#also scotts skin looks so slay

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New life is pretty cool 👍

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Wild Life Pearl POV Reaction

Hell yeah! Scott’s on board with being chaotic!

Oh he knows what Pearl did… wuh woh.

Scott changed his skin without turning yellow, so name mc spoilers have actually failed me.

“Operation get Pearl back to green” I don’t think this is going to happen if the namemc spoilers were any indication . Actually why do I feel dread?

BigB is here!!! Guess we really are letting bygones be bygones.

Robot quiz about the Life Series? I actually don’t like this tbh. Doesn’t seem fair to Pearl, Ren, Skizz, Mumbo, and Lizzie who weren’t in some of the series.

BigB is really back!!!!!

“Cleo that looks good on you there. Forgiveness.” “BigB, do you want to test me?”

Ah the hole jokes.

Oh the quiz bots go to one person?

“I forgot, I was out so early” “I see Grian, that’s why you don’t respect my win…” GET HIM CLEO GET HIM

Oh no Cleo got got….

Pearl’s first question. This one is about the current life series so that seems more fair. Although Pearl by her own admission on stream doesn’t watch other POVs because she doesn’t want spoilers of what people are planning.

“Hi! I’m Cleo!” Dont think I didn’t catch that season 9 throw back.

“I’m a spider today!” Aussie Aussie Aussie!

“It’s a question about the only season I wasn’t in!” THIS IS WHAT IM SAYING SKIZZ! And him and Pearl only missed one season! What about Ren, Mumbo, and Lizzie who missed two (three for Lizzie if you count Real Life which evidently the quiz has questions about!)? What about Gem who only joined in Secret Life?

“What did Pearl and Scar use to hurt their soulmates in Double Life?” Every Pearl fan stares off into the distance shaking from the cold. Also Grian just not telling Skizz the solution… Spanner divorce.

BigB, Martyn, and Jimmy mass death? Ohh that’s what happens when you get it wrong. Yeah I’m actually really not a fan of this wild card. And it spawns a ravager which can kill others in the area. Great, perfectly balanced. No notes.

Wait wait, so sometimes it kills you and sometimes you just get huge? How is that fair at all? I’m sorry but it seems like this and the snail twist both needed massive balancing reconsiderations.

“Should we go antagonize Gem and Joel? Seems like a good idea.” “You’re calling the shots so sure.” “All in! All in!” How I’ve always wanted Scott and Cleo to respond to Pearl /j

“On a scale of 1-10 how much do you love me today?” “Oh, like 0,” “*sigh* I try every time,” The shiny duo divorce continues. Also, you don’t seem to hate her very much Gem, given that you’re chit chatting like nothing is wrong at all.

“Don’t be alone today, that’s scary,”

“It’s okay I’ve got lots of lives to spare, unlike some people,”

“That was unnecessary. I’m tired of this fighting Gem! Cant we be friends?”

“No? You want to kill me!”

“No, no I don’t! When have I ever tried to kill you this season?”

“Not this season.”

“Exactly. You know Scar allied with us in that last episode of Secret Life right? You know. I didn’t kill you. I let Scar do it.”

“I know you didn’t kill me,”

“So what are you cranky about? Do we need to talk about it?”

“I’m not cranky”

“You are cranky!”

“I just, you know I wanted drama. So this is the drama.”

“This is the drama. You’re telling me we could have been friends this whole time but you’re just like ‘ohohohoho I hate you’”

“Yeah, I mean why not?” SO EVEN GEM ADMITS ITS ABOUT NOTHING! That’s actually so slay of her.

YOU CANT TYPE IN CHAT????? THE SNAIL IS BACK IF YOU FAIL??? CLEO IS ON SEVEN HEARTS AND NOT REGENING??!? I just… these punishments are so unbalanced. Scar gets insta killed by a snail, one of them triple killed, Grian just got big, and Cleo is fine as long as she doesn’t take damage.

Hi Billy!

Oh Gem is at their base for once! SHE BLEW UP CLEO? Or got her blown up??? Oh she’s gotta die.

“Does anyone have a thing of flint and steel?” Dangerous question coming from notorious arsonist ZombieCleo. “I’m gonna hit Gem in the one place she actually cares about” There it is! Missed you bestie arsonist!

PEARL BLEW HERSELF UP WITH MARTYN!!! And since he’s on light green, she’s on red.

CLEO BURNED DOWN THE RENWOOD HOUSE! YAAAAAY I LOVE YOU ARSONIST CLEO!!!!

“Haven’t you accepted in this series that nothing stays alive?” Hey Pearl, that was the rawest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Congrats.

Yay Scarlet Pearl! Oh no… Scarlet Pearl… :(

Pearl your kill attempts do get a little sad if you fail like four different times. Love your girl fail nature bestie! Love your pathetic wet cat aura!

A robot voice modulator for failing? Oh wait they can’t understand her at all????? Her pathetic wet cat aura is so strong! Especially her big nods when Gem offers to hang out when they’re both red! Also Gem and Joel just trying to get her to kill Scott while she tries to fight them and they can’t understand is so funny.

Pearl and Impulse pretending to understand each other is so funny. And Pearl still talking in spite of everything is also hilarious. Tango is blooping as well!! Yay!! Also it’s like Skizz could understand that Pearl was complementing him.

Tango getting in a boat and stealing Skizz’s robot is so funny.

We have Etho now! Yay!

Wait a second. Scott didn’t you promise Pearl a life when she went red. Where’s the self sacrifice blue boy? Come on blue boy.

MUMBO FIRST OUT OH NO! Can’t wait for the fandom to once again misuse what a canary is and apply it to him!

PEARL NO DONT HOLD OUT KILL HIM TO GET YELLOW PLS! PEARL! PEARL!

“I get to wack you a little bit longer, get a little therapy” “After this, we’re settled, no more grudges” The Galaxy duo experience is this happening multiple times every season. Not mad about it though.

“The real full circle moment would have been if we had snow in this” Powdered snow mention two! Also not the puffer fish killing Scott before Pearl can hit him lol.

Pearlie got her mace! Yay!

We have BigB and Etho on our team now!

Honestly, my final thoughts are I don’t love this week’s wild card. The punishments seem unbalanced and the questions aren’t fair to those who weren’t in certain life series. I know that people get pissed if you dare criticize anything to do with anything but like, it’s literally just my opinion.

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Third Life but with divine domains...

Part 2: Session 1 & 2.

Link: Explanation and Rules

Session 1

The first session is pretty much the same, just people hanging out. Maybe a bit more of playing with abilities like in most origins server.

Joel probably ropes Jeremysm into it somehow, by the end of the session the lore is that the belief from the cult made him a god or something.

Most people wouldn't settle in the desert when one of their abilities require dirt...but Scar isn't most people, he still comes up with the sand monopoly idea and then invites Grian.

Scott doesn't settle in the flower valley as It's hardly a cold biome meaning he doesn't meet Jimmy there... however ironically enough he probably still meets Jimmy and teams up because Jimmy would venture into the forest which is quite literally inbetween the flower valley and the mountains... If they do this then there is a zone around BigB's future base where there is both snow and forest meaning we could see a BigB-Jimmy-Scott team.

"Don't be a dog, be a God!" Tagline has a different meaning when the players are gods doesn't it?

Impulse, Tango, Etho, Bdubs, and Cleo gifting Grian an offering chest also has a different meaning huh.

Grian leads a creeper to Scar, Scar powers don't protect from creepers so hus first death remains the same. "Knowledge isn't Wisdom" is going to be considered important in this alternative fandom.

Also Skizzle still does die to an enderman...rip.

Session 1 is basically the same for everything else sooo...

Let's consider Skins

Grian doesn't change his, that I'm sure... And Joel, Jimmy and Scott probably use a variation of the X-life cult skins... BigB also doesn't change his. The Hermits definitely change their skins somehow though... I can't imagine how. Maybe Cleo would go for a dress like in Witchcraft? BdoubleO goes gold like when he becomes a sun god in Empires? I want to believe the Scitties survive the apotheosis... Well that's a phrase that exists now... Now, back to important stuff.

Session 2

Let's just say it now, if something isn't explicitely said then it isn't majorly changed

BigB doesn't invest in diamond armor as his powers makes leather armor just as good.

Alliances remain mostly unchanged for now as Scott and Jimmy are a special case because of their powers.

BdoubleO still falls to his death as he is not boosted during the night and he was too busy building to use any abilities...

The Pizza stuff still happens though the general pettyness of everyone involved in that mess makes more sense with them being divinities... Just look at greek and norse and egyptian mythology.

Fandom?

Now... I have to admit that I'll need help for these ones... after all who better then the fandom to help Imagine what an alternative fandom would be like right? Also if anyone knows my Slay The Watcher Au you'll know comments make me happy.

Next part

First part

[wishwingalpha]

I’m back! More fragments, let’s go. This time we have Gem and Pearl! Both absolutely slayed this season.

Geminitay

She’s only been in one season but I think got farther than most people who join later on. (With the acception of pearl of course.)

Her only fragment is on her eye from when she opened the end portal, and it seemed pretty important as her skin changes to highlight it.

Pearlecentmoon

You might’ve noticed that she only has three, this is also because she joined later on— as well as winning a series. (Just a recap for people who haven’t watched all the series.)

Last life - This fragment is on her mouth. I did this for the bit that her Scott and Cleo had in which they called eachother gaslight, gatekeep and girlboss. Sense Pearl was gaslight, that’s why I put it there.

Double life - this is the one that she won, so it’s not visible? Or is it? Or does it heal last life’s? Look I’m a little confused but shhhh— if double life had a mark it could go on the hand. For petting Tilly of corse <3

Limited life- the eye. This is for the “always watching” motif She and bigb had at the end of every episode. Plus she’s a nosy neighbor so she’s watching everyone.

Secret life- the chest / heart. I think the heart break of watching her entire team die slowly, and having none of them win was pretty hard for her. Her entire goal throughout the season was to get one of them to win and she failed. I think she was really close to her mourners so — yay.

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Sail Out To See And Fall For Me - 2k words

Scott and Martyn have a handful a moments together, many of them happening on the seas, in a boat far to small for two people to comfortably sail in.

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To Scott, the Kestrels are a weird faction. They’ve always seemed to have a rivalry of sorts with his own faction since…well as long as he’d been alive and longer probably. The two groups are always calling each other names, yelling out mean jabs when they pass each other in the streets, much more than either of them seemed to do to the other factions. It’s just always been that way, Scott supposes. So it’s a little surprising when there’s one Kestrel he finds himself drawn too. 

Most of the current Kestrels are fine, don’t get him wrong. Scott gets along with most of them, Sausage in particular. But at the end of the day they’re still Kestrels ; vain and money hungry. But one of them doesn;t seem to be that way, one of the newer members. 

Martyn’s a fun guy, very good at wordplay and puns, Scott notices rather quickly. He finds himself liking Martyn quite a bit, and very much enjoys expeditions with him. Whenever they get the chance to share a quest of course, not that Scott goes out of his way to explore with Martyn. No, not him. He would never . 

He thinks Martyn should’ve been a Heron instead, as he seems to enjoy adventure more than he does riches. But Martyn says he’s in the Kestrels to find a specific treasure, which he could do just as easily in the Herons, in Scott's totally humble and unbiased opinion. They discovered unique treasure all the time, it was like, their whole thing after all.

They have a lot of friendly adventures together, just the two of them, each one more fun than the last. The two pirates find stuff every time, but it’s never what Martyn’s looking for, so much so Scott has to look at Martyn and wonder if he even knows what he’s trying to find anymore; or if he lost it long ago. 

Scott finds himself looking at Martyn a lot on these expeditions actually, more than a normal amount probably. He doesn’t do it on purpose, half the time anyways. Martyn’s eyes are just very easy to get lost in whenever he talks. The fact that he’s showing so much skin doesn’t help either, or that his arms are on the more muscular side. 

On their next little quest the two of them end up leaning against the rails of Scott’s ship, waiting for night to fall on the island. They need monsters to actually emerge from the caves to slay them, but that’s a few hours off. So the two pirates have just been content to sit there and wait, making idle chatter and doing other things to pass the time. 

About two hours into waiting, when sunset must have been less than an hour away, Scott finds himself staring at a certain Kestrel again. Though this time instead of admiring his arms, Scott’s eyes are tracing over the scars that litter one of them. They’re very interesting scars, and he can’t help but be a little bit curious about where they came from. Anyone would be really, with the strange pattern they almost seemed to be in.  

“Hey Martyn?” He asks, tapping his fingers against said scars lining the other’s arm. The blonde just hummed, and gave him a quizzical look. Scott feels like the question he’s about to pop might be too personal, but also reasons he’s probably not the first person in the isles to inquire about it. 

“Why’re you tapping my scar?” The blonde asked with a small smile, amusement lining his tone. Scott smiles back at him. He’s quickly finding that he really likes it when Martyn smiles. 

“How’d you get this thing?” Scott questions, catching a glimpse of how the blonde’s face falls for a moment, and regret flashes through him. 

“If I said a tiger, would you believe me?” Martyn cracks a joke, a playful grin dancing on his lips. The sight of it makes Scott all warm and fuzzy inside, yet his response comes out quite deadpan. 

