#but he turns into a bigger badass from the experience

[citrine-elephant]

concepts on the brain:

zane taking a wallop on the ol’ electric-meat-dome and mumbling in his unconsciousness/actual sleep.

zane surviving something he shouldn’t have. how the fuck is he still alive. the flynt family curse is choosing not to kill him, but instead is just beating the ever-loving shite out of him. 

misery (stephen king) inspired moment where his corporate-captors have broken his ankles to stop him from running. fucked up his hair. either straight up sliced his claw arm off, or also broken that. mentally, he’s... okay, except for the hair thing. he’s really upset about that. but thinking about the cool ass spy arm he can get/make for himself makes him very happy. healing from the broken legs sucks complete arse, tho. (or also the arm healing)

[crybaby-bkg]

Motorcyclist Bakugou who looks so mean, so badass and deranged and cruel, who turns out to be a bigger softie than you thought.

Motorcyclist Bakugou that you meet at a bar one night. It’s pretty empty besides the occasional straggler, and you sit beside him at the bar with a sigh. He’s ready to complain about you choosing to sit right here when there’s an entirely empty row, but when he looks at you, all his irritation melts right off of him.

You two talk for a while, hit it off, as you exchange banter back and forth, and before you know it, you’re walking out with him. you're not too drunk to be stumbling, but enough to let him pin you against an old brick wall as you walk to his ride and let him kiss you. its sloppy and full of tongue and teeth, and you can't get enough of him, especially when he hikes a thick thigh between your own to let you grind against it. you find it in you to pull away finally, when someone walks by, but its hard when he bites his kiss swollen bottom lip and nips at your own.

you get him off of you though, with a promise of giving him more when you finally make it back to his place. you're surprised though, when he walks you to the only bike in the lot, all sleek and shiny and black and orange with explosions painted on the side.

you make a remark about how pretty the bike is, but he only has eyes for how pretty you look, all mesmerized and slack jawed. he hands you his helmet, letting you hop on after him, grabbing him around his middle tight as you cop a feel of his hardened stomach. he thinks his dick explodes though, when you whisper to him,

"I've always fantasied about being bent over a pretty bike." its all the initiative he needs to zoom off into the night, popping a wheelie occasionally to hear you squeal and giggle.

and when you arrive at his house, big and showy with a private garage, you both have the good idea of parking that bike right in the privacy you two need. he barely puts the kick stand down, barely lets you pull the helmet off before you're being grabbed and groped every which way. you let him, let his mouth roam your skin, and your hands pull off his shirt, until you're both in your underwear and panting against the others lips.

without being prompted to do so, you turn your back to bakugou, looking over your shoulder as you bend over his bike. you pull your underwear to the side, let him see the slick strings that snap from your lips to your inner thighs, grinning when he practically salivates like a damn dog. you hear his zipper before you see it, giggling when he groans about you being a little minx, before you feel his tip slide between the wetness of your lips.

and as he pushes into you, you rock a little on the seat of his bike, eyes fluttering close in bliss, as you think that you finally got to experience being railed like how you deserve over a pretty bike by an even prettier man.

[nothing0fnothing]

As a survivor of childhood violence by two narcissistic abusive parents, my mother's delusions made it incredibly difficult for me to remain in contact with her into my adulthood, long after the abuse had "stopped."

My mother has this delusion that she was the "primary victim" of the abuse. In my naive younger years I was happy to see her as a victim, but she didn't want to be seen as a victim just like my siblings and myself were as children. She wanted to be seen as the "bigger" victim, or the "worse" victim.

Basically, even though she was just as active an abuser as her husband was, and her role in facilitating and enabling the abuse was instrumental in allowing it to go on as long as it did, she wanted her pain and "healing" to take precedent. And I let her do it for an embarrassingly long while.

When I didn't want to follow my mum down the isle on the day she got married. Married to man who, aside from all the constant bouts of abuse he'd inflicted on me and my sister our entire childhood, had knocked me unconscious and thrown water he believed to be boiling over me a few weeks before. I didn't want her to marry him. And I really didn't want to be her bridesmaid when it happened. But the dress was bought and mum really needed a happy day, and she's a victim too right?

When she said she didn't want me to move out of her home and insisted I stay with her and her husband while they both abused me, I allowed it. Because she's a victim too, right?

When she demanded I not start private therapy until she was "ready" because she couldn't cope with the idea I might be talking about her to my therapist, I let her get her way. Because hey, mum's a victim and she needs to heal too, right?

It didn't matter that she was also an abuser, and that she did nothing to protect any of her children, and that she had faced not even a fraction of the violence in her whole marriage that she herself had leveled against us at any given time in our lives. Mum was a victim and I had to support her. Even if supporting her meant setting myself on fire so she could stay warm.

I'd done it all my youth and I was prepared to do it all my adulthood too. Until one day, living alone in a tiny flat, I started having this anxiety attacks. These head spinning, can't breathe, ohmygodI'mgoingtodie anxiety attacks. And with the dizzying nausea and the sense of impending doom, I'd get these white cold flashes of memories.

My mum smiling while I cried. My mum dragging me by my hair. My mum swinging household objects at me. My mum with a knife. My mum holding my face under water. My mum calling me a liar. My mum hurting the other kids. My mum taking the violence too far.

And I just, crumbled.

Each anxiety attack brought a new memory that would spiral around in my memory and wouldn't even go away when the next attack came. In a few weeks I had a mental breakdown, but over the course of months I had collected this highlight reel of all my mother's worst moments. Side by side, in context, right after the other. It felt like I was finally seeing a full picture. Like she'd done some sort of sleight of hand trick and hidden what was in plain sight from me for years, but here it was, in my memory all along.

All it took was my own lived experiences to see through her delusion. The delusion she desperately wanted to share with me. This delusion that she had it worse or deserved it less or that her pain was somehow more valuable than mine. I realised she needed me to believe all that, because if I didn't, if I saw the truth, that she was evil and cruel and chose to marry a man just as cruel as her, I'd have the power to speak out.

She was living her delusion for a while. People thought she was some domestic abuse survivor. This badass ex battered woman turned pillar of strength post divorce. And then her kids went no contact and speaking up about our lives. Our whole lives. Bad look right? Almost everybody that knew her before stopped returning her calls.

She still likes to pretend when she can get away with it. She tells new friends and boyfriends and whoever will listen to her that she's just this sad victim of circumstances and all her kids took her exes side in the divorce how sad. I'm sure it works on the more gullible ones.

It doesn't work on me or my siblings anymore though. That's really all that matters.

[breitzbachbea]

@fvriva Copying this out so I can do more stuff -

But yes! One of Charlie's many exes, only two of whom have ever received a name, is a guy called JJ! His full name is Jacob Johnson and I once posted some old pictures I had of him here .

They used to date when Charlie was pretty young and just out of school and were part of a bigger gaggle of gay guys. Guys who were just experimenting and finding themselves ... and who thought it'd be funny as fuck and their good right to fancy Charlie's father substitute Paddy. Charlie didn't find that shit funny at all, but kids can be so cruel. (I also bet like some were like "Ohhh, he's from the North and he's kinda badass, do you think he's an ex-Provo?" because these boys are pulling a Michelle from Derry Girls. And saying "He's a Prod from Derry" has zero effect, because then it's "Oh my god, that means he doesn't got all that repression! I bet he's a real Casanova!" at which point Charlie was ready to either eat the Abrakebabra tray himself or shove it down someone else's throat.)

However, Charlie's boyfriend JJ never participated in that tomfoolery. Because he was a clever young man, who knew if he kept it to himself, he could date Charlie, partially to get closer to that hunk of man. Enjoyed it very much whenever he was with Charlie and Co. and Paddy was around.

However, JJ overall didn't feel like Ireland was a great place to live and wanted more opportunities, so like many young Irishman, he went away to America. And before he left, he did the kind thing of breaking up with Charlie ... and also the not so kind thing of telling him the truth in regards to Paddy. Rough breakup.

JJ gets to America, things don't really turn out as they are ought to be and America has more or less just the same problems he wanted to escape, be it in a different costume. Poor JJ falls in with the Mob to get by and after seven or eight years, he is like "Hey. I am not gonna snitch on you, I am not gonna cause trouble, but I just wanna go home. Could you arrange something for me?"

And his boss, a young man called Alfred Jones, is like "Hmm, sure! I think I know someone you could work for, someone to keep eyes on you and who takes care for you in Dublin! Harry O'Connel's the name!"

And JJ does think. Hey, that's the name of Charlie's childhood friend. Even the surname is spelled that weird way ... But he shrugs it off, because maybe someone just left an L off the end and there have to be plenty of Harry O'Connell's in Ireland.

And Harry thinks the same when Al talks to him about an Irish guy called Jacob Johnson, like yeah yeah sure. Fork found in kitchen situation.

