#anyway yeah find me a show that hits me like this one does you won't be able to though there are MANY great shows

[changingplumbob]

First Round - Day two (Luther group)

Kristina: I love this place! It's so big

Nathalie: You don't think it's bugged do you

Alaina: We're on a reality show. If every single room doesn't have a microphone then someone didn't do their job. Aren't I smart *looks deliberately at camera*

Kay: I think is going to be fun!

Kristina: Kay did you get the room by mine? I reserved it for you

Nephinae: Of course you did

Nephinae storms off leaving the group confused.

Nephinae (voiceover): Kristina just gets on my nerves. And then she goes stealing my emotional support bestie? She's lucky I didn't clock her in the face- shout out to my past therapist Dale for teaching me not to punch people when I get angry. I just needed a minute to cool off

Alaina: She's interesting

Kristina: More like needlessly dramatic, I hope I didn't make you feel awkward Kay

Kay: *smiles* Not at all, it's nice to feel included

Abigail: Your ex sounds like utter garbage and I hope if I ever made him coffee it was terrible

Kristina: Oh you should have- no I probably shouldn't say what ingesting that plant does on tv

Alaina: *laughing* Remind me not to get on your bad side Kristina

Nathalie had disappeared outside to find Nephinae, but is it worth approaching a riled up hot head?

Nathalie: *scared* Thank goodness you're out here, there must be less microphones out here

Nephinae: *chuckling* the microphones are mainly where the cameras are Nat

Nathalie: That's what you think but I'm sure there's bugs hidden everywhere!

Sighing Nephinae leads Nathalie inside where they do a thorough inspection of the kitchen for any secret bugs.

Nephinae: See? Only two mics that aren't very hidden because they need to pick up sound

Nathalie: Someone must have moved the extras when we were outside! That'll be it darling

Upstairs Kay and Alaina have found the table tennis table, and decide to use it for its intended purpose.

Alaina: Best of five?

Kay: Have you ever played before

Alaina: No but how hard can it be

It was in fact very hard and most of the balls ended up raining down in the kitchen or front hall...

Nephinae (from the kitchen): Holy Cowplant! That one hit me on the head

Kay: Sorry!

Nathalie: I was just saying darling that if you dressed more your age-

Abigail: Save it. I don't want to listen to out there ideas all through lunch

Kristina: Abby Nathalie may have different fashion ideas than you do but it doesn't make her weird

Nephinae: She's just... adventurous

Alaina: Deanna there you are! Come sit by me for lunch

Deanna did not choose to sit by Alaina for lunch.

...

Alaina: I was just saying acting is a skill everyone- certainly every woman should have. Are you trying to say you've never acted to sell any of those nursery plants

Kristina: I say the truth about the plants, it's what the customers deserve

Nathalie: I was once a background actor in a laundry powder commercial. I had to fall in a patch of mud six times

Abigail: And I'm not allowed to say that was weird?

Kay: You didn't think of sticking to acting then Nathalie?

...

Nephinae: We found two in here

Nathalie: *nervous* But there's got to be more

Deanna: How else could they capture all the cute moments

Kristina: Yes we have to remember we are being recorded by cameras anyway

Kay: It's not so bad Nathalie. If you think about it maybe... I want to say 80% of what they record won't actually be used

Abigail: At least that many customers I serve don't even look at the latte art

...

Nephinae (voiceover): You could say my morning was... rough. Yeah my temper got the better of me so that kind of slowed the bonding. It was nice that Nathalie came to check on me though. At least I think she wanted to, she may just have wanted to unload her fears. Anyway for skill time I figured I should work on my charisma. I've fixed worse relationships than I have here so far, I can bring things back

Kay (voiceover): Things are going well. People seem to like me which is new, I don't really have friends outside my family anymore. And Deanna sat by me at lunch! We didn't get much talking done with some of the others having problems so hopefully I can get a solo date. In that mind I decided to work on charisma for the skill building time, I'll need to make the most of conversations I manage to fit in

Kristina (voiceover): Part of me wishes Nephinae could be a grown up and ignore whatever negative first impression she has of me... But the other part of me says be genuine. If you dislike me so be it, but don't think Deanna won't find out, her sister is co-producer after all. Anyway with all my brothers, I'm used to squabbles. I worked on charisma for the skill time today, I figured it was a good first choice

Abigail (voiceover): Something just got me annoyed this morning. Was it that I spilled my coffee or that some people seem to treat me like a child? Let's go with both! *sighs* I think they're all cool but I don't think it's mutual yet, maybe I should host a campaign on an off day. People can bond when faced with an army of goblins. Anyway I did logic for the skill time, very necessary

Alaina (voiceover): What a great start, love some drama I can appear superior to. Sure I invited Deanna to sit with me but I figured Kay would distract her. You bet I'm going to dazzle the industry with the time I'm here though, just watch me win Deanna back over. Anyway what was the question? Oh skill, right. I worked on charisma, not that I really need it but still

Nathalie (voiceover): My paranoia does get worse around strangers, I admit that darling. I may be *shudders* last but I am just going to show her what she is missing out on. Then when she inevitably breaks up with whichever patsy "wins" she'll know to call me. I spoke to my mirror for the skill time but really, why would I need more charisma? It already is my best strength

Another cloudy evening meant another indoor meal. Most of the contestants had settled down from the emotional roller-coaster of the morning and the talking was a lot lighter.

Kay: You made this yourself? It's delicious

Deanna: Thank you, I'm trying to work on my cooking

Nephinae: You should try out using a juice fizzer, I think you'd enjoy it

Kristina: You can make all sorts in one of those right

Nephinae: Absolutely

...

Abigail: It is a lot of writing really. I mean you can't just do one path you know?

Deanna: In case the group want to like do something unconventional?

Abigail: Exactly! You don't want to be caught completely unaware

Kay: It sounds like a lot of fun! We should do a... what are they called? On our day off

Kristina: A campaign!

Nathalie: Or we could not act like 5 year olds and-

Alaina: How dare you, I am five years old

...

With dinner tidied away the group head to the lounge to watch a film.

Kay: I'm surprised we're not watching one of Devin's films

Alaina: No need, I've seen them all as a student of film

Nathalie: I thought you were a waitress

Alaina: I am, doesn't mean I don't know I'm going to end up acting. What are you trying to say about Abby?

Abigail: *sighs* Leave me out of it

Abigail (voiceover): Don't get me wrong, waitresses do much needed work. But I'm a barista. It's like calling a landscape architect a lawn mower. Those two seem determined to misunderstand each other

Kay: How do you think they built that set?

Nephinae: Most likely an overlay of plaster that has the detail on top of the existing structure

Kristina: That's fascinating. And they got the plants right. The amount of times I've seen movies with trees in the wrong climate. What do you think of the plot Abby?

Abigail: Huh? Oh well I did guess that he was really her father

Nathalie: Darling do you do black magic?

Abigail: No... I just know how stories are structured from playing so many games

Deanna: It's a very impressive trick

With the film over most of the ladies headed to bed. Deanna had some time chatting with Kristina, Kay and Nephinae who stuck around for another hour or two.

Nephinae: Goodnight Deanna, sorry about my attitude this morning

Deanna: That's fine, it's stressful

Nephinae: Thanks for understanding *embraces*

Nathalie (voiceover): Why should I have stayed talking to Deanna? Someone may as well wash the dishes

Sims created by: @bakersimmer, @berrysims-lp, @daedriyth, @hashimasims, @invisiblequeen, @lostinsixam

[deathofacupid]

game (headcanon) | clay jensen

a/n: something. i had to post something. (i'm halfway through season three, any requests can only be made in the timeline of season one + two + three! please, no spoilers! (i'll cry.) i wanted to write something, literally anything, to get the creative wheels turning. this is kind of just a starting point for me. italics - clay; normal - ...anyone that isn't clay.

summary: how you and clay became you and clay.

warnings: mostly fluff, some depressive/suic!d@l thoughts (nature of clay), it's 13rw... let's face it, the show tackles some dark stuff.

pairing: fem!reader x clay jensen

word count: 0.79k+ words

-after hannah, clay wasn't great at putting himself out there, especially when it came to girls.

-the biggest thing he'd be worried about was girls. once hannah passed, the main reason he was having trouble was because he was trying to find another hannah.

-clay couldn't help but compare everyone to her.

-it was funny though, because the second he saw you, it was like; who's hannah? the world of "before hannah" and "after hannah" was gone.

-in that moment, when you'd first locked eyes, anything revolving the mere thought of hannah disappeared. he didn't have to think about her, and as selfish as it feels to him, it was refreshing. relieving.

-and you know what? he loved that feeling. he loved the feeling of cloud nine.

-sure, plently of times he'd considered asked you out. and then the thought would hit him like a brick; he's never even said a word to you. how's he going to ask you anything at all, if he can't even utter yet a simple "hi" to you?

-trust me, he tries. clay tries a whole lot. but he'll be inches away, and freeze up.

-part of him is afraid to love again, because what if everything ends up like hannah? like one big repeat? he's not sure if he can live through that again. it was hard enough the first time around.

-eventually, he gives up, choosing to admire you from afar.

-it's luck for him, however, when you're the one to break the ice.

-he remembers it clearly, how you lean over during english lit.

-"clay? do you have any idea what we're doing. because... yeah, i wasn't listening." / "huh? what? oh, uh, yeah- yeah, it's chapters 12-15, questions 1-10."

-he's panicking. you're talking to him.

the second time, you're complaining about your math grade to a friend. he's not even thinking when he blurts out:

-"i can help you. like, tutor you or whatever. i'm pretty good at it." / "wait, really? like, for real?" / "sure."

-clay's non-chalant on the outside, not so much on the inside.

-you seem happy, and instantly, he is too.

-the first thing he does is head into his room, kicking justin out.

-"yeah, okay, well, the adoption papers strongly disagree." / "please? y/n's coming over! i need this to go well." / "y/n? no shit?" / "no shit."

-justin gives in, he's clay's number hypeman anyways. justin lingers in the main house, and then finally wanders to find jessica. that's not clay's concern right now, though.

-it's his room. or more specifically, his shared room. he's freaking out, he hasn't been this nervous since the trial, as he shoves all - i mean all - of justin's crap into the closet, then cleaning up his own.

-he hesisitates over his akr comics, before shoving them in a drawer.

-clay showers, it won't hurt, and spritzes on some of justin's more... masculine colongne.

-half an hour later, there's a knock at the door. he's giddy as he answers it, yet nervous as well.

-"nice house-shed." / "thanks."

-he hopes it a compliment. you're nodding in approval, taking in his room. (shared room.) the little trinkets and trophies.

-and the one akr comic he left out.

-"oh, you read these?" / "y-yeah. i mean, yes. i do. wait- do you?" / no, but my little brother does."

-it's incredible how the conversation flows so smoothly after that.

-after a while, you and him got close. suddenly, it wasn't just study/tutoring sessions, it was hangouts at your place and his.

-everyone thought the two of you were dating, starting with justin.

-he would just be talking to his brother, and it would slip in.

-"how's it going between you and y/n?" / "what's going?" / "dude, you still haven't said anything?" / "there's nothing to say."

-or between his parents:

-"clay, honey, how's your girlfriend? you should bring her over for dinner!" / "we aren't dating, mom." / "really?"

-and more frequently, at school. everyone just assumed you and him were together, and at some point, you stopped correcting them.

-"hey, man, your girlfriend left her jacket in class." / "i'll give it to her."

-somewhere along the line, the difference between dating and not-dating blurred, to the point where you weren't even sure what was going on.

