#bi beth smith

[melon-moth]

you guys really seemed to like the Rick and Morty memes so here’s more I forgot to post

PROSHIP/RICKORTY DNI

[thesoftboiledegg]

🌈 Happy Pride Month to:

A pansexual autistic girl dad who's in love with his best male friend

A bisexual woman in a poly relationship with her clone and husband

A bisexual man who likes male alien parasites and mermen

A bisexual teenager who's boy AND girl crazy

Morty...

...and whatever he had going on with Bruce Chutback.

[scoliosisgoblin]

Summer and Jacob shit because theyd team up a bunch in S1

[alltheirdamn]

Killing Me Softly | (Joel x teacher!f!reader)

Chap. 5 Nevermore

Chp. 5 Summary: It's hard to understand why everything feels so right. Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: Pre-outbreak AU, language, heavy kissing, unprotected piv sex, semi-rough sex, creampie, praise kink, (kinda) size kink, aftercare, fluff and a LOT of angst, light banter, lots of emotions, mentions of past trauma, brief flashback of trauma, another cliffhanger (sorry) A/N: Well, if you're here, I hope you're prepared for what's coming. A HUGE shoutout to @loonmartell for helping co-conspire the trajectory of this story. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it as always <3

Masterlist | Ko-fi

I think he’s already falling in love with you. I think he’s already falling in love with you. I think he’s already falling in love with you. I think he’s already falling in—

“Miss Smith?” 

Your head jerked up at the sound, and the pencil you were drawing circles with fell against your desk. Bradley, one of your students, was standing at the edge of your desk with his test in hand.

“Sorry about that, sweetie,” you smiled, extending a hand. “Thank you.”

Bradley eyed you curiously before turning and skipping back to his desk. You dragged a hand over your face, wanting to crawl into the furthest corner of the world and never be seen again. Beth’s words had been plaguing you for days since you called her. Over and over again, they annihilated your thoughts, a constant broken record that you couldn’t shut off. You still had your nightly calls with Joel, talking past midnight and falling asleep together, but you kept making excuses not to see him. 

“I’ve got lesson plans to make,” you lied.

“I’ll help,” Joel had offered.

“You’re a distraction.”

“I ain’t that bad,” he huffed.

The next night, you lied and said you were going out with Maria, which was an even worse lie since you were avoiding her at all costs. Telling Beth the news was one thing, but telling Maria was another matter. She was nosey and a bit too loud-mouthed to trust. The last thing you wanted was for the entire faculty to know your dirty secrets. Joel had to remain a secret—at least for now.

It’s not like you wanted to avoid Joel; you were just scared. You were not ready for this new territory, and if Beth was anywhere near correct in her assumptions, it only made you want to shy away more. The only problem was parent-teacher conferences this week, meaning you’d have to see Joel and Sarah…together.

The class bell rang, and your free period between classes began. You dropped your head on the desk and took a few deep breaths, trying to wrangle some semblance of calm back into your body. The final class of the day would be Sarah’s, and you’d be lying if you said you were prepared to see her. The blaring reminder that her dad had fucked you sore over the weekend still hung over your head, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for it. How was your fall break, Sarah? Oh yeah, mine was great. Your dad fucked me so hard I ended up having a complete breakdown. 

Fuck. 

You wanted the day to be over. 

The free period went by much faster than you wanted, and as you watched the next slew of kids take their seats, you made a conscious effort not to stare at Sarah as she walked in. She wore her usual smile, the impression of her dimples digging into her cheeks. Some wild thought popped into your head that you had no time to recover from: if you and Joel went any further, God help you, you’d be Sarah’s step-mom one day. Your stomach rolled with nausea as you tried to will those thoughts away. Joel wouldn’t stick around that long; you were a lost cause. There was no chance that would happen. Right? 

Clearing your throat, you rose from your desk and made your way over to the projector to set up the lesson for the day. Since the school year was nearing Halloween, you decided it would be fun to teach Edgar Allen Poe, completely forgetting you had chosen “The Raven”—which was about losing someone. This would have a bite to it that you weren’t ready for.

“Okay, everyone,” you announced. “Did we all finish the reading assignment this week?”

There were a few nods and murmurs of agreement, and you quickly shifted to the first few slides of your presentation. 

“Alright, so who can tell me the overall theme for Poe’s ‘The Raven’?”

Georgia, one of your top students, shot her hand up without a beat.

“Yes, Georgia?”

“It’s about his grief for losing Lenore,” she answered.

“Good,” you smiled. “Can anyone tell me what other theme the poem contains?”

“Madness!” Another student chimed in, causing an uproar of laughter amongst the students.

“Okay, okay, settle down. Very good, you guys.”

You switched to the next slide, staring blankly at the words typed out. Lenore is gone forever. Something struck you as you silently read it, realizing you weren’t too far off from Poe in his grief. Although Bennett wasn’t dead, he wasn’t coming back. That fact hadn’t hurt as deeply throughout the last few weeks, especially with Joel around, but it still threw salt in the open wounds still scattered over your heart. 

“In stanza two,” you cleared your throat. “In stanza two, Poe refers to Lenore as ‘nameless,’ which can imply that she has died, and he’s now consumed with grief. Where else did you guys find his grief prominent?”

Georgia quickly raised her hand again, and you motioned for her to speak. 

“In stanza four, he talks about his dreams, which I think he means he’s dreaming of her to return to him. But if she’s dead, there’s no way she’s going to come back,” Georgia said.

Fuck. You felt the sting of tears rim your eyes and briefly paused to gather your bearings. Bennett left. He left, and you had spent years dreaming he would return. 

“Good,” you choked out.

You glanced around the room, your eyes connecting with Sarah’s. It took all your strength not to break down and cry as she studied you with the same concerned furrow in her brows as her dad would do. 

Clicking to the next slide, you exhaled, focusing on the following theme to discuss. Madness. 

“Now, with the theme of madness, where do we see this begin? Obviously, the dreams can be interpreted as his descent into madness, but what else do we find?” You asked. 

To your detriment, Sarah was the one to raise her hand.

“Sarah,” you sighed, nodding.

“It’s the raven,” she said plainly. “The raven is what drives him mad.”

“What does he do to drive Poe mad?” You questioned.

“The raven only says one word,” she explained. “And that word drives him mad until the end of the poem.

“And why does it drive him mad?”

Sarah shifted in her seat, looking around at her classmates before responding.

“Because it’s the answer Poe doesn’t want to hear. Poe doesn’t want to be reminded that Lenore is dead, but that’s the only response the raven will give.”

You were swaying in place, trying to hold yourself together as the memories started ricocheting back into your mind. Now wasn’t the time to collapse, not in front of twenty students staring at you, confused and concerned. You only responded with a nod and flipped the projector off.

“Good job, you guys. Now, does anyone have any questions on this unit? Any questions about the stanza format or the themes?”

Sarah raised her hand again.

“Did his madness kill him?” She asked.

“Who?”

“Poe.”

“Oh, um, no. Well, it’s a mystery, really. Some people say he died of delirium, so, I guess, madness. But other people speculate he drank himself to death.”

The class grew morbidly quiet, which made it harder for you to continue. No one else spoke up after Sarah, so you resorted to handing out the quiz and sinking back into your desk chair.

One by one, the students came up to turn in their quiz, and you averted your gaze each time with a nonchalant ‘thank you.’ When the final bell finally sounded through the room, you hardly had the energy to wave goodbye. 

Sarah was the last to leave, and that same concerned look lingered on her face as she shuffled out. 

That night, you didn’t pick up the phone when Joel called. You stared as it rang repeatedly, watching the light fade from the screen when the ringing stopped. You buried your head under the covers and tried to sleep, but then the nightmares started.

You woke up to your alarm, hyperventilating and drenched in sweat. Squinting at the morning sun streaming through the blinds, you grabbed your phone to check the time. Your fingers froze as you read the screen.

Seven missed calls from Joel

Two voicemails from Joel

With shaky fingers, you pressed play on the first voicemail.

“Hey baby, it’s me. I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I’m hopin’ you’re just asleep, but if you’re up, please call me.”

Then you played the next.

“Baby, it’s me again. I miss you, and I’m worried ‘bout you. Please don’t shut me out, okay? I just wanna hear your voice and hear ‘bout your day. If you don’t wanna talk, that's okay. I understand. Just please lemme know you’re alright. I’ll drive my ass out to you if I need to just to make sure you’re okay. Call me when you get this. G’night, baby.”

