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to-be-a-dreamer · 3 years ago

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Alrighty so I finished all the fic titles that people sent asks about (I might go ahead and talk about the last two just cause they're also very fun) so now I have an excuse to talk about tattoo artist Charlie from the "Against Fate's Design" one! I don't know why that's the part of this AU that I decided to fixate on, but it is and y'all just have to deal with it. (Plus a little bit about the actual main characters and the general plotline, just cause I’m so nice like that <3)

First thing's first, I changed it so Charlie doesn't own the tattoo parlor, he just works there. I would love it for him to be the owner, but after a bit of research, I don't think it's very likely that he would have his own shop at his age. (I don't know how old he is, he's just young)

Charlie has loved drawing since he was a little kid and kept up the hobby all throughout middle and high school. He never really considered turning it into a career, but eventually decided to major in studio arts after one semester of majoring in English and hating it. (He loves reading and writing but he prefers to leave that as a hobby)

He and Jack went to the same college and had a lot of classes together. Charlie wasn't quite sure what he was going to end up doing, so he tried a bunch of different art mediums while Jack focused on painting.

Once he got his degree, he still wasn't completely sure what he wanted to do, but he had a good portfolio and he'd purposely taken a lot of different classes, so he had basic experience in most major art mediums. (I know very little about being a professional artist so if anything is inaccurate, blame Google for lying to me)

He sent his portfolio off to a lot of different places and ends up with an apprenticeship in a tattoo parlor. (I kinda want to write Charlie's backstory so I'll leave it at that for now) It's not at all what he thought he'd be doing with his life, but within a few months, he can't imagine doing anything else.

His first few tattoos are small, just little symbols and flowers and such in easy-to-cover places that aren't perfect, but the clients seem happy with them. His mentor claims he wouldn't have been able to tell they were done by an apprentice if he didn't already know.

I have no idea who Charlie's mentor is. Maybe Denton? That could be fun, but I don't really see Denton as a tattoo artist so I'm not sure. Pffft, what if it's Mr. Jacobi? That's kinda funny, we'll go with that for now, might change it later, idk

Anyways, the parlor Charlie works at does both tattoos and piercings. We'll say there are four tattoo artists and one piercer. (They all basically just shared the job of receptionist until Race was hired) It's a small town, but they have a good reputation and get clients from all over the county.

They do a combination of walk-in and custom tattoos. Since Charlie's the newest, he mostly ends up doing walk-ins, but he's starting to work on customs, which he finds really exciting. He's the least busy out of the four artists, so he also gets to do some pre-drawn designs for walk-ins, and a lot of the tattoos he does are still his own original work.

The parlor itself looks a bit run-down on the outside, but the interior is very clean, bright, and welcoming. The walls are painted light blue and they're absolutely covered with concept designs and pictures of finished tattoos. They all have colored frames and there are other fun decorations, so it's very bright and colorful. A lot of parents bring kids there to get their ears pierced, so any scary or NSFW designs are kept in the back and only shown to clients who ask. (it's also just a courtesy to their other clients who might not want to see that kind of stuff) All of their stations are in the same room, but they can close curtains around them if the client or the artist wants privacy. Jacobi has a zero-tolerance policy for tattoos containing hate speech of any kind, and the artists are allowed to refuse to do any tattoo that makes them uncomfortable, even if it seems silly. There's usually at least one artist in the shop that can do what the client wants, so it's never been a huge problem.

Charlie does a lot of different design styles, but he especially loves flowers, animals, and geometric patterns. He also likes doing color tattoos or anything that allows him to have creative freedom. When he has the opportunity to try a different art style or a different technique, he takes it without question.

As for his own tattoos, I think he probably got a couple of small ones in college, and then some bigger ones over the past few years working in the tattoo parlor. He and Jack got their first tattoos together in a really stereotypical "nineteen-year-olds living on their own for the first time and getting matching tattoos" kind of way. They probably got something basic on their ankles, like Jack got a sun and Charlie got a moon. A few years later, Charlie got a Harry Potter lightning bolt on his wrist but eventually got it covered up with a watercolor pride design. His last college tattoo is the lyric "celebrate yourself triumphantly" from Kinky Boots which he has in pretty cursive along his left collarbone. (that one hurt the most, but he kind of likes that, it's almost... fitting)

His first tattoo out of college was technically the lightning bolt cover-up, but besides that, he designed this really cool geometric flower design that went on the back of his calf. It's colored as well, and it was one of his first designs that got turned into an actual tattoo. If he were to try the same design at the time of the story, it would probably be a lot better, but he doesn't have any plans to try and "fix" it.

Charlie has spina bafidia, a congenital disorder that means he was born with a gap in his backbone that left a section of his spinal cord exposed. He can walk pretty well with just crutches, but he sometimes wears leg braces for extra support and occasionally uses a wheelchair. He's had a couple of surgeries to treat it and he definitely has some kind of tattoo around the surgery scars. Maybe it's like a tree or a flowering vine? Something like that I think. He doesn't cover it up, he incorporates the scar tissue into the tattoo itself and turns it into a work of art.

Finally, he has two cats, a calico named Elle and a tuxedo named Snoopy. He has tattoos of each of them on either shoulder blade. They're kind of cartoonish, but still really pretty. Elle is playing with a blue butterfly and Snoopy is crouched down looking at a little yellow flower (imagine those yellow dandelions that grow up between the cracks in sidewalks with tufts of grass)

At the time that the story takes place, he's working with Jacobi to design a half-sleeve for his forearm, which will be his biggest tattoo yet. It's going to be an outline of a bunch of flowers and butterflies because he has a part-time job at a daycare and wants to let the little kids color it in with markers. They already draw on him as it is, cause they think his real tattoos are cool, and some of the kids want to be like him and "be a tattoo artist".

He originally started working at the daycare because an apprenticeship doesn't actually make him any money, but he just couldn't bear to quit, even when he started making enough money from tattooing. He only works weekends, but the kids all know him and he enjoys it a lot. If for whatever reason, the tattoo artist thing doesn't end up working out, his backup plan is to go back to school for an elementary education degree.

He and Jack kept in touch a lot after college, especially since Charlie's work is pretty close to the city, so Jack makes the 1-hour drive pretty often. When Race gets hurt, he isn't able to come in person as much, but he talks to Charlie on the phone nearly every day. He doesn't ask about the job for Race, Charlie just hates to see his friend so upset and stressed all the time. He knows Jacobi was thinking about hiring a receptionist anyways, and when he explains the situation, his boss is more than willing to help out.

It's very obvious that Race is struggling with his whole situation and Charlie does his best to help the kid out without being suffocating. He knows what it's like to be coddled and underestimated, so he's comfortable with letting Race be more independent than the rest of his family and friends do. That also means that when Charlie tells Race he's pushing himself too far, Race is way more likely to actually listen without a fight.

The two of them make fast friends and he's probably the main reason Race isn't completely miserable at the tattoo parlor. Charlie doubts that Race will ever be an actual tattoo artist. Maybe he could do some small, simple designs, but he doesn't have the passion or the drive that you need in order to be a tattoo artist as a career. Unless he has a big attitude change, he'll most likely stay as a receptionist, but Charlie is still teaching him a bit about design and the basics and such. If nothing else, it's probably good for him to know how to talk with clients about the procedures.

He's spoken to Spot a bit, but Spot always comes super early in the morning and Charlie tends to stay late at night, so they usually miss each other. It's a pretty small town, so they know each other in the same way that everyone knows each other, but they're not much more than friendly acquaintances at the beginning of the story. (When Race starts working at the parlor tho... Charlie suddenly starts seeing a lot more of the handsome florist from next door... It's probably nothing.)

In the actual story, Charlie isn't technically a main character. In television series terms, he's probably going to be a reoccurring character. I think the story would switch between Spot and Race's POVs like Sorry, Wrong Number, so we would mostly see him through Race's perspective. Race has met Charlie a few times, but with his dancing career, they just never had the time to properly become friends. Race likes him, but he just knows that Charlie is gonna spy on him for Jack, so he's reluctant to fully open up to him at first.

Charlie is not spying on him for Jack, the most he does is promise Jack that he won't let Race push himself too far. Once Race figures that out, he and Charlie get along great. Charlie is kind and comforting but also sarcastic and funny in a way that compliments Race's own sense of humor really well.

I'm not gonna lie, I don't have a very detailed plot outline, so I don't really know exactly how their relationship progresses, but they end up being good friends by the end and Race is really appreciative of everything Charlie does for him.

I have put way more thought into him than is necessary and you would probably never learn half of this in the actual story, but my brain decided to develop this character first out of all characters, so here we are.

Tag List: @races-stupid-cigar

#oh i love him so much #this was absolutely not the point of this au #but my brain said 'tattoo artist charlie'#and absolutely ran away with it #against fate's design au #crutchie morris #charlie morris #newsies #newsies live #livesies #newsies fanfiction #saf writes

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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olivia200312 · 4 years ago

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Stressed Leader~ RID2015! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon) (1/2)

Plot: Optimus arrives back at the base after a big fire rescue mission. He's stressed out due to a lot of work that Y/N decided to relax him~ ;)

This is a lemon! Believe it or not, I came across LITERALLY an NSFW comic of Charbee (Bee x Charlie) of YoukaiYume. I'm not lying! If you want to see the small comic, go to Twitter and look for YoukaiYume. I'm following her since she's an amazing artist! Now, I'm not gonna show the comic since I might get complaints so go to Twitter. After I saw it, I got an inspiration (I'm 17, so keep that in mind). I will change the one-shot here a tiny bit. Enjoy!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today was a stressful day for Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. He apparently got a report that there was a big fire very close to the scrapyard! Optimus got PANICKED. Like, really panicked! His wife, Y/N Prime, was at the scrapyard together with Russel and Denzel! Russel is a small boy while his dad is Denzel. They're good friends with the bots and Y/N.