-"hi, not-boyfriend." / "hey, not-girlfriend."

-^became a regular occurence.

-"should we just date? y-you know, because everyone thinks we are... so... it's like-" / "sure." / "okay. wait, really?" / "yeah, why not? i'm suprised it took you this long. i'm literally always flirting with you." / "oh."

-like i said, clay isn't always the best with girls. it doesn't matter though, because you have enough game for the both of them.

[misc-obeyme]

Hello! Could I request the bros reacting to an a quiet Mc who’s love language is just silently leaving hand-crocheted plushies/items in their room and leaving wintout saying anything? Kind of like how a cat would leave a dead lizard or mouse for you, but instead it’s small handcrafted stuff.

Some people also head cannon Asmodeus as a crocheted or knitter, and it could be fun to keep that in mind if you want.

Thank you in advance, and have a nice day!

Hello, anon!

Okay so you just happened to hit on something that I have knowledge of lol. I haven't crocheted in a while, but it is something I have done quite a bit of! Though I have yet to make an amigurumi type project, I really should get on that.

Anyway, I didn't know about the Asmo headcanon, but you can be sure it has been fully accepted by me now.

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to GN!MC who leaves them crocheted gifts

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

The first time he finds a little crocheted item in his office or bedroom, he's slightly perplexed. What exactly is this thing made of yarn? But while Lucifer often acts like he's aloof, he pays close attention to you, and he's seen you crocheting before. This causes him to realize that you've left him a gift. In the privacy of his room, he's going to blush because he can't handle how cute you are.

Confronts you about it. MC, did you make this for him? If you try to dodge the question, it won't work. He knows it was you, he just wants to hear you say it. You might as well indulge him and admit it. If you do, he'll tell you he has a gift for you, too, which turns out to be a hug or a kiss.

If you made him a little plushie, he keeps it forever on his desk or beside his bed. Absolutely glares down anyone who might even think about picking it up. If you made him something like a scarf, he wears it at every opportunity.

He's not going to be blatant about it, but the way he clearly cares for the things you've crocheted for him lets you know how he feels. He's protective of them, but he also likes to show them off.

Mammon

You'll be leaving things for him in his room for some time before you realize how much it means to him. Because every time he finds a little crocheted item you've left for him, he stashes it away like a little treasure. He knows they're from you, but he's too embarrassed about how much he loves them to talk to you about it directly.

You figure it out when you stumble upon the stash. It's in his room somewhere safe and you just happened to find it. A little hoard of every crocheted thing you've ever given him. If he's there when this happens, he's going to insist that it isn't because he likes you or anything. Of course you're makin' stuff for the Great Mammon, MC! He just figured he might as well take care of those things since you spent so much time on them and everything.

If you make him an amigurumi crow, he'll lose his mind. Customize it by giving it gold button eyes, maybe using yarn with little gold streaks in it. This becomes his most prized possession.

Mammon is constantly buying you more yarn to make things with. It's not that he wants you to make new stuff for him! (He does.) He just saw some and thought you might like it! (Please keep making him things, MC.)

Leviathan

Oh? What's this? An adorable crochet plushie version of his favorite anime character? He LOVES IT. It's one of a kind! No one has this but him! It's the most limited of limited editions! Yeah, he's thrilled. Like Lucifer, he figures out pretty quickly that it was you because he's seen you crocheting before. He's so happy to have received this item from you, he finds you instantly to tell you how great it is.

MC! W-would you maybe be willing to make him more? Like if you made a little Ruri-chan, you know he's going to want an Azuki-tan, too. At the very least! He starts a whole collection. Custom crochet character plushies. He makes a blog to show them off to people online.

Make him some fingerless gloves to keep his hands warm while he's gaming. You'll find he almost never takes them off. Gets comments about them when he's streaming, but doesn't ever answer any questions about where they came from.

He might actually ask you to show him how to crochet. He might want to make you something in return. He also might be interested in making crochet clothing items to go with various cosplay ideas. He'll give you all these reasons, but secretly Levi just wants to spend time with you.

Satan

He knows exactly what's happening, but he doesn't say anything to you for a little while. He wants to see how many things you'll bring him first. Eventually he can't help himself, though, and he casually mentions how much he appreciates all the little gifts you've been leaving him. You truly are adorable, MC.

He might actually ask you to crochet him a book cozy. He's probably seen them on Devilgram - little pouches for holding a book to keep its pages safe from getting bent up while on the go. If you make it, you can be sure Satan will never part with it again. Though he may need you to make more than one for different sizes of books.

You can really make him blush like crazy if you make him a bunch of cat plushies. Every time he sees a new one, he's overcome by the cuteness. It's the closest he'll ever get to having his own cats in the House of Lamentation and that means so much to him.

Returns your gifts with things he's chosen for you. Writes you poetry. Gives you books of crochet patterns. Makes you bookmarks with ribbons and pressed flowers. He isn't overly demonstrative in general, so this is his way of letting you know how much he loves when you make him things.

Asmodeus

Since he can also crochet and likely knits, too, this becomes a gift-off. Every time you leave him a little something, you find something from him in your room the next day. They're often on theme - for instance, if you make him a plushie of himself (once he's done swooning over it), he'll make you one of yourself. That way you're always matching.

He likes the secretiveness aspect of this, too. Sneaking in your room to leave you gifts is exciting. But he can't keep it up for very long because he wants to tell you how much he loves what you've made. As soon as he sees you've found his gift, he gushes to you about the one you left for him.

Now listen, MC. You can crochet, he can crochet, the only thing you guys could possibly do is design some crochet outfits and accessories! He wants you to model them all for him, too. Posts everything on Devilgram unless you're too shy and then he only posts selfies you've taken with him. Crochet accessories become a trend in the Devildom after that.

Asmo also just loves to crochet with you. Sitting side by side, watching some TV or listening to his brothers bicker or just chatting while you both work on your latest projects. Teaches you new stitches and patterns that he's created over the years.

Beelzebub

As long as you don't make him a plushie cheeseburger or something, he's going to love them. Any time you make anything food themed, you run the risk of it being eaten before he realizes it was actually made of yarn. It's probably something he figures out after the first few times, but even if he knows it's not technically edible, that might not stop him if he gets hungry.

He has a much easier time remembering not to eat things that are not food shaped, though. Make him a little plushie of himself and Belphie and he'll be over the moon. Make him extra happy by giving him one of yourself, too.

If you make him some kind of accessory like a scarf, it just becomes part of his regular outfit. He rarely takes it off, wears it every day. Beel is really protective of it, too. Keeps it safe when he does take it off, makes sure it never gets crumbs on it.

You're really amazing, MC. He's genuinely impressed that you can make so many cute things with just some yarn. He actually loves to watch you crochet because it looks like magic, but you're not actually casting any spells.

Belphegor

Another secret hoarder, so at first you're not sure he's even getting your gifts until he wears something you made. Enjoys gloves and little pillows, but fully appreciates everything you make, even if he acts like he doesn't. Keeps them all next to his pillow on his bed.

While crocheting a blanket can take some time, if you do this for him, you can be sure that blanket will become his favorite thing in the world. He doesn't like to nap without it. If he's going to get cozy somewhere, he brings that blanket with him. He'll love any pattern you go with, but if you make one that matches his cow print pillow, he'll probably lose his mind.

Absolutely loves to wear any and all items you make for him because there is something so soft and cozy about the yarn. He might use all of them as pillows at some point. They're comfortable and they smell like you.

Belphie likes to sleep on your lap while you crochet. He'll hold the ball of yarn for you while he sleeps. He likes to snuggle up with you and he likes the steady rhythm of your body moving with each stitch you make. Please tell him whenever you're planning on sitting and crocheting for a while, MC. It's kind of his favorite thing.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[lemotmo]

Being familiar with Tim's work, this actually makes sense 😂

Q. Why would ABC care if the article acted like a Buddie spoiler though? They've been Buddie maxing since they acquired the show.

A. I don't think it was the Buddie spoiler that was the problem. It essentially was a massive Eddie spoiler. As far as the audience is concerned, at this time anyway, we only know Buck is into men. We have no canon answer regarding Eddie. Confirming Buddie is a will they/won't they spoils the Eddie outcome. ABC won't want to do that. They will want to let the episodes tell that story. The more I think on it, the article was probably always supposed to come out this week. What I think happened that actually threw off the writeup is that the episode that ended up being 8x13 wasn't originally supposed to be 8x13. I think the schedule is off by a couple of episodes. We already know that the first half of the season did not go according to schedule because first Tim extended the season premiere arc from 2 episodes to 3 episodes and then he extended the Brad nonsense. So we lost bits of storyline we otherwise would have had by now if Tim hadn't made those two decisions. The Eddie/Christopher stuff was probably supposed to have more focus in the first half of the season, and it would have made way more sense to have Eddie move at the end of the mid season finale, which was probably the original plan. ABC cutting everything a week earlier than the show expected didn't help either. But because Tim did what Tim does, and got distracted by side quests, it got pushed to the back half of the season. That explains why they had to work the Buddie parts into episodes 9 and 10, where they didn't really belong, but had to be added anyway because they have to hit certain story beats by the end of the season. I also think that's why the Eddie/Christopher reunion happened very quickly once Eddie arrived in Texas. They have to move the story progression along to be where they need to be by the end of the season. They have to be where they can use the off season to promote the Buck and Eddie relationship going into season 9, there's no way that's not the plan given what we've already seen. So yeah I don't think the Buddie part is what they were trying to keep quiet. I just think if they had been able to stick to the original episode schedule the audience would have had the Eddie answer by the end of episode 13. So the article ended up coming out earlier than the necessary Eddie information made its way to the audience. Does this make sense at all, anon? Lol.

Thank you Nonny! This is a very helpful post.

For anyone who had questions about the Deadline article: this one is for you. 🤗

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[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

Screaming crying throwing up rn I LOVE you're writing smmm ever since I got back into aphmauuu <3 if you want to can u write a Mystreet Garroth x werewolf reader? Idk if I asked this before I'm sorry 😭😭 as usual take ur time and do what's best for u :)

Secrets.

Pdh!Garroth Ro’meave x reader.

Cw: I don’t think so I mean he kinda yells at ivy but that’s it.

(I’m actually I love you for saying that because like I’m not as confident as I wish I was with my writing but that made me feel so happy. ALSO I HOPE YOU LIKE ITT. I know i added my own creative motive but it wasn’t specified so I hope this is okay and thank you sm I’ve been in a writing funk and this definitely help me. 

“ werewolf class? Why would they put you in a werewolf class? You're not even a werewolf” Garroth says to y/n while walking to school for their first day back from summer break.

“ I don’t know I think it’s just a class mix up “

y/n feels hot in the face. Lying especially about this well it’s stupid but she was a late bloomer for her ears and tail and it seemed embarrassing to randomly show up with them so she just hid it.

“ that’s weird but it makes sense Laurence got put in classes he didn’t even sign up for too. Can you imagine doing advanced math? Poor sucker” he laughs.

“Garroth I’m in advanced math too,” Y/n states blankly.

“ Oh, that sucks,” he says making a teeth-gritting face and then turning to the school they just arrived at. Letting go of each other's hands because he gets to go in early.

“ have fun in werewolf class baby.” he kisses her on the forehead. She hums in response. He looks down at her face before he walks away, seeing her smile he can't help but think she is so beautiful and garroth has never been one to keep that to himself.

“Sometimes when I look at you I just wanna eat your face 'cause you're so pretty,” he says while looking at her with the most serious face you will see him make. She smiles back and nods at his odd compliment.

