#maude rang

[matthesoundless]

long overdue OC dump again lel

[saberlight1]

promises & melodies — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, established relationship, buzzcut!snow, slight possessive snow, kind of toxic snow, fluff, Y/N usage, standard hunger games warnings.

authors note: hiii. so i can’t even really explain myself if i’m being honest.. tom blyth is too fine i’m sorry finnick 😔. part 2 is linked here, part 3 here. but i hope you all enjoy, much love!

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A bright smile adorned your face as you ran through the flower field with your cousins, Lucy Gray & Maude Ivory.

You and the Covey were showing your boyfriend, Coryo, the secret spots of paradise you had found during your time in District 12. Since the Seam wasn’t the most peaceful place, you and your family opted to find your own sanctuary.

You always had, specially when you were kids, before you got rounded up by the peacekeepers. You all moved where the wind took you, never staying in one spot for long.

You missed it.

But, this was okay, you thought to yourself. You still had some of the people you cherished most, some you had lost along the way.

You were grateful regardless, enjoying the time you spent with your loved ones.

Lucy Gray’s laugh rang in your ears as Maude began to sing another one of her tunes she had came up with.

Out of breath, the three of you slowed down, walking at a normal place.

“Lord, that kid. She’ll be singing until she goes to the grave.” You joked, your thick accent smiling with your features.

Lucy laughed with you, locking your elbow with hers. “Sounds like a good way to go if you ask me.”

You nodded.

Lucy Gray sent a smile your way before breaking off to catch up to Maude Ivory, who was bent down ahead of you, looking at some swamp potato, or Katniss, as Lucy liked to call it.

You shook your head with a smile as you heard Lucy tell her for the 10th time that it was too early for it to be ripe. Sighing softly, you enjoyed the flowers surrounding you, the sunshine on your skin, and the wind in your hair.

That was until you felt the grip of your lover on your hips, your heart immediately soaring in your chest.

He walked with you, his hands still on you as he came to walk beside you now.

“It’s beautiful out here,” You murmured.

He looked to you with a smile, the hand that was around your waist now going to grip your hand. “Where did you say we were going again?”

“To the lake.” You smiled. “Maude Ivory found it a couple months ago when we were explorin’.”

He hummed in delight. “Haven’t swam in ages.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll love it,” You linked your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder with a smile. “It’s almost as gorgeous as you, darlin’.” You teased.

He shook his head, breaking eye contact with you. “I doubt that.”

“You’ll see, Snow.”

After more walking and chasing after Maude, you and the Covey finally arrived.

Maude immediately took off, running into the water, the others following suit.

You turned to Coryo with a grin as you slipped off your sundress, leaving you in your cyan swimsuit. With a wink, you turned on your heel and ran for the water, diving in.

When you resurfaced, you were met with a splash of water and saw white hair emerging from the water.

You felt his hands creep up your back before you saw him, a smile gracing your face. He gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your head.

You sat in his embrace for a while, simply enjoying your time with the boy.

“Thank you for this,” He whispered into your hair. “I mean it.”

You turned around in his arms. “What do you mean?”

“For taking me out here, showing me your space. And taking me away from that god awful district.” He joked with a smile.

You laughed. “You’re right. It’s wretched. If it wasn’t for the Covey, I would’ve made a run for it a while ago.”

He stopped for a moment at your words, his eyebrows furrowing. “You would?”

You nodded. “Yes. I hate it here. The peacekeepers rounded us up a year or two ago. Killed my and Lucy Gray’s mama in the process. A lot more too.” You sighed, looking down at the water. “Before, it was so nice. We had our own family. Since we been here… It’s been a struggle, I’ll tell you that much.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ll make sure that’ll never happen again.”

“You can’t promise that, Coryo. And that’s okay.” You sadly smiled, taking his hand and kissing it before swimming to your family.

The white-haired boy stood still in the water, watching you swim away as he processed your words.

He’d prove you wrong.

He was sure of it.

After all, Snow lands on top, and he was surely taking you with him. No matter what.

[gogandmagog]

Ingleside rang with laughter from dawn to sunset. Even when the older children were in school Shirley and Rilla were big enough now to keep up the tradition of laughter. Even Gilbert laughed more than usual this fall. "I like a dad who can laugh," Jem reflected. Dr. Bronson of Mowbray Narrows never laughed. He was said to have built up his practice entirely on his owlish look of wisdom; but Dad had a better practice still and people were pretty far gone when they couldn't laugh over one of his jokes.

Anne of Ingleside by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Pictured: Montgomery Inn, homestead of Senator Donald Montgomery [Maud’s grandfather] and the inspiration for Anne and Gilbert’s home, Ingleside.

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— 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒:

"i like the way your hand fits in mine."

"i shouldn't be this happy."

"don't look at me like that and then feign innocence."

"will you stay the night?"

"i'm barely holding on."

"i got everything i wanted. my everything was you."

"i don't know what i would do if something happened to you."

"who needs to look at stars when i can look at you?"

"did you eat today?"

"who hurt you?"

"i hate you."

"i've been waiting to kiss you since i first laid eyes on you."

"go to the car. i'll be with you in five minutes."

"shh...stop fighting and sleep."

"don't do this here."

"stay behind me."

"goodnight, love."

"stay away from me."

"are you sugar personified or something?"

"would you mind if i kissed you?"

"you made/did this for me?"

"i'm a monster." "no, you aren't."

"you're beautiful. you know that, right?"

"c'mere you��"

"you can count on me."

"you're hurt."

"stop pretending you're okay."

"don't touch them."

"i love you."

"i think i deserve a kiss."

"can you please come get me?"

"you can trust me."

"not until you beg for it."

"you did so well."

"do you need to use your safeword?"

"spread your legs for me."

"your thighs are shaking."

"quiet. others will here."

"strip."

"open your mouth."

"take it off. slowly."

"you look so pretty there."

"bend over."

"you're mine."

"arch your back for me."

"wrap your legs around my waist."

"i need you."

