#Jason Rodgers

[anarchistin]

Reform strikes me as merely begging.

I’m most concerned with the structure of everyday life, the repression faced on a day to day basis. The confrontation with control that occurs in everyday navigation of the worlds of work and consumption. It really doesn’t matter who is president, or even the police. It matters that there are presidents and police.

It doesn’t matter who they are as individuals, what matters is the social roles and that they exist at all. Sure there are individuals who prop up these controls, commanders who initiate the cybernetic systems. But their replacement solves nothing. Nothing changes without obliterating the category.

Totalitarianism has been democratized, dictatorship of the populace. Everyday I feel confronted by this system. But this system is composed of people, people who fill these roles. At times I feel waves of nausea when dealing with masses of people. In small dosages people are fine enough. But when in a herd they are overwhelming.

Everyday we go about our routine, live our daily lives. All the while our selves and spirits are crushed by work, consumption, and the force of law. More and more of our lives are under surveillance and harnessed by technology. We are given nearly meaningless social roles to inhabit, as our ability to create our own meaning is crushed. The soil is eroded. The oceans rendered lifeless.

Civilization is a continuous onslaught. At times I want to escape, go become a hermit. But this is no escape, every place is finally overwhelmed in a protracted war of attrition being waged by civilization, against each individual. Even as I want escape, I know it is impossible. Conflict is the only possibility.

— Jason Rodgers

[cryptocollectibles]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Authorized Training Manual #3 Donatello (1986) by Solson

Written by Peter Brody, drawn by Jason Rodgers, cover by Jason Rodgers and Rich Buckler.

[this-represents]

Jason Rodgers photographed Eboni K. Williams for Scary Mommy.

[queenariesofnarnia]

a mouthful 🤭

various male characters x f!reader (let that imagination go crazy babes🤩)

warnings: just a bit of a non descriptive blowjob, 18+ mdni !

wc:200

one hand was in your hair that you spent time perfecting. his almost animalistic groans filled the small room that he dragged you in. his hips move at a steadily increasing as he thrusts into your mouth. 

“look at me baby” he commands gently, his free hand under your chin. you meet his eyes seeing his pupils blown in pleasure. you can feel spit running down your chin and tears form as his cock hits the back of your throat. “you look so pretty like this” he coos at you. you thank him with your mouth still full but he knows. his thrusts begin getting sloppier when you begin massaging his balls. 

“i’m so close baby are you going to swallow it like a good girl?” you nod enthusiastically answering his question. he chuckles between grunts as he hits the back of your throat one last time his warm release coats your tongue and throat. he wipes the tip on you lips leaving some cum behind. “open up let me see. go ahead and swallow” as he watches you do so he smiles at you lovingly, pulling you up for a kiss. “now lay down my love it’s your turn”

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 26: It’s a Halloween party right? - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of basically bullying, cursing, killing, a little graphic but nothing crazy.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Tiny blurbs of what I think the muses would act when you’re at a Halloween party with them and someone makes fun of your costume!

Notes: Why did anyone stop wearing costumes I hate this new era were in. Grow up. Wear a costume.

Jason Voorhees: Immediately killing. No doubts about that, I take Jason to be a somewhat naive character but he absolutely knows what it’s like to have someone laugh at you. Whether it’s a crude joke or a twisted sense of humor, he can put two and two together, so the party definitely goes from zero to a hundred. I don’t think he would give the other a second to correct themselves or analyze the situation, instead it’s immediate kill, ask questions later. If you ran away crying, it’s overkill and Jason would never give parties a second chance, sorry.

Michael Myers: I think if he understood it, it may take him a while, they have to be obnoxious about it. If they’re laughing and throwing stuff at you, immediately Michael springs into action. There’s so many people who dress like him anyway, there are doubts that he’s even the real thing but some the smarter of the bunch know better than to join in and make a run for it before they get caught in the crosshairs. When everyone is pinned to the walls with kitchen knives and whatever he can find, then the place gets set ablaze, it’s not like he wanted to be there in the first place.

Tiffany Valentine: Picks up on it before you do and when she does she’s coming up with the most embarrassing way to be found dead. She’s trying to be a better person, she really is but why are they laughing at you? Maybe she can give everyone else who gets their hands on the crime scene photos something to laugh about. I don’t think she would give them a second to apologize or make up for it, she’s already had their death made up in her mind. They really fucked with the wrong person.

Billy Loomis: Laughs louder but with empty eyes, these group of kids just signed their death sentence. If you’re sobbing, the more tears you shed, the more blood they will. If you’re only uncomfortable, they’re still dying, maybe not as gory but he’s still taking his time. He gets away with it too, with the help of Stu. “Come on, Stu’s parties are way better than this” he’d kiss your forehead, not caring if there’s glitter sprinkled all over him.

