#Monique answers things

[littleholmes]

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Ask game

Yay! Thanks @thequeenofsarcaasm!

✨Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

This is hard because there’s so many comments that I’ve gotten that have been my favorite😅I’m so thankful for my readers. Immediately what comes to mind are the comments from my most recent update of my batfam fic March because there have been at least 3-4+ comments since my latest update and all of them have been unbelievably kind and understanding in a way that makes me feel so relieved but so happy and assured.

I hadn’t updated since 2021 and then everything in 2022 and dad dying made it so I couldn’t update because I found it hard to write. I felt horrible leaving readers waiting but the readers who’ve commented since I updated were just so kind and understanding about the wait and were okay with me taking the time, and were worried about my wellbeing after such a loss, and I’m so thankful and relieved. 

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

This is hard! I have a few favorite lines. Hmm. Maybe:

"Oh, c'mon. Besides," began Dazai, tone sobered, "if I don't tease Chuuya, then Chuuya might not come back." from my fic Nebulous

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

I can’t outline. Not even for the many academic papers and articles I’ve had to write. I would only sometimes do outlines for courses because we had to as part of larger papers, but my final paper and outline were always wildly different because my brain and writing style doesn’t work with outlines. (Thankfully, toward the end of my grad degree my major professor understood that that’s how I work and she wouldn’t press me for outlines when I was working on my research).

I start with ideas/scenes and one-liners—or in the case of papers, I’d have themes or parts that I’d want to write more about or close read—and I just start writing. I keep going until I’m done. I create as I go and follow where the story takes me but I don’t finish chapters or anything until I’m done and I feel that switch inside me say it’s done. Then I go back and read, and make sure I got it all out, and then it’s done. It sounds great, but it’s not all the time. But it’s how my brain works and how I write and I’ve accepted it at this point.

(This is also why doing rough drafts was always hard for me in courses because I could never write a rough draft without it essentially being the final thing. That perfectionism is strong in me. I don’t half ass, and yes, it’s a stressful way to navigate things. I’m working on it.)

[littleholmes]

Thanks for tagging me! This is hard, especially because a couple of my favorite fics that I’ve written are part of series of fics I have😭

Floating: batfam fic about Dick Grayson’s crumbling mental health trying to be perfect and hold the fam together (mental health tw, part of series)

Nebulous: obligatory BSD fic about Chuuya post-corruption

Soothe: BNHA fic where Aizawa is overwhelmed with a de-aged Izuku, and Izuku calls All Might dad (part of series)

March: Batfam fic about Tim and Dick and Jason’s crumbling collective mental health (mental health tw, part of series)

Stars: Dr. Stone fic about how Byakuya ended up adopting Senku

Honorable mention: Chagayu

Tagging: @tired-teacher-blog @epickiya722 and anyone else who writes that I didn’t tag

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

Tricky but I can try!

Canary in the coal mine

Love is in the hands

Joy

Catharsis (I needed to include at least one porn and it’s the nastiest I think)

Witch fic (title too long)

Tagging @epickiya722 @littleholmes @chosoyukiism @lmskitty @fan-of-chaos

[frestoniia]

’ you always know how to find that silver lining. ’ hi surprise

Compliments || accepting

@pomfiores

Vil's comment gives Craig pause. For a moment, it's hard to tell if the other actually means that as a compliment or not. But after giving it some thought, Craig chooses to take it as such. Perhaps yet another example of his inclination towards the positive, despite his timid demeanor.

" Heh, I suppose that's true. " he says bashfully. He's not even sure why he's embarrassed. It's a good thing, right?

" Honestly, it's not something I really think about, " he muses, " Looking on the bright side isn't always easy... But someone has to, right? "

The darker the clouds, the easier the silver linings are to spot. Perhaps Craig was so used to storms, looking past them had simply become second-nature to him.

[niko-sasaki-dbd]

Queue Interview with the Dead Boy Detectives Cast 👻🔎

This is going to be a long post! (These are my favourite parts from the interview!)

George Rexstrew as Edwin Payne

Acting Inspiration

Oh, gosh. Well there are so many. Meryl Streep, obviously. Viola Davis, obviously. More recently, I was blown away by Enzo Vogrincic in Society of the Snow. And Eden Dambrine in Close.

Cast Camaraderie

I loved working with all my co-stars. I’m practically related to Jayden [Revri] and Kassius [Nelson] at this point. Yuyu [Kitamura] is a dream. Jenn [Lyon] is mother hen. Bri[ana Cuoco] is the cool older sister. Josh[ua Colley] is the cheeky cousin. Ruth [Connell] is the godmother who gives you a card and £20 for your birthday. It really is one big happy dysfunctional family. I’m grateful for all of them, on and off camera.

Jayden Revri as Charles Rowland

Dressing The Part

These heads of departments, and Monique and Kelli, [they’re] unbelievable. They were so collaborative. We went through different hairstyles and different things we could do with the makeup. We added a bit of eyeliner for [Charles] just to make it feel more 80s. And then Kelli, I mean, it was like she did her research on me. She added badges to the jacket which kind of represented me as Jayden, before I even got there. It wasn’t until I got the haircut, put the makeup on, put the costume on, and I was like, Okay, this is Charles.

Cast Camaraderie.

The vibe was just incredible. Me and George, we really wanted to set the tone for the series and make sure that everyone’s having fun and it’s an environment where we could all talk about how we’re feeling. We were just such a big support blanket for each other. If there was ever a time that somebody needed space, or they wanted to prep themselves for a certain scene they were going to film, we all respected that and we were each other’s cheerleaders the whole entire time. And it’s still the same to this day now. I think it really shows when you watch the series that we all knew what we were making and we wanted to make something that we would want to watch, which we’ve all done. I cannot shout out my castmates enough. Forever grateful.

Kassius Nelson as Crystal Palace

Acting Inspiration

I watched a lot of animation. I used to watch the Addams Family, the black-and-white one, because I didn’t have Disney Channel or anything. Monk, Murder She Wrote, I was watching those things, so maybe I was actually destined to play a detective, now that I’m thinking about it. I watched a lot of cartoons and animations. I just liked the idea that I could be engrossed in another world. And I always wanted to know what happened next, or when the film finished, I would be like, “Okay, but then what? What happens after that?” And now I get to be part of that question or that answer (...).

Dressing the Part

We have a fantastic costume designer, Kelli Dunsmore. I always say that she literally wove the story into the fabric of the clothes, because there are things that she foreshadowed in the clothing that happened episodes later. Or, if characters start to get in some sort of relationship with each other, that will be reflected in the clothes that they wear or the colors that they have. Or, if they’re feeling any type of emotion, (...)l. Crystal wears these massive platform boots that must be about four or five inches. They’re huge, very heavy, but it’s funny because they change the way that you walk. (...) She’s not very light, which makes sense with the things that she’s going through and the experiences that she’s having. Practically, it helped, because Jayden and George are like six-foot-something. So, if I film a scene and I’m at the bottom of the lens and they’re up there, that helped. I’ve got a good couple inches on my feet.

Yuyu Kitamura as Niko Sasaki

Acting Inspiration

Sandra Oh is a woman that I will forever be indebted to because who she was on Grey’s Anatomy was so formative for me. The most interesting thing about her character was not that she was Asian, but that she was such a fully fleshed person with flaws and amazing qualities. And her work ever since I think has been iconic, so she’s a woman that I deeply look up to.

Landing the role in Dead Boy Detectives

I auditioned from Hong Kong and my dad was my reader because all of my acting friends were in New York. My dad was able to carve out time and be an amazing reader. And in that audition side, it’s the scene where Niko gets to see the “Dead Boys” for the first time, and there’s a line in there that was something along the lines of me talking to Edwin and asking, “Do you two make out with each other?” And my dad stopped the tape and he was like, “What are you reading for?” And I was like, “Don’t give me notes, it’s fine!” And so that was the audition process! I think within a month I found out I got the part and it’s been an absolute dream ever since.

