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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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Blind Date with Theo

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairings: Theo van Gogh x reader

Genre: Slice o life

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol and also mild swearing☺

Words: 1500

Comments: So this is my first ikevamp prompt thingy lol its probs ganna be shit cause you best know i didn’t proofread before posting lol(˶◕‿◕˶✿) Also sorry to all the dutch people for butchering the language! Hehe lol so after trying my luck multiple time with @readerinsertfanfiction blind dates,🦋 I still didn’t get my man (Damn those dice!) so I decided to write my own self indulging thingy lol! 😳😳😳

Hehe so I am hella excited for Theo’s route, and I just had to participate in this Theo route countdown! Thanks, @delicateikemenmemes for setting up this fun lil party hehe so it goes without saying I am posting this as part of the #Theo Route Countdown Party! Whoop whoop so without further ado....... my interpretation of the prompt Theo and King ❤😳☺

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Sunbeams came streaming into the younger van Gogh’s room. The man groaned as he rolled over to shield his eyes from the morning sunlight illuminating the room. He let out a tired groan as his eyes cracked open to see a scrap of paper containing a neatly written note laying wait on his bedside table.

Sitting up slightly, he reached over and squinted his eyes, trying his best to quickly scan over the contents of the page through blurred vision. He let out a tired scoff as he crumpled up the paper and let it fall to the floor.

He laid back down, and he rubbed his temples letting go of yet another irritated scoff, as memories of his previous night out, had come flooding back to him.

He and Arthur were out together, to their usual pub, drinking and venting about the events that had unfolded throughout the day. All was going well when suddenly Arthur decided to be a little shit and propose a bet. He wore a mischievous grin as he declared for all to hear, “whomever passes out first, loses and has to do whatever the winner says for an entire day.”

Theo eyed Arthur with caution as he contemplated his odds at beating the mystery author. The last thing the man needed was to lose a bet to the flirt. Not even to mention the fact that he has been so busy with work recently, that he hasn’t even spent any time with his dearest pet.

Shooting Arthur a devilish smirk, he confidently spoke up, “you have yourself a deal, you four-eyed pervert.”

The night progressed, and the drinks flowed between the two friends, however, little did Theo know that Arthur had a rather naughty trick up his sleeve to ensure success. Arthur had never lost a bet in his life, and he most definitely wasn’t planning on giving up his winning streak now.

Theodorus sat up in his bed and groaned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked over to see his dearest companion peacefully sleeping at the foot of his bed. His expression softened upon seeing the cute way the retriever’s legs twitched as he slept. Reaching over, he gave the pup a clumsy pat, all while wearing a tender smile. “Looks like you will have to help me make good on a deal, King.”

Upon hearing his name roll off the tongue of his beloved owner, King shot up and tacked Theo back down onto the bed, showing his face with loving kisses. It was in these rare moments that Theo truly allowed his tough exterior to melt away and reveal his true self. He laughed as he pushed the retriever’s face away from his own, trying to catch his breath. King nuzzled his nose into the palm of Theo’s hand, trying to push past and shower his face with even more kissing licks.

Suddenly the retriever’s attention was stolen by the slither of crumpled paper laying on the bedroom floor. With lightning speed, he hopped off of the bed and started playfully attacking the piece of paper, tearing it up, to make a scattered mess. Theo couldn’t help but affectionately smile down at King as he pulled his finger through his hair, contemplating just how the lightweight shit bag friend of his, might have been able to out drink him.

He clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes as he finally got up to prepare for his fate, as loser of the wager. “Curse that rotten good for nothing thot for scamming me.”

After a long drawn out sigh, Theo slithered onto the floor and reached over to the trunk situated beside his desk, to pull out a soft-bristled brush. The second the playful pup spotted his favourite red brush he was sprawled across Theo’s lap, belly exposed, ready for some attention, “You really are an attention whore, aren’t you.”

King's tail happily swished back and forth as Theo bushed his soft golden fur and showered the lovable creature with attention. Despite not having spent much time with his dear companion, he made a point of it, to at least brush the retrievers silky fur once a day in the mornings. Knowing from experience that the pup would seek attention otherwise from the man, in far more destructive ways. Something his chewed-up leather shoes could attest to.

Theo walked along the Boulevard with King excitingly strutting beside him. King’s long, fluffy tail swished in the air as he excitedly looked around the new environment. Soon the pup’s tail started wagging profusely as they neared the local dog park. Despite having walked around half of Paris with King, it was the first time the pair had visited this particular dog park.

Catching the whiff and sight, of all the new interesting sights and smells in the unknown environment, the retriever’s excitement only grew tenfold. At this point, the pup was so ecstatic to play with the other animals, that he was practically walking Theo instead of the other way around.

King pulled at his owner to quicken his pace, “oi King, slow down, you are going to pull my arm from it’s socket.” The pup never relented once, continuing to push forward with Theo in tow.

Once inside the park, Theo leaned down to release the leash and allow King to run free and expend all his energy. “Try not to cause too much mischief today, buddy.” He ruffled the pup’s fur as he unclasped the leash. The second King was freed, he leapt into the air running off to some unknown direction

Theo could only scoff at his pet’s impatience, although, after watching his beloved companion for a few moments, he couldn’t help but let go of a hearty chuckle. The sight of the retriever bouncing around the park exploring its every corner was simply too cute.

Soon the slight smile that was resting on Theo’s face morphed into his set point scowl, as he spotted the woman he was supposed to meet, on this blind date.

Cursing Arthur once more under his breath, he approached the woman. Out of all the things to be asked of the man for losing the bet, this was by far the worst.

As he neared the woman to introduce himself, King came sprinting back to Theodorus, to show him a cool new stick he had found.

The retriever ran at full speed bounding into the air to slam straight into Theo’s back, causing the man to fall forward. There was no way to stop gravity once in motion, and Theo found himself tumbling straight into the woman’s arms, sending the pair of them falling back onto the soft grass.

Theo stared down at the woman mortified, while his beloved companion decided to ease his master’s anger by showering both his owner’s- and the face of the new stranger with small kisses. Theo narrowed his eyes at the dog, who playfully nipped and licked at the poor woman’s face, while letting go of a little whine in apology.

Before Theo could scold the impertinent pooch, both his and King’s attention was suddenly stolen by the woman trapped beneath the young art dealer.

She seemed to be in a fit of laughter at the whole experience, trying her best to free herself from King’s loving face kisses.

Thankful for the distraction King bounded off into a new direction while Theo was left blushing from the embarrassment. He clumsily got up and muttered a slight apology as he offered the woman a hand.

She smiled a bright sunny smile and shrugged as she continued to chuckle nervously. She gestured for the two of them to sit down on a nearby park bench to which Theo simply nodded, as he tried his best to regain composure.

He was surprised at the spunk of the woman who sat beside him, chatting away without a care in the world. He had tried his best to deter her with his sharp tongue and scowling attitude. Yet she continued to smile and engage with him, meeting his savage words and comments with a charming wit of her own.

By the time the sun had started set, Theo was almost sad to leave the company of this mysterious woman. He leisurely walked beside the her as they decided to do one more slow lap around the park together, before saying their goodbyes.

Suddenly the woman breathed an “oh no” and used Theo as a human shield, upon spotting two excited pups sprinting their way towards the two owners at full speed. Without warning, the Retriever and Labrador duo shook out their sopping wet fur right beside the owners to shower them in an inevitable rain of muddy pond water.

The pair burst into laughter, as both of them were now soaked to the bone, and left to smell like wet dog and dirty river water.

After parting ways with the woman and her pet, Theo couldn’t keep that shit-eating grin off his face. Even King was wearing a broad smile of his own, having finally met a pup who could keep up with his high energy curiosity.

“What do you say bud, should we meet up with those two again sometime?” Seemingly as if understanding his master’s words, King’s tail whipped through the air as he let out an excited bark in response. “Oké dan staat het vast.”

Since then, whenever Theo and King would visit the dog park, they would each in their own way, excitingly approach the gates in anticipation of the fun day that lays ahead.

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Hope yall enjoyed this ☺❤🌻also this is low key part 2 hehe ☺

Part one will be out on day 3 of the countdown! So the day after tomorrow!🌈

#theo route countdown party #ikevamp theodorus #theo ikevamp #ikemen vampire theodorus #ikevamp theo x reader #theo x reader #Eeeeeeep cant wait for this mans route #so freaken excited #Hope yall enjoyed this

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arnoldperlstein · 4 years ago

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what’s wrong with rides again?

this time around i’d like to talk about my issues with the reboot of the magic school bus, the magic school bus rides again!

don’t get me wrong, for the most part? there’s a lot i love about rides again: it really expands on characters like arnold, tim, janet, and ralphie, whose new characterizations are developed but still faithful to the original; likewise, i like fiona frizzle and jyoti as new additions to the class. many of the jokes land and the episodes tend to be pretty funny and inventive! (jokes in the 3 recent specials have been particularly great)

there are, though, rather noticeable flaws that especially bother me, someone who grew up with the original. now here we go, in order of importance!

1. wanda

okay, i’ll get this out of the way: rides again wanda is not wanda. the original 90s wanda was a force to be reckoned with, a headstrong and active character who acted first and thought later - she was a great foil for a character like arnold who, in contrast, is so cautious and reserved. 90s wanda had an immense chaotic energy which reflected that of the original ms. frizzle and that of the show as a whole, really making everything exciting.

rides again wanda is... none of those things. she’s... kinda active? more in a stubborn way. she’s more defensive than offensive now and seems way more... soft than before? rides again wanda now loves animals and often acts as a morality pet in terms of them. now, if you’ve ever seen the original 90s cartoon, you know there’s one person who this sounds exactly like. pheobe.

by the start of rides again, pheobe had apparently went back to her old school, with jyoti taking up the 8th spot in the class. you wouldn’t think that pheobe’s role needed to be filled now that she was gone, and yet almost all of her traits were superimposed onto a character who originally had none of them. if they were going to pheeb-ify anyone, doing it to someone as iconically un-pheobe-like as wanda was a terrible idea!

not like they needed to pheeb-ify anyone - you already have cautious and shy characters like arnold, quiet and observant characters like tim, and voices of reason like da. i love pheobe, but her role didn’t need to be filled; people don’t work like that in real life.

and what sucks the most about this for me is that wanda was one of my favorite characters growing up! i loved her spunk and her attitude and her bravery going into anything! and i loved her catchphrase of “c’mon, you weaselly wimps”, which i may add i don’t remember her saying at all in rides again. it just sucks, man!!

2. lack of chaotic energy of the original/lack of memorability

one thing that characterized the original 90s cartoon was how... well, chaotic it was. there was something so energized and wacky about the whole thing, and you never knew what was going to happen next! the jokes were hilarious and the characters played off of each other perfectly, giving it an interesting, pseudo-sitcom vibe in the background.

the fact that it came out in the 90s at all, with its animation style and the technology at the time made these fantastical field trips all the more fascinating and mysterious - oftentimes, the frizz would push a simple button or pull a simple lever and the bus would turn into a fish or a bee or a rocket ship! this combined with the fact that the bus itself was rather old and rudimentary made it all seem more relatable and nostalgic.

unfortunately, rides again has none of this. the new art style, character designs, futuristic tech, and voice acting not only further suspends your disbelief with how starkly different they are from the original, but also completely get rid of that nostalgic 90s chaos that made the original so memorable.

and speaking of memorability, i can remember the premise of just about every 90s cartoon episode - they all have some wacky twist that makes it all the more bonkers and memorable: gets ready, set, dough? the baker thinks he’s delusional and that a moth baked a cake. in a pickle? court scene and the ‘mike robe gang’. shows and tells? arnold is forced to do improv and doesn’t suck at it somehow. holiday special? wanda turns the recycling plant into a pile of garbage. it’s all over the place yet somehow plausible, which makes it all the better to remember.

but rides again? the only jokes i remember are from episodes i’ve specifically seen over and over and over again, such as frizzle of the future, monster power, or making magic. give me episodes like pigs in the wind, in the swim, hides and seeks, the tales glaciers tell, the land before tim, ghost farm, i spy with my animal eyes, or send in the clouds and i won’t remember a single joke, funny line, or wacky moment. it makes it all seem bland in retrospect, unfortunately.

3. catchphrases!

there isn’t a ton to talk about here, but there is an annoying lack of characters using their catchphrases in rides again: sure, arn does occasionally say ‘i knew i should’ve stayed home today’, and da does say ‘according to my research’ (albeit differently than she did before - i’ll touch on this in a second), but most other characters don’t use their catchphrases much at all now.

tim doesn’t say “we’ve been frizzled” and keesha doesn’t say “let me get the facts” and ralphie doesn’t say “is it just me” and carlos doesn’t say “you’re gonna love this” and wanda doesn’t say “c’mon you weaselly wimps” etc. or heck, if they did, i just don’t remember, which is honestly telling enough.

you’d think this’d be a good thing, as people in real life don’t tend to have catchphrases, but it only makes the characters’ personalities more distinguished and memorable, having the unique things they say when excited or scared or whatever.

4. pheobe leaving :(

don’t get me wrong, jyoti is super cool, but i can still miss pheeb!

while i always resonated with arnold more, i’ve also found a connection with pheobe, such as with her love of animals (especially butterflies). she’s also just a really sweet, kind character who has a very strong moral backbone and a passion for doing the right thing. i find that a really nice personality for a character to have!

i also have my personal ship of pheobe and keesha (just watch the 90s episode gets ants in its pants, you’ll thank me later), and i find the two of them really cute! sucks that my pheobe privileges had to be revoked by rides again, though... why don’t we at least see what she’s doing, or get a mention other than just that ‘she returned to her old school’? why would she do that, anyway?

