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#good mornoon#I got up some time ago actually#not much planned today again...#also the brain zaps are coming back a bit @@#I might get a particular thing over with today but I'll not talk about that here it's a bit personal ehehe...#unrelated to that.. picayune dreams is very very good#I got the true ending by accident yesterday and it caught me so off guard.... the game's sooo good I really recommend it....#the music and the visuals were amazing the whole way through but that last boss sequence was so so so good....#recommend trying it even if those kinds of games don't interest you much...#love Izu so much she might be my new icon here soon idk yet...#let's try and make today good and get some stuff done maybe?#Youtube
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"Why There Will Never Be a Peeb Adventures" otherwise known as "The Peeb Adventures Pre-Mortem"
Since 2020, I've made a good chunk of games. Hell, even though I've been doing this for 10 years to date, the majority of my progress as a creative began over the course of this 4 year period.
Out of all the games I've made - or otherwise had a hand in - there is only one that's apparently struck a chord so deeply with people that to this day I still get messages and comments asking when it will come out.
The title of this post already explains the whole deal so I'm not gonna be dramatic about it right here. As per usual, I will instead get heart-clutchingly dramatic about the subject by the end of this story.
I felt the idea of a "Pre-Mortem" might be a fun way to talk about games that will never be finished. Maybe I'll make more of these down the line for other old games, who knows.
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"The Incredibly True Origins of Peeb Adventures" or "Wow! I Hate It!"
Peeb Adventures began as a gift game for my long-time friend Aaron. It was simple, mostly functioning as a fun little gag that stemmed from a 3D model I made of a character he doodled during a drawpile session. I gave Peeb a grapple hook just because I wanted to experiment with swinging mechanics and felt the gag gift was a great space to toy around in without having to actually ask myself how on earth I'd want to structure a game around a grappling hook. Foreshadowing!
Eventually, the gag gift did that classic thing all developers have experienced before where your game spirals out of control and grows into a hideous monster, and what started as a fairly abstract grappling toy convergently evolved into that dreaded state we call a "3D Mascot Platformer."
I made a very short demo in the summer of 2020. It went absolutely nowhere, and after an idol of mine caught wind and asked to play it (before sending about 3 paragraphs of feedback suggesting how to improve what was, in my view, a trainwreck of baby blocks stacked on top of eachother), I shelved the project.
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"The Absolutely Tremendulous HPS1 Adventure of Peeb" or "My Friend Jam Suggested I Revive the Project and So I Did"
Shortly after Peeb was shelved for the first time, I joined a community of game developers called Haunted PS1. For those not in the know, HPS1 was essentially the nexus point for "retro horror games" in the indie sphere, and a lot of the resulting deluge (non-perjorative) on itch.io can find its roots in this community.
HPS1 was a good place. Lots of nice, talented people willing to tolerate the kind of mindless riffing I often do in voice calls, anyway. I made a decent chunk of friends there, some of which I'm still quite close to, even today.
HPS1 has this tradition called the HPS1 Demo Disc that began in 2020, and with the year coming to its end, there was talk of a new one set to arrive in spring 2021.
Unlike the first demodisc, however, 2021's disc required you to submit a game in-progress to a panel of judges. They'd then give their yay-or-nay, and you were either in or out.
One day, I was musing over the fact that I didn't really have anything to submit so I would likely have to sit out of 2021's disc. My friend, Jam, who you might know as the developer of the Heilwald Loophole (or Beton Brutal) suggested I consider reviving Peeb Adventures as my submission to the demo disc.
Why did I follow through on this? I don't know. It's funny to think a scenario this simple was the launch point for my career.
Over the next 6 months, I worked on turning the absolutely horrendous gag game into... Something still kinda trite but at least playable. I had some help from my longtime teammate drurylain, my longtime friend Aaron (the creator of Peeb's original design), and my longtime spiritual uncle Tim, and with our powers combined... A new kind of demo experience where you don't do anything of particular note besides swinging around was born.
Also quite important: the very same drawpile session that spawned Peeb also spawned Orbo, who would also make his own appearance in Peeb Adventures as a recurring side character (since I felt like Peeb needed a friend).
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"Go! Incredible Friendship Unites in the Gameosphere! Peeb and Orbo are Born!" or "Peeb Adventures: Coming Never"
So the demo for Peeb Adventures was finished early March 2021, and the demo disc went live on itch.io on the 25th of the month.
The demo disc then proceeded to do a backflip and pick up a LOT of traction online. Which then meant Peeb itself was catching little bits of the traction in its mouth and smacking its lips.
I went from "guy who makes games for nobody" to "guy who makes games for that one very specific brand of teen on twitter who loves the object head show", and I was riding high.
Fanart poured in. People showed a lot of love. I was dazzled by it all, really.
Despite the love for the game and the potential on hand, progress was stagnant. My group of friends and I all got together in a google doc and wrote an entire planning bible for the game. Game mechanics, story beats, twists and turns, the whole thing. Despite having the structure lined up, I had other ambitions and began working on a multiplayer deathmatch game that quickly overtook my work schedule.
Peeb sat on the backburner, but at the time I still wanted to finish it one day. My main excuse was "well, I just need more money! If I'm going to work on this game it's gonna need more than one fulltime person and I can't just ask people to work for free!" That excuse worked on me for a while.
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"I Don't Think I Want to Play With You Anymore Peeb!" or "There's Such a Thing as Too Much Love"
A while had passed at this point. My ambitions hadn't just grown, they'd completely shifted. Before long, I found myself working on yet another demo for the 2022 HPS1 Demo Disc, "The Spectral Mall."
Nowhere, MI wasn't just some random toy for me, but the culmination of all my love into one game. Despite its silly demeanor, the game was a product of a lot of pain, and even now I still desperately want to finish it. Except I have to make money to live, so... Oops!
Anyhow, there was a shift in demeanor for me during 2022. You have Peeb, a game that I made on a whim as kind of a joke with friends, and you have Nowhere, MI, a game that meant the world to me during really dark times.
And you know what? There were a lot of people that wanted Peeb. People that never stopped asking me about it.
I realized while working on Nowhere that I didn't really know what I would even do if I ever had the chance to work on the full Peeb Adventures. Not only did I find the nagging kind of annoying, Peeb was also something I couldn't really... Wrap my head around?
It occurred to me that Peeb wasn't really "my" game anymore, it was "his" game. The old Johnny.
I'd changed a lot since the game had come out in early 2021. In a year and a half my world got flipped upside down, and... I don't know, Nowhere was way more reflective of who I was now. Sure the humor was still pretty asinine, but there was a shift. It was hard to picture the "Peeb Adventures" people were actually looking forward to when my own sensibilities had drifted so far.
When the Nowhere demo came out along with Spectral Mall, it did... Alright? People liked it, but it wasn't the same as Peeb's release. Hell, even in Nowhere's release there were people pushing it aside to ask the same question they'd been asking every week leading up to it. "When is Peeb Adventures coming out?"
"Goodbye Peeb!"
It was increasingly harder and harder to not look back at Peeb and kind of hate it. It was rough in every respect, and yet it whenever I met people who'd heard of me online, they always cited Peeb Adventures.
Strangers continue to ask me when it's coming out. On rare occasion I'll get someone asking about Nowhere and I'll feel a bit excited anyone else cares about that game besides me and maybe my friends, but most of the time people just ask about Peeb.
To finally answer this question I've been asked for nearly 4 years: There will probably never be a Peeb Adventures.
"Goodbye Johnny."
I like to believe one of the reasons people are attracted to my body of work is because I make games to reach out to other people. That's probably not the real reason, but it's nice to play pretend and imagine your work has more significance than just "ha ha boner."
I put a lot of myself in my games and I rarely hold back, even if an idea is insanely stupid or strange. The result usually becomes something more like a scrapbook than a game.
It's hard to try and expand on a game like Peeb when the Johnny who made it isn't really with us anymore. If I worked on Peeb now, you'd get some kind of irregular frankenstein that'd never be as exciting as the original vision was.
By the time I get around to Nowhere again, am I still going to be this Johnny? Or will the next Johnny look back at Nowhere the same way I look at Peeb now? Who knows.
Anyway, look forward to more games from me and my friends. Even if it's not Peeb Adventures, it'll still be us.
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My kind of woman
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You're makin' me crazy
Really drivin' me mad
That's alright with me
It's really no fuss
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Monoma Neito x f!reader
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Synopsis; Monoma Neito absolutely hates class one a, with a burning passion. What happens when class a gets a new transfer student that matches his energy almost exactly?
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Joint training days always had Monoma giddy in anticipation. Mulling over the different insults he was going to use on them today in his head. He's already spewing off taunts as he walks up on to the platform. Teasing the other class about how they were surely going to lose today.
A few of the one a students begin engaging in his banter, egging him on. He begins to say one insult he's been holding on to since the last training day. His eyes dart out to the side and he's glad to see Kendo is across the platform talking to Momo.
But before he can go to say anything he feels a flick to the side of his forehead.
"I might be new but you can't talk to my class that way asshole."
For a moment he thinks he might be hearing wrong. A new student?
His eyes dart over to you, a witty reply already loaded on his tongue, ready to shoot off when he sees whoever is to blame for interrupting him but the words seem to fall short when his eyes lock on you.
You are the most beautiful thing he thinks he's ever seen. Then your words register.
His eyebrow raises as he grists his teeth in frustration. Class one a just stays getting ahead don't they? Stealing all the spotlight and now this? Getting a hottie transfer student in the middle of the year? Yeah, to say he was pissed off would be an understatement.
"Oh? And who are you?" He now throws a sleazy grin your way.
You scoff and roll your eyes, crossing your arms.
"Y/n L/n. Don't forget it." A smirk tugs across your mouth, that he notices is shiny and gloss covered, he wonders what flavor it might be. Would it taste like cherries? Strawberries? Or maybe it didn't taste like anything in particular.
For the first time in his like, Monoma Neito has nothing to say. Well almost nothing.
"How could I forget a name a pretty as that?" He mentally pats himself on the back when he sees you blush and your body freeze, it wasn't long, within half a second you had the same smug look.
But it was long enough for him to feel himself buzzing inside, the kind of buzz he gets when he's successfully wound someone up.
He wants to keep this high going, but words keep seeming to fail him.
"Y/n!" You both look to your left to see who's calling you name and you're greeted with with warm sight of Mina waving you over, wanting you to join their group. He frowns slightly as you nod back and turn to him.
"Well, Monoma, I guess I'll just have to talk to you later." A sly wink and you saunter off towards your friends. How did you know his name?
"Wow, Neito, I think that's the first time I've ever seen you that quiet."
The voice sends a cold chill down his spine. Breaking his train of thought.
"Oh. Kendo, when did you get over here?" An awkward smile crosses his face but she just chortles and walks away. His eyes trail back over to you, curiosity filling them.
You chatter with your friends, happily laughing among yourselves. The same since of jealousy washes over him and he turns around to his classmates.
"Oh we so have to beat them today."
They lost, and Monoma made sure that everyone knew it was only because you played unfair. In his defense you did.
By some stroke of luck his group was paired conveniently with yours. He could feel his heartbeat quicken at the idea of talking to you again.
He might have been known to have a sharp tongue but you were an unknown to most, and it seemed he had finally met his match.
He was fast, but you were faster. Dodging his attack, while making quips at his constant failure to catch you.
"I heard that I was supposed to watch out for you, but I'm honestly starting to think my classmates were just pulling my leg."
oh? You had just made his blood pressure spike. His eye is twitching at this point.
"Your quirk would be amazing to see in action," You stand a few feet in front of him, hand on your hip as the other taps at your chin. "If only you could actually catch me." Now you shoot him a smirk, and another wink.
He tries to run towards you but he's so wrapped up in watching you and trying to find the right words to say back to you, and you're too quick. Hurling insults and attacks at him left and right.
He finally think he has a one up on you, he had used Mina's power to try and slide around behind you, you're even faster to turn around and press a kiss to his cheek before jumping away.
He didn't have enough time to register or activate his quirk as your group swiftly took him down, rendering him immobile and securing your win.
You watch him get dragged away by his red-haired friend, and you wonder if maybe she was more than just his friend. It's a silly thought but it's nagging at the back of your head for the rest of the day.
You're quick to exit your classroom, rushing off down the hall to the other one. You just have to know if the cute boy from class one b has a girlfriend.
You spot him walking and you go to say something to him but the girl from earlier walks out of the classroom and smiles at him before they start talking and walking away.
I guess that answers your question.
The next week goes by and you can't help but stare every time you see him, specifically at lunch, when he's sat at the table directly across from you and your friends.
"Y/n?" Kirishima says.
"Oh!," You snap your eyes back over to your table. "Sorry, kind of zoned out..."
Mina snaps up a knowing eyebrow before talking.
"Yeah on Monoma from the other class." The other students at the table now look at you expectantly, waiting for your rebuttal.
You roll your eyes and scoot before picking your tray up with a 'definitely not' walking away to dump your tray, unaware of the way blue eyes are watching your every move, and have been for the past week.