Stu Macher: Kind of grinning, looking at both you and whoever the hell is trying to insult your costume. “Well I think it’s really cool.” He’d say, acting nothing but stupid with a big grin. I think he would have less restraint than Billy though, he’d start getting the strays one by one, coming around acting completely clueless as to what was happening. He’s a little smug with how well he covers up what’s real blood and what’s part of the decorations. Be careful pissing off Stu, you would’ve thought people would know that by now.

Leatherface: Poor baby he would be so confused at first, the groups of people would have to literally be laughing and you’d have to have a visceral reaction to their mean words. As soon as he puts two and two together, its head empty only wants to see their guts across the room. He’s especially violent because he knows what it’s like to be made fun of by his family and by the victims. It’s not a good feeling and he would do anything to make it go away when it came to you.

Patrick Bateman: There would be light chuckles, all the way up until he notices that they’re talking about you. A pressed smile would make itself present across his face, sniffing his drink before setting it down. Swiping his tongue across his perfect front teeth, mouth closed and sticking a fist in his pocket. You insisted to dress up for the silly Halloween party, he was hesitant about allowing you, but you did look stunning in designer clothes as a tacky costume. Patrick would absolutely pull a Stu and lead the others away from the pack, one by one around the building before unleashing the most amount of rage. Spitting and yelling, blood of his victims splattered across his delightful face. “Not the fucking face you fucking fuck.” He’d groan out wiping as much as he could off with his sleeve and trying to slick back his hair as much as possible before moving to the next person.

Harley Quinn: “Whatddaya mean by that?” There would be no hesitation for Harley to have the group try to correct themselves, depending on their reactions would directly affect if and how’d they die. If they would show no remorse, Harleys face would turn into a wide smile, staring blankly at them before shrugging her shoulders then shooting them point blank in the face, one by one. If there was some kind of remorse, Harley would be judge, jury and executioner about it. “Sorry about the blood on yer costume cupcake, maybe Ivy has somethin’ for that! If not her, then maybe kitty Kat.” Nobody makes fun of her baby, if they did, then she’d make sure they wouldn’t laugh about anything ever again.

Poison Ivy: With a raised eyebrow, Pamela would know exactly whether or not how they meant it and if she didn’t, they’re wrong, it’s exactly how Pamela viewed it. You were so excited to wear a costume, Ivy even helped you get it together, you were absolutely over the moon and now, some people who thought they were too good to dress up for Halloween were laughing in front of you both. Similar to Harley, she is judge, jury and executioner. While her methods would be a little more sophisticated, they still inflict the most amount of pain. She always carried something for moments like this, where one’s blood would turn against them, making them feel like there’s venom slowly invading their veins. Maybe a prick, maybe some powder, maybe a kiss, who really would see it coming. Either way, nobody laughs at her baby.

Billy Hargrove: Would stop what he’s doing immediately to look at whoever or whatever group was laughing at you, there would be a moment of silence offered to them to get themselves together. Not many chose to laugh or keep up the act and those who did would get a real beating full of pent up rage. So what if you wanted to wear a costume, so what if you were the only one. That was the point of it no? A halloween party? These people were going to be damn near unconscious by the time he’s done with them.

Steve Harrington: All fun and games until you’re crying. “You guys take it too far!” If you ran out of the room, Steve is chasing after you immediately to console you. You’re drunk, he’s drunk, you’re both a mess but you’re crying and as a great boyfriend, he’s trying to console you. “This party’s lame anyway, let’s get out of here” he’d kiss your forehead, if you’re still pouting he’s more than happy to sit down with you. “I think you’re the prettiest fairy in the whole world. And other worlds too.” He’d wipe the tears off your face, getting a warm towel to help. “Come on. You’re so beautiful, you look amazing, everyone’s costume is a jackass I guess. But I thought we were supposed to be something different for Halloween” he’d roll his eyes, still drunkenly trying to clean you up. He’s such a catch.

Steve Rogers: Concerned eyebrows active. “Hey what did you just say” suddenly no one wants to repeat themselves and if you know anything about captain America is that he absolutely hates bullies. “It’s a Halloween party no?” Suddenly he’s heated, facing the group completely while you make yourself small behind him. Everyone’s on edge enough to try to break it up. He wasn’t surprised they’d be backtracking, but he still doesn’t accept that behavior. “Apologize” “Steve- no it’s okay.” “No. It’s not okay. Apologize” even if they did, god forbid he caught them alone while you weren’t there. “He must’ve felt left out and added some fake blood to his face to fit in.”

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s going to stand up for you, especially when he can tell if it really got to you. All he thinks about was about how excited you were pulling your costume together and now you were crying or about to start crying and hugging yourself wanting more than anything to go home. Bucky has a way shorter temper than Steve though and he doesn’t care if it’s in front of anyone, they’re going to apologize to you without him having to ask. After sorting that out, he’s babying you after all of this.