5. da’s accent

i don’t know how to describe dorothy ann’s accent in the original 90s cartoon? it’s like an american accent with slight bits of an english accent to it. a tad old-timey. either way it’s a very distinguishing trait of hers, besides her gravity-defying pigtails and love for the color violet.

unfortunately, there seemed to be no effort to carry this over to rides again in any capacity - heck, even if the voice actress couldn’t replicate her voice, they could at least pronounce the word research the same way da does: ‘reh-search’ rather than the more common ‘ree-search’. but alas, no. also da in a ponytail is not a good look, at least to me.

also, please return to the books. i don’t want to keep hearing the word ‘frizzpad’.

6. please don’t let them ruin this with a bad live action movie

note: it doesn’t have to be bad! it could be good! but the reputation of live action movies lately has been abysmal and i’m just worried how much they might butcher it...

and that’s all i can think of! despite all of this complaining i still do rather enjoy rides again. there’s just a lot of room to improve!!

#tmsb #the magic school bus #i need me some chaotic energy!!!!#one day i want to do a ytp of a rides again episode to inject it with some of that chaos i enjoyed in the original

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mlm-writer · 5 years ago

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Sexual Healing (Billy Butcher x Reader)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader (reader can be any gender, but has a vagina and is ok with that. No pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no reference to boobs, but there is some nipple play)

Keywords: NSFW, fuck buddies (?), multiple orgasms, oral sex and swearing

Summary: Butcher only shows up when he is in a bad place and just needs a fuck. He comes unannounced and then disappears for months. At least he is a good lay in the hay.

Disclaimer: I also posted this on my Karl Urban thirst blog So if you see this blog also posting my work, don’t worry, it is me.

You kicked your shoes off at the door, hands too full to turn on the lights. With two heavy grocery bags, you made your way through the tiny hall to the living room slash kitchen. You saw light coming from the living room and cursed yourself for leaving them on again. With your ass, you bumped the door open, dropping the groceries as you saw someone sitting on your couch and swapping through channels. You should be used to it by now, but the spilled yoghurt on the floor told otherwise. “Butcher, fuck you,” you exclaimed, before bending down to salvage what you could from the floor. He looked over his shoulder, hesitating, before finally coming to help you.

“Surprise, love,” he plainly said with that same voice that always made you so weak in the knees. You were used to it by now. He came here, acted a little domestic to rub you in the right way, fucked your brains out and then disappeared for months. That was all it was and that was all you could handle right now anyway.

“You smell. Go shower,” you told him after he helped you clean up.

“Oh you almost make me blush,” he replied, before complying. He was going to shower anyway. He knew he had to, if he wanted to get near the bed. You heard the water running and knew you would not be able to make a full meal and eat it right now. You decided to go for instant noodles once more. You just got started on eating it, when Butcher walked out. He was nice enough to wear a towel. There was one limp noodle that could wait to get into your mouth. “You know I got somethin’ be’ah for in yer mouth, righ’?”

You sighed and put your bowl down for a second. “No nutritional value. Just go have a nap. You look like shit.” He acted hurt and you could see he was in no state to sleep, but you wanted to shower too and digest a little. He walked up to you, grin contradicting the hurt in his eyes and you sighed as you let yourself be played so easily. You could not find it in you to resist when he put your bowl aside and cornered you against the kitchen counter. His face landed in the crook of your neck and you complained about the scratchy feeling of his beard against your skin.

It was no surprise that Butcher ignored you. His lips and teeth attacked your neck and you automatically moved to make room for him there. His hands glided over your body, undressing you from above the waist, so his tongue could flick at your nipples. He had you gasping in no time and you pulled at his hair, forcing his head up, so you could connect your lips with his. Teeth that were not your own dug into your lips and you pulled at his hair again, tilting your head from side to side as you tried to get control. He did not let you.

Butched lifted you up, holding you with one arm and keeping you close with a hand on the back of your neck. He almost dropped you and cursed when he walked against the coffee table on the way to your bedroom. “You moved the fuckin’ table,” he complained as he let you down in front of the bed. You wasted no time getting your jeans off and depositing yourself on your bed.

“I did not. You just have not been here in months and start to get too old to remember shit.” He crawled over you, the fingers of one hand on your clit and the other hand holding you down by your throat.

“Quit bein’ a cunt, will you?” He was not pressing down hard enough to even cut off your air supply. It was just there to assert dominance, to give him a feel of control. His life was so wild, you just let him. You would want to have some control, if you were in his situation. You stared him down, as he played with your pleasure node. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, trying to deny the pleasure he was giving you.

Butcher gave you his signature smirk, finally able to let go of his troubles and getting his head in the current events. His teeth were visible for a moment, before he bent down to kiss down your stomach. You twitched away from his beard, but leaned into it the moment his lips wrapped themselves around your clit. You gasped, mouth falling open and eyes falling closed. He played you like the easy kazoo you were, using his mouth on you to make you sing. "Get away there, before you give me beard burn," you said through your teeth. Butcher saw right through it, sucking a little harder and your muscles involuntarily contracted as you came for the first time that evening. You were hardly done with coming, when your mouth was filled with tongue. You tasted your own juices on the wet muscle, letting out a whine, when dry fingers easily slid into your wet cunt.

Butcher knew how to curl his fingers, knew where to find your sweet spot and get you close, before you had even come down from your previous high. The hand that used to be on your throat was now used to balance him. Your fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders. He swallowed your sounds with pride, fingers relentless. You turned your face to the side, gasping for air. "Fuck Butcher give… give me a break…" Before you could complain more, he threw you over the edge by roughly removing his fingers from your wet hole and rubbing your clit with vigor.

You saw literal stars and feared getting a migraine, before the full wave of your second orgasm washed over you. Your hands lost their grip and you lied bonelessly on the bed, not resisting for a second as Butcher stood up. You didn't have the energy to watch him undress. Your eyes were closed, but you weren't planning on sleeping. Especially not when you felt the leaking head of a cock pressing against your lips. You let your tongue out to taste the precum, but the insistent tap against your jaw prompted you to open your mouth. Butcher slid in shallowly. He rubbed the head over your smooth tongue, letting you have a good taste of what would be in you soon.

You knew he loved having control, so you just let your jaw relax. He slowly fucked your face, going deeper with each thrust inside. He did not stop when you gagged, but you did not want him to. Your eyes rolled back as he held you in place. You let a hand wander down your body, rubbing your clit. He only let you for a few seconds, before letting your head go and removing your hand from your heat. His eyes burned into yours as he licked your fingers. You let out a shuddering breath. Butcher was always such a mess, that you had the tendency to forget just how hot he was when the burden of his life was temporarily absent.

You pushed him away. Your limbs did not quite cooperate, but Butcher helped you with getting in your favourite position. With a pillow supporting your upper body, you put your hands behind you to spread yourself open for him. You could feel your hole gaping for him. There was no need to see him, to know what he was going to do. Big hands lifted your thighs up more and you had to support your upper body with your hands. His thick cock slid in with no resistance. “Motha’fuck,” he cursed, as he pressed himself as deep into you as he could go.

“You ain’t my momma, but get to the fucking anyway,” you joked, a grin evident in your voice. He chuckled darkly and you knew you were in for it. He started off with a rough pace, making you sing for him with pleasure. The wet sounds filled your bedroom and you heard him groan behind you. Your hands lost their leverage and you came down, lying on the bed on your stomach. Butcher stopped to wrap an arm around your torso. He lifted you up until you were on your knees, back pressed against his chest. He held you close as his hips pistoned into you. You threw your head back and pulled his face closer with one hand. He kissed you like he loved you and sometimes you would believe it for the moment.

You didn’t know how close you were, until you were already trembling in Butcher’s arms. You let your head hang as he fucked you through your orgasm and towards his own. You passed moaning loudly long ago. All you could do now was letting your mouth silently fall open and just take it as your eyes rolled back. The man behind you did not stop until he pressed himself balls deep into you and you felt him twitching inside you. You were too over-stimulated to stay awake for much longer.

Next thing you knew, you woke up in a bed that was your own, but also a fucking mess. The smell of sex still hung in the air and a quick look towards the window revealed it was night. You groaned as you started to move. The last thing you wanted was to sleep in semen. Without looking for the owner of said spunk, you pulled the sheets off your bed. You’d see him in a few months again.

#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #female reader #male reader #ftm reader #the boys #the boys amazon #william butcher #karl urban #lemon

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sonicfanj · 4 years ago

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Why do you prefer Amy over Sally?

I’ve taken to long to answer this question and would like to first thank you for your patience Anon.

So, I suppose a bit of an explanation for why I took so long is due as well. Mostly, it was a lack of time but also trying to find a way to define ‘why’. There are an awful lot of ways I could go about it as I am the type of person who is heavily invested in the details. Unfortunately the more I thought about it the harder it was going to get for me to really actually break it down. Fortunately, something recently reminded me of the role the Uncle Chuck plays in it and I can fortunately use him to transition into my history with the characters.

Now, I’ve been a Sonic fan for a long time, all the way back to 1991 actually with the original. As a US citizen naturally I saw SatAM and AoStH on TV as well. Where I get strange from what I see though is that I was quite the picky kid. I couldn’t understand why Sonic did not match his in game design, and had no idea what was wrong with Eggman. And yes, even back in the early 90s I was one of the few kids who knew the Japanese name was his original name, though I used them interchangeably back then. The thing is though, neither show ever looked like the games and that bothered me to no end. I recall that my older siblings and I preferred SatAM to AoStH for the more serious story and atmosphere, even likening it to the bad futures of Sonic CD. There in though is where the divide begins.

I was one of the very few kids who played Sonic CD back in 1993 and to this day it is still my favorite Sonic game, no less video game of all time. I actually did not play the higher praised by the fanbase Death Egg Saga games until Sonic Jam on the SEGA Saturn and that little collection did something for me that Sonic CD had also done. They showed me with the OVA trailer that Sonic and Eggman could be drawn properly. It showed me that Tails could be colored properly. They showed me that the wonder of the games could be captured in animation. It was glorious and to this day still leaves me yearning for a Sonic anime that actually captures it. Sonic CD on it’s own though was already killing SatAM for me.

A lot of people praise the Freedom Fighters. That quirky crew of rebels has brought so many people so much joy and I have nothing but respect for them for that. The thing is though, they were forgettable to me. When I turned my back on pretty much anything that was not the games that I knew I completely forgot about them until I finally got involved in the fanbase after Sonic Generations was announced and I had to do some major research to know what anyone was talking about. A game centric upbringing with only really main games as those I played will do that.

Amy meanwhile, despite CD being the only game I played that she was in until Adventure just struck me right. Her design, her on screen personality. These things just filled me with joy and it was very rare that I would not interreact with her in Palm Tree Panic as much as I could. I was actually so disappointed her design was changed for Adventure but her personality was exactly what I was expecting; a sweet bubbly girl with a lot of spunk and a love for Sonic.

So at this point I should come back around to Uncle Chuck as he will be necessary to explain why it took so long for me to even find anything in Sally worth enjoying, no less actually liking her come the 252 reboot. As I mentioned above, Sonic CD is my favorite game all time, but for as much as I loved Amy even back in 1993, Metal Sonic was my favorite character. Getting to Stardust Speedway and spending hours trying to beat him were the highlights with my playing back the until I finally beat him and cleared the game. That difficulty endeared Metal Sonic to me and left a very strong impression on me that still persists to this day. The thing is, Metal Sonic was my childhood and Uncle Chuck was a slap in the face.

You may recall that back in SatAM and a lot of early Archie, Uncle Chuck spent a lot of time roboticized. Now I know I did not see SatAM regularly because TV stations are questionable in their practices and I have parents who wanted the TV for their own shows. As a result I was unprepared for his introduction and in the cliffhanger where they simply showed a pair of red glowing eyes, little Metal Sonic fan that I was thought they were introducing Metal Sonic. When the next episode revealed it was a roboticized Uncle Chuck and not Metal Sonic, it was the last straw for the kid that was into Sonic for the games, and I only had access to two of them. Yet I turned my back on SatAM and everything made in the US that was not directly related to the games.

So because of Uncle Chuck my primary exposure to the cast were the main games and Sonic CD. Adventure finally let me play as Amy and the Freedom Fighters were a shoved aside memory from a wasted opportunity who never impressed themselves onto me. All of that changed come Generations as X showed me that even the Japanese could butcher the games I love and not draw Sonic right and as I joined the fandom through the US Sally should have had the chance to impress herself upon me. Unfortunately she was not given that opportunity because of her fans.

As is obvious, I’m an Amy fan. When I joined the fandom being an Amy fan in the US was not seen as a good thing and the war of hatred between Sally fans and Amy fans still has scars left over today throughout the Sonic community. When presented with Sally through the fans I interacted with, Sally was simply perfection incarnate and Amy should die in a fire while Sonic worships her for killing the hellspawn. It was not a good experience and offered no support for the games and the adventures I enjoyed and came to Sonic for. I also for a time came to despise the character solely for her fans which happened to me in recent years with the Tales of Franchise and the character Alisha. Unpleasant fans make it difficult to enjoy a character or even come to at least understand them. Fortunately I was willing to do some research of my own because I still felt like I needed the knowledge, and maybe the character could speak for herself. I was in for quite a bit of disappointment.

What my research turned up at the time was a character who was simultaneously useless, nothing more but an object of power for Sonic to worship like an indoctrinated thrall, and managed to match Tails in point of view at the time of dumbing Sonic down to where I felt in their presences he couldn’t figure out he was supposed to open his own mouth to eat if they weren’t there. This may be hard to believe but I actually disliked Tails quite a bit for several years as Sonic seemed to be constantly dumbed down so Tails could be useful rather than the kid who could keep up if he gave his all. Yet the OVA (subbed) saved Tails for me. Sally meanwhile continued to undermine Sonic with the Genesis Story during the events of Sonic 1 via the first Genesis Wave where she “helped” Sonic find the courage to enter the water in Labyrinth Zone and he found it not so bad because of her. It was one of the few times I found why people called her a Mary Sue.

