#gene does too so shout-out to him too!

[isakvaltersnake]

things from the 2001 television programme band of brothers that haunt me to this day:

- we’re paratroopers lieutenant, we’re supposed to be surrounded. not to be your 60 year old military obsessed uncle about it but that line goes hard

- nix’s little giggle he does sometimes

- I’ll never forgive them for leaving gene’s medic training out of their training montage. in fact you know what? go back in time, film a parallel sequel of the other 9 eps from gene’s pov

- popeye’s “they called you guys too?” and the way his accent specifically scratches my brain

- they gave me moose heyliger and his massachusetts accent for like 20 minutes then the narrative snatched him away from me and i still miss him

- the way meehan looks at winters after he tells him to close the flap, in fact let’s talk about how every single one of winters’ commanders are obsessed with him in one way or another he truly is the it girl

- the chaos and fear that precedes gene and the calm and comfort that follows him

- I know everyone thinks “we’ll go to chicago, I’ll take you there” is the insane line but the one that actually makes me lose sleep is “what, and give up all this?” THAT MAN SAID I WOULD RATHER LIVE THROUGH THE HORRORS OF WAR THAN HAVE LIVED MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU

- alley is So Beautiful and I don’t think we collectively talk about it enough

- babe being some rando replacement in episode three and whilst his other replacement friends are being absolutely roasted he is immediately adopted by bill and then gets gene fucking roe of all people to connect to him?? he’s too powerful I need to study him

- speirs being this ghoulish terrifying boogeyman until lip is anywhere near him then he’s suddenly dimples and kicking his feet and giggling

- speaking of lip and speirs their little sarcastic in jokes, lip finishing speirs’ sentences fml it’s giving married

- you been working out? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?? LIEB YOU SLUT?? THEN YOURE GONNA LAY IN HIS BED WAITING FOR HIM??? insane behaviour

- the unexplored but high potential friendships and the way I wanted like 16 more episodes for shifty and lip, nix and luz, nix and web, sisk and perconte, winters and gene, grant and tab, lieb and alley, speirs and harry, etc

- the more haggard and bitchy nix gets the hotter he gets. he also must be studied.

- “you should pack up those ears and go home” ok sobel kinda ate with that one ngl

- speaking of sobel the little confused/bewildered/piss-pants faces he makes david schwimmer the actor you are

- the silly little wide stance pennywise ass run hall does before he gets murked RIP king

- klepto speirs ilysm

- joe toye and his brass knuckles are v sexy

- sink letting nix give winters his oak leaves was very shipper girl of him

- lip harry nix speirs winters in the eagle’s nest dream blunt rotation

- the unsustainable amount of cunt served by nix, frank, babe, and luz at all times is truly a marvel

- tab really checked lip’s dick and balls mid battle and honestly that’s friendship

- bit parts for simon pegg, tom hardy, andrew scott, james mcavoy, michael fassbender, jimmy fallon ?? bob casting director you will always be famous

- peacock is so fine if he was even a little good at his job I’d be obsessed with him (special shout out to the scene of him getting sent home on furlough)

- I could list out every one of their meaningful little moments together but really it’s babe and gene just tethering and grounding each other and how they seem to gravitate to each other out of blind instinct? that’s some Brontë whatever our souls are made of bullshit I’m afraid

- ok I know I said I wasn’t talking about little meaningful moments but gene staring across the convent at where babe is sitting, lost in the peace

-bull in replacements getting imprinted on by a bunch of baby ducks and being SO PLEASED ABOUT IT he’s not the stepfather, he’s the father that stepped up

- speaking of, the underutilization of bull in the back half is such an out of character bad call

- you are officers, you are grown ups, you oughta know. HE’S RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT AND THAT’S ON GENE BEING THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO TELL OFF WINTERS

- I know nix and winters are married and whatever but the real married couple behaviour is luz constantly pissing off joe and joe immediately letting it go

- lip and speirs and their mutual competency kink

- I’M REAL SORRY FRANK skinny ilysm

[scrimblescromble]

Hello, I'm back, with things I have noticed about Eragon that makes parts of the book very strange or funny or sad

Garrow's farm is TEN MILES OUT from Carvahall, which is already small. What the hell was he thinking??? It takes like 3.5 hours to walk that much???? And Eragon walks FURTHER THAN THAT to go hunting at 15???? Go behind you??

When hunting in the beginning, Eragon spends days just going for one doe. Which, all things considered, is not a lot of meat, especially for what's probably a 4 day hunt. For one person, it's unrealistic to carry more than that, but still.

Leading on from that, I'm led to believe that their family probably mostly ate bread and vegetables, and maybe cheese. No wonder he's pretty attached to meat.

Despite living so far away, Brom knows Eragon's knack for asking Too Many Questions, which implies this happens often.

How the hell does Brom make money? Storytelling??? There's only so much money that can get you in fifteen years, he's definitely got something on the side. He was a gardener in Morzan's estate for a while...

So far up north and isolated, Eragon DEFINITELY has a STRONG farmer's accent. Combined with his formal training with the elves, he probably has the weirdest way of talking, where it's both overly formal and casual at the same time.

Eragon is such a prodigy it's not even funny. By the time he meets Murtagh, he's a good enough swordsman after JUST A FEW MONTHS that they're literally equal. Murtagh has been doing that his WHOLE LIFE with a really good swordsman. Magic also comes pretty good to him, even if he's not always sensible with it. He learns to read well enough to read full books in a week.

Eragon and Roran are pretty similar with the dangerous stunts they pull, except Eragon's are usually with magic and Roran's are physical. They are both absurdly intelligent too, even if Eragon is known to act like a dolt sometimes. In his defence, he's stressed and like 15-17 years old. All things considered, he could be far worse.

Somehow, with his back ripped open and cursed, with his dragon crashing through the crystal ceiling which is raining on top of him, Eragon is able to not only remember to stab Durza in the heart (requiring turning around), but also shout an unnecessary spell.

Eragon probably could do magic before he bonded with Saphira. His mum wasn't a rider and had the "genes" for it, and his dad was a rider. It wouldn't be as strong, but maybe he's such a powerful spellcaster because he had some sort of baseline.

I bet that the first time Eragon wandered into the Spine, he was pretty young, and everyone kinda assumed him dead. He came out a week later with a bunch of rabbits or something

The fact that the Blood Oath Celebration made Eragon very pale implies that he's naturally the whitest boy ever and he just had a constant tan going (likely, because he's a farmer). This is just very funny to me, that in removing all injuries it took his tan.

Another point for absurdly powerful Eragon - the fact that his accidental curse had such an impact on Elva, to the point that it straight up affected her development. It wasn't even a spell! Or intentional!

I'm sorry, but Eragon casting empathy and that unintentionally killing the bad guy is so funny. He was SURRENDERING, but cut a bitch so deep that he imploded himself. Iconic.

Literally he is just so nice. Willing to run across the world, separated from Saphira, to support Orik in his campaign - when he totally could have given an excuse, or even just say the truth, which is that he's very much needed where he is. There's so many more examples, but he's just a good person.

I'm sorry, but Oramis was kinda a bitch for assigning the one hour of duelling in his training. Like, it flares up his seizures like crazy (which he ALSO SUFFERS FROM), AND he doesn't stand a chance against the elves in strength. I understand the point, but something had to give there. At the very least, reassign someone that won't actively torture him??

Adding onto that, we know that he's only able to succeed at the listening to the forest task after the transformation. I suspect that the mind is a sort of "sixth sense", and we know that elves have stronger senses; it's possible Eragon would have to have been bonded for a decent while for this to even be possible. I bet anything that human riders were usually trained by elder humans, and Oramis was struggling with a fledgeling human instead of an elf, as well as the time constraint.

Why the hell does Brom look so old? Yeah, he's old, but Galbatorix doesn't look that old? Is it something to do with his dragon being dead? The way I assumed it would be is that riders look like thirty for a verrrryyyy long time, no? Is it because Saphira died? Was he just going to perpetually age? Or does the beard age him?

Your cousin who feels like a brother goes missing, ran away, after your father's death. Soon you're leading everyone you've ever known to the rebellion in a desperate attempt to keep them safe and save the woman you love. Your cousin is wanted, even more than you are. He returns. He's different. Barely human anymore, hardly the boy you once knew. He's their last, and only hope. His war cry has been the same since he was six.

Now that I think about it, Garrow really is the odd one out in the family. His sister was the Black Hand, a highly dangerous assassin and magician. His son is Stronghammer, one of the deadliest soldiers in the country. His nephews are Eragon and Murtagh, both highly skilled swordsmen and magicians, riders, and both known as Kingkiller. Garrow is a farmer who can read.

Selena naming her son Eragon is soooo funny. "His dad - who is a secret! - is a rider, and Eragon was the first rider. It's so uncommon a name even among the elves that literally nobody will know this. My abusive husband and the evil king both know I hail from this place. He totally won't stick out in any way whatsoever!" Iconic, 10/10. It worked???

If any of these are inaccurate please remember I am going off my very deep-seated knowledge from reading the books so many times at a formative age. I haven't actually read them in years

[natalievoncatte]

“Wake up,” Lex snarled.

Kara’s eyelids were brutally heavy. She couldn’t force them open no matter how she tried, and everything sounded distant, as if she were listening from underwater. The loudest sound was the blood rushing in her own ears and the steady march of her pulse, like the distant rush of some animal moving across leaves.

“Whu?” she managed to choke out.

“Open. Your. Eyes.”

Kara finally managed to split them open, blinking away gummy eyelashes to take a blurred look around the room. She wasn’t sure where she was, only that they were underground. Her limbs felt leaden and her body ached. It was soon clear why.

The chunk of kryptonite in front of her glowed a paler green than normal. It was different somehow, hard to look at.

“What? What did you do?”

“I broadened my mind,” said Lex.

Kara managed to raise her head and look at him. He was stripped to the waist, a flabby early middle aged business executive, much softer than he would allow anyone to realize. He looked a little absurd, especially after all the effort he put into a public image of a physically fit, debonair, imposing man.”

“What is this?”

“That is a very special type of kryptonite. You wouldn’t believe what I had to give up to get it. It’ll be worth it in the end.”

“Where are we?”

“Oh this place,” Lex said, glancing around the stone walls, lit by flicker torches and glowing Edison lamps. “A castle, in Scotland. It was incredibly expensive, I assure you. The grounds are quite lovely, though you’ll never have a chance to see them.”

“Of course I won’t,” Kara rasped. “Can you finish your monologue without the dramatic pauses? I’m on the clock.”

Lex smirked at her.