Loki Laufeyson: Immediately killing them, even if he’s trying to reform his ways, he still can’t stand the thought of someone else’s words humiliating you. If he doesn’t have the patience to outwit them, he’s absolutely going to kill them. You’re his baby and he will always stand up for you, he’s just a little rusty around his methods. “If you ask me, you’re the most beautiful most elegant vampiress in the universes and I’ve been to many” Loki has such a way to always make you feel like the most beautiful and important creature, if it wasn’t his words, you had a hard time believing anyone else. He worships you more than anyone on this list so it’s hard to let anyone make you feel inferior.

Cloud Strife: He doesn’t get it for a moment, not until you’re upset. When he realizes you’re upset, he follows you out. He’s not the best at comforting but when he sees you upset, he’s all over you. “You look beautiful.” He admires you, after all it’s only Clouds picky opinion that you care about. He rather spend the holiday with you instead, he’s not really much of a party guy. Cloud would absolutely wipe your tears, sit in the grass with you, walk around the town all while complimenting your costume every chance he got.

Sebastian Michaelis: Maybe not immediately killing them, but absolutely torturing them, all with a smile. If there are appearances to be made, he waits until he can find them alone. He understood every crude remark, every joke, even when they thought they could get away with it with sly comments. “You appear to be the most stunning character here Lady Y/N.” That’s enough to make you blush, after all he only has eyes for you. He encouraged you to dress up, he wasn’t lying when he said you looked gorgeous. For anyone to have the nerve to make fun of you, it would be a death wish.

Spencer Reid: He would absolutely outwit them, nobody can really keep up with his charm. He didn’t really acknowledge the joke at first, until it hit him. Both of you would be dressed up and he’s more than ready to stand up for you especially. Spencer vents to you all the time about people who think they’re too good to dress up in a costume for a Halloween party. He doesn’t need to get physical with them, but let’s say if they really crossed a line then he’ll pull some strings at the BAU.

Bruce Wayne: So what if you were the only one wearing a costume, similar to Spencer, he can absolutely outwit them. Everyone wants to please Bruce and it only takes him staring at the ones who are laughing with a straight face. The elites around him would want his validation so bad that they would also stop laughing immediately. “I don’t get it. Who are you again? New money?” Hit them where it hurts. “The dress is Hermes, fortunately they had it expedited last minute. We had a few options to sort through. Looks like a dream nevertheless.” But it was never the dress that made you look godly, it was Bruce’s love.

Jason Todd: Immediately getting violent “what the fuck did you just say” and you better hope he misheard them. It’s scary to see Jason get this worked up, but it was for you. Before you know it he’s got another guy hung up against the wall or dragged across the table by the collar of their shirt. He would comfort you afterwards, treating you to whatever you want. “You know you’re the prettiest baby at the party.” If anything they’re better off making fun of you instead of making crude comments about wanting to see what you look like under the costume, I think Jason would have to be locked up in Arkham after that if that were to happen. He’s still pulling strings with the batfam to teach them a lesson.

[florabellalove]

LET ME SPEAK MY TRUTH 🦢🫶🏼

sometimes I just want to read a reverse comfort fic about some big burly character absolutely breaking down, call it a saviour kink or whatever but there seems to be an absence in this world

[firelise]

Film & TV I Think About A Lot » Cinderella (1997) dir. Robert Iscove; prod. Whitney Houston

"A shoe made out of glass? Who dances in GLASS shoes??"

[folkwhoreberry]

who wants to punish me for being stupid for deleting all my drafts and ideas by giving me extra work for the weekend in the shape of requests?✊✊

[dr-handballslector]

My taste in fictional men I always fully believe I can top them I’m not sure if it’s because I like pathetic men or I am just wildly confident

[lisacameron99]

OC Names

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid's love interest - Alyssa Jackson (oc, no relation to anybody on the show)

Aaron Hotchner's love interest - Olivia Rossi (Dave's daughter)

Luke Alvez's love interest - Sarah Reid (Spencer's twin sister)

Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton's love interest - Audrey Lilyington (cousins to Kate's family)

Anthony Bridgerton's love interest - Polly Fetherington (Penelope's older sister)

Benedict Bridgerton's love interest - Caroline Abernathy (Lucy's older sister)

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Andrew DeLuca's love interest - Lindsey Webber (Richard's daughter)

Mark Sloan's love interest - Grace Shepherd (Derek and Amelia's sister)

Alex Karev's love interest - Haley O'Malley (George's sister)

Jack Gibson's love interest - Ashley Sloan (Mark's Sister)

MCU

Peter Parker - Taylor Rogers (Steve's sister)

Bucky Barnes' love interest - Lauren Stark (Tony's sister)

Steve Rogers' love interest - Rebecca Barnes (Bucky's sister)

Thor - Alex Maximoff (Pietro and Wanda's sister)

