#May ask 024

[rubbarband]

On Desmond's recommendation, Elizabeth approached Eliza's agency with a few relevant papers in hand. Hopefully mentioning her friend was enough, but just in case she wanted to have those on hand. -Ask-Subject-1

Continuation of rp here ||

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@ask-subject-1

Eliza's family mansion let her in, it seemed there was always someone wanting something from her, so she wasn't surprised by this request, but she'd still give a scrunched up look on her face as she looks over the paper, careful not top prick them with her claw.

Shaking her head she'd look to this Elizabeth.

"I'm very sorry, my family is very...personal about given out genetic code, blood included. You said earlier you're looking to make life better for people with frail bodies to make things easier on other people? I doubt my Lava would do that for you." She'd not tell her about her dragon regenerative abilities.

[rubbarbandnsfw]

Threesome meme

@walkerofclouds & @abrushwithdeath ???

Suggest two people for my muse to have a threesome with and they will respond with yes or no.

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"UH, Yes!" Des would clear his throat. "Uh you know if they want of course." His cheeks would get rosy

[sokumotanaka]

Is there something in RWBY that particularly grinds your gears that people don't really talk about or just kinda petty or miniscule?

RWBY based asked || God help me.

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There's two, whenever you accidentally run into a discussion on fights people saying the standard rwby characters can beat people like Superman or Blue Marvel or hulk they mention two feats that go nowhere.

Aura shield

The lightning dodge

Aura Shield

The first feat is a non sequitur because it's established in the show itself that a hard enough hit can one shot Aura so anyone strong enough to destroy a mountain can rock a Rwby character in a hit. And in addition to this if a Rwby character can be and is durable because of Aura, it would stand to reason someone without Aura would probably be more durable because thy don't need a magic shield.

Think of it like this- If yang gets bitten by a bear and her aura drops then batman gets bitter by a bear and the worst it does it hurt and annoy him- I'd argue batman has a more durable body- he also wears armor unlike Yang. How can you know if a RWBY character is more durable if being flung through a building if they constantly have protection? Wouldn't that make their pain tolerance weaker than the average fighter who deals with it a possible daily?

The lightning feat

Mercury dodging this lighting also ruined discussion on the series, everyone seems to think because of this dodge, that merc barely dodged btw (That's the point) That everyone can move at light speed- despite that not making any sense. Cause it wouldn't apply to people who didn't personally fight merc A. and B. ruby dodges his punch and he stands there like an idiot and she headbutts him so either the speed ain't consistent or mercury is a major dumbass who can't comprehend that people can...duck?

If anything it shows Merc alone can move fast, maybe yang but they aren't consistent with it so I choose to ignore it, sometimes characters can't outrun bullets, sometimes they can't move faster than people who don't have speed powers, or can't dodge a slow robot so I don't factor that in- but some people are so weirdly attached to it- I'm tired as hell of it.

That's just me though, as you said it's a small issue people turn into a mountain of bullshit, to the point it can become such a pain to deal with.

Thanks for reading - Sokumo

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Birthday Wish

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2440

Summary: Bucky’s birthday wish is to finally have you all to himself.

Warnings:  Pure Smut, P in V, Unprotected sex, Oral (M & F).

A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday. The squares filled are “Confetti” & "Balloons." (card #4B 024) 

A/N 2: Thank you to my betas @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @nekoannie-chan Thank you to @fictional-affairs for the header. Thank you to @whimsicalrogers for the divider

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If there was one thing Bucky enjoyed now in life, it was his birthday. He celebrated it with his close friends every year as it brought a sense of happiness to his day. The room was filled with balloons and Sam was shooting confetti canisters in the air just to annoy Buck. The cake came out and everyone sang the birthday song to him. 

“Blow out the candles and make a wish.” You chimed in.

Bucky only wanted one thing for his birthday and that was you. Bucky was watching you from across the table laughing with Nat. God what he wouldn’t give to finally get you under him in his bed. You had teased him earlier that if he wished for it then it may come true.

Testing the waters Bucky looked at you smirking and blew the candles out. He watched as you bit your bottom lip and fluttered your eyelashes at him. Yeah, he knew you wanted it as well.

Both you and Bucky have been friends for years now. You started dating each other months ago as you both had so much in common. You both wanted to wait to sleep with the other but now the wait was unbearable. You swore if he didn’t make his move tonight you were going to.

The party continued for a couple of hours when Steve and Sam approached Bucky.

“Your wonderful woman over there, jerk, has been sending you signals all night.” Steve chuckled as he patted Bucky’s shoulder. 

Sam chimed in, “So go get your girl and leave.”

Bucky looked from his friends then to you. You were wearing a cute blue dress that came just above your knees. Bucky could see you rubbing your legs together.

“Yeah I’m going to head out, see you later.” 

Nat and you were talking about your night ahead of you. Nat was giving you tips in case you needed it. But once you both saw Bucky heading your way you knew what was to come. 

“Hey, doll. Are you ready to go?” Bucky asked.

Taking the last swig of your drink you nodded your head at him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You replied. 

Bucky’s flesh hand reached for yours and you held him as you left together. 

You headed outside and started to walk together towards Bucky’s house which wasn’t far from Steve’s. 

“So what did you wish for Buck?” You asked. You looked at him with innocent eyes.

Bucky turned to you and smiled. “I can’t tell you that doll or it might not come true. 

The thoughts that ran through your mind sent chills down your spine. This man was going to ruin you for all others. Not that you wanted any other man. Bucky was perfect for you. He was always a gentleman with the kindest heart when around you. He was also protective of you and made sure you were as safe as can be. Tonight though was going to be something special. You both have been patiently waiting for the other to be ready and clearly, tonight was going to be it. 

You reached his house and Bucky led the way up the stairs. He unlocked the door and had you follow him in. He closed the door and locked it then tossed his keys on the counter. Before you knew it he was standing in front of you gazing into your eyes.

“You know if you’re not ready we don’t have to do this. We can just cuddle and watch TV. I don’t want you to feel pressured in any way.” Bucky held your hands, rubbing the backs of them with both thumbs as he tried to soothe you.

Shaking your head you squeezed his fingers. “No, I don’t want to wait another minute. I want this Buck, that’s if you’ll have me.”

Bucky shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it on a chair. You kicked off your heels as he undid his boots. Leaving them both in front of the door he led you to his bedroom. His room was spacious with a large bed in the room. You’ve been in here before to cuddle and make out but nothing further than that. Bucky led you to the bed and you both sat down.

“I’m gonna be honest, I'm a little nervous. It’s been decades since I… you know, I’ve done anything like this.”

“Well it’s been years for me too Bucky so why don’t we start slow.” You suggested as he nodded his head at you.  

You stood from the bed and turned your back to him so he could unzip your dress. Taking your cue he unzipped the dress slowly. When he finished you let the dress pool at your feet leaving you in just your matching light blue lacy bra and panties. Turning around you nervously put your hands next to your sides and gazed at Bucky whose mouth was open in shock of your beauty. 