— 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒:

dancing in the rain

showering/bathing together

feeding each other

baking together

whispering sweet nothings

calling them in the middle of the night

sitting on their lap

breaking down in the middle of an embrace

bumping noses while going in for a kiss

teasing the ends of their clothes

swinging arms while walking hand-in-hand

looking lovingly into their eyes

having a nightmare

stressed out over work

panic attacks

tucking a strand of hair behind the ear

lifting your chin

resting foreheads together

grabbing your waist

hand on the small of your back

forced proximity

nicknames

jealousy

sex toys

breeding kink

first time

mirror sex

aftercare

consummation

car sex

orgasm denial

wet dream

body worship

hickies

thigh fucking

semi-public sex

fingering

wall sex

making out

subspace

shower sex

breath play

lingerie

cunnilingus

[scrapironflotilla]

"During the course of a combat it is well known that the accuracy of fire falls off to an almost incredible degree, and the mean expenditure of bullets per man placed out of action previous to the introduction of long-range weapons never fell materially below 200." Continental vs South African Tactics - Col Frederick Maude, Royal United Services Institute Journal, 1902.

Something you don't see a lot of is the research that the British army did before the 20th century about the wars they fought. This is mostly because they didn't have an organised staff to actually do this research, but interested individuals certainly did.

Maude doesn't cite his sources, but he draws reference to the Napoleonic and US Civil wars as being before the advent of "long-range weapons". Gives you a sense of how inaccurate smoothbore muskets and even mid-century rifles were given the close ranges at which they're firing.

What's also interesting is how much that number grows by the middle of the 20th century. In WW2 it's taking upwards of 5,000 bullets to cause a single casualty, and by some accounts 50,000+ during the Vietnam War.

[koshkamartell]

No One But Me

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chapter warnings: Joel has a panic attack, degrading language, descriptions of injuries, possessiveJoel!, unhinged!Joel.

You stared at the drain, watching the swirls of water and soap suds circle around its rim before disappearing down into darkness. You stood under the shower head and let the warm water cascade over your back. It was soothing, comforting. Until the water hit the throbbing and raw skin of your ass and your wrists.

You bit your lip and grimaced in pain. You had to endure it if you wanted to be clean, to wash away the physical evidence of the shame and degradation of what Joel forced upon you. Using a washcloth you gingerly wiped away the cum that had dried on your backside. You had not been brave enough to assess the damage in the mirror just yet, but when you grazed your fingertips over the area you had an idea of just how bad it was.

Your body felt so weak, so tired. When you were finished washing away Joel's cum you moved the washcloth down to your vulva. You whimpered as you carefully cleaned yourself, the minute tears at the entrance of your vagina stinging. Your walls ached.

When you were done you leaned your forehead against the tiled wall with your eyes closed. You were sure you could fall asleep standing where you were - and you probably would - if not for the shower gradually turning more and more cold. You turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower to dry yourself with a towel, mindful of the angry raised welts on the cheeks of your ass.

Instead of dressing into a new set of pyjamas, you slipped naked into your bed and under the blanket. You positioned yourself on your side so that nothing was touching your back, scared to aggravate your injuries. You pulled your pillow into your stomach and curled up like a ball around it and cried. Eventually you succumbed to the fatigue and fell into a heavy sleep.

••••••

The following morning you somehow managed to wake up on time, get dressed, eat an apple for breakfast, and then arrive for your teaching lesson five minutes early. You appeared fresh faced and energetic, but inwardly you felt as though you were close to dissociating, teetering between numbness and hysteria.

In the classroom you avoided sitting down. You stood for the whole lesson as you taught the children about the lifecycles of insects, utilising the chalkboard and the book Maude had found you at the library. And even though the cuffs of your blouse were rubbing against your hidden wrists and irritating the skin there, you tried hard to focus on the lesson and be present, to adopt the calm, nurturing persona that the children knew you by. It wouldn't be fair to them if you cracked now, if you showed them a chink in the amour, not when they trusted you and loved you as their caretaker and teacher. This job gave you a purpose and sense of stability and you were adamant not to let Joel ruin that for you now.

When it was time for lunch and the school bell rang in the corridor, the children all scrambled out of the classroom to go eat their lunches and play outside. As soon as you were alone in the room you let out a heavy sigh of relief, grateful for the opportunity to unmask.

You tried to sit down in the chair at your desk, gingerly positioning yourself on the edge, half off the seat. You hissed at the dull pain thrumming in the meat of your ass and gripped onto the desk for support. Fuck, you wouldn't be surprised if you were bleeding right now.

You hesitantly leaned forward to rest your elbows on the desk, then cradled your head in your hands. You sighed again and let the muscles in your body sag a little.

You were unable to fully relax as your mind began to project flashbacks of last night; images of Joel's face, the sensations of his body, the sounds of the whip cracking your flash, of his hips smacking against yours, all burned into your memory.

The depth of pain you felt, both physically and emotionally, was unprecedented in your relationship with Joel. Yes, he had always been rough, at times uncaring of your comfort, but the hurt he had inflicted upon you last night was the first time he had ever genuinely frightened you.

You were well aware that he could be ruthless, that he was capable of great cruelty - you'd heard the rumours of his past as an infamous raider. And although Joel never talked about his past you quickly surmised that he had committed some acts of unspeakable violence.

You had heard the snippets of gossip about his barbaric pragmatism as a patrolman, too. The ways he would execute raiders and kill infected without a sliver of hesitation, the sniper like precision of his marksmanship, his ability to kill someone with his bare hands.

His violent reputation was justified and had earned him the respect (and even a bit of fear) of every person in Jackson, including yours. Perhaps the foreboding mystique surrounding Joel added to the allure you felt for him. Maybe you were even drawn to the sense of danger he exuded.

But despite this attraction, you couldn't ever have imagined him directing an ounce of rage or hostility towards you. You had never witnessed the extent of his dark side first hand. Not until you were confronted with his icy glare in your bedroom and the subsequent punishment of his belt. The depraved rage you saw in his eyes last night was now seared into your very core. Your splintered heart was wounded and fearful.

Joel had never been overtly considerate or encouraging of your emotions. He never really asked you what you were feeling or what you wanted (unless he was fucking you in that moment). Early on in the relationship, or whatever it was that you and Joel shared, you had accepted that he was not as expressive or emotionally open as you wished. But you understood it was just who he was, either through natural temperament or from the years of struggle and survival in this world, or both.

