#inspired by a real weather report

[junoinferno]

If Y/N Fic Was Realistic: DBF! Joel Miller Edition (Modern AU, No Fungus Version)

You walked across the street to the Miller house, heat scorching across the blacktop and cicadas screaming. You knocked on the front door. Joel appeared, looking disheveled but hot as hell. Because it was hot as hell.

Joel: Hey, darlin’. What’s going on?

Y/N: Hey, so barbecue is cancelled.

Joel: Anything wrong?

Y/N: The heat index is 113. Holding an outdoor event is suicidal at this point.

Joel: ‘Spose so…

Y/N: Look, I was watching this movie on Netflix and I got an idea-

Joel: Triple Frontier?

Y/N: No, The Bubble. Do you want to have sex with me?

Joel: What?!

Y/N: Yeah, I had this whole plan, with the short dress and lacy underwear, but lace underwear in this heat, Joel? Have you worn lace underwear above like 70?

Joel: Uh, no, darlin’, can’t say I have-

Y/N: Then I figured we’d sneak into the house and have sex, but Joel, it’s too hot, who would be outside? See, that plan doesn’t work so honestly, it’s too hot. So, do you want to have sex with me?

Joel: Look, darlin’, your dad would kill me-

Y/N: See, I’ve got the feeling you’re hard to kill.

Joel: You’re beautiful, hell, you should be with someone your own age-

Y/N: So, you’d be fine with that? Me, finding someone my own age, then bringing him to the rescheduled barbecue sometime in mid-September at the earliest?

Joel (growls): Get inside. It’s too damn hot out here.

Y/N: Finally.

[gigabyte-flare]

The Devil is Real (Part 1)

Summary: Your troubled older brother disappeared two years ago, vanishing without a trace; that is until one day you receive a letter from him. He’s living in Spain after having joined a religious group called Los Iluminados, his life seemingly changed for the better. He would love it if you came to visit him. Who are you to refuse an invitation from your beloved big brother, right?

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: drug abuse mention, abusive household mention, religious cult, religious trauma, body horror, noncon, dubcon, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m and f receiving), kidnapping, yandere tendencies, somno, extreme violence and gore, human sacrifice, murder, blood play/kink, breeding kink, pregnancy, pet names, stockholm syndrome, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future parts]

A/N: I want to give a shoutout to @d10nyx, who's bot heavily inspired this new series. I had been wanting to write plagas!Leon again for so long, but I wanted to do something I hadn't seen done before and my interaction with her bot planted the seed (breeding kink go brrrrrrrrrrrr). This will likely be my darkest series yet so if that's not your jam, I kindly ask that you keep scrolling. It should be noted that any of the Spanish seen in this series is either from my extremely vague recollection of the language from my youth or from Google translate, so I apologize if there's any weird grammar in any of the Spanish, it is not my intention to butcher the language.

I hope you guys like thrill rides :3

The title is inspired by Bad Things performed by I Prevail

April 22, 2008

Sis,

I apologize for this being the first time I’ve contacted you in two years, but I promise you, it was for good reason. I finally got help. I moved out to Spain to this lovely rural area called Valdelobos to live with this wonderful community called Los Iluminados. I’ve been sober for just over two years because of them. I would really love it if you came to visit, you would absolutely love it here, sis! I would love more than anything to share with you the community that has made such a huge difference in my life. I don’t have access to a computer, so you’ll have to send me a letter to reply. You can find the return address on the envelope. I eagerly await your letter!

With all my love,

Vince

You sit on your old saggy couch, gently holding the handwritten letter in your hands like it’s going to disintegrate. Your mind is in turmoil; your older brother Vincent, or Vince as most people call him, had disappeared about two years ago. He struggled with drug addiction when he reached adulthood, always chasing his next high. When you had reported him missing, police searched everywhere for him for weeks until you finally had to come to terms with the fact that he was most likely dead.

This letter, however, says otherwise.

“Who’s it from?” your boyfriend asks before sitting beside you, seeing the strained look on your face and growing concerned. 

You don’t answer him at first, your eyes locked on the weathered piece of paper. Realizing your boyfriend, Mark, had asked you a question, you blink a few times and shake your head, snapping yourself out of the shocked daze.

“It’s from Vince,” you reply, looking over at Mark.

Mark looks at the paper you’re holding, then back to you, “are you sure it’s from Vince?”

“Of course I’m sure! That is definitely his handwriting. He’s alive!” 

You hand the letter to Mark, who takes a moment to read the letter himself, adjusting his glasses as he does so, “he wants you to go visit. What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea…” you say softly, burying your face in your hands as you continue to struggle with your emotions.

Growing up, all you had was your brother, having lost your parents at a young age. Growing up, the both of you lived with your grandparents, but they were very abusive. As soon as Vince had turned 18, he fought to become your legal guardian and the two of you moved out. Unfortunately, Vince had turned to drugs to deal with his trauma, but could you blame him? Your grandfather was especially hard on Vince; there were many nights you could remember falling asleep to the sounds of the two of them shouting and throwing things at each other. 

There’s a ten year gap between you and your brother, so naturally Vince had become something of a father figure to you, especially considering you were only two when your parents had died. A car accident you had been told; hit by a drunk driver on the way home from a New Year’s party. You felt like life always dealt you a shitty hand. First your parents, then your brother. But now, your brother seems to be back and he’s ok; he’s sober. You should be happy, so why are you so conflicted?

“I’m going to do some research on this ‘Los Iluminados’ group,” you finally say before standing up from the couch to walk into your bedroom, “make sure it isn’t some Jim Jones bullshit…”

“I’ll get dinner started then,” Mark says, also standing up, making his way over to the kitchen, “I’ll holler when dinner’s ready.”

You nod at Mark before walking into the bedroom, sitting down at your desk in the corner of the room, opening your laptop and powering it on. You open up Internet Explorer and open a new Google search window, typing in Los Iluminados which unsurprisingly yielded zero results; with them not having computer access, it makes sense that there’s no trace of this group on the internet by searching their name. You then search cults in Spain and skim through the results. Again, there’s no mention of Los Iluminados anywhere. Drumming your fingers on your desk, you begin to question the letter’s legitimacy. Whoever sent it knew where you lived and that your brother had been missing for two years. No one would go through that much trouble just to prank someone. 

“Babe, dinner’s ready!” you hear Mark call from the kitchen. 

Letting out a sigh, you reluctantly stand up from your desk, walking out of the bedroom to join your boyfriend in the living room, who just finished putting both your plates down onto the coffee table. Laying in the middle of the living room, your 8 year old brindle English Mastiff, André, lifts his head lazily, sniffing the air upon smelling food. You can’t help but let out a chuckle as you sit down on the couch, grabbing your plate to start eating.

“Even in his old age, André has a one track mind,” Mark says, watching as the large dog gets up from the floor. Mark gently pats him on the head, “don’t you buddy?”

“He sure does,” you reply, reaching over to pat the gentle giant before returning to your meal.

“Were you able to find anything on that group in the letter?” Mark asks, looking over at you before taking a bite of food. 

“Not a damn thing. Which I guess makes sense but still…” you say, your voice trailing off as you let out a heavy sigh, “something about it just doesn’t sit well with me.”

“Then we go to Spain, find out if this group is real or not and bounce if it’s just a wild goose chase,” Mark says, weaving his left hand through the air as he speaks.

“And who’s going to watch André?” 

André’s big brown eyes look between the two of you, letting out a soft whimper. Mark mouths the word ‘fuck’ before taking another bite of dinner.

“Right,” Mark says quietly, giving André another pat on the head.

The two of you finish eating dinner in silence, afterwards helping each other clean up the dishes. You let Mark know that you’re going to write a response to Vince’s letter, heading back up to the bedroom to sit back at the desk, pulling out a notebook and a pencil.

May 15, 2008

Vince,

First, I just want to say I am relieved to see that you’re ok and that you’re doing better. You had dropped off the face of the earth and I couldn’t find you anywhere; I thought you were dead! I’m so incredibly glad I was wrong. And, of course, congratulations are in order for your two years of sobriety. I know that’s something you really struggled with and I’m glad this community was able to help you. Is it a religious group? I think Los Iluminados roughly translates to “The Enlightened Ones” if my vague recollection of Spanish serves me right. Regardless, I would love to come visit you and see where you’ve been living these past two years, just let me know where I need to go.

Sis

May 31, 2008

Sis,

I was so excited to see you had written back that I practically ripped the envelope open. Los Iluminados is a small religious community and, I know what you’re thinking, it’s not a cult, so you have nothing to worry about there. They’re really big on living a traditional, almost pagan-like lifestyle and for me, being able to unplug while I got better was exactly what I needed. I’m hoping after experiencing Los Iluminados yourself that you’ll feel the same. As far as getting you here goes, you’ll want to fly into Valencia Airport, we’ll come pick you up from there. Call the enclosed number once you have your flight booked and tell Maria what day you’re coming. I’m looking forward to seeing you!

Vince

You tuck the letter back in your carry on bag, leaning back in your seat on the airplane and closing your eyes. You land in Valencia Airport in less than an hour and you are doing everything in your power to keep your nerves in check and not get your hopes up. You did as Vince had asked, you called this woman named Maria and with really broken Spanish, you had told her you were flying in on June 17th. At some point you must have dozed off because you’re jolted awake when the plane lands on the tarmac.

The plane pulls into the dock and you along with the other passengers file out. You head down to baggage claim to grab your luggage; you had packed about a week’s worth of clothes since you didn’t know how long you were staying. You low key were hoping to talk your brother into coming back to the States with you, but that’s a bridge you’ll cross when you get there. That thought is far from your mind, however, when you get through airport security and immediately spot your brother holding a large sign with your name on it. Your mouth hangs agape as you stop in your tracks. The last time you had seen him, he was a 33 year old who looked almost 50 due to his years of drug abuse. Now? He has color in his face, he’s gained weight and actually looks healthy. His clothes are a little disheveled and covered in dirt, but he’s smiling, probably the first time you’ve seen him smile since you were children.

Dropping your luggage, you run over to your brother, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight, tears freely flowing from your eyes as you cry out, “it’s you, you’re real! You’re alive!”

Vince tightly hugs you back, rocking you both back and forth before stepping back, smiling down at you as his hands remain on your shoulders, “look at you! All grown up; 25 has treated you nicely!”

You playfully scoff before walking back to grab your luggage, “hardly.”

You return to Vince, who then takes your luggage from you as the two of you begin to walk out of the airport, “how’s Mark? You two are still together, I take it?”

“We are! He’s doing good, he’s at home watching André.”

“André is still around? That’s nice to hear!” Vince says as the two of you walk up to a very beat up looking sedan, “here’s our luxury limousine!”

You playfully smack him with the back of your hand, “very funny, Vince.”

You watch as Vince opens the trunk of the sedan, putting your luggage inside, he looks up at you as he closes the trunk, “go ahead and get in the back seat, Sis.”

You nod in acknowledgement, climbing into the back seat, your brother joining you shortly after. An older couple sits in the driver’s and passenger’s sides of the sedan, promptly driving away from the airport once you and your brother put your seatbelts on. 

“We have about a three hour drive ahead of us, you must be exhausted from your flight,” Vince says, looking over at you and giving you a warm smile.

You nod, feeling your eyes grow heavy from jet lag, however you force your eyes to stay open; you desperately don’t want to miss a single moment with your brother.

“Hey,” Vince lays a hand on your shoulder, “it’s ok, get some rest, I’ll wake you up when we get close to the village.”

“If you say so…” you reply softly. 