“ you can eat my face later after school but right now you are late” she laughs.

“ oh shoot you're right “ he runs away and blows her a kiss. As he leaves sight you hear a familiar voice from behind you.

“ awe isn't that cute, you two love birds. Sadly it won't last any longer once he finds out you have been lying to him. You know garroth HATES lying more than anything” Ivy claimed.

“ lying? What have I been lying about Ivy?” y/n asks. Ivy pulls out a picture of her bag and hands it to you. The picture is of y/n at home with her ears and tail out.

“ This is fake,” y/n hand it back to her.

“ is it and what about this video? “ she shows her a video on her phone.

( in the video)

“ yeah I just feel so bad for lying to him”

Why don't you tell him you're a werewolf “

“ I don't know I guess it's embarrassing and it's not as it matters that much I guess”

“ doesn't it cause it ways on your conscience you should tell him “

( video ends )

“Ivy what the fuck that's stalking, that was a private conversation. I could sue you for that!” y/n fumed out the ears.

“ your too poor for that” Ivy says without hesitation. “ look I'm going to show garroth this video once I find him and then he's going to break up with you and get with me” She smiles and waves while walking away from y/n

“ that's messed up, “ Laurence says coming out of nowhere. Y/n flinches like someone is about to hit her.

“ geez chill it's just me. Anyway, I heard that whole thing and I think garroth will forgive you for lying just as long as he finds out from you. I know he cares about you a lot and honestly, it is actually not that bad, the lying is but I get it you are embarrassed bout it but just be honest with garroth. He's the most accepting person I know and you know. So just go find him and tell him before Ivy does. I hate that girl. “ he says and then before y/n can speak he walks away. Y/n raises her shoulders slightly confused because y/n has never heard Laurence speak that much to her.

confused and guilty y/n take out her phone to call Garroth but he doesn't answer. ( his phone is probably on dnd ) so y/n has to go find him the old-fashioned way.

After searching the school for him y/n couldn't find him before the bell rang for class. Thankfully y/n had second period with him so hopefully Ivy didn't get to him first. After an agonizing hour of trying to figure out what to say to him and how. She’s got “Hey I'm a werewolf hope that's cool!” Y/n slightly banged her head on the desk for the last few minutes of class until the bell rang. Once she was out of the class she darted to the second period, garroth is usually early for classes so he would be there. But once she got there he was already in the class talking to lvy and she was showing him her phone I'm guessing the video. She watches for a second as his facial expression is very tight and annoyed. Y/n take a deep breath and walks into the class.

“ you can think how you wanna think but I had my reasons.” y/n acknowledged that it was too late and all she could say was that. He didn't turn around to her instead he kept his back to her.

“ why you would think it is okay to tell someone elses secrets like this. Its obvious this was a private conversation. “ he lectured ivy instead of y/n Both girls are super confused, he was supposed to be mad at y/n.

“ I was just looking out for a friend and -” ivy trys to explain but garroth cuts her off.

“ no you weren't you were just being selfish like you always are. Laurence told me what you said. You only showed me this because you think its going to get me to date you but ivy I will never ever been with someone like you. Your a bully and you like inflicting pain on others for your entertainment. Do you really think I like that???” He tells her off in the way

y/n was wanting him to do ever since they started dating. Ivy starts crying and runs out of the room.

“ that was kinda rough”y/n says to break that silence. But just because garroth told ivy off doesn’t mean he wasn’t upset with y/n to.

“ and you how could you lie to me especially all this time and the conversation we had this morning we literally just talked about it. You agreed with me when I said you weren’t a werewolf!” His voice changed from how he talked to ivy to more sad and looking for answers.

“ I’m sorry! I just didn’t know how to say it “ she replied.

“ oh they why didn’t you just say oh yeah I’m a werewolf. that’s a thing, yeah!” He mimicked her voice and for a moment she wanted to laugh because his impression was odd and silly sounded but she knew if she laughed he would get ten times more upset. Y/n take a deep breath and get closer to him.

“ listen I’m so sorry garroth I know I shouldn’t have lied for so long and there is no excuse as to why I did but in my mind I had reasons that made sense and what makes sense in my mind is law for me just like how your Brain works.” She explains softly in a way she hopes garroth could understand. He sighs.

“ what are the reasons?” He asks in a complete different tone from a minute ago.

“ well firstly it was embarrassing. I just got this new weird looking upgrades on my body and my ears weren’t as developed as they would have been if I wasn’t a late bloomer. But I think the biggest reason that I didn’t wanna acknowledge was that I was scared.” She whispered.

“ scared?”he asked.

“ I am scared people will treat me differently because of it. I mean do you even realize that some of your friends treat the wolfs like dogs? Aphmau throws balls and tells her friends to go get it? And I don’t understand why they play along with it. It’s offensive. I get it we like some things a dog would but we also like things humans would and that doesn’t seem to matter just as long as we like balls or frisbees” she shrugs her shoulders to finish her sentence.

“ wow y/n I never noticed that. I am so sorry and I am sorry if I’ve ever said anything offensive to the werewolf’s or made you feel like I’d treat you different because of it. I would never” she grabs her face to caress her cheek. She leans into his hand.

“ I know you wouldn’t sweet boy” she picks up her hand to run it through his hair. But they were brutally interrupted by the bell and now people started coming into the class so they had to go to there seats.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

atlas do you think you could write a platonic BAU reader piece with hotch on fathers day? reader is he/him and disowned by parents and just doesn’t want to think about his old man that day but then he realises that hotch is his sort of surrogate dad at work? and they just have a nice day together while jack and Haley are in witsec and it just really heals both hotch and reader to be able to do something nice that day. I love your writing but no pressure. 🤍

This was such a cute idea! Thank you for sending it to me!!! I hope you like what I did :)

Warnings: mentions bad dads, Jack and Haley being in witsec

It doesn't hit you until just before your lunchbreak that you have a dad. Well, a sort of dad. One that didn't disown you or make you feel less than the shit on his shoe. It was one that gently guided you in the right direction, one that gave you small smiles of encouragement despite his usual stern demeanor. It was one who would always buy you a muffin and a coffee in the morning because he knows you wake up late and always miss breakfast and he knows you won't be able to function without a coffee. It was one who made sure you knew he cared about you through extending report deadlines, making you take mental health days, driving you home after work because he wanted to make sure you got home safe.

It didn't matter if Hotch wasn't your dad by blood, because he was in every other way. You take an earlier break, making sure that it's okay with Hotch before you rush off to the store. You browse the cards, trying to find the perfect one - you didn't want to overdo it, he already had a son anyway. You just wanted to show him that you cared.

You fill it out before you even start eating your food - you wanted to get it done. So you write down your thoughts, how despite being your boss, he was also like your father.

When the card was finished, you ate. Now that the main task was over, you could relax and enjoy your food and not worry about his reaction to the card until you had finished eating (although, based on your shaking leg and nervously looking around, the rule didn't really stop your body from getting anxious).

When you had finished eating, you made your way back to the BAU. You gave everyone a small nod of acknowledgement but headed straight to Hotch's office, giving the door a small knock.

"Come in," You take a deep breath before entering the room, giving Hotch a small smile as you walked in, holding the card behind your back.

"Hi," You gave a small nod.

"Is everything okay?" He asked gently.

"O-oh, er yeah," You nodded, brushing your hand over the back of your head, "I just- I wanted to give you something and I really hope it's not weird but-"

Hotch gave you a small smile, "You're okay, (Y/N), everything's fine, what was it you wanted to give me?"

You hand over the envelope silently - hoping that Hotch doesn't notice how your hands are gently trembling (he does but doesn't comment on it).

"What's this?" He asks quietly, turning the envelope over with gentle hands as he opens it, starting to pull out the envelope.

"A Father's day card." You said, cheeks beginning to tint pink. "I, er, I know you have Jack and I'm not actually your son, but you're my work dad, so it felt fitting,"

Hotch looked at you, a smile ghosting over his lips. "Thank you," His voice was genuine as he spoke, "This means a lot to me."

"You mean... you're not totally freaked out by it?" When Hotch shook his head, you relaxed, "Oh thank God... I had gotten it into my head that you were gonna completely freak or something - no offence,"

Hotch gave a short laugh, "None taken." There was a small pause, "You should probably get back to work, (Y/N), but... thank you for this, really." He gave you a smile (which you returned).

"Yeah, okay," You gave a nod, exiting the room.

When you had left the office, Hotch gave a small smile to the card, before he placed it on his desk, next to a photo of Jack and Haley.

'To Hotch, I know you're not my dad (by blood at least) and I hope I'm not overstepping here, but you're the closest to a dad I've had. Ever. I just thought that maybe it would be a good thing to let you know. I know you're having a hard time with Jack and Haley being gone for a little while, but we'll get them back. I know we will. Until then, we've got to keep our chins up because we will get them back. I know it. I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me (and the team). So: Happy Father's Day. (Y/N) - your (favourite) agent P.s. can we keep this from Morgan and Prentiss? They'd probably tease me for life if they ever found out about this.'

[salternateunreality2]

More Bodyguard Beefa AU

Zack is a pediatrician, which is why he can't be there 24/7 for Cloud, and also why he gets to go ham when Cloud works himself into shock or exhaustion, or burns his hand before a recital.

Cloud is shy and embarrassed about the doting, but between Tifa raising her eyebrow as a threat to take over, Aerith gently pushing and teasing him, and Zack's puppy eyes, he gives in and lets it happen.

Aerith has nurse and bodyguard training, so she can picks up shifts to match Zack's and keep an eye on him at the hospital.

A year or so ago (before Sephiroth and Tifa), Cloud's playing attracted a different kind of stalker, one who would curl up under the church window (where he practices) and listen for hours...until one day his coughing gives him away.

Cloud finishes his piece, then looks out to see if he's still there; it's Denzel, who runs away at first. Cloud keeps playing and ignoring the coughing, but leaving little gifts for him on the windowsill; water, snacks, his own lunch.

It helps Cloud because he tends to get swept up in the music and forget to cook, so now he has someone else to take care of, he remembers more often, even if he starts giving his whole lunch to Den, he at least makes it and has enough for dinner.

Den's cough doesn't get better, but Cloud eventually gets him to come inside to listen and sets him up with a little nest.

One day, Den isn't coughing, he's sitting outside the church door pale and unresponsive, and Cloud panics and brings him to the hospital close by.

He meets Zack there, finds out that Den is homeless and alone, and that Den has the same geostigma Cloud does, but a more acute case due to his living conditions.

Denzel is fostered by Barret and Myrna. Zack signs off on Den leaving the hospital to listen to Cloud when it's safe, and often is the one to bring him on his lunch break since the hospital and church are close by.

Zack also can't get enough of the prickly chocobo ;)

Anyway, Zack doesn't know about Cloud's geostigma, or that that's why Cloud won't let him too close--until one day when he swings by after work so he can offer Cloud dinner.

He opens the door to the church and sees Cloud shivering and sweating, not up by his instrument like he usually is, but down at the entrance near Zack, holding an odd paper swan.

Zack: HEY CLOUD! Cloud?

Cloud startles and trips over himself, landing in a heap with his shirt riding up to show a geostigma sore, but he doesn't notice, he's too shocked and scared.

Zack: Whoa, easy, easy bud, it's Zack. Can you hear* me?

(*hallucinations are a common stigma symptom in this AU)

Cloud: *nods*

Zack: Ok, do you know who I am?

Cloud: Z-zack.

Zack: That's great Cloud. Can you see me? And can you see anything else that shouldn't be here?

