#marion chase

[floral-art-prints]

Rose Campions and Dandelion by Marion Chase (1875, watercolour on paper)

[teddyclowns]

LCU things I don’t think I shared here… I 100%ed the game yesterday! Anyways anyone want a gamer boyfriend

[jeanharlowshair]

Photoplay Magazine, August 1928.

[marypickfords]

The Florodora Girl (Harry Beaumont, 1930)

[justbusterkeaton]

I’ve just re-read a couple of chapters from the Marion Meade book and my god, what was her problem??!!! I can’t work out if she hates Buster or is in love with him, her attitude is so strange.

And how can she possibly know all the intimate details of Buster and Natalie’s sex life? She portrays Natalie as a boring, frigid and talentless and Buster as a slutty, cold hearted fuckboy who married Natalie because she was convenient.

Where was she getting this from when she didn’t personally know them? Is she making it up, making assumptions or listening to gossip? I don’t know, but I don’t recommend Cut To The Chase.

[boh-due-milla]

Lol

Im having fun with this pen

[barnbridges]

you know what this year i'll be way more open with that those visits to richard's bedroom at like 3 am? that was absolutely a fetish thing. richard just doesn't care.

[daisy1309]

Oh, Frank......😅😅

I can't play LCU without doing fanart. Featuring Dunby and Frank!

[tankionlayn]

MY BULLY OC - MARION HAMILTON

Marion 16-year-old Greek student at Bullworth Academy, is the epitome of privilege and ambition. Raised by his narcissistic dad, who owns a successful tourism company, Marion constantly seeking approval and validation. With strained relationship with his cousin , whom he views as both a rival and a means of gaining attention, Marion driven by the need to be recognized, particularly by his dad.

Though he is involved in numerous school activities, his interest in them fleeting; he starts many things but drops them just as quickly when they no longer hold his attention. One moment he might be diving into fencing, the next, he’s bored and onto something else, whether it’s learning the piano or attempting to master photography. His attention span is as fickle as his mood, often quitting halfway because the novelty fades fast. Despite this, he pours his energy into whatever catches his eye at the moment, convinced that being seen in different circles will somehow earn him the admiration he craves.

At his core, Marion deeply insecure individual, masking his vulnerability with snobbery. His constant need for attention is a reaction to his father's emotional distance, hoping to one day gain the affection he desperately seeks. As a Greek, Marion has a deep appreciation for his heritage, and although it’s often overshadowed by his preoccupation with status, he occasionally enjoys the philosophical debates or the quiet escape of reading about Greek mythology. However, like everything else in his life, his interests are short-lived, swept away by the next distraction that promises more excitement or admiration.

In short, Marion an ambitious and constantly dissatisfied teenager, forever chasing after approval, but never able to truly commit to anything, always searching for something that will finally make him feel worthy.

[luxxid]

hello marion! could i request itto, childe, diluc and scara smut imagines (separately)?

tyyy sm <33

𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇!

ꔫ 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎 ꔫ

he pounded his large cock into your small hole as you gripped his red horns, his arms were placed on either side of your hips, his thrusts were powerful and swift, leaving you breathless as the butterflies in your stomach strided closer to your climax. his hulking figure above you were a perfect silhouette as he filled you with pleasure, sending tremors through your body as he brought you closer to the peak of ecstasy.

"doing so good for me, pretty bunny." he groaned in escasty as he kept his slamming his girth in an inhumane pace. he was completely engulfed in bliss, unable to control his own movements as the pleasure overwhelmed him. he absolutely adored how your cunt sucked his length so gracefully and addictingly. his mind was beyond comprehension as he enjoyed every single bit of it, relishing the feeling of his entire being connected to yours in a way that could only be described as divine.

your palms harshly tugged on his hair, he groaned as you did so. his eyes were locked into yours, his orange eyes were staring into your soul. you found it quite intimidating. his grip on your waist tightened as you moved deeper, making you feel both powerful and vulnerable simultaneously. you could feel the intensity of the moment build as you moved, and the vulnerability that comes with surrendering to someone in such an intimate way.