Dressing the Part

(...) I think on paper Niko can seem like a certain type of character, but even in the choice of every costume we did, every color that she wears, every meticulous little piece about everything from her nails to her room, it’s so well curated and thought out. Through her journey, we also find that she’s a woman that wears what she feels. On the surface, she might seem like the most joyful, young, optimistic girl, but it’s the inner confidence and bravery where we find that she’s layered, and she is very much a young woman coming of age.

SOURCE: MEET THE REAL DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (AND FRIENDS)

[timegays]

another swap au? Yes.

rambles below

Mischa-ocean: more of a jackass in this au. Big sports dude and is on the school football team. Convinced he’s the best and will be pissed if you challenge him. Tries to act cool and tough but is pretty lame.

ocean-Constance: that shy quiet girl who’s really smart. More to herself and shy. A bit of a pushover. People tend to use her just got get answers to things. Mischa just says he’s her friend so he can cheat off her.

noel-Ricky: you’re only getting French out of this man. Try as you might be refused to speak much else with a few exceptions. Still dreams of being Monique. Way more out there and expressive. Think of a theatre kid. Yea.

Ricky-noel: much more blunt and rude. Takes no shit. Dreams of being savannah and the same cat girl fantasy as her. More flamboyant about the space age bachelorette stuff.

penny/Jane-Mischa: angry and bitter. Was separated from Ezra and only cares about getting him back. Steals things and sells them to get some cash. Still a recluse but definitely more known in the community.

Constance- Jane: nobody remembers her. Her face was replaced with the glass from her glasses. It’s a mirror. She had nothing else to her name.

[littleholmes]

And the next day Gojo shows him a picture of the rainbow dragon in a textbook and says, “HOW do you not know how powerful that thing is?”

Geto gives him the surprised Pikachu face, his stomach churning at the thought of what happened after he first ingested that dragon.

Gojo goes on, “You just—Do you have any idea how powerful that curse is and how powerful YOU are to just have that curse practically in your pocket?!”

Geto stares at him, frowning. “I don’t keep them in my pocket…”

“You really are the Most Clueless Special Grade Sorcerer in existence. It doesn’t matter where you keep them, you have them at your disposal to use and that’s AMAZING!”

When Geto says it doesn’t feel so amazing because he doesn’t know how to control them, Gojo rolls his eyes and goes on and on about how he’s learning to and he’s still super powerful and one day they’ll both be the strongest.

sorry @epickiya722 I couldn’t help myself 😂

Out of all the curses Suguru possessed in his arsenal, the ones I want to know the story behind is Rainbow Dragon (LIKE WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET A DRAGON), Kuchisake-Onna (had to have went to a haunted location or something for her) and the squids (that is a lot of squids, did he come across a huge group like those fish curse spirits in the movie, like did he go to a beach for them).

[chetchad]

🄱🅁🄾🄺🄴🄽 🄶🅄🄸🅃🄰🅁 🅂🅃🅁🄸🄽🄶🅂

MDNI 18+

(Trent Lane x FEM!reader)

KINKTOBER DAY 2; (student/teacher, mutual masterbation, break up)

WC; 1.3k

CWs; (teacher/student relationship, guitar lessons, mutual masterbation, fingering, slight squirting(?), porn without plot, loosely edited, mentioned trent/monique, light praise)

You were seated on the bed, watching your instructor's skilled fingers strum a simple note. His rings were a nice contrast to the wood of the guitar.

“Okay. You try, yeah?” Trent hummed softly, holding his tuned instrument out to you.

God. This guy was a fucking babe. How were you supposed to concentrate with him around you?

“Alright…” your tone was soft and unsure, not positive you could pull off the very basic and simple G chord.

It had been like this for a couple weeks now. You came over every Wednesday, or whenever Trent would call and ask if you wanted to come over that day for more practice.

His prices weren't horrible.

25 a lesson. (It was coming from daddy's bank account anyway)

Plus, he was fun to be around. Laid back and soft spoken. He wasn't loud and obnoxious like some of the other 21 year old boys you've met in your short 19 years.

With nimble fingers pressed against the strings, you looked up at Trent for validation about your finger placement. Trent's half lidded eyes met yours, reaching forward and shifting your hand a little.

“There. Now, just, strum. Gently.” Trent instructed, giving you a small reassuring nod.

With a small amount of hesitance, you softly strummed the chords, smiling a little when the right note vibrated back to your ears. Trent gave a tiny nod of approval, his eyes dancing across your pretty features.

“Good girl.” He praised softly, giving you a little grin.

Fuck. That made your pussy weep into the gusset of your panties. Making the white fabric almost translucent and cling to your cunt.

“Hm, we can be done with this lesson. I've got rehearsal at five.” Trent sighed, stretching a little.

You furrowed your brow, looking down at the watch around your wrist, “... it's seven-thirty?”

“Damn it.” Trent huffed, before shrugging with an indifferent expression, “...next time.”

God. You never got the term “the bee's knees”, but Trent was definitely the bee's knees…whatever the fuck it meant.

The next lesson the following week, Trent was more tired than his usual sleepy self. So, like the good little girl you were, you asked what was wrong.

“What's going on? You seem a little upset.” Your words were casual while you sat on his bed and raked his body up and down while he laid on the comforter, staring up at the ceiling. His raven hair was messy, even more so than his everyday spikes.

“Me and Monique broke up last night.” Trent answered, sitting up and rubbing his red eyes from lack of sleep(or a high. Hell if you could tell)

“Again?”

You covered your mouth, realizing it was pretty damn rude to out him like that. But he didn't seem upset and just smiled with a little chuckle that ended with a cough into his fist.

“Yeah. Not very surprising?” He coughed out, looking up at you with a small grin.

You leaned over to grab his guitar, the short skirt exposing those cute little pink panties of yours. Trent could see everything. The chubbiness of your pussy, the little wet patch from your swollen inner lips.

Damnit. Trent crossed his legs, hiding the semi in his jeans.

Honestly, you didn't expect your lesson to turn out like this. But here you were, gently palming the twitchy and leaky bulge in Trent's jeans, listening to him sigh softly in pleasure. His noises were absolutely the best thing you've heard from him. Sure, his little humming while he played a simple tune was cute, but you didn't know he was a whiner.

Trent's lips lightly danced over the soft skin of your neck, kissing and nipping at you. He almost convulsed when you undid his belt and fly. A soft little, teasing suck at your neck was what you were met with when you slipped your hand in his boxers.

Oh wow. He felt nice, pretty damn throbby and weepy. Tugging down his boxers, you set them under his nutsack, making the two chubby balls seem larger at the base of his cock.

You subconsciously spread your legs like a whore when his hand slithered under your skirt, teasing the sopping gusset of your little boyshorts.

Skilled boy, yeah? He knew exactly where that sweet little nubbin was, hiding in those folds and fat of your pretty inner lips.

Pushing your skirt up, Trent tugged your panties to the side, eyeing the soaked heat appreciatively. With quick fingers, Trent spread those pretty lips, almost groaning at the velvety insides of your cunt.

You hummed softly, watching his cock with half lidded eyes while you pumped the hot length. A sweet muffled cuss left your lips when he circled your entrance with his middle finger.

“Tight?” Trent's smooth voice rang in your ears.

“... probably.” Your answer was definitely biased due to it being your own cunt.

“Nice.” He nodded approvingly, slipping a digit in your tight heat, grunting when your channel squeezed his intruding finger.

“A-ah…!” You gasped, stilling your hand, before pumping him with great vigor.

The room was hot and stuffy, the sounds of skin on skin, wet squelches, and soft noises of pleasure filled Trent's room that was usually full of music. Well, this was the music of the devil's tango or Satan's mamba. Whichever it is.