“Like what you see?” Your cheeks warmed from how Bucky was staring at you.

Bucky was just staring back at you. He was taking in your beauty and how soft you looked. How was he supposed to not hurt you with his strength? “God you are beautiful.”

He stood as well and peeled his black shirt off his body. It was your turn to stare at him as he pushed his black pants to the floor leaving him in just his boxer briefs and dog tags. He kicked his pants off to the side and both of you stood in silence taking one another in. Bucky’s vibranium hand lightly caressed your cheek showing you he would be gentle with you. 

You sighed into his hand and closed your eyes feeling his hand go from your cheek to your shoulder. You opened your eyes and were met with his blue eyes. There was longing in them and you decided you needed to be the one to break the ice. Gently your hands caressed his muscular body and you could hear his breath hitch. You lightly pushed him toward the bed and he complied. Once he sat on the bed you straddled his lap and kissed him. The kiss was slow as tongues caressed one another. You let out a small moan and Bucky deepened the kiss. His hands both warm and cold caressed your back and made their way to the back of your bra where he opened it gently. The bra was then cast aside leaving you half naked before him. 

Bucky gently lifted you and turned you both around so your back hit the bed. His mouth started trailing kisses down the side of your neck and sucked just below your ear causing you to groan a little. His mouth descended from your neck and kissed over your breasts. He licks around your nipple and sucks on it gently while his vibranium fingers play with the other one. His left-hand rolls your nipple gently while he sucks on the other one making your breath speed up. Then he switches to the other breast to give it the same treatment and his right hand plays with your right nipple. 

You can feel your panties becoming soaked just from him playing with your breasts. His cock is centered over your mound and you roll your hips to get some friction from him. Grinding into him causes Bucky to moan as he rolls his hips into you. His lips find yours and you both are making out again while continuing to dry hump each other. After a couple of minutes, Bucky stops.

“If we keep this up I’ll be cumming before we even start.” He breathlessly says.

You nod your head trying to catch your breath. That’s when Bucky starts kissing his way down your body. Every soft kiss is driving you wild and all you want to do is sink your teeth into him. But you let him continue until he gets to your panties. 

“God, you're soaked.” He pulls your panties down your legs and throws them over his shoulder. “I need to have a taste of you.”

You part your legs wide to allow him access to you. “Please Bucky I need you,” you beg him.

“Don’t worry doll, I will take care of you.” 

Bucky throws your legs over each shoulder and pulls you as close to his mouth as he can. His eyes lock with yours as he licks a long stripe through your pussy and kisses your clit. Every flick of his tongue through your petals, every suckle of his lips on your clit has you moaning in pleasure. 

“Ohmygod Bucky!”

Your hands find their purchase in Bucky’s hair as he continues to eat you out like a man starved. He moves his right hand up to where his mouth is and briefly pulls away. He inserts not one but two thick fingers inside of you and curls them just right which has you so close to coming. Bucky feels your walls tighten around his fingers as his vibranium thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it in tight circles. 

That’s all you need before you cum hard for Bucky. Your toes curl as your arousal coats his hand and wrist. He works you through your orgasm and you shake from overstimulation. Bucky pulls away slowly and kisses your pussy one more time before he crawls up your body to kiss you on your lips.

You taste yourself on his tongue and hum your approval. You kiss for a few minutes before you finally push on his chest. “Now it’s my time to taste you, Sergeant.” You grab his dog tags giving him one last kiss before you both switch positions. 

Bucky lays on his back as you kneel before him. He lifts his hips as you pull his boxer briefs down his thick thighs and you throw them off the bed. You slowly make your descent down his body and gently grab his hard thick cock. You pump him up and down several times gauging his reaction. Bucky bites his bottom lip and nods his head at you encouraging you to take control. 

You lean down and lick some of the precum that is leaking down his shaft. Swirling your tongue around the tip a few times you finally take him down your throat. Taking him deep causes a groan of your name to leave his lips as you bob your head up and down his cock. His flesh hand grabs your hair and he fucks up into your throat causing you to gag around him. 

“Fuck, doll, that’s it.”

You both work together in tandem bringing Bucky closer and closer to his release. When your hand goes to fondle his balls that's what tips Bucky over causing him to cum deep in your throat with a loud groan. You swallow every last drop.

You pull off with a pop and you hear Bucky groan again. Crawling up his body you lay next to him for a minute. Bucky rolls to his side facing you and smiles. 

“That was incredible, doll. But I hate to break it to you…” He looks down at his cock and your eyes follow his. Bucky is already hard.

“Oh my. You’re already ready?” You asked, shocked by how hard he already is.

Bucky chuckles, “I’m ready whenever you are, no rush. It’s just I haven’t had sex in so long and I’m desperate to be inside your pussy.”

You lay on your back and spread your legs for him. “If you want it, take it. It’s all yours. But Bucky, don’t hold back.”

Bucky was on you in a heartbeat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Smiling at him you respond, “You could never hurt me Bucky. Now please fuck me.”

That’s all he needed to hear as he grabs his cock and rubs it through your wet pussy a few times. Making sure he is completely covered in your arousal Bucky places his tip at your entrance and slowly pushes into you.

Both of you release a moan and groan from the sensation. His cock is stretching you out with every inch he pushes inside you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your heels press into his lower back until he is fully inside you.

Bucky pulls out slowly and pushes back in. In and out, the rhythm is slow and steady. He is afraid of hurting you and takes his time. He kisses your neck just below your ear making you whimper from the sensation of his beard lightly tickling you.

You whine every time he bottoms out inside you. But you just need more of him.

“Bucky, I need you to go harder. Please, I need it.”

He looks up into your eyes and understands. His pace starts to pick up as he thrusts harder and faster into your tight pussy. This is what you needed and you cried out his name. 

“Bucky!”

God, it feels good as he pounds into you over and over again. One hand is holding onto his bicep while the other hand is holding onto his dog tags that were swinging in your face. You hold on for dear life as he takes you apart. 

Quickly he sneaks his right hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit. With a hard thrust you are cumming hard around his cock and your body tenses up, your walls are so tight Bucky cums deep inside you with a shout of your name as he rides out his high with a few more thrusts.

Bucky comes to a stop and looks down at you. You're a beautiful sight as you lay there underneath him and look blissed out. He leans down to kiss you on your lips before he slowly pulls out of you.

He sneaks out of bed and goes to clean himself up quickly. Then he brings back a towel and cleans you up. Discarding the towel in his hamper he crawls back into bed and pulls your body close to his.

Bucky rubs soothing circles on your back and you hum out in contentment. 

“This has to be the best birthday gift I have had in forever. Thank you for this gift.” Bucky whispers against your hair.

You look up at him and smile. “I’m happy I could give myself to you so intimately. I can’t wait to do this again with you. You made me feel so loved.” 