One Tree Hill

Lucas Scott's love interest - Madison James (Hailey's sister)

Nathan Scott's love interest - Anna Sawyer (Payton's sister)

Q's love interest - Natalie Scott (Nathan's full sister, Lucas' half sister)

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank's love interest - Lily Routledge (John B's sister)

John B. Routledge's love interest - Melissa Jane Maybank (MJ) (JJ's sister)

Rafe Cameron's love interest - Cassie Roberts (progue!reader)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester's love interest - Samantha Singer (Bobby's daughter)

Sam Winchester's love interest - Stephanie Bradbury (Charlie's sistere)

John Winchester's love interest - Meghan Harvell (Wililam Harvell's sister, Jo's aunt)

Shameless

Lip Gallagher's love interest - Alison Milkovich (Mickey and Mandy's sister)

Pretty Little Liars

Jason DiLaurentis' love interest - Andy Rivers (Caleb's sister)

Mike Montgomery's love interest - Emma Hastings (Spencer's sister)

Noel Kahn's love interest - Kate DiLaurentis (Alison and Jason's sister)

Caleb Rivers' love interest - Brooke Montgomery (Aria and Mike's sister)

[erenasia]

Project G1 : Chapter 1, Repairs.

This is an ongoing Series: Prologue Overview: Christian isn't very happy about your...accident. After discovering some unsettling news, you're alone for the night and after an accidental glance into the morgue, you begin to question things... ⊹₊⟡⋆ Tw: Toxic father Figure/ Mentalities. Mentions of corpses. Words: 2613

A/N: I have a backlog of six chapters (I am editing them as they go up!), so make sure to stick around if you liked this <3 I actually combined chapter 1/2 because nothing really happened in the first chapter originally. (I also do reqs btw!)

You cradle your detached arm, rushing down the concrete stairs, mind racing.

‘Christian is going to fucking kill me.’ 

Clearing the steps and walking into the dingy laboratory, your body makes an involuntary pause. Somehow, you always seem to forget how horrific this place seems after time is spent elsewhere. In the local town, there are lush trees, benches to sit on, buildings with interiors so pristine you always find yourself wondering whether they have access to some sort of…cleaning magic. You came to the conclusion long ago that it must be something that was summoned… like pixie maids, for the pristine aura of the town is something far too foreign for you to understand. 

On the other hand, the lab stands as a glaring contradiction. So much so, it usually takes a moment to readjust ; often wondering how those pixie maids -  the ones that reside in the polished buildings -  would react if they were to be summoned here, instead.

The comfortable metal operating tables that you spend most of the time lazing around on, would probably seem like tetanus traps ; the grey tiled floor covering every inch of the lab would seem like a biohazard health violation, and the rat traps in each corner of the room, a recipe for death. What’s more, each book, vial and research document crammed into the shelves that litter the walls - the ones you regularly fiddle with and read cover-to-cover when Christian is away on one of his many trips - would look like the mad ramblings of a serial killer who stashed his diary entries with his murder weapons. You always come to the same conclusion with the pixies : 

‘They’d run for the hills.’ 

You shrug off the grimy feeling, taking a further step into the lab ; eyeing the ‘serial killer’ himself. Currently seated at the dishevelled wooden research table, the man scrawls his notes for the day on a jotter, surrounded by empty cups of coffee, painkillers and open books. He grumbles at your arrival, paper rustling as the jotter is hastily shoved into a compartment on the desk. This doesn’t bother you ; the man is always secretive about his projects. With a hum, Christian turns in your direction - his once focused demeanour vanishing the moment he sees what you are holding. 

A limp, detached, bionic arm. 

'Fuck.' 

It has been less than a month since the previous replacement, and considering he was ‘less than pleased’ previously, this time around you know you’re swimming in deep waters. 

“Is it your hobby to destroy my precious technology that I’ve worked so hard on? A pass-time, possibly?”  The dark haired man shoots an accusatory glare over to you, his wrinkles creasing in between his thick brow as it furrows. A curt sigh from him, followed by a groan, signifies you really are in for a rough time. Head hanging low, a sheepish mumble escapes your lips in response. 

“Look, I…didn’t mean to. It was an accident.” 

The man rolls his eyes, before standing from his desk, the white lab coat pocket which was once resting on his leg, packed full of notes and pencils dropping suddenly with the movement. Peppermint floods your senses as he approaches, and with various grumbles under his breath, the bionic arm is carefully taken away from your grasp. 

“It always is.” 

Your lips purse in aggravation as he retreats further into the room, tongue bitten in restraint. 

‘But he said it was waterproof?’

Your mind debates over his exact phrasing, convinced that the man is lying to you.

”Look, when I dipped it in the river, it shut down. I didn’t know it wasn’t waterproof. You told me it was.” 

