#its giving pageant mom

[yooniesim]

I completely agree w your last post!! Imo it's ironic when mm people get up in arms about alpha skin details when it's like... most of the kid/toddler clothes I've seen that registered as age inappropriate to me has been mm (altho my mama was old-school so I personally see things like crop tops for kids/toddlers as too much). There's a specific way that a lot of mm simmers make toddlers especially look "older" (super long adult hair conversions, for ex.). And I'm not saying it's *bad*, it just highlights how the adultification of Black kids exists almost everywhere, bc why is a long ass mm ponytail on a non-Black sim toddler a-okay but a long kinky alpha hair on a toddler is now "yassified" and "toddlers and tiaras"?

Yeah I agree tbh, I mean I see the adultification of child sims from both sides so there's no need to just vilify alpha simmers for it. To me it's a little bit how alpha simmers have also been almost universally pinned as the villains of the paywall debate despite many mm creators also doing scummy shit or even doxxing and getting away with it. But I still barely see anyone talking about that vs alphas perma-paywalling. I don't think it's intentional but I do think black ppl get criticized more harshly whatever they do and there's a higher amount of black alpha simmers bc its been very hard to find cc for us in mm style for a very long time. So a lot of ppl don't have any choice but to be alpha/mix. Also shocker some ppl just like alpha style! I don't think kid sims need a full beat and giant eyelashes and floor length hair, hell no lol, but I do think it's... interesting the type of language that gets used when discussing this topic and who gets the brunt of the criticism.

[nevernonline]

✧.* he's all that; lsm mini series

✧.*synopsis: every year the kappa sorority hosted a 'hot or not' greek life pageant show. you've luckily escaped having to bring your own "nottie" to give a makeover to and train in hopes of winning a big prize for the rest of your crew. but, just when you thought your lucky streak was going strong your name get's chosen as a representative and your sisters had just the guy for you to make over.

part of my seventeen movie series. 

paring: seokmin x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.) 

genre/s: fluff, strangers2lvrs, neighbors2lvrs or whatever.  

warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes. no funny business iykyk. lots of mean girls (rip)

word count: 4.2k

note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. this edition of nmm is inspired by a true classic she's all that (w/ a bit of greek the tv show/sydney white energy if any of u have ever seen ALSO classics, this was supposed to be one part, BUT! I feel myself getting so carried away so … three parts.) i was going to post my gwag update today but im gonna wait till either tomorrow or Tuesday <3.

beginning ▸ middle ▸ end.

Y/n was dreading the meeting she walked through the front doors of the sorority for this afternoon, the pageant. Kappa and all the other sororities on Greek row participated in what they call ‘Hot or Not’ every year since supposedly the 1980’s something her now head sister Heather claims was started by the legacy that was her mother. Which maybe was true, but y/n could never figure out why it mattered? And while it was fun it was a little bit old school.

“Hey, girls. Everyone settled in? We have a very exciting tradition here at Kappa as you may know.”

The cheers rang through the sitting room, with its white walls, pale pink carpets, and sherpa couches, the cheers and claps of girls hoping Heather draws their name from the glass bowl with her perfectly manicured finger tips.

“Yes. It’s so exciting, we have a few new faces so since you haven’t been a part of this week in past years we left you out of the bowl, but we will have many things for you to participate in this week. Like dine and dash, our famous Good as Gold party, and of course judging the competition at the end of the week. Before we get to the drawing, I wanted to congratulate our last year's winner, Suni. Give it up for her.”

Smiling, y/n clapped along with the other girls, giving Suni her flowers. About to step out behind the two french doors to grab a water or something to drink, when you hear Heather call your name loudly. All of your other sisters and friends spinning around watching her looking like she was attempting to escape the reality of her name being the one chosen after three years of getting out of it.

“y/n! Finally, Come back here, girly.”

Walking through the clapping crown y/n took her place next to the blonde and pretended to smile with excitement as her gut was telling her it was absolutely the worst day of her life.

The only reason y/n was in this sorority was to get extra college credits, that and Heather and her mother met here and have been friends since that very day. Heather was obsessed with being a legacy and clawing her way to the top of the food chain at the university. Y/n was just there for the ride.

“Everyone, you all obviously know my very good friend and our smartest sister, y/n. I personally have been waiting for the day she got chosen out of this bowl. It’s something our moms, co-vp’s of their 1980’s class of Kappas have been talking about for years. So I’m just as excited as I’m sure y/n is to be our guiding light to another victory this year. Anything to say, y/n?”

“Uh, not really, you said it all.”

Another big fake smile appeared on her face. Laughing and giggling at all the congratulations coming her way.

“Girls, before we enjoy our lunch. Don’t forget tonight is dine and dash, please find your dates and bring them to Carol’s Diner at 8pm. See you there.”

Checking the time on your phone you had roughly 45 minutes before your lecture and enough time to take off the gaudy Kappa logo’d sweater you had to put on for what Heather calls “official business.”

“Y/n what are you checking the time for? We have a lot to do today.”

“I have a class in 40 minutes, I have to go back and change.”

“I don’t get why you won't just move back in here with us?”

“I told you, Heather. I can't. I have to focus on getting into Med School and no offense to you or the other girls, but this isn’t exactly the best place for me to focus when I have to study.”

“Med School can wait just one day right? We have to set up the table at Carol’s and set up for the party later. Would you mind going with the new girl Sam to grab the alcohol? And then you can meet me back here and we will go to the diner together. I’m going to have the girls go out and look for some Nottie’s for you today before that whale from Delta picks them all up. “

“No, but-”

“Thank you! Love you!”

“Also her name is not Sam, It’s Soyeon.”

“Okay got it, toodleoo.”

Searching the house for the person and so called new girl, Sam you stumbled upon her sitting out on the back patio writing in her journal.

“Soyeon?”

“Oh, hey y/n.

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m just so used to everyone calling me Sam I forget people know that it’s actually not.”

“Yeah, it took Heather a whole year to not call Suni, Sunny and everyone just kind of follows her suit.”

“I thought you had class? I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I do. It’s just a lecture on the importance of mammograms and breast cancer research so, I guess it’s okay. I can just find it somewhere online.”

“Ready to head out?”

“Would you hate me if we stopped at my dorm? I cannot wear this fucking sweater for more than an hour or I may spontaneously combust.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be seen with you in public while you’re wearing that.”

“I appreciate your honesty.”

“You should.”

Y/n and Soyeon escaped the general excitement of the rest of the girls by escaping out the outdoor gate and walked viciously together to change the heinous sweater on y/n’s back.

Turning the corner to finally reach the hall her single dorm room lived at the end of, she ran into a tall boy who’s books scattered all across the floor, a boy she had never once run into literally and physically.

“I'm so sorry.”

“No, no I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“You’re y/n right?”

“Yes? Why?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I live across the hall from you. I see your name tag on your door all the time and all the photos of you from all your friends. Which now that I’m talking makes me sound like even more of a weirdo? I’m sorry. I’m Seokmin, my friends call me DK or Dokyeom , whatever. And now I’m rambling, please stop me.”

“No, you’re okay. Can we at least just get off the floor now?”

“Yes.”

Seokmin or Dokyeom whatever his real name actually is, crawled off the floor and stuck his hand out to you for assistance pulling your pink colored body off the floor.

“This is my friend, Soyeon.”

“Sorority sisters?”

“Wait. How’d you know? Oh, fuck the sweater. Don’t tell anyone you saw me wearing this, I know where you live.”

“Don’t worry, I never will. But, sorry to uh, cut this meeting short I have to get to class. I’ll see you again, I’m sure. Bye, nice meeting you y/n. And you too, Soyeon.”

“Bye.”

In unison you and Soyeon watched the tall boy walk towards the elevators. Both of you have differing expressions of looks on your face, one of pure enjoyment watching the awkward interaction and one of pure dumbfoundedness.

“He’s cute.”

Soyeon brought you out of staring at the boy walking away and stepping into the elevator, throwing his fingers up waving goodbye while clutching his mounds of books in his hands.

“What?”

“I said he’s cute and he’s your neighbor. Lucky girl.”

“Oh. Yeah, I can’t believe I’ve never met him before.”

“Why don’t you ask him out?”

“We just met. Plus, I’m busy with school and now this stupid pageant. I don’t have time for cute boys.”

“I’m sure you can make it work.”

Unlocking your door and letting Soyeon in before you so you can sneak a peek at his front door in front of yours. Plain, just a few funny messages and cute stickers of tangerines and tigers pasted on his whiteboard. Maybe he already has a girlfriend? But a boy like that with that many books is probably much like you and had no time for dating.

“Wait. Y/N your room is so nice? Maybe I should move out of the house. It’s loud as fuck anyway.”

“Why are you in the sorority? I’m not judging because I was basically dragged into it too. I’m just curious?”

“My mom always wanted me to join. She said it’s a good way to find friends, I always had a hard time making them. So I figured why not?”

“Got it. Makes sense.”

“What about you? You also don’t serve sorority girl to me.”

“Because my mom also got me to join, that’s actually how I know Heather. Our moms were co-captains of the sorority at some point in the 80’s.”

“Oh, so you’ve known her your whole life?”

“Mhm.”

“No offense or anything, but she’s… kind of a bitch.”

“Kind of? It’s only gotten worse since she’s been in charge. She was okay when we were younger, but you know.”

Slipping out of your jeans and sweater, you threw on a black pair of pleated pants and a loose white button down.

“Also you have tattoos and a sick body, stop dressing like an old woman.”

“I could never pull off what you wear? You’re so cool and confident.”

“Promise me. One party this year you’ll let me pick out something to wear?”

“Okay.”

“You’re very trusting.”

“What? You’re going to make me wear a hot pink dress and try to dye my hair blonde too?”

“Hell no.”

“Exactly.”

Hours passed on as you were getting to know Soyeon more, a part of you realized what you had been missing meeting girls outside of your own circle at school.

People who share your interests and enjoy talking about things other than clothes, shoes, and boys.

It was actually the least stressed you’ve been around someone at the sorority in a long time. Almost like a breath of fresh air.

Getting out of the Uber you took filled to the brim with alcohol and snacks, you were back at the big White House at the end of the street. Not a flaw in sight. Almost like it wasn’t a real reality.

“Should we ditch the diner? We could always go see my friend play at the bar across campus instead?”

“I would love nothing more, but Heather will have my head shaved or something.”

“Okay, well when we ditch later we can head there.”

“It’s a date.”

“Ew, you’re so corny. Save it for your new lover boy across the hall.”

“Shut up.”

Soyeon and you laughed, dragging the last box up the stairs into the foyer of the house. Met with the blonde at the bottom of the stairs.

“There you guys are! I was going to send a search and rescue team to come for you if you didn’t show up soon.”

“We got a little distracted. Sorry.”

“No problem. You’re here now, Sam go up and get ready, I’ll help y/n from here.”

“Okay.”

Soyeon or Sam, picked her poison and shoved down Heather still calling her by the wrong name and walked up to her room to change and get ready for the rest of her night. While you were stuck unpacking the boxes.

“Y/n. Don’t forget to look out for the boys everyone brings tonight. We can pick one from the litter for your Nottie.”

“Look, Heather-“

“I know what you’re going to say and don’t even think about asking me if you can drop out of the pageant, okay?”

“I just don’t think it’s worth it or fair anymore, why don’t we just get the other frat guys to do it? Like Mingyu or Wonwoo, Johnny? I don’t know. I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

“You raise a good point. And it gives me an idea.”

“Which is?”

“We have the other frats competing too, we’ll get more payout and the three uglies will be more profitable than ever for us. You’re so smart.”

“That’s not wha-“

“Ah! I’m so lucky to have you. I’ll let everyone know.”

Heather bounced off into the other room, texting rapidly with her manicured hands on her cell phone, making the fire bigger.

With your head spinning around and around you don’t even remember walking your way to the diner waiting for the freshman girls to bring their guys along to the large table set for someone’s embarrassment.

Taking a seat near the end of the table next to Soyeon and Heather on your other side, you sat and sipped at the Diet Coke in front of you, feeling your mix of anxiety and angel swirling in your stomach and begging for something a little stronger.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Soyeon leaned over and whispered into your ear, seeing the look on your face and noticing your obvious quietness.

“I’ll tell you after.”

“Okay, if you want to go early, let me know.”

“I will”

Heather had her vulture eyes on, waiting to see which she would inevitably have embarrassed by the groups around you with no remorse.

She looked into your eyes and signaled to a cute shy boy across the table, sitting and picking at his nails, making it clear she had made her mark.