“No.” Martyn laughs and gives a cheeky smile at his response, and Scott elbows his side playfully. 

“You’re not gonna tell me, are you!?” The Heron exclaims, shoving Martyn playfully. He doesn’t do it too strongly, well aware he could very easily send his friend overboard. Martyn shows him back, but with a little more force. Scott laughs, gripping the side of the ship to keep him upright.  

“Nope!” Martyn cracks another cheeky smile, and Scott tries to send him overboard again. Somehow, the play fight escalates, and they end up falling onto the deck, tussling with each other like children do. Martyn wins in the end, pressing Scott to the floor. Scott makes an oof sound as the blonde basically lays on top of him, proclaiming his victory proudly. 

Scott just rolls his eyes, and any snarky retort he ever had dries up in his mouth as Martyn holds the side of his face gently. The Kestrel is looking down at him, and it’s a fond look, one that makes butterflies flutter wildly in Scott’s stomach. The blonde is beginning to chuckle again as he does so, not able to stop himself. Scott can't hold back his own laughter either, with how ridiculously this whole interaction has been. 

Martyn presses their foreheads together, laughing. It’s an infectious laugh, one of pure joy, and Scott can’t help but be infected by it. He laughs along with the Kestrel, admiring him in between giggles. Martyn’s laugh is loud and booming, a sound he enjoys hearing. The corners of his eyes crinkle whenever he smiles, and there’s a million other little details Scott notices as he stares up at the blonde. 

He’s quite the pretty man, Martyn is, and Scott isn’t surprised at how enamored he’s become with him. He’s not at all surprised that there is blush spreading across his face, or that his heart is beating rapidly in his chest. It’s just a shame really, that the man he’d fallen for had to be a Kestrel. 

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The next time the topic of scars is brought up, they are on a ship again. Because all of their little moments seem to happen on one of their ships for some reason. There’s no play fighting this time, just more fleeting touches. Ya know, the usual stuff with them. 

They’ve just started to set sail, and the waves are calm. Calm enough for both of them to feel comfortable enough to anchor the ship and take a lunch break, both men having taking turns steering. They used to travel separately when they shared quests, but soon found using one boat was a lot less risky, more time efficient, and a hell of a lot less tiring for the both of them. And Scott was never one to complain about more time spent with pretty men again, even if the ships they have access to at the moment hap[pen to be rather small and cramped. They’re supposed to be getting ones soon, apparently, according to the merchants, and Scott will believe it when he sees it.

The two men are sitting by the mast, sharing some bread and pasta they’d remembered to pack, when Scott finds his eyes landing on Martyn's scars again. There’s two more that are visible, matching ones shaped like little stars under his eye and on his chest. As his gaze traces the marks, the Heron finds himself getting a probably bad idea, but he’s committing to it before he can think twice. Again, it’s a dumb idea, but all of this man's scars are interesting, the conversation has lapsed into comfortable silence, and Scott is feeling bold. 

Scott leans closer to his friend, eyes still fixed on his chest. Martyn, probably more than a little puzzled, just blinks at him dumbfoundedly for a good moment. Until he processes what exactly seems to be happening, that is, then the blonde’s heart rate starts to increase just a tiny little bit. 

Scott runs a finger along the scar on Martyn’s chest, gaze filled with curiosity. “How’d this one happen?” He asks, and before the blonde can answer he’s moving to trace the matching one under his eye. The Heron thinks he sees Martyn’s breath hitch a little, and definitely sees how he turns a little pink at the contact. Which he’s totally not smug about at all. 

“An accident. One I wouldn't like to talk about.” The Kestrel huffs, leaning into Scott’s hand. He fails to hide a smile at that, and also has to stop his eyes from flicking just a bit downwards. Scott had to stop himself from leaning in as well, and doing something absolutely stupid. Absentmindedly, while he tries to get a handle on his impulses, he starts to trace circles in Martyn’s cheek with his thumb, and makes the blonde turn beet red in the process. 

He wants to kiss Martyn. But Scott can’t kiss a Kestrel. What would his parents say? What would his Heron friends say?

So instead he moves away rather abruptly, and maybe sees a little bit of disappointment flash across Martyn’s face, before it's schooled into something more neutral.

After that they continued on with the quest like nothing had happened. They reach the island, complete their goal, and take any treasure they find. It's getting quite late by the time they finish, and Scott does not want to swim back to the boat in the dark. The ships have to be anchored a good amount of feet out, before the water gets too shallow, and there’s always some mighty big fish lying around, waiting to catch an unsuspecting sailor. 

The swimming back part is, very predictably, where everything goes wrong. Scott makes it back to the boat just fine, but the splashing from the both of them had made quite the scene apparently, and his little Kestrel friend wasn’t going to be as lucky as he had been.

“Martyn!” Scott calls, gripping the edge of the boat as tight as he can, eyes trained on a rather large shadow in the water. “There’s a thrasher!” He hears the Kestrel swear to himself upon his call, and then watches as he swims back faster. Scott can also see the thrasher swimming equally as fast, maybe faster, and wishes there was something he could do that wouldn’t endanger him. Well, he does have his gun, but it’s a few feet away in his bag, and the fish is getting far too close to Martyn for him to be uncomfortable firing it. 

Unfortunately, the fish is faster, and catches up with the blonde as soon as he reaches the boat. Scott had already moved down to help him up, and is grabbing wildly for his friend's hand before worse comes to worst. There's a blinding panic settling over him, both of them probably, and Scott isn’t even sure he’s grabbing at the right area before he feels something warm and distinctively not a fish tug on his arm.

Just as the thrasher is about to grab Martyn’s foot and drag him down, Scott manages to pull him onto the ship. There’s exclamations of alarm as the two tumble backwards, Scott landing on his back with a thump . They land on a heap on the deck, both men trembling in relief as the adrenaline wears off, and Scott catches his breath. He doesn’t even notice how he hugs the other closer to him for just a moment, arms wrapped around Martyn’s back protectively, before letting the shaking limbs fall against the ship’s wooden floor.  

Martyn had landed on top of Scott, and was now basically laying on him. The blonde paid that fact no mind, clearly trying to regan himself after the extremely near miss. He had an absent sort of look in his eyes, and his breathing was still a little quick. The Heron doesn’t know what is running through his friend’s head right now, be it fear or something else, but whatever it is isn’t good. The wide eyed look he currently has says as much. 

“Hey,” Scott muttered, voice gentle. “You okay?” He pushed the wet locks from Martyn’s face as he asked this, his hand ghosting over the other pirate's cheek for just a second. 

“Yeah, ‘M fine.” Martyn huffed a few seconds later. If he noticed the position they were in, he said nothing, and only rolled off Scott and onto the deck. Scott got up as well, letting the blonde sit down for a second before helping him back to his feet.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Scott asks with furrowed brows, steadying Martyn as he stands. The other seems a bit shaky on his feet, which makes his claims of being fine even less convincing than they were before. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” Martyn insists again, and starts to move away and towards the sail. Scott stops him before he can go far, grabbing the Kestrel by his arm and pulling him back. Martyn just blinks at him like an idiot, and Scott wants to roll his eyes. 

“You’re shaking.” He points out, deadpan, nodding towards Martyn’s hands. The blonde looks down at them and seems to realize that yes, he is indeed shaking. That’s a concerning thing his body is doing at the moment. 

“Yeah, guess I am.” Martyn murmurs, and stops trying to move away. Instead he leans closer to Scott instead, and rests his head on Scott’s shoulder. The Heron smiles, and absentmindedly runs a hand though soft, blonde hair. “Sorry about this..” The blonde mutters, burying his head until Scott’s chest just a little. 

“It’s fine, really. It is.” Scott reassures him, and finds that Martyn is shaking less. The Kestrel is also leaning into his touch, and Scott really can’t stop himself from placing a comforting kiss on his friend’s forehead. 

“What was that for?” Martyn’s question comes out as more of a muffled giggle, head still buried comfortably against the ginger's chest. 

“Just want to kiss you is all.” Scott admits it quietly and very tentatively, and it kinda feels like he’s admitting to something sinful. Even though, logically, this is not a sin. Being in love is not sinful, but his brain has been hardwired to think otherwise. 

“You do?” The blonde pulls away a little to meet Scott’s gaze. His tone and expression are surprised, and maybe a little hopeful as well. Scott’s heart seems to melt at the sight.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” He smiles, and knows there’s no holding back anymore. Because if he doesn’t do it now, Martyn is sure to make the first move in a minute or so. And Scott is not letting him have the victory, no siree, not after all that flirting he did today. 

“I-- Mmph !” Whatever the blonde was about to say was cut off by Scott smashing their lips together, doing so maybe a little frantically. It took a moment, but Martyn was soon kissing the Heron back with fervor. Hands went to cup his face, and the blonde quickly turned to putty in Scott’s hold. The ginger nipped at his bottom lip after a moment, and Martyn let the other’s tongue slip into his mouth with a held back whine.

 For a few fleeting moments, Scott didn’t care about what anyone would think, and let himself kiss this guy stupid. Just like he’d been wanting to do for weeks now. 

When they pull away both of them are gasping for air a little, Scott’s face turning a nice shade of pink. He brushes the messy hair out of Martyn’s face again, and smiles when the Kestrel leans into his touch. Their faces stay close, foreheads resting together, and Scott has never been happier. 

“I guess you fell for me a second time, huh Martyn?” He murmured teasingly, bumping their noses together. 

“Oh shut it!” The blonde huffed, tone laced with affection. He connected their lips for a second time, Scott melting into it as he continued to hold Martyn’s face. The second kiss was better than the first, and he couldn’t wait to dive back in for another when they finally reached the shore. 

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Worth The Eternity: Dark! Bucky x Reader (Vampire AU + Mob AU + Soulmate AU)

This is for @cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge. Congratulations, keep slaying! I wrote this instead of studying, so pray for my paper please lmao.

A/N: This tired girl tried. 

WARNINGS: something between dubcon and noncon present. Triggering, darkish themes.

Summary of sorts: Ever seen Hotel Transylvania 1/2/3? In this AU, mythical creatures exist and have soulmates and you feel a zing if you are blessed enough to encounter them.

"Boss, we narrowed it down to these core three suspects.” A husky voice, slightly muffled by the sack on your head, entered your ears and you had a hard time being calm.

You had been picked up from your office, specifically the basement of Oscorp Industries while entering your sleek silver car. A pinch in your neck and everything comically blurred. Next thing you know, you are waking up with your entire body sore, your muscles and joints screaming and begging for freedom from tight restraints. Your vision is black, as if you are staring into an abyss and your vision is filled with white and red dancing spots forming patterns, maybe from the hours of inactivity.

Muffled noises of protest and scraping of metal against the concrete floor entered your ears and you realized you are not the only one here held captive. You racked your mind for possible explanations but couldn’t come up with one.

You lived a very simple life, even as the vice president of Oscorp industries. No messing around, no rivalries with other employees, no butting heads with the seniors on the Director’s board. Was this a ploy against the company? Or a domination statement against the weaker species, the humans?

Lucky enough for you, you realized you would soon find out as the sound of a shutter opening and metal clanking noisily filled your ears.

“Took you long enough, Scott. Fill me in.” Another brooding voice reprimanded jokingly and a million goosebumps traveled the path of your skin as you involuntarily shuddered.

“Yes Boss. We tracked the missing sum to the account of this man on the left. He has fourteen other accounts under different names and nationalities, pretty hard to trace but not impossible luckily. This proved he is shady so he’s most definitely involved.”

“This ginger on the right, he made the suspicious call with weird words so we believe he pretty much passed the verdict, calling the shots with the codewords. He has had several surgeries, his face is fucking silicon at this point but his DNA showed us his true identity, Mr. Rumlow here is the Consigliere of The Midnight Moon.”

You sat and listened, piecing together whatever you understood. The pack/mob name more than rung a bell, it scared you shitless. You were quick to catch on, realising that you were caught in an inter species scruffle.

“This shit just got interesting folks. Alright, where does Miss Sexy Legs fit in all this?”

The pencil skirt you wore wasn’t the most modest piece of clothing to exist and the spaghetti straps blouse was a bad choice considering the sheer coldness in this warehouse, the temperature only seemed to go down with the entry of your kidnappers but it’s not like you knew this was going to happen.

You could only assume with your legs on display that you were the one being sexualised and talked about.

“We are not sure about her though, that’s why I said suspects. We have proof the call was made from her phone but the videos show her lending it to a creepy stranger at a café. It might be really good acting but it’s highly unlikely. We brought her in because in the transfer of the stolen cash, her account was an intermediary but it’s a good chance that she was tricked when her phone was borrowed by Mr. Rumlow. Also, she’s a human, you see?”

If it was you being talked about, you felt a jot of relief, just a smudge because at least they were aware you weren’t involved in whatever game they were playing. That didn’t necessarily ensure your freedom, but hey, you were willing to take anything at that point.

“That’s the sweet fucking scent I keep on smelling!” The leader exclaimed as if he made a great discovery, a cure for a pandemic or cancer you’d think. His gruff voice almost had a light, cheery undertone to it, too unlike of a man who was wronged and cheated and was close to murdering someone no doubt. These mobsters are always maniacs like The Joker.