You hesitantly let your eyes close, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. It feels like only a moment has passed when Vince shakes you awake.

“Hey Sis, we’re here!”

After getting out of the car, there was still a considerable hike until you got to the village proper. Once getting there, however, you find yourself pleasantly surprised. You weren't sure what you were expecting of a small village at the center of a religious community but what you’re seeing wasn’t it. It is a bonafide village, with actual houses, a town center, a watchtower and a large brick structure towards the back. In the distance, you can see a windmill slowly spinning. You chalk it up to the large number of documentaries you had watched on cults leading up to this trip that painted a picture in your mind of what this village would look like; the small, white cottages of People’s Temple immediately coming to mind. A part of you is glad you were wrong.

“So, what do you think?” Vince asks me, gesturing one of his hands towards the village, “this is where I’ve been these last two years.”

“It’s nothing like what I expected, it’s… honestly really peaceful,” you reply, looking around the village in awe.

You watch as several of the other villagers stop what they’re doing to look at you and your brother, an older woman over by a well giving both of you a warm smile before pulling a bucket of water up from the well.

“My house is over here,” Vince continues, pointing to one of the houses on the left before leading you towards it. 

Vince’s house sits next to the watchtower, he opens the door and walks inside. Before you enter, you happen to turn around and look towards the large brick building in the back of the village. Standing at the door is someone wearing a black cloak with gold trim, underneath his clothes you can tell he’s wearing cargo pants and a tight fitting athletic shirt of some kind. But that’s not what grabs your attention; it’s his azure eyes locked on you, causing your blood to run cold.

“Vince,” you say, your voice trembling as you reach to grab his wrist, stopping him, “who is that over there?”

Vince turns to look where you’re looking, letting out a soft chuckle once he sees who you’re looking at, “him? That’s just Leon. He’s the right hand of our Lord Saddler. He’s probably here to check on things, don’t worry about him. Come inside.”

Vince practically pulls you, shutting and barring the door shut once you’re inside.

“Why are you blocking the door?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as your brother turns to face you.

“We tend to have an open door policy in the village. Where you and I haven’t seen each other for awhile, I figured it’d be best to have some privacy, wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod as you take in your surroundings. There’s a staircase leading upstairs and around the corner, a dining table and a kitchen area. Several candles are burning; they definitely don’t have electricity and running water in this village. Behind your brother is a worn couch.

“Is that where I’m sleeping?” you ask, pointing at the couch.

“Nope, you get the bed upstairs. I can live with the couch for a while. Nothing but the best for my little sis.”

“Thanks Vince,” you reply, grabbing your luggage, “I’ll bring this upstairs, then maybe we can talk. You know… catch up.”

You grab your luggage, dragging it up the stairs. You spot the bed at the end of the bannister next to a window overlooking the village center. As you’re staring out the window, you spot the cloaked man, Leon, again. He’s standing in the center of town, looking right at you. It sends a chill down your spine. You turn around and scream a little when your brother taps you on the shoulder.

“You ok? You weren’t answering me,” Vince says, his face full of concern.

“Sorry… it’s that guy. He’s right down there staring at the window,” you reply, turning to point out the window, however, Leon is gone, “oh, nevermind. It must have been my imagination.”

“He’s like… a guard dog of sorts. He’s probably just making sure you’re chill,” Vince explains, gently grabbing you by your upper arm and leading you back downstairs, “he’s like that with anyone he doesn’t know.”

“Right, of course…” you’re still uneasy, but decide to trust your brother.

“I’ll get started on dinner, have a seat at the table,” says Vince before walking over to the large wood stove, which is already aflame.

“Can I help with anything?” you ask, still standing by the table.

“No, I got it. Been doing this for two years. I can handle it. You’re the guest of honor, you just sit back, relax and let your brother take care of you.”

While your brother prepares dinner for the two of you, you make small talk, getting him caught up on the two years worth of stuff he missed. You told him about Mark and André, told him that your horrendous grandfather finally passed away a year ago; you had caught a smirk on Vince’s face before he turned his attention back to making dinner. Once dinner is finished, he sets both plates down at the table and the two of you dig in.

“Earlier you had said Lord Saddler,” you begin, taking a bite of food before continuing, “Vince… are you sure this isn’t a cult?”

Your brother bursts out laughing, reaching over to put his hand on yours to comfort you, “Lord Osmund Saddler is the patriarch of Los Iluminados and the speaker for the Holy Body. I’m not held here against my will. I promise you with every fiber of my being, this isn’t a cult, Sis.”

“I’m sorry I just… I may have watched a bunch of documentaries before coming here on cults and I just want what’s best for you, that’s all.”

Vince smiles, “Don’t worry, no one is going to drink any Kool Aid here.”

“Vince, that’s terrible!” you playfully smack him, “also it wasn’t even Kool Aid!”

You can’t help but laugh, slowly letting your mind be at ease. It’s clear your brother is happy and healthy here in this village. Before you can continue your conversation with Vince, you hear the chime of a church bell in the distance and you watch as your brother immediately stands up.

“What’s that all about?” you ask, slowly standing up. 

“That is the sound of evening service. Come! I’d love for you to see one of Father Méndez’s services.”

Taking your hand, Vince unblocks the door and takes you outside. You see all the villages are filling into the large brick building you had seen Leon standing in front of earlier.

“That’s the meeting house, we have to pass through it to get to the church,” he explains to you as he leads you to follow the other villagers inside the building. 

Upon walking in there is a large room, shelves of food and supplies lining the walls. In the back of the room was a large painting of a robed man; not Leon, but someone else, Vince notices you staring at the painting.

“That is our Lord Saddler. Hopefully you’ll get to meet him during your visit; he’s a wonderful patriarch, I think you’ll like him.”

There is something about the painting that unsettles you, but you can’t put your finger on it; nor do you have time to because before you know it, Vince is leading you into the adjacent room. This room has a large table lined with chairs on both sides. You both proceed around the table exiting out of the door on the other side with the other villagers. The door takes you out to a winding path which opens up to a cemetery with the church sitting just at the top of the hill.

You and your brother make your way up the hill, following the rest of the villagers into the church where you and your brother sit in one of the pews in the middle. There is an extremely tall man standing at the altar, wearing a black leather trench coat and a large brim hat. His dark beard has subtle white hairs, indicating to you that he’s much older than you and your brother. In fact, now that you think about it, you realize you and your brother are probably the youngest ones in the church.

Behind the imposing man is a large stained glass window decorated with red, blue, green and white. The white glass makes a pattern. You’re not sure what to make of it; it’s almost like a crude insect-like cross with four appendage-like parts extended out with a tail pointing downwards. Once everyone is seated in the pews, the man at the altar addresses the villagers.

“My brothers and sisters,” the man begins, his Hispanic accent thick, “before we begin tonight’s sermon, I wanted to welcome the visitor that Vincent has brought to visit our village.” The man gestures one of his hands towards us, “if you would do the honors, Vincent.”

Your brother stands up, “Gracias, Father Méndez. This is my younger sister,” he says before telling everyone your name, “she’ll be staying with me for a while, we haven’t seen each other since I first came here. I hope you all can join me in showing her what makes Los Iluminados a special community.”

The other villagers clap softly as Vince sits back down. After that, Father Méndez begins the service, which is in Spanish, so you strained your brain to try to pick up bits and pieces of what he’s saying. This doesn’t last long, however as your eye catches movement in the darkness in the back of the church. You feel your heart skip; it’s Leon again, his azure gaze once again locked on you. His expression is cold and emotionless, but there is no doubt in your mind that he is staring at you. 

As if sensing your unease, your brother nudges you with his elbow and whispers, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s Leon again…” you reply, nodding your head in Leon’s direction.

Vince’s gaze follows yours, spotting Leon staring at you from the back of the church. Vince lets out a soft sigh.

“I’ll talk to Father Méndez after the service.”

For the rest of the service, you steal glances towards the back of the church, where Leon remains, still staring at you. At the end of the service, however, when you look back, Leon is finally gone, much to your relief. 

Father Méndez’s booming voice draws your attention back to him, “¡Gloria a Las Plagas!”

“¡Gloria a Las Plagas!” the villagers, including Vince, repeat back.

Gloria a Las… Plagas? you think to yourself, glory to the… plague? Plagues? Pests? What? That makes no sense…

Before you can think it over further, your brother stands up abruptly, pulling you up with him.

“Pablo,” Vince says as he approaches another villager, “¿Puedes llevar a mi hermana de regreso a mi casa? Tengo que hablar con el padre Méndez.”

The man nods, “sí, claro.”

Vince turns his attention back to you, “Pablo here is going to take you back to my house while I talk to Father Méndez about Leon, ok? I won’t be long.”

“Alright, thanks Vince,” you reply as Pablo gently takes you by your upper arm, leading you out of the church.

You turn back, watching your brother approach Father Méndez before the church doors close behind you.

“Vincent,” Méndez begins as Vince approaches him, “what can I do for you, my brother?”

“It’s about Leon,” Vince says, crossing his arms, “I want him to leave my sister alone.”

“What do you mean? You do remember what you agreed to, no?” Méndez presses straightening his posture.

“I do remember, but he is scaring her. All he’s done since she got here is stare at her.”

“And? Are you saying you’re defying the will of Lord Saddler?”

“No, of course not!” Vince exclaims before lowering his voice, “but if we want any chance of her staying in Los Iluminados, he needs to chill out with the staring, ok? Is that too much to ask, Father?”

Méndez brings a hand to his beard, stroking it as he contemplates Vince’s request. After a few moments, he gently nods, “fine. I will speak with Lord Saddler on this.”

“Thank you, Father.”

She is perfect.

Leon stands at the end of the bed that you’re sleeping in, completely oblivious to his presence. Bringing his hands up, he lowers the hood of his cloak. The exposed skin on his neck and face are completely covered in inky black veins and seem to pulse under his skin. He gently crawls onto the bed, being careful not to wake you as he cages you with his body.

Leaning down so that his nose is nearly pressed against the side of your neck, he breathes in your scent deeply, opening his mouth slightly to lick his sharpened incisors with his tongue. He moves away from your neck, staring down at you as he watches your chest rise and fall gently as you slumber. Unable to help himself, he leans back down, his lips hovering above yours when he hears the unmistakable sound of the front door opening downstairs.

His head snaps towards the stairs, crawling off your bed with the grace and stealth of a panther. He brings his hood back up over his head, walking silently over to the open window at the head of the stairs where he had let himself in, climbing out and shutting the window carefully behind him, not leaving a single trace that he was even there.

Part 2

[savnofilter]

Bakugo w/ Quiet!S/O HCs

          Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x [GN]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sfw, fluff, reader has no specified profession, bumped into each other and person B picks up papers for Y person trope, strangers -> friends -> lovers (established relationship).

COUNT: 600 words.

I/B: i wanna show you my challenge LMAOO

READ MORE: masterlist + [students | bakugo masterlist]

A/N: ahhh i loved doing this rec lol. i couldnt come up with a specific job for reader sjejeje IM SORRY. i keep doing the same ones over and over too. 😭🙏🏽 so it's left undecided. it's not that serious but im mentioning it anyways lol. AND I KID YALL NOT, THINKING ABOUT THAT TIKTOK IS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO WRITE THIS LMAOSNSNMESK. anyways thank you, anon! ☠️

most people would think that you two wouldn't go or be together… but y'all together real bad. like real mf bad.

the one thing about you two is that he can understand you without you having to say anything.

this inclination to understand what you're thinking is what helped you bond.

it started off with him literally being like,

"Watch where you're going, what's wrong with you???"