Finally after two weeks pass and you come to the end of your first full month at UA, your friends have had enough of watching you longingly stare at the annoying boy from their sister class.
Mina told Kirishima who then told Bakugo, but he didn't care and told him to stop wasting his time, so then Kirishima told Denki who told Sero and then Sero told Jirou, who told Yaoyorozu, who finally relayed the news to Kendo.
See the thing about Momo that you didn't know, was she was a freak for romance. She literally squealed when she found out you had a crush on the boy from the other class.
Thus, Momo set her grand plan into action.
It was your fifth week at your new school when Ochaco comes up you, Denki following her.
"Why is he with you?," Your face contorts in disgust and confusion and Denki gives you a confused and hurt scowl at your sudden animosity towards him but you only giggle and turn back to your brunette friend. "So what's up?"
She laughs before inviting you to study with her and a few other friends, but you’re quick to notice the way her and Kaminari exchange a quick look at each other.
“What are you two planning?” They stumble over their words but Sero saves them by swinging his arms around their shoulders and giving you a reassuring smile.
“These idiots are just embarrassed because they realized nobodies invited you to a group study session yet, right guys?”
“Right!” They both say.
You sigh and continue doodling in your notebook before looking back up to them, palm lazily supporting your head.
“Fine.” You’re still unsure of what they were up to but you knew it was something devious.
Monoma has the same reaction as you did. Sending TetsuTestsu a weary glance as Kendo tells him its important to study and keep his grades good. He sighs, deciding this battle is not one he wants to fight, especially with her.
“Whatever, but I swear if you guys are up to something…”
“We’re not!” She reassures her friend.
He knows shes lying, but he plays dumb. Curious as to what they were planning.
Mina and the other girls in your class are sitting in your dorm. Tsu is digging through a few boxes that you have left to unpack out of curiosity.
“Wear something cute!” Ochaco says.
“Why? We’re just going to study at the cafe in the school?” You ask.
Mina rolls her eyes at you. “Uhm because what if we run into cute boys or something?”
Your eyes dart around the room.
“Then why are you guys dressed normally?”
Jirou then scoffs and waves her hand around.
“Uhm, because we’ve already seen the guys at UA, so obviously you gotta make a good first impression.”
You give her a blank stare.
“That makes zero sense.”
She pouts and you turn around, still digging through your closet for something cute to wear.
“What about a summer dress? It is getting hot outside.” Tsu says.
You hum and pull out a few you have hung in the back corner of your closet.
“Good idea, but now the real test, which one?”
20 minutes and trying on each dress at least three times later you land on one. It’s simple and light pink. Perfect. Casual and cute!
Mina does your makeup for you because you said you felt too lazy to do it, and riding on that you convince Ochaco to help do your hair.
After 2 hours you are finally done getting ready. Looking over at your clock the time read 12:16 p.m.
“Shoot! We’re late!” Tsu says.
“Late?”
“Yeah we’re meeting up with some of the guys remember?”
You hum, but you’re still unsure of what the true motives are behind this random study session.
The girls walk with you to the school, and right on past the cafeteria.
“Uhm guys? Arent we supposed to meet them in there?” You say, fighting the girls who are pulling on your arms to keep you moving.
“Code red!” Mina yells and all of the sudden Ochaco has you floating in the air while Tsu has you wrapped up with her tongue. You fight desperately to break from there hold, to no avail. Eventually you give up and allow them to do whatever, accepting your fate.
Eventually you reach a study room that you didnt know existed. Tsu flings you in and Ochaco releases her hold.
You fall to the floor and groan in pain.
“Sorry!” She says and closes the door.
You run and try to turn the handle, sighing and allowing your head to rest on the door.
“They got you too?”
You jump and turn around at the sudden voice.
“Monoma! Oh god you scared me,” you chuckle a bit before looking back up at him. “Do you know whats going on?”
He sighs and shakes his head no.
“I wish I did.”
You frown and go to call Mina, who seems to be the ring leader of this whole plan.
You dig around in your bag and groan loudly when you realize that you either left it, or one of them snatched it.
You sit at a table and put your hand in your arms in defeat.
Monoma sits across from you and puffs his cheeks out while tapping on the table awkwardly.
After a moment you look up at him and let a huff of air blow a loose strand of hair from your face, head falling into the palm of your hand.
"So, uhm, why do you think they trapped us in here?"
He hums and shrugs.
"No clue."
You roll your eyes and get up, looking for another way out of the room. He watches as you move around the room, noticing the way you're dressed up, then starts thinking about his friends forced him to look nice even though they had only planned on studying. He thought it was weird when Tetsutetsu was shoving jeans and a nice sweater in his face.
Its as if something clicked in him at the idea of both yours and his friends randomly doing all of this. Heat creeps up his neck and he clears his throat in an attempt to stop it but fails when you turn around to look at him instead.
"What?" Annoyance laces your tone and he slightly shy away for a moment before feeling irritated at you.
"I was just clearing my throat, damn." He spews back, scoffing slightly and filing his arms over his chest.
You roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips, sneering at him.
"Okay, well are you going to help me figure you how to get out of here or what?"
"There's no other exits. We'll just have to wait until someone lets us out."
Your hands cover your face as a frustrated groan sounds from you. Dropping your hands you look at him for a moment. His blond hair looks surprisingly maintained for a teenage boy. You think for a moment before sitting down across from him.
"So, uhm, where's your girlfriend?" Your voice is slightly shaky and he notices. You watch as his face contorts into confusion at the question.
"Girlfriend?"
"Yeah the one with the ponytail." You say, confusion also all over your face.
He laughs for a moment and then looks back at you.
"Kendo is not my girlfriend."
Your face flushes in embarrassment.
"Oh." You say back quietly.
He chuckles before shaking his head and leaning back in his chair.
"Though I'm sure she wishes she was, who wouldn't?"
"Well, do you like her? You guys always seem awfully close."
He raises an eyebrow at you and a smirk sits on his lips.
"Why do you care so much? Ya' like me or something?" Though he comes across as cocky, his heart is nearly beating out of his chest at the idea.
You now feel heat completely envelope your face at his question, you roll your eyes and look away.
"You wish." Though your words are confident he doesn't miss the way your voice falters at the end.
"What if I do?"
You now quickly look back at him, eyes wide at the statement. Was he being for real or just teasing you?
"Whatever you're just saying that to get a reaction out of me." You cross your arms and watch his movements closely. His brows slightly furrow together at your words and for a moment you feel bad.
"What if I'm not though?"
"You don't even know me."
"I want to."
You hum in thought, wondering if he was being for real or just being a teenage boy.
“Well, what do you want to know? We got time to kill.”
You can see a smile cross his face but it’s quickly replaced with the same smug grin he always seems to have.
“Anything you want to tell me.”
You scoff playfully and rest your chin in your hand.
“You gotta be more specific.”
He sits back and strokes his chin in thought, humming loudly, only slightly glancing your way when a small giggle leaves your lips at his dramatics. Finally he looks back to you, eyes narrowed and the same shit eating grin on his face.
"So, you think I'm cute?"
You can feel the pang of annoyance in your eyebrow. Is this guys serious? You grit your teeth before scoffing, though you can feel the butterflies swarm your stomach at the current situation you're in.
"What if I do?" You quip back. This time you watch as his face grows red. Your eyes carefully scan over his every movement, watching as his adam's apple bobs down and back up slowly.
You slightly relish in the fact he's so nervous at a few simple words, but it's short lived as his cocky smile comes back.
"Well, I guess I'd have to say I think the same about you." He might have a cocky look, but you don't miss the way his face is flushed and his voice slightly shakes.
You both stare at each other for a moment, but you allow another shit-eating smirk to sit on your face.
"Well, Monoma, then I'll tell you the truth," You lean backwards until your back hits the chair, hands gripping the edge of the table. "I do think you're cute, yeah."
He shoots backwards and stand up quickly, you slightly jump at his reaction.
He laughs, and it reminds you of those corny villains out of hero movies.
"Finally! I have a one up on class one a!" He continues rambling on about how he 'won' and he's totally bagging the hottie ew girl before any of the other guys. You roll your eyes but the giggle that escapes your lips gives away you're true feelings.
He stops what he's doing to look back down at you. His eyes are wide when he looks back down at you.
"Wait do you think our friends planned this on purpose?" You hum back at his question, signifying you think they did.
He drops back into his seat and you nearly get whiplash at his change in emotions.
"Man, they suck, but also, I'm grateful they do."
You dryly chuckle at him, going to respond, but before you do the door swings open. Aizawa and All Might stand in the doorway.
"What are you two doing in here?" All Might asks.
You shrug and look back over to the blond boy.
"Ask your other students.," You grab your bag and start walking out, before you do you turn around to look at Monoma. "You coming?"
He jumps out of his seat and grabs his bag as well, hurrying over to you.
"Obviously!"
You just roll your eyes and walk through the doorway, turning to thank the teachers for letting you out. Monoma does the same and walks over to where you're standing in the hall waiting for him.
"So, wanna go get some Soba?" He nods quickly at you and slightly nudges you with his shoulder.
You beam up at him and nudge him back.
"Oh, by the way, you're totally paying." You skip off a head of him and he stares at you, jaw slack. He finally checks back in and chases after you, saying it's not fair to invite someone to lunch then make them pay. You just laugh as you keep running off, laugh echoing through the nearly empty hallways.
"That's an odd pairing, don't you think Aizawa?" All Might asks the long haired teacher next to him.
"No, definitely not." He replies, shouting the door and walking back towards the teachers lounge, the faintest of smiles on his lips.
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Destined Meetings
request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?
pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader
word count: 1.9k
warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use
a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!
Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.
His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.
It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.
Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.
Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.
Except for the fact none of it was true.
Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.
"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."
The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.
"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."
You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"
Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."
"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."
You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.
"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"
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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.
He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.
Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.
By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.
You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.
Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.
"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"
"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"
You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.
Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.
Damn, I'm made, he thinks.
"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."
Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."
It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.
"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."
Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.
"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."
You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."
Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.
Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.
Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.
"What's your preference?"
You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."
He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.
"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"
"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."
"Why'd you guys move around?"
You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.
"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.
Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.
You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."
Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.
"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."
The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.
"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"
The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.
He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.
"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."
He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.
The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.
Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.
You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."
He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.
"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."
You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."
Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.
He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.
His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.
As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.
"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."
This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.
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hiiiii im rly enjoying ur occultist posting :3 i have a wuastion that it seems you might be in a position to answer: does it make sense in your opinion for him to be wearing a turban or is that just orientalism? and/or do you have a headcanon for him related to that? from what i understand it rly isn't that common for arab muslim men to be wearing them at all times, and while the characters' backgrounds/worldbuilding is ofc v vague, it kinda seems to me like they just went off a bunch of stereotypes without bothering to put further thought into it and that's why he's designed to be wearing one but if there's a way to adopt that design into sth that makes sense and deepens his character a little bit i wanna hear it :3
i finally get to talk about this
thank you for the question!
the turban style is less common today but it WAS a popular style in the middle ages. its believed to have originated in mesopotamia give or take 4000 years ago.
Golden Middle Age has a good video on this! we also have some examples in historical art (check out ibn sinna, the islamic golden age and also like almost every ottoman ruler)
i personally theorize that lovecraft's abdul al-hazred was inspired by ahmed al-buni (author of shams al-ma'arif/"knowledge of the sun") and other golden age scholars considering that al-hazred canonically lived sometime during that era. i like Lets Talk Religion's video on shams al-ma'arfi.
here are some of my headcanons for DD al-hazred and how he might wear his kufiyeh. while lovecraft's al-hazred is yemeni, i headcanon DD al-hazred to be from like. a fantasy al-andalus (with fantasy yemeni and syrian ancestry). (ive kind of always seen the DD world as Not earth)
so, for history's sake it's accurate headgear! there's many ways to wear a kufiyeh, and nowadays the turban is less popular among arabs but i think thats really recent and it could be dependent on the amnt of industrialization.
here's a photo of the omani sultan's family in the 1950s
(source, this site contains historical pictures of oman and includes pictures of prisoners and slaves. worth noting for educational and informative purposes, proceed at will)
i do have some things about the rest of his fit, that i mostly chalk up to the fact he went to school in fantasy england but still prefers to wear a robe and kufiyeh (i can relate except not the england part). the things that i can say are Really Delightful for me to see personally
the dagger
the waist wrap
robes
leather braces (im not sure if this is an arab thing to be honest. i think this might be a goth thing for me)
BUT i do have some critiques also
waist wrap should be UNDER the robes, over the tunic
that tunic also looks weird to me wrt that cordage. thats kinda giving me orientalism
the necklace??????
no opinions on the pants or the shoes. again chalking up some of the design choices to him adopting things from his time in fantasy england + i think he's fairly well traveled. im sure he has a sirwal and a pair of these bad boys that he will Not be wearing into the dungeon
i wouldnt want him to be wearing these in the dungeon either but they get an honorable mention because this evolved into a historical/cultural fashion post.
i like his DD1 design!
now DD2 on the otherhand..........
idk whats happening there, thats a whole different story. he shouldnt be an egg imo. i kind of dislike his dd2 design LOL. but he's otherwise a pretty solid design even with the critiques i have.
on topic of kufiyehs, i like kufiyehs that are tassled bc theyre so fun and fashionable. that's a personal preference and i have drawn him that way before (its somewhere on my blog)
i have the nablus kufiyeh from hirbawi and it's my favorite.
i hope this covers everything!
i'll be happy to answer any more questions if you have any :-)
also some research tips if you're curious to look more into it:
i highly recommend looking up archival / antique photos of different countries to get a sense of what that particular culture's fashion looks like. these countries also often have museum pages or heritage websites available in english (machine translate is also an option)
i would avoid french and british art. you can actually filter by place and time on most digital collections like the met, the british museum, or university of chicago (UC doesnt get specific though rifp)
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Okay. I've been playing Tokyo Debunker today, since the release happened to catch me on a day when all I'd planned to do was write fanfiction. I just finished reading the game story prologue (it was longer than expected!), so here's a review type post. If you're reading this post not having seen a single thing about this game: it's a story-based joseimuke gacha mobile game that just released globally today. It's about a girl who suddenly finds herself attending a magic school and mingling with elite, superhuman students known as ghouls. If you look in the tumblr tag for the game you'll see what appears to be a completely different game from 2019 or so: they retooled it completely midway through development, changing just about everything about it due to "escalating competition within the gaming industry."