“It sucks that you brought her here. She might not be guilty, but now she knows too much. She’d make a good blood bag though. Maybe I’ll just have a taste, who knows?” The ‘boss’ made a disturbing slurping noise and your heart stopped at his words, a tear almost escaping your eye.

Discussion about drinking blood? You were most definitely in The Vamps territory, your assumption about the inter-species conflict true. You had no doubt you were the weakest in this creepy space, the frailest here, most probably the only human.

“Show me the bastards’ faces.” Like the flip of a switch, the joking man swapped his personality and all but growled. You heard the ripping of cloth and a man gagging, his shrieks muffled. Another flurry of movements and another man retching on the fabric could be heard.

“Well, hello Mr. Rumlow. I must say, brown suited you better.” A horde of chuckles made you widen your eyes, even though only black still filled your vision, as you realised there were at least a dozen twisted, sick men in the room. The fact that they were silent as fuck till now only showed you how disciplined and regimented these soldiers were.

“This one has a pretty face, boss.” You felt the sack ripped off you, and your eyes closed with the sudden flooding of the lights. Your eyes sealed due to hours of inactivity and you kept them shut, afraid to face your tormenter.

A cold hand cupped your cheek and straightened your face that was trying to hide itself in your silky locks by curling in your own neck, the cool metal of rings and insanely icy fingers chilling you literally.

“Open your eyes sweetheart.” A voice called out behind you and you gathered enough courage to face your impending doom, the air as silent as the calm before a storm.

Your orbs opened and gazed into piercing sapphire blue eyes and everything behind this chiseled face blurred. You could swear a ring of pink and red passed over his eyes and you shuddered again, getting overwhelmed due to the eye contact yourself. This wasn’t the usual anxiety you felt while meeting new people, it was somehow both a pull and a push. An inviting comforting pull and a terrifying, ‘stay cautious' push.

You, a self-sufficient woman, who had been independent for as long as you could remember, suddenly felt half; incomplete in a way that you couldn’t fathom. You felt an attraction, a tug towards the man in front of you, and the absurdity of the thoughts and emotions that popped in your brain made you heave on the gag.

Your intellect couldn’t find a reason, your view on love and romance until now completely conflicted. You believed soulmates to be separate pieces of art that complemented each other when together; then what was this broken jigsaw puzzle sentiment you were having now?

Your wide eyes somehow managed to break free of his stare, panicking and looking around to observe, which wasn’t comforting in the least as men with guns and gadgets filled your vision. You were relatively unharmed in comparison to the beaten lads beside you, one with a bruised face and the other with a bloody one.

The handsome man, the Boss’s stare didn’t leave you through the entirety of your searching around, you were sure they saw you as a scared little rabbit, waiting out its inevitable death.

“Lost in her eyes, Boss?” The sideman cracked what he believed to be the funniest joke in existence, earning laughs of the horde of the soldiers around.

 Your eyes went to the Boss’s face, surprisingly when his left your face to glare a nasty stare on his trusted man. His muscular form raised the forelimb, his hand signaling to stop, that effectively quietened the room to a pin drop silence.

With gentle fingers, the man took off your gag and yours lips quivered, throat too dry to make a noise though. You greedily gulped the air through your mouth for whatever reason, maybe just to move your jaw after hours of inactivity.

Maintaining eye contact was challenging, arduous to say the least. It seemed as if he could read you, find everything about you there is to find by studying the flecks in your orbs. His delicate hands, loosened the ties and you were now more so confused, along with the trepidation.

Just what the fuck was going on?

Bucky had almost lost hope, centuries on this planet and no one to love and cherish, no personal confidante, no soulmate. But good things take time, right? And in his opinion, best things take an eternity. He knows this now.

Expect the unexpected was the truest phrase, idiom whatever it was, in this moment. He had spent countless nights wondering about his soulmate, was she pretty? Ugly? Was she even a she or not? Dumb or witty? He made a lot of scenarios of how they’d meet, the kids, reigning together. He entertained the idea of her being from a different species, a nymph, an orc, maybe a werewolf?

And now that he found her, it was a revelation, a surprise honestly. After all optimism got evaporated, after traveling the dark tunnel for centuries literally, there she was, his beacon of light. Finding her was a wonder, and her being a human was astonishing, a possibility he somehow failed to consider, but he was over the moon cause there she was, right in front of him now. A beautiful, stunning lady in flesh and blood, human flesh and blood, with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. His zing.

He always liked humans, apart from the similar appearances the vampires shared with them, they were always docile and accommodating. In the last few millenniums, after the mythical creatures showed themselves to the world, the humans understood their place and tier pretty early.

They were smart to surrender and be peaceful as all the species came to light, clever to know that even with less numbers they could be overpowered and bloodshed was detrimental to all involved.

He knew he would convert you soon though, your lifespan far too short for his liking, and obviously, now that he found you, you were to rule together. For Centuries.

His happiness was over taken by the realisation that you were not in the most hospitable settings, you were tied and strapped, being preyed on by his men. He made quick work of the restraints, allowing you to breathe by loosening them first. Your scared, trembling form plucked his unbeating heart’s strings, but strangely enough, his brain found amusement and he felt smug. Seeing you tied up and trembling was definitely a turn on for him, noted.

After commanding his foolish men to stop giggling, he leaned closer to you, your aura comforting and intoxicating as he smelled your hair. A divine scent, an addictive one for sure. The goosebumps on your skin confirmed the reciprocation of his connection.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you.” His husky voice, calming but imposing resonated in your ears, his hand tapping your cheek on the other side. Even though the private statement was whispered for you, the deafening silence made every person witness it.

He leaned back, his hands behind his back as he grinned, tone again light like earlier and commanded, “Get her out of here and cleaned up, tell Nat and Wanda, they’ll know what I mean. Then we’ll deal with these guys here, after the lady leaves of course. No scratch on her from this point forward or you’ll lose a limb. Proceed.”  

All three of you, the hostages were going to get ‘taken care of’ but in different ways.

It had been over twenty hours for sure, you were abducted in the early hours of the morning and now the moon was out again, like one endless night. You remember being escorted to a sleek black car; your limbs ached but you managed to keep up. You tried to keep up with the car’s turns, trying to memorize the streets but your head was pounding and eyes were blurry.

You remembered being led to a suite in an expensive hotel like ones where your conferences were held, being taken to room and given towels to clean up. You didn’t change the dress when given another, the attire being a summer dress even shorter.  A woman came a while later named Wanda who checked the forming light contusions and scuffed skin with hands so delicate, as if you were precious cargo. You were, you just didn’t know.

You didn’t eat anything they provided and after hours of conspiring and overthinking, you heard sturdy footsteps. Since your arrival, only women bothered with you, probably the ones the leader sent. But these were heavier, harder.

The door opened and you glanced up to find the leader who demanded your locking up in this fancy place, his eyes travelling on your form sat up on bed, as you mindfully pulled your skirt down. You were anxious the entire day, dreading your future but nothing was like the restlessness that ran through you in this person’s presence.

Maybe it was the fact he was a vampire, or the leader of a Mob or maybe both, but whatever it was he intimidated you, alarmed you, even though you’ve had only two encounters including the present one. You were smart to be scared, he looked at you like, like you were something to eat, your mind told you.

“Hey.” His raspy voice caught you off guard, not having heard a single syllable out of the women the entire day, your questions being ignored the entire time.

You stared at him warily. Your mind having a myriad of emotions and thoughts. You didn’t want to trigger him, besides the place being armed well, he was a vampire, a beefy one at that and you would be stupid to try anything. Shouting and making a scene was no good either, your best option being the lamest one: to talk it out. You refused to become a willing blood bag.

You let out a long sigh, surprising him somehow, “Look, I have money, resources in the business sphere, information, what do you want? I know I got caught in this by accident, but I’m willing to do a lot of things to get out. Name it and I’ll do my best.” You said with your ‘business deal’ voice, the wise, guiding leader voice from your office.

For some reason though, the man found it hilarious. He slapped his hand on his chest, his boisterous laugh echoing. It wasn’t that good a joke if he believed it to be one. Men, ever so condescending.

“Humans, ever so gluttonous. I don’t want your money, precious.” His term of endearment didn’t fall short to your ears, but you had larger things in play here than a sweet nothing.  

“I have other things to offer, name it.” Within your moral sphere, of course.

“You still don’t get it, do you? And you humans boast you have everything figured about us.”

He neared you and you leaned to the inner area of the bed, refusing to get cornered to the wall if things escalate and wanting to have the option of running away, probably in vain though. With each step he took, a new shudder ran through you because of the closing distance between your bodies, it getting triggered in unexplainable ways.

You didn’t need to say words to prompt him to explain, your scrunched eyebrows already doing that mission. “You should feel it too, you know? The goosebumps, the bewilderment in your insides, you’re intoxicated by my very presence too, aren’t you?”

The more he neared, your breaths quickened visibly, his words becoming truer. Your skin heating, mind losing a bit of consciousness. His presence didn’t affect you to this extent in the warehouse, but now? You were putty, almost incapable to think. You tried to roll over to the other side but your plan failed because he caged you with his bulky hands on your shoulder, body diagonal across yours. With how slow and out of it you were, he didn’t even need his heightened speed to trap you.

“Oh, it’s kicking in, isn’t it? The realization, the surge of love and lust? To be held and cherished and be full of me?” He smirked at your trembling form, your chest heaving and weak arms trying to push him off.

“I’ve read humans feel flushed, hot, so let’s get you out of these scraps, yes?” He slid off the thin straps while you mumbled a very unconvincing ‘stop’. Both actions were pretty pointless because he wouldn’t stop, you both knew that and also, he ended up taking the top off over your torso the normal way.

Your hands barely managed to land themselves on his wrist to pull them off, but the foolish limbs ravished in the feel of his cold skin instead. It was like a high you had never experienced and your body wanted more. It was already addicted to the feel of this stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

He unzipped the skirt, your pathetic body no longer even fighting him as he rambled on. “Among us vampires, well not much to tell but we’re all freezing cold when we find our ‘zing’. Like every normal day. Except for the inability to think and the need for their mate’s blood, of course.”

He came back up to kiss you, his body now in line with yours as one hand held your cheek and the other groped your breast. You had an out of body experience, feeling disgusted for reciprocating the kiss but also wanting more of that, more of him.

He trailed down your neck to your collarbone and you gasped for air, your thoughts incoherent. He kissed between the valley of your breasts, removing the bra sometime in between as you heaved. He wanted nothing more than to rest in those swells for an eternity.

As soon as cold air hit your nipples, one was being sucked while other was being pinched. The nameless stranger alternated between licking like a kitten and sucking like a baby on the breasts. Your rational part felt gross but the dominating side was the one experiencing delight.

He kissed down the sternum, to your bellybutton and then hovered above the thin, flimsy underwear. His hands slid down your sides, down the curve of your waist and hooked themselves at the cloth’s side, pulling them down in a swift motion.

Your legs quaked, trying to close themselves but one muscular arm on your thigh was able to hold them off, throw one away from the other. He leaned down and you were pathetically still under his muscles, your lower limbs either not daring to move or not wanting to.

You wrapped your hands around your torso to hide a bit of yourself, but did that really matter in the larger picture of the events unfolding right now?

You closed your eyes, tears already escaping since minutes ago as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. A cold sensation on your little button caught you off guard; an infinitesimal fraction of time later, an inhale reached your ears.

You looked down, opening your eyes to find the man smelling you, his Grecian nose poking through your folds and taking in sniffs of your intimate part.

“Please sto-”      

“The scent at its source, so fucking divine. I want a taste.” With that, your sentence got interrupted by his words and then by his action as his tongue licked away. It sucked on the bead, delving in the cavity there pretty fucking deep and he slurped away like he pretended to do when you were blindfolded.

Your back arched like a gymnast, hands that were folded across your chest clawing at your own skin, leaving marks behind. His hands were hooked around your thighs and they threw your legs on his shoulder some point in between. When he thrusted three fingers at once, an audible wheeze left your lips, your noiseless gasps now hoarse ‘Aah’s and you could feel him smirk.

There a also a lot of teeth involved with his razor sharp canines that appeared out of nowhere during this and when he thrusted his fingers particularly hard with his teeth nibbling on your sensitive bud, you shamelessly let go of the inside flow.

It felt humiliating and mortifying, your body glowing with the aftereffects of descending into bliss while your mind wanted to cry. Your soul was surprisingly content with what unfolded, at peace. You hated the diversity of emotions you felt, revolted to find even a bit of positive sentiment at your assaulter’s actions.

While your inner monologue happened, the man got up and out of his clothes painfully quick. You tried to sit your up, feebly trying to escape but ineffectively so. Your eyes couldn’t meet the handsome stranger’s nor did you want to see him naked and removed him form your eyeline, making you get caught off guard when his hands wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, finishing the small distance you managed to crawl up.

