#like my belting voice isn't even that great but like that's also just WAY too loud

[daisyvisions]

I Wanna Be Your Dog - (k.yh)

➺ Pairing: Rockstar!Younghoon x Assistant!Reader

➺ Summary: Your job as an assistant to the band is simple: handle their schedule, and do what they ask you to do. But how far are you willing to help one member out with a certain ask if it means keeping your job?

➺ Word Count: 3.8k

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fem!reader, unprotected sex, creampies, edging, male masturbation, guided masturbation, handjobs, slight fingering, riding, lots of making out, groping, sexual fantasies, mutual pining (?), younghoon is down bad for reader (sub!younghoon if you squint), marking, mentions of hookups, pet name used (baby)

➺ A/N: Finally, my birthday fic for Younghoon is up! I had planned to write for rockstar younghoon ever since this tiktok edit came out last year. This was not the original story I had in mind but I hated how the outline was going and decided to save it for another member and use this plot instead. Title is inspired from the song of the same name by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts because the lyrics fit so well with one particular scene of the fic (iykyk). Proofread once, enjoy 😉

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez @aimeecarreros (thank you for introducing me to the song 😈)

For as long as you could remember, you've always wanted to work in the music industry. There was something about that chaotic world that you thought was magical. You were so determined to become a part of that universe you didn't care where you would end up.

And that is how you became the assistant to one of the hottest acts to ever grace the stage.

At first, you were way too excited to be involved in the day-to-day of the band's schedule; you didn't even care if you had to run many blocks just to get the specific brand of coffee they wanted.

But soon enough, the rose-colored lenses you had on would crack. Not only did you have to take care of the band's schedule and be at their beck and call, but you were also in charge of cleaning up their mess.

Which is the reason you ended up sitting through a one-hour phone call with the band's manager as he practically yaps your ear off about the band's lead guitarist.

"Do you know how many NDAs I had to sign just so these groupies would keep their mouths shut about Younghoon?" Jacob exclaims.

"I know, I'm the one who prints and mails those documents for you." You sigh heavily.

"The board is getting pissed off. It's getting too much! He has a sex addiction at this point!"

"Well, it's not like we can make him wear a chastity belt or a purity ring to stop him! You know how he gets." You reply, trying to hold in your frustration from how long this call has been going.

"They are in the process of promoting their next album and going on tour. If Younghoon keeps this up and the press finally catches on, it will not be a good look for us all." Jacob takes a deep breath and pauses for a moment.

"I need you to keep him in line," Jacob says to you with a stern voice.

"What?! How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know, you're the assistant. It's your job to take care of those guys. Do something about it or you can say goodbye to your job."

Jacob puts the phone down immediately without even waiting for your reply. You throw your phone to the side, your heart racing as you feel the frustration consuming you, and it's not even eight in the morning.

You can't afford to lose your job. Not after you've worked so hard to get where you are already. And you will definitely not lose your job just because Younghoon can't keep it in his goddamn pants.

No, you're going to do something about this no matter what it takes.

As you insert the spare key in the lock of Younghoon's apartment, you're instantly startled as a figure appears before you. Her disheveled appearance already tells you who or rather, why she's in his apartment. Great, another day of running into a groupie.

"Oh, Lin, isn't it?" You try to give her a smile. You introduce yourself as the band's assistant.

"Oh—hi," she responds, but her eyes were looking elsewhere. "Excuse me, I gotta go, late for… an appointment," she mumbles.

"Of course, it was nice meeting you!" You put on that people-pleasing voice. Lin nods in return before stumbling out the door. You make a mental note to track her address and send her an NDA later in the day.

You walk further into Younghoon's apartment, already listing out in your head the mess you have to clean up later as you quickly scan different areas of the living room. You find him still dead asleep in his bed, probably unaware that his latest conquest has left the building as you walk closer to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Younghoon? You awake?" You gently shake his shoulder. As you continue to wake him up, you're caught by surprise as he grabs your arm and pulls you into his embrace.

"Hey baby, up so early?" His deep morning voice rings in your ear as his face buries into your neck.

You try to keep yourself composed as you wriggle yourself free, but your eyes widen at the sudden realization that doing so was a mistake as you feel something hard digging between your ass.

"Younghoon, I—"

"So eager for round two, huh? Don't worry, baby, I'll let you take the lead this time." He kisses a sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder as his hands start drifting near your hips. Before anything escalates, you pull his hands away and reach behind to flick him in the forehead.

"Younghoon, it's me!" You shout, sitting upright once more and shaking off that fluttering feeling growing inside your stomach.

"Ow. What the— oh. Oh hey!" He smiles at you. "Where's—"

"Already left. Witnessed her walk of shame just as I was going in," you smirk. "I brought you breakfast; better see you outside in ten minutes, alright?" You slap his shoulder to wake him up.

"Alright, alright, I'll get up," he groans as he turns to his side.

"Aw, all this for me? You shouldn't have." Younghoon slings his arm over your shoulder as he watches you set all the food on the counter.

"Just sit down and eat. We need to talk about something." You shrug his arm off.

"To talk… What did I do this time?" He sarcastically replies as he sits across from you.

"It's not what you did this time; it's what you keep on doing, Younghoon." You grab his plate and fill it up with the food on the table.

"Look, Jacob called me this morning, and he's not happy with your—" You pause, trying to come up with a proper way to address the problem.

"With my… what?" Younghoon takes a big bite from his plate, his eyes trained on yours as he waits for you to finish.

"Your sex addiction." You decide to get straight to the point. "You fuck nearly every girl that bats her pretty eyelashes at you or even gives you a decent amount of attention."

"Hey, I can't help myself, you know? This is the rockstar's life, after all." He shrugs as he takes a sip from his glass.

"Yeah, well, if you don't get that controlled and continue thinking with your dick, it's not gonna look good for the press," you reply.

"Since when have we cared about what the press thought?" Younghoon asks with slight irritation in his voice.

"Please, Younghoon, I need you to keep it together just until promotions and the tour are over. My job is on the line here." Your voice starts quivering. Younghoon sees your eyebrows scrunching and the tiny tear forming at the corner of your eye.

Oh, how he wishes he could kiss those worries away right now and keep you close to him. Seeing you like this whenever you're frustrated or upset makes his heart ache with a feeling he can't explain. It's probably because he has a soft spot for you, ever since you started working for them. And if he's the reason that you end up losing your job, he doesn't know how he'll be able to sleep at night.

"Please?" Your tiny voice calls him back to reality as your soft hands hold one of his. And how could he ever say no to you?

"Alright," Younghoon sighs out. "I'll do it. But it's not gonna look pretty." You chuckle at his response.

"I promise you can go back to doing whatever after the promotions. Deal?" You gently squeeze his hand for reassurance. Younghoon places his other hand on top of yours and squeezes in return.

"You got it, boss."

Much to your surprise, Younghoon does a fairly good job at keeping his word. At first, it was a bit difficult, but he somehow managed to pull through.

He couldn't forget that one time he was almost about to fuck the girl lying on his bed until he suddenly remembered your face and how upset you would've been if you found out what he was doing. He couldn't bear the thought of disappointing you, so he just came up with a lousy excuse for the groupie to leave and fisted himself later in the night until he was satisfied enough.

And since then, that's what he had been doing to get by. He was either fucking his hand or fleshlight while imagining all the different one-night stands he had in the past. But as the days went by, it was getting harder for him to reach that sweet release. Not even watching porn would get him off the way it did before.

He needed to touch and be touched, a pair of lips kissing him everywhere, and moans of pleasure ringing in his ear… he couldn't wait till the tour was over until he could finally ravish someone and forget their name the next day. Sounds like a shitty way to live but hey, this is the kind of life he chose for himself.

Just two more months, Younghoon, what's the worst that can happen?

Sweat starts to form on Younghoon's forehead as he vigorously pumps his throbbing length. He had been trying to get off for a while now, but it seems nothing has been working. This was the worst case of blue balls he has ever had, and if he doesn't cum any second now, he might go insane.

Younghoon starts to dig deep into his memories of past hookups to see if there was one moment he can use to get himself off. There was one memory that seemed to pop into his mind, but not any of the hookups he had remembered. No, it was a memory of you. The day you came into the apartment to talk to him about his problem.

He recalls the smell of your perfume when he buried his face into your neck, the way your ass rubbed against his morning wood accidentally, and how soft your hands were when you held his hand during breakfast.

His cock throbbed in his hand remembering those small moments, playing an imaginary scenario in his mind wherein you didn't stop his hands from traveling to your hips. How he would've pressed himself into you further and continued kissing your neck. How his hands would’ve groped your breasts tenderly as he whispered filth into your ear and you would’ve moan his name in response.

"So pretty…" he murmurs to himself as he bucks his hips up, thinking how beautiful and kind you've always been to him even if he tends to be an asshole at times.

He moans at the thought of how soft your lips would feel against his own, remembering the time you drunkenly kissed him on the cheek during that one after-party a few days ago. He had to quickly turn away from you to hide his cheeks turning pink.

God, he knows his abstinence from sex has gotten so bad to the point that even the smallest gestures from you are enough to send the blood in his veins right down to his cock. He's never been this hard in his life, and he can't tell anymore if it's because he's blue-balled or because he's thinking about you.

Either way, Younghoon was all up in his head that he didn't even hear his front door being unlocked as you let yourself in.

Your visit to Younghoon's tonight was unplanned. He had forgotten his lucky leather jacket in the studio a week ago, and you took it upon yourself to get it dry-cleaned for him.

As soon as you got the call from the dry cleaners, you thought it would be nice to drop by his place and surprise him with his newly cleaned jacket and bring his favorite food for a late night snack. After all, you wanted to show him how grateful you were for keeping his word.

"Younghoon?" You call out his name. You knew he was home after spotting his keys and wallet on the console table. You try to call his name again but still no response. He must be asleep. I should go check on him, you think to yourself.

Younghoon? He hears your sweet voice ringing in his ear. God, he must be down so bad if he can start hearing you call out his name, as if you're right close by. He can already feel himself closer to the edge as he hears his name once again, pumping himself to the point of no return until his door suddenly swings open.

"Younghoon, I— Oh my god!"

"Shit!"

You both catch each other by surprise.

You tried to look elsewhere, but the image of Younghoon jerking himself off is now burned into your memory, and you don't know what to do. Younghoon, on the other hand, whimpers from the loss of his orgasm.

Had you been delayed by a second or two, he would've released his load onto his stomach, relieving himself of stress. But now, he's on the verge of crying as he feels himself getting incredibly pent up.

"I'm so sorry, I'll just go—" You turn around quickly.

"No, wait!" Younghoon's voice stops you from closing the door. You couldn't help but turn around and face him once more. He looked like he was in pain, his eyes becoming watery as he deeply breathes in and out.

"Help me…" He cries out to you.

"W-what?" Your eyes widen. He can't be serious, right?

"Please! I can't— been trying. I can't do it." A tear falls down his pale cheek.

"Please, it hurts so bad…" He whimpers once again.

"Younghoon, I can't—"

"Please! Just this once. We'll never speak of it again—" He pleads like his life depends on it. And with the way he's looking at you like you're the only one that can help him get out of this sticky situation, how could you say no to him?

"A-alright." Your feet move towards him even before you replied, your body already deciding for you on what you need to do next.

You sit beside him, placing your hand on his thigh as you glance over his hand gripping his cock. You feel your core pulsate at his pink tip peeking out from his fist. But you try your best to completely ignore whatever intrusive thought you have and place your hand on top of his, gently holding it as you look into his eyes.

"Just this once, okay?" You hover above his cock enough for your spit to fall onto the tip and move his hand slowly up and down as you guide him through his orgasm.

This wouldn't be the first time you've seen his cock. The first two times were by pure accident and from afar too. But nothing could've prepared you from seeing his member up close.

The way the veins are protruding from how rock hard he is at the moment, wondering what it must feel like to fill you up to the hilt. You try to think of anything deemed unsexy as you stare at his manhood, but that ends up failing as you start to feel your underwear slowly getting wet by the second.

While you're too caught up in your own thoughts, Younghoon couldn't help but stare at the way you looked at his cock, all slack-jawed and dreamy-eyed. It was like you wanted to do more than guide him, like you were ready to devour him any moment from now. As if a dark cloud of lust is slowly taking over you right before his very own eyes. And that was turning him on a lot.

He subconsciously reaches out for you with his free hand, his fingers holding onto the back of your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss. Your lips are even sweeter than he had imagined, making his heart beat so fast from how soft they feel on his own. Younghoon knows this moment won't last forever, so he decides to just enjoy it while it lasts.

You instantly moan from the feeling of his lips on yours, holding his wrist as you lean forward to press yourself against him. You pull his hand away from his cock and replace it with yours instead, the softness of your palm wrapped around his length making him hiss in pleasure. You start to grip him harder, controlling the pace of your hand jerking him off.

Younghoon groans into your mouth as he slips his tongue inside. His hands grabbing onto your hips before pulling you closer to him to straddle his lap. You continue to jerk him off as his hands start caressing the sides of your body.

"Please…" he whines into your mouth.

"Tell me what you need, Younghoon—" You kiss his cheek before moving down to his neck.

"Wanna touch you— fuck— Can I touch you? Please let me touch you." His eyebrows knit in pleasure as your lips suck a particularly sensitive part of his throat.

Too busy with lightly sucking on his skin, you grab one of his hands and guide him to the front button of your pants, signaling him to remove the article of clothing from you for better access. He wastes no time helping you out of your jeans and having you back on his lap.

His fingers slowly sliding beneath your underwear, groaning at the sensation of how wet your folds are. He's honestly amazed at how you're able to get this wet without being touched; it motivates him to slide his fingers between before finally circling around your sensitive bud.

You let out a soft whine as you feel your knees turn into jelly. All you could think about right now is to sink yourself down onto his member and ride him into the sunset. Somehow it was like he could read your mind as you feel his hand pull your underwear to the side and the other pull you by the hip to align your entrance right above his tip.

"This okay?" You look down at him.

"Y-yeah, more than okay." He stutters.

"C'mere." You lean down to kiss him, slowly letting yourself sink down to the base of his cock.

Both of you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding until you finally sat on his lap. The feeling of Younghoon being fully sheathed inside you already has you seeing stars, and you haven't even moved yet. He swallows your moans as he starts bucking his hips up, holding you in a tight embrace as he fucks himself into your tight hole.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He mumbles as he pulls his lips away from yours to get a good look at your face.

The way he looked at you as if you had a halo around you was making the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy. You knew the effect he had on you, especially when he would randomly flirt with you. But for some reason, the effect of his words felt different.

It was like he was confessing something he had locked up inside of him for a long time, making you blush like an idiot. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure as his thrusts start to become faster. Your walls are gripping him like a vice; he knows he's bound to reach his peak anytime soon.

"Let go for me, Younghoon, you can do it." You whisper in his ear.

As soon as you say these words, a sudden burst of warmth blooms inside you. His hips relax onto the mattress as he comes down from his high, but his hands guide your hips up and down his cock, helping you reach your own release.

He must've been so pent up, you think to yourself as you feel him still incredibly hard inside you. The tip of his manhood nudges that sweet spot deep inside you so good you feel yourself nearly falling over the edge.

"K-keep going, baby—" He breathes out. "Use me."

You take control of your own movement and bounce on him like there's no tomorrow. Your fingernails raking the sensitive skin on his chest as you chase your own high. Younghoon can feel himself reaching his own high too the more you keep this pace up.

Everything about this moment was making him absolutely dizzy. Your walls practically choke holding his dick, his first load already dripping out of you and coating his balls, and the way the squelching sounds echo in the room as you use him for your own pleasure?

He will never look at you the same way ever again. You've officially ruined him for anyone else after this.

"Younghoon, I'm gonna—"

"C'mon baby, cum on me. Fuck— make me yours." He mumbles as he feels close to the edge with you.

After a few more bounces, the rope inside you finally snaps, making you cum so hard you feel like you're going to faint. Younghoon's second release follows right after yours, but this time his load is more than the first. You both know for sure that as soon as he pulls out, a waterfall of your mixed juices is bound to rush out of your hole. So you just decide to keep him close longer as you both try to catch your breath.

You lay your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his breathing pattern slowly regulating as he rubs his hand up and down your back. You both bask in the silence a little longer, secretly savoring the moment before you have to part ways.

"Younghoon?" You lift your head to look up at him. He hums in response.

"If— if ever you need help with this at a different time…" You pause for a moment. "I'd be happy to volunteer." You feel your cheeks burn up at the thought of doing this with Younghoon again.

"Yeah? You wanna help me out?" His eyes widen, his heart beating faster again knowing this wouldn't be the last intimate moment with you.

"Yeah, just as long as you sign an NDA about it." You jokingly reply. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"Well, get ready to print a lot of those—" He grabs your ass and gives it a good slap, making you yelp in surprise.

"—because you have a lot of catching up to do."

[crowdedimagines]

Roadkill - Aaron Hotchner Imagine

Based around the season 4 episode 23 titled Roadkill! I am going through a rewatch right now and just watched this one!! Also I am trying to stick to the storyline of the episode, but obviously things will be a little different in how they play out 🤩 3.6K

"How do you feel about Oregon?" JJ asks immediately after I pick up on the third ring.

"I have a feeling I would like Oregon a lot more when it isn't 3:00a.m." I tease, sitting up in bed, already knowing whatever she's calling for is going to be bad enough to to call us in this early.

"Can you be in to the office to brief in an hour? Wheels are up around 4:30."

"I'll be there!"

We both get off the phone so we can pack our go bags and get the day started, although earlier for both of us then intended. I manage to take a fast shower by the time I get out my phone is ringing again, this time it's unit leader Aaron Hotchner.

"I assume you've been informed that we have a case and we're meeting shortly." Hotch has his stern, yet tired voice on.

"Yep, showered squeaky clean. I just need some coffee and I will be on my way!" I smile, wringing out the moisture that's still in my hair and put the phone on speaker to set it down on the bathroom counter.

"I actually just made too much, I'm on my way in now. I could bring you coffee." He offers.

I pause in my actions, surprised by the offer. Although I would've been a lot more shocked a couple weeks ago. When I started with the team Hotch was going through a divorce, but in recent weeks there's been a shift in our dynamic and I'm not sure I'm dreaming it up. It all started a couple weeks back when I dropped off some baked goods after a rare long weekend away from work for him and Jack since it was his weekend to have him. They invited me to stay and I spent the rest of the afternoon with the boys. By the end of the night I was calling him by his first name instead of 'Hotch' which was a new development. Ever since it's been small gestures and looks that tell me something is different.

I've been a part of the BAU for a couple years, growing in confidence and skill the more cases I get under my belt. I spent four years in the military as a designated marksman before continuing my training with the FBI, which lead me to the Counterterrorism Division, and then to the BAU.