There were times when Joel had been tender and affectionate, though, especially in the beginning. Sacred moments that you both dare not openly acknowledge. Like in the middle of the night when you were both snuggled under the sheets and he would pull you close to his chest, wrap you in his strong arms, and kiss the top of your head. The blissful pockets of physical affection were enough to placate you for a while, until your heart could no longer repress it's hunger for more. The yearning for unconditional love, a family of your own, someone to share your life with.

You didn't know if he ever loved you or truly cared about you. But if he had not, why was he so possessive?

You had discovered the jealous streak of his personality quite quickly. The subtle displays of displeasure - the flare of his nostrils, the hard set of his jaw, the flash of anger in his eyes, whenever a man even looked your way. You used to find it sort of endearing. It made you feel wanted.

In a public setting no one would guess that Joel would be stealthily watching you and taking note of who you were interacting with and your body language. No one seemed to realise that Joel was an expert at appearing nonchalant while observing and absorbing every thing in his surrounding environment, constantly vigilant. Protecting what was his.

If he saw a man, regardless of age, had struck up conversation with you at the Tipsy Bison or the cafeteria, Joel would be sure to chastise you later on. It didn't matter that you weren't interested in anyone but him. It didn't matter that you only politely responded in a way that indicated you weren't interested. That wasn't enough for Joel.

As you became more attached to Joel and more expressive with your affection, it seemed Joel became more aggressive with your body. What started as light dirty talk during sex progressed into an exercise of control and sacrifice, with Joel fucking you mercilessly and covering your body with hickies and bruises with an almost obsessive need to stake his claim.

He hated anyone being too close to you. He would have preferred you to be completely isolated from everyone else, focused only on tending to he and Ellie. He dislikes your dedication to your duties and your preoccupation with your friends, who he disapproved of. Joel criticised them for being too loud or opinionated, accusing them of being too promiscuous. You knew he genuinely considered a couple of them to be bad influences just because they talked about sex and dating.

But how could Joel be so jealous when he didn't want to make your relationship official? Was it just sex to him? Why did he want to control you so much yet refuse to publicly assert his ownership? His greed only reinforced the validity of that tiny niggling belief that had been buried inside your heart since the day you lost your family. The notion that you would always be alone. That you did not deserve to be happy. That you were worthless.

And what was worse....you still loved Joel. Despite the agony he had inflicted, you still fucking wanted him.

Maybe you were just fucking broken. Irretrievably broken.

The flurry of thoughts and questions circulating in your mind was making you feel dizzy. You groaned and dug your palms into your eye sockets. You willed yourself not to start crying again.

Fuck fuck fuck I feel like I'm going crazy.

Then a knock at the wooden classroom door suddenly shattered your thoughts. Your head snapped up, startled to find Oscar standing at the door. He was wearing jeans and a slightly tattered dark blue sweater, a hand clutching the strap of a satchel slung over one shoulder. His eyes peered at you behind his round spectacles with a curious concern, his thick eyebrows knitted together.

"Hey," he cooed. "Mind if I come in?"

"Hi," you nodded and cleared your throat. "Yes, ofcourse."

You winced slightly at the croakiness of your voice and hoped Oscar didn't notice how fragile you sounded. You looked away and smoothed your hands over your blouse before sitting up straighter in an attempt to appear more composed. Oscar approached your desk with cautious slow steps, one leg limping slightly, the soles of his boots thudding across the floor.

You braced your hands on the desk and rose up from your chair, your lips pursed with anticipation of the painful sting of your flesh. You saw him open his mouth but you spoke before he could.

"Why are you here? How can I help you?"

"Well," Oscar came to stand at the desk but stayed a few steps away from you, a clear attempt to respect your space. He swung his satchel off of his shoulder and plonked it ontop of your desk. "I found something for you, actually."

You looked at him with an eyebrow raised quizzically. He looked back and grinned, his brown eyes shining with warmth. Your eyes flickered down to the bag as Oscar flipped open the satchel and reached in. From it's confines he retrieved a hard cover book. You instantly recognised the tiny pictures of different insects decorating the spine of the book, and your mouth fell open in surprise.

"Oscar, is that--"

"Kids Bug Science Volume III," Oscar announced proudly with a chuckle, holding up the book with both hands for you to see the cover. It was the next installment of the insect series you had been using to teach with, a resource you hadn't thought you'd ever be lucky enough to find.

"Oh my gosh, no way!" You laughed, a hand shooting up to cover the large smile you were unable to hold back. Your eyes looked from the book to Oscar in wonderment. "Where did you find it?"

"Well, I was rummaging around the storeroom crawl space, trying to fix a wire, and I found a bunch of books up there." Oscar held the book out for you to take. "This was one of 'em."

You accepted the book and held it in your hands, your thumbs tracing over the cover. "I can't believe it,' you whispered.

"I'm sorry I couldn't wait until your next shift at the library," Oscar said, sounding slightly sheepish. "Got excited when I saw it and wanted to give it to you straight away."

You looked up from the book and met his gaze. There was a gentle expression in his beautiful brown eyes now, a mix of shy affection and sadness.

"Thank you," you said softly as you clutched the book to your chest. "Really. I appreciate this so much."

Oscar nodded once and looked down before adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"You're welcome." He collected his satchel and hitched it back over his shoulder. "I know it means alot to you. And for the kids."

You put the book down on your desk and chewed your bottom lip, unsure what to say next. You were worried that he could somehow detect what had happened with Joel, like there was some visible sign on your face that announced how much of a slut you were, how Joel made you cum so hard after abusing you, how disgusting you were to still have feelings for a man who degraded you. Your cheeks blushed involuntarily.

Suddenly the thought of Joel somehow seeing you right now, alone with Oscar in your classroom, pierced through your mind and filled your stomach with dread. You tried to swallow but your throat felt so dry. Oscar noticed the change in your expression and leaned in closer towards you immediately.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, his tone soft but serious.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied in a small voice, avoiding his gaze. "I'm just a bit tired."

"You can tell me anything, like if something's bothering you," he said quietly. "Only if you want to, ofcourse. I'm here, if you would like to talk."

Oscar placed a tentative hand on your shoulder. The unexpected contact made you stiffen a little and your face turned up to look at him. He was looking down at you, his hooded brown eyes studying your face, both his orbs shifting between yours, as if searching for something. The tender concern in his expression made you feel like lunging into his arms to feel him hold you and comfort you.

"Okay," you whispered. "Thank you, Oscar."