Y/N was a young beautiful woman that was married to a mighty handsome leader. They've been together for YEARS! They met each other in Jasper Nevada. The team was known as Team Prime at the time. Very good old times... sometimes sad, depressing, and anger. But mostly were good! The leader and the human fell in love with each other immediately. It was like love at first sight. Romantic, right?

Now, Optimus doesn't know yet that Y/N, Denzel, and Russel were brought to safety in time. Denzel decided to keep an eye on the bots and wait for their return to tell the news. Russel is a very deep sleep in a bedroom while Y/N took a shower and washed her body. Her hair was 100% fine, so no worries. She wore a loose F/C shirt and... sexy lace panties from Victoria's Secret. The panties were dark blue and red, matching Optimus' colors of his plates (or armor). She decided to wear like why not? But also to secretly tease her husband...

You may be wondering where they all were now during this whole fire incident? They're at the secret base. No, not from TFP but the base was also kinda like a big massive house! It had to be big because the bots can turn small. Correction: they're close to normal human's height. But they're a tiny bit taller. Surprise, right? But there was also a garage so they can easily get in. A military garage. Y/N and Optimus shared a big bedroom. It also meant that their bed was big too! Y/N was right now sleeping on it, covers not over her.

Optimus transformed along with Bumblebee and his team. He turned towards them. "You all did a good job, today. The Rescue Bots will take care of the problem."

"So, that's all for today?" Sideswipe asked.

"Yes, that's all for today," Bumblebee answered his teammate.

Optimus was about to respond until Denzel opened the door fast with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. "You guys are alright!"

"Are you all alright? Where's Y/N?" Optimus asked worriedly.

"We all are alright. Your wife is sleeping," Denzel said with a smile.

Optimus nodded. He calmed down since his wife was alright. But he's very stressed. He turned to face his team. "I wish you all a good recharge." He immediately walked off.

"I bet that Optimus was eager to see his wife," Sideswipe smirked.

"I think so too," Strongarm said with a smile.

Bumblebee only shook his helm with a smile while rolling his optics. "As Optimus said, get some recharge."

In the bedroom~

Y/N was peacefully sleeping since she's exhausted due to the fire incident. When the Autobots got informed, they immediately contacted the Rescue Bots too and explained everything. Heatwave (he's my favorite bot of the Rescue Bots Academy show) and others arrived fast as they could. They took care of the fire while the Autobots went to find out how the fire started. It was a beautiful day, but it was not a very hot day! The Autobots found the answer fast how it happened. The Decepticons. Apparently, they were trying to kill Y/N, Russel, and Denzel! Let me tell you, Optimus was SUPER mad! Not only him but others too! But the Prime didn't want to lose his wife! Once the Autobots caught some Decepticons, Optimus ripped their sparks out. Man, the whole team didn't saw him THAT mad!

Optimus turned himself small and entered the bedroom quietly. He smiled softly once he saw his wife sleeping peacefully. But he then looks at her body. Her curvy, sexy body. He felt himself getting hard behind the panel cover. He especially has now lust in his optics once he saw the lace panties that matched his colors. He's stressed and he needs to relax.

"Mmmm..." Y/N moaned softly as she felt Optimus gently rubbing her head that moved to her hip, slightly under her loose shirt.

"Hey, sweetspark," Optimus said softly, yet stressed.

Y/N could hear it in his voicebox how stressed he was. She looks over her shoulder and met his gentle yet lust optics. She knew what he wanted. But she decided to play first by teasing him. "You're late, handsome."

He then nuzzled his helm in the crook of her warm, soft neck while his servo was rubbing her hip, seductively. "I apologize, my love."

She then moved so that she was laying on her back with Optimus on top of her. His servo was still on her hip. "You can make it up to me by taking me, Prime. I know that you're stressed.~" She smirked.

Optimus smirked back while his servo went under her panties to rub her clit, causing Y/N to jolt and moan. "A-Ah, Opti- Hphm.~" She got kissed deeply by her lovely handsome husband.

Slowly, her clothes came off so that she's fully naked under Optimus. He couldn't hold it back anymore that his spike broke free. He and Y/N parted from the kiss panting as Y/N gently pushed his spike towards her entrance. "Take me.~"

Optimus smirked.

"Gladly." He then slammed into her, causing her to scream in pleasure as the Prime grunted.

"Y-You're so big and hard!" Y/N moaned.

"You're so slagging wet and tight.~" Optimus grunted and moaned as well. "I want to stay forever inside of you, my dear.~"

Y/N moaned as she enjoyed every second of him, her husband slamming into her each time. He hit her G-spot each time that she saw stars and she even had hearts formed in her eyes! Optimus saw that he chuckled while smirking. His stress was slowly washing away as he's enjoying this sex each second.

"Ahhhh!~"

"My dear, y-you're so tight!"

"I-I'm cumming!"

"Cum.~"

Y/N moaned loudly as she came together with her lover. His transfluid was warm and sticky that she sighed in bliss. Optimus buried his helm into her neck again and he stayed inside of her for a minute. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck while stroking the back of his helm. When Optimus pulled out, he gently laid his body on top of Y/N, snuggling into her warm soft body. They fell asleep together.

Enjoy this smut! Since Christmas is coming, I hope that everyone had a wonderful life and were good :). I'll start tomorrow on the Christmas one-shot here and a chapter in My Mates.

#optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #transformers #robots in disguise 2015 #rid2015 #lemon #one shot #human reader #x reader

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bwayfan25 · 4 years ago

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omg YES - for the prompts, "I hate needles," "Matriarchs" AU with whichever of the girls you feel fits + Susan?

Prompt 21: “I hate needles.”

Charlie shifted uncomfortably as she watched the tattoo artist letter the words on Susan’s wrist.

“I don’t know, guys,” she said, cringing as Susan hissed involuntarily in pain. “I hate needles.”

“Trust me, Charlie, nobody likes needles. But I promise you, it’s not that bad,” Susan reassured her. “And if you decide you don’t want to go through with it, you don’t have to.”

“Yes, she does,” Annie said, eyes widening in frustration. “Charlie, this was your idea. An idea we’ve already paid the artist for, so if you don’t want to go through it, you owe us the $350 dollars we saved to get you this.”

“But I don’t have $350,” Charlie whined in protest.

“Then, you’re getting a tattoo,” Annie concluded.

“Not to mention that, since we’ve already gotten ours,” Suzie chimed in, “if you don’t get yours, people are going to ask why and we’re going to have to tell them that you’re the weird one who was too chicken. And we’ll be telling them that forever.”

“Suzie,” Susan said, shooting her a look of exasperation.

Suzie just shrugged.

“What? I’m not gonna lie just because you’re sitting here. We know it, she knows it, and you know it too.”

Charlie shot her sisters dirty looks as the tattoo artist sat down her machine.

“Alrighty. You’re all done,” she said to Susan as she applied cream and a bandage. “I know you’ve heard the spiel a couple times today, but make sure to keep it covered for a couple hours. It’ll be tender for a day or two.

“It’ll scab up within the next week or so. Make sure to keep it moisturized with unscented lotion or petroleum jelly for the next few weeks and don’t submerge it in water. Eventually, the scab will fall off on its own. Don’t pick at it or you risk the chance of hurting the tattoo as well as getting an infection. And you don’t want to see what those look like.”

“I’m an ER doctor,” Susan replied. “So, I already have.”

The tattoo artist sucked in air as she imagined how bad those infections must have been to warrant a trip to the ER as Susan stood up.

It took her a moment to wipe everything down and change tools and materials as necessary, but once she was done, she sat back down on her stool and looked up at Charlie.

“What do you think? You up for it?”

Charlie grimaced but nevertheless sighed and took a seat on the padded table, signifying her consent.

“You’re getting it on the side of your thigh too, right?” the artist asked, sensing Charlie’s continued anxiety. “Well, I can tell you now that it’s going to be a lot less painful there than somewhere where there’s less space between skin and bone, like on your foot, or where there’s a bunch of nerves, like in your wrist.

“Why don’t I start off with just the nose of the dog? That way, if you can’t take it, all there will be is a little purple heart. If you can take it, then we’ll continue on with it and then the bunny and the panda. Sound good?”

Charlie inhaled deeply and then nodded. She shrugged off her track pants, leaving just the shorts underneath them. Then, she laid down on her right side so the artist could apply the stencil to the outside of her left thigh. But she still winced in expectation when the tattoo machine whirred to life.

“My advice is to just keep talking and don’t look at the needle,” the artist offered. “It will sting a bit, but people tend to find that keeping up a conversation helps distract your brain.”

Charlie nodded and then squeezed her eyes shut as the artist put the machine to her skin.