"That sounds great actually." I grin. Bringing me coffee to work is another new thing. Aaron has been chattier, smiling more, but coffee is a new ball park.

"Alright, I will be in around twenty. Drive safe."

I mutter back a "you too" before we both hang up. As I make my way into the office I'm the first to reach the bullpen, I came a little early once I knew Aaron was going to be in. A traveling mug is sitting on my desk and I take a long sip. It's still hot, and it's exactly how I always make it. It's also the traveling mug he almost always can be seen with. I set my bag down by my desk before climbing up the stairs to Aaron's office.

"Good morning." I knock lightly on his open door, "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

He looks up from the folder in front of him and the frown leaves his face.

"I'm glad."

I take a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. It'll be fifteen minutes before the rest of the team joins us. Hotch begins to fill me in on some of the details without going too much into it. We still have to brief as a team.

"I don't think I've ever heard of a vehicle being used as the weapon." I surmise.

"It's highly rare. I've never seen a case likely this first hand." Aaron admits and we discuss a few more aspects of the case.

Eventually the rest of the team trickles in and after some light conversation I go back to my desk. Garcia comes in stomping directly to my desk.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Kevin is looking into a working a secret job and I wont even know where he'll be!" She gushes.

"Slow down, he what?" I spin around in my chair. Garcia fills me in on the details of the job and exactly what he had said to her. The worry on her face is permanent.

"Don't worry yet. He hasn't gotten the job, and if he's offered, you don't even know if he'll take it! Lets just wait to worry once we have something to worry about."

Penelope nods agreeing with my words before moving onto Morgan's desk to do the same and I smile and shake my head. JJ pulls us all into the conference room.

"An unsub that kills with his car." Emily states, "I haven't seen that before."

"Neither have the police in Bend, Oregon." JJ replies, displaying pictures on the screen in front of us.

"Two victims in the last twelve days." Hotch adds, "First was hit on a morning jog and the second was a woman stranded after her car broke down."

"Both female victims, but completely different age groups." I speak up, "The first victim was 23 and the second was 43."

"Maybe they aren't connected." Morgan thinks out loud.

JJ pulls up more pictures and explains that both victims were backed over after they were hit. No chance of accident and the same tread marks at both scenes.

"With where these wounds are, the worst of the blow is high on the bodies." I comment looking through the file, "It has to be a truck or SUV to match these wound patterns."

"See if Garcia can follow that. Try tracking makes and models." Aaron directs.

"There should be significant front end damage to the vehicle." Spencer chimes in.

"Unless our unsub is smart enough and skilled enough to cover his tracks." I begin, "Somehow I don't think it'll be as easy as finding a damaged truck."

It's a five hour flight from DC all the way to Bend but thankfully it gives us all the opportunity to rest up again. By the time we land we can go straight to the police station.

"I think it's safe to say our unsub is male." I read over the case file, thinking out loud with Aaron. This is something new too, we often brainstorm together and work well to get the other thinking outside the box.

"I agree." Hotch nods, "Given what we know about aggressive driving and road rage."

"And the fact that men have an unnatural bond with their cars." Emily laughs. JJ chimes in to agree, which turns into Morgan disagreeing before Rossi is also adding to it.

"I think he has to be overcompensating. Why else have a need for a truck that big." I guess.

"Possibly." Spencer comments, "If the unsub is physically defective the car not only gives the power and control he otherwise lacks, but it also serves as a shield."

"A way for him to avoid physical contact?" Hotch asks.

"He wants power and control of his victims." Prentiss shutters, "Female victims. It almost reads like an assault profile."

"I wanna know why he isn't getting personal with it then. If this is how he assaults women, what if there's something that prevents him from going a more traditional route. It's possible he's disabled." I suggest.

Hotch tells Garcia to look into it to see if anything recent could be a trigger and to look at the people surrounding the victims. Morgan and Rossi head to the highway to get a feel for it and see what they can get from it from the second victim's scene. Hotch and I head to where the jogger was hit.

"Not a lot of people jog here. It's a physically demanding hike." The sheriff informs gesturing to the trail.

"Well, she was a triathlete." I remind.

"The assailant drove behind her and ran her down right here." The sheriff walks us in to where the red stained gravel remains.

"She was jogging alone? Any woman would know if a car was following her up the trail. Her intuition would've been driving her crazy. She would get off the trail or call for help."

"What if he was already here waiting." Hotch agrees, taking in the scene, "What if she was the reason he was here and it wasn't random. He was waiting for her specifically."

"That would mean we underestimated him. It wasn't a random attack, it was planned and vindictive.

The team meets back at the station to go over what we've discovered. The second victim's husband comes in and recalls seeing a large black truck parked by their house giving us something. This confirms that he's targeting and stalking specific individuals.

"Ready be done for the night?" Aaron asks, he peeks his head into the conference room that only I occupy at this point. The rest of the team has already gone to the hotel to call it a night, but Aaron was still talking with the husband and I was just pouring over people in the area that raised some of Garcia's flags based on what we know so far.

"I suppose." I close the file I had been reading and rub at my eyes.

"It'll still be there tomorrow." He reminds.

"I know, the sooner the better though." That's something I don't need to remind him on. We both know it all too well. With an unsub this aggressive we know he isn't stopping anytime soon.

The drive to the hotel is short and comfortably quiet. Neither Aaron or myself have the energy to discuss anything as we're going on a fifteen hour day.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Aaron carried my bag in from the car to the foot of my bed in my room, even with multiple reassurances that I could carry it just fine. I give him a soft knowing smile before he leaves for his own room.

The next morning it's discovered that the unsub sabotaged the second victims car in order to strand them. He's very focused and well planned.

"We need to figure out why he's picking these women." Hotch states, "What makes them a target and links them together."

"Road rage, maybe they cut him off at some point?" I question, "Also how does he have the time to stalking these women to know their routines, sabotage a car, park and wait."

"Roughly eight percent of the United States is unemployed." Reid rattles off.

"Including someone who could be disabled and lives off of a pension." I remind from my earlier guess."

"Have Garcia look into it." Hotch states before walking away and I smile.

"Pretty girl is on top of it this case." Morgan teases with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I roll my eyes.

"Maybe it's something to do with her getting the case early and going over it with Hotch before our team briefing." Reid says with his nose already in a new file. I can feel my face turn a shade of red.

"Pretty girl is getting extra credit!" Prentiss joins in happy to tease, even adopting Morgan's typical nickname for me and Penelope.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I simply got in early and we were both at the office." I take a sip of my coffee, looking for any distraction, reaching out to grab a file for myself to ready through. I'm really glad that I didn't bring Hotch's travel mug in from the hotel, I still have it and I almost used it today. That definitely wouldn't go unnoticed with the people surrounding me.

Thankfully the team lets us move on and were able to brainstorm some more. Unfortunately it doesn't take long for JJ to interrupt to tell us there's been a third victim.

"Impact nearly cut him in two." The sheriff explains.

"Male victim?" I question as we arrive on the scene. The unsub hit him in a parking garage, pinning him between the truck and elevator doors. "He's getting more aggressive."

Cigarettes butts are discovered where the truck was parked in waiting. All of them stripped of the filter showing signs that he's military.

"Guys I think I know what ties the victims together." Reid interrupts, "All of the victims drove two door red coupes."

Garcia was able to look into car accidents that left someone injured enough to the point that he can't kill traditionally. He holds the person responsible for his accident for killing his loved one and his own disability. There's nearly twenty five people to still filter out off of the specifications we gave her.

"Wait you guys I think I found it." I sit up from the most recent file that had red flags, "Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed while driving home from Napa Valley on route 7 around midnight. It appeared their car was run off the road. His wife died at the scene."

"And Ian?" Rossi asks.

"He survived although he suffered a spinal cord injury."

Morgan and Prentiss go to his doctor to verify some information while we try to track down Ian. His house foreclosed after the accident.

"Track the parts for his specific truck. He's been doing his own repairs so they have to be sent somewhere." Rossi suggests to Garcia.

"Rossi gets a gold star!" Garcia sings, "He's having the parts drop shipped, I'm sending you guys the address."

"Hey, what do I get for knowing he would be disabled?" I jest, I called that from the plane.

"Nothing but my love, sugar." Garcia says before hanging up.

"I don't have a gold star, but well done Y/Ln." Aaron nods.

Arriving at the home Ian had been renting we find it empty but lots of surveillance photos of the victims and one other person who hasn't been harmed.

"Send this to Garcia now, we need to know who this is." Rossi hands me the picture. I send it to her and she's able to run his plate from the image.

It doesn't take her long to find him and contact his home, where she finds out that he's out biking with a group doing a thirty mile loop.

"Y/n, you're with me. We'll take the north side, Morgan and Rossi you start south and we'll meet in the middle." I quickly get in the passenger side of the SUV and Aaron takes off.

The biking club that target is in covers a lot of milage as Aaron speeds through the dirt road trying so hard to meet the group before the unsub does. Eventually we're closing in, but unfortunately the black truck is ahead of us and gaining on the bikers faster than we're gaining on him.

"Hold on." Aaron takes a risk by cutting Ian off before he can clip the mass of bicyclists. He does this by driving the front left corner of our car into the back right of his truck.

The airbags go off and were spun around from the impact.

"Y/n." Aaron calls. He says it a second time with more panic when I don't answer.

"I'm okay." I groan. The unsub is attempting to back his truck out of the ditch we're both stuck in to finish his mission. He took a much less impactful hit from our collision. I unclip my seatbelt and swing open my door, shattered glass falling from my lap as I stand up.

"Y/n, wait." Aaron instructs, he pulls hard on his seatbelt. It seems like he's stuck from the accident, but the worry on his face is only for me. I give him a look to say I've got this, while he continues to pull at his jammed seatbelt.

"Ian Coakley." I call out, and the man looks over to me briefly. It registers on his face that I am holding my gun and it's aimed for him, he has tears in his eyes.

"This is for Sheila." he floors it heading straight for the group that's waiting after witnessing the accident.

I plant my feet and aim for the back window of the truck, hoping to hit Ian's shoulder. Enough to stop him in his tracks before can harm anyone else without killing him. I've done enough killing myself over the years, and even with all he's done he's a man suffering with the grief of accidentally killing his wife.

The bullet leaves my gun with a loud crack, shattering the back window of the truck. He swerves but not enough to take him off the road. I let out a breath and fire again, this time sending a bullet into the back of his chair and sending his car off the road again to be stopped by a tree. I let out a huff of exhaustion from the impact leaning against the SUV.

Morgan and Rossi pull up and stop to get out and help Aaron and I after seeing our totaled SUV.

"Go" I wave them to keep driving to the unsub to see if he's ok and they do. Aaron manages to get out of the car finally, I hear Morgan call out to radio in an ambulance.

"He's still alive." Rossi shouts to us referring to Ian, they have him laying down now while applying pressure to his wound. The top of his shoulder which shouldn't be fatal, I sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asks finally rounding the back of the car to join me where I stand, he steadies himself. I nod, finally putting my gun away, feeling how stiff my body is.

Aaron fully ignores my nod, taking my head in his hands and pulling my eyelid open to check for signs of a brain bleed. He wipes at my forehead, pulling back his hand with blood on it. Maybe we were hit harder than I thought. Damn airbags.

"I think you have a concussion-" He states, "and you might need stitches."

The worry on his face is deep. I can feel the guilt radiating off of him, he was the one driving. He's the one that chose to hit the unsub's truck.

"I'm okay!" I reassure him, placing my hands on top of his that still rest on my head. This is crossing a new line. He's never touched my face, and I've never touched his hands like this.

"I shouldn't have done that. It was reckless."

"I'm glad you did." I disagree, "If we had waited any longer he would've been able to get his last victim. There's an entire biking club alive right now because of you."

This reminder seems to help slightly, he looks over my shoulder where the crowd remains. I pull him in for a hug, both of us shaking slightly from the adrenaline. After a while we pull apart, the rest of the team arrives as well as a couple ambulances. One takes Ian away immediately, escorted with two police officers as well.

"It took two shots? You're losing your touch." Morgan teases, thowing an arm around my shoulder that makes me wince a little. My phenomenal aim has always been a touchy subject with him, not liking being second.

"I'm concussed and he was driving fast." I defend, fully knowing how whiny I sound.

"Statically of our entire team Y/n would be the only one likely to have made that shot with the variable speed that Ian Croakley was traveling at." Spencer chimes in.

"I knew you were my favorite for a reason." I grin pulling Spence in for a hug effectively shaking off Morgan's arm.

"Yeah, whatever." Morgan shrugs, ruffling the hair in top of Spencer's head.

"Ma'am, you really need to get looked at." The emt reminds, interrupting our conversation. I leave the group and look over to see Aaron sitting on the back of one of the ambulances. We both finish getting evaluated, thankfully nothing too serious that we have to delay our flight home.

"You were right about the concussion." I grin walking up to Aaron as the sheriff walks off.

"And it would seem the stitches too." He reaches out again, thumb hovering over the threading sticking out of my forehead.

"Yeah, should make fore a pretty badass scar." I tease.

"I'm sure it will." He smiles, a real smile. The Aaron smile that I have seen so rarely, but more frequent lately. The plane ride back home is quiet, everyone drained, Aaron and I just flat out sore. By the time we get back to the BAU, Aaron sends everyone home saying the paperwork can wait for the following day. Everyone clears out and he goes back up to his office.

"Not following your own advice?"I question, walking into his office. I make my way round to his side of the desk and lean back on it. The edge of my thigh just barely meeting the outside of his arm from where he sits.

"Just wrapping up a few things before." He sets down his papers, his eyes raking all the way up me from toe to head, we both pretend I don't notice.

"You know, since I have a concussion they said I need to be under observation. No sleeping, crazy delusions, slipping into comas that sort of thing. You know anyone who wants to stay awake with me?"

"I can think of someone" He smirks, "I can put on a pot of coffee."

I pull out the to go mug he had brought my coffee in a few days ago out of my tote and hold it out to him.

"Take me home Aaron."

AHHHHHHHH i hope yall like this! i haven't written in forever to it was honestly just fun to do! :)

[professorspork]

Not sure if you've already done this but could you either rank or tier list the Glindas and Elphabas you've seen?

lmao you know, very true to form for me how even with 59 different boots and 6 live performances under my belt i'm still like "NO I CAN'T POSSIBLY CHOOSE, I NEED MORE DATA"

like. girl. you know your own taste, be real, how much more do you really need???

but constitutionally something about me still resists lists and tiers, so instead i'm gonna do CATEGORIES.

so welcome to:

THE OZCARS

every category will have explanations, five nominees, and one winner. nominees will be listed in chronological watch order, and specific boot dates will be noted when appropriate. fair? FAIR, I THINK.

also lmao there's no way i have the self-control to limit myself to just gelphie, and please note the obvious caveat that this is a time capsule of opinions that are as ever subject to change, and this may be revisited after more things are seen

i have no idea how long this is gonna get, so maybe let's put this under a cut, huh.

BEST FIRST IMPRESSION (Elphie Edition)

(i.e.: the actresses who really impressed and made a mark on me right from the jump)

NOMINEES:

Shoshana Bean [Bway 1/9/05]: Smol Bean Too Good For This World, Too Pure

Nicole Parker [Bway 3/8/09]: Oh That's Why They Say Comedians Make The Best Dramatic Actors

Mamie Parris [1NT 11/30/11]: Green Bean Thinks Of Nothing But Murder All Day

Emmy Raver-Lampman [1NT 5/31/14]: Shockingly Steady Standby Holds Night Of Pure Chaos At Bay Like It's Easy

Mary Kate Morrissey [2NT 8/4/18]: Wow People Weren't Fuckin Kidding About Double Name Witches Being Gay On Purpose Holy Shit

WINNER: MAMIE PARRIS

I'm still two installments away from talking about this particular bootleg in the Punctum Project, but my WORD what a tour de force Mamie is. she stalks onto stage in act 1 frothing at the mouth and full of charisma and bile, and you just can't take your eyes off her. fucking amazing stuff.

BEST LAST(ING) IMPRESSION (Elphie Edition)

(i.e. the actresses whose performances have really clung to my bones and have longevity and mental staying power)

Shoshana Bean, giving YOU THINK YOU DON'T LIKE NICE ELPHIE? TOO BAD MINE WILL HAUNT YOU

Eden Espinosa, giving YOU NEVER FORGET YOUR FIRST

Carmen Cusack, giving WHY THE FUCK DID THEY NEVER LET YOU DO BROADWAY WHEN YOU'RE THE BEST AT THIS

Mamie Parris, giving NO SERIOUSLY DID I MENTION THE RAGE

Laurel Harris, giving WATCH ME GROW WATCH ME CHANGE WATCH ME MATURE WATCH ME BE SO BISEXUAL

WINNER: EDEN ESPINOSA

Reader you have no idea how hard this was for me to pick, because I do think this comes closest to "favorite" or "best" and i ALWAYS WANT TO GIVE CAVEATS. like especially I need to shout out Sho for making both lists and just like... doing the impossible work of opening the door to a post-Idina Elphaba and what that might mean and doing it with such fearless brightness. and also shout out to Carmen who I do think is maybe the most "complete" Elphaba for me, who comes closest to like, the version of Elphaba who lives in my head and whose voice I would use as my litmus test when writing fanfiction

but Eden was my first Elphie when I was a girl of but 14, and there's no getting around the fact that so many things I love in other Elphabas are, fundamentally, Little Eden Things. the combo of humor and pathos and riffs is just. in my DNA.

BEST FIRST IMPRESSION (Glinda Edition)

(These ones ARE in watch order despite not seeming like it you'll just have to believe me)

Kara Lindsay [LIVE on Bway 10/24/15, no boot exists to my eternal sadness]: My Glinda Girlie Awakening

Katie Rose Clarke [Bway 5/12/2013]: Reactivated Me Like A Sleeper Agent

Kendra Kassebaum [1NT 3/14/06]: Listen to the Sound... of Violence

Brittney Johnson [Bway 9/XX/19]: I'll Never Do It As Gay Again But My God Was This So Gay

McKenzie Kurtz [Bway 5/30/23]: Playing The Classics And Don't They Sound Great

WINNER: KARA LINDSAY

much like with Eden above this isn't really one I can like, make an argument against with any real strength or integrity. falling for Kara's glinda got me hooked on wicked for YEARS last time, and getting to her era of boots was a big motivator for how i approached the great rewatch. ultimately i fear they may not translate to those who never saw her live and can only go by recordings-- her early boots are marred by matt shingledecker giving her NOTHING and in her later boots she was lowkey carrying jenny dinoia, so you kind of have to squint i think to See It the way i know it in my bones, but. when she was good she was perfect. and so much of what i love about McKenzie was that she was Giving Kara.