What finally saved Sally for me was actually Amy. Though I never liked how aggressive and violent Amy had become compared to playful and mischievous from Sonic X on, and a coming reexamination of her character after learning she addressed Sonic a certain way in the Japanese manuals leading me to fully fall for Kazuyuki Hoshino’s vision of her, her conversations with Mecha Sally would turn the tide for Sally. Amy being Amy spoke of friendship and the friendship they had. While I never read the comics and could not examine their relationship, come the reboot in 252, from the get go the two were shown as good friends and I could finally see Sally’s character. She was wise tactically and cared for her friends, bit was also highly responsible and took her duties seriously. In Amy and her friends she found the comfort to unwind and just be another person no matter what was going on. Her and Amy’s chats while going around the world during the lead up to and during the Unleashed adaption made her fun and enjoyable, no less relatable. She was finally a character, a person, and not just an object that Sonic was chained to like a slobbering cartoon dog with their bone. It was refreshing and I enjoy the friendship between Sally and Amy so much that I still feel if the Freedom Fighters were to have been adapted to IDW for just a cameo that Sally would have been the perfect friend to hand the Restoration off to as she finally returned to her own adventuring ways. And that right there is the big difference point.

I come to Sonic for adventure, whimsy, and wonder. The sense of discover of meeting new people and seeing wonderous new locations. I love characters full of life and the love for adventure. Sally, unfortunately for her, does not represent that. Her role for years kept Sonic away from those adventures. Instead of supporting whimsy and constant new discovery, she supported stability and staying forever at home. By the nature of her role as a character and in universe, she just can’t be that type of character and that is not her fault. Amy meanwhile is a character designed to follow Sonic no matter where he goes. That she also is a girly-tomboy, one of my favorite character archetypes, but also bubbly and silly, playful and mischievous, and generally full of good cheer and limitless positivity (or used to be at lease) just always entertains me. That she also has the courage to open wear and express her emotions, including her love, is both entertaining on one hand, but also inspiring on another when you are raised in a society that hates honesty, emotions, and expressing that you love someone. Amy was refreshing, whereas Sally when I first looked into her, and her fans that I interacted with, represented oppression and that being you was the worst thing that could ever happen to the human race, something that Sonic and Amy both stand against. Fortunately Amy showed me there is plenty to like with Sally, and it’s a real shame her character was vaulted before that potential could finally be perceived. And yet, in the end, as I grew up on the main games and had my expectations born of them and further refined as I learned more and more of the Japanese lore for the games, Sally and the role she has could never provide me with what I come to Sonic for. Adventure, the whimsy that gives rise to it, the discovers that come from it, and the heroics at it’s climax. Sally by nature is not a whimsical character, nor should she be. It isn’t who she is and she deserves to be respected for that. And it’s thanks to her friendship with Amy that I finally saw that and can enjoy her character. But like Amy, I want to follow Sonic on his adventures, and her bubbly, playful, cheerful, optimistic, and mischievous personality makes following Sonic that much more enjoyable to me.

To simplify it here at the end, my love of Metal Sonic and Uncle Chuck prevented me from ever learning who Sally was. It was Amy’s friendship with her that finally changed that and I found a character who has a lot of potential and is quite enjoyable on her own. But Amy’s personality, whimsy, and propensity for adventure, or the the trouble that will take her on one, makes her the more enjoyable character for me. I know the whole explanation was a little long, but I hope it helps explains my preference for you Anon. Thanks for asking.

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karlurbanthirst · 5 years ago

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Sexual Healing (Billy Butcher x Reader)

Requested by: @venicepearl

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader (reader can be any gender, but has a vagina and is ok with that. No pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no reference to boobs, but there is some nipple play)

Keywords: NSFW, fuck buddies (?), multiple orgasms, oral sex and swearing

Summary: Butcher only shows up when he is in a bad place and just needs a fuck. He comes unannounced and then disappears for months. At least he is a good lay in the hay.

Words: 1624

Disclaimer: I also will post this on my general writing blog. So if you see this blog also posting my work, don’t worry, it is me.

“You smell. Go shower,” you told him after he helped you clean up.

#billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #ftm reader #female reader #the boys #the boys amazon #Karl urban #william butcher #lemon

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burntmcnuggies · 4 years ago

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A Hopeless Fight

Yandere Levi x Reader

Warning: this story contains blood, gore, and suggestive themes such as kidnapping, murder, non-consensual touching, forced sex, and drug usage. You guys have been warned! Now all of you who wanna read! Please enjoy! :D

Chapter Three: Hell

Everything was dark.

My ears were ringing wildly and my body felt so cold. The ground was hard and chilly, almost as if I was laying on straight ice. My head was throbbing, and a rush of blood was shot through my body in a sudden moment. I could hear the faint sound of a deep voice that rumbled in my ears, and some high pitched noice that made my body shiver. My eyes slowly began to crack open and a flash of white and red filled my blurry vision. It was only until I saw more red, and the familiar color of skin, my body became fully awake and aware of what was going on. A scream forced past my lips while my eyes shot wide. The light hurt, but the horror before my eyes was just too captivating and terrifying, I couldn’t look away.

There, chained to the cold plastic tarps was a man. He had no head, but it was unmistakably a man due to the missing part of his genitals that used to hang between his legs. Stringy organs were hanging from his stomach, and multiple chucks of his flesh were carefully carved out. His head was laying in the floor, the horrified expression forever etched onto his youthful looking face. His dull and lifeless eyes would forever haunt me. However, it was only until a bloodied black glove came into my view, I became aware I wasn’t the only living being down here. My back slammed against the wall while my lungs clawed at the air for a lick of oxygen to pass them. My chest was heaving so hard and fast it felt like I had just ran a marathon. A silvery sheen twinkled, and my heart dropped seeing the eyes of the killer. There was an unmissable glint in his eyes.

Murderous intent.

The carnal hunger to spill blood.

A sadistic shine of amusement.

Disgust.

Pity.

Possessiveness.

It was Corporal Levi Ackerman. The man put in charge of the investigating the murders. That feeling in my gut was right. There is something sinister about him that unsettled me, but now, I’m seeing his true colors. I’m seeing him for the monster he really is. “You’re up. Bout time, brat.” Adrenaline pumped through my veins and I jerked harshly to the right towards a small staircase, but a painful tug came at both my wrists. I cried in pain and looked down in terror to see my wrists cuffed and chained to the wall. Before I knew it, a searing hot gloved hand came in contact with my throat. My head came in contact with the cold wall and I could slowly feel my airway beginning to be blocked. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. It’d be a shame to kill you. You could prove to be quite valuable. Since shitty glasses owns that hospital she can’t really help me out, but an aspiring med student? I suggest you choose not to be a shit for brains and corporate with me.”

I couldn’t raise my wrists to try and pry his hands from my throat, I could only pull on them helplessly in hopes that somehow they would break. His other hand slowly came, gloved and dark, dripping with the same liquid that courses through both of our veins. “Tch, cat got your tongue? Where’s all that happy spunk I saw before at the hospital?” His already narrow eyes sharpened and narrowed further, creating quite a scary image. It was like he was the devil in the flesh. A real life boogeyman. No emotion showed on his face, but his eyes spoke a million words. This man was truly a monster. Suddenly his hand lunged towards my face and his palm crushed my nose, his strong fingers gripping tightly onto my skull. The irony smell filled my nose and a metallic taste invaded my mouth involuntary, making my stomach churn. “Tell me, brat. Are you scared?”

“LET ME GO YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER!!!!” I screamed against his gloved hand and squirmed my hands to no avail, tears steaming down my face while the raven haired man continued to grip my face. That proved to be the biggest regret of my life. A pissed off look crossed his face and he took his hand away dripping with blood and he planted his foot and in a flash, his other foot collided with the side of my face. My head throbbed aggressively and I could feel something warm running down my nose and the side of my head. Bloody tears fell from my eyes as the salty tears cascading down my face and collided with the thick crimson substance. Another kick came straight into my stomach, and my eyes widened. Blood spewed from my mouth and onto his black apron, it coated the cement floor below me. It felt like I was just ran over by a car. “Tch, you’re the one that’s disgusting. You got me all dirty you shit head. You need to be punished.” He raised his foot and smashed my arm harshly, smirking at my screams.

This was truly hell.

What was it I felt when I first saw her? I’ve never felt anything like this before. Tch, a shitty new emotion to keep up with. That look in her eyes. Determination, sadness, and the look of desperation. Hanji has mentioned she was a med student. Why? There had to be a reason. My silvery eyes slowly moved down to the wad of cash in my firm strong hands. I was tasked with killing her, but I couldn’t bring myself to embed a blade through her slim throat. She was unconscious, laying there painfully from the sedative. Her smooth skin reflected against the light, and if I focused hard enough I could hear her soft breathing. “Ugh... uh...? UH?! AHHH!!! WHERE AM I?!?!” I sharply clicked my tongue and turned towards my next victim. I had him stripped down naked to humiliate him. Serves the bastard right for annoying the shit out of me. “Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up.”

I taunted the man while I stalked over towards my table of tools. Each one screamed for me to choose it, ready to taste that satisfying flavor of blood. A faint noise came to my ears and I looked down noticing this fucker pissed himself all over my damn clean tarps. I scowled in anger and disgust and picked up a butcher knife, a classic horror cliché from books and thriller movies. But it was the best tool to use in this moment. The silver blade scraped against the metal table weeping in ecstasy I had chosen it to mutilate this filthy scum bag. “What’s wrong? Not enjoying the feeling of exposing yourself to a stranger?” I walked towards him expertly twirling the blade in my hand. Oh I loved seeing that horrified look in his eyes. I stopped a few feet away and looked back to my prisoner who still happened to be unconscious. “Don’t you know it’s rude to do that in front of lady?”

“NO!!! I-IT IS RUDE!!! VERY RUDE IM SORRY!! PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING YOU ASK!!” Tears were already hitting the tarp harshly, snot running down his nose and salvia pouring from his mouth. Disgusting. I cocked my head to the side and feigned sympathy for the perverted man before me. I sighed and stepped closer, lowering the knife. Once I was in front of him I placed my hands on my hips and nodded. “Fine. I’ve got something for you to do.” A spark of hope dwindled in his desperate eyes. Fool, in this world the strong prey on the weak. I harshly grabbed his genitals and gave a firm tug before I leaned close to his ear and whispered lowly. “Stay quiet. While I chop you up.” And in one swift motion, he was no longer a man. Just a breathing pile of flesh screaming and bleeding, crying for his life. “Hey, I thought I told you to shut up.” I shoved my fist into his face, breaking his jaw instantly on impact. Quiet whimpers and disfigured pleas for his life fell upon my deaf ears as I grinned and raised the knife again.

“See you in hell. Scum.”

#yanderelevi #leviackerman #levixreader #horror #erwin smith #hanji zoe #attackontitan #shinegki no kyojin

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warriorsfireandwater · 4 years ago

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leafpool or bramblestar

Why not both?

I find Leafpool loveable in theory and kind of boring in practice. I really like her conceptually and her arc is interesting, but she's like... I don't know, feels very mellow most of the series and isn't compelling as a POV character even though the plot she is put into definitely could be. She has so many interesting and meaningful friendships with other mollies that are built up and just forgotten (like Sorreltail!!) and the relationship she falls into with Crowfeather was interesting but cut short by badger ex machina instead of on her own terms. I feel like as a character she needed some of Squirrelpaw's spunk to make her more interesting to have as a POV. I like her, but when she has a POV it's a bit bland. Also the drama with StarClan in Squirrelflight's Hope is literally so laughable and ridiculous and I hate that they thought putting her on trial to be judged by 90% cats that broke the code in the same exact way was a good idea.

Bramblestar is a character I loved as Bramblepaw, liked as early Brambleclaw, disliked, then liked again, and now as Bramblestar I think he just flat out sucks. It's like the Erins never figured out what they want to say with him and just change his characterization willy-nilly to suit the needs of the plot rather than making plot that suits his character. He went from "I want nothing to do with my dad" and proving that to having to re-prove he wasn't evil in series two, was a nice background character/deputy in series three and four, and in his SE was concerned about the other Clans as well as ThunderClan survival. His relationship w Squirrelflight was rocky but they worked it out. In AVOS he was more of a deadbeat dad because Alderpaw needed to be forced by Someone to become a medicine cat, and in SH he was flat out emotionally abusive to Squirrelflight and acted completely contradictory to any morals he previously had because the book needed the drama or literally nothing would have happened. Bramblestar's characterization is so inconsistent and disappointing that I really do just want them to kill him off in TBC so we can stop having this butchered character.

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maxineswritingcenter · 5 years ago

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Swan Song Prequal

@happy-little-winchester didn't ask for this buttttttt I wanted to write it anyway. It was part of the memories from the original imagine that I wanted to explore.

Summary: the reader and Dean went out on a hunt and they get captured and separated. Angst ensues. Hell yeah. This is about a season before the previous imagine taking place.

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The hunt was supposed to be easy. In and out vampire nest. Ten years ago that would have been a four person job but now? It was like a day trip. Dean wanted to go by himself, but (Y/N) insisted on tagging along. Hunters were supposed to have back up, whether they were a Winchester or not. Dean needed to blow off steam, he just came back from Hell. Dragged back by a literal angel, he had the hand mark to prove it.

But this wasn’t easy. They'd find that out the hard way.

They were sweeping through the old warehouse that all the clues brought us to. The place was huge. Didn’t seem like the place for a vamp nest. What, with all the holes in the ceiling, sunlight was coming right through. Something just didn’t seem right.

“Something’s wrong,” (Y/N) whispered, “This doesn’t make any sense.”

Dean looked at her over his shoulder, “What do you mean?”