You remained staring at one another with Oscar's warm hand on your shoulder, the silence between you feeling increasingly intimate as each second passed. You were sure Oscar felt it too; it was evident in the way his eyes bored into yours, how his mouth opened slightly and his tongue darted over his bottom lip.

Without warning a loud knock at the classroom door came crashing through the private bubble surrounding you and Oscar, making you both step back from one another with instinctive haste. It was one of your students, a little boy, who suddenly began to ramble loudly about one of the soccer balls deflating again.

"Whoa, slow down little man. I'll be there in a minute with the pump," you replied.

He nodded enthusiastically and then ran back outside to the yard. You and Oscar glanced back at each other and breathed a small laugh together, the tension relieved between you.

"I better go," he ran a hand through his curly black hair. "Sorry for interrupting your day."

"Why are you saying sorry?" You turned your body to face him and smiled. "Thank you. For thinking of me and coming by and to give me the book. It'll be so useful in my next few lessons."

Oscar returned your smile. "Anytime. Well then...I guess I'll see you at the library sometime?"

His thick eyebrows raised and there was a slight inquisitive lilt to his voice, as if he was wanting confirmation that he would actually see you again.

"Yeah, ofcourse. My next shift is in two days," you replied, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

He turned on his heel and you watched him walk back to the door, his limp slightly more prominent now because he stood taller, his posture more straight, prouder. When he disappeared through the threshold you looked down at the book and traced the cover with your fingertips. Although you had only spent a short time with Oscar, you had never known a man to be so considerate, so caring.

"Great," Oscar said, his eyes roaming over your face and hair for a brief moment, his own features unreadable to you. "I'll see ya then."

It was new. And it felt good.

It was only when he was gone that you realised you could still smell the faint cinnamon scent around you, the smell that you would eventually come to associate with Oscar.

After finishing at the school that afternoon you walked across the townships to visit Maude at her cottage. You sunk into the cushion of an armchair in her loungeroom while her housemate, another elderly lady, served you cups of tea. You spent an hour listening to them detail Maude's sickness and the type of medicine the doctor prescribed her, how her housemate tended to her day and night, and how caring Tommy and Maria had been. It was close to dinner time when you said goodbye and left to go home.

You tucked the science book into the crook of your arm as you strolled through the back streets toward your cottage, consciously avoiding the busier sections of the streets in order to reach home quicker.

You weren't in the mood to eat dinner in the mess hall this evening. You did not feel energetic enough to socialise with anyone or to continue masking the force of emotions plaguing your insides. You had no appetite, anyway. The girls would probably wonder where you were but that didn't matter. They knew you were more introverted, more content with retreating into your own world than socialising unnecessarily, especially at meal times.

You could visualise yourself curled up in bed under the comforting weight of your blanket with a favourite book in your hand. It was exactly what you needed.

When you arrived at your home you were surprised to see Ellie sitting on your porch, her legs crossed. She was tossing a pocketknife into the air and catching it in one hand with practiced ease. You always secretly enjoyed seeing her relaxed like this, so carefree and youthful. When her face was pulled into her large, charming smile and her eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Hey," you greeted her, trying your best to sound upbeat as you trudged up to the porch. "What're you doing on my property, kiddo?"

Her heart flooded with great affection for Ellie when you were reminded of just how soft she was inside. She could always make you laugh with some silly joke or her vulgar humour. You were always pleased to see her, except today was different. She reminded you too much of Joel.

"Hey!" Ellie grinned at you. She scrambled to stand up and jammed the knife back in her jeans pocket. "Wanted to know if you wanna get dinner together. I needa pick your brain about some comic ideas I got going on."

You pinched your eyes shut and sighed.

"Oh El," you murmured quietly. "I'm not really up for hanging out tonight, I'm sorry."

You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat immediately after the words left your mouth. You should've known this was coming. The inevitable first time you would disappoint Ellie because you couldn't face being reminded of Joel.

"Oh," Ellie mumbled. "You okay? You look kinda pale."

You looked at her and mustered a weak smile.

"Yeah, I'm just super tired. Busy day at school."

Ellie puffed her cheeks and exhaled a breath of air then looked down. Her disappointment was evident.

Seeing Ellie look so dejected made you feel even worse. You knew she had struggled for so long - struggled to fit into the community, to adjust to life outside the QZ, to grow into a young woman without the guidance of a mother. You understood that she craved connection and acceptance more than she would ever willingly admit. Ellie had come to trust you and respect you enough to let her vulnerability occasionally peek through. You couldn't let her down like this, not when she wanted to share something or part of herself with you.

"'Kay," she kicked at some sawdust on your porch. "Maybe next time, I guess."

You sighed and reached out to grab her hand. Her eyes shifted up to meet yours.

"El," you squeezed her small hand gently. "I'd love to. Just let me put this book inside first."

Ellie's face instantly lit up.

"Cool." She glanced at the science book you were holding and scrunched her nose. "The fuck is bug science?"

******

As you walked side by side through the mess hall doors, you were attentively listening to Ellie describe the new character she had created for the comic book she was working on. It was only after collecting a meal tray from the serving counter that you noticed the group of rangers already seated across the hall.

Their loud conversation, which was occasionally punctuated with booming laughter, compelled you and Ellie to turn and look in their direction.

"Geez, who the fuck is being so loud?" She muttered in annoyance.

You spotted the five men sitting at a round table near the back of the hall, their broad shoulders and thick arms occupying the space with You recognised them as being the senior patrolmen of Jackson, including Troy, Tommy and Joel.

Joel.

When your eyes found Joel you saw he was already watching you and Ellie, chewing the inside of his cheek, the expression in his eyes unreadable. He was the only one of them not talking or joking as he absentmindedly poked at his food with a fork.

"Ugh, nevermind, it's just Joel and his girlfriends." Ellie said with a roll of her eyes. She jerked her head towards a free table nearby. "Come on, let's sit."

Your pulse began to race and your cheeks flushed. You gripped your fingers around the dinner tray tightly and quickly lowered your gaze in submissive humility, the depressing mixture of shame and fear once again engulfing you whole. You wanted so badly to run away and hide. But you knew you couldn't. You felt frozen, like a deer in the headlights. You shouldn't have given into Ellie so easily, you should've just run inside the house and--

When you didn't move, Ellie bumped your hip with hers playfully. "Hey, hurry up, before someone steals our table."