And then JJ arrives back in Dublin, goes to the office after some preliminary meetings with other subordinates or so, walks into Harry's office ... and Harry's face is not one that you forget. Not much has changed since puberty is through. And thusly Harry also learns that he has hired Charlie's ex as a new subordinate.

So poor JJ, comes home from his failed American Dream, learns that his ex's childhood friend is a mobster and THEN learns that the same holds true for said ex and has always been the case for the middle-aged guy he fancied.

JJ has learnt a lot about himself since he went away, especially about his priorities in life, so he now also realizes that Paddy was just some embarassing Teenage infatuation and nothing genuine at all. Not to mention that he may have a soft spot for Charlie still, but no old spark that is still alive. Charlie does make a bit of an ass of himself for wishing it was the case and being thoroughly disappointed when he gets mercilessly roasted by JJ and not even a little bit fancied. Sir, you are getting steady now, you don't NEED your ex-boyfriend for approval.

That's Jacob Johnson! Poor lad, deserved better :/

[tag-that-oc]

I have gotten permission to talk about my OCverses so take some Starwood Forest ramblings to start!!

I've classified the universe into three 'stages', each representing when the tone of the OCs changed.

The first is the the beginning stage! This one was created during when I was about 12 (I'm 15 now) because I needed a way to express emotions and what better way to do it then animals! This early stage took a lot of inspiration from series like Warrior Cats and Wings Of Fire, which is very noticeable in the first wave of OCs.

Many of these OCs were shallow figures without much thought behind them, and many have since been forgotten about. This stage has gotten slightly revamped overtime, fleshing out certain characters.

Overall this stage was the calmest, one made to pass the time without much thought to how it worked. There were some darker elements, but most of it was suitable to middle schoolers.

(I should also mention the first OCs in this wave Fallen, Goldie, Jay ad Rusty, were based off FNaF OCs. No plot relevance but something that I feel is vaguely important.)

The second stage (The Seas and Skies stage)

This stage was when I started experimenting with darker topics, such as child abandonment, child abuse, homelessness, death of a loved one, and trying to find out your place in life.

Some notable OCs from this time: Ocean, the pirate cat! They were the one I struck with some heavier topics, but mostly left alone. They are the captain of a pirate ship, and just in general a badass. May be non binary. Same case as Seahorse, listed below. Seahorse. Who I explicitly stated to have been abused as a child. First OC to have confirmation of this in front of my parents. Well. I also may have accidently wrote her to be trans coded? Like I didn't mean it but it also fits with her story. So yeah. mtf first mate. she's got a partner. Winter the ghost fox! I love him. I love him so much. He's just a funny ghost fox who lives with a circus. He died from falling off a cliff btw.

This stage was named due to the focus of the oceans and the circus, which included many winged animals, hence the name. There was a lot of escapism stuff, which looking back on it was me trying to find a happy place to escape too when my siblings came after me.

I have gone through and revamped many elements of this stage to comply with the main timeline, as well as adding more queer characters!

One thing I should mention before moving to stage three, is two OCs that belong somewhere between stages one and two. They were created during the first stage, but didn't get fleshed out until the second. Their names are Peppermint and Thistle and they are lesbians and that has always been their relationship since I made them. They basically adopt the kids in the circus that Raven can't take in, so they have a lot of children that stop by!

It was also at this point in time that I started drawing the characters more humanoid, when they had been fully animal before hand.

On to stage three (the King, the Lab, and the Child Soldiers)

This stage is so fucking dark! What was 13 year old me thinking! We've got experimentation, more child abuse and neglect, death, suicide, child soldiers, child death, fighting arenas, corrupt people in power, and quite a bit more on top of everything talked about in stage two! Take this as your fucking trigger warning!

This stage was developed based on a creepypasta OC I had made, and then turned into something so much bigger! We've got a kingdom being ruled over by a queen who is making prisoners who were experimented on fight each other to the death, most of whom were children. We've got Finn, the ball of trauma who ends up ruling the kingdom but only after he kills himself! We've got a hoard of dead kids, one of which can time travel, a bunch of ones that were street kids who were brutally murdered, and group that was fucking child soldiers?????? What the fuck was 13 year old me doing. What the fuck was I doing.

Anyways, this stage is where I ended up putting this OCverse out of main activity and started moving onto the CrossOCverse and the Minecraft OCverse, all of which were just as dark btw. If not more. Remember that the Starwoods forest was something I created with my parents knowledge. Admittlly they didn't know a bunch of details (like anything related to the queer characters because homophobic parents suck) but still.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed these rambles and hopefully I will be back with another ramble about either specific characters or another OCverse. Good bye and good night I am so tired and I apoigize for spelling mistakes.

oh wow this was all really interesting to read! personally i think it's cool and interesting to experiment with darker topics

the characters all sound interesting too!

[thyladyofathousand-n-onehobbies]

Hello! Just stopping by with a question about writing XD Do you have any characters who's role grew bigger than you expected? Any surprising changes your characters went through during the writing process?

Asimi + Ria in The Call of Gods

I always intended to have a traitor/spy join the group, after the group comes together as a kinda seventh ranger type who would then sell them out or reveal who they truly are, and that was it. But then, after about 5 name changes, Asimi just became this important character who plants herself into the group right from the begining, and because it's a group of chosen ones with one missing, assumes the identity of that missing chosen one and acting under a pseudonym, Poliu, then later stages her own kidnapping by her alter ego (because at some point she became a vigilante/mercenary working for the king?? I have no idea where it came from) and the theft of an important magic object. She reveals her identity when the heroes finally confront the king, and reveals her tragic backstory and why she's doing all this (the reason being her brother. he got caught by guards, and she's working for the king for his life/freedom). Then she betrays the king and officially rejoins team good guy (I haven't figured out the rest of the story yet from there)

Then with Ria, she started as one of the chosen ones and was going to be spunky and badass. Then I went down this rabbit hole of fanfiction and got really inspired, so now, she's the missing chosen one (the one Asimi pretends to be), because she straight up died, was brought back through human experimentation and magic (by the parents of another of the heroes, for the record), is turned into a water zombie (as in her entire body became solid water. because magic) missing half her memories and obediant to whatever authority is put in charge of her, found by the heroes, begins to regain some of her humanity and memories, is taken away in an encounter with the people who experimented on her, is found in that same encounter with the king that reveals Asimi, is healed with said important magic object from earlier when she comes in contact with it and officially joins the heroes.

Honestly, it kinda feels like my characters took the plot and ran with it, with me incapable of stopping them.

Thanks for the ask!

[marypsue]

I realise you haven't been enjoying season 4 very much, but i thought you might enjoy my newest ST related hobby, which is thinking about an AU where Bob survives season 2 and goes to Russia with Joyce and Murray to break Hopper out of jail. I personally think this is the funniest possible timeline and would have some incredible character dynamics/interactions.

If you were gonna change one plot point from ST, which do you think would have the best knock-on effect on later seasons?

Oh I'm absolutely going to be adding that scenario to the 7-11 taquito roller in my mind, thank you! Any AU where Bob survives is a good AU, and also I am dying thinking about how absolutely, incandescently confused Hopper would be about him turning up in the USSR like 'what, like it's hard'?

I love every single time people underestimate Bob Newby because he is kind and cheerful and goofy and intensely normcore and a lil fat and a bit of a scaredy cat, until the stakes become real and he immediately steps up and turns out to also be brave and inventive and kind of a badass, and leaves everyone who hadn't expected it from him and had only seen what they expected to see scratching their heads. It never fails to delight me. (I am still only at the end of s4 episode 4 so I don't actually know how they managed to resolve the whole Russia-rescue plot in canon, but now I am absolutely going to be finishing out my watch thinking the whole time about what would be the most ridiculous, absurd, infuriating, hilarious way to work Bob into it. Excellent watching-season-4-faceplant-itself-directly-into-a-wall-over-Cold-War-xenophobia coping strategy. Delightful.)

If I were going to change one plot point, in canon, with the intent that it would be a) something that could realistically happen canonically in a Netflix show between 2016-2023 and that its knock-on effects would be as well, and b) something that would have the most general positive effect on my opinion of the series...hm. That's a tough one. Because I can think really easily of thematic things that I would change, or characterisation things that I would change, but those would both require changing a lot of plot points. This is a much bigger challenge!

I am going to say that the plot point I would change...would be in season 3, where it turns out there are Russians in a secret basement under the mall. Dustin and Steve and Robin and Erica can keep chasing what they assume are Russian spies throughout most of the season, but something isn't quite adding up. They find their way into a secret sub-basement, and find the source of the Russian message Dustin intercepted - only to discover that it's all been a false flag operation, because the lab got shut down in disgrace after season 2 and Nancy and Murray's expose, and now they're having to study the Gate (and try to recreate it) in secret with plausible deniability of their government connections if they get caught. Things get considerably more complicated and less jingoistic, it's tied back into the theme of season 1, and there's like at least 25% less Murray Bauman.