“Okay,” she said after a second. “It does sting a bit, but it’s not bad. I think I can do this.”

“You’re doing great,” Annie said in a sincere (but still mocking) tone of comfort.

“We’re really proud of you,” Suzie said, nodding in agreement.

“Don’t patronize me,” Charlie hissed. “Besides, she hasn’t started on the rest of it yet.”

“Actually, I’m almost done with the outline of the dog,” the artist said. “Just gotta do the ears and we’ll move on.”

Charlie blinked.

“Oh. Okay.”

“We told you it wasn’t that bad,” Annie chided, all comfort in her tone lost and replaced with annoyance.

“Yeah,” Suzie agreed, frowning. “You should listen to us next time, baby.”

#thank you for asking!!#i know this a different direction than the prompt usually would go #but this was the first thing that came to mind #susan lewis #charlie lewis #suzie lewis #annie levin #matriarchs au #cw needles #tattoos arent for everyone!#but Charlie probably should have thought that before her sisters paid for it #family prompt weekend

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roswelldetails · 5 years ago

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RNM 2x08 - Say It Ain't So

EPISODE SUMMARY:

JAMIE CLAYTON GUEST STARS — Despite promising Liz (Jeanine Mason) that he’ll take things easy with his new heart, Max (Nathan Dean) sets out to find Cameron after learning that she’s gone missing. Michael (Michael Vlamis) grows concerned about Maria (Heather Hemmens) after a surprising discovery about her family history leaves her vulnerable. Elsewhere, ready to move on, Alex (Tyler Blackburn) goes on a date with Forrest (guest star Christian Antidormi), and Rosa (Amber Midthunder) makes a decision about her future. Rachel Raimist directed the episode written by Eva McKenna & Christopher Hollier (#208). Original airdate 5/4/2020.

DETAILS:

Rosa's secret identity:

"...Cousin Rosalinda from Arizona. My mom married a minor league baseball player, but when he got relocated to a team in Florida…"

"Okay, you know what, let's just go with, they're dead."

This is a Twilight reference.

Rosa about the Mean Girl's art in the cave:

"That reminds me of Stephen Powers before he sold out."

Stephen Powers is a former street artist who went commercial. Some examples of his older work here:

Other examples of his newer, more commercial work here:

By the way, speaking of the cave:

And this is some fabulous visual storytelling right here:

Max is working at the Wild Pony. Temporarily, of course.

"Turns out debt collectors don't care if you've been half dead in a glowing pod for a few months."

So much for the headcanon that Max "I've been driving the same car since high school and am a homeowner before 30" Evans is good with his money. 😆 Debt collectors don't show up that fast… not that I know from experience or anything. 😳 *backs slowly away*

Iris refers to the cave as the go to hang spot for all the artsy weirdos. So it isn't like it was specifically Rosa's cave/hidden spot.

It's the first time we've seen this particular cave other than in 2008 flashbacks.

Iris Sanchez & Rosa Ortecho. Flower, Mexican family name. 😭 The hint is there!

Also 👀 from:

The iris earned its name from the ancient Greek Goddess Iris, a messenger to the gods who was thought to use the rainbow as a bridge between heaven and earth...these flowers were named to honor the Rainbow Goddess and bring favor upon the earth.

Mimi made Maria take back the necklace.

"She said that it was too late for her and that I needed it more."

Michael has seen the necklace before, but he didn't know what the flower was when he fixed the clasp and returned it to her in 1x10. It was 1x11 when they learned of the existence of the anti alien pollen. Michael reminds us:

"I know this flower. Its pollen has a paralytic effect on alien abilities."

Once Maria takes it off, she can name every card Michael pulls from the deck.

Maria lists off a bunch of necklace facts from past episodes that fandom has previously noted...

Her powers were heightened when Michael had the necklace in 1x10.

She wasn't wearing it when Noah invaded her at the gala.

And she wasn't wearing it at Woman As Warrior in 2x02 when she sensed that Isobel was pregnant.

"Kyle said you aren't an alien."

Fact. Kyle did say that. It doesn't mean that it's a fact that Maria doesn't have alien DNA in her though.

Kyle determined that her blood doesn't carry the alien protein that's in the Pod Squad and Rosa. He is making an assumption that the protein is tied to being an alien.

He said he ran other tests, but the results would take longer to come in.

Also, just a personal theory, what else do Rosa and the Pod Squad (and Noah) all have in common? They all spent significant time marinating in a pod full of goo. Rosa (10 years), Pod Squad (at least 50 years), Noah (60 years). Kyle has not studied any samples of alien biology from an alien who didn't spend time in pod goo. It's possible the protein is related to the pod goo, moreso than the alien biology. Again, just speculation on my part.

Maria confirms that her mom started getting sick when she was 18, just after she passed the necklace on to Maria.

"If this prevents you from having more episodes, it probably stops the neurodegeneration process too. It's not kryptonite, Maria. This is preventative medicine. Keep it on."

In 2x06 it was established that in addition to Sanders' place being a junkyard and a mechanic/auto shop, they also do tow truck service. Now that comes into play again as Michael was hired to bring Cam's car back to Roswell for the investigation into her disappearance. He brought it to the junk yard first though to give Max and Liz an hour to check the car for clues before the sheriff's department comes to collect it.

Max is smart too, in his own way. He quickly identified that "Agent Powell" was driving a rental car and that her gun wasn't government issue.

However, it's only when he sees her tattoo (which Cam told him about in 1x07) that he confirms that she's actually Charlie Cameron!

(10 points to fandom!)

Max & Liz's conversation with Charlie is mostly just reminding us what we know about Charlie and Jenna's relationship.

Liz indicates that Jenna had been looking for Charlie for months. Charlie responds that she didn't want to be found (both things we learned in 2x04 through Cam's discussion with Jesse Manes.

Max indicates that Jenna thought that Charlie hated her, a call back to us first learning about Charlie and the matching tattoos in 1x07.

"I worked on a controversial project a while back. A lot of dangerous people want to know what I know."

(Again, stuff we learned in 2x04).

They learn through Cam's text history that she was looking for Jesse Manes (which we already knew, because...2x04).

"I'm just a guy standing in front of a tourist trap asking a history buff to shoot him with high velocity paint."

Tongue-in-cheek reference to the movie Notting Hill.

"So, you're cool playing war? Doesn't bring anything up?"

"Oh, yeah, my PTSD triggers are a little more complicated. Suffice to say, this war zone is the only place that my family actually got along when I was a kid."

"Yeah, some of my old platoon buddies actually play in leagues."

"I didn't know that you served."

"Yeah I wouldn't go bragging about it to a guy with a Purple Heart. I might have googled you."

New information… both that Forrest served, that he looked into Alex (which could be innocent OR sketchy…).

And of course this is the first open discussion about Alex's PTSD issues.

Cowboys versus aliens paintball… Alex is the cowboy, so Forrest must be the alien.

The call that interrupted Forrest's attempt to kiss Alex was from the hospital. Hence why Alex goes there to see Jesse.

"Look, if I had a little lucky charm that could stop people like Noah from messing with me, I would have that surgically implanted into my décolletage."

Have to admit, I wasn't sure what décolletage meant, so in case anyone else isn't familiar:

"These abilities are a part of me. I'm not gonna just throw away the chance to learn about who I am. That make sense to you?"

"Yeah, actually, it does."

"You've gotten stronger this year, right? Can you teach me to train? Learn how to control it all?"

"Look, it took a lot of practice before I could do anything without puking and guzzling acetone to kill the pain. And you can't practice, because according to Kyle, every time you do it eats your brain."

"Look, I'll stop before it goes that far, okay? I know the signs. Besides, if you help me, maybe I can help you. There must be something that you want to know about your future."

"What about my past?"

Max meeting with Jesse at the Crashdown. This is super interesting because it's the first time Max has sat down, face to face, with a hostile human who knows he's an alien.

"My uncle used to bring me here. That was back when it catered to a more civil clientele. People who actually respected the history of this town."

This is likely foreshadowing what's to come next week, based on the promo pics released.

Again, similar to the scene with Charlie at the junkyard, much of this exchange between Max and Jesse is just reminding us of stuff we learned in 1x04.

"The last time I saw her she came to me with questions about her sister. And I told her that the people most interested in Charlie's device were a black ops group based out of Los Alamos. They're called Deep Sky. This is their logo. Paramilitary. And I told Jenna that what she was getting into was gonna be dangerous. But apparently she didn't listen.

Note: in case any of you are unaware, in Los Alamos there's a US DOE lab that has a long, sketchy history of weapons development. Makes perfect since that it's where a paramilitary organization interested in Charlie's research would be based there.

The Deep Sky Logo

I compared this to a number of screenshots of alien symbols (like the ones we saw in Jim Valenti's letters in 1x12) and there were no matches.

However, fandom has already noted that the logo matches Trevor's ring in 2x06 (see that episode's details post for the photo).

"Charlie Cameron's mind is a unique specimen. Kind of like you. And there's always someone in the shadows waiting to crack those open."

"What did you do to Jenna?"

"I told her the truth. Which is more than you ever did. You're kind of a wolf in sheep's clothing, aren't you?"

"And what are you? Do you feel like a hero? All those people you tortured, all those people you killed. Turns out none of them were an enemy. They were refugees. So you're not just a murderer, you're a failure."