“This castle was built on a conduit of energy- a ley line. Actually several, and they converge beneath our feet. That and the peculiar construction -sandwiched within these walls are layers of copper, cold-hammered silver, and pure selenium- make it perfect for my purposes.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Oh no no no,” Lex laughed, “not everything is about you, Supergirl. This is about Lena.”

Kara heard a muffled cry and looked around frantically.

“She’ll join us shortly,” said “Lex. I wasn’t finished.”

“You talk too much.”

“Oh indeed. You know, I’ve wondered what she sees in an alien freak like you. Why you’re so alluring to her. I’ve often wondered why you never made a move- I know you think about it. Fantasize about it.”

“Shut up,” said Kara.

“I’ve been watching, you know. Did you think I’d let you out of my sight?”

Lex walked to a table and began toying with a long dagger with a thin, blue-black blade, drawing the edge over his thumb with a wince. He let a thin bloppy stream of his blood trickle into a silver chalice on the table before staunching the bleeding with a towel.

He turned to Kara sharply, holding the dagger.

“Know what?”

“Your little secret? Or should I say, your big secret?”

“I haven’t told her.”

He stopped and regarded her with a smile.

“I don’t mean your real name, Kara,” Lex chuckled. “I mean the other secret, you moron. The one that made you switch from the skirt to pants.”

“What? No, of course not…”

“I know what you want to do with her,” Lex said, kneeling to look Kara in the eye as the heavy chains weighed her down.

“Fuck you,” Kara spat.

“Oh dear me no, I don’t play catcher. Anyway, as I was saying, I think I know what she sees in you. Turns out that rutting with inhuman monsters is in my half sister’s blood. On her mother’s side, obviously. Someone in the deep end of my dear sister’s gene pool interbred with one of the fair folk. The kindly ones. The fey.”

“The what?”

Lex lashed out with the knife and a hot red sting slashed Kara’s cheek. To her shock she felt blood running down her jawline and chin. Lex let it drop into the chalice, mingling with his own, then stood up.”

“Bring her!” he shouted. “Otis you oaf, bring her in.”

Kara’s attention snapped to the far end of the room. Otis Graves shoved Lena into the room. Kara knew it was her even with a black bag over her head. Lena was barefoot and bruised, her blazer and skirt torn from putting up a fight.

There was a thin chain of dark metal looped lazily around her neck.

“Once I learned about this, I did what I always do,” said Lex. “I decided to master my circumstances. I studied, I learned, I applied what I’d researched.”

He turned back to Kara, and as her vision cleared, she saw that Lex was drawn and haggard, thinner than she remembered.

“It took me almost two years to prepare this ritual. I have walked trails blazed by gods. I had to beg, borrow, and steal to piece together the forbidden lore I need. I even had to strike treaties with the pit.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” said Kara.

“Lex,” Lena panted through her mask. “Don’t do this. Let her go. Please.”

Lex barked out a sharp laugh. “Let her go? Come on, sis. That’s Kara’s line.”

Lena let out a sharp gasp, visibly tensing.

“Kara?”

“It’s me, Lee.”

“Lee?” said Lex. “You hate that nickname.”

“Not from her,” Lena said softly.

“Lena, I don’t know what crazy nonsense he’s talking but I will get us out of this. He has some kind of-“

Kara was cut off as Lex kicked her hard in the belly, driving the toe of his shoe up under her ribs. The world exploded in pain and Kara doubled over, almost retching in agony.

“As much as I’d like to spend the rest of the day making you feel pain, we’re on the clock. I have power to acquire, a world to master, and a deal with a devil to weasel out of.”

“Lex,” said Lena. “You didn’t.”

“I did. Promised my immortal soul upon death, but alas, I’m never going to die. Otis, get her in place.

Kara strained at her chains as the big oaf wrenched Lena around and bound her hands behind her back with ancient looking iron manacles.

“The iron keeps her from trying any tricks,” Lex explained.

Kara was tired of his bullshit. The only thing that mattered was Lena’s shocked cry of agony when Otis forced her to her knees on the stone floor, followed by the whimper as he yanked the bag from her head. Her right eye was swollen almost shut and she had a split lip.

Incandescent rage boiled in Kara’s chest with the fury of a newborn star. If not for the strange kryptonite sapping her powers, Otis Graves would burn, screaming in agony in the terrible wrath of a Kryptonian’s gaze.

He hurt her. He hurt her Lena.

“You know how this is going to end, Lex.”

He was leafing through the pages of a heavy book on his work table.

“Out, Otis.”

Graves withdrew, smirking at Lena. She turned to Kara, eyes soft with emotion.

“Not often we get kidnapped together.”

“I’d rather have had a movie night.”

“Ugh, can you two please save the tearful love confession? I’m gagging.”

“Why didn’t you ever ask me out?” said Lena.

“I’m stupid,” Kara sighed. “I thought about it. I was scared. I thought… I don’t know.”

Lex rolled his eyes. “Danvers, are you really going to pretend you didn’t know that my sister is a rug muncher? It’s the worst kept secret in the Luthor family history. Throwing her into a girl’s boarding school was like throwing a pig in shit, but then Mother has always been a dolt.”

Kara ground her teeth. “Don’t talk about Lena like that.”

“Or?” said Lex. “Alright, look. I’d love to spend a bit longer taunting you, but I’m busy. The forms have been observed. I monologue, we taunt each other, I kill you.”

“No,” said Kara. “You try and fail and I drag you to jail.”

“Not this time,” said Lex.

“No, not this time,” said Kara. “This time I break my biggest rule.”

Lena stared at her across the room, eyes wide.

“I’m not going to let him hurt you anymore.”

“How noble,” Lex deadpanned. “Hold still, sis.”

He grabbed her by the chin, dabbing a thin paintbrush in the chalice, and began to paint lines and sworls on Lena’s face in their mingled blood. When Lena tried to turn, her let go and backhanded her across the face. Lena almost fell to the floor and let out a pained yelp.

Kara pulled hard at the chains but the held fast. She felt like she was weighed down by an invisible force, unseen hands digging spectral fingers into her arms and legs.

“It’s interesting,” said Lex. “Everyone assumes you have one weakness- Kryptonite. But you’re just as vulnerable to magic as anyone else.”

“What?” said Kara. “You’re insane.”

“I don’t think he is,” Lena said, wincing at her split lip. “When I was a girl, there were rumors that my mother was a witch, and she did some… some things I didn’t understand.”

Lex smirked.

He propped the book open on his forearm, making a final study of the markings he’d drawn on Lena’s face.

“You know the most annoying part?” said Lex. “It’s that you can’t just do magic. The power source, as it were, has to come from somewhere. The most common place to get it is from ancestor fucking a dragon or a god damned fairy or some other absurd thing. I don’t have the spark. But she does.”

He looked at Lena, a feral, hungry glint in his eye, and began to chant, reading from the book.

Kara flinched. The words sounded wrong, twisting and turning unnaturally as they fell from Lex’s mouth. The air grew heavy, as if a coat of soot and oil fell over everything, and a hideous stink of rotten eggs filled the room.

Lena cried out, eyes flying open in shock. She tried to say something but choked.

Kara lunged, desperate to free herself, to break the chains, to reach Lena and spirit her to safety the way she always did, but she was helpless. A terrible certainty of her own death fell over her like an ebon cloak, and she felt a distinct certainty of things, other presences in the room just out of sight.

“Lex,” Lena pleaded, “Stop. Please. You’re hurting me.”

Kara let out a sharp snarl, a ripping sound of threat from deep in her chest.

Lex briefly broke his chant. “Yes, the ritual will most likely kill you. No great loss. The world has enough degenerates and alien-fuckers as it is.”

He resumed his chanting, and Kara felt a sudden wave of agony through her body. She tried to scream but no sound came. It was as if a giant’s hands had shoved into her chest and begun crushing her lungs from the inside. She fell boneless to the floor, writhing in pain.

Lena lay on her side, tears streaming from her eyes, tears that tinged pink with blood as she jerked and convulsed, teeth clenched.

And Lex… Lex changed.

There was a soft crack and the rhythm of his chanting changed. He grew taller before Kara’s eyes. His arms swelled, corded with new muscle as his paunchy belly flattened and tightened into a washboard.

“That’s right,” he snarled. “Soon it all be mine. All your beautiful power mine. I will be powered by the sun! Lex Luthor will fly faster than a speeding bullet, bend steel in his bare hands! I will be a god, and when I am I will finally lead humanity into its glory! My glory! Lex Luthor, the Man of Tomorrow! Invincible! Immortal!”

Kara could feel herself fading, the world irising shut as death stalked her from below, a hungry predator always waiting just beyond the edges of her gaze. Her hands were pale, the flesh drawn so tight to the bone that they seemed barely more than skeletal. Her hands actually slipped free of her manacles, but she might as well be buried beneath a mountain for all the good it did. She had no strength to move.

Yet she could speak.

“Lena,” Kara rasped out, “Lena!”

Lena forced her eyes open.

“You have to fight him.”

“I can’t,” said Lena, her face shattering into a mask of agony. “It hurts so much, and I’m too weak.”

“You are not weak!” Kara spat, with all her remaining strength. “You’re beautiful and powerful and… magical. You’re my Lena.”

“Kara,” Lena gasped.

“I love you.”

“Kara!”

“I love you, Lena. Please, I need you to know.”

“I know,” Lena choked out, pinching her eyes shut, tears of blood streaking her face as she clenched her jaw in tooth shattering pain. “Oh God I know, Kara. I love you too. I love you so much it hurts. I just wish we had more time. I…”

She went silent, and still. Kara stared at her for an awful endless moment of white hot pain as something ate her alive from the heart out, yet that pain paled next to the agony of watching Lena suffer. She was almost glad that death would take her first, but prayed to the god of a distant broken world that Lena wouldn’t have to see it. She felt a dim hope that somewhere past this, in fields beneath a crimson star there would be a place for them, that Rao would find a way to bring Lena home to Him, that He would not let her wander in the dark, forever lost.

Kara had fucking earned a little grace.

Then, Lena’s eyes shot open, ablaze with stunning, brilliant light. She wrenched from the floor with a sudden strength and arched her back, screaming.

Lex looked down at her as the iron manacles fell ruined from her wrists and she yanked the chain from her throat, her hands wreathed in otherworldly light as the links snapped.

Slowly she rose to her feet, eyes still blazing.

Lena screamed, a banshee wail that shook the walls around them, and her cry seemed to swallow Lex’s frantic chanting, opening vast shark-toothed jaws of music that gouged into his feeble warbling and bit down, devouring it.

He stumbled back, frantically turning pages in his book.

“Fuck you,” Lena snarled, and the words carried an intensity, a physical force just as Lex’s had, but where his sharp wrenching syllables turned the air somehow profane and tainted it with invisible filth, Lena’s burned, not as fire but as daylight burns, clear and bright to chase dark crawling things back into their hateful shadows.