I'll talk about how this looks like a blatant twst clone at the end.
Starting with the positive: The story is charming. I enjoyed it thoroughly the entire time and am excited to read more. The mix between visual novel segments and motion comics was really nice--it broke things up and added a lot of oomph to the action or atmospheric scenes that visual novels generally lack. I like the art in the comic parts a lot. the live2d in the visual novel parts is... passable. Tone-wise, I think the story was a little bit all over the place and would like to see more of the horror that it opened on, but I didn't mind the comedic direction it went in either. The translation is completely seamless. The characters so far all have unique voices and are just super fun and cute. Of the ones who've had larger roles in the story so far, there's not a single one I dislike. It's all fully voiced in Japanese and the acting is solid. (I don't recognize any voices, and can't seem to find any seiyuu credits, so it seems they're not big names, but they deliver nonetheless.) Kaito in particular I found I was laughing at his lines a ton, both the voicing and the writing.
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He's looking for a girlfriend btw. Spreading the word.
The problem is like. The gameplay is the worst dark-pattern microtransaction-riddled bullshit I've ever seen. Hundred passive timers going at all times. Fifty different item-currencies. Trying to get you to spend absurd amounts of real world money at every turn. There's like five different indicators that take you to various real-money shop items that I don't know how to dismiss the indicator, I guess you just have to spend money, wtaf. Bajillion different interlocking systems mean you have zero sense of relative value of all the different item-currencies. I did over the course of the day get enough diamonds for one ten-pull, which I haven't used yet. Buying enough diamonds for a ten-pull costs a bit under $60 (presumably USD, but there's a chance the interface is automatically making that CAD for me--not gonna spend the money to check lmfao), with an SSR rate of 1%. BULLSHIIIIIT.
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There's like a goddamn thousand-word essay explaining the dozen different types of character upgrades and equippables and equippables for the equippables!! Bad! Bad game design! That's just overcomplicating bullshit to trick people into thinking they're doing something other than clicking button to make number go up! That is not gameplay!
In terms of the actual gameplay, there is none. The battle system is full auto. There might be teambuilding, but from what I've seen so far, most of that consists of hoping you pull good cards from gacha and then clicking button to make number go up. There's occasional rhythm segments but there's no original music, it's just remixes of public domain classical music lmao. I'd describe the rhythm gameplay as "at least more engaging than twisted wonderland's," which is not a high bar
At least there's a cat in the rhythm bit.
And like, ok, I gotta remark on how derivative it is. Like I mentioned in my post earlier, this game is unabashedly aping twisted wonderland's setting and aesthetic. (That said, most of the stuff it steals from twst is magic school stuff that twst also basically stole from Harry Potter, so...?) However, it isn't exactly like twst: in this one, the characters say fuck a lot and bleed all over the place and do violence. Basically, the tone is a fair bit more adult than twst's kid-friendly vibe. (Not, like, adult adult, and I probably wouldn't even call it dark--it's still rated Teen lol. Just more adult than twst.)
Rather than just being students at magic school, the ghouls also go out into the mundane world to go on missions where they fight and investigate monsters and cryptids. Honestly, the magic school setting feels pretty tacked-on. The things that are enjoyable about this would've been just as enjoyable in about any other setting--you can tell this whole aspect was a late trend-chasing addition, lmao. So, yeah, it's blatantly copying twst to try to steal some players, but... Eh, I found myself not caring that much. Someone more (or less) into twst than me may find it grating.
Character-wise, eh, sure, yeah, they're a bit derivative in that aspect too, but it's a joseimuke game, the characters are always derivative. Thus far the writing & execution has been solid enough that I didn't care if they were tropey. If I were to compare it to something else, I'd say the relationship between the protagonist and the ghouls feels more like that of the sage and wizards in mahoyaku than anything from twst. There's some mystery in exactly what "ghouls" are and their place in this world that has me intrigued and wanting to know more about this setting and how each of the characters feels about it. I have a bad habit of getting my hopes up for stories that put big ideas on the table and then being disappointed when they don't follow through in a way that lives up to my expectations, though.
So, my final verdict: I kind of just hope someone uploads all the story segments right onto youtube so nobody has to deal with the dogshit predatory game to get the genuinely decent story lol. Give it a play just for the story if you have faith in your ability to resist dark patterns. Avoid at all costs if you know you're vulnerable to gacha, microtransactions, or timesinks.
#suchobabbles#Tokyo Debunker#it's a global simultaneous release so I'm curious to see how it ends up doing in Japan#it's gonna be competing directly with stellarium of the fragile star which releases in a few days lmao. and is about a magic alchemy school#looks like the two games twt accounts have a similar number of followers#and then theyre competing with bremai releasing in may...#also adding this at the very end since i cant confirm anything:#but i found out abt this game bc it was rt'd by the former localization director/translator of A3en#i dont know if she worked on it or maybe her friend or maybe shes just hype! who knows! but i think her word (or rt) is worth something
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@hugmeter06 requests an "All the Polín first times we didn't see" about a certain willow tree. Perhaps it's the first time Colin makes Pen release without even touching her core, at least directly.
They are promenading, and upon seeing the willow tree Colin is struck with a very wicked idea. He watches his adorable wife, who is watching him, rolling her eyes. "Colin, no! It's broad daylight and everyone could be watching us".
Colin pouts but then looks at her.
"What if we don't need to get naked at all. I just need you to sit in front of me while we enjoy the shade under the tree."
Pen knows her husband has something in mind, but she can't fake a thrill going through her as she think of what he might be up too. He always has the best idea, she has to recognize that...
They put a blanket over the grass, and they sat comfortably, Colin behind Pen. Slightly inappropriate but not scandalous. Not yet.
"I think we need better memories about this spot."
"Colin..."
"If I can make you release without touching, what would be my reward?"
They exchange a brief kiss, very chaste.
"If you can manage that, you can tie me when we get home".
The look Colin has in his eyes informs her he doesn't want to lose. She should remember that a challenge is the last thing a Bridgerton needs.
The next several minutes passes with Pen trying to resist from moaning and whimpering as Colin begins to whisper in detail what he plans to do once he ties her up later.
"I think I want for you to wear the silky nightgown, the red one that I love so dearly,"
She wants to reply, but Colin is faster.
"Nah, I don't think so. Your job is to listen today, okay?" In that deep, deep voice that makes her tremble.
"After, I would tied you up using the light belt that keeps together your robe. Only your hands. And I'd leave your mouth open, I want to hear all of your sound.
I'd love to kiss you all over. First with my hand, and then with my mouth"
All Pen can hear is his voice, the ton and everyone's else is in the background, while she's trying her best to not mount him right there..
"I think for tonight I want to discovering how many times I can make you release. I think we arrived at three, but I would love to know if you arrive at six... Or more.
And while every release can be on my fingers or my tongue or my cock, every time you'll tell me one of your dirtiest fantasy."
Pen gulps, her breath accelerated and her hand sweaty as she feels her core getting wetter and wetter.
"I know about your fantasy of doing it in the middle of a ball, watched by everyone. I know about your fantasy of me tupping you in my coat, pretending I'm a pirate. I know about your fantasy of me taking my pleasure while you read and write."
She can't move a muscle or she would release. Her core is asking desperately for something to fill her and her nipples are hard against her bodice.
"I'll make you confess some more. Like how much you like when I say I have a wanton wife. A harlot."
She does moan now, but it's very quiet.
"I know you're close. Such a nice naughty wife I have. If the Ton knew you are so naughty, making your husband make you release in the garden... What would they say?"
She is close. He didn't touch her and she is close.
"I don't know what they would say, but I'd answer them that you're my harlot. Say it Pen"
"Say I'm your harlot while you find your pleasure."
"I'm a harlot," and luckily she is not screaming it, as she comes hard, right in the middle of the garden, under the willow tree that saw a particular awkward conversations months ago.
"You're amazing. And mine. Let's both rest 10 minutes before going home. We have much stuff to do."
And she smiles. Her husband wants to wait because he is not presentable either. They wait and exchange soft and chaste kisses, until they take their leave.
They're not seen for two whole days after that afternoon.
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CYOA C57 Sneak Peak
Since I took a not-so-brief break from writing and it still might be another few days before I can post the next chapter, have a sneak peak of the beginning of the chapter below the cut.
Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Wednesday 16th March, 2022, 01:37 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter
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Lily Evans: <image attachment> You're hopefully asleep but look at what I've got!
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Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Wednesday 16th March, 2022, 07:11 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter
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James Potter: omg it's my face mug
Lily Evans: Yep! Plus my tea, which really got me through the morning since I came in an hour early to get a site report finished. I employed cunning stealth tactics to manoeuvre it out of Pip's desk drawer yesterday.
James Potter: what did you do?
Lily Evans: I said, "Pip, can I have James's face mug?" and that worked.
James Potter: truly you are machiavellian in your endeavours also are you wearing bright pink in that photo?
Lily Evans: I am. Felt slightly daunted about it this morning because of the stupid old adage about redheads, but I mean, I BOUGHT the outfit on Monday because I loved how it looked on, so chickening out would have been a waste of my money.
James Potter: what's the old adage about redheads?
Lily Evans: There are MANY and they're all equally ridiculous because being redheaded is great actually, but this one in particular dictates that we "shouldn't wear pink," presumably because it looks terrible on us.
James Potter: that IS stupid you look so pretty
Lily Evans: Thank you! <image attachment> This is the full fit. I love Sirius's selfie mirror. What d'you think?
James Potter: christ you really do have phenomenal legs warn me next time, would you? i'm trying to drink my morning coffee in peace here, and you spring this on me
Lily Evans: Lollll you saw my legs on my Instagram yesterday.
James Potter: yesterday you had big tall boots on today you do not
Lily Evans: Forget about my legs for a second.
James Potter: i physically CAN'T
Lily Evans: The jacket is a CAPE, James. I own a CAPE. I am MAKING MY OWN DREAM (of owning a cape) COME TRUE. Do you have any idea how many crop tops I bought on Monday? LOADS. And I've been scared of crop tops my whole life. I still kind of am scared, but I'm going to be brave and wear them anyway, Bea says that if I carry myself with confidence on purpose I'll eventually start to carry myself with confidence because that's genuinely how I feel, and you know what she's right because I've had more compliments from other women in the office over the last day and a half than I've had in the year since I started working here. If you can't tell, I'm very excited about my new clothes.
James Potter: i can tell
Lily Evans: It's probably a very boring topic so I'll stop.
James Potter: no you don't have to stop i think it's brilliant and not just because i get to see more of your legs, which is a huge win for me
Lily Evans: Lolllllllll
James Potter: a week ago you were calling yourself a frump, so it makes me happy to see you talking like this instead if new clothes make you feel good about yourself then i want to hear about them
Lily Evans: I do feel more like ME in them, if that makes any sense at all. And there's no going back now because I've bagged up a load of my old clothes and Bea and Remus are going to help me lug them to the charity shop before we all head off to the train station on Saturday. I bought A LOT of new things. Like, so much I felt a bit obscene every time it came to pay. But I couldn't have done that if you hadn't spared me from paying rent for the next few months, so thank you so much for being a bottomless well of kindness, even though I should be saving that money for a deposit on a new flat and have had no common sense in my approach to this.
James Potter: don't worry about it, you deserve bottomless wells of kindness and of every good thing in life are you going to leicester with remus and beatrice this weekend?
Lily Evans: No, although I'm going the Saturday after for a pre-Mother's Day lunch with my mum and Petunia. I'm heading to Stockport to spend the night at Emily's, it just so happens that Bea and I both need to leave from Euston. Actually, first I'm getting my hair done, then I'm donating my clothes, THEN I'm going to Stockport to see Em. Then I'm going wall climbing with her and her mum and sister.