He spins around to face you, the arm in all of its saddened glory now lying limp upon the operating table. His eyebrow raises in disbelief, matching an exasperated groan.

”Should I have replaced your brain with robotics, instead of your organs? Maybe then you’d figure out the difference between something water resistant, and something waterproof, G1.”  

‘G1’. 

Acid boils in your throat, while the remaining fingers flex anxiously. 

‘That’s not my name, Jackass.’

Your mind hurls silent insults at him, watching as he grumbles about the lab. You hate when he uses your project name. In a sense ; you understand he is your creator, and that G1 is your ‘official’ name, but that doesn’t make hearing it any less bitter. It is almost dehumanising, even to a cyborg ; hence the name change. Recently, you discovered that parents refer to their children by their full names if they are really in trouble - and you now believe that’s what Christian has taken to doing - even if he isn’t biologically your father. On the subject of who is your dad ;  neither of you are aware - but it’s a question that has caused countless nights to be restless. 

You swallow, watching the man sigh, then reach for his tools. If this isn’t a quick fix, you just know you’re going to be deep cleaning the lab until sundown. 

”I didn’t know there was a difference. I have amnesia, damnit, there’s some things I won’t know that others-“

A white gloved hand raises abruptly, cutting your sharpened words short, while a disgruntled groan follows shortly after. 

“Cut the attitude, and go retrieve the rice, (Y/N).” 

You pause, mouth slightly agape. It takes a moment, before you finally give in - choosing not to cause a bigger scene.  

“Rice, yeah? You mean the 3KG bag of rice I brought into the kitchen yesterday? The one for the emergency food supply?” 

Evidently becoming increasingly irritated with each rapid question, the gloved hand shoo’s you away frantically. 

“Yes, yes - that one. Be useful, and go get it. Considering its water damage, I’m assuming, thanks to your previous statement -  I’m hoping it’s salvageable with household methods.” 

Retreating to the nearby kitchen -  a small dingy room to the left of the entrance, you eye the rice sack sitting slumped by the kitchen cabinets. Hoisting it over your shoulder with a grunt, you turn around, glancing at the piles of letters scattering the wall-side kitchen table.

‘He should really clear those letters out, they’ve been piling up for months now.’

With a brief headshake, you make your way back to the operating table. 

In your brief absence, the bionic arm has been placed into a large plastic container, and is now waiting for your return beside an irritated short man tapping his foot. The sack hits the metal table with a thump, and with another passive aggressive remark Christian grasps it, tearing open the seal, emptying the contents into the container. His eyes meet yours. 

“Please tell me, why you were messing around in the river?” 

 He dumps the now empty sack on the ground, his eyes still not leaving your own as they roll ; already pre-empting a stupid reason. 

“…I saw a rock that looked like Ezra’s hair”.

The scientist shot you a deadpan look.

You responded with a sheepish smile. 

He wasn’t wrong about it being stupid.

⟡ ݁₊ .

(Y/N), 10:37 AM : ‘Christian had me clean the rat traps again this morning. If I see one more rat today I will actually scream.’ 

Ezra, 10:39 AM :  ‘srsly? TF did u do this time?’

(Y/N), 11:02 AM : ‘Arm broke. Not my fault. Rock in river looks cool. The end.’ 

Ezra, 11:15 AM : ‘Moron.’

(Y/N), 11:16 AM : ‘Give me a break. The rock had the same colour scheme as your hair so I wanted to give it to you. Black with red bits in.’ 

Ezra, 11:32 AM : ‘I take it back. I’d fcking kill 4 a rock like that. U get it? And did Chrizzy manage to fix it or are u fucked for a while?’

(Y/N), 11:33 AM : ‘He’d have a mental breakdown if he heard you call him that LOL. But nope, couldn’t reach it before arm died and disconnected. ‘Chrizzy’ managed to fix it somewhat with rice (don’t ask) but he’s gonna work on it properly later to restore some shit. It attaches fine for now though. 

Ezra, 11:34 AM : ‘Rice FTW. RIP sick-ass rock. Use ur other arm next time, champ.’ 

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The phone clatters against the operating table you’re sat upon as you carelessly throw it to the side, focusing instead on the TV above. The sound rouses the focused scientist beside you.  

“Ezra causing you grief again, I assume?” 

His statement garners a slight chuckle as you flick through each channel, waiting for one to ‘feel right’. The sun glares at the wall the TV’s attached to, unfortunately limiting your view. 

“Yeah. He’s lucky I like him. I wouldn’t let anyone else bully me as much as he does. The guy is kind of a…” 

Christian cuts you off. 

“An Idiot? Someone to not be trusted? A man who is pointlessly reckless?”

A deadpan glare is thrown in the scientist’s direction, as the sun hides behind a cloud.

”…a dork. He’s kind of a dork.”

The room quietens once more, the only noise coming from the rapidly changing TV channels on low volume. 