Cloud: j-just you and th-the *whispers* swans

Zack: Ok, is it ok if I help you up? I'm tougher than the swans, and you'll watch my back.

Cloud: *whispering* Ok

Zack helps Cloud up and sits him in a chair in the entryway, making sure the church door is closed. Then he gives Cloud a quick exam and sees that he's feverish and disoriented, and a bit malnourished. He can see the tell-tale spasms of geostigma in Cloud's muscles and the way he fixes his watery gaze on things that Zack can't see.

Cloud: They're fading... sorry

Zack: No worries man, I understand. You're sick, it happens. Did you hit anything? Your head looks ok, but does it hurt?

Cloud: No more'n usual *slurring a bit*

Zack, cringing internally--another symptom: Ok, ok good. I'm gonna give you a ride. Nope! No arguing, I'm a doctor and can't not. You're either coming to my place, letting me spend the night at your place, or I'm taking you to the hospital.

Cloud: No! No hospital! *Breathing picks up*

Zack: Shh, easy, ok, no hospital. Promise unless you get a lot worse. No hospital. My place or yours?

Cloud: ...

Zack: I have a spare room and just went grocery shopping, maybe you can motivate me to try my new recipe, yeah?

Cloud: o-ok. Sorry. Sorry, don't mean to bother you. S-

Zack: No bother, bud, I was going to see if you wanted dinner anyway. This bag all you got? What's that little paper?

Cloud pales dramatically and sways. Zack quickly steadies him.

Zack: Whoa! Whoa whoa, hey, Cloud, still with me?

Cloud: s'nothing

Zack: Obviously it's something, but if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But maybe telling would help? Up to you.

Cloud: ...*shoves the paper into Zack's hand* It's probably nothing. Just a fan. It's just...I found it inside...but I didn't notice anyone come in...

Zack unfolds the swan to find a note written on it.

"From your greatest admirer to a true prodigy; your spirit moves me in ways I have not felt in years, my dear, my love, my treasure. Sing, sing through the keys and pipes, all for me, I know. -Your Swan"

Zack: Ok, Cloud...

Cloud looks at him through hazy, scared eyes, shaking and swaying.

Zack: ...let's go home first, ok? This is weird, but I think we need food and rest first. I got your bag already right here, anything else you need?

Cloud shakes his head.

Zack: Ok, then up we go and I'll take you out to my car, then we can go to my place and work on that dinner, yeah? Alright...*hauls Cloud up and practically carries him out to the car*

Later that night, Zack finds out this isn't the first swan letter. He also finds out that Cloud's been forgetting meals since Denzel doesn't need him anymore, and when he remembers, he's often too stressed from the notes. All this stress and lack of care have led to a geostigma flare-up, complete with sores, fever, mild hallucinations, and muscle spasms. This is when he gets the idea to call Beefa.

Next

[itiswormtimebaby]

Time

You're beginning to question why Bucky won't sleep with you, but you ask the wrong person

Pairing: Biker!Bucky and Bug (+Brother’s best friend Bucky, Plus sized fem reader) (Steve is reader’s adopted brother) CW: Friend’s calling each other “bitch”, references to sexual acts

“I don’t know if I should call you a stupid bitch, a dirty bitch, or a lucky bitch.” Cilla, the platonic love of your life, stares at you from the passenger seat of your car. “Straight out the gate and he’s already hitting it raw, I guess I’ll go with all three you stupid, dirty, lucky, beautiful” she tacks on the end to soften the blow, “Bitch.” Stupid was probably fair, dirty was a compliment, and lucky was factual so you let the comment ride without protest. There was one thing that was bothering you about her statement though, “I don’t think it’s fair to say he hi-”

“Bitch,” She cuts you off, “be so fucking for real.” 

“He turned you into his own twinkie- cream filled.” The voice comes from the backseat where McKenna, the third member of your friendship trio is devouring a nerds filled grape slush. Cilla groans in disgust at the bad joke while you pull a face in the rearview mirror, refusing to break eye contact with the man until he cracks first, slowly lowering his plastic spoon back into the sticky purple treat; “I, uh, I really regret saying that.” “Good! That was fucking weird, and now we all have to live with it. Sit in your shame.” Despite your admonishing tone there’s no real upset behind you words as you carry on;

“But as I was SAYING, it was just the tip so I don’t- like it doesn’t feel like that counts. Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing, I just…” The silence sits heavy in your ears but you can’t find it in yourself to continue, suddenly embarrassed despite being in the presence of the two people you’ve trusted with damn near every dirty little secret you possess; why hadn’t it progressed past that?

“Fuck it! Who wants to lose their virginity on a Monday, anyway?” McKenna’s outburst breaks the silence and blessedly removes the spotlight from you, “Yeah,” you acquiescent with a half-hearted chuckle, “you’re probably right.” The conversation moves on quickly enough, though the thought is persistent in your mind- why hadn’t it progressed past that? 

Hours later, McKenna returned home to his husband, sun dropped beyond the horizon, you pull to a stop outside of Cilla’s house, the dark-haired woman making no move to exit the vehicle; “How are you actually feeling about it?” There’s clearly only one situation she could be referencing but in truth you’re not sure how to answer. She was the first call you’d made after coming down from your chocolate-brownie-hell-high, after Bucky finally showed back up in the aftermath, after dates one through four, and especially after five, she’d heard details even McKenna hadn’t, every salacious little tidbit. But you hesitate now, a bond forged in college deadlines, all nighters, stress induced coffee comas, movie marathons and evening walks had blossomed into a beautiful friendship with two main tenets; you burn I burn, and no bullshit. You knew she would listen and take it all in without judgment, but part of you hesitated, worried that her honest take, because she would be incredibly honest, wasn’t something you were ready to hear. 

“I’m confused,” You finally settle on. She doesn’t offer acknowledgement besides a small hum, no pushing, no rushing. “Everything has felt so good.” At that Cilla does let out a little snort, raising her eyebrows suggestively, though makes no other move to interrupt; “I wasn’t actually talking about that, though he does make me feel amazing. I just mean…Bucky’s been in my life since I was pre-pubescent, he may actually be what jump started puberty for me,” Cilla’s eyes roll at your joke as you pause again to gather your thoughts. “He was this larger-than-life presence, cocksure, the muscle to Steve’s mouth and I just- oh my god I was so in love with him. I’m sure there’s still notebooks floating around where I waxed poetic about his eyes, wrote Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes over and over again in the margins…”

You peter off before taking a steadying breath, suddenly thirteen again and trailing along behind Steve and Bucky, the latter of which was the epicenter of every girlish daydream you had. “He had this girlfriend when we were in High School, Dot? I was so fucking jealous of her, she had everything I wanted because she had him. I know Bucky cared about me, in some way, but it wasn’t the same as he cared about her and it broke my heart.”  You can still picture her; pretty red curls, shy smile, hand wrapped in Bucky’s anytime he was within arms reach. 

“Once he enlisted, once there was some space between us, I realized there was a lot of naivety I needed to tear through-” You hesitate, fearing the explanation will be muddy but push on anyway, “like, the love I felt was real- but I also built it up a lot in my head? In a way I think it was probably unfair to him, projections from a kid who was newly navigating the difference between romantic and platonic love, but everything just felt so big and all encompassing.”

“He was your first love.” 

“He was,” You nod in agreement, picturing  Bucky at fifteen, knuckles bloody, Steve behind him with a bruised eye and busted lip, the body of your latest would-be-bully crumpled on the floor, “but that’s not- that’s not how he felt about me.The romantic love, or infatuation, or whatever- it was one sided, very obviously so. I used to wish it was different, dream of a day where he’d drop Dot’s hand and reach for mine but then I realized-” You squeeze your eyes shut, thankful for Cilla allowing you to set the pace of the conversation as you ruminate over the relationship, “I realized after he’d left how shitty that was, just because he wasn’t in love with me didn’t mean he didn’t care, what we did have wasn’t a consolation prize.” 

Your friend rests her hand gently on your forearm, nodding her understanding; “Life went on, he and Steve were deployed, I was in school, they came home, they joined the club, he dated other girls, I dated…But I never really got over that feeling of first love, it just- deepened?” You nodded your head at that, happy enough with the explanation, “It sprouted new roots, more substantial ones, I fell in love with him all over again, a different version of him in a way.” 

You were getting to the part you didn’t want to say, the part that worried you most, “Like I said what we had wasn’t a consolation prize, Bucky’s always been one of the best people in my life, even when I probably annoyed the hell out of him. I’d made peace with knowing that how we felt about each other didn’t line up and then, well…” 

“Then he showed up on your doorstep with flowers begging for a date?” 

“He showed up with flowers after I accosted him with my feelings.”

“Don’t forget the FINALLY.” She prods you pointedly at that, having been driven half mad over your analytical obsession with the word, when I FINALLY fuck you, “he clearly had thought about it, and he even said that’s not all he wanted, don’t go where I think you’re about to go.”

“Where am I about to go?” You ask her. 

“Questioning his intentions, whether he really likes you, wants to be with you…HE asked YOU out, that means something. Just because y'all aren’t having sex doesn’t take away from everything else.” 

Everything else. Cilla was right of course, it’s not like Bucky was running around acting disinterested; he brought you flowers, took you on dates, kept you fed, ran errands with you just for some extra time together, gave you mind blowing orgasms, made you laugh. But then why…

“But then why won’t he sleep with me? He clearly cares about me, thinks about me, but why not- his body count is high, why not one more?” You deliver the last line like a joke, but no part of it feels funny. “I know he cares about me, truly I do. But I guess I just worry- like he’s cared about me since we were kids, so maybe he doesn’t want to sleep with me because he’s figuring out that romance isn’t what he really wants between us and that’d be harder to walk back having-”

“Don’t,” Cilla cuts you off, “do that.” You look at her a bit helplessly as she pushes on, “Has he actually given you any indication he doesn’t want to date you? Aside from not sticking it in?” 

It was crude but she had a point, and you knew Bucky, knew he wasn’t one to string people along. 

“No.”

“Exactly, it’s just dick, don’t let it ruin something special.” 

“I just- I’m all in, so why is he holding back?”

“It’s still a new relationship-”

“I’ve known him forever-”

“But not like this. This is new. He may not be exactly where you’re at but clearly he has feelings for you. My advice would be to hop out of your head and just enjoy things as they progress.”

You nod once in acknowledgement, still not quite ready to move on from the topic;  “Should I just ask him why?” 

Cilla mulls it over for a minute, “I… wouldn’t, not yet. Give it some time.” 

Time, right.

But you couldn't help the worry that persisted, what would Bucky be figuring out in that time?

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[sparklingmineraltequila]

American Wasteland

Note: They might eventually learn to be nice to each other. Very grateful to everyone who's reading and hopefully enjoying, too

Warnings: 18+ Violence, talk of possible sexual assault, alcohol, some pretty graphic descriptions of drug use and needles (if that makes you nervous it's only the first paragraph). Smut and Rust is mean and high as a kite. Cassandra is more than consenting but I'm a firm believer that with the cocktail of hardcore drugs, devastating grief and the overall testosterone fuelled Crash persona he had to embody, sex with him would be rough. Not bad, but rough.