You dug your knuckles into your eyes to try and force the tears back. Last night, you had the worst of the nightmares: the memory of something you tried to forget. You hadn’t touched that memory in so long. It was just the brutal realization you were truly at fault for everything with Bennett. No matter how badly you wanted to blame him, it was always your fault. 

Glancing back at your phone, you rechecked the time: 7:35. Fuck, you were running late, and you really didn’t want to call Joel back right now. At least not right now. You’d muster the energy and strength to do it later, but you needed to gather yourself and get ready for work right now. Tossing off the sweat-slick sheets, you rushed into the bathroom and quickly showered. You couldn’t bother to put makeup on, so you opted to go without it and found a simple dress to wear. It was still in the high eighties in Austin, and a dress was the easiest option for the day. 

Scrambling for your purse and keys, you ran to the garage to start your car and head to the school. 

It wasn’t until you pulled into your parking spot that you realized you left your phone on the nightstand. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” Maria questioned, sipping her lukewarm coffee. 

She had nagged you into spending your free period in her classroom, demanding that you tell her everything that you had been withholding. You sat on the edge of her desk, your dress flowing over your knees as you stared out her class windows. 

“Nothing, Maria,” you lied. 

She said your name sternly, forcing your eyes to snap to hers. Her usual chipper demeanor was replaced with that ‘mother’ look, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed. 

“Something is going on,” she pressed. “Could have something to do with Mr. Miller?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. 

“You did it, huh?” She raised a brow. 

You exhaled heavily, nodding your head—no point in lying now. 

“We talked on the phone the entire break, and when I got home, he insisted on taking me on a date. Then one thing led to another… and yeah, we had sex.”

Maria squealed, clapping her hands and grinning wide. You stared at her blankly, unamused by her reaction to your words. 

“This isn’t a good thing, Maria,” you said pointedly. 

“Why wouldn’t it be? You’re finally putting yourself out there! Oh my god, was it good?” 

“It was,” you sighed. “It was good—really good. He’s so sweet and caring.”

“I feel like there’s a ‘but’ in there somewhere,” she interjected. 

“But I can’t let it go any further,” you finished. 

Maria leaned forward and placed her hand on your knee. 

“Does he make you happy?” She asked softly. 

“So fucking happy, Maria. I hate it.”

“You deserve to be happy, sweetie. That’s all I’ve been saying for years, and now you have it! Don’t force it to fail before it even begins. I saw the way he looked at you at the father-daughter dance. You can’t fake that.”

“I know. I know. I just—ugh,” you slid off the desk with a groan. “He’s too good for me. I’m still trying to get over Bennett and everything that happened. He doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of all my misery. That’s not fair to him.” 

You were pacing around the room, your eyes darting between the science posters hanging along the walls of Maria’s classroom. You heard her desk chair scrape against the floor as she approached you. She gripped you by the shoulders and leveled you with a heavy stare, but her eyes remained soft. 

“He’s still around, right? I don’t think he’s going anywhere, sweetie. If anything, I think he’s in it for the long haul.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you leaned into her, letting her wrap you up in a motherly embrace. She rubbed circles against your back, hushing you as you wept quietly. 

The rest of the day passed by in a numbing blur. You packed your things quietly and headed to your car, ready to drown yourself in a glass of wine. 

Joel’s truck was parked in front of your house as you turned the corner onto your street. His tall figure was leaning against the driver’s door; his eyes focused on your car as you pulled into the driveway. You inhaled sharply before putting your car in park, mentally preparing yourself for whatever anger he might unleash. 

You barely shut the car door before Joel had his arms around you, tugging you into a warm embrace. You couldn’t make sense of it; why wasn’t he mad? He should be angry at you. 

“Joel?” you whispered, your fingers twisting into his shirt. He smelt of cedarwood and smoke, the lingering scent of the workday still on his clothes. 

“I was so fuckin’ worried ‘bout you,” he muttered into your hair. “Been tryin’ to get ahold of you all day.”

“I left my phone at home this morning,” you explained. “I listened to your voicemails from last night. I’m sorry I didn’t call back. I was just running late this morning.”

“Why didn’t you pick up last night?’ He asked, pulling away. 

“I needed some space. I’m just trying to figure this all out. I want you—I want this. I just don’t know how to be fully vulnerable. I know that’s silly to say since I’ve cried every time I’ve seen you.” You laughed at the thought of it.

“You coulda just told me that, baby. I would’ve understood,” Joel sighed. 

“You’re not mad at me?” 

“Of course not,” he smiled softly. “Had me worryin’ like crazy, but I ain’t mad. I know this is all new, and you’re scared. Just don’t shut me out, ‘kay? I wanna talk to you and understand what’s goin’ on with you. I told you I wanna work on it with you.”

“I’m s—.”

Joel was pressing his lips against yours before you could say those two words. The kiss was all-consuming and tender, strong enough to erase every thought in your mind. Your mouths moved in unison, tongues intertwined and exploring. It was dizzying to be kissed this fervently; the first kiss couldn’t hold a torch to this moment. You tangled your fingers into the curls at the base of his neck, slanting your lips to open yourself even more to him. Joel’s hands twisted into the fabric of your dress that hugged your hips and pulled you tighter against his body. You whimpered at the feeling of his cock straining in his jeans, and he hauled you upwards until you were wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Spinning you around, he pinned you to the metal of your car door, breaking away from your mouth to kiss down your neck. Was it possible to be branded by a dozen kisses? He left a trail of sweltering kisses over every exposed part of your upper body, and all you could do was pant and moan helplessly. To hell with the neighborhood and their lingering eyes; the world around you could collapse, and you’d still be clinging to his body. 

“I told you I didn’t wanna hear those apologies,” Joel muttered against the hollow of your neck. 

“What are you gonna do about it, Joel?” You moaned, his teeth grazing your collarbone. 

“All I want right now is to hear you screamin’ my name, so you better invite me inside before I fuck you right here.”

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered.

“Wrong name, baby.”

With one strong arm braced around your back and a firm hand on your ass, Joel carried you out of the driveway and through the open garage. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the bare patches in his beard. Joel stumbled into the living room and sat you on the edge of the couch. You clung to him, refusing to lay back, too afraid to disconnect from his body. There was something so addicting, so right about being in his arms—almost familiar. 

“Y’look so beautiful in this dress, baby,” Joel breathed. “Turn around.”

You unattached yourself from him, spinning until your thighs pushed against the leather of the couch. Joel’s hands roamed over your calves, dragging your dress up until it piled against your lower back. You gasped as his fingers tore apart your underwear, the scraps falling down your legs and piling at your feet. It was embarrassing how wet you were already, your slick coating your inner thighs. 

“Joel,” you whined as he swiped a finger through your wet folds.

“Use your words,” he hummed, slowly pushing in two fingers.

“I need you, Joel.” He curled his fingers against the spot that left you breathless, coaxing you to speak more. “Need it rough—please.” 

You needed to feel how bad he needed you; you needed to show him you wanted him, even if it meant doing it without saying it aloud.

“Y’want it rough, baby? I can do that. If it’s too much, you tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you exhaled. 

Joel pulled his fingers from you, bringing them to your mouth and smearing your arousal over your parted lips. You hummed as you tasted yourself, pushing your ass back into him. You heard the clang of his belt and the soft sound of his jeans hitting the floor before he swiped his cock across your slick entrance.

“Don’t be gentle,” you moaned.

“Anythin’ you want, baby.”

That was all he said before splitting you open, the fullness of his cock inside you robbing you of all the breath in your lungs. Joel kept his hips flush with yours, his fingertips drifting down the fabric of your dress covering your spine. 

“Joel,” you whined. 

You shifted yourself onto the tips of your toes, nudging yourself back until the tip of his cock rubbed against the right spot inside you. You mewled at the sensation, wiggling your hips to find some sort of relief from the pleasure churning inside your stomach.

“Impatient, baby?” Joel teased.

He moved against you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. You had been in such a haze last time you hadn’t realized how big he actually was, but now you felt every glorious inch of him inside you. You let out another frustrated whimper, and Joel responded with an onslaught of forceful thrusts. Your body shoved further into the couch, your midsection rubbing against the edge every time Joel snapped his hips against yours. 

Joel’s hand snaked around your neck, drawing you back into his chest, the angle of his cock spearing deeper inside you. Your wails turned to sobs as you listened to Joel grunting harder behind you, his fingers squeezing rhythmically around your throat. 

“That’s it, baby,” Joel crooned. “That’s it. Doin’ so well for me.”