(And then, even though season 4's plot isn't really all that affected by the events of season 3 beyond Literally The Last Episode, we have no boneheaded bullshit involving Russia in s4, and any sympathy that the boys might have tried to cultivate for the assholes at the lab who abducted children and raised them in captivity, being experimented on against their will, without human connection except that which was used to manipulate them in order to use them as weapons would be just patently absurd, so maybe they wouldn't fucking do that. And also maybe I wouldn't have to endure any more Murray-with-a-funny-Russian-accent cardboard cutout 'characters'. One must imagine a better world, or how else can it become?)

[thefearlessferret]

𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 ;; ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ʟᴜᴄᴋ, ᴅᴜᴍʙ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ

Bisexual ⋆ He/Him ⋆ Twenty-Five 

Occupation ;; Kim's Bitch Part-Time Detective

♫ Currently Playing ♫ ;; Left Hand Free by alt-j

☀ Cancer ☾ Aquarius ↑ Sagittarius

He was a professional at being a nobody. From the very beginning he was deemed a loser by society, not that he minded all that much. There was always at least one person who liked him and she was the only one who actually mattered: Kim Possible. Preschool had been boring until the infamous naptime when they met and the rest was history. After that, they did everything together, wherever Kim went it was sure that Ron wasn't far behind. Regardless of what other kids at school had to say he never let it get to him, being more concerned about what his best friend thought than anyone else. Middle school was where he would say his life got interesting and it was all because of the redhead. While she'd always been a badass, he didn't have the same skill set but used whatever he had to assist her.

That was the thing about Ron Stoppable, he would give everything to the people he cared about even if it wasn't all that much. He fumbled and bumbled around most of their missions but it always ended up working out. Somehow she even gave him a job working with her as a private detective, which worked out for him since his resume wasn't exactly stacked with experience. As it turns out, Ron was quite good at his job, talking to customers, problem-solving when something went wrong, and doing his best to make sure Kim gets to focus on what matters. He holds down the fort as best he can which includes making sure his best friend is safe too or at least that was the plan until the borders closed. It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. While off the Isle visiting his parent's new place on Echo Ron ended up getting trapped with no way to get back to Kim or the job he left with her. As much as he tried to stay in contact it was difficult, everything about their situation keeping them apart but now that they're open he's going to make sure it doesn't happen again. He doesn't know how exactly but that's never stopped him before.

His best friend (besides Kim) is his hairless mole rat Rufus. They go everywhere together, whether pets are allowed or not. His best Pal can almost always be found in one of his pockets, and he has been known to help out on a mission or two.

While most of the time Ron is a natural with animals there is one in particular that he's never gotten along with: birds. He's never understood why they hated him and never took to any of his usual tricks. Of course, what Ron doesn't realize is that it's actually his molerat that they are after.

He's had a crush on Kim for as long as he can remember but has never acted on it. Regardless of what he wanted, Ron couldn't imagine a girl like her ever going for a guy like him. That's why he'll happily be her best friend until the end of time.

Ron wants to be something bigger, to be a real hero. Maybe it's stupid but it's all he's ever wanted was to do something meaningful with his life. He knows he isn't the smartest but hopes he finds a way to do that somehow.

There is one thing he's wildly intelligent when it comes to and that is marijuana. Not only does he partake but he understands the science behind cannabinoids, different strains, and has even been known to grow his own greens before.

[monocytogenes]

Oh man, that reply I did yesterday got the wheels turning on this one--

It's principles for Isra. Her entire identity is tied up in her role as an honorable, patriotic warrior; she has a code of ethics that she takes pains not to break. She knows what it's like to be a noncombatant in war, as well as to be discriminated against, so she tries to rescue civilians and deal patiently and compassionately with low-ranking enlisted or wet-behind-the-ears officers. When Jedi fight fair, she'll meet them in kind, and dispatch them respectfully when she brings them low. She does carry out the time-honored Sith tradition of vengeance, but generally with a bigger-picture aim beyond her personal grievances--this is a woman who did a fair amount of murdering in KOTFE beneath the justification of "these assholes are complicit in the mass killing of thousands of my countrymen" layered atop her "I'm pissed the fuck off about them stealing five years from my life." Personal grudges are one thing; it's the greater costs that give her license in her own mind to go apeshit.

Her insistence on purporting herself in a principled manner is also something of a reaction to times in her life where she didn't have that luxury. Baras had her carrying out a whole lot of dirty work that didn't sit right with her but, in the interest of earning her lordship, she assented to anyway--cutting down enslaved people, taking out agents whose only crime was becoming inconvenient loose ends. After Baras decided she herself was a loose end that had to be snipped off, she fretted over whether she could have handled much of that differently, while knowing that doing so would've been playing a very dangerous game. She's determined never to become trapped at the beck and call of such a man again.

Pravin is...interesting as far as principles go. I think he's someone who is fundamentally a good person, and when he does bad or selfish things, it's generally out of anger or fear. He can talk a good story about wanting to take out the Star Cabal for the good of the galaxy--and mean it, really--but whereas for someone like Isra that'd be the bulk of her motivation, he's much more driven by personal grievance. When I ran him through the expansions, he made far more questionable choices than Isra did (including letting the sun reactor explode and accepting Valky's power) because he was intensely aware of his position as a badass normal in a sea of Force users and didn't want to die. He had one unarguably heroic, utterly selfless moment in his class story, which was the choice to not go along with Jadus' plan at the end of Chapter 1 (with full knowledge that he might be reduced to a stain on the floor for his trouble), but given everything that transpired after that...the man's got some damage now.

All that said, the instances where his conscience pings him are really compelling, because they're usually a result of his empathy overcoming his more negative impulses. There's a moment in ATTWSG where he makes a snap decision to talk down his terrified copilot and save his life because the man's PTSD-induced overreaction mirrors his own experience. Similarly, he has an opportunity to kill an unconscious Theron in the fic I'm working on--a pragmatic choice, given that he suspects Theron's SIS and the guy's seen his face...and he can't bring himself to do it, because it reminds him of a time he offed an injured teenage kid to maintain his cover, a choice that haunted him in retrospect. The ethical boundaries are there, they just shine strongest through the lens of personal encounters with people.

So yeah, I do think he's more loyal to people on the whole. It's that person-to-person stuff that affects him, and he certainly has folks in his life that he'd do damn near anything for, like his bestie Vector and Shara, the woman he's in love with. It's not that he doesn't care about doing right by a greater code or the greater galaxy, it's more that he thinks his heroism is well behind him, leaving a whole lot of poorly processed trauma and the precious comforts that come through interpersonal connection.

(He thinks it's behind him, but I reckon he's wrong.)

Is your OC more loyal to people, or to principles?

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Dance with me, Darlin’

Description; Beau Arlen x Reader - After a long case, Beau gets you to open up to him about what’s really been going on. 

Warning: Criminal Minds level Violence, mentions of death etc. 

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When you had first made it to Big Sky, it had been...a journey. Going from working as just a street cop in Ohio to heading back home to Virginia to work as a Homicide detective for a while, to then heading to work with the FBI in their Behavioural Analysis Unit for a while to just six months ago getting a call saying they had a more...calming job for you in Montana. Big Sky, to be more precise. 

But that was just the bigger journey of life. The car ride into Big Sky was also kinda hectic. 

You had hit multiple pieces of traffic along the way. You had dealt with at least two empty tanks - mostly because of the traffic. And then your car had finally broke down outside of a Private Investigator’s office. 

God, that felt like a life time ago. 

You, with annoyance clear in your aura, got out of the car. The door slammed a little too hard than you had wished it to behind you, but you couldn’t concentrate on that right now. 

At least your home that you were renting wasn’t that far. Maybe a 10 mintue walk?

“Screw you.”

“Is everything okay?”

You turned around to see a dark haired woman and a blonde one stood side by side, clearly just having come from the building in front of you. 

“Yeah.” The words came out as both relief and annoyance. “Just this stupid thing. I’ve got extra fuel in the back.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

You looked back to her from the trunk of your car. 

“I’m Cassie, by the way. This is Jenny.” You shook their hands.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

The cloud of annoyance had now grown sparse, slowly developing into plain tiredness as you flipped the cap off the fuel tank. 

“Yeah,” you sighed. “like I said; this stupid thing. Traffic all the way coming up here...it’s a freaking nightmare.”

“Where are you travelling from?” Jenny asked. 

“Uh...Virginia.” you answered. But it wouldn’t have really mattered what you had said since she was round the front of your car checking out your plates. 

To be honest, you couldn’t blame her. Some wild stranger breaks down in front of your building? You’d be curious and cautious, too. 