“I don’t trust him, (Y/N). You should never have become friends with him, and let him see you. It’s all well and good wearing a cloth mask, jacket, and the likes in public, but with him around? All it takes is one slip up. All of our precautions will be meaningless” 

Peace once more interrupted, you purse your lips. Your so-called ‘creator’ is not a fan of your only best friend, and he never misses a chance to show it. Static sounds out as you flick to the one dead channel on the TV. 

“I already told you, he won’t. He’s careful. Besides, what’s the alternative? Live here, read books, and be alone my entire life? I don’t want that.”

The remote switches to channel thirty-two. You usually like this one as it shows reality shows most of the time - but there’s just ads right now. You decide to skip. 

“I have already told you, (Y/N). I just need to figure out a way to get you introduced into society again so they will be comfortable with you. I have been working on this for -“

Your blood stills.

”Christian shut up.”

”Excuse me?”

”I said shut up. Look.” 

The TV volume is raised and you place the remote beside you, gesturing to the TV with your robotic arm. Forgetting about your attitude entirely, the scientist’s eyes grow wide as he takes in the information. The bold lettering of the headline runs across the screen, whilst a young reporter takes centre stage. 

‘Markson will be released later today, his parole being granted after 15 years. Previously charged with murdering two adults in their home, Markson states he wishes…’ 

The television shuts off, turned off at the plug. Christian stands below it, his body slumped against the wall, his breathing rapid, his brown eyes almost black. 

“That’s the guy who…”

You mumble, swallowing thickly.

”The guy who murdered my parents. Yes, it is.”

He finishes, before rushing over to his desk and yanking open a wooden drawer. Finding what he was looking for, the man takes out a single cigarette and puts it to his lips, lighting it and taking a long, shaky drag before turning around to look at you. Christian had quit smoking long ago, but you can’t blame him for needing one after hearing that ; anyone would. Saying something, words of comfort, condolences, anything empathetic, wouldn’t be unusual for others in this situation - but this was the two of you - in situations like this neither of you are competent. 

“I…” 

He cuts you off, a gloved hand raising for the second time in the last two days before it falls, swinging softly by his side. 

“I’m heading out. There are leftovers in the fridge. I will not be back tonight.”

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Christian left a few hours ago and with nothing else to do, charging became the only option. Whilst you enjoy the naps and rest your human body allows, charging is more effective ; Sure, after a few days in a row your brain slows to a grinding halt and shadow people make an appearance, but so what? Charging is exciting, and the first step out of the chamber is pure euphoria - it’s a feeling you just can’t replicate any other way, unfortunately. Stepping out onto the metal landing, your hands grasp for the towel on the railing alongside, grumbling as it drops to the floor. 

"Great. Dirty legs. Love it."

You shake your head as you pick it up once more, drying off your calves from the green plasma that swells in the bottom of the chamber, before turning and closing the glass entrance. Shaped like a large glass cylinder, the re-charge chambers sit on a slightly elevated platform overlooking the rest of the lab - with yours thankfully tucked away in the furthest corner away from Christian. You don’t like the idea of him being able to watch you ‘sleep’ and neither does he, so the one chamber that is entirely out of view? Perfect. There are four more chambers on the platform, seemingly for no reason ; when asked, Christian shrugged and said it was some sort of ‘precaution’, and you didn’t feel the need to pry further. It was just another quirk of this place, another quirk of Christians. 

Briskly walking down the steps and grabbing your phone, you open up the messaging app. 

(Y/N) 7:04 PM : Christian is gone for the night, so you can come over. We could watch Catfish?

Knowing Ezra takes his sweet time with responses, you head towards the kitchen to heat up the leftovers, but pause ; the door to the morgue is slightly ajar.

'That's...unusual.'

You walk by the kitchen, heading instead to the morgue entrance. Realistically, it was less of a morgue, more of a…freezer. Unlike those seen on television shows, where each body has a separate rack, this one is just a very cold room, fit with a large metal table that stands in the centre, littered with frozen corpses dressed in white sheets. Evidently, it is important that the door remains closed, or else…well, let’s just say, spoiled people do not smell good. Now at the entrance, you hover in the doorway, pushing the metal door open slightly further. Nothing looks off, or out of place and Jemima, Barry and David all lay in the exact same positions as they did last time you saw them. A slight smile creeps upon your face as you remember the first time Christian brought a corpse home ; you freaked out, called him a murderer, and didn’t speak to him for two days. It wasn’t until he calmed you down, and informed you that he didn’t kill them, and that they were to cure the world of various horrific diseases, that you forgave him. Two years later, you have given the fresh corpses names, with Barry being your favourite. 

Ezra, 7:10 PM : ‘Can’t 2Nite soz. Elissa wants to go out on a date. Taking her somewhere nice 4 a change. Heat up some popcorn in my honour tho.’