James Potter: oh cool! i love climbing, have you ever done it before?
Lily Evans: I went to a climbing centre once for a friend's birthday party years ago, I was twelve and I got my first period while I was actively on the wall, so I spent quite a lot of the day running into the toilet to check that nobody could see it even though I was wearing black shorts and Carina's mum had given me a pad. So the short answer is: not really, but I'm not worried, none of them are expecting me to be any good at it even though they're all basically professionals. Em and her sister also go cycling every Sunday morning so I have been informed that a loaner bike and safety gear is available if I want to join them.
James Potter: do you think you will go?
Lily Evans: Yeah! I haven't cycled in a few years but I do cardio every day so I reckon I can manage the exercise even if I wind up extremely saddle-sore afterwards. Plus this all means I get to bring and wear some of my new workout clothes, and honestly I'll take any excuse.
James Potter: if you put some chamois cream on before you cycle you'll save yourself a lot of discomfort little tip from my mum that i flagrantly ignored in my youth
Lily Evans: Why did you ignore it?
James Potter: because i was A MAN who didn't NEED to smear cream on my groin to train for a triathlon except it turns out i did also i was only about sixteen, who the fuck did i think i was, cat noir?
Lily Evans: I'm going to skim past the fact that you know who Cat Noir is because then I'll need to explain why I know who he is and it's probably the same reason.
James Potter: it's definitely the same reason
Lily Evans: God, we're both such dweebs. I mean, you're much cooler than I am, but still.
James Potter: not true at all, i'm a massive dork, i just happen to play a lot of sports, so people who don't know me well don't spot it straight away
Lily Evans: And you're stupidly attractive, which isn't often expected of massive dorks because we live in a society that unfairly pigeonholes people into boxes based upon their perceived attractiveness. This I say as I shop for makeup online. I know I'm part of the problem.
James Potter: what does "stupidly" attractive mean? i'd love a definition
Lily Evans: You already defined it yourself. Weeks ago, actually.
James Potter: what??? when?
Lily Evans: "And now," gasped Theo, in a ruggedly handsome but also charmingly boyish but also sexy but also dorky way that seems really impossible for a real human man to accomplish, "I will kiss you at last!" See? Defined. As per you. Also important to note: this kind of attractiveness makes people who fancy you act and feel like blushing, giggling idiots. Hence, "stupidly" attractive.
James Potter: well
Lily Evans: Your brother, on the other hand, is NOT stupidly attractive. He's inaccessibly attractive. Which is very different. Science.
James Potter: noooo don't talk about sirius! talk about me again!
Lily Evans: I just did. At length.
James Potter: talk about me more who am i making blush and giggle?
Lily Evans: How quickly you forget that I still field emails from Jessalyn et al.
James Potter: oh it's JESSALYN, is it?
Lily Evans: Et al.
James Potter: i think you should elaborate on et al
Lily Evans: I'd love to but I have to jump into a meeting.
James Potter: no you don't!
Lily Evans: Yes I do!
James Potter: a meeting with who?
Lily Evans: With Agnes from Julia Murphy.
James Potter: who is agnes from julia murphy
Lily Evans: Julia Murphy is a skincare company, one of our brand partners, and it's in my calendar, see?? <image attachment> I'm not trying to get out of telling you I think you're cute.
James Potter: two minutes ago i was ruggedly handsome and charmingly boyish and sexy now i'm merely cute?
Lily Evans: And dorky. Don't forget dorky.
James Potter: i haven't forgotten anything, thank you very much
Lily Evans: James, you are ruggedly handsome and charmingly boyish and sexy. Are you happy now?
James Potter: that reply will do, but only because you're busy you're off the hook for now but i expect you to revisit this subject later
Lily Evans: God, who even are you, my owner?
James Potter: that's an interesting choice of words, lil
Lily Evans: DON'T YOU DARE ANSWER THAT QUESTION
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Never the dark 7, 10 [dareth x Cyrus, it's not a pairing I've seen before and it humors me in a good way], and 11?
[ask meme]
YAAAY THANK YOUUU
7: Where did the title come from?
Bury Me Low by 8 Graves! I was listening to this song a LOT when conceptualizing the fic and I feel like the whole thing kinda describes Zane in the fic. In retrospect, I do kinda wish I had named it something smoother, I had a few ideas for what I might change it to (Inside the Dark, Forsaken Dark, and [redacted because i might be using it for another project teehee]) but I do like Never the Dark and I think i'll keep it lol
the funniest thing about this song is that I played it so much I got sick of it and now I wont listen to it
If I die today, it won't be so bad I can escape all the nightmares I've had All of my angry and all of my sad Gone in the blink of an eye I've seen the devil. I've shaken his hand I've seen the evil that dwells in a man For all of my wisdom, I can't understand ...... If I die today, it won’t be so hard Everything scares me, but never the dark
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10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
Polyninja because I love them and the fucked up relationship dynamic post zanedeath called to me.
Pixal/Skylor has always been awesome but I included it here specifically because of how I view their character actions in the three year time skip. Skylor joins the ninja a few month after Zane dies and despite the fact that they don't harbor any ill will towards her, Zanes absence is a fresh wound that it feels like she's trying to step into. It makes everyone bleed. No one is coping well and things get messy and tense between skylor, the ninja, and pixal until Skylor has a mental breakdown and removes herself from the team (trauma response due to the nature of how her father raised her.) Skylor was never part of the team- she's not been there from the beginning, so she's an outsider. And so is Pixal. (Not intentionally of course, but the others share a different kind of grief that the two don't.) Cyrus eventually convinced Pixal to go to therapy where she gets some clarity on things and reaches out to Sky to apologize again for any role she played in the teams tension with her. She invites Skylor over for dinner and they accidentally end up talking for 6 hours- and the rest is history
(Skylor IS on good terms with the ninja btw. they apologized and hashed things out- but she won't rejoin the team for a lot of different reasons.)
Coppershipping my beloved. new-ish in the ficverse! They were starting to be more friendly with eachother after zanedeath, and that progressed post s11. Dareth took his grief at losing Zane as motivation to get in better shape and actually try and train, so he hits the gym and puts on a lot of muscle. takes up boxing. He wants to be able to do more to help if something happens again. He ends up putting his new skills to use protecting Cyrus from something or another and Cyrus asks him to be his bodyguard. They spend a lot of time together and fall in love teeheehee
also, fun fact for you, Dareth handmade all the ninja suits they wear in NTD!
11: What do you like best about this fic?
oh man. Is it bad to say the fact that it's almost finished? I'm just really proud I've been able to stick with it and put in the time and effort. I've got a pretty spotty track record with chaptered work- i lose motivation and drop things a lot, unfortunately. But i'm still dedicated to finishing NTD!
and im really proud of the wordcount! 100k!!!!!!! WAOW
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The Boy Next World Official Trailer
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Official trailer is out. I'm very excited to see where things go. It's clear some changes were made from the novel, which is exciting, because that gives an opportunity to kind of experience it with new eyes.
Official release is January 5th on MMY's YouTube as well as uncut on iQiYi.
I'm going to talk about novel to series changes that seem to be happening, so HEAVY spoilers below.
I'm going to assume if you're here, you at least watched the trailer all the way through, and I'm VERY intrigued at the choice of twist. I've seen comparisons to Two World and Vice Versa, but I didn't finish Vice Versa, so I can't speak for that in particular. To be honest, my first thought was A Christmas Carol, which is probably a little bit because of the time of year. Either way if we're doing a switch into the parallel worlds or alternate futures actually being real, I like that change SO MUCH.
The twist in the novel was so wildly problematic, to a degree where it certainly wouldn't get a pass in this day and age. And TBNW is one of Mame's older novels, so updating it for what fan/societal expectations are today is a really smart move on her part. I do wonder if she'll be updating the novel once the series is done, since she is changing a major plot point.
I'm going to talk about some other points in the novel, but I don't want to kind of repeat myself with explanations, so go check out this post where I kind of run through the things I hope to see in the series: link
To start, we see from the cast list that Ozone (or Zone) is present, being played by "Vino" Chavid Pevec. I was concerned that this character might get cut from the story, as with "colder" characters, I think having a sibling helps to give a human side to them, especially as a love interest is just getting to know them. We don't see much in the way of the side story that revolves around Cir and Zone's family, which while not a massive part of the novel, does speak to some of his motivations there, but with the changes being made, maybe it's not necessary. IDK. In the end, I can't really determine if it's a good move or not until we series the series and what was actually included.
I did make a point though that if they chose to include Cir's history and abuse at the hands of his mother I would hope they go for discussion only, versus casting a young actor to portray it, so if they've kind of removed that story, I don't think I'll be disappointed.
Wim and Jin are clearly present and we see confirmation that they will be the second couple for the series. I'm not sure how much of their characters will stay the same as the novel, as Phu and his friend group are a bit eccentric and silly, and I kinda hope we don't lose that. Going off the costuming for Jin it doesn't seem like it, so I'm hopeful.
The one of the bigger overarching points in the story is Phu actually dealing with his grief over his father passing, and we don't see much in the trailer for me to know if that's included in the series, but some of the story points in the novel really added depth to Phu's character, so I do think it would be a shame to minimize it or cut it altogether. One thing it does look like they've kept, which I'm very certain will break my heart, is Phu falling for Cir, and coming to terms with the fact that he's 'stolen' alternate world Phu's love and pushing for Cir to try and get back. In the novel, we see Phu as quite silly and a bit full of bravado, but he's also quite soft. His understanding of how much he's come to love Cir in such as short time and then considering how much more alternate world Phu would have loved him, considering they had years together is so beautiful and so sad, and handled with what I'll admit is a surprising level of subtlety that we don't often see from Mame. It's an all-around very complex situation with a lot of complex emotions, and I think it gives an opportunity for Noeul specifically to really show some range in the role.
I will say though, watching the trailer, I'm struck by the beauty of some of the shots. Like truly beautiful, so I definitely want to mention the director Mame is working with here, Thanpisit Jiradechakul. I know a lot of ppl assume that Mame directs all of her shows, and while she is heavily involved, I would say works as a co-director, she's only solo-directed Wedding Plan, and I'll be honest, you can tell the difference. I did try and look to see what other projects Thanpisit has worked on, and it looks like this is his first series. He's got commercials and some other smaller projects on his vimeo, but nothing of this scale. He is the credited editor and director for the Love in the Air music video though, so he has history with Mame, Boss, and Noeul.
Also, since I feel like it must be mentioned, yes of course the chemistry between Boss and Noeul is chemistry-ing... no one is surprised.
#BossNoeul#boss chaikamon#noeul nuttarat#Cirrus x Phugun#Cir x phu#cirrusphugun#cirphu#The Boy Next World#Mame BL#MeMindY#Thai BL#PayuRain#The Boy Next World the Series#TBNW#TBNW series#Youtube
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Friday Night Grind
Eddie and Y/N have a weekly ritual. Every Friday, they eat, drink, smoke, and watch TV. What happens when their ritual adds another aspect?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, grinding, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex, oral (f receiving) marijuana usage, swearing, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, aftercare, daddy kink, squirting. Let me know if I missed anything!
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October had blown in with a flurry of leaves, the anticipation of Halloween wrapping the town of Hawkins, Indiana in an air of excitement. The Hawkins High football team was hosting their yearly Fall Tailgate, attempting to rouse some hope of their impending victory against their rival team. The smell of hot apple cider enveloped students and staff alike, as cheers and ringing bells echoed around the guests playing games and winning prizes.
Manning her Home Economics booth, Y/N was responsible for dishing up freshly baked goods her class had work tirelessly to prepare for this tailgate.
"One cinnamon roll, please! And one for the pretty lady behind the booth." Eddie Munson stood on the other side of the table, left hand shoved into the pocket on his denim Dio vest, right extended with two crumpled up dollar bills. Y/N took his money with a smile, wrapping up a cinnamon roll in some parchment paper and passing it off to Eddie before taking one for herself.
"Thank you, Eddie. I haven't eaten very much today and these cinnamon rolls have been calling my name since they came out of the oven yesterday in class." With a shared smile, Y/N bit into her sweet confection and moaned at the flavor bursting over her tongue.
"May I steal you, or are you too busy to walk with me?" Eddie asked, tucking his own cinnamon roll into the pocket of his vest.
"Um, Elizabeth, could you take over please? I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Take your time, Y/N! The cinnamon rolls are the last of what we have, and with how busy we've been, we might close early. I can't wait, that apple cider has been beckoning since they started up!" Elizabeth quickly shooed Y/N out from behind the booth, Eddie holding out his arm for her to take as they strolled by booths overflowing with goodies, games, and friends.
"Well, that was easy. Are we still on for tonight?" Eddie mused, stealing a glance at the girl on his arm. Y/N took another bite of her cinnamon roll, returning Eddie's gaze.
"What, you don't want to cheer on this school's dumb football team to another dumb victory?" Y/N asked sarcastically, already knowing Eddie's answer.
"You know what? I really don't. It seems like you don't either." Eddie responded with a chuckle.