You gasped for air as the desire coiling within your core became agonizing and all-consuming. Your fingers wrapped around his hand holding you up, clawing at his skin as his thrusts became erratic and determined. You were teetering on the edge of euphoria, your body buzzing with pleasure. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” Joel whispered into your ear. 

You fought against your dress to find your clit, the instant connection of your fingers causing you to cry out. Joel’s mouth ravaged your neck, sucking marks into the skin as you drew tantalizing circles over the sensitive bud. It was right there— that explosive pleasure bubbling under the surface. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice strained under his grip. “Don’t—right there. Right there, Joel!”

Joel quickened the pace, your eyes blurring as your orgasm raced through your veins and set your nerves ablaze. Your sex clenched around his cock, forcing him to slow his thrusts as he groaned into your ear. 

“S’fuckin’ good, baby,” he punched out, releasing your neck.

“More,” you heaved. 

“Think y’can take it?” He asked, pinning you down onto the couch cushions.

“Just want you, Joel,” you said. Your words were muffled into the couch as you exhaled, “Want everything with you.” 

You didn’t know if Joel heard you, and you prayed he didn’t. Your brain was lost in some euphoric haze, dizzying you and your ability to control your emotions. Joel knew every part of your body, like the back of his hand. He knew exactly what you needed and what you wanted, and it was so confusing. 

But all your thoughts grew quiet as the lewd sounds of your arousal and his ragged breathing echoed around the house. Joel’s hand pressed into your hair as he pushed you further into the couch. Bent over this way, you were entirely at his mercy, putty in his hands, and helpless. 

“Swear y’were fuckin’ made for me, baby,” Joel grunted. “You’re mine, baby. Mine.”

“Yours,” you cried. “I’m—.”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as Joel seized up, choking out your name as he spilled into you. His body slumped over yours, the weight of his chest heavy against your back. The hammering of his heart matched yours as you both recovered in silence, the house growing quiet aside from your labored breathing. 

“Too rough?” Joel muttered into your hair. 

You shifted your face to the side, rewarded by his lips pressing into your cheek. 

“Perfect,” you sighed. “It was perfect.”

“You weren’t lyin’ when you said you weren’t a fan of vanilla, huh?” Joel chuckled, pulling out of you. 

You slumped further into the couch, laughing softly. 

“I was talking about cake, Joel. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Sure you were, baby. Stay right there, okay?”

You heard his footsteps disappear toward your bedroom, the distant sound of water turning on and off floating down the hallway. A second later, Joel was behind you again, the cool touch of a towel making you jerk away in shock. He gently rubbed the cloth over your inner thighs, taking extra caution of your sore entrance. You’d feel him everywhere tomorrow, and you didn’t hate that for some reason—you wanted the reminder of him. 

“C’mere,” Joel urged, helping you stand. 

He pulled you over to the couch, curling you into his arms and bracing you against his chest. Joel intertwined his fingers with yours, his breathing evening out as you shimmed further into his embrace. Maybe it was the sex, maybe it was just being around him, but all your doubts and worries seemed to fade away. It was just this moment; you and him with limbs entangled together. 

“Tell me somethin’ no one knows about you,” Joel whispered. 

“Only if you tell me something in return.”

“Of course, baby.”

You paused, considering all the possibilities of what you could share. You had forgotten pieces of yourself over the years, the layers of heartbreak and trauma suffocating the person you once were. You still weren’t sure if that girl you had once been was still inside you. 

“I hate pancakes,” you said.

Joel laughed, his body shaking behind you as you buried your head into the couch. 

“Pancakes? Really?” He teased. 

“I just don’t like them!” You defended. 

“Y’gonna tell me why?”

“I don’t know,” you grumbled. “They’re just too sweet.”

“So y’don’t like sugar in your coffee, and y’think pancakes are too sweet,” Joel mused. “What do you like?”

“Don’t tease me, Joel.”

His fingers prodded your sides, forcing you to shriek at the contact. You hated to be tickled and hated it even more when he kept you pinned to your chest with nowhere to go. You rolled toward him, squirming against his touch. Joel leaned in to kiss you softly, muffling your protests as you settled into his arms. 

“Your turn,” you sighed. 

“Hmm, well, I like pancakes.”

“Be serious, Joel,” you frowned. 

“Okay, okay. I love watchin’ cartoons.”

You giggled, watching that grin stretch across his face. 

“Been watchin’ them with Sarah since she was a kid,” he chuckled. “I still do sometimes, even if she ain’t home.” 

“That’s cute,” you smiled.

You brought your fingers to his face, scratching at the stubble covering his chin and jaw. Joel’s eyes shut as your touch drifted over the patchy spots, your fingertips drawing circles in the places his beard disconnected. 

“Tell me somethin’ else,” he said.

“I think you’re really handsome.”

It was a quick response—almost too fast—but you couldn’t swallow back the words. You glanced up at him, peeking through your lashes to see his brown eyes soften. 

“Handsome, huh?”

“Well, I can’t call you cute,” you scrunched your nose. “It doesn’t fit you. I like handsome more.”

“I like it,” he smiled. “Call me handsome all y’want.”

You dragged him to your mouth, saying everything you couldn’t form into words. Joel moved with you, his head tilting and mouth molding to yours. He made everything feel so simple; maybe that’s what scared you. It was too easy with him—falling into this idyllic routine. Joel mumbled your name, pulling himself reluctantly from your lips. You chased one more kiss and settled back into his chest. 

“Did you know it’s good luck when it rains on your wedding day?” You thought out loud.

Joel tensed up, his arms flexing around you. 

“Superstition says it means your marriage will last,” you continued. “I’ve always thought it was funny, you know? I used to believe in that before my wedding, but after that, I figured everyone had lied to me.”

“Baby,” Joel whispered. 

“No, it’s okay. There’s a point to this, I promise.”

“Tell me,” he urged softly.

“I think the rain was good luck. Maybe not in the way people think, but I don’t think Bennett and I were meant to get married. My sister hated me for going through with it. We didn’t really talk once Bennett and I got engaged. Everyone warned me about him; they told me he wasn’t who I should be with. I was so stubborn to make things work. He—he was there for me during a really awful time in my life. I thought I owed it to him to stay.

“But then here you are, and it makes me re-think everything. The rain? It’s still good luck, just in a different way. I wasn’t meant to be with him because maybe… maybe I was meant to be with you.”

Joel was painfully quiet, his eyebrows furrowing together as he closed his eyes. Oh, fuck. You had rambled out everything you were scared to say, and now it was biting you in the ass. This was why you were too afraid to acknowledge your feelings: the rejection. Joel didn’t see it the same way; he didn’t think of you in the same way, and you just made a complete idiot of yourself. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you muttered, trying to pry yourself out of his grip. You kept the tears at bay, trying not to let yourself succumb to the heartbreak shattering inside you. 

Joel’s hands wrangled you back to his chest, his eyes leveling with yours. You inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed away the rogue tears falling down your cheeks. 

“There ain’t a doubt in my mind y’were meant for me, baby. I’m thankin’ God every day for bringin’ you into my life,” Joel confessed. “I know this is all new, but I promise to keep provin’ myself because whatever this is between us, it’s real.”

“It’s real,” you echoed. 

“Don’t run away from me,” Joel pleaded. “Gimmie all the good and bad stuff. I swear I can handle it.”

“What if you get tired of me? What if I’m not enough?” You rambled. 

“I could never get tired of you, baby. If anythin’, I keep wantin’ more.”

You snuggled further into his embrace, inhaling his scent as you pressed your nose into his chest. Joel ran a hand through your hair, his fingers catching on a few knots left from earlier. 

“What’d you mean when you said he was there for you durin’ somethin’ awful?” Joel asked after a beat of silence. 

Flashes of the crash came back into your mind, or at least the ones you could recall. You squeezed your eyes shut as your nightmares began to see the light of day. It was a memory you never liked to revisit.

“Easy,” your mom whispered. “Easy, honey. Don’t move too much, okay? Take it slow.”

Your eyes fluttered open, the harsh lights above you burning into your retinas as you tried to adjust to the room fading into the forefront. You were tucked into a hospital bed, IVs and tubes sticking out of both arms. Your head was pounding, and everything hurt. That’s all you could focus on. Everything hurt so fucking bad.

“Bennett?” You croaked, searching the room. 

Your mom, dad, Beth, and Stella were all grouped around the foot of the bed, their eyes glassy with tears. Bennett was nowhere to be found. Beth’s fear-stricken eyes shifted from your mom to your dad before she bolted from the room.

“I’m going to go get the doctor,” your mom announced, turning and leaving the room.