"itto!! i can't anymore!" you whined in jubiliation as tears slipped out of your eyes subconciously, his thrusting had halted for a minute before he hooked his lissom digits under your chin and made you face him. his tip was still grazing your cervix, droplets of sweat were present on his forehead from the heat of the moment. with a satisfied smirk, he asked, "still have some energy left in you?"

his hips once again buckled against your making you moan, your squirmed under his large shadow while he looked down at you. what a pretty scene you were. really, you were a small thing struggling to push him, but all you tries were in vain. his thrusts were now quicker and deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you both as he brought you closer to climax. your soft moans and pleasured squirms only seemed to drive him further, and you were soon overwhelmed by a crescendo of sensations as he brought you both closer to the edge of exhiliration.

"mm-m!" you groaned in pleasure as you nodded your head. was it your fault that he knew all your sweet spots and had mapped out your entire body and made you feel weak in the knees. you couldn't help but feel helpless to the touch of his fingers, teasing and tantalizing your entire being. his touch, gentling yet powerful, made you gasp with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. you knew he could bring you to the brink of ecstasy with just a few skillful strokes.

"i know you have it in you, bunny." his words sent a shiver through you, a reminder that together you could explore heights of pleasure you never expected. you felt a surge of confidence, emboldened to chase those dreams and experience a level of bliss you'd only imagined before.

ꔫ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ꔫ

his pointer finger explored your gunge cunt civilly, arousing you with his touch as he explored the depths of your most intimate area. his tongue followed suit, licking and caressing as his fingers continued their exploration. you moaned in pleasure as the sensation of his touch overwhelmed you. his exploration grew more intense, as his tongue expertly worked its way around your sensitive skin, sending shivers up your spine with every pass.

"m-mm ajax- i-" you kept on stumbling your words due to every slick movement he made with his svelte digits, you swear you could feel him grin against your syrupy pussy. you tugged on his silky, ginger hair as his eyes travelled up to yours while he continued tasting your candied sex. you could feel the electricity, the heat radiating from him and all your focus centred on how he made you feel, as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

forwith, his movements had stopped, his fingers were still impended inside your cunt, his tongue was withdrawn as he glanced deep into your pupils, his intense gaze held you captive as he moved his free hand to caress your waist, his touch radiating warmth as he leaned in closer. his lips met yours in a passionate kiss as his fingers began to thrust inside you, the intensity of the moment intensifying as his tongue explored your mouth. his touch was gentle as his hand moved to your breast, his thumb tracing circles around your erect nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

"jax! please, more!" you snivled while glistening tears cascaded down your cheeks, while you buried your face in your palms. it wasn't fair, he knew how to get you addicted to him, he knew how to very well. his lips curled into a smirk as he observed your obvious distress, aware of the fact that he had succeeded in capturing your attention. his smirk deepened as he brushed a finger gently against your cheek, a gesture that conveyed both his understanding of your pain and his promise to provide more of what you wanted.

childe moved his lips to your ear, his breath hot and heavy, and whispered "say it again" before his tongue licked the sensitive area. his hand moved to your inner thigh and he firmly gripped it, his other hand finding its way to your waist. "say what you want," he moaned, his lips trailing down your neck. his voice was demanding yet gentle, asking for what you wanted, yet still caring for your needs. he wanted you to take control, to make sure that he knew exactly what would make you happy.

oh well, you could only imagine what he was going to do, and how he was going to make you feel.

ꔫ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 ꔫ

his dick kept consuming your slovenly cunt, he never once stopped nibbing his girth into your hole, his thrusts became more and more intense, you felt like you were being taken over by the sheer pleasure he was providing. his actions made you scream in delight as his dick pounded into you, intensifying your pleasure with every stroke. he never seemed to tire of your body and desired to bring you ultimate pleasure. he treated you like a goddess, showering you with pleasure that had never been experienced before.

you found yourself lost in a sea of ecstasy, the sensation of his dick inside you becoming more and more intense with each passing moment. you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink of climax, and when it came it was like nothing you had ever experienced before. with every thrust of his hips, you were sent higher and higher into a state of bliss, the sheer ecstasy of the moment pushing you over the edge and into a euphoric state like no other.

"dirty slut." he spat as he slapped you harshly. your tears were ignored as he kept pounding his length mercilessly, not sparing you even a bit of mercy. if you had to admit, you liked this side of him. you loved the way he punished you, wanted more, not less; you desired the feeling of complete submission to him, letting him take control and take you wherever he wanted. you could feel yourself slipping further and further away, willing to do anything to please him, and giving him whatever he wanted.