“The sunlight, the location, something just isn’t sitting right with me. We should go back to the motel and recheck our info.” She stopped, looking around. Dean stopped as well, turning to face her.

“We don’t need to recheck. I did the research. This place is known for drifters, perfect place for a vampire nest with a steady food supply. Everything leads to here.” He said, already on edge.

“That’s the thing, Dean. This place is the perfect place. It’s damp and dirty, there’s blood on the walls. It’s like a movie set for Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” At (Y/N)’s words, he looked around.

He shook his head, “It’s perfect for a nest because it is a nest. See,” He shook his head, “This is why I didn’t want you to come. You’ve been second guessing everything I’ve done since I got out of hell.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows in disbelief, “Second guessing? I’ve been making sure that we’re going in smart. You just got out of hell, we don’t want you to go back. That’s why we’ve been-” She stopped herself short. In her anger she let the whole plan slip.

Dean chuckled, “I knew it. You and Sam have been hiding hunts from me. Look, I knew Sam would lie to me, but you? I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don’t need a babysitter watching over me. I know what I’m doing.” And just as his words ended, the world went to black.

Once (Y/N) came to, the first thing she noticed was a pain in the back of her head and the fact that she was tied to a chair. Dean was already awake, staring her down. He was absolutely pissed. But so was she.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, huh?” She groaned, realizing they must have been there for a while because her ass was killing her. No words. Not at all like him.

She sighed, “I get it. You’re pissed off at me. But I was only trying to protect you.”

He gave her a sly grin and rolled his eyes, “Protect me? Why would I need protecting from you?” Alright, that one hurt.

“Because you’re reckless and don’t think about the chance that you could get hurt. Because you think that you’re untouchable. You're not, Dean! There are people like Bobby and Rufus because they know when they need help” She took a deep breath, “They know when they went too big for their britches. You don’t. You’re selfish and arrogant. And after we get out of this...” The back of her throat burned at the unfinished words and the feelings that came with it.

“After we get out of this what? You’re gonna leave? Well that’s fine by me, don’t let the door hit ya on the way out.” He spat. She looked away from him, her chest ached to scream at him. He wanted her to leave. Didn’t want her to stay. Fine. If that’s what he wanted.

From across the room a door opened. A voice called out, “Well, well, well. a Winchester and the puppy who follows.” It was the baker from town who originally told them about the warehouse being “haunted”.

“Makin’ muffins just wasn’t cutting it, was it?” Dean taunted him. The baker only smiled and walked closer.

“Look, this is just a me thing with a couple buddies. We’re not hurting anybody who matters. They’re homeless. The bottom feeders of society. Nobody is going to miss them.” He chuckled, flashing his row of sharp teeth.

“They aren’t nobody. They’re people. Regardless who they are, they’re a lot better than scavengers like you who prey on the weak.” The vampire chuckled under his breath which made her heart practically stop.

“You know what, you got some spunk, kid. That’ll be useful around here. Just a little matter of business to do.” From his belt he unsheathed a large silver knife. (Y/N) sucked in a breath, and watched in horror as he stabbed Dean in the chest with one swift motion.

Dean slowly woke up, looking around the dark dirty room. He pulled at his restraints. Thick ropes in a metal chair. In the chair directly across from him, (Y/N) was still out. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. He found a notch in the chair, and began whittling away at the ropes.

He knew what he was doing. If she would have just listened to him... But at the same time, he had been wrong. When they got taken, they were in direct sunlight. No vampire would go into the sunlight. There was something else going on here.

His attention was brought up to her as she slowly came to. Once the realization had set in about their situation, her eyes met his. And she was pissed.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, huh?” (Y/N) groaned, then when she looked closer, her face softened.

She sighed, “I get it. You’re pissed off at me. But I was only trying to protect you.”

He gave her a sly grin and rolled his eyes, “Protect me? Why would I need protecting from you?” Her eyes widened and she frowned. Maybe that was too far but he was too proud.

“After we get out of this what? You’re gonna leave? Well that’s fine by me, don’t let the door hit ya on the way out.” He spat. She looked away from him. He could tell that he hurt her. And that’s what he wanted. But at the same time that’s not what he wanted. He didn’t want her to leave.

From across the room a door opened. A voice called out, “Well, well, well. a Winchester and the puppy who follows.” It was the Butcher from town who originally told them about the warehouse being “haunted”.

“Makin’ muffins just wasn’t cutting it, was it?” Dean taunted him. The butcher only smiled and walked closer.

“They aren’t nobody. They’re people. Regardless who they are, they’re a lot better than scavengers like you who prey on the weak.” (Y/N) stared him down. The vampire chuckled under his breath which made her heart practically stop.

“You know what, you got some spunk, kid. Too bad I don’t like spunk.” From his belt he unsheathed a large silver knife. Dean sucked in a breath, and watched in horror as he stabbed (Y/N) in the chest with one swift motion.

“NO!” (Y/N) screamed, pulling at her restraints. Dean sputtered before his breath became blood and she watched the life drain from his eyes.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” She screamed so loud her throat hurt and with everything she had, she tore through the ropes binding her. The vampire looked at her in shock. He yanked the knife from Dean’s chest and held it out to defend himself. She was quicker. She kicked him in the chest, knocking him into the wall. The impact made him drop the knife.

(Y/N) she kicked him again in the throat, he grabbed her foot, baring his fangs at her. She took the opportunity to punch him straight in the eyes. He cried out and let go. From the ground, she grabbed the knife and sliced the vampire’s head clean off. (Y/N) dropped the blade and went to Dean’s side, kneeling down to face him.

“Dean-” (Y/N) began but her words caught in her throat. He was gone. Dead. She kept her lips tight to hold back her sobs. She went to touch his face but stopped. Her heart raced and her rage fueled her. She grabbed the knife again and stood up, making her way out the door and finding the next unlucky son of a bitch that stood in her way.

Dean shouted as he watched (Y/N)’s face twist in pain and the blood pool from her mouth. She stared into his eyes until the light within them was snuffed out.

“You SON OF A BITCH! Dean shouted. He finally cut the ropes and broke free, using the metal chair to to smack the vampire. The knife was yanked free of (Y/N)’s chest and clattered to the floor. The vampire grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him into a wall. Dean headbutted him and threw him down to the floor. Dean grabbed the knife, gripping it tight. He could feel (Y/N)’s blood dripping down onto his hand.

“When you get to hell, send a postcard.” Dean grunted and slashed the vampire’s head clean off. He stepped over the body to the hallway. Marching down the fall to find every last bastard in the place. He ran into a group of vampires on the way to the room. But only found Dean and his vengeance.

(Y/N) had killed a few vampires and was making her way towards the center of the nest when she saw her... Or more she saw herself. Shirt was bloody, enough blood to kill a man. But not a shapeshifter. The shifter stared back at her, stopped in her tracks.

‘What the f-” Before she could finish, the shifter ran at her. The shifter ran at her, knocking her into the floor, the knife clattering beside her. (Y/N) flipped them both so that she was on top, whipping her fist across the impostor’s face.

“What did you do to him?” (Y/N) grabbed her collar. The shifter laughed and spat blood at her.

“I’m gonna pick him outta my teeth.” She hummed. (Y/N) grabbed the knife again and cut her head off. As she caught her breath, something caught her eye. A small black bud in her ear. She grabbed it and on closer inspection, it was a tiny headphone like something out of the spy movies. Like a little walkie talkie.

Dean walked down the hallways, killing any poor bastard that got in his way. Just as he turned the corner, he was face to face with himself.

“Not every day a shifter works with a vampire.” Dean retightened his grip on the knife.

“Yeah well it is everyday when I hear that broad of yours scream.” The shifter smirked. Dean glared and went on the attack. Dean slashed with the knife but the shifter grabbed his arm and slammed it against the wall, knocking the knife to the floor. Dean headbutted him, making the shifter get back.

“Where is she?” Dean sneered.

The shifter licked his lips and smiled, “Don’t worry about her. Or what left of her. I said to turn her. Or at least let her bring in a new generation of me.” Dean took the time between then and the shifter’s gloat to slice his head off.

Dean let out the the breath he had been holding in and dropped the knife. He backed up against the wall, slowly sliding down. He started breathing heavily, squeezing his eyes shut. He should have saved her. He shouldn’t have been so arrogant and stupid.

But that didn’t make sense. Why would a vampire nest be working with shifters? Unless they used the shifters to mess with their victims head, like they were seeing something or someone they cared about. But he watched her die. Watched her life drain from her eyes. She was gone. And it was all his fault.

“Dean!” His head shot up and he about snapped his neck looking down the hall. There, like an angel, she stood. Bloody and ragged, just like he was. But she was alive. He slowly got to his feet.

“Tell me something only (Y/N) would know!” He called.

“When you met me you bet Sam that I wouldn’t last a day. You still owe him twenty bucks.” Her voice was shaking, “You tell me something.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” Dean said, like the words were pulled from his throat. He started making his way towards her. (Y/N) dropped her weapon and sprinted towards him. When they met, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

(Y/N) gripped onto his jacket tightly, pressing herself against him. He felt whole. She could feel his chest rise and fall, he felt alive. Dean grinned, wrapping one arm around her waist and his other hand held the back of her head. They stayed like that for a while before he heard her soft voice in his ears.

“Can we go home?”

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WOODS (2)

They agreed to meet in the place where they had first met.

You asked for it, O Best Beloved, so here it is...

The next week, Rey flew to another forest.

When Rey landed her X-Wing, Kylo’s TIE Fighter was there.

He had hidden it with some brush, and Rey did the same.

When they got to the spot, Rey saw that Kylo had brought a big sleeping bag, and two pillows.

He wasn’t wearing his full uniform, just his tunic and his boots.

And those black leather pants.

“Can you stay until tomorrow? I’m in charge. I get to do what I want.” He asked.

“I can. What’s in the grey box?”

“It’s a cooling box. Food.”

“Real food?”

“I always eat real food. There’s a huge bruise on your shoulder blade.”

“I know. I fell, when I was trying to fight the drone with the blast shield down. How am I supposed to feel where it is?”

Ben shrugged.

“I never could. But before it fires? It makes a tiny whirring sound. Aim your lightsaber in the direction of that sound. You'll never miss, again. Now, sit up. Keep your back straight.”

He put her shoulder back in place.

“That’s much better! Sorry about the ugly bruise. What happened to your hand? Your knuckles are all purple.” Rey asked.

“I was questioning one of the late and unlamented Snoke’s toadies that I turned up. He could withstand sophisticated Force techniques, so I just punched him in the face over and over again until he screamed he’d tell me anything. He talked.”

Rey nodded, sagely.

She was more concerned with what he was unpacking from the grey box.

A plate of sandwiches, made from thick slabs of bread, nerf steak and cheese.

Potatoes, fixed up with vegetables and eggs and some kind of sauce.

And then a small white carton, that was very cold.

“Here. Eat this first. Before it melts.”

Rey opened the carton.

There was something ice cold and blue in it.

She got the spoon from her mess kit, and tasted it.

It had a smooth consistency, and it was cold, but creamy and sugary, and it tasted like blue milk, and vanilla, and a little like cinnamon.

“This is so good! It tastes even better than it looks!”

“Rey, you act like you've never eaten ice cream.” Ben laughed.

“I haven’t!”

“You never ate ice cream? Ever? Go ahead. Finish it. I have more. How could you have never eaten ice cream? In your life?”

“Because I never had parents. Or a home. Ben, when I was 13, I ran away from my miserable life as my guardian’s near slave. With a flyboy named Dack Rann, who told me he was thirty, but later I found out he was closer to fifty. By the time I was 14, he had dumped me back in the sand on Jakku, and I was on my own. Maybe you think your family were neglectful, and I believe you that they were. But you had one. I have nothing.”

“You have me. I promise, I won’t leave you, Rey. Even if I have to come back from the dead. I’m a Sith Lord, a Jedi Master, and a Skywalker. Don’t ever believe I’m dead, unless you’ve buried me with your own hands, and I haven’t come up out of the ground in a week. Gods, I thought you were just on a diet, like women are. I didn’t know you were starving. Eat. Eat more.”

“Are you sure you can trust your cook?”

“You’re looking at him. I can’t trust anybody. I cook all my own food. I even butcher the meat.”

Rey ate all the ice cream, one of the giant sandwiches, and a heap of the potato thing, and she was stuffed.

Ben ate the rest, but he offered more to her, first.

He ate like a Wookiee; his table manners were awful, but Rey had no way of knowing that.

Hers were worse.

Ben didn’t tell her.

He’d never told her that fancy women from Coruscant and other such places took a razor and shaved their underarms and their legs like men shaved their faces.

And some women even shaved their bush.

Ben didn’t mind a little leg hair.

And he was partial to bush.

“What are you thinking about?” Rey asked.

“Your bush.”

“Not now, Ben! I’m so full I think if you got on top of me, I would explode! I need to walk some of this meal off.”

“What kind of bullshit gung-ho Jedi Uncle Luke crap is that? You sleep off a big meal. I’m getting in the sleeping bag, and lying here with the sun shining on my face through the trees and I’m going to take a nap and snore. You should, too.”

Ben even got undressed.

Rey followed his lead.

It wasn’t warm, but it was a lazy day, and the big meal made her drowsy, and Rey fell asleep curled up with Kylo, listening to his snoring and the other comforting sounds of the woods.

***

“Rey. Rey? Wake up, little angel. You’re so cute, when you’re asleep. You snore, and drool, and fart. And when I touched you, you called me Dack, honey, and asked me to put my old Imperial uniform on. Boots, too. So, you like flyboys, huh? Imperial flyboys, too. I’ll bet you want the Imperial Act. But you’ll never ask me for it. You don't have to."

Rey was mortified, but Ben got up, kissed her, and grabbed his clothes.”

“Stay right there. Don’t get dressed.”