“I’m glad you feel that way ‘cause I’m so in love with you doll.”

“I love you too, Bucky. More than you will ever know. Happy birthday Buck.”

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[corpseri]

ᝰ.ᐟ serenity | 024 (route 1)

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ novel: twtptflob/roxana

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ databank: here

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ word count: 2.3k

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ tags: @evaxmisu, @00hellohello00, @welpthisisboring, @hsrvl264, @flyingpansaurus, @semi-wife, @elvinapandra

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the next day:

you wake up slowly, the weight of sleep still heavy on your body. the unfamiliar hardness of the bed beneath you is a stark contrast to the soft mattress of agriche. for a brief moment, you forget where you are, but the memory of yesterday quickly floods back. right. my dad’s place.

pushing the covers off, you sit up and stretch, glancing around the room. the morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the furniture. the air is still, calm. too calm.

you rise to your feet and step out of the room. as you make your way to the living room, which is only a few steps away, the sound of voices reaches your ears. one voice is unmistakably your father’s, deep and steady. the other belongs to dion, smooth yet laced with something unreadable. you pause at the doorway, peering inside.

dion and your father stand across from one another, their expressions unreadable. the tension in the room is subtle but present. they seem to notice your presence at the same time, both turning their gazes to you.

“ah, you’re awake,” your father says, “i hope we weren’t too loud. did you sleep well?” he asks as if he cares about me. did his parental instinct after eighteen years finally come back to life?

you nod. “yeah, thanks for the hospitality, i guess.”

dion turns to you, his expression indifferent. “we should be going.”

your father studies you for a moment before nodding. “this is a cruel and unforgiving world we find ourselves in. do yourself a favor and try not to die.”

you roll your eyes. “our world is just as bad, if not worse. i don’t need advice from a single father of three who’s got nothing going for himself.”

“tsk, such a rude girl. your mother would be so disappointed in you.”

“i think mother would be more disappointed in herself for marrying such a sleazebag. maybe her death was beneficial for her to see the true nature of her husband from heaven.”

“you think she went to heaven?”

you hesitate for just a second before turning on your heel. without another word, you and dion step outside, leaving your father’s house behind.

the journey back to agriche is quiet at first, the two of you walking side by side down the dirt path. the sun is bright overhead, but the air is crisp, the cool wind tugging at your clothes as you make your way to the stable just outside the town where the horses lay. you glance at dion from the corner of your eye. his expression is unreadable, as always.

you clear your throat. “what were you and my father talking about?”

dion doesn’t break stride. “nothing important.”

you frown. “nothing important?”

he tilts his head slightly, as if in thought. “he simply asked how i knew where he lived.”

you wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. his tone suggests that the conversation is over. fine. if he doesn’t want to tell me, i won’t push it. he probably said something to tick him off.

turning your gaze back to the road, you let the silence stretch between you as the stable comes into view. you both straddle the horse as you venture off until agriche comes into view. the towering mansion looms ahead, dark and ominous against the bright sky. a figure stands near the entrance, waiting.

lante.

his piercing gaze locks onto you as you approach, and the disdain in his expression is palpable. “fun trip?” his voice turns cold, sharp. “how dare you leave the mansion without my permission?”

before you can speak, dion steps forward, his voice as nonchalant as ever. “it was important,” he says. “there may be others from their world residing here. i brought her along to see if she recognized anyone.”

lante’s interest is piqued. his eyes narrow slightly. “is there anyone?”

you shake your head. “no. we found no one.”

lante clicks his tongue in annoyance, his expression darkening. “don’t leave again. if you do, i’ll have your head.”

you bow your head slightly in acknowledgment. not that i had much of a choice in the matter anyway. without another word, you step past him, making your way inside.

as you head toward your room, a familiar figure comes into view. griselda stands in the hallway, her presence as graceful and composed as ever. it’s been a while since you last saw her.

deciding to take the opportunity, you approach her. “it’s been a while.”

she turns to you, a small smile playing on her lips. “it has,” she agrees. “i trust you’ve been putting your lessons to good use?”

you nod. “of course.”

she studies you for a moment before giving a satisfied nod. “good. i hope you’ve been well.”

“i have,” you reply. “and you?”

she exhales softly. “the days have been dull. ever since yggdrasil, time has blurred together.”

you nod in understanding. “i feel the same. but ever since cassis came to the estate, things have become more… colorful.”

griselda chuckles. “that’s one way to put it. how long do you think the pedelian boy will last?”

you hesitate. i hope he survives for a long time. well, longer than three years. but you can’t say that aloud. instead, you offer a carefully worded response. “i don’t think he’ll last until the end of the month.”

griselda hums in amusement. “a shame.”

you recall the events of the original story — how roxana and cassis’s story unfolded before the three—year time skip. the month is almost over. soon, cassis will be free. well, i hope so. i wonder what roxana did with her lack of illusion butterflies?

griselda’s gaze lingers on you. “and dion? how has he been treating you?”

you pause, glancing around. dion is nowhere in sight. when did he disappear? was he still talking to lante? turning back to griselda, you answer carefully, “he’s been fine.”

she raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but choosing not to press further. “i was a bit worried,” she admits. “he’s… dense when it comes to romance, and everything outside of brute force and murder. but i’m glad you’re safe.”

you smile faintly. “thank you.” changing the subject, you ask, “how’s your sorcery coming along?”

griselda’s eyes brighten slightly. “i’m glad you remembered. it’s going well. though, i must admit, i’m getting quite bored. i wish something happened that will pique my interest.”

you’re about to ask her what she considers ‘interesting’ when a firm hand suddenly rests on your shoulder. you tense, turning your head to see dion standing beside you.

“go back to our room,” he says, his voice leaving no room for argument.

you sigh but nod. “it was nice catching up, griselda. i hope something interesting happens for you soon.”

she chuckles, waving a hand. “likewise.”

with that, you and dion walk away, his presence beside you both a comfort and a weight. the halls of agriche stretch before you, dark and uncertain, much like the path ahead.

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the heat clings to your skin like a second layer, suffocating and relentless. sweat trickles down your temple, dampening your pillow as you stir awake, heart pounding against your ribs. you push yourself up, rubbing your arms against the cool night air that suddenly feels too thin.

dion should be here. he was with you when you fell asleep. you reach out instinctively, your fingers brushing against the empty space beside you. the sheets are still slightly warm.

he wouldn’t just leave… would he?

your breath hitches. you rack your brain for any conversation, any hint that he had somewhere to be. no mission. no summons. he had promised to stay.

swallowing down unease, you slide off the bed. the cold stone floor sends a shiver up your spine as you creep toward the door. you hesitate before pushing it open, the hallway beyond illuminated only by the silver light of the moon filtering through high windows. shadows stretch long and jagged against the walls, warping with your every step.

the silence is deafening. each footstep echoes through the vast corridors of the castle, making you hyper—aware of your own presence. you try to ignore the way the fine hairs on your arms stand up, the gnawing sense that something isn’t right digging into your ribs like claws.

where are you, didi?

minutes pass — or perhaps hours. time warps in the dark. your mind whispers warnings, but you shove them aside. then, just as you consider returning to your chambers, faint voices drift through the corridor ahead.

you freeze.

your breath catches as you strain to listen.

a door is slightly ajar, golden light slipping through the crack. the voices within murmur, low and urgent. you inch closer, careful to keep your shadow from betraying you. your pulse quickens as the conversation sharpens into something sinister.

then — a sharp, enraged yell shatters the quiet.

you flinch, instinctively clamping a hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp. your pulse thunders in your ears as you press yourself against the cold stone wall, breath shallow.

