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[idea-explorer]

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[sexilene]

I need more 80's slasher!rafe plsss lene!! 😘

ohhhh shureee!!! 💞 sorry if there are any misspellings!

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, over stimulation, violence, death, spanking, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

"rafe, i'm tired my feet hurt and- i just wanna go home!"

"hey, i took you out on a nice date that you wanted me to take you on!" he yells, clearly frustrated at you. 

"i didn't even wanna go on a date with you! i only agreed to go with you because you won't take no for an answer and you'd kill any guy that talks to me!" you shout back. you shift you balance to the other leg making you trip on the uneven road with the stupid little heels he advised you didn't wear, telling you to 'just go comfortable'. you walk away from him when he doesn't answer and just looks at you furrowing his eyebrows and squinting his eyes.

"HEY! don't walk away from me when i'm talking to you!" he yells back much louder than before, causing you to freeze and almost twist your ankle with the way you halted. turning around to face him, his eyes meeting yours and not looking away as he stalks over to you. 

"you better watch your tone with me. don't ever say some shit like that again, take it back," he demands, staring down at you. he grabs your wrist with a bruising grip when you don't answer immediately. 

"let go-"

"nah, you know what? im gonna show you somethin'." he wraps his arm around your waist and picks you up over his shoulder, carrying you back to his truck. the silence of the small neighborhood is suddenly disrupted by your loud protests. yet nobody comes out to see what's causing the commotion because rafe has already thrown you into your seat and buckled you in. a knife gripped in one hand as he uses the other to drive, both of you sit in silence as he drives out into the middle of nowhere.

"rafe, where are we goin'?" you ask in a soft tone, hopefully, to get him to soften with you as well. 

"shut up." he doesn't look away from the road, eyes still focused straight ahead into darkness being slightly illuminated by the lights of his truck. 

rafe finally parks the truck just before the entrance of a dirt path so that the tire marks aren't printed on the dirt just in case. he leans over and unbuckles you, then gets out of the car to go around and help you out. 

"rafe i'm really sorry about what i said, i know you just want to spend time with me- but you're scaring me!" 

"jus' come with me." he holds onto your hand tightly, guiding you through the dark forest just before a swampy lake. 

"why are we here..." you whisper 

"i wanna show you somethin', baby look." he points to where an obviously pale dead body of a young man lay floating not too far from where you two are standing, left to be eaten by gators. 

"oh my god..." you cover your mouth with your hand, looking up at rafe with teary eyes. 

"that's the asshole who'd perv around the girl's locker rooms-"

"oh my god rafe!"

"no hey- i'm not done. he's also the asshole who had creepy little pictures of you taped in his locker, did you know that?" he maneuvers his hands around to grab onto the sides of your face to get you to look up at him. 

"i got him to drive here, n'i got rid of him for you babyface, because i'm a good boyfriend right?" 

"you did this today?" you whisper.

"right before our date..." he whispers back.

you can bring yourself to do anything, tears rolling down your cheeks, he sighs and lets go of your face, running his hands through his hair. your body acting faster than your mind, taking the opportunity to make a run for it and find a way to call for help not even knowing what you are doing anymore. 

"jesus, you better get back here now!!! i'm not in the mood to play around!!" he shouts, pulling his knife out of his pocket and already chasing after you. you run as fast as you really can with the heels, heart beating so loud that's all you can hear. 

tripping over your heels again, your knees hit the dirt. you quickly throw off the heels leaving your white filly lace socks to get dirtied. 

"little bitch, didn't i tell you not to wear those stupid little heels....hmm?"

you shut your eyes after hearing his voice, knowing it's too late now. he bends down to you on the floor and lifts your chin up with the tip of his knife. tsking when he meets your eyes, manhandling you on your hands and knees, lifting your little skirt, and cutting off your panties making you shiver at how the cold air of the night hits your bare pussy. 

"rafe- no! m'sorry...m'really sorry!!" you whimper, closing your eyes shut when you feel his bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh. 

"have'ta put you in your place, cause like where the fuck do you get off runnin' away from me like that huh?" 

"i said i was sorry, please!" you sob, though you don't see him, rafe nods and presses the side of your face down into the dirt and pulls his thick hard cock out to press against your entrance. you scream when you start to feel the stretch, tears continuing to run down your face. to shut you up he stops for a second and stuffs your torn panties into your mouth to muffle your screams, then goes back to pushing himself in balls deep. 

"better quit it with the attitude, that's not how good girls are supposed to act. can't you see how much i love you? i kill for you princess and all i get in return is your fucking attitude?!!" he scoffs with a laugh, now starting a brutal pace, pounding into your poor puffy cunt with no time to really adjust to his size.

"jus' want you to be my good girl 'n listen to me cause i know what's best for you."

the only thing heard is the sound of his balls slapping against your clit, his groans, and your pathetic whimpers muffled by the piece of cloth in your mouth. a loud smack then ringing in your ears as he slaps your ass so hard it burns and leaves a sting that lingers when he grips the flesh in his big rough hands. you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your pussy around him, screaming around the gag. he shushes you with an "easy girl, eaaasy" and smacks the same spot again, feeling how your ass cheek starts to get hot due to his assault.

"you gonna be good now? hm?" he taunts, taking the panties covered in your drool out of your mouth. 

"yes-yes! yes rafe, m'sorry." you breathe out, your hands clawing at the grass and dirt. 

“i know, i know...thaaaat's my girl, cream all over me." he can feel how close you are and how your cunt is starting to pulse around him harder. he reaches his arm around your waist and brings his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit making your eyes roll back and immediately cum all over his fat cock, squeezing him and leaving a white ring on the base of his dick.

 "atta girl." he doesn't lessen the assault on your body, continuing to pound into you and rub your clit to overstimulate you, causing you to weakly thrash around. 

"when you struggle it jus' makes your pussy tighter princess." he grips your hips to keep you from moving around too much, feeling like he can barely move at how tight you are clamping down on him. 

"stop- no more rafey, no more i can't." you mewl. 

"shhhh, juuus' one more i know you can do it baby."

he rams into you, his cock so thick stretching you out, you're moaning at how warm and good he feels in you that your brain just shuts off. 

"tell me you love me n' i'll let you cum. wanna hear you say it." he stops rubbing your clit and pulls your hips to be closer to him.

"can't- can't!!!" you whine all cock drunk.

"no, i know you can. c'mon..." he grunts and pushes your face into the dirt, keeping you there.

"i love- i love you rafe, love you so much!" you scream when you feel the bulge in your tummy and his tip kissing your cervix. 

"i love you too baby." satisfied he brings his hand back to rub your clit hard and fast. you moan out with your mouth open in an o shape, you cum for the second time. your hear your heartbeat in your ears as he spreads your ass painfully with a rough grip to watch how his cock goes in and out of your twitching cunt. 

"such a pretty pussy..." he grins, he pushes in one last time hard and fills you to the brim with his cum. panting he pulls out letting his cum drool out of your spent hole and that's the last thing you remember before losing all feeling and passing out. 

[southerngothicchic]

Clear, Blue Morning

This is a continuation of 'Promises in the Dark,' but it could also be read as a stand-alone

18+

'Promise me that you'll always be mine...'

Gator's words echo in your mind as you lean against the desk. It's been hours since he left, and it's all you can think about. That and how his lips felt on yours, when he kissed you soft and slow.

There was something so earnest about him, and how he looked at you. You could see the longing in his eyes, not just for affection, but for so much more. You wanted to give him everything he craved, and now you could.

The first glimmers from the distant sunrise catch your eye as you glance up and look through the dirty window. Your shift was mercifully over, and all you wanted, aside from a shower and possibly a nap, was to see your new boyfriend.