“You're such a good girl.” Trent praised cooly in your ear, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy, his palm hitting your clit with every push. Your cunt had a great suction on it, swallowing and squeezing him greedily. A second finger slipped in while he curled them up to tease your sensitive g-spot.

You whined in response, rubbing your thumb over the drooling slit on the tip of is cock. A soft grin pulled at your lips when Trent gasped, hips stuttering nicely when you went over it a few times. It was agonizing for him. He was so close to finishing, but he didn't even know if you were close to an orgasm.

“‘M close…” Trent warned, dark eyes searching your eyes for any sort of recognition that you were at the edge.

“Me too…” your voice was soft and breathy, your other hand pulling your sweater up and tugging the cups of your bra down, freeing the mounds of fat chub.

Trent let out a low moan, his eyes zeroing in on those bouncing hemispheres and pert nipples that were begging for his attention. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around one of your cute nips and go to town on it.

Your thighs were trembling, the cool metal of his rings were almost too hot from the heat of your sweet cunt. You knew you were close, the knot in the pit of your stomach was knotted so tight that it hurt, just begging for it to snap.

God. If Trent knew that this is what just touching and feeling was like with you, he would have already gone all the way during that first lesson.

The knot finally snapped when Trent used his other hand to pinch and flick one of your hardened buds. You accidentally grabbed onto his messy hair to keep yourself grounded while you came with a soft cry of his name, your hand desperately trying to keep pumping him while you gushed around his fingers.

Trent's eyes widened, gasping and thrusting up into your fist while he finished. Spurts of pure white dribbling over your knuckles, your hand and wrist limp while you panted in his ear, almost building condensation on the piercings with your hot breath.

After a few moments of gathering your bearings, you pulled back a little, your noses touching while Trent's lips grazed yours.

Trent gripped the back of your head, fisting your hair and clashing your lips against his. You giggled against his lips, his soul patch tickling your chin.

You pulled away after about a long minute of hot kisses, a bit breathless, “Do you do that with all your students?”

“The cute ones, yeah.” Trent replied, watching your heated form with a smug grin.

[soft-persephone]

A Fresh Start 4

T // WC 2.k // slight angst, grief, mental health // masterlist // series masterlist //

You turned over in bed. Huddling the sheets closer to your person before jutting out a leg on top of the covers. You raised your body half way before tumbling back down without a sound, letting your hair fall behind you and out of your face as you laid down. 

This was good. 

The house was quiet, Marvin picked up Momo to spend the day with him and Janine hours ago. 

The silence was good. The distance was good. 

But you also hated it. 

Monique and you were amicable with one another. You’d like to think of her as a friend, but a boundary was set. You could only go so far and she would only come so near. Calls between you and her no longer happened. Just texting, mostly telling you to call Marvin, ask Marvin.

Marvin, Marvin Marvin.

But you don’t want to. 

You needed distance. 

Marvin was nice to look at. It wasn’t a secret, but no one ever said anything about it, so you refused to bring it up, not to anyone, no matter the reason. 

Maybe he looked so good no one would bare to bring it up. Who dwells on solidified, unobstructable, irrefutable facts? 

Apparently you. 

You sighed, pressing yourself further into the sheets, an attempt to move yourself away from your own thoughts, but it was working. You scrunch the sheets by your head with a fist.

You should call your therapist. She was available this weekend. 

Call me if you need me, she said. 

You're not. . . You can’t.

You already told her you wouldn’t. That there’s no need, so you can’t possibly call her now. 

Especially, because deep down you’d know what the conversation would be about, and you weren’t ready for it. She hinted at it in your last session, but you ignored all the uncertainty she was bringing up. 

You talked about the usual things. Your brother, death and the hold it’s had on you. The constant and  near miss, incessant per suit of you. It clings to those around you and keeps threatening the entirety of your wellbeing. 

You know it’s natural that it happens to everyone, but it shouldn’t be happening like this. Not to you, and it just keeps happening. 

You can’t do anything about it. 

Because the reality of what makes man mortal and human are being blurred day by day, and yet, the world keeps moving like it’s okay. 

You turned, tossing to face the other direction towards the window, seeking salvation in the rolling thunder and hard pattering rain. 

Your phone vibrated. 

It shook you, pulling you into reality. 

You answered it, Momo’s chubby little face surrounded by pastel purple and electric green beads filled the screen. 

Her giggles filled the room, filling you with warmth. 

“Are you going to keep laughing or are you actually going to say something?” You hummed at her. 

The life and vibrancy of your tone felt foreign to you. Your ability to be and feel the warmth of such a precious moment almost felt foreign, but you cling on to it, knowing just how real it is, pushing your dark thoughts away for another day. 

“Why are you still in bed? Are you sick?” Janine’s little face pushed Momo’s out of the way. Her adorable features hold a pout of concern. Her eyes wide and shiny as she looked at you, a hint of a watery glossy glimmer in her eye as she carefully studied every part of your face 

No matter how hard you try to escape Marvin, he seems to find you. Whether he chases you down himself, or he haunts you through Janine. The sparkling glow that never leaves her eyes and the way she holds onto her compassion for others carries his spirit with her. His need to watch and study others carried over into her, but not as obsessive or intense. He’s embedded in every part of her as much as her  mother is. 

“No, I’m not sick. I’m fine.” You said softly in an effort to reassure her. Believing you, she gave you a smile. 

Momo knew a little more of the truth, but it was just as censored. 

“She’s not sick.” She began to explain, “she’s just having a lazy day.”

Janine nodded seriously. 

This was a reason of perfect and complete sense. 

Satisfied that you were okay and with the reason why, they began squealing and laughing to you about their day together. 

You wished you still found it annoying and unbearable as the first few times they started to do this, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say you got used to it. 

You speak fluent squeal.

“Give me my phone.” A rich dulcet tone called out. “Go play.”

An ambush. 

You laid down, shielding yourself with the covers as the screen went black before  Marvin’s face came into view and the children went away. 

He’s not slick. 

“Why are you still in bed? I picked Momo up at 7?” He looked at his watch, “it’s 12:00.”

He held the phone at an audaciously low angle. His wide shoulders going from screen to screen. His eyes glimmered with a strong and silent concern as he looked down at you. 

“It’s 11:30.” You softly defend yourself. 

You turn the brightness of the screen down to hide your face. 

Curse him and the way he holds his phone! You prayed to God for divine intervention. To make him pick up his phone and talk to you properly, not looking down at you, not while he looked like that. 

His gray shirt is tight on his chest. The fabric pulled taught, revealing the indents of his chest, every bump and groove of his muscles as they rippled under his shirt. He put one arm behind his head, slouching deeper into his seat on the couch. His arm subtly flexed with  the movement.

His eyes were focused in front of him, and you could hear mumbled commentary of a game. Football? Does that come on Saturdays?

You pressed your legs closer together and discretely bit your lip, you hadn’t really thought of doing it. It just happens. You force yourself to stop once you realize, quickly looking away from the screen. Just with your eyes. The overcast clouds hid the sun away, and you didn’t have any lights on. Your face was hidden and you were thankful. 

“You watching something?” His voice startled you, pulling your attention back towards him.

Fuck him.. fuck him for real.

“Yeah,” you replied without missing a beat, not thinking much of it. 

“What are you watching?” He said it apathetically. His tone revealed his dread to even ask.

“What do you think I’m watching?” You playfully rolled your eyes. 

“How many times are you going to watch that thing?”

“Until I die, Marvin! As long as I am alive I will be watching this show!”

“What year did that show come off tv?” . 

‘98, I don't know what your point is. Living Single is a classic and it deserves everything Friends got.”

“Well of course you don’t.” He started matter of factly, “because you’re lying.” 

Your shoulders slumped and you had to forcefully stop the smacking of your teeth. 

“How do you keep doing that?”