Stella shifted uncomfortably and promptly followed, leaving your dad alone at the foot of your bed.

“How’re you feeling, peanut?” He asked, rounding to the side of your bed.

“Pain,” you cried softly.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he assured. “It’s all gonna be okay.”

“Baby?” Joel said cautiously. 

“S–sorry,” you mumbled. “I don’t know if I really want to talk about it.”

Joel’s brows scrunched together, his eyes staring at you with concern. You turned away from him, lifting yourself from the couch. Pacing the living room, you stared blankly at your bookshelf beside your entertainment center, still collecting dust after two years. You heard Joel shift against the couch behind you and glanced back to see him staring at you intensely. Anxiety was thrumming in your chest the longer you stood in front of him, too many thoughts reeling inside your mind. You never talked about the accident; you didn’t want to be reminded of what had been the catalyst in your relationship's failure. Because that’s what it was. You owed everything to Bennett for sticking by your side through it all, and in the end, you weren’t enough. Nothing you did was enough to salvage what had been your life with him before it all.

“Hey,” Joel exhaled. “C’mere.”

“I—I need a minute,” you cried.

You bolted from the living room and went down the hall, gasping for air when you reached the edge of your bed. The room was spinning as you dropped your head in your hands, the nausea surging up inside you the longer you stayed stuck in the memory. You needed out of it; you needed out. You needed—.

Joel rushed into the room, falling to his knees in front of you as he said your name over and over to coax you out of the trance. Nothing was working. Your head was throbbing in pain, and you couldn’t work around it. 

“Breathe with me, baby,” Joel whispered. “Breathe.”

You heaved in a lung full of air, only to choke on it and gag back the nausea crawling up your throat. Joel rubbed his hands over your thighs, the sensation of his touch jarring you enough to make you cringe. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he crooned, a distant echo of your dad's words. “It’s okay.”

The shrilling sound of your phone ringing pulled you both from the moment, and you crawled over the bed to grab it. 

Beth

“Fuck,” you groaned. “I can’t—I can’t answer it.”

“Give it to me, I’ll do it,” Joel offered with an outstretched hand. 

You practically tossed it at him while you crumpled into the sheets with your hands clutching your head. 

“Hello?” He answered with a brief pause before he said, “This is Joel.”

Silence.

“Fuck, okay. Gimmie a second,” he replied.

“Baby, she needs to talk to you,” Joel said.

You stifled your cries before taking your phone from his hand, already hearing Beth’s frantic voice on the other end of the receiver. 

“Beth, what is it?” You asked, your body shaking. 

“It’s dad, sis. You’ve got to come home, okay?”

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.1

tags: rick sanchez x reader, love triangle, rick being rick, rick being mean af as usual, age gap, it will get dark, angst, double ended - you decide it, some chps will be smut, slow burn, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour this chapter: rick sanchez x reader, rick being mean, sfw with some sexual indications word count: 1750

“Listen to me, you bi-bitch. I am not doing this for you, got-got it? I was challenged by someone, and I am not someone who loses and if you spoiled bitch call me an old man again, I’ll make you scream it, understand?”

„What-what the actual fuck is this?!“

The whole Smith family was staring at the most recent weird event in their living room. A girl lying on their floor, alone and unconscious. It was obvious that she wasn’t an alien – judging by her appearance. Summer was focused on her outfit, Beth was checking if she still had a pulse and Jerry was being Jerry (useless).

“Morty – Morty you disgusting little shit! Did you buy a girl from space? Fucking pervert. I’m going to kill you!”, Rick’s voice echoed through the room, spit dripping from his mouth. His grandson instantly denied the accusations vehemently, saying that he is a pervert but not that kind of pervert. Rick was angry, furious even, someone like him – the smartest man alive – didn’t have time for shit like this.

“Um…Dad?”, Beth was holding a piece of paper in her hand instead of her usual glass of red wine, “It’s for you.”

“Wow, Grandpa Rick, maybe you were the one buying some girl like some creep.”

Rick narrowed his eyes at Summer’s remark. As if he would ever need to buy a girl at all. “Shut the fuck up, Summer, before I tell your mum where you hide your sh-shit.” That was enough to shut the redhead up and earn a disapproving look from Beth.

Quickly Rick snatched the note from his daughter’s fingers. A note – something so traditional…weirdly interesting.

Hello Rick C-137, Probably asking yourself why some girl is lying on your floor and why you’re reading a note right now. I’m not going to tell you shit though. Aren’t you the “smartest man” alive? The “rickest Rick”? You’re nothing more than an experiment to me and a dumber version of me anyway. I won’t tell you why she is in your dimension and your universe. I won’t tell you what experiment and what you should or should not achieve. Fuck, I won’t even tell you who she is or where she originated from. I also made sure that you won’t be able to track where she came from and on top of that you will never know who I actually am. Wait until she wakes up or wake her up yourself. I know damn well I piqued your interest, C-137.

He was right. The note did pique his interest, but it also pissed him off. Obviously, it was another Rick – an arrogant motherfucker who challenged Rick. “For f-fuck’s sake. What fucking bullshit is this”, his pale hand dragged down his face before he knelt down, right next to the stranger’s face.

“Wake the fuck u-up, dumb bitch. How can-can you sleep with everyone screaming.”

Dumb Bitch…Those words echoed through your head, jerking you awake. Who was this disrespectful to call you that? You blinked several times, the light from the lamps blinding you.

“O my God, Dad! She’s waking up.”

“Oh geez…I don’t think this is goi-going to end good.”

“I hope she’s cool like a new sister or something, Morty is like so annoying.”

Who was talking? Slowly your eyes adjusted to the new surroundings, and you were met with some old man staring into your soul. His scent was a mixture of alcohol, musk and after-shave. Not a bad smell at all.

“What…Where am I and who the fuck are you, old man?!”, the first thing you did was check your body. Missing limbs? Naked? Bruises? Chained up? No, everything seemed fine yet at the same time nothing was fine.

Your head felt like it was exploding, as if a belt was strapped around it and getting tighter and tighter. The room was unfamiliar just like the people around you. Everyone was screaming. Strangers. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Did they drug me? Your mouth was dry, as if you haven’t drunk any water in days. Did they kidnap me? Thousands of thoughts flooded your brain, and no answer was in sight. The room shrank and shrank and shrank. Why is everyone yelling? Who are these people? Where am I? I can’t breathe! I can’t- 

Rick injected a needle into your neck, pushing a milky liquid into your system. You were having a panic-attack, and he didn’t have the nerves to deal with anymore shit thrown his way. Almost instantly the girl in front of his feet stopped shaking, your breath calmed down as well as your excessive sweating. Meanwhile Rick took a long look at you – you weren’t dirty or anything, the opposite in fact. Your hair was clean and shining while your clothes were spotless and on top of that you smelled phenomenal. A rich vanilla with an undertone of cherry, sweet and sultry. 

“Wh-What did you in-inject her with, Rick?”

“Relax, Morty”, Rick rolled his eyes, “Just didn’t – didn’t want her to lose her shit. Give her a minute, we’ll be able to talk to her then.” Only Rick and the grandkids were left with you now. Beth had to go to work and Jerry was simply overstimulated, not being able to comprehend anything that happened in front of his eyes.

You took a deep breath and sat up; your eyes never left the tall, skinny frame of the older man. “Who are you guys…?”, your voice was timid, but your stare was stern.

“Rick, Morty, Summer. Y-You’re at our house. Don’t ask us why, you were probably tele-teleported here from someone who looks like me. We don’t know shit about you either, dumbass. Do we look like some human-traffickers to you? Another fucking dumbass.”

Suddenly it clicked – Rick Sanchez. You’ve seen his face all over the news again and again. Some mad scientist who was known for teleportation, universes and interdimensional traveling. And he was a fucking asshole. Morty and Summer were his grandkids. At least I know who they are.

“Now, tell me who you are”, Rick reached out and cupped your chin with his calloused fingers. His fingertips felt rough against your soft skin, you felt warmth creep up to your cheeks and spread across your face. With a hiss you slapped his hand away.

“My name is y/n. I’m 21 years old and a psych major at college. I will also be known as the girl who castrated you if you touch me again, old man.”

The last part earned a chuckle from Morty and Summer “Oh, Grandpa Rick got burned! I love you already, girl!” Their joy was short-lived though. Rick yelled at both of them, insulting them every way possible, demanding them to leave the fucking room before he feeds them to his alien-prisoners. Both complied to his command.

“F-fucking listen to me you wannabe mean girl bi-bitch. Some other Rick left a note-note for me, talking about some dumb ass experiment. What happened before you ended up here? Do you even know where you live or you wanna share a bed with this o-old man?”