His hands left their place as he kissed his way back up your flushed skin, from the swell of your ankle to the swell of your stomach. He licked away the drops of blood around the crescent scratches left by your nails under the intense ecstasy he forced upon you. Then he continued his journey from the swells of your chest to the swell of your cheek, taking you in a fiery, needy yet affectionate kiss.

Your surroundings blurred a second into the kiss, mouth and skin hungry for his touch alike. A thrust had you painfully gasp as you were stretched unlike ever before, impaled to a depth unlike ever before. He kissed away your tears that continued to spill on command of your ashamed mind and leaned back to look into your eyes, a pretty pink passing over them for a fleeting second.

His blue orbs bore into yours and you almost believed he loved you by the intensity of his gaze. At this moment in time, nothing but you two mattered, connected and finally together. How you got here didn’t matter, how unwilling you were didn’t matter. This felt right, felt necessary and was worthy of everything you went through. The rational part seemed to die the instant you two physically connected and somehow, everything and nothing made sense.

But you felt complete.

Your lips captured his of their own accord, and you both smiled into the caress of your lips while he began thrusting, one hand on your waist, the other supporting his weight. Out of breath, he leaned back, still thrusting though, and gazed at you. “Scott back there, he called you pretty, that’s practically an insult. The way you look right now, you’re much more than beautiful. You’re ethereal, my Zing, the loveliest in existence.”

His genuine words tugged at your heart. For some reason you believed him, had confidence in his feelings. Your foreheads connected as he quickened, his hand caressing your skin, the cool against your warm skin soothing. It didn’t take long for you to let go again this time; your previous resolution already dissolved. He neared your ears and whispered, “I want you to scream my name. It’s Bucky.” You nodded absentmindedly, chasing the high.

One particular thrust paired with his canines piercing your skin made you cry out “Bucky!” and you felt him smirking in your neck, lapping the blood. You wilted in bliss and your eyes closed, warmth filling you minutes after. Your eyes were dazed and you felt ‘Bucky’ shift, removing his towering frame from you, a goofy smile on the chiseled face.

With mind free of the aforementioned disapproving thoughts, you checked out his handsome face. It was like you saw him in an entirely different light now.

He gave you a quick peck, his hands cradling your face and he spoke with the utmost sincerity. “You are worth the wait, precious. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever to compensate. I’m never letting you go.”

[aburningpotathoe]

EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT THE MCU PHASE 5 (SDCC)

Soo theres a lot to discuss, lets get going shall we

Idk if the Guardians christmas special is still happening/is canon/is a part of phase 5, finishing phase 4 on black panther makes a lot of sense but at the same time, starting the next phase with a special doesn't

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania

This movie will see the main group of heroes travel into the quantum realm and battle Kang

We dont know if Ghost (Hannah John-Kamen) and Jimmy Woo (Randall Park) are returning (please give us some news about ghost homegirl has been waiting for them to return from the quantum realm for 5 years)

Kang (Jonathan Majors) is set to appear and to have some very cold lines about fighting the avengers in other universes

"Have i killed you before?" that's an amazing line right there yup

Modok will appear, however his appearance will be more metallic rather than the human face he has in the comic probably to avoid an uncanny valley moment (*cough * strange's 3rd eye)

Cassie Lang (Cathryn Newton) will appear as stinger. Her relationship with Scott Lang (Paul Rudd) will be explored as they struggle to connect given that Scott didn't see her grow up. (Paul Rudd seems to have debunked the rumor that Scott will be rich and famous and that will make him loose touch with his daughter, however, the rumor that he published a book has been confirmed)

There are rumors that Scott will die in this movie (pls stop)

The director also teased some unexpected cameos, and said the movie will change the MCU as a whole

Secret Invasion

Maria Hill (Cobie Smulders) is confirmed to return (slay) as well as Rhodey (big slay)

QUAKE (CHLOE FRICKING BENNET) is rumored to return (chloe liked some twitter posts about her being in secret invasion and she is rumored to have signed a contract with marvel)

The series is rumored to be a political espionnage thriller with the same vibes as The Winter Soldier

We dont know how much of the Kree-Skrull war we will get to see as the series will likely be mostly set on earth

Guardians of The Galaxy Vol.3

This film is 'the end of the guardians era' for James Gunn, its likely the last Guardians movie HOWEVER that doesnt mean they will all die and cant appear in future projects

Drax (Dave Bautista) is rumored to die however (hot take: i don't really care about him and i never found him that funny)

The movie will have the High Evolutionary (Chukwudi Iwuji) as one of its villains, and we will probably see how he experimented on Rocket Racoon (Bradley Cooper)

Baby Rocket is also there!!!!!

Adam Warlock (Will Poulter) will return and is rumored to have Goldenish skin

No trailer yet because the VFX isnt finished (that feels like a jab at the cgi quality hate the mcu is getting)

Gamora (Zoe Saldana) is rumored to join the ravagers and be as angsty as ever with Star-Lord (Chris Pratt)

Echo

This will be the first MCU-street level series (if you dont count Hawkeye because meh). It will likely be a setup of the mcu street level world so that they dont have to explain it in the Daredevil Series, i just hope the pacing will be ok and not just 6 hours of exposition about this reality

Echo (Alaqua Cox) will obviously return, but so will Daredevil, in his black suit (!!). It is very likely that Kingpin (Vincent D'Onofrio) will also return, given that he was shot by echo in the Hawkeye finale.

Daredevil is rumored to be looking for an old ally, that is rumored to be my baby Jessica Jones (Krysten Ritter, marvel if you recast her i sWEAR-)

Loki season 2

Loki (Tom Hiddleston) and Sylvie (Sophia di Martino) will return and will be working at McDondald's (???) according to set photos (???)

Part of the show will be set in the seventies as a Bollywood poster featuring Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani) from that town is shown in set photos

Kang will probably appear given that he seems to have took over the TVA at the end of season 1

Mobius (Owen Wilson) will most likely be back

The Marvels

We will see light of my life Kamala Khan (Iman Vellani) again

Nick Fury (Samuel L. Jackson) will most likely appear, following his appearance in secret invasion

Part of the movie is rumored to be a musical (why) as the characters end up in a planet where everyone sings. Carol (Brie Larson) is rumored to be married to this planets' leader (queen?) in a very killing eve-esque way

A scene is rumored to be a ship containing Humans, Skrulls and Flurkens (space cats!!!) being attacked (likely by Krees) and the cats gettinf people to safety

We will likely see the Kree empire again

Blade

Oooh another fun project i dont really know what to expect but it will likely be a street-level movie.

Mahershala Ali is rumored to play Blade (big yes), this is his second Marvel role after playing Cottonmouth in Netflix's Luke Cage

Anthony Starr (Homelander from the Boys) is rumored to star as Dracula

Dane Whittman (Kit Harrington) will likely star as the Black Knight after the Eternals post-credit scene featured him with the black sword adn Blade's voice

We might get a Werewolf by night (Gael Garcia Bernal) cameo (if the Halloween special is still a thing) or even a Moon Knight (Oscar Isaac) one (please marvel let me see my emotional support Dilf again)

Ironheart

Nothing much is known about the project, other than it will be centered around Riri Williams (Dominique Thorne), that will appear beforehand in Wakanda Forever

There is a rumor that Obadiah Stane's son will appear

The show might revolve around the stole stark tech mentioned in No Way Home

Agatha: Coven of Chaos

The series was renamed (previously titled house of Harkness), we will likely see other witches given the title

They might be teasing Wanda's return (please!!!!!!) as she is the only Chaos Magic wielder in the mcu

The curse Wanda (Elizabeth Olsen) put on Agatha (Kathryn Hanh) will most likely be broken after Wanda's DeAtH in MoM

Maybe we get some more information on Ralf Bohner (Evan Peters) or smt because his character in WandaVision was pointless

MePhIsTo.. no but maybe Chton??? since they changed the title to include the world Chaos

Daredevil: Born Again

The series will be 18 episodes long and most likely TV-MA (pls marvel)

Matt Murdock and Wilson Fisk will return, and so will Karen Page (Deborah Ann Woll) and Foggy Nelson (Elden Henson) most likely

The Punisher is set to return

If the Echo rumors about Jessica Jones are true, she might appear here too

If were lucky we get all of the defenders or even Claire (Rosario Dawson)

It is unclear wether this series will be the fourth season of the original, however it will probably be a soft reboot (the og series still happened so they dont have to explain character motivations and stuff but it wont be referenced

Captain America: New World Order

SAM WILSON (ANTHONY MACKIE) IS CAP, STEVE IS EITHER DECOMPOSING OR ON DEATHBED STOP SAYING HE WILL RETURN AS CAP IT FEELS RACIALLY MOTIVATED

oh and also no bucky (Sebastian Stan) will not be the next cap

he will be in this film tho, most likely and people are speculating wether he will die (i would die with him)

the title is the same as the first episode of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Isaiah Bradley (Carl Lumbly) and his nephew (Elijah Richardson) might return (pls), as well as John Walker (Wyatt Russell) and Zemo (Daniel Bruhl)

Idk why but i feel like this movie will setup the Thunderbolts, like maybe the government realize that a superhearo is more of a PR stunt that someone they cand send on possibly comprosmizing missions, which leads to the cration of this villain team

THUNDERBOLTS

Most likely we will get a tribute to William Hurt (Thaddeus Ross) given he passed away recently

Given that fact, Zemo will most likely be the leader of the team

This basically Marvel's suicide squad so i hope they manage to make the movie different enough

Valentina Allegra (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) will most likely be the one to put the team together and recruit agents.

Yelena (Florence Pugh), Bucky, Abomination (Tim Roth) and Ghost are all likely on the team

Especially ghost because i feel like they put her in Marvel Zombies out of nowhere to remind us of her existence since she wont have a major role in Quantumania

Some characters that are yet to be introduced will be in this movie

[greenlantern94to04]

The Green Lantern Stories Ron Marz Wrote BEFORE Kyle Rayner

Before becoming Green Lantern writer and co-creating our boy Kyle, Ron Marz wrote some short stories for the Green Lantern Corps Quarterly anthology series. Are these tales absolutely necessary to understand the Kyle Rayner comics this blog is supposed to be about? Nope. But I still read them because OCD compelled me to, so here they are:

Green Lantern Corps Quarterly #4 (Spring 1993)

Fun fact: the first Green Lantern created by Ron Marz wasn't Kyle Rayner, it was Torquemada, the GL who's also a space wizard. In this story, a young guy from a rival gang of space wizards sneaks into Torquemada's secret hideout to steal his GL ring, and hit on his bosomy apprentice Giselle while he's at it.

The evil wizard almost gets away with Torque's ring, but then he decides to force Giselle to make out with him before leaving... unaware that she has a curse that makes everyone she kisses turn into gold. The story ends with the reveal that there's a whole bunch of golden statues inside the hideout, including a female and a giant one, because creeps come in all shapes and sizes.

Not sure how the guy didn't see all those statues there, though. Anyway, Torquemada went on to appear a few times during Marz's run and beyond (without Giselle, unfortunately).

Green Lantern Corps Quarterly #5 (Summer 1993)

Next up is a two-part story about Alan Scott, the original 1940s Green Lantern. Ever wondered why Alan looked so young in the mid-'90s while his Justice Society of America pals looked like old geezers? This story explains it. It starts with Alan dreaming about his wife, the retired supervillain Harlequin (not that one), and waking up to find a young guy staring at him from the mirror.

(This is also how I react upon seeing my handsome face every morning.)

Alan goes out to look for whoever is pulling a Benjamin Button on him, and runs across two supposedly dead enemies of his, the Icicle and Solomon Grundy. They turn out to be illusions created a young lady who also calls herself Harlequin (not that one, either), who says she's only doing this so she and Alan can "be together". Then she disappears and leaves him alone, which is the opposite of being together. To be continued...

Green Lantern Corps Quarterly #6 (Autumn 1993)

Alan visit the JSA to let his friends know he's young again, and they immediately start trying to kill him. Supposedly it's because they think he's an impostor, but it's pretty clear that they're just jealous of his smooth skin and full head of hair.

But that's not really the JSA, it's just another illusion created by the new Harlequin. Turns out she's been obsessed with Alan since she was a kid because she has the same illusion-based powers as his wife, so she figures they should be together. Makes sense! Also, she claims that she's not the one who made him look young: he did that to himself, somehow. Alan looks kind of intrigued by Harlequin's sexy visions, but he snaps out of it when his real wife shows up. When Harlequin hurts the old lady, Alan loses it and shows HER a vision of what it'd look like if they dated, and... they'd be heavily into demonic S&M roleplaying, apparently?

(I suspect this is more about Marz trying to give artist Jim Balent some Jim Balent-type stuff to draw. Maybe Balent put it in his contract.)

This spooks the new Harlequin away and Alan has a tender reunion with his wife, who is still old. And then they went home and did S&M stuff, I guess.

Green Lantern Corps Quarterly #7 (Winter 1993)

This issue is mostly written by Marz and partly drawn by Kyle Rayner co-creator Darryl Banks, so I guess it technically counts as the start of their run. The Marz-written stories are:

The origin of Alan Scott's powers! We see the Guardians of the Universe when they were young, tall, and badass, slaying demons in a hell planet called Ysmault as part of their quest to rid the universe of magic. Once they were done with that, they crammed all that magic inside a celestial body called Starheart, part of which eventually crashed down on Earth and was forged into the magic lantern that Alan bumped into when he was young (the first time he was young, I mean). I'm not sure if this is a recap of previously known information or if Marz was the first to establish the connection between Alan and the early Guardians. Anyone know?