“I have my ways.” He held a smile, but it was only polite, tinged with pity or perhaps an empathy of sorts for your situation. A look that usually upsets you when you see it, but this time it feels real, genuine. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Usually, when someone asked, you would have said no. You wanted to say no. . . but it spilled out of you.

“It was a regular drive.” you licked your lips, pausing for a moment, “They had gone on a family trip for Winter Break, Samiya and my Brother Derik had been planning for it since the beginning of the year. Momo was so excited. . .They talked about it all the time. Every holiday, every event, any Sunday dinner, they’d go on and on about all the things they’d do and how an amazing time Momo would have. “ You laughed, blinking away a few tears with it. 

“But the funny thing is, I can't remember anything about that trip they took.”

You looked away from your phone.

Marvin’s gaze too much. His expansive brown eyes and how they regarded you with such humble reverence for your pain and grief as they reflected the light around him overwhelmed you, stirring the emotions building within you.

“It started with a call. I was at work, and my mom called. She was crying so hard I could barely understand her, but somehow I did. Derik and his family were in a hospital. Samiya’s gone, he was in a coma, and Momo was beat up, a little bruised but she was okay.”

Your eyes darted over the  room, glossing over the shapeless blobs of dark and gray, that become harder to define and distinguish as the sunless sky sets and the rain clouds grow thicker and darker. Everything you had been slowly pushing away, shoving deep inside of you to not think about just so you could have an ounce of strength to get through the week, to keep moving everyday, so you can take care of Momo and whatever was left of yourself, was coming out. It was slowly suffocating you, surrounding you like the dimness in the room, the clouds in the sky. 

“But then you see it play on the news.” you purse your lips. “ over and over and over again. He-Man threw that 18 wheeler at the Highway.”

You look back at your phone. 

Marvin’s still looking at you, studying you. 

Something about the way his eyes reflect the light and shine back at you, makes you smile. It always does. 

When you smile this time, that's when you notice the tears falling down your face. You whip them away silently laughing as you do.

“I’d say I’m sorry,” he started lowly, his low timber was as soft as it could be, “But I'm sure you're tired of hearing that.”

“Not when you say it.” you interjected without thinking. 

His somber gaze shifted a little, his white teeth honored you with  a hint of a smile.

“Do you ever think of doing something about it?” He shifted in his seat, eyes looking away from you for the first time, searching for the right words above him. 

“Doing something about what?” You squinted in confusion, thoroughly puzzled.

“Confronting him, making him pay. . .” 

“There’s no way.” Your answer was automatic, “There’s nothing to do now but move forward. Pick up the pieces of what’s left and hold on to each other.”

Marvin softened, nodding his head. 

“You're doing a great job.” 

His words held a warmth that filled you, stunning you. Something about it gave you pause, washing you with a momentary lightheadedness. You curbed it away with a curl of your toes and attempted to bite back the smile that threatened to reveal itself on your face any further. A smile too big and bashful did not belong on your face. You refused it. 

As if on cue, Momo and Janine could be heard giggling from one side of the room to another, followed by a squealing laughter.

“Hey!” All laughter at alarmingly high frequencies that only little girls could make ceased, “Don’t run up and down my house! Go sit down somewhere!”

“I’m sure they were just getting some water or something.” you explained for them.

“I don't care what they're doing. They’re not going to run around in here.”

He shook his head, narrowing his eyes at you.

“What’s for dinner?”

You looked at the time.

Huffing, you flung the sheets off of you and stretched. 

“Probably tacos.”

“Sounds good.” he smiled at you appraisingly, it was provocatively contagious. “Don’t burn the house down this time.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “Did Momo tell you about that?” It was rhetorical. “I didn’t burn the house down and it was one little stove- top-grease-fire.”

“You're not making tacos around my babygirl.”

“It was one time!”

[gumnut-logic]

Five pick up and one drop off (Pick up 5)

Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4 | Pick up 5

This one took a bit of wrangling, but here it is.

Monique first appeared when Scott needed a little roadside assistance.

I hope you enjoy her second appearance :D

-o-o-o-

Monique was his pickup truck and he loved her.

She had been red a long time ago, but nowadays she was more brown and just old. He did keep her maintained and she was definitely road worthy. But she was old. And when you’re old, things sometimes broke down.

Which is why Virgil Tracy, billionaire, International Rescue operative, engineer, artist, musician and coffee fan was currently lying in the weeds on the roadside under the old girl.

There was grease in his hair.

It was his fault really. He had been so busy of late; he hadn’t had time to get out to the farm and service her. And since she was no longer driven regularly, well, he had hoped, but this was inevitable.

Sorry, Grandpa.

He sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to fix this out here in the middle of nowhere country Kansas, and consequently he was stranded.

Looking at the state of the bearings involved he was lucky he had made it out here without seizing something up and coming to a very sudden stop.

“Sorry, Monique baby, but you’re not going anywhere for a while.” He sighed and reached for the rag he knew he would be needing.

“Virgil?”

He jumped.

Unfortunately, being under the car with little or no clearance, he whacked his head on the gearbox.

“Ow! John, what the-?”

“Virgil, you okay?”

His brother’s voice came from his collar comms, of course. Johnny was not standing next to the car. Though, come to think of it, Johnny would be preferable to the brother he knew he was going to have to call.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“Jus’hit my head. What do you need?” Please not a rescue. He was on leave and leaving Monique on the side of the road was just wrong.

And he was working out logistics on how to get Monique into Thunderbird Two fast enough not to slow them down. But then she would be in the way and could compromise a mission, and damnit, he really didn’t want to leave her on the side of the road!

“Just checking in. You’ve been stationary in the middle of nowhere for some time now and its not like Monique has a computer I can interface with for a tech report.”

“You mean hack. My Lamborghini has not felt right since you played in her processor.”

“I needed information! You looked like you were being attacked!”

“I was being kissed, John. Clean your lenses.”

“Over the hood of your car.”

“I enjoyed it.”

“TMI, Virgil.”

Virgil couldn’t help grinning. It wasn’t often he won a verbal spar with his space brother. “I am fine, John. No kissing happening here.”

The frustrated groan from orbit only made him grin more.

“So you don’t want me to notify Gordon that you need rescuing?”

The grin vanished and it was Virgil’s turn to groan. Okay, needling John was never a successful ploy. One day he would remember that his brother was a genius and had all the answers.

A sudden banging on the side of his truck startled him enough to hit his head again. What the-?

“You okay down there, mate?”

Uh? Virgil pushed himself out from under his truck and found himself squinting up at a guy about his Dad’s age.

“Broken down?”

“Uh, yeah.” He got his feet under himself and leaning on Monique, stood up.

There was a giant black pickup truck on the other side of the road, three times the size of Monique. A sticker with flickering flame towards the rear declared ‘Burning dinos’.

“Need a hand?” The guy had a grey beard and hair, bit of a belly, and tattoo down one tanned arm.

Virgil grabbed that rag and wiped his hands best he could. “No, she’s not going anywhere, I’m afraid. Thanks for stopping, though.”

“Not a prob. Just doing the neighbourly thing.” The man frowned. “Say, are you from around here?”

“Not quite-”

“You look familiar.” The man’s frown deepened.

Uh, oh.

“You been on the HoloV?”

“Uh-“

The man peered at his face, enough for Virgil to have to take a step back and collide with Monique.

“You look a lot like one of those rescue guys. You know, the ones who fly those planes that make all that noise.”

“Well, yeah I-“

But then the guy was laughing. “Sorry, you must get that a lot.”

“Sometimes.”

“It’s not like one of those billionaires would drive something like that, is it?”

And he was gesturing at Monique.

Virgil frowned. “Well-“

“After all, I earn enough and look at my girl. She’s got everything I can afford and still she needs more.”

A glance at the black monstrosity and there was definitely no need for more. He seriously doubted the vehicle had ever done a lick of work, or in some cases, could.

He could hear his father saying it now - ‘she ain’t pretty, but she’s practical’. Dad always was function over form. Monique may be old and worn, but she’d earnt every scratch and scrape, and she wore them proudly.