BEST LAST(ING) IMPRESSION (Glinda Edition)

Megan Hilty, giving I MADE GLINDA SWEET THAT WAS ME I DID THAT

Kendra Kassebaum, giving I MADE GLINDA WEIRD THAT WAS ME I DID THAT

Annaleigh Ashford, giving I MADE GLINDA GAY THAT WAS ME I DID THAT

Katie Rose Clarke, giving I MADE GLINDA AUTISTIC THAT WAS ME I DID THAT

Kara Lindsay, giving I MADE YOU OBSESSED WITH GLINDA THAT WAS ME I DID THAT

WINNER: KATIE ROSE CLARKE

I mean. a) she's the longest Glinda so she kind of had a leg up here but b) lbr she was the longest Glinda for a goddamn reason. SO MUCH of what is now codified by fiat as things glinda Must Do are things krc just like. made up on tour and lbr got in trouble for at the time! her impact isn't just on how i understand Glinda but how EVERYONE understands glinda and like, i don't think anyone else really has a shot at that crown here other than maybe Cheno herself (who, yes, wasn't nominated and I realize that but having the staying power of being on the cast album is a whole other thing)

BEST AT GIVING GELPHIE

(Self-explanatory, but PAIRS ONLY everyone's gotta pull their weight or there would be too many caveats, even though LMAO that does skew this somewhat)

Stephanie J Block & Annaleigh Ashford: We Are The Gay Agenda and The Gay Agenda Is Hands

Carmen Cusack & Katie Rose Clarke: This Bitch Is Everything To Me (Even When She Drives Me Nuts)

Donna Vivino & Katie Rose Clarke: This Bitch Is Everything To Me (And We Have To Cry About It)

Mary Kate Morrissey & Ginna Claire Mason: Gay Agenda II Electric Boogaloo, We Have Clearly Spent Hours In Our Shared AirBNB Optimizing Every Moment Of This Show

Laurel Harris & Katie Rose Clarke: This Bitch Is Everything To Me (And For A Moment You Can Dream We Might Make It Work)

Honorable Mention: YES I KNOW I'M CHEATING but if I'd seen more boots of Alyssa Fox and McKenzie Kurtz they had a chance of knocking out one of the Katies I think and it's worth saying so

that said

WINNER: Mary Kate Morrissey & Ginna Claire Mason

This one was AGONIZING to narrow down and yes pitting Katie against herself three times does skew the results somewhat. but like. i think that if I met someone who was like "I've never seen Wicked but people tell me it's gay, what's the gayest version?" my instinct would be to point them at Double Name Witches before anyone else. I do love that (with the slight aberration of Laurel coming AFTER double name witches) this is two bookends of actresses very clearly going in with a game plan and executing, and then the insides of the sandwich is krc just like going into a dykadelic fugue state for several hours for years at a time and occasionally lucking into people who could keep up with her

BEST AT GIVING THROPPLE

(Yes this is a whole other thing than Gelphie, NO THE VENN DIAGRAMS ARE NOT IDENTICAL YES THERE IS CONSIDERABLE OVERLAP)

Carmen Cusack & Katie Rose Clarke & Cliffton Hall: True Love In Three Directions Has No Chance Of Running Smooth

Donna Vivino & Katie Rose Clarke & Richard H Blake: Crying Breakfast Friends Wish To Be Gentle And Fail

Mamie Parris & Katie Rose Clarke & Kyle Dean Massey: Young And Dumb and Full of Cum

Rachel Tucker & Carrie St Louis & Jonah Platt: Two Stressed Cheetahs And Their Zoo-Assigned Therapy Golden Retriever

Laurel Harris & Katie Rose Clarke & Ryan McCartan: Teenage Dirtbags Can't Do Feelings But Can't Stop Having Them

WINNER: LAUREL & KRC & RYAN

Blame my wife for this one y'all she converted me; the more I think about this trio the more I feel like they really do just have a balance to them that's very appealing -- getting both the sharp corners and the soft underbellies

FIYERO MOST WORTHY OF HAVING A CATFIGHT OVER

David Burnham, giving ACTUAL POPULAR GUY CHARISMA

Kyle Dean Massey, giving MOVE THEM HIPS

Michael Campayno, giving GENTLEST BOY

Ryan McCarten, giving DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME MEOW MEOW

Xavier McKinnon, giving IT WILL NEVER OCCUR TO YOU TO CALL ME MEOW MEOW *slutty wink*

WINNER: XAVIER MCKINNON

It took 20 years to find the man who was MADE IN A LAB TO BE THE PERFECT FIYERO but we did it boys, we found him. do you have any idea how hard it is to make his goofy-ass lines actually sound suave and THIS BOY MAKES IT LOOK EASY. he PULLS OFF THE GAZELLE LEAP. WHAT CAN'T HE DO. (well the answer is give thropple he's a fiyeraba truther but he's only been on tour less than a year give him time)

MORRIBLE BEST AT BOTH THE ACTING PART AND THE SINGING PART WITHOUT MAKING YOU CHOOSE

Carole Shelley: the OG

Alma Cuervo: Always Serving (all entendres intended)

Myra Lucretia Taylor: That's My Mom

Sheryl Lee Ralph: That's My Queen

Aymee Garcia: Those PIPES

WINNER: SHERYL LEE RALPH

Sheryl should have gotten a goddamn Tony for her turn as Morrible, she stole the fucking show, she was perfect in every possible way, the MENACE the HUMOR the VOICE my god.

WIZARD WHO MOST MAKES YOU GET WHY HE'S THE WIZARD:

Sean McCourt: I'm An Understudy Making A Meal of It (Pt I)

Lenny Wolpe: That's My Dad

Gene Weygandt: Peak Used Car Salesman Energy

Wayne Schroder: I'm An Understudy Making A Meal of It (Pt 2)

Michael McCormick: He Just Loves Drama

WINNER: LENNY WOLPE

Michael gives Lenny a real run for his money, but I have to go with my heart. Lenny talks like the penguin in Toy Story with the broken squeaker and 97% of the time he's the most nonthreatening sweetiepie ever and then he'll suddenly Get Serious and it's like OH DAMN OK.

BOQ BEST AT BEING NOT JUST TOLERABLE BUT TRULY LOVABLE

Telly Leung: bright spot in dark times

Alex Brightman: SO BABY

F. Michael Haynie: flustered and sweet

Jesse JP Johnson: didn't mean any harm

Michael Wartella: genuinely kind

WINNER: MICHAEL WARTELLA

I PROMISE THIS ISN'T JUST RECENCY BIAS Michael I think truly is best at navigating the swings Boq has to take without ever coming off as creepy or over-the-top. He's so GENTLE, even with Nessa, even at the end, and I'm very pumped to see more of his early work in my second go-around of boots

NESSA MOST EQUALLY GOOD AT BOTH ACTS OF THE SHOW

Deedee Magno Hall: unafraid of conflict in act 1 without being cunty about it

Stefanie Brown: makes the high highs and low lows tonally of a piece

Catherine Charlebois: years of excellence

Gizel Jimenez: Care Bear Stare

Kimber Elayne Sprawl: hell yeah i'll growl

WINNER: DEEDEE MAGNO HALL

And no, she's not winning just because my wife and I can't stop giggling any time she says any line and we mentally fill in it starting or ending with "sTEVEN--"

Deedee just has such a memorable presence, and never phoned in a single second; the line deliveries in act 1 for nessa can be so rote or surfacy and NOT FOR THIS LADY NOPE.

MOST PAINFUL FLUB

Bway 1/9/05: Joey McIntyre cannot find his note for like a full verse and a half of ALAYM and there's nothing Sho Bean can do to help him

1NT 2/26/09: Paul Slade Smith as Dillamond tells Elphaba to "go enjoy your students," leaving poor standby Merideth Kaye Clark (WHO HAS THE FIRE ALARM GO OFF ON HER LATER DURING NGD) to have to quickly improvise "That's okay, the other students aren't my friends."

Bway 6/30/2017: Kara Lindsay gets so lost in Jenny DiNoia's eyes that she ALSO sings "two good good friends" at the end of One Short Day

Bway 3/XX/20: Lindsay Heather Pierce flubs Elphie's entrance by saying "No I'm not green, yes I've always been green" instead of "seasick."

Bway 3/XX/24: Donna McKechnie says "Miss Elphaba!" instead of "Miss Upland!" as she enters the Ozdust Ballroom

WINNER(?): JOEY MCINTYRE

I'm so sorry Joey but this was your personal last show and it will live in infamy and there's nothing anyone can do about it

KOOKIEST GLINDA

(i.e. who is most in danger of being accused of having "a lot of personality")

Kendra Kassebaum, giving FISTICUFF REALNESS

Katie Rose Clarke, giving I AM AN AUTISTIC BABY DEER FROM OUTER SPACE

Alli Mauzey, giving THE ONLY THING I LOVE MORE THAN ME IS ATTENTION

Amanda Jane Cooper, giving MY FAVORITE GLINDA IS KATIE ROSE CLARKE LET'S TURN IT UP TO 11

Jennafer Newberry, giving I HAVEN'T FOUND MY GLINDA THESIS STATEMENT YET SO I'M GONNA DO THIS UNTIL I DO

WINNER: AMANDA JANE COOPER

Believe me, I am more shocked than anyone that someone was able to out-Katie Katie on this, but like. My word. Amanda Jane Cooper is A Lot, bless her, and VERY inventive. I stand by my decision to not include Annaleigh Ashford as a nominee; considering how Annaleigh plays every other role I've ever seen her in her Glinda is shockingly normal.

MOST BULLYABLE ELPHIE

(i.e. whose "The Wizard and I" and classroom scenes most have me going "oh honey good luck with all that, no wonder people keep putting Kick Me signs on your back.")

Teal Wicks, giving THEATER KID TRIES AND FAILS TO ROUGHLY APPROXIMATE DARIA

Dee Roscioli, giving MY POSTURE IS AS BAD AS MY SELF-ESTEEM

Jackie Burns, giving RACHEL BERRY OVERACHIEVER

Jessica Vosk, giving IT'S NOT MY FAULT NONE OF YOU LOSERS CAN SEE MY VISION

Natalia Vivino, giving INSUFFERABLE KNOW-IT-ALL

WINNER: DEE ROSCIOLI

Dee I think visibly has Glinda most stressed out and helpless during Popular because she cannot do it which takes the cake here

GLINDA I FIND IT EASIEST TO BELIEVE IS POPULAR WITHOUT THE SCRIPT TELLING ME SO

Kristen Chenoweth: Literally I Invented This Why Do My Predecessors Struggle When I Laid It Out

Annaleigh Ashford: Who Wouldn't Be Obsessed With Me?

Meggie Cansler: JAP Regina George And Making It Work

Gina Beck: The Fact That I Cannot Mask My Accent Is An Asset Actually Because I'm A Fascinating And Mysterious Exchange Student, Go With It

Brittney Johnson: Best Hang At Girl's Night/Throws Awesome Bachelorette Parties

WINNER: GINA BECK

I've only seen Gina once but I was fascinated by her Glinda, and how she commanded every room she was in with such ease. She's just someone you Pay Attention To, she's got this effortless magnetism that shows-doesn't-tell why it's not about aptitude it's the way you're viewed.

BEST POPULAR OOPSIE

(i.e. the improvs that weren't planned)

Bway 1/9/05: After like a FULL MINUTE of trying to get the flower to stick behind Sho's ear, Jennifer Laura Thompson gives up and puts it between Sho's tits instead

Bway 3/13/08: Annaleigh takes the flower off in the scene transition because it was falling out and stashes it in the shoe closet, then forgets which pair she hid it in when it's time for the finishing touch, has to dig through every single one, and chirps "I keep things in my shoes!" when SJB asks what she's doing

1NT 11/1/08: Katie Rose Clarke, still holding the lipstick she almost dropped as she grabs the mirror to set it on the bed, blurts out "I got so much stuff in my hands"

1NT 11/2/08 (yes literally the very next night): Katie Rose Clarke bodyslams herself so hard into her bed at "Fiyero and I are going to be married" she not only breaks a shoe and has to do the rest of Popular barefoot, but the impact sends the preset lipstick tube flying so that she has to spend the entirety of "when I see depressing creatures..." scrambling to find it in the pillows only to realize it's not there and then do a casj lean against the headboard and give Carmen a nod like she meant to do that

Bway 09/XX/19: Brittney can't get the flower to detach from her wig and finally has to let Hannah do it for her with a sad little "help!"

WINNER: 11/2/08 KRC

This one takes the cake because it's a two-parter, and because there are also like 18 different bonkers things that happen in that Popular that we do not have time to get into

IF THERE ARE OTHER CATEGORIES YOU WISH FOR MY OPINION ON, KINDLY LET ME KNOW. but this is getting quite long so I'm gonna stop it there for now

however, some people are so far and above in their respective categories, it was not worth naming four other nominees. so!

Various Senior Superlatives:

Elphie whose lack of a full video boot most kills my soul: Lindsay Mendez

Glinda whose lack of a full video boot most kills my soul: Patti Murin

Most Equal-Opportunity Bisexual Elphaba: Alyssa Fox

Most Affecting 'The Wizard and I:' Saycon Sengbloh 3/29/06

Fiyero Happiest Just To Be Invited (bc he ships Gelphie): Jon Robert Hall

Most Sizzling Sexual Chemistry Between A Wizard and Morrible: Michael McCormick and Alexandra Billings

Most Original Take on Morrible: JoAnne Worley and her ten packs a day American working-class accent

Most Frustrating Missed Opportunity for Comedy: Kyle Brown taking over for Timothy A Fitzgerald as Fiyero mid-show on 5/31/14 and NOT going for a laugh on "Fiyero, you frightened me. I thought you might have changed"/"I have changed!" LIKE COME ON MAN YOU LITERALLY HAVE CHANGED, LET IT BREATHE AND GIVE THE AUDIENCE A GIGGLE IT'S RIGHT THERE

Performance as Elphie closest to book!Elphaba: Mary Kate Morrissey 7/21/23; the most uncannily unsocialized and autistic Elphie I've ever seen and VERY unlike MK's usual portrayal. strikingly original and almost painful to watch at times. sensational.

Best sustained low note at the end of INTG: Julia Murney

Best delivery of "Yeah or maybe it scratched me or something:" Kristoffer Cusick

Best 1NT tour stop to use as a punchline: Appleton WI

Best Dillamond at actually making his lecture sound both interesting and like a legitimate classroom interaction: Harry Bouvy 9/24/17

All-Time Horniest ALAYAM: 2NT 2/XX/25 Carly Augenstein and Xavier McKinnon. No this is not recency bias, they kept kissing so long after the song ended the audience literally started to get uncomfortable. it ruled.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING I HOPE THIS SATISFIES

[ron456]

AHHHHH- IM SO SICK OF THE BS I SWEAR-

FIRST OF ALL-

He doesn't "act naturally" or "normal" because HE'S AUTISTIC-

Will Roland portrays him as AUTISTIC so he's gonna act AUTISTIC-

ALSOOOO- IT'S BROADWAY, BABE- THEY NEED TO BE OVERDRAMATIC AND VERY EXPRESSIVE OTHERWISE THE PREFORMANCE DOESN'T CARRY THROUGH THE WHOLE THEATRE-

AND ANOTHER THING- Jeremy is supposed to be a "loser"-

he gets bullied and is misunderstood by his peers because he is, well, NOT CHILL-

HE'S "CHALANT" AS HELL-

He gets bullied because he cares about things too much, he's anxious, he's loud-

And in regards to the "can't hold a note for too long"- have you heard Loser, Geek, Whatever? Or More Than Survive? Or Two Player Game??? Song where he holds notes for quite a long time- ALSO- to say that Will Roland can't reach the same notes as Will Connolly is just... not true.

And one of the reasons I think some people think Will Roland is "a worse singer" is because, sometimes, stylistically, Will Roland will use a sort of falsetto/head voice (which I LOVE BTW AND IM SICK OF PEOPLE CALLING OTHER PEOPLE BAD SINGERS BECAUSE THEY USE HEAD VOICE- IT'S BEAUTIFUL, IMPRESSIVE, AND REQUIRES GOOD BREATH CONTROL TO MAKE IT NOT SOUND CRAPPY AND WILL ROLAND DOES IT AMAZINGLY) like when he says "hero" and "Rob Dinero" (idk if that's how you spell it 😭) in More Than Survive.

It's not that he's a bad singer, he is taking the brunt of his voice during those parts and also, given that it's this little solo/soliloquy moment for Jeremy, I think that Will Roland's choice to use a light head voice there is perfectly well-placed. It feels kinda personal, I guess. And I love it <3

Not to say that Will Connolly's way of singing it isn't also great. It's awesome! But like, guys, we can't keep getting pissed when a new actor in a show doesn't have the exact same singing voice as the original 😭 That's just silly, guys. 😭

(LIKE WHEN PEOPLE GOT PISSED AT ELIZABETH TEETER'S LYDIA FOR SOUNDING TOO MUSICAL THEATRE-Y?? LIKE. HUH?!? GUYS, IT'S BROADWAY- WHAT DO YOU MEANNN??? Sorry, I have feelings- Also, Shoutout to Elizabeth Teeter, btw, cuz' she slayed <3)

Anywaysss- back to Will Roland's voice- he is very much capable of hitting the notes that Will Conolly hits- if not higher (IT'S NOT A COMPETION THO, GUYS- PLS DONT COME FOR ME). For example, the acoustic version of Loser, Geek, Whatever on Spotify which, I believe, is a key higher than usual!! This man can belt some high notes when the situation calls for it! And also, (these are not really bmc related but whatever) during the harmony or whatever at the end of "Sincerely, Me", that is none other than WiLL RoLaND (!!!) hitting that high E (I'm pretty sure it's an E. I hope it's an E. But regardless, it's still a SUPER HIGH NOTE) at the end! And in "Amphibian" on Joe Iconis' album titled, well, "Album", Will Roland hits some insanely high notes!!! ( EVEN IF THEY ARE HEAD VOICE. I REPEAT, HEAD VOICE DOES NOT MEAN BAD SINGER!!)

Also, as a little additional statement to my "Jeremy is autistic/ autistic-coded so Will Roland played him as autistic"; this is not to say that Will Conolly didn't add some "autistic flare", if you will, to Jeremy. I mean, just yesterday I was freaking out with my friend about a gif of Will Conolly's Jeremy doing the autistic flappy hands :))). And I think that he was a good baseline for other Jeremy's to build off of!

Also, I feel like the people that are saying that Will Roland's portrayal of autism/neurodiversity is "ableist" or "incorrect" or "too dramatic" are sorta failing to understand/acknowledge that autism/neurodiversity is a spectrum. Not every person with autism or another kind of Neurodiversity is gonna act the same. And I think that's something really beautiful that we should all cherish. It is GREAT that we are all different but also, in many ways, the same!