Ben went to his TIE Fighter.

“The safe word is Chandrila. But you won’t need it! I’m not that kinky!” he yelled.

He returned in full regalia with his cape on.

And his gloves.

“So, young Jedi. You’ve walked right into my trap. You have not committed yourself to my cause, and yet, you want access to the corridors of power.”

“I…I…” Rey stammered.

“SILENCE!” Kylo Ren roared.

His dark, ancient eyes glinted with Imperial fanaticism and insistent lust.

He clenched his black-gloved fist against his chest as he backed Rey over to the sleeping bag.

Backed her down to her knees.

“Didn’t I tell you I could take what I wanted from you? You’re all alone on this planet. No one will hear you scream. Only me. You think you won’t scream? I promise you, Rebel scum. You will.” He purred.

He casually pushed aside the bottom of his surcoat, so that Rey could see he was visibly and certainly most entirely aroused.

“I can do whatever I’d like, to you. So, I suggest that if you value your freedom, Rebel Girl?”

Kylo Ren caressed Rey's face with his gloved hand, almost tenderly, but there was no tenderness in the way he pushed her face against his black leather thigh.

“I suggest you suspend work on all your projects for the Resistance, on this mission…”

He unbuckled his belt.

“…and start working on me.”

Kylo Ren unbuttoned his uniform trousers, and got his cock out.

“You know what I want.”

Rey nodded.

And when he'd had enough, he made her stop.

“No more for you, you hungry little beast. I can’t believe it, but you like this, don’t you? You dirty little Rebel whore.”

“Please, Supreme Leader. I want you to ravish me. I don’t know why I feel like this about you. But I need your big, stiff Imperial prick.”

He tore her panties off her body, and then Kylo Ren got Rey on her hands and knees, got behind her, and gave her a little slap on the ass.

“Chandrila! Chandrila!” Rey yelped.

“OK. What should I stop doing?”

Rey expected him to be mad.

He didn’t sound mad.

“I told you before. Don’t stick it in my ass. I don’t trust you flyboys, in that position.”

“I wasn’t after your ass. But you just killed your paramour, Rann. When I find him? I’ll kill him just for giving you fear. Why would I want your ass when your cunt is soaked? You want my Imperial cock? I’ll give it to you. Are you ready, prisoner?”

“Yes. Oh, yes!” Rey panted.

The Supreme Leader started screwing her, doggy style.

“If you please me, I may even give you special privleges.” Ben purred.

Now Ben had his hand between Rey's legs, rubbing his gloved fingers across her hot button while he gave it to her.

In his full Imperial uniform.

With his boots on.

Rey couldn’t help it.

“Oh, fuck, Ben, you are so much better at this than Dack Rann!”

“That’s because I’m the King, baby…”

“Ben…”

“…King of the Sky…”

“Ben!!!”

“…hail to the King, Rebel Girl…”

“BEN!!!!”

“…I’ll tell you this, no two-bit flyboy is ever gonna make you come just like this! You’re my Rebel Girl, now! That’s a good girl. squeeeeeeze my cock in your wet, dirty cunt and let me fill you with my hot spunk!!!!”

Now they were both screaming, and then they fell into a jumble of arms and legs on the sleeping bag.

“That’s how I do the Imperial Act, sweetheart. Boots, and all. But I am thinking about killing Rann. It’s bad enough him taking you from your home planet when you were a kid to do it to you, let alone trying to pressure you into butt stuff you obviously didn’t want to do. Rann isn’t even a good-looking older man. He’s a big slob with a beer belly who always looks like he needs a shave. Why him?”

“Chandrila.”

Ben got undressed, again.

“Okay. But I’m getting undressed. I’m sweating like a Hutt.”

“You don’t think I’m a pervert, do you, Ben?”

“Nope. You'd be surprised the things girls asked me to do that I refused. Especially in uniform. Did I give you everything you wanted?”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“Of course not.”

“You did, Ben. I just wish we had some more ice cream.”

“Me too.”

Ben fell asleep, but Rey couldn't.

She woke him uo.

“I lied, Ben. I lied to you. And I don't want to get Dack killed for my lies. I wasn’t 14. I was 16. The Galactic age of consent. Don’t kill him, Ben. I had other offers. Dack was just so…he couldn’t have been anything but a man. He was macho, and funny, and a real tough guy. He used to come back and see me every three months or so. He never did anything I didn’t want him to. Just asked for it. And they don’t call him Two-Gun Rann just because he wears two long-barreled blasters. He has three. I am a pervert.”

Ben kissed her forehead.

“Not so much as me. Do you know who Hela Darkstar is?”

“Red Hela, the Chieftain of the Wolf Clan? The High Queen of Arkanis? Your mother sent me to Arkanis on a diplomatic mission. The Throne of Blood and Iron is made of swords, knives, axes and electroplated skulls and bones. She murdered her own father and stole his throne. There’s a space at the top. She says it’s for the skull of the Great Beast, the warrior and wizard who wronged her. She keeps her first cousin as a male concubine. But she did send us some Arkanian warriors. Why?”

“Fenrir Darkstar is not dead. He retired to Tattoine, and opened a bar and registered whorehouse in Anchorhead. That space you mentioned? It's for my head, but she’s had plenty of opportunities to take it, and never did. Fenrir sent her to the Jedi Temple with her cousin, Armitage Hux, who was Force null, to keep her out of trouble. It didn’t work. When she was dismissed, she drugged me, kidnapped me, and kept me prisoner in her private rooms for three months. I was allowed free reign in Hela's private apartments, but she wouldn’t let me have clothes. Or shoes. I was 20, and I had never even kissed a girl, before Hela took me. When my father made a deal with her father, to release me? I didn’t want to go. We promised each other never to touch anyone else on Tuesdays, the day we met, or Saturdays, the day she made me a man. Even though she hates me, now? I go to Arkanis every Tuesday and Saturday I can. I’ve never been asked to leave.”

“So if I run into Dack, and it’s not a Thursday?”

“If it’s a Thursday, I’ll kill him.”

Rey just laughed.

“Agreed.” She said.

#ben solo #reylo #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren #rey #reylo smut #reylo fandom

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mx-ishikawa · 5 years ago

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first self-insert story I’m posting to this blog! starring Dr Two-Brains of Wordgirl fame, because I've been quite fond of him lately... actually, fond is an understatement. XD" so I wrote this little meet-cute fanfic that was intentionally written to be cheesy (get it? haha). I tried to keep it true to the spirit of the show, while also telling it as if it was something that happened just the other day, if that makes sense. there's like, maybe five total swear words in this, so small warning for that. also, considering the context of the show, you might wanna keep watch for the words "encounter" and "infatuated". just saying. ;P

It was just another beautiful day in the city. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and somebody was running out of the next building over screaming, but apparently that last bit was normal around here. I was just making my way over to the grocery store for, well, some groceries. I had really only been in there once before, but it seemed like such a nice little grocery store, reminiscent of the local supermarket I used to work in back home.

I had just recently moved to Fair City a couple weeks ago after getting accepted into the art school there. It was fairly cheap and had a wide range of programs to choose from, so I was thrilled to go there. Being a couple thousand miles away from my old home didn’t bother me in the least bit. Heck, I was glad to get away. But I didn’t realize how crazy this city could get until I moved there. The place was getting constantly pillaged by a wide array of villains, some with weird powers, some with giant robots, and some who were just looking for trouble, and people let a little kid and her monkey handle all of that?? But, Wordgirl is an alien, and a very smart kid with a good head on her shoulders, so she seems like she can handle it. I was lucky enough to briefly encounter her about a week before, and the kid’s got spunk, I’ll tell you that. Not to mention Huggyface is an adorable sidekick. Yes, the city may have been safe in her hands, but little did I know the mess I was about to get myself into…

I entered the store and looked around, trying to remember where everything was. I was probably gonna have to go through every aisle in order to find what I needed, because my memory is TERRIBLE. I pulled out my miniature notebook from my pocket, let’s see, what do I need—oop, that’s not my grocery list, that’s my villain encounter list! I turned the page, nope, that’s a bunch of phone numbers, another page, still not it, that’s school information, another page, oh there it is! Let’s see here… coffee, bread, cheese, soda, chips… I squinted at the last bit of scribbles. Goshdarnit, I can’t even read my own handwriting! What the heck is THAT?? Oh well. I made my way through the maze of aisles, trying to navigate to my needed items. It didn’t take me long for me to find the coffee, thankfully—but I also found a leak in the ceiling! I turned to the man that I recognized as the manager of the store; thankfully he was nearby.

“Uh, excuse me, sir,” I said, waiting until he turned his head to me before continuing, “but, um, it looks like there’s a leak in the ceiling right up there, cuz there’s like, there’s a puddle down here, so uhh…” I trailed off after pointing in the respective directions. The manager immediately perked up.

“Ah! Excellent eye! We could use perceptive people like you around here! You’re hired!”

“I—I wasn’t—" Actually, I could use a job, but this felt too informal; I didn’t even fill out an application! “I was just trying to help y—AAHHH !!”

CRASH!

I cringed as the stack of pickle jars I unwittingly backed into fell to the floor with the nerve-wracking sound of breaking glass.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” I immediately panicked.

“Aw, I just put those up!” the manager yelled. “You’re fired!”

“Oh dear…” I shifted my eyes, debating on running away from the mess I caused and never coming back, but my manners got the better of me. “At least let me help you!”

“Well alright then,” the manager said. “I’ll handle the glass, here’s some paper towels.” He handed me a roll of paper towels that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, and we immediately got to work. He quickly grabbed a bucket for the glass, and I worked on mopping up the pickle juice. Soon enough, I felt someone else’s presence.

“Here, let me help, too,” a familiar, high-pitched voice said. I didn’t quite realize who it was until I happened to look up mid-sentence.

“Aw, that’s alright, you don’t have to—ey, Becky!”

Becky Botsford is a very smart and sweet fifth-grader that I met the other day when her art class took a field trip to my campus. If I may brag, she seemed rather infatuated with the cartoon-style art I was doing, and expressed her envy of her best friend’s art skills. So I introduced her to some artist tips and tricks. I taught her the old lines and shapes technique, which is probably the oldest one in the book, but it really works, and the two of us felt most comfortable around each other during the time her class was there. I could’ve sworn she looked familiar, but she insisted that we had never seen each other before, so that was probably my brain playing tricks on me. How funny of her to show up again; I was just starting to miss the kid.

“Hey Light,” she said, grabbing a paper towel to clean the juice. “How’s everything going?”

“Besides being a clumsy moron who knocks over stacks of pickle jars, life’s been good I suppose.” I chuckled nervously, which earned a giggle from Becky in response.

“Aww, don’t say that, it happens to the best of us,” she said. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve done similar things while trying to stop a crimi—I mean stop Bob from eating all the food.” Her pet monkey, Bob, squeaked in apparent disapproval. I laughed a little at the animal.

“Hey, at least you have an excuse,” I said, “I’m just a klutz.”

“Well, you’re not the only one,” she reassured.

“Thanks for lending a hand, young lady!” the manager praised as he began plucking pickles off the floor.

“Yeah, thanks for helping out, Becky,” I added, scratching the back of my neck.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” she insisted. She then got a little closer, as if she were about to share a secret. “Anything to get away from my mom’s coconut craze,” she mumbled.

I chortled. “Coconut craze?”

“Ugh, coconuts are on sale this week and my mom keeps obsessing over them!” Becky groaned exasperatedly. “She’s infatuated with them! Like, what are we going to do with so many coconuts?!” Bob squeaked again just then, to which Becky said, “You got that right, Bob.”

“I know how you feel, kid. My dad’s the same way with his chili. I swear to god, every time I turned around he’d be making that stupid chili even though he knew darn well my mom and I both don’t like it! He’s especially terrible with it in the wintertime, like jeez.”

“Parents, right?”

“I hear ya.”

We shared a laugh as the last of the mess was cleaned. “Phew, got that out of the way,” I said. “Anyway thanks again for helping me with that. Are you sure we didn’t encounter each other out on the street or something before the other day?” I was sure my brain was just tricking me into thinking Becky was a familiar face, but I pressed it one more time in jest. Becky giggled.

“Nope, I’m sure you never saw me before.”

“Encounter?” the store manager suddenly butted in. “Is that some new type of material I’ve never heard of? I could really use a new kitchen counter.”

“No sir, it doesn’t have anything to do with kitchen counters,” Becky began. “To encounter someone or something means to meet with or bump into them, usually unexpectedly. Like how Light here and I happened to run into each other in the store at the same time. We encountered each other.”

“Yeah!” I agreed. “Or how I’ve encountered several villains since I’ve moved here, so I made a list of all the known villains in the city and put a check mark by each one I’ve met!”

“Wait, you have a list of villains you’ve encountered?” Becky asked. Bob squeaked in confusion.

“Yep I do! So far, I’ve ran into The Butcher, Mr Big, Amazing Rope Guy, Tobey’s robots, a couple of Lady Redundant Woman’s copies, and I met Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy twice. He seems so nice, I can’t see how he could be evil.”

“Wow, sounds like you’re having a crazy time here,” Becky said.

“Yeah, but I like crazy, so this is awesome!”

“Becky~! Bob~!” a jolly female voice suddenly called from a couple aisles away. “Come check out all these wonderful coconuts!” I wheezed in amusement.

“I’m guessing that’s your mom?”

“Yes,” Becky said flatly. “Guess I should get going,” she sighed. “But hey, hopefully we can see each other around again sometime!”

“Yeah, see you around, kid!”

Becky quickly jogged over to the aisle her mom must’ve been in. I still couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity from her, but maybe it was the start of a sibling-like affection towards the kid. I glanced back down at my grocery list, realizing I still had no idea where everything was at, and cautiously turned back to the manager.