“I’m...uh...I’m meant to be starting a new job in-” you checked your watch. Oh, crap. “In a couple of hours.”

“Where are you starting?”

“Police department.” you answered, chucking the closed and empty fuel container back into the trunk and closing the top. 

“Oh, I’m deputy Sheriff.” Jenny answered. 

“Jenny...Hoyt.” you then looked up to the building sign. Dewell and Hoyt. “God, I-I should have made the connection. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” she smiled. “It’s been a long drive.”

“About four days.” you added. “I don’t fly. I know it’s easier but...I don’t like it.”

“You’re scared of flying?”

“Maybe a little.” 

Even the conversation about planes made you on edge. 

“Well, you’re lucky. Most things you’ll need are within driving distance.”

You smiled. “Great.”

“I’m just about to head to the station. You can follow me up. They’re doing something on the main road so you’ll have to take the back ones.”

“Okay.” you answered. “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Cassie smiled. “I’m sure we’ll see one another again, soon.”

“Probably.” you agreed. 

You’d heard a couple of stories about Jenny and Cassie in the last couple of months before you made the transfer. All good. Mostly badass. 

“You’ll get to meet our Sheriff but I have to warn you, he’s a chatty one.”

You smiled. “Kinda gathered.” You had been on the phone twice in total with Sheriff Beau Arlen. Both were pleasent experiences. He seemed liked a good man, and a good Sheriff. You explained all of this to Jenny and Cassie. 

By the time you had made it to the Police Department you had already fallen in love with Deputy Poppernak. He was a nice change from the seriously-stern-oak-tree-shoved-up-their-asses cops you’d dealt with in your time. Most of them believed they were Agents at the FBI and had the same power as judges in court. 

And it was nice to have a Sheriff who clearly understood his job but still managed to find the light in certain situations. 

Working with the BAU and as a cop had shown you how terrible some of them could be at their jobs. How they didn’t actually want the job or how they only took it so they could seem powerful compared to everyone else. 

It wasn’t long before you began to feel like you fitted in, in Big Sky. 

Whenever you had time, you’d go and hang out with Jenny and Cassie at the Boot Heel - Beau joining 80% of the time. Or you were with Denise in Dewell and Hoyt. She’d tell you all the gossip that was going on in town over a lasanga or tacos. And then, if you weren’t at home on your own, you’d be with Popp in the Police Department. He’d tell you all about his family and fishing whenever you both had to go through boring paperwork. 

But that wasn’t to say you’d all had your fair share of dangerous situation. 

There had been a couple of cases from three homicides to kidnappings. Your expertise in Behavioural Analysis came in handy on most cases. It gave the department an opportunity to see the crime from another point of view. One they hadn’t fully had before. 

But, in recent weeks one case had been getting to you. And that was something they all could see. 

From the moment the case came in, your blood had frozen over. It felt all too similar. All too familiar. And when Beau had to pull an old file - a file you had seen too many times to count - that was when the shift fully set in. 

Three girls dead. Three more taken in the space of a few weeks. And one of those three died in a ‘fire’ the night before. 

For weeks, you worked day and night with the rest of the team. At first, you did everything in your power to avoid the topic. To avoid the case. But you couldn’t. 

And that had all come to a head just a few hours ago. 

Finally! Freaking finally! He’d been outsmarted. Cornered. 

But you were the only one there. 

And you froze. 

All those years. All those nightmares. They all came down to this man. This sick, twisted, vile man. 

His voice just echoed in your ears, over and over as he moved around the empty room, going unnoticed. You didn’t know what to do, where to point your gun? As much as you had him trapped, he had you in just the same position. 

“Do they know?” he’d asked you. “Do they know that you think of me?”

Your blood was rushing faster, and faster, and faster. Until finally...Jenny rushed inside. He came out of hiding. And you shot. But not before he shot first. 

He couldn’t fully see where to point, but he got you anyway. Just a graze. But he still got you.

Jenny had stopped dead in her tracks looking between the body on the floor and you. She could see the look in your eyes. The same look she’d seen every time they discussed the case. Only, now it was more clear. 

It was a look of fear, panic and anger. 

“It’s over.” was all you said as she slowly took your gun from your hands which still had it pointing up - but you were slowly lowering it. And, eventually, you managed to make eye contact with her when she placed a hand on your shoulder, too. “It’s finally over.”

Jenny nodded. “It is.” before she looked to the door and saw Beau. He’d checked the man’s pulse. Gone. Forever. 

“Hoyt!” Popp called from behind them. 

“Is okay,” Beau reassured Jenny as he placed a hand on your other shoulder and arm. “I’ve got her.”

Jenny nodded before rushing to find Poppernak. 

“Come on, let’s find a medic.”

You hadn’t spoke a word after that. 

Beau led you outside to a medic, standing to the side a little so he could watch them patch you up. You’d live. It might hurt for a few days, but you’d be okay. 

And now, you sat in a booth at the Boot Heel. 

You would have probably been sat either in Dewell and Hoyt or at home, alone. But Beau had dragged you out to go with him, Jenny and Cassie to the bar. Clearly, this case was more than just a case. And he needed to know why. 

“Hey,” Beau knocked your leg with his foot gently under the table. You were sat with one leg and arm up on the back of the booth, your back leaning against the wall as you watched the others in the bar dance to the band. “Talk to me.”

You pulled yourself from your thoughts and looked at him, taking hold of the cold beer beside you. 

“What?”

“This case.” Beau stated. “Clearly it meant something to you. I tried to check your records with it and it’s all blacked out. And I want answers. I need answers.”

You sighed. You were going to have to tell them at some point. You had hoped you’d never have to speak of it again. You had a pscheval that cleared you. You had medical exams that cleared you. You were capable of working the case. You had worked the case. But that didn’t stop the reality of something this big hitting you. 

“It’s just me and you, Darlin’.” 

That was true. 

Cassie and Jenny were at the bar being chatted up by two guys. 

Beau let you take a moment. You shifted your bullet-grazed arm from the back of the booth chair and place your other leg on the ground before finding the courage - all while scratching the label from your beer bottle - to look at him. 

You took a deep breath and slowly began to explain. 

“It was back when I worked Homicide.” 

“Okay,”

“I was going from case to case. Most offenders left so much DNA behind we caught them soon enough. But then this once case came in. A young girl. 15. Missing. I didn’t worked missing person’s cases but it had made it’s way through to me. She’d been missing for a month an she matched a Jane Doe I had come across about a week earlier. No DNA. No evidence. No nothing. Until one of my deputies came through with a patern. It was our guy. Countless of women across the city. In my part of town, it had only been two women but across Virginia? Maybe 15? Anyway, the case went cold but I kept it open. But then I got the call to join the BAU. I took it but the case stayed with me and then one day...another girl came through. And another. And another. He was esculating. And we thought we had caught the guy - turns out it wasn’t him.”

“How’d you know?”

“I got a package in the mail the next morning.” you answered. It was like it was just yesterday. “A photo, a note and a piece of burnt flesh. Hers. He’d got another girl. We found her two days later. For months we worked on the case and each time we came close but he knew.” You gave a small laugh, an angle of your head and a scratch of the label again. “He always knew. Always just one step ahead of us.”

You paused for a short moment, trying to put your emotions on hold for the next few moments. But Beau just waited. 

“Anyway,” you could feel your nerves starting to get to you now. “The case had gone cold. Again. Until I got home after a case in Florida. Everything was normal. I thought I was safe.”

This wasn’t good. 

“Until I was stood in my kitchen and was taken from behind. We faught. I managed to grab a kitchen knife and stab him but he found my gun hidden under my kitchen island while I was away. Shot be twice before using my blood to write on the floor beside me. You’ll never catch me. I’ll always be with you. That’s what he wrote. I was in the hospital for a few weeks. But when I went back...it wasn’t the same. One of my teammates, Emily...she’d gone back to my house to try and scrub away the blood but it was like I could still see it. Like I could still see my blood around me and on me. Then, after a few months, I got the call from the Director about a slightly calmer job. They knew I wouldn’t stop working so maybe a calmer situation was best.” You looked back to Beau, a small smile on your face. “And then you called. And I took the job and...now we’re here.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You looked down for a moment and closed your eyes, shaking your head. “Don’t be. I had - well, the Director and I had one of the tech analyisists black out my file. Garcia - even she couldn’t get into it. The team knew most of what had happened to be but some things I wanted to keep to myself.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to go back.” you answered honestly. “I have enough flashbacks as it is. And my team back in Quantico...they all knew and I could see that look in their eyes. That look that was watching my every move, just waiting for me to explode or crumble. I love them, but I couldn’t take it. And I can’t take it from any of you, either.”

“Well...” Beau made sure you were looking at him. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here.”

You nodded with a weak smile on you face. “I know.”