Caramel. Burnt and bubbly, that thick, sticky goo swirling around. Cassandra had made it once, after class, cause she'd see it on the on some bored ass-housewife baking show during a bout of insomnia. Poured all over graham crackers with an extra sprinkle of salt and, when it had cooled down enough, she'd swiped her finger across the pan, letting the golden sludge coat her fingers as she sucked it off. No 'fuck me' eyes, no deliberate dragging of fingertips over pouted lips. No, this was pure fucking indulgence. For a brief, caramel slathered moment of a purely childish whim, her body belonged more to her than it had done for years. Anyway, Caramel. Yeah, it's what Cassandra told him meth reminds her of; bubbling away on that slither of foil. Smoking, snorting, inhaling, whatever: she could tolerate that. Injecting, she could not. Said it made her agitated, that she could almost hear the puncture of the skin's jelly when the needle went through.

That was why Cassandra is so fucking jumpy, now. Through the coke, speed and crass commentary on their supposed sex life, she'd remained calm. Like an amateur form of astral projection, she had described it as while doing their laundry in his kitchen sink, you detach yourself from your body. I ain't really there, just a vehicle for what I need it to give me in that moment. It's just meat at the end of the day. Meat that is serving as a vehicle for a purpose: money, sex, drug receptacle, exercise, etc. A theory that had held up until now; the restlessness of discomfort and boredom making her squirm on his lap. Rust tries to reign her in with a firm forearm pressed to her stomach, which works, until her sharp, glossy nails start to dig into his skin, leaving little half-moons adorning the tick leather of his biker jacket.

'Cool it. Two more beers and I'll take you home,' he mutters into her ear, his forearm pressing her deeper into his chest as he does so.

'You think you're fucking driving after the shit you've put in your system?! Boy, you must be out of your fucking mind. No, I'll be the one driving,' Cassandra spits back, her acerbic tone warranting the attention of a few surrounding Iron Crusaders who can't resist to add in their two cents,

'You gonna let your woman talk to you like that, Crash?' a biker called Razor teases, a lacerating edge to his voice. The cocktail of drugs and liquor pulsating through his bloodstream mixed with powder keg that is Cassandra are putting Rust's nerves on a knife edge. If he was a better (and more sober) man, he might've treated her better, might have allowed himself more tenderness in her regard. But he's not and he can't. Any sign of weakness and the suspicion will grow and fester like mould, and he's not the only one with the fucking gun pressed to his temple: Cassandra's right there with him. Except it won't be gun for her. No, those fuckers will relish in finding a far more sadistic, humiliating way to prove the dominance of the Iron Crusaders. And the worst part? Cassandra's 'punishment' will only be an extension of his own. What's more denigrating than that? That the violence, just like the body it is inflicted upon, doesn't belong to you. Rust tries to justify how he's about to act with that train a thought but quickly pushes it down. He's past the delusion that justification facilitates. Once you hit a dog, you need to kill it. Otherwise, it'll rip you to shreds.

'Trust me, she knows her place. She's just acting up in the hopes that I give it to her a little rougher, tonight,' he deadpans, before grabbing her chin and tilting her head back so that they can make eye contact, 'But she should be careful. Much more out of that smart, little mouth of hers and I'll use it as a fuckin' ashtray.'

Fuck, he sees the pure ire that that phrase elicits from Cassandra's eyes over the whoops of the Crusaders.

'Try it and I swear to God I will spit it right back in your fucking face,' she borderline snarls at him. All this over some needles, baby? Rust thinks, his now non-existent sobriety only allowing his apathy towards her recklessness stretch only so far.

'Cassandra, baby,' he crassly pats her cheek a couple times like you would a pet, 'I'm giving you a total of 10 seconds to shut that mouth before I occupy it with somethin' much more useful for me and much more entertainin' for my brothers than your sass mouthin'.'

'You fu-' she doesn't get the word out before Rust stands up, lurching her body up with him: her abdomen folded over his forearm while supported by a firm hand on her crotch. Definitely uncomfortable, he muses, maybe even a little painful. Though, he'd feel a lot fucking worse if his hand wasn't pressed up against a wetness that is about two hours in the making. He puts her down,

'We're leaving.'

'No, we ain't. My stuff's still in the back-'

'Do you have shoes?' Rust deadpans.

Cassandra glances down to her Tony Lamas, 'Yeah, but-'

'Then you can walk to my fuckin' truck and sit your ass in it. You'll get your shit tomorrow.'

She stares at him and, beneath the gelid fury of her features, he sees a deep, burning desires; that same burning that reduced Troy to ashes. All over one man's fucking desire. That's what everything in this god forsaken world boils down to: that carnal, visceral act of sex. And everything is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power; a power that Rust and Cassandra are fighting for. Oh he sees it in her eyes, all right. Poor baby, don't you know a working a pole or giving a lap dance is one thing, Rust thinks. But Cassandra already knows that dance and she knows this word; her gaze carries the authority of a girl weaned on the milk of a world where icy, serious shit happens. Insatiable thing as always, his Cassandra. Like a sordid, seedy-underbelly inversion of the ingenue blossoming into the woman, Cassandra needs the heady, briny smell of the room, to lick the salt of sweat from his temple, for him to fuck her because she's been cold for too long and the burn won't matter cause fire is fire.

He yanks her arm, pulling her out of the club with him, as he calls over his shoulder to the Crusaders with mean grin,

'Don't wait up for me, boys. Try not to bleed Ginger of all his money, the fucker owes me a rematch.'

Met with some whoops and 'alrights', Rust pushes open the heavy, mirror door and pulls her towards his truck. Wrenching open the passenger side door, he all but throws her inside. When he sits down, Cassandra pounces on him, trying to get a few slaps on him before he shoves her back down.

'Is that your idea of fucking payment, huh? Yeah, let's just degrade the bitch infront of the rest of those pigs. That'll show her who's in charge,' she seethes.

He yanks on the stick shift and pulls out of the lot, now speeding down the road back to the trailer park,

'You know, Cass? You being angry at me would be a lot more effective if I couldn't smell how wet you are.'

Rust braces for the slap, tensing his hands on the wheel so as to not lose control of the truck but Cassandra just stares at him, dumbfounded. A flush creeps up on her collarbones. Whether it's from shame or the pure shock of arousal, Rust doesn't know. He contents himself with either outcome.

'Are you gonna fuck me, tonight?' in a voice so meek and whispered that it should never be used to speak those words. Rust takes as sharp inhale of the Camel he just lit,

'Yeah. But I ain't touching you 'til we're home.'

'Why the hell not?'

He glances back over to her, giving her a one over in those white, lace bra and panties, those endless legs in the worn leather of her cowboy boots,

'I wanna see how wet you can get without me even touching you.'

Very, Rust discovers, as he has her strip off in the middle of the trailer and hand him the damp panties.

'Shit, baby. All I have to do is manhandle you a bit, huh?' Rust murmurs, tilting them in his palm to admire the glisten under the nauseating, yellow overhead light.

'Crash, I-'

'Shut the fuck up and put this on,' he says, handing her his heavy, leather biker jacket. She stares at him before taking the jacket and shrugging it on. Gunpowder, liquor, tobacco and sweat. The cool metal of the zipper does nothing to soothe the burning of her skin, where it rests on the bulge of her breasts.

'Turn around,' Rust mutters and, still staggered by the brazen act of possession he's just performed, Cassandra obliges; demonstrating the embroidered High Speed Low Drag Son of a Bitch and Iron Crusaders emblem on the back. The jacket ends just above the curve of her ass, the sleeves slightly too long: the overall effect should give some sleazy, leather-clad Lolita effect but it doesn't. Not with how his Cassandra rolls back her shoulders, juts her hip and lifts her chin when she turns to face him, again. Those cool, dark eyes regarding him with the wisdom of a girl too young to contain the effervescence of passion and danger that Cassandra does.

'I said turn around.'

She bites the inside of her cheek but turns and Rust lands a stinging smack on her ass, making her jump pathetically.

'Go lie down on your back. Keep that jacket on,' and again, she acquiesces. Once lying down, Rust hovers over her and retrieves the single stack 9mm and a small ziplock bag containing white powder, from the inner pocket. That stirs Cassandra from the lethargy of want she's been under,

'Are you fucking serious?' she sits up on her elbows, the jacket falling slightly open and exposing the contrast of tanned skin with the milk paleness of her breasts.

'With the shit in my bloodstream, I have about an hour before I start getting cold sweats and convulsions. An hour ain't gonna be nowhere near enough time to do what I intend to do to you. So, hold still,' he drawls before placing a heavy hand on her sternum, pushing her back down and scraping a line on one of her tits. She feels a jolt in her stomach before an embarrassing rush of heat between her thighs as he lowers himself and inhales it off of her, jerking his head back as the chemicals merge into his bloodstream, plunging him into white hot, acidic ecstasy. He reaches down and runs his fingers at the seam of her core, rubbing that little nub,

'Where's all that attitude now, baby? I don't have to be mean about this, y'know?' Rust murmurs, now grinding the underside of his palm into her wet heat. Cassandra gulps down a moan as she responds,

'You do,' she half states, half whimpers.

'You're right. I do,' as he smiles that nasty smile again and lands another sharp smack, on her core this time which elicits a choked moan from her.

'Back up, baby. Go further onto the bed,' Rust says before standing to his full height as Cassandra awkwardly shuffles back, the jacket now hanging off of one of her shoulders.

'I should fuck you from the back, that way you might finally learn some fuckin' manners,' Rust says, pulling off his shirt and dropping to his knees onto the mattress. Cassandra scoffs, that usual incorrigibility bubbling up. Fuck, he has her naked, wearing his fucking biker jacket and she can still summon that rancour, the one nurtured by a life of obsolete promises, blood on linoleum floors and the way your first cigarette tastes more bitter than the rest as it's now your only remaining comfort after daddy not holding you anymore. Never one for insipidity, Cassandra spits back, acrimonious,

'What? So, you don't have to look me in the eyes like a real man when you come?'

Rust lets out a harsh huff of laughter, devoid of any amusement, 'All this sass mouthin' from someone who's practically humpin' the sheets for some release.'

Which earns a kick from Cassandra, foot aimed at his nose before he grabs her ankle, hauling her leg over his shoulder; the abrupt movement making her core rub against the denim of his crotch. The sudden friction making her inadvertently buck against him. Rust looks down,

'Either you stop that or I will make you get off with just this,' he drawls and Cassandra doesn't even have the strength to argue.

'Please, Crash, please. You know I'll let you do anything you want.'

He hums, tempted, while he unzips his trousers and pulls down his boxers,

'Your pussy's too good for you to be givin' yourself away this easy.'

'How would you know?' she breathes out.

'Wasn't born yesterday, Cass. Pussy this wet,' he grunts, sliding in two fingers straight, 'and this tight, don't come easy and it don't come often. Plus, since whoever or whatever made you, made you fuckin' perfect in every goddamn way, I doubt they skimped on this.'

She moans, too dazed with fucking herself on his fingers to really notice the compliment. He lowers himself onto his forearms and blows gently onto her seam,

'No, no, no, Crash. You're gonna make me dry, it's gonna hurt,' Cassandra whimpers out, squirming before he brings his tattooed forearm to rest on her stomach, pinning her down. He looks up at her, ceasing his fingers movements,

'It should fuckin' hurt. Way you've been actin' all night.'

'Please, please, Crash,' she sobs.

Rust hums pensively before sitting up on his knees, grabbing a fistful of Cassandra's hair, to yank her head up, and holding out his slick fingers in front of her mouth,

'You don't want it to hurt, baby?' he murmurs in that dangerous, velvety drawl.

'No.'

'Fine. Spit on it,' he deadpans, keeping his hand in front of her. And she does it.

