#Jonathan Ficke

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

“What if Byler gets Murrayed?”

“What if Byler gets Jonathan’d?”

“What if Byler gets Erica’d?”

“What if Byler gets Robin’d?”

Nah, new crack fick idea: Byler wakes up in a funhouse where they keep opening doors trying to escape, but each time they open a door, it’s one of their friends or their family members, and they’re thrown into a scenario where they are lightly “Murrayed” by different people: Murray, Lucas, Jonathan, Max, Dr. Owens, etc.

None of it works, however. So Mike and Will are sent back into the funhouse each time, more confused than ever. Finally they open a door, and Holly is the final boss. Dustin is there too, but since his gaydar is nonexistent, he has no idea what’s going on. Holly successfully Murrays (or rather, Hollys) Byler, and Mike and Will finally confront their feelings for each other and kiss. Dustin’s mouth drops in astonishment. In a very, I must’ve missed a couple of chapters sort of way! And Holly just shrugs mischievously.

[kusundei]

i dont get it i dont fucking get it because what tge fuck. WHAT TH FUCK??? IS IT EVEN A FUCKIGN SURPRISE IF I TELL YOU AND oh my god imcufckitnybh he losing my mind im being lashed in class because im being fucking dramatic like god forbid im fucking g sorrryyy. like sorryy sorrySORRYYY??????????? ph my god i iicant i will not lash my friends iii loveee my friends ite just r we fuckign eeirosuclile i cqnt ??? ICNT???

losijg my fucking mind because i did have slmethjng planned but no you want me to do solething with jonathan like i dont fuckign TALK TO HIM? IS IT A SURPRISE IF I TELL YOU NOW? we have never NEVERRR been fucking able to do anyhtjng i always give you aomething every year we never go out ebcause hoe the fick r we honna go out youre going yo ejd up doijg it because i cant fucking drive??? i have no money we cant fo out oht to eat??????? and we r already doing somethjgn like r we fucking seirous and then u LASH ME THIS MORNING AND I WAS ALREADY FUCKING PISSED OFF AJD OHHH MY GOD IM TQEAKING IM LSOING MY FUCKING MIND? i cant no because i do feel cuckign dramatic now because they r telling me i am but god im sosoooFUCKING . i cant ^_^ i cant i cant i cant^_^ the world can only be so fucking kind to me and i clearly used it to its extent just now and yeaterday. ifs fucking ove ri need toKILL MYSELF OR SOMETHINT AICSNT FUCKING DOTHIS

[with-a-martyr-complex]

With A Martyr Complex: Reading List 2022

Adapted from the annual list from @balioc​, a list of books (primarily audiobooks) consumed this year. This list excludes several podcasts, but includes dramatizations and college lecture series from The Great Courses, which I consume like a disgusting fiend.

Introduction to the Qur'an by Martyn Oliver with Tahera Ahmad (for Quranic recitation)

Conquistadors by Michael Wood

ROAR: How to Match Your Food and Fitness to Your Unique Female Physiology for Optimum Performance, Great Health, and a Strong, Lean Body for Life by Stacy Sims and Selene Yeager

The Guns of August by Barbara W. Tuchman

War, Peace, and Power: Diplomatic History of Europe 1500-2000 by Vegas Gabriel Liulevicius

This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Coup de Grâce: A Novel by Marguerite Yourcenar (Translated by Grace Fick)

Sun and Steel by Yukio Mishima (Stanford Press Translation)

Classical Mythology by Elizabeth Vandiver

Metamorphoses by Ovid (Translated by Frank Justus Miller)

Existential Kink: Unmask Your Shadow and Embrace Your Power (A method for getting what you want by getting off on what you don't) by Carolyn Elliott

Fascism: A Warning by Madeline Albright

The Enlightenment Invention of the Modern Self by Leo Damrosch

Greek Tragedy by Elizabeth Vandiver

Leviathan or The Matter, Forme and Power of a Commonwealth Ecclesiaticall and Civil by Thomas Hobbes

War Is a Force That Gives Us Meaning by Chris Hedges

Natural Law and Human Nature by Father Joseph Koterski

Odysseus in America: Combat Trauma and the Trials of Homecoming by Jonathan Shay (Foreward by John McCain and Max Cleland)

We by Yevgeny Zamyatin (Translated by Clarence Brown)

Treason by Orson Scott Card (Originally published as A Planet Called Treason)

The Modern Political Tradition: Hobbes to Habermas by Lawrence Cahoon

Gideon The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Discipline and Punish by Michel Foucault (Translated by Alan Sheridan)

Harrow The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

History of Sexuality: Volume I by Michel Foucault (Unidentified Translator)

Madness and Civilization by Michel Foucault (Translated by Richard Howard)

Lent: A Novel of Many Returns by Jo Walton

Living the French Revolution and the Age of Napoleon by Suzanne M. Desan

The Stranger by Albert Camus (Translated by Matthew Ward)

10 Women Who Ruled The Renaissance by Joyce Salisbury

A Brief History of the Samurai by Jonathan Clements

Because Internet: Understanding The New Rules of Language by Gretchen McCulloch

The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea by Yukio Mishima

The Republic by Plato (Translated by Benjamin Jowett)

Nona The Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Davos Man: How The Billionaires Devoured The World by Peter S. Goodman

The Birth of The Modern Mind: The Intellectual History of the 17th and 18th Centuries by Alan Charles Kors

(Spooky) Litigation: The Practice of Supernatural Law (Volume 1) by Jeffrey A. Rapkin

Emperors of Rome by Garrett G. Fagan

The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

Francis of Assisi by Ronald B. Herzman and William R. Cook

Impact Winter by Travis Beacham

Popes and The Papacy: A History by Thomas X. Noble

Misery by Stephen King

The Benedict Option by Rod Dreher

The Aeneid by Virgil (Translated by John Dryden)

The Aeneid of Virgil by Elizabeth Vandiver

The Industrial Revolution by Patrick N. Allitt

[Redacted] by [Redacted]

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas (Translated by Duke Classics)

America and the World: A Diplomatic History by Mark A. Stoler

The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester

Hagakure by Yamamoto Tsunetomo (Translated by William Scott Wilson)

A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine

Voltaire and The Triumph of The Enlightenment by Alan Charles Kors

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky (Translated by Constance Garnett)

Incomplete books: Jacques the Fatalist, The Just City, On Killing

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Great Courses consumed: 17

Non-Great Courses Nonfiction consumed: 16

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Works consumed by women: 17

Works consumed by men: 37

Works consumed by men and women: 2

Works that can plausibly be considered of real relevance to foreign policy (including appropriate histories): 10

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With A Martyr Complex’s Choice Award, fiction division: It’s a tie between Lent and Coup de Grace, I just couldn’t decide between the two. Feel free to mock me for my indecision.