A few minutes of silence passed between you two. Cassie and Jenny were still busy at the bar and the band was still playing. You were watching people dance on the wooden floors and, as Beau turned back to look at you, he got an idea. 

Shifting from his side of the booth, he finished his ceer and held his hand out.

“Come on.”

You looked to him with a small laugh. “What?”

“We’re dancing.” he told you. “Come on.”

“Beau...”

He held out his hand, that look in his eye. He wasn’t letting an opportunity like this pass. 

“Dance with me, Darlin’.”

You looked to the crowd with a small scoff - was he really asking you to dance? 

“But I don’t know how.”

He gave a small shrug and pout. “We’ll learn together.”

It took a moment, but you agreed and he took your hand, pulling you up and towards the dance floor. 

“Like this?” You placed your hand in his and your other on his arm.

Beau nodded, then placing his hand on your waist to pull you a little closer and you both, slightly awkwardly but still comfortable, danced. 

He spun you out before pulling you back in and before you knew it, the awkwardness was gone and replaced with smiling faces and laughter. 

Meanwhile, back at the bar Jenny handed Cassie a 10 dollar note. 

“What-?”

“Look.”

On the dance floor, yourself and Beau were now in a slightly slower dance. Close. Intimate. Or close to it, anyway. Either way, Jenny knew she’d lost. 

Cassie smiled widely. “Ah-ha. I knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, gloat all you like.” Jenny took a sip of her beer. 

“Before you know it, they’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde but on the good side of the law.”

Jenny pointed to Cassie as she swallowed her beer. “I am not betting you on that.”

“Ten bucks it’s in the next two years.”

Jenny grumbled. “Fine. But this time I am having Denise take note because I’m still sure I won the bet about those two becoming friends.”

“Hell no, I won that one.”

“Whatever you say.” Jenny answered before they both looked back to Beau and yourself. 

“They look happy, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Jenny smiled. “They do.”

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Slade

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS! ALSO, TW: RAPE MENTION! It’s literally unavoidable when discussing this guy!)

Teen Titans was one of the great DC action shows of the 2000s. It danced back across the line of silly and serious with its anime-esque art style, goofy J-Pop theme song, and humorous characters all juxtaposed with incredibly dark villains, serious stories tackling everything from racism to the dangers of pushing yourself to your limits, and some shockingly brutal deaths that, while not onscreen, don’t leave much to the imagination.

And what would this show be without a big bad? And there really is no bigger bad than Slade.

Comic fans would likely know this man as Deathstroke the Terminator, or perhaps simply Deathstroke, which is one of the single most over-the-top names ever created. In the comics, Slade’s main claims to fame are that time he groomed a teenager and also had sex with her and, even worse, the time he soloed the entire Justice League!!!! GASP! He’s had some cool appearances in places like the Arkham series and the Snyder Cut, but if there’s any appearance that has redeemed this cunning assassin in the eyes of many is his appearance as the master schemer supervillain who served as Robin’s most personal foe and the most reoccurring threat over the course of the series.

Motivation/Goals: This man has made it his life’s goal to fuck with these teenagers (but not in the same way comic Slade fucks with teenagers, thankfully). Season one has him trying to turn Robin into his evil apprentice, while season 2 has him working to dismantle the Titans from within before he dies. Season 4 has him working for Raven’s father to bring about the end of the world, but then he backstabs Trigon to get his life back. Slade seems to be a sadist who loves making these teenagers suffer for shits and giggles, because I genuinely see no other reason he’d go to such lengths to torment children when he time and time again shows he could give heroes like Green Arrow or Batman a run for their money.

Performance: Ron Perlman, the one and only Hellboy, has the perfect voice for an evil, underhanded villain, and he gives Slade just the right level of menace while still maintaining an air of mystery and coolness. I’ll elaborate more in the final paragraphs, but long story short: Perlman is to Slade what Hamill is to Joker.

Final Fate: While he is constantly thwarted and at one point dies by falling into lava courtesy of Terra (something I wish happened in the comics), all setbacks to Slade are ultimately temporary, and he ends the series no closer to being defeated than he was at the start of the show.

Best Episodes: Slade is no stranger to awesome appearances, getting at least one great episode every season.

Season one has the two part finale, “Apprentice,” which features him finally taking Robin under his wing. It’s incredibly climactic as the whole season has built up to this moment, helps solidify Robin’s arc in the season, and gives a badass final duel between Robin and Slade. It also features one of Slade’s cruelest and most brutal schemes, with the torture he inflicts upon the other Titans when Robin doesn’t comply.

Season 2 has the condensed retelling of the infamous Judas Contract arc with “Aftershock,” particularly the second part where Slade is unmistakably and unambiguously killed. The dude straight up falls into lava and dies.

But even being dead doesn’t stop Slade! Season 3’s “Haunted” is one of the most dark and brutal episodes of the series, with some of the creepiest writing coming from Slade. What’s even creepier is there’s never really any answers as to what causes the hallucinations Robin experiences throughout the episode; it’s implied someone activated Slade’s mask, but who? We’ll never know. Either way, leave it to Slade to give us what might be the show’s darkest episode.

Season 4’s “Birthmark” has Slade at his absolute creepiest, which is saying something considering the sexual assault vibes of “Haunted.” This is the episode where he assaults Raven in incredibly uncomfortable ways while delivering the news about her father. It’s horrendously disturbing in an allegorical sense, and serves to make Sade more monstrous than ever.

Season 5 doesn’t have any Slade, sadly. There’s a fake Slade in the final episode, but that’s it. Guess the Brain didn’t want his gay ass upstaged.

Final Thoughts & Score: Slade is genuinely one of the finest foes to come out of the great animated series of the 2000s, and arguably rivals Mark Hamill’s Joker with how good he is.

It mainly has to do with how utterly fucking disturbing his plans are in a symbolic level. Isolating teens like Robin and Terra from their friend groups, forcing them to depend on him, the undertones of grooming in his interactions with Terra, and both Robin and Raven suffering through experiences with Slade that could easily be read as allegories for sexual assault. Slade manages to be absolutely repugnant and unsettling, and mind you a lot of this comes before he is resurrected as a zombie demon slave. Of course, despite being disturbing as all Hell, he still manages to be cool. This is mainly due to Ron Perlman’s stellar performance, which is easily on the level of iconic voice acting that Hamill’s Joker is ; he adds so much menace to everything he says while (un)fortunately making Slade sound incredibly sexy.

I think what’s most impressive is just how much better than the comic version the animated Slade is. In the comics, Slade has been the bearer of one of the corniest monikers in all of comic history: Deathstroke the Terminator. And while it’s often shortened to simply “Deathstroke,” the name is still the sort of thing you’d find in the edgy Liefeldian crap the 90s shit out. Add on to this the guy is an uninspired mashup of Frank Castle and Steve Rogers in terms of origins, the fact that he is the subject of such obnoxious character shilling he soloed the Justice League in the already contentious Identity Crisis, and that writers continuously bend over backwards to justify him grooming with and having sex with an underage girl to the point where they actively put the blame on said girl, who for the record is a fucking teenager while Slade fought in goddamn Vietnam, and you have a character who is just remarkably unappealing and easily overshadowed by his Marvel ripoff (one Wade Wilson).

Contrast with the show Deathstroke. They ditch the edgy name, leaving him with his canonical first name only, which adds this air of intrigue and mystery to the guy. They keep the super soldier strength and reflexes, but they don’t expound on the origins and instead make him more akin to an expy of Doctor Doom, what with the robot duplicates, unseen face, seething hatred for the team leader protagonist, and the complicated chessmaster schemes. And best of all, they keep all the creepy, skeevy undertones comic Slade has… but they don’t try and justify it! Slade is always portrayed as a conniving, self-serving schemer and an inherently nightmarish figure who sucks up the comedy whenever he’s onscreen. This is the character done right, and he easily scores a 10/10.