“Let me use the bathroom first okay?”

“Yeah, of course. You wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Right.”

Walking briskly into the old blue stalls in the bathroom, which you didn't even really have to use, but just needed an excuse to go somewhere and release your anxiety.

“Y/n? Hey. Y/n?”

Seeing Soyeon’s platform heels under the bottom of the stall door you jumped up and swung your head out of the blue metal.

“What?”

“Remember that guy you met today?”

“Yes, of course why?”

“He’s here.”

“Someone brought him?”

“No. He’s here with his two friends and Heather invited them to the table. One of them is that dude that’s friends with Mingyu with the that acts like a tiger, the hot nerdy one, and the other one is just some hot short buff guy, never seen him before. Anyway, We either have to get out of here right now or stay and hide in here until they're gone.” L

“Why don’t we just go-“

“No. I don’t want him to think you’re a bitch? Are you crazy? You can’t go dunking on nerds in front of three hot dudes?”

“Okay let’s go.”

As the two of you tried to make your exit from the ladies room you heard commotion outside in the dining room, so you both slipped back quickly into the bathroom, locking the door for some reason as you head the chairs scooting and the bell ringing meaning people were slipping out on one of the boys at the table.

“You think they're gone?”

“Yeah. I hear the sink running in the men’s room, come on.”

As you walked out of the bathroom in front of you Seokmin was sitting at the table covered in a turkey club sandwich looking at the long tab Heather left for him.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Your ‘sisters’ dumped a sandwich on me and left the tab? Do you guys do this a lot?”

“It’s just some stupid shit Heather came up with when she became president. Me and y/n were hiding in the bathroom so we could come and pay the tab. But, you got to it first.”

“Right.”

Not saying anything and standing in your tracks cold, you watched as Soyeon took the check from his hands and waved you on to help him as she went up to pay.

“She dumped her food on you?”

“Yeah, my friends and I were just coming for takeout. I saw Soyeon so I went to say hi and she wanted to come get you. But the blonde girl,”

“Heather.”

“Yeah, Heather. She told me to sit down for a second and my friends went back to their dorm so they could keep studying and deliver food to some other guys. She was okay at first, but once Soyeon left she dumped her soda and sandwich on me and when I came back they were all gone.”

“I’m so sorry? Let me get you dry cleaning money or something.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I can handle it. I’m glad you two were here though, I don’t have my wallet on me. Are you okay though? Have you been crying?”

“I’m fine, just had a moment.”

The small black haired girl popped back over, tucking her card back into her wallet and smiling at the two of you sitting and talking with Seokmin covered in an orange beverage, a little bit of lettuce stuck in his hair.

“Want to come to a party?”

“If it’s at the sorority then sorry, no thanks.”

“No. It’s just some of my friends from the music department. They’re playing a show at O’Malley’s.”

“I don’t think orange soda is really a good look for a party.”

“That’s okay, y/n has to go change too. You guys just meet me there? I’m going to head out and get us a table.”

“Well I do owe you guys both a drink. So, sure.”

“Oh, and Seokmin?”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure y/n actually comes back out, she’s hard to get her hands on.”

“Of course.”

Walking back to your somewhat shared dorm, you and Seokmin walked in silence past greek row, watching all the girls running around to get ready for a greeting ceremony to the frat houses as escorts to their party.

The boy looked at you up and down, imagining you inside one of those grand houses gossiping and dishing on sister life just trying to figure out why you joined in the first place, your friend included.

Reaching your destination with only smiles and small giggles shared between the two of you on the walk over, you both slid into your dorm rooms and found clothes that were far more suitable for a night out.

You noticed the black tank top Soyeon had pointed out before and slid it on, matching it with a pair of dark ripped jeans and your go-to loafers, sliding back into the hallway, finding Seokmin on the other side of the door waiting for you.

He was somehow on your wavelength wearing an oversized black t-shirt and jeans.

“I figured I should try to match Soyeon's aesthetic somehow.”

“Me too. You look nice, I like your shoes.”

“Thank you.”

“Shall we?”

“Yes. I definitely need a drink.”

“So, y/n what is your drink of choice.”

“Anything strong and not sweet.”

“Oh, so not me then.”

“Shut up.”

Seokmin made you laugh, there was no way a boy like him was not taken or at least could be interested in you.

“Have you and Soyeon been friends for long? You guys seem close.”

“Actually, not really. We hung out for the first time today. I mean, I’ve seen her at parties and stuff, but she’s sort of been like a breath of fresh air for me.”

“Really? I’m surprised by that. Why are you in the sorority anyway? You don’t exactly have the same.. Vibe? Or whatever as the other girls. Especially the ones I met today.”

“My mom. The girl. Heather. Soda spiller, her mom and mine were friends when we were kids, they're legacy members. So I just thought it would be fun, but now.. I don’t feel that way.”

“Can’t you just quit?”

“I guess.”

“Why don’t you want to?”

“I guess I just want to be someone who sees things through. I also can’t offer Heather the satisfaction of knowing I left.”

“She really is that bad huh?”

“Worse. It’s a long story. Can we table it?”

“Of course.”

Reaching the door of the bar, you caught a glimpse of Soyeon’s shoulder tattoo near the stage, through the large crowd of people mingling.

“Go. I’ll order us drinks and meet you there?”

“You sure?”

“You said you needed it right?”

“What about your wallet?”

“Apple pay, y/n. Duh.”

“Your ID?”

“My friend is the bartender, just go.”

“So sassy.”

Walking your way through the crowd by pushing yourself through other bodies you finally reach the girl on the other side and wrap your arm around her waist as a hello.

“What the- Oh my god, you actually came? You look so hot. I’m proud.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine. Where’s the puppy?”

“At the bar grabbing drinks.”

“On the leash already? You’re good.”

“No. He’s just nice.”

“True. But, he also likes you.”

“I don’t think it’s like that, but maybe someday you’ll tell me I told you so.”

“I look forward to it. I saved you guys a table.”

“My girl.”

Soyeon gestured her long manicured fingers behind you, noticing the boy making his way with two glasses in his hands and another tall figure following behind him holding a tray with various things on top.

“Hi, Soyeon.”

“Hi, Keom. Thank you for joining us. Who’s the glasses?”

“My friend Wonwoo, he works here, well he just got off. Is it cool if he joins us?”

“Of course.”

“Nice to meet you, Wonwoo. I’m y/n.”

“Hey.”

“So. Since I didn’t get to ask Soyeon what she wanted and I wasn’t entirely sure what you liked. We brought over options. But, we have to finish them all because Wonwoo was nice enough to gift them to us and it’s unfair to not accept gifts.”

“Very charming.”

You made your second flirty comment of the night to Seokmin, even though your sober self normally isn’t entirely as bold as you find yourself being with him now. But, in all fairness you were just trying to catch his vibe. He didn’t respond verbally, but just scrunched his nose in your direction almost as if he was letting you know that he’s interested.

“First, a simple vodka soda, little lemon, then just a couple of beer options, this is a sour, this is just a simple light beer, and an ipa, which ew, but I think Wonwoo likes, some tequila shots and some lemon drop shots, also a whiskey soda and a jack and coke, and then a uh, gin and tonic i think? Right, Woo?”

“Yeah, maybe you should be the bartender, Seokmin.”

“I have other talents.”

All eight of your hands reach every which way around the table and end up with different drinks sat in front of them, you beelined for the vodka and the sour beer, Soyeon went for the whiskey soda and the tequila, Seokmin for the gin and tonic and light beer, and Wonwoo for the jack and coke and the ipa.

“Who wants what shot?”

Soyeon dipped her arm back to the middle of the table covering her eyes with her opposite hand, grabbing a hold of the small glasses very carefully and placing them around the small group.

“There. Decided for you, me and Wonwoo get tequila and you and Seokmin get lemon.”

Smiling widely at your friend next to you, you grabbed a hold of the shot glass and held it up signaling everyone to cheers. Which they all happily obliged.

Soon after the alcohol was going through your bloodstream the band started playing their music that hit you right in the chest, songs about living your life to the fullest and choosing your own path, much to your surprise Soyeon was the one who wrote the music that spoke to your soul.

After the set ended, Wonwoo and Soyeon wanted to stay back and have a few more drinks to congratulate their friends, and enjoy their night, but you were beat thinking about all the work you still had to do over the weekend and dreading the choice of man Heather would embarrass. So you decided to leave with Seokmin walking you back safely to your dorm.

“What are you studying again?”

“Me? Oh, I’m studying to be a veterinarian.”

“Wow really? That’s cool, I didn’t know. You must be busy as hell.”

“I’m sure you’re just as busy, being a doctor for actual humans is way more complicated considering a lot of them are assholes.”

“That’s unfortunately true. But, I love it to be honest. I can understand why people are afraid of the hospital and surgery I guess.”

“That’s good, maybe we should study together sometime? I know it’s not the same exact thing or whatever, but it’s nice to have company?”

“I would love that, tomorrow? I mean if you’re free. We can go to the coffee shop or library or anything really?”

“Yeah, just knock around 10?”

“Okay. Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow??”

“Yes, absolutely. Have a good night, y/n”

“You too, Seok.”

Trying to get comfortable in your bed, some pesky person kept lighting up your phone screen, reaching over to turn on do not disturb you and realized it was Heather. She was asking a bunch of interrogating questions about your new friend Seokmin, begging you to bring him over tomorrow.

Unfortunately for you, you knew her interest in him was about to make your new relationship a very complicated one.

[masterqwertster]

For the five fun facts AU game, would love some more facts on the Ruby Hells AU! (Also hope you do end up having a fun Thanksgiving!)

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

Okay, yes, good ask.

Honestly, Ruby Hells is one of the AUs I need to give a major overhaul to since we've hit the endgame and actually know what all the Moon Plot is and the party's backgrounds and connections to it.

So have the reworked base:

🤫 Fearne's sire is Athion Zathuda. His goal is to live vicariously through her and pageant mom her into being She Who Devoured the Gods. In the interest of doing that, and seeing as the Unseelie Court is aware of Ludinus's fey munchies, Zathuda is doing his best to keep the tempting meal of Ruidusborn Fey Fearne far away from that unloved wizard while also trying to Exalt her.

Which is a little tricky because he had to make a joint custody deal with Nana Morri after the Unseelie managed to capture Fearne during one of her wanderings, rather than having Morri raining down the fire and doom to get her granddaughter back. So any time Fearne is feeling too overwhelmed/traumatized by the Exalting attempts, she goes running back to Nana to make it all better.

Morri is happy to be handily winning the Favorite Parent title. Though Zathuda got some points when he gave Fearne a whistle that allows her to call Gloamgut to her, when the dragon isn't busy attending Zathuda.

Zathuda's cruelty leaves Fearne much more aware of her lines in the sand and a lot more ruthless about people crossing them. Going for the throat to protect what's hers is just habit now.

After a particularly traumatizing Exalting attempt (they're running out of time. The Apogee Solstice is a little over a year away), Nana decides to use her custody to send Fearne on a trip to the Prime Material Plane, have her deliver the Weave Lens to Ollie and Birdie. If her Fearnie-bear wants to kill the parents that have essentially abandoned her, Morri will be sad to see Birdie go, but she loves her granddaughter more. Fearne is definitely mad that Birdie and Ollie didn't warn her about Zathuda being her sire and how much of a jerk he is. And she's mad that that jerk is at least here while they just left her. And Fearne's maybe hoping that Zathuda would be a little proud of her, a little nicer, if she could succeed at this thing he wants done, even though he hasn't asked her in particular to do it. (Fearne's had some flings and learned some things from Yu)

And so Fearne goes off to have her EXU Prime adventures .

🤫Laudna is still getting "safety" and resources from the Vanguard, though she's pretty ambivalent about the destroy the gods goal. She works her way up to an R&D section chief in the Ruby Vanguard (or one of its covering subsidiaries) still thanks to the help of Delilah's archmage-level knowledge of magic.

Laudna has also learned a lot of surviving in cut-throat internal politics, which Delilah has helped her navigate, because given the way they treat everyone else and the fact that it's a cult, I figure that's the way the Vanguard is.

Delilah wants her presence kept secret because while the magical experimentation going on could give her an out from riding shotgun in Laudna's brain, she might not be independently functional depending on how they separate her from Laudna. Laudna agrees because at least Delilah can't afford to betray her, and she still has a lot to learn from Delilah.