The notification brings you back to reality. As you check your phone, slowly coming to the realisation you will sadly be alone for the evening, you pull the metal door closed, and step towards the kitchen once again. Yet, a small seed of uneasiness plants itself in your stomach ; a thought breaks into your mind, one that - for some reason - you’d never thought about before now. Christian didn’t kill them, no. But who did? And How was the supply so…regular? 

You shake away the doubt, knowing that there must be some reasonable explanation.

For now? A night of Catfish and popcorn, alone.

Next Chapter: Chapter 2

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mini rant:

i feel like there aren’t enough inclusive fics. i feel like some people ignore that there are also people of color who adore fictional characters as well. not everyone has pale skin or turn red when they get flustered.

that’s all for my mini rant though! have a great day! remember you’re important and loved.

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Day 11: Halloween Decorating with the muses - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warning: Not many, a few mentions of alcohol

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Halloween decorating with the muses

Notes: I’m fucking trying here. I tried to make it as GN as possible <3

Jason Voorhees: You would have to take charge of everything, Jason has absolutely no idea how to decorate even a pumpkin. He has fun though, especially seeing you so focused on making your vision come to fruition. When you noticed it was mainly you making the decisions, you try to incorporate his choices. “Green or purple?” You’d ask him which lights would look better wrapped around the frame of the front door. Jason would just have to point and even if you didn’t agree, you made it work.

Michael Myers: Similar to Jason, he wouldn’t have to take the initiative to decorate, instead he’d just stare at the option he’d like the best. It seemed like he leaned more towards red and pumpkins. He would be the best at helping you put the lights up. As you decorate with him throughout the years, you learn that he’s keen on the classic style of Halloween, black and orange, jack-o’-lanterns, all the fixings.

Tiffany Valentine: She would absolutely be the one to set up the place before you would, everything is on the way, sometimes you could even bump heads but since she’s in love, just as you are, she would make both of your ideas work. If you’re a fan of pinkween, she’s definitely on the same page, but pink doesn’t always mean cute, still a fan of blood and guts, it almost looks like a “my bloody Valentine” theme took over.

Billy Loomis: He couldn’t be more in love with you while watching you try to figure out what goes where and what looks best. Billy would be so dazed at times he’d only snap out of it when you scolded him about helping you pin the lights around the window. Of course he would help you, he’d be very involved in the decision making process. Don’t be surprised when he tries to scare you from time to time, making the skeleton prop jump at you or linger its skeletal hand to graze your arm when you’re not looking. Billy is a handful, no pun intended, but he’s always a great time when it comes to time-bearing tasks.

Stu Macher: Similar to Billy, he’s all in, though I would argue Stu is a tad bit more involved in the decision making process, decorating for Halloween is something Stu is 100000% here for. He’s in deep, going to different stores with you, far and near, you almost regret asking him for help. Of course it’s still fun, he makes the best of it, making you laugh with the props around the store, getting food in the process. It’s almost a three day project due to the shopping, the snacking and the actual decorating.

Patrick Bateman: He’s not very big on decorating for the holidays, even if you insist. If it’s in his apartment, keep it to a veeery minimal, unfortunately. Otherwise, as much as it makes you happy, it makes him cringe that his home looks like a Spirit Halloween store. I don’t think he could stand it for long, taking the decorations down the same day. Your place, however, he wouldn’t mind helping, depending on how many decorations and changes you’re making, he honestly may just hire someone to do it for you both.

Leatherface: Bubba is more than happy to decorate anything all the time, he’s such a delight when it comes to holidays. He’s more than willing to be the one who carries all the wreaths and does the heavy lifting. You can be propped up on his shoulder trying to get the lights to sit at the perfect angle and he’s over the moon. Not to mention, all the treats he’d get after being your brave “little” helper.

Harley Quinn: Also a great time when it comes to decorating, her acrobatic skills truly come in handy. Depending on her mood it can take forever, because she gets to horse around or if she comes in with a “let’s get this shit done” attitude, you both will be sipping PSL’s on the edge of the roof swinging your legs back and forth admiring the 12 ft tall skeleton at the top of your apartment complex. “Are you sure the manager said we could sit him on the rooftop?” You’d ask raising an eyebrow as she sipped the last of her latte. “Mhmm” the flashbacks of her pointing a gun to his face briefly made its way to her train of thought.

Poison Ivy: With wine and a charcuterie board, Ivy is more than willing to move some things around. Though her space would be still decked out in green, a little orange never hurt anyone. Orange lights and pumpkins decorated her room, whatever made you happy. Sipping wine and sitting pumpkins around the crevices as you listened to old Halloween music would be a constant for the first week of October.