“that bitch… you dare to make a fool out of me?!”

lante. you would recognize that voice anywhere. the authority, the venom, the barely—contained fury.

your stomach churns.

“after i gave you that toy, you dare to make a plan for him to escape agriche?!” a heavy stomp follows. then, a sickening crunch. the unmistakable sound of bones snapping.

you shudder.

who—? no. you already know.

roxana.

your veins run cold. does he know? there’s no way! he can’t be talking about roxana. no, no, he can’t. maybe it’s a half—sibling.

lante’s voice drops to something quieter, but no less dangerous. “kill her, dion. then, kill that blue bastard after. i was planning to feed him to the beasts, but he is not deserving of such mercy.”

no.

your chest tightens. this isn’t happening. this isn’t real. this shouldn’t be happening.

you need to leave. now.

moving quickly, you press yourself into the nearest shadowed corner, peeking just enough to see the door swing open. lante strides out, his face carved in fury, guards flanking him like specters. you don’t dare breathe. the seconds drag, heavy and suffocating, as they pass by. finally, he disappears around a corner, his footsteps fading.

you count to ten. then twenty. when you’re sure it’s safe, you sprint barefoot across the hallway toward the door.

your hands shake as you push it open just enough to peek inside.

dion is staring directly at you.

your blood turns to ice.

the flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows across his face, but nothing can disguise the blood splattered across his clothes, dripping from his fingers.

your gaze drops—

roxana lies motionless on the ground. a pool of crimson seeps from her, her breaths coming in shallow, weak gasps. her once—beautiful face is ruined — her eyes gouged out, arms ripped from their sockets. a knife juts from her torso, buried deep.

your stomach lurches.

she tilts her head toward you, lips parting, blood staining her teeth. her voice is barely a whisper.

“i… should have killed you when i had the chance.”

then, silence.

you stumble backward, a choked sob tearing from your throat as you hit the floor.

“what… what have you done?”

dion steps forward, unbothered, wiping his hands on his already bloodstained sleeve. “what you wanted me to do.”

your head jerks up. “what?”

he watches you, expression unreadable. “your father informed me of events that you refused to tell me.” the room tilts. your mind races. “he told me that after all these years, i failed,” dion continues, voice unnervingly even. “that i became weak. that i let her control me. that i never took up the sword again.” his gaze flickers, locking onto your tear—streaked face. “he said you didn’t tell me because you wanted me to yourself.”

your breath catches. “you… he…”

dion opens the door completely, crouching before you, gloved fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “is this not enough to prove my loyalty to you?”

you tremble beneath his touch. your voice is barely above a whisper. “...he lied.”

dion’s grip tightens slightly. “what?”

your chest heaves.

“he lied to you!” the words tear from your throat as you shove his hands away, scrambling back. “you believed him? you believed my father over me?!” your voice cracks, raw with betrayal, with agony. “you killed the only person who could have ensured your survival!”

dion remains still, watching as your sobs wrack through your body.

then you run.

the walls blur, your vision clouded with tears as you flee, the weight of the night crashing down upon you.

your feet slap against the cold stone, breath coming in ragged gasps. the corridors twist and shift like a nightmare, the castle suddenly feeling more like a cage than a home. your mind screams at you to keep moving, but panic claws at your throat, threatening to choke you.

you hear footsteps behind you. not chasing — but following. steady. unhurried.

“where are you going?” dion’s voice is calm, but it echoes through the hallway like a death sentence.

“away from you! i can’t be with you anymore,”

then, a whisper against your skin, barely audible over your pounding heart:

“then what was i supposed to believe?”

i’m gonna die. cassis will be killed, and there will be nothing left. everything i did, everything that happened to me, all for nothing. “i’m gonna die… i’m gonna die here. i don’t want to die…”

i want to go home.

sylvia will kill everyone in three years— you pause, your steps coming to a halt, your tears dried on your face. three years. she will come in three years. i need to leave before then. far away, so she doesn’t find and kill me.

dion catches up to you in no time, stopping just before you. “we’re all gonna die soon,” you croak out, voice sore from yelling. “sylvia will kill us all,”

“not if i kill them first.”

“...what?”

“we’re leaving in two days.”

[vey-myname]

💫 take the stage ! | childe x reader • smau

・❥ pairing: dancesport! childe x f! reader

・❥ status: ongoing.

・❥ overview:

college has just started and you noticed that your college has a ballroom club. despite being mia in the dancesport scene for 3 years, with a hesitant yet excited heart, you decided to audition. as if the universe had a plan, you meet childe whom you become dance partners with for the rest of your college life. his personality may be different from yours but there is no denying your compatibility beyond dancing. when no one believes in you, even yourself, best believe he’ll always be the first person to believe in you.

・❥ themes:

smau, socmed au, college au, ballroom/dancesport partners to lovers, lots of innuendos lol, slightly heavy topics (personal issues, student issues, family issues), slight angst, unfiltered vulgar language, crack?, angst, fluff, suggestive content, timestamps don’t matter

・❥ warnings:

the content of this story contain vulgar language, family issues, and self issues such as self-doubt, self-crucifying, and belittling. should there be other topics and themes that may be triggering, i will add in this portion as well as tagging them in trigger warnings before the chapter starts.

reader discretion is advised.

take the stage masterlist [name]'s friends | childe bffs

chapters (💫 means written!) 001 • sometimes i still hear her voice… 002 • no. 003 • IM COPING 004 • YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE 005 • audition day ! (💫) 006 • will you judge me 007 • story time 😝 008 • is this who i think it is? 009 • ayo? 010 • i’ll see you later? 011 • congratulations to this couple 012 • if you’ll let me (💫) 013 • OH. 014 • a little birdie told me 015 • done! 016 • ajax support group 017 • shush baby girl 018 • that’s on you 019 • ? 020 • uh oh 021 • 022 • 023 • 024 • 025 • 026 • 027 • 028 • 029 • 030 • 031 • 032 • 033 • 034 • 035 • 036 • 037 • 038 • 039 • 040 •