>>>> Honorable mention: The Stars My Destination, Misery

With A Martyr Complex’s Choice Award, nonfiction division: The Guns of August

>>>> Honorable mention: Living the French Revolution and The Age of Napoleon, Greek Tragedy, Conquistadors, The Aeneid of Virgil

>>>> Great Courses Division: The Birth of the Modern Mind: The Intellectual History of the 17th and 18th Centuries

The Annual “An Essential Work of Surpassing Beauty that Isn’t Fair to Compare To Everything Else” Award: We

>>>> Honorable mention: Crime and Punishment (This may have suffered from me reading while quarantining, I could easily have swapped it with We under other circumstances)

>>>> Nonfiction Division: Leviathan

>>>>>>>>Honorable Mention: Discipline and Punish

The “Reading This Book Will Give You Great Insight Into The Way I See The World” Award: War is a Force That Gives Us Meaning

>>>> Honorable mention: The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea, Leviathan

The “This is Kooky Made Up Nonsense But Still Worth Checking Out” Award: Existential Kink

The “Reading This has Allowed Me To Stop Caring About Its Author Too Much” Award: The Benedict Option

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This marks the first year where I’ve reached my goal of at least 1 book per week for the year, and I’m reasonably proud of that. I’m especially proud that I didn’t overload the list with short works to reach that goal and was able to tackle some difficult or long works while maintaining a solid pace. I did find myself reading fewer literary works than I tend to prefer, and my nonfiction that wasn’t lectures was lower than I’d generally like (however much I do love lectures). 

Goals for next year: more foreign policy reading, more literary fiction, write something of my own.

[stefanatlanten]

Castries färjeterminal, St Lucia, 8/1

En underbar resa såhär långt!

Upplevelser av hav, segling, båtar, byar, städer, öar, djur, natur, till och med djungel och vulkaniska källor! Och chokladexkursioner! Allt koncentrerat till dessa månader, från november och framåt.

Mest intryck har alla människor givit mig. Floskler men ändå fullständigt sant och omöjligt att inte beröra! Att nämna Twisterbesättningarna, det har blivit ett par besättningsbyten under min tid på båten, är ju en självklarhet. Intensiv tid tillsammans med väldigt speciella förutsättningar har givit nya vänner för livet! Underbara, äventyrliga, intressanta, unga, äldre, seglande vänner. Några spridda runt karibien som jag kanske hälsar på under min odyssé och mitt sökande efter en ny båt att hoppa på. Men också alla hjälpsamma och trevliga människor på öarna som gjort denna resa till en upplevelse långt utöver de flesta andra resor. Madame på Purple Turtle som alltid spetsade drinkarna lite extra, Froggy med båttaxin, Nicole som fick grannrestaurangen att öppna upp för oss i St Pierre, Jonathan med skaldjuren i Wallilabou Bay, hotelägare, bussförare, fruktförsäljare.

Men också alla fantastiska vänner hemma som gjorde det möjligt! Utan er hade det nog aldrig blivit av utan stannat vid drömmar och planer.

Och sist men inte minst Carl med familj som kom och hälsade på och tog hand om mig på St Lucia på ett makalöst förträffligt vis! Underbart att kunna landa hos vänner efter en intensiv tid till sjöss!

Ett stort tack till er alla!

Än är jag inte redo att köpa en hembiljett. Det blir ytterligare ett par veckor här bland saltvatten, värme, delfiner, romdrinkar och sand.

Vi börjar med en färjetripp till Martinique, så tar vi det på volley därifrån.

P.S. Min vattentäta Sony-mobil fick ett bad ute på Atlanten som tydligen var för mycket för alla tätningar och elektronik. Således har jag, sedan Dominica, förlitat mig på plattan för kommunikation med omvärld, vänner och familj. Dessvärre är jag Comviq-kund och kan inte riktigt få telefonfunktionen att fungera, så vill ni mig något så Whatsapp:a eller maila och gör ett försök med telefonen som ett sista alternativ. Har jag bara ett fungerande Wifi (vilket kan vara lite utmanande att finna) så kan det fungera. D.S

[broderek]

Bäst av bästklubben 2022 del 1

Animal Collective - Time Skiffs N: Gamla vänner som jag trodde mig vara trött på. Känns bekant utan att fördenskull bli gammal skåpmat. Bra driv, stundtals funkig med många hooks. Precis som man vill att gamla vänner ska vara.

Hinako Omori - a journey.. T: Detta har varit min go to skiva hela året. Att lyssna på denna i urar från början till slut är en fröjd och en härlig resa. Så härlig atmosfär så håret reser sig. Bästa spår: A Journey och Snow

Caroline - Caroline P: En viss nostalgi över att lyssna på den här skivan då soundet tar en tillbaka till ca: 2008. Lite Beirut, ambient, jazz, pop och folk. Många fina låtar där framförallt en är min favoritlåt för året 2022. Om ni bara ska lyssna på en låt: Skydiving onto the library roof

Dungen - En är för mycket och tusen aldrig nog M: Riktigt gamla vänner. Känns som de går tillbaka några år soundmässigt. Man får vad man vill ha och håller fortfarande. Gillar låtraden ”det finns ingen sanning, bara historier” på låten Om det finns något som du vill fråga mig. R: Genom våra säsonger har vi inte haft så värst mycket svensk musik, så jag tyckte det kändes kul att plocka upp den tråden trots att vi på sistone har fått en rätt några svenska akter och Toffe plocka med Jonathan Johansson på sin lista. Jag valde att plocka med en förvaltare av något jag uppfattar som vårt musikarv. Dels ligger där en äldre arv med vår folkmusik, dess skalor, men även mycket från den svenska proggen på 70-talet, nu kan ni nog gissa. Tycker alltid att det även finns en mängd andra influenser i musiken, gamla och nya, samt att texterna alltid är tänkvärda vardagsbetraktelser av livet. Skivan är Dungens - En är för mycket och tusen aldrig nog. Dungen är verkligen är alltid ett kärt återseende för mig.