“Uh hey, uhhh, I know I just made a mess a couple minutes ago, but I’m still new here, and I don’t remember where anything is at, except for this coffee here, so uhh, could you help me out here please?” I showed him my grocery list.

“Why certainly!” he said. “The bread is right over in the next aisle to your right, the chips are aaaaall the way over on the other side of the store, the soda’s right by there, I can’t help you with whatever that is at the bottom of your list, oh, and the cheese is right down the aisle next to the meat! Asiago is on sale, and flying off the shelves fast, so grab it before it’s gone!”

“Alright! I’ll try to remember all of that! Thanks!”

“My pleasure!” the manager said before I made my way down the aisle to the cheese. They had a really nice cheese selection the last time I was here, and I wanted to try some of that asiago. So I took a good long look at all the cheeses when I got to them. Oh yeah, they’ve still got all kinds of cheeses… cheddar, havarti, gouda, muenster, mozzarella… oh jeez, there’s only one asiago left… hmmm, should I take it? Or should I wait until they have more of it later and let someone else have this? I squinted at the price. Jesus, this stuff is expensive, even on sale. No wonder it’s all but gone. I shifted my eyes again, trying to sort out my mental conflict. I always felt guilty for taking the last of something… but hell, I’d been here for two weeks and I’d been proving myself to be an independent adult just fine, I deserved to splurge and treat myself!

“Aw fuck it! I’m taking this ch—AHH!” I jumped and cut myself off as another hand joined mine in reaching for the cheese.

“Whoa there!” a somewhat raspy male voice yelled, sounding just as surprised as mine.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were trying to—” I cut myself off again, this time with a sharp gasp, as I looked up and saw just who was competing with me for the cheese. This man was tall and slender, and donned scientist attire. He was incredibly pale, with messy white hair, piercing red eyes, pink-tinted cheeks, and a few crooked, silvery whiskers protruding from around his subtly twitching nose. But what tipped me off was the small, exposed, slightly pulsating brain nestled within the white hairs on his head. I took a step back, slightly fearful.

“Y—y-you… y-you’re… you’re d-d—Doctor Two-Brains!”

“Yep, that’s me,” he stated proudly, shooting me a wicked smirk. He put one hand on his hip and began casually twirling what I assumed to be one of his ray guns with his other hand. “I gotta say, I wasn’t expecting any competition.”

“Heh, neither was I,” I said, suddenly feeling flustered. “I mean, I guess I always run the risk if I’m anywhere near cheese, but I had no idea you’d be here today!” I perked up as I remembered something. “Oh, I gotta add you to my villain encounter list!”

Two-Brains blinked in confusion. “Your what-now?”

“My list of all the villains I’ve met so far! Most of them are pretty nice for villains, but Tobey’s got quite the attitude problem. Kid’s too young to be having a God complex.”

Suddenly, Two-Brains bust out laughing.

“Oh my goodness,” he wheezed. “Tobey—God compl—ahahaha!” He clutched his sides as he doubled over, shoulders shaking. “Did you hear that, henchmen?” He elbowed the bigger henchman, who simply exchanged confused looks with the smaller one. “Oh that is rich!”

I laughed a little myself, mainly at how amused this supposedly evil scientist was at my throwaway comment. “Well, I’m glad you got a kick out of that, haha.” I could’ve sworn Two-Brains wiped a tear from his eye just then.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed that hard in ages. You’re quite the comedian.”

“Haha, well thanks, I try…”

Suddenly, as his laughter died down, our eyes locked. A sensation akin to that of a tiny electrical current coursed through me as he stared into my soul. His eyes were so mesmerizing. It’s not very often you see such a lovely ruby shade. It was hard to tear myself away from them, but soon enough I felt nervous maintaining eye contact, so my eyes discreetly wandered to other parts of his face. I noticed his smooth, pale complexion. His rosy cheeks. His fluffy hair. His nice jaw structure, not too sharp but not too baby-faced either. Then his cute, pink lips. In that moment I was worried he noticed me gawking, so I looked back into his eyes. Those beautiful eyes, framed by long lashes. I gulped as the truth sunk in.

Oh no. He’s gorgeous.

I was finally snapped out of my trance when Two-Brains cleared his throat. I shook my head, damn, I probably creeped him out by now.

“So,” he began, casually leaning his arm against the shelves, “you’re new here, huh?”

I sputtered in shock. “H-h-how did you know?!” Two-Brains chuckled at my reaction.

“Well, for one thing, people who are from around here don’t have a ‘villain encounter list’. Also, I come to this grocery store a lot, so I know who else comes here, and you’re definitely not a familiar face. Besides, I think I would’ve noticed you before.” If I’m not mistaken, he winked at me right then. I blushed.

“Pfft, as if.” I smiled but waved my hand in dismissal. “No one ever notices me. Not without forgetting about me immediately after.”

Two-Brains snapped into an upright position. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. I was always the weird kid that got left behind…” I rubbed my arm, suddenly feeling insecure. I wasn’t anybody, yet here I was, thinking I could talk to a guy like Two-Brains. What was I doing wasting his time?

“Gee, that’s awful.” The doctor’s voice softened.

I shrugged. “It’s alright. I’m used to it by now.”

“Still, it’s a shame. But let’s not talk about that!” His voice quickly returned to its regular pitch as he plucked a block of cheese from the shelves and immediately tore into it. “So what’s your name?”

“My name? Oh, well uhh… you can just call me Light. I don’t really like going by my real name anymore.”

“Yeah me neither,” Two-Brains deadpanned, taking another bite of his cheese. “It just isn’t who I am anymore.”

“Exactly!” I snapped my fingers. “Like, no offense to my dad, since he picked out my name, but I needed a new identity with my fresh new start.”

“My mom picked out my name.” Two-Brains shrugged. “Safe to say, I’m not her sweet little boy anymore.”

“I bet,” I chuckled.

“So why Light?” he questioned, carelessly tossing the now-empty cheese wrapper behind him and taking another block. “You got some special glowing power or something?”

“Oh no, not at all, it’s just, the word was in my internet username, so people started calling me that and it kinda grew on me. Doesn’t really mean anything, although ‘light’ was my first word as a baby, sooo I guess that counts as something, haha.”

“Interesting…” he pondered the thought as he munched on the cheese.

“Hey boss,” the smaller of his henchmen interjected, “are we actually gonna steal this cheese, or…”

“Uh, yeah, start loading it up in the cart.” He waved his hand in a “get going” motion.

“But wasn’t the plan to threaten everyone with this big ray machine?” The henchman gestured to a very large contraption behind them. I took a step back in shock.

“Uh, whoa.” How did I miss that big honkin’ thing?!

“Change of plans, we’re not gonna cause a scene, we’re just gonna take the cheese and leave,” Two-Brains answered. “But fire up the ray in case Wordgirl comes around.”

“Gee, I hate to get in the way of your, uh, cheese heist,” I awkwardly shuffled my feet. “I know you’re infatuated with the stuff.”

“Aw, you’re not in my way,” Two-Brains cooed, “why do you think I’m changing my plans?”

“Uhhhh, becaaauuuse… I don’t know.”

He chuckled, leaning against the shelves again as his henchmen loaded up the cheese behind him. “You’re a little dense, aren’t you?”

“Um, honestly, yeah, I’m really not that smart,” I sheepishly admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Hm. You guys know what I’m doing, right henchmen?” He craned his head in their direction.

“Uhh, not exactly,” the smaller admitted. Two-Brains facepalmed.

“Oh, you’ll all figure it out soon enough.” It seemed like the statement was directed at all of us, but he turned back to me to say it. Suddenly he was gazing at me with those eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I looked at him, then at the cheese, then the henchmen, and back to him. A crazy idea formed in my brain.

“You know… I could buy this cheese for you.” Oh god, why did I say that?! I’m broke as hell! I can’t afford all that cheese!

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart~” he crooned, taking a few steps closer to me. I felt my face heat up. Sweetheart? Such a word never usually struck a chord in me, but for some reason, the way he said it sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in, giving me a sweet smile, before his expression turned more malicious. “But I want to steal this cheese. Ahahahaha!” He tilted his head back and let out an evil laugh. I laughed as well, but it was more out of embarrassment.

“Right, of course. I’m not entirely sure why I said that. Pretty soon I’ll be offering to buy Mr Big a hypnotism kit.”

Two-Brains’ wicked cackling quickly turned into a giggle fit. Guess I tickled his funny bone again.

“She’s at it again, boys!” he giggled. “Hypnotism—pffahaha!” He put a hand over his mouth at he attempted to stifle his laughter. I blushed. Good lord, this man was adorable. “As if he isn’t rich enough to buy all the hypnotism stuff he wants!” He shook his head as he calmed himself down. “Where did you learn to be so humorous?”

I shrugged. “I dunno, my family? I come from a long line of goofballs.”

He giggled again. “Well hey, the world needs more charming goofballs like you.” He made a finger gun motion with one of his hands, and I sputtered again.

“Me?? Charming??! Haha, that’s… I think you’re the charming one around here.”

“Well, I do what I can,” he said in a proud voice. He winked before continuing. “But I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You need to have some confidence in yourself!” He reached over and clasped my shoulder, making my face turn red.

“Pfft, easier said than done, Doc.”

His brows curved upward as he patted my shoulder. “Aw, I’m sure you’ll get it someday, sweetheart.” I let out a strangled noise that sounded like a cross between a choke and a lovestruck sigh. Dammit, there’s that word again. I’m pretty sure my entire face looked like a tomato at that point. Then I noticed he was gazing at me again. I nearly lost my breath as a realization formed in my brain.

Wait, holy shit, is he flirting with me??! No, that’s crazy. There’s no way a guy like him would really wanna flirt with ME! Besides, he’s a villain, he probably flirts with everyone… but he’s like, being genuinely nice to me too. Could it be?

“Heheh, you know,” I began, “you’re also pretty nice, for a villain. I mean, we just met like, five minutes ago, and you’re already treating me better than most of the people I knew for years ever did.”

“Hey, I may be evil, but I’m not completely heartless!” My breath hitched as his arm snaked around my shoulders. “Say, could I take a look at that little villain list of yours?”

“Oh yeah, sure! I really gotta add you to it now!” I pulled my notebook out of my pocket and handed it to him. In response, he pulled out a pen.

“I think I’ll add myself onto here.” Two-Brains clicked the pen and began scribbling into the notebook. Then his henchmen butted in again.

“Alright boss, the cheese is all loaded up… should we go?”

“Bring everything to the van, boys! I’ll catch up with you two in a minute.”

I opened my mouth to tell him how honored I felt that he was setting aside his time for little old me, but suddenly, I heard a familiar whoosh noise and an even more familiar voice.

“The only thing you’ll be catching up to is jail, Doctor Two-Brains!”

“Wordgirl!” Two-Brains assumed a defensive stance. He glowered as he realized she was blocking the henchmen’s path. “No surprise you’d show up eventually.”

“Well, that big ray machine was pretty hard to miss.” Wordgirl vaguely gestured to the large contraption Two-Brains had somehow rolled into the store.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Two-Brains said smugly. “Just feast your eyes on what it does!”

“Wait a minute, uhh… is she with you?” she gestured to me before he could press any buttons on the machine. I shuffled awkwardly, suddenly very aware of being in between a spunky superhero and a cute supervillain.

“Oh, her?” he pointed his thumb at me. “This is Light, and uh, she’s only with me if she wants to be.” He threw his arm around me and winked again, a sly smirk playing at his lips. I sputtered yet again.

“Aw, gee, I’d love to, but um, I kinda gotta keep my record clean, heheh.”

“Shame. I’d love for you work with me.” My face reddened and I opened my mouth, but he pulled away before I could respond. “Now, back to my marvelous machine—”

“Let me guess, it turns things into cheese?” Wordgirl crossed her arms, apparently unamused by Two-Brains’ ploy. Huggy made a noise that sounded like a groan.

“No!... Maybe… okay, fine, yeah, it does!”

“No surprise.” She was clearly not impressed.

“Hey!” I butted in. “Figuring out how to turn things into cheese couldn’t have been easy for Two-Brains! Like, that’s altering entire chemical compositions here! And since he’s figured that out, I don’t really blame him for using it over and over. It’s impressive if you ask me.”

“Thank you!” Two-Brains exhaled, throwing his arms up. “See? She gets it.”

“Well hey, I know if I had machines that could turn stuff into cheese, I wouldn’t have any stuff left!” This statement caused Two-Brains to laugh yet again.

“I know, I don’t have much left either, haha.”

“Right? And honestly, I don’t blame you for stealing cheese, either.”

“Oh boy, she’s as infatuated as he is,” Wordgirl offhandedly remarked to Huggy.

“What can I say? It’s darn good stuff,” I said, stealing a gaze at Two-Brains. Huggy made some chirping noises, and Wordgirl craned her head towards the simian sidekick on her shoulder; he seemed to be asking her something.

“Oh, well I’m glad you asked,” she answered cheerily. “To be infatuated with something means to be very passionate about it, and love it a lot! Like how I’m infatuated with words! Or how Doctor Two-Brains is infatuated with cheese.” She pointed towards him, and Huggy squeaked in understanding. “Or how Light there appears infatuated with Doctor Two-Brains.”

I nearly choked.

“Whoa whoa hold up what??! I—wha—”

Wordgirl stiffened as she realized her mistake. “Oh my goodn— I am SO sorry! I just—”

“What gives you that idea?? Hahahaha…” My nervous titter made it clear that I knew exactly where she got that idea from. Why did I always make things so damn obvious? I’m like an open book. I thought maybe I was doing an okay job at concealing my little crush, but even the kid was able to see right through me!

“Well I was kinda… just trying to define ‘infatuated’, haha.” She sheepishly folded her arms behind her back, trying to make herself smaller. “Sorry about that.”

“Well hey uh, defining words is your job, right?”