“I live in….huh…Where do I live? I remember who I am but not a single thing about a family or a living space”, no matter how hard you tried you didn’t actually remember anything about your own life, “The last I recall before waking up is someone saying, “Last Chance, Sweetheart” and that someone sounded exactly like you.”

“For fuck-fuck’s sake! I’m going crazy! I’m going to kill that motherfucking R-Rick!”

Two hours. Two hours passed and Rick tried everything to at least receive a single type of information, just anything. Nothing. Nothing worked. He tried to trace you back to your original universe – apparently you didn’t belong to any. He tried to find other versions of you – a big red error appeared. He couldn’t even extract past memories from your brain. Literally nothing has worked. He failed. Rick Sanchez, the smartest man on earth, failed.

“You know, maybe some memories will come back to me after some time. You don’t have to be yelling all the time…”, you were sitting on a chair, your elbows propped on his workbench and your hands cupping your face. Rick was in fact a weird guy – loud, rude but determined. After hours of listening to his drunken outbursts you just wanted some peace and quiet. Due to Rick kind of being famous on the internet you knew a thing or two about him and what his work was about. “I know you mean well and your actions could help me go back home…if I have a home, that is. You still need to chill though, old man.”

Once again you called Rick an old man. Is that girl serious? “You dumb little…”, you heard him growl as he turned around to face you. The burping, belching genius known was anything but amused. His typically wry grin twisted into a snarl of pure contempt, revealing a glint of madness in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

The furrows on his forehead deepened, accentuating the lines of his craggy face as he scowled, his brows knit together in a storm of frustration. His eyes, usually glazed with a combination of apathy and brilliance, now burned with a fiery intensity that could rival the brightest supernova in the universe.

“Listen to me, you bi-bitch. I am not doing this for you, got-got it? I was challenged by someone, and I am not someone who loses”, Rick made his way over to you. Slowly, like a predator nearing his prey. His hand gripped your chair to make you face him. You felt yourself push back into the seat. He was too close and you two were all alone in his garage. One hand was now next to your head while the other was gripping your thigh. You could feel his breath blowing against your now hot, blushed face, his musk clouding your senses, his hand burning into your skin. “And if you spoiled bitch call me an old man again, I’ll make you scream it, understand?”

“Listen to me, Rick old man Sanchez. I’m neither spoiled nor a bitch. And your pathetic attempt of whatever this is isn’t working.” Harsh words which didn’t match your bright red cheeks or beating heart. Your own body was betraying you. “Fuck you and fuck this garage. I’m going to chill with your grandkids.”

A smirk grazed Rick’s lips as you stood up and left without looking back. Interesting. Who knew that embarrassing you would be that much fun? You’re feisty, witty and bratty and not a bad sight to the eye.

“Ah, makes me want to tame that little girl.”

[fandomwe1rd0]

How I headcanon the Smith family would celebrate pride month!

This post is in celebration of pride month!

Rick: He would be extra gay for this month

Summer: She would probably make a lot of online posts celebrating it

Morty: As the only maybe straight person in his family, he would try to be as supportive as possible to the rest of the family

Domestic Beth: I imagine she wouldn't celebrate it, not because she's not gay, she's bi. But I just imagine she'd be too busy with work and stuff to celebrate it

Space Beth: Same as Domestic Beth, expect she'd be too busy saving the galaxy.

Jerry: He would try to celebrate it but would come of as unintentionally homophobic because of how excited he is and because he wouldn't really know how to celebrate.

[negativemindfeild]

is it really that hard?

just read...

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR, AND THE CHARATERS

SHOWS;

shameless ;

ian gallagher, fiona gallagher, lip gallagher, mickey milkovich, kevin ball, v fisher, carl gallagher, and frank gallagher

nsfw available for all [ s5 + for ian, lip, and mickey, s11 for carl]

stranger things ;

jim hopper, steve harrington, eddie munson, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, billy hargrove, mike wheeler, will byers, dustin henderson, lucas sinclair, max mayfield, and el hopper

nsfw available for all except mike, will, dustin, lucas, max, and el

the umbrella academy ;

diego hargreeves, allison hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, five hargreeves, ben hargreeves, and viktor hargreeves

nsfw available for all except five

the last of us ;

joel miller [ROMANTIC] ellie williams [PLATONIC]

nsfw available for joel

black butler ;

sebastian micheals, finny, bard, mei-rin, grell sutcliff, william t. spears, undertaker, and claude faustus

nsfw available for all

inside job ;

reagan ridley, brett hand, ron staedtler, and andre lee

nsfw available for all

kobra kai ;

daniel larusso, johnny lawrence, hawk moskowitz, robby keene, miguel diaz, and demetri alexopoulos

nsfw available for daniel and johnny

supernatural ;

sam winchester, dean winchester, castiel novak, lucifer, crowley, and john winchester

nsfw available for all

lucifer [netflix] ;

lucifer morningstar

nsfw available 

demon slayer ;

kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui, obanai igura, sanemi shinazugawa, mitsuri kanroji, shinobu koxho, giyu tomioka, gyomei himejima,  daki, gyutaro, muzan kibutsuji, kokoshibo, douma, akaza, enmu, tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agamatsu, inosuke hashibira, genya shinazugawa, and muichiro tokito

nsfw available for all except tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya, or muichiro

gotham ;

oswald cobblepot, fish moony, sal maroni, victor zsasz, edward nygma, harvey bullock, harvey dent, alfred pennytworth, and bruce wayne

nsfw available for all except bruce

daredevil ;

matt murdock

nsfw available

the mandolorian ;

din djarin 'mando'

nsfw available

GAMES; 

call of duty ;

simon riley 'ghost', johnny mactavish 'soap', john price, kyle garrick 'gaz', alejandro vargas, phillip graves, keegan russ and könig

nsfw available for all

red dead redemption 2 ;

arthur morgan, bill williamson, charles smith, colm o'driscoll, dutch van der linde, hosea matthews, javier escuella, john marston, kieran duffy, micah bell, karen jones, mary-beth gaskill, abigail roberts and sean magurie

nsfw available for all

team fortress 2 ;

spy, mun-dee mundy 'sniper', jeremy 'scout', mr ludwig 'medic', mikhail 'heavy', pyro, tavis finnegan degroot 'demoman', mister jane doe 'soldier', dell gonagher'engineer'

nsfw available for all

stardew valley ;

harvey, maru, sebastian, abigail, sam, penny, elliott, leah, alex, hailey, shane, emily, and sandy

nsfw available for all

sally face ;

sal fisher, travis phelps, larry johnson, and ash campbell

nsfw unavailable

mortal kobat 1 ;

johnny cage, kenshi takahashi, raiden, kung lao, lui kang, kui liang 'scorpion', bi-han 'sub-zero', tomas vrbada 'smoke', syzoth 'reptile', rain, kitana, mileena, and sindel

nsfw available for all

doki doki literature club ;

monica, yuri, natsuki, and sayori

nsfw unavailable

danganronpa ;

makoto naegi, byakuya togami, mondo owada, kiotaka ishimaru, yasuhiro hagakure, leon kuwata, hajime hinata, nagito kamado, izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, gundham tanaka, sonia nevermind, kazuichi souda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, shuichi saihara, kokichi ouma, gonta gokuhara, k1-b0, miu iruma, rantaro amami, kaito mamota, kaede akamatsu, and kirumi tojo

nsfw available for all

MOVIES;

spiderverse ;

peter b parker, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, spider-man noir, ben parker, jess drew, miles morales, miles morales [ earth-42 ], gwen stacy, and  pavitr prabhakar

nsfw available for peter b, miguel, hobie, noir, ben, and jess

star wars ;

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, padme amidala, qui-gon jinn, luke skywalker, han solo, leia skywalker, ben solo ‘kylo ren’, poe dameron, finn, rey skywalker, armitage hux, and cassian andor 

nsfw available for all

marvel cinematic universe ; 

tony stark, steve rogers, bucky barnes, sam wilson, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, vision, bruce banner, natasha romanoff, clint barton, peter parker, loki laufeyson, and thor odinson

nsfw available for all except peter

x-men ;

logan howlett ‘wolverine’, peter maximoff ‘quick silver’, erik lehnsherr ‘magneto’, charles xavier, hank mccoy ‘beast’, kurt wagner ‘nightcrawler’, warren worthington iii ‘archangel’, storm, and scott summers ‘cyclops’

nsfw available for all

deadpool ; 

wade wilson ‘deadpool’, colossus, and weasel 

nsfw available for all

karate kid ;

daniel larusso and johnny lawrence

nsfw unavailable 

the breakfast club ;

john bender, andrew clark, brian johnson, claire standish, and allison reynolds

nsfw available for all

the outsiders ;

dallas winston, darry curtis, sodapop curtis, steve randell, two-bit matthews, johnny cade, and ponyboy curtis

nsfw available for darry and two-bit

the hobbit ;

bilbo baggins, thorin oakensheild, fili durin, kili durin, thranduil, legolas greenleaf, and bofur

nsfw available for all

lord of the rings ;

frodo baggins, sam gamgee, merry brandybuck, pippin took, gimli, legolas greenleaf, aragorn, and boromir

nsfw available for all

scream ;

billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, sidney prescott, tatum riley, and dewey riley

nsfw available for all

the ballad of songbirds and snakes ;

coriolanus snow, sejanus plinth, lucy gray baird, reaper ash, and jessup diggs

nsfw available for all except lucy gray

[hannibalzero]

Red dead redemption omegaverse

Update ❤️

So when I first made my omegaverse headcanons I was only half way through the game. But now, a lot of my options and ideas have changed.