You gave an apologetic look, one close to tears as his outburst startled you greatly. You were already late for a meeting and now you were being yelled at. On top of that, this awful interaction had just caused you to drop all your papers that were needed for your job.

You mutter an apology and kneel down to pick up the scattered papers. Bakugo lifts his brow as he watches you scramble and sighs a cuss under his breath at how passive you are. He begrudgingly bends down to start helping you pick up your stuff, feeling bad for his upfront behavior. He's much quicker than you probably because he mixed up the papers around, but he stands back and fixes them into a pile, looking down at your gaping expression at his aggressive niceness.

"Get your shit, c'mon."

You nod and frantically collect your stuff as you stand, pointing in the direction you need to go whilst he holds your stuff for you.

you're the type of person who has to get close to talk to people, (cough) ex; weather report (cough).

after Bakugo being intrigued about your—let's be real—odd way of communicating, you two became friends and it was inevitable that you two would start dating.

Bakugo would never admit it but he liked the fact that you so close to him to talk wksksksks like it's such a weak spot for him.

+ prefers to keep you close anyways.

he knows that you're pretty freaking smart since he did some snooping around when you first became friends to know more 'bout you.

+ because y'know…. you're that much of a talker lol. 😭

your answers were usually short and sweet and there were rarely times where your voice would inflict and you could ramble about something you were passionate about.

since you two weren't in the same careers although the same field, you had a lot of well rounded-ness about you.

one of the days when you accompanied him to the gym, he jokingly challenged you to spar with him, even going as far to pick you up and bring you to the mat.

he had given you an onslaught of tickles, one that had you giggling and playfully pushing him away until it was tew much and you shoved him a little tew hard.

Bakugo was so stunned at how hard he had fell back on his own butt. that doesn't normally happen when he's not sparring with a fellow hero.

that day he left you be, but later on he'd tease and test you to see how much you were truly hiding.

of course he wasn't forcing you into situations you didn't want to be in, but he finds it so amusing of how much you can truly exert in strength being the twerp you are.

there's even a few times where he bribes you to lift heavy ass weights just to admire how strong you are lmaoo.

he's genuinely so into you that everything you do keeps him entertained.

never would he have guessed the quiet person he had never glanced at before could be so…. unique.

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[nipuni]

Time for an old school blog post, Hello!

Just various updates about life and shows and clothes and some photos! Adding a read more cut because I talk too much 😊

Happy equinox everyone!! The mild weather has been wonderful for daily park walks. We have been taking our meals outside as often as we can to make the most of it before summer scorches the land and all life. The longer days allow for a lot more wandering too but the imminent return of the heat is also making the longing to move up north worse by the day. We miss the choppy ocean and seaside cliffs 😭 We love the silence and the rain and the nippy sea breeze!! it's like being suspended in early spring for half the year and a rainy autumn the other half, Ideal if you don't mind humidity, but that's what wellies and flat caps are for. We have been looking for properties to rent to show up everyday so for now we lie in wait.

Speaking of nature, a few months ago we discovered a free app called Plantnet that you use to take and upload photos of plants, trees, flowers and it will identify them for you. You keep a log with their locations and can share them too to help contribute to each local biodiversity database. It feels like a pokedex for plants. There are many apps like this one to choose from too. It's been so fun learning what all these plants are called and memorizing them! I recommend it, is like a little educational side quest to take on while stretching your legs and getting some fresh air. This is not an ad I promise lmao I just think it's neat! kind of sad feeling the need to clarify that.

This weather is also making me want to start making outfit posts again! It's been so long since I made any!! my winter wardrobe is mostly long wool coats or capes and boots so the inspiration wasn't there but now I'm ready to pull out all my stuff back from under my bed storage and experiment again 👏 I've also been meaning to share some of Nicolas outfits for ages too so there is more variety, could be fun!

Speaking of clothes, lately I've grown more and more frustrated with how poorly most clothes fit me to the point where I'm considering learning how to make them from scratch. I usually have to take in the tops and hem the bottoms but most things I try on are just built weird even if I fix the size, or maybe I'm built weird! I think it may be both. Nicolas also said he would love to learn along with me so we will probably embark on that adventure soon. OH and on a short tangent, I got myself a sort of binder-like top that flattens the chest a bit and I'm loving it! I'm very flat already but what little bust I do have has always bothered me when I dress and I've found I feel a lot more comfortable in this type of top. I'm glad I tried it out so if you feel similarly you may want to give it a go too, see how it feels!

On the media side of things we have also been watching more of David Tennant's work. We are still very much in love with him to an embarrassing degree, you can probably tell if you follow me anywhere, my likes on twitter alone give me away alksjdf and Nicolas isn't any better! if he used social media his would look the same lmao.

Since my last report we have watched and absolutely LOVED "There She Goes" we already want to watch it again honestly. The family dynamics for all his characters are always so real and refreshing!! Their relationship with their wives especially are always so believable in every series we've seen, the comfort and camaraderie, the banter and just friendship! You can tell they enjoy each other's company, it feels true. I love it so much!!

We also watched "Inside man" which was..a very stressful mess but David was incredible as always, also very hot and very pitiful which is always great, and Stanley Tucci was on it! so that's also fun.

Then we rewatched season one of Good Omens and the first 4 seasons of Doctor Who, with all the extra content like the Confidentials, deleted scenes, video diaries and more, they are just so good!! our list of favourite episodes keeps growing, season four is incredible, we are loving all these seasons even more the second time around!! Now we are probably going to start watching either Classic Who or Torchwood, along with more of David's work. We were trying to pick what to watch during dinner the other day and Nicolas was like 'damn, David is not in this though, I miss him' and lmao same so now we just watch one show without him and one with him right after to cope 😂

OH we have also been doing more historical reenactment! Since the last one in the 20's we jumped back to Regency times. We have been putting our outfits together for a ball soon and hopefully another one in autumn in the UK 😊 1800 is the farthest back in time we've been yet so it's been fun doing research, finding pieces and learning the dances in class but also very hectic. I'll share more about this soon!

Then we also have a couple of 1900 events coming soon, so I'll be sharing more Edwardian looks as well, our favourite era!!

Anyway I think that's all for now, thanks for reading to whoever is doing so!! I know this is long and not a popular blogging format anymore but I enjoy it a lot, maybe some of you do too 🥰 I will reply to some messages soon, I'm so sorry I'm so bad at keeping up with those!! I've read them all and cherish every word 🥺 Thank you for supporting my art and shenanigans as always!! I hope you have a great week!!

[hwaightme]

In the rain

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🌧️ pairing: bf!hongjoong x gn!reader 🌧️ genre: fluff, established long-term relationship, mentions of idol life 🌧️ summary: while on a drive with hongjoong, you reminisce the many moments that form the priceless love you share, and think of the future that lays ahead. 🌧️ wordcount: 3.4k 🌧️ warnings/tags: quick edit, love is real, pining over hj/ateez achievements, did i say pining? amplify that, two people deeply in love and committed, congrats on the licence hj~, abstract location descriptions, safe driving everyone! 🌧️ perma-taglist: moved to the end~ 🌧️ a/n: this was prompted by discussion of all things hongjoong - thank you hongsamis~ @yunbug @nebulousbrainsoup @starrysvn; thank you so much, love you and any reblogs, comments and notes appreciated!

🌧️ playlist: she's in the rain - the rose, dancing in the rain - rad museum, good days - sza, with u - ateez, be with you - ateez, mist - ateez

Now for the weather, starting with Seoul. The rainy season is in full swing, with the rain unlikely to let up for the rest of the day, or for the coming week, with only the occasional bursts of heavy cloud as opposed to high precipitation. There may be a thunderstorm in the late evening tonight, so while the air pollution may be low, we do suggest to keep your windows closed-

With the click of a button, the reporter’s shrill tone faded into the pitter-patter of the rain as it relentlessly hit the roof of the car. Your eyes were fixated on the windshield, observing the endless race of droplets, gliding down faster, slower, merging and dotting the glass, only to be washed away again. You barely registered the auditory change, your thoughts and heart racing as you caught the reflection of the beautiful man beside you, his hand pulling away from the radio. It was not necessary for you to turn to face him to know that you were being studied, your motionlessness transforming into a myriad of meanings in your favourite mind. 

Fingers flittering over your jeans, you attempted to curb your wave of nervousness while you hoped for your boyfriend to speak first. It was not that you were afraid of something going wrong, nor were you worried about any unwelcome surprises - you trusted Hongjoong with your life, but that tiny voice, reminding you of just how much has changed for the both of you was growing louder and louder, until the rain was no longer the predominant drumming in your ears. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hongjoong’s right hand resting on the steering wheel, silver rings glimmering in the grey light. You had joked a number of times about how your boyfriend would be as a driver, with you painting a comedy during late night conversations in his studio. You still remembered just how widely he had smiled, his eyes squinting ever so slightly as he took your hands in his and told you he started taking lessons. But even when his bashful laugh filled your heart whole and you were congratulating him for getting his licence, a part of you was in denial. The part that was afraid of things ever changing.

Had it really been that long? You swore just yesterday you were sitting across from a Hongjoong who was barely an adult, only recently returned from training in the United States, making the first thing he did in Seoul to be seeing you. Iced americanos and ice cream. At least that much stayed the same. How many hair styles and colours had you complimented him on, every transformation equally as stunning as another? How did the boy who modified his own clothes, spray painting shoes and drawing on his denim jacket, metamorphose into the man who was personally invited to the private showcase of his favourite brand, by the designer whom he looked up to for so long? And now for him to be attending high fashion pop-ups and being called a legacy and inspiration? From the smallest details to the bigger picture, you had the pleasure of seeing Hongjoong become more than who he could ever hope to be, cheering him on every step of the way. Now, he was the one behind the wheel, your precious, genius, loving captain. You knew his life, his timeline off by heart better than you knew the weather, and yet, you still could not believe that there he was. This wonderful man with a heart of gold, sat beside you, the constant amidst the changes.

Noticing your darting eyes, Hongjoong let go of the wheel, instead stretching his arm, the action promptly followed by the pleasant crinkling of the suit jacket he was wearing - the same one you had messaged back and forth with his stylist about, and pressing the palm of his hand against your thigh, forcing you to look up and at him. Breath hitched in your throat as you sank into the warmth within his deep brown eyes, impeccably framed by a new pair of glasses - a gift from you for your anniversary. Without a single word uttered, you heard him. Placing your hand over his, you gave it a quick squeeze, earning a grin. A conversation through the rain, sentences crafted out of the staccato played by the downpour, gestures into monologues, a language of two souls intertwined by time, writing and rewriting memories. Hongjoong’s smile faltered as he noticed flickers of concern running over your features, and a whisper permeated the car’s salon, caressing and reciprocating your tender feelings towards him.

“What’s got you pensive, love?”

“Mm, nothing.” you mumbled, letting go of Hongjoong and turning back to stare at the street that stretched out in front of you.

“If it’s about me driving then I-” he began, but you would not dare give him a single chance to doubt himself.

“No, no! Please, I am so happy about this, Joong.”

“There is a ‘but’ in there somewhere, isn’t there?” he tried once more, giving you a sidelong glance before settling back into his seat. You tilted your head a little to observe how Hongjoong diligently checked his surroundings, one mirror after another, moving to softly press on the brake and crank the hand brake. As he switched gears and smoothly began the journey by rolling into his lane, you sighed.

“It’s just… you finally got your licence, huh?”