With a soft cracking sound, the strange chunk of tainted kryptonite turned a dull gray.

It had become lead.

Kara planted her palms and pushed up to kneel. She could feel, see the vitality coming back to her. Her frame expanded from skeletal and deathly thin to its normal self, slabs of lithe muscle bunching beneath her colors and crest as she stood and watched Lex shrinking.

Lena sagged, suddenly winded, grabbing the table for support.

Lex silent and stunned, wasted no opportunity. He snatched the dagger from where it lay and raised it high to slam down into Lena’s back.

It clattered to the floor instead as Kara effortlessly grabbed his wrist, feeling her thumb drive between the bones of his forearm.

“I,” Kara said, “am tired of you hurting us.”

So she hurt him.

Lex screamed in agony as Kara closed her hand, pulling every bone in his forearm. She reached out and seized his throat, savoring the hate and terror in his eyes as red sun fire blazed in her own, savage loathing kindling a blaze in her chest. This ended now.

A soft hand fell on her shoulder.

“Kara,” said Lena. “Don’t.”

“Lena,” she rasped.

“Not for him. For you. He made his own grave. Let him lie in it.”

Kara turned and looked at her. There was still blood on her face- the mingled painted lines smeared with her own. She looked so small and fragile and soft and the furnace that burned in Kara was doused, and suddenly nothing mattered but making her safe.

Kara let the sniveling coward go and brought Lena into her embrace, sheltering her with all her might.

“We have to go. Now. Trust me.”

“Yes,” Lex gasped, “time to leave, take me to jail now.”

Kara looked down. Lena’s eyes hardened.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Kara raised her foot and brought out down, snapping Lex’s ankle in a single sharp motion. He screamed and collapsed, crawling for the door.

Kara heaved Lena into a bridal carry and walked past him.

“Supergirl!” Lex bellowed, “you can’t leave me here! You don’t know what’s coming.”

“I don’t care,” said Kara.

She shoved the door open with her foot, then turned to close it the same way. Lena clung to her, arms around her neck.

“Lock him in.”

Kara did more than that. A quick flicker of heat vision welded the heavy metal door closed. Lex screamed and pleaded from the other side.

Something was coming. Something ancient.

“Please. Get us out of here,” said Lena.

A crimson light blazed behind the door, bleeding through its edges. The stink of rotten eggs filled the corridor. Kara turned and carried Lena away.

“Wait!” Lex called. “Supergirl! You can’t leave me here!”

Kara ignored him and kept walking.

“No,” Lex was screaming, “no, wait, we can make another deal, a trade, there has to be something I can-“

“You tried to trick me,” something said in a voice like a hot knife dragged across a tombstone.

“What is that?” Kara whispered.

“I don’t know and I don’t want to,” said Lena. “Get us out of here. Take me home, Kara.”

Kara touched a soft kiss to her forehead, a promise of more and deeper to come. Once they were outside, Kara used the comm bead in her ear, and called Alex, told her what happened.

“Let’s go home, baby,” said Kara.

A year later, she flew back to the castle.

It was secluded, somehow forgotten, a tumbledown ruin. Heart thudding in her chest with uncharacteristic fear, she walked down the corridor into the underground and slammed the door open with her first.

No remains. No body. There was only one sign that Lex had been there at all. Scratches across the store floor, one with a fingernail still stuck in it.

As if he had been dragged.

Kara rocketed outside at supersonic speed, desperate to feel the sun and cleanse the oily, tainted feeling in that room. A cold, lingering dread welled inside her, twisting deep in her belly.

She had to be sure.

Part of her regretted what she did to the old ruin. It was history. Only part of her.

The rest of her flew fifth thousand feet up and came straight back down fast enough to destroy the stonework in massive shockwave that dug a crater where the building had stood seconds before. She then turned her heat vision on it, burning and melting. By the time she was done, by the time it no longer felt like she was being watched, as if she might be followed, there was nothing left but a smoldering, glassy crater. It looked like someone had dropped an atomic bomb.

It still felt like something slithered beneath, but whatever it was, it would not follow and that was all that mattered.

Kara flew. She had places to be. She’d already planned a date night with Lena.

Alex was watching their baby.

[prettyshon10]

TOWL EP. 4

SPOILERS

- Poured some wine for this one; let’s go

- Whose house is this? It’s nice (was that a roomba I saw?)

- Yes, thunder! Set the atmosphere!

- I will never skip these opening credits

- The body is giviiiiing! Danaiiii!

- That man is lusting—omg, he see’s the scar!

- It’s literally takes me twice as long as the episodes’ run time ‘cause I keep pausing and rewinding, but can you blame me? I’m trying to take EVERYTHING in; I’m tryna savor

- “You’ve become a bit of a creative writer these days. That note? In the getaway boat? Poetry.”

- She’s MAD mad, y’all!

- “Children”! She said “children”! He caught that!

- Only 7 minutes in and this ep has me in a chokehold; Imma need more wine

- I knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy; sorry to y’all theories

- THEY ARE ACTING!!!! ACTING!!! The mannerisms—the cracked voices raised in anger! The fact that NOBODY on the TWD cast bagged an Emmy is so freakin CRIMINAL!!!

- Yo! Automated Voice! SHUT UP!

- She ain’t giving you that thing, sir.

- “What did they do to you?” The angst is angsting.

- “Do you still love me?” STOOOOOOP! I’m done! 😭Cut the show—

- Now the sun’s coming out from behind the storm clouds…

- Round three of “They won’t come after us if we’re “dead””, huh?

- I’m totally sure Jadis would not believe they’re dead. They’re Rick and Michonne. She knows better.

- Shout out to my subscription plan—I love not sitting through commercials!

- Sis is really whacking him over head with the “what about the kids?!” approach

- The black woman in her is leaping out and I love it; baby said “deuces, then.”

- Don’t tell me she’s waiting for him to follow her…

- And he wants to!!! The tropes are troping!

- My wine is gone and I’m not even halfway into the episode. I’m gonna throw myself out the window, I swear…

- I hear a chopper; no no no no no

- Not her sassing him 😂 I love snarky Michonne

- “The only time I feel safe is when I’m with you.”

- Even at their most divided, they’re a forced to be reckoned with. Look at them fight together!

- Not him getting blood on her face! Rick, she’s pissed enough as it is!

- Automated Voice, I’m not doing this with you, again!

- The way she grounds him back to reality in the midst of his panic. How very “sun’s getting real low” of them. ❤️

- Inject this entire scene into my veins

- Bathed in the golden glow of this light; it’s the little things

- RJ really does look just like Rick. Shout out to the casting director. Man’s genes said “you’re gonna carry a lightly melanated clone, and that’s final!”

- This show is literally fan service done the RIGHT WAY; other shows takes notes

- Not the roomba sneaking a peak! Caught my boy off guard—he was ready to fight

- Finally, he’s asking about the mark

- “Carl. They took Carl.” Excuse me?!

- “I can’t live without you. Without you, I die.”

- Andrew Lincoln wants me deceased: confirmed. This is a personal attack, I’m sure of it

- Oh lord, not the Carl drawing…

- I just…😫😭

- Elevator make out! One thing about my faves, they’re gonna get it in anytime, any place! And walker killing is an aphrodisiac!

- In the car, too! 😂

- Things are totally gonna go left; only question is how

- Wait, it’s over?!

[em-harlsnow]

so, i’m guessing mickey spent a lot of time in the head master’s office when he was young. im pretty sure everyone in the show went to the same school, aside from Liam, so we can assume it’s the same headmaster that Carl got sent to a lot.

now, let’s say franny goes to that school as well. she’s a good kid, so it’s not like she gets in trouble a lot. but she’s been taught by all her family that if someone starts something, you finish it.

so that’s what she does.

she ends up in the office. the head master comes in and tells her he’s calling her mother, and franny’s not worried about that. debbie will defend her tooth and nail. when debbie doesn’t answer the phone (she’s not a bad mother, she’s just at work and turned her phone off) they call the next names down the line, which is ian (debbie says ian is her fave).

so the headmaster is making some comments about the other gallaghers he’s had to deal with. mentioning carl and his ways, and lip and his. he says he’s glad it’s ian coming, because he was the least trouble.

however, both ian and mickey come.

ian knocks on the door.

“come in.” headmaster says.

ian smiles tightly and enters, mickey following behind. they both take inventory of a room they haven’t stepped foot in in a decade, marvelling at how unchanged it is.

the headmaster glances up and honestly? he’ll never forget those knuckle tats. they tortured him for the entire time mickey was in school, because they were strictly against school rules.

mickey smirks when headmaster’s face pales.

“i see you’ve brought company, Mr Gallagher.” he says.

“yeah, sir… hope that’s okay.” he smiles again, never falling out of the pattern of calling this guy ‘sir’.

mickey snorts at him, but takes the seat beside ian, opposite headmaster’s desk. “you’re such a fucking goody-goody.” he mutters, and ian smacks his thigh with a shush.

“i didn’t do anything! he started it!” franny shouts, getting the first word in.

“i’m not entirely surprised to see another gallagher in my office. but it makes even more sense now, Mr Milkovich.” Mickey smiles at him mockingly. “who are you in relation to Franny?” he asks.

“he’s her uncle.”

“right. what is it with you gallaghers and milkoviches intermingling? i had to deal with your sister-“ he points at mickey, “- and your brother-“ he points at ian, “for far too long.”

“good genes.” mickey replies.

“oh, i’m sure.” the principle snarks. “so, we understand the other boy started it. that’s not the problem. the problem is that franny broke his nose.”

mickey barks a laugh, and ian shushes him again even if hes barely containing his own smile.

“i’m glad you’re taking this as seriously as we are.” principle huffs.

“sorry - we’re taking this very seriously. what’s the solution here?” ian asks.

“the boy’s family just want an apology. an easy way out, really.”

franny makes a noise of protest and mickey’s eyebrows shoot up. “a fucking apology? the kid’s clearly an asshole, maybe a little bone breaks from a girl would be good for him.”

“please contain your language, Mr Milkovich. and no, we don’t tolerate violence of any kind here. so franny will have to apologise.” the principle roles his eyes.

“that’s totally fine, excuse my husband.” mickey rolls his eyes and ian’s placating. “franny will apologise.”

although she huffs, she nods as well.

they’re about to get up and leave, taking franny with them, when the principle speaks again.

“if you don’t mind me asking, Mr Milkovich, how long were you in prison for? you see, me and some… fellow colleagues had a little betting pool going.”

Mickey rolls his eyes, and ian laughs.

“you made bets on whether he’d go to prison?”

“not so much on whether he would go, more on how long he’d stay there.” the headmaster corrects, which makes ian laugh.