"kuni! no more, no more!" you wailed, your tears were dried up on either side of your cheeks. it was true, you couldn't take anymore, he was far too good at this, and you were just an amatuer, he had been teasing you for hours, his hands and his mouth tracing pleasure on your body and then leaving you wanting more. you begged for him to stop, but he kept going, pushing you to the edge of orgasmic bliss and then taking it away again and again. you were exhausted, and he was still going strong.

"come on, i know you can do it, angel." he whispered lovingly, he squeezed your hand tightly and urged you to keep pushing forward. his smirk had broadened after glancing at your spiteful perception. his hips buckled once more against yours harshly. his touch sent a wave of pleasure through your body, as his kisses roamed your neck and his hands explored your curves. you felt your body heat up as the intensity of the moment increased, and the sexual tension between you both was palpable.

you knew very well, he would make you see stars tonight, you couldn't help but anticipate the brimming pleasure that was to come, as you both moved closer to the brink of passion.

ꔫ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 ꔫ

his tongue swiftly explored your heat while he licked you out, drawing out sensations of pleasure and delight as he tasted you. his hands on either side of your hips. he moved his hands up around your body to caress your breasts, sending shivers down your spine with every touch. his mouth was still attached to your honey pussy, he kept on sucking on your clitoris as it if were addictive. his tongue and hands worked in tandem, and you were quickly lost in the sensations of sex. his mouth felt like it was everywhere, and as he moved against you, you felt like you were in an entirely different world.

"sweet phoenix, doing so good for me." he praised while leaving a blub of saliva on your pussy lips, he trailed his way back up to your tummy while pressing short, but passionate kisses onto your breasts. his lips left a faint trail of warmth that lingered as he looked deep into your eyes, his gaze filled with passionate admiration. his damp fingers caressed your rosy cheeks, your eyes were drooping from all excitement.

he moved his way back up, his hands gently exploring your body with each passionate kiss. His touch was gentle yet intense, sending a wave of pleasure that washed over you. his gaze held admiration and respect, and the warmth of his lips and hands were almost too much to bear. his touch elicited a sigh of pleasure, as you looked into his eyes and knew that you were truly loved.

his lips moulded against yours for a long, sultry kiss. his hands brushed your hair away from your face as his hands moved down your body and caressed your skin, the heat of passion and desire rose within you, and you were both swept away in a wave of pleasure and sexual ecstasy. his soft lips pressed against your forehead, and he whispered, "you can do this, my love." his gaze shifted to your eyes, and he smiled, his warm breath caressing the side of your face.

[fruitviking]

I wish the 1954 Sherlock Holmes show with Ronald Howard and H. Marion Crawford had done Charles Augustus Milverton.

That story is ripe for a slapstick sitcom adaptation. RIPE, I tell you!

Holmes pretending to be a plumber while having no idea how to be a plumber. AND while wearing a rubbish fake goatee. Watson immediately offering to make them matching black masks. The pair of them sneaking through Milverton's house and being so pleased to get a Good Grade In Burglary. They are then startled out of their skins by Milverton's pet cat.

The climax? No need for vicious murder, it's been done on the show but the method in this case is a bit atonal. So the back-up plan becomes their actual plan. They sneak up on Milverton once he enters his study. Watson attacks, bundling him in a coat so he can't see them. They tie him up, burn everything in the safe, and run away! Success!

And, of course, the next morning Lestrade comes around with news of the burglary, can they help? He describes the alleged culprits using eyewitness reports from the servants who chased Holmes and Watson from the house.

Tell me you can't imagine Howard saying "that could be a description of Watson", and the look on Crawford's face!

[folkloristico]

Daphne Redesign

Nymph Dress

This one’s still an outfit and not her Nymph transformation. She wears this attire during her time on Andros, where she studies to become a Nymph. (That is because to become a Nymph, you need to meet some requirements; Sirenix is among them, and only on Andros can you obtain your Sirenix.)

Casual Dress

This one is more of an everyday attire she wears on Domino when she’s at the palace.

The necklace—which she always wears, only tucked under her clothes—is a sword. Marion gave it to her as a gift; it’s very important to their family, and Daphne is very fond of it.

Riding Attire

Pretty self-explanatory. Despite being a fairy and having wings, Daphne loves riding. As she grows older, it’s one of the rare moments she has alone with her father, who taught her how to ride.

(Oritel and Marion used to go riding when they were still getting to know each other and Marion wanted to show him around the kingdom. But at some point, Marion’s horse—the one she’d been riding since childhood—died, and she was so heartbroken she didn’t feel like she wanted another one. Besides, as queen, she’s quite busy as she is, and prefers flying anyway.)