Richard Dawson - The Ruby Cord O: Lite av en ny favorit för mig. Egensinnig gubbe i gränslandet mellan rocker och medeltida bard. Klingar starkt av urbrittisk folk och prog, men utan retrovurmande klichéer - temat här för den som går igång på sådant dessutom snarare framtidsdystopiskt. Triggervarning för mastig dubbel-LP, men rekommenderar att slå er ner med albumets öppning och magnum opus, The Hermit. En långsam berättelse stöpt i ett luftigt och frisläppt arrangemang, där bitarna som till en början kan kännas chansartade till slut faller på plats. Avnjuts med en stor, stark stout.

Katy Kirby - Cool Dry Place (Expanded version släppt 2022...) P: Soft-pop när den är som allra bäst. Den här skivan välkomnade jag våren i Sthlm med. Många tidiga morgnar på tunnelbanan med solen i ögonen över Skanstulls-bron. Skivan kan te sig mjuk vid första lyssningar men växer över tid med små finesser och melodier. Väl värd att checka in. Om ni bara ska lyssna på en låt: Traffic!

Cult Of Luna - The Long Road North D: Årets bästa och fetaste skiva kommer här, episk, grandios och hänsynslös välter den fram med en massiv ljudbild. En dynamisk ångvält av norrländskt vemod. Bara lyssna på mistluren som inleder skivan.

Shabason & Krgovich - At Scaramouche T: En stor favorit från detta året. Lyssna gärna på deras egna projekt som de gjort tidigare. Hade tänkt att köra denna skiva i klubben men nu fick den hamna här istället. Gillar verkligen detta; snygg ljudbild, lite skeva ljud, djup och nära sång och bra melodier. Favoritlåtar: Childhood Mcdonald's och I Am So Happy With My Little Dog.

Oren Ambarchi - Shebang O: Denna dök upp påpassligt medan jag var inne i ett Keith Jarrett-stim. Påminner en del om ECM och elektriska Miles. En gitarrskiva som inte direkt låter som en gitarrskiva. Det är repetitivt, aldrig enformigt, föränderligt och och fyllt av bra ljud som sveper in och ut från en ensemble som känns live men aldrig varit det. Har man hört Ambarchis tidigare är det nog bekant mark, men här kompletteras den drivande pulsen ännu mer av övriga musikers inspel, vilket gör den delvis till ett annat väsen. En skiva man kan återkomma till och hitta små nya detaljer i. 

Decapitated - Cancer Culture D: Nästa skiva är smålökig modern Tech Death, men de har dels lyckats få fram samma ös och teknisk ekvilibrism som på genombrottet 2006 trots att flera bandmedlemmar är utbytta, men det är också den perfekta mixen av det bästa med både Göteborg-och Stockholmsdöds. Ett väl förvaltat arv av såväl At The Gates som Entombed som gör att jag kan leva med de gästande sångarnas malplacerade skönsång, önskar att de bara låtit Jinjer leverera growl.

[idagnyheter]

Strömsbro fick smakstart på resan tillbaka mot ettan – idag nyheter

Strömsbro IF–Skedvi/Säter IF 7–1 (0–0, 3–0, 4–1) Andra perioden: 1–0 (2.56) Adam Dahlström (Adam Bendrik, Olle Hellström), 2–0 (4.07) Joel Holmli (William Eriksson, Felix Jansson), 3–0 (16.13) Olle Hellström (Calle Westerlund, Jonathan Backlund). Tredje perioden: 4–0 (1.51) Jesper Åhlén Hedenström (Abbe Broberg, Theo Widén-Schade), 5–0 (7.30) Joakim Axman (Fredrik Larsson, Philip Hägerström), 5–1…

[cavenewstimes]

Despite Gaza death toll soaring, U.S. unlikely to rethink weapons supplies to Israel

More Sign In/Free Sign Up 0 By Humeyra Pamuk, Jonathan Saul and Maggie Fick WASHINGTON/LONDON/BEIRUT (Reuters) – Facing a soaring death toll from Israel’s renewed offensive in southern Gaza, the Biden administration is trying to pressure its ally to minimize civilian deaths while stopping well short of the kind of measures that might force it to listen, such as threatening to restrict military…

[madscientistjournal]

Fiction: Excerpts From the Audio Notes

An essay by Jim Dennath, P. (Eldritch) E., as provided by Jonathan Ficke Art by Leigh Legler

Day 1

Finally, a place where my desire to dream beyond the bounds of what a rational engineer may dream, to build that which ought never be built, to be the mad engineer that breaks down barriers, and possibly ends the world–Fimbulvetr Industries. I confess that I saw their job posting and sent my résumé to them on a lark–who would have thought that the premiere apocalyptic science and engineering conglomerate would want me? But they did, so here I am walking the austere gunmetal hallways, seeing the laboratories where the cutting edge of apocalyptic science is conducted. And everything is so clean! It’s the platonic form of Nordic design. I couldn’t imagine a better place to undergo hours of trite human resources onboarding nonsense.

At least they have a slogan: Building a Better End of Days, Today.

It’s perfect.

~

Fimbulvetr is not screwing around. I’ve been here a day and have access to the development lab of my dreams. Good devils below, there’s an entire team of assistants at my beck and call. The job is simple–as simple as engineering a possibly world-ending device is concerned that is–build a device to create a stable planar gateway to the nether realm to allow the creatures of the dark beyond access to the mortal plane of existence.

Should be fun!

Turns out the ancient Assyrians were super into the nether realm. The Fimbulvetr archives have hundreds of original clay tablets recovered (read: stolen or plundered) from archaeological sites across the Levant. As it so happens, however, I cannot read cuneiform.

Good news, though! Ivan, a twitchy Russian ex-pat with an eyepatch, has been the most useful in that regard. He tells me he studied and taught ancient languages at a university in Kiev, stumbled on something he’s only muttered about as “the impossible realities,” and they fired him for gibbering too much during lectures. Their loss is my gain.