“So, you doin’ her up?”

“What?”

“Your truck. She a work in progress?”

“No, she just needs some repairs. My brother will pick me up soon.” He really should call Gordon, despite the ribbing involved.

“Sure you don’t want a lift?”

“Yeah, thanks anyway.” Was it rude to hope the man would leave?

Probably.

Unfortunately, either way, he didn’t.

“So, what is it? The money?

“Excuse me?”

“The reason why you drive a broken truck.”

“Uh-“

“Just imagine if we had the money. You could fix up it up, give it a new paint job.” He arched an eyebrow at Monique. “Or buy a new one.”

“I like my truck as she is.” Bar a busted bearing or two.

The guy eyed Virgil like he had a disease. “Why?”

“She’s an heirloom.”

“I can see that.” He took a step back as if to really look at Virgil’s truck. “Is that a backyard eco-conversion?” A look of pure horror crossed the guy’s face.

“Yeah.” Dad and Grandpa had done it together back in the 2030s. Grandpa didn’t want to take the truck off the road, so the gas engine got the boot and Dad had helped him install the eco-conversion.

“You do realise an eco can’t compare to a traditional gasoline engine? My girl has six hundred horsepower under her hood. She works hard and plays hard. She can pull 15,000 pounds and not break a sweat.”

Virgil folded his arms. “Impressive.” Except for the whole burning hydrocarbons issue, deal breaker that it was. He wasn’t going to mention Monique’s specs, she was after all, more than she looked.

Besides, he could hear the sound of his girl in the distance. She could pull a lot of things.

Thunderbird Two shot into a low hover above Monique, tossing hair and grass alike, her roar all encompassing. “Hey, Virg, Johnny said you needed a lift?” Gordon’s voice bounced around as big truck guy’s jaw dropped.

“Thanks, Gordon.” Virgil turned to his companion and held out a hand. “Thanks again for stopping.”

The man’s hand was offered absently as he stared up at Virgil’s girl.

“You might want to stand back.”

He vaguely nodded and backed his way across the road to his truck.

“Gordon, grapples will do the job. It’s not far.”

“Aye, Captain.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and, pulling open Monique’s driver side door, climbed in and put on his seat belt.

The clunk of four magnetic grapples, a gentle tug, and Monique left the ground.

Virgil couldn’t help but look down at the man staring up at Virgil’s girl.

Was it wrong to enjoy the shock on the man’s face?

Probably.

-o-o-o-

[andydrysdalerogers]

To The Limit ~ Eight

F1 Racer Johnny Storm x OFC Maya Levinson

Summary: He's been away from the sport for 2 years. He has 24 races to prove he belongs here. There are two things that could derail this: his family and her.

She's the one thing he is willing to push to the limit for.

This a sequel to my original story, "Following Team Orders" If you want to get caught up in my Formula One world, you can find it HERE

The tag list is open!

Future Warnings: references to a partner's death, cheating (but not by the MCs,) alcohol consumption, SMUT!, angst, racing incidents, language, grief, etc.

Moon Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Car divider and Banners by me!

Previous Chapter: Seven

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Carlos 

I have made it to the top.  

Ferrari. 

It is the ultimate team to drive for.  And now I have the honor of racing in red.  

I have a beautiful girlfriend. She is smart and driven. Connected.  

I should be basking in the glow.  

Instead, I’m glowering.  

Standing in the shadows, I see my girl and the new Mercedes driver, Johnny Storm, looking at her tablet, laughing.  

I took his place when he was let go. They brought me up from Formula Two when Nick Fowler took over the team a few years ago. They told me he was good, but not great.  Always a bridesmaid and never a bride or so the Americans say.  It was fine by me.  I was a two time Formula Two series champion. I’ve laid a handful of fastest laps in Formula One cars before my full time ride.  

And yet, this little white boy is making moves on my woman. I watch as they talk over a tablet, making plans for PR, joking, her beautiful face radiant like the sun. We’ve been together for almost two years. I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time.  

We had been talking about moving forward, taking the next steps in our relationship. Having Maya meant that other opportunities could arise.  Yes, Ferrari is the top name in the sport but not the top team.  Those titles firmly belong to Mclaren, Mercedes and Red Bull.  I did not have an in at Red Bull. Steve Rogers is firmly their number one along with James Barnes. And Mclaren had my best friend, Lando Norris.  I didn’t want his spot or to complicate anything.  

This left Mercedes.  Hence Maya. Is it calculating to date the principal’s sister? Probably. But you have to be ruthless to get ahead in the most competitive sport in the world.  My phone alerted me to my own PR duties and with one more look at my woman and that asshole, I walked away.  

As I changed into a fresh polo, my phone buzzed with an incoming message.  

M: I miss you  C: I miss you too  M: when can we meet up?   C: not tonight querida. I have a dinner I must attend.   M: fine. I could stop by around midnight 

I think on this. Yes, I could pull that off.  

C: si I will be alone tonight. Will you wear the red?  M: oui  

I lick my lips at the idea of seeing my girl. 

Well, one of them 

I sit with Maya at a café for an early breakfast. I was lucky when Monique lefts around three AM. Maya was at my door by six am, but I had managed to have housekeeping change the sheets before she arrived. 

“Querida, why are you so close to Storm?” I sip my coffee as I wait for her answer.  

“He just needs more help with everything. You must understand.” 

I grunted in reply. “Just seems like you one getting closer than co-workers more like I.” 

“Like what? He is a friend, sort of.” Maya took a sip, and I watched as her brain formulated a response. “He’s been out of the scene for a while, he has his son to think about. It’s a lot for one person. His poor wife died in childbirth, so he just needs a friend on the team.” 

“Then have Russell become his friend.” 

“George is young and still doesn’t know about the baby.” She gave me a glare. “What is this really about Carlos?” 

Now I took some time to think. “I think he wants what’s mine, amor.” I took her hand. “He wants you. And you are making it very easy for him. Remember who you belong to, Querida.”  

“You don't own me, Carlos. We,” she points to both of us, “are partners.” She moves to get out of her seat, but I grabbed her arm. She squeeks.“Carlos, you’re...” 

“Sit, Maya,” I growled out. She sit with wide eyes. “You maybe my partner but I did claim you as mine. Do not interact with Storm like that again. Work with him, talk to him about work but if you embarrass me, it will not end well for you. Me entendes?’ (You understand?) She nods with a shine in her eyes. I let go of her arm and kiss her elbow, then her hand. My voice turns tender. I caress her face. “Te amo, princessa.” 

We walk back to the hotel, hand in hand. She didn’t question me because she knows her place.  

Johnny 

I’m slipping on my gloves when I get a message from Susie 

Susie: if I have to hear your kid call out Dada one more time I might lose it  Johnny: That’s my boy  Susie: We’re watching preshow to practice and your picture keeps coming up 

Makes my heart swell to know that Mattie recognizes me. I’m finishing up, handing over my phone and wedding ring to my assistant. I keep Mollie’s rings on around my neck, which I kiss before tucking them under my fireproofs. “What’s got you smiling like that?” I turn to see Maya walking towards me.  

“Mattie being just the cutest baby in the world.  Takes after me.” I smirk as I grab my balaclava. I look over Maya, trying to ignore the stirring that I feel in my belly.  She looks gorgeous in her white Mercedes button down and her hair in a braid to the side. But I notice some darkening skin on elbow. “What happened there?” 

She flushes and rolls the sleeve down. “Nothing. I bumped into the doorway while texting on my phone.”  

I frown. The marks look like someone fingers. “Maya...” 

“It’s nothing Storm. Good luck in practice.” She walks away from me fast and I watch her go.  Something doesn’t smell right but unless Maya tells the truth, I need to keep this to myself.  I pull the balaclava on and then my helmet.  I’m in the car, adjusting and being strapped in.  I have to focus on this practice.  I need something to go right. Japan is not a joke of a track and losing focus could cost me big.  