Because it's the Vanguard, Laudna and Delilah eventually got to dabble in dunamancy, so when they heard about an attempt on a shipment of Potions of Possibility, Delilah encouraged Laudna to investigate what happened, do a little micro-managing, see what resources are out there beyond the Vanguard as a backup for when it's time to get out of dodge. Delilah has her own agenda and Ludinus's agenda is eventually going to be untenable for the pursuit of hers. Also, Laudna has her doubts and disillusions about the "safety" the Vanguard supplies, so she's mostly ready to leave when things become to tenuous to continue where she is.

They find Ashton, a living source of dunamis that's theirs for the taking and researching. Delilah is so excited for the possibilities her own dunamantic source opens up.

So they buy out Ashton's contract/debt with Hexum and tell the Vanguard he's a bodyguard/side project on genasi elemental energies (something the Cerberus Assembly has been trying to work on for a while). Laudna can't tell the Vanguard the dunamantic truth about Ashton, or they'll take him away for (painful) experimentation (and Ludinus will use them as a sippy cup of power if he can't just drain them dry in one go).

So Laudna and Delilah are quietly, secretly studying Ashton's dunamancy. And stumbling upon the titan level/style of elemental energy slumbering in him, disappointed that waking it up would probably be a loud event that would put enough focus on Ashton for someone else to notice their dunamis infusion.

But Delilah's definitely thrilled at the power source they've stumbled upon. While Laudna is making friends with Ashton because she can talk frankly with them, given his presence there is full indication of how thin her loyalty to the Vanguard is. It's a weird friendship given they could both decide to destroy the other by revealing the other's secrets, but it's real.

FCG is eventually given to Laudna's department to study. Ashton kind of bullies her into being gentle with them, and she and Ashton basically adopt Fresh Cut Grass between them.

🤫Ashton owes Laudna a debt, a huge debt. She got him away from Hexum, and she's helping him figure out the weird chaos magic. She even found weird elemental power in him that they're slowly working on with promises to look into it and Hishari more deeply if/when they're not trying to sneak around the power hungry upper management. (Also, he doesn't mind the Destroy the Gods goal at all. Fuckers pick favorites and no one can counter them because they're so powerful)

And Laudna's weird, but in a good way, a cool way. And she's pretty nice to him. Keeps him fed and in good health. Explains her studies of them and their results. She's kind. (and Ashton cares too much and is horrible at not getting attached) So Ashton does his cover job and acts as Laudna's bodyguard that she only kind of needs. Spooky gal is good with the magic, but sometimes a little muscle goes a long way.

Then Fresh Cut Grass is handed over to their R&D section and it takes less than a week for Ashton to decide that FCG is their precious baby to be protected. It doesn't take a lot of convincing to get Laudna to be as gentle as possible in her study of the aeormaton. And FCG is not a great therapist, but they care and they try, and they keep the secrets they're given.

🤫Eventually a higher up from a different R&D department figures out/stumbles upon Ashton's dunamantic properties. And Laudna (Delilah) kills that researcher to protect Ashton (such a precious resource Delilah cannot, will not lose).

Knowing that the Vanguard's protection has just about run its course, Laudna, with the help of Delilah's archmage necromancy, convincingly fakes hers, Ashton's, and FCG's deaths/destruction so they can run away without pursuit (Delilah doesn't mind taking FCG because free healing and a hostage to keep Ashton in line if necessary).

They run off to Jrusar, where Ashton's got connections that are good for lying low. Including Milo and the Krook house, which has a magical workshop where FCG can be maintenanced and Laudna can have some magical tools for her studies/experiments.

🤫Imogen would not end up with Laudna, Ashton, and FCG pre-campaign. It just doesn't make sense when Ludinus would want Ashton under his personal control/to eat as essentially a living beacon, and Laudna's a traitor to the Vanguard that they'd want dead.

So instead, Imogen was sent to go fetch Fearne, as Zathuda got desperate enough to Exalt Fearne in time for the Solstice as to finally cave in and ask Liliana for help. But Liliana is busy with her other duties, and it's a pretty simple and safe mission, so she sends Imogen to fetch the fey ruidusborn to be brought back for Exalting.

The mission does not go so quick because when Imogen catches up with Fearne (and the Crown Keepers), Fearne is having a great time adventuring/working on the assassination mission. And being Fearne, she convinces Imogen to hang around, have fun, and take advantage of the fact that the timeline for getting Fearne back to Liliana is "sometime before the Solstice," which is months away.

Which means Imogen comes into the campaign with the EXU trio. She's gotten to have more theatre kid time with Dorian. Witchy bitched it up with Fearne (and Opal to some degree). And Orym has been seeing the leader in her. Which frankly terrifies Imogen a bit, given what she's seen of what Liliana's position of leadership put her through.

Imogen is enamored with Laudna pretty much on sight because of music thoughts. And is slowly, quietly horrified to learn through her semi-passive mindreading that Laudna (and Ashton and FCG) is on the run from the Vanguard. Why would the Vanguard, who's going to save the world, want to hurt someone as kind and amazing as Laudna?

But why would they hurt innocent people like Orym's family? Imogen has now been to Zephrah, seen the graves and Orym's mourning. She knows a description of Otohan when she hears it. But she can't tell Orym. What if he hates her for working with Otohan, for being a part of the larger goal that attack must have served? (They wouldn't just kill innocent people for no reason, right? Right, mama??)

[gabessquishytum]

Can I go back to alien!Dream, oviposition, and more-into-it-than-he-should-be!Hob for a minute?

Alien!Dream has lucked out with his choice of mate. Hob is endearing, joyful, very much into Dream. They are absolutely in love by the time they arrive at Dream's ship. There, Hob shows Dream that he's really into all of it. All the better! He accepts Dream's eggs perfectly; it's the largest clutch Dream's ever been able to lay. And Hob is turned on by and proud of his big belly.

The thing is, even though Dream's species rarely ever find mates for life, thanks to the nature of their reproduction (kidnapping potential mates and making them carry eggs), he would love to keep Hob. And Hob would love to stay with Dream. That's not the problem. But Hob is ecstatic about the kids. And Dream believes Hob will be disappointed and then he'll hate Dream.

Dream thinks that Hob imagines the kids as tiny human/alien mixed babies, but in reality, the eggs will turn into larvae, which Hob will birth, and those will remain, well, ugly and uncute for several months before they hatch into alien kids. And Hob loves his big belly and his eggs, but will he love the reality?

The answer is yes, of course. Dream is tearing up while Hob pushes the larvae out. He thinks Hob will run away now. But nope. It's love at first sight. Hob gently cradles them to his chest, carries them to the bed Dream has created for them, and all the while they wiggle against their momma happily, clearly loving Hob right back even though their cognitive functions aren't that developed yet.

Hob becomes a loving mom and Dream has his happy family and happy mate. Hob even becomes a bit overprotective, which gets annoying. ("Are you sure they can eat that? That doesn't look like it's good enough for them. They are just babies!" "Hob, my species literally produces this liquid to feed our offspring; it is perfect for them." "But shouldn't we at least add vitamin D to every other feeding? They need to be strong!")

And when the kids hatch and look just like Dream but with Hob's character, he falls in love all over again. He teaches them Earth kid games and skills that he considers important. But it's only a few months before they are adult by alien standards and they leave to have adventures of their own. (Not without a lot of fussing from mama.)

Thankfully, Dream is nearly due for another cycle. Who knows, maybe this time Hob will be able to take even more eggs! They could have the largest clutch in history together! Dream will definitely try.

- 🚒

Frfr I am wild about this. Here's the link to the first alien ask.

Hob is so excited about his first clutch of babies!! Every day he gets noticeably bigger and rounder and every day he stands in front of the mirror and admires himself. He's so proud of himself for carrying these babies so well! He's determined to give them the absolute best ever start inside his body, so he easily agrees when Dream insists that he rest as much as possible. The pregnancy is uncomfortable (especially during the egg -> larvae stage, that feels incredibly weird) but Hob takes it all in his stride. It helps that Dream is attentive to all his needs and pays such lavish attention to his growing belly. Its hard to feel bad when there's a beautiful alien kissing between your thighs.

While Dream stresses and panics as Hob finally gives birth to the larvae, Hob stays remarkably calm. It isn't painful like human labour, in fact the kids helpfully just wiggle right out of him. Hob is quite aware that they're...... unique. They certainly won't win any baby beauty pageants. But they're his, and he's nourished them for months and he loves them, however weird they are. He's a mama now and his babies will have so much love, they won't know what to do with it all!

(Dream draws the line when it comes to the little sweaters that Hob knits for the larvae. As adorable as it is, they're just too slimey for clothes right now. Hob huffs and just starts knitting stuff for when they hatch instead.)

Bringing up the babies is definitely weird - they're very independent, although they dote on their mama and always accept cuddles when offered. But soon Hob is secretly missing the physical sensations of pregnancy. He misses his huge rotund belly and having Dream’s attention on him all the time. He wants another clutch, and he tells Dream shyly as they eat dinner one evening.

Dream is thrilled that his mate has decided to stay long term! He sweeps Hob up into his arms and hugs him tightly. He'll give Hob so many babies, and their shared children will spread across the universe, carrying everything that Hob has taught them. Dream has never considered himself lucky, but now he knows that he is. He found a soulmate. Dream’s species will tell tales of their love for ages to come, how their children spread far and wide throughout the stars and secured a generation of their kind.

He can't wait to consumate their love yet again and fill Hob to the brim with eggs - and the main reason is because he knows that Hob fucking loves it. He's going to make his mate very, very happy.

[maro0on]

AGATHA HARKNESS QUOTES:

"thats adorable, my thoughts are not available to you toots"

"i promise i wont bite" "i actually did bite a kid once"

"OH hello dear, I'm agnes, your neightbor to the right, MY right not YOURS"

"that macrame isnt gonna hitch itself"

"if one of you two could take a quick look I'd appreciate it, its right here-"

"my mother-in-law was in town, so i wasn't"

"Do you think our mom is okay?" "Oh, for sure! Oh, you don't have to worry about your mom. Your mom can do anything. She's supermom." "Ralph says I sugarcoat things. But you try telling a 10-year-old that his mother is cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs."

"lavender, supposed to have a calming effect. ralph sprays it on me every night but theres no taming THIS tiger"

"what kind of house wife would i be if i didnt have a gourmet meal for four just lying about the place"

"i think i got there in the nick of time. cuz she was one split end away from cutting her own bangs"

"your reaction to the bombing of your civilian apartment building and the murder of your PARENTS was to join an anti freedom terrorist organization"

"morning dennis" "morning agnes" "stick em up" "oh, dont shoot im just the messenger" "haha pew pew"

"how is anybody doing this SOBER"

"did you lose power too?" "oh sure did, but ralph looks better in the dark so im not complaining"

"is there anything i can do for you?" "you know what? i DO have a suspicious mole on my back that i JUST cant see"

"Señor Scratchy just loves the stage. He played baby Jesus in last year's Christmas pageant."

"Are you sure you don't want an audience volunteer named "My husband Ralph"?"

"Wanda, can I give you a bit of friendly advice?" "Is it about the way I'm dressed?" "Yes, but it's too late for that."

"Kids. You can't control 'em. No matter how hard you try."

"Oh. Don't mind me. I'm just looking for your dark liquor." "What?" "Not for me. For the twins. What kind of babysitter do you think I am?"

"You have no idea how dangerous you are. You're supposed to be a myth. A being capable of spontaneous creation, and here you are, using it to make breakfast for dinner."

"Oh, this is awkward. Your ex and your boyfriend together at the same party. Who are you gonna choose, Wanda?"

"Same story, different century. There'll always be torches and pitchforks for ladies like us, Wanda."

"Just blast me, you bitches!"

"Witches like you are the reason people think we poison apples and eat babies." "Babies are delicious."

"Why do you let them believe those things about you?" "Because the truth is too awful."