And to see myself and my uncontrolled speaking voice and weird noises and such represented by Will Roland on stage is such a beautiful thing that I think 'ought to be cherished.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Too Close

Javier Peña x fem!reader

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Eight o’clock sharp, you’re standing in the small apartment lobby, staring at the faded paint on the walls chipping. Your outfit of your first day at your new job is simple and classy—or you hope so, at least. A short, white, plaid pencil skirt combined with formal but comfortable shoes, and a plain white button-up blouse that shows your midriff. Your hair is down, just washed, styled in that way that makes you feel most confident.

You’re still nervous. Nervous off your fucking ass. And the prospect of seeing Javi, of having him take you to work, of spending time with him…It makes you flustered. He’s handsome, he’s witty, he’s kind. From what little you’ve met of him until now, he’s just your type.

But…

But he’s older. He’s much older. He must be what? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? Thirty six? Somewhere in between, you guess. And why would a man like him even glance at you? You’re a kid to him. He’s almost twice your age. What are you thinking?

You hear a door opening and keys jingling. A moment later, Javi walks to the lobby in a red button-up tucked into his jeans, a belt holding them up. He’s wearing a jacket and a tie, and he looks…

Fuck, he looks hot, you think, trying not to think about it.

“Mornin’,” he greets, those dark eyes taking in your outfit.

You feel yourself growing a little uneasy, shifting your weight around a tad. “Is this okay?” you ask of your outfit. “Does it get too cold here?”

He shakes his head. “Your outfit’s fine,” he tells you. “But I might need to take you out into the field with me sometimes, and it would probably be better for you to wear something that’s comfortable in case we need to stay out all day.”

You pause. “You're gonna take me into the field?” Your voice should be afraid; instead, you're delighted.

He chuckles. “No where too dangerous,” he promises. “Just little meetings with sources. Nothing for you to worry about. Besides, I'll be there to keep you safe.”

You smile softly. “My grandpa never let the other agents take me out onto the field. He was too afraid of me getting in harm’s way, I guess.”

“Dealing with sources isn't really that dangerous,” he tells you as he places a hand on the small of your back to lead you to the underground parking lot of the building. Tingles brush up your spine. “Worst parts are when we burst into coke labs or hideouts, stuff like that.”

“They're also the most exciting, I bet,” you say. “I mean, dangerous, obviously. But the adrenaline…”

He chuckles. “It's only exciting if you survive,” he points out. “Usually there are more funerals than celebrations after those kinds of raids.”

You're silent for a second. “I…Yeah, you're right.” Your voice turns soft, pensive. Of course it's not some game. What are you thinking? You're seeing it from a journalist’s perspective, not from a DEA agent’s. Raids make great stories, sure. But having to participate in those raids…

You have to keep reminding yourself that you’re now a member of the DEA, not a journalist. The world isn’t only about telling stories now, it’s about living them.

Javier leads you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. Immediately, you're blushing again, nervous and flattered. You stutter out a thank-you and Javi chuckles smoothly.

He gets in the driver's seat and, oh, God, if you thought he was hot, watching him drive just about sends you hurling over the edge. The way his aviators give him a mysterious hue, the early-morning sunlight shining through the window as he drives you through Colombia…

His nose, his lips, his jawline…Oh, you want to kiss it all. Kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Oh, those lips…

You realize you're staring when Javi glances at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You alright there?” he chuckles.

You blush, snapping your head away, glancing out the windshield. “Y-yeah. Fine. I'm just…trying to get a bearing of my surroundings, y'know. I'm gonna have to drive to the embassy myself eventually,” you say quickly, hoping your voice doesn't quiver as much as you think it does.

“I wouldn't mind driving you every morning,” he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. “We leave the same building and get to the same place. Problem would be when we each gotta go our separate ways.”

“Yeah.” You nod. “You work late?” you ask, out of curiosity more than anything.

He chuckles, a sound somewhere between amused and endeared. As if you were a child asking some silly little question. “You…could say that.”

You bite your lower lip, wanting to ask more, but you don't want him to think you're a naïve little girl. You're twenty-three. Not a child.

He's almost twice my age, you think, of course he sees me as a child.

*

Javi glances at you, noticing the slight pinch between your eyebrows. Did he say something wrong? Did he make you uncomfortable? He has the feeling you want to say more, to ask more. What's holding you back?

“I usually don't have a very regular schedule,” he tells you, hoping to ease your nerves. “It depends a lot on the narcos since we gotta take ‘em by surprise and we never really know where they're gonna be. So we gotta seize any opportunity we get.”

You nod. “Right. It's…Is it stressful? Always guessing where they're gonna be?”

“More than stressful, it's frustrating,” he responds. “Every time we think we're close, they vanish like thin air. Especially Escobar. He's a real tough motherfucker. Careful, ingenious. It's like chasing shadows. Every time we go after him, it's as if he already knows it.”

You pause, turn to him as he stops at a red light. “Every time?” you question.

He nods. “Yeah. We've barely even been close.”

“And you've made sure there are no leaks within the DEA? Or the Colombian military? Because it's a little odd that he can always predict your next move.”

Javier's eyes widen. Of course. How could he not think of that? There's probably someone playing for both sides. A mole filtering information to Escobar. But it would have to be someone close, someone who knows all of their plans.

It's not Carrillo. Carrillo is fully trustworthy, Javier is sure of that. But maybe someone on the Search Bloc, someone new…

He gives you a little smile. “Smart thinkin’,” he tells you. “It would've never occurred to me.”

You shrug as if dismissing your great idea. “I'm a journalist. My work depends on sources and info leaks.”

Smart, gorgeous, witty, humble…

Javier tries to keep himself in check. You're everything a man would want.

But not him. He shouldn't want you. You're so young, there are so many guys out there who would be better for you. He knows that. But, God, what he wouldn't give to get a taste of you…

*

The day flies by—no, the weeks fly by. Between doing your investigations, adjusting to the new work environment, getting used to living on your own, learning Spanish, and trying not to think about Javier, a month passes in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly you have an established routine, suddenly you're settled in. Suddenly you understand more Spanish and your accent decreases slightly. Suddenly, Colombia is becoming a home to you.

But the deeper you fall into Colombia, the deeper you realize it's a war zone. A small-scale kind of war zone. Sicarios—hitmen—make people disappear without anyone noticing for days.

Only reason you know is because those people are usually your sources.

Javier was right about the work being more frustrating than stressful. It's like sand, slipping right through your fingers. No matter how hard you try to hold onto it, it just seeps away.

You make progress. You know you do. But most days, it doesn't feel like it. Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, they both respect you. They appreciate you and your contribution to the team. Carrillo, the Colombian coronel, does too. But other men…they're a little sensitive about having a woman working with them.

They doubt you. They catcall you. They assume you got the job by sleeping with some higher-ups. And it pisses you off. You wanna punch them all, curse them, call them out for the disgusting pigs they are.

But you don't. You keep your calm. You're better than them and you know it—they know it. That's why they're anrgy with you. You threaten them. Your presence, your abilities, make them feel insecure. And that brings you a very much deserved wave of satisfaction.

Every new piece of information you bring in, the prouder you are of yourself. Until you realize Escobar keeps getting farther and farther away from the DEA. He buys and kills his way through life, opening himself a pretty little path, a red carpet rolled out at his feet.

Some days, you're upbeat. You feel you're moments away from catching the drug lords. But other days, you feel like you came down to Colombia for nothing.

Today is one of those days.

Late afternoon, everyone leaving the office after yet another failed raid. The warehouse had been emptied even before the DEA team was on its way there.

There's a mole, you think as you put away files with months’ worth of information. There has to be a mole. Someone is talking. Someone is ratting us out. But who?

You exhale thickly, a dull ache spreading behind your eyes. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Fuck,” you mutter, stressed, annoyed, frustrated.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You grab a file with a big, red stamp on the front that reads deceased—one of your sources just recently killed by sicarios—and aggressively toss it in the trash can. As if that would solve all your issues.

You don't realize he's standing in the office until he sighs. “Tough day, huh?”

You turn around, jumping a little, to find Javier there. He looks almost as pissed as you must look. More, probably. He's already been here for years and Escobar is still running free.

“Understatement,” you mutter, turning away from him. You grab another file, open it. You read the name. Some Francisco something. You grab a large stamp and press it onto the front page so the word deceased is now there in big, bold letters. You toss that into the trash too.

Javier approaches you slowly. You can feel his presence burning behind you, like warm sun on your nape, and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.

“Some of us are going for a drink,” he tells you, voice light and casual. “Just in case you wanna join us.”

You turn to him. “Who's going?”

*

Me and you, Javier thinks. Just us.

“Alright, fine. I'm going,” he says, chuckling softly, smoothly. “There's a bar downtown that I like to frequent when I don't have the best days. And you—no offense—but you look like you could use a drink.”

A small smile appears on your lips. He wants to kiss the corner where your mouth curls.

He can see it in your eyes, you're thinking it through. Weighing the decision. Maybe if he tips the scale a little…

“On me,” he adds, giving you a little smirk. “Y'know. Just a little something to take the edge off.”

Your smile broadens and he knows he's succeeded.

“Alright,” you agree. “You're driving.”

You don't have to say it. It's become the default. Even though the embassy finally delivered your own car, Javi keeps driving you to and from work. Unless he knows he's going to have to stay out later or go through with a raid in the middle of the night, he always insists you let him drive you.

You always politely tell him it's fine, that you can do it yourself, but he doesn't want you to do it yourself. He wants to drive you. Wants to have you sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Wants to hear you hum along to the songs on the radio. That's become the highlight of his day—you have become the highlight of his every single fucking day.

And he hates himself for it. What is he thinking? You're half his age, you can do so much better than him. He's broken, tarnished. He doesn't need to drag you down with him.

But the way your eyes light up when you see him. The smiles you give him. The way his name rolls off your tongue.

Good God, how many times has he spent too long in the shower, one hand braced against the cold tiles as the water falls onto his back while his other hand fists his cock? Head down, hair wet, eyes shut tight as he thinks of you, of the way you say his name. Your little skirts and gorgeous eyes. Your soft, sweet lips…

Over and over, he spills his release onto the shower wall, thick white ropes that trickle down the drain. He does it until it hurts, until the warm water runs cold, until there’s no more of his come to spend. And yet, no matter how much he does it, it's never enough.

Nothing is enough. Not cold showers, not jerking off for hours, not sleeping with his usual hookers and imagining you. Nothing does it.

If it's not you, it'll never be enough.

He takes you to a small club. A private, luxurious little place. Both of you are still in your work clothes. He watches you remove your blazer and are left in a pretty top and a skirt. You let your hair down, untuck your blouse from your skirt, and suddenly you look different. You look free. And Javier's heart skips because he now feels like he has the opportunity to take you home. To lead you to his bed. To spread your legs and let himself finally taste you, feel you, fuck you…

He leads you to a booth in a corner, comfortable and a little more private than other tables, and you sit across from each other.

He watches you, saying nothing as you look around, studying your surroundings. Music is playing softly in the background, people are talking, glasses are tinkling. But he can only focus on you.

You turn to him, a small smile on your face, those beautiful eyes almost shining. “So, as a regular here, I bet you know the menu by heart. What drink would you recommend?”

He chuckles. “I like to take my whiskey. Not a big fan of fancy, elaborate drinks.” He eyes you for a second, purposely letting the tension grow. “But I'd suggest you order a piña colada. Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.”

Javier notes the blush that forms on your cheeks and he feels proud of himself. He didn't take it too far, just a small flirtatious comment. And already you're all flustered.

God, the look on your face if he were to fuck you in front of a mirror, if he'd spread your legs to see your wet pussy, if he'd touch you, kiss you…

Fuck.

He starts getting hard, his cock bulging against the seam of his pants. He slightly adjusts his jeans to relieve the pressure a little.

A waitress comes over and takes your order. Your drinks arrive not long after.

“How are you adjusting to life down here?” he asks you, sipping his whiskey. Bitter, cold. Just how he likes it.

You sip your piña colada, removing the little umbrella on it. “Well enough,” you reply. “Only thing I still struggle with is the language a little.”

He nods in understanding even though he speaks Spanish fluently. He grew up with both languages, he hadn't been forced to learn from zero.

“You'll be able to get it,” he assures. “You're a quick learner. If Steve was able to learn, you're certain to nail it.”

You laugh and he chuckles. He likes that too, he realizes. Your laugh, the way the corners of your eyes crinkle, the shine in your gaze, the way the sound resonates from your mouth.

Suddenly it's a little hotter in the club and for the first time in a really long time, Javier feels nervous around a woman.

*

You like the way he looks at you. Those dark eyes taking you in as if he can't afford to miss a single detail about you.

Smiling a little coyly, you take another sip from your piña colada. It's so sweet.

Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.

Butterflies burst in your stomach. You gaze back up at him. He meets your gaze for a moment before looking away.

He reaches for his tie, undoes it with one hand, starts tugging it off.

Good God…

You press your thighs together. The tiniest of gestures and yet he looks so fucking hot doing it.

You wish he'd tie you up with that tie, pinyou to the bed, take what he wants…

Mind out of the gutter, you tell yourself. Mind out of the gutter.

As the night goes on, you both talk about everything and anything. The conversation doesn't dry up. It just flows. It's odd how much chemistry you two have, it's almost like you'd be perfect together.

But you work together. But he's much older. What would people say? What will happen when—if you were ever to be more than coworkers? More than friends?

No, don't think about that. It won't happen. He's just being kind, taking out the new girl to help her. It doesn't mean anything.

But you doubt yourself. The way he's looking at you, those dark eyes, that intense gaze…You could swear there's more to this than mere kindness.

As the night grows darker, the music gets louder. People start moving onto the dance floor, the lights dim. As the sounds rise in volume, you and Javi sit closer to be able to hear one another.

And suddenly everything shifts. Suddenly you're so close, suddenly the atmosphere is different, suddenly you're staring right into his eyes and he's glancing at your lips.

A soft breath leaves you. How many piña coladas have you had? This isn't you thinking, it's not you leaning closer to him. It's someone else, some other girl—confident, bold, she goes after what she wants. It's not something you would do. But this new version of you…

His lips are grazing yours now. You're so, so close to him. You can smell the cigarettes on his breath, can feel the heat of his skin. He smells of cologne and whiskey and smoke and soft musk.

“I was thinking,” you say, voice low, sultry. What's that sound? Is it the music booming or your racing heart? “You should teach me Spanish.”

“Teach you Spanish?” he asks, eyebrows pinching together. He seems confused, unsure about where you're going with this.

You nod. “Yeah. The toughest part is getting my tongue to roll the right way. And I was thinking you could show me…”

His eyes shine with realization. He understands now, you can tell. “Fuck,” he says breathlessly, voice low and thick. “C’mere.”

And then he's kissing you.

His mouth is warm, soft, and he tastes like danger.

One of his hands finds your waist, the other cups the back of your neck to pull you closer. He devours you, lips coercing yours open before his tongue slides in, tasting of whiskey.

When your tongue meets his, he groans quietly, the sound reverberating through you. The hand on your waist tightens its grip, the other one tangling in the hair at the back of your head and tugging slightly.

You gasp. He smirks. Javi pulls you closer until you're just about forced to get on his lap. You're happy to do so, straddling his hips, one hand on the back of the booth sofa to hold you up, the other one cupping his face.

When you lean your weight down on Javier, he groans, a barely-restrained sound that makes you wetter than you already are.

You can feel he's hard, his cock pressing right between your thighs. You get comfortable on his lap, the bulge in his pants right against your clit.

His hands move down to your ass slowly, testing the waters. When you don't complain, he squeezes the supple flesh, groaning into your mouth.

And it's wrong. And you know it's wrong. But you let him.

*

Fuuuuck.

Javier's mind is a blur, his every thought fogged over with the feel of you on top of him.

His cock aches for you. You're on top of him, the feeling of you on his lap is almost enough for him to jizz his pants.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're perfect. All of you is perfect. You feel so much better than he could've ever imagined.

His large hands squeeze your ass and start guiding your movements, making you grind against him. You let out a little sound, a soft, quiet moan and his hips buck up against yours. In response, you whimper, thighs tightening on either side of him.

He keeps guiding you, making you ride him through the fabric of his pants. He can feel the crotch of his jeans grow wet with his precum, his hips starting to move against yours in search of more.

More, more, more.

He wants so much more. He wants to lift up your skirt, move your panties to the side, slide his cock into you. He wants to feel you, your warm, wet pussy clenching around him…

“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips. It's not enough. It won't be enough until he fucks you. Properly fucks you.

One of his hands moves from your ass to the side of your thigh, and then between your legs. He plays with the edge of your skirt and then his hand wanders under it.

His calloused fingertips find the fabric of your panties and his cock twitches. He gently teases your folds through your underwear, feeling how wet you are already.

He pulls moan after moan from you, smirking against your mouth, swallowing your every sound.

“Javi,” you whimper, pulling away from his lips to take a heaving breath.

“Shh, angel, you don't everyone to know what we're doing now, do you?”

You shake your head softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm, n-no. I just—Oh, God.”

He pushes your panties aside, rough fingers finding your bare cunt. It's so wet, the coarse hair on your skin soaked.

You jerk at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy and he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.

He gathers some of your slick with his middle and index fingers and spreads it all over your cunt, leaving you nice and wet so his thumb can glide over your clit in soft, neat circles.

A string of incoherent words leave you and Javi smiles. He wishes he had you in his bed right now so he could spread your folds with his fingers, look at how wet you are.

But this will have to do for now.

He slides his middle finger into you, his thumb adding more pressure on your clit as he draws mindless shapes on the needy bud.

You rock your hips against his hand, moaning, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“That's a good girl, angel,” he whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. “You're doing so well. I'm gonna add another finger, yeah?”

He slides his ring finger into you as well and you throw your head back, gasping softly. He curls his fingers up to find that spot that makes you clench around his digits and he smirks.

The more he fingers you, the wetter you get, the tighter you grip him. “C'mon, angel. Come for me, yeah? Let me give you what you deserve.”

You mewl, nuzzling your face into his neck as he fucks you open with his thick fingers.

“Shh, shh. You're so close, angel. So close. Fuck, I can feel how tight you're getting.”

His words seem to spur you on because you start riding his hand faster, more eager, as if you can't get enough. And then there's a moment where your body seems to pause, your every muscle tensing, your eyes shutting tight, and then you fall over the edge.

Javi watches as you climax, the sight more beautiful than anything he's ever seen in his fucking life. He doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you like this. He'll die if he can't get more of you.