Getting onto the track is smooth sailing. I weave when I can to get some heat into my tires.  Tires in Formula One are tricky. You want to have them warm so the rubber will begin to stick to the track, giving traction and speed.  But if they get warmed up too much, they start to bubble up and peel, leaving rubber on the track and lose grip. It is a science and F1 engineers are some of the brightest minds in the sport.  

I hear the crackle of the radio and Olivia’s voice comes over. “You have good temp Torch. Ready to do this.”  

“Copy Liv. Ready to rock and roll.”  

“George is starting a fast lap up ahead. Thirty seconds to the line.“ 

“Copy.”  

I see the flag indicating the last corner and I gun it, getting to speed to start my flying lap. I can feel the hum of the car and I sink into the driving headspace.  

Until I feel an unusual vibration. “Livie, I’m feeling the car pull.” 

“Copy Johnny. Everything is looking ok.” 

“Are you sure because...” that’s when the car pulls violently towards the grass. “Fuck!” I try to correct the move, but I just slide towards the opposite wall. I’m going 200 kilometers an hour and I know that this is about to suck. I try to brace but there is nothing stopping me from going 27 Gs into the wall.  

And the world goes dark.  

I can hear the silence around me.  And then Olivia’s frantic voice. “Johnny? Torch, can you hear me? Are you ok?” 

It takes a moment for me to orient myself and press the radio button. “Yeah, I’m ok.”  I am not ok. My head feels disconnected from my body, but I just feel sore, nothing broken.  

“Medical car is on its way,” I hear Olivia say before I disconnect myself and start to exit the car. I see a track official, and he calls out, asking if I’m ok.  I give him a thumbs up and continue to extract myself.  Finally, someone else helps me out of the car and I stand before leaning forward with my hands on my knees. The next thing I think is Mattie. Fuck, I hope he wasn’t watching.  He may not understand what is happening but I don’t want them to say my name and scare him.  

“Johnny,” I see the event medical doctor in front of me. “Talk to me.”  

“My ribs hurt and I think I hit my head,” I tell him.  

“Ok, keep your helmet on and walk with me to the medical car.”  We slowly trek to the car as I see the skid marks on the track and gravel.  I look back and see that I hit the wall sideways, hard and fast. The medical car is only deployed during an accident where trauma is obvious or if a car hits at more that 18 Gs of force.  

The car takes us immediately to the medical center where I strip and get x-rays. I just pray that I’m not too hurt. I’m sitting in the exam room, holding my ribs a little. Ari comes in. “Johnny.” 

“Hey boss.” I smile with a grimace.  

“Has the doctor seen you?” 

“Not yet.” I moved and groaned. “Nothing feels broken; I’m just sore.”  

“More than sore, Mr., Storm.”  Doc came in. “I don’t see signs of a concussion or broken ribs but they are strained.”  

“Just tell me I can drive Doc,” I said, trying not to plead but you could still hear it.  

The doctor sighs. “Medically, you should be ok. Personally, I think you should sit. But the call is up to you.”  

“Thank you, Doc,” Ari says with a handshake. He turned to me. “What do you think?” 

“I think I want to race.” I set my jaw as Ari studied me.  

“Ok, we are working to repair the car. The data is showing that the battery died and cause the steering column to freeze up.”  

“I know that, Johnny. No one is saying you are.” Ari crossed his arms. “Are you sure you’re ok?” 

“I’m good boss. I’m just frustrated with the car. I can’t keep driving like this. I’m nervous that the car will just blow upon me. You want to know why? I’m scared my son is going to lose another parent and it’s pissing me off that it’s my team that might cause it!” I’m losing my patience and I know it’s not Ari’s fault but he’s right in front of me.  

“I get it, Johnny. You’re a father and I get it. When Maya became my responsibility, it was so hard to concentrate on racing when she still needed me. I will talk with the team and with the factory. We will solve this. For now, let’s get the car right and sit out this practice. I want to give the engineers plenty of time to fix the car. Head to the hotel and spend time with your boy.”  

I blow out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “What about the press?” 

“I’ll have Maya take care of it.” Ari put his hand one my shoulder. “We’ll fix this.”  

I nod and get up gently. “I’m sorry for losing my cool.”  

“Would have been concerned if you hadn’t. Say hi to Susie and Mattie.” He walked out as I collected my helmet and gloves. One of the crew has a golf cart to take me back to my driver room. Quick change and out to the car. Luckily I avoided the press and made it to my hotel suite.  

“Dada!” Mattie sees me as soon as I walk through the door and I see a fat tear roll down his face. I take two steps and lift my boy in my arms. He buries his tiny face into my neck and I hug him tightly, fighting my own tears.  

“It’s ok Slugger. I’m ok and I’m here.” I rub his back to smooth him. I look up to see Susie with shiny eyes. “I’m so sorry Susie.”  

She comes over and we have a group hug. “You scared us, Johnny. When Ari called and said you were ok, I couldn’t believe it until we heard your radio.” 

“Did he see?” 

“Yeah and when they said your name and showed your picture he pointed and asked about you. Then he heard doctor and he started to cry. Cried himself to sleep for a while.”  

“I’m so sorry buddy.” I kiss his head, but his little fists are tight on my shirt. “I’m done for the day Sue. If you want to take some time…” 

“I’m gonna go do some shopping.” She gets me. Twin power and all that. “Reed asked for some food from Japan.”  

“Thanks Susie.” She kissed Mattie’s head and then my cheek. After she left, I laid down with my boy on my chest. My rib screamed but I wouldn’t move for anything. I felt his breathing slow and then his little snores. I must have fallen asleep as well, but I jerked when I heard a knock at the door. Mattie moved to rub at his eyes and I cursed under my breath. I got up carefully, keeping Mattie in my arms. I opened the door to see Maya. “Maya? Everything ok?” 

“I should be asking you that. Can I come in?” I opened the door wider, and she walked past me as Mattie lifted his head to see who was here. “Hi Mattie.”  

“Dada,” he points to me. Maya smiles. “Yep, that’s your daddy.” Mattie smiles and hides.  

My son has no shame. “Always flirting with a pretty girl.”  I wink at Maya. “You think Luna is pretty, Slugger?” 

“La la.” Mattie points to Maya. “La la.”  

“That’s right Slugger! That’s Luna.” I kiss his head. Then I turn to Maya. “What’s up?” 

“Just wanted to check on you. Told the press you are resting and will be at FP3 tomorrow.” Maya sighed. “I also thought we could hang and get to know each other.”  

“What about Sainz?” 

She shrugged. “He’s at a sponsor event. We don’t usually go to team events together when there are sponsor reps.”  

“Ah. Well, we’re about to have some Mac and cheese and a Bluey marathon. Want in?” 

Maya eyes me curiously. “What’s Bluey?” 

“What’s Bluey?! Oh Luna, time to start your Bluey education, right Slugger?” 

“Boo,” Mattie replies, nodding and then pointing to the TV.  

“Alright. Bluey it is.” Maya smiles and we get setup in front of the tv.. 

Mattie is fascinated with Bluey, holding his own Bluey and babbling with the show. “Kids really watch this?” Maya asks as she pops in another cookie. 

“Yep, and adults. Sometimes the innuendos fly over the kids, but they are hilarious.” I take a sip of my drink and look down. The bruises on her arm are a deeper purple than before. I put my arm around her. “You know I’m here for you Luna. You know you can always come to me. For anything.”  

She quiet for a long time, keeping her eyes on the screen. I let my fingers stroke her arm, watching her from the corner of my eye. I see a silent tear slide down her face and my heart breaks for her. She leans her head on my shoulder and I let her cry. 

Maya 

I’m nervous. Practice went well for Johnny and qualifying went gangbusters. He finished in 7th position. We are now midway through the race and Johnny has moved up to fifth. I’m listening to the radio and Liv comes on. “Johnny, Sainz is ahead 1.6 with 12 laps remaining.”  