Alan's kids, the superheroes Jade and Obsidian, visit him for Halloween and are surprised to see that their dad is now the same age as them (Obsidian seems particularly shaken by the fact that Alan’s “in better shape” than him). Then Torquemada drops by too and asks for Alan's assistance with a space magic emergency. Jade and Obsidian want to help as well, since they didn't have their own comic at the time and could probably use the exposure, but their dad tells them to stay home with their mom. As they fly off into space, Torquemada tells Alan about all the weird magic-related stuff happening across the universe, which serves as a framing device for the rest of the stories. Including...

Marz introduces another GL who has a second job: Ash, a vampire hunter in a planet infested by vamps. When he finally kills the vampire who murdered his wife (at the cost of three fingers), Ash wants to retire from vampire hunting, but the girl he just saved asks him to keep at it because "there are monsters everywhere". Then we see that her shadow is all spooky, so I guess she was a vampire too... and she wants Ash to keep killing them anyway? Doesn't make much sense, but the story has sweet Tony Harris art so who cares.

Back to Alan and Torquemada, they reach the Starheart, which has become unstable, explaining the weird magic-related stuff going on in the universe (including Alan being de-aged). Torque says that a "Sentinel" was supposed to guard this place and prevent this from happening, but the Starheart's evil side gained sentience and killed her. Evil Starheart taunts Alan and Torque with visions of their loved ones in danger, which is pretty dumb because it just pisses Alan off and makes him fight it harder. The Starheart ends up exploding and its evil side escapes, but Alan says he'll be waiting for it whenever it resurfaces.

This conveniently sets the stage for Alan to adopt the Sentinel name when DC enacts their "there's only ONE Green Lantern and he's Kyle" rule. There was one more issue of Green Lantern Corps Quarterly but it's a (very loose) "Emerald Twilight" tie-in, so I'll cover it along with the rest of that storyline.

Oh yeah, a bunch of magic-related DC characters make very brief cameos during this story, including Blaze from the Superman comics:

And now that I've shown her I have an excuse to link to this post from my Superman '86 to '99 blog and maybe trick some readers into coming here. Hi!

[dayas]

Hi! How are you? What are some of your unpopular opinions? ☺️

Hi! I’m good, and I hope you are as well!

UNPOPULAR OPINIONS

Almond milk is NASTY. Like, nasty. It just... does not hit.

I’m watching Cursed rn (2 episodes in woo!) and Nimue and Arthur actually aren’t that bad. I prefer ships with more development (like a LOT MORE) but they aren’t awful! I don’t exactly ship them like that, but they aren’t super bad. Still watching from a Nimulot lens because of a few posts that hit me in the chest though 🙈

Not technically an unpopular opinion but speaking of Cursed, NIMUE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BLACK! If you look up the original illustrations from the book, her skin is colored brown. She has Afrocentric features, at the very least she was supposed to be SOME sort of POC. No hate or shame to Katherine Langford since she probably didn’t know about it, but nobody is talking about this for some odd reason and it’s actually hella important. Just watching the show, for me it would be more impactful and powerful to see a black actress portray Nimue. Not to mention the whole Netflix colorism issue but that’s just a whole nother rant waiting to happen diidjdsm

I don’t know if this counts but I will never watch LOK because of what they did to Katara and Zutara in general. I just can’t get over everything I’ve heard about her being sidelined to just the Avatar’s wife with NO STATUES, as well as everything with Sokka and Suki, not to mention Aang not paying any attention to his non fire bender kids. Just... no. Let me live in my non canon world please and thank you 😂

Finnrey over Reylo. Always.

IRIS WEST DESERVES BETTER THAN THE HATE SHE GETS! Westallen hits af and that’s that.

Jane Eyre (in its original form) is overhyped because of the BLATANT RACISM. I pretended Eliza Bennet was black with relatively no issues but I can’t get past the treatment/description of Rochester’s wife in JE. BIPOC deserve regency era aus and other things (dark academia, mythology, etc) without it being tainted.

MORE BIPOC IN PERIOD PIECES, ESPECIALLY FANTASY! NOT AN UNPOPULAR OPINION I JUST WANTED TO SCREAM ABOUT IT 😂

Tiktok is overhyped compared to Vine. Like sure dance challenges are fun but have you ever felt as seen as when you say, “And they were roommates!” and someone else responds, “Oh my god, they were roommates!” Or someone goes, “I’m Jared, 19,” and everybody just gets it immediately. Speaking of, Addison Rae and Dixie and Charli are also overhyped. Like can y’all prop up the black girls and other woc that slay challenges and create them instead of the white girls who get popular doing them???? Thank you.

You shouldn’t write bipoc characters if you’re not bipoc IF the focus of the fic is centered in racism. PLEASE write bipoc characters as JUST characters, as people, not as stereotypes or means to an end.

More soft Bruce Wayne. Gotham’s Bruce is my favorite because they dug into the vulnerability. Like yeah he was a kid but omggg it hit so much harder when he became Batman because you could tell that he still cared about his actions. Like Batman isn’t about just brutalizing people and beating them up, he as a superhero and as a person is so much more than that.

More artist!mj. Let her paint, draw, sculpt, SOMEBODY MAKE A SCULPTOR MJ AU STAT PLEASE!

Not an unpopular opinion technically, just a reminder that Scott McCall was the protagonist of Teen Wolf.

Mal (from Descendants) is HELLA overhyped. Disney villanized two black girls for wanting equality/their life back, and to be honest that says a lot about them.

Bonnie Bennett deserved better. Not exactly unpopular but OH MY GOD! She never got to dress up as much as the other girls, Julie Plec made her the Magical Negro stereotype, and right as she was about to be okay, STEFAN RIPPED HER ONE CONSISTENT L.I.’S HEART OUT IN LITERALLY THE SECOND TO LAST EPISODE. Like are you kidding me? At the VERY LEAST, we should’ve gotten Bonkai, especially with Post Merge Kai in his right mind with emotions. Bamon would have hit so hard though, Klonnie too. Justice for Bonnie Bennett, please.

Reminder that these are just my opinions! It’s all chill and all love around here 💞

That’s all for this ask! Thanks for asking!

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hi!! Im here looking for the ships?? (I love your writing btw). Im a 16 year old female, six foot (god help me), I have red hair and blue/grey eyes.I play clarinet and also do theatre. My all-time favorite movie is the original Halloween. Im very energetic and hyper and I love really hard and really fast. I’m also very tactile and love to touch my s/o or close friends in some way at almost all times.I’m bi, so I dont really care what gender I get, but I’d prefer it from the Teen Wolf universe!!!

Omg you are so sweet, and I totally splurged for this ask. I can be sweettalked into anything flattery will get you everywhere

But babe I couldn’t decide on a ship....So I settled for three. Hope you’re not disappointed 😉, enjoy 💙

Scott

Scott would meet you when he stumbled into the band room looking for either a class or some recently escaped beastie, and lock eyes with you....

Only to dash out of the room again, more than a little confused about why his heart sputtered upon seeing that girl with the beautiful red hair that glinted in the sun.

Allison introduces you two—you and her were friends in theatre, and Allison was intrigued by your skills of observation. You’d noticed a supernatural thing here and there, and had even covered for the Pack just because you were, well, you. So Allison decided to pull you in to the pack, and you were more than willing to join the supernatural world.

The meeting went a little something like this:

Allison politely made the intros,

“Scott, this is my friend Y/N. Scott? Your mouth is just—it’s just hanging open. Say something.”

Scott blinked, and said,

“....Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, Scott.”

Stiles face palmed, muttering,

“Close enough.”

You shook Scott’s hand, electricity firing between your fingers, and smiled.

Scott STILL didn’t understand why it felt like his stomach was doing the conga, and he couldn’t stop smiling back at you.

A few weeks later, it wasn’t until Stiles pointed out the fact that Scott was still blushing an hour after you’d complimented his handwriting or something, idk his taste in pen choices (this boi would be shook no matter what you said), that Scott clued in.

From there, he was an adorable mess.

He wouldn’t for one second be put off by your height, thinking it just one of the million things that makes you a literally goddess in his eyes. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, the way you’d drink a can of freakin’ soda would be beautiful to him. It was the way you treat people, with sweetness and energy and passion that made him fall for you.

For real though, he’d be doodling his last name tagged on to the end of yours (or vice versa) after the first date.

Scott would one hundred percent be the Supportive Boyfriend, happily carrying your textbook between classes, opening doors and giving you his jacket.

But he’d also be the fun boyfriend.

You want to see Halloween for, well, Halloween? This boy has got a private drive-in movie theatre set up. You want to see the newest play they’ve got down at the community center? Well you’re gonna go sneak in and watch from the rafters, because it’s more fun that way and way more romantic.

This boy is so touch-starved that he takes every chance to make out with you, every chance to make your heart beat quicker (and believe me, he’s listening). But he’s also Scott-captain-of-toothache-sweet-McCall, and he’s the master of hand holding, swinging his arm over your shoulders, brushing your hair back and playing with the little baby hairs at the nape of your neck. This boy will have every freckle, every scar, every eyelash memorized because he just wants to know everything about you and make you feel as loved and appreciated as you deserve ♥️

Malia

Malia would literally die when she saw you. “She’s tall? And gorgeous? And can act? And she’s literally perfect?!”

When Stiles introduced you as the secret weapon of the group, aka the badass one that always had the best ideas, the logical decisions, the kickass attitude of positivity no matter the odds, Malia was strangely quiet, letting her hair fall in her face to hide the clumsy, blushy mess just a glance from your sea-glass eyes could make her.

Being a touchy person, you might have swung your arm around her strolling down the hall between classes, or in the parking lot after school.

Malia, being Malia, would automatically lean in to it (being a tactile person herself). Then she’d see who it was, turning her head and coming nose-to-nose with you.🙀

The look on her face was enough to send you into a fit of giggles, and just the sound of that was plenty enough to make her grin ear to ear.

“Can you do that again?” She’d ask softly as you began to stop. You’d look up, surprised.

Malia shrugged, blushy mess appearing.

“I like it when you laugh.”

Thus cue the cUTESt relationship in which Malia does any and everything to make you laugh, make you smile, make you happy. That means finding the absolute dumbest puns and delivering them with a straight face in the middle of a Bio test; that means knotting her fingers through yours every chance she gets because she just cannot get over how amazing it feels to have your skin sliding against hers. That means protecting you at every turn, and letting you protect her because Malia doesn’t believe for one second that you’re not just as capable of fighting however you choose, human or no. Malia would lay her head on your shoulder one day, smiling at the sight of your hand on hers, and kiss the back of it.

“I love you, Y/N,” she’d whisper, so soft and careful. You’d kiss her on the side of her head, smiling into her hair as you breathed in her woodsy scent.

“I love you too, Malia.”

Derek

Derek is hella angsty, or at least goes for the aesthetic of it.😈

But like any vaguely-aged young man, he’s not impervious to cinematic perfection. He’d end up squished in line next to you for a special promotion of Halloween. You, being adorable and outgoing, would strike up conversation. Him, being a broody leather-clad hottie, would say something snippy in return.

Buuut he noticed the way your eyes lit up when you talked about loving the movie, how you were so energetic talking with your hands and he was gripped by the strange urge to hold one.

Derek left quickly after that, and only ran into you as you, and your friends Scott and Stiles, started to meddle in the affairs of the supernatural world.

He. Was. NOT. Going. To. Fall. For. You.

He told himself like eighteen times a day, and failed each time.

Lydia didn’t fail to notice it, making little jokes here and there.

“And where is your leather-wearing bodyguard, Y/N? Out slaying dragons?”

“First of all, you’re weird. Second of all, what are the chances of dragons actually being real???”

Things only began to heat up when YOU took initiative.

Tired of all the mutual pining, the longing stares, the wagging eyebrows from stiles, and the undercurrent of admittedly sexy tension, you cornered Derek.

Buuut you hardly got two words out before his mouth was on yours, his hands in your hair.

When you two finally broke apart for air, you were stunned at the look on Derek’s face.

He was grinning, actually BEAMING. He rested his forehead against yours with a special tenderness, and whispered,

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

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Neo soul fashion on a rise ? Written by Jaz 

 Neo soul was the soundtrack to your mother and father’s black love story, your political voice for the black community, and just the all around black women soundtrack to life! I grow up in the era where Neo soul was at its most high in records sales! From the early 90’s we were introduced to these staggering artist. Artist like the Fugees, Maxwell, Lauryn Hill and so many more that paved the way for powerful black men and afro-centric women. Neo soul fashion started out with just a bunch of black men and women and artist happily embracing their culture and having love for one another. It gave a power platform for African Americans to speak what was on their mind through life and in the entertainment industry. Did I mention the men and women in the industry not only inspire others that wasn’t celebrities to embark on the trendy fashion.