There’s also a linguist to help interpret the texts, Bernice, an Alabaman with absolutely the sweetest accent and the keenest eye for the dark logic employed by the forces of darkness. Who would have imagined that demons employed passive aggressive language? When I expressed my disbelief, Bernice said “bless your heart,” and told me it makes her feel right at home. What a lovely person.

With Ivan and Bernice’s help, the task came into focus. We have a great deal of work ahead of us.

There’s also Jeffrey. He doesn’t talk much, and near as I can tell, he’s mainly here to pick up heavy things at my direction. He does so at a languid pace. He must be hourly.

~

Day 3

This was prototyping day. Based on Ivan’s translations, and Bernice’s helpful interpretation of archaic Assyrian linguistics, we needed both a lot of eldritch energy and a focusing medium to stretch the planar gate across.

First thing first, we measure eldritch energy in crowleys, like proper modern folk who are concerned with repeatable design. Ancient Assyrians? No such luck. They simply killed an absolutely mind-boggling number of people until they got what they wanted. I’m honestly a little impressed by their can-do attitude. It worked for them, so what grounds do I have to criticize? I can, however, complain that it makes their cuneiform tablets as hard to use as blueprints in a modern workshop.

Anyway, since we don’t know exactly how many crowleys we need, I’m ball parking the sum at: a lot of crowleys.

Also, we need something to channel the crowleys into a cascading web of interconnecting focus points–essentially a matrix of dark energy that can fray the boundary between our world and the eldritch void we seek to contact. The ancient Assyrians came up with an answer for this too. That answer is femurs. We need a lot of femurs.

If we need a lot of femurs, then we’re going to need a lot of volunteers. After all, each one can only contribute two femurs, and we’re going to need twenty-three femurs. That means approximately twelve volunteers, assuming our pool of volunteers does not include too many above-the-knee amputees or people with low bone density. This might be tricky.

~

Day 4

Not that tricky! You know what was tricky? Getting Jeffrey to gather all of the human thighs and separate the meat from the bones. It was a simple request, Jeffrey!

But, I digress. Did you know there’s a group of people on the internet who call themselves “thigh enthusiasts?” Naturally, I gravitated toward this group of people, as I figured that anyone so enthusiastic about thighs would likely have high quality femurs.

This was not, in fact, the case. The yield of quality femurs from a single thigh enthusiast, which one could reasonably assume be close to, if not precisely, two femurs, is actually much closer to 1.1 per enthusiast. Most are men in their thirties; how is their bone structure and density so bad? What comprises their diet that they have the bone density of an elderly person with a severe calcium deficiency? This is, of course, not the question I’ve been hired to solve. It must remain a mystery for another day.

What we lacked in quality, we were able to make up for in quantity. Thigh enthusiasts are an easily baited group. Promise an internet message board an abundance of thighs, and like ten grand each, and boom, even with the comically low femur yield, I’ve got all the femurs an engineer could possibly desire. Really, it’s almost a problem. I’ve practically got too many femurs. Jeffrey certainly thinks we have too many femurs, but that is a Jeffrey problem.

So, with a massive stockpile of femurs at our disposal, it’s time to begin constructing a web of twenty-three femurs arranged in a circle with a radius precisely calibrated to focus crowleys!

~

Day 6

Well, I’ve summoned a demon. More on this later. At least I won’t have to worry about Jeffrey slacking anymore. More on this later as well.

I rate this experience as a qualified success.

~

Day 7

Good news! We’ve sealed the demon in my original development lab. Fimbulvetr has given me a new workshop. It’s buried farther underground.

The boys upstairs have also given me a squad of armed guards at all times. Hans Jürgen leads the team of barrel-chested men with assault rifles and bandoliers of grenades. Seems a touch of overkill, but it wouldn’t do to have a demon ruthlessly dismember a useful member of the team.

(Oh … right, Jeffrey was–literally–pulled limb from limb by a seven-armed reptilian beast with eleven mouths and three wings. As it happens, and this would be a subject better suited for a mad evolutionary biologist, demons have very strange anatomy.)

In any case, we have a very solid prototype planar gateway generator in existence. No idea how to control it. No way to manage what passes through. No clue what’s on the other side, and the boys upstairs tell me it’s not nearly big enough.

On account of me not being dead, I am willing to increase my assessment of this situation from qualified success to moderate success.

Add in Jeffrey’s demise and we might be flirting with major success territory.

~

Day 5

Yes, out of chronological order, but I was far too busy fleeing a rampaging hell beast to take proper notes on the actual Day 5. So let’s all be aware that it was recorded on Day 7, but ought to slot in at Day 5. Deal? Deal.

So, get this, turns out virgins, not super effective conduits of eldritch power. I know, really came out of left field to me too. It’s all you ever read about: virgin sacrifice this, the world’s running out of eligible virgins that. Guess what, virgins, you’re not that special!

Turns out, the sanguineous humors of debauched people–now that’s the blood you want to charge a planar gate. So we threw an orgy. Well, we advertised an orgy, lit some candles, provided massage oils and a room full of impractically sized pillows, and once we had a room full of good old-fashioned debauchery underway, that’s when we threw a massacre. It was all very efficient.

I was able to capture thirteen crowleys of spiritual energy in the blood agony harvester (which we constructed mostly from tibias and fibulas, the ancient Assyrians–a very efficient people when it came to human sacrifice–were big on using every part of the sacrificial victim, particularly leg bones). Granted, we’re still getting a handle on precisely how many crowleys of energy will be necessary to sustain a transplanar crossing, but I figured what we had was a good first effort.

Naturally, excited as I was from that success, I couldn’t help but turn to my assembled femur matrix and plug in all that sweet human suffering. It worked, and after experiencing the fabric of realty shred before my eyes, and hearing the distilled shriek of millions of disembodied souls, a demon ripped through the planar gate and started absolutely taking Jeffrey to town.

I ran, sealed the door, and changed my drawers.

~

(Oh … right, Jeffrey was–literally–pulled limb from limb by a seven-armed reptilian beast with eleven mouths and three wings. As it happens, and this would be a subject better suited for a mad evolutionary biologist, demons have very strange anatomy.)