Growth you know? So please humor me while I tell ya about our favorite band of outlaws

John Marston: he’s a alpha, very cocky about it. Will puff out his chest to make you think he runs the show…at least when Abigail isn’t around. Bi

Abigail is a female omega, but in gender only. Everyone knows who’s the real leader of the Marston pack. Abigail doesn’t really care about her genders just wants to be the best mom she can be for Jack. Bi as well

Jack is a beta, he wants to be a alpha so badly like his father. It takes a long time for Jack to feel comfortable about himself. When he became a writer. Jack had done a lot of research, finally understanding the gang as a adult. Gay

Uncle? Uncle is Uncle but at one time he was a alpha, or so he says. No one really wants to know. An ace king

Javier is a beta, he doesn’t care about it. All he knows is that he’s bi. He misses his family and homeland but the Van der Linde pack is his family now.

Sean is a omega and will fight you if you point it out. Sean is straight and loves himself some boobies. Or so he says, he has been caught ogling a few good looking men with their shirts open. Straight/maybe polyamorous..he hasn’t become aware of that part of himself yet

Karen is a alpha female, Sean is her sweet little omega. She plays like she’s an omega when she’s robbing, pays better. She is considering making Sean an honest omega. Polyamorous. 

Tilly, a omega bit a spitfire of one. She’s like Abigail and just tries to do her best. Her old gang tried to make her a pack breeder, it’s why she killed a man and ran to the Van der Linde gang. Lesbian

Mary-Beth, she’s a beta. She romanticizes the whole secondary gender one true mate thing. She’s still young, she’ll grow out of it. Maybe not… makes great romance novels ❤️ straight

Kieran: omega boi, loves his horses. Is very protective of himself when it comes to anything sexual. Keeps away from people so he isn’t touched. He’s demisexual but really likes Mary-Beth.

Pearson: beta and ace, just keeps to himself. Likes sending naughty letters with some feller a few states away.

Grimshaw is a omega women who was bonded to Dutch at one point. Bond broken but loyal. She takes care of the camp like it was her own pups. Straight

Molly, a high end omega women. Dutch’s newest Mate. She loves the man but knows deep down that she could not have pups with him. As much as Dutch wants a pup so bad he can taste it. Bi

Hosea: omega, he was Dutch’s first mate. They broke that bond when John joined the family. Hosea loved Dutch but loved Bonnie more. Bonnie was his one true love and privately considered John and Arthur his pups with her. Not Dutch. Stays in the pack to be with his family now. Bi

Dutch: alpha, wants to be the most alpha alpha that ever alpha’d. Wants to lead a huge pack that he is king of, gets board easily. Changes Mates when the mood strikes him, but privately knows his one true mate was Hosea that he threw away. He likes Molly, mostly because of what she does for him. Bi

Strauss: ace beta and not really interested in anything but money.

Swanson: Polly, he’s an all or nothing type of omega.

Josiah trelawany; a alpha that loves other alphas. Yeah he has a family in Saint Denis, but that’s just a marriage of convenience. He has men in every city after all!

Bill: gay as hell, alpha and self loathing.

Micha bell, straight and a Alpha. Looks down on anyone and anything. Thinks beta and omegas are only good for keeping his knot warm. Micha is sterile. Pissing him off more.

Charles Smith, demi alpha. Women are wonderful, Men are wonderful. Why chose. Is big on serious relationships. Charles knows what he wants and goes after it.

Sadie, alpha female. After the loss of her husband, she realized she enjoyed women more. There would never be another man like her husband after all.

Arthur Morgan, omega and bi. Arthur hides the fact he is an omega. It makes him uncomfortable when people know because suddenly people treat him differently. As the gangs enforcer, that’s not useful. Force celibate because Dutch gave him a order to keep his damn legs closed. So he had, feels like sex gets him in trouble, even with women. He hates dressing like an omega but has a love of soft fabrics and underwear. A lot of self loathing but maybe Charles will help him with that. 🦌🦬🦌🦬

Well that’s the updated version of the omegaverse headcanons. Any questions just ask!

[loyalpromise]

MUSES (alphabetized):

request only muses are available upon request, plotting preferred & encouraged, memes accepted, low activity.

test muses are new muses that i'm trying out and will have low activity.

9-1-1 LONESTAR:

STRAND, TK / 25-29 / GAY / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: RONEN RUBENSTEIN / outgoing. selfless. romantic. (prev. rescuinglives) INFO.

BALDUR'S GATE 3:

HALLOWLEAF, SHADOWHEART / 48 / DEMISEXUAL; PANROMANTIC / CANON / TESTING / FC: INDIA EISLEY / devoted. independent. headstrong. (prev. ehldritchblast) INFO.

RAVENGARD, WYLL / 24 / DEMISEXUAL; PANROMANTIC / CANON / TESTING / FC: UNDECIDED / heroic. kindhearted. playful. (prev. ehldritchblast) INFO.

NETFLIX'S DEAD BOY DETECTIVES:

ROWLAND, CHARLES / 16-51 / BI / CANON / TESTING / FC: JAYDEN REVRI / charming. selfless. loyal. INFO.

SASAKI, NIKO / 16-18 / LESBIAN / CANON / TESTING / FC: YUYU KITAMURA / cheerful. kindhearted. observant. INFO.

NETFLIX'S GLOW:

EAGAN, DEBBIE / 30s / BI / CANON / TESTING / FC: BETTY GILPIN / forthright. charming. cunning. (prev. librtybelle) INFO.

LISA FRANKENSTEIN:

MENDOZA, TIFFANY "TAFFY" / 18 / BI / CANON / TESTING / FC: LIZA SOBERANO / bubbly. charismatic. outgoing. INFO.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

ESTRADA-VASQUEZ, MIGUEL / 35 / BI / CRIME OC / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: KEVIN ALEJANDRO / open-minded. honest. caring. a goodhearted, emt & firefighter raised in a life of crime that he tries time and time again to separate himself from, despite being continually pulled back into it for his medical prowess. (prev. fehlicitaes) INFO.

CALDBECK, CARYS / 25 / BI / FANDOMLESS OC / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: JENNA BOYD / eccentric. talkative. cautious. an eccentric girl raised up by her grandparents & left to take care of her narcissistic, agoraphobic mother at the expense of her own freedom, who doesn't have many friends as a result & talks too much, but wishes to see the world one day. (prev. likcparis) INFO.

CULINA, ELOWEN / APPEARS TO BE MID-LATE TWENTIES / BISEXUAL / BG3 TAV/OC / WOOD HALF-ELF / TRUE NEUTRAL / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: HAVANA ROSE LIU / playful. caring. ambitious. elowen was born to a wood elf mother and human father, the latter of which left before she was born. raised by her mother in the forests just outside of baldur's gate, elowen did her best to fit in with the other elves, embracing all of elven culture as she could. though, as much as she enjoyed her life in the forest, she longed for adventure; to follow in her father's footsteps, and see the world. and, with the help of the fey, she planned to do just that. (prev. ehldritchblast) INFO.

ILLISTYN, ALYNDRA / APPEARS TO BE EARLY-MID THIRTIES / BISEXUAL / BG3 TAV/OC / DROW HALF-ELF / NEUTRAL GOOD / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: LAUREN GERMAN / kindhearted. loyal. passionate. alyndra was born and raised in baldur's gate to a human mother and seldarine drow father. she lived a relatively happy childhood, (as much as it could be, at least) raised up around music and enjoyed dancing along to the sound of her mother's flute and father's singing. she assisted them in their street performances to make some extra coin, and, unsurprisingly, followed in their footsteps in becoming a bard. (prev. ehldritchblast) INFO.