As if right on cue, you then see a familiar police car pull into the empty parking lot. You smile, before hurrying into the office to throw on your coat and grab your purse.

After walking back into the lobby, you glance back out the window to see Gator leaning against the car's fender, with vape in hand. You shake your head as you open the creaky, glass door and step out into the frigid morning.

As you're locking the door, you feel him wrap his arms around your waist, making you giggle.

"Mornin' honey," he greets, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," you reply, turning your head to the side.

He pulls away only so you can turn around, to face him.

You both just gaze at each other, with saccharine smiles. His hand cups your cheek as he leans in for a kiss. You, in turn, wrap your arms around his neck, enjoying the warmth of his body.

"Lets get ya out of the cold, you're already shivering again."

You smile up at him and nod before he guides you to the passenger side of his patrol car.

He opens the door and once you climb in, he jogs over to the driver's side and gets in.

He glances over at you, sweetly, before putting the car in gear and slowly backing out of the makeshift parking space.

"So, uh, do ya have anywhere in particular you wanna go or...?" He asks, looking to you, as the car idles near the road.

"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't mind running me home first so I could take a quick shower and change..." you say, slightly cringing.

"Oh, yeah, I can do that," he smiles, thinking how his morning just got even better.

"Thanks," you breathe, also with a smile.

You then lean over and press your lips to his cheek, before he pulls onto the desolate highway.

As you direct him to your house, he reaches over to hold your hand, as much as he can with how crowded the center console is. He feels how cold your hand still is and squeezes it, making you blush.

He soon turns onto your quiet street and parks in the driveway of your modest house. After shutting off the engine, you flash him a smile, before reaching for the door.

"Hey, wait," he softly says, wrapping his hand around your wrist.

You turn towards him again, and let him pull you closer.

He leans forward to press his lips to yours. You smile into his kiss, bringing your hand up to his cheek.

"Just had to do that again," he breathes, against your lips.

He follows you up the short walkway, to your front door. He slips his hand into yours again, in case you happen to slip on the icy concrete. You retrieve your house keys from your purse and fumble trying to unlock the door.

Once inside, you take off your coat and toss it and your purse onto the nearby purple loveseat.

"Make yourself at home, and help yourself to anything in the kitchen," you say, smiling up at him. "I'll try not to take too long."

He nods, before you pull him to you for a quick kiss. His eyes linger on you as he watches you disappear down the hallway.

"Who's a fuckin' winner now?" He mutters, with a crooked smile.

He crosses the short distance to the couch and takes off his Sheriff's vest, and thigh holster. He places them on the cushion before taking off his jacket. He then sits to unlace his boots.

His once heavy footsteps now quieted as he walks towards the back of the house. The floorboards creak with every other step, as he makes his way to the room at the end of the hallway-your bedroom.

The door is already slightly ajar, so he pushes it the rest of the way open and walks inside.

He looks around the room, admiring your eclectic taste in decor. He then stalks over to your dresser, his eyes traveling the various things on display, when his gaze lingers on a framed photo of you and your parents. You look to be about twelve in it, and the three of you look so happy, it actually makes his heart ache.

Suddenly, he feels robbed of memories like this, yet grateful that you were able to have them.

He then turns his attention to your bed and saunters to it. He runs his fingers along your plush comforter, smirking, remembering the times when he imagined what your bed would look like. He plants himself on it and waits for you.

After emerging from the shower, you wrap yourself in your faded blue robe and go to wipe excess steam from the mirror. It's then you notice the dark purple bruise on your neck. You sigh, before opening the bathroom door and walking the short distance to your room.

You then freeze in place when you see Gator sitting on your bed.

"Hi," you greet, timidly meeting his gaze.

"Come over here so I can get a better look at ya," he says, motioning for you to come to him.

You walk closer to him, standing between his spread legs. His hands rest on your hips as he looks up at you.

"I didn't really get to see you last night, with how dark it was..." he begins, his fingers toying with the sash on your robe.

His eyes remain on yours as he unties it, pushing it open to expose your chest.

"This is like Christmas morning, but much better," he grins, as his eyes now pour over you.

He then buries his face in your breasts, with his large hand slinking around your back, pushing you closer to him. He inhales the sweet scent of your body wash and groans.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he breathes, his voice almost muffled as he kisses across the top of your breast.

You sigh so delicately as his mouth moves lower, his tongue swirling around your nipple. Your back arches, pushing more of you into his mouth.

He moans at how you react to his touch, his kiss. If he wasn't in love with you before, he definitely is now.

"Gator..." you sigh, as your hands cradle his face.

He glances up at you, pulling himself away from your chest.

"I've been aching for you all night..." he begins, sneaking both hands under your robe to roughly squeeze your ass, making you gasp.

He then moves his hands upwards, pressing his palms against your back.

"I need to fuck ya again, honey, or I won't be able to think straight," he continues, leaning forward again to nuzzle his nose into your chest.

You tilt his chin up before leaning in to press your lips to his.

"Take off your clothes then, handsome," you softly say, before stepping back and letting your robe fall to the floor.

His eyes hungrily roam your body as he quickly stands and pulls his tight, black shirt over his head. Once he frees himself from his camo pants and boxers, he reaches for you, but you pull away and point to the bed.

He smirks as he lays on your bed, with his hand lazily stroking himself. You climb onto the bed then straddle his lap. You teasingly grind yourself against him, as his hand falls to his side.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as you wrap your hand around him, slightly squeezing.

"Fuck..." he exhales when you finally sink down onto him.

You brace your hands on his chest, your fingertips grasping at his chest hair, as you start to move your hips.

"Oh, baby...you're so fuckin' tight," he breathes, as he tries thrusting up into you.

You sigh his name as you momentarily slow your movements to let him fuck you. His hands tighten their grip on your hips as you just whimper incoherently.

"Bet I'm the biggest you've ever had right?" He asks, breathless.

"Y-Yeah, you are...fuck..." you sigh, throwing your head back, your hips now moving on their own.

"That's it, honey...shit...fuck me just like that," he pants, letting you fully bounce on him.

Loud, obnoxious moans echo throughout the room from you both as you chase your releases. When your thighs start to burn and your movements slow, Gator flips you onto your back and continues pounding into you. Your nails claw his back as he grunts above you.

"Best pussy I've ever had...it's so fuckin' good and it's mine now, right?"

"Its yours, all yours...just don't stop, please..." you answer, between little moans.

It's all you can manage as the weight of his body feels like it's suffocating you in the best way.

"I'm never gonna stop fuckin' you baby, gonna want you forever..." he breathes, before pressing his lips to yours, roughly.

He moans into your mouth as he finally reaches his climax. His hips still as he fills you with his seed. His release triggers your own as he's still moaning above you. You breathily moan his name, as you come down from your euphoric high.

Your hands find his face as you pull him back to you for a series of messy kisses.

"I really like you," he breathes, against your lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

" I know, it's kind of obvious," you laugh, as he glares at you. "I really like you, too."

"Its almost like we should be a couple or somethin'," he smiles.

"Yeah, almost," you smile, in return.

He nuzzles his nose against yours, while you feel yourself blushing from his tenderness.

"So, can we get breakfast now?" You ask, gazing up at him, before he smiles and kisses you again.

[fictionkinfessions]

Scooby never really saw me as "human". Like, yeah, I was physically human, but I was also otherkin. The rest of the gang was super cool about it (I think because we grew up together and I was always a bit Weird so they were kind of just like "well so what our friend is secretly a fox/wolf/ferret, they're our friend and we've kind of always known anyway") but they were the only ones who knew. Other people knew I was Weird but obviously I hid a lot of my weirder behavior around other people until we were out on the road traveling and solving mysteries away from Crystal Cove.