“you’re such a problem student.” ian tells him, and mickey scoffs.

“like… two years? three maybe? he did escape at one point, not sure how that factors in.” ian tells him, because mickey is busy rolling his eyes.

“i did hear about that. impressive, i must say. i don’t think anyone will win any money on that, most people bet from ten years to life.” the headmaster tells him.

“yeah, well. one, fuck you. two, glad i surpassed your expectations, Principle Twat.” mickey huffs sarcastically, getting up and going.

“i see that nickname is never going.” the principle mutters as the two most insane families he’s had the displeasure of meeting leave the office.

god, he hopes franny won’t be trouble.

[marvelobsessed134]

How about an NSFW one where Paul Stanley gets pranked by a rocker dudette fan (I'm talking leather jacket, jeans, wristbands, band t shirt underneath, the whole nine yards) but then it turns into a little something spicy *Wink Wink*🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Prank call gone wrong

Pairings: Paul Stanley x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, rough sex, degradation, dumbifacation, size kink, and I think that’s it.

A/n: this might be my longest one yet

Summary: your prank on Paul Stanley goes amazingly wrong.

You’ve found the number to Paul’s hotel room. You’re still stoked that you’re staying in the same hotel as him! You had a couple hours to spare before the Kiss concert and you wondered if he was still in his room or if he was at the stadium. Either way, you wanted to prank call him.

Having thought of a script before hand, you excitedly dialed the number. How you got the number? You overheard a groupie telling it to her friend. And you have a pretty good memory.

It rang for a few seconds before he answered, “Hello?” His voice sent chills down your spine. God you love his voice. “Oh my god, Robert is that you? You’re with another girl aren’t you?” You responded trying your best to sound like an angry girlfriend.

“Umm my names not Robert I think you have the wrong-“

“Okay, so you’re just gonna pretend it’s not you. I’m not stupid, Robert. You’re with Brenda aren’t you? That skank.”

“I-“

“We were supposed to get married, Robert. How could you? I hate you so much pack all of your shit and get out of my house.” You fake cried before slamming the phone down. You laughed maniacally before deciding to go down to the hotel restaurant to get a bite to eat before the concert.

—

Paul was confused. So he asked Gene about it. “You’ve been prank called.” The bassist replied simply.

“‘Prank called’ what does that mean?” The singer asked.

“You can’t be that stupid. Put the two words together. Prank and call.”

Paul then realized what Gene was talking about. “So some chick just prank called me that’s great. Who was it? Because she woke me up from my sleep.” He grumbled. The other man shrugged his shoulders.

-at the concert-

You standing amongst the rest of the screaming fans as Kiss made their grand entrance onto the stage. As usual it was epic. Pyrotechnics, lights, dancers. And of course, the music. You were right up against the barricade. “Wooo! Hell yes!” You yelled as you did the rock n roll sign with your hands.

For some reason during the show, Paul kept looking at you. Which made you flustered. Who wouldn’t be? The show went on and after it ended, you waited to be one of the last to leave so you wouldn’t have to deal with the crowd.

You walked, the stadium was pretty much empty, you were alone. You felt someone grab your shoulder. You turned to see non other than the Starchild himself.

“Holy shit Paul Stanley!” You shouted but not too loud. “Shut up, people will hear. Now come with me.” He hissed before gripping your arm tightly and dragging you to his dressing room.

He slammed the door shut and pushed you against it. His grip firm on both of your arms as he looked down at you. “So, you’re the one who prank called me?” He asked.

“How’d you find out?” You asked in response.

“I have my ways. I just want you to know that you disturbed my sleep and you should know I need every hour of it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay? So you dragged me all the way here just so you could complain that my little call woke you up?”

“You better watch that mouth, missy.”

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ll give you something better to do with it.” As he said this, Paul undid his belt before pulling down his pants and boxers. His large cock sprang free and your eyes widened. He used his other hand to pulled you down onto your knees.

“You gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” The singer asked as he stroked his large cock in front of you. You were shocked by the whole situation. How did it lead to this? Not like you’re complaining, though.

You moved to grab his thighs to stable yourself but was quickly stopped. “Ah, ah. Hands behind your back.” And so, you put your hands behind your back allowing him full control over you. Paul grabbed your hair and pushed his cock in your mouth. You closed your lips around his length before he began bobbing your head back and forth.

“Fuck, you have such a good mouth, baby. This is all you’re good for isn’t it? Such a dumb little thing that only knows how to suck dick.” The singers’ filthy words made you extremely wet. He continued to fuck your face before pulling you off his cock. “I see my cock barely fit in your mouth, didn’t it? You’re so fucking tiny it’s pathetic. I can rip you in two if I wanted.”

Paul grabbed your hair to pull you up, and he dragged you over to the couch and sat down pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. You could feel his hard cock through your leather pants. You started to grind on him as the two of you made out.

The singer began to kiss your neck down to your collarbone before throwing your leather jacket off your shoulders. A tank top with his face on it was underneath. He smirked, “Well, I see you must really like me huh?”

“I just like your voice.” You lied.

“Are you sure you don’t like my dick too?” He chuckled when your face went red. He pulled his shirt off before pulling yours off, groaning when he saw you wore nothing underneath. The raven haired man massaged your breasts, tweaked your nipples and bit and sucked on them. You were in complete bliss.

In one swift motion you were laid on your back. He was roughly taking your boots off and pulling your pants and panties down. You instinctively spread your legs.

“You think I’m gonna lick that pussy after what you’ve done? You’re just gonna lay there take my cock like a good slut.” He said before ramming into you without warning. You squealed in both pain and surprise. “Oh my god you’re so fucking tight. My cock can barely even fit this tiny pussy.” Paul moaned as he began to pump in and out of your tight wet hole.

You couldn’t think straight at all. You only laid there as Paul fucked you, used you. But oh you fucking loved it.

He pulled you up so you were straddling him again, his cock still inside you. The singer gripped your hips and slammed you up and down on his large cock.

“You like this baby? Bet you didn’t think about this when you called me today huh?” You couldn’t respond to him, and he was getting a kick out of it.

“Aww is my baby going all dumb on my cock? You had so much to say moments ago.”

You gripped his shoulders as he used you as a flesh light, feeling yourself get closer and closer to the edge. You finally clenched around him, “Ah!” You screamed in surprise.

“Fuck that was hot. Get on your knees again.” The singer commanded. You quickly got on your knees and grabbed his cock, putting it into your mouth sucking hard and fast, wanting his cum more than anything.

Paul put his hands behind his head as he leaned back with a cocky smile. “Yeah, you want my cum don’t you? Pathetic, really.” You jerked him off a couple times before his cum squirted all over your face.

Tears were in your eyes cause some of it got in them. Your mascara was smeared and so was your lipstick. Your hair disheveled and cum all over your face. “You look so fucking beautiful like this. Get cleaned up, I’ll give you my number for next time.”

[nicksolemnlyswears]

HOTD S2 EP3 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

Where do i fucking start? So much happened Im still reeling

Im laughing cause we were all expecting to see more of the Blackwoods at the beginning and we just got the trailer scene. So that left me cackling. Granted it was quickly wiped away by the massacre scene.

I truly love how Criston Cole is utterly clueless and regretting every decision he’s made. He’s way in too deep and everyone knows it.

Let’s give a big shout out to Rhaenys who keeps speaking the truth and honestly being a great Hand to Rhaenyra even if she doesn’t hold that title. She’s the OG

Was expecting more of Daemon and bloodshed and dragonfire but my dude was simply in a fever dream of sorts? maybe he did get poisoned or something? Maybe the dark haired lady is a witch? So many questions and not enough answers

Talking about that scene I was so happy to see Millie back if only for a scene. It was such a nice surprise! I thought it was Aemma when he entered the room.

There’s the bit of Aegon saying he can be feared and baby boy just wants to prove himself. I can’t blame him literally no one sees him capable. They only use him.

It was so hilarious when the white cloaks where talking about one of the younger ones having never bed a woman and he was like 🤔 didn’t you swore celibacy. It seemed very innocent at the moment but that clearly went to hell later.

Fuck Larys Strong is all I gotta say. One manipulative motherfucker. Not even his house wants him.

I lowkey really like Mysaria. She’s an interesting character.

Rhaena baby I know you want a role in war but literally get that ticket out of the bloodshed and thank me later.

Rhaenyra is such a good mom protecting her children from the ugliness of war.

Were those Daenerys eggs? 👀 I really want there to be a cameo about them.

Jacaerys is so impatient. I can feel him shaking. He wants to fight he wants a purpose but he respects his mama at least.

Jacaerys hugging Joffrey? My heart ached.

Can’t fucking believe Criston Cole took the time to get a fucking haircut. Looks so stupid on him too. Good for me though it’s easier to hate him.

…does Alicents brother seem fruity to you? or just me? 👀👀 Guess it runs in the family

A dragonseed at last? But where’s the blonde hair? I thought the blonde was like a dominant gene? The dude was so invested in his family history. Bless his heart. Looks like he supports the Blacks so I’m all for that.

Okay the brothel scene. I got pikachu’d like three times. First, when he opens the first curtain and there’s a woman giving it her all. She was gagged (almost literally). Second, AEGON FINDING AEMON. I was so shook I really didn’t think it could get worse from there. But then Aemond stands and it’s like shocked pikachu x3. Respectfully Aemond looking good.

Aemond really put that mask on so fast. He was like “eh fuck her see if i care” baby boy…you care very much.

Moving on! Baela! How the fuck can she see anything from so high up! My miopía could never!

Alicent and her fucking candles. She needs a lighter.

I’ve been pikachued once more! I can’t believe Rhaenyra went through with the plan! It’s so odd seeing them together once more!

Our mothers are together once more!!! I had to laugh they were so awkward at first. Rhaenyra didn’t know what to do with herself. She even admits knowing she went about it all wrong. Peak Comedy.

You guys don’t know the joy I felt when Alicent realized it’s about Aegon the Conqueror and not her son. OMG.

At the same time I wa so sad for Rhaenyra cause for a moment she really though Viserys had changed his mind but suck on that Alicent.

She went to being a bitch so quickly. God I hate her. Rhaenyra is trying to make peace and she refuses. Fuck her. Can’t stand her. Even knowing Viserys never meant for Aegon to be king.

Overall, another great episode although I expected more from Daemon.

[dr-futbol-blog]

Epiphany, Pt. 4

McKay cannot hear Sheppard shouting his name beyond the portal, having spent hours separated from the others by this time, but McKay is definitely thinking about Sheppard just as hard as Sheppard is thinking about him. McKay rips out a bouquet of flowers that he intends to send through the portal, symbolically passing them on to Sheppard. And because Ronon and Teyla seem to have no idea why he is doing it and are wondering if he has lost his whole damn mind, one or both of them must have thought that McKay was doing exactly that, picking flowers to send to Sheppard.