'So, you can behave,' he says, rubbing the wetness on her core, not that she needs it with how it's running down her and onto his sheets. That tart, salty smell; so distinctly woman. We're all just fuckin' animals. Monkeys, Rust thinks. But right now, as he slides his cock into the whimpering mess of tanned limbs and leather beneath him, he feels more human than he has in years. He recalls reading about negative utility: we as humans don't actually really care about pleasure, just minimising suffering. Bullshit. This fucking hurts, it hurts with how hard he is, the ache in his knees from holding this position, the burn of the capillaries in his nose from chemical erosion. He knows hurts for Cassandra, too; way that she's gasping and choking, poor baby probably hasn't got it since prom night. But, fuck, if he wants it. This pain is only whetting his appetite for the pleasure to come, as he feels Cassandra already pulsating around him; like the moment right after he takes LSD when his mouths tastes like blood just before he tastes colours. In this pleasure-pain maelstrom, his definitions start to fade. Yes, he feels more human right now than he has in years, since he has since he saw the mess of blood and teeth on his driveway. Rust looks down at Cassandra, a gleam of sweat on her brow just like his own. As the culmination of living takes over his thrusts and his senses, the only thing grounding him is her voice, like a mantra,

'Crash.'

[thepenguinweeb]

Hello hello this is Sweet from Thus-Wrote-Mrs-Zeppeli (it’s a side blog so I’m on anon sorry) and I saw your thing about Valentine’s Day matchups and I totally wanted to get one before remembering my blog name kinda makes the choice obvious haha-

But ok if you don’t mind ignoring the blog name and going purely off my information I’d love a matchup! This is my first time ever requesting something like this so my apologies if I do it wrong-

I’d like a matchup with a male, from jjba or Mashle, no preference! I’m genuinely curious what you think!

I like to think I’m pretty approachable and easy to talk to, and even though I struggle with understanding others I try to be kind when I am interacting with people, because I like talking to people and making friends. I like expressing myself through how I dress, so I put a lot of effort into my hair and I pick my outfits and accessories carefully, with an emphasis on stuff I think are cute or stylish.

I have been told time and time again that I am much too hard on myself, because I put way too high expectations on myself in most areas of my life, whether it comes to my performance on anything that can be graded to even simple tasks I have been assigned. Making a mistake or being told I did something incorrectly or poorly affects me very deeply. I tend to be quite harsh on myself even if the mistake is very small. Doing something wrong or not understanding something the first time makes me feel like an immediate failure, but it does spur me to do better. And that means hearing I did something well and right makes me feel good.

As for my type…I don’t say I have any Specific preference haha, but I’ve always found intelligence a very attractive trait. I’d like someone who will encourage me to continue improving, firm, who won’t coddle me when I struggle but instead inspire me to do better with advice and constructive criticism. Someone I will always continue improving with, whether I’m literally learning something or growing emotionally and mentally.

This might’ve been my first time thinking that hard about what I like in a person wow, I hope I didn’t ramble too much haha~

Thank you in advance!

With love,

Sweet

💌 Your Valentine Matchup is...

[ Diego Brando !! ]

[ A/N : UMM HELLO ?? THE SWEET MISS ZEPPELI FROM HIT TUMBLR BLOG @thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli REQUESTING FROM ME ?? what did I do to deserve such a blessing 😭 ]

[ This is the second time I had a heart attack from a request haha don't mind me. First time writing for Diego, hopefully it's in character 🙏 ]

So! Considering your type, Diego is a very good match for you. He is intelligent - annoyingly so, actually - and he makes a point to show that off because he knows you find it attractive (always a show-off smh (affectionate)). He's a perfectionist and constantly training to stay on top, so if you want someone who will push you to improve, you got him. He's very firm, kinda expects you to be as good as him.

"What are you doing?"

"No, not like that- you do it like this."

"It's not that hard, come on. Try again."

Yeah, he's a bit of an asshole about it. When you actually succeed, he might mutter out a 'good job', but won't make a big deal out of it.

...though, if your success benefits him, he makes sure to make you feel as good as possible and give you a lot of praise.

He's not a very approachable person. Like, at all. Which makes it quite entertaining to introduce him to others as your partner. Or even just going out with him somewhere where you might bump into new people.

You stand there, smiling and making small talk while Diego just scowls like an angry dog behind you. If it's not the press or his fans, he doesn't see the point in appeasing strangers.

If you tease him about it, he'll scoff and grumble something about it being "pointless and dumb anyway".

But, if you want him to make an actually good impression on someone, just ask him in your sweetest voice and he'll oblige. He hates it and will never admit it, but he finds it impossible to say no to you like that.

And even if he insults you for it, he likes that you're fond of talking to new people. Dating a famous jockey like Diego brings with it some consequences, and one of them happens to be the fact that you're in the public eye now. And it's quite convenient for him if you can handle that.

Now, on that note, he also loves that you put effort into how you look. He'll claim it's all for the public - and, in a way, that's not wrong. It's only to his benefit if his partner looks good next to him.

But Diego is an inherently selfish man. If you look particularly nice that day, you'll definitely catch him staring a little longer than usual.

He's not a big PDA person, but when it's just the two of you? Very different story. Absolutely shameless about the compliments and comments he makes. And very touchy as well, so get ready for that.

Speaking of touchy, he's surprisingly cuddly too, when he's in a good mood. There are weird periods where he just clings to you in bed with a death grip and does not let go. Don't even try to get out of it, you're stuck until he feels satisfied.

"Diego, come on. I really need to get up."

"Mmm.. no."

Won't admit it for the sake of his tough guy persona but he loves being the little spoon. He feels truly at peace when you stroke his hair while holding him close.

Oh, also. Love bites. Lots of them. And don't cover them up. He loves seeing them on you.

Diego isn't very good at comforting, to say the least. So no, if you're being too hard on yourself, he won't be much help.

He's much too used to having high expectations of himself and getting frustrated if he makes mistakes. He understands how you feel - he simply doesn't view it as a problem. It's natural for him. The most he can provide is a glance that says 'i get it'.

You'd think Diego wouldn't be too enthusiastic about Valentine's. He wasn't a sentimental person, after all. Thus, you didn't expect much for your first Valentine's Day spent together.

But the man is full of surprises - this happened to be a particularly pleasant one.

He stands there at your door, an expensive bouquet of flowers in hand, a grin plastered across his face. He doesn't even give you time to speak a word before roughly shoving it into your hands.

At your bewildered expression, he just scoffs. "What? Don't act surprised. You thought I wouldn't give you anything for Valentine's?"

You hesitated with your reply. "Well.."

"Don't finish that sentence, actually." He puts his hand over your mouth to silence you.

"Diego, really, I'm- will you let me speak."

He gives in and releases you, though begrudgingly. He likes when you're annoyed with his antics. But if it's to sing his praises, he'll do what you ask.

You stare at the bouquet for a moment. It's fresh, untouched. Adorned with beautiful flowers curated just for you. "I'm touched.. really. I just thought you wouldn't care for a day like this."

Diego snickers and waves his hand in dismissal. "Oh, I don't care much about sentimentalism such as this. But I know a lot of others do." He pulls you close to himself, wrapping his arms around you. You could faintly feel his nails dig into your skin. "I'd only give myself more work if I let any other fool think they have a chance with you. My precious little dove."

"Dove?" You repeat, registering the new pet name. Then it clicks. "You're doing the pigeon thing again, aren't you?"

He hums, that annoyingly arrogant grin back on his face. "Maybe." He pauses for a moment, simply observing your facial features. "But you are more valuable than a mere pigeon.. More refined. A dove."

You aren't sure if he's being sincere or if he's trying to mess with you. But he doesn't look like he's joking.

He finally lets you free, though his gaze lingers on you for another long moment. "Now," he starts, "I know you've been nagging me to ride Silver Bullet for a while.."

You perk up. "You'll let me?"

"Yes." He sighs. "But you're not riding without me."

I was so torn between Diego and Rohan. Intelligent assholes <3 but the Dino man won in the end !!

[kaisfruit]

junkrat x lucio wholesome hcs PLEEAASEEE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

Boombox (Junkrat x Lucio) Wholesome HCs

A/N: IK THIS SAYS ANON BUT THIS IS MY BFF YALL THX U FOR REQUESTING POOKIE ILY <333 also this just kinda turned into boombox hcs in general im srry qwq warnings: junkrat is his own warning that's it

I'm just in love with them. I need to get over that first before I type ANYTHING

anyways-

Lucio staying up with Junkrat when Jamison is really into whatever he's working on at the moment

To be honest, seeing Lucio get tired makes him feel a bit bad and it ends with them both going to bed bc it's okay if Jamie is sleep deprived but it can't be his fault that Lucio is as well. That won't do at all!

And i see a lot of ppl being like "Lucio helps calm Jamie down <3"

BFFR

Lucio is an enabler.

Junkrat: BABE! WANNA SEE HOW MANY BOMBS IT TAKES FOR ME TO PASS OUT FROM SMOKE INHALATION? <3

Lucio: Hell yeah. Lemme get my phone

No one else is allowed to find the video funny tho

That's right. Lucio def notices how everyone in OW treats Jamie (idc im projecting here. WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM IDC IF HE'S A CRIMINAL HE'S FUNNY)

DVa can maybe find it a bit funny, but that's cuz she gets BFF privileges

Lucio constantly hitting Junkrat with the "hold on, this song reminds me of you-"

Eventually he just makes a whole playlist

Junkrat has it blasting constantly in his workshop

That or he has every song by Lucio on shuffle

Now, Jamison's,,,talent,,, is a bit harder to show affection with

It took Lucio a long time to really grasp Jamie's love language, but now he knows that 99% of the time that Junk's bombs towards him are romantic

The other 1% are accidents and Lucio is the only person Junkrat apologizes to

He doesn't even do that for Roadhog, so this is a very rare honor

Junkrat is so on board with Lucio being a freedom fighter

"HELL YEAH! fuck the government! down with the enforcer! BLOW THEM UP!"

The enthusiasm is much appreciated, but Lucio does have to explain in detail what he's really fighting for

Junkrat's chaotic nature is just on board with anything

And, despite being the resident yapper of overwatch, he really does like listening to lucio telling him abt things he wasn't aware of while being in Australia

Lucio's telling him so ofc it has GOT to be important, yk?

Sorry this is all just such word vomit. They're my two mains and I just....love them both sm i cant

They're just such a chaotic duo together

Like yeah, Lucio is a pretty chill guy but god does Jamison bring out the worst in him sometimes. They're perfect for eachother

On the rare occasion, Lucio can get Junkrat to settle down long enough for cuddles <3 ofc the lad is still a bit twitchy but it helps him realize that maybe this isn't so bad

Lucio shows Junkrat a kind of love Jamison has never seen before and Junkrat helps Lucio learn that it's okay to lose his cool sometimes

They just compliment each other so well

TL;DR Lucio and Junkrat are so good for each other I will throw hands over this

[moonsdrs]

👟🥿👢🩰 what a challenge dodging questions so I don't have to ask the same ones every other game and look like a fool. those creators gotta lock in asap. like let's start asking about the shoe size or skincare or something I don't know

oh, look. my favorite mutual 😌 and yeah i agree! we need more asks that aren't the same but different fonts. i need more singer or 60s-esque questions (but i understand not having much for 60s because nobody really shifts there fr). ahem- anyway! gonna answer this post in regards to my 60s fame dr (as usual..)

p.s. should we redo some asks but in favor for my modern fame after i introduce it?

👟 — what adventures/dates have you gone on with them? where did you go? what did you do? was this your first date?

you already know what i'm gonna say. RIO DE JANEIRO! it wasn't our first date but it's a date/trip that holds a very very special place in my heart. it was our first official non work related trip out of the country, right as the carnival would begin. we had a lot of fun. going to the beach, traveling to the Christ the Redeemer statue. dancing and eating. sleeping without worrying about a schedule within the next few hours. we end up having a biannual trip here, starting in 1971 the year after we got married.