But it was Scooby who was the most species-affirming, he'd always get a bit confused when people treated me like a human and he kinda thought I went out to the Mystery Machine with him when he wasn't allowed to stay in the Drowsy Gator because of the "no dogs" rule and not because I was told I'd have to sleep with the girls because I looked like a girl to the proprietor and I decided screw that, I'm not doing that (Daphne and Velma were cool with it but I felt weird about it, like I was intruding since I wasn't a girl).

Being noncanon sucks, but I'm kinda glad I'm noncanon in this case because I wouldn't have been portrayed accurately if I wasn't. They wouldn't have had the guts to demonstrate a real otherkin character who isn't a walking joke. Especially if we go back to older iterations of my source, I love what it was for my childhood in this life but I know it is a product of its time.

[southern-god1]

The Pale Rider

“And I looked and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.”

Revelations 6:8

The motorcycle rolled toward the bar, the headlight piercing the dark like a searchlight. The radio played an old song from the 1940s, “Dream A Little Dream of Me”, and the rider hummed along. The sleek pale green motorcycle slid to a halt, the music died, and gravel crunched under the rider’s boots as he walked to the door. He strode into the bar and took a seat at the counter, flagging down the bartender.

“Sazerac, with absinthe if you’ve got it, and Peyhcard’s bitters.”

His voice had a distinctive accent, something which drew the attention of the man beside him: a thin but cute local named Eric. Eric tried to look at the stranger without drawing too much attention: he was quite tall, handsome, and pleasingly scruffy. He wore a pair of jeans that showed off his ass and a pair of nice boots. 

Taking a sip of his Sazerac, the stranger ‘s intense green eyes flicked over to glance at him through the corner of his eyes, as though feeling Eric’s gaze. He turned to face him, drink in hand. 

“See something ya like, ma chere?”

The strangers accent clearly marked him as a New Orleanian, and he smiled. Eric’s palms got sweaty, and he nervously nodded.

“Um…uh, yeah. W-we don’t many people who can speak French in here.”

The stranger chuckled.

“Well now you have. What’s your name, you precious little thing?”

Eric’s cheeks turned beet red.

“I’m Eric, who are you?”

“My name is Rhett, ma chere. Rhett Delacroix, humbly at your service.”

He offered a mock bow, as best he could from the barstool, which made Eric laugh. 

“Are you from New Orleans?”

Rhett’s response was sarcastic.

“Your certainly quick on the uptake. What gave me away? The accent? The French? Or my smoldering sex appeal? But yes, I am, my little snow bunny.”

Eric was immediately confused.

“Snow bunny?”

“It’s what we call those of you from up north. Think of it as a term of endearment.”

“What brings you up this way my…swamp gator?”

Rhett laughed aloud, amused by the awkward attempt at making an equivalent phrase.

“Ha-ha! I’m here on business. I know a guy, who knows a guy, who has something I want to buy. But enough about that…I’d like to get to know you better, my cute little snow bunny…can I buy you a drink?”

Cute? Eric beamed inside. Hot guys like Rhett hardly ever looked his way, let alone called him cute or offered to buy him a drink. He agreed. 

-

After a few more drinks, Rhett suggested they go somewhere more private. Eric was too smitten -and slightly drunk- to disagree. Rhett headed toward his motorcycle, only for Eric to frown and complain that there was nowhere for him to sit. Rhett sighed and hopped in Eric’s car. It was a tight fit, and Rhett insisted on driving. 

“But you don’t know where I live.”

“I know. We ain’t going where you live.”

“What?”

“Calm down little snow bunny - I told ya, I know a guy. Got me a nice motel room up the road."

Rhett set off driving, quickly changing the radio station from the news to the local country station. He drove until they reached a seedy motel, where Rhett was supposedly staying. He actually wasn’t, but Eric didn’t need to know that. He spied a vacant room, and with a quick, effortless little application of power, had conjured a skeleton key and unlocked it. 

“Get on the bed and undress. I’ll be right there…”

Eric eagerly began to strip as Rhett strode into the bathroom. Rhett Delacroix, codename “Pale Rider" gazed at himself in the mirror for a moment, mentally preparing for what was about to happen. Fucking a snow bunny was hardly fun, but maybe this one would be different. He was looking forward to what was going to happen afterward more than the sex, in any case.

By the time he had pissed and washed up, Eric had already undressed and was posing in what he mistakenly assumed was a sexy pose. Rhett smirked and decided to assert himself as the one in charge of this little encounter. He growled out.

“Turn around. Your ass is mine.”

Eric seemed pleased by this dominant turn…that was good, since there was more of that to come. Rhett peeled off his jeans and boxers, tossing his shirt off onto a lamp, but left his boots on. In a flash, he was on top of Eric. 

“Now, my little snow bunny…. you’ve never been with a real man before. This’ll probably hurt.”

He grinned and without further ado, began to mercilessly fuck Eric’s tight ass with his 9-inch cock. His scruffy chin rubbed against the back of Eric’s chin, his ear. Eric was clearly in pain, but also clearly enjoying this, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. Rhett could sense his little fuckbuddy was already getting close. Damn this boy was pent up…and tight. He grinned and began to fuck harder, getting closer himself. He grinned and began to whisper in Eric’s ear.

“You love this don’t you? You like being used by a real man? Do you wanna feel this way every day? Give yourself up to me. Everything. Your love. Your soul. Your heart. Every. Fucking. Thing. Will you do that, my little snow bunny?”

He punctuated every period with another hard thrust, and he smirked as Eric let out a cry that was halfway between a cry and a yes, and came, staining the sheets with his cum. That was close enough to a yes for Rhett, and he came as well, filling Eric’s tight ass with a load of his hot, salty Southern cum. He immediately pulled out of Eric’s ass. He snapped his fingers and immediately he was clean and fully clothed again. Eric stared in confusion as he turned out, still groaning in the hazy afterglow of sex. 

-

Eric was confused. How was Rhett dressed already. That was so fast.

“L-leaving already?”

“Yes, but don’t worry…we aren’t about to part ways just yet.”

Because Eric could ask what he meant, Rhett’s eyes - so briefly it must have been a trick of the light- flashed a blood red, a stainless white, and a brilliant blue, before returning to their normal color. His hand was doing something complex, rapidly moving. Eric was instantly frozen. He couldn’t move or make a sound. An intense heat began to build up in his chest, rapidly enveloping his entire body. Then he saw the knife in Rhett’s hand, something intricate and bearing strange icons engraved on the blade. Eric frantically screamed, but his screams only bounced around inside his skull. 

“Don’t worry. I ain’t gonna kill ya…I’m hardly The Axeman, not like some of my friends who enjoy killing y’all. I think that’s pretty stupid. Waste of a good soul. No no, I’m just gonna extract and bind your soul. Now…just like I said before…this’ll probably hurt.”

With a smirk, Rhett strode around to behind Eric and with a single, obviously practiced motion, slit both of his carotids. Yet no blood flowed out, as it normally would. Eric felt something leave his body, and seemingly hover before Rhett - but he still felt his body, dimly. 

Rhett’s eyes flashed again and with a few more hand gestures, Eric’s soul began to compress and thin out, becoming powdery, wrapped up in a white and brown bit of paper. Rhett reached out and let the cigarette fall into his waiting palm. Eric could see all this happening, feel himself hitting the warm palm, being plucked up by two fingers. With a smile, Rhett reached into his back pocket and pulled out an engraved cigarette case and tucked Eric in with several others. These were not just cigarettes -at least not the kind one casually smoked; if he wanted a smoke, he had a pack in his other pocket. No, these were special. Rhett’s more complex spells and magic sometimes required souls, or sacrifices. Quite simply, Yankees weren’t always around when you needed them, and the cleanup after a sacrifice was…just so tedious. By trapping their souls as cigarettes and smoking them into oblivion whenever a soul was needed, he bypassed the need for a direct sacrifice. Now…to deal with the body.