[angelicvee]

anyone else but you chapter 5: you'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling wc: 2.6 k dont chase after girls in the middle of rush hour.. someone is bound to get hurt

It was just coffee.. Nothing special. Just coffee. Its not like they were going on a date or meeting to unpack every unfortunate event that had unfolded between them. Coffee couldn't fix anything really but it was a start. A beautiful fresh start. Annie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of her sweater for the third time. It was ridiculous, she thought, to be this nervous about a simple coffee. But it wasn’t just coffee, and it wasn’t just anyone. It was Victoria. What if the brunette made fun of her order like she used to. How would she even process that stupid little laugh she always used to let out after poking fun at the small things. The meaningless habits annie used to have. She always used to get so embarrassed…especially when it came to eating. Victoria ordered black coffee every time they went out, she was definitely just trying to be edgy at first but somewhere along the line it became something she actually enjoyed. On the other hand annie would order some form of caramel coffee that smelt of pure sugar and diabetes. It was the one bit of ‘cheat’ food she got to indulge in…. Though vicky always laughed at her sickly sweet choice Her reflection stared back at her, betraying the flurry of emotions beneath the surface. She glanced over at her phone, the confirmation message from Victoria still glowing on the screen: Can’t wait to catch up, it’s been too long. A small smile tugged at the corner of Annie’s mouth, but it quickly faded. It had been too long. years, in fact. Years since their paths had diverged, since life had pulled them in different directions. Years since Annie had last felt that gnawing ache in her chest whenever she thought about Victoria. —--- “Annie hurry up… its a coffee shop not a runway. Get your shoes on alreadyyy!” victoria called out down the hall, shivering in her slightly oversized jacket as she awaited her friend. It had been what felt like centuries since the duo went on one of their little outings.. Mostly because donna january had been parading her daughter around the pageant circuit like some poor little show pony. The blonde accepted it like she was supposed to. She hated it though. Yes she wanted to be a hero, she wanted to help people.. But these stupid pageants felt like torture at times. And the training she had to endure in order to win was trialling to say the least. The worst part wasnt any of those little things though. It was the amount of distance between victoria and herself. Annie needed that girl like she needed air to breath. Honestly it felt a little suffocating sometimes. Not their friendship.. But the yearning and pining she secretly experienced behind those pretty little eyes of hers.

“Vicky just give me a second.. Please! I cant find my jacket” the blonde eventually replied in a sort of frantic tone. Like this jacket was seriously upsetting her and the fact she couldnt find it would most likely plague her mind all day if it didnt show up soon. The blonde was just like that.. She put a lot of effort into everything.. Mainly because she wanted victoria to notice her. Like really notice her.. Which the brunette already did. In her own quiet way. “Its in my hands.. Now come onnnn im cold and its cold.. And im sure your mom isnt fan of the..cold air rushing through this big open door im desperate to walk out of…!” victoria just wanted to go and spend some time with annie. The blonde was probably her favourite person. They were inseparable.. Well inseparable in spirit. Stan thought it was sweet. He was just pleased victoria had a friend in all honesty. He was however much more aware of the smaller details than ms january would ever be. He had sat through hours upon hours of victoria rambling on about her friend. Sometimes he chose not to ask about his daughter’s day to avoid said rambles.. But that was after long stressful work days, not because he didnt care.

Annie finally made her way down the hall, the heels on her little winter boots clicking against the hard wood floor as she let out a cute little smile and politely snatched her coat from the brunette. “Youre my knight in shining armour” she sang, adjusting her outfit and slipping an arm through victoria’s very casually. It was a friend thing.. Nothing more. *nothing more* she thought to herself, shutting the door behind them both and braving the cold. —---- Annie took a few deep breaths before fighting with her hair. It had too look pretty.. *she had to look pretty for victoria.* She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, trying to shake off the memories that had been tormenting her all morning. Hughie’s face flashed in her mind, his goofy smile and earnest eyes. He was a good guy, maybe the best she’d ever known. But even he couldn’t quiet the small voice in the back of her mind that whispered Victoria’s name in the quiet moments. As the supe slipped on her shoes, she felt the familiar weight of guilt settle in her stomach. Hughie didn’t deserve this he didn’t deserve a girlfriend who was so tangled up in her past that she couldn’t fully be present in the now. But how could she explain it to him? How could she explain the way her heart still skipped a beat whenever she thought of Victoria? How could she tell him that even after all this time, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly moved on? She didnt really know what moving on felt like if she was completely honest. And truthfully, she didnt really want to find out.

Annie shook her head, trying to push the irritatingly persistent thoughts back into the little mental box she kept them in. This wasn’t the time for introspection. It was just coffee. Two old friends catching up. She grabbed her coat, trying to ignore the way her hands trembled as she buttoned it up. Fumbling over each button as she pondered over silly little memories and worries.

As she stepped out into the crisp autumn air, she felt a strange mix of excitement and dread. What would she even say to Victoria? How would she explain her absence, the way she’d distanced herself all those years ago? Would Victoria even care? Leaves creased and crumpled under the soles of annie’s boots. She chose her timberlands with small patterns embroidered into them. They were actually a gift.. From maeve of all people. The blonde had been so incredibly surprised by the gesture, she dint really think of maggie as an embroidery kind of person.. Although the supe did keep her life on the low.. There was a lot she kept secret.

The blonde arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early, the familiar chime of the doorbell ringing in her ears as she stepped inside. The warm scent of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around her, but it did little to calm her nerves. She spotted an empty table near the window and made her way over, her heart pounding in her chest. Victoria seemed to put a lot of strain on her poor little heart huh?

Minutes ticked by as she sat there, fidgeting with the edge of her napkin. Her eyes flicked between the city moving outside and the door. Leaves fell outside, drifting delicately to the floor before getting trampled by sudden rushes of people mostly heading to work. Despite attempting to seem nonchalant, the sound of the door opening and closing terrorised the blonde. Sending a jolt of anxiety through her every single time. Finally, the door swung open, and there she was..Victoria. Annie’s breath caught in her throat. Victoria looked... different, but in a way that only made Annie’s heart ache more. She was as beautiful as ever, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes sharp and searching as they locked onto Annie’s. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of the years hanging heavy between them.

Victoria broke the silence first, her smile warm but guarded as she walked over. “Annie,” she said softly, sliding into the seat across from her. “It’s good to see you.”

Annie tried to smile, but it felt forced, unnatural. “Yeah, it’s... been a while.”

There was an awkward pause, both of them unsure of how to bridge the gap that had formed between them. Victoria’s eyes flicked down to Annie’s hands, still fidgeting with the napkin, and a shadow of something unreadable passed over her face.

“So, how’s everything?” Victoria asked, her voice casual, but there was an undercurrent of tension that neither of them could ignore.

Annie swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet Victoria’s gaze. “Good,” she lied. “Everything’s... good. I’m, um, well you know about hughie...”

Victoria’s smile faltered for just a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Annie to notice. “He’s great, Annie. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks,” the blonde replied quickly, the word heavy on her tongue. She didn’t know why she’d brought up Hughie, as if saying his name could create some sort of barrier between her and the feelings that were clawing at her insides like rabid animals.

Another silence settled over them, thicker this time. Annie searched for something to say, anything to fill the void, but every thought felt too dangerous, too close to the truth she wasn’t ready to face.

“Victoria,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “I—”

But before she could continue, Victoria’s phone buzzed on the table, cutting through the tension. Victoria glanced at the screen, her expression tightening, and Annie felt a pang of disappointment that she quickly tried to bury.

“Sorry, it’s work,” Victoria said, her tone apologetic but distant. “I have to take this.”

Annie nodded, watching as Victoria stood up and walked a few steps away to answer the call. She stared out the window, her heart heavy. She wondered if it was possible to drown in emotions. She was sure that was happening to her as she reflected on the pathetic conversation they had been attempting. As she watched Victoria speak into the phone, her expression shifting from concern to something darker, Annie couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something, something important.

When Victoria returned, she seemed more guarded than before, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Sorry about that,” she said, sitting back down. “Where were we?” there was definitely something victoria had chosen not to delve into. Something she was hiding beneath the surface of those pretty chocolate eyes and false smiles. The woman really had become a mystery, a woman made from years and years of carefully thought out lies and stories.

Annie forced a smile, but her heart wasn’t in it. “It’s okay,” she said, but the words felt hollow. There was so much she wanted to say, but the moment had passed, and she wasn’t sure if she’d ever get it back. She wasnt even sure if she wanted it back anymore

As they continued their stilted conversation, both of them carefully avoiding the topics that truly mattered, Annie couldn’t help but feel that this coffee was just the beginning of something more complicated than either of them were prepared for. Like she had just taken the most stupid leap of faith.. Except her heart wasnt all the way in it. So really there was very little to hope for.

Honestly she had no clue what she was doing. God this felt scarier than the looming blonde threat she faced daily. Annie could confidently say she would pick an elevator alone with homelander over this awkward coffee date in a heartbeat.

“Annie.. Why did you really call me? Forgive me for saying this but.. I just find it hard to believe you really wanted to reach out all of a sudden. I mean its been years” the brunette suddenly spoke up. Her tone sort of cut off from any semblance of emotion. Victoria was always good at hiding her feelings. Annie however didnt have that skill. That was made clear when her eyes glassed up over a few simple words. How pathetic was that?

Victoria felt a little bad for even speaking once she caught sight of her old friend. The girl looked like she had just received the worst news of her life. It was horrible. “Dont get me wrong… im glad you did.. But this feels a little forced doesnt it? Maybe we just need to let the past rest?”

How could she say that? How could she sound so gentle and so reassuring while those vile words spewed out of her?

This wasnt real. Annie found herself pinching her leg subtly, her mouth opening and closing over and over as she struggled to find words. Nothing came out, nothing wanted to. The blonde felt a little tear run down her cheek, then she felt victoria stand. Why was she getting up? Why couldnt she follow her?

“Ill pay.. My way of congratulating you on achieving your dreams..” The congress woman smiled. It was as though she couldnt see annie and her devastated reaction, asthough that was all in the blonde’s head and really she had been smiling along.

It took victoria stepping out in the cold for the blonde to finally move. Scurrying after her, pushing through people. Person after person all just seemed to get in the way. It was like the universe laughing at her from above. Separating them after they had finally found one another. God she probably shoved through a billion people to catch up with victoria.

Victoria could hear the blonde. Well she could hear her heartbeat. The supe could pinpoint that heartbeat in any crowd. Sometimes she found herself listening to it at in the office. She noticed every little change, every slight increase. Sometimes, when it really increased she had to hold back from calling up stan edgar and forcing him to pull his little supe club in line. The congress woman didnt want to hear it though. Not now. Not while she desperately strode through the bustling streets. Tears streaming down her perfectly sculpted face. Hands wiping the crystal streams away as she tried to think of literally anything but the hero.. Who had adverts at what seemed like every turn.

It just got louder and louder until a hand snaked over her shoulder, tugging her back with an unexpected force. Annie probably shouldnt have yanked the poor woman back but.. Well she wasnt thinking straight. Although her adrenaline rush came to a sudden halt as an earth shattering migraine washed over her.

It felt as though her head might explode

“Fuck-!” she whined, pressing at her temples before the pain just vanished. A light ache left in its place for a few moments. “Victoria.. i want to get to know you again. Please just listen to me”

“Annie.. I really think you need to just let go.. This isnt worth it.. We arent worth it.”

fuck if those words were a blade they would draw more blood than the blonde had in her body. They could break the coldest of hearts. “We arent worth it..” she repeated, her eyes welling up again. Hand reaching for the woman’s shoulder as she mindlessly dragged her into the closest alleyway. Annie wasnt thinking. She had stopped doing that a few days ago

[aidanbishop]

THE BASICS:

FULL NAME: Aidan Michael Bishop

NICKNAMES: Aidan

AGE & BIRTHDAY: 32 & October 30, 1992

BIRTHDAY PLACE: Austin, TX

GENDER IDENTITY: Cis man, he/him

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS: Single

ZODIAC: ☼ Scorpio ☾ Capricorn ↑ Pisces

+ TRAITS: Resilient, Loyal, Idealistic, Passionate

- TRAITS: Guarded, Candid, Contrarian, Vindictive

NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown

OCCUPATION: Unemployed

PERSONALITY:

A contrarian at heart, being told that he can't or won't do something is a surefire way to motivate Aidan. It's how he broke his arm climbing a tree that his sister said he'd never make it up. It's how he got stuck dating Janice Morgan for the entirety of ninth grade, all because his mom disliked her. There's nothing that he won't do to prove a point, even when said point is fundamentally wrong. Stubborn as a bull, he'll flare his nostrils and dig his heels in further, no matter how hard he's pushed. At the same time, Aidan carries a lot of pensive energy, giving off the vibe that he's judging each iota of movement around him -- which he is. He's polite enough to keep his mouth shut around strangers, but he's ruthless with family and hard on friends. He'll call it tough love, others might say he's a bully, but to-may-to, to-mah-to!