ROSSI, DIANA / 30 / BI / CRIME OC / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: BETTY GILPIN / resourceful. brave. passionate. a hitwoman for hire who was raised up in an mafia family in new york & tried to get away from that lifestyle only to still wind up doing crime to make ends meet. (prev. fehlicitaes) INFO.

RED DEAD REDEMPTION:

ADLER, SADIE / 31-39 / BI / CANON / MEDIUM ACTIVITY / FC: LAUREN GERMAN / brave. impulsive. resilient. (prev. carnraged) INFO.

GASKILL, MARY-BETH / 22-30 / BI / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: ALYSON MICHALKA / hopeless romantic. imaginative. compassionate. (prev. novelistdreamt) INFO.

MARSTON, ABIGAIL / 22-30 / BI / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: DANIELLE CAMPBELL / clever. adaptable. dependable. (prev. fehlicitaes) INFO.

SMITH, CHARLES / LATE 20S-EARLY 30S / BI / CANON / TESTING / FC: DIOGO SALES / intelligent. fairminded. trustworthy. INFO.

RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE:

BANKSTON, ZAHRA / MID-LATE THIRTIES / BI / LOW ACTIVITY / FC: SARAH SHAHI / passionate. loyal. ambitious. (prev. firstroyals) INFO.

CLAREMONT-DIAZ, ALEXANDER / MID 20S-LATE 20S / BI / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ / charismatic. hardworking. friendly. (prev. patientlyloves) INFO.

CLAREMONT-DIAZ, CATALINA JUNE / MID 20S-EARLY 30S / BI / MEDIUM ACTIVITY / FC: SELENA GOMEZ / creative. intelligent. caring. (prev. firstroyals) INFO.

FOX-MOUNTCHRISTEN-WINDSOR, BEATRICE "BEA" / MID-LATE 20S / BI / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: ELLIE BAMBER / rebellious. resolute. open-minded. (prev. firstroyals) INFO.

HOLLERAN, NORA / MID-LATE 20S / BI / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: RACHEL HILSON / intelligent. analytical. charismatic. (prev. firstroyals) INFO.

OKONJO, PERCY "PEZ" / MID-LATE 20S / BI / REQUEST ONLY / FC: MALCOLM ATOBRAH / eccentric. social. dramatic. (prev. firstroyals) INFO.

SHRIVASTAVA, SHAAN / MID-LATE THIRTIES / BI / REQUEST ONLY / FC: AKSHAY KHANNA / organized. loyal. level-headed. (prev. firstroyals) INFO.

STRANGER THINGS:

WHEELER, KAREN / LATE 30S-EARLY 40S / BI / CANON / TESTING / FC: CARA BUONO / caretaking. dependable. dedicated. (prev. fehlicitaes) INFO.

WHEELER, MICHAEL / 15 / BI / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: FINN WOLFHARD / clever. moody. loyal. (prev. partysheart) INFO.

WHEELER, NANCY / 19 / BI / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: NATALIA DYER / hardworking. steadfast. intelligent. (prev. rebelcliche) INFO.

THE WALKING DEAD GAME:

AHMADI, OMID / 27 / BI / CANON / REQUEST ONLY / FC: REZA DIAKO / outgoing. cheerful. humorous. (prev. thatweekendinvegas) INFO.

ALLBRIGHT, LOUIS / 19 / BI / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: JORDAN FISHER / charismatic. charming. humorous. (prev. morefinesse) INFO.

BUCHANAN, RUBY / 18 / BI / CANON / HIGH ACTIVITY / FC: EMMA KENNEY / kindhearted. hardworking. polite. (prev. keptmanners) INFO.

CUNNINGHAM, LUKE / 27 / BI / CANON / REQUEST ONLY / FC: LUKE GRIMES / hardworking. caring. sensitive. (prev. worldendured) INFO.

DIAZ-NARVAEZ, CARLOS / 44 / BI / CANON / REQUEST ONLY / FC: EDUARDO NORIEGA / cautious. protective. intelligent. (prev. overprxtective) INFO.

GARCIA, KATE / 25 / BI / CANON / MEDIUM ACTIVITY / FC: JOCELIN DONAHUE / friendly. laidback. loving. (prev. peaceasshcle) INFO.

HYUN, CARLEY / 28 / BI / CANON / REQUEST ONLY / FC: GRACE PARK / quick-witted. resourceful. intelligent. (prev. worldendured) INFO.

MADISON, VIOLET / 19 / LESBIAN / CANON / MEDIUM ACTIVITY / FC: HAVANA ROSE LIU / reserved. resourceful. determined. (prev. worldendured) INFO.

MARTIN, KATJAA / 40 / BI / CANON / REQUEST ONLY / FC: CHRISTINA APPLEGATE / loving. kindhearted. motherly. (prev. medicalxperspective) INFO.

THE WOLF AMONG US / FABLES:

BEAUTY / APPEARS MID-LATE 20S / BI / CANON / LOW ACTIVITY / FC: ELIZABETH LAIL / captivating. faithful. attentive. (prev. pleasedonttellbeast) INFO.

THIS BED WE MADE:

SOPHIE ROY / 21 / BI / CANON / TESTING / FC: KAITLYN DEVER / curious. polite. reserved. INFO.

[yeonchi]

Rick and Morty: A Way Back Home is best erogame don't @ me.

I'm not putting in screenshots or overtly spoiling the "elements" of this game, but I'll talk a little bit about it.

This parody erogame from Ferdafs follows Morty as he is dumped in another dimension by his Rick in an effort for him to gain confidence, but as he settles himself in the place of that dimension's Morty, he learns that having "encounters" with other girls is what is apparently making him gain that confidence, so he continues doing so in the eventual hope that his Rick will come back for him. In addition to Beth, Summer and Jerry, Morty is joined by a Rick exiled from another dimension and his Morty, a female one named Morticia (from the Pocket Mortys mobile game).

Throughout the game, Morty also has encounters with other girls such as Tricia Lange, Jessica, Reka (a background character whose name was revealed to be Grace Smith in the Rick and Morty Character Guide), Nancy, Jerry's girlfriend Kiara, Unity, the Gazorpians, a female Rick and even Planetina (an update literally had a full adaptation of that episode as her route). Later, he is also joined by Wild Summer from a Cronenberged dimension and Space Beth.

I like how this game replicates the art style of the original show, but there are some clothing-related continuity errors in some scenes if you know what I mean. In the five years this game has been released, there are so many scenes and routes that Ferdafs probably forgot to address the main arc of the story, which is Morty going home to his dimension. It has been briefly addressed in recent updates, but nothing significant has come of it as of yet.

This game was built in Unity and it uses a sandbox VN format that involves progressing in routes by going to different locations and earning money (by working for Rick) that is only useful for buying story-related items from the Devil's shop. A fan known as Night Mirror has created a remake of the game in Ren'Py called Another Way Home, eliminating the sandbox format and combining all the routes into a linear story while also expanding on scenes and creating original ones as well. For example, the Halloween party event adds Morticia in the Ren'Py version, with her and Morty being dressed as Mabel and Dipper from Gravity Falls, whereas in the Unity version, Morticia is not seen at the party and Morty is merely wearing a Vindicator vest. The animations were made using Live2D in the Unity game, but they were screen recorded into .webm files in Ren'Py due to lacking native support on Mac and Android.

So why am I making a post about this particular erogame? Because Ferdafs has recently gone AWOL with no updates since May. Updates used to come out monthly, then bi-monthly and now, every three months. Last year however, Ferdafs was apparently undergoing arm surgery and making a recovery, but it's been nearly a year since then and updates to the game were released even if they were three months apart. If Ferdafs doesn't make an announcement by November, then Night Mirror is slated to begin the endgame of the Ren'Py version, though if Ferdafs does make new content then the endgame will presumably be deferred. Let's just hope we get something at some point.