“Copy. Tires are good.”  

“Copy.”  

Ari makes a note and looks at the telemetry. I lean over to him. “Do you think he can do it?” 

“It’s possible.” Ari frowns. “Carlos is good but I think Johnny has the drive. He’s hungry.”  

After our evening together, I had been avoiding him and Carlos. I couldn’t tell Johnny about what happened because I still wasn’t sure did happen. Carlos had never laid hands on me before but he scared me enough that I wasn’t sure what to do. When Johnny held me, I finally found peace if only for a few hours.  

“Johnny, we have a virtual safety car,” Olivia radioed. “Please slow down.” 

What happened? 

“Barnes took a spin and clipped the wall. He’s ok and the car is in position to be moved behind the wall.” Olivia stopped for a second. “Ok, safety car has been deployed.”  

“What’s that going to do with the strategy?” 

“Standby.” Olivia talks with Ari and the head engineer. “Ok Torch,” smiling as she says the name. “Barnes going out pushes you to fourth. Safety car will be in two laps leaving us with five to go. Order is Rogers, Leclerc, Sainz and you. You have speed over Norris behind you so let’s see if you can get Sainz at the start.”  

“Copy.”  

The safety car goes in and the race goes green but the Ferrari cars are fast. They get the jump on Rogers and Charles moves into first. Now Steve is fighting for his place back and fending off Carlos. Carlos has pulled ahead of Johnny by a bigger gap and the race ends with Johnny in fourth.  

“Great job Torch! That P4!” 

“Thank you, guys! Great job! You were amazing giving me this car.”  

He pulls in and climbs out to be weighed and comes into the garage with cheers. George follows him in, having finished in sixth and congratulates him on his drive. He finally has a moment to himself when I approach. “Fantastic job Johnny.”  

He smiles his beautiful smile and I swallow at the feeling of tightness in my chest. He’s so handsome when he smiles. When he’s angry. When he holds his little boy. “Thanks Luna.”  

“Mega job, really.” I give him a hug and reach up to kiss his cheek. Except he moves and he kisses my lips. We jump apart and I start to apologize. “Johnny, I’m so…” but I don’t finish.  

Because Johnny cups my cheek and stares into my eyes. Then he raises his other hand and kisses me again with so much passion that I lose myself in the kiss.  

A kiss that should not be happening but that I never want to end.  

NEXT

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[loupy-mongoose]

To Clear Up Confusion About Randy.

So, for some reason there's a sudden surge of confusion about Randy. It's understandable--The whole thing can be very confusing, even if you read the Lab Arc where the switch happened. It's just a little weird to me that suddenly a few different people have asked me about it in a short span of time. XD

So I thought I'd fix something up to explain what happened.

Now, if you haven't yet read it yet and want to with minimal spoilers, click the link. (Or try here if that one doesn't work.) This will MASSIVELY spoil the story, as will just hanging around my blog in general.

So.

The human Randall Linden was working at a lab in Hoenn with his friend, a shiny Mew named Akoya, and later meets a regular Mew named Mo. Mo is the Mew that becomes Randy.

Eventually Akoya got pregnant. But the people of the lab tampered with the fetus to create a Mewtwo, that Randy named Lavender, which nearly killed Akoya.

At the end of the Lab Arc, the human Randy and the Mew Mo go to destroy the computers of the lab in hopes of destroying the info they had gathered to create Lavender.

But there is an explosion that traps the human Randy under burning debris. Seeing that his friend is going to die, Mo Psychically "downloads" Randy's memories, which end up replacing Mo's memories.

The human Randall died in the fire at the age of 28.

Mo the Mew essentially died as well, having no memories of his life as a Mew.

The being that is Randy in the present day story was once Mo, but now cannot live a such. So he lives and identifies as Randy, but has a lot of internal conflict in doing so.

His species is now technically Mew, but he often uses Transform to be human.

His human form is a nearly perfect copy of the human who died in the fire--The one difference is his eyes, which went from brown and needing glasses to blue with good/perfect vision.

And if there's question about what's going on with their souls... That'll be answered at a later point.

About his role as father.

The human Randy had no kids before dying in the fire.

Years after the fire, as a Mew, he and Akoya did have kids together; the twins, Monique (Momo) and Midas. The parents were both in Mew form when they did the deed. (In the future they will also have a daughter this way.)

Randy is their biological father whether he's in human form or Mew form.

Lavender is not biologically his daughter, and she well knows it, but they still see each other as father and daughter.

Hope that clears it up some! If people are still confused, I can attempt to illustrate it like TC's Professor Mew, but I don't really want to have to do that. XD

[littleholmes]

First, how's your day? Hope it's going well! 💫

For the Character Ask Game!

6. What's something you have in common with this character? - Choso

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? - Nanami

It’s going well, thank you😄!

6. What's something you have in common with this character? - Choso

*Spoiler anime-onlys* We both want to protect Yuji from Kenjaku and Sukuna and all harms 😭I want to wrap him in a blanket and give him tea and juice and let him watch any movie from my movie collection and I know Choso would let me because Yuji would be safe and happy

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? - Nanami

Kiyaaaa! You know you can’t get me started when it comes to headcanons, they end up turning into mini light fics/vignettes, remember Suguru’s rainbow dragon?😂

Nanami, let me see...

A headcanon I have for him, and this is probably awful, but when Habara killed, like right after Nanami managed to get himself and Haibara’s body out of there, he contacted whoever their manager was to pick them up and didn’t cry. He held it together as he passed under the torii gates on his return to campus, anger and frustration flooding him, but he didn’t cry. Explaining what happened to Geto, Gojo, and Ieiri, he was fine—angry, frustrated, and over it, sure, but no tears or hint of crying. Gojo left to handle it, Geto told him to get some rest, Ieiri went to smoke, and he gathered himself in the chair but didn’t cry.

In fact, he didn’t cry about Haibara until two days later, during breakfast. (He slept the first day away for the most part, Ieiri reminding him after her treatment that he needed to rest and replenish his energy. He didn’t need to be told twice, he was exhausted and sustained some injuries that while Shoko healed, still required him to do the rest naturally). Nanami got up that second morning as he usually did, expecting Haibara to be outside his door bright-eyed and energetic as ever. When he wasn’t, he shrugged it off—it wasn’t uncommon for Haibara to beat him to the kitchens and dining hall. But when Nanami got there it was dark and quiet. The electric kettle wasn’t hot and the rice cooker wasn’t beeping. There weren’t two cups waiting and a chatty Haibara asking what took him so long or how he slept.

There was only silence and darkness not unlike the moment after the curse retreated and Haibara stopped moving and Nanami somehow got them both out of there with a broken rib and shaky legs.

Typically he and Haibara were the only ones there at this time of morning until Geto followed with a whining Gojo in tow around 30 minutes later when Yu and Kento were finishing up their breakfast.

But that morning…

That morning it was just Nanami. It was just him and Nanami didn’t realize it until that moment when it all lit him at once that from now on, it was just him. Haibara was gone. He was the only first year. He flipped the light on and the delayed deeper realization of what Haibara’s loss meant for him going forward as the survivor of that night and the grief of losing his friend hit him and he immediately sunk to the floor in tears, sobbing with his head in his hands, and an aching in his chest and churning heaviness in his gut.

And that’s how Satoru and Suguru and Shoko found him a half hour later when they stumbled in for breakfast.

Another headcanon is every year on the anniversary of Haibara’s passing, he brings a bowl of rice to his grave and packs a lunch for himself, and spends the afternoon talking to Haibara and updating him on how things have been.

[leviathanleva]

do you have any visuals for daisy that you’d share w the class?🙏 like silly things. like how you’d picture the readers clothing or ANYTHING🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hey, anon!

Quite the interesting question!