Billy Hargrove: Billy never really cared for Halloween, his parents would decorate every so often but nothing crazier than that. When he noticed you were a little bummed out when he declined your invitation to decorate. Before you knew it, he showed up to your doorstep with orange flowers and a sweet sorry smile. You wouldn’t admit it, but he made you feel so much better. Just like most of the muses, he just followed whatever you asked him to do. Listening to the scorpions as you draped the spiderwebs across the windows, Billy’s drinking and smoking a cigarette taking you by the waist and spinning you around. He’s not much help, but he sure is a good time.

Steve Harrington: He’d be more than willing to offer his help, mainly because he wants to hang out with you. Though he’s not big on scary movies or themes, he’s more than willing to tough it out some for you. Putting up scary decorations leaves him unsettled and honestly a little nervous, but when he sees your brimming face and feels your arms wrap around his neck in gratitude, he suddenly forgets about the reaper with glowing red eyes pointing right at him. After you’re done setting up the lights, he invites you out to a bite and a scary movie, hopefully he can find more excuses to see you throughout the month outside of work.

Steve Rogers: You never get a complaint from Steve when it comes to helping you set anything up. Halloween is no different, in fact it was Steve who brought the topic up. “Is Y/N not decorating for Halloween this year?” He’d ask almost mockingly as you’d lay upside down on the couch next to him. A playful glare meets his boyish smile. “If only you’d be so lucky” This was Steve’s way of inviting himself to help you. Bonus points if you have a radio he can play classic music to, the night would end with him slow dancing with you to “I don’t want to set the world on fire”

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, but he would wait for you to ask him if he could help you decorate. He’s not much of a decorator himself, especially given the fact that he hasn’t stayed in the same place for longer than a few months. It only gives him more of a reason to want to help you. He’d make little suggestions here and there, brainstorming ways to use most of your decor and make room for new additions. 100000% would bring out the tools if he needed to add a new shelf for your Halloween trinkets or nails to make the inflatables stay put. Just give him a few beers and kisses he’s yours for the whole afternoon to help get the tasks done.

Wanda Maximoff: 100000% would not hesitate to help you decorate, in fact decorating is her favorite thing to do. Halloween is one of the holidays she can be most creative in, so getting her to help you is no issue at all. Her and Tiffany would be the ones out of the list to make trips to the stores for new decorations and inspiration. Wanda would sway a little closer to the “horror” themed Halloween rather than a cutesy one. Her mind is ✨immaculate ✨ and if you posted it on social media, her decor and DIYs would pop off. Lots of spooky crafts and activities to last all month long with her.

Loki Laufeyson: This is a hard one, because he can totally be a brat about it, or he could be the most helpful one. He doesn’t understand the need to decorate, maybe a few things here and there but putting up inflatables, going shopping, it all seems unnecessary. Whatever makes you happy, he’s there for you. Add some nice wine and a few baked good and he’s more than happy to spend the day with you. Loki does acknowledge how the smallest things makes you happy and he thinks it’s cute. “Whatever makes you smile, sweetest.”

Cloud Strife: Doesn’t understand the concept of going all out just as Loki. Throughout time together, he begins to understand the little joy that decorating brings, therefore he never fights you on it. He’s the one doing all the heavy lifting, carrying around the pumpkins, propping up the skeletons. With time, he slowly begins to enjoy it, he will never admit it but you telling him that he’s a great help, heals something in him. After you’re all done setting up the lights and little bats on the porch, you can’t go wrong with snapping a few pictures of cloud with the pumpkins to keep in your journal.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s already taken care of everything, sorry but hallows eve is most elegant in the Phantomhive household. Of course he would allow a few little trinkets wherever they fit, but nowhere near where the guests are expected to be unless he can use it to his advantage when Ciel is talking to a guest. It doesn’t take long for him to start explaining the meaning of the decor and where it came from, all with a slight demeaning smile at “all the silly little details the human race came up with”

Spencer Reid: Similar but different to Sebastian. Spencer is all in for all kinds of decor, but the nostalgic look of the late 50’s to 80’s would have to be his favorite eras so far. Your apartment would have all kinds of trinkets from various cities and random small towns he’d visit, but he always made sure to grab something pertaining to the holiday. Messy to others but completely organized in each others head, the only things you have to set out were the Halloween trinkets and maybe a few orange fairy lights. Whenever Spencer had the time to come home, he’d always make sure you both were able to finish up decorating and carving pumpkins. Halloween being both of your favorite holidays, there is always time for decorating.

Jason Todd: Kind of similar to Spencer, but not too much in the sense that Jason lets you do whatever you want. However Y/N wants the apartment decorated, it’s the only way it’ll be. If you want to go for a pinkoween he’s 100000% there for it. Jason wouldn’t hesitate to take you shopping, yes even if there’s no way that is going to fit in your apartment, he’s going to find a way if his baby really wants it. Like Bucky, he’s got the tools ready, just tell him where and you won’t have to lift a finger unless you really want to.