McKay: To test a theory. Work with me here, people! Look, if I'm right, we need to hurry. Dex: What are you doing, McKay? McKay: I am trying to determine how much faster time is passing on the other side of the portal than it is here.

But as always, there is a method to McKay's madness and he has an actual reason for doing this. What is interesting is what McKay says here. He is clearly answering a question, and he looks at Teyla as does, only we heard no question. Either Teyla had asked McKay a question that we simply did not get to hear or he was answering an unspoken question on her face or even in her thoughts. It is not impossible for adrenaline to heighten what ever abilities the Ancient gene might have given McKay, and just as always, he does not even need to be aware of anything strange taking place. McKay is not particularly good at reading other people and yet here he is answering a question no one asked but they definitely thought. This is even lampshaded by the question that Ronon does then voice, which has basically the same meaning but is the wrong syntax for McKay's answer.

McKay's solution is clever, using living matter to figure out the time-differential. At the back of his mind he already fears that this is true but he needs to know for sure before he can start figuring out what to do about it. His task is made more difficult by the peanut gallery suddenly having lost all faith in his abilities, and again we can see how differently people treat McKay when Sheppard is not around. While Sheppard might have hurried McKay, it is doubtful that he had to have fought his way to figuring this out with Sheppard if it had been Ronon or Teyla that had fallen to the other side.

Teyla: Why would time progress faster? Dex: It doesn't make any sense. McKay: That is what I am trying to prove! Now, just wait. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... Dex: McKay... McKay: ...ten, bear with me, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and twenty. A lot faster!

McKay pushes the flowering branches into the energy field just as he had done with the MALP-on-a-stick earlier, holding it out like a fishing rod. Ronon seems to be at the end of his patience with McKay, and we see Teyla exchange a look with him, rolling her eyes. Both of them seem incapable of understanding what the problem is and why McKay is acting so strangely.

But let us make note of this: McKay is not counting out seconds here. It is a known method of calculating approximate seconds to add some multiple syllable word (Mis-sis-sip-pi, hip-po-po-ta-mus, one-thous-and, steam-boat) after each integer because people usually have a difficult time approximating seconds and counting out loud, people tend to speed it up without meaning to. And while McKay is a Physicist, he has a notoriously poor sense of time that may at least partially be explained by his tendency to dissociate. So while he may think that he is counting seconds here, he is actually counting much too fast. And it could even be that because Ronon and Teyla are both rushing him, are demanding proofs and answers before he can produce the evidence that he feels like he has to do this faster than he ought to. He keeps the branch in as long as he dares under Ronon's gaze and it is enough to prove his point. He may not get an accurate evaluation of how fast time is passing on the other side but it is enough to both get a ballpark and to convince the others of the nature of the problem. Sheppard is in trouble.

When we return to Sheppard in the cave, over 8 hours has passed for him. He is starting to sound defeated, his exhaustion showing in how he sits down on a rock in order to try to contact the others again, hoping against hope that they might answer him this time. He seems to be switching between addressing all of them and speaking to McKay because, not knowing about the fact that time is passing much more quickly for him, he thinks that McKay should have been able to figure this one out by now. He has such absolute faith in McKay's abilities that he has been expecting them to bust through the barrier ever since he got pulled through. He is living in "any minute now..." mode, and it is trusting in McKay that makes him unable to give up. But he is getting concerned.

Sheppard: Can you hear me now? The cave opens up to the other side of the ridge but there's nothing in the immediate area I can survive on.

The wide shot of Sheppard emphasizes how alone he is in the cave. We also see him toss the radio to the ground. He opens the radio, opens his mouth to say something more, but then decides against it, getting up and talking away from the radio despondently. He is clearly close to giving up. He is close but not quite there, as next we see him, he has retrieved the radio because he has a few more things to say to the others, and now he definitely seems to be talking to McKay in particular. We also see that he has quite the stubble going on, showing us not just the passage of time but how fast his facial hair grows on the man with a near-permanent five o'clock shadow. By now, it has been over a day for him meaning that this is taking place c. 15 minutes in.

Sheppard: OK, that's day two and I'm out of water. We don't leave our people behind. Right?

The first part here is Sheppard giving a sitrep, he is still trying to do the responsible thing and hold on to protocol, to help them help him. On the off chance that anyone would be able to receive his communique, he is giving them pertinent information. But the second part, while it may be something that he has tried to instill on his team through personal example e.g, by coming to rescue Ronon and Teyla from their cell recently, it is something that is a particular tenet of the US military for which McKay has been contracting for many years, which they both serve. Not leaving their people behind is something that the SGC lives by, it is something that he knows McKay would understand. But it is protocol, and by appealing to that he is showing the seeds of doubt that the prolonged loneliness has been sowing in his mind. So far, McKay has always shown up for him. When ever he has needed McKay, he has been there.

And it is not out of duty that McKay has come for him, has tried to save him again and again, but out of love. McKay had only just risked his life out of love for him, and while he might have had a few choice words about that for McKay that we never got to hear, he hadn't really meant them. He had meant the part about McKay not risking his life for him, but that did not mean that he did not want and need McKay to come through for him in a pinch. And this is beginning to feel like a real pinch. A part of him is offended that McKay has not come for him yet because he thinks that the others are literally standing a few feet away, how hard can it be? There is a note of bitterness, even anger in his tone here. He expected more from them, he expected better.

Sheppard: How about sending me a signal to show me that you're still there? Doesn't have to be a rock, you can write a damned note.

But just as soon as he has that out of his system, he changes his tone. And his tone is so soft here that he can only be speaking to McKay. He is speaking to a lover, pleading to hear from them. He just wants to know that McKay is still there, nothing more. He wants to know that he is not alone. And let us underscore the fact that he is not saying that he wants a note in order to know that they are working on it, that they are coming for him. He just wants to know that McKay is still there. We also get confirmation that he is speaking to McKay here in that in real time, McKay only too late realizes that he should have sent Sheppard a note. He thought about it but likely because he had to fight Ronon and Teyla the whole way there, he simply did not have bandwidth to think about everything that he should have done for Sheppard. But a note was on both of their minds. Communicating with the other through time and space. Touching base. Letting the other know that they were thinking about them.

Sheppard: I'm gonna turn off my radio for another six hours to conserve the battery, and try to get some sleep. Sheppard out.

Here, Sheppard lets them know that he is going to shut down his radio so that they do not worry if they don't hear from him for a while, letting us know that he is thinking about them. But what is interesting is what happens between the things he says. After basically begging for McKay to send him a note, anything to let him know that he is still there, Sheppard opens his radio to say something more. He waits for a beat, and then closes the radio. There was something that he wanted to say but then thought better of it, made the decision not to say it. Or he chickened out from saying what he felt like saying. He is tired, apparently not having been able to sleep for the whole time that he has been there. And now he says that he will try to get some sleep, which also tells us something, given that Sheppard seems to have developed that soldier's skill of getting Z's whenever, where ever. This is also another case of Sheppard updating McKay on his sleeping plans and arrangements because for some strange reason Sheppard seems to feel the need to keep McKay apprised of that.

Sheppard takes a seat against the wall so that he is facing the portal, that he will be ready there the moment McKay will come to get him. He wants to stay as close as he can to where he knows he had last seen him, his last known whereabouts. It is not unlike we saw him try to sleep on the hive in the previous episode, the wraith worshiper pressing herself against his side. But let us note the way he rubs his own thigh here, seeming to give himself some comfort with the touch. While we cannot be sure when the last time was that he actually had some sleep with McKay, given both of their preference for sleeping on their left sides, the hand rubbing his own thigh would have been the same hand with which he could have held on to McKay when he did sleep with him. We might interpret it as such in light of his propensity both for self-soothing and auto-erotic touching. Touching someone's thigh with his right hand just as he closes his eyes may be a way of keeping someone close to him even when they are not there.

Continued in Pt. 5

[maiiefizz]

Jegulus Prompt: Traitor

@jegulus-microfic

10.04.24, 404 Words

This is the perfect word to write Angst but my heart won't let me. So just peaceful stuff.

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James leans back with a big grin on his face and looks at Regulus.

Reg thinks about how he can still win the game. He is usually the best at chess. Apart from Monty. James' father is the best man the chess world has ever seen. But now the genes seem to be awakening in James too, because Regulus simply can't compete with his boyfriend. No matter what move he makes, James seems to have planned everything three steps ahead and is slowly running out of options. This must not happen.

"Come on Reggi, you know what we bet on."

Regulus sighs, annoyed. "Potter, I'm not going to sit next to Sirius and Remus on a ten hour car journey."

James' grin gets bigger.

"Then I guess you have to win now."

Regulus closes his eyes and slumps backwards, lying on the soft carpet on the floor of the Potters' living room.

"I think I have a better chance of winning the trip if I just strangle Sirius tonight."

He then hears a voice laughing

It sounds like James, but even if the difference is barely noticeable, Regulus knows James' voice better than anyone else. He immediately opens his eyes and looks up into the face of Monty, who is looking down at him with a grin.

"Oh Potter, you Traitor! How long has he been helping you?!"

Monty replies: "If it wasn't for me, he'd already be out of check after your third move."

"Well, now that we've sorted that out," Regulus begins, "you can sit next to Barty and Evan in the back seat tomorrow. Sirius and Remus in the middle on the two and I'll sit in the front next to Pandora."

"HEY!" shouts James, "you haven't won yet. So there's still a chance that I'll sit next to Pandora and you'll sit with your brother and Moony."

"You cheated. That definitely counts as losing!"

"It doesn't"

"It does"

"Don't"

"Does"

"Dad!"

Monty laughs "You're cute, you two. How about you two sit on the two seats in the middle and the others have to take care of the rest?"

Regulus and James look at each other briefly and smile.

The chess game long forgotten as soon as they imagine being in total connection for 10 hours.

They don't notice Monty leaving with a grin.

[hyper-pixels]

3, 10, 14, 23, and 36 for both mitchel/chen nico/ortega so i can dribble them both like a basketball please 🤲

What is this? Bingo?

3.) Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Hell yeah Mitchel does. 5'3 with someone's who 6' something built like a shit brick house? Mitchel isn't letting that go to waste. He sees an opportunity to steal he's getting his grubby fingers all over it.

Nico and Ortega? They both can swap out clothes. I think Nico keeps hidden jackets/hoodies because Ortega takes some. Ortega probably has caught Nico in her jeans in the morning.

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10.) Describe their first date.

"Stick a fork in me I'm tender" but "I'm sorry I revealed to you I knew the entire time but did you really have to drive a steak knife through my hand and the table and telepathically implode everyone's mind? I frequent this place enough the waitress and owner know my name."