🥿 — what are the simple things that you love about your relationship? is it the little stuff you do for each other? comfortable silence you can easily bask in?

how i can be myself around him. how it doesn't feel like we have to put on a show for each other at all. the comfortable silence as we do seperate activities, the warmth of each other's embrace as we lay together. michael is a very big musicial person, same as me, so oftentimes you'd find us curled up on a couch or me on the couch and him seated on the coffee table in front of me as he begins strumming a guitar and sings for me. also the kisses. i straight up MELT. not too much but enough to portray words that he doesn't even need to open his mouth to say.

👢 — what's something they do that annoys you? is it on purpose? is it an unshakable habit?

michael likes control, moreso in regards to the things he produces in music. if he doesn't like something, he'll say something about it and i like that about him, don't get me wrong! but he's also like..very fucking stubborn. he's gotten banned from recording sessions multiple times because he's so adamant a song won't be a hit or just straight up dissing something either knowingly or unknowingly to the point the producers are like..okay mike get out 💀 he won't even tell me it happened either. "oh, i'm not on this song it's gonna go to x member" and he was originally supposed to sing it..reason why he isn't is because he got banned out of it.

🩰 — what's other's perspectives of your relationship? does anyone know you're together? is their view accurate?

micky: they're hard to seperate. it's like getting a horse to water but the horse actually likes the water. the horse is gonna flop in that water and never come out no matter how hard you pull the reigns to move. no matter how many times you clap your heels on it's sides. mike's the horse. mary's the water.

peter: honestly, i don't know how you couldn't see it. all those looks you see on the show, they were genuine looks. he had the puppy eyes since the beginning. you'd be stupid to think they wouldn't have been a thing.

davy: they're sweet. i think they're two kindred spirits. i think they are meant to reincarnate and meet again and again and again no matter the circumstances.

so yeah. all the boys knew. our management knew. the public and fans didn't really know unless they had keen eyes and hidden suspicions but it wasn't anything they tried to poke at until they were for certain.

[promptcontainmentzone]

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SENTENCE STARTERS. warnings for: guns, violence, death, murder.

What in the goddamn…?

Let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies...

Baby, the odds may look long, but that's just because we ain't done rigging them. I won't toss the dice until we are.

Look, I ain't a harbor for illusions. I ain't expecting to get out of this shin-dig alive.

Can you spell detention? I'll tell you how I spell it: DEATHtention.

You are in the LIBRARY. Be quiet here and filled with SHHHHH.

I am lord of this institution. Where once, long ago, I was a student here. Now, I am its OMNIPOTENT GOD-PRINCIPAL.

______, you're about to have your FAVORITE treat - a VISITOR. Won't that be nice? DON'T eat the visitor, boy. Don't. Please.

What YOU ask is of NULL importance! _____ besieges us, there are more important things to worry about than DATA and FACTS!

ENOUGH! Stop filling my precious brain cell units with irrelevant data!

And… I wonder why it didn't hit me before, until I saw that memory in your hands.

How gracious of you. A mannerly killing.

Can't have brains moving around of their own volition.

In short: Brains, a heart, and courage... spine. I think there was a story once where a band of murderous thugs sought these things.

The ghosts aren't real? That changes everything.

Baby, this little reunion of ours? Chalk me up as a no-show.

I'm familiar with the care and handling of explosives.

How hard can it be? Just light them and throw.

I'd love to debate you on this, but there's no time.

No way. I'm not going to torch myself for your amusement.

It would be pretty funny, wouldn't it? Oh, don't look at me that way. I'm sure you'll be fine.

_____ is dead - what a mess you've made!

There will be no repeat of the trouble we had last time, I trust?

Even now? On the brink of battle?

You'll need a disguise, then. Or overwhelming firepower. Whatever works.

You must be, like… a brain in a jar!

Frontal assaults on casinos? Not good for business.

You have an interest in this even if you're too stupid to know it. If you have an interest in breathing, you have an interest in this.

They have no idea what other cards I'm holding. It's a strong hand, believe me - I dealt it to myself.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It'd be like them to keep paperwork.

I don't have friends here.

We'll kill more with two of us.

You only trust strangers?

Besides. I was on break when it happened.

I want you to find something out for me. I don't know if there's anything to find, but I need someone to try.

Gonna be hard covering you when I can't move my legs.

Goddamn it! Don't sneak up on me like that. What do you want?

Let me aim that for you next time.

You're hiding something. Spit it out. You owe me.

You got no right asking me that. Drop it.

It's just something I'm not ready to discuss. With you or anybody.

That part of my life is over now. So is this discussion.

Must've been one hell of a miscommunication.

Yeah, well. That's how they wrote it up in the report.

Life has a way of punishing you for the mistakes you make. Big enough mistake, punishment can take a while.

You're like a switchblade stuck on flick.

Shhhh… we're hunting shitheads.

All this planning won't matter much when the bullets fly, anyway.

No sense trying to hold the past between your fingers when it's nothing but dirt.

That fucking monument outside?

Started? Took to it like a fish to water... well, if you know what a fish is.

What the hell is a fish?

They're like birds, except they stay underwater.

Anyway, I've seen pictures. One guy even had one above his bar in Redding, except it was made of Pre-War plastic.

Greetings, _____. The disappointment you are about to experience delights me.

Can I order room service?

Am I punching too much? I get carried away.

You mean like this melee weapon right here in my hand at this very second?

Are you talking to me, or a future _____ who is not already doing that?

He always does what he feels is right. Usually that's a great quality.

Sure, I left them. But that didn't mean I'd ever be free of them.

We always make enemies, never allies.

Hold on. I see something I want to punch.

But at least I got the chance to try. At least I know for sure that there was nothing I could do.

Wow, _____ is looking for you, huh? What do you think he wants? Bowling partner?

But… you don't have a "this is good news" expression on your face.

Well, welcome, then. I'm _____. I live in a hole in the ground.

Well that shouldn't be a problem for me. I can't afford anything like that.

I've heard they shoot lasers from their eyes.

I just kind of drift from place to place.

I'll be honest. You're the first person I've run across out here that looks like she can really handle herself.

Aw, you really know how to make a girl feel like a stray cat.

He was dead when I got there.

This better not be about the meaning of life.

Damn, son, you look like ten miles of bad road.

Are you following me?

I saved your life so I kinda feel responsible for you is all.

I'll let that slide seeing how you gotta mind full of vengeance for that no-good polecat and all.

Yup, but this is getting a might embarrassing - people are going to start to talk.

That's a puzzle, all right. I'm sure it's nothing.

What in tarnation was you thinkin'?

I'll thank you not to touch my plunder.

Meaner than a rattlesnake, ain't ya?

To the Bone Orchard you go!

Seems they made like a ghost.

Won't help you none to lay low.

The Boss is pretty clear on this. I can't let you in unless you're by your lonesome.

You did a super job wrapping things up! And I'm not just saying that because I have to!

Here's a print-out with some additional information!

What? Did you expect me to applaud your efforts to support a deranged warlord?

That wig is going to haunt my nightmares. Seriously.

That one… had a little kick to it. The poisonous kind of kick.

Ahh, that feels better. I might not die for a while yet.

Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Oh. Hi _____. Guess not.

Will the medical wonders of the post-apocalyptic world never cease?

Back to the tomb, I suppose. If you need me, et cetera.

Strange how dead bodies appear wherever you go.

As the old saying goes, two's company, but three's a small army. Okay, I'm paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea.

Wait, wait, wait a second. What's going on? Am I playing Vergil to your Dante?

I've woken up worse places. Not many, though.

That's sounding dangerously close to a plan, _____.

Alrighty then, I'll just head out. Alone. By myself. Into the dangerous wastes.

If I buy it out there, I want twelve mariachi bands playing at my funeral. A medal might be nice, too.

I'm not exactly a mercenary, but taking out scumbags of this magnitude wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep.

Why don't you make like Odysseus and get lost?

For as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so will this place, without your presence, bring delight.

I've run out of witty ways to tell you to leave, so why don't you just go?

[starshower1215]

Writing questions: As a writer, how do you feel about receiving comments? As a reader, how do you feel about leaving comments? How do your fanfics compare to your original works? Does your taste in reading translate to what you like writing?

Hi anon,

This is four asks in one ask, haha. But hey, I don't mind, I'm happy you chose me for this.

[No. 1] As a writer, and I think I speak for the majority of writers, some comments can really be the highlight of your day. I like to hear the thoughts of my readers, if the story connected with them in any way or why they find it interesting, what do they think will happen next, maybe even what literary elements they think I'm trying to use, lol. While I guess comments are not the "most valuable" reaction, for me, they're the most enjoyable reaction for sure. Hits are fine, kudos are fun, but if you've left a comment, it can open up discussion, and that's something that I take far too much pleasure in. Comments also motivate me to write much more than the other two do, because it shows a level of personal engagement that hits or kudos just don't meet.

[No. 2] As a reader, I don't really think of it one way or the other. The amount it makes me feel and the number of thoughts it gives me is proportional to the length of the comment. I don't really overthink it. If I have something to say, I say it. If not, I leave it at that. And as much as I love comments from a writer's perspective, I won't dig around for compliments to share as a reader, and I certainly hope my own readers extend the same honesty towards me. But I don't know, if I like it, I can and will become the most annoying cheerleader you've ever seen, lmao. I comment pretty consistently on one author's story and I swear, she probably thinks I'm the lamest thing ever and a little kid, but hey, I'm going to gush if I like it, lol. It's worth it anyway. Otherwise I'll just resort to vibrating very violently until the torrent of unsaid thoughts and praise tears me apart from inside.

[No. 3] I don't post any of my original stories, but I highly doubt they'd get more traction than my fanfiction. Ao3 is generally known as a site for fanfiction, not for original stories, so I presume it would drastically lessen the number of people even exposed to it in the first place.

[No. 4] I'm not sure if this goes for original work or fanfiction, so I'll answer mainly for fanfiction: It depends but to an extent, yes. I'm sure this goes for others, too. My best example is @quillsandblades, who in my mind is known for her swordplay and action scenes. She seems to have a fascination with swordplay or fight scenes in general, so in this case, her interests seem to translate into her writing. Similarly, @storiesofaot is something like the fluff queen in my head, and, from our conversations, she likes to read fluff, too, so that also fits. However, that's not consistent everywhere. E.g. I like reading historical fiction. I have never written historical fiction in my life, lol. I've written original stories that take place in very distant pasts, but never anything historically-focused. So yeah, there are limits, but "Write the fic you want to read" and "Be the change you want to see in the world" are, I think, two very common philosophies of writers, lol.

Anyway, I hope those answered your question, anon, and thank you for the ask! The last question made me pause for a minute, so thank you also for giving me the chance to think about that, haha.