Sword-fighting Attire

This one’s pretty self-explanatory as well. Daphne wears it during her sword-fighting lessons with Hagen. Sometimes she spars with her mother and father as well, though. Oritel is the better of the two; Marion has always favoured her own magic over weapons.

Traditional Dress (with royal mantle)

Both are worn during festivities, ceremonials, and official events. There’s one for different occasions. This one is worn during the celebration that precedes the beginning of the year, when fires are lit all over the kingdom, and the people of Domino burn puppets that are made to resemble the dead that they have lost within the curring year. Their ashes burn for say, and they are said to chase away the cold season.

[justabigoldnerd]

2024 Writing Round Up

Thank you so much @cha-melodius for the tag!!!

This year has felt so long and so short at the same time 😅 I'm going into this blind, so let's find out together how many fics I published this year!!

Total: 52

....holy fuck. I mean I did Flufftober this year, and some of these are podfics, but damn

January - 5

"Ravens Love The Snow"

(TMFU Movie; G; 485 words) While working on my winged people anthology, I saw a video of a raven playing in the snow and got inspired lol

"Michelin Star Spy"

(TMFU Movie; T; 3k words; UNFINISHED) Illya is a very important food critic, so he has to keep his identity and profession a closely guarded secret. Turns out he is a little too good at that, and he is swept up into a fascist-busting spy plot lead by a cocky American man and a prickly German woman working for some mysterious organization known as "U.N.C.L.E". ● OR ● 5 times Illya pretends to know what's going on, plus 1 time he actually does

[P.S. I promise this fic isn't abandoned lmao]

"You Take Me In Your Arms When Walls Are Closing In"

(TMFU Movie; M; 2k words) Christmas in England has come and gone, New Years on its heels, but somewhere in Illya's chest, a longing like a thorn has buried itself deep. It's January 7th, and Illya has his head pillowed on his arms, pointedly avoiding the paperwork on his desk.

"In Summer We Can Taste The Rain"

(TMFU Movie; G; 903 words) Illya tries very very hard to ignore the urge to go out and use the warm summer rain to preen. He fails.

"Trapped Within An Abstract From A Moment Of My Life"

(TMFU TV; T; 2k words) This is what happens after Napoleon finds Illya alone in Marion Raven's apartment, terrified after being exposed to a fear-inducing gas.

February - 7

"One More or One Less (Nobody's Worried)"

(TMFU Movie; E; 13k words) The prequel to my Winged Spied Anthology: The events of the movie, but everyone has wings!

"She'll Tell You She's an Orphan After You Meet Her Family"

(TMFU Movie; E; 4k words) Gaby is molting, which is a time bomb of emotions in and of itself, but something else, something deeper, is setting her on edge. Solo and Illya are worried about her. (Winged Spies Part One)

"I'm Going to the Stars Tonight"

(TMFU Movie; G; 2k words) Solo baits Illya into flying for the sake of it for the first time in a very long while. Being nearly drunk helps achieve that goal. (Winged Spies Part Two)

"Let Me Be Your Own Icarian Carrion"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 2k words) A chase in the air goes south for Illya. (Winged Spies Part Three)

"My Wings Have Been So Denied"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 3k words) Illya's wings always grew faster than he did. They were big and heavy, and he couldn't fly when all his friends could. A year before his father is sent to the gulag, his parents take him to the doctor for it.

"You Had To Be A Big Shot, Didn't You (You Had To Open Up Your Mouth)"

(TMFU Movie; E; 9k words) A shudder runs down Solo's spine when he uses his wings to seduce a target. A spike of panic pierces his heart when anyone touches them, even Gaby or Illya.

"Kintsukuroi"

(TMFU Movie; G; 1k) Kintsukuroi - The Japanese art of fixing broken ceramics with lacquer mixed with precious metals. ●●● Many years after the events of "You Had To Be A Big Shot, Didn't You (You Had To Open Up Your Mouth)", Solo sees a familiar face in a coffee shop that he never thought he'd see again.

March - 4

"I Will Always Find My Way To You [Podfic]"

(TMFU Movie; T; 5 minutes) In the end, it takes Illya almost five hours to find Rudi. Five hours, in which his mind supplies him with an endless array of horrors, all of which could be happening to his foolish cowboy.