“There you go,” he whispers into your ear, helping you ride out the pleasure. “That's a good girl. Are you alright, angel?” He kisses your jaw, your neck, inhaling your soft scent.

You nod weakly. “Mhm,” you hum, shuddering a little. “‘m fine.”

“Good.” He kisses your lips softly, tasting you. God, the things he wants to do to you. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, his body aching to taste you. You taste so sweet, so gentle, so fucking perfect.

Oh, what's he fucking doing? You're half his age. You're too good for him. He shouldn't be—

Your hands start moving to the front of his pants, palming his throbbing cock through the fabric, and suddenly Javier forgets himself. He forgets everything.

If it's not you, he doesn't care right now. He'll figure it out later. There will be time later.

So he just gives in. Just ignores everything and allows himself this moment with you.

It'll only be once. Just once, he promises himself.

Cross my heart.

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I hope you enjoy babes!!! <33333

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As our resident vocal expert here among the Jiminettes, I wonder if you would weigh in on Jin's new album?

I especially want to ask you about the title track. This is something I've noticed about Jim lately--how often he switches to falsetto when it doesn't seem necessary or desirable. Falsseto/head voice in the chorus--so it's softer--and then he goes back to chest voice for the final word "most." It's a bit jarring, imo.

Am I the only one perplexed by this vocal choice? He did the same thing in his debut album, too. I think back to his masterpiece Epiphany--damn, that was powerful. Can he no longer sing like that? Is he playing it safe? Is it a stylistic choice I just don't get?

Otherwise, it's very nice. Frankly, I didn't recognize his voice with DTMYLM at first--I thought he sounded like Jungkook. And the rest of the album has some good moments, too. I definitely like it better than his debut.

i haven't listened to the full album yet still 😬 i got bored after 2 and half songs and stopped. i did listen to dont say you love me though and i actually really liked it. i don't actually listen to jin's music much at all surprisingly because his music fits right into my music taste. anyway, i can't really weigh in on the whole album cause i haven't listened to it all but i can totally talk about the tt.

i actually have an unanswered ask in my inbox about jk's use of falsetto on golden that i still need to answer (sorry guys, life is busy and i get unmotivated 😭) but i think this is a good time to talk about the choice between using head and chest voice.

so for dsylm, the falsetto in the chorus really fits the generally softer vibe of the song. it's not a super fast or dancey song, nothing that really hits you hard in it. because the chorus is in the register where he would have to belt, mix, or turn to head voice to hit it, the best choice to fit the vibe of the song was to choose falsetto.

i mean, think about who. would who have the same vibe if jimin chose to sing the prechorus in falsetto instead of mix? not at all, and it would have felt jarring to sing it in that way. same concept here. the vibe of the song fit falsetto more than chest voice did.

but i definitely see what you mean by the transition from head voice to chest voice is jarring in the "cause it hurts the most" part of the chorus. something jimin is really really good at that the rest of bts isn't great at is smooth transitions between registers. he's able to smoothly move from chest voice to head voice and vice versa without it seeming too sudden. jin doesn't have that skill, so he jumps from head voice to chest voice with no transition and it also comes with a change in intensity. honestly, even though those notes fit in his chest voice range, i think jin should've continued with head voice for those parts just to keep the soft vibe of the chorus intact.

now if we wanted to see jin use his chest voice for the chorus part, he could actually do that really easily by actually putting a bridge in the song that builds and builds and builds and then do a final chorus that's more intense where the chest voice sound would fit better.

i feel like i need to give an example of what i mean. if you didn't know i'm Christian so the music i listen to is very split between pop music and christian music. i don't really know where people are in terms of religion on here but if you haven't listened to contemporary christian music, most of the popular artists and bands have incredibly talented vocalists so they're able to use techniques that kpop idols usually don't have the skill or ability to do live. one song that really really shows off the concept of building up a song to do a really satisfying final chorus is who else by gateway worship and abbie gamboa. i'll link it so you can listen to it (this is my most streamed song so far this year 😭😭)

so in this song, the verses and chorus start off very quiet and slow. immediately belting doesn't fit the vibe. halfway through the second chorus, we jump an octave up and abbie starts using more is mix voice to hit the notes, but notice that the vibe of the song still isn't super intense. yes, we've built up since the first chorus but we're not fully up in intensity yet. then we get into the bridge and it's a ton of building in the instrumental, in the backing vocals, in the progression of the melody slowly getting higher and just the song building up. then we get to the final chorus following the bridge and abbie is belting, the instrumental is full and satisfying (and so so so so so good 😭😭) and the build up to that final chorus is perfectly timed. Had that first chorus been replaced by the last chorus, the whole vibe of the song would've been thrown off. and then the vibes drop back down to a more chill tone and abbie sings the chorus in falsetto.

point is, the choice between head voice and chest voice is determined by the vibe of the song, the amount of building intensity, and the emotional intensity wanting to be achieved. dsylm will probably be a kinda boring song to perform in concert because it lacks a building intensity. a song like who else is perfect for a concert scenario (from an audience perspective, a sound engineer perspective, and a lighting perspective haha) because of that build

i think if jin is gonna continue to release songs with a more traditional band type feel to it, he's gotta find ways to get emotion and intensity to build in his songs, otherwise performing them will just be boring 🤷‍♀️

[fmajorenthusiast]

What are Rocky Horror characters favourite nirvana songs?

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(Full disclosure I didn't know any Nirvana until now to prep for this list so if my answers are a little bit strange my bad!!! Also I really only know the basic ones!!! I was super excited to make this list, though!!! :))

Frank: Well let's start out with Beeswax!!! That is DEFINITELY Frank's number one song!!! Followed not to far behind my Spank Thru!!! Frank LOVES these songs because they are INCREDIBLY sexual and they're wild as well!!! Frank LOVES that in a song!!! The only thing that puts Beeswax in a definite lead is that Frank ALWAYS gets it from someone else!!! He always makes sure that someone else who's fuckable and nearby!!! If there isn't, he will ABSOLUTELY lose his MIND!!! It's WILD!!! All this to say that Beeswax is in the lead because Spank Thru is about masturbation and while he still LOVES that in a song, it's not a thing that he personally relates to! He claims that he's "above" masturbation... and everybody else absolutely cringes at that one!!! Either way, Frank BLASTS these songs loud enough that everyone except for EDDIE gets wildly irritated!!! Rocky asked him what the lyrics meant one time and Frank told him everything!!! Thankfully, Rocky somehow wasn't disturbed!!!

Brad: Brad really likes Come As You Are and Lounge Act!!! He says that he finds the songs to be really "chill but also super cool" and "they're not acoustics, they're totally rock! But it's like... I feel a nice cool vibe from the guy!" He's not sure what that means exactly or why these two songs specifically give off that vibe to him and mostly him alone, but it's become a bit of a game now for everyone to try and figure out what those little things that he likes are!!! Is it something in the instrumentals? Is it something in the way that these songs are sung? Is it the tempo? The melody? The keys? Who knows!!! Either way, even EDDIE can't figure it out but Brad likes these two songs a WHOLE lot!!! He always sings along whenever they come on the radio in his cute little "I'm pretending to be a rockstar but quietly" voice! And he'll just quietly sing them throughout his day in general!!! He likes these songs a LOT!

Janet: Janet likes Something in the Way!!! A whole lot!!! She loves the softness that the song has and she loves the way that it feels like a lullaby to her!!! Which is not a description that can apply to that many Nirvana songs!!! She's never really paid much attention to the lyrics and everyone else has pretty much all thought to themselves the exact same thing!!!.... ".... good" Janet has this song on when she falls asleep and she uses it to fall into a very dreamy state if she wants to be in one!!! She also cries to the song when she's sad!!! She finds it SO soothing!!! She loves the way that the melody sounds so calm!!! She loves the other acoustic numbers as well, though!!! Dumb being another one that she really does enjoy!!! Janet never really does listen to the lyrics of any Nirvana songs and she tunes them out! And while they are great lyrics, for her, that is DEFINITELY for the best!!!! She loves the acoustic songs a lot!!!

Riff Raff: Riff Raff's favorite song is DEFINITELY Heart-Shaped Box and he FULLY belts it out ALL THE TIME!!! It reminds him of the way that so many people have fallen into Frank N Furter's often heartless ways after falling for his manipulation!!! and the melody is oddly beautiful in a way, too!!! Even the scream-y parts!!! That chorus is so lovely and wild at once!!! He definitely has cried to it MULTIPLE times, as well!!! It's both a joy and sadness song to him!!! He also definitely thinks that Smells Like Teen Spirit is an absolute BANGER and he loves to sing that one with Eddie and Columbia all the time!!! He mainly loves the songs that are either pure and straight bangers or oddly beautiful in a really rock and roll-y way!!! He also kinda loves The Man Who Sold the World because he likes that there's a song that acknowledges the overwhelming power that some people have!!! It makes him feel... oddly seen? He feels powerless but that song makes it feel a little bit more ok? Either way, he loves those songs!!!

Magenta: Magenta likes the songs that make her feel like she's getting let in on relationship drama!!! And given that artists write from honest places and we can even pin down what certain songs were written about, she's not wrong about that "getting let in on relationship drama" assumption!!! She also really likes All Apologies!!! She will ALWAYS be fond of Kurt Cobain's statement, "I'm not gay, although I wish I were, just to piss off homophobes" she swings both ways and she's VERY pleased with that statement from him!!! Where Did You Sleep last night is another favorite of hers because she definitely feels let in on relationship drama in that one!!! She thinks that that song is so juicy even though it really is quite vague and it isn't all that driving!!! It lets her in on some drama that she DEFINITELY enjoys!!! Magenta LOVES the complete and total lack of filter that Nirvana has and she loves their music!!!

Columbia: Columbia likes Territorial Pissings and Pennyroyal Tea a whole lot because she thinks that they're really fun!!! They're kinda different in terms of their melodies, so it's most likely to do with the way that she first heard them!!! Territorial Pissings is so fast paced that it was ALWAYS her favorite!!! She loves it so much and dances to it SO wildly!!! She's even choreographed a dance routine for it, a swing dance routine for her and Eddie, and a tap dance routine!!! She SOMEHOW managed to make the tap routine to Territorial Pissings FANTASTIC! All of them were amazing but the fact that she managed to turn it into a tap routine was astounding!!! Whereas Pennyroyal Tea was the first Nirvana song that she ever heard Eddie sing!!! He sang it at a karaoke bar and ever since she's loved it SO much!!! It always brings her back to that wonderful wonderful time and the love that she and Eddie have for each other has grown so much since then!!! It really is AMAZING!!! She's such a rock n roll girlie!!!

Rocky: On a Plain!!! The answer is 100% On a Plain!!! Rocky LOVES the instrumentals here and he loves the boppy vibe that Nirvana has for this song!!! It's DEFINITELY his favorite!!! He dances to it and sings it ALL THE TIME!!! It isn't a performance because he doesn't have any training and he's just having fun, but he loves it so much!!! Rocky has NO IDEA what the lyrics mean and NOBODY TELL HIM!!! Because of that song, he has officially begun to believe that getting "high" means "being self-centered" and he has used it in sentences MULTIPLE times!!! He once told Magenta, "I'm very high right now and I don't know if that's a good thing!" And she nearly lost her MIND! She asked him what he meant and then he told her what he thought was going on and she managed to help him, wait until he had gone, and then BURST OUT LAUGHING and told EVERYBODY IMMEDIATELY!!! Rocky is adorable and he LOVES that song!!! But now everybody laughs when that lyric goes through!!! It's amazing!!!

Eddie: HE! MUST! NOT! CHOOSE! A! FAVORITE! CHIIIIILLLLDDDD!!!! Ahhh one of Eddie's great inspirations!!! Eddie always tries to mention a really obscure and unknown one whenever anyone asks what his favorite is, but deep down it's Smells Like Teen Spirit!!! He just doesn't want to seem basic!!! But he also really does like Territorial Pissings and he was SUPER excited to do that swing dance with Columbia!!!.... that said, if you say one bad thing about ANY NIRVANA SONG IN THIS HERE UNIVERSE, he will come straight for your head. Like seriously he will cut it CLEAN OFF! And he will do so without remorse!!! Unless you're his uncle Scotty in THAT CASE you will get a free pass!!! But that is the ONLY time!!! Eddie has fully done cover concerts of Nirvana and he has EVERY SINGLE SONG memorized!!! He is an absolute freak of nature when it comes to Nirvana and he is a force to be reckoned with!!! And y'know what? Good for him!!!

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott fully expected that he would hate every single Nirvana song ever but he was VERY pleasantly surprised when he heard Eddie listening to Lake of Fire!!! He kept expecting there to be some twist later on in the song that would make him go right back to his belief that he would hate it with the rage and power of a thousand suns, but nothing changed and he ACTUALLY loves the song!!! Eddie was THRILLED to hear it and ran and told Columbia IMMEDIATELY!!! He was so excited!!!! He was nervous for a second before finally asking Doctor Scott if he'd like him to sing it for him and Doctor Scott LOVED it!!! It was a TOTAL bonding moment for the two of them!!! Doctor Scott was VERY happy to finally have a song that Eddie sang that he loved to hear!!! It meant SO much to both of them to finally have that and that made Doctor Scott love Lake of Fire all the more!!! It really is personally special to him!!!

The Criminologist: And here we have the Criminologist who absolutely ADORES Scentless Apprentice!!! That song is a STORY! And he is ABSOLUTELY HERE FOR IT!!! Given that it's completely fictional, he feels perfectly happy having going a bit wild with it!!! He recites the lyrics ALL THE TIME!!! Not singing, he does not sing the lyrics. He speaks them. He speaks them in that dramatic voice of his!!! And EVERYBODY else in the work place can hear him doing this on his break time and it is VERY entertaining!!! He has no idea that they're all listening outside of his door but they actively are!!! If he can have his door locked, he'll stand on top of his desk if it's clean enough!!! They can all hear that he's doing this and he can be seen out the window this way!!! He really should be hired to read audiobooks one of these days!!! He'd make an absolute FORTUNE!!! He absolutely ADORES this song!!! He really does!!!

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May we have Livio&Razlo nsfw hc please? 👀

Authors Note: LMAO I was dead ass working on a draft for this but since you asked so nicely I'll finish it and put it here <3 (Because these men kinda own my thoughts ngl...)

*Gender neutral reader but afab anatomy used*

Livio & Razlo NSFW HC's

•Livio is, at first, very scared of hurting you due to both the fact he isn't used to kind touches and the large size difference between the two of you (I don't care how tall you are this man is taller and larger)

•So you'll need to take the lead at first with him. You'll also need a lot of prep work though because his body isn't just for show, he's packing a lot below the belt too.

•The best way to prep you? Letting Livio eat you out until you're legs are trembling and even then if you push his head away he'll keep going. This is something he's a little more confident at, bullying his head between your thighs, letting his tongue do all the work to make you come apart. Honestly if you ever let him he could probably finish like this without even touching himself, your pleasure is his pleasure

•But as fun as that is...how does the phrase go? Save a horse ride a cowboy? The best position for Livio is to ride him, it makes him feel better that you have most of the control and if he ever hurts you you can just pull away (not that he ever would hurt you, not even if you asked him to he's too much of a sweetheart)

•Livio is downright lewd to watch in bed. You'll straddle his hips, riding his cock that's thick enough that you can feel it pressing against your womb and Livio just..takes it

•If he's feeling shy he'll throw an arm over his face but you won't have any of that, cooing sweet words to him as you pull his arm away only to be greeted by the sinful sight of Liv straight up drooling over you, eyes pricking with tears of pleasure as his large hands come up to squeeze at your hips

•He's so pretty to watch, and he gets fucked out real easy. Not in the way that he can't keep going, no this man's stamina is unheard of you'll almost always have to tap out first, I just mean he gets love drunk, just babbling nonsense grunting out things like

"So pretty-" "please don't stop" "need it please" "s'more?"

•While his voice is still all deep with lust. Honestly, you could probably get off from the way he talks alone. The best part is the more rounds you go the more he loses himself to the feelings so he'll get a little more bold, grabbing your hips and bringing you down like a fuck toy in his grip whining

"m'sorry- need more please- ah s'good" while he does

•When he finishes...ah this man cums a lot. He'll whimper and throw his head back as you feel his release spill in and then out of you making both your thighs sticky. As much as he'll apologize for it...he's secretly proud of it

•Aftercare is important! Please, this man wants to make you happy so bad. Tell him how good he did, how sweet he is, that he made you feel good while you run your fingers through his hair. He'll melt under your touch and after sex cuddles are assured

•Razlo on the other hand-

•Everything about the body Livio frets about are things Razlo thinks are great. His strength? Yeah no, he's not afraid of it, in fact he loves to play it up

•One of his favorite things to do is show you how much of a size difference he has over you, he'll grab your waist and fuck you standing up, pull you down on his cock over and over, using you like a life size fuck doll

•He enjoys fingering you too, he's big and just one of his fingers is like three of yours so he likes to get you to the edge and he's a bit mean

"What? You're going to cum already? You need it so bad you can't even wait to be on my dick? Show me how bad you want it then, finish on my fingers"

•He also likes pushing you down on the bed, fucking you from behind as he grunts and says lewd things.

"shit- yeah you like that? You like being my fuck toy? Like getting treated like a slut? Damn, too cock drunk to even respond huh?"

•Also, while Livio prefers just you, Raz is no stranger to sex toys. He likes tying you up, watching your spit drip from the ball gag in your mouth as he fucks you stupid

•Sometimes to tease you he'll tie you up and have you sit on your knees in front of his aching cock, not allowed to move as he strokes himself in front of you until he paints your face with his cum

•Speaking of cum...he's like a feral dog when he's about to cum. He'll bend you over, hitch your leg up his shoulder, bending you as far as you can go and thrust with abandon, basically growling as his fingers rip at the bed sheets, only stopping once he spills into you and even then he'll add a few more lazy thrust just to make sure it's fucked deep into you

•Razlo is actually very good at aftercare, he knows he pushes your limits but he loves you. He'd never actually want to cause you distress, he's also fiercely protective so he'll be damned if you ever have a sub drop while he's there

•He'll run you a bath and praise you, telling you how good you were for him, how nice you look as his large hands massage your aching muscles where the ropes dug into your skin

•But things get even more interesting when they share you for the night. I hope you're a switch because the transfer between crybaby Liv to domineering Raz is sure to send your mind reeling in a good way

•One thing Raz kinda gets off to, especially when Liv is still a bit unsure of himself, is showing him "how it's done".

•Raz will front but leave Livio co-conscious letting him watch as he fucks you, if he's feeling ornery he might even add in a few

"This is how you do it-" "look how fucked out they already are"

He'll go until you've cum twice and he's already spilled his load into you, then he'll chuckle and let Liv front telling him to have fun with his sloppy seconds

•and he does...Livio doesn't even mind that you're already filled with cum, he'll press right back in as you whine babbling

"I know baby, I know- ah, so good, can I fill you up even more? Please let me?"