Day 14

Good thing I had all those femurs, because the boys upstairs want a lot of transplanar gates constructed. Without Jeffrey (typical Jeffrey, even in death he’s slacking off), it took more than a week to build a whole bunch of gates in reinforced containment cells. That way, when the demons rip through, we’ve got ’em right where we want ’em. Locked up nice and tight until we can figure out how best to unleash them on an unsuspecting world.

So here we are, two weeks into the job (they’re paying me in arrears, which means I don’t get paid until the second pay period is complete, truly barbaric; hopefully my benefits are already accruing. I don’t want to miss out on any compound interest.), and I have twenty-three individually contained planar gates made from five-hundred-twenty-nine femurs. I wonder if I hunted thigh enthusiasts onto the endangered species list? Each planar gate sits in a specially constructed holding cell built of concrete and steel.

The holding cells themselves are all on a central corridor buried deep underground. At the end of the corridor is the control room, where I work. From there, I have the ability to route crowleys into the planar gates, as well as control each individual cell door.

Behind the control room, a twenty-three-foot diameter vault door that is twenty-three-feet-thick seals the whole operation off from the access shaft that leads to the rest of Fimbulvetr headquarters.

We are so ready to summon some demons.

Or, we would be ready to summon some demons, if we had enough crowleys. This is going to take a lot of massage oil.

~

Day 20

It’s been a tiring but productive six days. I like to think we’ve done the ancient Assyrians proud. Good thing we got a bulk rate on massage oil.

The blood agony harvesters are practically humming with energy, and the boys upstairs have quintupled my detail of armed guards.

A few keep very close eyes on me, and with the exception of Hans Jürgen, they communicate exclusively by way of hand signals, and are frequently checking their weapons and ammunition. It’s as if they assume that at any moment a demon might leap into this world. I asked Hans Jürgen about the increase in guards, and he says that they’re here to prevent anyone from being Jeffried.

Jeffried. His laziness has been immortalized by becoming a verb in the Fimbulvetr lexicon. Where’s the justice in that?

But let’s not let Jeffrey’s perpetual incompetence interfere with our objective. In the morning, we get to channel distilled human suffering into a series of arrays constructed from human long bones. What could possibly go wrong?

~

Day 21

A lot can go wrong.

Holy shit, a lot can go wrong.

I threw the switch and opened the crowley reservoir. The hair on the back of my arms stood on end as the cables that ran from reservoir to the holding cells and attached to the transplanar gates inside writhed like live serpents with the energy.

As had been the case with the first rift, reality shifted in front of my eyes, and an otherworldly howl threatened to burst my eardrums. The screams faded, but then a series of sounds like the piercing chime of twenty-three bells rang through the corridor, and I heard it even in the control room. A tiny red light blinked on the control panel indicating lock failure on each door.

Hans Jürgen flashed hand signs to his men and everyone spread out, rifles at their shoulders, covering the cell doors. It didn’t matter. Moments later, the cell doors ripped open and twenty-three demons tore out of confinement into the corridor.

Ivan and Bernice had volunteered to check each containment cell, so they were in the hallway and were the first to die.

The snare drum report of automatic weapon fire filled the air, grenades provided a tympanic percussion beneath the gunfire, but none of it mattered.

Everyone got Jeffried.

Everyone but me. I’m sitting in the control room behind a pane of glass staring into the nearly countless eyes of twenty-three demons and hoping they don’t realize that the control room door doesn’t actually have a lock on it.

Oh, shit.

[Inarticulate screaming]

Jim Denath, P. (Eldritch) E., holds the distinction of being the only youth scout to be dismissed from the national organization for designing an autonomous drone that hunted down and cooked ants with a magnifying glass. He parlayed that (minor) infamy into a scholarship to attend the Polytechnic Institute of Apocalyptic Studies, and subsequently a position at Fimbulvtr Industries, where he is now the only person with a professional engineering license currently being used as the torture plaything of twenty-three demonic fellbeasts.

Jonathan Ficke lives outside of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with his beautiful wife. He graduated from Marquette University with a degree in public relations, which (in a manner of speaking) is another form of speculative storytelling, His work appears in Mad Scientist Journal Spring 2018, Writers of the Future: Vol. 34, and Tales of Ruma. He muses online at jonficke.com and on twitter @jonficke.

Leigh’s professional title is “illustrator,” but that’s just a nice word for “monster-maker,” in this case. More information about them can be found at http://leighlegler.carbonmade.com/.

“Excerpts From the Audio Notes” is © 2019 Jonathan Ficke Art accompanying story is © 2019 Leigh Legler

Fiction: Excerpts From the Audio Notes was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal

[m-e-w-666]

he sure did

[itstheheebiejeebies]

Generation Kill Screencaps from E3 Screwby

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Full episode caps are in a ZIP file which can be found here

[jonathangroffappreciation]

[kusundei]

icfucking hate you holy shit. im going to lose my mind

nk bcuz god forbid i am ever remotely upset,??? god forbid yoy yell at me every single day. lash me. critique me. find somethint always even when i am trying my hardest to appease tou and i hahe been doing this for years. i tell myself nooo sam. noo dont do it its not worth it. anger is temporary and you are not your mother. anger is never ever justified but gd fuckinf damn it. i cant with you seriously. NO BCUZ IM SORRY I “BLAMED” YOU. i amjust upset. always. you make me so upset. because i dont fucking getit??? you lie. you give me hope. make me think of maybe youll spare me. maybe ill be okay and then you take it back and i can never fuckinf trust yoy and yoy patronize me. over and over and over and i will never make it out of this hell. no bcuz i have a car for what?,? IM SORRY THE BATTERY DIED? IM SORRY I MADE JT SEEM LIKE I WAS BLAMING YOU BCUZ ICWAS UPDET THAT YOU KEEP SAYING I HAVE NO MOTIVATION? god forbid yoy dont see me. yoy dont even ficking see me or acknowledge me till i have messed yp. its so annoying because you act like i an not looking for a job. like this isjt so hard for no fucking reason that i dont want to drive. me driving is the only reason i qant that job.