“Yep. And now I don’t need to nag anyone to see you. Expect your doorbell to ring at interesting hours of the night now.” he elaborated, tone playful, boyish. 

“As if it doesn’t already,” with a quick raise of an eyebrow, you pointed out the established reality.

 It had become something of a routine for the two of you when he was not touring. Be it after dance practice, or in the middle of a vigorous production and song-writing session, Hongjoong would find a way back to you, to your apartment. In the early days of your relationship he had been too afraid to ever ask, and besides, you had housemates from university to try and not disturb - though your sleep schedule was at times even more chaotic than Hongjoong’s you still thought it was only reasonable to be respectful. But as time went on and you found an apartment to call your own for as long as the landlord would allow, he cautiously began to make his appearances more and more frequent, until everything you owned or he brought became sets for two. With time, he had even forgotten to make up excuses to see you, every move made now feeling more than natural. Meant to be.

“But now I am limitless!” making another turn and driving out onto a larger road, Hongjoong quietly sang a line from the song of the same name, making you chuckle. “Now we can go on driving dates, how cool is that?”

“Patrolling the streets as outlaws should.”

“Shame this isn’t a van. I need to tell Woo to get one for himself to complete his look.” your boyfriend picked up on your comment, subtly linked to the recent comeback, choosing to play along.

While you were glad that you did not have to explain the sentimental mood in which you had found yourself, the topic of the new mini album only amplified what you had tried to suppress. Was it really the ninth? Had it really been that long since the debut? Had the four year anniversary of ATEEZ’s first win really passed a mere few days ago? You blinked once, twice, fluttered your eyelashes in an attempt to clear your head, to no avail. From sales in the hundreds to being measured in the millions, from dream to delivery, the name, the story, the music flying around the globe to be loved and listened to by more and more people with each passing day. Driving across the city to congratulate Hongjoong and his fellow members at the first opportunity with every win and milestone, watching ATEEZ climb the charts in countries your boyfriend had revealed to you had been an eternal dream - you often found yourself tearing up during your spontaneous trips to stores for gifts and most definitely left Hongjoong’s shoulders soaked a few too many times for it to not be an inside joke. You had to constantly tell yourself that this was real, this was well and truly happening, and you could be there to witness history in the making. 

Hongjoong navigated the streets, ambitious to reach the place which he had hinted you would like in record time. No matter how many times you had asked him before your date exactly where it was that you were going, he would not crack, far too well-practised in keeping his group’s lore a secret to spoil a little surprise. Passing by one of the central neighbourhoods, you recalled the pride with which you walked past the advertising campaigns, the unique truck promotions for the comeback, now dashing past the locations with the leader himself accelerating the ship on wheels through the metropolitan oceans. It was surreal. Heartwarming. Better than anything you could have ever imagined for the boy with a big dream and a CD in his hands. You leaned back against your seat and closed your eyes, listening to the rain that kept on pelting against the exterior of the car, muted by the hum of the engine. 

Seeing darkness, you let your thoughts wander, for them to simply travel right back to Hongjoong. You were not sure what exactly was so special about the driver’s licence. After all, he was not the only member with one; on top of that he was not the only one out of the group to attain this achievement recently. And yet, despite it being common, despite you yourself having been driving everywhere you could for long enough to have the skills turn into instinct, it was the fact that now, in this specific time and space, specifically Hongjoong was the one with his hand on the steering wheel. Maybe you were an overthinker, trained by reading a few too many lore discussions on social media, or maybe, and most likely, you were too in love with the man by your side.

When he had told you that he loved you for the first time, the priceless phrase was promptly followed by the confession that he could not imagine a life in which you were not together, and you could not agree more. While you were both independent individuals, with your own passions, goals and careers, understanding one another was always the easiest thing. He was your number one supporter, while you were his. Come rain or shine. You had been there for each other’s rises and falls, continued to fight even when the path got blurry, and now, in the magical shared solitude you were accelerating into a brighter and brighter future, even though there were thunderous clouds looming above you - not in spirit, however, not in your goals nor your aims. Hearing Hongjoong clear his throat gently so as to not disturb you, nonetheless made you open your eyes and exchange a glance with him. A soft smile melted over your lips as your boyfriend adjusted his glasses and scrunched his face, reminding you of a certain adorable rodent. Focus turned back onto the road, your boyfriend dived into a one way street, inching forwards between the brick walls to let the car be spat out into another display of commercial success.

The rain seemed to only get stronger as you zoomed past the steely, uniform skyscrapers decorated with billboards, numbers and businesses ranging from karaoke to restaurants to studios to anything else under the weeping sky. You checked the clock on the top right of the central monitor where not too long ago you could see the fluctuating waves of the radio as the weather forecast was presented. This was a rare day in the middle of promotions where Hongjoong did not have an evening nor a late night schedule, and so, in the blink of an eye your spontaneous meeting had been organised, and as soon as you could log off work you were already one foot out of the door. Surreal - you kept on repeating the word to yourself as the droplets kept on hitting the windshield, so surreal. The aqueous cacophony left little room for conversation, not that you needed it to fill the space. Over the years you had gotten so comfortable with one another’s presence that sometimes, it was silence that held the most warmth, adoration and meaning.

As the colossal buildings gave way to quaint residential units and lines of serene cafes and shops, an eerie familiarity settled into your heart as you began to look around, head turning back and forth and body moving forward until the seatbelt began to dig into the side of your neck. Counting under your breath, you gasped as your assumption was correct, and the street gave way to another intersection, leading towards one of the many bridges that crossed the Han River, now a rippling stroke of grey ink cutting across the city. Fingers gliding over the bottom of the window to your right, you peered out at the scenery that flew past you - fortunately, Hongjoong had checked the traffic and was skillfully meandering along the concrete canals to the final destination. 

“Are we going where I think we are going?”

“Mm… perhaps.” as cryptic as ever, Hongjoong responded, merging into the lane that would take him across the waters.

Now, you had the directions mapped out in your mind, and even when you let your eyelids fall shut, the calm from being together with Hongjoong after so many phone and video calls having taken over you, with each peek you knew exactly where you were, and where you were going to be next. The next turn was to be right by a PC-bang where you and your boyfriend had hidden away a few years ago after rain, much like this one, had taken you by surprise. Further down the road would be an ice cream shop where you had discovered your boyfriend’s distaste for the mint chocolate flavour. You were so immersed in your accurate guesswork that you had initially not noticed that the rain now had an accompaniment, quiet, barely there, but still sweeter than any other sound you had ever known or heard.

As the car joined the bustling procession across the bridge, slowing down to meet the speed limit until the engine was a timid rumble, Hongjoong’s melodic humming gained control of your every sense. Even though you attempted to gain his attention by giving him a couple of darting glances, he did not spare a single one back, aware of what such an interaction would do while he was singing a song that held so much weight for you both. Released just a couple weeks prior to ATEEZ’s debut, She’s In The Rain by The Rose had become something of an anchor and promise between you. You had been young, you still were, and yet both of you could feel that every step you took together  was one for the long run. As such, you wanted to reassure one another that no matter what, you would stay, to hold one another instead of leaving the other holding on. While the artist had imbued the song with an original meaning, to you and Hongjoong it had transcended literal and traditional symbolic interpretation, becoming an indescribable sensation. Just like an umbrella protecting from the rain, a warm woollen blanket when the nights got cold, a love to hold you up and an embrace when work seemed unmanageable and goals unreachable. 

Now that you were drifting in the notes, humming some of the lines along with your personal lead singer while he progressed into quiet song, enunciating the lyrics with as much affection as his driving-focused mind could muster, you realised that perhaps this was exactly why the licence meant so much to you. You were there along the way, for this ride, you cheered him on, you were the first one he saw and proudly showed off the certification to. You were the one he drove around after he had gained some confidence (though he tended to be overly careful the first dozen times). In this major change, he stayed with you, and was openly hopeful in every gesture and act that you would stay with him, and drive where the two of you would decide to go. Two paths intertwined.

Even when the performance turned into an echo, joining the forecast as another memory, it kept on repeating in the pitter-patter of the droplets, the rain drumming out the song with the diligence and fire of an up and coming star. It took every ounce of strength for you to not lower the window, let the cherished melody wash over you and push you into an all-encompassing reminiscence. The car obediently froze in time, Hongjoong finally satisfied with the parking - a deserted lot, secluded from the majority of sought after destinations on this side of the river, an inconspicuous paradise where, illuminated by the first rays of a bleary sun, your story as two began all those years ago. A click, another, and the seatbelts glided back in wait for the next journey. Words blended with overwhelming emotion were stuck in your throat, and Hongjoong's tender touch on the back of your hand was enough to bring you back to every one of the moments you enjoyed rewatching as you fell into a deep slumber, excited for the stories the next day would undoubtedly bring. Cautiously, your boyfriend turned your hand; palm to palm, fingers intertwined, you were the ripples on the silver waters, blessed with a fluid impermanence, etching eternity in the temporary. 

The other bank, obscured by merciless rain was little more than a mirage, leading you to wonder if you were dreaming. Hongjoong raised your hand, pulling it towards him to plant a kiss on your knuckles, cheeks flushing pink when you chuckled, but refusing to let go. He had decided for himself if this was all a dream, then he never wanted to wake up, deepest slumber now a welcome ally. In this dream, he could create, he could celebrate, he could breathe and share the beauty of intricacies that the simplest joys possessed with you. The corners of his lips twitched as he fought back the tears he promised you he would not spill when waves of love struck him, and yet, it seemed to be the only promise he could not keep. Taking off his favourite glasses he looked over at you, noticing a reflection of his sentiments across every feature, and ignoring the gear shift and hand brake leaned over to drown in your arms, grounding himself in the reality that was you and him. In minor or in major chords, every tune was a masterpiece to him. When he felt the most insignificant, you were there assuring him of his achievements, telling him time and time again that he deserved the world and more. When he was on top of this world, you were there to elevate him to new heights and mark with him every one of his successes.

As he felt your body mould into one with his, and his heart matched the beating of yours, he could only conjure words of gratitude; for the wheel of fortune, the maze that destiny had given him that led to how he was leading his life, for how and when you had found him, and what became of the continuation. Shutting his eyes to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, Hongjoong whispered his thoughts out loud, thanking you for every night and day, the pain and relief, the downs and ups, plans and achievements, his voice falling like the rain drops, eventually letting their monologue prevail. There, in the rain's symphony, bound to metamorphose again and again as the two of you were to grow older, take on new responsibilities, travel in new directions, you found permanence. Tomorrow never looked more marvellous.

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[underrrated1]

Beautiful Stranger

Absolutely inspired by Laufey, this is his song.

Photographer series

Honestly, Morgan had everyone working double time this month. So many things had been happening around the world and he was going crazy over all of it, sending everyone back to back for pictures and inside information. It was tiring, but it had to be done if they wanted to get that sweet, sweet paycheck.

Letting out a sigh, Y/N leaned their head slightly to the side and relished in the sound of their neck popping, rubbing a hand on their neck to lighten the slight discomfort. Another job done, another job ready to go at the click of a call.

The Transporter Snail in their bag rang as they sat down on a bench. It was a mostly secluded area with a couple benches around, surrounded by trees and pretty flowers. They pulled a cigarette out of a small box and lit it before picking up the receiver.

"YOU!!!" The Transporter Snail yelled, face morphing into an aggressive one in contrast to its normal neutral one. Quickly the face changed into a kinder looking one.

"Sorry, uh, more stuff has happened." The person on the other line apologizes.

"Yeah, I figured. It's never ending," Y/N answered, leaning their head back to look up at the sky while holding the receiver up, "I finished the news anchor on my current assignment."