  When Kedar Massenburg, music industry entrepreneur and  Motown former president marketed the genre Neo soul; Massenburg not only marketed a genre for great rappers, singers, and poets . With artists soulful lyrics,angelic voices,and power rhythms that was destined to heard. The fashion is what turned head in music video and red carpets and for award shows. 

Erykah Badu unique head wraps to Lauryn Hill and Indie Arie naturally embracing their own hair, the Neo soul fashion gave black men and women a sense of self freedom to actually say hey this is my hair this is my style get over it !! The early 2000’s we had powerful women and men on tv shows, movies,also in the modeling industry, We even have tv network called BET (black entertainment television) to show us the black girl magic style and identity that black women was searching for! Women like Tracey Ellis-Ross giving us all types of Afro-centric vibes with her own little twist of sexy and confident diva . Ya ya DaCosta from America’s Next Top Model. Ripping every runaway in her natural hair and, also off the runway in her tribal dress. Not thinking twice about what the masses of the industry say “is unprofessional”. Tv shows like girlfriends, singers like Jill Scott, and actors like Jada Pinkett Smith all broke barriers for Neo soul, music. But emerged into a powerful fashion statement! 

Neo soul and its fashion trends began to decline. After the early 2000’s Tv shows started to get canceled with the everyday,hardworking successful black women as the leading roles. Only very few Neo soul artist continue on with the movement. Only a few televisions networks continue to give the fashion and trail blazing music a spotlight. Instead platform such as MTV, E news and other networks decry the fashion and music instead of embracing it. 

Since 2016-2018, I've noticed with the black girl magic movement, Neo soul fashion has became once again the talk of the town in urban community fashion. To the tribal skirts, the melanin popping shirt, and hair wraps that  ARE WRAPS TO THE GODS !!!  You can even see some inspiring looking in tv show  again for example insecure with actor Issa Rae. She embodies the look and attitude of everyday black Afrocentric women on and off the tv screen. Singer song-writer Alicia Key who will now only embrace her natural skin and hair. By refusing to let magazine companies photoshop and alter her natural looks. Even smooth men like Ne-yo, Dewle, Anthony Hamilton,and Andre 3000. Who gives just the right amount of Neo soul swagger on the stage and on red carpets. That inspire great urban outfits for men on any social occasion. 

The head wraps and Afrocentric looks are more than just fashion. It’s a reminder of our roots and where we came from.its a celebration for our history in a American and our integrity in a land that isn’t really the free for African American.Neo soul genre and its marvelous styles are something that every black man and women of today should have to look fly and turn heads at any party! It’s so many new styles when it come to the Neo soul fashion trend. You have Solange Knowles and Lisa bonnet with a Bohemian more centric look. H.E.R with her modern day Neo soul look. Ava DuVernay and Vola Davis slaying with their business chic Neo soul look on red carpet. While kicking down barriers with Afro style on Emmy winning, and Oscar nominated tv show, and movies. There are also classic male looks like dwele, Yasin Bey, Common, and the roots to keep you looking sexy chic and nerd fine !!! Neo soul fashion illustrate gorgeous styles and made statements throughout the years in the entertainment industry. Let’s hope the style and the confidence in women and men to embrace themselves for who they are is here to stay!

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National Enquirer, October 5

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Cops in the Crosshairs

Page 2: Fears for the health of Ryan Seacrest as Keeping Up with the Kardashians which is his cash cow is being put out to pasture -- Ryan is pulling his hair out about the potential loss of revenue and racking his brain trying to come up with something that can replace it 

Page 3: Ellen DeGeneres is in a panic fearing she may lose her daytime TV show and wife Portia de Rossi in the wake of the scandal that’s tarnished her once pristine reputation as the Queen of Nice -- Ellen is in the deepest funk of her life as most of her high-powered Hollywood pals have been ghosting her and she is convinced there may be no coming back from this -- what’s more Ellen is concerned additional bad news may drive away her wife Portia 

Page 4: Kelly Clarkson has vowed to remain silent about the nightmare behind her divorce from Brandon Blackstock to protect her kids -- Kelly is known for oversharing but she’s keeping her lips zipped about Brandon because she never wants her children to know how bad things really were with their dad 

Page 5: Cardi B’s divorce filing from Offset described her marriage as irretrievably broken -- Cardi accused Offset of cheating in 2018 five months after the birth of their daughter Kulture and Offset seemed to own up to his infidelities on Instagram -- following the massive success of WAP Cardi finally listened to pals who have been telling her to toss the cheater but she wants the break to be amicable and will accept a joint custody arrangement for Kulture 

Page 6: Kanye West is crowing he personally engineered the downfall of Keeping Up with the Kardashians and that he’s the one calling the shots in his marriage to Kim Kardashian from now on -- Kanye hated the show and his constant negativity wore Kim down and killed it for her too and without her it couldn’t possibly go on -- Kanye believes Kim’s appearance on the show was at the heart of all their problems and now that she’s out of there he’s got every hope they can fix things 

Page 7: Endless renovations at their Los Angeles mansion have left George and Amal Clooney at each other’s throats and the feuding twosome are on the brink of a $500 million divorce -- the construction work which has soared over budget to more than $1 million has confined them to close quarters with their twins Ella and Alexander and they’re constantly bumping heads, love-hungry Katie Holmes is heading for a showdown with new boyfriend Emilio Vitolo Jr.’s scorned ex Rachel Emmons who was blindsided by Emilio and now she’s demanding answers from both him and Katie -- Katie knew Emilio was engaged to the designer but launched a steamy fling with him anyway and Rachel is not finished with Emilio or Katie by a long shot 

Page 8: Hollywood Hookups -- Ray J and Princess Love split again, Kaia Gerber and Jacob Elordi dating, Cassie Randolph gets a restraining order from Colton Underwood 

Page 9: Queen Elizabeth snubbed Tom Cruise’s request for a private chat and it’s got the snobby superstar’s nose out of joint -- the Scientology poster boy got the bright idea to drop in on the British royal while filming the latest Mission: Impossible movies using London as a base because he is a huge royal fan but so far no one from the palace has responded and Tom’s ego is hurt because almost no one refuses the opportunity to meet with Tom and no isn’t a word he’s used to hearing and being ignored happens even less -- Her majesty would barely know who Tom Cruise is and he’d be just another American pipsqueak to her and Hollywood is not exactly her favorite place at the moment 

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Kristen Taekman of The Real Housewives of New York City in California, Riley Keough at the beach in Malibu, Frances McDormand offered the Vulcan salute before the L.A. screening of her film Nomadland, Jennifer Lopez at a lunch date in NYC, Bruce Willis out and about in Brentwood 

Page 11: A skin cancer scare has friends of sun-worshipping Caitlyn Jenner worried she’s playing Russian roulette with her health -- Caitlyn recently revealed a doctor took all the skin off her nose and reattached it to patch up a skin cancer scar -- she’s been treated for skin cancers on her cheek and nose but she’s a self-confessed tanning freak and can often be seen playing golf under the blazing California sun, Sofia Richie is getting revenge on ex Scott Disick by flirting up a storm with Will Smith’s son Jaden Smith and a string of other studs -- her phone was ringing off the hook with hot guys wanting a date and now that Sofia’s finally got Scott out of her hair she plans to show him what he’s missing

Page 12: Straight Shuter -- Gavin Rossdale plays tennis (picture), Kelly Ripa is fuming over Drew Barrymore’s new talk show and it’s been made clear to A-listers if they appear on Drew’s show they will not be welcomed back to talk with Kelly and Ryan Seacrest any time soon and the competition between talk shows to book big-name celebrity guests has never been more intense, there’s a new stud in town at ABC and it’s got World News Tonight anchor David Muir’s knickers in a twist because weekend anchor Tom Llamas is horning in on David’s spotlight, Britney Spears and her little sister Jamie Lynn Spears are looking for a home together because Jamie Lynn has accepted that she’ll need to help look after Britney for the rest of her life and Britney can afford to buy a house with separate wings so they’ll each have their privacy but Jamie Lynn can keep an eye on Britney 

Page 13: In the latest sex scandal to hit the Fox News network senior legal analyst and former New Jersey judge Andrew Napolitano is battling back against allegations he sexually abused a New Jersey man in the 1980s, frail Ryan O’Neal reconciled with daughter Tatum O’Neal after 17 years but he’s a long way off from doing the same with son Redmond O’Neal -- ailing Ryan has distanced himself from his only child with the late Farrah Fawcett since Redmond was arrested and charged with attempted murder and assault with a deadly weapon and brandishing a knife and battery in 2018 -- Ryan sees Redmond’s troubles and demons as his alone to conquer and may even cut Redmond out of his will 

Page 14: Crime

Page 15: Reality show train-wrecks Kate and Jon Gosselin have renewed their toxic battle as the bickering exes engage in an ugly war of words over child abuse charges 

Page 16: Goodfellas movie gangster Ray Liotta has taken his whirlwind romance with brunette stunner Jacy Nittolo to the next level by tying the knot -- his new bride’s father was a real-life killer Stewart Woodman who was found guilty in 1990 of the execution-style slaying of his parents, Zac Efron’s summer lovin’ with an Aussie waitress seems to have already hit a sour note -- Zac has been living the high life Down Under with Vanessa Valladares since he hit up her boss for her number two months ago but by early September the pair were caught on camera in an outdoor cafe reportedly locked in a heated argument about their future -- this has been a fun fling for Zac but the reality is he has to head back to the U.S. and attend to his career while Vanessa is just a kid and her whole life is in Australia 

Page 17: Denise Richards is ditching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills in a desperate bid to save her marriage -- the endless rehash of former co-star Brandi Glanville’s allegations they shared a same-sex fling despite Denise’s denials has pushed her relationship with alt-medicine guru Aaron Phypers onto life support 

Page 18: American Life -- I was trapped in wildfire hell 

Page 19: Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood plan to tell their story in a no-holds-barred documentary -- the country duo hopes to mimic the success of Walk the Line which was a biopic about Johnny Cash and June Carter’s fiery romance and they’ve been talking to producers and writers -- they’ll also discuss their weight battles and food binges and how they got back in shape with clips of Garth working out and Trisha whipping up some of her healthier meals 

Page 20: America’s colleges infested by spies -- enemy nations using top schools to steal vital secrets and recruit moles 

Page 22: They Stayed After Partners Strayed -- cheating scandals that couldn’t tear star couples apart -- Jay-Z and Beyonce, David Letterman and Regina Lasko, Woody Harrelson and Laura Louie 

Page 23: Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne, Jada Pinkett Smith and Will Smith, Kevin Hart and Eniko Parrish 

Page 26: Jaime King is locked in a vicious war with estranged husband Kyle Newman who has accused her of being a chronic drug addict and alcoholic and cleaning out their bank accounts -- Kyle also claims Jaime was abusing drugs during her two pregnancies and that their son Leo was born addicted to opiates -- Kyle said he makes $750 a month now as a writer and claimed he had to give up his directing career to look after their family and after their unsuccessful settlement talks in June he claimed Jaime went to Canada to film her show Black Summer leaving the boys with him for four months without support or any funds 

Page 27: Hoops phenom Maya Moore recently revealed she married Jonathan Irons the man she put her high-flying sports career on hold for as she helped free him from prison following his wrongful conviction more than 20 years ago -- Maya considered one of the greatest WNBA players ever ditched the league in 2019 to focus on social justice issues and secure Jonathan’s release -- Jonathan now 40 was only 16 when he was slapped with a 50-year sentence for burglary and assault in Missouri 

Page 28: Cover Story -- Cops in the crosshairs

Page 32: Acting legend Diana Rigg’s dying regret was that she never took advantage of the steamy chemistry she shared with Avengers co-star Patrick Macnee -- their sexual tension drove the series and young Diana always wanted to make it a reality but Patrick was married to Katherine Woodville at the time 

Page 34: Health Watch 

Page 36: Film femme fatale Sharon Stone is 62 but griped that folks are still angling to get an eyeful of her rack -- she compared her situation to Marilyn Monroe’s where she did movies that mattered but she still couldn’t get completely out of being that thing, Duane “Dog” Chapman claimed his late wife Beth haunted him after he found new love with fiancee Francie Frane 

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Robert Pattinson 

Page 45: Spot the Differences -- Laurence Leboeuf and Kenny Wong on Transplant 

Page 47: Odd List 

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The Fashion Flex At Harper's Bazaar's ICON Party Was REAL - Zendaya, Janelle Monae, Tiffany Haddish, Normani, Kehlani & YG & More!

No fights this year! Just fashion. See looks from Zendaya, Janelle Monae, Tiffany Haddish, Normani, Kehlani and more at Harper's Bazaar's NYFW Party inside...

Harper's Bazaar ICONS party during New York Fashion Week went down without any shoe throwing antics like last year. This year was all about fashion and celebs in attendance really came through with the over-the-top lewks to celebrate the most stylish time of year.

Ditching the usual gown for a red carpet affair, “Euphoria” star Zendaya played up the androgynous vibes, rocking a charcoal grey Berluti printed suit with a tie and black Christian Louboutin pumps with tights to the event. Oh, and get this…

The power suit is from the menswear brand's Winter 2019 collection. So yes, chick can rock menswear just as fierce as she can women’s clothes.