•He'll attempt to recreate what Razlo did, albeit a bit more timid and with a lot more whimpering than he did, but he'll be more likely to chase after his own high which is a-okay with you because at this point you're so sensitive that you could probably cum from this alone. Still, Livio is a giver to his core so he'll still reach between your thighs urging you to finish at the same time as him

•It goes the other way too though, sometimes Livio will be letting you ride him a whimpering moaning mess under you as you take care of him, and he'll finish early spilling into you only to let Raz switch in and finish you off. You'll watch as Liv's unsure hands fisting at the sheets switch to Razlos stronghold as he grabs your hips and thrust up into you, ready to drive you over the edge

•Other times to tease each other depending on what mood they're in, they'll force one another to just stay co-conscious as they fuck you. Whether it's Livio trying to rile Razlo up, as Raz makes annoyed comments while sweet Liv gets to come apart under your caring hands. Or Razlo trying to get to Liv while he watches quietly as Razlo takes you over and over again practically preening with the audience he knows is there

•Don't worry they don't mind sharing you. In fact, it's the perfect balance. The three of you are more than happy with the little arrangement you have going on and what can you say? You love your boys

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EUROVISION RANT 2024

Last night was the night of creativity and culture that all (probably only like 20%) of Europe adores. Eurovision is one of the times when I, who am a very chill and non-judgemental person, will barf out my thoughts and write my commentary (cos I'm better than Graham Norton). STRAP IN MOTHERFUCKERS.....

We started this wonderful evening with a performance of Hooked On a Feeling which I gotta say is a banger but what's with that Burger King background? He was decent, to say the least but more or less it was just an old dude who stood on the stage singing which is just quite meh. Loved the flag parade, Swedish music is awesome. 

PERFORMANCE 1 : SWEDEN- UNFORGETTABLE- MARCUS & MARTINUS This is a damn catchy song but how are you supposed to tell those twins apart?! I loved the sort of club/ravey vibes it gave. The staging with all the flashing lights was pretty awesome. (ngl those twins were kinda cute) THE MEN IN BLACK DANCERS KILLED ME. It gave Matrix vibes and I'm here for it. The costumes reminded me of F1 drivers but I love it. Rank no. 10

PERFORMANCE 2: UKRAINE- ALYONA ALYONA & JERRY HEIL- TERESA  & MARIA Honestly, one of my favorites. Feminism in a good way. The taller woman gave off such Boudicca vibes and I love that, both women were so gorgeous and had amazing voices put together. I did say the rock reminded me of The Lion King but I really liked that. The costumes were also so aghhhh the Rey-Boudicca and the knight were such a great combo and the song was really catchy. Rank no.4

PERFORMANCE 3: GERMANY- ALWAYS ON THE RUN- ISAAK So. Much. Fire. Ya know, I'm actually disappointed by the fact that it wasn't in German. It's a solid song. It was quite rag-n-bone man style but I appreciate that. I do have to say it wasn't something ridiculously special but it's a nice song and a guy who looks like he gives a good hug. Rank no.14

PERFORMANCE 4: LUXEMBOURG- FIGHTER- TALI Firstly, I love her hair. It's so long and so pretty and she has got an insane voice. I'm not a fan of the song, though. It's too repetitive, extremely forgettable, and just mid song. It just wasn't anything special, it was a quite nice Middle Eastern vibe tho. Rank no. 23

PERFORMANCE 5: He got disqualified so I will not be ranking this.

PERFORMANCE 6: ISRAEL- HURRICANE- EDEN GOLAN What in the voodoo contortionist shit was that position at the beginning? Her dress tho, why she looking like she's just escaped Ghostface. Oh and look more shirtless men.  This isn't the worst song it's just not  the best. Another mid one like literally all of them this year. The dance was giving ring a ring a roses and the floor screens just were not it. She has an amazing voice, I won't lie that she doesn't but it's just not my vibe. Rank no. 17

PERFORMANCE 7:  LITHUANIA- LUKTELK- SILVESTER BELT This is one of my favourites. It's a catchy European bop and I love itttttt. The tracksuit looks well warm. I adore his jewelry its so nice. I literally started cossak dancing it was so catchy. It's a real vibe and I really appreciate it. The short people had me in stitches it was hilarious. It gave off severe jamboree vibe sbut I love that cos it's vibrant and bright and just pretty fucking awesome. Rank no.7 

PERFORMANCE 8: SPAIN- NEBULOSSA- ZORRA I am ashamed to say that I thought this was gonna be high ranking in my books but no. I am a changed person. This is a family show. I get that there's one like this every year but damn this was fucking scary. The men. In fucking thong arsed things. Nicht gut. The song was pretty good tho so and the 80s vibes rlly sold it to me. On the basis of the song not the staging, it was great. And, I mean, making out with a dancer on stage in front of your partner is very eurovision. Rank no. 13

PERFORMANCE 9: ESTONIA- 5MIINUST x PUULUUP-  (NENDEST) NARKOOTIKUMIDEST EI TEA ME (KÜLL) MIDAGI I swear this is just a group of dads who've gone screw it we're doing eurovision and rocked up with 90s rap up their sleeve and traditional instruments. I think its such a vibe and I would kill to be them when I grow up. The suits were great, idk what was up with the slits but for some reason it felt like what a k-pop group would wear to the met gala. Literally the cha cha slide. Rank no.9

PERFORMANCE 10: IRELAND- BAMBIE THUG- DOOMSDAY BLUES Fucking incredible song. Harry Potter mentioneddddd. Their make up is on-point. The song is on point. The outfit is on point. Everything abt it is so wonderfully perfect. The nails are a bit odd but its a vibe. The witches circle was incredible, the screaming bit was too. so witchy, so emo, so awesome. I loved the chilled out bit, in contrast to the rest it was perfect and probably needed. The reduction of clothing towards the end was pretty funny, my brother stared a bit too much but oh well it was great. Rank no. 1

PERFORMANCE 11:  LATVIA- DONS- HOLLOW What in the blue man x Gru crap is this? Honestly I didn't really register this one so I don't have a huge opinion on it. Also gives of Rag-n-Bone Man vibes even if it is  a typical eurovision song. Altogether its a meh song, not a fan, and the fit is just downright strange. Rank no.24 

PERFORMANCE 12: GREECE- MARINA SATTI- ZARI I am confused by this one. She has impeccable vocal control. I am extremely admiring that. The song was just a bit of a rubbish mishmash. There was too many elements. I did quite like that and the live stream addition watching on tv was quite nice. I'm confused by the outfit as well, everything just seems all over the place. It's giving Doja Cat but European. I liked the dance moves and it was pretty darn funny but just a bit mental. Rank no. 18

PERFORMANCE 13: UNITED KINGDOM- OLLY ALEXANDER- DIZZY As the youtube comments said, this gives severe gay lockerroom corn vibes. Just what the friggity frack. The crotch protection while dry humping each other?! It's just a bit odd. I did like the song. It's super catchy and very annoying. That guy can sing but maybe he needs to reevaluate where his loyalties lie in that. The staging was so confusing like for the whole thing I didn't know what was up or down or left or right, it was just mental. First proper European vibe English vibe that I've got. Very odd but it's sorta loveable. Rank no.19

HONOURABLE MENTION: LISA WOODRUFF - My whole family were so confused by this but the song was so funny for no reason such a vibe. It was genuinely better than some of the artists we've had this year. Mental but awesome.

PERFORMANCE 14: NORWAY- GÅTE- ULVEHAM I really enjoyed this one. The vocals are so ethereal and the 90s grunge mixed with Norwegian instrumental influences match perfectly. Stunning lady with an amazing band with her. The song just flowed ad the staging was all sea-witchy and I loved it. Great song, great staging, awesome euovision track. Rank no. 3

PERFORMANCE 15: ITALY- ANGELINA MANGO- LA NOIA The see through ish glittery tights were quite interesting I have to say. Her outfit was breathtaking. Her voice like many of these artists is incredible but not my vibe I have to admit. Its catchy I know it's someones cup of tea but it ain't mine. Overall, it's not too bad like I love the whole Mediterranean vibe but its just samey to the rest. Rank no.21

PERFORMANCE 16: SERBIA- TEYA DORA- RAMONDA The witchy vibes don't really match the song. I think it's really sweet. It's not super up there but it's a tune and I enjoyed listening to it. Here hair is so lovely as well. It really comes across as a bit of a plea for help but it's a lovely message and I always really enjoy Serbia's input because they're always shockingly good. I would love that dress as well if someone wants to go snag it for me. Rank no.8 

PERFORMANCE 17: FINLAND- WINDOWS95MAN- NO RULES! This is the one I've been waiting to yap about. Bloody hell this one was a ride. I'm gonna start with the fits and staging: it was so random, I am so here for it. The egg was just perfect for the randomness and running about the stage was awesomeeeee. The shorts descending from the heavens and then bursting into flames was a real highlight, so iconic. The guy dressed in all denim was such a vibe as well. I actually feel sorry for him cos the other guy stole the spotlight a bit but that was a true eurovision act. I feel I can always rely on inland to deliver something crazy and they smashed it out the park yet again. Rank no. 6

PERFORMANCE 18: PORTUGAL- IOLANDA-  GRITO The staging gave a beige mom house in the US, the makeup gave Coachella. I really thought it was quite a vibe, maybe a bit dentist office wedding but who cares shes a cracking voice and the dancers went down as 'the beekeepers in my house'. The light was giving Loreen's panini press again but it's not that bad and is a solid mid range one. Rank no.16

PERFORMANCE 19: ARMENIA- LADANIVA- JAKO This one HIT man. It was just a vibe, the like trumpets and the woman's mental ness. The patterns almost sent me into a seizure but it's eurovision, you're gonna have a migrane the next morning. She was so cool in her dress and I just loved it, the band was cool as well and jumping around the stage while singing complicated stuff like that is a talent so kudos to the singer. Rank no.11

PERFORMANCE 20: CYPRUS- SILIA KAPSIS- LIAR Yet another same samey song. It just wasn't giving me enough to get a notable score. This is no criticism to her herself but it just got too repetitive this year. Far too many scantily clad men dancing around young women. Particularly with this one, she's only 17 and she looks so much older and I was just worrying for her and praying that the dutch dude wasn't towards her. Rank no.22

PERFORMANCE 21: SWITZERLAND- NEMO- THE CODE One of my favourites for the evening. They looked like nemo as well it was so adorable. The talent to stay on that pendulum wheel thing is so freaking awesome. They cooked hard. Their vocals are so freaking stunning as well just an incredible, catchy one. The drum beat gave breakcore and it's just an ear-scratcher. It's just such a snazzy song. Rank no. 4

PERFORMANCE 22: SLOVENIA- RAIVEN- VERONIKA What in the water-coated body suit? The fit was questionable and so was the dance moves. Yet another situation where the contestant made out with the dancer. The light up tits and crotch were weird as well. Like highlighting the bits you shouldn't want to show off. Oh welllllll. IT was an interesting song, not particularly special but pretty typical eurovision. The eye makeup was on point also. Rank no.15

PERFORMANCE 23: CROATIA- BABY LASAGNE- RIM TIM TAGI DIM The pirate vibe meets My Chemical Romance were real. One of my favourites of the night. The cat pictures sold it to me heavily. I loved the fit it was such a vibe. I had it goin through my head all night. The meowing absolutely killed me. Such a banger a true sea shanty turned rock is the recipie to please my ears. Rank no.2

PERFORMANCE 24: GEORGIA- NUTSA BUZALADZE- FIREFIGHTER Yet another woman singing warbly surrounded by muscular men in interesting clothing. Her dance moves were extremely strange and probably not appropriate for the kids watching, particularly in that short of a dress. The song wasn't the worst though ( take that back probably one of my least favourites). The dance was just a bit odd. Rank no.20

PERFORMANCE 25: FRANCE- SLIMANE- MON AMOUR It was so boring. Like I was falling asleep. It needed spice. It was giving shit drake that sings falsetto that's too high for him. It was too repetitive, too boring. It didn't appeal to me one bit. Probably my least favourite. Rank no.25

PERFORMANCE 26: AUSTRIA- KALEEN- WE WILL RAVE Now, I'm not usually a fa of this vibe of music but kaleen executed it so freaking perfectly, its a n earworm that I hate but its so funny. Very Europop vibe to it, giving me jamboree vibes yet again. She reminds me of Taylor Swift and her little daughter was so sweet. This has gone down pretty well I think. Rank no.12

Now, I've finished my part and I didn't watch the after bits cos I was too busy falling asleep from slimane. Compared to last year, completely underwhelming but its decent. Some hhits hit, others missed the board completely. Sorry about even worse grammar and spelling than last year but that's all folks, see you in 2025.

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Random hcs I have because I may be cringe but I'm free part 26 (Ninjago, again)

My Ninja singing hcs cuz I love music and singing and I think the sillies would too.

When it comes to Cole, there are only two ways the hc can go, either you think he's terrible, like in the oni trilogy, or he's a wonderful singer with a beautiful natural voice and the technique to match, who just doesn't know what to do with that stupid Gloworm song (I mean COME ON, he went to the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts ffs). I choose to believe in the latter. Whatever you choose he is still vastly better at dancing than singing.

Kai actually has a pretty great (and fittingly, very powerful) voice and he could be amazing if he ever decided to take actual lessons, but he couldn't care less. What he's interested in, and therefore weirdly good at, is distortion. Growls, vocal fry, screams, even just regular old belting, anything that would push anybody else's voice to its limits, he can do it all and does so willingly and extremely well. (Cole is lowkey jealous)

Jay can SING omg (when he's actually trying anyway). Jay's the kind of guy who has a wonderful (and surprisingly powerful) natural voice without any kind of lessons or training but if he isn't focusing on/into the song or doesn't really care abt how he sounds then it just sounds like talking/shouting. But when he's alone, or listening to smth he really likes, or deliberately trying to impress, bro sounds ANGELIC (Cole and Kai are BOTH jealous of this one(and this one kinda feeds into my Japanese Jay hc but my brain decided that when he's doing more hardcore stuff, he sounds like mafumafu))

Once again, this one was hard because Zane only ever sings with the help of some kind of nindroid shenanigans, so I dont have a lot to go off of but I'm happy with what I came up with so 🤷‍♀️. Anyway, Zane's normal speaking voice is really clear and smooth and slightly accented and wonderful and he has perfect understanding of music theory and all the technical aspects of making a voice sound pleasant and musical, and he sounds really good when he hums, and he's got the technique DOWN, but his voice just always sounds weird somehow, so whenever he wants to sing along to smth and sound a certain way while doing it, he'll just replace his own voice with the original vocalists or another generated voice that he thinks sounds good. He still has an absolute blast though.

It is a rare and I mean RARE occurrence to hear Lloyd sing and 99% of the time someone does manage to pick up his voice, he sounds slightly below average, even if he's actually putting in some effort for once. But that ultra rare 1%, when someone manages to overhear him late at night, almost silently raiding the cupboards for candy as he quietly sings the softest, sweetest, and most comforting melodies to ever be given lyrics, then he sounds pretty wonderful. Don't let that fool you though, it's his comfort zone for a reason.

Like her brother, Nya has a pretty awesome natural voice, but, also like her brother, she doesn't really care for "normal" singing. She tends to lean more towards rapping, usually resulting in her unconsciously putting more energy into rap segments than the rest of the song, and the rest of the team. However, she absolutely ADORES hearing the others sing, especially Jay "What? He just has a nice voice. It has absolutely nothing to do with our relationship, no way". Its like she can sense whenever Cole and Jay are having another random duet and she always manages to "coincidentally" appear before the song ends.

Pixal was originally programmed by Cyrus Borg to have a lovely, gentle, mother-like singing voice, and she definitely appreciates it (its surprisingly come in handy on quite a few missions) but she finds it just a little too different from her normal speaking voice for her to get totally into it. She usually prefers to stay away from vocals anyway, finding that she has more fun tapping her fingers or toes or even just making percussive mouth sounds to the rhythm of whatever's playing (and these days, she's kinda hesitant to even do that, ever since Zane accidentally let it slip that he thinks its "positively adorable")

[marshmallowprotection]

i’ve had such terrible experiences with relationships in the past, even tho i was really young in a lot of them. i’m 18 now and currently recovering from an abusive relationship with my ex boyfriend.

most guys i know aren’t interested in dating a girl with relationship trauma and if they are, it’s usually for the wrong reasons.

do you think any of the mysmes guys would be okay dating a girl with relationship trauma? or would they just steer clear of girls like that altogether?

I sincerely don't think you need to be afraid of any of the characters in Mystic Messenger ever thinking less of you for having gone through a difficult romantic relationship in the past with an ex-partner, whether it was toxic, abusive, or anything else. To think less of someone who's a victim is disgusting, and even in real life, if someone makes you feel less than because you survived an abusive relationship and whatever they say makes you think you're "damaged goods", kick them. Kick it out of your life. Kick every single person who makes you feel horrible because that victim blaming mentality has got to go!

The only way to make a healthy relationship is to learn how to speak with your partner and communicate your needs. The two goes both ways and it's important to discuss what matters to you and them. It matters because in a relationship, you and your partner(s) work to be together because you want to be together, and if you want to make it work with someone, you find compromise and work towards shared goals. You want to be better together, but not just together.

You want to exist within your relationship as two people with their own lives and as you spend more time together, you blend this or that until things feel just right. You don't have be with your partner all the time, and you don't have to do everything with your partner, it's okay to have different hobbies and passions. But, being with your partner is meant to be fun, so when you do share experiences and things you love, it should feel good and never like a chore.

Great example, say you're a Yoosung MC. You don't enjoy MMORPG games, or video games at all, but you do love Yoosung. So, you listen to him talk about his exploits in LOLOL because it makes him happy to share it with you. You do that because you love seeing him happy. He knows you don't like video games, and he loves that you met him in the middle and share that with him.

On the opposite end, say you're someone who is the light of the party and you're a Jaehee MC. Jaehee isn't huge on the party scene, she's a stay in and enjoy her evening kind of gal, she appreciates that you don't expect her to go to every party with you. You don't ask her to go to every party you attend, but you make sure to MAKE TIME for her because you love being with her, too. That's compromise, and it's the best way to enjoy YOUR INTERESTS and to be RESPECTFUL to your partner.

There are ways to make a healthy relationship and as long as you're willing to put the work in, it will get there. It's harder when you're a bit younger and you don't have the experience in communication under your belt, but it's one of those things you learn as you get older, and for some of us, unfortunately, we learn the hard way. I know I did and while it's still hard to use my voice, I feel better for it, so I hope that it is easier for you to find your voice and someone who wants to be with you for the right reasons.