"Always A Well Dressed Fraud"

(TMFU Movie; M; 3k words) "It's much easier to trust a drink you fixed yourself." An alternate version of The Watch Scene, plus a follow up.

"Just Hold Out Against The Night"

(TMFU Movie; M; 1k words) One does not simply walk away from nearly drowning in a harbor. Illya makes it back to the hotel room, but once his heart stops racing, his lungs begin to ache. ● OR ● This is what happens after Solo saves Illya from the harbor of the satellite factory.

"Uneasy Ally Of The Body"

(TMFU Movie; M; 1k words) A little drabble exploring what was going through Solo's head when Victoria drugged him.

April - 3

"Que Si Te La Bebes De Seguro Te Va A Matar"

(TMFU Movie; E; 1k words) Illya Kuryakin's mission is to take out the CIA's most effective agent. Things....don't go as planned.

"If I Could Hold You For A Minute"

(TMFU Movie; T; 2k words) A letter from Gaby to her newborn baby.

"I've Been Watching You A While (Maybe You've Been Watching Me Too)"

(TMFU Movie; M; 3k words) Texas. The state of sprawling desserts, rich farmlands, and absolutely zero* communists.

*Not counting Illya, of course ;)

May - 1

"To Find Someone To Talk To, Who Likes The Way I Am"

(TMFU Movie; E; 46k words) Solo and Gaby are students at a university, studying for their respective career choices, when a foreign exchange student catches the attention of the entire campus - including Solo.

June - 1

"January Embers"

(TMFU Movie; T; 2k words) Fireplaces are NOT beds. For most people. Illya is not most people.

July - 7

"Death, He Knows the Panes of My Face"

(TMFU Movie; E; 5k words) A mission goes sideways. Solo gets himself strung up from the ceiling and learns what it's like to be cooked from the inside out.

"Blood In Your Teeth and Mud On Your Hands"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 1k words) Gaby drags Solo to a motocross race, where Illya Kuryakin, better known as The Red Peril in the motocross scene, wins first place. Solo is immediately enamored.

"I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)"

(TMFU Movie; E; 25k words; UNFINISHED) Twenty years after their friend is taken from them, Illya is called into service to guard the all-too-familiar looking Prince.

[P.S. I promise this one is ALSO not abandoned!!]

"[Podfic] Country Roads (Take Me Home)"

(TMFU Movie; T; 10 minutes) “We were supposed to turn off motorway half-hour ago!”

“We heard you the first time, Illya,” says Gaby, drumming her hands on the wheel. Her ponytail snaps like a whip as she rolls her window down. Outside, the rolling fields stretch away into oblivion as they speed along the grey-paved road. “There’s more than one way to get there.”

“Is not what map says,” grumbles the Russian from the back seat, but the sounds of crinkling paper speak up soon after, announcing that he has retreated back behind said map in silence.

"Would You Lay With Me?"

(TMFU Movie; N/R; 2k words) A sore throat. An itch just out of reach, banished only for moments at a time by a suppressed cough. Just the change of seasons, Illya told himself when the itching turned to burning as he went to bed that night. He was living in a much warmer climate than he was used to, after all. Surrounded by plants he didn't grow up inhaling the pollen of. ● OR ● Illya is sick and angry about it.

"[Podfic] The Words I Cannot Say"

(TMFU Movie; T; 3 minutes) Illya’s not a fool. He knows that if he had been faster, if the tracker’s signal had been stronger, then he might have saved Solo some pain. Saved him the silver nails that punched through his flesh. Saved him the bandages, torn from an old shirt in the warehouse, wrapped tightly around his bleeding hand.

"[Podfic] These Veins Like Wires"

(TMFU Movie; T; 20 minutes) The first time Gaby sees it, she is evesdropping on a conversation she is quite certain she’s not supposed to know about. —— Or, Five times that others noticed the collar, and the one time Solo did.

August - 8

"I've Told A Million Lies But Now I Tell A Single Truth"

(TMFU Movie; E; 3k words) Five times someone discovers that Napoleon Solo is transgender + the first time he does.