Mitchel refuses to go anywhere near the diner anymore probably to Chen's dismay. If it was considered a first date (which Mitchel will never admit that it was to him) it was a terrible one. Chen probably doesn't admit things in public like that anymore, hopefully.

I already got Nico and Ortega's date :) [X]

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14.) How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

They get along like oil and water. As in, you need a immersion blender to get anything. They're both an excellent voice of reason when they want to be and can get over most issues with few words. A calm before the storm if you will. Especially pre-Heartbreak, those two could solve any problem with minimal bickering when given the right tools.

Mitchel tends to punch before he thinks it through. Steel—ever the tactician—is quick to jump on his ass for it. Which is quick to develop into a one-sided shouting match and accusations and backhanded insults being thrown on both sides. Mitchel throws in everything he has because it's not much and he has nothing of value to loose; Steel is too quick to withhold information because he digs too deeply and thinks the other is also withholding information. They get on each others nerves too easily. Lit match waiting for gasoline.

Ortega and Nico get along really well! Despite Nico is chalk full of guilt from being a villain and a Re-Gene whilst also dating Ortega, and the fear of Ortega finding out before they can remove their tattoos is nauseating and thus, tends to shove down any sort of fight and just gives in. I think it sets Ortega off when Nico just takes the verbal hit to the gut and backhanded compliments without a fight. She knows they can, she just doesnt get why.

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23.) Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

I think Chen is more likely to ask. Mitchel is more likely to actually succeed.

If Chen would ask: As smitten as Mitchel is with Chen, being vulnerable with the enemy is a death sentence. Staying the night is not very optional because Mitchel hates Chen's apartment. It's too hospital-esque and just the more tender emotions makes him consider it a vulnerability. Plus: Chen has work. He really wants too, but the reminder that it's the same man who also ruined his life is daunting. You know?

If Mitchel would ask: We all know Chen would keep his mouth shut if he knows you're the villain. You think he would pass up the opportunity to miss paperwork AND cuddle the equivalent of a normally pissed off hedgehog he's been eyeing for almost a year AND offering itself up?

Nico and Ortega? Get real. They're both still in bed by 12pm. (Ortega asked and succeeded)

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36.) Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Mitchel. Being a telepath has its perks. While he can't cook a 5-star meal he can cook something filling. Chen probably gets food in bed and Spoon gets a small meal out of it too.

Nico would get up. They'd rather starve in bed than bother Ortega; if Ortega's hungry they'll get up and make something. Ortega feeds them all the time it's the least they can do.

List of questions :)

Answered asks 1 - 2 - 3

[shewrites444]

visitation [xavier thorpe x reader smut]

[a/n - so in my attempt to make up for my horrible posting rates lately, here is a pretty dirty plot i came up with.]

word count - 2.5k

summary - following xavier’s false arrest, the reader visits him to see if she can help in any way. of course, she can.

warnings - dirty talk, unprotected oral (m receiving), 69, unprotected sex in diff. positions

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xavier looked pathetic behind bars, with the way his head hung low, no matter who he was speaking to, or if he was eating, humming, drawing on the walls - he always looked so glum. despite my bias opinion due to our friendship, i didn’t think he was the monster. he really wasn’t capable of that kind of sin, despite the edgy persona he put on during the day.

while xavier and i weren’t the best of friends, we had an understood connection since we met a few years back through nevermore. our parents treated us in similar ways, and while xavier radiated huge daddy issues, i was on the opposite end of the spectrum. my mom and i weren’t very close due to how consumed she was in her work, and the fact that my dad passed on the genes of an outcast to me was something she seemed to resent heavily. hence, her practically shipping me off to boarding school 9 months out of the year.

due to these similarities, we grew close, and soon, after about a year or so, we ended up sleeping together after a party. yes, we were nearly blacked out, but it happened, and there was no coming back from that type of thing. when he was with bianca we never did anything, and when he was infatuated with wednesday i stayed clear of that, too. we had boundaries, of course, and that was made clear from the beginning. no strings attached wasn’t so bad, except when my causal hook up was now being accused of ripping apart a handfuls of citizens in our area. so, while visiting xavier wasn’t the best idea at the moment, i knew he needed a friend, or at least someone to talk to that wasn’t the cops.

after the last employee walked out of the police department, i grabbed my purse and slung it over my shoulder, skipping over the dark road before closing my eyes and teleporting into the front office. yep, that was my thing. not very common at nevermore, but nevertheless, had its perks. i’ve avoided many situations, and people, believe me.

i walked down the blacked out hallway until i reached a room that was filled with a small amount of noise, in which seemed to be pure exhaustion. i leaned against the wall in a bit of confusion, listening quietly through the opened door. a belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped.. good god.

i roll my eyes with a smirk, walking into the room to see xavier spitting on his hand, but quickly jolting back into his bed with red cheeks and wide, embarrassed eyes.

“jesus, [y/n]! a knock could have been nice!” xavier shouts in frustration, wiping his hand off on his black pants, zipping them back up immediately after.

i shrug my shoulders and set my bag on the desk aside the wall, before walking over to the cell. “i wasn’t aware you spent your nights wacking right after the police leave. tell me, are you imaging the detective girl that turned you into here?”

“are you jealous?” he teases, looking up to meet my eyes with a light grin on his lips. “i’ve gotta find some ways to distract myself from my current situation.”

“i could never be jealous of something i already have.” i snap, passing him a wink before walking in front of the silver bars. i sigh, insisting for him to walk towards me, which he does instantly. i watch him lean down to lightly peck my lips between the bars, which only makes me laugh.

“so romantic. i love fucking a criminal.” i joke, sliding my jacket off and onto the floor. “but i don’t know if it’s worth it to bring myself into that cell, xavier.”

“oh, it is.” he moans into my mouth, kissing me once more. “why don’t you get on your knees and give me a taste before you make your decision?”

i pull away, glancing down to the erection that was already pushing against the fabric of his cargos, which only made me blush. “try to command me again and i won’t even lay a finger on you. you’re lucky i feel moderate pity for you.”

“noted.” xavier nods, unzipping his pants before sliding them down with his boxers. he watches me sink to the floor after kicking my shoes off, taking his cock into my hand through the bars as i begin to pump it, spitting on his tip as well to increase my rhythm.

he moans loudly as his length encompasses my mouth, pushing towards me and pressing against my throat while i suck him off, jerking off his length and the other hand moving to play with his balls. i look up to meet his eyes, his expression nothing but lust, mouth open and eyes subtly rolling back.

“god, i’ve missed this.. you’re always so good at sucking my cock, [y/n]…” xavier groans, holding one bar with his hand while the other reaches through to hold the back of my head, and a good grip on my loose hair. “why don’t you come in here, baby? please. you’ve got my dick so hard. you always do.”

i ignore his words and continue what i’m doing, pushing my head forward to deep throat his tip into my throat, earning a gag from my full mouth, which only makes xavier harder, and far more turned on. i keep myself in place, closing my eyes as i practically face fuck him, given his frozen movements while i stuff his cock down my throat. my hands trail away to rest against the bars while i suck, up and down, back into a rhythm to give my throat a break. i could feel his eyes on me, and i knew he wasn’t going to take them away from me until i got into his cell.

i pull away, taking a breath, and a moment, before i stand up and brush my hair out of my face, walking over to the desk to grab the key to unlock his chains. i then close my eyes, and bring myself into the small space within a second.

i look to xavier, who walked towards my figure and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a passionate kiss, which i return while taking my top off. after i toss the white shirt onto the floor, i take the key and unlock his shackles, watching the hard, cold metal drop the floor.

“we’re gonna have to unfortunately put these back on you when i leave, you know.” i say, setting the key on the ground before wrapping my arms around his neck. “can’t have anyone know i was here.”

“okay, okay, come here.” he mutters into my mouth, basically ignoring my serious statement, and instead dragging me to the bed, where he lays me down on my back. “i’m gonna fuck you so good. i’m gonna make you cum so much, baby.”

“we’ll see.” i tease, watching him pull my pants off. he kneels before the bed and pulls me closer to him, one hand holding my left leg up as his fingers trail to my entrance, pressing his thumb against my clit.

i moan softly, looking up to meet his eyes while he rubs the sensitive bud and sits up, aligning himself with me before slowly pushing the tip in, and quickly working himself into a rhythm.

“you’re so tight around me, fuck..” xavier moans, releasing his finger before leaning above me, thrusting inside of me still as he presses his lips against my own. “you know i’m not the monster, [y/n], but god, if i was, i wouldn’t lay a finger on you.. you’re so fucking hot, you’re the only one i’ve ever truly wanted to be inside of.. i wanna fill you up, baby.. make you mine…”

my eyes widen as i look up him, watching his lips trail down to my breasts, as he pecks them and kisses at the erect buds. i knew xavier wasn’t the monster, of course, but being in here with so much spare time must’ve sure brought in some creative dirty talk. i never knew he wanted me like that. he was always so into wednesday lately, that i figured i wasn’t even a thought. we hadn’t slept together, or done anything, really, in a month or so. basically since she showed up.

while i wasn’t the jealous type, xavier had been feeding me attention for awhile now, and to have it taken from me so suddenly, it was more annoying than anything. despite how much i liked being single, i did like to feel claimed, and i know he liked to feel that way, too. so the more i thought about his words, it wasn’t much of a surprise. if anything, it was just fucking hot.

“you really want me? only me?” i blush and bite on my lower lip, glancing down to him as he sucks at my right nipple while cupping the breast up. i shake my head though, taking my words back, after quickly thinking over how sensual that sounded. i hated how he made me feel so good, no matter what he said, or did. fuck.

he looks up to me and pulls off my breast with a smirk. he could definitely tell i regretted that actual expression of normal affection.

he sits up, holding both my legs above my head before pushing himself deeper inside of me. “can’t take that back, [y/n].” he winks, watching my mouth drop open while he pushes his cock fully inside of me, thrusting lightly, but just enough for me to feel him pressing into my belly. god, it hurt, but it felt so fucking good. he was so big. he knew it.

“well, i take it back. fuck whoever you want.” i say with a blank face, gulping as he began to pick up the pace, but stopped abruptly at my words.

he pulled out of me, standing up and lightly holding me up before helping me onto my knees, turning me the other way to press against the cold tile walls, my legs spread underneath me. he comes up behind me, pushing his cock back inside of me, which only pressed my body more against the wall.

“well, i chose to fuck you.” he expresses, wrapping his arms around me, cupping each breast in one hand. he pecks the crane of my neck, holding me tightly. “i chose you over anyone, [y/n]. you know how to make me feel good, even in here.. you know how to take my dick, baby.. you’re such a good girl, you know.. pressed up against this wall letting me fuck you so good.. there’s no fight tonight, baby. i love when you just let me control you..”