BIOGRAPHY:

To Aidan, life is a gamble, and he's in it for the long con. Every opportunity is a fresh start, a do-over, a chance to roll the dice again and see where the chips may fall. Unfortunately for him, though, Lady Luck rarely looks his way. He's survived countless bad investments (clubs, bars, a kitschy boutique that his then-girlfriend just knew she could fix up!), all encouraged by shitty friends who had even shadier connects. A short-lived motocross career awarded him with more hospital bills than trophies, and there's no forgetting the crash-and-burn band that cracked under the pressure of social drama before their lack of skill could ever catch up to them. Pure disinterest has always been the quickest killer of his ventures. Aidan's lived dozens of lives in his thirty-odd years of existence, and he's never managed to hold onto passion long enough to figure out where to put it before it fizzles out.

Unsurprisingly, he's backed himself into another devastating corner. A petty attempt at insurance fraud (arson isn't as slick as they make it seem on TV), and too many people wanting a piece of him had Aidan hightailing it out of Texas for the first time in his life, chasing the grapevine rumors that his cousin had settled in Merrock. It's a half-baked plan, and the sting of failure is fresh enough to keep Aidan in a sour mood, but he's hinging all his hopes on the chance that Kennedy's held onto some of that Southern hospitality, and won't mind putting him up for a few… well, a while. Beating out the snow on the drive to Maine in his crappy pickup truck has to be a good omen, at least, right?

Aidan's phone has been ringing off the hook. Friends are scrambling to locate him and family members are asking where he'll be for the holidays, but he's doing his best to block it all out. Hell, after growing up as the relatively invisible middle child in his household, it should be easy. His older brother is poised and set to inherit Bishop Ranch within the next few seasons, while his baby sister is flouncing through the pageant circuit in a stunning imitation of their estranged aunt's glory days. And his parents? They haven't called once, and he doesn't expect they will. Not until his mom realizes how long its been since he made a withdrawal from the family's bank account. From where he's at now, the solace of relative anonymity in Merrock is looking pretty damn good to Aidan.

EXTRA BITS:

the tl;dr breakdown: aidan's only been in merrock for a couple weeks (as of nov, 2024), and he's currently crashing at his cousin's place, all under the guise of wanting to "reconnect" and "bond" with ken like old times. the reality? he's buried under a mountain of bad decisions and she's his last lifeline.

as of now, though, aidan's still acting like his time in merrock is only a visit for the holidays. eventually, he will be looking for work (probs sooner rather than later) and apartment hunting when he's finally wore out his welcome 🙃

he grew up doing a lot of work on his family's ranch, so he's fairly handy and generally good with animals, but best with horses. honestly he has a very similar temperament to a horse, go figure

if you text him, he's answering u with a phone call 🚩🚩

generally would say he has no online presence too

big time fan of noise rock and post-hardcore bands. death grips, butthole surfers, anything steve albini was involved in producing - aidan's into it.

acts of service is his main love language <3 when it comes to receiving........ uh, don't ask.

certified winter hater!!! he's broken so many bones in his lifetime, he's walking around like a creaky 80yo the second there's a chill in the air. rip to his knees

still quite a daredevil tbh, he's the best person to go to if you wanna make a bad decision

CONNECTION IDEAS:

friends or neighbors of kennedy's! like i said, he's staying at her apartment for the time being, so he's probably v likely to have met some of the people in her circle already

future employers or references?? this will probably come down the line a ways, but anyone that would be willing to give aidan a hand up

fellow transplants from texas! maybe we could find some common overlap and weave a fun lil backstory there~

enemies <3 always <3 i love a good meet-ugly sitch

anyone else with waaaaay too much time on their hands and willing to shoot the breeze at a bar or smth. aidan's not that chatty, but he can always be reeled into a "you're wrong" debate.

AND i just have to say how much i love exploring dash chem and letting our muses lead us 💕 if you'd ever like a totally random thread, just give me a shout and i'll whip something up!!

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Jake Weary

full name: Aidan Michael Bishop

nickname(s) / goes by: Aidan

pronouns & gender: He/Him, Cis man

sexuality: Heterosexual

birth date: October 30, 1992

birth place: Austin, Texas

arrival to merrock: November 2024

housing: Downtown

occupation: Unemployed

work place: N/A

family: Michael & Caroline Bishop (parents), two siblings, Kennedy Warren (cousin)

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

A contrarian at heart, being told that he can't or won't do something is a surefire way to motivate Aidan. It's how he broke his arm climbing a tree that his sister said he'd never make it up. It's how he got stuck dating Janice Morgan for the entirety of ninth grade, all because his mom disliked her. There's nothing that he won't do to prove a point, even when said point is fundamentally wrong. Stubborn as a bull, he'll flare his nostrils and dig his heels in further, no matter how hard he's pushed. At the same time, Aidan carries a lot of pensive energy, giving off the vibe that he's judging each iota of movement around him -- which he is. He's polite enough to keep his mouth shut around strangers, but he's ruthless with family and hard on friends. He'll call it tough love, others might say he's a bully, but to-may-to, to-mah-to!

WRITTEN BY: B (she/her), PST.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: none.

To Aidan, life is a gamble, and he's in it for the long con. Every opportunity is a fresh start, a do-over, a chance to roll the dice again and see where the chips may fall. Unfortunately for him, though, Lady Luck rarely looks his way. He's survived countless bad investments (clubs, bars, a kitschy boutique that his then-girlfriend just knew she could fix up!), all encouraged by shitty friends who had even shadier connects. A short-lived motocross career awarded him with more hospital bills than trophies, and there's no forgetting the crash-and-burn band that cracked under the pressure of social drama before their lack of skill could ever catch up to them. Pure disinterest has always been the quickest killer of his ventures. Aidan's lived dozens of lives in his thirty-odd years of existence, and he's never managed to hold onto passion long enough to figure out where to put it before it fizzles out.

Unsurprisingly, he's backed himself into another devastating corner. A petty attempt at insurance fraud (arson isn't as slick as they make it seem on TV), and too many people wanting a piece of him had Aidan hightailing it out of Texas for the first time in his life, chasing the grapevine rumors that his cousin had settled in Merrock. It's a half-baked plan, and the sting of failure is fresh enough to keep Aidan in a sour mood, but he's hinging all his hopes on the chance that Kennedy's held onto some of that Southern hospitality, and won't mind putting him up for a few… well, a while. Beating out the snow on the drive to Maine in his crappy pickup truck has to be a good omen, at least, right?

Aidan's phone has been ringing off the hook. Friends are scrambling to locate him and family members are asking where he'll be for the holidays, but he's doing his best to block it all out. Hell, after growing up as the relatively invisible middle child in his household, it should be easy. His older brother is poised and set to inherit Bishop Ranch within the next few seasons, while his baby sister is flouncing through the pageant circuit in a stunning imitation of their estranged aunt's glory days. And his parents? They haven't called once, and he doesn't expect they will. Not until his mom realizes how long its been since he made a withdrawal from the family's bank account. From where he's at now, the solace of relative anonymity in Merrock is looking pretty damn good to Aidan.

[dompler91]

raps

tw// SH(birefly), slurs(none racial), hypersexuality(implied)

im not special just another fuckin faggot

life is a drag and my body im just draggin

i should win an award for not being in all the special classes

play this shit outside i dont want to appeal to the masses

roll up in a shitbox janky ass hitbox hard knocks no locks small cock crusty socks music rocks hit the docks

like im

hittin the blunt, try to outsmoke but youre the runt, im eatin and sleepin and fuckin all those ladies cunts

fuck you all, im gettin tall, i know how to ball, work at a mall my names saul the fuck is wrong with me ill just say shit to rhyme when it dont rhyme at all

to all you pricks: suck on my prick, im getting bricked, bitches want this

himbo bimbo depends on where the wind blows through my open window full show makin dough gettin nekked for it though

mugshot, look hot, wipe snot, let the blood clot while hes sitting on a cot, fuck cops

again, fuck you all, i dont give a shit, you got me here that was your own poor judgement stupid bitch

i dont even care if shes pregnant, if its wet she get the wet, rollin and pollin wearin nets

shoutout to the mets: i never played sports, i was the fat ugly r[]tarded type sorts never got picked never got hit on always got hit on this is the same shit ive always been on

im the same faggot, ill tag it, i bag it, sweat raggin in the summer- honestly? fuck your offense my defense is self expression

enter mr great depression way im droppin value like im rotting inside out- where the fuck is MY clout?

others got what they want, ive never got a croissant, ok maybe im lying but i need a good song, faggot!

stick to your damn lane keep it in your head man sick in the doodle keep going like its a damn shame

call me your majesty i win at no pageants see, i was not supposed to be here im about to be an emergency, the urge to see, blood drip, life slip, blade clip, suck dick

i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself, eyes off that shelf go fuck yourself dont ask me for a goddamn story

talk to me and ill get you gory cause youre whorey and slutty hit you like a nutty buddy

nobody wants to see me party, ferarri, potty, im just sayin shit, doodoo fart, peso

my mom called to ask "do you have a new dude" smart, but she has her ways so i gotta tell her im gay yo, thats my issue bro.

court dismissed, faggot.

[NOTES- these lyrics arent for or by me. theyre actually by @dookdizawsum, i helped write them and got permission to share]

[the-weeping-author]

Soft skin, broken hearts (Prologue)

A/N: Hey guys!! This is my first stranger things fic in a long time, I really hope you guys like this. I’m super happy with how it turned out, and I can’t wait to continue this. If you want to be tagged in this or any other Steve fic just let me know! Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Summary: Roseanne Jones had it all, a loving mother, father, and siblings. However her first summer at her grandparents in years changed all of that in a flash. Which ended with her letting herself go, will she spiral down into the dark tunnel, or with a certain Brunette be able to pull her out of it? Even after all he’s done.

Word count: 3,323

Warnings: cussing, abuse, mentions of death, intrusive thoughts.

Tag list: @pappydaddy @lenassaviorsblog

Please enjoy ☺️

Growing up in Hawkins was rough, especially being known as the local town porker. The name came easily at the beginning of third grade, it was the year I went to my grandparents for the summer. I still recalled the drive to my grandmothers, my mom told me about how scrutinizing she was. Always criticizing others so they fit in her “image” my mother was no exception, in fact when my mother married my father she almost disowned her. My father never fit into her family dreams, her and my grandfather always made it their purpose to let him know he brought nothing to the table.

“My goodness look at how you’ve grown, honey have you been a twig your whole life?”

My shoulders tensed at her words, and my bottom lip wobbled. My mother’s voice rang out from behind me as she shut the trunk of her jeep. She quickly stood beside me, and grabbed my hand, squeezing it softly. I looked at her instantly, meeting her eyes she sent me a soft smile before it quickly dropped looking at her mother.

“Her size doesn’t matter mom, just because you wanted us to be pageant girls doesn’t mean I want the same for my kids.”

My grandmother's mouth twitched softly, and she looked at my mother before she rolled her eyes casually. She waved my mother off before turning her attention back to me, my grandparents had money. Their front yard alone screamed it, there was a huge fountain in the middle of her driveway, a three car garage, and an intercom at her front door. I looked around at the overwhelming yard, and gulped softly. A man walking up took my attention off the yard, and back to my mother and grandmother making them stop their boring conversation.

“I hate to intrude, madam, but I’m going to take these to the young masters room.”

She looked at the blonde butler before waving him off, she then turned back to my mother while he grabbed my bags. He descended into the house, and my grandmother pulled me to her side. The old lady perfume violated my senses as it forced its way into my nose, I immediately held my breath hoping to get away from the revolting smell. Once my mother and grandmother got done talking my mom looked at me before tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart we’ll be back to get you at the end of the summer, if you need us please don’t hesitate to call me.”

I nodded my head at her, and gave her one last long hug. When she pulled away I waved bye to my father already giving him love before we got here because he refused to get out of the car. My mother gave me one more reassuring smile before shifting her gaze to her mother. The once warm smile left her face, and she widened her eyes a bit before my grandmother sent me towards the house while her and my mother finished their conversation. That day was the last time I spoke to either of my parents again. My fate once had me in a small three bedroom house with my loving family, but now I occupied a room in a cold, loveless mansion. However now I had access to whatever I wanted, but it always came with a price.

My parents funeral was a week later, and for once in my life I felt utterly alone. I turned to food to deal with my parents absence, and my siblings radio silence. Both of them were older than I was, and they decided to leave Hawkins once the accident happened. Abandoning me with my cruel grandparents, they would call and check on me once a week. Until they just stopped reaching out all together, and that’s when it went further down hill. The year I started 8th grade was completely different, and my grandparents noticed that something was off. They just never cared, they weren’t any better than my siblings.

Before eighth grade I weighed maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds, but by the end of it I weighed almost a hundred and fifty. Instead of loving me for me like my mother taught me my grandparents both made me feel ashamed. My grandfather mostly, he always mentioned my mother would be so disappointed to see me so big. That no one would want to be around a “fat” girl, that I would always be alone because of my weight. Hearing that didn’t help matters at all, dresses turned into jeans and sweaters, tank tops turned into jackets, and skirts turned into capri pants.