god forbid i will never repair my relatiknsgip with you. there is an invisible barrier that will always prevent me from being with you and i cannot make jt. HAVING GONE THROUGH THE FACEBOOK WITH AJAX MADE ME SO. saddened. despite the fact i enjoyed mocking myself all the photos made me so sad because i put up with it for so long in order to HAVE a mother. fo have a relatinship with you ajd i always gave you the benefit of the foubt. god forbid i acknowledge thepain i put you through but you will neher acknowledge what youve done to me. lord forbid you will never take yoyr side of the blane for the reason we r like this. make a new family and ignore your old one. have a good relationship with liam and do not put him through whag i deal with because clearly yoy do not desire to ever repair what we had. “the phone works both ways” yet i have prevented mtself from condemning you over and over and over and i silence mtself . to be with you . god forbid you ever do the same? that you will ever be pkay with me????

goodness i do not care yoy r pregnant. it does not relinquish you or justify the shit you do. youve been doing this my whole life i just wished thag matbe in the past 16 yrs you would open ur eyes and acknowledge even a little bit of it. JUST GOD. god. sell mt fucking car. just do it. im never making it out. yoy said it yourself. “i do not want you to drive” then so be it. “what do you plan to do with your life?” so much. i planned so much but i always have to take it back and rethink it through because shit will neger work put for me. “you have no motivation, are you even looking for a job? if you really wanted to drive so bad you couldve at least put some initiative into it” God forbid i ever put effort into things j do. yoy forced my hand?? forced me to rush?? just to take away the only motivation i had?????? and you do it over and over and over and i keep mindlessly believing toy sometimes. god how i keep getting my hopes up with you to be shut down over and over again . i NEED. this job. i NEED. to drive. i have motivation yoy just dont see it because you do not see me. you act all high and mighty like you know eberything about me and youre “always listening” yet you dont even know what classes i am taking? you had no idea who ajax was and had no idea i broke yp w jd till months after. you have no idea i heard yoy and jonathan that night and how badly it hurt me and ruined everything. you have no idea who i am. you do not understand me and my actions and in afraid you never truly will . god i appreciate it more when you just leave me. id rather yoy know nothing than act like you do cuz thags the worst fucking part??? you act lkke you know me sowell but yoy know nothinf at all???? its sickening. god forbid i will ever stand up for mtself and explain my actions but no yoy will never listen to me regardless. im jist. so. god . sell the damn car. fuck me over. ruin my life and the only motivation i hold because im apparently not doing enough. god forbid a job doesnt just appear out of nowhere. fod forbid i try my best all the time to be met with disappointment and ridicule over and over and you have never once. told me you were proud of me. god forbid i achieve something and it is “just expected”. you are my MOTHER. couldnt you at least act like you love me like you should???? that you support me??? tell me its okay. that im trying my best. at least try to understand me and dont condemn me lver and over when all ive done js try . and i am tetinf and god in sorry its just not good enough ever???

youve stopped now. asked me about ajax to try and lift my spirits but god. i will. never. recover. i will never make it out i will never be okay with you. youve ruined me pver and over. you are the biggest road block in my life. im just so tired . why do i even try to remain motivated like this ????? i just want it to end. give me that independence you speak so much of. allow me. spare me. because god forbid i cant take it anymore

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Ahem; villians of your choice x Virgin reader.

Of... Of MY choice? Carcal you spoil me. (also please send that other request of urs in I ficked up and deleted it on accident)

Lets see..

Telltale!Riddler + Batman Unlimited!Scarecrow

Tags: nsft, established relationships, gentle sex (all), corruption kink (Riddler),

Reader: Gender neutral, Virgin

Telltale!Edward Nygma "Riddler"

Evil

Okok, joking aside. Despite his sadistic streak, he's a very attentive lover (in and out of bed), and while he does have a bit of a corruption kink, he does his best to hide his smile when you admit you're a virgin

It's only fair he's the one to take your virginity, at least in his eyes. Who better than your loving boyfriend, the smartest man in the world. Edward is many things, and possessive is one of them.

Your first time has to be special, he decides. He has to make it enjoyable for both of you, but, mostly you. It's your first time, he's going to set the bar so high you couldn't find anyone like him. (again, possessive)

At first he's slow, gentle, letting you control the pace. Edward's a gentleman first, a villain second (at least with you, that is). It isn't until you get completely undressed does the darker side of him emerge.

"Look at that," Calloused hands rubbed your sex, making you moan at the feeling, "for a virgin, you're such an attention whore. My pretty litte attention whore, though." Edward nipped at your neck, a whimper choking it's way from your neck.

"Edward- oh god- please-?" You didn't even know what you were begging for, but judging by the grin against your jugular, Edward did.

"All in due time, my dear," The feeling of fingers prodding your entrance had you squirming. Edward pinned you down with his own body, slipping his middle finger inside of you. "All in due time.."

When he reaches this point, possessiveness and dirty talk reaches a maximum. While he's still going slow, and gentle, he's much more dirty about it.

He'll have you in a mating press, biting and kissing your neck, whispering a mix of praise and degradation in your ear as you scream out in pleasure.

He goes until you physically cannot anymore, and if you (somehow) outlast him, he expects you to let him use his mouth and fingers, after all, he's the experienced one.

Aftercare with him is absolutely amazing, though. He'll start up a bath, cleaning off the mix of sweat, tears, and cum from your body while telling you how good you did, how good you felt, and how he can't wait to do it again.

The morning after is met with a lavish breakfast, a bouquet of your favorite (non-deadly) flower(s), and a reservation for a restaurant you've been wanting to try.

You gave him the gift of your virginity, so he'll give you anything and everything you could ever want. It's the least he could do.

Batman Unlimited!Jonathan Crane "Scarecrow"

Doesn't believe you at first.

I'm dead serious, you tell him and he rolls his eyes and says "yes, and I'm still human."

It's not because Jonathan believed you slept around before the two of got together, he just seriously can't believe that someone hadn't gotten with you first. He thinks you're knock out gorgeous and he's... him.

Though, when you get upset at the reply, he realizes that you infact, are a virgin. And for a moment he sits there in utter shock because you telling him this implies you want him to take your virginity. After a moment he asks if you want him to be the one to change that.

Crane is a hard man to embarrass, he has the patience of a god (i mean, seriously, a psychological professor and ripped asf? That takes patience.) but when you answer him, that yes, you want him to take your virginity he's floored.