The Transporter Snail hummed, in the background yelling was heard and papers moving at quick speed.

"Let's see, there's an open assignment on a nearby island, reports of some Pirates without posters hanging around." The person on the other side said, flipping through papers, "If you could get at least one picture of the Captain, that'd be good."

This time it was Y/N to hum, watching a bird go by across the sky. They took a drag from their cigarette and let out a heavy breath.

"Yeah, I can do that. No problem." They answered, pushing themselves up hunch over instead of leaning back, admiring the flowers.

"Great, you're the man." The coworker said before hanging up. Even after they hung up Y/N could hear the sound of their boss, Morgan, yelling at people, happily looking over his board full of notes and the latest.

They put the Transporter Snail back into their bag and grabbed their camera that sat off to their side. It would be nice to make sure all the pictures were good first, Morgan would kill them if even one thing was wrong with any picture.

While scrolling through, they failed to notice someone sitting on a different bench, the bench next to the bench they were sitting on. Why were there so many benches in this little area? With one last drag, they dropped their cigarette and stomped on it. It was bad to start forest fires.

They stood up and stretched, arms raised to the sky. 'Today is a good day', they thought, 'good weather'.

After they were done stretching they leaned down and grabbed their bag, letting out a small huff at the weight of everything.

They turned and leaned down to grab their camera, pausing as something caught their attention. The person on the other bench, something about him was so familiar. They totally knew him, but from where?

They stared at him for a couple seconds, he was beautiful. His eyes, while they could only see one, were beautiful. Slowly, they brought their camera up to their eyes and snapped a picture. It was quick, and they hoped he hadn't noticed, but lets be real the clicking sound was loud enough for a blind man to hear.

Slowly, they lowered their camera and stared at the man again. He was looking at them now, and they looked like a deer getting caught. Slowly, they took a step back, then another, and started walking backwards. They slowly walked backwards, hoping the man would leave them alone, and he did. The man simply turned back to face his book. Taking this opportunity, Y/N turned around and ran.

When Y/N had finished the task given to them, they went to the rendezvous point. It was the pickup for all people out for Morgan, so it wasn't just them. Everyone knew everyone when working under Morgan, it's just how it is, so it wasn't unnatural for someone to come up to them and start talking.

The discussion easily led to their assignments, notes they took, gossip, photos taken, the likes.

"I took this picture of a random guy. I feel like I've seen him before," Y/N said while showing their camera to the other guy "I just can't remember..."

The person leaned over their shoulder and took a good look at the photo.

"That's!" He froze, taking a step back. "That's Dracule Mihawk!" He shouted, showing a face of fear at the thought, no one would ever imagine getting such a close picture of the greatest swordsman.

A large figure loomed over the two, the coworker turning around and running to hide behind someone. Y/N pondered at the photo, how had they not recognized him?

"Dracule Mihawk huh?" The large figure said, raising his hand.

Y/N turned their head, but before they could see who it was a soft hand of feathers fell onto their head.

"Good job kid" Morgan said, ruffling their hair while taking the camera from their hands, "you've got a talent with photography."

[accio-victuuri]

AIRPORT CLUES. 🕵️‍♀️ ( i’m labeling it as this instead of actual cpn cause most of these are speculation & imagination. lol. but some of these may be relevant at some point. who knows. )

I personally think these bits don’t hold that much weight, but who am I to judge? I’ve been here for years and there are things that I ignored but turned into big cpns— days, months or years later. so i will just archive it here for safe keeping. lol.

What XZ is doing in Shanghai is still not known. It’s still melons that he will go to film overseas or will he stay in SH to do work cause most of his days are him shooting LOCH. Whatever it is, XZ and his team wants people to know that he is in Shanghai. We know that XZ can go incognito if he wants too, so the fact that he goes out dressed in Tod’s ( coat, shows and bag ) says something. He wants to be seen. He even shared a selfie.

So anyway… let’s start with his jeans…

The way he is wearing wide legged pants, similar to what WYB did during IQIYI scream night. That’s actually the first thing I noticed. 👀👀👀

( a compilation of some of their matching clothes // source )

I read somewhere that this is apparently something trendy nowadays so maybe it’s not just them. But it is nice seeing them wearing something of the same style days from each other. Tho XZ also wore something kinda similar in his GUCCI horseshoe campaign ; maybe it could be inspired from that too?

I see some folks says that some 🍤🍤🍤 were apparently bashing WYB for wearing that kind of jeans @ IQIYI but then XZ shows up in public with the same style. I also don’t see any wardrobe account tagging the jeans. why tho. does no one really know? What if it’s Chanel? LOL! I doubt it.

There is conversation about the difference between their clothes going to the airport. WYB was wearing very light clothing and XZ was bundled up. It’s like him following WYB’s reminder that the weather is cooling down and YBo saying to wear more clothes.

He was also holding a new phone, iphone 15 pro but he is still using a phone case with a card pocket ( this is a very famous cpn. I feel like at this point, most bxgs should know what the cpn is around this phone case ). And this too, idk what is the significance but in case. He’s such an apple fanboy 😂😂😂

Now let’s talk about the selfie.

I didn’t expect him to share it lol. You can say that maybe—

1. He wants to share a selfie to fans cause his airport video and him going to SH went on weibo hot search.

2. Some sort of celebration that he is off filming LOCH for now and he is free ( not really tho cause he still got to work )

A key thing here is it was taken much earlier than it was posted. Which is not really suspicious if you think about it. Not everyone posts selfies in real time. However, it’s a common CPN among turtles that most of the time what we get are leftovers. Meaning they take it for personal use or send it to each other. So this was allegedly taken along with other selfies to report to WYB. This is kinda believable knowing that they were both in BJ together but now XZ has to leave.

My favorite tho is how this selfie kinda echoes WYB’s. You can’t see his face. Thank you for letting us see his eyes tho 🥹🥹🥹

Are you learning from your gremlin boyfriend? 🤣🤣

That��s all for now. I know this post is crossing the line into “making everything into CPN” and I am very aware of that. We will see how relevant these can be in the future. 💛

-END.

[thrawns-babygirl]

I Need Your Love (Crosshair x F!Reader)

I needed to write something really fluffy for Crosshair after the last episode because lets be real our man needs so much loving right now.

This also starts off my collection of fics that are very loosely based on Half Alive songs. This one was inspired by Brighton on the Conditions of a Punk album becuase gdi i love that album so much. and if anyone is a bit of a soft punk it's Crosshair. Pls give feedback

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Emotions Word Count: 1100+

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He enters your quarters, wordlessly, dressed only in his blacks.

You were laying on your bed, already in your sleep clothes flicking through mission reports on your datapad, blankets draped over your form, the Kamino rain pelting against the tiny windows of your room. He doesn’t say anything to you as his long legs bring him over to your bed. He pulls back the covers and slides in next to you, head resting against your shoulder, as he watches you work. Your hand moves to the crown of his head, stroking through the soft strands of his silver hair, still damp from showering and he sighs.

“How were the missions, Cross?” you place your datapad down on the small table next to your bed and turn so that you’re facing him, resting on your elbow as your other hand soothes down his arm, feeling the tense muscles under the course fabric of his blacks.

“Don’t wanna talk about ‘em” his voice is muffled from where he presses his face into your chest, his long arm slung around your waist as he runs his fingers across the skin of your back where your sleep shirt rides up. You just lie together like that, for ages, pressing soothing touches to one another and just being together in the same room again, breathing the same air, after far too many rotations apart.

“That bad huh?” you chuckle, still stroking his hair.

His hand moves down, softly massaging the flesh of your thigh before moving it over his waist. Your hand moves from its place atop his head to rub his back, effectively caging him in your warm embrace. He lets out a sigh that is far too weathered and weary for your taste. This man, your man, deserves more than being sent out on mission after mission, planet after planet, into countless warzones.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Crosshair begins placing gentle kisses on the exposed skin of your stomach, lifting your shirt as he travels upwards, a definite change of pace from the hurried fucking to two of you tend to engage in when he returns to Kamino after being apart for so long. He places his mouth around one of your nipples, running his tongue along the bud, then moving his mouth over to the other one and giving it the same loving treatment.

You sit up so that he can remove your shirt, leaving your chest exposed to him as he continues kissing up your neck before placing a passionate kiss to your lips. He gently guides you to lie back against the pillows, mouth never leaving yours as he holds himself over you. Cycles of emotions and longing seep from him into you as your tongue meets his in a loving embrace. Resting on his elbows, his hands find the thin material of your sleep shorts and you move your hips to help him peel them from your body until you are totally naked before him.

He pulls away, lips slightly swollen, face flushed and eyes wide as his eyes trail down over your nude form before he’s tugging off the top half of his blacks and connecting his mouth with yours again as he works on ridding himself of the bottom half. Your hands find their way to his face, just holding him close to you, reminding you that he is here, he is alive and he is safe. It won’t stay that way forever, but for now your man is here, with you, and that’s all that matters.

You reluctantly break apart for air, just staring into each other’s eyes. He places his forehead on yours as one of his hands makes its way down your body, between your thighs to your clit where he starts rubbing tight circles against your sensitive bud. Your eyes fall shut, head falling back into the pillows lost in the feeling of his talented fingers against you, bringing you towards the edge with a practiced ease. No one else has ever known you like he does, no one else could have your body singing and nerves on fire like he does. Your soft moans and whimpers spur him on as he dips a finger into your entrance, then a second as his thumb continues where they left off, swirling against your clit, your hands tangling in the sheets, looking for anything to keep you in the here and now as your peak approaches.

The friction on your clit and the feeling of his long, deft fingers against your walls has you tumbling over the edge with a long, drawn-out moan of his name. Your chest rising and falling as you pant, you open your eyes to find him staring down at you.

His eyes are full of emotion. You know he’s never been the best at expressing his emotions, but right now he doesn’t need to. Your eyes flutter closed as he pushes his length inside of you, his girth almost feeling like too much after so long apart. He groans, lost in the feeling of your tight walls choking his length, stilling for a moment to let you adjust to his size. Its only after you start squirming that he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, keeping a leisurely pace, lost in the feeling of you.

The arms that are holding him up are trembling as you run your nails down his back, thighs wrapping around his hips to pull him deeper inside you, closer to you. You open your eyes to see him eyes closed,  panting above you, scarred chest heaving in ragged breaths as his pace quickens.

“Been… a while…” he pants out above you, neck muscles tense like he’s already about to tip over the edge and spill inside of you. One of your hands moves down your body, stroking your clit as the intoxicating drag of his cock through your walls drags you closer and closer to the edge of euphoria.

You moan his name as you cum, your cunt spasming and clenching around him as you chant his name like a prayer. His groan rumbles low in his chest before he moans your name and shoots ropes of hot cum inside you, cock throbbing as his release washes over him.

The two of you lay there panting, Crosshair still holding himself above you on tired arms as he pulls out and lies down next to you on the bed, wrapping himself in your blankets that are softer than the standard issue pieces of course fabric the Republic try and pass off as blankets to the clones. He wraps an arm around you and pulls your back to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as his long fingers draw patterns over your stomach.

“I love you so much” you whisper to him, scared to break the comfortable silence you’ve found yourselves in. He pulls you closer.

“Good… I need your love” he whispers back, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

@where-is-my-mind-tho @starborncyare @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot

[randythefuckmaster]

Oh yeah? Name everything that happens in the Stab movie series.