I never heard my name anymore, it was always some insult hidden behind a sweet name. My grandmother called me squirrel, and my grandfather nicknamed me Hoover after the vacuum because apparently that’s what I reminded him of every time I ate. It got to the point where I had my personal maid put my food up until I knew they were nowhere In sight. I used to love myself however after my parents died I just pulled away from everything. My mental sanity included. Once the school year ended is when blind dates started, if I knew that everything I got/asked for came with the price it did I wouldn’t have asked.

My grandmother would always be at work, or hanging out with her elderly friends at the country club. While they made sure to chat with everyone they kept me a secret, when we would arrive at the country club a new guy of the week would be at the front waiting for me. Once the date was over they’d take me back to the country club, and let my grandparents know how the date went. At first I didn’t like the idea, but I knew what would happen if I refused to go on the dates I’d get scolded and sent to my room without dinner for a few days because I could skip a few meals. It wouldn’t kill me, but the way they were treating me did.

The year of 1983 hit Hawkins in panic, it was the first time a child ever went missing. That year I always heard my grandparents speak about Will Byers, or as they referred to him as that missing Byers kid, I haven’t seen the Byers since my parents died. Miss Joyce used to babysit me while my parents worked, Johnathan and I used to be thick as thieves. However once I moved to the snobby part of Hawkins our friendship obviously ended, why was it Destined for me to lose everyone important in my life.

My parents, Miss Joyce, Johnathan, and now Will. Why won’t it stop? Why has this become my new life? Will I ever be happy again? I closed my eyes feeling tears slip down my chunky face as I looked at the brightly lit sky, the stars twinkled brightly despite my tears. I knew it had to get better, I knew my life wasn’t as worthless as I was led to believe. I knew my mother would want more for me, so this year was going to be different. This summer was going to be different, I just knew it. However I just wish u knew how different it was going to be.

My days that revolve around food were over, I was in high school now. The fat girl stigma had to end, and I would see to it that it did even if it killed me. The kids in 8th grade immediately noticed my weight change, and the names kept piling on. Miss Piggy, Lardass, Beauregarde, Jumbo, and Landwhale were a few names I got called. Specifically by Tommy Hagen, Carol Perkins, but most importantly Steve Harrington. I saw his parents and him around the country club, but I never had the chance to talk to him. I was always ushered away by my next “Casanova”. When the school year of eighth grade ended I made it a point to get a gym membership, and when I wasn’t at the gym I was going on walks or watching Jazzercise tapes.

A week before school started, and now I had to buy new clothes. I went from a hundred and fifty pounds to a hundred and thirty five, but that still wasn’t enough for my grandfather. He still puts me down constantly, even after all the hard work I put into my new self. My grandmother wasn’t ever as harsh as he was, but she always put her two cents in. I remember being a macys looking at dresses when she turned to look at me with a frown pulling at her lips.

“Oh Roseanne this would look so cute on you, but only if you didn’t have all of those stretch marks.”

I rolled my eyes harshly at her, and huffed biting the inside of my cheek. Before she could say anything else I turned to look at her, my strawberry blonde hair swayed behind my shoulders while I glared at her.

“You know if you looked in the mirror you’d see your skin wasn’t perfect either no matter how many moisturizers you use.”

Her mouth fell open before she walked closer to me, I flinched instinctively while a sly grin pulled at her mouth making her smile slyly. She put the dress back on the rack before she grabbed my arm with a tight grip making me wince softly, she led me to the front of the store before she hummed softly walking me outside to the car.

“Well since you have a mouth like your father I will treat you like him, you will wear whatever we get for you. If you don't, you won’t go to school, and don’t think I’m bluffing. I'll pull you out and homeschool you that way I can make sure your hurtful words make you miserable.”

“Being around you and grandpa makes me miserable enough, you aren’t my mother, and You never will be her so stop trying to replace her.”

Her mouth opened and closed, and as I looked in her eyes I could see that my words hurt her. However I didn’t care, why should I care about people who obviously didn’t care about me. The material things didn’t make up for the verbal abuse I constantly dealt with, they constantly threw my parents in my face. Day in and day out it was always something she got into the car, and I quickly followed in her steps. This was far from over.

“When we get home go straight to your room, and don’t come out for the rest of the day. I don’t want to see you at all.”

I smiled softly at her before throwing my head back against the headrest, I picked at my nails replying nonchalantly.

“My pleasure, you got a deal, if this was how you treated my mother then I understand why she left. I understand why she stopped talking to you and that man you call your husband.”

“Roseanne Ruby Jones, Don’t talk about your grandfather like that. He loves you, he loved your mother, he has nothing to do with this so leave him out of it and I mean it.”

I laughed sourly at her, and I turned in my seat to face her. Heat rushing to my cheeks, I slammed my fist on the middle console before my voice raised an octave.

“He has everything to do with this! Him and you both were the cause for my weight gain, you both have caused me nothing but more pain since my parents death. If you treated me like you treated my mother neither one of you deserved her as your child, and You damn sure don’t deserve the grandchildren you have because you’re both just hateful don’t worry either, I won't come out of my room for the next three days. Lock me up like a prisoner, it doesn't matter anymore.”

Tears lined her eyes, and her hands tightened around the steering wheel. She faced the road not saying anything else, once we arrived at the entrance of the house the tension in the car was thick. The gates couldn’t open fast enough, when we pulled into the driveway I threw the car door open running inside. The maids, and butlers looked at me with concern on their faces as I rushed up the staircase. As soon as I got to my room I threw the door open, and slammed it as hard as I could. I walked over to the intercom beside my door, and quickly turned it off. I locked my room door before turning my record player on, drowning out any sounds outside of my room.

I laid face down on my bed, and buried my face into the pillow before I started sobbing. I hated crying over them, but why couldn’t they just treat me like I was a human? Was it impossible for them to love anything other than themselves and money? Was this the straw that broke the camel's back? Would they kick me out knowing I had nowhere to go? Fat tears burned my eyes as I let out a harsh scream into my pillow, a loud banging on my door stopped the tears immediately. My breath got caught in my throat, I knew who it was without even guessing. It was him, the man who caused so many recent insecurities in my already sad world. I watched the doorknob twist before suddenly it stopped.

Before I could even get out of my bed the door to my room was busting open, my grandfather's pug-like face greeted me. His face was as red as a tomato, rage filled his eyes. He walked over to my record player calmly before he turned the music off leaving nothing sounding in the air, but his heavy breathing quickened. His brittle pudgy finger pointed at me, he walked towards my bed, eyes burning with steaming rage. The closer he got to me the more anxious I got, I didn’t know why he was so upset. I’m sure they’ve thought about what I said plenty of times, but yet somehow here we were playing the game of grandparents know best.

“Roseanne, why would you say that to your grandmother? Especially since you know your mother is a sensitive topic for her.”

I looked at the picture of my parents sitting on my dresser before I briefly looked at him, my mothers voice rang through my head like she was right beside me. “Tell him how you feel, angel, don't hold back like I did.”

I bit the inside of my cheek harshly before tears threatened to leave my eyes, it hurt having to be so cold to them. Grandparents were supposed to be a happy escape from your strict parents, but for some reason whoever was watching above decided to play a cruel joke. Luckily my parents being taken from me was the worst thing possible.. right? Once I was of age I’d leave this asylum they called a house, and I’d finally be free from all this pain. From all this agony, but unfortunately I still have 4 more years left here.

“You’re a selfish ungrateful brat! We took you off the streets and this is how you repay us, by making your grandmother cry. By throwing your mother in her face. What is wrong with you?”

“Breath ruby.”

I took in a shallow breath before I readjusted myself, now I was sitting on the side of my bed looking up at him. I opened my mouth to respond but before I could get the chance he continued.

“You’re shallow, as shallow as your dad. He’s the real reason why you never had a relationship with us, everytime she mentioned it he’d have a melt down. I guess that’s what happens when you marry into money, you’re lucky you have our daughter's DNA in you or you’d be on the streets just like your dad was before he met Mary.”

My tears burned like acid in my eyes at the mention of my father. I stood up off my bed before marching over to him, my chest heaving up and down. As I stopped a few inches from him, I swallowed harshly before my hazel eyes met his. I parted my lips before clenching my fist repeatedly, the anger in my eyes matched his.

“You know if you want me to leave all you have to do is say so. I’m not gonna beg you to stay here, and I sure as hell won’t worship the ground you walk on. I know the money has gone to your head, but it’s okay the day will come where you need someone to take care of you. A day where you need someone to lean on, but you won’t have anyone. Not a single soul will be willing to take care of you because of how you are.”

*Smack*

My skin suddenly burned when he slapped me, my head turned to the side at his action. When I turned back to look at him I could see his lips moving, but all I could hear was ringing. I narrowed my eyes at him before lightly pushing him back towards my now open door, and as soon as he stepped out of my door frame I slammed it shut making sure to grab a Bobby pin off my vanity before breaking it off into the lock. I threw myself back on the bed before sobbing hysterically into my silk sheets.

Once I calmed down I grabbed the corded phone in my room, and dialed the number I knew by heart. As soon as he picked up I asked him to meet at the diner down the road, I grabbed my car keys before sliding open my window slowly sliding down the top of the roof carefully. I climbed down my lattice, before hopping on the ground. I walked to the jeep my mother left me before starting the ignition, and quickly drove down the long driveway. When I arrived at the gate I punched in the code before it opened, I pulled onto the main road making my way to Benny's burgers.

When I arrived at Benny’s I saw his van in the parking lot, the sadness I once felt immediately dissipated at seeing his car parked near the entrance to the diner. I turned my car off making sure to lock it, I walked into the diner quickly finding his long curly brown hair. I slid into the booth with him before his eyes darkened seeing the handprint on my face, but thankfully he didn’t ask or even mention it. We ordered our food, and then got lost in conversation. I looked out at Hawkins as the sunset beyond the horizons. Tomorrow was the first day of ninth grade, and I’m hoping that tomorrow is a hell of a lot better than today was.

✨Ending A/N: so this is the end of the prologue, there’s a lot that’s gonna be unraveled as the chapters continue. Steve will be making his first appearance next chapter, and I’m super excited about this. I hope yall liked this I’ll post chapter 1 as soon as I can.✨

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

SHORT PEOPLE GOT NOBODY

Opening in theaters today:

Saltburn--The title refers to the enormous, somewhat faded English country mansion in which most of the movie unfolds. But it may also suggest the proverbial pain of salt poured into a wound, as might be caused by the very sight of such a residence and the class system it represents.

Oliver Quick (Barry Keoghan), a slight, nebbishy scholarship student to Oxford, is befriended by a classmate, the blueblood Adonis Felix (Jacob Elordi), who invites him home for the summer to the title pile of bricks in 2007. Felix's family is a fairly gothic bunch--abstracted Dad Sir James (Richard E. Grant), blithe, cordial Mom Lady Elsbeth (Rosamund Pike) and addled wreck of a sister Venetia (Alison Oliver), along with the sneering biracial American cousin Farleigh (Archie Madekwe). Carey Mulligan is also around as Elsbeth's nutty parasitical friend Pamela, as is Paul Rhys as the imperious butler Duncan.

Rather quickly, Oliver finds himself enmeshed with each of the family members, and drawn into the intrigues and occasional casual decadence of their isolated and mysterious lifestyle. While Oliver initially seems like an honest but in-over-his-head parvenu, like Balzac's Rastingnac or Faulkner's Ben Quick, we gradually see that he has his own wormy, calculating, opportunistic side.

This is the second feature written and directed by Emerald Fennell of 2020's Promising Young Woman. If it's a sophomore slump, that probably says more about the incisive brilliance and focus of Promising Young Woman than it does about any shortfalls of its own. The fury that charged Fennell's first film was direct and uncomplicated. Seemingly wanting to get across something more subtle and nuanced about class, Saltburn flails around a bit and sometimes feels confused, overwrought, overlong, even borderline campy.

But stick with it. It ultimately adds up to a potent piece of moviemaking, and of storytelling. Shot with hallucinatory garishness by the marvelous Linus Sandgren, the movie brings its setting vibrantly to life; there's none of the comforting stodginess of, say, Downton Abbey to it. And Fennell's narrative is involving. Even as we sense the influence of everything from The Shining to Risky Business, we're also pulled into investment in a yarn we haven't seen before. And she doesn't let us down; despite the movie's gratuitous thrashing about, in the end the plot snaps together to a satisfying and fairly devastating point.