"Yeah, I know. I am. But I tell you, something shifted in my brain when I had the stroke. All the hate's gone out of me. All the fight. Caulfield is over and my son Flint has been reassigned. Look at me. I can barely walk."

Liz and Charlie in the car:

"Waitressing's really got to blow when you've grown a fully functioning heart muscle in a lab. Or are you not the same Elizabeth Ortecho who co-authored a 2013 paper on cellular reprogramming? Some people build model trains; I do my homework. Your boyfriend seems more like the train type."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"We've discovered new worlds and changed the course of mankind from a microscope. Should I go Netflix and chill with my boyfriend or stay in the lab, architecting the future?"

"No offense, but if it's true that you've been in prison and in hiding, it does not seem like you've seen much of the inside of a lab either."

"I went too far. I thought I was building something with real value. The thing is, anything that has the potential to create real change, it scares people. And anything that scares people is inherently dangerous no matter what your intention is."

"You could start over. Get a new identity, work at a research university."

"I've done extraordinary things. Everything ordinary is ruined now."

More exposition that we already know as Max catches Charlie and Liz up on what he learns from Jesse.

"He said Cam is headed to Los Alamos to investigate a group called Deep Sky. Does that mean anything to you?"

"No. Let me reach out to some of my military contacts, do some recon. Give me a day, we'll go from there."

Liz and Michael, in the lab, on The Science:

"I'm looking for the sample of yellow pollen."

"The stuff I swept off the floor after throwing it at Noah? I don't know. I didn't see it while we were packing up."

"Well it was here a few months back. Did I miss an experiment where it grew legs and a fondness for the outdoors?"

"Could have been accidentally thrown away. Sample was too oxidized to be of much use, and I've been trying to get my hands on fresh flowers, but it's impossible. I think they might be extinct. Why are you freaking out?"

"Because I have a math problem. There's only one flower in Maria's necklace, but there are two DeLuca women and apparently the flower is the key to preventing their illness. This is everything from the Caulfield drives and the experiments done on Maria's grandmother. A lot of it was lost in a lab fire in the '80s, but…"

"I'll take a look."

(Aside… 👀 Lab fire in the '80s. I have a feeling that's more foreshadowing.)

"I just want you to see if anything done could be undone. I don't want you to, like, Dr. Frankenstein it. The experiments were very bad."

"My days as an alien scientist are officially over."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"'Cause it's hard not to think about the far-reaching implications of this kind of research. You don't get sick on this planet. If I could figure out why, I could eradicate all illness."

"But you can't. Because that would expose us."

"Which I would obviously never do. It's over."

Arturo's text to Liz:

Have you seen our little mouse?

"Rosalinda" is late for her first shift.

Isobel and Maria go to Michael's trailer and Isobel shows Maria the newspaper clip of Michael's mom to try to trigger a vision.

"It's not working. And I don't feel great going through this stuff without Michael knowing."

"Why not? One day this palace might all be yours."

"It's not working. I have a business to run, and you need to go Instagram something."

"Says the social media revitalizer. Listen, word to the wise, every time Max saw Liz in a skirt and tried not to pop a bulb, he wound up setting off a fire alarm. Everytime I push myself too hard, I miss time, or wind up accidentally realizing that my mom still thinks about her ex-boyfriend Rocco, like, in vivid detail."

"Okay, where are you going with this?"

"Effort doesn't equal control. So if you want to do this you're gonna have to embrace your inner ice queen and let it go."

"I'm not great at letting things go."

"Yeah, I know. That's hard…"

Maria's vision:

Triggered by a t-shirt hanging in the trailer.

Louise is hanging laundry

Walt runs up to her and gives her a little windmill with her name on it. (Initially I thought her name was pressed or punched into the metal, but on second viewing, it looks like it might be puff paint or something similar.)

Walt runs off to find Nora and Louise goes back to hanging laundry.

After the vision Maria's nose starts bleeding.

Max goes after Charlie to stop her from turning herself in.

I wonder if his tire screeching action guy driving is supposed to be emphasizing to the audience that he's not being as cautious as he should be?

Deep Sky said that if Charlie "...wasn't at Sutter's grain depot by 11pm, that they would torture (Cam) to death."

Charlie heard on the call:

A train rolling by

A demonic laugh

And somehow that's enough for Max to magically know exactly where Cam is.

Alex and Jesse at the hospital:

"Hey, they said that you mixed whiskey with your medications. That's not like you."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I don't know. I mean, you're my father. I can't seem to shake you."

"Yeah. I failed."

"Yes. But in what way specifically?"

"Uncle Tripp. I let him down. I never could figure out what he needed of me. And tonight I went to the bunker. And I keep trying to crack the code."

"Liz said that you spoke to Max Evans. She said that you were half decent to him. Is that what this is about?"

"One of them killed Tripp, you know."

"An alien? Yeah. Then he hunted them. He dragged them to a torture chamber. I'm not surprised one of them…"

Jesse slams his cane.

"He was the best man I ever knew.

Jesse tries to stand and falls into Alex, then continues to walk away.

The location that Deep Sky is holding Cam looks like a rodeo or horse arena or racetrack with a big grandstand.

There are nearby train tracks, and a warehouse where a mechanic repairs old carnival rides.

As Max and Charlie are scoping out the area you can hear both sounds softly in the background.

The sniper was watching and shooting at them from the grandstand.

Charlie is shot in the leg.

"Let me go get her."

"No. Deep Sky wants me alive. Your brain is worth considerably less to them which means it'll be splattered all over the dirt."

(Oh the irony...confirming that Charlie doesn't know that Max is an alien.)

"If anything goes wrong, call Liz. No doctors."

Max does shoot the sniper!

And then uses his powers to knock out the power (and instantly feeling it in his heart when he starts to use his powers!!!!!!) which, as @angsty-aliens very eloquently pointed out, is absurd because there was a big red lever that would have done the same thing. *facepalm*

Cam on her kidnapping:

"The last thing I remember is this weird sound. It made the hairs on my arm stand up. And this bright light, and the pain in the back of my neck like you wouldn't believe."

Cam's burn is fractals. Like Liz's burn from Max's powers in 1x03. Top is Liz's fresh burn in 1x03, bottom is Cam's not-so-fresh burn in 2x08. Keep in mind, we don't know how long Cam was missing for.

Rosa and Iris at the "art show".

"So you said you're from Roswell?"

"Oh, I was from Roswell. I got out and went to art school as soon as I graduated. I work for an artist now. I help her run her gallery. Yeah, I used to want to be a painter, but then I realized I loved curating art way more than I ever loved making it."

👀 I wonder what this says about Rosa's internal motivation. If Iris is the life she wishes that she had, does she not want to be a painter? Or is that her internal insecurity rearing its head. Like, she can't even dream about that possibility because it's what she really wants above all else. Which is why Iris then motivates her to paint and prove to her inner self that she is an artist?

Speaking of which, here's Rosa's painting from the episode. Mucho gracias to @rosaortecho for giffing it for me since it wasn't cap-able in a single shot.

Iris's assessment of Rosa's art:

"This piece is you outrunning your demons. This is amazing. That's what you have to do. You have to capture them and rattle the cage. This is art. This is what you're meant to do, Rosa!"

Rosa's hallucination starts to fall apart as they dance. She starts coughing and having trouble breathing.

"Your star sign's just out of whack."

Play on lyrics from God of Wine by Third Eye Blind, which was heavily referenced in 1x02.

The direct quote is "your star sign's out of whack" and the next lyric is "a fraudulent zodiac"

Which, of course, is what Rosa had written on her hand before she died in 2008 and is a reference to Ophiuchus, which was Noah's zodiac obsession.

And then Liz finds her overdosing in the cave.

The coughing in Rosa's hallucination was from smoke inhalation. Because while passed out she started a fire with her powers.

Feels like a good time to point out that it's the same cave that she died in back in 2008, and she would have died there again if Liz hadn't found her. 😭

At the hospital Rosa tells Liz that she wants to go to rehab, but she knows she can't since she can't control her powers.

Liz gives her Maria's necklace to borrow since it will suppress her powers and allow her to go to rehab.

Alex and Forrest at the Wild Pony:

"I still have my dad's voice in my head telling me that being seen with a man in public is an embarrassment. To my name and my uniform."

"Well, there's nothing like a dad voice to mess up a perfectly good date."

"It's also just that...I mean, Roswell's so conservative. This bar is filled with cowboys. If you want to go someplace private…"

"Look, I like you. But I don't want to climb into somebody else's closet."

"I cannot tell you how badly I want to be done with this frickin' closet."

"But you're not. And that's okay. Really. Listen, if that voice in your head ever shuts up, give me a call. Because between you and me, making out with a hot guy in public is only made hotter when it pisses off all the bigots and homophobes."

Charlie took off and left a note for Jenna. According to Jenna it says she's gonna disappear again and not to look for her.

Arturo is taking Rosa to a rehab center that Kyle set her up with "a few hours away".

Max tells Liz "let's go home." So… did she move in with him??

Liz says no though. She says she has to open the diner and cry alone. But instead she goes to the secret lab.

Both Max and Liz were evading the truth a little bit here. Liz didn't tell Max that she wanted to go to the secret lab. Max didn't tell Liz that his heart did wonk out after using his powers and he did overdo it going after Cam. Bad Echo!!