Despite being sealed in the darkness of the cigarette case, Eric still had a connection to his body, however faintly. He still felt the intense heat, still filling every inch of his body. Eric felt himself start to shrink, dimly seeing the hunky New Orleans stud seemingly grow bigger. His body began to feel strange. His tongue shot out, stretching over his head and turning brown, as his hair, stretched over his outstretched tongue, became long and stringy, tipped with little plastic aglets. Within seconds, his face began to flatten out, and his body began to contort, painfully, bones snapping before being remade. Everything grew dark, and he felt Rhett’s strong hands grab him and give a strong tug, yanking some part of him apart. 

Rhett reached down and yanked the newly formed pair of boots apart, tearing apart the thin layer of leather still connecting the two new boots. He pulled them on and tied the laces that used to be Eric’s hair, his tongue now the tongue of the boots. He grinned and rubbed his foot into his face, now the sole. He took his first steps and Eric practically exploded in pain and pleasure; almost as though he was being fucked again. Rhett had offered to let him feel like that every day, and the two had agreed to a verbal contract. Rhett was a man of his word. He was especially happy he had tricked the Yankee into signing away his own soul. He strode out of the motel room, and with a snap of his fingers, erased any DNA or fingerprints, locking the door again and evaporating the cum. There was the roar of an engine as his motorcycle rolled up into the parking lot by itself. 

Let’s see…DNA, fingerprints, cum…ah yes, the snow bunny’s stupid smart car was the only thing left to destroy. As he strode over to his bike, his eyes flashed as he casually shrank Eric’s smart car down to the size of a toy. He hopped on his bike and made sure to drive over the puny car, the bike tire completely obliterating it as he drove off. Rhett felt Eric vibrating with pleasure as he drove, and grinned. This had been a good night. Another soul cigarette ready for when he needed it, and a new pair of boots.  He began to drive south. He had a party to get to; a fellow stud from New Orleans named Alexandre Frost was throwing a party and Rhett would rather hang than miss one of those parties. Maybe he’d call the rest of the team to make a surprise appearance, really make the party memorable. For now, he flicked on the radio and was pleased to hear Elvis. Heartbreak Hotel played softly as the Pale Rider headed south, vanishing into the night. 

My first attempt at a story with the Southern Avengers! I decided to focus on Pale Rider, the team magician and occultist. He keeps Yankee souls in cigarettes as a convenient way of having souls ready for sacrificing at any time; though he's not averse to slitting a throat. I was going to include some more Lovecraftian influences, but I felt madness didn't exactly pair well with this story, which focuses on seduction and manipulation. Also a lot less direct domination here.

Frost, refrerenced at the end of the story, is one of the characters used by @idesofrevolution; he's an excellent TFer who helped me make Rhett a bit more authentic as a person from New Orleans; he introduced me to some stuff like "snow bunny" being used rather than Yankee. Go check out his stuff! Also, the Axeman is not a team member of the Southern Avengers, he's a New Orleans serial killer from 1918 who loved jazz. I figured I'd toss in another nod to New Orleans history while I was at it.

Hope y'all like it! I hope to potentially explore more of Rhett and his teammates later on! Comments and feedback are always appreciated.

[classymurderteddy]

Random Headcanon, Because The First Chapter Of My Security Breach Story is Now Finished-

! TW : Mentions of self-harm below the line !

Monty has self esteem issues- : )

Like .. really badly-

And Roxy makes it worse. Not that he ever lets anything other than a tough rockstar persona slip with anyone else around.

But when he's alone, he constantly berates himself over every little perceived mistake. The slightest misstep that show? Terrible. Coming close to hitting a sour note? How dare he? Alongside that, his hands hardly ever have true feeling in them anymore because he constantly claws at his wrists. Always deep enough to where he can just, feel something that he thinks is real. Because he knows the others only tolerate him; they only pretend to want him around. Every feeling other than what he can inflict upon himself is fake to him.

Now, obviously, what he thinks the others think about him isn't true. But not like anything could convince him. He honestly doesn't know how to feel any other way. He's just felt like this all his existence, and old habits die hard.

All in all, this poor gator could do good in seeing a therapist-

In case y'all wanna check the story out-

Feel free to read on either site, it makes no difference-

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Incidents

Summary:There's been a few...deadly incidents in the pizzeria lately

Type:Scenario:Horror/gore:Staff members & Animtroics

Version: Security Breach

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There had been a series of unfortunate events throughout the month. It all started with sun, and it got progressively worse and worse, deadly.

New incident. Daycare attendant, SunDrop. Child Sickness. Reported by: Jared.

It was going good, the new prototype animtrionc, SunDrop, the daycare attendant. He didn't know everything, and what was and wasn't safe for children. But he wasn't terrible. Either way, a few staff members stayed around just in case. The kids weren't smart. They held the glitter glue, holding it up to the sun and giggling as they asked him if they could have the glitter glue. Of course, he gave it to them. Sun giggled at their question, making the children around him giggle with him. The child with the glitter glue held it up to their face, unscrewing the lid and staring to drink it. Sun seemed alarmed but didn't take the glue. Sun picked up the child up to take them to the center of the room with the other kids, but the child started coughing, gagging, and throwing up on Sun, which caused him to panic and his programming to glitch from the fluids on him. Run rushed to the staff members with the kid in hand. They panicked as well but took the kid to the first aid station to get him cleaned up and checked out. The kid was fine, but the parents weren't too happy with the staff and sun.

New incident. Golf Course Mascot, Montgomery Gator. Programming. Reported by: Lewis.

Montgomery Gator has been the golf course Mascot for a few weeks, we're planning on changing him to one of the bass players with Bonnie. Montgomery has been hanging out a lot in Gator golf. He's been playing golf non-stop. Possibly because of his programming. But lately, he's been getting more aggressive and angry when he messes up. He's becoming a perfectionist like Roxanne Wolf, possibly learning it from her programming, even though she shouldn't be a perfectionist either. Yesterday, we found Montgomery next to a broken arcade machine seemingly upset. We believe he is the one who broke it, which is why he was standing next to it. Today, he was more aggressive and angry at the guests, now pushing his perfectionism onto them and getting mad when they messed up. This error must be fixed immediately.

New incident. Keytar player, Roxanne wolf. Staff Endangerment. Reported by: Jared.

Roxy race way was in the works. Large payments are being paid to get this new part of the pizzeria built in time, with no accidents, of course. The staff had Roxanne wolf in the construction sight with them, having her help them out with some designs and ideas. Of course, Roxanne Wolf was glad to help. After some talking and designing, they let her go back to the stage for the day. Roxanne was a little upset but left without complaint. The next day, they decided to teach Roxanne how to drive the race car. She followed the instructions, but her program didn't get it quite right. She was able to drive around the track once, but she couldn't stop. One of the workers came in to help, trying it tell her which button to press and get her to stop. Roxanne looked away from the road, looking down at the buttons, not seeing the staff employee in her way. She hit him directly. Luckily, he got out with a broken leg and a few minor scratches, it was the exact reason she wasn't going as fast as the race way was intended. Roxanne Wolf panicked, her safety mode screaming at her to help him, but her program caused her to freeze and stare at him. The other employee rushed over and helped the guy up and quickly called an abundance. The injured staff member did not sue, but did take a temporary break to fully heal before coming back, saying he shouldn't have been in the way in the first place.

New Incident. Bass player, Montgomery Gator. Staff endangerment. Reported by: Jared.