Singer Janelle Monae loves a party look and she always executes her looks stylishly. The Dirty Computer singer hit the carpet in a frilly Alexandre Vauthier couture mini dress with a satin bow ties. She completed her look with sparkly booties, a mini clutch and crystal hairpins to keep her braided ponytail in tact.

The award winning actress brought her WONDALAND crew along with her.

After slaying her performance at this year's MTV Video Music Awards, Normani made her way to the biggest fashion party of the year.

The former Fifth Harmony singer served up thigh action in a couture netted one-shoulder Rami Kai dress that featured a yellow bustier bodysuit. Her hair and makeup was on point rounding out her ensemble.

Tiffany Haddish is never scared to step outside of the box in the name of fashion even if It lands her a spot on the Worst Dressed list. “The Last O.G.” star rolled up to the party in a bridal-like Karen Sabag dress. And well, it’s not our fave.

The Night School actress provided an update on her good friend Kevin Hart following his serious car crash last week.

"He's OK. He's doing fine," Tiffany told Entertainment Tonight during the bash. "As far as I know, from the last I heard, he's fine."

She said he's already making strides in his recovering, revealing, "He's already walking. He's good."

Glad to hear!

Well, show off then Winnie Harlow. The Victoria Secret's model did NOT disappoint in this Zac Posen concotion.

Model Slick Woods, who's currently starring on "Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood," showed off her love for fashion in a green Rami Kadi gown. We feelin' it?

"Orange Is The New Black" star Dascha Polanco posed it up in a Bronx and Banco gun-metal dress topped with a feathered hat.

Grammy Award winner Alicia Keys kept it simple in a Mugle LBD paired with coral sandals for a pop of color on the carpet. The singer - who's featured on the September/ICONS issue of Harper's Bazaar - was tapped to perform at this year's celebration.

New couple Kehlani and YG solidified their coupledom status, making their first red carpet appearance together at the ICONS party during NYFW.

The singer rocked a red Michael Cinco feathered ball gown that looked very similar to the Dolce & Gabbana gown Cardi B wore last year.

The new couple was all smiles in a photo-op with "Power" star Joseph Sikora.

Kehlani also nabbed a cute flick with Normani.

Speaking of couples...

Rapper Quavo got cutesy with his girlfriend Saweetie - styled in a cut-out Roberto Cavalli dress - on the carpet.

Can't front - she looks good.

"Claws" actress Karrueche - who was rumored to be dating Quavo a few years ago - rolled up on the scene with her fashion lover boyfriend/former NFL star Victor Cruz.

They were spotted getting kissy as well.  So cute!

"The Vampire Diaries" actress Kat Graham was all about peek-a-boo skin in this black Farhad Re couture gown.

Victoria's Secret model Cindy Bruna also wore Farhad Re couture at the event, showing off those A1 legs of hers.

Oh, hey Little Red Riding Hood! Model Halima Aden - who became the first model to rock a hijab & burkini on the cover of Sport's Illustrated's swimsuit edition - posed it up in a satin Phuong My hooded coat.

Lionel Richie's daughter Sofia Richie - who celebrated her 21st birthday last month with her boyfriend Scott Disick - sparkled all over the carpet in a LaBourjoisi two piece.

Model Jasmine Sanders - the ex-girlfriend of TV personality Terrence J -  put her best model foot forward in a pink Nedo dress with a Giuseppe Zanotti clutch and Christian Louboutin shoes.

Transgender activist Janet Mock never disappoints! Sis killed this Prada look.

Model Jasmine Tookes wore a white one-shouldered, high slit Paule Ka dress.

Fab model chick Alek Wek worked this colorful number accessorized with Cartier jewelry.

Model Joan Smalls worked the carpet in a Tom Ford dress with Messika jewelry, posing it up alongside her model friends Candice Swanepoel and Doutzen Kroes.

  Fab & fun times!

  Photos: Getty

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The Undertaker and The Undeniable Truth

The crowd booed loudly as The Undertaker walked down the entrance ramp of the Spectrum in Philadelphia in 1992. Led in the ring by the equally pale and slightly more unnerving Paul Bearer, Undertaker set his sights for the ring, ominously sizing up his opponent. I felt the warmth of the stadium dissipate, giving way to a cold that ran up my spine, or so I had thought I’d felt. I sat with my eyes wide open under the bent brim of my Seattle Mariners hat, mesmerized by this gigantic and, apparently undead, man walk slowly and methodically towards the ring. I had no idea what “kayfabe” meant as a squirmy seven year old. I just knew this thing was the scariest thing I’d ever seen, and that my attention was completely focused on him. I was so entranced in his entrance, I couldn’t hear the roar of the crowd as his opponent, Jake “the Snake” Roberts, entered the ring to begin their match. I was captivated by the energy, the pageantry, the excitement of a WWE (then WWF) live event, and The Undertaker captured all of that by himself.

That day at the Spectrum was a wonderful touchstone in a lifelong fanaticism with professional wrestling. My brothers and I spent hours acting out all of our favorite promos from the Ultimate Warrior, belting out the theme songs of our favorite Superstars, and became deeply distressed at any sign of Hulk Hogan losing the upper hand. Saturday mornings were sacred, the squared circle our church, and the Superstars our Biblical figures, with their storylines as hallowed as the stories of Moses and Abraham. I can’t think of my childhood without the thought of the WWE in my mind. My brothers and I agonized over which Superstar would win the Royal Rumble and who, if anyone, would beat the Undertaker at Wrestlemania. WWE had grown with us, with Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage giving way to Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels, then giving way to The Rock and Stone Cold Steve Austin. Each year that passed brought a new storyline to become deeply involved with, new drama to be captivated by, a new Wrestlemania to desperately wait for.

We couldn’t have known as children the impact The Undertaker would have on professional wrestling and a generation of children, including the wide eyed, brown haired little boy in the nosebleed section of the Spectrum that day in 1992. His storied career has spanned more than three decades, the majority of that time as “The Deadman”. We watched him slay giants, be buried alive, become one of the darkest villains in the history of sports entertainment, transform into the American Bad Ass, and then take his rightful throne as the real “Mr. Wrestlemania” (sorry, Shawn Michaels, but you know it’s true). Last night, after his loss to Roman Reigns at Wrestlemania 33, the Deadman placed the pieces that made him iconic in the middle of the ring and symbolically brought an end to his historic career.

Life is funny sometimes. Some days bring reminders of good moments in your life. A cigarette smell brings you right back to the afternoon you spent swimming in your Uncle Lon’s swimming pool, while he enjoyed his Marlboro Lights and black coffee on the covered porch of his Levittown home. A crack of a baseball bat connecting with a 98 mile an hour pitch sends you to the hazy summer afternoon spent in the blue seats of Veterans Stadium with your brothers, dad, and favorite perpetual teenager, Uncle Rick. Waves crashing against the sandy beach transports you to the summer of your first vacation crush when you went to Cape May Courthouse with your mom and brothers, and the impending heartbreak that comes with saying goodbye when the trip is over. While her name has been eternally lost in translation between your short and long term memories, you can see her brown hair blowing in the wind as you threw sea shells into the ocean with her, and you can hear her laugh at the terrible joke you told her seconds before she kissed you. Wonderful, amazing moments that push the course of your life in new, exciting directions, and these life receipts, whether tangible or connected to senses, connect you directly to your past.

Other days are reminders of mortality and the unstoppable aging process that precedes our inevitable fate. Those reminders perpetually yield an absolute sadness, a melancholy that lingers over my daily routine like an obnoxious itch on your leg after a mosquito bite. It’s like a bitter aftertaste from a terrible drink your brother swore was delicious, and you knew better than to trust him on his decision making, but you drank it anyway, and no amount of water will dilute its foul remnants. No one and no actual thing prepares you for each loss you experience in life, nor do they buffer you from the successive losses of your childhood that accompany each passing year. There’s no guide to prepare for the first major loss in your life, as Uncle Lon slips away from cancer. The life lessons and tough skin Uncle Lon’s passing brought most certainly did not prepare you for the loss of Uncle Rick, also from cancer. Although you were older when Uncle Rick got sick, and you “convinced” yourself you could handle it because you knew it was coming, that the inevitability of his passing was sealed in his book of life, you’d literally give anything to sit and enjoy a Burger King cheeseburger and talk Phillies with him for another five minutes. You lose close friends by way of accident, and each loss never gets easier, as if I’m expecting the sudden, unexpected, and emotionally devastating passing of Scott Palek to somehow cushion me from the air constricting, guttural reaction I experience when learning Jeremy Fischer passed. Forty pounds and twice a day anxiety medicine told me that I wasn’t cushioned at all. They all become immediate reminders that the only constant in life is death, and, to quote John Mayer, “we’re never going to stop this train.”

Wrestlemania 33 brought one more reminder of this nonstop train. I remember speaking to my wife a few days before Wrestlemania 33, and saying, “I can’t believe Taker’s wrestling again. I don’t know how much more his body can take. He’s getting older, he’s probably past time to hang it up.” I said these things, not at all expecting him to do just that. I had the same thoughts about Goldberg, Sting, and other titans of professional wrestling coming back for one more round. Like Goldberg and Sting, The Undertaker owes us no more than he’s already given us. He’s entertained me, my brothers, and legions of fans across decades, putting his body and safety on the line in death defying, jaw dropping, heart pounding fashions, each and every time. I, like so many others, plead for more entertainment, more excitement, more action, but in reality, we’re pleading for a return to times long past. We project these fleeting wishes onto The Undertaker, a man who represents the last tangible piece of those times. The Undertaker hasn’t transitioned into that next plane of existence, like Robin Williams, The Ultimate Warrior, Chris Farley, Ryan Dunn, and countless other people, places, and things that no longer exist but in memory. The idea of him, however, his aura, and what he represents, now joins that plane in my mind. The Undertaker was the last tangible piece of my childhood that existed. I could watch his matches and remember that day vividly in the Spectrum, and become lost again as a child, discussing with my brothers whether or not was really dead and what was really in that urn. As I turn the calendar of another year of life, I find myself a year older, and another year as a father. I’ve shifted the life roles from child to father, and my father has become the wise grandfather, imparting wisdom and guidance on days where I can’t imagine my children acting any worse, and him gently reminding me that days like today don’t come back, and the better way to view life was to just breath and enjoy the ride. I snap back into the moment, looking towards two sets of little eyes above chocolate covered faces, and then repeating the Aladdin song to hear the sweet singing voice of my oldest serenade me one more time.

The seven year old boy is crying quietly, arms draped on the railing of the Spectrum, pulling his bent brimmed Seattle Mariners hat over his face to hide the tears, as another one of his heroes, and another, perhaps final, piece of his childhood makes the inevitable transition from present to past, short term to long term memory, taking its place with Uncle Lon, Uncle Rick, lost loves at the beach, and infinite life receipts, to peek out from time to time to remind us of who we are, the roads we’ve traveled, and where we’re headed next.

But I’m sitting here, typing through tears, saying “…maybe one more match for us? Please?”

Thank you for everything, Mark Calaway. You have made my life better and enjoyable in measurable ways I’m not sure I could accurately describe, and I thank you for every single moment of joy, excitement, and entertainment you’ve provided me.

[batwynn]

Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains. Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.

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College is like walking on stage without knowing a single word or what the play even is. Stiles has no idea what the fuck he’s doing here or why he chose to do this alone; but he knows how to rip tattooed skin of a Druid to save the lives of his friends. He knows how to trap and kill a rabid alpha. He knows a spell to turn blood into glass. He knows how to run, and hurt, and grit his teeth through it all. Not exactly stuff he can use in his essays on anthropology, but maybe his psychology professor can diagnose his brand of fucked up.

Still, college is safe, and so what if Stiles doesn’t know what to do with safe. It’s not anyone’s fault but his own. So what if he’s across the country, a secluded hermit in the middle of one of the most crowded cities in America. He calls the pack every single day, he talks and talks and talks until they have to go. Back to class, back to work, back to unsafe and life-saving heroics. Scott will never change, Jesus Christ, he’ll never change.

Do a flip, Scotty. Forget to call me, again. Forget the promises we made. Forget what words set me off. Forget our plans. Forget my voice. Forget me.

It’s no one’s fault but his own.

Stiles doodles on his notes. Okay, so to be more accurate, he notes on his doodles. It might kind of be a problem, if he cared—that’s a whole other problem—but he doesn’t fail any of his classes so obviously there’s a method to his madness. He’s doing really well here, alone.

He’s fine.

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New York City is actually not safe. Like, holy shit. Maybe it’s just bad timing on his part, because there’s literally seven different wars going on all the time while the tourists ooh and aaah their way through the busy streets. In the back alleys, the quieter places, five packs and two human gangs are trying to annihilate each other. Each one is almost exactly the fucking same, so much so that it would be totally hilarious if they weren’t killing people. Furious supernatural and humans pulling out the big guns and pissing on everyone else’s trees. It’s dangerous, stupid, bloody stuff.

Stiles dives into headfirst the second classes end.