"No, I don't. I volunteered to run the booth for Home Ec, that's about it. So, I'd say yes, Eddie. We're still on for tonight. Anything in particular you want to do, or is it the same Friday night grind?" Yet another bite was shoved in her mouth as she and Eddie stopped to watch Mike's little sister, Holly, attempted the ring toss. Three rings later, everyone cheered as Holly was given a stuffed tiger as her prize. Eddie nodded to Nancy and patted Mike on the back as he and Y/N continued walking.
"I was thinking the same thing we usually do; weed, pizza, movie. What do you say to a horror movie marathon?" Y/N pondered the question as she chewed the last of her cinnamon roll, the smell of apple cider growing stronger as the pair approached the booth.
"Sounds like a plan, Munson. Anything I need to bring? Two, please." Y/N asked, ordering a cider for both her and Eddie. With a playful smack to her hand, Eddie silently told Y/N to put her money away as he pulled out two more crumpled bills from his pocket, paying for the cider.
"Since your booth would likely be closed by the time we get back, would you mind picking up some tapes?" Eddie asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sure! No worries, Eds. Just know that there will be no bitching or complaining about the movies I bring, got it?"
"Yes, ma'am." Eddie said with a mock salute and a smile. The pair sipped on the cider as they approached the haphazard hay bale maze the school had set up. They were only able to afford enough for a small maze, the walls only two bales high. With a knowing look, Eddie and Y/N entered, the way out easily seen by Eddie's tall stature. They were out in a record five minutes, escorting a few lost elementary school students along the way.
True to Elizabeth's word, the booth was closed by the time Eddie and Y/N had made their way back to it. Y/N had convinced Eddie to help tear down the table and sign, delicately balancing trays and the table as they walked towards the school to put everything away.
"Eddie, the least I can do is carry the trays. You're going to break something." Y/N offered once again, giggling to herself as Eddie shook her off.
"No. A lady should never carry anything when a gentleman is present. I will, however, allow you to open the door." Eddie argued, propping the table up against his leg for a break as Y/N opened the door.
"Wow, such responsibility you give me, Sir Munson."
"Don't get used to it, Princess. I'll be your chivalrous knight again soon."
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Eight o'clock rolled around quickly after Eddie dropped Y/N off at home after the tailgate. After a brief dinner with her family, she sped quickly to Family Video to rent some movies for her and Eddie to mock.
She grabbed as many horror movies as she could carry before plopping them on the counter in front of Steve and Robin.
"You and Eddie having another movie night, this week?" Robin asked as she began typing the titles of the movies under Y/N's account.
"Indeed, we are." Y/N replied, smiling at the questioning look Steve shot at her from over Robin's shoulder while he glanced at the throng of movies Y/N was renting.
"You're going to force Eddie to sit through 'Little Shop of Horrors'?" Steve asked.
"Yes, Steve. Do you have a problem with that?"
"He's going to hate it." Steve remarked with a shrug.
"That's the plan, Harrington." The smile on Y/N's face was bright and hopeful as Robin returned the sentiment, banging on the computer keyboard as she finished typing in the movies.
"$30 even. Have you ever, I don't know, thought about inviting Steve and me to these little get togethers you and Eddie have every week?" Robin asked, a slightly sour tone to her voice as she bagged up the movies.
"Oh. Well, Eddie and I have our traditions, of course. I'll ask him about it for next week, okay?" Y/N promised, zipping out of Family Video before her other friends could protest.
"They're never going to invite us. Eddie's been crushing on Y/N forever." Steve told Robin before turning his attention back to 'Fast Times' playing on the small TV on the counter.
"I know." Robin ceded.
The trip to Eddie's trailer was one Y/N knew like the back of her hand. She could almost drive there with her eyes closed, if it were possible.
Eddie was standing on the porch as Y/N pulled up, hurrying to open her car door and retrieve the bag of movies she had brought before escorting her inside the warmth of his trailer.
"Hey, what would you say to Steve and Robin joining us next week?" Y/N asked as she made herself comfortable on Eddie's couch, popping open a can of New Coke and taking a swig as Eddie fished through the stack of tapes.
"I'd say let me think about it. I like having these moments with you. Away from freshman and Gareth, ya know?" Eddie scoffed at the sight of "Little Shop of Horrors" before turning around and popping it into the VCR under the TV.
"I understand. Robin asked, so I figured I'd relay the question."
"She doesn't spend enough time with Harrington at work that she needs to drag him out here?" Eddie asked, making himself comfortable next to Y/N as the credits started rolling for the movie.
"I think she was asking because she's our friend and wants to be included. Your point could stand for us as well: we don't spend enough time together playing Dungeons & Dragons? We needed to start a movie night?"
"I can't believe you like that shit." Eddie said, gesturing to the can of Coke perched dangerously on the arm of the sofa. "Old Coke tastes so much better and you know it."
"I agree, but you can't find anything else in the stores anymore. New Coke is all the rage, Eds. Lucas likes it." Y/N countered, hoping the fact that Lucas liking the new formula would help prove her point.
"Sinclair likes shooting balls into laundry baskets, Y/N. He's not exactly a trustworthy source." Rick Moranis' voice flowed around them as he sang about the dreary atmosphere of living on Skid Row, the argument lost to the tone of melancholy in his voice.
"I wonder if this is where Skid Row got their name." Y/N thought out loud, almost spitting Coke out of her nose at the horrified look on Eddie's face.
"The town, I would imagine, not this cheesy ass song."
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Hours later, almost every movie Y/N had brought over had been watched, the pair rounding off their night with "Ghostbusters" and a few joints.
"Seriously, Y/N how many times have you watched this movie? You know everything Bill Murray is going to say before he says it!" Eddie whined, puffing on the roach of his joint before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.
"What can I say, Munson, I know a good movie when I see one." Y/N coughed on her roach, the smoke burning her throat as she inhaled before passing it off to Eddie to finish. He took the joint with a chuckled as he finished the joint with one final hint, once again reaching for the ashtray in front of him.
As Peter Venkman ran away from the slime ghost chasing him through the hallway of a hotel, Eddie's attention was only on Y/N, memorizing her face as if he'd never see her again. Her face lit up as she laughed at Ray's reaction to Venkman getting slimed, the creases in her eyes prominent. The dimple on her cheek sunk deep into her face, and Eddie couldn't resist poking it.
Y/N shot Eddie a look, which caused him to lean back in surrender. Once more he snuck a look at Y/N, trailing his hand across her shoulders and down her arm, smirking at the goosebumps that popped up on her skin. A suddenly evil idea popped into Eddie's head as he jabbed a finger into Y/N's ribs, a squeal leaving her as she jumped in surprise. In a flash, Eddie had pinned Y/N to the couch, tickling her with no mercy as she screamed for him to stop.
"How can I stop when your laugh is so pretty?" Eddie asked, puppy dog eyes staring deeply into hers. While he was distracted by her beauty, Y/N took advantage and pushed Eddie up, straddling his lap and tickling his sides in return. Eddie released a high-pitched squeal of his own as Y/N poked him in a particularly ticklish spot, the girl on his lap laughing hard at the noise.
"What was that? Is the big, bad, Eddie Munson ticklish?" Y/N teased, pushing her fingers into the same spot, once more emitting a girlish scream from Eddie. She continued her assault for another minute, laughing along with Eddie at his reactions before her hands were abruptly ripped away and locked against Eddie's chest.
"Yes, the big, bad, Eddie is ticklish. That was a low blow, Princess." Eddie argued, still holding Y/N's hands in his against his chest.
"You started it!" Y/N countered, eyes hazy with the weed coursing through her veins.
"Yeah, well I'm finishing it." Eddie finalized, taking a better look at the girl perched in his lap. His brown eyes traced her features, and Y/N started to feel self-conscious under Eddie's scrutinizing gaze. A beat passed of them just staring at each other, before Eddie once again took advantage of Y/N and started tickling her again, ignoring her pleas to stop.
The position Y/N was sitting in made it hard for Eddie to keep his cool as she squirmed in his lap, his fingers continuing to jab into her ribs to keep the peals of laughter coming from her chest. One particular poke made Y/N jump, the sudden feeling of Eddie's erection digging into her clothed core. The pair paused, both breathless due to how much they were laughing just a few seconds earlier.
"Eddie.... Is that a lighter in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" Y/N ground down onto his dick once more, watching as Eddie threw his head back under her.
"I'm just happy to see you, Princess. Fuck if you keep doing that, I'll pin you to this couch and make you squeal for a different reason." Eddie moaned again as Y/N continued to grind on him, his erection growing harder under her.
"Is that a threat, or a promise?" Y/N asked as she ground once more, having full control of the situation since her hands were still being pressed to Eddie's chest.
"If you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask, Princess." Eddie groaned, inching his face closer to Y/N's as her hips continued to rock against his. She whimpered as Eddie purposely thrusted to give her more friction, throwing caution to the wind as he leaned up and planted a heated kiss to her mouth. Y/N wrenched her hands out of Eddie's grasp and placed them on his cheeks. pulling him ever closer.
Eddie slid his tongue past Y/N's teeth, groaning in the back of his throat as she allowed his tongue to battle with hers. She took it one step further by biting his bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth. Eddie's eyes rolled in the back of his head, the combination of her sucking on his lip and grinding onto his dick almost overwhelming him. He took the situation into his own hands as he cupped her ass, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room, his lips never leaving hers in the process. He threw Y/N onto the bed, chasing her lips with his once more as he kissed her ferociously. His lips left hers as he trailed across her jawline and down her neck, smirking as she squealed once he reached her sweet spot. He sucked a hickey onto her neck, his tongue soothing the pain he had left as he descended further.
Eddie's hands snuck up under her shirt, breaking away from her only to rip it and her bra off before attacking one of her nipples with his mouth, rolling the other between two of his fingers. Her hands wrapped themselves in Eddie's wild curls, arching her back to get Eddie closer to her body. His tongue lashed wildly against her pebbled peak, groaning against it as Y/N tugged at his hair. Eddie released her nipple with a pop before moving to the other, pinching once again and smirking at her moan.
"Fuck, Eddie. More, please!" Y/N whined, desperately bucking her hips in a futile attempt for attention.
"You want more, sweetheart? I can give you more, especially since you asked so nicely." Eddie continued to kiss down her body, skin feeling soft under his plush lips. He unbuttoned her jeans with ease, shoving them down to her ankles where she hurriedly kicked them to the floor. Eddie sunk in between her legs, marveling at the wet patch currently growing across the blue cotton of her panties. Eddie smirked, placing a kiss to her folds before moving her panties aside and using two of his fingers to spread her open.
"You're already so wet for me, baby. All this for me?" Y/N nodded, covering her blushing face with her hands as Eddie chuckled, pulling away for a moment to remove the rings on his hands before settling back between Y/N's thighs. He spread her puffy lips open once more and licked a broad stripe over her pussy, relishing in the way she moaned above him, dropping her hands to his hair instantly.
Eddie's tongue flicked her clit as he shook his head from side to side, causing Y/N to moan loudly as she threw her head back into Eddie's pillows. He slid one of his fingers deep inside her slick core, moaning against her as she clenched at the intrusion. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard as he pumped his finger in and out of her at a brisk pace, adding another and curling them up, hitting the sweet spot inside her that made her toes curl.
"Fuck, Eddie! Oh my God, it feels so good!" Y/N yelled, pulling Eddie's hair to get him closer as she felt her orgasm begin to bubble up inside her. He added a third finger, continuing his assault on her slick pussy as he relentlessly pounded into her. Y/N clenched around his fingers once more as her orgasm quickly took over, soaking Eddie's face in her juices as she came hard around his fingers. He coaxed her through her first orgasm, not leaving her core until she weakly pushed his head away from her fluttering pussy. He crawled up and kissed her deeply, holding his soaked fingers against her lips, shoving them into her mouth as she sucked her arousal off his digits. Once he pulled away, Eddie removed his pants and boxers as he waltzed over to his nightstand and tore it open. He snatched a foil pack before turning back towards Y/N as he rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and pumping a few times.
Y/N felt her mouth water as she watched Eddie, licking her lips in anticipation. Eddie chuckled as he stalked back over to the bed.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Eddie asked, genuinely caring for her well-being while he positioned himself over her.
"I want you to fuck me, Eddie. Please, I need you." Y/N's pussy clenched in anticipation as Eddie smiled, placing another kiss on her lips.
"Yeah, baby? You need me to fill you up with my cock, is that it?" Eddie's words made Y/N moan, throwing her head back and giving Eddie full access to her neck. He peppered kisses over the expanse of skin, once more sucking another bruise onto her neck before pulling her into a kiss, tongue slipping easily into her waiting mouth. While Y/N sucked on his tongue, Eddie positioned his tip at her entrance, gathering some of her slick onto the condom before penetrating her core.
Y/N threw her head back as she moaned at the intrusion, her pussy clenching around Eddie's dick as he continued to stretch her open inch by inch. He bottomed out, staring at the blissful look stretching across Y/N's face as she adjusted to Eddie's length inside her. Y/N tapped Eddie on the shoulder in a silent bid to get him to move, fingernails digging into his biceps as he thrusted deep inside her.