Montgomery Gator's temper has not been fixed. He is only getting worse, and I am worried for the other staff members who work with him and the customers. This evening, we sent a staff member to calm him down after a show, but we didn't hear from him in 10 minutes when it was supposed to only be 5 minutes. When we looked on the cameras, we found the staff severely injured with a very angry Montgomery Gator destroying things in his room. The staff member had serval broken bones and was bleeding everywhere. His injuries were from Montgomery. He used his large claws and strength to cut and throw the staff member, causing serval injuries to bloom. The staff member was hospitalized for about a month to make a full recovery, and surprisingly, I didn't sue the company, but rather demanded we pay for any medical bill and got the Gator fixed. We paid the bills and are currently working on fixing Montgomery's temper.

New incident. Guitar Player, Glamrock Chica. Staff endangerment. Reported by: Jared.

Glamrock Chica has been eating an overwhelming amount of good and trash, it has been over running her systems and causing several issues with her programming. I am horrified after what I witnessed. Chica was eating garbage, me and another staff member were assigned to her to clean up her mess and get her away from the trash. I'm glad I wasn't near her. The moment the other staff member, I think his name was George? Touched her shoulder she lunched at him. Biting a chunk out of his leg before biting his neck. She was like a fucking zombie! She ate him! Tearing through his clothes and stomach, digging her beak into his skin, nipping at his fat. She's a monster! They all are! I can't finish this. I quit!

New incident. The DJ/Bouncer, DJ Music Man. Child Death. Reported by: Lewis.

The DJ had been working well. He didn't have a voice box because of how large he was, and he would randomly switch to bouncer mode, which we are trying to fix. His bouncer mode was the reason for this incident. The DJ's programming malfunctioned during one of his songs, causing him to stop the music and move to step off the stage. The DJ's foot(hand?) landed on at least three children, crushing each one instantly. I swore I heard them scream. The children were unreasonable, and we had to deactivate the DJ before anything else happened. The parents couldn't sue us due to not having any evidence or proof that it was there child that was crushed by the DJ. But we had a long talk with the police. The cleaners said that the skin was the hardest thing to get off the floor, they had to use a scraper for about 5 minutes to get even a single peice of flesh off the floor, and getting it off the DJ's foot was even harder.

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[A/n:Its not as gruesome or horrorish because I wanted to write it in more of a lawsuit or complaint kinda way. But let me know if you want to see any of these little incidents written out. I already plan on doing the DJ's in a full story 😊. I hope you enjoyed]

[cha0tician]

:3

⚡- Does this OC have any unusual or irrational fears?

📓- So you associate any quotes or lyrics with this OC?

🍁- Favorite season and why?

Snowdrop- What is something your OC loves, and what do they hate?

thank you bestie 😭😭😭

⚡️ unusual / irrational fears : people interpret his aversion to being unmasked as irrational, given that no one at all has seen his face. that they know of. and that's just excessive. he avoids common areas where he'd be expected to unmask, like cafeterias and locker rooms. some people assume his face is disfigured in some way, some think he's just very into his role, some think it's for attention [eddie guerrero, for example, cites this while trying to rip it off of him], and some forget that that's not his face they're looking at [such as regal]

📓quotes / lyrics : so i actually have two playlists for him [and regal], one that's everything that reminds me of them and one that's specifically era accurate. i think the entirety of "i think we're alone now" is Very dragon coded. there's also a lot of "look but don't touch" esque lines across the whole playlist [pagan lovesong, i think i'm paranoid, hologram] so i definitely affiliate that with him even though he's decidedly a very tactile person. look all you want at the mask, you aren't going to touch the real thing

🍁 season : summer. hes loves to go to the beach, especially before he got his very identifiable full arm blackout tattoos. he'll still go and do the gator pose in the water, but probably with big sunglasses on hand just in case anyone gets too close

snowdrop : love / hate. he loves his shitty truck. he doesn't fly anywhere if he can help it, which seems strange to people since he's a dragon, but it's cause he feels more free on the road. he does all the work on it, some jobs more... creative. than others.

and he hates batista. even i'm not sure why. it's on sight with them, all the time. the story depends on who they're telling it to: they were at the wild samoan training center together and were rivals, one botched a move and injured the other in wxw, one stole the other's car and maybe also crashed it, there was a girl, the list is really endless.

like on the list of people he hates its 3) bischoff for being the piece of shit he is to everyone but especially eugene; 2) hunter for his entire personality, brutalizing regal that one time specifically, and again for eugene; 1) batista and he will tell you all about it and then tell you more that contradicts his first statements the following day. the boys have nothing to do with it. the fact he's in evolution has nothing to do with it. it's batista. and its completely mutual.

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 27: Family Matters

The morning sun glows pink over the rocky roads. Over at the Crew's base camp, Luigi and Pomni are tending to the rig while Meggy and Uzi guard the Gator Brothers. Ragatha and Saturday arrive on the scene and begin their interrogation.

Ragatha: Alright Mister Gummigoo, let's start from the beginning. What brought you into the Outlaw Business?

Gummigoo: It's just a matter of circumstance. Times tend to get tough when you live so far from the capital, especially in the dry season.

Ragatha: And that's why you've become friends with Chewmaw?

Gummigoo is silent for a moment as he shoots a scathing glare at Ragatha.

Gummigoo: We're NOT friends. If I could I'd have nothing to do with the bastard.

Saturday: Then why help him? You may be a ruffian, but you always do it your way.

Gummigoo: I did....... until our town's stores got snagged by some Honeypotters.

Chad: Mum tried to help bug em off and got her leg gnarled. Others got it worse.

Max: Yeah. We started Syrup Running for Chewmaw so we could take a little extra for her and the town.

Gummigoo: It's also to keep Chewmaw from targeting the town. With the state it's in, a small band would be more than enough to wipe it off the map. Bandits are less likely to attack a town they think is already under their control.

Ragatha begins to show a little pity, but Saturday is a bit cautious. She's seen first hand how effective he is at crafting a good story to help get his way, true or otherwise.

Saturday: Where is this hometown of yours?

Max: Just north of here. Straight shot.

Chad: We can get there by noon with your rig.

Saturday: Alright........ here's what we're gonna do. We'll escort you and the tanker to this town of yours and see if your claims are true.

Gummigoo: Fine by me. Keep in mind that Chewmaw likely knows you're back by now, and he'll have his men on the lookout for your rig. Best you take the tanker when you head into town.

Saturday: Hm............

Crocodile: Croc's honor, I am telling you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

A tense silence hangs in the air as the two stare each other down.

Saturday: ..........Fine. We'll escort you in the tanker.

Tari had just exited the trailer as Saturday points to her.

Saturday: Tari, you'll drive the tanker into town. Spletzer and Emo Girl will be your lookout.

Uzi: I have a name, you know.

Saturday: Ragatha, you stay with the others and keep the rig out of sight, but make sure you're still close by in case you're needed.

Ragatha: Yes Ma'am.

Saturday: Germaine.......

Gummigoo looks up with a smirk. He didn't expect her to use his first name like that.

Saturday: Don't do anything stupid.

Gummigoo: Heh......... will do, Loo.

A few hours later and the high noon sun hangs above a local shanty town. The tanker enters through the front gates and Tari maneuvers the tanker between the buildings as the group gets a good look at the place........ which has clearly seen better days. Many of the buildings are riddled with scratch and claw marks, and the local woodwork shop is still busy making caskets. Every now and then you can see an insectoid husk with a fractured opalescent abdomen. It looks like Gummigoo's story rang true.

Gummigoo: Park the tanker outside the hospital.

The tanker pulls in front of a weathered hospital building. Through the front doors comes an Orange-Blue octopus with a doctor's stethoscope and a pair of glasses. Loolilalu steps down from the tanker, along with Gummigoo who still has his hands tied.

Gummigoo: Good afternoon, Otto.