"Everything's Got A Price"

(TMFU Movie; E; 3k words) Napoleon Solo, a renowned mercenary in the underworld, is going to be hired to protect the son of Nikolai Kuryakin, a Russian Mob boss. Things take a slightly different turn once Nikolai leaves them alone together. (Part Two of "Now You See Me, Now You Don't")

"A Passion Crime With A Danger Sign"

(TMFU Movie; E; 6k words) Three weeks. That's how long it takes for the mystery organization after the Kuryakins to make an attempt on Illya's life. Solo has the chance to prove he's worth his price tag. (Part Four of "Now You See Me, Now You Don't")

"Religion Leaves a Bitter Taste"

(TMFU Movie; M; 1k words) The Prayer Vigil after Illya's mother is killed. (Before the events of Part One of "Now You See Me, Now You Don't")

"Dissecting Destruction"

(TMFU Movie; T; 3k words) An essay dissecting Illya Kuryakin's psychotic breaks, specifically the one before the infamous Watch Scene, and all of the detail and symbolism involved in it.

"Spies Are Forever"

(TMFU Movie/The Lone Ranger; M; 1k) Major Character Death is (technically) Temporary. They don't know how or why, but every time Illya and Solo die, they find each other in the next life. Neither of them had ever been able to communicate with the body they inhabited.

"For Death Is Not The Worst Of Evils"

(TMFU Movie/2081; E; 1k words) (Spoilers for the movie "2081", available on Youtube) The climactic scene from "2081", but if it were Illya and Solo.

"One More Sweet Boy To Be Butchered By Man"

(TMFU Movie; E; 2k words) "Then he said: don't you know? I am trying to make you great.

And I said: I do not want to be great, I want to be loved."

- Sue Zhao

•••

Illya is seventeen and suffering brutal treatment by his peers and higher-ups. (Suicide tag is that of a minor character)

September - 1

"Slip Inside The Eye Of Your Mind"

(Gravity Falls; T; 1k words) Two traumatized old men learning how to be people again- one cup of interdimensional coffee at a time.

October - 13

"TMFU (2015) Flufftober 2024"

(TMFU Movie; 12 Works; G, T, M, and E, 22k words total) My TMFU responses for 12 of the 31 Flufftober 2024 prompts.

"Waste The Night"

(Gravity Falls; T; 749 words) Flufftober Day Six: Mistaken Identity --- It's another late night in the lab, and Fiddleford assumes it's not his friend who gets his attention.

November - 1

"Approach, Appear"

(TMFU Movie; M; 956 words) "The roof is a place of morbid comfort, for him. When things felt too heavy, he would climb the stairs to the hatch and just sit on the ledge. He would lean back on his palms, letting the bite of gravel ground him, and just trace constellations, listening to the night birds call." ••• Illya likes to sit on the rooftop when his thoughts get too much. Solo tends to join him.

December - 2

"[Podfic] A Cowboy And A Communist Walk Into A Bar"

(TMFU Movie; T; 15 minutes) Deveny’s got his hands tucked into his pockets, watching Illya intently where the Russian has paused. They’d parked his pickup back down the road, in cover of some scraggly trees before trekking the rest of the drive on foot. It’s dimly lit by the pale orb of the moon hanging overhead like a mobile. The grass like three day old stubble under their shoes.

“I usually work alone,” Illya admits now, taking in the full size of the looming warehouse. And it’s true. Sometimes it’s Gaby, but he’s never had another partner. It’s a strange feeling, though not wholly unpleasant. “But this will not work. Not tonight.”

“Alright,” says the American at last, gilded in the moonlight. Voice dusty and raw like the landscape stretching out around them. He almost sounds as if he’s been gargling the sand. Maybe it’s nerves. Maybe it’s the smoking. “I’ll help ya. But it's in and out, no mess, and nobody knows we've been here. And we both forget about it in the mornin’. Deal?”

"Winter Exchange Fic"

(TMFU; ?; ????) Yet to be revealed.

Phew!! I don't know how I managed to get all of this written while also working 😅 Apparently I have more spoons than I thought! Turns out I just use them all to write LMAO

Anyway, a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has supported me, read/listened to my works, left kudos, commented, made podfics and fanart of my works, etc. 💕💕💕💕💕 I would not be here without you all 💕💕💕💕 I cannot WAIT to show you all what next year will bring!!!

Love and SO many hugs,

Mawce

As always, no pressure tagging @huggiebird @happybean17 @falling-into-peril @heytheredeann @pippinoftheshire

@bighandsforabigheart @kcscribbler @mybelovedillya @the-golden-comet @thattripleabattery

@too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight @vnyu73 @nicijones @prettyboynapoleonsolo

And an Open Tag for anyone who wants to join!!!