Stab, the horror franchise which started in 1997, the first two movies based off of real life events that was written in two biographies (The Woodsboro Murders and College Terror) by Gale "Sucks Dick" Weather who was a reporter who did a story about Maureen Prescott (circles back to The Woodsboro Murders) from Woodsboro, Cali. History/Summary of story turned to biography(?): Originally, Gale had been there just to finish the story of Maureen Prescott, a story from 1995, because she believed it wasn't Cotton Weary (the accused) but it takes a horrifying and unexpected turn. The story brought up shit that had put a huge speed bump in the life of a girl (Sidney Prescott) of events such as the death of her mother (Maureen Prescott, 1995) and the trial one of the men, Cotton Weary, her mother was sleeping with who was the (wrongly) accused murderer. A year later (1996), when Gale comes back around to watch the trial as well as finish her story, the actually murderer(s/Billy Loomis and Stu macher) try to kill her to only fail but managed to kill three classmates (one of them being her best friend), one principal, and one camera man (Gale's Camera man). Both murderers die in 1996. That's why the story turned into a Biography

The Actually Stabs films:

Stab 1: Poorly Copy and Paste of Gale's Biography "The Woodsboro Murders" Stab 2: Another Poorly Copy and Paste of Gale's second book "The College Terror", which is about one of Sidney's classmates being inspired by the movie Stab (and the idea of fame/the actual motive) and also Billy Loomis's mother coming back to avenge her son's death. Stab 3 (Return to Woodsboro, the og): After the audio movie director murdered half the cast and the producer, it was put on hold for about five years until it came back. Stab 3 (Hollywood Horror): It is another poorly copy and paste of Sidney's life but it'll be the last since Sidney threaten to sue them for using her name as well as her trauma. Stab 4: Completely fictional, somewhat goes along anything the OG Stab movies were about with mentions of Sidney. AND NOW SHE HAS A FUCKING DAUGHTER??? Whats this fucking BS?? Also it has a supernatural element. Stab 5: USES FUCKING TIME TRAVEL? Fucking ghostface goes back in time to make sure aShelY PresSCott doesn't fuck up his plans to only FIGHT THE GREAT GREAT GRAND MOTHER ANNE PRESCOTT??? WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS? ARE THEY FUCKING DUMB?? OH MY FUCKING GOD. Stab 6: Decent start. Fucking internet man, that shit WILL KILL YOUU. Stalker vibes is awesome, no weird ass elements. Stab 7: Kinky. Two friends watching horror movies and one decides to pull a @xb1lly-loom1sx. Okay. Boring plot, its getting old but whatever. Stab 8: Shittiest Scream to ever existed because its a reboot (like the 2019 Chucky) but amazing ass cameo in it (Matthew Lillard and the fucking ghostface flamethrower) anyways EVERYONE hated this movie. Thankfully it ended the fucking "i'M goNNa WriTe a BoOOk abOut This!" trend with gale. Hoped this was enough, fuck you, if it doesnt make sense its because your mind is so small it can't understand my great genius

[justforbooks]

When Carl Weathers auditioned for the role of Apollo Creed, the prizefighter who gives an untried contender a shot at his heavyweight title in Rocky (1976), he was asked to read opposite the film’s writer. “Now – I’m ignorant – and as I finish reading, I say, ‘Well, wait a minute, if you can get me a real actor to read with, I can do this a lot better.’”

Unbeknown to him, his scene partner was the newcomer Sylvester Stallone, who had not only written the script but was playing the title role. “Somehow I got the job,” said Weathers.

A 6ft 2in former NFL linebacker, Weathers, who has died aged 76, brought the full force of his charisma to a role that could in less skilful hands have prompted straightforward hisses and boos. There was a depth and kindness to him that no amount of on-screen braggadocio could conceal. He spoke, said one LA Times reporter, with the “overly concise diction of a TV evangelist”.

To prepare for the role of Apollo, Weathers watched old Muhammad Ali fights for inspiration. Shot for peanuts, the film grossed $225m, won three Oscars, including best picture, and spawned four sequels. A further three films in the spin-off Creed cycle featured Michael B Jordan as Apollo’s son Adonis.

Weathers was taken aback by the instant fame that Rocky brought him. The day after the film opened, he said, “I was out for a walk in Manhattan and street vendors are yelling, ‘Yo, Apollo.’ That is scary. You are not prepared for that.”

He reprised his role in the first three Rocky sequels. Rocky II (1979) begins immediately after the events of the original film, with both fighters in wheelchairs, coming face-to-swollen-face with one another in the hospital.

“Get up out of that chair, chump, and let’s finish this fight right now!” Apollo demands, having won only on a split decision after 15 rounds. Later, there is a moment of tenderness when Rocky, bandaged and slurring, wheels himself to Apollo’s hospital room late at night, nudges open his door, and asks whether Apollo really gave the match his all.

Though they decide initially against a rematch, Apollo becomes incensed by the hate mail he receives branding the fight a fake. Rocky II ends with the opponents bloodied on the canvas. Struggling to his feet, Rocky is declared the winner.

In Rocky III (1982), Apollo trains Rocky against a vicious new opponent, Clubber Lang (Mr T). The old adversaries get back in the ring at the end of that film for a friendly sparring match, the outcome of which remained a secret until Rocky revealed to Adonis in Creed (2015) that Apollo had clinched it. In Rocky IV (1985), Apollo is brutally trounced in a bout with the Russian boxer Ivan Drago (Dolph Lundgren). He dies in Rocky’s arms.

Weathers found many of the subsequent roles he was offered to be “pointless and meaningless”. But he enjoyed squaring off against another of that decade’s action heroes – Arnold Schwarzenegger – in the fantasy thriller Predator (1987).

In their first scene together, the men greet each other with a handshake that develops into an impromptu arm-wrestling contest. It is won by Schwarzenegger, his bicep bulging monstrously in close-up – a clear case of the more famous actor literally flexing his celebrity muscle.

Weathers later meets a sticky end during an encounter in the jungle with a shape-shifting alien. He loses an arm – his finger is still firing the trigger of his automatic weapon even as the limb falls to the ground – before expiring with a blood-curdling scream.

During his down-time on Predator, the actor developed with the film’s producer Joel Silver a lead role for himself as a Detroit detective in his own shoot-’em-up adventure, Action Jackson (1988), though a hoped-for franchise never materialised.

He acquitted himself well in the Adam Sandler golfing comedy Happy Gilmore (1996) as a pro golfer whose hand is bitten off by an alligator; in one scene, he sits at a grand piano on a golf course playing We’ve Only Just Begun. He reprised the role in Sandler’s Little Nicky (2000) but was even funnier as a tight-fisted, cost-cutting version of himself in four episodes of the sitcom Arrested Development between 2004 and 2013.

Weathers was born in New Orleans, the eldest son of a labourer father. He won a sports scholarship to St Augustine high school, then attended Long Beach Poly high school and Long Beach City College. He made it to San Diego State University on a football scholarship and graduated with a degree in theatre.

His professional football career began in 1970 with a single season with the Oakland Raiders. After being dismissed for being “too sensitive”, he played for two years with the British Columbia Lions in the Canadian Football League. “How good was I? I was good enough to make it … But I was never dedicated enough. I was never in love with football.” Acting, he said, was “a lot more fun, and I ache a lot less.”

He retired from football in 1974 and won supporting roles in television series such as The Six Million Dollar Man (1975) and Starsky and Hutch (1976), and with Pam Grier in the blaxploitation thrillers Bucktown and Friday Foster (both 1975).

After Rocky, he starred with Burt Reynolds and Kris Kristofferson in the football comedy Semi-Tough (1977); with Robert Shaw and Harrison Ford in the Guns of Navarone sequel Force 10 from Navarone (1978); and alongside Charles Bronson and Lee Marvin in the thriller Death Hunt (1981). He also wrote and performed the 1981 soul single You Ought to Be With Me.

Television work was plentiful, though attempts to fashion a long-running TV vehicle for him were hit-and-miss. In Fortune Dane (1986), he played a political troubleshooter battling white-collar crime; the show lasted six episodes. Its producer Barney Rosenzweig called Weathers “one of the more intelligent people I’ve ever been in business with. But he’s a physical animal. He’s gorgeous … The guy looks like a Greek god.”

He was a regular on Street Justice (1991-93), In the Heat of the Night (1993-95), inspired by the 1967 Sidney Poitier film of the same name, and Chicago Justice (2017).

Weathers also provided the voice of Combat Carl in Toy Story 4 (2019) and played the bounty hunter Greef Karga in the Star Wars spin-off series The Mandalorian (2019-23).

Weathers’ three marriages ended in divorce. He is survived by two sons, Jason and Matthew, from his first marriage, to Mary Ann Castle in 1973.

🔔 Carl Weathers, actor, born 14 January 1948; died 1 February 2024

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[junoinferno]

If Y/N Was Realistic: Narcos Javier Peña Leaves Y/N and Goes to Colombia Edition

Javier had been in the Ambassador’s office when he got the call that he had a visitor waiting. A woman. He wondered which informant it might be and feared what would make them come to the embassy with Escobar’s network watching everywhere. He froze when he spotted Y/N in the lobby.

Javier: Y/N? What are you doing here?

Y/N: What am I doing here? I wasn’t done talking!

Javier: How did you get here?!

Y/N: It’s Colombia, not Mars. I bought a plane ticket.

Javier: Hermosa, you can’t be here. It’s dangerous-

Y/N: The high in Laredo is forecasted for 115 today, I checked and Bogota was going to be in the 60s and raining so I figured I’d take my chances with the narcos.

Javier tenderly took your face in his hands.

Javier: Y/N, I have a job to do and once that’s done, I’ll come back to you and we can be together-

Y/N: I’m sorry, is your solution for me to wait for you until the Drug War is over?!

Javier: Okay, that doesn’t sound great-

Y/N: No, Javier, it does not.

Javier: So… do you have luggage or…?

Y/N: Yes, at my hotel. Also, I am pretty sure I am being followed by sicarios…

Javier: What?

Y/N: Yeah, at the airport when they asked what my business in Colombia was I said, “Tracking down my idiot boyfriend who thinks hunting Escobar will save him from me…”

Javier: Why would you say that?!

Y/N: Okay, it wasn’t great, but in my defense, I needed coffee.

[hccn-overseer]

Issue 25, 10/04/2023 - The Overseer

Issue Masterpost About the Overseer

Affiliate Happenings

By Roo

Joe Hills: (Nearly said Joe Hills and I think that says a lot about me.) Joe Hills.

Mumbo Jumbo: Mumbo Mug… I now know what to get everyone I know for their birthdays. 

Pearlescentmoon: Happy Wet Cat Wednesday to all those who celebrate.

ZombieCleo: Everyone, go check out Cleo's clock tower game! It is very cool and not inspired by Life SMP Mafia in any way, shape, or form. 

Now onto other news under the cut!

Weekly Weather Report

By Lydia

Temperatures are represented using Celsius. Sorry, Americans!

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 12 degrees and a low of -5 degrees. Skies will be rainy throughout the entire day without any unusual effects. Temperatures are expected to become significantly cooler this week.

Thursday: Temperatures will reach a high of 8 degrees and a low of -3 degrees. Skies will be mostly cloudy throughout the day with spider web patterns during the sunnier patches.

Friday: Temperatures will reach a high of 6 degrees and a low of -2 degrees. Skies will continue to be cloudy with light winds of 10 miles per hour.

Saturday: Temperatures will reach a high of 10 degrees and a low of 2 degrees. Skies will be sunny all day with minor skyquakes during the early afternoon.

Sunday: Temperatures will reach a high of 12 degrees and a low of 3 degrees. Skies will be partly sunny with whispering winds throughout the entire day.