"Fuck, Princess. Look at you, taking my big cock so well. Can you feel how deep I am, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, taking one of Y/N's hands from his arms and pressing it to the bottom of her belly, moaning in unison with her as he thrusted hard into her.
"Oh my God, harder, please." Y/N begged, wrapping her legs around Eddie's waist as he buried himself deeper into her sopping wet core. Eddie picked up his pace, the sound of slapping skin echoing in the room around them. His fingers brushed against her clit and she clenched around him. He could tell he wouldn't last long if she continued squeezing around him, but he was adamant to make her finish before he did.
"Feel good, baby?" Eddie asked, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek as she nodded, jaw dropped to her chest as her sweet noises wrapped around him.
"Fuck, Daddy, don't stop!" Y/N screamed, the name slipping past her lips before she could stop it. Eddie paused above her, his chocolate eyes boring deeply into hers as she blushed. In a flash Eddie had pulled out of Y/N and flipped her over onto her belly, wrenching her hips up so her ass was in the air. A smack rippled against her skin as Eddie spanked her and a loud moan escaped her lips. He lined himself up to her entrance before thrusting in hard, a deeper angle overwhelming the pair tangled in the bed sheets.
"Oh shit, baby. You feel so good wrapped around Daddy's cock. You're doing so weel for me, sweetheart. Fuck, I'm addicted to you." Eddie moaned, another smack meeting Y/N's ass. Her toes curled as Eddie continued burying stroke after stroke deep insider her pussy, the head of his cock brushing her g-spot in a delicious rhythm.
Y/N was babbling, a mindless string of moans and "Daddy's" falling past her lips as her face was buried deeper into Eddie's pillows. She leaned back, meeting Eddie's thrusts, causing her ass to jiggle and shake due to the impact.
"Look at my cock-drunk little Princess. Fuck, you're close, huh? I can feel it, your pussy feels so good." Eddie spanked Y/N once again, a bright red hand print gazing back at him as he pulled away, wrapping his arm around her waist and coming in contact with her clit and rubbing furiously. Y/N's back arched as she shattered around Eddie's cock, her orgasm settling deep in her bones as she squirted, her arousal splashing against Eddie's thighs and dripping to the bed sheets below.
Eddie growled deep in his throat as one more powerful thrust led him to his own orgasm, pumping his cum into the condom. When he pulled out, Eddie chuckled at how Y/N whined at the loss of contact keeping her tethered to him, her posture sagging against the mattress. Eddie kissed her shoulder before pulling himself away completely, going to the bathroom and disposing of the condom while dampening a rag to clean Y/N.
Y/N had rolled onto her side, still panting after her mind-blowing orgasm rocked her to her core. Eddie approached the bed, gently spreading her legs as he dragged the cool cloth down her sweat soaked skin, sopping up every drop of her arousal. She winced as Eddie swiped the rag against her puffy pussy, cleaning her as gently as he could.
"Are you okay?" Eddie whispered as he threw the rag somewhere behind him, wrapping Y/N in his arms and pulling her into his chest. Y/N pressed a kiss to Eddie's chest before trailing up his neck and pecking his lips.
"I'm amazing, Eddie. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Princess. I didn't know you could squirt, did you?" Eddie commented, laughing softly as Y/N buried her face in his neck out of embarrassment.
"No, I didn't. I guess you bring that out of me, same with the Daddy thing." Eddie wrapped his arms tighter around Y/N's body as she nuzzled deeper into his skin, willing herself to absorb into him to escape this moment.
"It was hot. Both of it, all of it, sweetheart. Fuck, that was amazing. I'm never gonna stop thinking about you, Y/N." Eddie's admission made her heart skip a beat as she pulled away to look at him, love and adoration present in his lust-blown pupils. His eyes flickered to her lips for a second before he connected them once more, but this kiss was different. This kiss sent fireworks through their bodies, the sparks sizzling under their skin. Eddie poured everything he was feeling into her mouth, his fingers gently wrapping in her hair as he pulled her impossibly closer.
When they separated, breathless and desperate for air, the silence around them was comfortable, but thick.
"I think we have a new tradition, Munson." Y/N spoke first, breaking the silence and playing with the damp curls that had fallen over Eddie's shoulder.
"That we do, Princess. I thought about it; Steve and Robin are never invited to movie night as long as that keeps happening." Y/N giggled, pushing her lips to his again, rolling Eddie onto his back as she straddled his hips once more, continuing to make out with the boy under her.
"Eddie, I think I'm in love with you." Y/N whispered as she pulled away from the kiss.
"Yeah? Well I know I'm in love with you, sweetheart." Eddie's face broke out into a toothy grin, as did Y/N's. Eddie reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, poking her dimple as he pulled Y/N into a hug. They remained tangled in each other's embrace for the rest of the night, their movie night thrown to the wind. As they laid in bed, another blunt being passed between them, they both couldn't wait until next Friday.
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if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once
Charlie Slimecicle x Reader, Bizly x Reader, submissive reader, bratty reader, afab reader, intoxicated sex, she/her reader, smut, smutsmutsmut
Chapter 1: Just a Friendly Challenge
One of the things that fascinated me about Charlie was the strong line he drew between what was inappropriate and embarrassing, and what was just good dirty humour. The same type of thing could either make him red in the face, or double over in laughter, depending on exact phrasing and tone. I found particular joy in trying to determine what side of the line different conversations would fall to. By the way he stuck around me I made the assumption that he didn't mind.
"You're looking good today," I say, nonchalant, sliding into his passenger seat. "Thanks," he pauses at the compliment, and fidgets with his hair, tucking it back. One of his most endearing nervous ticks.
The corners of my lips twitch up, and I wonder how long he'll let me tease him today."What's the plan tonight, Big Cheese?" I say, making up the millionth one-off nickname for him.
"We're meeting up at Bizly's to smoke and heading off to a party at uhh... I think Schlatt's place?""Oh hell yeah," I grin.
Schlatt threw the most chill parties. I knew there would be a lot of cool people there and I really, really needed to find a friend for *ahem* benefits.
Charlie saw right through my smile, sighing, "no fucking at Schlatt's place, he's not gonna let me bring you over again,"
I gave him puppy dog eyes, "Well Bizly's not gonna let me at his place. Unless you're offering to distract him when the girlies show up,"
The tips of his ears tinge pink and he gets a deep, discomforted frown, like he does everytime I ask him to help get me laid,
"No, keep it in your pants, sunshine," his tone reminds me of a disappointed parent.
I feign a pout, with my lip stuck out and my arms crossed, "Fiiiine,"
Charlie parks his car at Bizly's place, just around the corner, and we walk into his garage. There's no one out here yet, so I take the comfiest spot in the old floral couch and light a pre-roll out of my pocket. Charlie takes a spot on the opposite end of the couch and I pass him the blunt. We manage to get about halfway through before Bizly joins us. Charlie's browsing the local cable station for something worthy of being background noise, and I'm taking a big inhale when I notice the shaggy-haired man standing over me.
"You're in my spot," Bizly lowers his already deep tone, pretending be intimidating.
I reach my hand up to offer the blunt and he takes it.
"Okay but move," he says, smoke billowing from his mouth. He reaches over to pass to Charlie, "or I'll sit on you,"
"Don't threaten me with a good time," I say through a grin, not looking up from my phone.
"Gross, why are you like this?" Bizly laughs, pushing at my leg gently with the a booted foot.
"It been awhile," I complain, and begrudgingly move over, taking the blunt from Charlie as I move in next to him.
"You gotta chill out, dude," Bizly says, "Charlie, what do you think, take one for the team?"
"Huh?" Charlie asks absently, glancing over to see what we're talking about.
I lean over to rest my head on his shoulder and cartoonishly bat my eyelashes at him.That easy blush finds its way into his face again.
"C'mon man, someone's gotta do it," Bizly pokes fun.
There aren't many people I'd let get away with insinuating I'm a charity case, but Bizly is one of them. Especially if it's to bother Charlie.
The brown haired man looks down at me past blue framed glasses and I make a kissy face at him."You're both fucked," he chuckles, but doesn't push me off.
"Charlie said I have to be good tonight," I sigh in exasperation. "So not fair,"
I wondered what it would take for Charlie to be the one to take me up to some strangers bedroom. If there was some secret combination of words to rile him up enough. He let me push so many of his buttons, maybe he liked that.
Fuck it, I thought, I'm gonna ask him.
"That wasn't a 'no,' though," I snuggle up even more, "so what do you say, Charliezard?"
Bizly laughed out loud, "dude, Charliezard? No wonder it's been awhile for you, you have no game,"
"Ouch," I say, "let's see one of you do better,"
"Are you sure?" Bizly's grin is almost devilish and I think that maybe I should back down. But it's not in my nature.
"Bring it," I say, leaning up off of Charlie.
"Oh God I don't want to see this," Charlie complains, "she's gonna be down bad no matter what you do,"
"Ouch, you too? Damn," I place my hand over my heart in exaggerated offence, but chuckle along with the boys.
"A challenge is a challenge, Charlie," Bizly says, cracking his knuckles.
"Oh I do love a challenge," Charlie says, tone pitching up.
What the fuck did I just get myself into. I think, but honestly I'm kind of excited, a tingle creeping up my back at the thought of two friends hitting on me, fighting over me.
Bizly flips a coin, "call it,"
"Heads," "Ooooh it's tails,"
Bizly grins, "I'm first,"
"What are the rules?" Charlie asks, looking at me with a small amount of concern in his eyes.
"Oh boy, uhh," I think on it for a moment. "Clothes stay on and like, hands off the merchandise,"
Bizly laughs and Charlie looks away, embarrassed.
"Whoever you want more at the end wins," Bizly announces before moving over to me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
I'm hyper aware of Charlie watching us as Bizly tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, leaning in to whisper.
"You're such a dirty girl," his voice is low and soft and sultry and my body reacts immediately, a shiver travelling straight up my spine.
He continues, "I bet you'd let me bend you over while Charlie watches, you'd get off on how embarrassed you make him, I know how much you love to tease him, maybe he'd touch himself while I'm plowing you, or maybe he'd join us."
My face was immediately hot. I was expecting some smooth lines not a description of getting railed by two close friends.
"Would you like that, little slut? Would you like me to stuff you with my big, thick cock? Do you think you could take it all?" He continued to whisper, brushing his lips against my ears.
A small whimper escaped my lips and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
"Dude, I think you're scaring her," Charlie laughs and my face goes beet red at the notion of him hearing me like this. I hear Bizly's low laugh in my ear, and he moves downward to leave a soft kiss on my neck, before leaning back to his spot on the couch.
"God damn, I need a minute," I say though hands covering my thoroughly reddening face.
"Bizly, what did you do to her?" Charlie laughed.
Bizly puffs on the blunt in his hand and reaches to pass it over, but as I grab for it he moves it past and passes it to Charlie. When I look to glare at him he's staring me down with a steady gaze, and winks. This man has me feeling so needy. I turn to take the blunt from Charlie and he passes it back around me with a chuckle, pulling his hand back to hold me gently by the face, only inches from him. We pause for a long moment, and I stare up at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging open slightly. He turns away, leaving me hanging in his hand, and sets his glasses down on the coffee table. He leans back, pulling me forward towards him, and I prop myself up on my knees in order to move in closer.
"You're not being a very good girl," he says softly, but loud enough that I know Bizly is listening, "letting your friends take turns with you, melting in our hands,"
I can't believe what I'm hearing from Charlie. I just stare at him and his blue eyes pierce right through me.
He leans in closer to whisper, "If you get on your knees and beg, maybe I'll take pity on you." He suggests it with a feigned innocence in his voice and my head reels. I imagine sliding down onto the floor of the garage in front of him.
Is he being serious? Charlie? I look at him with pleading eyes, searching for an answer. I don't feel like he's just teasing me. There's no embarrassed expression, nor any hint of awkwardness."Or would you rather take your punishment like a good girl?" He continues.
"F-fuck," I whine out loud.
"Not until you've earned it," he smirks right at me, and boops my nose, letting go of my face and letting me back down.
I feel Bizly move in behind me as I lean back, placing a hand on my waist and putting his face up to my ear, "Well, who wins?"
Charlie reaches his hand up to tuck my hair back on the other side of my face.
Having both men with their hands on me sends pure electricity through my body, and I can only respond in a low moan. The humiliation makes me shake with desire.
"I think we broke her," Charlie says through a laugh.
"You think so?" Bizly responds, placing soft kisses on the side of my neck. "Pick a winner, or we'll have to try again."
I'm frozen in place, a blissful haze settling over my mind. My flirty confidence having completely faded.
"Oh god, uh..." I stammer as Bizly lazily trails his hand up my side.