[whchenlvr]

hey, can I request a joining the union fic where the boys are having a bad day and reader does something to cheer them up? Thank you!

joining the union pt 5 ;

weak hero union, badass gn!reader

donald na

you know donald has a lot of responsibilities, and you know how he likes to hide his feelings from everyone, including you. you knew that the age and experience difference got in the way sometimes, but that didn’t stop you from trying to be the best sibling figure you could be. when you noticed him acting a bit tenser than usual, your first instinct was to cheer him up. you knelt down in front of the desk he was sitting at so that your chin was propped up on the wood. “wanna do something?” you’d asked curiously, and donald didn’t have the heart to turn you down, so he would just grab his coat and smile. “sure. let’s go.”

jimmy bae

jimmy was mad. he felt underestimated and overlooked. it was frustrating, especially how highly he viewed himself and his skills. knowing this, it hurt you to see him get defeated by someone he’d previously viewed as weak. you understood the feeling, having lost to someone less experienced than you, and knew firsthand how awful it felt. so when jimmy grumbled and cursed and kicked items around, you said nothing to stop him. when he picked fights with random strangers on the street, you kept your mouth shut. you followed him around until it started getting dark, and that’s when you asked him to follow you now. you brought him to your favorite ramen shop: a place you’d go with your parents before they passed. you didn’t push him with questions, and instead, let jimmy tell you all about his frustration and questions of self-worth. “well, for what it’s worth,” you began after listening to his rant, “you’re the best person i know. and even if you lost today, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re the head of yoosun.” at the time it was true, at least, and jimmy really appreciated your words, even if he wouldn’t tell you.

wolf keum

you flinched at the sight of your teammate covered in fresh bandages that you knew weren’t just for aesthetic purposes. “what happened?” you asked, only to be met with silence. you know he only saw you as a kid, which frustrated you considering that you weren’t too far apart in age. being ignored left you irritated. “tell me.” and he actually laughed. “you talk like you’re six feet tall. you’re a kid. nothing.” you flinched at his words, and your reaction caused a sad look to flash across his features. it was awkward for a little while, after that, but you decided that you wouldn’t let his grumpiness get you down. “let me rephrase: you’re going to tell me what happened, and then we will get pastries. deal.” he would just sigh, but you caught the way his lips pulled into a smirk. “deal.”

jake ji

jake had been quiet all day, and you were starting to get concerned. it’s not that he didn’t have his off days, but this was unusual, even for him. you realized it was much bigger than you when you caught him looking at an old photograph of his family. unsure of how to approach the situation, you decided to go grab what always made you feel better: stickers. you grabbed your secret collection of stickers and went to find your brother. when you did, you shot him a beaming smile to try and improve his mood. “jake! i got you a present.” though he wants to be left alone, jake forced a smile and nodded. when you approached with your bundle of stickers, the variety consisted of glittery ones, smell-able ones, and even textured stickers! you excitedly explained your collection to jake, and he’d be lying if he said your eager manner didn’t brighten his mood just a bit.

[indulgnces]

The surviving ghost comment initially made Jenny's eyebrows furrow, until she pieced together that she had just called a ghost a surviving victim, which immediately caused her breath to catch in a gasp, eyes closing as an embarrassed laugh bubbled out of her. "Oh duh. So the little guy definitely did not make it out alive, clearly." She laughed again, pausing as she listened to the other's rambled ideas. Endeared, she jumped in as the idea of a never-ending pirate costume humored her. "-and he's not even a rogue, badass Pirates of the Caribbean pirate because he's still sad and gloomy over dying. Instead he's like the sad pirate equivalent of Jack Sparrow, quietly moping and brooding over his demise every Halloween!" Her fingers traced her mistake lightly, following the line-turned-scar down from it's start at her ghost's eye. "He's not cool enough to be cursed or be a second-film slasher, he was taken out in the first film. It's why he's so gloomy." She continued, finger drifting back up the scar as she thought it over. "The pirate idea might be too cool for him." Jenny wondered aloud, while also internally wondering if perhaps she was bringing the mood down with such a somber scenario. Why wouldn't she make her own creation cool enough for the cool idea she was given? She decided it's fate, she could deem it worthy enough of a silly little pirate costume idea, and yet.

But her worry wasn't as immense as it might have been, as she found herself more and more surprised by the conversation she was having with the artist, as her ramblings were reciprocated, her cut off notions given attention. That didn't happen often with strangers, so if she hesitated before answering, it wasn't intentional. "Cinephile." She thought about leaving it there for half a second before her mouth beat her to the punch. "Specifically, watching movies in theaters. Though there's nothing wrong with watching movies at home! That's fun too. But I don't know, there's something really magical about watching movies in the theaters. It's an experience. I have a membership." The sinkingly familiar feeling of embarrassment she always got at oversharing, though present, was nowhere near as prominent as she expected, especially since she had a feeling she was in likeminded company. "Are you? Or do you just know the word cinephile because you're super crazy smart as well as being crazy artistic?"

Speaking of the arts, Jenny's attention returned to her ghost as she thought over her answer. "Pottery's fun! Albeit, not really my thing." The scarred ghost spoke volumes. "Writing movies is closer, but I'm a bigger fan of assessing media than creating it. The performing arts is more my wheelhouse." Even though Jenny found enjoyment in her hobby, she shied away from being too specific, again feeling self-conscious at how much of herself she was revealing. To alleviate the feeling, she instead refocused on the relevant information she just learned about the other. "A bed and breakfast? Really? That's like, so cool! You run it on your own?" The thought sounded so very Adult with a capital 'a,' she was floored. Yet not enough to forget the other piece of information she skipped over that suddenly came to the forefront. "Wait. You only do this when you're stressed? Were you stressed today? Are you stressed now?" Any notion of being too invasive was ignored as her eyes assessed the other for any signs of stress she might have missed in all her flushed ramblings.

The artist's smile grew, exponentially so, when the other's imagination began to soar. A mix of the woman's enthusiasm to finding inspiration and the way her face had illuminated at her suggestion made the entire ordeal adorably special in Addie's eyes. "As a ghost, I don't think survivor is the word I would use" she jested, glossed lips curled up in a smirk "But I like how your brain works. Give him a whole backstory, maybe he did survive the slasher movie and got a pretty badass scar to prove it, only to be killed off at the very beginning of the second. Or, he survived the first movie only to become the slasher for the second installment, maybe it's a curse or whatever— and he finally gets killed off halfway through the third one where the real final girl finally breaks the curse, maybe it all happens over Halloween and he is constantly dressed as a pirate after getting the scar" she rambles back, enthusiastically so. A hint of rouge expanded through her neck as the brunette compliments her own creation, giving her a surprised look at the reference. "That's an obscure one, I like it. Are you really into sci-fi psychological horror, or just a cinephile in general?" she inquired, interest piqued.

Adelaide finished fiddling with her still fresh clay, giving her undivided attention to the other instead. "Well, are you liking it so far? Pottery, I mean. I know it can be polarizing— people don't like getting messy" she waved her messy hands as to prove a point, a chuckle escaping her. "I do pottery from time to time when I need to relive some stress, but I mostly stick to oil paint when it comes to making art. That and I own a little b&b" Addie confessed, readjusting herself on the seat. "And you? Do you do anything creative? I think you could write movies."

[prey-to-go]

Okay hear me out, imagine there being another re-size incident where Peter appears at the wrong size. However, instead of being too small, he ends up a little bigger than usual (not full-sized, just enough that he gives Tony a little hard time on the way down)

Cue Tony walking into a meeting with a very visible bulge poking through his shirt. No one asks why, or dares to.

Not even that one new brave intern whose very curious asks.

It's just one of those things.

At the most, Pepper just gives Tony a stink eye (a one-shot from the intern's pov would be hilarious, outsider povs are just my jam)

Ooooh absolutely! 

Pepper is completely over it, a bit annoyed that Tony didn't at the least hold back until after the meeting. Let's be honest, the demon's stomach ignores the insanely noisy as well, his stomach is stretched out after all. The tailored suit isn't helping anything and Peter constantly squirming around to get comfortable isn't doing any favors either. The teen is constantly apologizing and doing his best to be a good meal. 

And yessss outside views are great! The poor person is never sure what to feel. )))

Being hired by Stark Industries had been a dream come true, it would be for any Stem major or anyone really, it was a tech giant with great pay and a sweet opportunity to brag on social media. The big boss seemed pretty cool too. Even as an intern the pay was better than any other positions in the area. 

Having said that Sam was even more excited when they were pulled into a meeting that would have the demon himself. They were bouncing their leg in excitement trying not to look too out of place. Mrs. Potts was already there, smoothing her skirt as she stood at the front of the room, a holopad already set up. They had no idea what the charts meant yet, but they were sure it would be understandable to the employees in the room who had dealt with the subject. They were just supposed to take notes about that matter, not too difficult, just a tad boring.  

"Thank you all for coming, I know this meeting is important for each of your departments and lab levels. We will start as soon as Dr.Stark joins us." Mrs. Potts was so cool; she was so calm and collected. Admittedly Sam had always looked up to the woman, who wouldn't? She was badass, constantly fighting supervillains and taking care of a company!  They perk up when the door opens, immediately turning to see who slipped in. They half expected it to be another employee, maybe someone from a higher lab than them, they weren’t expecting to see Dr. Stark, well they were just not...exactly in the way he...looked. 

Everyone stayed silent as the demon strode inside, nothing unusual about that, Sam had seen the saunter all the time on T.V. but there was the elephant in the room that no one dared to speak up, having said that she couldn't stop looking at the demon's middle.  