Monday: Temperatures will reach a high of 7 degrees and a low of -4 degrees. Skies will be rainy throughout the entire day, with the rain variation being prismatic: falling in rainbow-hued drops.

Tuesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 13 degrees and a low of 0 degrees. Skies will be clear throughout most of the day with a chance of thunderstorms in the early morning. Expect them to clear quickly if Bdubs is present.

Wednesday: Temperatures will reach a high of 11 degrees and a low of -2 degrees. Skies will be sunny throughout the day with patches of pink and orange hues tinting all areas during the late morning.

Lost and Found

By Lydia

All of the following items have been brought to The Overseer staff’s office for safekeeping until they are claimed. If you recognize one of these items as yours, please visit us to receive your items, or contact us at lostandfound@thehermitnews.org. Lost items will be sent to Twinkly Trash if not picked up after two weeks. Thank you! *Not a real email address.

Item 1: A guidebook on couple’s therapy This guidebook, titled So, You’ve Gotten Married In Vegas was found near Welsknight’s cathedral and appears to have been written in the early 2000s. The binding is well worn and notes are scrawled in the margins of most of the pages. The advice inside appears to have been written by a person who absolutely despises their spouse and desperately wants to divorce them. It reads as less of a guidebook and more as an angrily written diary of someone with an on-and-off relationship with their spouse over the course of 5 years. Staff members have noted feeling ill at ease when reading this book and have the strong urge to pawn it off to the nearest shop that will take it.

Item 2: A baseball card of Honus Wagner Perhaps the most confusing object dropped at the lost and found, this card was found near Impulse’s base and appears to be autographed by the late baseball player himself. It glows in the dark and has been said to whisper prices to anyone who holds it, seemingly random high numbers with no other context other than perhaps what the card could be sold for in another place.

Item 3: A painting of three women asleep at a table This painting appears to have been created sometime between 1982 and 1991, and depicts three women at a 1950s restaurant snoozing away at a colorful table filled with hamburgers, french fries, milk shakes, and waffles. The painting itself is drawn to mimic the cubist art style, and contains vivid colorations of the food more so than the people in the painting.

Item 4: A key ring full of ornate keys This key ring contains approximately 40 keys that are all designed in the style of 1400s French decor. It is unknown what they open or how they were acquired, but staff members have been using them to attempt to open everything that they are able to get their hands on.

Item 5: A kitschy cat wall clock This black cat wall clock has two eyes that tick back and forth in keeping time, as well as a swaying tail. Staff members have noted occasional meowing coming from the clock as well, and the office cats have plotted to see it destroyed over the next few days. If you would like to take this off of our hands, please do so quickly!

Item 6: Two bottles of hand sanitizer These large bottles of hand sanitizer were found near Pearl’s base, each filled half way. They have no unusual qualities and staff members have been using it as well, noting that it has a pleasant perfume mixed in as well.

Fun and Games

This weeks fun and games are once again brought to you by Lydia and Azure!

Word Search and Crossword by Lydia

Brain Teasers by Azure

And that's all for this week folks! Thank you for reading and have a wonderful week!

[sockatoothewafflebird]

a year or so ago, i had a weird dream about a bug apocalypse. like an end of the world sort of scenario in which giant bugs take over the world and we humans become the pests. the roles reverse and humans become the inconsequential miniscule dust specks.

and then i decided to write about it. i turned it into a whole story. here's what i've come up with.

tw for lots and lots of bugs. like this whole story is about bugs. if you're icked out by it i don't mind if you ignore this, your comfort matters more than my infodumping

let's start at the beginning.

at first, johnathan just noticed that a few ants in his yard were awfully large, especially considering the species. he noticed a lot of bugs were getting unusually large. and in the summer that year, mosquitoes were a much bigger issue than they ever had been, and deaths from malaria were skyrocketing. not good.

a few months pass. plant produce prices get a lot higher due to pests hurting the industry.

a lot of people get worse and worse bug bites and stings.

johnathan works in a meteorological department lab whatever, and he notices some weird anomalies in the weather. reports it. turns out it's swarms of bugs becoming actual storms big enough to block out the sun.

at first it was just odd. now? it's practically world-ending. a global issue. the seafood industry breaks down because all the crustacean foods like shrimp and crab and lobster become too big to catch, too much to handle. agriculture becomes almost impossible, and diseases spread like wildfire. all in the span of a year.

at this point shit is hitting the fan, but it only gets worse one day. one day, when the earth shakes, the seas change, the sun isn't visible. from the ground comes huge bugs, spiders the size of cars and houses, centipedes that could wrap around skyscrapers. from the sea comes crabs the size of islands and pincers that could dwarf the marianas trench. from the sky descend flies and locusts and wasps and bees all buzzing with a deafening roar. the hives span entire city blocks, the flies swarm and buzz and hum.

all in a day, the roles reverse. humans are the pests now.

collossal arthropods that almost put the burj khalifa to shame. some are friendly, some are violent. all of then are much smarter than they were before, intelligence that rivals ours.

the bugs can bathe in the sun, and they strike fear in the humans that are reduced to the dirt.

in the shadows, scientists find ways to genetically modify a human fetus with traits of arthropods. hundreds of children with the traits of arachnids or crustaceans or myriapods or insects. and one child with them all.

a boy named micah that can speak with the arthropods as if they were his brothers, a boy that can leave pheromone trains and grow insect wings and a scorpion tail and coconut crab pincers. a boy with everything.

the story follows wren, a no-nonsense college student with a special interest in bugs; johnathan, a scientist with a really freaky mysterious past; and micah, the boy that could probably save the world if he wanted to. they all find themselves lost in a huge city infested with huge bugs; mainly flies, smaller centipedes, the occasional bee or beetle. all bigger than they can reasonably overpower, but they somehow live anyway.

their main goal once they meet each other? get out of the city. find one of the refuges. and just.. don't get got by a bug.

i don't have any real name for this, other than maybe the swarm. in the dream i had that inspired this, some guy comes home to see his wife and daughter dead, killed by a swarm of violent bloodthirsty flies. his whole house is taken over by them and while he runs away, he shouts, "IT BELONGS TO THE SWARM NOW!" so that's where i get the phrase "the swarm" from. i can't come uo with any other name for the story. any suggestions/ideas are welcome.

please ask questions and say stuff about this! i think this is probably my favorite story in the briefcase full of weird concepts i've come up with and i'd love to talk more about it if anyone wants to hear more.

[jrheatriz]

I know you were talking about Glezra, but I’m still super curious about AWIA. What all have you fleshed out for your different kingdoms? What inspirations do you have for them? Any real world parallels or aspects to your world? Are there any communities under different rulings in the world?

OMGGGGG I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY. okay so i have several kingdoms where their concepts are somewhat to fully developed. here's a list.

Andanthe. so andanthe is a kingdom settled in a spot near the seaside, but mostly nestled in a forest grove. i based it heavily off of places i've been in new england, so they experience all four seasons and a considerable amount of precipitation, including snow. buildings are carved inside of large trees (deciduous mostly) or underground or slightly above ground to avoid flooding. i wanted to avoid having kingdoms while specific types of fairies exclusively inhabiting it, so andanthe is a very diverse kingdom population wise, but a considerable portion of fairies have moth wings, including the royal family. also i wanted to base the traditional clothes, textiles and architecture on some south asian cultures since the main character is south asian. (i mean she's not human technically but if she was, she'd be south asian.) andanthe exports quartz, gold, graphite and textiles to the other kingdoms, and have a mainly plant based cuisine. they are known for their strong army and due to their close ties with the seaside nation of the anwhines, they have a formidable navy. royalty and nobility wear forest green and gold, and this sets a trend for clothing styles throughout the kingdom.

The Anwhine Isles. so the anwhines are based off the caribbean/west indies bc i'm west indian and it would be illegal for me to not include a caribbean character if i'm world building. the isles are a group of islands in the middle of the sea. duh. but they're not that far from andanthe if u take a boat, which is why the two kingdoms have been close allies for millennia. their relationship has been a bit strained due to some #familydrama though. (the current king, marolas, is pissed that his sister althea refuses to take up her duties as princess, and morgan has unfortunately gotten caught in the crossfire.) the area doesn't really experience much "winter" weather, but they do have monsoon seasons and hot seasons and whatnot. alot of that is determined but what fruits are in bloom and stuff. they export pearls, sea foods, spices, and pretty textiles to their neighboring kingdoms. they also have a booming boat/naval resource industry and the best navy. the royal family, as well as a considerable portion of the population, have dragonfly wings. oh, and while they do have very colorful clothing, navy blue is the color that symbolized wealth and nobility.

Monerva. so monerva is a fairly new ally to andanthe, due to morgan and arwileth's tentative friendship. i say tentative because arwileth is kind of like a teacher's pet for the older and more powerful royals on the fairy council, and he gives status reports on andanthe's leadership because the morale on morgan being king is pretty shaky to her bougier political counterparts. that aside, monerva is located in a big and beautiful meadow surrounded by crustal clear river systems and a dense grove. they have a booming silk industry due to silkworms being plentiful in the region. their fashion reflects this: flowing white laces and cottons, floral perfumes, and colorful dyes (usually pastel pink, purple and blue). the most significant resource to their name, however, is that they are deeply connected to old forest magic, and use it to create healing medicinal resources and using magic for technological advancements. most of these tech advancements, specifically, were pioneered by arwileth. he's a bit of a prodigy in that respect. anyways, many of the fairies that live in monerva have butterfly wings; arwileth in particular has blue morpho wings.

okay finally, Ilwich. ilwich is located in a boggy/marshy/wetland area, with settlements nestled in, on, and around an interconnected weaving of mangroves trees. it's not super close to the other kingdoms, which kind of orbit each other, and is therefore fairly isolated both geographically and economically. therefore, they rely on trade and export of raw materials, as well as creating textiles and using imported materials to create things to export to other kingdoms--furniture, glass, potions, et cetera. due to the uhh. nature of their current leadership. they rely a whole lot on andanthe for economic support since the war. their clothing includes a lot of browns and dark greens, as well as flowy elements. in the past, ilwich had been a place of fervent religious history, and has catacombs full of texts dedicated to the Old Gods. (including the god Wrath, who is as u know. super important.) but uhhh other than that ilwich doesn't have much going for them. they pretty much just minded their own business until paladis' reign tbh. though due to current events the kingdom finds itself on the high council of fairies, which incites much drama between itself and the other kingdoms. fun! surely this won't cause any significant issues for anyone in particular. like say. the main character.

anyways yeah! there's some other stuff in development regarding the other kingdoms on the council, but those are Very half baked. so there is this. yippee

[letterboard-fantasy]

The Crystal's Cove || Another Horror Essence [by me]

"They all say that turning on the TV and the radio are dangerous. People are disappearing and going missing, and even worse, a few of them have returned... as half-eaten corpses."

Hello, I am back at it again lmao SKFDJNKSJDFN This time, with MM's hidden horror sister... The Crystal's Cove! It's another horror essence, hidden behind a cute facade, this one being children's TV shows and radio podcasts!

Sign-Up is roughly the same!! Either in the ask box or discord,,,

Essence Costume || Welcome to the Industry, Darling.

S-Tier Costume || The Digital Cove [ Camryn || The Scroller ] [✓]

"Oh, but my old friends... the entertainment district is just that... entertainment ! ❛ ᗜ❛ ฅ"

๑ A young and upcoming idol rising in popularity within the entertainment industry. Many people have come to adore his upbeat and carefree attitude, paired with his passion for creation. Yet, he seems to turn frightening at the flip of a switch.