[edutainer2022]

This is for pure amusement (sprung off a prompt). I'm attached to the idea Scott and Marion share custody of Guard Cameron AND harbor a Shakespearean comedic potential. Jeff Tracy gets to be a keen Commander and a cunning father. Col. Casey is not amused. There's a passing reference to BEFORE THE DARK.

Many thanks to @janetm74 for incessant support!

FROM A CERTAIN POINT OF VEIW

"Is.... is somebody there?... Hello?"

The kid's face was nearly drained of color and obviously scared. And oh so young! How early did the GDF enroll now?

The call came through directly to the island via a secure channel and Jeff switched the comm automatically, while engrossed in the backlog of reports at the desk.

"Hello! Mr Tr... Is Mr Tracy there?"

The connection was patchy. Jeff thought he could discern giant pine trees and snow in the background.

"It is I, son. Mr. Tracy. You called International Rescue - how can I help you?"

If at all possible, the boy's eyes grew wider and more anxious.

"N-no! Sc... Is Mr. Scott Tracy there?!"

"Cameron!?! What happened?!"

His eldest stepped back into the lounge, voice ringing with concern. Brown eyes lit up as the GDF kid saw a face he recognized.

"Scott! I mean... Mr. Tracy! I'm... not supposed to be calling you, but Lt. Van Arkle went dark and I..."

"Where are you!?! Sit-rep, soldier!"

Scott was already pulling the lamp handles of his chute down. A structured military address seemed to have pulled the boy on the other end of the call together a bit.

"Siberia, sir! Abandoned nuclear missile silos. Lt. Van Arkle went in to investigate a possible warheads sell-off. She gave orders not to call backup. I didn't know what else to do!"

"You did good, Cameron! I'm on my way! John, upload the coordinates to One!"

Scott was giving clipped orders already from the depths of the launch tube. A befuddled Jeff didn't have the time to wedge a word in sideways as One roared off from the pool and the connection to the hapless GDF soldier got cut off.

***

The rest of the impromptu rescue for Jeff was a jumble of thick worry and palpable annoyance of his sons, incomplete bits and bobs of data, grainy visual feeds from dark bowels of the missile launch labyrinth and a snowed in taiga, in the middle of what looked like a mayhem of a breakneck chase, flashes of shots fired, and at least on one occasion - a fistfight.

Next time he heard his eldest son's voice properly was from the elevator up from the hangars, once One completed the post flight checks. The strong, clear notes were vibrating with what Jeff was rather surprised to identify as distress, liberally overlaid with fury. The sentiment also came in stereo, fully echoed by an unfamiliar female voice:

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!!!!"

***

The remarkable cavalcade that subsequently entered the lounge area of the villa consisted of a visibly fuming Scott, his radiation grade uniform covered in muck and scorched areas grazed by laser fire, a young woman, carried in his arms, her GDF uniform in a similar state of dissaray, one boot off, replaced by a velcro sprain brace, and, peeking from behind them, a shy youth Jeff now recognized as Cameron, even paler than before and exuding profound misery. Scott marched to the couches and all but dumped his equally seething cargo on the cushions. Blue eyes were ablaze.

Virgil's move to offer a med scan and help was stopped on its tracks by the sizzle of silent daggers and lightning bolts exchanged between his brother and the Leutenant. In helpless confusion he turnied to Jeff, who was by then thoroughly amused by the whole pantomime. Scott eventually huffed and threw his arms up:

"Dad, meet Lt. Van Arkle, who thinks she could singlehandedly take down the Russian black market for nuclear weapons WITHOUT BACKUP!

"I HAD IT UNDER CONTROL!"

An attempt to jump off the couch was expertly stopped by a pillow, shoved under the injured foot, and an extra bright cerulean glare. Poor young Cameron, temporarily forgotten by all parties involved, was obviously trying to process the immediate proximity of THE Jeff Tracy in the flesh without hyperventilating too conspicuously.

Jeff did his best to stifle a laugh.

"Well, well... I do believe we've met, Leutenant! Albeit the last time around you tried to kill my son with a pool noodle."

The retort died out on the young officer's lips, as John's hologram in the center of the lounge enunciated a mumble maybe too intentionally:

"That certainly became a habit..."

Perplexed, Jeff was still quick to pave over the awkward pause.

"How's old Willem Van Arkle doing, Marion?"

The indignant stare up at Scott's full imposing height was momentarily deflated.