Liz goes back to packing the secret lab up initially, but then her eyes fall into the Caulfield folders, and she stops.

She unpacks her stolen equipment (genetic sequencer?), puts on her lab coat, and sits down to start reading the file.

Isobel brings Michael beer as a peace offering, since she's coming to admit that she helped Maria trigger a vision. She thinks Michael will be mad, but he isn't because he and Maria already worked it out.

So Isobel tells him about the vision and seeing Louise, and specifically about Walt giving Louise the windmill.

Michael immediately reacts, goes to a shelf, and grabs a similar windmill.

Turns out Walt is Sanders. He pulls up in his car and Michael immediately confronts Sanders.

"It was you. You're Walt. You're the little boy in the photo. You knew my mother."

And Sanders nods.

10 more points to fandom.

Max goes to Charlie's hotel to confront her about turning herself in to Deep Sky.

The windmill in both scenes. Until I put this together I didn't think they were the same one (because Louise's name isn't on Michael's. But other details (like the word weight on one of the legs) are the same.

"You think Deep Sky needs to have Jenna by the throat to kill her? Okay, the only way that I can protect her is from the inside."

Then the "abduction scene" happens.

It mirrors what happened to Jenna in 2x04, only to Max and Charlie.

MUSIC:

1. Hole "Celebrity Skin"

2. Lukas Nelson & Promise Of The Real "Die Alone"

3. Shelly Fairchild "Worry No More"

4. Marc Danzeisen "Some Things Last Forever"

5. Joey Sykes "Sign Of The Times"

6. I AM ORFA "Like That Look"

7. Danny Ayer "Set Us Free"

8. Hamish Anderson "Trouble"

9. OMC "How Bizarre"

10. Muscadine Bloodline "Movin' On"

11. Little May "Hide"

#roswell new mexico #details #rnm season 2 #episode details #long post #rnm 208 #say it ain't so

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hibiki-the-beast-archived · 5 years ago

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Questions to Hibiki from fans

Source (I used a translator and only arranged it a little so it makes more sense so it could be full of mistakes.)

- I'm going to ask you some really stupid questions. What would you like to look like if you were dressed as a woman? With what hairstyle What to wear Who do you want to show it to?

Sadako! [I can’t really understand the rest of the reply...xD]

- What do you think about wearing a dress? Can you wear a dress? Can you show it? I'm not sane? Wearing a dress? I think that it does not suit me even a little, so...

- What kind of girl does Hibiki like? I don't really like it... [I don't know what this is supposed to mean, if he doesn't like girls or if he just don't have a certain kind...I tend to say the latter. ;)] If anything, I tend to like people who appear more normal other than showy gals.

- Hibiki, which one are you, S or M? I don't know what to say, which one could it be? Maybe it's totally N! Neutral? It depends on the situation.

- Do you have any rules for living, Hibiki? My rule is...not to hurt people. This is a difficult game, so I don't know if I make it or not. Also, I think that I will not act like bending my core.

- How old are you? About 317 years old [Something with the name 'Saiba buru' is mentioned, but I don't know what it is...]

- Do you have any particular belongings? My favorite item is a ring that I got from my friend.

- Do you have a favorite movie? Favorite movies are Rockers, Rocky 1 & 2, Rambo 1, Prayer to the Dying, Young Gun 1 & 2, Clockwork Orange, Full Metal Jacket, Eraser Head, Elephant Man, Inland Empire, Skinny Man, Shining, Cujo, Pet Cemetery, It, Misery, Tommy Knockers, Carrie, Shawshank, Clash, Terminal, Poltergeist, Back to the Future, Goonies, Money Pit, Scanners, The Fly, Naked Lunch, Dead Spirit Harata 1 & 2, Darkman, Night of the Living Dead, Beetle Juice, Scissor Hands, Ed Wood, Sleepy Hollow, Big Fish, Charlie and Chocolate Factory, Sweeney Todd Devil Barber in Fleet Street Mad Max 1 & 2, Brain Dead, Satan's Sacrifice, Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, True Romance, Natural Bone Killers, Desperado, Sid & Nancy, Leon, Jailbreak King, We are not Angels, Taxi Regards Driver, Cape Fear, Untouchable, Good Fellows, Unforgiving, Perfect World, Gran Torino, Interview with Vampire, Seven, Joe Black, Fight Club, Snatch, Oceans 12, Elm Street Nightmare, Platoon, Die Hard, Six Sense, Sin City, Men's Aka ... !

- What is your favorite season? I like every season!

- Does Hibiki make up herself during the live performance? [The translation said 'herself'...well. xD] I make my own makeup.

- Will Hibiki give up if the opposite sex you love only sees you as a friend? I give up and I don't want to approach in particular (I think it depends on how much I like)

- What kind of personality do you often get along with? And what do you do if you fight? Do you often apologize from yourself? I will make friends with rock people and people who think of me properly. If it ’s a fight, if I ’m bad, I ’ll apologize right away and don’t pull it.

- Do you have any fetish? Mouth, hips and feet.

[By the way, it is nice how he ends the blog entry with 'A man who lives at night, Hibiki'. :D]

- What is Hibiki-san hiding in the fluffy hair!? Coin is hidden in my head, feel like a coin purse? [I don't really get what is this is supposed to mean, but the question was so cute. :D]

- Is Hibiki's day-to-day holiday sometimes returning to an ordinary man instead of rock and roll? Yes ... Actually, I'm always a normal single man.

- The hairstyle you want to do (or any color). The hairstyle I want to try is Mohawk! A beautiful mohawk like PUNK! ! ! But I know that my face doesn't look good ... what if I shave my eyebrows completely? ? ?

- What kind of hairstyle do you usually have at home? Is your hair tied? I want to know. I'm spending my life like a hippie in my house ...

- Where do you first look when you see a woman? First of all, the eyes.

- Please tell me your favorite artists! ★ Japanese music ★ thee michelle gun elephant KING BROTHERS BLANKEY JET CITY THE MODS ARB THE ROOSTERS TH eROCKERS The 50 revolutions eastern youth THE BLUE HEARTS maximum the Hormone SOB THE BACK HORN THE HIGH GRIP ← w --- And the sound source of hardcore illegal gatherings ---- participant LAUGHIN NOSE MOBS COBRA LIP CREAM G.I.S.M OUTO BAWS ZOUO BUCK-TICK Merry Go Round PIERROT ★ Western music ★ Arctic monkeys The vines Jet The Strokes The horrors The offspring The Smashing Pumpkins Nine Inch Nails Primus Red hot chili peppers KASABIAN The White Stripes Nirvana MUSE Radiohead System Of A Down Rage Against the Machine Limp Bizkit SlipKnoT Korn Linkin park Mudvayne Rob Zombie Soulfly Tool Pantera Megadeth RAMMSTEIN Bauhaus

- If you can bring only 3 CDs to an uninhabited island, what CD will you bring? I think I won't be able to listen to music on an uninhabited island ... Bring your guitar with you

- What is a girl's favorite gesture? A figure kicking a man's balls.

- Recommended diet method. Oil-free meal, exercise and calorie calculation? The quickest thing is to eat a meal that calculates the calorie intake, fasting for about 2 days, making the stomach smaller.

- What is the ideal way to spend a holiday Smoking cigarettes while looking at the seaside at seaside, smoking cigarettes to the feet ... I want to spend a good time instead of making a fuss.

- What kind of clothes do you usually wear? I don't know what suits me ... What kind of clothes will look good on me? ? Reverse question?

- What is your favorite and disliked food? Favorite food Ramen Salted mackerel Okonomiyaki Tan-SIO Tinjaolose Mabo tofu Spicy curry Natto tomato juice Beer ☆ dislike food Shiitake mushroom Vinegar Konjac Fukujinzuke Takuwan Sweet fried egg Teriyaki in general Grilled meat sauce sweet and sour pork Salad with fruits Dried grapes

- What is your favorite book? ? Favorite book ... I'm sorry ... Actually I don't read books I don't have much time and I'm afraid to make my eyes worse ...

- Hibiki uses perfume, right? I don't add perfume, but I'll add body mist! Victoria Secret This is an endless love guy from the Garden Collection. Perfume is not good because the smell is too tight.

- Do you like horror? Mr. Ramlin I like horror but there are a lot of hits! ! Especially for horror and action ... I thought horror was good Night of the Living Dead zombie Creep show Dead Spirits 1 and 2 (camera work and Bruce Campbell lovers w) Batarian (easy-to-understand development and class B atmosphere!) ring Magic sound Object X from planet Shining Satan's sacrifice Basket case Brain Dead I've seen a lot of other things ... a pattern full of CG that can wither ...

- In about 3 months, Halloween will be, do you have any costumes you want girls to wear? ? If there is a costume you want to wear, please tell me! Costumes that girls want to wear ... Leather face ... It ’s a joke. I want to do leather face ☆ After all a beautiful and erotic zombie style for girls! Or maybe the Adams family! !

- How does it look like in your room? It's a white wall, but I don't have any posters on it. There are a lot of watches that are only at school. The curtains are ivory and gentle colors! Others are single beds LCD TV (AQUOS / Kameyama brand w of the world) TV stand There is only a large dark brown table The kitchen has a refrigerator, an IH stove that I bought yesterday, and an abdominal muscle device. It is surprisingly simple.