I watch Charlie's eyes follow the movement and his expression once again is filled with disappointment, "That's not fair, you're taking another turn,"
"I don't think she minds," Bizly growls the words into my neck, grazing teeth over my skin. He sinks his teeth in slowly, almost gently. I hear him adjusting himself behind me, then feel his body press up against mine. He pulls me up on my knees, and continues to kiss and bite at my neck, sucking hard. I can feel hickies starting to form. My head is thrown back against him, eyes closed. I don't hear Charlie move, but suddenly feel his hands on me too, just above Bizly's. It surprises me and I gasp out loud. I no longer care how I sound, I'm completely enamoured by the sensation of four hands on my waist and hips.
Then Charlie pulls me forward in a jerking motion, into a rough kiss, sliding me forward to straddle his lap, and I feel Bizly pull away. I moan into Charlie's mouth, both in excitement, and in disappointment at the the loss of Bizly's touch.
Charlie settles me into his lap and I can feel his erection between us. I can't help myself, I press against him. The tight leggings I'm in make it easy to feel how hard and -oh my god- huge he is, and I rub myself against him like an animal in heat. His hands find their way to my hips and he steadies me, pushing body back so im sitting on his knees.
I whine out loud and he laughs at me, breaking the kiss. Fuuck, Charlie what are you doing to me?
"Pick a winner," he says quietly, with a sweetness in his tone that makes by body squirm.
"Fine," I say, taking a moment to catch my breath and find my thoughts. The places our bodies connect are burning up and I can't seem to find myself amidst my desire. I'm breathing heavy and shaking. In a brief moment of clarity I know I need to regain my composure. Placing a hand on Charlie's chest I remove myself from his lap and take my spot on the couch between the two men.
Bizly's hands were strong and his voice was low and sexy. I would have let him strip me down and have his way with me, I still might. But Charlie, awkward, easy to embarrass Charlie, my best friend, Charlie, he did something to my body that I didn't quite understand. I didn't even realize I wanted him that badly, but the moment his hand touched my face I was done. Bizly pulled out all the stops, but Charlie barely had to do a thing and I would have been on my knees begging for forgiveness.
I pulled my knees up to my chest and hid my bright red face in my arms. "Charlie wins."
"Awe, come on," Bizly complained, though I could still hear that devilish grin on his smug face.
I felt Charlie place a hand on my shoulder and I almost jumped right out of my skin. He pulled it away, the game was over and he didn't need to continue torturing me like this.
"Are you okay?" His voice was back to normal, just regular Charlie. I didn't know how to respond, but I heard him stand. He stepped out of the room.
"Sorry man, I think I took it kind of far," Bizly offered.
I turned to look at him, eyebrows furled. "Do not. EVER. Do that again, unless you plan to follow through,"
"Oh baby," he growled, "next time we're alone, I'll show you the time of your life,"
"Fuuck," I groaned into my knees in exasperation, "I really don't need to be imagining getting spit roasted by you guys,"
"We've got at least an hour till anyone else gets here," his voice is steady. He's serious.
"Would Charlie-?" I'm cut off by the sound of him re entering the room.
He has a glass of water, which he hands to me, sitting down again.
I sip at the cool water and work on grounding myself as best as I can.
"Feeling better?" Charlie asked sincerely.
Bizly chuckled, "I think you know what she needs to feel better, man,"
Icy prickles graze my hand and I realize it was Charlie taking the glass away, setting it on the coffee table.
"That's enough, man," Charlie's voice takes on a sternness that is also unusual for him. Was he being protective?
"Alright," Bizly replies, standing from the couch, "I'm gonna heat up some pizzas before the rest of the crew arrives," There's uneasy silence as he leaves, aside from the low hum of the old tv.
After a while Charlie clears his throat, and I turn my head to look. The worry in his eyes real and intense. "I am genuinely sorry," he's quiet, "we took that way over the line,"
I uncurl my body and reach up to where his hand restes on the back of the couch, placing mine on top of it, "No, no, Im just a little embarrassed," I chew on my bottom lip, trying to decide what else I wanted to say, "I did like it, a lot. But it happened so fast, and... and I felt a little out of control,"
"That's not your fault," his tone is soft, and he takes my hand in his, "we- I didn't set you up with a safe word, or have a check in plan. I was irresponsible,"
I lean my head against his hand and close my eyes.
"I um, I didn't want it to go like this." I hear the usual awkwardness returning to his voice, "I really care about you, I really like you, and when I saw Bizly all over you I got jealous,"
I peek an eye open to see the red in his face return, and smile to myself. With this confession he was very graciously letting me take back the upper hand in my game of teasing him. I was very aware that I'd need to tread carefully now that he knew he could make me crack with one touch, but for now I took it.
"Jealous?" I said, smile creeping up my lips, "You've got me practically begging you for a ride and you're jealous."
"Watch it," he points a finger at me, laughing with me and ruffling my hair.
"So you like me?" I mean it to sound more teasing, but it comes out as a genuine question.
"I do," he replies, "and I'm hoping sometime you'll give me a second chance at a first kiss,"
"I'll think about it," I smirk at him.
"You're kind of a brat," he teases back.
"Took you this long to figure it out?"
His eyes flash, like he wants to say something smug, but he laughs it off, and I'm grateful for it. I feel more like myself now that I'm teasing my best friend.
We join Bizly in the house when Grizzly and Condi arrive, and neither of the men mention anything else about what happened. But I do notice Charlie makes sure to stay between me and Bizly for a good portion of the evening.
My protector. I think to myself, and he catches me looking at him with big, sparkling eyes. Fuck, I'm not gonna get away with that one.
He winks at me after making sure no one is looking and I feel my knees go a little weak, but he doesn't push it farther than that.
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Schlatt's party is fun, and inspite of a Charlie staying close I do manage to slip out into the yard for a quick make out session with a pretty girl wearing a bralette. The entire time she's kissing me my mind wanders to Charlie and Bizly. I wonder who would make athe next move first.
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When a few nights later Bizly sends me an image of his hard cock under a pair of grey sweats I message him back immediately,
Come over.
Omw
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Fan Fiction: Final Part
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.9k
Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst
Summary: Not only did Chuck write books about your lives, but a damn musical theater is putting a play on about your goddamn lives. You try to let them handle this one on their own but they're not letting you go, and it's time to bring insurance to make sure you never leave them.
Season Ten Masterlist
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3
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Marie and Maeve are back in the auditorium but Marie is panicking.
"Hey!" Dean exclaims and rushes over to Marie. "Are you okay?"
"Not really," she gasps.
"Why don't you guys calm her down and I'll find wooden stakes in the trunk."
Sam leaves and Dean kneels down to get on Marie's level.
"Is Marie gonna get eaten?" Maeve asks.
"If we're lucky," you glare.
"Nothing is going to happen. Don't listen to her. Marie, look at me." When she does, he continues. "As soon as that curtain rises, we're going to be there to take out Calliope."
"This is all my fault. If I hadn't written this dumb play, none of this would've happened."
"First of all this play isn't dumb." You open your mouth to say something when Dean glares at you. "It's not dumb."
"I thought you didn't believe in this interpretation?"
"I don't. Like, at all, but you do. I need you to believe in it with all you've got so we can kill Calliope and save your friends. Can you do that?"
"Yeah." She takes a deep breath. "If Sam, Dean, and Y/N were real, they wouldn't back down from a fight. Especially my sweet, brave, selfless Sam. There's nothing he can't do."
"I'm not touching that subject," Dean shakes his head.
"Okay, let's do this!" She grabs a dark wig that the young woman was using who was playing Sam. "I understudy Sam. I used this for my one-woman Orphan Black show, last year. it's gonna have to work for Sam." She puts the wig on her head. "Writer. Director. Actor. I'm gonna Barbra Streisand this bitch."
Guess it's time for a fucking show. People pile into the auditorium once the show is about to begin to see this either rock or go up in flames. The curtains are closed so no one sees what's happening backstage. The girl who plays Dean walks past Dean wearing the amulet that Sam gave him all those years ago. You're not sure what happened to that necklace.
"The Samuelt?" Dean asks Marie.
"That amulet is a symbol of the Winchesters' brotherly love."
Sam comes back with three wooden stakes he's prepared for the fight that will happen. He hands you yours, and you yank it from his grasp angrily. All the girls line up and Sam scans them with a frown.
"Wait a second, where's Chuck?"
"Oh, I love him, I do, but the whole author introducing himself into the narrative thing is just not my favorite. I kind of hate the meta stories," Marie says.
"Alright, listen up, girl," Dean announces. "Now, you're all here because you love Supernatural. I know I have expressed some differences of opinion regarding this particular version of Supernatural. Tonight is all about Marie's vision. This is Marie's Supernatural. So, I want you to get out there, I want you to stand as close as she wants you to, and I want you to put as much sub and add text as you possibly can. There is no other road. No other way. No day, but today."
"Did he quote Rent?" Maeve whispers to Marie.
"Now, you get out there, and you kick it in the ass!"
The girls cheer from the pep talk and encourage each other. They all separate to either go backstage or on stage as they get ready. You and Dean stand on one side of the stage while Sam stands on the other side, all with stakes in hand. Marie slips through the curtain to address the audience.
"This is stupid," you hiss at Dean.
"Shut up and keep an eye out."
"Good evening, everybody! Welcome to our production of Supernatural. I'm not gonna lie. It might be a full-on Gallagher show opening up this piece. Uh, those of you in the front rows may want to use the ponchos we provided for you under your seats. You may, in fact, get wet on this ride. Um, I would like to thank the cast and crew--"
"She's stalling. Let's do this," Dean says to Maeve.
"Copy that. Curtain, kids. It's showtime."
The music starts playing, making Marie jump in surprise.
"That concludes our introduction for the night. Everybody sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."
Marie scurries on stage as the curtains open. The beginning number of singing your life introduction sounds and the girl who plays Dean steps forward. The song you heard when you first arrived starts playing, and she goes through the song about how John and Mary got together, had Sam and Dean, your mother dying, blah, blah, blah.
Dean seems to be enjoying the song while you're absentmindedly playing at the thing on your neck. You can't fucking believe Dean did this. When did he have time to search for something like this? Has he been planning this for a while? Was Sam in on it? You look over at Sam in time to see the big scary scarecrow appear behind him. Apparently, Dean sees it too because he starts warning his brother who is confused.
"Turn around!" Dean yells slightly lower than the music playing. Sam turns to face the scarecrow who grabs him. This is all happening while the girls on stage act and sing. "Come on."
"Do we have to," you complain. Dean drags you along backstage to get to where Sam is, but the younger brother is nowhere to be found once you get to his spot. "Where the hell did he go?"
The first act ends and goes straight into the next one where Fake!Dean and Fake!Cas are having a conversation on fake phones.
"Okay, you can pop in tomorrow morning."
"Yes. I'll just wait here, then," Fake!Cas sighs.
Another song starts playing which is a solo moment for the girl who plays Cas. You and Dean rush over to Marie who is already backstage. Apparently, she saw the moment Sam was taken.
"What do we do now?" she panics.
"Just, stick to the plan, okay? Keep singing until the scarecrow comes for you."
"Don't die, okay?" you grin and pat her back as you walk away from her.
Marie walks on stage as soon as Cas' part is over so she can begin singing her part as Sam. She is nervous about what's about to happen but is acting like a professional. The scarecrow appears behind Marie to consume her, and that's when Dean jumps into action. He jumps onto the scarecrow, forgetting he's on stage in front of a large audience. Both Fake!Sam and Fake!Dean keeps singing as if this isn't happening behind them. You look to the audience to see one of the members in the front row put his poncho on.
The scarecrow and Dean wrestle before the monster throws Dean across the stage over to you. He slides right in front of your feet, and Dean glares up at you.
"Help!"
"Fine," you roll your eyes.
You twirl the stake in your hands as you walk onto the stage. You're not fucking scared of this thing. You'll fucking take it down before it realizes what's going on. The scarecrow runs at you to tackle you but you quickly move out of the way before he can touch you.
"Missed me!" you laugh.
You jump onto the scarecrow's back to strangle him but he grabs both your arms in retaliation. He uses all of his immense strength to flip you over him and to the front of the stage. You quickly get up and ram your stake into his chest. You turn him so his back is facing the audience and yours is facing the backdrop of the set. You step back from the scarecrow when you see it start to tremble.
The scarecrow explodes in a purple goo substance, covering almost everyone in the audience. A bit of goo gets on your jacket to which you huff out in annoyance. You walk toward Dean and shove the stake into his chest.
"You're welcome," you scoff and walk off.
Silence falls on the audience until the guy wearing the poncho stands up and begins clapping. Everyone in the audience follows suit, and Dean steps next to a starstruck Marie.
"Take a bow, Sammy."
Marie, Dean, and Fake!Dean takes a bow for the audience. It's a good time to take an intermission for the rest of the crew to get ready for the final act. Sam suddenly appears with Ms. Chandler and the other young girl who went missing. It's time to finally get out of this shitty town and back to the Bunker, so Sam and Dean are saying their goodbyes.
"You did good out there, kid," Dean says to Marie.
"You're not so bad yourself."
"You know what? This has been educational to see the story from your perspective. Keep writing Shakespeare."
"Even if it doesn't match how you see it?"
"I have my version, and you have yours."
The light starts flickering to signal it's almost time to go on again.
"One minute, folks. One minute," Maeve announces.