"Dr.Stark..how nice of you to join us." Pepper's tone was tired and tight, an obvious air of annoyance in her tone. Dr.Stark smiles sheepishly, a hand over his gut, which was very much full of someone. A loud gurgle made Sam's mind reel. "I just had a few things to take care of Mrs. Potts, my apologies." The demon lets a soft sigh out as he lowers himself into his chair, his stomach squirming slightly.  

Sam's cheeks flush when they realize they're staring. They're seen pred who had full stomach before just..seeing such a suave relaxed man being stuffed full? That was something so... odd. They're embarrassment only growls when they manage to make out a soft whispered "Easy kiddo, just a few hours of this." Whoever the demon had eaten was obviously important, not only by the tone of his voice but by the way he had a clawed hand resting almost protectively on his squirmy middle. 

Was it comfortable in there? How safe did the prey feel- was this an experience that happened often? Their look finally turns to Mrs. Potts, seeing an annoyed almost..stink eye to the demon. Another loud gurgle almost echos through the room, Sam's shoulders tensing up.  

This was not what they expected when they were hired. "Well..I believe I've kept everyone long enough, let's begin." Dr.Stark breaks the silence and just like that everyone moved on from the demon's prey to the actual reason they had a meeting.  

Sam couldn't focus on the actual meeting, it was impossible when the demon's middle squirmed and would let out long whining growls, gurgled, and general stomach noises. It also didn't help that the demon would rub at his prey occasionally, which caused more movement or an extremely muffled squeak.  

They were almost thankful when the meeting let out, immediately finding their lab leader after Dr.Stark stood slowly, hand supporting the prey as he walked out of the room. "Hey ah- um hi...Mrs. Olsen, question does..is that a common thing?" They manage to stutter out, clutching their clip board to their chest. "Not at that size no, Dr.Stark is generally ah..less obvious about his meals." Mrs. Olsen explains as they start back to their lab.  

"Really flustered you huh? You're like a firetruck newbie." She teases, nudging them lightly, which of course only makes them flush more. "Well- but I just..I didn't expect it! I have so many questions, like who was the prey? That can't be too comfortable!" they squeak, picking at the skin around their fingers as they both walk.  

"No one really knows the kid's name but he's a constant so ah..don't punt him. Stark is very protective of him. it's like a mother bear, kinda funny." Mrs. Olson says with a shrug, beeping her id against the check-in, Sam following in suit. "Wait, the kid actually walks around?" They ask as they look around cautiously. "Well to get to the elevator yeah, there's a little walkway for Prey to go employees, Jarvis yells at you if you step on the walkway."  

huh...they hadn't realized that at all. "Do a lot of people here um..order prey?" They did see a lot of non-human employees here, some with fangs or ah..more extreme features.  

"I think so? I don't know, I don't really get involved with the whole orders thing. Either way just don't think about it too much, it's just a thing that happens." 

Right...a thing that happened. Sam takes a shaky breath in and turns to their notes, swallowing thickly and turning the page when they realized they hadn't taken any notes just a loosely sketched drawing. Okay whatever time for work. 

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aggafshfdsgfhdfh wait. various magical girl transformations for my chaotic ass shitlord ocs

rex: he spins around and gets sparkly and then at the end of it just shoots you in the face because you were distracted by the lightshow. get fucked. hesitation is death loser

felyx: has a proper magical girl transformation and everything, shows up in a cute little purple dress with flowy sleeves, except at the end of the lightshow he just fucking disappears in a puff of smoke. so does your wallet

azkaileh/ayleh: magical-girl-transforms from big badass lady to bigger badasser lady. she gets a cool spear for her trouble but she doesn't use it because she can already shoot fire from her hands and punch you through walls without it and that's more fun

taz: magical girl transformation does nothing but fluff his hair up, unless he's in dragon form, at which point he immediately starts glowing. he gets more of a super saiyan transformation than anything else except he doesn't go blond. he used to transform cool armor out but he thought it was uncomfortable and petitioned the board of magical girl transformations until they'd let him stop

adder: are you prepared to be lit on fire and/or frozen to death? he hasn't done the magical girl thing since he was like 18, joined a pirate ship, moved to a different country, transed his gender and learned that there were more effective threats. now he will just put a hand on your shoulder if you're getting heated with him and smile and let you know you're fu-hucked if you want to keep on in this vein, but if you'll cut it out we can all be friends so why don't you sit the fuck down? but his magical girl transformation gives him a giant fucking sword and a cape that changes color every time you look at it

silas: she's already time-unlocked so frankly the magical girl thing is not that scary in comparison. she also doesn't use it often but it gives her a strength buff so it makes it easier for her to lug her plant experiments around. she also gets a giant sword and a cape that changes color every time you look at it but she doesn't wear those around while moving science from place to place, obviously, she just takes them off and leaves them somewhere safe. she's petitioned the board a couple times for it to be switched into a pen or something she can use for scientific purposes but they're not going to bend on the protector/fighter focus of the transformation so she just has to deal with that

velan: i cant say "fuckoff big clipboard" but i am sorely tempted to. if she were a mage she would use it to automate her fucking paperwork. she was the closerverse version of spec ops, she would be personally offended by the lightshow thing..... maybe she gets like shadowstep and shadow blades. i think that'd fit her personality. there's a big lightshow but she vanishes out of it literally the second it starts going and while you're watching she cuts your spine out of your torso. or something. but for the most part these days she doesn't use it and complains about how she can't use it to do import forms and taxes with

nadiya: FUCKOFF BIG SPEAR nadiya is already a spear person but her magical girl transformation is like "big spear. on fire. magic fire. stabs you and you burn green. get rekt" (additional post-story leveled-up diyel variant: still a giant spear but now it's a little more like a javelin. he can throw it off taz and hit people with it with uncanny video-game-tracker-style accuracy on account of how its a magic weapon. it explodes. no one wants to deal with him)

redshift: its just his takeoff/launch sequence. it is hot pink and full of sparkles. the sparkles are highly toxic and very hot ofc but they sure are pretty. but this has always been how i imagined him turning into a live sparkly triangle LMAO

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW with Chuck Grant

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Charles Grant is a walking example of “acts like a badass, is actually a softie” bc BOY, IS HE HARD (lol) TO GET A READ ON. 

When you first start fucking, he doesn’t really have the instinct to stick around after and soak up the afterglow- mostly bc that’s not the dynamic that any of his previous relationships operated under, but also bc he’s like Lieb and doesn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable and potentially having you reject him. He only confidently leaves the first time, and then he judges whether to stay or not on how you look at him as he makes to get dressed after the second time you boink. If you want your space, he’ll go and be back the next day as long as you let him, but if you look even a little bit offended or hurt, he’s getting his ass back in that bed and doing whatever he can to get that sad look out of your eyes.

When he does stay, he’s down to give you whatever he can manage. 

He’s all for slowly kissing you while trailing his fingertips up and down your side, but if you just want to sleep beside him he is more than cool with it (he’ll probably still pet you a lil bit after you fall asleep bc he’s soft for you but shh shh shh don’t tell anyone). The only thing he isn’t very good at doing is pillow talk, especially right after sex. He’s too worried about saying the wrong thing and fucking up what he’s managed to establish with you. 

It isn’t until after he’s shot that he realizes how nice it feels to have someone else take care of him, and when you do so after sex it solidifies the fact that you don’t see him as a burden- you want him and you want to stay. Thank god, too. He doesn’t think he could recover without you (again, not that he’d ever tell you that)

 B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Your AhhhhhhHSSSSssssSSSSSs!!!!!!

Oh wow, look at you- owner of the cutest butt he’s ever seen. Can he put his hands on it? Can he squeeze it? Please please puh-lease can you let him watch it jiggle as he fucks you? If you’ve answered yes to any of these questions, then you’ve made each and every single one of his dreams come true. 

He doesn’t discriminate in his love for butts- he’s an equal-opportunity appreciator of the Majesty of the Female Ass™. If it changes size throughout your relationship, he’ll love it even more. Absolutely shameless.

On himself? He likes his legs- especially his thighs. 

He likes how strong they are, despite how much he hates Sobel for getting them to their current strength re: Currahee. But he gets over it quickly bc oh wow is he happy with their endurance while trying to keep up with you, both sexually and otherwise. The day he realized you could ride yourself to orgasm on them was the day he died and went to heaven and was sent back to sin again.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

 He likes cumming on your pubic mound and then watching it slide down your pussy, thank you very much. If you guys are trying for kids or in a position where you don’t have to worry about not having kids, he’ll cum inside of you happily but oh wow he likes watching it slide down your lower lips. BONUS POINTS if he gets to catch it on his thumb and either stick it in your mouth OR circle your clit with it in order to get you off one more time.

Also, you asking him where he wants to cum on you gets him hot under the proverbial collar. 

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He’d do literally anything for you if you’d let him put his finger in your ass. He will genuinely kill an individual of your choice if you let him put his cock there instead. What a perv (jk it takes a lot of vulnerability for some people to convey their wants and desires to their partners plz remember that this has been a PSA).