“hm.. well, there’s about to be… if you don’t make me cum… as promised...” i say in between moans, turning my head just enough to meet his eyes, watching him smirk while he releases one hand from my breast and down to my clit, which he harshly presses against, causing my back to contort backwards, pressing my ass against his lower abdomen.

“god, you’re so sensitive tonight..” xavier coos, holding me tightly against him. “you gonna cum all over my cock? i bet you taste so good, love. you’re gonna taste so good mixed with me.”

i press the side of my face against the wall, both hands against the bricks as i sigh heavily, biting my lower lip in order to keep my mouth. i hated letting him have the upper hand at times, he got so cocky. he knew he was making me feel good, and terribly wet, so it tended to get to his head. i didn’t like to give him what he wanted immediately. he had to work for it.

i began to move my body backwards, almost grinding from behind him to stimulate him further, which only made him moan in pleasure, throwing off the rhythm he had going.

“lay down.” i say firmly, feeling his hands release from my body and onto the bed. i move myself on top of him, where my pussy then hovers before his lips, and i’m aligned with his hard cock, which i leaned down to take into my mouth almost immediately.

“f-fuck…” xavier stammers, reaching up to hold my ass as he pulls me down to meet his lips. as he licks my folds, twisting his tongue into the flesh and gently pressing against my clit, i feel two fingers push inside of me, which only catches me by surprise as well, my moans muffling through my busy lips.

he pushes another finger inside, stretching me out as i moan loudly, pulling myself away from his dick and beginning to grind my pussy on his lips, until he pulls his fingers out and focuses his mouth on me.

i close my eyes and sink myself into the moment, one hand on the wall while the other pumps his cock, which was coming closer and closer to finishing.

“i-i’m gonna cum, baby.. please fuck me..” xavier moans, lightly moving me out of his face and nudging me towards the lower part of his body.

i nod, moving myself down his figure to align with his dick, pushing myself back onto him. i hear him moan behind me, almost whining at the amount of stimulation i put him through already.

i move my fingers to my clit, rubbing the bud in order to increase my upcoming orgasm, bouncing on his dick while his hands held my waist, guiding me up and down.

my mind was at a blank, genuinely focused on the pure pleasure this brought the both of us, and nothing else. just the moment that i was so terribly engrossed in, and not the fact it was all in a cell. i was with xavier, and this was the release we both so desperately needed.

and fuck, we got it.

our moans synced together as we gasped throughout the stimulation both our organisms brought us, our juices intertwining as i rode out the high of our climaxes, up until the moment his body went numb beneath me. i got off of him, my weak legs moving to grab my underwear off the floor, and slowly began to get dressed as he watched me from behind.

"you're going leave already, [y/n]?" he asked, leaning up to grab his clothes. "what happened to all that talk?"

"ignore that until you're let out of prison, xavier." i turn around, zipping my pants up. i lean down to grab the handcuffs and the key again, putting them back on him after he got dressed, and pushing him back to the bed.

he purses his lips together and sighs, cupping my cheeks before kissing me softly. "fine. but you need to come here again. no one's ever gonna make me feel as good as you do - i mean that."

"i'm flattered. maybe i will." i tease, pecking his cheek before leaving the cell in a blink. i grab my purse and glance to him before walking out and into the dim hallway.

[little-lisa-i]

How they cuddle

A/N: I just came up with these so sorry about any mistakes. This is between seasons five and six because that's where I am in rewatching it. Reader has a blood quirk where she can break down and change her quirk genetics and give herself quirks if she can identify what in the gene gives someone their quirk. She can also do this for other people but she needs to ingest their blood, she can also change her experience and create copies of herself using her blood but it is very dangerous and painful for her because whatever damage the copies go through she does too. It's called control.

Pairing: Bakugo, Kirishima, Deku

Warning: cussing (cause Bakugou), fluff, mention of blood, scratches, scars, and other body trauma, F! reader

Bakugou

It was a long day of training and Bakugou was tired, but he still had homework to get done. But, his girlfriend had been battered and bruised from the training. "Y/n?" he growled, sitting next to her on the floor. She raised her head from her homework to see him holding bandages and a first aid kit.

After he covered the more major of her scrapes he gently kissed it, though would deny it if she told anyone. "come here," he huffed walking back to his desk. She did he pulled her onto his lap so her head sat on the nape of his neck. She ran her fingers through his golden hair, and while he did his homework he rubbed her back occasionally tracing shapes and their names as well. And, by the time he was done, she had fallen asleep.

He placed his hands under her thighs before getting up and walking to his bed. He shut the lights off but left the door cracked (per Aizawa's orders after catching them making out), letting in the light from the hallway. He let her head rest on his chest, and his arms held her protectively against him. "Dumbass," he hummed before falling asleep

Kirishima

"Hey Y/n, lookin' good today!" Denki complimented while he walk past her and Kirishima on their way to his dorm. Kirishima's smile fell, he knew Denki but it still makes him jealous when he says those things.

"Kiri, were you listening?" She hummed, and Kirishima looked back at her. "Sorry, I'm just tired" he responded, he knew he lied and she did too. The two walked into his room, and she immediately made herself comfortable on his bed. She curled herself toward the wall. "Y/n" Kirishima sighed while climbing into the bed behind her, "you wouldn't leave me, right?" He pulled her closer by her waist, before fully hugging her. "No reason to," she reassured. Kirishima placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder, making her giggle.

They stayed that way for a while before they both turned over, Kirishima laid on his back and she lay beside him resting her head on his shoulder. he kept one hand on her waist and the other was on his stomach, while both her hands fell on his chest as if he were a pillow.

Deku

Before his eyes, his girlfriend flew across the training grounds. "Y-Y/n!" He stuttered running over to her, "I'm sorry." But, he only finds a puddle of blood. Gasping he turns around to see her holding a ball of lightning before she releases it toward him. He is uninjured just slightly dizzy, meanwhile, she is exhausted and is covered in scratches, scrapes, and bruises. They both knew she couldn't win against Deku. "Uh, Y/n!" he shouts before rushing to her collapsing figure.

When she woke up, she was in Recovery Girl's office. Deku was sitting in a chair beside her bed, watching her closely. "Are you okay?" She only nodded in response. As if he read her mind Deku climbed into the be beside her. She adjusted her body to face his. He rested his hands around her waist, and she hugged his neck. He turned slightly on his back so he could see the door, but not enough to disturb her. And, slowly she fell asleep to his mumbling and his heartbeat, and not long after, he too succumbed to exhaustion.

[relatableblorbopoll]

Round 1 of preliminaries, group 8

The first two places get a place on the bracket

Little reminder: there will be 2 more rounds of preliminaries, the losing blorbos of this poll still have 2 chances of getting in the official bracket

Propaganda under the cut

Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls)

"there are so many things wrong with this man i feel a kinship with him. Also the neurodivergency"

Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise)

"he's a young child who is incredibly autistic (maybe a technology special interest, tail wagging could be interpreted as a stim, he is a fox and foxes have a gene variant linked to autism, etc) and incredibly humble and loyal to sonic. however he does feel like he may be a burden to him, as discussed in sonic frontiers. T: sonic, am i a burden to you? S: wow, and how did you come to this well thought out concern? T: whenever there's a crisis, i'm either running away or standing on the sidelines! you're always rescuing me, and all i do is follow you around! in the adventure era, there was some character development where he learned to grow into his own person (well. you know what i mean) kinda (he saved an entire city which isn't why he's relatable it's the growing into your own person thing) he was also bullied for having two tails before he met sonic. sonic saved him from his bullies which is how they met 👍 he is literally me"

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

"- emotionally repressed - socially awkward - ace"

Ford Prefect (The Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy)

"he’s very trans and autistic coded at least in my mind, and he has the fashion sense of a loser transmasc lesbian. he cracks stupid jokes all the time, changes the subject with absolutely no warning, he’s simultaneously the most likable and most annoying character in the book, he’s so me"

Shaun Murphy (The Good Doctor)

"My brother got me into The Good Doctor. The only difference between my personality and Shaun's personality is my crippling social anxiety. I'm completely serious, my behavior when prior to developing social anxiety was identical to Shaun's (by which I mean I once shouted "I'm sharpening my pencil" in second grade completely unprovoked because I had no concept of it being socially inappropriate). Genuinely if I didn't have social anxiety, I would constantly be in a state of "hes just like me fr" and it would make complete sense to anyone who knows me and also watches The Good Doctor. Also keeping notes on flirting and keeping track of when people are flirting with each other around your workplace, which is a hospital, is a massive mood. That whole thing is basically him going around to colleagues and saying "this colleague was flirting with you! :D" and refusing to elaborate, then leaving. I love it and if I wasn't terrified of judgement I'd do the same thing."

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise)

"Transgender. To me. Also very sarcastic. Idk how to explain, my brain is too smooth and he just me"

[moldygreenblue]

My brother, my brother, and me

(Day three prompt for Woevember, created by @asouefanworkevent)

[Author Note: This fic is vaguely set in an AU of mine where Gregor doesn't exist. I say 'vaguely' I'm unsure how compliant this is to the AU, but I assure you this does fulfill the prompt.]

“No fair! I was in disguise at the bar!” shouts Hector, following Ike into their apartment.

“But no one asked why you weren’t present!” argues Ike, not looking back to his brother. Ike jumps over the sofa, takes his seat, and crosses his arms. “When I was in disguise to the Denouement party, people went up to me to say, ‘Gee, it’s a shame Ike didn’t show up to the party! Marine-theme is up his alley!’ It made me wish I was there as myself!”

“Ike, no asked about my absence due to preparing the lie that I was sick,” says Hector, walking over to stand in front of Ike. “You never made an excuse for your absence.”

“Because I didn’t know the party was marine-theme! We both thought that, Hector!” Ike growls.

“Well, I’m not going to go be the absent brother at Gregor’s birthday party!”

“I’m not going to be absent either! But one of us has to be a no-show for Gregor to show up! It’s his birthday! Him being absent would raise questions!”

Hector and Ike glare at each other.

“Then we have one option left,” says Hector. “Best two out of three?”

“Of course, hermano.”

(two out of three later, on the night of the party…)

“It’s a shame Hector couldn’t be here tonight,” says Olivia, pouring the bag of chips into the empty bowl.

“I’m surprise that he’s sick again,” comments Monty, opening another bottle of sparkling cider.

Ike keeps quiet as he cuts the tres leches cake, so that guests can get their slices easy. He briefly gives a look at Gregor, cleaning the small spill Monty accidentally left behind. Gregor is wearing a mask over his mouth, but Ike doesn’t need to see Gregor’s frown. Gregor is capable of giving Ike the perfect side-eye of anger, as he is doing it now.