Fennell also gets uniformly superb performances from her cast. Probably the wittiest and most endearing is Rosamund Pike, but Barry Keoghan, maybe the single best thing about The Banshees of Inisherin, is spectacular here, giving a tour de force turn in a role that is not only wildly mercurial on an emotional and psychological level, but also required physical fearlessness. Saltburn may end up being most remembered for literalizing a common expression for finding somebody extremely attractive, but Keoghan's draining performance makes a splash.

Napoleon--Returning to France, uninvited, from exile in Elba, the title character is confronted with a regiment of soldiers he used to command. "I missed you," he tells them, seemingly sincerely. Soon he's back in charge.

Apparently there is some historical basis for this scene; Napoleon is said to have had a fond and comradely relationship with his troops, despite his willingness to get them slaughtered. But to the casual viewer of this Ridley Scott epic, the moment may come as a surprise. Nothing in the movie prepares us for it. Played by Joaquin Phoenix, this Napoleon shows little affection or even interest toward anyone or anything apart from himself, and a certain almost adolescent erotic fixation on Josephine (Vanessa Kirby). In between campaigns, he makes rather unromantic attempts to impregnate her, and reacts with sullen outrage when they don't succeed.

Scott's movie, based on a script by David Scarpa, is largely a pageant of carnage. It begins with a graphic depiction of Marie Antoinette's meeting with Madame Guillotine, then shows us Napoleon navigating the deadly mayhem of the Revolution and the First Republic. It then traces him from battle to battle: Toulon, Austerlitz, Moscow and some of his other greatest hits, culminating, of course, against Wellington (Rupert Everett) at You-Know-Where.

This Napoleon isn't boring. It's entirely watchable and well-staged. Scott deploys his forces with the care of a child playing with toy soldiers on his bedroom floor. But it doesn't really hit hard emotionally; something is missing from it. Early on, we see a cannonball splat into the chest of a horse, and the resulting explosion of gore is so obviously computer-generated that, for me at least, it carried little shock (it has this in common with the splatter effects in Thanksgiving, which, exhaustingly enough, I saw the same day). This sort of detached unreality hangs over the movie's horrors, and the same detachment extends to the central character. 

While Phoenix holds our attention with his movie star charisma, it's as if he's working in a vacuum. Except here and there in his scenes with Kirby's drolly unflappable Josephine, Phoenix seems to be anomic, walled off from the other characters by his own narcissistic self-regard. Maybe that's deliberate; maybe Scott is trying to dramatize the Napoleon of Walter de la Mare's unforgettable poem:

What is the world, O soldiers?

It is I.

I, this incessant snow,

This northern sky.

Soldiers, this solitude

Through which we go

Is I.

In any case, the movie has a point to make about the appetite for an autocratic "strongman" leader that seems to inevitably arise in reaction to the messiness of democratic movements. It's a theme which would, admittedly, seem to have a slight smidge of relevance to our current times. It should be noted that, warmongering megalomaniac though he was, Napoleon was also a tremendously intelligent and curious person, which puts him in a very different category than our most notable current would-be Emperor.

[askthefizzyfactory]

MEET THE FIZZBOTS

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Model: Therapist Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 4'6" // he/him it/its they/them

Nicknames: “Therapist Fizzy”, “Thizzy”, "TF-1856"

Location: Sloth Ring

Function: I provide therapy for hellborne in one of the newer clinics Mammon has opened up in the Sloth Ring, a wing of a larger hospital called the “Fizzy Clinic”. I work alongside many other fizzies at this place. I mainly do psych-evaluations of other fizzies, somehow this has become my priority... I’ll be providing the profiles of the following fizzies after me.

History: I’ve been working here for a couple of years by now, I’m still around so I must be doing something right.

Behaviour: I like to think that I’m straight to the point. I’m not here to sugar-coat things for you, if you’ve got a problem I’ll tell you, you can have the drugs you came here for, then get out of my hair. Some say I ask too many questions, but it’s what I’m supposed to do, so… cry about it.

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Model: Doctor Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 4'6" // he/him it/its they/them

Nicknames: “Doctor Fizzy”, “Doc”

Location: Sloth Ring

Function: Does first aid, surgeries, dentist work, assigns medicine and whatever else might be needed to keep you in good(?) health. I wouldn’t say he’s great at what he does though…

History: Me and Doc go way back, we got booted up the same day. It’s always been a hard worker, but I would claim that it doesn’t put quality over quantity. Then again, that’s not part of our policy. This health care is cheap, and he just wants to have fun…

Behaviour: I don’t know. It’s probably the happiest fizzy I’ve ever met, the energy it possesses rivals that of the Loo Loo Land fizzy. I wouldn’t trust this guy with my pen, let alone have him mess around with my insides… Luckily for me, that’s not something I have to worry about. He seems to think we’re best friends, which is starting to become a problem. He’s extremely… clingy. I don't think he's fully reached sentience... perhaps it's better that way.

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Model: Companion Bot Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 4'6" // any pronouns, but has a preference for she/her

Nicknames: “Maid Fizzy”, “Mizzy”

Location: Pride Ring

Function: Companionship

History: Used to belong to an imp called Burnie Burnz. When found after said imp’s sudden death at Mammon’s Clown Pageant, the model was nearly broken beyond repair. Memory Card has been mostly wiped of the past experience to prevent inability to perform its tasks.

Current Situation: Belongs to a self-proclaimed “otaku”-sinner in the Pride Ring who got her on sale, playing the role of his maid, dress up doll, sex toy and servant in every way. While the life of a companion fizzy isn’t easy, she… seems relatively at peace since her owner always spoils it rotten, despite being a basement-dweller.

Behaviour: Overly chipper and excitable, bordering on concerning. It called itself “kawaii”? Despite this, the bot is very obedient, and its owner doesn’t have any complaints. Satisfied customers is what it’s all about. However, we do regular check ups on it to make sure that no memories resurface…

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Model: Caretaker Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 4'6" // any pronouns works

Nicknames: “Caretaker Fizzy”, “Ginger”, “Fuzzy”

Location: Imp City

Function: Main tasks include watching over infants, babies, toddlers and children, as well as chaperoning teenagers. Can also help out at home with things such as cooking, buying groceries, wait in line for you, cleaning, giving your teenagers “the talk”, drive them around, etc etc.

History: Belongs to a large imp/hellhound family with a mom and dad who’re barely there, 1 baby, 1 toddler, 3 children and 2 teenagers. This bot has been working for them for over a year already.

Behaviour: Neurotic and overworked, we’re looking into booking an appointment with this fizzy before it snaps like a rubber band, but it always says there’s no time. I’d avoid this one to be safe, she has a temper.

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Model: Undertaker Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 6'6" // he/him it/its

Nicknames: “Undertaker Fizzy”, “Undertaker”, “Mortis”, “Mort”

Location: Wrath Ring

Function: Its main function is to handle and bury the remains of hellborne that have passed away, a job not many in hell consider necessary. While it’s mainly working in Wrath, the place where many casualties happen to take place, it can be rented out to handle autopsies, preparations for funerals, and burying bodies on both bigger and smaller scales in other rings as well.

History: There’s not much to say. It buries bodies and holds funerals in Satan’s name. It’s seen a lot of gruesome shit, and it’s not really shaken by the deaths of the breathing anymore, if it ever was. It’s got a job to do, and if you just let it get it done with an occasional smoke break, he’ll be riding off not soon after.

Behaviour: Keeps things brief. Doesn’t say more than needed. He seems stable, one of the very few fizzies I can say that about. A model employee if you will.

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Model: Original model was an Office Fizzy, it has been vastly modified at this point

Height // Pronouns: 6'1" // he/him it/its they/them

Nicknames: “Manager Fizzy”, “The Manager”, “Bozzy” amongst certain fizzies (like me)

Location: Lust Ring as well as the Greed Ring

Function: The manager at the “Fizzy Factory”, he used to excel at guiding new Fizzies to their stations, give them the information they needed to integrate into society as a companion bot or other, and handled all the paperwork that comes with it. Now it mostly does the latter. While the factory is located in Lust, it belongs to Asmodeus, and Mammon drives the production forward, he’s the one in charge of the factory itself at this point.

History: Having proven itself as reliable, it has a hand in almost every part of the factory, and has history working directly under Mammon. It is one of the older models, once part of the office that handled the paperwork or any kind of law suits coming in. I’ve heard some call him “Ratty” for “Office Rat” at some point… but I never saw that fizzy again.

Behaviour: I’d rather not go into some kind of psychoanalyzing of this guy… but I can tell you that he’s smug, confident, efficient, and a condescending prick. I think he thinks he owns every fizzy out there… or something more paternal… here I go, asking too many questions again. Just pray you don't get him knocking at your door, asking you to return a fizzy whose contract has been breached. He has his ways to get what he wants. To say he's unhappy with Fizzarolli's retirement is an understatement.

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Model: Factory Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 4’ // they/them, secondary he/him. Does not appreciate it/its the slightest.

Nicknames: “Factory Fizzy”, “FF-8842”, “88”, “4-2”

Location: Lust Ring

Function: Produces, assembles and ships out new fizzies to the public, albeit production has been put on hold as of writing this. They may be called in to do maintenance on other fizzies that arrive to the factory if needed, and scrap them if that is required as well.

History: This particular fizzy is barely a month old by the time I’m writing this, and there’s not much to say about its… their experiences. They have only ever known the inside of the factory, and, most likely, it will remain that way. Unless it finally gets scrapped, that is.

Behaviour: Eyes cast down. Shoulders held high. Seems displeased with their situation at the factory. Nothing new. The Manager tells me that they’re asking too many questions though, and that their production quota wasn't as high as the others’… so we’re looking into that.

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Model: Loo Loo Land Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 6' // he/him it/its they/them

Nicknames: "Fizzy", "Robo Fizz", "Loo Loo Fizzy"... but those who ask his name when Mammon isn't looking, will get the name "Pinwheel". Considering he's not active anymore... it doesn't really matter what you call him now.

Location: Greed Ring, specifically the remains "Loo Loo Land"

Function: Singing and dancing, entertaining kids, and performing various circus tricks for an audience. It's more athletic than the average fizzy-model, more sturdy and durable, and has a built in security-program that it utilises during and after hours, to make sure that no demons with nefarious intentions cause problems at the park. Unfortunately... this very robot caused plenty of problems all on its own.

History: LLLF-001 was the very first fizzy model to be presented to the public. About a decade old, it was once a novelty you could only see at Loo Loo Land. These days, anybody can get a fizzy, especially after the big blow out sale... yet this fizzy remained at the park, until he took the place down with him, together with an unknown imp. Where he is now... beats me. He was already falling apart before the destruction of the park... Well, I could not care less. I hope he's dead.

Behaviour: LLLF-001 is, in the lack of any other word... rancid. He's energetic and violent, has no limits or reservations on how to treat the guests of the park, and he's quick to insults and making a joke out of you, even if he's the only one laughing. Some children and demons found him entertaining from afar, because they simply did not know better. This bot hates everyone... but then... after falling into disrepair in a park for 10 years... I genuinely can't say that I blame him.

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Model: Advertisement and Seller Fizzy

Height // Pronouns: 4'6" // he/him they/them it/its

Nicknames: "Ad Fizzy", "Andrzej", "Addy", "Andy", "Anaconda" it doesn't matter what you call him, he's not picky, he'll answer to insults as well I've noticed.

Location: Primarily the Greed Ring, however he will frequent whatever Ring he needs to record or make sales in

Function: Makes commercials, infomercials and so on to sell Mammon's products when Mammon is not available to record. TV, radio, it doesn't matter, if you hear a very nasal fizzy with a lazy New York accent, then it's Andrzej talking. His focus is mainly on the fizzies, and he also runs auctions for pre-owned fizzies. He has been Very busy during the Blow Out Sale, the Fizzy merchandise will be selling for years even if nothing new is produced, and fizzies are being returned and sold at lower prices left and right right now. He'll have plenty to do until the very last fizzy in hell shuts down.

History: Despite being one of the oldest fizzies out there, the only one I can think of rivalling him being the Loo Loo model by a few months maybe..there's not much to say about him. He's been doing this for so long, and he hasn't changed much since the beginning of it all. He's still an absolute drag to talk to. It's almost admirable.