Otto: Mr. Gummigoo, fancy seeing you with.........Lady Bonbon! I was not aware of your return to the Sweetlands. Welcome to Saint Marzipan!

He scuttles over to the two and wipes some sweat from his scalp.

Otto: Excuse me, where are my manners? I am Dr. Octavius McBrickles. The folks here usually call me Otto. Though, may I ask why you have Mr. Gummigoo all tied up?

Saturday: Oh, I caught him and his brothers commandeering a tanker with illegal modifications. Then he told me about the incident in this town and I wished to verify this claim.

Otto: Oh dear. Lady Bonbon, I am TERRIBLY sorry about this. Please understand that Mr. Gummigoo was only trying to help after the Honeypotter attacks. Our syrup supplies have been spread thin and-

Saturday: At ease, doctor. I will not report this to the authorities. This did technically occur beyond our jurisdiction, after all.

Gummigoo and Otto were both shocked at Saturday's sudden act of charity. It looks like she realized that Gummigoo was telling the truth. She unties him and Otto calls for some nurses to help empty the tanker.

Otto: You are too kind, M'lady. And your timing is impeccable. I don't think we would've lasted the rest of the week otherwise.

Saturday: Oh, don't thank me. Thank the bloke who managed to snag it.

Gummigoo: D'aw, now you're just trying to butter me up.

Some time later, we arrive at Gummigoo's homestead. Saturday, Meggy, Uzi, Max, and Chad are all chilling in the living room as a big, gruff, Green and Purple Gator wearing some overalls comes in with a pot of tea. His name is Gerald.

Gerald: I'm sorry ya'll got caught up in my son's hairbrained schemes. I warned him about the kind of trouble it would cause.

Meggy: No worries. We deal with stuff like this all the time.

Uzi is quiet as she holds her mug of tea. It's been a while since anyone has treated her with such hospitality. Gerald takes a seat and lets out an exhausted sigh.

Gerald: Miss Bonbon, I know my son isn't exactly a stickler for the rules.

Saturday: I believe that's quite the understatement.

Gerald: I warned him about associating himself with bandits and the kind of troubles it would cause, even if he's doing it to help us. Unfortunately, he's got his Pop's stubbornness along with his Mum's moxxie.

Saturday: Well, your son's "hairbrained schemes" may have given us a lead on how we can take on Chewmaw.

Gerald: Yeah. I heard he's got something big planned. Something that can only lead to disaster.

We see Gummigoo and Tari enter the parents room. In the bed lies a plump Yellow and Red Gator with a bonnet and a pair of reading glasses. This is Maple, and she's more than happy to see her little troublemaker again.

Maple: Germaine! How's my little lad on the lamb doin'?

Gummigoo: Great as gravy, mum.

She gently holds Tari's metal arm.

Maple: And you must be one of his new friends. It's a pleasure to meet you, luv.

Tari: It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Gummigoo.

Maple: Oh please, call me Maple. A friend of my son is a friend of mine.

Gummigoo: How's the leg coming along? Otto told me he just started your treatment.

Maple: It's feeling much better now, Germaine. That syrup you brought back is working WONDERS. Otto says I'll be right as rain before Harvest Season. Good thing too, because me and Gerald still have a winning streak to keep up!

She gestures to a series of trophies on the top shelf. Each one is engraved with the date of previous "Harvest Festival Dance-off" events.

Tari: Wow, you really like your dancing, don't you.

Maple: Ever since me and Gerald first met on the dance floor. Why do you think my boy was able to dance with the princess?

Saturday: *ahem*

Speaking of which, we see Saturday standing in the doorway starring daggers at Gummigoo.

Gummigoo: Anyways, um........ we should get going. Gotta go topple ourselves a Warlord and all that.

He quickly makes his leave, ushering Tari and Saturday out of the room.

Maple: You kids have fun!

He quickly closes the door behind him. He sees a bemused smirk.

Tari: So........... you two danced?

Gummigoo chuckles nervously at the recollection of that event.

Gummigoo: It was just a one time thing.

Saturday: He and his brothers snuck into a family paryt uninvited. I'm pretty sure he tried to take my crown.

Gummigoo: I mean, I gave it back, didn't I?

Saturday: Was that before or after you crashed your wagon into the bakery?

Tari leaves the two to their little chat. Seeing Gummigoo, or Germaine rather, meeting up with his mum made her feel all cozy inside......... but also kinda sad. Like something's missing.

Clench: You good?

Tari: Yeah....... just thinking, is all.

[oldguy56-world]

I Will Survive

At first I was afraid, I was petrified...Sorry. That tune has been stuck in my head for a couple of days now. Why? Glad you asked. I heard this on the radio and can't shake the thought. Hurricane season is almost landing and in the southern states, where it gets hit very hard, they pulled some data from all the Wal-marts in the storm corridor. It seems that the two biggest sellers each year during that time are Pop-Tarts and beer. I guess it is important to make sure you have the necessities in times of emergency.

Not being one to only look at the top of the sales chart we (my crack team and I) investigated what other items are hot sellers during a time of crisis. I found the list interesting, and I hope that you do too.

Inflatable pants so you stay afloat. Here is a tip: get the matching shirt as well. You do not want to be floating upside-down for too long.

Micro-wave popcorn. In case your stove has no electricity you can still enjoy a snack.

Gator tots. This tasty snack might just keep the nasty critters at bay, or it might attract more to your location. Let me know which is true please.

Guns and ammo. Hey, you never know when you just might have to shoot something, like hungry gators, or that neighbor you never did like.

Leaf-filter gutter guard. You certainly don't want to have leaves build up in your eaves trough. That could cause severe damage to your foundation. (The preceding was a paid advertisement)

Make-up. Some cute guy or girl might come by to rescue you and you have to look your best. Find colors that match your inflatable outfit to show you have fashion sense. Make sure it won't run if it gets wet. The only person that look might attract is Rocket from the Guardian movies.

Flex seal. Get enough to do every window and door. If you do this you will also have to buy some oxygen tanks as eventually you will need to breathe. CAUTION: Do not light a match unless you have to leave the building in a hurry.

Extra cell phones. Batteries will die out and there will be no way to recharge them. You do not want to miss any great selfie opportunities to post.

A book of real estate showing houses available far away from where you live. You will have time to read this while sitting on your roof and this could be helpful down the road, where your current house may eventually settle.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: If you decide to live in harm's way don't be surprised if it keeps knocking on your door.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And so the journey continues

The scene: A parking lot off the junction of Ocean Parkway (Maryland 528) and US 50 in Ocean City, Maryland. Huckleberry Hound is taking roll:

"Yogi Bear--?"

"Smarter than the average ..."

"Boo-Boo--?"

"Here!"

"Magilla Gorilla--?"

"Wouldn't you know it--I made it at last!"

"I'll take it as 'present.' Wally Gator--?"

"Present and accounted for, don't you know!"

[Wally's Ed Wynnesque style certainly brought giggles to our party.]

"Squiddly Diddly--?"

"HERE!!" (And giving a salute not unlike that he was fond of giving Chief Winchley back at Bubbleland, mainly for comedic effect, as he would later explain.)

Yours truly: "Now mind you, you're part of what's bound to be a rotating cast for some road trip adventures--or should they be 'misadventures'?!--which are bound to be fascinating in and of themselves."

Huck: "And our vehicle of choice will be this fabulous-looking motorhome--!"

At any rate, opening the door, our intrepid travellers--argonauts, even!--prepare to get things ready and squared away, even finding what will amount to their beds all along the way. Which, in Wally Gator's case, will have to consider his tail and the habit of sleeping on his belly ... and for Squiddly Diddly, having to find a decent tank for which water could be kept to keep him pacified. (Huck and I will, inevitably, "ride shotgun" up front and guide things along the way, swapping turns driving. Hopefully kept alert with some decent coffee, let alone caffeine tablets, No-Doz even, if nighttime driving especially is required.)