˚₊· taglist: open~ send an ask or comment to be added! *ੈ✩‧₊˚ @kyon-cherri @tendo-shairdye @youraggedybitch @imnotyizhuo

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GIG OPPORTUNITY 024

last week, we've posted an announcement and, at the end of it, asked for a like to confirm that it has been read. for all the muns who liked the post, here's a surprise reward of +5 NOTORIETY for all your muses.

for reference, here’s a list of the muses rewarded ( and if we forgot about you or one of your muses, let us know! ) you may use this post as proof of your points sheet.

ahn yein

bae heejin

bae nathan

bae sojin

baek byeongkwan

carter jaejin

cha hyoseop

cha sori

chae rua

chen maylin

cho iseul

cho minkyu

choi junkyu

choi kai

gong hyejoo

han jisoo

han noeul

han rowon

han seunghyun

hirawa emi

ito mio

jeon haru

jo eunwoo

kang maximilian

kang minjun

kang yoojoon

kim cherry

kim jinhyuk

kim jinseo

kim jinyoung

kim nayoung

kim sehun

kim seyoon

kim yujin

kuramoto misaki

kurosawa akio

kwon baekhyun

kwon hyuntae

kwon sena

lee hyunsoo

lee jiho

lee minji

lee yushin

lim sanghyun

liu yuxi

mae jasper

min hanbin

min soyoun

moon hayoung

moon jiah

moon jino

moon somin

nam gyuri

noh areum

oh eunhye

okamoto kentaro

park hyukjae

park seojin

park sujin

park taeha

park zoe

seo minseo

seo nina

seo yura

shin jieun

son nabi

su parker

sung haneul

takanashi asami

won yeonwoo

xu lili

yamashita ichika

yang aeri

yoo haemin

yoon bitna

yu milan

zheng leo

[originsrebirth]

theseus dillema .

[ PROGRAM / Overdrive : week 1 ] : starter for @immovablewill .

having split off from the rest of their team , the two made their way towards the back alley , mei had her own reasons for wishing to head there , aside from thinking it would be a place where she could buy information off of people -- had she had intentions of hoping to find someone she could rob some chrome off of ? well , they can brush past that for now .

the heap , a place always seeming on the move , only managing to find it by pure luck was as good as striking gold , if they needed information , this would be the place to get it , she's gonna need to get lucky , with only eighty-one credits to her name , worth while information may be hard to come by .

she first took a look around , her eyes looking for anyone who stood out -- right away , two people caught her eye , a rather expensive looking man , who looked . . . rather out of her price range , she'd probably go broke trying to get information out of him , so she'd go for the second option .

the only man in this place without anything covering his face had caught her attention , he stood out from the rest for better or for worse , fingers tapping upon a holographic screen at speeds she couldn't keep up with .

mei slowly approached , which had caused him to dart up , as if daring her to step closer -- she looked over him for a moment , she couldn't sense any violence . . . more like he was the sassy type , so she took another step closer , him speaking up right away .

" what's your issue? need something? go find it somewhere else. "

she wasted little time with small talk , cutting straight to the chase .

" apologies -- i don't mean to bother you , i was just hoping you might have some information to spare , i could buy it off of you , of course ."

" if you can afford it, " he grunts, " what're you after? "

" we're looking for someone -- a woman with gray hair and violet eyes , we had heard she's been around here lately , would you have happened to spot anyone fitting such a description ? "

code 024 , to be specific . . . someone who apparently went off the radar and became a sympathizer , little is known , so it's quite hard to ask around with such limited information .

“ five bucks and i’ll answer. ”

. . . only five credits for the information ? it took little hesitation to hand it over .

“ nope, haven’t seen shit. she got a name? ”

a sigh , that made sense . . . she'd move onto a more bold and direct ask . " would a code work ?"

he raises a brow. " huntin' syndicate? brave. sure. "

" you seemed like the the type to not mind so long as the payment was met , am i wrong ? 024 . " it was a gamble , but judging by a reaction , he didn't know nothing . was said nothing what she was looking for ?

he taps away at his hologram a moment, then grimaces. " this isn't just any ask, y'know. that's high security info you're after. fifty-five, and consider a tip for the trouble. "

a hefty price . . . being as she's already down 76 credits , that would leave them with very little for other information or things they might need . " quite a hefty price for information i don't know if you have or not , you charged me low for information you didn't have , but charging me high for information i'm unsure of . . . "

so why not make an attempt at bartering ?

he didn't seem too pleased , letting out quiet grumbles as the two discuss momentarily , seems he'd settle for fifty , at least that's five credits saved . . . she handed it over , as agreed .

with a grunt and a lot more tapping, your man does his job. “ i won’t jack your tech, swear, but for the bargain i won’t promise not to leave a stray virus. ” another few taps and your peripheral lights up with a date entry that reads: 024, special attack code: rebuild status, complete system overwrite: deceased “ your girl’s a syndicate legend. double digit codes mean business, and it looks like she’s the only surviving member of whatever shitfest she was assigned to. ” a shrug, your peripheral darkens again. “ won’t leave anything that’ll get you or me in any trouble on your drives, don’t worry. ” he adjusts, moves to stand up. “ they rebuilt her, she ran. looks like she’s be spotted a few places by now, doesn’t go by her code anymore either. can’t track a name, though. seems she’s got a runner of her own keeping it off anything i can find. ”

she took mental note of all this -- some quite valuable information she's been given , rebuilt and fleed , huh . . . that's strange , it's a situation where one has to wonder if you're even the same person after being rebuilt , but those thoughts are for later on . " i think that's quite a great bit of help . . . i'd ask about the last place she'd been spotted , but . . i'm not sure if i'm able to afford that , so i think we'll keep moving , if that's alright . "

the man gives a thumbs up before mei turns away , taking a step back as her attention turns towards Sara , she had just spent quite a while talking with the other , perhaps Sara had something she wanted to say or ask .

[res-no100982978]

024 02MOON 29

We got more entries yesterday. Letters, unsigned, that filled me with a level of dread I have not felt in ages. The words read like a new cycle of bishop, but the thing that scared me most was the mention of the uprising starting within the walls. If they know about us, why be so lenient with it? Why not stop the rebellion starting in the walls instead of focusing on who resides out in Trench?

My friends outside have kept me updated the best they can, even while I disappeared, but there's still so much unknown to them and myself. So I went looking in the only place that might hold any answer.

Walking through the streets, a smiling corps stopped me in the street. Seeing him made me want to run knowing it was the kind of trickery the bishops could do, however, something about his familiar warm smile and way he held himself made me stop. He spoke of collecting all of those in the FPE underground, of teaching them ways of the outside. Needless to say, I did yap his ear off for making me think he was dead, but he explained things to me. His new ability, the strange dreams he was always vague about, and how those momentos of hope used to seemingly appear in my cell when he was away. Keeping hope alive even in death was very like him.