Remember your worth because you matter and you deserve someone who helps you remember that.

All of these characters have their own personal trauma outside of a relationship, and they're also paranoid you may not want to be with them because of that. Like, for example, Saeyoung and Saeran have a lot of complex trauma they're working on throughout the series and they both have made a point of saying that they're afraid of hurting or disappointing the player because of their mental health. They take accountability and do their best to treat the player right if they make a mistake or hurt you, but it doesn't excuse the hurt.

You're allowed to be hurt and to communicate how you were hurt. Because the only way to make things better is to talk. Don't push shit under the rug and pretend to be okay with it. It breeds resentment in a relationship and that's not going to make anything healthy for you or your partner. Talk about what's bothering you. Be honest and say what you mean.

Tell Saeyoung that he hurt your feelings by lying to you and trying to push you away. Tell Saeran that you're still upset about what he did in Mint Eye to you by insulting you. Make them understand that you do not want to be treated like that ever again, and that you want to be by their side in the future, but you also don't want them to hurt you or by proxy, end up hurting themselves because you know they don't want to hurt people intentionally.

Communicate these issues and work on them together if you want the relationship to work. The same goes for you if you make a huge mistake and hurt them. Talk. it. out.

Same thing with Jumin Han. Don't mince words with him after the time he trapped you in the penthouse. You don't have to insult him or shout at him, but explain why that hurt and why it made you feel bad. Explain why he should've known it was wrong and that you want to be with him but you won't hesitate to find boundaries if something like that happens again.

Zen, for example, he doesn't hesitate to flirt with you from the very beginning because he knows you're charming and trustworthy. He feels that in his gut, but sometimes, his gut can land him into some trouble if he trusts the wrong person. Something he has to work on, not even just in romantic pursuits, is thinking about boundaries and not giving people the benefit of the doubt all the time. People could walk over him and that's not healthy.

And maybe you're the one who brings that up with him when you tell him about your past and what you've gone through. It sparks the way forward, and you focus on ways to not nudge him down. Since, after all, he has an ending where you make him quit acting by telling him to give up his dream. I can easily see, even in a healthy dynamic, where Zen does way to much to please you and how quickly that could turn into a problem if he doesn't work to curb it and you realize how little he's asking for himself.

Jihyun Kim is just as bad when it comes to people pleasing, but he has a sense of awareness about that bad habit of his, he just has to accept it and that's a part of his route. So, it's not as hard narratively to point that out and how it hurts him and any relationship he wants to go into.

Communication is the key. That's how things work out for the best in any relationship. Either you work on what's wrong 100% and stay to be together or you leave them because it wasn't healthy and you've decided to move on.

I can promise you that the characters aren't going to tell you to leave because you have "baggage". If someone loves you and they want to be with you, they'll work with you—circumstance barring something making your dynamic toxic or abusive of course—to make sure you feel just as comfortable as you help them feel.

[redactedwriting]

ok so. im polyfob casting couch anon. and the brainworms got to me and i wrote part of it. i chickened out b4 everyone else showed up but take the peterick part anyways. ive never written smut b4 so hopefully it is good lmao:

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Patrick looks at him across the table for a long moment, then finally sighs, in the way he always does when a certain musical element in Garageband isn't quite working out the way he wants it. “Listen, ah–Pete, was it?”

Pete nods, mouth feeling dry. “Yep. That's me.”

“Pete.” Even when he's attempting to sound disinterested, his name sounds so sweet coming out of Patrick's mouth. “Right. Yeah.” Patrick steeples his hands on the table and looks Pete in the eyes. “I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm just not sure what exactly you would bring to the band.” He leans back in his chair, gesticulating with his hand casually. “You play bass, which is great, but we can find other bass players. You write lyrics, which is great, but I already write lyrics. You get what I'm saying?”

Pete shifts in his seat. He asked for Patrick to subtly dig at his skills, but actually hearing it is entirely different. His insides feel squirmy with mixed feelings, but the prevailing one is lust. “R–Right. I get it,” he stutters.

“Okay, good. I guess what I'm asking is, what else can you bring to the table?”

“I could bring a lot of things to the table.”

“Like what?”

Pete breaths out heavily as he pushes his chair away from the table, stands up, and drops to his knees.

He hears Patrick stand up, feels him moving in front of him. “Ah, I see.” There's a hand under his chin, tilting it up to look at him. “You want me to use you? Want me to see if your mouth's good enough for me to keep you?”

The use of the term keep is enough to scramble Pete's brain. He forgets to answer until Patrick clears his throat. “Yeah,” he answers quickly. “Please use me, sir.” He doesn't mean for the sir to slip out, but it's second nature when on his knees like this.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Patrick coos. He undoes his belt slowly, dragging it through the loops of his jeans and setting it on the table. “I’d be happy to.” He undoes and unzips his jeans just enough to pull his dick out, rubbing the head along Pete's lips. “Open up, honey.”

Pete does, and Patrick pushes inside his mouth. His head tilts back. “Fuck. You’re fucking made for this.”

Pete hums around the cock in his mouth. Yes, he thinks. I am made for this. I'm meant to be on my knees for you. The vibrations of the hum make Patrick shove his cock deeper, and Pete's eyes roll back in his head as Patrick uses him like he wants him to.

Time slows down. The world narrows to the weight of Patrick's cock on his tongue and Patrick's hands in his hair and Patrick's low voice murmuring unintelligible things and PatrickPatrickPatrick. It's fucking glorious. 

All too soon, Patrick's pulling out of his mouth and coating his face in cum. “Fuck yeah. So fucking good for me,” he growls, and Pete moans in response.

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might finish it. if i get the nerve. ok bye!

YOUVE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT BEFORE???? ANONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN THIS IS SO GOOD AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT FINISHED!!! i would also promo it on here if you want!!! this is rly rly good!!!!

waaaa patrick calling him sweetheart too…..brain exploding. i love this fr pls pls finish it (if u wanna)

[floripire]

talk about katherine

the star is a metaphor (for me, being a star) / @malka-lisitsa (*note: the way flori speaks of / about katherine in the legacies verse is much more abstract, i think than how she'd speak to her / of her / about her in the tvd verse where she's very much present, either physically or through other means)

legacies

all in all, doctor saltzman - what's he even a doctor of? what did he specialize in? - shouldn't have been at the helm for as long as he had been.

in his very meager defense, he tried.

but simply trying isn't enough.

having a book in the library dedicated to the great evils of the world is one thing, but having katherine pierce in it is another. katherine pierce, who spent five hundred years - if not more - running, and running, and running.

"march 12th, 2025. voice log: number three. subject: katherine pierce." a nod. "remember that time i said that a lot of consecutive things happened to her before she got turned into a vampire and after she got turned into a vampire too? i still stand by that. katherine doesn't do anything just because - she doesn't half-ass anything. it's like i said in my earlier voice logs; she moves with intention. everything is thought of. thought about. calculated. some of my classmates make fun of me for bringing swot analyses into this but that's essentially what katherine does. anyway, she's complex. and while she, too, has done things that are pretty much classified as below the belt, i also think that people are far too eager to boil her down to just her negative characteristics while there is so much more below the surface too; she's not just one of the great evils. she's someone who's done good and bad. who has harmed and healed in equal measure. i just---i wish there was more nuance to it, you know?"

the vampire diaries

"i don't know if you know, or heard, but i once tried to explain your reasoning, and i thought maybe you'd want to hear what i came up with? it goes a little bit like this and, yes, i'll try to be concise: okay, so, imagine you're carrying a huge binocular everywhere you go but the lenses are cracked a little bit because of what happened to you. yet with every interaction you have, you've got to look through the binoculars anyway. and every binocular looks different. some lenses are smudged. some are crystal clear. some are small. some are large. but because your binocular does not look like mine or elena’s or caroline’s or bonnie’s doesn’t mean you're rotten to the core. people can’t just stamp that on your forehead and be done with it because your motivations are different or difficult to understand or because you made choices others couldn't or wouldn’t. if i understand it correctly, you constantly had to keep yourself on your toes and re-invent yourself. for self protection. so when was the last time you had a moment to catch your breath? did you ever have one?"

"either way, you are still worthy of love and compassion, because we are all worthy of these things, no matter what people say. and we are all capable of extending that hand to others if need be. it’s all in there. in everyone. even in people with cracked binoculars. we can all grow and change. it's just a shame that not everyone sees that you're doing the best you can, each day." a nod and then: "i call it the binocular theory. the name's still pending - if you've got a better one, i'm all ears." a beat and then: "also, before you ask, yes, my binocular is cracked too."

[baambied]

save a horse .. ride a cowgirl !

𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

❝ SEVIKA ❞⠀

mdni cw nsfw cursing sevika is intimidating reader is clumsy oral(reader rec) riding strap(reader) dirty talk reader described to have kinky curls ....

cowboy!sevika ✗ fem!reader

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has on all the proper - and cliche cowboy western clothes. . . her blue denim jeans hugging her tight, muscular thighs (and ass) those big chunky belts with a lasso hanging on the side of it . . scruffy cowboy boots and, of course, her signature brown cowboy hat sitting on her head - but her best look had to be when she's working on the field on her farm, a thin tank top on her muscular build, sweat dripping down her skin as the hot sun beamed down on her - she could feel the burning eyes of the women who walked by. . . sevika, being the flirt she is, would turn to them with a cocky like smirk on her face saying, "y' like what you see darlin' ?"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has a deep southern accent - her already husky , deep voice coming off as 10x charming when she spoke - hearing a thick southern drawl.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who's absolutely great with animals - owns about 4 horses that she cares deeply for, cleaning there stable every week , making sure they have fresh hay . . . her main horse is named Big Dice (which correlates to her love of gambling) she got the horse when she was only 17 years old, and the now mare horse had been her best pal ever since.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is also the intimidating sheriff in her town, inheriting the big role after her father retired about 9 years ago. . . intimidating not only due to her hard demeanor but the amount of crimes and bandits she caught around the area for the past years. You thinking about stealing from the farm market? to bad sevika already as you in cuffs . . thinking about stealing from the old little southern lady who sells eggs every tuesday? too late, sevika already has you behind bars.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who isn't only well known for her family name and being the sherif . . .but also by being a huge flirt with the women - she was well known for having a way with the lady's and some men in town couldn't help but be envious at that fact how sevika barely tried anything and had women falling at her boots.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who says she just aint ready to be tied down just yet, she liked the way her life was already - or she was just used to it. . . there was no woman that had that much power to turn her head and get her to start thinking about marriage and babies.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ -who is the bull riding champion in her town - with her good flexibility , coordination, and quick reflexes , no one can stand a chance against her. . . even though bull riding was dangerous, she liked the adrenaline rush of it, the cheers of her name, and showing how much courage she has , not everyone would willingly ride a bull.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who gives free horse riding lessons to the kids around town.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has a back tattoo that says "born to ride" with designs that go down her arms, got it without her parents knowing when she was just 18 years old.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is an absolute gentleman (or gentlewoman) , so amazingly patient, great listener , and if she's at a bar with a woman she's the one who offers to pay (not even offering just immediately throwing money down or saying "naw - you aint gotta pay honey - put it on my tab sugar" ) no matter how intimidating she may look she's actually a kind, selfless , considerate the list goes on and on - (to women atleast) she truly is the picture perfect partner . .

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who likes to wear those slutty shirts that aren't to cropped but just the right length to show off her v line , showing off her nice figure and small waist.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who goes to the bar in her town every friday night - where she has free time , sipping on a jug of beer while playing a game of cards with her close pals.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who can actually bake very well, has a book filled with her old family recipes that go years back - like pecan pies , peach cobbler, different types of cakes, and breads. . . and she has a major sweet tooth.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who has a scar on the right side of her cheek due to falling off her horse roughly while chasing a herd of coyotes away. Slightly insecure because of it , any time a woman would ask about it , or even reach to touch it out of pure curiosity her mood immediately decreased - getting uncomfortable with the sudden attention on her scarred cheek.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is the definition of a 'sweet talker' . . this woman knows all the right things to say, all the right moves to do that would make a anyone shudder under one simple touch. . .or her simple gaze.

"what's a pretty little lady like you doin' all alone here?" the sudden deep, velvet smooth southern voice entered the woman's ears - she was sitting at the bar alone while swirling a plastic straw in her sweet non alcoholic drink, boredom shown on her body as she sat there quietly.

but the sudden voice entering her ears made her startled , wipping her head around her eyes were meant by the sight of the town sheriff - sevika.

her cheeks couldn't help but grow pink at the sight of the well beloved woman of the town, here with her signature brown, scruff cowboy hat, piercing silver eyes staring at her with an intense gaze as her lips held a lit blunt between them - - the most recognizable figure in the town . . . her commanding strong presence seen from miles away.

"cat got ya' tongue sugar?" sevika voice heard once more - this time with a shit - eating grin on her lips.

the woman blinked for a moment and slowly shook her head. "n-no . . just surprised, is all"

"my i ask why that is?" sevika gruff voice asked as she took a seat next to the woman at the bar, blunt hanging loosly from her lips as she blew out smoke, creating a cloud of smoke in front of her.

"to be talkin' to you, that's all - never talked to the sheriff before" the woman responds with a soft laugh, sevika couldn't help but laugh at her sentence and tone "I'm waitin' on someone.." the woman responded sheepishly.

"husband?" the tall muscular sheriff questioned,"left you at a crowded bar? all alone . . . .well, that's just no good... no good at all. . ."

"h- he's not my husband jus' someone I've been. . . foolin' round with, " the woman responded before downing the rest of her drink as if it was a shot - sevika couldn't help but chuckle at her actions.

after a moment of a small silence, the woman hopped up out of her stool, clearing her throat and swallowing thickly when she heard sevika's voice once more.

"gon' go and leave me like this doll? i was just about to buy you a drink. . ." sevika's sentence coming out as smooth as silk satin sheets, like she's said this same sentence plenty of times in her life.

"i- i no!- you can buy me a drink , i don't mind none. ." the woman stuttered out with pink cheeks.

"i see you don't drink, no alcohol? the non-alcoalic options here aren't that good doll. . . i have better at my own home. ."

next thing that woman knew she was in sevika's dark red sheets, doing unholy acts she never thought in her lifetime she'd do - especially with a woman but she didn't mind. . . her mind not once thinking of the man named Billy, who walked in the bar with his big brown eyes looking around for her.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is an absolute green thumb, if she ain't cleaning or taking care of her beloved animals on her farm, she's growing plants - usually containing different varieties of vegetables.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - has a red / slightly dirty due to constantly being in the field and dirt pickup truck truck.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is currently playing cards with her pals, on a late friday night , and of course, she's the one winning like always . . . to lost in the game, not noticing the tumbling figure coming near her.

one moment her pants were dry , and the next they were soaking wet - and no, not in that way. . . the silence in the bar was quite evident as the only sound being heard was a tray and a few glasses dropping the floor.

sevika's blue denim jeans were now soaked in beer, the smell making it ways in her nose as she let out a seething sigh - her good mood ruined in an instant, she doesn't look at the server who happen to drop the tray as she slowly stood up, dropping her cards on the table. . . her friends looking up at her wide eyes filled with nervousness, knowing sevika has a short temper..

sevika turned her gaze to spilled beer on the wooden floor. She could hear the whispers coming from people nearby at other tables, finally her gaze meeting the person who caused this. . . and suddenly, her gaze, which was once intense and piercing suddenly softened - ever so slightly. . . with a slight wave of curiosity.

her eyes staring at the young woman who also fell with the tray in her hands. . . .you.

her gaze now so sharp and penestrating, burning holes through your figure almost trying to find out who you were or even examine - you didn't look like you've ever stepped foot in texas and yet . . here you are.

you, on the other hand, looked up at the tall , buff women with stunned wide eyes. . . the intensity of her stare made you feel both mesmerized and to be completely intimidated, but she was genuinely one of the most beautiful people who've ever seen in your whole lifetime. . .her tight, slightly short shirt showing off her v line, the brown cowboy hat sitting up on her head as her hair was tied back, and her tight denim jeans that wrapped around her thighs like they were made for her - oh....oh! there wet?? why are they..

"Oh! oh no!" you exclaimed, slowly realizing the situation."It looks like you peed your pants!" Your sentence slipping its way through your lips before your brain could process it.

murmurs from people around you caught your attention, slightly glancing around. You could feel the embarrassment slowly sinking in your body - but you weren't the only one, sevika silently gritting her teeth at your sentence as she averted her stare, feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. . . by now. . . usually she'd snap, telling someone off but. . . she'd never speak to a woman like that. . .especially one that looked as gorgeous as you.

"i-im sorry! i didn't mean to say that - i mean, i did, but in my head, y'know? I'm sorry, i really am! i told my parents to not let me serve- i can't believe this. ." you rambled as you quickly stood up from the floor, but nervous gaze still staring at the wooden floor covered in beer, fidgeting with your fingers due to nervousness, unnoticeably to you the tall woman was already out the door.

"and! uhhh. . . i can get you new pants if you'd like. . . just. . . my size probably won't fit you, you seem really tall-" your sentence came to halt as you grew the confidence to look up at the buff woman only to be meant with, absolutely nobody.."oh..? uh?"

your head twist around in all directions "did she- leave?"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who wakes up with a soft knock on her front door, going to answer it, her straight face mourning to a short shocked one for a split moment , what were you doing at her door?

sevika stared at you, observing you intently . . . your pretty kinky curls in a high bun, she liked how the strands fell framing your face. . the pretty yellow sun dress hugging your figure and in your hands was a box filled with 8 jars of milk.

"hello, would you like fresh milk from the - uh cows." Your eyes stared at the floor as your sentence came out dramatically and drained.

"i have my own cows. ." sevika answered with slight amusement. . you looked up in curiosity and immediately your eyes go wide "you!. ." You exclaim, holding a pointer finger, only letting out a tiny squeel as the box of milk nearly fell from your hands.

"You were the one that disappeared last night!"

sevika silently stared at you, she couldn't help the slight smirk tugging on her face. . . and she couldn't help but think you're absolutely cute and pretty as a peach - genuinely a real looker, and the simple fact she now realized you has no accent - you sounded that maybe you were from . . the city. . New York?

"can you - buy my milk please?" Your question coming out more desperately than you expected.

"Your. . . milk?" sevika questioned your wording with small smirk... "Why would i do that after the incident you caused last night?"

you gulped thickly at her, not just at her sentence but voice in general. . . .the deep southern drawl in her husky gruff voice nearly made your knees falter.

"-please? I've been walking for 20 minutes, and no one wants milk.."

sevika scoffed "20 minutes? darlin' . . .the original milk seller walks these streets for hours, and you - little sweet thing is done after 20 minutes?"

you couldn't help but suck your teeth at her words, looking to the side for a bit with a small pout on your plump lips.