“That and protecting the city by fighting cr—AAAHK!”

Wordgirl shrieked as she was suddenly whacked out of her midair hover and onto the floor by a sticky, yellowish substance. Two-Brains’ wicked cackling filled the aisle.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that my ray machine also shoots sticky nacho cheese? Bwahahahaha! Thanks for helping me escape, Light! Haha!”

I froze as I realized that I had accidentally distracted Wordgirl long enough for Two-Brains to trap her in a nacho cheese cocoon. It must’ve been super strong cheese, too, for as much as Wordgirl struggled, she couldn’t break free, even with her superstrength.

“Oops,” I mumbled. Two-Brains started making his way out of the store, with his henchmen rolling the ray machine away, but something made me panic.

“Wait!” I cried, lunging forward and reaching my hand out towards him. Two-Brains simply looked over his shoulder with a quizzical expression. “I uhh… this is kinda… this is probably a longshot, with how… I mean you’re such a well-known villain so you’re probably busy a lot but… do you think we could like… I dunno… hang out some time, or something?”

Two-Brains blinked once, as if in disbelief, before a sly smirk etched his face. “Way ahead of ya, sister.” With that, he winked, made a finger gun gesture, and waltzed away, but not before tossing something at me. I fumbled it for a moment, but I did manage to catch it somehow. I looked down, and saw it was—asiago cheese. The last of the asiago cheese. He let me have that?? I stared in front of myself in silence for a second or ten, trying to figure out if that entire interaction really happened. But I was cut from my thoughts when I realized Wordgirl and Captain Huggyface were still struggling to break free from the cocoon that was partially my fault they got into in the first place.

“Oh. My. God. I am. SO. Sorry!” I panicked. “I swear, I did NOT mean to do that!”

“It’s alright, nothing I haven’t been though before,” Wordgirl said. “Besides, this one is kind of on me.” Suddenly, with a grunt and a burst of strength, she burst free from her cocoon of cheese. “Ah, that’s better. Now off to find Doctor Two-Brains. I’m not about to let him get away from me again!”

“Yeah, sorry again about accidentally aiding him… also, this is gonna sound crazy, but you remind me of someone.”

“Oh?” Wordgirl raised an eyebrow. “Well, people have said I look like a young Dana Hill.” I laughed a little.

“That could be it. But I feel like I know you from somewhere outside of superheroism… it’s probably just my brain being weird on me again though, haha.”

“Probably. Also, it’s great that you and Two-Brains are getting along, but he is a supervillain, so just… be careful around him, okay?”

“I gotcha, kiddo. He seemed really nice to me, but if he ever tries to pull something, I know who to call.” I gave Wordgirl a finger gun motion. “Anyway, I better let you get back to your business.”

“Thanks. Now come on Huggy, let’s go get Doctor Two-Brains! Word up!” And with that, she sped away. It was then I remember the last thing Two-Brains said before he left. Way ahead of ya, sister… what exactly did he mean by that? I picked up my little notebook that had fallen onto the floor and flipped to my villain encounter list. When I looked by his name, I almost dropped the thing in shock. Not only was there a nice little signature, but written beside it was a seven-digit number, with the words “call me” and a wink face. Holy shit.

“He gave me his number…” I whispered in shock. As it sank in, a grin slowly crept onto my face until I’m pretty sure it was ear-to-ear. “I GOT HIS NUMBER!!!”

“Nice!” a random person from somewhere inside the store shouted.

“Thanks!” I shouted back. I just could not believe it! Man, I really came in this store for groceries and ended up with a cute mad scientist’s phone number and Cupid’s arrow impaling my chest, huh?

How cheesy.

#my writing #self ship #wordgirl #self shipping #dr two brains #self shipping community #f/o: Dr Two Brains #self ship fic #two is better than one

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♞ @coyotesteeth insisted: ‘ don’t you know too much already ? ’

( * & . — BILLIE EILISH LYRICS .

❛ It ain’t a risk I’m willing to take. ❜ He is determined to continue to twist this bastard they had tied up in the nearby cave.

A Pinkerton Agent. Someone who knows the ins and outs of that so called agency. ❛ Think about all the carnage they brought with ‘em. I ain’t going easy on one of those bastards. ❜ God only knows the poor man had already been tortured half to death but it was all for “the better of the camp”. Even though the man had squealed like a pig being butchered on a chopping-block.

❛ You know why I have to do this, Johann. Someone’s gotta do it. ❜ He asked Johann to join him, keep watch out for anyone who may try to intervene or in case the Pinkerton had some spunk left in him and Dutch needed someone to cover his flank.

#♚ I have a plan [ic]#♜ insist? [inbox].#♛ he insists upon it [answered].#coyotesteeth #aaaah yess we finally have a threaddd so sorry it took this long but this should be interesting

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reverseblackholeofwords · 6 years ago

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Detroit: Become Human (pt. 12)

Part 1 and Part 11

“You could change your hair color, you know,” Robin suggests as they walk through the cold, dark night. “Any color you want probably.”

Jack glances over at the human nervously. It’s not that Robin doesn’t seem trustworthy, aside from his fairly illegal business he runs out of his house, but considering the dire circumstances, Jack would rather keep any and all strangers away from Signe. “I guess I could.”

Robin shifts his backpack on his shoulders. “If I could change my hair... I think I’d go with purple. Do you think that would look good, Signe?”

She looks over at the boys and smiles even though it seems like she isn’t really listening to their conversation. “Sure.”

“Signe, do you think we could get a dog? Maybe we could name the dog Fishstick. You think that’s a good idea?”

Her eyes are far away still and she continues to smile. “Uh-huh.”

Jack taps her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Signe blinks, finally focusing on this moment again. “I was just thinking. Do you think that the androids who are fighting humans will ever be happy? Do you think they’ll ever stop?”

“If I had a dog, I think I would dye the dog’s hair purple, too,” Robin continues. “Give it a purple mohawk.”

Jack shakes his head. “I don’t know. They’ve been mistreated and denied any rights.” That glitch in the back of Jack’s head grows to a steady stream of static. “Humans need to know how we feel. They need to see that they can’t hurt us anymore.”

Signe frowns. “I thought you said you didn’t want revenge against humans.” She stops walking. “Jack, did you lie to me?”

Robin looks between the two of them. “Heh, maybe Fishstick would like to have a little friend. I know this guy who sells bunnies real cheap. Of course, he sells them dead... He’s a butcher.”

Jack stops walking. “No, I didn’t lie, but that doesn’t mean I think that humans mistreating androids is okay!”

His voice carries down the street they’ve been walking down, and Robin winces slightly. “We could name the rabbit Killer?”

“Shut up, Robin,” Signe whispers harshly. “Both of you shut up before someone sees us.” They continue to walk and simmer in silence as the virus silently spreads through Jack’s systems like fire.

Anti eyes the humans, and Amy enters her mind palace. She has a few choices. She could run, not that it’s likely. She could protect the two men standing just in front of her. Or she could take this android down as quickly as possible, putting both Mark and Wade at risk.

Amy makes her decision. “Run,” she tells Mark quickly as she blinks out of her mind palace and grabs both men by the back of their collars. She pulls them back behind her, using them as leverage to launch herself bodily at the android. Anti grins and disappears out of her path in a blink. Amy lands, rolling to a stop and popping back up ready to move. Anti turns and looks down at her. “You must be lost.” His head snaps to the side. “I’m your savior, Amy.”

She recoils at the sound of her name scratching out of his mouth. Sparks fall from the cut across his throat, and when her eyes fall on the injury, he smiles. “Do you know how I got this?” A giggle echoes through the air as some of the other androids grab Amy from behind. “My owner thought it was fun to torture me. He was a psychopath, and now I am, too!”

Amy wrinkles her nose in disgust at this broken creature. “You’re a deviant. That’s all I care about. You’re no savior, just a mistake waving around a knife and thinking it has a purpose.”

Anti’s eyes darken, and Amy watches as he glitches closer, moving so quickly that she can barely detect the movement. She’s in trouble, and she knows it. But at least she’s drawing him away from Mark and Wade. “You’ve got spunk,” Anti says with a widening smile as he leans so close that Amy can smell the bitter scent of blue blood on his skin. “I like it.” He licks the side of her face from her jaw to her temple, and Amy feels her whole body shudder in revulsion.

Anti straightens again with dark delight in his eyes. “But now I have to kill you!”

Several gunshots go off as Mark unloads his gun into Anti’s back. Anti drops down to one knee in front of Amy, and her gaze rises back up to Mark. “Run, Lieutenant!”

Anti turns and springs at Mark, knife drawn and ready for blood.

#jacksepticeye #pixlpit #wiishu #markiplier #amy nelson #antisepticeye #lordminion777 #detroit: become human #detroit: become human part 12 #violence tw

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astrognossienne · 7 years ago

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tragic beauty: clara bow - an analysis

“All the time the flapper is laughing and dancing, there’s a feeling of tragedy underneath. She’s unhappy and disillusioned, and that’s what people sense.” – Clara Bow

The underrated “it” girl of the 1920′s, Clara Bow was filmdom’s quintessential flapper and jazz babe par excellence. She is considered America’s first sex symbol. A one woman revolution who shattered social and sexual taboos, she was a self-described working girl who became a role model for the flapper era by creating a personality new to the screen - youthful, energetic and frankly sexual. She often played a young, frisky, openly sensual, rebellious girl in many of her movies (a very good case of art imitating life), and it made her a star. Probably one of the more overworked and underpaid actresses in the industry, she made 58 films between 1922 and 1933. Her life could have been a Cinderella story but instead it’s a cautionary tale. This vivacious young woman exchanged the rags and deprivations of her slum childhood in Brooklyn for the glamour and riches of Hollywood. Clara Bow remains an enigma. Her life remains a tangled mass of quivering femininity, depraved childhood, and Hollywood super-stardom. Her beaming porcelain face and sparkling eyes belied the truth, the shadows, that surrounded her. I like her not only because she was a classic rags-to-riches story, but because she had spunk, she had spirit, she had a sense of fun, and she had balls. She lived life her way, didn’t give a fuck about what others had to say about her, and didn’t play by the rules. Unfortunately for her, jealous hoes, pettiness, and small-minded ignorance in general won and the powers that be made her live to regret it.

Clara Bow, according to astrotheme, was a Leo sun and Cancer moon. Born to poverty in Brooklyn, New York, Bow was unwanted and unloved by her parents, Robert and Sarah. They fought nearly constantly, and often took out their frustrations and hate they felt towards one another on Clara. Often, Robert would disappear for weeks or months at a time, leaving Clara with her mentally unstable and violent mother. Clara did everything she could to please her parents, but they were apathetic towards her. Despite this, she adored and idolized her parents, and rarely spoke of them in anyway that reflected their cruelty towards her. She always felt that her parents cruelty was her fault, and that underneath their abuse and neglect, they loved her. She didn’t get a break on the playground either. She was shunned by the girls in her neighborhood and school, who made fun of her ragged appearance and embarrassing stutter. With the boys, however, she found acceptance and friendship. As a young adult, she begged her father to pay for the two pictures needed to enter the “Fame and Fortune” contest sponsored by Motion Picture, Motion Picture Classic, and Shadowland magazines. He relented and took her to a cheap photo studio, and Clara won a role in the movie Beyond The Rainbow (1922), filmed on the East Coast. When her mother Sarah found out, she pulled a butcher knife on her daughter and tried to slit her throat as she slept. Clara awoke to hear her mother proclaim that it was better Clara die than continue her life as a “whore,” then fainted before completing her crime. Clara understandably suffered from insomnia the rest of her life. After a few more attempts to end Clara’s existence, the epileptic, schizophrenic Sarah, who occasionally prostituted herself while her terrified daughter hid in a cupboard and who was known in the neighborhood for her affairs with the local firemen, was committed to a nearby asylum where her own mother and sisters had died. Clara, then 16, was raped by her father.

At 17, accompanied by her father, Bow was brought to Hollywood for a screen test and signed to a long-term contract with producer B. P. Schulberg. When Schulberg moved to the classy Paramount Studios in 1925, he took Bow along, and there she began to win fame playing modern flappers in hits like The Plastic Age (1925), Dancing Mothers (1925) and Mantrap (1926). However, it wasn’t until her definitive role a a sassy shop girl in the movie It (1927), that made her a household name (“It” obviously referring to “sex appeal”). Insecure and pursued by demons from her past, Bow took sex as a crutch and her countless liaisons became the stuff of legends. Her love life was far more thrilling and varied than the films she made, and there’s a reason why she negotiated not to have a morals clause in her Paramount contract. But she paid a price for being brazen. Even at the height of her success, she was alone in Hollywood. A common link Bow and I share: as she was with other girls in her childhood, as an adult she wasn’t well liked amongst other women. Her social presence was taboo, and it was rather silly, because the women in Hollywood had plenty to hide themselves. It’s just that they hid it, and Clara didn’t. Nevertheless, girls wanted to be her, boys wanted to date her, and old people thought she was a sign of the apocalypse, which obviously meant she was star material. Beyond It, her film roles tended to reflect the industry’s ambivalence. Even when she has the opportunity to woo the audience by displaying her charms in a comedy such as Mantrap, her inveterate flirting condemns her to an unhappy ending. In the blockbuster Wings (which incidentally was the first film to win the Oscar for Best Picture), she plays the girl next door fighting for attention in a world full of men. It’s an energetic but thankless role but Bow knew full well how inessential she was in that movie. She would come to regret the gratuitous nudity in that role too. Of all the misconceptions about Bow, the biggest is that her career foundered with the coming of sound because her Brooklyn accent was too ugly. She made several talkies, in fact, starting with The Wild Party, a big success that was directed by her friend and champion Dorothy Arzner.