You suppressed the panic induced bile rising in your throat and followed Ellie to a table, the cutlery on your tray clanking from the jittery shaking of your hands.

••••••

Goddamn, you look pretty today.

Joel watched you take a seat at one of the tables with careful deliberation. You were positioned sideways from his line of vision, your face obscured by a section of hair that had fallen loose from the purple ribbon you had tied around it. He could see how your body tensed up, your back stiff, as if bracing for pain.

A sense of pride then bloomed in his chest and he wished he could see your face clearly. The memory of you positioned on your knees below him, your wrists bound, your whipped ass jiggling as he assaulted you, flashed through his mind. It made Joel's cock twitch in his jeans.

Well, you must be in pain, after what he did to you last night.

Fuck, he wanted to have you again, right now.

Troy leaned forward into the table and clicked his fingers quickly to get the attention of the other men. Joel and the others looked at Troy.

"Hey," he hissed, "see that pretty little mouse with Joel's daughter, over there?"

Troy nodded his head toward where you sat with Ellie. The other rangers, including Joel, shifted their gaze over to you. You toyed with your fork, your head nodding at something Ellie was saying. You were totally oblivious to their stares.

"Estrada was eatin' with her the other day." Troy murmured slyly. "Ya think he might be screwin' her?"

Always so innocent.

The lewd question caught Joel off guard, making his breath catch in his throat. Hearing someone talk about you in such a crude way provoked a boiling rage to course through his veins. He clenched his jaw and flexed his fist under the table discreetly. He was ready to punch Troy in his stupid fucking face.

A few of them sniggered before they all turned their attention back to their trays of food.

"Estrada?" One of the patrolmen, Harry, scoffed. "I thought he was gay."

"He ain't gay," Tommy interjected, rolling his eyes. "Fuck sake, man."

"Since when does Estrada get pussy like that?" Harry grumbled.

Joel listened closely to what was being said while stabbing his food with his fork, feigning disinterest. The muscle in his jaw ticked. Tommy glanced at him.

"Since he stopped workin' patrol, I guess. He must have more time to waste chasin' tail now," another of them guffawed.

"Hey now, enough of that talk," Tommy ordered firmly. "They just work together, is all. So give it a rest."

Troy held up his hands in front of him in a pose of surrender. "Alright, alright, el capitan, just shootin' the shit is all."

Joel couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his fork down onto the tray with a clang, then pushed his chair away from the table and stood up unceremoniously.

"Hey, where you--" Tommy began.

He stalked out of the mess hall without another word, shoving the door open and stepping out into the starry night. Joel shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and trudged down the street away from the mess hall. His senses felt heightened, as if he were close to imploding, as the fury seethed throughout his body.

"Finished," Joel grunted.

He fucking hated anyone talking about you like they did. Like you were some piece of meat. Like you could ever belong to anyone but him. It pissed Joel off so much that he had to leave; he couldn't trust himself not to beat the shit out of Troy or Harry or any of the others. Tommy would kill him. Joel stormed on towards his house with his chest heaving from impotent rage.

Fuck what anyone else thought. You were his. He knew it, and you knew it. He had made sure of that. That's all that mattered.

And he was giving you time to come back to him on your own accord, to get over this little phase of insolence. You would learn your lesson and realise where your rightful place was. You would come crawling back to him - willingly.

Wouldn't you?

You couldn't just leave. No fucking way.

Yes. Ofcourse. You needed him. Just as you needed Ellie and she needed you.

He was almost home when Joel became aware that his heart was pounding and his breathing was becoming more rapid. His throat felt dry and his chest felt constricted. He managed to make it to his house in time to lurch against his front door and let his weight stabilise against it. His eyes screwed shut and he pressed his forehead against the wood. He inhaled a deep breath, then exhaled, then repeated the step, all the while waiting for the panic to dissipate. He was grateful for the dark of the night, the privacy it allowed.

After a few minutes Joel was able to regulate his breathing and calm down. The tightness in his chest loosened. He calmly unlocked the door and ambled inside the living room. He had already decided he was getting drunk tonight. And he would be paying you another visit.

taglist - @sofiparallel @harriedandharassed

[totallycorrectmlp]

I'm happy as a clam. You know, that animal that's known for its wide-range of displayed emotion.

Maud Pie

[vandermorganable]

A House That Isn’t A Home

Description: A look into Axl’s home life

Prompt: Broken (day 3)

Part 2 of “You’re My Red Rose”

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️: PHYSICAL ABUSE, SUICIDAL IDEATION

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Andrew unlocked the door with the extra key his father, John, had made for him. They entered to see Mia, his little half-sister, sitting on the couch, hugging her pink teddy bear. John was seated at the table with his head resting in the palm of his hand. Empty beer bottles and cans surrounded him. His mother, Maude, was at work, not getting off until 10 o’clock that night, which meant John was drinking to pass the time. He turned his head to look at the two boys standing at the door. Andrew pushed Axl towards. Axl stepped back. He was now less than an inch away from Andrew

“What he done did, Drew?” John asked in his strong country accent.

Axl could hear Andrew chuckle. “Kissing boys, Pops.”

You could hear a pin drop in the room with how silent it was in there.The first person to move after a period where they all stood still was John. He started to undo his belt. Axl knew what that meant. As if a trigger was pulled, Mia covered her ears and looked at the wall behind her. John charged at him. He tried to run, but Andrew held him down. John swatted the belt at him, striking the outer part of his leg. It stung.

Axl kicked and kicked and kicked in an attempt to break from Andrew’s hold. He failed. Andrew had a tight grip on him. John struck him again on the arm, leaving behind a red mark.

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’m sorry!” Axl pleaded, tasting the salt of his tears.

“You better be sorry,” John grumbled.

He finally stopped swinging. Andrew let him go. Axl immediately ran to his and Mia’s room, falling onto his bed. He buried his face into his pillow, letting the tears run wild. The sting from the seats lingered on his skin. Loud footsteps could be heard approaching him. He quickly jumped up, afraid his father had returned to continue. However, he was met with Mia’s terrified eyes. He apologized for scaring her. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around. He pulled her into his lap, resting his head on top of hers as they snuggled. She looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, Mia.” Axl soothed, brushing back her brown hair.