"it's too hot! the sun is beaming and my throat is dry- oh! do you have some iced tea? since you won't buy my milk you can atleast offer me a drink."

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who declines at first, but finally let's you in her home for a glass of lemon iced tea after your dramatic begging - she has never meant anyone as dramatic and almost theatrical as you.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who watches as you happily sip on the iced teas through a plastic straw, sitting in a wooden stool in her kitchen and my god you just wouldn't stop talking - were you genuinely this curious?

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃��𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who's interest perks up when you ask if she has horses. .

"Hey, wait - you're a cowgirl, right? do you have a horse?"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - sevika who's intense gaze stared at you as you pet her horse with excitement - her eyes hiding an unspoken and unfamiliar emotion. . . she had never had another woman interested in her animals on the farm , most women in the town were far to "prissy" to want to ride horses and anything of the sort. . . so it came to a supirse when you - who had told her you were from the city , petting her horse with such excitement.

"wow! she's gorgeous, her colors and spots are so unique! I've never seen a horse in real life. This is so awesome. .I've always wanted to learn how to ride. ."

sevika's eyebrow perked up at your words "you wanna ride?"

you swiftly turn to her and nod with a smile, hands still in the horses hair.

sevika nodded, her next words coming out husky and deep almost as if it had a double meaning. ."i can teach you how to ride. . .darlin' "

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who spends her next few weeks with you, propping you carefully and safely on one of her horses with a saddle. . . .teaching you how to ride. The process started slow at first, it was hard for you since you genuinely had no experience with anything like this - but you always had so much fun especially with sevika who's flirty words never failed to make you all warm and squirmy.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who slowly learned more and more about you as the weeks go by, and you learning more about her. . you couldn't imagine the shock you felt when she revealed she was actually the sheriff of the town, immediately thinking to the night you spilled beer on her pants you couldn't help but apologize to her once more.

"sheriff! you!?. . . i spilled a beer all over a sheriff? I'm so sorry!"

"it ain't nothin' to worry about sugar. .i forgive you, " her voice came out in a teasing manner.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is now confused about how her chest gets warm whenever she'd see you laugh, how she'd automatically smile whenever she saw you smile, the sudden feeling hitting her like a ton of bricks when she realized that she wanted to spend more time with you - that didn't just consist of just teaching you how to ride her horse, but . . . . more.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who doesn't even realize how she is automatically turning down any woman that would came up to her.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who is sitting on a comfty leather couch with a glass of whiskey in her hand, the high picked up music in her ears as the sound of people shoes moved around the wooden floor - it was the town annual rodeo a lively time for the people in town, singing, dancing, good grilled foods. . . the annual bull riding contest had just ended, and now everyone was together in the biggest bar in town - sevika ofcourse winning and celebrating her victory with alcohol and a game of cards.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who feels her heart skip a beat when her eyes catches your figure across the room - huge smile on your face as you chatted it up with some other ladies - she felt as if she was being drawn to you, like a magnet . . . your whole existence suddenly making her life more warm, and softer...

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who feels her feet moving in their own, striding across the floor, moving around the dancing people - she felt like it took centuries to finally reach you. . . you suddenly stopping mid conversation with the sweet woman beside you, your eyes lighting up immediately at the sight of the towns sheriff.

"sevika! i was tryna find you everywhere - i saw you riding on that bull that was so cool. . something I've never seen before in my whole lifetime - ohh?.." your sentence coming to a halt when you feel a soft thump on top of your head.

suddenly, cheers could be heard all around you people wooping and hollering, even the women around you squealing in excitement.

sevika had just put her cowboy hat on your head, in a swift motion - her larger hand now holding out to you waiting foe you to take it. . . your wide eyes staring at her in shock - before you came to the south you've heard of things like this . . .the gesture that seemed small meant so much more , her putting her hat on you was meant or considered a flirty gesture or signifying that she had intrest in you- or in other words. . .

she was "claiming" you by letting you wear something so personal to her.

"claiming" you for the night..

and no matter how many women sevika has been with , not one has been given the honor to wear her hat. . . . all except you.

"can i get a dance sugar?"

slowly, you nod as you bring your hand in hers, her hand gently wrapping around yours with ease.

"atta girl. ."

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - is so fucking experience when it comes to sex, she knows all the right ways to touch you , all of your sensitive spots , and knows just what to do to get you off. . .when you ask her how shes so good at this. . she just answers with "cowgirls fuck better"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - her favorite position is either between your legs, or you moving up and down on her strap - riding her to get or self off without sevikas help. . . . she eats your pussy as if it's her last meal on earth, as if you'd disappear from her at any moment. . and she's so fucking messy with it, her gray eyes droopy as she keeps eye contact and head moving side to side as her pink muscles lays flat on your wet cunt.

"a-ah! p-please. . ." Your hips shake under sevika's movement, you taking everything in yourself to not break eye contact with her - she says if you do, she'd immediately stop.

"hmmmm so sweet mama. ." sevika hummed against your cunt, her half lidded eyes staring up at you with a glint in them - as if she was waiting for you to break. . . her pink muscle flicking your clit in a fast pace, the sudden action making you head tilt back.

"so- so good! ahhh. ." You whine out with your hips rolling up for more friction - you let out a cry as you felt a harsh slap on the side of your thigh, the feeling on your cunt going away as you shudder feeling the cold wind hit your wet sensitive cunt - she pulled away.

"I'm sorry. . .please. ."

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - She loves spanking, especially when you're reverse cowgirl, watching as you bounce on her thick, veiny strap while a blunt hands loosley from her lips, her large hand constantly slapping your ass causing you to whine everytime at the harsh contact.

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - loves dirty talk , when she has you in doggy style she'd lean down to you ear whispering how good your taking her from behind - and how much of a mess youre making on her sheets. . all while calling you those little sweet pet names that you swoon over "darlin' " "sugar" "sweet thing"

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 ℧ - who loves worshipping your body - she knows how to appreciate such gorgeous and beautiful things. . . kissing you, you down your body, saying how gorgeous and pretty you are, and how she can't wait to have you moaning her name.

cowboy!sevikadrabble +18

[blazichu]

I happened to write my thoughts down as I was progressing through Brothership, so here they are, in roughly chronological order. Definitely contains spoilers.

Oh. Well. I sure can do something with Maykit's song, now can't I.

I know people are probably comparing this to WW, but tbh, the bite-sized islands remind me of Phantom Hourglass, and traveling on a set path invokes Spirit Tracks. I suppose the visuals are sort of reminiscent of Wind Waker, but, if anything, it's the shading re: the WiiU version. Not everything set on the open sea is Wind Waker, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.

Oh good, I missed stomping on Francis.

Forgot the villains straight up have Antasma's face. Do we think that's actually going to call back, or is the new dev team just trying to tie into the last proper M&L game?

…why do they keep doing villains in this style? The guy just looks like Antasma again, or (with the top hat) a color swapped Count Bleck. The only real difference is the MSA style skull.

Don't know why, exactly, but I've had that post that goes 'this isn't a ouija board, it's a Luigi board' stuck in my head for about three islands, now.

I'm actually kind of happy to see Starlow again. I had a friend who really hated her, but she seems a lot more chill in this one. Wish they'd kept the sound for her old voice, though.

Pfff, so apparently this DID turn into Wind Waker after all. We've got a bunch of kids with swirly belts who decided to take the matter of people getting kidnapped by birds into their own hands. They even hitched a ride on a boat so they could travel to an island with high towers, where a giant bird roosts.

So the idea is that Zokket can't remember names because even that's a bond, right?

Just looked at the word 'Zokkarang' and realized how many ATLA ships that encompasses.

I actually really love Bulbfish so far, it's a great change of pace. Pretty obvious where it's going, but there's nothing inherently wrong with that. The game isn't big on subtlety thus far anyway.

I'm bad at dodging the Foopflies, but love seeing them, because their name is super fun to say.

Every time I have to go back to Heatfreeze, I obnoxiously go "BWAAAM BWAM BWA-BWA-BWAM" a la Hailfire Peaks.

...okay. Either they put the obligatory mid-game Bowser fight WAY later than usual, or I'm not nearly as far into this game as I'd thought.

Oh yeah. I totally believe you, game. This is 100% where things are ending. It's not like the UI suggests any differently.

I got the 'Auto Luigi' plug, and no lie, the first thing out of my mouth was: "What does that mean? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

Brothership out here saying that sharks are smooth as hell.

Okay, hang on. We got Shyguy Says earlier on, but was that an Eatsa Pizza gag just now?

Oh my god. The Extension Corps is just evil Sweet Cap'n Cakes. How did I not see it before.

One thing I really dig is that the game's logic stays consistent between plugs and Bros moves, and it's a neat bit of foreshadowing. I didn't think anything of the fire and ice plugs combining to be extra powerful until it became a story beat.

There's a real consistent design theory with these villains, huh. This one feels VERY reminiscent of Cackletta and Dimentio.

Look. I get what the game is going for with this whole 'isolate yourself and do what you enjoy without socialization' villain philosophy, but uh. Maybe know the audience. That's exactly what I've done in order to play this.

The number of times someone's gone "Let's-a go" at the end of a scene, only for me to mutter "let's-a not" and turn around to continue treasure hunting is kind of alarming. It's always capped off with "Now we may-a go" too.

What a coincidence! Conductor Connection is also MY most powerful move!

I called most of the bonds, but think it's odd that the game highlighted Bowser and the minions' being so important, but neglected to include them in this portion. I guess it would be kind of hard to make that work, when Bowser wouldn't ever hold someone's hand?

I've always really loved the fact that the M&L games are allowed to have a continuity between them. I said before, it was nice to see Starlow, but they threw in references to her being friends with Bowser, and then the chicken thing. Bowser still remembers Luigi's name after four games of calling him "Green ___". It's not just throwing in a reference here and there, like the Peasly, Shroob, Broque and Zeekeeper reefs; looking back on it, you can see actual character arcs, the most obvious being Luigi gaining confidence, and Bowser becoming more of a threat.

I just busted out laughing. We blew a hole in the wall to access the OTHER hole we already made in the wall.

So I went and looked up the last Zokket battle, because there was something I wanted to see again, and none of the people I looked up got glohmed? I freeze up and panic during enemy attack phases, so I'm terrible at dodging, and (at that point) didn't realize there was a Glohm Defense plug, so I got Luigi glohmed on the very first turn-- and that was what I wanted to rewatch. There's a nice little sequence where you have to counterattack a glohmed brother, but after he's unarmed, he stops attacking, and you can stop countering/he'll break out of it. It was really sweet, and I kind of think the people who are playing "well" are missing out in that regard. Chalk one up for idiots like me.

I'm only just getting into the Solitree, but I wonder if the game is trying to make a point with these new enemies. There's one that's a combination of three trooper types, a support enemy that heals/buffs its allies, and a seedle that just spent the entire battle disengaged because its partner seedle ran off. That's all really interesting, given the villain's mission statement.

Okay, now that I'm not constantly in battles, the Solitree's theme is giving me MAJOR Psychonauts 1 vibes. I think, specifically, it was a song that plays in the Meat Circus, just before fighting the Butcher? The 'The bunnies are safe, we're all safe' scene?

Update on the Seedlusa: apparently it changes forms when it's the only enemy on the field. This isn't helping the optics at all.

SEEDLUSAS IN THE OVERWORLD RUN AWAY FROM YOU. I don't think I've seen ANY enemies that do that, before this.

So just recently, I ended a battle with a bro down for the first time, and now I'm going bonkers trying to even their EXP out again.

I am not immune to Sudden Silence with Bird Song Ambiance.

Seems I haven't evolved since that first run of Partners in Time after all. I definitely just jumped this boss to death over the course of an hour.

Okay. Say what you will about the game, but "UGH. PEOPLE." have to be the funniest last words for a final boss to utter. (Turned out there was more, but I maintain this would have been best.)

Not gonna lie, I didn't believe this was a new VA and not Martinet until I saw the credits. He's spot on-- it's really impressive.

My final takeaway from playing Brothership: I think I need to get my eyes checked. My depth perception is. Bad.

For real, Brothership was a good time. There are definitely some issues I would raise-- like the soundtrack's comparative weakness, a relative lack of interaction between the title characters (which is something I have a habit of harping on), and the game itself having the subtlety of a flying mallet-- but it was still engaging, and there was a lot to enjoy.

I'm still kind of disappointed my prediction about someone getting glohmed as a result of hiding underneath a drain pipe didn't pan out a la bean fever, though.

[vossn]

okay some originswap lore on the bastard: (this might only make sense if you're somewhat familiar with his lore?)

Everything up to the factory accident happens the exact same. Maybe there's no Schola shuttle. Maybe they decline. Maybe no one thinks of that option. In any case, what now? He needs to survive, need to find a way to make money that isn't going back to the factories. He's motivated by having his life saved, he's motivated by having lost pretty much everything and having nothing to lose. That makes him driven, dangerous, and once again gives him his signature willingness to do anything and everything to secure even the dirtiest of wins.

He begins to (over-)identify with his homeworld conflict, but also the legacy of the accident. Its the workers against the Mechanicus against the Imperial envoys. His dead mother was a personal symbol and his dead father a communal one, and he's the sum of their parts and stands in the shadow of both. For a long time, he rides the coattails of his father's influence on the workers and their needs for a better life. He just likes the parts of the rebellion a little too much that do more than just dream of rebelling, those parts that see him as more as a symbol-driven daughter and are a little more willing to see something greater.

For his descent into crime I'm just gonna quote my bro @marsskop because he said it better than I could have:

"what is a crime lord in the first place? i feel like it is very close to being a leader of some community of people, especially when it is skirting what is legal. especially in Imperium of Man that does not approve any non-Imperial (a)political organizations. [..] you just need to be a leader that is not approved by authorities, and because you are not approved by authorities, you attract people, organizations, trades that need these unapproved methods. Plus, rebellion leader vs crime lord? i think it is in Imperium's own advantage to label as a "crime lord". "rebellion leader" means that there is something to rebel for. crime is just scum."

and that's exactly what happens.

It starts as a time of odd jobs and just keeping your head over water. He's not really strong enough to be muscle, but he's a good runner who can take a good punch, wiry, too, attentive, and has a real knack for guns later along the line. He picks up a lot of things that way, learns who pulls the strings and who the loudest voices and who keeps their mouth shut. He's still a quiet one, but that means that people talk more in his presence. His strategy becomes focussed on the individual: find out who to apprentice with and from whose mistakes to learn, and later, find who can be taken off the board. He learns where one could shoot some holes into the power vacuum and where the pillars lie that hold the city upright and should not be toppled.

Again, he‘s not a talker, nor is he particularly charming in the traditional sense, but he’s dependable, audacious and competent, and that makes the people gather behind him. When the shots come hailing you want the bastard on your side, not the idealist. The rebellion welcomes more and more, and because you’re already branded as an unauthorized body, it attracts a different kind of folks. He doesn't mind it - he knows his own ideals, and it's not so much the money that gets him there, but he doesn't mind sticking it to the institutions whose presence on Gryphia relies on indebting the planet - and two can play that game. He keeps climbing, and the higher he goes, the dodgier the enterprises under his belt become.

Triumph: (still) Feat of Greatness The whole thing goes large scale when the trade route running along Gryphia v 1902 gets besieged by void pirates and the planet is in danger of running out of resources, something that would see the "lower" population affected first. The planet circled, it's difficult to launch ships and get them out without them being shot down from high anchor immediately, and the other planets are less than generous in their help. After several losses, both major factions on Gryphia settle in favor of waiting it out until reinforcements arrive. You can do a lot of things when you put everyone on quarter rations, after all. The result is a bloody shadow war between pirates and populace that only later sees Imperial involvement and is ended both through planetside efforts to hunt the pirates down where they have to make contact, and mobilization of shipmen within the workers, largely in the name of the rebellion. They can't stop you from hijacking a ship or several when the call is coming from inside the house ☝️ It's a truly impressive achievement only made possible through planet-spanning alliances and a few, crucial moments.

Much like Salazar, this fight is where Mayrie joins the picture, still a Lord Commissar, but I'd find it fun if she doesn't die by his hand this time. She allies with the rebellion because she's still a secret idealist, always fated to die for a cause and she does turn the tide in a way only she could have done, but gets taken out close to the end by someone else. -> I will find you in every lifetime and I will die in your arms in all of them.

Darkest Hour: (still) Shadow of Torment While his Shadow is a commissar is more the result of medical trauma, here he actually gets captured and creatively and violently interrogated for his involvement, but he's slippery enough to be let go in the end. He's become one of the pillars that are too load-bearing to shoot down and easier to let stand, and that's a huge feat for someone barely out of his twenties.

It's also notable that he's older when those moments happen (scratching 30) here than on Salazar VI (23), but these events inspire him to be more brutal and crack down harder in a way that rivals original Zlatko

By the time him and Emmot meet he's a strong presence along the planets of the sector's route, but his ideals have become a personal thing, something he keeps close to his chest. He's nothing noble anymore and he doesn't pretend to be.

Due to leaving Gryphia v 1902 way later in this timeline, I like to imagine he crosses paths with @jaal-ama-daravv 's Valerie at some point (again). Worker girl you knew is now a grown-ass man telling you to stop hunting Admech on his turf but once in a while you've got the hit out on the same person. unfortunate.

Since he gets the name Zlatko in the Schola, in this iteration he uses the moniker Hunter. It's, once again, not a chosen but a given name, born out of his practice of going persistently after individual people. If you don't have one, it's as good a name as any.

He still loses his eye in this AU, but instead of a Schola fight its in a backalley scuffle. He keeps the bullet that took it and the back of it becomes his new pupil (I've actually seen this done online, the bullet-glass-eye I mean). He also still gets his nose broken enough to warrant the reinforcement.

Funnily enough, in this AU smiles a lot more. Its not always sincere, often mocking, and his natural smile is a little crooked, but yeah.

I don't think he would go for gender reassignment as heavily as he does as his commissar version, since he has a greater amount of freedom as a crime lord and feels less of a need to "take it back", so while he goes on black market T still, he foregoes other modifications. He also transitions way later - its kind of a secondary concern when you have a rebellion to lead, yknow?

other design choices: he gets the skeleton augment earlier but constructs the casing out of scrap metal, he wear his clothes a lot more open (while commissar zlatko would rather die) and the belts tighter around the waist, has different tattoos, and of course he keeps his long hair. Generally he's a lot more gender non-conforming, which is very sexy of him.

.. thats it for now, WIP, who knows, maybe there's more.. >:) If you read until here you are entitled to a sticker and a kiss on the forehead. MWAH :*

was discussing originswap with @revivisection and I felt like I needed to introduce you to Crime Lord Zlatko