I didn't learn until the end of the meeting that he had been seized by another old friend. im still unsure how to feel about it

He asked for my help gathering the FPE's ready to be free, a strange thing coming from a face we both knew and loved and voice that wasn't his, but I eagerly agreed. We found the people and a place to meet, a place he could quietly teach them of what lay beyond the walls and ways to leave. He shared a plan, something I can not share here, with the wrong prying eyes and perked ears.

Overcompensation was a word he used a lot, something not many had considered before. Overcorrecting to stop from falling off the deep end at the bend we are quickly approaching. I hadn't considered it before, but he's never steered me wrong before.

My mind is still running with everything that happened during the meet. I want to stand by his side once more, but something in the back of my mind tells me to hang back just a bit. Wether it's just precaution, Reisdro's teachings trying to tug me back, or something more is unknown, what I do know is that we will need to push hard in a direction we have never pushed before and do so without fear of what if's. Maybe I'll find where I belong in the process.

To any on the fence who are unsure of what side to fall on, may this push you one side or the other.

Let this be a message:

It's time to act.

It's time to be brave.

For Clancy.

-Echo

[autonomousxselves]

//Blog update regarding changes to my muse list

Muses:

Kyouka Sayama: I have found a FC icon set for her! I may begin tossing her out soon for both 1999 and later times. A:TFM muses finally coming to fruition -v- I do have to pick a social link arcana for her but she does not have a Persona (for now?). Currently accepting asks.

Yu Narukami: I really just have to get icons from the manga I already have saved for other P4 characters and to add his name to the list, he is also pretty much ready to go. Currently accepting asks.

Erina/Eri Natsuhara: I really feel like I need a FC for her/them since there's no official P5T manga that I know of and there's not exactly a lot of images of them in the game beyond portraits. If anyone has a good match please do share!! Currently accepting asks.

Souto Aizawa: Still not entirely sure whether I'll add him as well but I would like to. No new FC yet. I'll toss some things in later. Needs a social link arcana, probably Hierophant. No Persona (also for now?).

Labrys: I've beaten the first part of Arena Ultimax and have links to some icons others made for her(as well as for Shadow Labrys and even for #024!), as soon as I'm ready I'll be reblogging those and officially adding her. ^^

Test Muses: May accept asks.

Goro Akechi: Idk WHAT changed, I did not originally have a muse for him (I do like him as a character) but something recently is possessing me to reconsider. If I take him then he will also be ready and just need some icons from manga I have saved.

Zen and Rei: While there's a fairly limited time pool to write them from, I would also be willing to write them in any time period. Would have to discuss the circumstances with you beforehand if so.

Hikari: If I keep her out, I would prefer her to be starting at 14 or 15 around 2007. I refuse the canon ending of PQ2 post credits lol. Of course since I'm breaking that rule if you really wanted, I could have her be 15 in 2009, 2011 or 2016 as well.

Maki Sonomura: My poor P1 muses have had exactly 0 interactions and that's all on me, but also now I'm tentatively adding Maki to the list after replaying it. Also willing to write her in any time period at her correct age.

Spot changes:

Muses moved to secondary position due to inactivity or having less personal interest: Minako, Maiko, Bebe, Metis, Teddie. Still accepting asks.

Muses I may remove due to losing the feel for them or reconsidering: Maya Amano, Shinya Oda

Verses:

S.E.E.S Ryoji Mochizuki: He's literally ready to be written I'm just too lazy to write a short verse intro in the character doc and haven't had the time to make a "like this for a starter" post just quite yet. But... Currently accepting asks.

Persona User Nanako Dojima: She might have a FC now, still needs a Persona and perhaps more story. If you're reading this and have suggestions for her Persona please lmk! I would prefer Japanese mythology for her considering the P4 team but it's not a strict rule.

[rubbarband]

I will take one IC fact and one OOC fact for that star meme please! (I’m having trouble with the stars lol)

Send me a ★ for an IC fact or send me a ☆ for an OOC fact.

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@always-together

★ for an IC fact

Not many people know this but Des and his family are insane for wrestling matches, they watch them on TV and go to public matches and get absolutely into it. It's a way to let loose stress in this hectic world. Bring it up once and Des will talk your ear off about it for hours.

☆ for an OOC fact.

I'm pretty boring actually...uh I have a pet tortoise, that's the most interesting thing about me, I'm just an NPC you'd forget about otherwise.

His name is goliath

[rubbarbandnsfw]

Threesome memesome >:3

@hakkouname & @hana-akari

Suggest two people for my muse to have a threesome with and they will respond with yes or no.

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"Uhhh yes if they want..." Desmond seems to be gaining his own solar heat source, absolutely fascinating.

[fridayyy-13th]

Timothy Stoker n Sasha James for the blorbo bingo :]

@three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat

Tim:

so just the other day i got to MAG 065: Binary in my re-listen and i completely forgot about the argument Tim and Jon get into at the end of the episode. may i just say. ow. Tim's storyline hurts my soul beloved i'm so sorry :(((( his downward spiral is so painful to listen to; i hope he's having fun on his kayaking trip with Sasha. in both Tim and Sasha's cases, my opinion of them was fairly neutral in my first listen-through (moreso for Sasha, since she got so much less mic time), but in aforementioned re-listen i have now cried over both of them. specifically in MAG 039 and 065. and i likely will again. giving Tim a big ol' hug.

Sasha:

she!!!! :D :D when i re-listened to MAG 024: Strange Music and got to the calliope pronunciation bit, i literally could not stop smiling. my girl!! i love her!!! i treasure every single second she's on-audio, especially the two snippets we get in 161 and 162. she's so fascinating, certainly one of the most reckless of the archives crew (she snuck into a graveyard at midnight, without telling anyone where she was going, because a monster told her it wanted to help her save her friends, not to mention the fact she risked a wormy death to save Tim), and i am shaking her by the shoulders as we speak. and tbh, i'm real sad about the way fanon has warped her character, so a while back i went and listened to every scene she's in and made a whole list of observations about her Actual character and personality, so i knew how to portray her more accurately in my writing. fanon!Sasha my beloathed (and fanon!Tim too).

thank you both for the asks!! :D Tim and Sasha my beloveds <3 <3

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[sankta-starkova]

LETTERMAN

024; most likely too

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summary: the one where ej and andy realise that there may be some romantic feelings between them that hadn't been there before, or had they? the new year test this revelation

wordcount: 1.4k

The group all sat there in rehearsal, Andy yawning at how early in the morning it was.

"Hi, thank you all for coming to rehearsals in the morning. I know its a crazy day with the career fair and all but given all your behavior last week, I believe we are lucky to be rehearsing at all," Miss Jenn explained.

They could all hear the disappointment in her voice at the way that they had acted.

"Okay. I'm just gonna say it, Zack Roy stole out Beast mask. Why are you not freaking out?" Carlos questioned.