She sniffed. “I thought-I thought-I thought he was going to kill you, Billy.”

She cried harder, hugging herself tightly against his chest. Axl didn’t know what to say. He thought he was going to kill him, too.

“It’s going to be okay, Mia” was all he could come up with.

Axl wasn’t going to make that a promise. John was getting more violent by the day. He was sure that one day he was going to snap and…do despicable things. John and Andrew went to the gun range almost every weekend. They had a passion for weapons of different kinds. That was the one thing they bonded over as father and son. Axl knew John wasn’t afraid to use it. He could recall the day he came home from school to witness John threatening his mother with a pistol against her head. His finger inches from pulling the trigger. Axl sat there and watched as John threatened to shoot her if he dared to call the police.

From that day forward, he tried to stay on John’s good side, if there was even one, to keep Mia safe. The pressures of school and being basically the only caregiver of his little sister was becoming too much for him. Some days he wanted to end it. To take John's gun and put a bullet into his own head, but he knew if he did, there would be nobody to give Mia the care she deserved. He would rather live with this feeling than see her get hurt whilst his soul is free.

[mote-historie]

Queen Maud of Norway, Jay's evening dress, machine-woven silk fabric, silk tulle and metal lace, hand-embroidered with metal and plastic sequins, plastic straws, artificial diamonds and pearls, machine- and hand-stitched, early 1920s.

Queen Maud of Norway was renowned for her stylish dress. Daughter of Edward VII and Queen Alexandra, she was born a princess and became Queen of Norway in 1905. She had exemplary taste and a strong interest in fashion, and her royal lifestyle required appropriate dress for every occasion. Her wardrobe includes a range of stunning creations dating from her wedding trousseau of 1896 to the latest House of Worth designs purchased just months before her death in 1938.

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[jgroffdaily]

Hi there! I’m curious to know have there been a lot of celebrity sightings at the Merrily shows? Thank you for all you do with this wonderful account.

There have been a lot of celebrity sightings at the show, and also off-Broadway, but only a few photos of celebrities have been posted on the official Merrily social media accounts (Lin-Manuel Miranda, Sutton Foster). Unlike other productions, Merrily continues to sell out every show, meaning that they don’t need constant PR so they rarely promote who is at the show.

Recent guests have included Melissa McCarthy (who went backstage and met the cast), Al Yankovic, Idina Menzel, Kristen Bell, Neil Patrick Harris, Jessie Ware, Jon Bass, Lucy Hale, and many Broadway actors and friends. A New York Post sightings column referenced (probably via the PR team) a range of actors who had been to the show early in the run (Maya Rudolph, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Paul Rudd and Hugh Jackman): https://jgroffdaily.tumblr.com/post/731387571451658240/also-this-one

During the Buzzfeed puppies interview, Jonathan mentioned that Mandy Patinkin and Bernadette Peters, amongst others, saw the show off-Broadway.

Zachary Quinto was at the opening and came back a few weeks later with Sarah Paulson and Jessica Lange. Others at the opening included Anna Wintour, Cynthia Erivo, Lena Waithe, Raul Castillo (with Alexis Forte) and Gideon Glick.

Toby Onwumere saw the show with some friends, including Jonathan’s former partner, Tima Botwin.

There was a weekly summary posted on this account of celebrities seen at the show during the off-Broadway run.

Update: Whoopi Goldberg was at the show on 29 November and took photos with the cast. Rachel McAdams was also at the same matinee. Alan Menken and Hillary Clinton were at the 30 November show. David Fincher was at a recent show. Ariana Grande and Jonathan Bailey were at the 6 December evening show. Josh Gad and Andrew Rannells were at the 13 December matinee. Dave Bautista, Maude Apatow, Renee Rapp, Rachel Bloom, Jules Hough, Alan Mencken, Hillary Clinton. Brian J Smith, Harvey Guillen, Laura Linney, Karan Soni, Marcia Gay Harden. Paul Mescal, Michael Kors, Russell Tovey. Patti LuPone, Woody Harrelson, Betty Who. Glenn Close, Gayle Rankin.

[horrendous-bisexual-showdown]

Round 1 Matchups

As determined by the poll held, each matchup's poll will last a week and every matchup will be posted this Saturday (29th)!! Without further ado... let's meet our contestants!

Hinata (She/They) by @to-hell-with-good-intentions VS. Sorin Witherstone (He/Him) @bonetrix-arts

Faizan Ayaz (They/He/It) by @blackwickcounty VS. Dina Becher (It/Its) by @sanfielle

Princess Andromeda of Space (She/Her) by @shrimps-4-swords VS. Reshi (He/Him) by @bunsterkeaton

Lennan Hardy (He/Him) by @tomatoclown VS. Mick Venus (He/Him) by @biracy

Jasper (He/Him) by @wintry--mix VS. Smilla Møller (She/Her) by @angeat

Mortimer Sturgis (He/It) by @dyson-the-vacuum VS. Bugsy (Bug/Bugs) by @scentedtyrantwitch

Vicki Monrovia Jr. (She/Her) by @dragonquest-ix VS. Reba Winter (She/Her) by @aincretop

Wentz Way (He/Him) by @porcelain-animatronic VS. Diego Fernandez (He/They) by @cabooseisneat

Nadia Elmas (She/Her) by @calameowri VS. Capital M/The Evil (Any Pronouns) by @year2000electronics

Muffon (He/Him) by @oddbrother VS. Paris (They/He) by @requiemforgotten

Finn (Any Pronouns) by @modernchimera VS. Leon Anders (He/Him) by @homunculusrex

Sorelia Divisav (She/Her) by @dixy VS. Evelyn (They/She/He) by @the-ever-flowing-styx

Emery (She/Her) by @fandomnerd101 VS. Donut (He/They) by @catboyanthem

Tye Loe Madon (He/Him) by @victors-grave VS. Solveig (She/Her) by @spellinwaiting

Chester Wayne Mallory (He/Him) by @liliflower137 VS. Harley Marquez (He/Him) by @fishingwizardyaoi

Matthew Rodriguez (He/Him) by @felipe-kuso VS. Maud (They/She) by @laikacore

Adrian Valencia (He/Him) by @cocainecowgrrl VS. Chandra Maharaj (She/Her) by @dreamypyon

Nick Riverson (He/Him) by @strangeauthor VS. Ulyana (She/They) by @orfisheus

Mallory (He/Him) by @sparkledoodlesr VS. Rain (He/They) by @covepenguin

Everyone get your propoganda ready! Remember: POLLS START THIS SATURDAY!!!