Shop S-Tier Costume || The Weathered [ Exe || @voidproject ] [✓]

"It feeds on pathetic people like you, foolish, rotten souls. And it brings us power for lengthening its reach and fueling its desires. What more could one ask for?"

๑ Twisted and rotten, it feeds on their flesh and their fear, granting power and wealth to those who aid in its wake. It is not a monster nor a creature of the depths, but an existence you will only find in your nightmares.

A-Tier Costume || The Old Radio Host [ Liam Hubert || @idv-thespians || I’m going to bite him/pos ]

"Oh, Mx. Montgomery! Please, wait! We have questions about the recent disappearances, maybe we please have a word?!" "...I have nothing to say on this matter, please excuse me."

๑ An extremely famous radio host within the entertainment industry for years now. Despite their fame, they retired young after the birth of their daughter, Charlie. However, due to recent developments, they've finally made their long-awaited return.

A-Tier Costume || Parental Insight [ Angeline || @askthepianist ]

"No one knows our baby girl as well as we do! Are you going to help us or not?"

๑ The significant other of Mx. Montgomery. Returning to the digital limelight brings back bitter memories, but they won't stop until they retrieve their child.

A-Tier Costume || Hidden Away [ open ]

"Where am I...? What is this place?"

๑ The young daughter has been taken and hidden away. What will become of her? Does a race against time matter, if you don't know how much time you have left?

B-Tier Costumes || Candle Cove [Based on Crystal Cove the Creepypasta]

"Oh, can you find those sneaky pirates' ship? Where is it?"

๑ One of the many successful kids' programs airing in the entertainment industry. It is the last thing many children will see before the pirates take them on an unforgettable journey.

B-Tier Costume || The Brave Skeletal Captain [ Hattie || @ask-the-idv-jazz-singer ] [✓]

B-Tier Costume || The Sneaky Pirate Captain [ Deadly Pâtissier || @ask-idv-baker ] [✓]

B-Tier Costume || The Helpful Pirate [ Valentina || @ask-lyristidv ] [✓]

B-Tier Costumes || Under the Sea lies Me [Inspired by The Octonauts!]

"Hey, where did that scary ghostfish go..? It was an odd one, wasn't it?"

๑ A very good but underrated children's program airing in the industry. This show is a favorite amongst those who have seen it... but as of late, many younger kids who have watched it have gone missing... and older kids have reported odd happenings. It's best to turn your TV off during its airing time, for your own benefit.

B-Tier Costume || Trustworthy Polar Friend [ Laurence || @idv-news-boi || not me getting excited about Polar Lau and immediately forgetting to add him the the list lmao ] [✓]

B-Tier Costume || Mysterious Daredevil [ Brendan || @avatar-idv || he’s gonna teach the kids how to make C4 you guys ] [✓]

B-Tier Costume || Kind Penguin [ Bianca || the real trio is finally together/j ] [✓]

B-Tier Costumes || Cat and Mouse Chase [ Inspired by Tom and Jerry ]

"What's the little mouse doing..? Huh? Are you telling me to be quiet, Mister Mousie?"

๑ A popular and well-known kids' program, one even adults enjoy watching. It was the last show the Montogomerys remember watching before the disappearance... And a good lead starts where ones memory end.

B-Tier Costume || Silly Mouse [ Amy || @the-oletus-parlor || beat her ass Amy 💪/j ] [✓]

B-Tier Costume || Playful Cat [ Survivor! Cleo || @ask-idv-thrillseeker ] [✓]

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EXCLUSIVE: Two years after taking over as CEO of Great American Media, Bill Abbott is ready to talk about what it’s like to run the faith and family-focused company. So far, he’s seeing great progress with Great American Family: though star Candace Cameron Bure stirred up controversy earlier this year by saying how she wants to “keep traditional marriage at the core” on the cable channel, new viewers have continued to find their way there — so much that Nielsen reports that it is the fastest-growing network for the tenth consecutive month (By August, it was up 169 percent in total day household ratings).

It also leads all networks in year-over-year viewership increases. 

“It’s not easy starting from scratch, but we have assembled a high quality offering that we’re very proud of and we’ll see in fourth quarter how it plays out when we add 20 more original movies to our schedule,” Abbott tells Deadline. “We’ve been at this for two years. We’re just entering our third year and it’s an incredibly competitive landscape and very hard to break out. And yet over the past 10 months, every month we’ve been the fastest growing linear cable channel. So we feel really good about that. We feel really good about all the talent that we’ve brought in and the high quality content that we’ve produced.”

Here, the former Hallmark exec talks about Great American Media’s recent merger with Pure Flix, how the channel is weathering the strike, and why it’s so important for the channel to celebrate faith.

DEADLINE: How has the strike impacted your business?

BILL ABBOTT: We prepared really well for it. We saw it coming and we put all of our movies into production in March, April, May, and June. We’ll have a full slate of Christmas movies and we produced everything that was scheduled to run in 2023 before the strike started. 2024 is a different story, but for 2023, we’re in a good place. We felt all along that this was kind of inevitable, unfortunately.

DEADLINE: Are you buying any international programming to help plug some holes?

ABBOTT: No, we don’t need to, fortunately.

DEADLINE: What was so important about the merger with Pure Flix?

ABBOTT: Well, it’s the first time [that someone is] developing a quality streaming and linear service that will be branded under the same umbrella in the faith and family space. There’s a huge blank space in this category and we are focused relentlessly on high quality content that will satisfy the underserved viewer, in a way that entertains and inspires. There’s a lot of content out there that goes in a different direction and we are going to stay in that family, faith and hometown values area.

DEADLINE: Will there be content unique to Great American Pure Flix?

ABBOTT: We’re there now. The beauty of streaming is that you don’t have to be as focused on being relentlessly consistent. Our philosophy on the linear side is that you need to deliver the audience a very similar product on a very consistent basis. That’s what drives the advertising model. Yet on the streaming side, we have plenty of room to develop more dramatic programming, more lifestyle content, more mysteries, different things in different genres that if you’re approaching a streaming service, you can pick and choose what you want to watch. It’s not the same type of force fed experience that linear is.

DEADLINE: You talk a lot about how the channel celebrates both faith and family. Why is it important for you to continue to say that you celebrate faith?

ABBOTT: Well, I think that’s a big distinction between us and the typical channel that may say they’re family. Not all of our projects incorporate faith, but a good majority or a good portion of our content is faith driven and really seeks to reinforce faith and its place in people’s lives and in family lives. And the two in many ways go together and are very much again missing from the overall landscape.

DEADLINE: When you speak of faith, do you mean Christianity?

ABBOTT: No, I don’t think so. Faith comes in many forms and there’s not a way in which we approach faith other than to treat it with respect and dignity and to celebrate it. It’s not about being overtly anything other than supportive of the concept of faith and family and feeling good about it.

DEADLINE: When you launched the channel, you mirrored a lot of what Hallmark was doing. So what makes Great American Family unique?

ABBOTT: A lot of the executives who were with me at Hallmark came over here. They were the ones who helped establish that format and that business. So in a lot of ways we view it like we’re not so much copying Hallmark as we are bringing the content that we created over here. From our point of view, what makes it unique is that we’re producing with talent that is very unique and that has a high standard and is very high quality content and also incorporates a little bit of faith and is relentlessly family.

DEADLINE: Are there any misconceptions about the channel that you would like to dispel?

ABBOTT: I think that the biggest thing that we have to work on is getting the word out there about who we are and what we do more than anything. I guess the biggest thing that I’d want to dispel is the fact that there’s only one or two channels that dominate this market and we all know who they are. That’s a misconception because we’re producing content that’s equal or better with better talent than anybody else in this category.

DEADLINE: Inclusive programming that reflects today’s population is now a huge priority for all platforms. Does Great American share that commitment and if so, what way?

ABBOTT: I mean, we certainly look to replicate the population in our content. We understand that diversity is certainly important. It is not always the easiest path to pursue because we do a lot of our production in Canada that make it sometimes a little more challenging with our just being new to the game, but certainly an area of focus.

DEADLINE: What’s it like being judged for who you don’t have in your movies?

ABBOTT: It’s no fun. It’s no fun. In all seriousness, we are just trying to focus on what we do well, what people come to us for and what we are working so hard on to convey, which is creating a fun, great, uplifting experience for people. You just hope that things get taken in that light.

DEADLINE: You’ve made it clear that it’s not easy launching a network. Are you a point yet where you feel like you can breathe?

ABBOTT: Candidly? No. I would never have thought we’d be at the point where we still were running pretty hard. We’re in the middle of an advertising recession, the strike, and cord cutting accelerating. There are a number of overall macro factors that have made the business that much more difficult in 2023 than we anticipated in 2021. And then you add to that the competition and the model being very much in question around how ultimately programmers get paid for creating great content. We know the streaming model needs a lot of work and is underwater in a lot of places. So there are big challenges out there that make it that much tougher.

DEADLINE: You brought up cord cutting. How do you soldier on through that?

ABBOTT: Well, the linear business is still in 70 million homes, even though there is undeniably a lot of cord cutting that is accelerating and is quite troubling. But it still delivers a number that is critical mass and from a brand point of view works for us, especially with a streaming service. Now we have the ability to promote our streaming service on our linear platform. And so the two together work really well. That’s why the Pure Flix merger was so important. Strategically, we wouldn’t want to be left with just the linear platform and no streaming outlet when you’re clearly in a declining business on the linear side. So you soldier on with a business that’s still working well on linear in terms of being profitable and having advertising revenue and in our case, ability to grow. But certainly you have an eye out for what’s happening in streaming.

DEADLINE: Do you have a set amount of Christmas movies that you’d like to make going forward? Do you see that number growing each year?

ABBOTT: We first and foremost want to do quality movies. We would rather not go for a volume play. We’d rather take a weekend off and not run an original movie than disappoint our viewers. So that’s a heavy lift. So I don’t know what the ceiling is on that, but I can tell you it’s hard finding really good concepts and when we see ’em, we want to produce ’em at the same time. But we’re realists, so you do need a volume of content, you do need to be prolific. So it’s really finding that proper balance.

DEADLINE: Is there a strategy you have for original series? Is there any old titles you’d love to dust off?

ABBOTT: We did a Christmas movie around When Hope Calls a couple of years ago. We think that there’s a lot of merit to continuing that as an original series. We have a couple of original series that are coming up on Pure Flix that are extremely well done. One is called County Rescue that is very different. It’s not something you would run necessarily on linear. It’s a little grittier and has faith element, but it also has some medical scenes and some uncomfortable moments of people in jeopardy. Those themes we might stay away from on the main channel. And so we look forward to doing more original series, certainly on the Pure Flix and then on Great American Family.

DEADLINE: How is your partnership going with Candace Cameron Bure?

ABBOTT: She’s so smart and such a good judge of talent. She’s brought us multiple people who we now work with and consider part of our family. And she knows music really well. She knows lifestyle content really well. Obviously, she knows the movie genre. She’s a brilliant businesswoman in her own right and certainly she knows the audience very well.

DEADLINE: Tell me about a Christmas movie pitch that you tried to get going, but everyone said no, Bill, that’s a lousy idea.

ABBOTT: Basically everything on the channel this year was not my idea. The reality of working with a really talented team is that they drive the bus and have come up with some wonderful concepts. I’m hesitant to mention any particular project because someone, somewhere will be able to identify what it was. But I have no shortage of bad ideas and the team here has no shortage of good ones, fortunately.