Now everything I show below is a rough base for my visuals, readers have the freedom to picture these little details as they wish.

If I had to share, this is roughly how I picture the current outfit of Y/N:

NOTE: The skin color in the sock picture does not portray the canonical skin color of Y/N. The skin color in the story is left undescribed for inclusivity purposes.

I do intend to change the outfit in the second arc as a visual representation of Y/N's character development.

Also, we can't forget our handy dandy Vaseline and cardigan:

Also Bucky, the goodest of bois:

This might come as a spoiler, so WARNING:

Bucky is a mutant hound, a "breed" that is part of the Fallout lore not yet implemented in the TV series.

I'll refrain from adding references to the original characters such as Hank, Mitzie and Monique simply because I do not wish to add photos of real people. It might upset someone, it might be viewed as disrespectful or invasive. If I find a cartoon version of them, I'd gladly add them.

Also our savior - the Lavender perfume:

Technically, this is Violet scented, but I picture the bottle as similar.

Now, regarding Y/N. When speaking of Cooper trying to teach her that this world is not kind and she needs to toughen up to survive, this is what I see and I will never unsee it:

Every time Y/N spouts an idiotic question because surely Cooper has all the answers (the poor man's left speechless and staring at times):

Me after chapter 9:

Alright, I'll wrap it up here.

Thank you for the question! Hopefully, this gives you some insight.

None of the gifs or pictures above are mine!

[star-dzt]

Resident Evil: OG & Remakes

I don't understand why there is still so much confusion that Remakes and original games are not the same. The directors have already made the answer very clear. Why complicate things? Remakes are always described by the directors as graphical improvements, control updates, and also to keep up with the gaming industry.

That said: Remakes and originals, both are canon.

Remakes: different events = but the results are identical to the original games.

Monique Database from Resident Evil Database special interview with Yoshiaki Hirabayashi at BGS

Revil on YouTube: Interview with Yoshiaki Hirabayashi

This interview conducted on the 20th anniversary of Resident Evil. It was done in 2016, and at that time, Anpo and Hirabayashi were talking about the production of the RE2 Remake, which would be ready in 2 years (since the RE2 remake was released in 2019). Anpo then used the term "original remake," indicating that there is no distinction of canon between the two.

Game Informer interview with Anpo and Hirabayashi

[twyllodrus]

dead boy detectives + ride the cyclone AU

like, say, the agency gets a new case in north-eastern saskatchewan, ppl report hearing music & singing once every year, at an abandoned warehouse of a theme park, on a specific day in september. with little digging, they find out there was an accident a while back involving a high school choir

for some reason the cyclone gang never moves on, so the agency arrives & so here are some headcanons for their interactions and agency's reactions to some of the songs:

the uranium suite, everyone's really creeped out/confused, except for niko who's vibing throughout the whole thing; at first the two groups don't realize they can see/speak to each other, but soon the cyclone kids find out that holy shit there are new people here hi hello heyy

everyone's excited about newcomers, ocean especially so, who quickly takes the initiative & so edwin defers to her as the group's leader (to noel's annoyance), and they attempt to work on solving the case together, it's all v civil. but then the talking part's over & the singing part of loop begins, so ocean performs what the world needs which does a total 180 on their encounter thus far & now everyone's high-key judging ocean; edwin gives a lecture on evils of social darwinism

noel's lament, noel right away clocks edwin as a repressed edwardian twink & sets out to put him in a coma with the whole monique routine. strangely the moment lipstick & lingerie come out it doesn't seem to faze edwin as much. but then noel also sees the way edwin sometimes looks at charles & so instead of mischa he pulls charles in for the kiss part, who cheerfully goes along with it, which nearly short-circuits edwin's brain (later on constance and niko get to gush together about two boys kissing). by the end of it everyone's dancing & being dramatic like they're the cast of cabaret on acid, except for edwin who's still digesting what's just happened

every story's got a lesson, everyone's still pissed at ocean, edwin incredulously wonders what was the lesson in being sacrificed to a demon & sent to hell at age 16

at first everyone's kinda cringing during this song is awesome, edwin is convinced this "autotune" is a modern tool used to commune with otherworldly entities, but eventually everyone gets into it; they all get sunglasses on, crystal gets edwin to wear a baseball cap backwards, everyone's having general fun

talia, charles is relived to learn that "the angriest boy in town", who could've been easily chalked up to being the toxic masculinity type dudebro, isn't like that at all (just mischa's whole monologue "i lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood" gods). everyone gets to wear vyshyvankas & flower crowns. it's gorgeous

ricky potts unintentionally answers the age-old question of "is it actually possible to give a ghost an aneurysm?" the answer is yes, and space age bachelor man almost succeeds where the noel's lament failed. the moment horny cat people are in the mix, edwin is bombarded with cat king flashbacks and, later on, crystal "casually" mentions that they have met the actual cat king. ricky is super hype & asks lots of questions, giggling, twirling hair etc and also he totally called it that cats can talk but just choose not to

the ballad of jane doe, crystal hardcore relates to the dead decapitated girl, who doesn't know her own name or her past, or who her parents were and whom no one can identify too ("oh no soul, and no name, and no story, what a shame" like c'mon!)

jawbreaker/sugar cloud, everyone's gets a tad teary-eyed, but charles is openly weeping when constance lists all the random things in her life which she grew to appreciate only after the accident

in the end, they figure out the reason they couldn't move on is bc of virgil the rat who for some reason kept shutting karnak off prematurely, before the voting could begin. after figuring that out the voting proceeds as intended, but instead of one of them returning to the living world, they all get to move on. niko adopts virgil the rat

[antoschauniverse]

It seems like you even not read what I wrote. Not carefully. Again answered me with your fantasy🤦‍♂️

If he living with young woman it doesn't mean that he doesn't love anothers women. You have weird logic.

Comparison David with Weinstein it's crazy. 🙈 I have no words. You don't know elementary things about David😅 He loves all women on Earth🤭

Anon, they could read this blog because of tegs. But it's not what I'm talking about. I meant your comments very judging and toxic. It's not seems to me. it is. Because you are writing hate. It's poising your brain and soul. I'm sorry you.

And again: I don't like this David's choice and Monique. But I love David for other things. It's more for me then his weird relationship. Women always were his problem. But they still love him. It's maybe an X file😁

You can write in every post that Gillian done with him but she still loves him. And he loves her. Its obviously when he talking about her. I don't know how you can deny it. Were you never see how she changed beside him from lioness to kitten?🤣 If you remember old interviews she'd always says how he was helping her. And I believe he was. And maybe do. Not with work now. But I believe they communicate. Maybe I'm wrong - time will say.

Happy New Year! I hope someday you will can see forest behind trees😉

"If he living with young woman it doesn't mean that he doesn't love anothers women."

Tell me, when did David date women his age? With the exception of his wife, there were no such women. And David himself said that he has no idea that he can date women his own age. However, he instantly realized how it sounded and turned it into a joke.

I wasn't comparing David to Weinstein. I wrote that if people remain silent, the situation with such rich old men/women who buy themselves kept women / gigolos and do not notice middle-aged women will only worsen.

"He loves all women on Earth"

David loves women, but especially young women who are at least 33 years younger than him😂.

"And again: I don't like this David's choice and Monique."

But you continue to support David and protect him, which means that you don't condemn his toxic relationship and just say that it doesn't concern you. Many negative things in life happen precisely because of such passive behavior.

"You can write in every post that Gillian done with him but she still loves him. And he loves her."

Gillian no longer cares what happens to David. She respects and loves their shared past. So don't drag Gillian into David's problems. Gillian has a good career ahead of her, and she doesn't need to be associated with David's life choices. They will always do cute interviews together and participate in comic con like Mulder and Scully, but that's it.

"I hope someday you will can see forest behind trees😉"

And what should I see? A man who fucks a woman 33 years younger than him? I can see it now.