Send in your propoganda here via asks, post submissions, or just tag me in it! Propoganda can be anything ranging from art, to music, to writing, so go ham!! I encourage you to send lots of propoganda for your characters, everyone. :3

[vintagetvstars]

Rue McClanahan Vs. Barbara Stanwyck

Propaganda

Rue McClanahan - (Golden Girls, Maude, Mama's Family) - Listen to me. I have never understood celebrity crushes until I first witnessed Rue McClanahan. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen - just look at her!! Gorgeous eyes, the cutest nose, a SPECTACULAR smile - she has this adorable, princess-like quality about her AND she's also a complete hottie AND she's aware of it: she HAS THE RANGE, people!! Her two most famous roles are polar opposites, in fact: she starred in the role of naive, gentle Vivian Cavender-Harmon in Maude (and I mean. Just look her up and tell me that's not an angel!), and then went on to gain even more well-deserved fame and success as the seductive, extroverted Blanche Devereaux in The Golden Girls (a role for which she won an Emmy in 1987 - her amazing, hilarious acceptance speech can be found here: . I should also point out that both of these are comedy characters and she is HILARIOUS as them both - the comedic timing, the delivery, the expressions, she was a comedy queen!!! As for her personal life, she was just a darling - and also very funny in person, not just in her acting roles! She was a staunch supporter of gay rights and a big advocate for same-sex marriage in the US, as well as a vegetarian and a big defender of animal rights. She suffered from illness in her later years which greatly impacted her health, but she was still very active up until her death in 2010, and she even released a wonderful autobiography in 2007 titled "My First Five Husbands... and the Ones Who Got Away". In her interviews she's always gentle, soft-spoken (her voice. dear god. sweet mother Aphrodite I cannot weave I am overcome with gay thoughts), and kind, but also sharp, witty, and just a delight to watch. I could go on forever talking about her honestly. I am actually in love with her and you should be too. She's just the best! Here, have some additional pics: (pics below the cut)

Barbara Stanwyck - (The Big Valley) - she was my favourite character in the entire show when I was little and I just think more people should see that she's one of those actresses who looks even prettier as they age

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Rue McClanahan:

The Hottie™️ of the Golden Girls, she was definitely a GILF. And her character's shenanigans were Emmy-winning but no less fun and her outfits were always on point and gorgeous, befitting her perfectly.

she!!!

as Vivian, with her fellow hottie Bea Arthur as Maude

as Blanche - look at those eyes!!!

come on, tell me you wouldn't do anything for that smile, I dare you

in her contract she specifically requested to be given all of Blanche's clothes and SHE WAS RIGHT

Okay so first of all. Rue has this way of moving around and looking at you that just-- I mean, I'm ace, but I *get* the allos. She's hot and she knows it (and she plays a character in The Golden Girls who's in her 50s, hot, and knows it as well. Which, talk about perfect casting??) But I'm mostly here to talk about the fact that she said this in her Emmy acceptance speech (paraphrased because I'm sharing the video with the right timestamp, and you should absolutely watch up until 3:40, because her delivery is UNMATCHED): "My mother said to me once [...] 'Oh, Eddi-Rue, for heaven's sake. Don't you know every kick's a boost?' There've been a lot of kicks, and there've been a lot of boosts. I'm not going to mention the people who gave me kicks... but you know who you are. And you'll be in the book." (Seriously though, do yourself a favour and watch that video. She's amazing!!) She said this, and proceeded to WRITE THE BOOK, titled "My first five husbands, and the ones who got away", which is *incredibly* funny, and such an earnest look into her life. She opens the acknowledgements with "This book is about my life and experiences as I lived them, and anyone who doesn't like it can jolly well lump it." And I mean... she's awesome. I could go on.

Rue McClanahan @ The Emmy Awards 1987

[sloshed-cinema]

Love Lies Bleeding (2024)

Are Jackie's bulging veins the new Henry Cavill Mission: Impossible Fallout charge-up fist bump? The world of bodybuilding gets an almost body-horror treatment in Rose Glass' sophomore feature, and hoo boy does she not suffer from a slump. As with Saint Maud, this considers the distorted perspective of the world as perceived by one character, in this case shaped by anabolic steroids as Jackie goes off the deep end. A frank, sapphic relationship between drifter Jackie and Lou, the manager of a small-town gym, warps and becomes more frightening as Jackie succumbs to 'roid rage. The world is hallucinatory, filled with black-eyed mocking monsters and animated posters, her guilt and desire flashing before her eyes on that Las Vegas bodybuilding stage as she collapses. Voices are distorted and the entire frame vibrates, skipping frames. She's on edge. But when glimpsed from the outside, Jackie's erratic and violent behavior is more frightening than euphoric. But she couldn't have picked a worse spot to drop into. Her lover Lou is estranged from her father, Jackie's employer at a gun range, though blood-red flashbacks gradually reveal Lou's earlier involvement in the older man's gun-running empire and other crimes. Blood isn't thicker than water, and loose ends of crimes are harder to tie up than anyone would care to think.

Despite the patina of grime over this dark, violent, and graphic crime odyssey, Glass has an acerbic wit to her screenplay. Meltdowns go a bit too far as Lou, Sr chomps on one of his beloved beetles in a fit of rage. Local tweaker Daisy almost has the one-up on Lou, having incriminating witness testimony, but is too dim and malleable to know what power she has, preferring pancakes and morning margaritas. Indulgent too is the goopiness of the film. Lou is introduced cleaning out a blocked toiled, the camera lingers lovingly on ruined faces, and people are spattered with thick, almost black, blood. Even milkshakes can be gross in the right context. This isn't shock gore in the sense of an Eli Roth film, but more in the camp of Quentin Tarantino's winking indulgence in the like of Once Upon a Time... in Hollywood. But it's still a bloody good time.

THE RULES

SIP

Jackie injects steroids.

The ravine is mentioned.

People get into or out of a car.

BIG DRINK

Bulging veins.

A flashback begins.