And for the first time in the past year and a half, he’s numb to the lie burning in the back of his throat.

Of course, it doesn’t last. There’s hunters called in to 'settle’ the 'dispute’. Hunters that maybe vaguely care about peace, but get hard for a good ol’ shoot out. So of course it doesn’t last—Stiles doesn’t last. He gets tired, gets slow. Slips up.

Gets shot.

. . .

A few times.

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Is he really okay?

The coal is back, cooking away his torn up insides. Three bullets later and he’s just so fucking tired.

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t even blink when Derek shows up in his hospital room. He doesn’t even question the fact that Derek is the one who’s here, or that he was the one to call his father, the pack, and Scott. (It turns out, Stiles might have forgotten to call them for a few weeks while he scuttled around a war zone.)

Stiles is also just too tired for Derek’s anger, even if it does come from a place of concern. He’s too tired to do their usual song and dance, and for once—for goddamn once—Derek lets it go.

Stiles tells him, ’I’m fine,’ and Derek Hale just nods, sits down, and exists with him.

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When he finds out that Derek has been in New York all along, Stiles is suddenly not tired at all anymore

There’s a lot of WTF’s.

Derek seems really smug about those, though, like that’s what he wanted to hear when he told Stiles he’s been living in the same city this whole time. So much for skipping their song and dance, he’s got Stiles flailing his cast-heavy arm at him and everything is sliding into place until they’re actually laughing.

The coal shrivels. Hello ember.

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Stiles has a nice rest of his summer vacation after his little foray into the New York Pack Wars.

'Nice’ means: pleasant, agreeable, satisfactory.

Stiles means: the rest of his summer vacation isn’t as horrible as certain previous summer vacations, and therefor sets a new standard for 'not as terrible as it could be.’

Because healing sucks. It’s slow, painful, mysterious—stitches are weird and fun!—and on its own, healing can be very annoying. Add Derek Hovering Hale to the mix, and Stiles has to use his outside voice more than a few times.

Smotherwolf.

(His stupid heart skips a beat when he says how much he hates it. Fuck, he used to be so good at this.)

But it’s not awful. Because, apparently, now that the wolf is out of the bag about sharing city space, Derek decides it’s time to hang out. And by 'hang out,’ Derek means move in together. And by 'move in together,’ Derek means Stiles has to leave the college housing he had planned to spend the summer in, and live in a new place near the college that Derek SugarDaddy Hale decided to buy.

He says, “just for the summer. Just until I’m done healing.”

Stiles is still there by the start of the new semester, and he’s totally fine with that.

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Three days into fall classes he has an attack.

Which, whatever, he’s used to them now. There isn’t always a trigger, but when there is, Stiles goes right off the deep end. Hallucinations, voices, flash backs, shaking, crying, screaming, sometimes puking, sometimes punching things… and people. It’s a medley of unhealthy stuff that typically leaves Stiles curled up on the floor of a bathroom stall somewhere after bolting out of class or lunch before the worst of it strikes.

This time, it’s a picture of a dead man in a trench. Black and white, a blurry nameless man. But Stiles just… he can’t take his eyes off of him. The teacher’s voice turns into static, whatever whatever whatever.

The guy looks a tiniest bit like Scott.

Stiles is already shoving himself in behind a toilet and making himself as small as possible before he even realizes what’s happening. Where’s his bag? Fuck, he forgot his—shit, he’s shaking too much, maybe he dropped it. His nails have blood under them oh god, it’s happening again. It’s happening again. He’s hurt someone. It's—there’s marks on his arms, blood. Good. Okay. Good. Just hold it together, it’s okay. You’re okay.

“You’re okay.”

It takes Stiles way too long to realize that someone else said it, and even longer to notice that it was Derek.

And it’s just Derek being Derek. He doesn’t turn into a fairy godmother to grant all of Stiles’ feverish wishes, he doesn’t become a medical professional and do exactly what one is supposed to do when handling a shit-storm of a panic attack, and he sure as hell doesn’t magically slay all of Stiles’ demons.

He’s just there, sitting on the dirty floor of a public bathroom, one arm loosely wrapped around Stiles’ back, one hand offered to hold or squeeze or bite or whatever Stiles needs. He doesn’t make promises he can’t keep, or tell him what to do. He says, “I’m here,” and, “you’re okay.”

And yeah, maybe he will be. _______________

The day he graduates is mostly forgettable. The stress of finals, the general hyperactivity over the whole ceremony, hotels for the couples of the pack who want romance in NYC, spare room for his dad who wants quiet and to be near his son. It’s mostly a blur until later, when all the 'Congratulations!’ and You did it’s have tapered off into a more quiet affection. When the pack has made itself at home in their home—His and Derek’s home—half of them pleasantly buzzed or crashing from sugar highs, that’s when the memory become solid. Because this—this simple and perfect sort of moment isn’t all he’s ever needed. He still needs to be active, to get out there and shove his foot up some kelpie ass every once in a while. (Derek’s SugarDaddy status has upgraded to buying Stiles new shoes because of this.) Stiles still needs his alone time, space to clean out the spiders in the attic of his brain. And sometimes he still gets forgotten, sometimes Scott isn’t there for him when he reaches out. But he’s not alone, and maybe it’s okay that it’s Derek taking his hand these days, and it’s Derek who never, ever forgets what words trigger Stiles because he has his own triggers. It’s okay because the pack is still here for him.

But these lovingly crowded moments where he can feel the pack bond almost as strongly as the arm Derek has curled around him are a part of that Whole that Stiles needs.

This time, when his dad leans against the couch and asks him the question, Stiles doesn’t choke on a lie.

“Better. I’m doing better.”

Stiles smiles, and snuffs that ember out.

[thenewbrotherhood]

Lassiter -Lassiter had been prowling around the mansion for the last week or so, foul tempered and waiting for the other shoe to drop. After the stunt he’d pulled with Murhder’s injured nephew he’d fully expected to have the Scribe Virgin or another Higher-up-Mucky-muck waiting for him when he’d returned to the Sanctuary. But nadda…nothing… and no one had accosted him about it since. There was just no way he was going to get away scott-free after something like that, no matter the promotion; but no way was he going to seek anyone out and apologize. Nope. He’d just keep movin’ on, head down and nose clean. There was just one other little tiny thingy that was playing into his rotten mood. The female Tamsin. It hadn’t escaped his notice that she’d also been injured that night at the cabin, and it seemed likely had she not been championed so bravely by the injured twin, she could very well have ended up within the Fade. Rhage’s only daughter. Holy. Shit. It was the other half of why he’d decided to stick his neck out for the kid. He certainly didn’t owe Murhder anything, but saving his blooded nephew, who just happened to also be the fellow who’d saved Rhage’s daughter…well, now, THAT had seemed like a justifiable position to him. Given time to rethink his actions, Lassiter knew that he’d do the same thing over again. Maybe that was why no one had shown up to haul his fantastic ass before a Deity. Lassiter stepped out of the shadows in the underground garage just as Rhage pulled in with is purple GTO. He had decided that it was time Daddy Dearest stepped up and did right by his little girl. Tamsin needed someone to help her adjust to her new life with the dangers it held and it should be her own blood…before Murhder and those twins of his got her the hell killed.- Rhage -As he pulled in, headlights flashed over the form of the angel and with a little bit of a groan, he rolled his eyes- Now the fuck what? -Since Lassiter had dropped the bomb on him a few months ago, the angel had been mostly scarce around the mansion, giving Rhage plenty Of time for reflection and self-hate, add in a little guilt and top that with a whole big dose of "daddy issues"...yeah, now really wasn't the time. Rhage had a feeling though that Lassiter was gonna make it thr time. With a big intake of air and a loud exhale, he opened his door And stepped one big bit out- Can I at least get this black shit off of me before you start? -Yeah tonight had gone messy, thanks to V.- Lassiter -Lassiter had gotten pretty used to seeing the various members of the Brotherhood painted in the black goop that passed for lesser leavings. As far as Rhage went, it seemed coming home oily was a big win over coming home naked, shaking, with a belly like a watermelon; but hey maybe that was just him.- Sure...we could do that. -The angel gave a nonchalant shrug and started to turn away.- It's already been 27 years, what's the rush... Rhage -Lassiter had a way of slam dancing on every one of his nerves and it was even worse when the bastard was speaking the truth. Throwing his hands up in the air, he all but shouted.- FINE! SAY IT MOTHERFUCKER ! I'm a SHIT! I know it! I don't know what to do alright? How in the HELL do you expect me to take care of my kid when we both thought the other was dead? Tell me THAT Doctor Phil! -he slammed his fist down so hard on his hood that he dented it, and didn't that do wonders for his mood. With a growl, his eyes flashed white for an instant as his beast moved just below the surface. Taking several deep breaths before clenching his teeth and willing himself to calm down, he stumbled back and caught himself on the car.- Shit. Shit. This shit ain't happening. Here I am having a fucking panic attack like some damn human. Lassiter -Lassiter spun back around and eyed the slumping brother. His pupil-less eyes narrowed and he watched with greedy interest as Rhage's skin seemed to ripple. Man, what he wouldn't give to watch the Beast emerge with a front row seat. Lass had to admit he'd been mildly obsessed with the whole dragon-cursed episode ever since he'd been given all the deets from the Scribe Virgin herself during their little transition of power. She'd made a point of making that arrangement between Rhage and herself tamper proof. No way Lassiter could reverse it or amend it in any way. So of COURSE, he'd been giving it a large amount of his bored attention. He was one angel that didn't really take well to the word "No". As entertaining as it would be to feel like an extra in a real life monster movie, he'd quickly done the math and having the creature an the rampage within the mansion complex wouldn't end well. Wrath and his ilk would surely take the beast down, brother or no...and a dead Rhage wouldn't benefit any of his future plans. With a sigh of regret for himself, Lassiter moved next to the struggling brother and applied his most relaxed tone of voice.- Look, it's okay. Just had some news that I was pretty sure you'd want to hear about, but if this really is a bad time. I'll hit you up later, no problem. Rhage -Taking a deep breath, he rested both palms on his damaged hood, his head lowered in shame- No, no, I've been waiting for news and I've been too chicken shit to ask. -His had shot up quickly- Is she alright? Holy fucking Scribe tell me she's ok. Lassiter -The angel nodded, crossed his arms and leaned one hip against the front fender of the GTO.- She is now, as far as I know. But sweet Tamsin had a close call just over a week ago. Seems she and a companion were set upon by lessers after leaving a down-town club. From what I saw she had several cuts and scrapes, although most of the blood she was covered in belonged to her date for the evening.- Lassiter paused for a minute to let Rhage's brain catch up.- It's lucky that she happened to be out with the younger of Murhder's twin nephews. The male almost earned himself a ticket to the Fade but managed to save Tamsin and himself. ((((Tamsin - The angel bends the truth))) Rhage -He frowned, trying to follow along as best he could, growling at the part where Tamsin was injured. Though mad as hell now, he still listened, picking up the part where Murhder's nephew, one of the twins, saved her. Despite his first opinion of the two as incompetent idiots, they were both warrior sized and could have easily learned a thing or two from Murhder by now.- I...guess I should be thanking him. Thank the Scribe everyone is alright now. She's....still with them? Murhder and his nephews? -He was still mad as fuck, wanting nothing more thank to slay some Lessers in retaliation for his little girl getting hurt but he tried to focus on what was important. She was safe for now, but might not be for long if another attack came along.- Ok, shit, ok I know it's time I stepped up. Where the fuck do I start? Lassiter -Lassiter kept the smile off his puss with hardly any effort, he was just that good.- She is still with them. Can't blame her for that really. This is a whole new unimaginable existance for her. She's only had them to teach her what she needs to know. If you're asking meeee... I think she'd be better off with family. Her real family. Rhage -He looked a little surprised- You think I should bring her here? To the Brotherhood? -He nodded as if thinking it over- She would have other females to help her understand what's happening...get her out of Murhder's hands. And away from those males. Lassiter Why didn't I think of that? -So much for being good, the words escaped him before he could stop them.- Might not be that easy, little Tamsin has been on her own a long time. I think you might have to take things slow, but don't leave it any longer. She needs you. Rhage -His chin lifted as he made up his mind- Take me. Take me to her, now. Right now. Before I chicken shit out again and change my mind. Lassiter Yeah, about that... I'm not exactly sure where she is right at this moment. Not really my turn to watch her. -Before Rhage could focus all that beastie-wrath in his direction. Lassiter held up his hands and took a step back.- Now wait...wait...I can take you to where Murhder is, he's a cinch to find. He's often out with a twin in tow, so they would be able to take you to your daughter. Deal? -Lassiter gave him a pursed-lips onceover.- You want to spray off the gore first? Or just risk scaring the shit out of your little darling? I can hang a bit... Rhage Yeah, he didn't like that at all. He didn't like depending on Murhder to find out where his daughter was, but fucking hell, he was sure Lassiter was going to make that part of the deal. The Richard Simmons of Angels didn't do one thing without it leading to another. Ok, so he had to play nicey nice with Murhder and one of the Bopsy twins, so be it. With a frown and a growl to his voice, he took a step forward toward Lass- Just take me to Murhder now.