"Yet," Boo-Boo was quick to quip, "I have to wonder how the ranger's gonna like our company as it is."

To which Yogi responded, "Fret not, Boo-Boo buddy!"

Trying not to keep things constrained with so much pre-departure folderol which many families heading into a road trip seem to relish, our motley company is settled in and ... off we go occidentally on US 50 as it begins its journey of 3,073 miles (that's 4,948 kilometres, if you prefer it that way) towards Sacramento, California!

But whence will we be heading next? Stay tuned to this channel, fellow Hanna-Barberians!

*************

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[ezshuttlesblog]

What to Do If You Have a Problem with Your Airport Taxi

When traveling, smooth and timely airport transportation is key to a stress-free journey. However, issues with airport taxis can happen, even in well-regarded destinations like Jacksonville, FL. From delayed pick-ups to unprofessional drivers, knowing how to respond effectively can make a difference between a manageable delay and a travel nightmare. This guide will outline common problems, effective solutions, and proactive tips to ensure you enjoy a seamless airport taxi experience.

1. Understand the Common Issues with Airport Taxis

While airport taxis are generally reliable, certain challenges may arise. Here are some of the most common issues:

·         Delayed or Missed Pick-ups: Sometimes taxis are late due to traffic, other client delays, or miscommunication between the driver and dispatch.

·         Driver Misbehavior: Unprofessional behavior, such as rudeness, aggressive driving, or distractions like phone use, can disrupt your trip.

·         Pricing Discrepancies: Unexpected charges or misunderstandings about rates can lead to disputes, especially for out-of-town travelers unfamiliar with local pricing.

·         Navigation Issues: New or inexperienced drivers may get lost or take longer routes, leading to delays or higher fares.

·         Vehicle Condition: Unclean or poorly maintained vehicles can affect comfort and safety.

·         Communication Barriers: Language barriers or unfamiliarity with airport locations may lead to misunderstandings.

Knowing these common issues helps you remain vigilant and prepared, particularly when traveling to a busy hub like Jacksonville International Airport (JAX).

2. Steps to Resolve Issues with Your Airport Taxi in Jacksonville

Step 1: Communicate Directly with the Driver

If an issue arises during the trip, calmly communicate with the driver. Politely explain your concern, whether it’s about the route, pricing, or vehicle condition. For example:

·         If the Taxi is Delayed: Contact the driver (if their number is available) to get an estimated arrival time.

·         In Case of Driver Misconduct: Politely request that the driver follows appropriate road safety measures or stops any behavior that makes you uncomfortable.

If language is a barrier, consider using a translation app. In most cases, drivers are willing to address concerns, especially if you approach them with respect.

Step 2: Call the Taxi Company’s Customer Service Line

If the driver is unresponsive or the issue continues, contact the airport taxi company’s customer service number. Describe the problem in detail and mention the driver’s ID number, name, or vehicle license plate number if available. Reputable Airport Taxi Jacksonville FL, usually have customer service hotlines dedicated to handling complaints and inquiries.

For common providers of airport transportation in Jacksonville, such as Gator City Taxi and Yellow Cab, having their contact information on hand can expedite the resolution process.

Step 3: Document Everything

Documentation is essential if you need to escalate the issue. Take note of the following details:

·         Date and Time: Keep a record of when the problem occurred, such as the pick-up time or the time the delay began.

·         Driver Information: Record the driver’s name, license plate number, and the taxi company’s name.

·         Receipts and Transactions: Save your receipt, as it contains important information like the fare, route, and contact details.

·         Photos and Videos: For serious issues, such as an unclean vehicle or unsafe driving, photos or short videos can serve as proof.

Step 4: Contact Airport Customer Service

If the taxi service does not respond, reach out to the customer service team at Jacksonville International Airport (JAX). Airport staff often assist with transportation-related issues and may help connect you with the appropriate authorities. Many airports, including JAX, work with local taxi providers to ensure quality standards are maintained.

Step 5: Request a Refund or Compensation

For severe issues, such as missed flights or unprofessional behavior, you may be eligible for a refund or compensation. Contact the taxi company’s customer service and inquire about their refund policy. For instance, Gator City Taxi and other Jacksonville providers often have policies in place to handle grievances and offer partial refunds, discounts on future rides, or even full refunds under certain circumstances.

Step 6: File a Complaint with Local Authorities if Necessary

In extreme cases where the taxi company fails to address the issue, you may file a complaint with the Jacksonville Department of Transportation or the Better Business Bureau (BBB). Provide detailed documentation of the incident, including receipts and any communication with the taxi company. These authorities may investigate complaints and ensure that companies adhere to transportation standards.

3. Proactive Tips to Avoid Taxi Issues

Avoiding airport taxi problems is possible with a few proactive steps. Here’s how you can minimize the risk of a problematic experience with airport transportation in Jacksonville:

Choose a Reputable Taxi Service

Opt for established and well-reviewed taxi providers, such as Yellow Cab or Gator City Taxi in Jacksonville. These companies are often contracted by Jacksonville International Airport and adhere to strict customer service standards. Reading recent online reviews can also help you assess the reliability of a particular service.

Confirm Your Booking in Advance

If you have prearranged your airport taxi, confirm the booking the day before your flight. This reduces the likelihood of missed or delayed pick-ups, as the taxi company is aware of your schedule. Many services offer SMS or email confirmations with driver details, making it easy to get in touch if there are any last-minute changes.

Use a Taxi Booking App

Consider using a taxi booking app that allows you to track your driver’s location and estimated time of arrival. While Jacksonville airport transportation services may not have proprietary apps like Uber or Lyft, some established local services work with apps like Curb, which offer GPS tracking, upfront pricing, and instant feedback options.

Check the Fare Before You Book

If possible, ask for a fare estimate based on your destination. For trips to and from Jacksonville International Airport, most providers have set rates or price ranges. Clarify whether there are additional charges, such as airport fees or surcharges, to avoid surprises upon arrival.

Consider Alternatives

If you’re concerned about the reliability of an airport taxi, explore other transportation options:

·         Airport Shuttles: Many Jacksonville hotels provide complimentary shuttle services to and from the airport.

·         Rideshare Services: Apps like Uber and Lyft operate at JAX and offer price transparency and GPS tracking.

·         Car Rentals: For greater flexibility, renting a car may be a better option, particularly for extended stays or trips to multiple locations.

4. How to Handle Specific Taxi Issues

·         Long Wait Times at JAX: If the wait time for a taxi is long, consider using the airport’s rideshare pickup zone. Rideshare apps typically provide faster service and may reduce your wait time.

·         Fare Overcharging: Politely remind the driver of the quoted rate or refer to the fare estimate. If the driver insists on overcharging, contact the taxi company immediately.

·         Rude Driver: If a driver is rude or makes you uncomfortable, remain polite but assertive. End the trip if necessary and contact the taxi company’s customer service.

·         Lost Items: Contact the taxi company immediately if you leave any items in the vehicle. Most providers have a lost-and-found process, but the sooner you report it, the higher your chances of recovering your belongings.

5. When to Contact the Jacksonville Transportation Authority (JTA)

If you’ve exhausted all options with the taxi company, the Jacksonville Transportation Authority (JTA) can provide additional assistance. JTA oversees transportation services in Jacksonville and can take complaints regarding unprofessional conduct, fare disputes, or safety concerns.

6. Why Choosing the Right Airport Taxi Provider Matters

Choosing the right airport taxi service can make a significant difference in your travel experience. Reputable companies prioritize customer service, ensure their drivers are trained and courteous, and keep their vehicles in good condition. For instance, providers like Yellow Cab and Gator City Taxi offer consistent service and are well-regarded for airport transportation in Jacksonville, FL.