"Now?" Jonathan mutters, adjusting his pants as subtlety as he could while you stood infront of his sitting form. You fidgeted with your fingers, face burning bright red. "My dear?"

"I- I mean, we don't have to right now." Your face could rival a tomato right now, refusing to lock eyes with your lover.

"Alright, let me reiterate," He placed his book to the side, his glasses joining soon after. He stood up towering over you (because lets be honest, no matter how tall you are, there's a good chance he's taller). "Do you want me to make love to you tonight?"

Only a fool would say no.

He's big, in all forms of the word. Big hands, big arms, big co-

Despite the size difference, he's extraordinarily gentle, though, that doesn't mean he's letting you control the pace. He'll take care of you, but that means you're to be a good little subject for him while he figures out just what makes you tick.

Jonathan isn't even teasing you, either, he simply wants to know everything about you he can. One large hand holding down your wrists to keep you from struggling to much as he searches for the spot on your neck that makes you sob in pleasure. Going down on you for so long when he comes up a mix of drool and your climax is dripping down his chin.

If he ends up tiring you out before the main course, he's not disappointed at all. He'll go start you a bath, and once you're settled in there, he'll handle his 'problem'. If not though...

Jonathan will hold your hips up with one hand, the other wrapped around on of your own as he grind his hips against yours. Every moan of his name is met with a grunt and kiss, soft, almost worshipful praise falling from his lips.

As a Doctor (shh, ik he's not a normal doctor), he's amazing at aftercare. He'll clean you off, rubbing away any bruises he might have accidentally left. Before letting you curl up on his chest as he runs his hands through your hair. He doesn't need sleep that much anymore, but, he's more than happy to lay there a couple hours while admiring your beauty.

Your morning is met with plenty of kisses, cuddles, and a nice warm breakfast. While he's not the most affection, he can't help but let the rare touchstarved side of himself show.

[stefanatlanten]

Castries färjeterminal, St Lucia, 8/1

En underbar resa såhär långt!

Upplevelser av hav, segling, båtar, byar, städer, öar, djur, natur, till och med djungel och vulkaniska källor! Och chokladexkursioner! Allt koncentrerat till dessa månader, från november och framåt.

Mest intryck har alla människor givit mig. Floskler men ändå fullständigt sant och omöjligt att inte beröra! Att nämna Twisterbesättningarna, det har blivit ett par besättningsbyten under min tid på båten, är ju en självklarhet. Intensiv tid tillsammans med väldigt speciella förutsättningar har givit nya vänner för livet! Underbara, äventyrliga, intressanta, unga, äldre, seglande vänner. Några spridda runt karibien som jag kanske hälsar på under min odyssé och mitt sökande efter en ny båt att hoppa på. Men också alla hjälpsamma och trevliga människor på öarna som gjort denna resa till en upplevelse långt utöver de flesta andra resor. Madame på Purple Turtle som alltid spetsade drinkarna lite extra, Froggy med båttaxin, Nicole som fick grannrestaurangen att öppna upp för oss i St Pierre, Jonathan med skaldjuren i Wallilabou Bay, hotelägare, bussförare, fruktförsäljare.

Men också alla fantastiska vänner hemma som gjorde det möjligt! Utan er hade det nog aldrig blivit av utan stannat vid drömmar och planer.

Och sist men inte minst Carl med familj som kom och hälsade på och tog hand om mig på St Lucia på ett makalöst förträffligt vis! Underbart att kunna landa hos vänner efter en intensiv tid till sjöss!

Ett stort tack till er alla!

Än är jag inte redo att köpa en hembiljett. Det blir ytterligare ett par veckor här bland saltvatten, värme, delfiner, romdrinkar och sand.

Vi börjar med en färjetripp till Martinique, så tar vi det på volley därifrån.

P.S. Min vattentäta Sony-mobil fick ett bad ute på Atlanten som tydligen var för mycket för alla tätningar och elektronik. Således har jag, sedan Dominica, förlitat mig på plattan för kommunikation med omvärld, vänner och familj. Dessvärre är jag Comviq-kund och kan inte riktigt få telefonfunktionen att fungera, så vill ni mig något så Whatsapp:a eller maila och gör ett försök med telefonen som ett sista alternativ. Har jag bara ett fungerande Wifi (vilket kan vara lite utmanande att finna) så kan det fungera. D.S

[broderek]

Bäst av bästklubben 2022 del 2

Björk - Fossora O: Artist känd från Bästkustens skivklubb. I stunder experimenterar hon med holländsk 90-talshårdtechno, och då kan det vara lite svårtuggat. Det uppstår dock en sorts aggressiv skörhet i kontrast med soundet i övrigt, som inte går att värja sig emot. Ljudbilden är som utgångspunkt ganska mörk, men letar sig mot ljuset. I skivans duetter blir det extra finstämt och lite avlastning från när Björk på gott och ont är väldigt mycket Björk. Ancestress är en bra plats att doppa tårna i.

Chat Pile - God's Country P: Årets tveklösa etta! Det var längesedan hårdrock lät så här bra. Det är som om man skulle blanda Hellboys HLM och en galen shaman och skruva upp det till hundra. Ibland känns det som att det inom hårdrocken är svårt att sticka ut nuförtiden, då allt har tagits till sin spets i sin respektive genre. Men här är ett exempel på att det fortfarande går. Kanske inte något för alla, men allt för de som orkar jobba sig genom det. Om ni bara ska lyssna på en låt: The Mask

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum M: Har fortsatt följa men tycker fortfarande Butterfly-skivan är bäst. Har en biljett till konserten på plan b i mars så får väl se om jag fortsätter efter det (kanske blir för mycket converse). Hänsynslöst genremässigt och snuddar stundvis in på metal. Hårt pressad dynamiskt vilket gör att jag kan somna till den.

Bill Orcutt - Music for Four Guitars N: Jag gillar skivor med gitarr och jag gillar skivor utan, men har en särskild plats i hjärtat för skivor med endast gitarr och inget annat. Möjligheterna känns oändliga. Inte en skiva för varje tillfälle, men när det behövs en riktig genomkörare finns den där och gör jobbet. Ut på andra sidan kommer man lite skarpare, redo att ta sig an världen.