“Hector is just prone to getting sicker in the spring than in autumn and winter, Montgomery,” says Gregor, in his deep and accented voice. “He has this ailment since he was a child.”

“What about you!? You got whatever gene Hector has too,” says Olivia, holding the bowl in her hand, “only worse. You’re always wearing a mask when we see you!”

“Let Gregor be, Olivia,” says Monty, sparkling cider bottle in hand. “He can do what he wants.”

Olivia and Monty soon leave the kitchen to rejoin the party. Ike and Gregor wait for them to be gone. Ike opens his mouth to speak, but Gregor raises his hand.

Gregor opens the refrigerator, and grabs an unopen water bottle. He pulls down his mask, and then twists off the cap. Gregor takes several long sips of water, and then slams the bottle onto the counter. Hard.

“Do you think they’re finally catching onto us?” asks Hector, in his normal voice.

[butterscotch-goat]

heyy haha hi twirls hair do you have any Elijah fun facts or perhaps Lucy

OOOOOH LET ME SEE WHAT I CAN COME UP WITH!! Thank you so so so so so much for asking aaaa <33

Alright!! Eli!!!!!

-their nose is naturally hooked, but it's bumpy and lopsided because it has been broken!! he has been in a fair share of fights, never starting them, but they've gotten pretty good at ending them all things considered

-i have given them the title "The Apostate" :]

-they would go to church with Martha because it would make Grace too existential and scared but Martha didn't like going anywhere alone, sooo

-he tried to teach Martha to read but gave up; Martha got too frustrated (she learns eventually, thanks to Beatrice!)

-they know how to sew! fixes his own clothes and stuff

-Grace offered to try and heal his foot before but he politely declined; it's a part of him that he's accepted

-Grace's trial and execution was the front page story for a hot minute, so he had to shout about his best friend's death and sell biased & inaccurate stories about it so he could get paid :"]

-occasionally refers to Martha as "Marty" (Beatrice parallel BEATRICE PARALLEL)

-after Martha disappeared they started learning piano. He didnt get far though because he couldn't stand going in the church (to use the piano), especially without Martha

-when Martha returns, the only thing she could bring back of Grace was a jar with her heart in it (since her body got Dissected as fuck, chopped up to study n stuff) and anytime Eli is over at Martha's house (Martha kept it on her windowsill (where else is she gonna put it lol)) he like,, greets Grace's heart? I used to do this with an urn, it's a thing I swear. he would greet her heart,, he'd say hi to Grace, idk man.

-He and Martha still celebrate Grace's birthday; they set her heart jar on a table in front of a pastry or something. They don't take it very seriously (they need some lighthearted moments in their life god let them joke about their trauma please)

-after The Plot, Eli often goes with Martha on her (every-other-year-ish) visits to Aster and Beatrice. Beatrice and him get along very well (because of course they do) while Aster kind of scares him, but it's all good :]

-this one doesn't happen anywhere near the plot, only happens when hes like an adult n stuff but I think it's funny so...Eli COULD NOT keep a straight face at his Lavender wedding with Martha. Martha was more composed but Eli was NOT helping her keep it together Lol. After the fact he makes fun of Martha for being a terrible kisser (THIS IS SILLY GUYS PLEASE IM BEING SILLY)

Lucy time!!!!! Silly little guy!!! Pathetic man!!!

I'm reaaallllyyy struggling with the whole Dawn rework (ask Sen and he'll tell you,, I'm struggling so bad) so I don't have much at the moment. BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I DO HAVE!!

As of writing this, Lucy WILL be a lot more active in the plot!! He's looking to prove he's still a powerful demon, so he goes with Gene to hunt down Frappe (and Dawn by associatio). He does, in fact, suck at his job though, so if anything he probably slows them down,, but that's okay...

Uhhh random stuff GO!!

-his glasses were accidentally stepped on by Ronnette when she was trying to wake him up one time (he passed out on the floor) but Lucy would rather DIE than go to the optometrist again so he's dealing with a cracked frame right now

-Lucy hates Juno almost as much as he hates humans,, but like he's never gonna hate anyone as much as he hates humans so (sorry Dawn, he wants you to perish so bad)

-Lucy is so sure that he's a MASTER at blending in with humans. He is not. He and his garish purple vest, unkempt And uneven long ass hair, and a shirt that's either A. Probably Gene's and therefore too big for him, or B. His shirt that has an entire sleeve missing. He doesn't remember where he lost the sleeve but he hasn't gotten around to getting a new one yet BUT HE WILL SOON GUYS TRUST (it has been 5 decades at LEAST)

-as of writing this I think I'm gonna make it so demons can actually control/choose what their humanoid form looks like, and I think Ronnette would pick on Lucy a lot for making his humanoid form so scrawny.

Uhhh I don't have anything else,, here's some Eli doodles WEEE (featuring his section of a bunch of character profiles I impulsively made in my sketchbook with NO PLANNING WHATSOEVER???? WTF IS WRONG WITH ME)

[obsidiancreates]

Shawn The Human (Seriously Just Take His Blood)

(These are all separate universes- in each one it's just the focus character who's a vamp. Shawn only has so much blood to recklessly offer his friends, if it was all 3 at once he'd be beef jerky. Tell me Shawn's fatal flaw isn't loyalty and a willingness to do Anything for his friends even if it's questionable and weird- you can't. Also I'm severely sleep deprived so I hope this is good but IDK)

Lassiter

"Seriously, Lassie, you can't keep just draining criminals." Shawn leans against the pillar by Lassie's desk and watches him fill out another report about a perp having an 'accident' while escaping custody on the way to the prison. "If you keep hypnotizing the chief, she's going to build up an immunity, and then where will you be?"

"Spencer, I still have no idea what you're on about." He does, and Shawn knows it- he figured out Lassie was turned into a vampire less than a week after it happened.

"Lassie, what I'm trying to say-" he jogs after the detective, "-is that as long as you don't need to kill to drink, I don't see why you're risking your whole career over this."

"Since when do you care about my career?"

"Since the possibility of you leaving, Jules getting a new partner she hates, and me having to work up a whole new dynamic became real."

"What're you even offering, Spencer?"

"Dude, I have blood!"

That makes Lassiter stop in his tracks. He turns to face Shawn, slowly, with no small amount of disgust on his face. "You want me... to drink your blood? ... Is this a fetish?"

"What?! No!" Shawn tsks and looks away. "Man, don't make this weird. It's just one friend, offering his blood to another more undead-y friend. How much will you even need to take, anyway? I've got like, a gallon of it, probably."

"I wouldn't drink your blood if you were the last human in the entire state of California. It's probably half crappy energy drinks and sluggish with Cheeto dust."

"First of all, Doritos dust. Second of all, what's better for you- blood you don't have to hypnotize the entire department to get away with, or blood that's probably exactly like mine but with more crimes in it?"

"Crime isn't in blood."

"How would you know, you've only tasted criminal blood."

"Not doing it, Spencer." He walks away. Shawn chases after him.

"Lassie! I-I'm serious man, if you keep this up you're going to get caught! I want to help you keep this a secret!"

"Then stop shouting about it!"

"LASSIE!"

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2. Juliet

"Jules. Are you an undead mistress of the damned, or are you just having a great hair day?"

Jules smiles and rolls her eyes. She figured Shawn would know sooner or later- how couldn't he? He's psychic, the world of the dead who aren't dead are sort of his whole thing.

"How long have you known?"

"Four days- I was making a list of ways to break it to you."

"And you settled on that."

"Well now I feel self-conscious."

"Why're you telling me you know, Shawn?"

"Just, checking in! Seeing how you're doing. If you need blood."

"Shawn." Jules stands up, taking a folder from her desk to the filing cabinets. "I'm not killing anyone."

"I never said you were! And I know you never would. But that can't be easy, still."

"It is, actually."

"H-how?"

"I get Christmas cards from people I arrest, Shawn. It's not hard to convince a few close friends to donate a little blood to me when possible."

"It's not? ... The other day I couldn't even get Gus to give me his half-finished hours-old coke."

"Yes. But that's you, and Gus, and food. So nothing will be reasonable."

"... That's fair. ... But uh, want to add one-one more friend, to that list?"

"That's very sweet of you Shawn, really, but..."

"But?"

"But... your blood seems like it might be a little..."

"Too alluring? Irresistible? Spiced with my incredible magic genes?"

"... Junk-food-y."

"Junk food? Wh- Jules! Between Gus and I, I am not the one who eats things like stick-o-butter-in-a-bun!"

"Please tell me you just made that up."

"I wish I could."

"Shawn, look, I appreciate the thought, but the truth is I'm all set and, well, I'd just rather keep this and my work life separate, as much as possible."

"... Alright. Fine. ... But know that if we're ever out there catching bad guys and you need an emergency snack, my neck is right here."

"Thanks, Shawn. ... Can I get into the file cabinet now?"

"Oh, right."

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3. Gus

"Dude, seriously." Shawn watches Gus pace the office. "Stop freaking out about it and just bite me. You're going to starve to... well not death, I guess. Undeath? That's already you. Maybe... a coma? But that doesn't seem right either."

"I am not drinking your blood, Shawn. What if that turns you into a vampire too?!"

"Then we'll literally be best friends forever! That's just a win-win, Gus!"

"Well- well what if I can't stop and I kill you?!"

"Then you still just turn me, still a win-win."

"Shawn, this is serious!"

"So am I! Look, we both know there's no way in hell you're going out hunting and stalking and all that stuff, and we both know you're not willing to steal from a blood bank-"

"Those bags were donated for medical purposes, Shawn! There's already a major shortage, I will not be apart of making that worse!"

"Exactly! And you've got one best friend right here, literally sticking his neck out for you."

"No. No way. It's too risky, and too weird!"

"How is this the weirdest thing we've done for each other?"

"Because it's your blood, Shawn. That's supposed to stay inside your body!"

"Well, a lot of it was outside my body after I got shot, and I was fine."

"You told me you passed out a couple times!"

"Okay, I said I fell asleep in the woods once, and got hit in the head after that. Totally different, besides, how much blood loss is actually bad for me anyway?"

"Oh... my gosh."

"Look, Gus, it's either this or something way worse. You're already so freaked out and torn up over this whole thing, I just... don't want to see you pushed to a limit you'll never come back from."

"... Well... I appreciate that, Shawn. ... And I guess I at least know what is and isn't present in your blood."

"Exactly."

"... But biting the neck still feels weird."

"Wrist?"

"Euhhhhh..."

"Well it's not like we can just buy a do-it-yourself-at-home blood drawing kits, Gus. ... Can we?"

"Already looking online."