Final Thoughts

While issues with airport taxis can disrupt your travel, knowing how to handle them effectively can turn a potential problem into a minor inconvenience. By choosing reliable airport transportation, staying proactive, and following the steps outlined above, you can ensure a smooth and hassle-free taxi experience in Jacksonville, FL.

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'We've got gators in our backyard': Floridians still dealing with floodwaters a week after Hurricane Milton

In Hillsborough County near Tampa, floodwaters from Baker Creek have submerged a neighborhood, turning backyards into extensions of a nearby lake and giving alligators more space to swim right up to homes.

A week after Hurricane Milton made landfall, residents in many Florida cities are still grappling with both damage and ongoing flooding.

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FOX News Multimedia Reporter Bowen Kedrowicz, who visited Land O' Lakes, Florida, spoke with residents whose neighborhoods remain flooded. Flags placed in the water mark how high the floodwaters have risen, with one flag indicating water levels reached nearly 3 feet at one point.

On Wednesday, the National Weather Service in Tampa Bay issued a flood warning for the Withlacoochee River in Levy and Citrus Counties.

The Withlacoochee River in Trillby, Florida, is projected to reach its peak on Wednesday before gradually receding over the next several days, according to the National Water Prediction Service.

Rebekah Thorne, a resident of Land O' Lakes, reported that residents are becoming trapped in their homes due to the rapid rise of the water. She noted that the flooding has brought some unexpected visitors to their neighborhood. "As we're walking through, we’re seeing bass, crappie, and tilapia literally swimming in our street," Thorne said.

The Pasco County Sheriff's Office and the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) have not received reports of fish or alligators swimming in the floodwaters, but they urge residents to remain cautious.

‘We’ve got gators in our backyard’

In Hillsborough County, Baker Creek has flooded the Shangri La neighborhood in Seffner, submerging several roads and homes. Backyards have transformed into extensions of a nearby lake, allowing alligators to swim right up to residences.

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"We’ve got gators in our backyard and water in the house," Seffner resident Kristy Sloan told FOX 13 Tampa. "The gator shows up at our back door. We just witnessed him swimming across the backyard back out into the lake."

With alligators getting so close to their homes, residents are worried about their safety.

"If we could get some help, and someone to pump this water out of our lake," she pleaded.

The FWC’s website states that alligators are often more visible in floodwaters, and residents should give them space and respect as they usually would.

The commission advises against attempting wildlife rescues during or after a hurricane or tropical storm if it poses a danger to a person. In cases of sick, injured, or orphaned wildlife, the FWC recommends noting the animal's location and reporting it to a licensed wildlife rehabilitator or contacting the appropriate FWC regional office.

St. Johns River could take weeks to recede from major flood stage

Another river that will remain above flood stage well after Hurricane Milton is the St. Johns River, which flows 310 miles along Florida's eastern coast.

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Flooding persists along much of the river, with significant flooding still reported in Astor, Deland, and Geneva.

The St. Johns River has a minimal elevation change of only 27 feet from its source to its mouth, resulting in a drop of about one inch per mile. This leads to a very slow drainage process. Tidal flow near the mouth of the river, close to Mayport north of Jacksonville, can reverse the river's flow for up to 160 miles.

This week, king tides and strong onshore winds from the Atlantic are creating additional resistance to drainage and even causing the river to rise again. Consequently, the river is expected to remain above major flood stage at least into next week.

History indicates that the wait for normalcy could be even longer. After flooding in early October 2022 from hurricanes Ian and Nicole, it took until the week of Thanksgiving for the river to recede below flood stage at Geneva, and until the day after Christmas at Astor.

"Residents and stakeholders along the St. Johns River should be prepared for prolonged major flood impacts over the next several weeks," the National Weather Service warned.

Deep Creek, Haw Creek, Cypress Creek, and the Ocklawaha and Hillsborough Rivers all reached record flood crests due to Hurricane Milton.

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There are a few things happening here people are being mean to our son and his diet is fine it's just not great but there's a lot of people who are harassing him very badly about everything and it's terrible it's not hard to see it really is not and you people you wear it and it's all sorts of disgusting things can I tell you other people do not do what you're doing and they do not die as fast as you

-there's a giant number of people that are wondering what else is happening so we're going to try and get the news out and it is Big it's important

-the pseudo empire is advancing in Florida and taking territory at this very moment they are coming up from the south and they are coming up to South fort Myers and it's a strange area south of there it was gross. They're coming up and pulling people out in South fort Myers they have control of the area south of it not complete control but it is a lot more control than people think it's kind of like Orlando and they are moving North slowly day by day. There's a lot of fear and our son is little giddy he's not full of fear but his stress.

-they are also coming from the north and the desert Sun says and as our son says there's not really an area that they've cleared and you can't imagine Tallahassee or Tampa or Gainesville and it's true too those areas are mixed and there's a lot of more luck there but they are cutting off the North from the south and our son says and so all this was going on behind the scenes that's why you people got me money LOL LOL lol and it's really not funny but he does not imagine that to be the case but he imagines that it might be in this case. And the spearheading into Sarasota and it's to Max two of them. And they are actually making progress the city proper is mostly under their control they are starting to head south of course that is Bradenton and well it's north Bradenton and then what they're doing there is courting It off they'll make another line and they will go in the middle is to prevent people from saving them. It is a pretty wide band Sarasota is about 20 miles from north to south in 30 miles east to west but the band extends West All the Way East to the first ring and the ring actually went all the way up above Tampa and and that area was encapsulated and I went all the way down to basically the tip of Florida and it wasn't a radio such a coastline and now that's shrinking slowly there's not a ton of morlock that are in Tallahassee they had to evacuate because the line of battlefield was up there and all the way down to Gainesville which is pretty far that's an hour in Gainesville is just North of Orlando which is only an hour and a half from here roughly an hour and a half or two and my car it really it is encroaching on here already because they can't get here from Orlando and pretty soon Tampa but now Sarasota at the airport is closed and that was a major point that happened two days ago Orlando airport was shut down to here 3 weeks ago no it was only a day ago Believe It or not these things are going to affect people cars can't get in now there's about 50 stops on each road and not a good time for our son to get a car and then. And that goes all the way to the ring The Ring is probably 40 miles to the east of the furthest that can in Crest drove out there and they say that's pretty far cuz they were out maybe 10 miles from the 75 that's true too so it's like 50 miles and maybe it's more like 40 miles from the highway but out there it was just trees and bushes and Meadows there's nothing out there at all and they were nervous about the wildlife and other but really it's wildlife bobcats and other things can jump out in front of you and it went slower with the lights on high beams it's true too you can get a wreck and then other creatures will bobcats and maybe Gators is a little nerve-wracking in the vehicle is not all terrain so they got out of there and right now that's where it stretches to and yeah this military personnel out there we have to be present somehow others have a presence they always talked about it for them and they didn't fight a little it's quite enough of it right now they're thinking of courting off a section of Bradenton and it would be the one that our son went to the downtown area and trying to work outwards to sack the city to stop movement there is some planning going on okay this is a state they're trying to take over completely and the max are saying no and they have to move out of Sarasota that's right they're pushed out but really they just left because when the pseudo empire start coming in they were massively aggravated and they're trying to grab them they lost some people and the rest evacuated they do have a plan for it and it involves infiltration so they're closing you at circle South fort Myers is not far away that is that if you go to the Edison Mall and they're South fort Myers is 1 mi to the South and it's only 5 MI further in your into a stereo type area and it's still Lee county but they have control all down there because of this insane driving around you are doing. There's some more stuff happening and it is humongous but we're going to post this is pretty big

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