The one thing he’ll never actually tell you about... EVER is that for a little while after meeting you for the first time in Georgia, he started hooking up with a girl who he didn’t realize (until much later) bore a striking resemblance to you. He’d had to end the relationship when he straight-up called out your name when he came (he was a lil drunk, just tipsy enough to slip up) and full-on booked it out of there bc not only had he pissed the girl off, but his shout had woken up her family- namely her very angry father- and barely escaped with his life.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

 He’s had two lovers before you, but one of them was really experienced and patient and bless that woman. All he really has to do is learn what you like and he’ll commit it to memory. 

And you better be damn sure that he’ll use that knowledge against you/for his benefit. 

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Doggy style for all the reasons mentioned before. Or reverse cowgirl. Or normal cowgirl. His hands + your butt= dream combo.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 He can be goofy, but more than anything else he likes it when you’re goofy. Chuck can get a little too in his own head at times, which can lead to frustration/self-doubt- ESPECIALLY while recovering from his brain injury. You reminding him that sex is meant to be fun does him a huge favor, bc poor lamb will forget that every so often.

So please, nibble at his earlobe in that way that tickles him. Make a quip at the expense of one of your friends. Mock the silly sound of the moan you just let slip out.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 He’s not going to groom unless you tell him to, but he also doesn’t feel like you need to groom for him, either. Chuck’s not afraid to admit how much his personal hygiene has improved since meeting you. 

I can promise you that if you’re heavily invested in skin/hair care, he’ll probably be just as into building his own routine. 

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 You always have Chuck’s full and undivided attention during sex, but he won’t necessarily show it unless he gets the guy feeling/you tell him that you want him to be. He’s going to whisper sexy things into your ear, call you a good girl (if not his good girl), and do everything in his power (at the time, at least (he can get a little distracted if you’re doing something particularly sexy)) to make sure you feel just how appreciated you are. He gets more and more confident in his PDA as your relationship progresses, but when it’s just you two? You’ll never meet a bigger sweetheart.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 Ok, so I’m deciding for you that mutual masturbation is a thing that you’re both into, m’kay? 

I'm also making the executive decision that you really enjoy watching him get himself off. You walked in on him one time, before you’d had sex, and were so stunned that you just watched in rapt attention until awkwardly backing out of the room and slamming the door shut. He’d nearly cum right then and there, and it got you extremely aroused. 

The next time you see each other, at some Georgia bar while on a pass, you offhandedly mention that you wish you hadn’t left and FROM THAT DAY ON he always lets you know when he’s feeling the urge and how you’re more than welcome to watch.

And when you do? It’s always a much shorter experience than he intends bc wow how hot are you?

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Frottage! Dry Humping! Grinding!

Allow me to explain:

In the months following D-Day, it was quickly understood that being on the frontlines meant having traditional forms of sex were no longer on the table (hehe) for you two. You’d experimented with rucking your trousers down your thighs, his thighs, both of your thighs, and each time it was a disaster (with one of the worst times ending up falling onto Tab after he’d inadvertently opened a door that Chuck had been fucking you against. Chuck had nearly thrown fists when Tab refused to look aware from your bare ass.)

So yall started grinding- quickly finding out that the bunches of fabric separating your bodies not only led to new forms of stimulation, but it also meant that you both started to utilize dirty talk. There’s something about your trembling lips at his ear, your warm whispers of ‘so good’ and ‘is this really all you need, Chuck? Me, writhing on you like this? What does that say about you, you desperate boy??’

Boy’s bought a one-way ticket to Boner City, USA.

PLUS! What a way to keep warm during Bastogne? Everyone is so jealous that they don’t have a super foxy megahot babe like you to grind upon.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Hmm…..is saying anywhere a cop-out? Because he’s down for anywhere, he’ll follow your lead and rise to the occasion. Such a perv i s2g.

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 ♫ YOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!!! ♫

You have this one eyebrow quirk you do when you’re in the mood, and it just so happens to be similar to the brow raise you give someone trying to outsmart you (which is another turn on for him- you putting some overly-confident sonofabitch back in their place after allowing them to mansplain at you for a little bit. First boner he ever got (since meeting you, obviously) came after witnessing you telling Joe Liebgott to stfu in cutting German after he’d made some off-color comment about your ass.) 

So, more often than not, he'll get a little turned on when you argue with people. Maybe even when you argue with him- who knows? not me. (i totally do, and he totally is)

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Any sort of pain play, on either of you. 

After being in genuine agony for so long while recovering from all of the surgeries, the idea of seeking any more pain out just doesn’t make sense. Chuck also doesn’t want to see you in pain- even if you’re asking him to make you feel it. You’d both suffered through the pain of hunger, frostbite, insect bites, sunburn, and just war in general (all of which had emotionally taken a toll on him bc he felt completely helpless and hated that he couldn’t do anything to take your hurt away). 

Sex and pain just doesn’t go together for him. Sorry not sorry 

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He loves having you go down on him, adores the way your eyes look up at him as if you’re challenging him to withstand your beautiful ministrations. 

He also is a big fan of going down on you, but PLEASE PLEASE PUH-LEASE ride his face. Good lord. 

He’s a sucker (teehee) for it- something about you using him like it’s all you keep him around for gets him hot. You also get this certain snarl on your lips when you are getting close that makes him lose his goddamn mind bc WOW YOU ARE SO ATTRACTIVE and HOLY SHIT YOU CHOSE HIM OF ALL PEOPLE? WOWOWOW.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 He’ll follow your lead/body language in terms of pace. Most sex sessions shift between both slow and deep as well as fast and hard anyway, so he is a fan of both. 

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 A necessary evil, as far as Chuck is concerned. He’ll do them, and he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy the spontaneity of them, but he would prefer not to be rushed when he’s with you.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 He was riskier until that one time Tab caught you guys, after which he chilled out. Which you are thankful for, bc you’ve spoken with Lieb’s wife and BOY have those two gotten into some embarrassing situations bc of how risky that kid is. 

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 The longest he's gone is 4 rounds (it was celebratory sex on VE day, with both of you in the best shape you'd ever been in and too high on relief to listen to your bodies. Ya'll were sore and dehydrated afterward but LORD was it worth it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 He’d be very open to the idea of toys! On you, he’s automatically cool with it, but it does take him a little bit to get his head around the idea of using toys himself. Again, 40s/50s= somewhat repressed discussion about deviations from the traditional male sexuality- but Chuck is more willing and ready to challenge the societal norms than most. Very sexy of him.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 He always intends to tease you, but more often than not he gets so turned on that he can’t follow that intention through. You are aware of this and ABSOLUTELY weaponize this knowledge. Get it, fam. 

During day-to-day conversation, however, you both tease each other constantly. It’s been like that since you’ve met each other- always making innuendos and one-upping the other and for some reason that never even went away.

When Chuck woke up and the doctors brought you in to see him, the first thing he told you was that you looked terrible. When you’d replied with a sniff, a smile and a “guess the doc’s were full of shit when they said there was no change in your vision, huh?”- Chuck had smiled so hard it hurt.

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 He’s a choked moan kind of guy. His face gets all scrunched up and his body shakes and he curses quietly under his breath (it’s vv cute and hot, FYI). he doesn’t even try and be quiet on purpose, he just seems to lose the ability to be vocal, tbh. If he’s drinking or if it’s been a hot minute since yall have gotten to do the do, he’ll probably be a bit louder. Like, maybe one loud cry of your name (see: the letter D)

It doesn’t bother him if you make sounds at all, just so you know. If anything, he likes that he’s a quiet cummer bc then he can hear any and all of your sounds.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 biting your ass while eating you out from behind is *bang* *bang* *bang* *click* *cash register noise*.

Especially if you squeal and smack at him after he does it.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average in all respects but OH MAN does he know how to work it to his advantage. Get ready for a wild ride, my dude. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Higher post-war, tbh. Chuck had had to be on bed rest for so long that he thought he may never get the chance to have sex again, so he totally makes a point to indulge in you every chance that he can get (but he’s cool if you say no, too).

But, as I mentioned in ‘risk’, he’s not going to be humping your leg in public or anything (ok but imagine if you were a dom to his sub and you made him do that holy fuck)

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 He does not sleep very well, poor bb. He will be asleep but his mind will be working through all kinds of things ranging from PTSD to what shoes he wanted to wear to dinner with your parents that weekend. Good thing there’s a remedy to this ailment- your pussy sex with you!

While he can’t konk out immediately, he is able to relax. He will allow himself to get lost in the rhythm of your breathing, the weight of your hand on his arm or your arm wrapped around his middle. He will sometimes nuzzle into you as you’re drifting off to sleep, and when you press a kiss to his forehead he finally feels safe.

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