"Um... my father died... sir. After the mines were shut down he just... gave up..."

It was his turn to choke on the foot in his mouth. Blue eyes searched his gaze - free of ire and brimming with protective compassion. That definitely tumbled into a hole he didn't anticipate.

"I'm so very sorry for your loss!"

He meant it, of course. But Jeff Tracy also prided himself for nothing else if not quick thinking on the go.

"Now, kids, you need to get your reports straight for the GDF. Scott, do show the Leutenant up to the guestrooms at the Roundhouse. I insist you cross-reference your stories before the official debrief. Boys, would you show Cameron around the island? How do you like the pool, son?"

A half-nod from Dad was enough for Gordon to get the cue and drag Cameron and Alan out to the poolside. There was soon laughter and splashes and, possibly, a watergun fight. Jeff turned a pointed gaze at Scott, still towering over a notably subdued Marion on the couch.

"I suggest you get to it, Bluejay. You two don't have all day! We shall show our guests some patented Tracy hospitality, right? I'll let you know when dinner's ready."

Scott might have stifled an eyeroll, as he bent down to pick Marion up again and head for the elevator. Virgil jerked to the hidden closet, eager to offer the hoverchair or crutches Jeff himself had to use until recently, struggling against muscle atrophy. Dad's firm hand landed on the boy's shoulder and stalled the move with a squeeze.

At least there was no struggle or squabble that time around. Not till the elevator doors hissed shut, anyway. The whir of well-calibrated machinery was soon muted by overlapping shouts:

"YOU COULD HAVE DIED!!!!!"

Big, apprehensive brown eyes searched Jeff's face, full of doubt.

"Are you sure about that, Dad? They're gonna kill each other!"

"That's one way of looking at it, son."

The twinkle in his eyes was full of mischief.

***

Colonel Casey squinted at him, the hologram blue adding to the scorn. The dinner came and went and the lounge was, blissfully, quiet. The Tinies dragged Cameron down to the beach. John checked out to go over Scott's helmet camera footage - whatever was legible through heavy interference. MAX was sent up to the Roundhouse with a dinner platter once it was obvious the reports review took longer than expected. Or, maybe, precisely as long as expected. Gordon might have suggested to contract EOS for proof of life, which got poor impressionable Cameron to choke on a charred burrito.

"Is IR going rogue or are you trying to poach the GDF best and brightest to expand?"

The old friend's holo was burning a hole in his chest and Jeff felt himself smile into the sip of scotch. That was certainly one way of looking at it.

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Post 1156

Before and After a little adventure in The Villages....with a high speed chase, crashing into a tree, being pursued by police dogs and loosing his shoes....

Cody James Russell aka "Stolo" , Florida inmate N60978, born 2002, incarceration intake October 2022 at age 19, scheduled for release September 2028

Attempted Fleeing LEO with no regard, Aggravated Assault on LEO, Attempted Aggravated Fleeing or Eluding LEO

In April 2021, an Ohio teenager was apprehended after leading law enforcement on a high-speed chase one Friday afternoon on Interstate 75 through Sumter and Marion counties near the Villages.

Cody James Russell, of Miamisburg, Ohio, described as having a "clean cut appeaance" was at the wheel of a stolen black Dodge Durango with Ohio plates at 4:25 p.m. Friday, April 16, northbound near Mile Marker 322 in Sumter County when his fast-moving vehicle began kicking up debris from the side of the roadway causing a hazard for other motorists, according to an arrest report from the Florida Highway Patrol.

A patrol car from FHP pursued the vehicle into Marion County at a speed of 115 miles per hour where the Dodge Durango left I-75 at Exit 341 and began to travel in the wrong direction on County Road 484. Russell subsequently turned onto County Road 475A where he lost control of the vehicle and struck a tree.

Russell began running after exiting the vehicle and lost his shoes.

A Marion County Sheriff’s Office K-9 joined in the hunt for Russell. After he was captured, he was taken back to the crash scene where he was positively identified by the FHP trooper who had initiated the chase.

Law enforcement confirmed that the Dodge Durango had been stolen in Montgomery County, Ohio. It had a license plate that had been assigned to a 1997 Toyota Avalon.

Russell was arrested on multiple charges including grand theft auto. He was already on probation. He was booked without bond at the Sumter County Detention Center.

Russell spent the next 14 months in county jail before being transferred to custody in Ohio to take care of some other matters. Two months later he was transferred to Florida DOC control.

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