You and Dean walk away from Marie, but she stops him from going far.
"Dean?" She must believe you're who you say you are. "You should have never thrown this away."
She gives him the prop Samulet he noticed earlier. Dean chuckles as he takes it, and he admires it.
"It never really worked. I don't need a symbol to remind me how I feel about my brother."
"Just take it. Jerk."
"Bitch," Dean automatically says.
He quickly realizes it's not Sam he's talking to and blushes in embarrassment. Marie laughs at him before turning to you.
"Y/N, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but the Y/N I read about has a love so strong for Dean that nothing can break it. I just thought you'd want a reminder of it."
You take two steps closer to her before Dean has a chance to do something.
"The last thing I'd want to remember is my lame-ass excuse of a husband."
You turn and walk away, not missing the way Dean's eyes fill with sadness and hurt. What you're saying to him and about him is really hurting him, and that fact brings a smirk to your face. Dean pushes back the tears and walks to Sam.
"You know what, Dean? You were right. Staying cooped up isn't helping us. We need--"
It's as if the universe aligned perfectly because the next scene starts with Fake!Sam and Fake!Dean in the car. They're having a conversation that perfectly fits with what Sam was about to say.
"We need to get back on the road, Dean. Doing what we do best."
"What is that?" Marie asks.
"You're right, Sammy. Out on the road. Just the two of us."
"The two of us against the world," Fake!Sam says.
"What she said," Sam smiles and nudges his brother.
The scene moves onto a different one where all the characters get on stage to sing a cover of Carry On Wayward Son. Characters you know in real life. A girl steps on stage that you're not sure you recognize, but when you do, a smirk grows on your face.
"Who's that?" Sam asks Maeve.
"That's Adam. John Winchester's other kid. He's still trapped in the cage in Hell with Lucifer."
Poor son of a bitch.
"Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more / Once I rose above the noise and confusion / Just to get a glimpse behind this illusion / I was soaring ever higher."
The song continues as Sam and Dean watch with raw emotion in their eyes.
"Masquerading as a man with the reason / My charade is the event of the season / And if I claim to be a wise man / It surely means I don't know / Carry on my wayward son / There'll be peace when you are done / Lay your weary head to rest / Don't you cry no more / Carry on."
You grab both of their shoulders and fit your head between theirs so they both can hear you above the singing.
"I am so glad I don't have a soul because that was painful to watch."
When you leave, Dean turns to Sam with tears in his eyes.
"Purifying her soul better work because I need my wife back."
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lewis hamilton, p2, is interviewed during the post-sprint press conference, china - april 20, 2024 (transcript under the cut)
Interviewer: "Lewis, coming to you now. Very well done to you. How encouraging was this performance, and how sweet was it to be leading, as well?" Lewis: "Yeah, I forgot what it felt like to be up ahead, and it felt good for the short while that I had it, but I was grateful for the moment and… Yeah, really fortunate, obviously, wiht the rain yesterday, to have been able to capitalize on that. I think our out-and-out true pace was not strong enough to qualify up as high as that, but I made the most of it. Great start, and then just managed to hold off Fernando for a while and bridged a bit of a gap, but lots of deg today. But honestly I found out a lot about the car today, so not that it's telling us how to fix it, but at least give us lots of direction and things we need to improve. Fortunately we can make a few changes in the next couple of hours, so I will try and improve the car for qualifying today. But yeah, so happy to be up here, honestly. Just feel really grateful." Interviewer: "If there's one area where you think you /can/ improve the car ahead of qualifying, where is it? Is it low-speed?" Lewis: "Yeah, the low-speed is where we are struggling the most; medium and low. So Fernando was all over me through most of the low-speed corners, and I think I could about hold my own through the high. But yeah, losing a lot in the medium and low, and then obviously these guys are [laughs] in a different league, but he was also killing me in the low speed. So if there's a way to improve it, we'll try to. I think that's probably characteristics of the car that we need to actually work on through the rest of the year." Interviewer: "Lewis, can you just talk us through your battle with Lando Norris at turn one, as well? It looked like you hung him out to dry a little bit?" Lewis: "No. I mean, I obviously got a great start. I was obviously on the inside line. He tried to hold the outside line and we were both just pushing to the maximum to… I used, obviously, everything to try and hold position, and eventually I think he just ended up on the dirty bits on the outside and then lost it. There's a point where you go a bit too far, then there's no grip out there, and I think that's what he eventually found. In that scenario he should've just conceded and just parked up behind me. Probably would have had the pace to overtake me, 'cause the McLaren is very quick, but I know he lost a lot of ground there, but that's racing." Interviewer: "Alright. Very well done to you." [time jump]
Journalist: "Jon Noble, Motorsport.com. To Lewis, how much is this kind of result so far this weekend a sign of the genuine progress you've made since Japan, and how much down a little bit to circumstance that you had grid position that you perhaps wouldn't have in a dry session, and the benefits of clear air as against battling in a pack and looking after tires?" Lewis: "I think it's over ninety percent due to the scenario of the rain yesterday, if I'm really honest. We've not made really a step from the last race. The car is exactly the same, and we're battling the same issues that we had in the last race, and I think position-wise we are probably, pace-wise, in the similar position. I think today is gonna be interesting, to see if we can wing it a little bit and try and get as close to the top five, but we're currently not top five qualifiers, and so just getting into Q3 will be important today. Fortunately I've got extra tires, so if I can utilize that today I'll try and maximize it." [time jump]
Journalist: "Joe Cash from Reuters. Yesterday Pirelli said that when they'd been analyzing the track, the new surface made as though it might be difficult to find other lines. Lewis, in particular, do you feel that that was a factor in your overtake around Lando into turn one, that it's difficult to find grip outside the racing line?" Lewis: "No. This track has always been one of those circuits that's quite wide on a lot of the corners and provides lots of different lines. There are other circuits where you can't do other lines, but I think this is why it's such a great racetrack, and honestly I don't think the track surface has really made much of a difference at all, in that respect. I mean, you could see Fernando behind me on a much different line to me and he was catching in certain places and losing in others, so yeah, that's the bit I love about this track." [time jump]
Journalist: "Question for all three: We've got the sprint part of the weekend out of the way now. Have you been able to enjoy more with the revised format?" Lewis: "I've always generally enjoyed the sprint format. I think there's a lot of time wasted on these weekends and we could either, one, shorten the weekends, or pack the days more so that the fans have more of an xperience. There's at least ten hours wasted during the day where we could be entertaining the fans on track, and of course sustainability has to come into that, but… And otherwise I think also with the ability to be able to make a change right now and potentially try and close the gap to the Red Bulls, or at least to whoever's up ahead of us tomorrow, I think is great for the race weekend, as where before if you were just stuck in it right now, you would already absolutely know the end race result, but today we've got something new and exciting."
Journalist: "Hi. Henry Clark with the Daily Mail. A question for Lewis: Obviously a big smile on your face out there after a strong performance. Even for a driver of your pedigree and experience, how significant was that performance, of the confidence boost for you to help lift your spirits? Obviously it's been a difficult start to the season, and even beyond that, I guess." Lewis: "I mean, any time you have a good result is always a confidence boost. That's the way of life, and you have a good day and it lifts your spirits, for sure. I think, as I said, the circumstances are special with the rain yesterday, but obviously had to do the job yesterday and put that lap in. And then today, to be on the front row, don't remember having that view for a long time, or it feels like a really long time. I don't know if we've had it in the last couple years, but… And to be able to fight into turn one for the lead just reminded me of why I love what I do and what we do, and I know we've got to work incredibly hard to get back to a more consistent placing like this. But you saw Max, I didn't even put up a fight for Max because he was coming at us, serious pace advantage that I knew he would get me and I really wanted to make sure I didn't lose time to tthe guys further behind so I could retain second. So yeah. Grateful for it."
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i remember you making a post of best dressed man and you had included GD in it saying how could the thread be completed without him something like that and i was like gd? Because i haven't really seen the guy from back in the yrs, wtv i have seen is wtv clips ppl post on twitter and IF i come across it (kind of rare cause my circle mostly revolves around jm). I'm not particularly interested in k-pop or idols so i don't really try to deep dive there, very satisfied with having obsession with jimin only so what i was saying is that some time ago i saw someone making a thread on twitter about GD's photoshoots and t had great engagement with over 100k+ likes and damnn the thread reminded me why you included him in your that post of best dressed man.
Okay personally i won't say if he's good dressed or not because I'm again not much into that stuff BUT the experiments he did with his photoshoots were crazy like i haven't seen anyone do even 10% of what he did with those photoshoots. There was this one particular shoot of him with a woman and again damnn honestly. He was doing all that those many years ago. I get the hype he'd have around him and i know he's like one of the most popular from his times and most popular from his grp.
If BTS members ever do even ONE of his photoshoots from that thread ig the fandom would be GAGGING and idk they'd make the member some queer icon (They might have made taehyung one because of him posting gay movies and all that). Honestly? Hands down the craziest photoshoots i have seen and all of them actually. The clothes and all were very different experimenting and idk it could be big for me because I'm not much into all these stuff so haven't really checked many but yeah like seeing BTS's shoots and even other groups on my tl like none of them are doing it like the old generation ig.
Also wondering that if GD has done like that with a female why are these Kpopies be gagging and even shipping with even two idols (for this particular situation I'd say "idols of opp gender") ?? Should these things be not Regular and Normal? Or is it because it's rare to have these interactions in last 2-3 generations hence this state? I have seen few clips of old generation male/female idols having fun during shows n all unlike recent ones where ppl are just sitting there in the fear that someone might ship you with xyz idol there if you even smile lol. I'd never forget that one time i went ahead and watched a lizkook video on yt because i kept getting it recommended to me so i thought that if i watch it once I'll stop getting recommended again n again plus i was new in the fandom (tho i kinda knew how 'shipping' in geneal works in those edits, wasn't aware of the crazies of kpop shiping tho), i kid u not the whole video i was waiting for that one interaction because of which the video was made or because of which ppl are shipping. The whoe video ended and i was feeling dumb to even sit there n watch that whole 10 some mins video because i didn't know that u can ship ppl just because. it was edited from the 2018 MAMA the same one from where we have a infamous jkk moment. It's crazy how lizkook being one of the biggest shit yet they don't have a single on cam interaction. They might be besties off cam but there's literally nothing on cam yet it's one of the biggest ship of k-pop lol.
Why i brought the shipping in btw the photoshoot was because i can't grasp if any of the idol Today did that kind of shoot how everyone will react(or anyone has done it and I'm just under a rock?). Especially BTS members, the whole Tiktok, instgram armys plus half of twitter would be on the edge of cliffer the very next moment.
Sorry for talking about two different topics in one ask and make it long but i kida those were interconnected for this conversation tho my og intention was to talk about GD's photoshoot but another thought popped up in my mind.
I have a great article for you which will shed some light on G-Dragon and its impact. I referenced it in my analysis of Jimin's portfolio, but it's worth reading it in entirety.
It tackles the concept of masculinity and its various shapes in different GD works, including his photoshoots and what was achieved through that. If I remember correctly, the thesis was that as much as GD was pushing boundaries, he always kept things in balance through specific acts that ultimately helped him stay in a safe zone as well. Basically his act worked for everyone.
It's called "The deployment of gender for masculine balance: analyzing multi-platform K-Pop performances", by Minjeong Kim and April Lopez. You should be able to find it easily.
This is the abstract
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🌻💚Today is a very special day for me in particular...it's officially been 10 years since I first created the very first OC to stick around the longest, Velva! 💚🌻
Of course I can't say she's the first character I've ever made, even if I can't remember the ones before her, I know Velva wasn't my very first creation. But even after all this time, she holds a lot of special meaning to me. It's not just a character birthday, or an anniversary, but this is an achievement. Not only does this achievement that mark a very early point in my art hobby that I still do to this day, but it marks just how far I've come since I was 11 (crazy right?! this makes me feel old). It's when I really started to take art seriously and dedicate big portions of my life to it.
In a way Velva was a character that was meant to be the kinds of friends I didn't have in my life at the time irl, someone goofy, caring, supportive. I got super lonely in middle school until about the 7th-8th grade. When big things happen in my life, I know making characters or a story is gonna cheer me right up. And that really all started with my sona, and Velva. She's always gonna be the BFF to my sona cause in a way Velva has been through so much with me. I never plan on replacing her for the world :3
Her alongside some of my other OCs (like Derpy, Ice, Cellcia, and Sprite) I made all those years ago really sparked those creative juices in me and have most likely led you to see me today, which...hi! I'm glad you're reading this. Some or most of you might not really know my older OCs like Velva. But I appreciate you tuning in and liking my art, despite me getting busier and busier in this sad reality that is being an adult.
I know I'm getting real sappy over a fictional character and my art but it's MY fictional character and art dammit!
Thank you for listening to my ted talk, and for the support. I hope to make many more art pieces forevermore in the future and I'll probably be just as shocked when Velva turns 20, so cheers for her! Happy 10th anniversary/birthday, Velva!
(Gaze upon my lovely old art and have a good night folks <3)
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