- Favorite liquor: My favorite liquor is ... beer! ! There is nothing in particular Actually I don't drink anything other than beer I don't like alcohol Sweet sour liquor, shochu, sake, whiskey, vodka, brandy, etc.

- What is your favorite type of woman? There is no such type. By the way, there is not one female celebrity favorite since elementary school.

- Is there a cool position and design for women to put in a tattoo? Hibiki likes I think it ’s okay if it ’s right for the person ’s character, I think angels are cute! ! Like Natural Born Killers, the main character in the movie was carving next to the navel? ?

- Good evening, Hibiki-san, have you ever cried in public since you became an adult? Have you ever cried in front of a lover? Of course! ! People cry because they are serious Isn't the person who makes it stupid a person who doesn't know much about human pain? In my thoughts, is it embarrassing to cry when you want to cry?

- I like beer but how much can I drink? What happens if you get drunk? I don't think I lose my memory because I'm drunk ... As far as I can remember, I remember drinking about 5 cups of mugs at a tavern. After that, I'm drinking with a dull, so surely more ... If someone does not count it, it will remain a mystery!

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psicomma-s-very-secret-lab · 6 years ago

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First night at the Asylum

This has been in my inbox (the old lab's inbox orz) for a looooong time and it's not even the oldest question LOL. I postponed my answer bc I wanted to incorporate some art here and I haven't had the chance to draw Shaun and Lo together in ages but man I feel like answering this after all this time cause their story is important even though it's been eclipsed by the story between Shaun and Ani ;__; (Girl look what a mess you've made smh)

Shaun and Loan's story is gross I'll tell you right away. If you want something cute or even remotely decent and healthy, better go on your way.

That question would actually require me to review all Asphyxia and Asphyxia Unplugged from A to Z, so I guess I'll only cover the encouter, from Loan's perspective here. Trigger warnings : violence, sex, drugs, French, and obscenely long post.

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Loan is 18 when he meets Shaun for the first time. He recently left the family home to move to the big city. After a few weeks in university he realises he has absolutely no interest in pursuing an academic career and drops his literary studies. He begins to live at night and makes a few acquaintances; Madame Charlie, a drag queen and a retired sex worker owning a pub in Camden town quickly takes Loan under her wing and the Ace of Hearts becomes Loan's rehearsal place for him and his newly formed band, Asphyxia. Loan also finds a part time job as an apprentice tattoo artist thanks to his connections ; it amuses him for a while, less boring than uni but he doesn't take it very seriously either. Loan has a brief affair in the end of the year with a guy called Adrian, the only contact he kept from university. Adrian had a brand new kind of stress reliever he would use before his finals, and he generously offered to share some with Loan one night after an okay fuck. That's when Loan takes his first bite in the poison apple.

It was just a few puffs but the feeling heroin gave him was so amazing it got Loan coming back for more, and more and even more. His growing lust for the substance probably scared Adrian away cause the guy stopped answering Loan's calls eventually. That's when he thought it'd be a good idea to get wasted and drag his skinny ass up to the North of London in the middle of the night to get some by himself.

He was walking down your typical film noir stinky dark alley when two guys approached him and started to molest him. Loan never knew what sobriety and subtlety meant so he would always go outside dressed like a glam punk whore and it never failed to get him into trouble of course.

Loan fought back quite honourably, he even managed to give a nice black eye to one of his aggressors thanks to his armour ring. But he eventually ended up being kicked to the ground, curling himself up like a louse. He heard the loud barking of a big dog and the beating suddenly stopped. A voice coming from afar shouted across the alley "Aren't ya fucktards supposed to be working?" – Silence. The dog growled.- "'The hell are you lookin at? Get the fuck out of here." They left in a hurry, their tail between their legs. Loan heard the ferocious barks again when the two guys ran away, then he heard the panting breathing of the dog and its claws on the pavement ; it was coming near him. Loan opened an eye and despite his blurry vision he could distinguish the big, drooling face of an adult rottweiler being busy sniffing his jacket.

« Aika. » The dog immediately left Loan alone, going back to its owner’s side. He could see a long shadow stretching on the ground. He was only a few feet away, slowly getting closer.

Loan was still shuddering on the pavement when he saw a hand reaching out to him. His brain was too dizzy from the beating and the alcohol he didn't hesitate one sec before grabbing that hand. He was freezing and that hand was oddly warm. Loan stumbled as he got back on his feet. "Hey, easy there." Then he spat out some blood before finally looking at his accidental saviour.

And there he was. Shaun Myers. If only Loan had known all the trouble this man would bring upon him he would probably have run away like the devil was chasing him the second he met those eyes. He first noticed his height ; being 6'3'' and always wearing big combat boots Loan wasn't used to have to look up to meet the eyes of whoever he was talking to.

Shaun shamelessly rose Loan's chin with his hand, wiping some blood off with his thumb, suddenly noticing Loan's pretty features. The dog was staying still, only its tail wriggling slowly.

"You. You're definitely not a whore." He said scrutinizing Lo's bruised face. Loan said nothing.

"And you're far from home, aren't ya?"

"Kinda."

"What brings you here?"

"I don't know. What do you think brings people here?"

The dog didn’t seem very convinced by Loan’s answer and snarled, baring its teeth.

« Aika… » Its owner said, in a low but firm tone. The dog calmed down, sat reluctantly at Shaun’s feet, still visibly suspicious about Loan.

Shaun smiled, amused by Loan’s wit and his dog’s animosity towards him, then he lit up cigarette and Loan was instantly struck by Shaun's bicoloured gaze. Every single detail about his face set his insides on fire. But it only lasted for half a second- when the lighter swallowed back the flame the image got lost into Loan's numb mind and quickly faded into oblivion.

"Follow me."

Loan followed Shaun for what seemed like an eternity. The streets were poorly lit but he felt like everyone was looking at them -the hobos, the hookers, the creeps at their windows- it was like everyone was staring at his open lip and smudged makeup. Little did he know that people weren't staring at him because of his looks, but because of the tall dark stranger beside him walking with a huge rottweiler on the loose.

They arrived near what seemed to be an abandoned facility - probably used to be a school a few decades ago- some walls were partly demolished and the area was surrounded by Portakabins covered with graffitis that the builders must've been using by the time they were working on the site but now they were mostly squats for hobos and junkies. Shaun led him to a wobbly spiral service staircase and Loan almost fell a couple times trying to get down. "Watch your step" they ended up in a narrow alley - a smell of puke and liquor in the dry cold air - Shaun locked the staircase behind them as Loan started to hear some noise coming from nearby ; indistinct people chatting, dull basses, other big dogs barking...

« You wait here. »

He whistled and left with the dog. Loan noticed the animal was strangely calm and didn’t respond when it heard the other dogs barking from afar. Shaun came back five minutes later, without his beast beside him.

"This way."

He led him to the opposite direction the noises were coming from, to what seemed like a fire door. Shaun pushed it and suddenly Loan was overwhelmed by the harsh neon lights and the infernal hubbub saturating the air of what oddly resembled a hospital corridor. "You're gonna stay here or what? Move your ass." The high pitched, crass laughter of a girl almost broke one of Loan's eardrums as Shaun got him into another staircase. Dirty walls covered with obscene caricatures, tags, spray paint, a guy with his hands inside the panties of the girl he was making out with at the third flight of stairs...

They must've been two floors underground when Shaun stopped in front of one of the doors with a red "Keep out" sign on it. While he was searching for the right key inside of his hoodie, Loan lost himself contemplating the graffitis. He noticed a used condom sticked to the tread of his boot. "Putain fait chier. Merde." Then a few 'clicks' and the door opened. Shaun held it open for him as Loan got inside. Never in his entire life had he heard basses so fucking loud. He could barely see in front of him. The atmosphere reeked of sex and marijuana. He could glimpse some sweaty naked bodies kissed by the electric blue neons lights as the DJ was blasting the beat even louder. For a second he lost sight of Shaun and bumped into an obscenely obese guy making him spill some of his drink "I'll cut you motherfucker!" Loan felt a hand grabbing his shoulder and taking him away before the guy could do anything "Better not get lost, Alice, we're already late."

"Late for what? What the fuck is this place??"

"That's the Asylum babe, the only safe place for someone like you."

Loan was probably too wasted to understand that the Asylum was the actual name of this underground Babylon and he would learn later that Shaun wasn't exactly the type to make jokes anyway.

Crossing the dancefloor of the Asylum was like swimming into the dark waters of the Phlegethon. A long time ago that place used to be an olympic swimming pool, the echo and even the tiles on the walls were still here- but now it was just a gaping black hole swarming with the broken souls of the fallen ones.

As they arrived near the bar some girl, visibly quite drunk, made her way to Shaun and lasciviously wrapped her arms around his neck, Loan barely saw her murmuring a word to his ear before Shaun pushed her away with a rare violence. She fell on a guy who was sitting at the bar, spilling all the drinks and breaking some of the glasses. Her head hit the counter as she fell down, her ankles twisted in what must've been an awfully painful position. Loan stared at her unconscious body in shock - Shaun didn't even flinch when he brushed her off and started to make his way upstairs, without even looking back. "You coming or what?" It was only now that Loan actually considered whether he should really follow that guy or not. He looked at that girl - he could read the words she was muttering on her lips "help me... One hit... Just one fucking hit..." as a some blood was running down her forehead.