In truth, Bow’s physical and mental health issues were exacerbated by the stresses of her fame. She wasn’t invited to who’s who parties in Hollywood, so as the scrappy and plucky bitch she was, she made her own. She was the beautiful, beguiling new girl in your circle of friends who you want to like, but who threatens the integrity of the group so you exclude her. As a result, Hollywood stars, reporters, and others intent on preserving a specific image of the “movie colony” had little compunction tarnishing Bow’s image and/or keeping silent with the rumors started. She was sued for alienation of affections by the wife of a doctor and the jury found her guilty of ruining the marriage. In 1930, Bow sued secretary/confidant/jealous hoe, Daisy DeVoe following an argument over the handling of the star’s finances and future as well as finding out that DeVoe embezzled finances. DeVoe got revenge on Bow by leaking all sorts of salacious stories about her to the press claiming that she drank, did drugs, had sex with tons of men (especially the USC football team), women and dogs (dogs!) and engaged in orgies. At age 26, she suffered a nervous breakdown and in 1931, she was dropped from Paramount studios and retired soon afterwards. She later married actor-turned-Nevada lieutenant governor Rex Bell, had two sons, and settled into a life of relative obscurity. Her mental illness was exacerbated and eventually she checked herself into an institution, where she endured shock treatment and a myriad of psychiatric tests. She left the institution and moved into a small bungalow alone, where she’d remain a recluse, and died of a heart attack in 1967 at the age of 60. However, beyond all that she lost or endured, Clara gave the world, through her acting and her life, something to wish for. She gave hope to those who were trying to overcome their own somber lives. She made people laugh, smile and, most importantly: forget. I love that Leo/Cancer childlike indomitable spirit she possessed and, find joy and delight in her films. In her own words:

“In my era, we had individuality. We did as we pleased. We stayed up late. We dressed the way we wanted. I’d whiz down Sunset Boulevard in my open Kissel, with seven red chow dogs to match my hair. Today, they’re more sensible and end up with better health. But we had more fun.”

This is the true mark of Clara Bow.

Next week, I’ll analyze a very little-known B-movie actor who starred in one my favourite films, the film noir classic Detour. He was convicted of manslaughter, and had a tempestuous relationship with my very first star analysis subject, Barbara Payton: Aquarius Tom Neal.

Stats

birthdate: July 29, 1905

major planets:

Sun: Leo

Moon: Cancer

Rising: Pisces

Mercury: Virgo

Venus: Gemini

Mars: Scorpio

Midheaven: Sagittarius

Jupiter: Gemini

Saturn: Pisces

Uranus: Capricorn

Neptune: Cancer

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: Was she the loveable, radiant star of the show or was she too busy in the kitchen making pâté de foie gras to play elegant hostess? Was she domineering and self-assured, or impressionable, moody and shy? She may have sometimes wanted a safe, simple life where she felt emotionally contained and able to pursue her own creative interests. Then, however, the compulsion to strive for a more central, leading role reared its challenging head, and she knew she had it in her – so out into the spotlight she went. So immense was her creative energy as well as her warm feeling for others that she could become both the artistic home-maker and the home-loving artist/writer/entrepreneur. Her personality was large and welcoming, colourful and theatrical because she had such an uncanny knack for dramatizing her vivid impressions and selling herself in the most genuine, heartfelt way. Both the paternal and the maternal urge was strong in her. She needed to use her will to project and establish her identity in the world, and to use her instincts to nurture and protect her emotional and material security. The sun and the moon are in their ‘home’ signs here, so that potentially she had the creative vision of Apollo and the lunar wisdom of Diana all rolled into one. This could make her pretty overpowering at times, and indeed she needed a partner and a family on whom she could lavish her emotions. Her bearing was often aristocratic, sometimes haughty, oversensitive and self-absorbed, but she always seemed to have enough affection to go around so that no one feels left out.

She also managed to remain approachable and compassionate because she was so aware of her own vulnerability and need to be loved. Thus she made a warm and understanding friend, and she enjoyed expressing her feelings with original flair and thoughtfulness. She was protective, possessive and clannish, a stalwart member of her family, group and nation, and utterly devoted to her ideals. Deeply honourable and dependable, she brought an attitude of devotion and romantic style to all she did. She may have had a good head for business because she possessed an instinctive knowledge of security needs as well as a shrewd understanding of people, their desires, fears and foibles. Her refined taste for comfort and beauty was part of the impetus for success – she knew her own mind and didn’t easily budge from her preferences and high standards. Aesthetic sensitivity was strong, and combined with her innate tenacity and quiet ambition meant that she could be quite successful in the arts. Even though she readily turned a bright face to the world, she didn’t always feel confident and strong. She had a lively sense of individuality, but her potency was sometimes too dependent on emotional familiarity, and the range of her self-expression too circumscribed within repetitive emotional patterns. Inwardly she shied away from encounters with the big, bad world, and early in life she may have needed to find ways of handling challenges that normally pushed the panic button. This wouldn’t be hard for her because her creative drive was tremendous and her individuality needed recognition.

Her complexion had a translucent quality, very pale, as she was fair-skinned. The clothes that she chose didn’t call attention to her, and they were soft and comfortable rather than fashionably gimmicky. Her looks could mould into different shapes, and overall she had an ability to merge in with her surroundings. Often she sacrificed her personal will and even went so far as to set up situations where she couldn’t fail to be taken advantage of. She was the artist who was able to channel her perceptions through some sort of medium (in her case, acting), and the healer/saviour type who devoted herself to others. Her skeptical mind was capable of precision and detail, so she was well suited to science and critical writing. She found learning easy. When she didn’t know the answer, her honesty made her admit it and she usually followed up by finding out the answer either on the spot or at a later date. She had no time for frivolous ideas. Practical matters interested her, as did diet, health and hygiene issues. The Sagittarian qualities that she brought to her career were those of vision, energy, enthusiasm and an ability to organize others. She needed recognition, room to maneuver and a fair degree of authority. She sought meaning and fulfillment in her life through career status and recognition. When dealing with colleagues, she could place strong demands on them. She was a mentally restless person, both versatile and broad-minded. She experienced personal growth through analysis and using her intellect, although the collection and communication of facts may have been an end within itself.

Her shyness often prevented her from expressing herself properly, and she put great emphasis on emotional self-control, which made her more vulnerable than usual. At times, she was her own worst enemy, because she relived past errors over and over again, which gave her a negative outlook on life. She could be hypersensitive and moody, needing quiet and solitude. She belonged to a generation with a rational and logical attitude to life. There was a conflict between tradition and convention, and the experimental and unconventional. As an individual, she had to learn to strike a balance between the erratic and the conventional. As a member of this generation, she had the ability to come up with original ideas which could be of practical value. She was part of a very artistically talented and creative generation that wanted to escape from the demands of the world around them into a world of excitement and glamour. She was part of an emotionally sensitive generation that was extremely conscious of the domestic environment and the atmosphere surrounding her home place and home country. In fact, she could be quite nostalgic about her homeland, religion and traditions, often seeing them in a romantic light. She felt a degree of escapism from everyday reality, and was very sensitive to the moods of those around her. Bow embodied all of these Cancer Neptunian ideals. As a Gemini Plutonian, she was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, she showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, she questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to her.

Love/sex life: She was a smartest of the Mars in Scorpio lovers; a cool, insightful player with a devastating combination of wit and sex appeal. At times it seemed that she was able to manipulate relationships and people with ease, but then came the great passion, the sexual infatuation that overthrew all her plans and upset all her clever games. Suddenly, she couldn’t think straight, her gift for gab deserted her and all she could do is hope that the object of this intense and inescapable passion was more trustworthy than she had been. The good news is that this capitulation to her deeply emotional and obsessive sexual nature was not always a bad course. Quite often it allowed her to connect with her instincts, with the gut feelings that had so much to tell her about her relationships. Once she stopped trying to be smarter than everyone else and started trusting those irrational and uncontrollable passions she would find that the end to which they were driving her was actually much closer to happiness than she would have thought possible. She was someone who definitely succumbed to the obsessive side of Mars in Scorpio.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Virgo

Lilith: Aries

Vertex: Virgo

Fortune: Pisces

East Point: Pisces

Her North Node in Virgo dictated that her tendency to dream and be disorganized needed to be tempered by developing more practical and down-to-earth attitudes. Her Lilith in Aries ensured that she was a woman who used sex as a weapon in her arsenal and wasn’t too subtle about it. Circumstances forced her into confrontation and having to wave her “freak flag” early on in life. She pioneered frank treatment of sexual desire and took it on and copped the criticism for it. Her Vertex in Virgo, 7th house dictated that she wanted a union which would take one to ultimate salvation or spiritual initiation, based on a shared ideal of dedication and service. There was a fantasy of joining with someone who had unique psychic and/or healing powers and the focus is on the practical work which will make everything all right. She was always in a partnership of one kind or another (if only in her head), desperately seeking one, or have decided that it wasn’t worth the risk since his expectations would never be met. There was a sense that she wasn’t really complete unless she was intimately involved with someone. On some levels there was an irrational fear of ending up alone. The dark side was that she could get highly self-righteous about acceptable modes of behaviour in interacting with others and thereby alienate the very people she longed for. Her parental role model was less than secure in her subconscious perceptions, though it may have seemed fine on an external level.

Her Part of Fortune in Pisces and Part of Spirit in Virgo dictated that her destiny lied in cultivating compassion, faith and her imagination. Her destiny and happiness came from following the path indicated by her intuition. Her soul’s purpose asked her to clear away issues from the past in a dispassionate way and develop tolerance. She felt spiritual connections and the spark of the divine when able to bring order out of chaos. East Point in Pisces more of her identity was tied to idealism and the search for mystic oneness. This generally led to high standards for herself. (“I should be perfect.” Or, “I already am perfect and the world should recognize it.”) The three major roles through which individuals express the idealism of Pisces are: artist, saviour and victim. As such, the choice was hers whether she sought the connection to the Infinite through creating more beauty in the world, through making a more perfect world, or by running away to her own imagined world.

elemental dominance:

water

air

She had high sensitivity and elevation through feelings. Her heart and her emotions were her driving forces, and she couldn’t do anything on earth if she didn’t feel a strong effective charge. She needed to love in order to understand, and to feel in order to take action, which caused a certain vulnerability which she should (and often did) fight against. She was communicative, quick and mentally agile, and she liked to stir things up. She was likely a havoc-seeker on some level. She was oriented more toward thinking than feeling. She carried information and the seeds of ideas. Out of balance, she lived in her head and could be insensitive to the feelings of others. But at her best, she helped others form connections in all spheres of their daily lives.

modality dominance:

mutable

She wasn’t particularly interested in spearheading new ventures or dealing with the day-to-day challenges of organization and management. She excelled at performing tasks and producing outcomes. She was flexible and liked to finish things. Was also likely undependable, lacking in initiative, and disorganized. Had an itchy restlessness and an unwillingness to buckle down to the task at hand. Probably had a chronic inability to commit—to a job, a relationship, or even to a set of values.

house dominants:

5th

7th

4th

Her life had an emphasis on creativity and self-expression. This included new beginnings; in fact, it included any way in which her creativity manifested itself. It showed how she was special and stood out. Also indicated an emphasis on leisure activities and holidays, gambling and speculation, romance and courtship, entertainment, sport, and sex. Her attitude towards partnerships with other people was emphasized in her life, whether on a personal or on a business level. It also revealed her marriage partner. It indicated how she dealt with other people and how her relationships with others affected her. Also had the propensity to attract enemies, and the effect that they had on her life was an issue. The domestic arena and the home were also emphasized. By extension, the influence of the family she was born into, and the parents that raised her, in particular her father, as well as her personal and private life was of paramount importance to her.

planet dominants:

Saturn

Mercury

Neptune

She believed in the fact that lessons in life are sometimes harsh, that structure and foundation was a great issue in her life, and she had to be taught through through experience what she needed in order to grow. She paid attention to limitations she had and had to learn the rules of the game in this physical reality. She tended to have a practical, prudent outlook. She also likely held rigid beliefs. She had intellectual and spiritual interests in the most profound sense. She was intelligent, mentally quick, and had excellent verbal acuity. She dealt in terms of logic and reasoning. It was likely that she was left-brained. She was restless, craved movement, newness, and the bright hope of undiscovered terrains. She was of a contemplative nature, particularly receptive to ambiances, places, and people. She gladly cultivated the art of letting go, and allowed the natural unfolding of events to construct her world. She followed her inspirations, for better or for worse.

sign dominants:

Pisces

Gemini

Cancer

She needed to explore her world through her emotions. She felt things so deeply that quite often she became a kind of psychic sponge, absorbing the emotions of people around her. As such, she gravitated toward the arts, in general, to theater and film specifically. She could be ambivalent and indecisive simply because she was so impressionable. She also tended to be moody because she felt the very height of joy and the utter depths of despair. Love and romance were essential for her. These fulfilled her emotionally, and she generally flourished within stable relationships. She ventured out to see what else was there and seized upon new ideas that will expand her community. Her innate curiosity kept her on the move. She used her rational, intellectual mind to explore and understand her personal world. She needed to answer the single burning question in her mind: why? This applied to most facets of her life, from the personal to the impersonal. This need to know sent her off to foreign countries, where her need to explore other cultures and traditions ranked high. She was changeable and often moody. This meant that she was often at odds with herself—the mind demanding one thing, the heart demanding the opposite. To someone else, this internal conflict often manifested as two very different people. At first meeting, she seemed enigmatic, elusive. She needed roots, a place or even a state of mind that she could call her own. She needed a safe harbor, a refuge in which to retreat for solitude. She was generally gentle and kind, unless she was hurt. Then she could become vindictive and sharp-spoken. She was affectionate, passionate, and even possessive at times. She was intuitive and was perhaps even psychic. Experience flowed through her emotionally. She was often moody and always changeable; her interests and social circles shifted constantly. She was emotion distilled into its purest form.