Behaviour: Ugh... Andrzej is known to never stand still and never shut up. Yes, I am aware that most fizzies are like this... but this guy is just something else. He is always trying to sell you something, be it the latest merch, pre-owned Fizzarolli sex-toys, fizzies for consumers, or even trying to get fizzies to ask for upgrades from their owners. Despite being steeped in the business-side of Greed however, he doesn't have the same venom that Greed-fizzies like the Manager have... I think, despite everything, he's managed to remain himself for so long, without losing himself to the misery of what it means to be a fizzy.

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A little picrew of my Hermit, Livia!

Livia is 34 years old, and has only been Imbued for about... maybe a year, at most. She comes from a very tough "performance family" background-- think beauty pageants, vocal competitions, stage mom bullshit. Livia was forced into the arts, and in particular, was pushed to better her singing voice.

After graduating from a big name school, taking on crippling debt for what was expected of her, Livia became an operatic soprano. Never any big roles, mind, but her experience was good, and she made decent money. She never really enjoyed the work, but giving it up was beyond her.

When she had her awakening, she was performing in front of a closed audience for a special guest-- a Toreador Elder. As the Elder began to extend control over Livia and the rest, Livia experienced a different form of awakening; a nosebleed on stage and the static and its screaming rending up her spine and reducing her to agonized writhing.

It was enough to stop the slow encroach of the Toreador's control over her and the other performers, for reasons Livia does not understand.

[astro-can]

remember when the LGBTQ community was like "please accept us?"

yeah, now its "accept us or else"

i support, but i don't like certain aspects of it. i also find it disgusting how people these days are raising their children as non-binary. "we're gonna let them choose their own gender when they grow up!" like wtf? if someone has a biological daughter that grows up and says "mom, i'm fine with being a girl and i'm fine with being straight", their gonna be like "oh sweetie are you sure you dont want to be a boy?????????? are you sure you aren't gay? are you sure you aren't blank?" why are you FORCING it upon your child?

a few years ago, homophobia was big. and it still is. however, back then, people who didn't support didn't want their child to be a part of the community in any way. when you look at that you think, wow that parent isn't letting their child have freedom in how they feel. people part of the lgbtq community were like thats bad and you should let your child do what they want YEAH WELL GUESS WHAT? this has gone WAY TOO FAR! the system has been completely switched! the same people who thought that people should give their child freedom are the same people who are raising their child as non-binary, therefore NOT GIVING THEIR CHILD FREEDOM. their child, whether it be a biological girl or boy, should grow up and be able to choose the path they want to take, not the path that the parents want them to take. don't raise them as non-binary, that'll just confuse the hell out of them. "am i a girl? am i a boy?" little kids should NOT be wondering about these things. little kids should enjoy their childhood WITHOUT having to think about these things. this is NOT a healthy way to raise children. when i grow up and i have kids, i do NOT want them getting influenced by these kinds of parents. i do NOT want my children coming home one day and going "mom, my friend says that i can be whatever gender i want! mom, my friend says that liking the same gender is the right thing! mom, my friend says that its bad to be straight!" NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. i do not want my kids making any drastic changes in their life until they are adults and capable of making their own decisions.

the world we live in has changed so much. biological men claiming to be women are winning female beauty pageants and competing in female sports. people thinking they can transition from one race to another. teachers who should be educating their students on humanties and stem are now expelling them for using the term 'biological'. having to be asked what our pronouns are every single time. adding on ridiculous extra genders and various pronouns. like i'm sorry if i offend anyone, but even if you identify as a pansexual ze/zer non-binary alpha, at the end of the day, you are either a BIOLOGICAL MALE or a BIOLOGICAL FEMALE. and thats that. the end. not that hard. its very simple.

im going to get cancelled so hard but honestly idc at this point. i'm slowly losing hope in humanity.

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Hospital Flowers pt.2

Pt.1

TW: SADNESS

She didn't wake up.

Yes, Aurelia's heart was beating and she had some brain activity, but she wasn't awake. The only sign she was alive was the steady rising and falling of her chest and the beeping from the heart monitor.

Her favorite flowers filled the room along with balloons and 'get well soon' cards.

Someone was always at Aurelia's side, trying to get her to wake up. Telling stories in hopes of her brain recognizing them in her post surgery, comatose state.

Seventy-five hours later and some people were slowly beginning to lose hope. Others clung to it like a lifeline and refused to let go.

Tony sat by her side, holding her hand, talking about how he felt when he heard he was having a daughter. When he first saw her big green eyes and heard her first cry, how that was possibly the greatest moment of his entire life.

"When I heard, I was terrified, of course. . . I didn't want to be like my father, and so I was involved as much I could be during your mom's pregnancy. . . By the forty week mark, she was pretty tired of both of us, but she loved you. I loved you then and I love you now. . ."

Ha! I wasn't even born yet and she was already tired of me. I miss mom.

Silence filled the room.

"Then when you were born at forty weeks and two days, I had a new fear. . . That you'd be exactly like me— a hard-headed genius with anxiety levels through the roof. . . But the moment I saw you open those stunning green eyes of yours, my heart absolutely melted and I knew right then that you'd be amazing, and I was right. . . I'm lucky to have such an amazingly sweet girl as my daughter, even if her fiancé does wear spandex. . . I love you, Aurelia Marie Stark. . . Please wake up."

I'm trying to. . . I love you most, dad.

He stood and kissed her forehead, letting Peter have his seat. "Talk to her, kid. The doctors recommend it."

Peter nodded and Tony left.

"Hey, Lia! Its me, Peter. . . I remember this one time you picked me up from school, and I had been having a bad day. I didn't want to talk about it, so you took me to McDonald's and we sat in the far corner, away from everyone."

I remember that too. . .

He teared up and attempted to blink them away, before giving up and letting them fall.

"You didn't pressure me into talking or anything. . . But you told me some embarrassing stories from your childhood, like the time you face planted at a pageant and laughed so hard you snorted." He smiled lightly as the tears continued to fall.

Dad laughed so hard with me that he got kicked out and I got disqualified, I don't think I ever told you that part. . . Oops.

"It really cheered me up. . . You've always been good at cheering people up, which is why you can't leave us. You have to fight and come back. Mr Stark will be lost without you. . . And so would I. You're my sister." He cried.

"I wouldn't want to live in a world where my sister was gone. . . I couldn't handle it. . . We love you so much."

I love all of you so much, I'm trying so hard to come back to all of you. . . Be my brave little brother until I'm back. I love you so, so much Pete.

"You did good, Queens." Steve said, clapping his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Your aunt has to leave, but she says you can stay as long as you're with one of us."

Peter stood from the chair and embraced Steve — something he had never done before. Shocked, Steve took a moment to process it before returning the embrace.

"Get my sister to wake up. . . Please."

"I plan to."

"Good." Peter said before leaving the room.

Steve sat in the chair and scooted closer to the bed. He recited every healing prayer he learned from the church and his mom at least once before sighing and dropping his head to the bed.

Almost eighty hours and there was still hope.

"I need you to wake up for me, Sweetheart. . . We have plans, you know? We're getting married next October and going wherever you want to go for the honeymoon, and we'll get out of Brooklyn, as much as I love the place, I can't hold on to my past like that, especially since you're my future. . . Maybe I'll take a page out of Clint's book and build you a farm and let you have as many animals as you want and name them whatever you please. . . I'm sure Maverick would be much happier on a farm than in the city." He smiled lightly, grasping her hand.

"If you can hear me, I need you to know I love you. . . And once we're married, I want to start a family. . . As many children as your heart desires."

I can hear you loud and clear, Captain. . . I want Three. Two boys, one girl, but I'll be happy regardless. . .

"We can paint the nursery and put together the furniture, and I already know you'd be the most fantastic mother because of how you've been with Peter and the trick or treaters on Halloween. . . Knowing you, you have everything planned out, especially the names for our children and the color swatches for the entire house, including the nursery."

Of course I do, I'm a Stark, we're professional planners. . . I miss you, Steve. I'm going to come back to you, I promise.

He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it.

Then there was something so light he almost missed it. Almost.

The feeling of her hand tightening around his.

"Aurelia?"

I'm coming home.

He released her hand. "I promise you, I'll be right back."

Sound was an odd thing.

She thought they were conversations in her head, but they weren't. With most of her senses asleep, she heard with a clarity she hadn't had before.

As soon as Aurelia felt a shift, sound began fading away like the music does at the end of a song. Then it started low and garbled. It slowly rose in volume and became more clear, like she was mentally turning a radio dial.

She sucked in a shallow breath and winced. It felt like she inhaled sandpaper.

She opened her eyes and everything was bright and blurry. She saw vague shapes that looked like multiple people, but quite frankly she was confused, tired, frustrated, and overall done.

"What?" She rasped, moving her head to the side and closing her eyes again.

"Well miss Stark, you're awake. Welcome back."

"Clearly." She groaned

"You should get some rest to reacclimate. We'll check on you in a little bit to make sure you're readjusting to your surroundings."

"Water?" She let the obvious question pierce the air as she opened her eyes once again. Everything was less blurry.

Tony and Steve helped her sit up and Natasha passed her the water. Aurelia downed it within seconds.

"We'll let you get some rest, but don't think about the situation too much. Everything will be alright now. . . We're glad you're awake again." Natasha patted her knee lightly and escorted everyone out of the room, except three.

Moment by moment things were coming back. Memories. Unobstructed vision. But it wasn't instantaneous.

That's how it remained for a week. . . Aurelia trying to figure out where she was (though she was reminded daily), frustration, anxiety, resting, talking more and more every day.

After the week she was almost back to how she was before.

Even at almost, Steve loved her anyway.

She remembered that she loved Steve.

Another two days and she went home with everyone, Tony deciding the tower was the safest bet until she was back to 100%, or as close as she would ever get again.

They knew she was better when they found her play fighting Thor outside of a cushion fort with foam swords. What? A girl has to play a little bit sometimes.

What happened after?

Aurelia learned to kinda trust cars again.

Steve and Aurelia got married the next October 31st in a private ceremony at an undisclosed location in New York City.

They spent sixteen days in Italy as their honeymoon.

They arrived home just in time for Thanksgiving and to announce their first pregnancy.

They bought an old farm house in Connecticut

Sarah Natalia Rogers was born September thirteenth the following year.

Two years later, Elijah James Rogers stole hearts on November 3rd.

Almost two years after that, Catherine Virginia Rogers was born on March 10th.

Natasha was named the godmother of all three.

Bucky is Sarah's Godfather.

Sam is Elijah's Godfather.

Thor is Catherine's Godfather. (Literally)

They grew old and had a good life together.

Everyone else did the same.

Because at the end of it all, they deserved to be happy.

[vileintcnt]

will be coming on in a lil bit to reply to everyone on IM and do some more drafts ( slowly wittling it down ), but for now under the cut are just some wanted plots i would like for my musesss pls and thanks :) this is very shittily drafted so pls ignore the lack of detail lmfao tw for gunplay

a thread where your naïve girl muse plays a game of dares with a duo, maybe a trio if im feeling optimistic, of harrison, fitz & tobias, they convince her that if she wants to fit in with them thats the kind of shit they do, whilst starting small, daring her to take off her panties, take off her top, and then eventually, suck their dick, let them fuck her but ‘just the tip’ and the whole while theyre laughing at her so its like, fun degredation humiliation moments

give me toxic relationships with connor where they’re launching plates at him and hes smashing shit and then they’re angry fucking 

i want kinderwhore hot sexy big titty goth bitches to give sid the hugest boner of his life

i also still want to do the plot of sid and a close girl friend watching something lowkey pornographic on tv and him suggesting they both rub one out so they do and then they accidentally touch and it just makes them hornier and hes like fuck sorry i gotta and then hes fucking her

my muse is kiiiinda low for ted, but i still want a thread where a girl hits on him at a bar and hes like...um what

give remi some older men i beg, give her professors she can sit in front of in class and drop her pencil and show him shes not wearing panties, or give her bad boys who get her to take a tab in a club that shes snuck out to and fucking in the bathrooms

give noelle someone catching her filming OF content

fitz barton wants to fuck his friends moms!!! 

cher cook wants to fuck her friends dads!!!

i want a thread where bowie and her best friend are hanging out and her friends telling her she’s never had an orgasm so bowie goes down on her

give cassidy a bodyguard she can call into her bedroom all innocent like can you help me undo my dress? and just being all round seductive because shes bored and manipulative

gun sucking!!!!

i want my test muse candy, good christian pageant girl, secret slut, to either suck a priests dick, or have a casting call moment where she fucks a pageant judge, or to masturbate with her friends dads pillow while she knows hes watching her 

and give my test muse brandy, the young hot wife of a politician/crimelord, a guy who works for her husband that she can seduce