Loan shook his head and climbed up the stairs. Some fucking stairs again. Everyone was staring at him, was staring at Shaun, but Loan was honestly too busy staring at Shaun's ass through his Levi's to notice any of that.

Five minutes later this whole freak show seemed like a distant dream; the room where Shaun had taken Loan was quiet, so quiet it was hard to believe it was actually located in the same building. But here it was ; low ceiling, dim lighting, nothing on the walls where the yellowish white paint was partly bloated because of past inundations, no windows, just one queen size bed with messy sheets, a coffee table with an ashtray filled with cigarettes butts, a door half opened on what seemed to be a bathroom, and one big wardrobe facing the bed.

"Make yourself at home."

He sat on the bed as Shaun took off his jacket, beanie and hoodie, tossing them on the chair by the coffee table. Loan was ogling at each of his movements with impunity ; he was way too fucked up to give a damn about decorum.

"I'll be back in a minute."

Less than a minute later Shaun was back into the room, opening his big hand under Loan's nose. A tiny freezer bag, containing a tiny amount of what could've easily been mistaken for flour or icing sugar.

"Your poison, Snow White."

Loan took the bag, observed it in the light of the bedside lamp as if he had any fucking clue about what he was doing.

"That's 80£."

"80£??"

Shaun sighed "Jesus, you first timers are the worst. If you don't have the money I'm taking that back, also do I need to mention the house doesn't take credit cards nor cheques?"

"Fine." Loan glared at him shoving the bills into that greedy hand. Shaun hastily put the money inside his jeans' back pocket.

"Now do you wanna fuck?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said do you wanna fuck, like me and you."

"I-I'm not a whore."

"I know, that's why I'm asking you nicely."

Where the fuck was that guy coming from? Loan stared back at Shaun dead in the eye and saw he was serious. He tilted his head, pouted.

"Depends on what you have to offer."

In the blink of an eye Shaun pounced on him like a beast on its prey and before he knew it Loan was nailed to the bed, his face buried in the pillow. He could feel Shaun's hand pressing on his neck with a terrifying strength and he knew he could just snap it at any moment if he liked. He felt all his bulk lunging at his frail body as he leaned forward, until he was close enough so that Loan could feel the warmth of his breath against his ear.

"Just let me get this clear ; I don't have anything to offer. I'm gonna use you. I'm gonna take everything I want from you like it's my fucking birthday. And you're gonna love it even if in the end, you'll regret it, cause that's how it goes. You're probably gonna cry but it won't stop me. I'm not gonna give you my number, I'm not gonna give you a ride home, I'm not even gonna give you my name. Now if you're okay with that say yes."

"Y-yes. Please." Loan panted.

"Great." He said thoughtlessly before roughly pulling down Loan's jeans.

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If you read this then it means you have vanquished this monster post, YAY! Here's a cookie to help you recover from that exhausting and traumatizing experience : 🍪

And ofc, special thanks to @ramblingpolkadots for the question! 😁 it was probably not the answer you expected but hey, it was fun to write this at least

#ocs #asphyxia #loan #shaun #the asylum #first encounter #ask #ask answers #i actually wrote this a long time ago #but didn't publish it bc i needed to update it #cause aika wasn't present in the original version #and it would've been a shame not to mention that good boy

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kedaitatobahagia · 7 years ago

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• ⚫️ DONE 🔴 For Sigit. He came with an idea. "Fluctuat nec mergitur" -It is tossed by the waves, but it does not sink- As a fish, mantas dance in strong waves, they find the flow and adapt. Manta is a fish with the biggest brain in the whole ocean. Huge in size yet harmless to their surrounding. Manta symbolizes substantial simplicity, strength, and humility. Manta has an ability to swim steadily through emotional waters. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🌊🌊🌊❤️❤️❤️ • Here is the story, Sigit said; "Everyone starts with an almost blank canvas. But look at us now; this all is an evidence that you've been living. - I mark this one as another life milestone, as manta-ray is able to swim slowly through emotional water, find the flow, and dance. Positive contribution in one's life by understanding differences. Manta becomes a symbol, an act as window through which you can see inside. As a mark of the soul. This tattoo artworks created by Kedai Tato Bahagia. Getting inked by Charlie is a journey; tell the concept and see the magic happens. He transfers into the image, a special draw created specifically for one person's stories. As an artist, Charlie simply puts his energy into his canvas, my body, with his soul and dedication to create the best he can do. a blend of idea and skills that he presented -respect-" • • • #tattoo #thunder #storm #tattoodesign #tattooartist #upperarmtattoo #tattoodesign #linework #fish #art #photooftheday #indonesia #darkclouds #jakartatattoo #amsterdam #dark #artist #waves #japan #japanesetattoo #hope #tradworkersubmission #tattooed #luck #clouds #mantaray #ocean #blackredworkbahagia #txttoo #tradworkers #sea (at Kedai Tato Bahagia)

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laputaindefrenchgirl · 7 years ago

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wild thoughts.

“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it” James Baldwin.

I didn’t feel like writing for weeks, because my ideas were blurred, nonsense more present than usual in my brain. Cue to that, I did a new tattoo (because inking yourself is the obvious answer to cure all your troubles away, right?) and visited the wonderful London. I went places, inside and out.

I probably drew more than ever, because I had so much to say, and words weren’t coming out of me ; not the way I wanted them to.

What I wrote on this blog, every single words, every posts, it’s the truest and purest part(s) of me. It rang real each time I read them. But someway, I’m changing, more and more, I guess it’s called growing up, and it’s just recently I found my pace increasing ; and I felt like I couldn’t keep up with that cadency.

My drawings are engaged, and so am I, and that’s OK. I found it so hard to stand by my ideas for the past year, may they be political, feministic or just intimate. You can’t really understand how it is possible to be committed to a cause or an idea until you meet persons who are as well. How to handle yourself along a greater cause. Unconsciously, I realized it was possible to stand by my ideas without sounding ignorant or selfish. Like, I feel that way and I can’t help it. It’s okay to be you, no matter what or who.

The struggle is real. People are dying for their ideas, were and still will sadly, so fighting for my ideas is the next logical step of my young naive, yet epic life. I love, harder. I used to feel like I hated too much, it was as if carrying some kind of anger in a part of me to keep going, but as I’m shifting into an older and hopefully wiser version of myself, I let go of my anger instantly through arts, and so the only feeling I feel as fiercely is love. I’m trying for real. Love only because love is the answer to everything and anything. LOVE.

Socials medias are a great medium to express all of the above. As much as I can see shitty news on my tv or through my feeds, I can choose to give away good vibes, messages of love, and to speak about how great it is to express your uniqueness with the world. “Be the change and the world will change”, stated recently Yoko Ono and I couldn’t agree more. I feel so insignificant sometimes. Basically, I just spend my days painting or writing and “What is the use?” a twisted reflection of me will whisper through the eyes of our society. But then I create some piece with all my guts, I post it on IG and I receive some crazy amazing feedbacks, and that’s it. That’s part of why I’m doing what I’m doing. I love so much the world that if I can spread a little vibe of that love, I’ve done my job. Being an artist is one of the most important job in the world. We create a vision, we share it, and we say “It’s okay to think differently”. There’s no logic, only love (see my latest tattoo) and that’s why I firmly believe it is our duty to be ourselves. There are sacrifices, and I feel misunderstood, yes.

So if you don’t feel worthy, then just believe it’s worth it. Just believe.

This sunday, I went to TFMIC4 where I met some part of the Teen Wolf cast, and as usual, I had the loveliest time ever. I had the kind of conversations that turn your heart/mind upside down, and that makes your take in humanity greater. There are so many precious souls out there. When I talk activism and feminism with Charlie (Carver), I know he gets it. He said “It’s okay to be a little angry sometimes”, and hell yes, let’s make our voices heard. Do not let the world take us for taken. Let’s be loud. But I don’t want to be bitter. I want to keep channeling the greatest part of me and be vulnerable, open minded. What is to great about these amazing people is that I just can speak my mind with them, and it’s okay, they see through me. I was happy to see Max Carver, Shelley Hennig and Linden Ashby again. Ian Bohen and I talked a few times and he’s really thoughtful, always asking about my arts and how I’m doing. So much love pouring out from all them. Victoria Moroles was such a babe. She came to me, all kindness and a warm smile, and said she would help me for a project I talked with Charlie. I just met the woman, and she offers her help. I can’t help but feel blessed in those moments.

Dylan Sprayberry remembered me from two years ago, and back then I barely said “hi!” to him, like man, okay can’t believe you do remember. I was a bit surprised. I found him extremely passionate and mature about his work. He’s really cool. He and Khylin Rhambo spent a few minutes asking and checking my original pieces of art in a meeting with around 20 persons, I was too stressed out to actually enjoy the moment I think. It was surreal and stressful and real. I loved that Dylan liked the heart shaped face I did last week, because this one was special to me and I just like when people like the weirdest drawings I do. I’m feeling like, “You’re a good one dude”. Khylin was super caring and interested in my work, he even asked me if I had a shop online. He’s man full of wisdom, I think he knows how lucky he is to live his passion. Victoria told me I was talented, and how happy she was we met, and I said “Duh, I’m just crazy.” which got her replying “Me too! Welcome to the Club!” and I laughed so hard before saying,

“We’re the best ones right?”