Andy nodded her head in agreement. EJ kept reaching over, brushing his finger against hers and smiling innocently whenever she shot him a glance telling him to stop or they'd expose themselves.

"Because winners don't freak out Carlos," Miss Jenn said, nodding her head, "When they go low, we sing high,

"Uh, have either of you seen Nini?" Ricky asked Big Red and Andy who were on either side of him.

"Every time I open Instagram," Big Red said, holding up his phone to show Ninis singing page.

"I think he means here in school," Andy explained and Big Red nodded his head.

"Okay let's rehearse. EJ, remember where you are emotionally, Belle has just rebuked your marriage proposal and LeFou is rallying the guys to boost you back up. Let's hit it," she said.

"Dont forget to start on your left foot at the start of the chorus," Gina said, turning to EJ and Andy.

"Thank you. Anything else?" He asked and Gina nodded.

"Dont be distracted by your girlfriend, I dont care how secret you two are, his heart eyes are gonna give it away," Gina said, smiling at them.

Andy felt the blush growing on her cheeks and she looked away, hoping that nobody had heard that.

"And don't fall over," Andy suggested, EJ laughed, smiling at her.

Every day it was becoming more and more difficult to not show their relationship off but he wanted Andy to feel comfortable, and if she wanted to wait a little while to tell everyone. He'd wait, he'd wait a hundred years for her if he had to.

Andy and Gina walked over to the stands, sitting in front of Ashlyn who cheered Big Red on.

Seb started playing the song and Big Red started singing. Everyone cheered him on.

It was hard for Andy to take her eyes off of EJ, despite the fact that Big Red was acing the performance.

Everyone applauded for them, EJ getting up at his part, "As a specimen yes I'm intimidating," he sang, flexing his muscles and shooting Andy a wink.

They continued to sing, Andy blushing profoundly at his gesture. "When I said don't be obvious, I didn't mean show of your muscles and flirt with your girlfriend," Gina said.

Andy chuckled, her face still burning as she looked at EJ. Gina smiled at her friend, the two laughing about it before focusing on his and Big Red performance.

He started juggling a bunch if eggs, everyone applauding him and Big Red. The boys were amazing, nobody able to compare to their talent.

"Dancers, glorious. Big Red, hilarious. And EJ, victorious," Miss Jenn said and he smiled, everyone applauding.

"Nice emotional connection to the material," Carlos said. EJ had the biggest grin on his face, smiling at the fact that he finally managed to get that right.

He had been wanting to be able to grow as an actor ever since and it was nice to know he'd finally gotten it right.

"And as much as I hate to break that connection, I'm afraid I'm the bearer of some bad news," Mr Mazzara said as he walked in, "We just got a call from the disciplinary board of an organisation I'm not sure even exists,"

He then explained that the production had to be shut down for a week as punishment for the trespassing. Everyone gasped, even though North High received the same punishment.

"Miss Jenn, we can't lose a whole week when we haven't even started blocking the second act yet," Carlos stated.

"We are going to keep our heads down and our chins up," she said unconvincing.

"I don't...I don't think thats physically possible," Seb said, trying to do it himself.

"Its an expression Sebastian," Miss Jenn scolded, not seeing the hurt expression on Sebs face as she said that.

The school bell rang and EJ and Andy started walking to the next lesson, Andy complementing him on everything.

He had the biggest grin on his face as they talked about the rehearsal. She sat down in class, him sitting in front of her.

They sat there, EJ turning around to talk to Gina, Carlos, Andy and Seb, "Do guys have any guesses on the guest speaker?" He asked.

"Unless it's Alan Menken himself coming to apologise for what happened to us, I'm not here," Carlos explained.

"Ooh, I would die if it was like, Greta Gerwig," Seb said, a huge smile on his face.

"As long as she brings Timothée Chalamet or Saiorse Ronan, they're so hot," Andy said, her and Seb smiling at each other, "And great actors of course,"

"You know you're not picking the person, right?" Carlos questioned, Seb shrugging his shoulders.

There was something weird going on between the duo and Andy had only just noticed it.

"Whoever it is, I'm sure they'll remind us to seize the day and then let it go," EJ said, Andy nodding.

"Every year, same speech, but I'm still rooting for it being Satan one year," she confirmed, EJ smiling at her.

He laughed at her silly little joke and she looked over at him.

It was surprising that everyone hadn't noticed how head over heels he was for her yet with all those grins and flirty looks.

"Class, class, I am thrilled to present one of East High most generous benefactors," their teacher said as a man walkes in.

Andy saw EJ tense up instantly. It was his dad. She reached over - because she sat behind him - and gently squeezed his shoulder before watching him sink down into his chair.

"Mr Cash Caswell with tips on success in life," Mrs Day explained and everyone applauded except for Andy and EJ.

"Called it," Andy whispered to herself, talking about the fact that she knew Satan was visiting today.

"Students, its an honour. Success is all about legacies. The ones that we inherit, the ones that we build," he explained.

Andy couldn't see EJ's face but she knew he was uncomfortable, he never was happy when his dad was around.

"I'm lucky to have a son that carries the Caswell name with pride," he explained, "In fact, I wasn't going to do this today but come on up here Eej,"

EJ looked around before standing at the front of the class, "This isn't gonna go well," Andy said to Gina who was sitting next to her.

"Oh come on, his dad seems like an okay guy," Gina said, not knowing what Andy knew.

She had known him for so long and had known the family that she knew what Cash Caswell could be like. He was manipulative and a had person to him.

"Just wait," she said, staring at EJ at the front. She gave him a reassuring smile, one that he struggled to return.

"My father gave me this when I got into Duke, now its yours," Cash said and EJ looked at it confused

Everyone applauded, Andy joining in but seeing that her boyfriend was clearly distressed.

She knew that he hadn't gotten in. She had been there to comfort him when it had happened so she was confused what was going on now.

Cash whispered something in EJs ear before EJ sat down, holding his Duke jumper in his hands and putting on a fake smile.

"Now, how many of you are familair with the phrase, seize the day?" Cash asked.

"You okay?" Andy whispered, leaning over her desk.

He looked back at her, shaking his head, "I'm fine," he said. She wanted to just reach over and pull him into a hug and promise everything was gonna be okay but she couldn't.

She knew that there was something going on here and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

Taglist:

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[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 024: Shang...ri-La (GSSM 2, ASM 138-140)

MASTERPOST

Today's post features Fu-Manchu, a bromance, purple, a bear (<3) and psychic powers, woohoo!

In our first issue, Spider-Man faces (and then fights with) Shang-Chi, who you may now know from the MCU. Back when I was a kid, I heard of him through Giant-Size Spider-Man #2.

The story begins with Spidey interrupting thievery by men who soon die unexpectedly, just as they start telling our hero about their master (Shang-Chi... or is he?). I feel like that idea of criminals dying as soon as they're about to tell all secrets has already been used recently on the comics but I'm too lazy to look that up. Shang-Chi's the son of Fu Manchu, the actual baddie and a cliché of the West's vision of Asia.