Cate Le Bon - Pompeii R: Min sista skiva fick bli något lite mer i popvärlden. Det var svårt att välja, men jag tog en egensinnig artist jag gillar. Hon är lite av en modern John Cale för mig, kanske för att de båda kommer från Wales. Men det är något i hennes uttryck som för tankarna till honom. Jag upptäckte artisten på hennes skiva Reward från 2019 och den blev en favorit. Årets skiva bygger vidare på Reward och tar det någon annan stans. Det är mycket chorus, lite skeva och aviga melodier samtidigt som det är vackert stundom. Är det också lite John Cale? Hur som helst en väldigt bra skiva tycker jag som gör intressanta saker med den välbeprövade poplåten. Tycker absolut skivan kan vara med på en årets bästa lista. Det förekommer lite saxofon på skivan, bara en vänlig liten förvarning. Dock rätt nedtonat.

Hurray For The Riff Raff - Life On Earth N: En varm famn under en energifattig och oinspirerad höst. Lite depp, lite punk och en hel del bombasm.

Authentically Plastic - Raw Space M: Tror jag gillar för det låter som tren né blandat med Craig Leon och fungerat som inspiration. Monotont, rytmiskt och tribeigt.

Martin Hederos - Hederos C/O Satie R: Vi stannar kvar i Sverige en liten stund till och ett annat återseende. I början av 2000-talet var The Soundtrack of Our Lives stora. En våg av retrorock sköljde över oss. Martin Hederos spelade diverse klaviaturinstrument där, men gjorde inte så mycket väsen av sig annars. Det var ju i grund och botten ett gitarrdrivet band. Nu långt senare har jag fått upp ögonen för honom och hans mångsidighet. Bland annat med Tonbruket. I år släppte han en skiva där han improvisera på den klassiska kompositören Saties stycken. Två traditioner möts, klassisk och jazz. Den här typen av klassisk musik har dock något som passar för det här. Det är en stillsam och mysig pianoskiva för vintermörkret. Finns en bra intervju med honom från P1 Kultur där han pratar om skivan och konceptet kring den.

Jonathan Johansson - Om vi får leva T: Absolut inte Jonathans bästa skiva men ändå en skiva som jag har lyssnat mycket på i år. Lite säkrare och tråkigare än skivan innan som är snudd på ett mästerverk. Det är fortfarande Jonathan och då blir det sällan dåligt. Bästa låtar: Varje Regnbåge och På boulevarden.

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Changes D: Sist ut blir ett sista minuten-fynd tack vare Macke. Popigare och ett av de få av KGatLW’s album som utmärker sig med ett mer unikt sound. En hel del flöjt dessutom.

[onbrokenglass]

Hello there!

This blog is mainly for finding roleplays. I roleplay exclusively on Discord (I love making private servers) and am 21+, so minors please DNI. Style-wise I can adapt to my partner, though my favourite way to write is lit for those juicy, introspective moments. NSFW friendly, and I like all sorts of pairs from fxf, mxf, mxm, to any nb pairs. Platonic and found family are fun too!

My messages are always open for people interested in writing with me! I promise I don’t bite, even if some of my muses do.

Under the cut is a list of characters I’ll thread with (who I’d like to play is bolded, if both are bolded I can do either or), though it’s by no means exhaustive. Regardless of how old this post gets, you can message me at any time for those on this list.

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Ships (Canon)

Anakin Skywalker x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Atton Rand x Female Exile

Aviendha x Elayne Trakand

Beatrice x Battler Ushiromiya

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle

Carmy Berzatto x Sydney Adamu

Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross

Dale Cooper x Harry Truman

Daniel Solace x Maura Franklin

Dick Grayson x Wally West

Dracula x Mina Harker

Elend Venture x Vin

Emma Larsimon x Marianne

Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Erik Lehnsherr x Charles Xavier

Ethan Winters x Karl Heisenberg

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Harry du Bois x Kim Kitsuragi

James Delaney x Lorna Bow

Joe Goldberg x Forty Quinn

Joe Goldberg x Love Quinn

John Constantine x Bruce Wayne

John Constantine x Lucifer

Jon Kent x Damian Wayne (either aged up or still young, but if they’re young absolutely no NSFW)

Jonas Kahnwald x Martha Nielsen (any iterations)

Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa

Kaz Brekker x Jesper Fahey

Kyle Hyde x Brian Bradley

Kevin x Ilonka Pawluk

Laurent of Vere x Damen of Akielos

Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield

Marius Josipovic x Julia Bowman

Marius Josipovic x Taylor Bowman

Mat Cauthon x Elayne Trakand

Mat Cauthon x Rand al’Thor

Mat Cauthon x Tuon Paendrag

Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Mike Ross x Harvey Specter

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Layla El-Faouly

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Nate Fick x Brad Colbert

Nate Jacobs x  Maddy Perez

Nathan Prescott x Max Caulfield

Percy Jackson x Nico di Angelo

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth

Rob Ryan x Cassie Maddox (book verse)

Roman Godfrey x Peter Rumancek

Ronald Speirs x Carwood Lipton

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

Stephen Holder x Sarah Linden

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Thomas Shelby x Alfie Solomons

Tomas Ortega x Marcus Keane

Tyrell Wellick x Elliot Alderson

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Wolfgang Bogdanow x Kala Dandekar

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Ships (OC)

Alcina Dimetrescu x OC (female)

Atticus O’Sullivan x OC (any, supernatural or mythological)

Francis York Morgan x OC (any)

Holden Ford x OC (male, serial killer and/or detective)

John Constantine x OC (any)

Jonathan Reid x OC (any)

Peter Pan x OC (male, lost boy - no NSFW, though would feature dark themes as my Peter is inspired by the book The Child Thief. Would love platonic friends or enemies for this as well.)

Vanessa Ives x OC (any)

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Platonic

Carmy Berzatto & Richie Jerimovich

Dexter Morgan & Harrison Morgan

Five Hargreeves & Any Hargreeves Siblings

Hank Anderson & Connor

Jesse Pinkman & Walter White

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams

Kratos & Atreus

Moon Knight System (any against any)

Norman Bates & Dylan Massett

Peter Pan & Hook