This is how I picture my 20s. Being surrounded by crazy talented people who are mad enough to believe in themselves. This is what I want, more than anything else. I hope that’s what I deserve. Time will tell. Let’s live.

#audreytheartiste

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unearthlydust · 8 years ago

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Sorry if this is a bother - but do you happen to have any fic recs for Bottom!Erik? Something obscure maybe, because I think I read through basically every major one and I'm not sure what to do with my life anymore now T_T (Not that I knew before)

Hi! :)

I could suggest you a few bottom!Erik fics that weren’t explicitly tagged as such on AO3 and a few others which you cannot find there, but you’ve probably read all of them so I’m really sorry in advance. :(

Nine Eleven Ten by Subtilior (WIP - Warning: Noncon)

Years later, Charles would remember that day. Sometimes he would wonder if he could have changed anything; other times he would despair over what he had since become. But he would always hold the image in his mind: Raven, laughing, and his thoughts flying alongside her on strong wings, silver-gold through the winter air. Once upon a time.

It’s not exactly a bottom!Erik fic, but it does happen in one chapter and it’s highly interesting considering all the things Erik did to Charles…

The boy with the heart on his sleeve by euphorbic

Charles loses a high-stakes bet to Raven and is required to get a tattoo. However, when he makes a disparaging remark about the art form, Raven’s acerbic mentor, Erik, steps in.

Or, the one where Erik and Raven are tattoo artists.

Hellfire (AU) by Cesare, helens78

A modern dystopia in which mutants are slaves.

Erik Lehnsherr has been searching for Sebastian Shaw for close to a decade, and the trail’s led him to an exclusive club that rents enslaved and collared mutants to wealthy humans for a variety of sexual uses. Posing there, he meets one of the club’s patrons, Charles Xavier, who isn’t what the club thinks he is, either. Is Charles going to be an ally, or is he going to stand in Erik’s way?

Jouissance by Anonymous

When the gun touched against Erik’s forehead, Charles felt his mind flare, sharp and hot like the metal was conducting electricity, passing sensation from Erik’s brain into Charles’s. He knew it was nothing of the sort, knew that his powers didn’t work that way, but the intensity of it nearly floored him. Charles took a deep, shaky breath and lowered the gun. Said, “I can’t.“

Coup by Anonymous (WIP - Warning: Dubcon)

Prompt: I’m tired of Alpha Charles always being a nice guy. I just want some filthy porn where omega Erik is in heat and instead of being understanding, Charles dubcons and fucks the shit out of Erik, and makes Erik admit how much Erik enjoys being fucked like the slutty little omega he is.

On the Scent by dedkake

The full moon is nearing and Charles decides to visit his neighbor.

Hot, Filthy, Perfect by jiluvsinging

Prompt: Basically, I just need some absolutely filthy, wash-you-mouth-out-with-soap dirty talk smut. Bonus points if Charles tops, is the one dishing out the dirty talk, and Erik absolutely loves it.

The Nature of Things by motleystitches (furius) (WIP - Warning: Noncon)

During a summoning, the demon Charles refuses enslavement. Instead, he becomes both the hurt and the comfort for Erik the Mage and later, Erik, the King of Genosha.

A Matched Set by ravenoftheninerealms

This is what you get when you question a telepath.

Charles, do you have any kinks?

A Good Lover by Charlie

For Erik, a good lover is someone who changes angles when he says ‘ow’.

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #bottom!erik #sub!erik #top!charles #dom!charles #cherik fic rec #unearthlydust replies

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higherxoplaces · 7 years ago

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Daddy Issues- I’d Run Away and Hide With You

I'd Runaway and Hide With You

A week passed since the incident at the school. I tried to disregard it but that flashing light always hung on the edge of my thoughts. Like now as I sat at work it replayed in my head and an uneasy knot pulled in my stomach.

"Ryan did you hear me?"

I looked up, my computer screen blank and Hale Ritter was in the doorway of my office. He was leaning against the door looking as purposefully disheveled as ever with a white t-shit and designer black jeans. If I didn't consider him like another brother I would have thought he was good looking. With tattoos and long hair he played up on the almost catchy bad-boy look. Hale was owner of Stick Me, Tattoos and Piercings, my boss and best friend. He was a brilliant tattoo artist but a terrible business owner. I took care of all administrative duties and because the shop was so small and exclusive I wore many hats. From secretary to accountant and everything in-between.

"Not at all," I said honestly with a sigh.

Hale came came fully in to my office now. "I asked if you were expecting a delivery, " He paused, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just feeling a little off," I had to think for a moment, my thoughts still slightly jumbled, "And no I didn't order anything. What came?" "Flowers. I thought you ordered them. I know how you like to put feminine touches around the shop."

I got up from my desk and followed Hale down stairs. Sure enough sitting on top of the reception desk was a large vase of lilies. "Did the guy say who they are from?" I asked.

"Nope just said 'Delivery for Ryan' and left. Got a secret admirer that I don't know about?" Hale joked.

I rolled my eyes and began inspecting the bouquet. There was no card or even something from the florist. "Maybe it's someone thanking you for their tattoo? Maybe that one chick who tried to get in your pants the whole time?"

"Maybe, but I feel like she would sent alcohol, lower my inhibitions. Besides it was addressed to you. They delivery guy probably just dropped the card and didn't notice."

"Like you need your inhibitions lowered any more," I scoffed, "They're pretty but can you move them, kinda looks like someone died."

Hale nodded and lifted the vase. Hale was a big guy standing at six foot four and spent a lot of his free time in the gym and even in his arms the bundle of lilies looked huge. "If people are going to start using flowers to thank me I should tell them I'm not the biggest fan of lilies," Hale called over his shoulder as he took the flowers in to the back room.

I started to boot up the tablet at the desk to get ready for the day. "I'm more of a daisy person my self," I called back, "My mom though, she loved lilies." Hale came back and leaned over the front of the reception desk so he was facing me. "So how are the girls?"

"Fine trying to get them situated for homecoming and keep up with their ever growing list of activities."

"Do you gotta leave early to pick them up today?"

"Nope," I said my attention now split between Hale and opening up the system, "They both have cheerleading after school, then Charlie has lacrosse and Stella has dance committee and then they are going to dinner with their friend Kellen and his family, so his dad will be picking them up after."

Hale whistled, "So you get the house to yourself for a few hours tonight, anything riveting planned."

"If you count bad MTV reality shows and laundry riveting."

"I don't. You should get out more," Hale said, "Just because you're raising two teenagers doesn't mean you are forty years old."

I looked up now, "I actually like nights at home. Normalcy is relaxing. It's my mothering nature that keeps you in business."

Hale pushed off the desk and held his hands up in mock offense, "I may be the bronze but I could also be the brains."

"So Mr. Brains when is you first appointment today?" I teased, knowing the schedule inside and out. He opened his mouth to say then quickly shut it. "In three minutes. Now go get you're sketch book because it's a consultation." He grumbled something under his breath like a child but I ignored it. Hale was generous and would give a tattoo to anyone who walked through the door and worry about payment later.

On queue the little bell over the door jingled and walked in the eleven o'clock consultation. It was that moment that Charlie texted me notifying me she lost her house key.

"Cain, Tallulah, I want you to promise me something."

I looked up at my mother from where my head rested in her lap. Cain, her and I sat in the tall, soft Mississippi grass. Her protruding belly warm against my cheek. Our mom always took time out of her day to read to us, To Kill a Mocking Bird was her favorite. I could see a new bruise blossoming just under the collar of her cotton dress.

"Anything," Cain spoke quietly, his fiddling with a stray weed halted.

"I want you to to always protect each other. And when your sisters come in to this world I want you to promise me that you will protect them with everything you've got." She brushed a stray piece of hair from my cheek.

"I will Mama," Cain said, his voice sounding too old for a thirteen year old boy.

I new these moments were the few that we didn't have to censor our selves. "Mama, is it bad to run away?"

The thought passed my lips before I really knew what I meant by it. But my mother did without having to ask. "Talullah, if it means going to safe place then sometimes running away is your only option. But you have to remember that whatever or whoever you are running from has legs too."

"Juliet, darling, what are you doing so far out here," The booming voice carried across the field.

Cain physically flinched. There was a tremor in his hands and he looked like he was going to vomit. I shot up, and without a conscience thought I angled myself in front of my mother. She however kept a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Just reading to the kids, Phillip," Her voice was level but far from calm. She was testing his temperament at the moment.

"It's hot out here. You should be in the house resting." He said advancing towards us. As he did I noticed he hid something behind his back. At the time I was surprised when he pulled lilies out, presenting them like they were a gift from God. "Plus you need to put these in water."

The charm that spewed from him could have fooled anyone. It even fool us when he first met my mother. But I focused on the dark inky bruise my mother had and remembered the numerous others before.

"Those are pretty," I said, not quiet understanding the sarcasm in my own voice at the time.

Philip ignored me completely, offering a hand to my mother. "Now come on so you can make dinner." He didn't need to heed the warning of what he would do if she didn't accept his flowers and go. The dark look in his eyes said enough. And like a switch he was back to the cold man. He knew how to use just enough charisma and fear to reign my mother in.

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