[Sorry, I used Ctrl Z again on Tumblr and it removed like half my text ugh]

The issue's nice, it's an obvious imitation of typical kung-fu movies and it works much better than other SM 100% fighting issues.

Now, onto the main plot...

Here's how ASM 138 opens:

I'm putting those panels for two reasons:

to show Peter is still a handsome motherfucker (affectionate)

to appreciate the continuity! Last ish, Harry did blow up their condo, and there's consequences for that! It's great to see.

Peter calls each one of his acquaintances, but none can house him (not surprising considering how much of an ass he was after Gwen's death), except one... as Peter's last call is for his old frenemy Flash.

AND THUS BEGINS THE FLASH/PETER SHIP'S GOLDEN HOUR. Look at Peter in the third panel, acting like a school girl who just asked her crush out. You go, Pete! Go get him!

Gerry Conway and Ross Andru seemed quite attached to realism. Why not! I do appreciate the purple.

There's an ugly villain with mystical powers just waiting to feed on Peter's aura, but we've got more pressing matters, such as:

Boyfriends!!!

"Slugging", huh...

I'm probably putting too much panels, but this issue is plain gorgeous.

The villain's story is absolutely horrifying, just like the premise of his powers.

I'm sorry, I don't have many observation to give, it's just an interesting issue to me and visually quite gorgeous (purple pants!!!).

Charles S. LeCates thinks that the Jackal is actually Richard, the Kingpin's son. He's apparently the only one who had that thought! That's not a bad theory... but it's incorrect. Oh well! Other theories are: the Jackal isn't a costume and the Jackal is the thief who murdered Uncle Ben. Hmm! Still wrong.

In the opening pages of #139, Peter says it's been "a few months" since Gwen died and "three weeks" since he became Flash's roommate. His life has been pretty hectic!

Unfortunately for me, he's already found a new appartment thanks to Liz when I was fully ready to see some Peter/Flash shenanigans. They were too gay to be featured as roommates for more than a single issue!

The Grizzly suddenly attacks the Daily Bugle, but Jameson's not interested.

(He's still attacked anyway.)

Jameson is saved by Spidey, who ends up following the Grizzly as Peter...

Can I just say how much I love this ending? It's a great moment. A bit silly on Peter's part, but very gloomy. Frightening, actually. My child self was scared of the Jackal's hand jumpscare hahaha. It's very effective! The penultimate page is actually quite liminal.

This is also the end I was left with for at least a decade.

...Well, not exactly. See, I also read those little jewels:

The first one compiles issues 144-151, that is to say, most of our next batch (the OG Clone Saga), so I haven't read issues 140-143, but I still know what happens after that.

The second one, while I'm at it, covers issues 30-35 of ASM Vol. 2 (2001) and thus ends just after Peter reveals his secret identity to a certain somebody... and I still don't know how they react!!!!! Can't wait to get there in, like, ten years.

So we have a final issue in this batch, one that I've never read. What are we waiting for?

You know me, I'm always here to see Peter get manhandled.

Gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS colors. Ned's wearing a pink jacket! I love it. I love it so much. Hell yeah!

You can't see it, but I'm slurping deliciously because between the arm & hand p0rn, the whump, and the colors, I really love those panels.

Later, Flash helps Peter move in.

I think I remember her so I'm pretty sure she features in later issues. Hmm, a model... Is Marvel trying to introduce a rival to MJ?

Flash is very interested in her, but she's obviously much more into Peter.

So here's some more arms and colors, because we all deserve it.

Hoping the Jackal was bluffing, Peter tries removing his bracelet... and succeeds with the power of blue flames! I wish he hadn't been able to discard it so quickly, especially considering the Jackal should know Peter's quite smart...

...and also a joker.

Jameson isn't so bad himself. He ruined the Grizzly's wrestling career!

Following those revelations and a few gags, Spidey tracks down the Grizzly and proceeds to strip him.

With the Grizzly neutralized, Spidey assures him that someday, he'll get the Jackal.

OH MY GOD??????? I'M SO HYPED! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!

Okay, before I close this post, please remember this panel for the next batch:

The Jackal sure looks agile... Who could it be?

[dearcl113]

024 - Haunted hay-rides, scary clowns & my first job, 2008-2010

My first job was a clown at a haunted hay-ride attraction in my hometown. Two of my comedy group friends worked with me, that was how I got the job. Everyday after school in October for a few years, (and then even long after that) I'd head over to this place which was a field, and go into a converted plastic circular green-house which was the 'make up room'. There was a table with a bunch of paint on it, and a mirror where people would put on their facepaint - etc. I had to dress as a clown so I'd put white all over my face and then black sometimes, by the end of the night (11pm or so) the only thing left was the black over my eyes so I looked like a raccoon. Either way, it was a really fun job and it was my first 'entertainment' gig I guess if we can call it that. Originally I was placed with my friends, but the owner moved me around a lot. I worked in every aspect of that haunted house, from running onto the hay-ride every 15 minutes to do my monologue warning the riders about up ahead, to popping out at people in both mazes, to popping out in trees? (Still don't understand why I got placed in a random pine tree as my spot that was off the beaten path with no lights?) (Note: The picture above is from the 3D maze) In between waiting for the rides, or people to come, I'd interact with other cast members. We'd basically just chill out, some people would drink while others (like me) would either smoke a clove or just joke around with people. It was a funny contrast, having to scare people and be 'scary' while in the off-moments constantly joking around and having a good time. I think over time this instilled a sort of humorous feeling to traditional scary things in me - I went from seeing it more seriously to seeing it more as something that was fun to do. I liked being the scary clown popping out on people saying joke statements - honestly I preferred making people laugh than I did scaring them. Sometimes I'd hop on and improvise a few jokes, other times I'd talk in this really high pitched clown voice. I still feel this when sometimes when I record, do music, act, anything creative - I still feel the scary clown waiting around the corner to pop out and say 'I found you!' in a funny voice. Not that it's a bad thing, it makes me laugh. I was able to perform for the first time in front of people, even if it was just a mock scary haunted house thing - and having to sprint onto the hay-ride every 15 minutes instilled this drive/grind in me that's hard to explain. A couple years ago the hay-ride shut down. It was one of the most popular, if not the most, popular attraction in my hometown. It went through years of different phases of trying out different sets, but in the end I think the owner wanted to focus just on traditional farming stuff. The feeling of getting ready every night, watching the sun go down while out in the field waiting for the night to start - that same feeling I got years later doing open mic. The feeling of psyching yourself up for a performance. It was preparation in a way. I think I want to ask the audience a question this week, not that you have to answer me or I want you too, but for yourself. What was the first moment that you did something creative professionally that sparked a drive in you? For me I may have been making people laugh when I was supposed to be scaring them, but this was one of them. What was yours and does it still effect you today?