[micro961]

Bi Bi Blues Band - “Blue Pink And Grey”

Il singolo della band sui principali stores digitali

Esce “Blue Pink And Grey”, singolo dalle forti tinte modern blues della realtà milanese dei Bi Bi Blues Band. Il brano è sui principali stores digitali e in promozione nazionale. “Blue Pink and Grey” nasce dall’inopportuno e sgradevole accostamento di questi colori per descrivere “Il Male Di Vivere Montaliano” di noi artisti, che passiamo la vita tra dubbi, eccessi di sensibilità, incapacità di trovare una propria collocazione nel mondo, di essere capiti ed amati. Di spiegare al prossimo che, anche se apparentemente senza senso l’accostamento di questi tre colori per noi ha un significato profondissimo. Perciò per spiegare a chi può e vuole starci vicino che non sempre è facile capirci, ma che qualsiasi nostra azione ha per noi e per chi ci sta intorno un significato molto profondo.

La band

Silvia Rumi

Silvia è la nostra lead-singer/front woman, ha una lunga esperienza sui palcoscenici nostrani, interprete di brani di spessore come quelli dei Led Zeppelin, Beth Hart, Joss Stone, Joe Bonamassa, Alannah Myles, ecc… Ha studiato per diversi anni con Francesco Rapaccioli (Eros Ramazzotti, Pooh, J-Ax, Michele Bravi, Francesca Michielin, Elio e le storie tese, ecc. ecc.). Pronta ad intraprendere questa nuova avventura.

Marcello Romani

Marcello è il nostro lead guitarist, arrangiatore e compositore. Ha iniziato a suonare la chitarra da ragazzo ed ha avuto i primi approcci con il palcoscenico con Alex Baroni. Da allora non ha mai smesso, ha militato per circa 20 anni nella Doc’s Band, molto nota ed attiva nei circuiti Lombardi oltre ad altre collaborazioni importanti, tra cui un tributo ufficiale ai Led Zeppelin… ed ha suonato anche per nomi importanti - per dirne uno: Antonella Ruggiero. È la mente creatrice del progetto Bibi Blues Band.

Flavio Manzotti

Flavio è il bassista della Bibi Blues Band. Inizia a calcare i palcoscenici a partire dal 2010 ed ha occasione di suonare assieme a professionisti del calibro di Diego Arrigoni dei Modà.

Ha fatto esperienza con vari gruppi, spiccando per la sua versatilità musicale.

Fabio Madeddu

Fabio è il nostro batterista, strumento che inizia già a conoscere a soli 12 anni da autodidatta, per poi cominciare gli studi con Giulio Capiozzo, mitico batterista degli Area. Partecipa a diversi eventi importanti come il Festival di Castrocaro, e Sanremo Giovani, frequenta "clinic" importanti come quelle di Steve Smith e Paul Wertigo (Pat Metheny), per citarne alcune e suona in diverse band, tra le quali la Doc’s Band, calcando i palcoscenici dei locali lombardi più importanti.

Guglielmo Angioni

Guglielmo è il tastierista della Bibi Blues Band. Grande appassionato del sound dei più grandi musicisti blues e jazz, inizia a familiarizzare con lo strumento sin da bambino e ne farà in seguito la sua grande passione. Durante l'università frequenta la scuola civica di Jazz di Milano ed inizia la sua esperienza musicale dal vivo, suonando poi per vari anni in molteplici cover band, principalmente Rock e Blues, fino ad approdare al nostro progetto.

YouTube: https://youtu.be/C7Dakq6Tc5k

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bibi_blues_band/

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7h8MBFNuapqmgy9yDG9phL?si=b9acd8605bd0429f

[catholickedd]

btw my url has two d’s in it so when you tag @/catholicked you’re actually tagging a different person

and GO STARS WOOOOOO

also some of these had me chewing glass. your minddddd these are some amazing takes

1. couldnt be bothered to put this in order but solaricks because there’s so many fucking banger lines (hey rick? yeah? remember like 30 seconds ago when you pretended not to know who iron man was? who was that for? sh-shhhh morty shut up) and then we have rest and ricklaxation aka the toxic episode which actually made me go feral THEY FORCED HIM TO SHOW THAT HE CARES ABOUT MORTY and then ofc ricklantis mixup, i’m obsessed with emorty, and then rickternal friendshine because i believe in rick unreciprocated birdperson crush supremacy, and finally fear no mort (YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN THE HOLE, ARE YOU????)

2. sperm episode, dragon orgy, rise of the numbericons, i dont feel like explaining but i will say that it was hard to watch the dragon orgy episode with my dad.

3. HGHGHGGGGHHHHH okay so there’s toxic rick waking up inside the toxic world and the FIRST thing he does is yell for morty, there’s all the times that rick’s told morty he loves him being erased from morty’s memory or rickbot moments or not real moments and then rick telling summer she reminds him of diane and there’s so many more i could list but they’re just out of reach for me rn OH and “because you love him” from rickternal friendshine

4. uh i listed one of my favorites from solaricks earlier i really cant think right now i might have posted it somewhere else on @autisticricksanchez because i think i got an ask for this one

5. why did i forget to put a 5

6. autistic adhd bisexual mf who i love. wet cat of a man. anyways he didnt want to ever feel romantic attraction to anyone again after diane and how disastrously that went but he risked it with birdperson and got fucking crushed so now he couldn’t be bothered to care about anything and this might be obvious to everyone else but he doesn’t drink to suppress the depression, he drinks because he wants to hurt himself also he used to wear glasses but he doesn’t anymore bc he fixed his vision but sometimes he still wears them for the aesthetic

7. audhd, anxious, sleeps with a teddy bear and a weighted blanket, apd, trans gender, former gifted kid, bi

8. summer is my whole heart i love her so much anyways she’s bisexual just like every single smith family member and she really looks up to space beth & wants to be just like her however this has made her attachment style to rick kind of weird, i will not talk about jerry, space beth REALLY wants domestic beth to think she’s cool and still wishes the events of the “sapphic horsegirl summer” had never ended. she has thought about killing jerry more than once.

9. i said this somewhere else on my rnm blog but i like to think that he’s not just evil to be evil, that there was Something that happened to him that made him this way. maybe his diane died first and he snapped and made sure if he couldn’t have her then nobody else could ever

10. he misses his rick. a lot. gets absolutely wasted to cope with it but then breaks down because he realizes that makes him just like rick

11. i have the exact same opinions as prev on this which i love

12. evil morty and evil rick if that counts?

13. uh. my rick prime diane theory counts i think

14. NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR BY THE CRANE WIVES FOR RICK IM YOUR MAN BY MITSKI FOR MORTY

15.

heres some old art and shit i made

rick and morty ask game :)

(btw you can do one or many of these because some of them take a long time to answer)

1. top 5 episodes and why!

2. least favorite episode(s) and why!

3. moments that make you insane

4. your favorite lines

6. rick headcanons

7. morty headcanons

8. general family headcanons

9. prime hcs

10. emorty hcs

11. opinions on bethcest / mortycest (prime and emorty) / prickcest (prime and c-137)

12. favorite rick and morty pair that ISNT c-137 and prime

13. theories!!!

14. songs that you think relate to them

15. wild card!!

[eemoo1o]

“Sleepy Gary ruined my gag reflex” WHAT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK

[thedailybullshit]

RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 29

Arthur: The one time I ignored Dutch’s advice, nothing went right for me.

Arthur: But when does anything go right for me anyway?

John: Beer me!

Arthur: What?

John: Hand me that water. I always say, “Beer me.” Gets a laugh, like, a quarter of the time.

Arthur: Lord, beer me strength.

Molly: I can’t do this. I’m leaving you.

Dutch: Not if I leave you first!

Molly:

Molly: This is your gang!

Tilly: Girls, is it gay to be a lesbian? Is it gay to raw a woman until she forgets her own name? Is that gay?

Dutch: Okay, here’s the plan. Arthur comes out of our hiding place to face the Pinkertons -

Arthur: I like it.

Dutch: - and we use Arthur as the human sacrifice.

Arthur: I like it.

Little John: Dad, why are there tides?

Young Dutch: *panicking* The moon is trying to steal our water but it’s very bad at it.

Dutch: Why are you wearing that scarf?

John: Why are you dressed like a gay sugar baby?

Dutch: . . . Okay.

Sean: I will put my A down to make “A”.

Karen: I will add to your “A” to make “AT”.

Tilly: I will add onto your “AT” to make “RAT”.

Lenny: I will add onto your “RAT” to make “BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC”.

Mary-Beth: *flips the board*

Charles: Remember, murder isn’t the answer.

Arthur: ‘Course not, it’s a question.

Sadie: And the answer is yes.

Dutch: I’m no sociopath. I always know that what I’m doing is wrong.

[dragonpocalypse]

BTW piggybacking off the LAST post there is a SECOND au where they're just in a poly relationship

[bolly--quinn]

thinking about how Mr. Nimbus definitely banged two generations of the same family