[astrovian]

Did you read Geneva? If yes, thoughts? I remember you preordered it at one point but no judgement if you haven't gotten to it, I also buy books and then don't read them 😅 but I'm curious what you thought of it

You have no idea what you've unleashed with that question, anon 😂

Yes, I do actually have several copies - two signed, one personalised, and then an unsigned copy they included in the press pack

To condense a very long answer, yes I have read it - feel free to stop reading now if you're short on time 😅

So, confession time: it took me a very long time to get around to actually reading Geneva. Like, much longer than I'd like to admit. This was for several reasons:

I love that some people love/find audiobooks/ebooks more accessible literature than physical copies. However, I am a physical-copy-only type of person. I love the *idea* that I could listen to RA narrating a story any time that I want - however, audiobooks just are not for me and I cannot stand them as a way to consume literature (and I really have tried to make them work, I swear). So to audiobooks & ebooks:

As a result, I never even attempted Geneva until the paperback came out, and for the same reason, have not "read" The Cut (and won't get to until the physical book gets released). As lovely as his voice is, listening to the audiobooks would have ruined the experience of the story and world-building for me

The other reason it took me way too dang long to get around to it was because it arrived, I read like 5 pages, and then I had to put it down. Obviously I knew the plot in advance, but it hit home in that moment a little harder than expected. Shortly after the paperback release, a family member passed away after suffering from dementia for several years. So it ended up being a classic 'wrong place, wrong time' situation for me regarding the plot

Anyway, I finally got around to reading it late last year, and here is my hot take™ on Geneva:

it's good fiction...

...for an audiobook. Or a TV show. Or a film.

For a book, though... it's a solid 'yeah'. As in 'yeah, that was okay but it also didn't make a huge impression'.

This is not to say that it's bad in any way - just that it's a solid middle-ground. Or middle-slider. You know, not the comfort book you know is trashy but where the awful trashiness is what makes it good. But neither is it the book you read and go 'I'm gonna be thinking about this long after I put it down'.

Simply - yeah. That happened and it was just okay.

Now: in RA's defense, this is his first book. Lord knows I cannot write fiction to save myself, so no judgement here. I think this is actually a fairly decent first foray into literature, and he does show some promise as a writer. His descriptive writing, in particular, really shines in certain points throughout the novel

But I do also think RA's theatrical & film background really comes across in his writing style - which is not necessarily to the detriment of the book, but was a detriment to my personal enjoyment of it because of how it shaped the writing. It makes a lot of sense to me that there's the TV adaptation & that it originally came out as an audiobook. Also, RA was presumably writing this around the time he established White Boar/has been thinking about White Boar projects, so I think it really is more natural for him to be writing (unconsciously) from a visual media perspective, not a written one

The main issues:

First of all, first person POV is not my preference for fiction, but I can get over that fairly easily. The bigger issue for me is that I'm really not a fan of switching POVs in books, so that was a struggle. And I'm really, really not a fan of switching between first and third person in the same book?? Personally, I would have kept the story just through Sarah's POV - the unreliable narrator trope is a great device, but gets ruined when the unreliable narrator's husband is butting in every few minutes. It's much more interesting to force the reader to stay with Sarah and have to figure out what the actual reality of the situation is, as the 'reality' she presents us with becomes blurry. This issue with the switching POVs was particularly noticeable at the start - the book really gets going once you get to the middle of it but the start was a bit of a slog with the constant back-and-forth of POVs

Given that the chapters switched POVs, they were far too short - I felt like we got one short scene with someone, then one short scene with another, and so on and so forth. This is really where I think this probably works better in the audiobook format, where you have multiple narrators and the chapters wouldn't feel as short

The third person POV chapters involving Mauritz, Helen & Pavel - I would almost cut those entirely - let the reader grow a sense of unease as the story develops (e.g. as Sarah gets sucked into the Schiller Institute) and discover things as she does. This, I think, likely links in to RA's film/tv/theatrical background - in visual media these sorts of scenes may not be out of place, but with books, it didn't work as well. These scenes in the first half of the book felt like they were ringing a bell for the reader, shouting "mystery this way! there's a mystery or something bad happening over here!"

I did think the plot twist was half-decent, but I just feel like it didn't hit as hard as it could have as a result of always getting everyone else's view of things

As I said earlier, RA's good at descriptive writing, but there were one or two moments when I felt like we were being told, rather than shown what someone was thinking/feeling (sorry to be cliché about it)

Overall, I think RA should definitely be proud of what he accomplished with it - writing books is really hard, man, and he does definitely has proved that he has some skill in it. It has made me look forward to future works to see how he develops and grows as a writer, though - and what he eventually might write for visual media, in particular

[twilight-deviant]

Hello dear! About your last DD post, YES GOD SOMEONE HAD TO SAY IT, I fucking hate that take so much. And I saw one attached to the thought that Dex is looking at Matt to be his new “north star”. What?? The “north star” method was used by his psychiatrist to control him, it could never lead to him finding a path to redemption because Matt would definitely not hesitate to use it against him for his own purposes again, because as you said, he hates his guts, and wants nothing more than his downfall (pun not intended, oops). Matt can be ruthless to get what he wants, as per what happened to Julie, and in Fisk's case, he kept threatening to get to Vanessa too, which hey, it's pretty illegal according to law (and he has been doing it since season 2, in that prison scene! Where Vanessa still had no prior involvement in Fisk's criminal organization!).

So backing up what you said about counterarguments against this, I love my man Matt, he can be even more of an asshole to the ones he loves/cares about and I will still love him, and yet there's lots of stuff he shouldn't be defended about lol. It's perfect for what the og show wanted to accomplish.

I get that Wilson Bethel shines in the role and brings sympathy to a character who partly deserves it, every good villain needs that. Still, if Fisk won't be redeemed neither should he (never would want them to, they did all that shit and I love them for it). And Dex/Matt relationship in Born Again makes less sense to me if it's Dex mirroring himself in Matt and wants Matt to see that, to catch that glimpse of empathy. “In another life you might’ve defended me” it doesn't feel like Dex is hopeful Matt might “save him”, but rather he's speaking to Matt like he sees the Fisks in him.

In a perfect world, Born Again would acknowledge that, the fact Bullseye still feels like Matt is not sorry for his methods, about using Julie, instead of straight up jumping to him being a temporary ally. But oh well.

Damn, I'm so sorry for the long ramble! Feel free to ignore this lolo. Hope you have a nice day!

Hey rambling is nice sometimes, and my inbox is open for a reason. lol. ♥

Referencing [this post].

Matt is such an amazing main character (who sucks) because he breaks away from the formula of so many two-dimensional heroes to make some legitimately unhinged choices. Not only does he have extreme anger issues, but he does enjoy hurting people. He'll also get such tunnel vision, he sometimes makes cruel choices to serve the "just" conclusion. He's awful, just awful, to friends and loved ones. No one's doing it like him. If he killed, he'd be a bona fide antihero, and he pushes the envelope as much as he can without taking that final plunge. So yes, I love calling him out on the bad he does. Because it makes him interesting, and characters have to be interesting. It's their whole purpose.

The idea of Matt being Dex's north star... I mean, full disclaimer, I do believe people can/should do whatever fanon or fics they want. But there's that, yeah, and then there's canon. And I like a healthy understanding of which is which. Like how canonically there's no chance Matt purposefully helped Dex knock a tooth loose so he could kill people and escape, but if someone wants to write that fic, godspeed. I like evil Matt sometimes. (There's at least some justification for Matt winding him up in 3x13 because it helped get at Fisk. But Matt setting him loose in BA 1x08 and accepting the potential murders just because he felt sorry for him? The best friend murderer?) I don't think it was any more intentional than the comic with the same gimmick. Matt just likes hitting him. lol.

[Daredevil (2023) #4]

Anyway, north star. I don't know if you've watched Jessica Jones, but I'm reminded of the episode in S1 where Jessica makes Kilgrave do a good deed. Then he decides he'd like to do more of it, so long as Jessica is always by his side telling him what to do because he lacks all empathetic instincts to do it himself. She genuinely considers going through with it but decides she can't/won't and that he's too dangerous. That's what I imagine for Matt and Dex in such a scenario. Even if Matt could get Dex to do as he says and follow his examples, it puts an undue burden on Matt to constantly monitor his actions. (Like how in a fight together, Matt tries to ensure Frank doesn't kill anyone bad, but with Dex there's even more to fret over because he'll kill the bad and the good with little/no compunction.) Not to mention that Matt would be a horrible example to follow. Because he goes too far a lot of the time. It's only his own unique moral code that stops him from taking the final step. And Dex doesn't have that, so realistically, Matt would run himself ragged constantly keeping Dex from crossing the line. (If someone wants to imagine it anyway, that's great. Variety is the spice of life. But I can't see it working well, if at all, or longterm.) There also remains the real potential in such a scenario, as you say, for Matt manipulating Dex and using him to his own advantage. Because he already has.

What's more, it would undo the character development path Dex was on following DD S3. He was really coming into his own as Bullseye in the finale. It was good. Everyone was happy. Even BA 1x01 held up this trajectory. And then scenes from the last two eps of BA come along like they wanna reset him. 👎

I can't begin to know what bull-hockey BA has planned for S2, but I'd say sometimes a spade really is a spade. Matt isn't pretending to hate Dex. He genuinely hates Dex so so much. He has a mountain of reasons why and none for why not. Like even if Vanessa ordered Foggy's death, Dex still pulled the trigger. (And killed ten other people that night. Plus the mayhem of S3 and killing of Lantom.) I do ship DexMatt. I've shipped it since S3, mostly amidst the sound of crickets. But it's a hateful, spiteful, toxic thing. And I do believe if BA writes any sort of semi-redemption "enemy of my enemy" arc where Matt teams up with him for S2 (versus them attacking Fisk independently/simultaneously), they've lost the plot. They truly don't understand or care about Matt's character. They just want something that subverts expectation and looks cool.

And I will retreat to the sweet, sweet existing logic of Matt willing to work with Fisk (who even now in BA has given Matt less reasons to hate him than Dex) before he utterly draws the line at Bullseye. Because he hates him so much.

[Daredevil (1998) #86]

I'm aware these are different realities with different versions of the characters, but Earth-199999 gives zero evidence for and no reason why its Matt would feel warmer towards Dex than 616 Matt does towards Bullseye. What because of his documented mental health issues? Matt didn't care about that in S3 before Dex killed his friend. Why would he care now?

The above comic reaction is because Bullseye killed Karen on a job (unintentionally). Don't tell me he wouldn't feel just as strong when Dex killed Foggy on a job (intentionally). To say Matt can overlook it now is like saying he cares less about Foggy. (Also, if BA brings Foggy back just to ease Matt's conscience so he can work with Dex, I vote we chuck the whole reboot in the nearest bin. That would be such bad writing. You can't give yourself such a sloppy convenience. This is yet another reason they should have brought Foggy back in S1 if they were going to. That way they can demonstrate it's unrelated.)

If BA S2 wants to have Matt use Dex like a wrecking ball, just as he did in S3, maybe. If it's done well. But actually treating him like an ally would be so bad. Just bad. Rinse the taste out of my mouth bad. But it does seem like they want to siphon any humanity from Fisk's character (make a one-tone villain) and pump it into Dex (overly sympathized), so I also wouldn't put it past them. They seem to want a narrative of elevating Fisk's villainy past reason (there's that MCU too-much gene) to have a really united front against him (still trying to recreate Avengers 2012). Neither Fisk nor Dex deserve redemption, like you say. You know that one post that's like, "Free my man. He did all of it but I don't care," or whatever. I'm over here like, "Lock him up! Lock his a** up!" 📣 (On a personal level, I don't care. For fic or AU reasons, I'll break him out, but by all means, canon, hold my man accountable. 👏) All I want for Fisk is a little more of the pre-existing humanity BA stripped from him.

Anyway, yeah! Dex is who he is. Matt is who he is. I'm not gonna look away when I don't like it. Baby girl, I'll put a spotlight on it. Complex, human characters are the last stronghold against flat slop.

Thanks for the ask. (◕‿◕✿) Have a good one. ♥