[magic-aggy]

new OC, her name is Rune-8. Part of some mlpfim AU stuff about ancient cosmic empires, cloning, and terraforming. She's about the same height as the CMC despite being an adult.

image text: Vat grown pilot a space-faring empire in the distant past. Her ship was destroyed over what would one day be known as Equestria, forcing her to land on the future site of Ponyville. Left to die as the empire fell. Survived untold millennia in the pod's cryogenic stasis. Discovered in a cave by Maud.

Struggling to adapt to the society she finds herself in.

more info, some sketches, and more thoughts under the read more.

please ignore the spelling errors i was high and very sleep deprived when i made this and i do not have the wherewithal to go back and fix them.

basically they're a grown to order clone that was widely used in her society for dangerous or menial work. the template she was grown from is the 'Rune' model pilot. a budget option with the bare minimum implants, optimised for living in low or zero gravity for extended periods. She was loaded with some basic ship maintenance and engineering databases after she was grown, cheap ones, so that the company responsible for the ship she was on could cut costs by not paying for any dedicated engineers. she was the 8th of a crew of 12, and the only survivor when her ship was destroyed in orbit over Equestria.

Their escape pod landed long ago enough that it was submerged in many layers of sediment, lost like a fossil in the cave system below Ponyville.

She clings to Maud, as the first friendly face she met in this strange new world.

Her eyes are cybernetic implants, but she was grown without eyes, and had these implanted before she ever became conscious. They contain hardware that let her wirelessly interface with their ship's computers, and provide her with access to a simple HUD, her personal database, and when in range with a wireless network she can connect and access whatever is stored there.

She is inspired by a Hyracotherium, the prehistoric ancestor of the modern horse, as well as the protagonist from the Murderbot Diaries.

Her body is best suited to low or zero gravity, designed for only temporary stints on planetary gravity. Thus she finds it very difficult and physically taxing to live on the surface of a planet. She is undergoing physical therapy at Ponyville Hospital to try and build up her muscle mass so that she can achieve a better quality of life in the world she is forever stranded in.

Will eventually go on to find a calling designing new and innovative airships, revolutionising public transport in Equestria and it's neighbours.

Vat grown creatures like her are typically genderless, but after some time in Equestria she found herself strangely drawn to mares and femininity. They don't feel the need to label themself particularly, especially in a society that tries as hard as it can to welcome to all identities, but she's something like a trans mare. Prefers she, but is also comfortable with they.

gay little prehistoric horse idk.

[soggyrainpuddles]

My Personal Favorite BSD Abilities

Got into an argument so I'm backing up here

!SPOILERS AHEAD!

here we go:

8. Another - Yukito Ayatsuji

"Once the criminal behind a murder is identified, the killer will face certain death in an 'accident'

Adding to that, this dude can be ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD and kill someone (a criminal).

Literally no matter how strong they are

(He can't control it, it's literally an accident)

7. Draconia - Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

"A multi-formed ability. Is able to create a mysterious mist capable of separating abilities from their users. If the ability kills its user then it will be added to Draconia's Room."

This was pretty damn cool when I saw this

But dangerous!!!!!!

Basically once separated, the ability and it's user fight each other

If the ability wins, then it turns into a crystal and gets but in the room

And if the user wins, they can reclaim their ability

+ user cannot use their ability when fighting it

Also when Shibusawa died, he had to get killed MULTIPLE TIMES because he was manifested in sans memory when he got killed the first time due to his ability

Then he turned into a dragon hybrid

(Also it was Fyodor's fault kinda)

6. Undefeated By The Rain - Miyazawa Kenji

"Unleashes untold strength and stoutness but only when he is hungry."

Very specific, but I like it!

His schedule can literally be: Yeet a car, kick some gangsters' ass, then eat lunch

He could not eat for a few hours and probably level a building (might be a little exagerrating)

HES SO CALM ABOUT IT TOO WTF????

When he does eat, he'll end up sleeping after (well deserved!)

5. Illuminations + Anne of Abyssal Red - Arthur Rimbaud and Lucy Maud Montgomery

Illuminations: "Allows him to create a hyperspace which he has full control over. Thanks to this he is able to create a nearly impenetrable defense that could not be broken by guns or explosives."

As we saw, he can pretty much do anything in the hyperspace

He basically put some life in a corpse in that space (not really)

And the only way you can get out is to nullify the ability

This ability has no limited range either, so he could cover large area with it

Anne of Abyssal Red: "Able to create an alternate dimension called Anne's Room. Anyone who loses a game of tag against the monstrous Anne, who dwells inside, is locked in the dimension forever."

Similar concept, not quite the same

In Anne's room, you can actually escape, but you will have no memories of the room once you leave

And then there is Anne, who will play a game of tag with you

If you get tagged, you join people with the same fate in a secret room

But Lucy can link the exit to somewhere of her choice, so the next thing you know, you could be in a moving vehicle

The only known way to escape with knowledge of the room is when Lucy deactivates her ability

4. Plum Blossoms in Snow - Tetchō Suehiro

"Allows him to manipulate the length and form of his saber."

Stretchy sword

It goes super long

THIS MF WENT YOINKITY SPOINKITY AND STABBED KENJI IN A HELICOPTER

He can totally use it more like a grappling hook

So it's perfect for evasion and attacking!

3. Light Snow - Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

"Able to project illusions into physical space, like a smokescreen."

He can make fake objects like in Anne's Room

But there's more

In his fight with John and Lovecraft, he changed what the truck driver saw

And we knew how that ended, the truck crashed into them

This can extend to things like cameras, making him perfect for infiltrations and spying

2. Priceless Tears - Saigiku Jōno

"Allows him to disintegrate his own body into atom-sized pieces."

With this, he can fit into small spaces in order to avoid attacks

Air conditioners, under doors, you name it

He can also disintegrate his body when in contact with a gun or lethal weapon like that, almost making him immune to physical objects

Though, he can get hurt in his form of particles

1. The Overcoat - Nikolai Gogol

"His overcoat serves as a portal connecting another point in space, up to thirty meters away"

You ever seen that scene where Josuke opens up a paper and a hand with a gun comes out?

Literally that, but limited range

30 meters doesn't seem a lot, but it's pretty good for a ranged ability

He put people through his coat

He put himself through his coat

He put a fucking telephone pole through his coat

Yeah that's it!

Sorry if I got some details wrong, I haven't read the manga in a while, so I scraped together what I know

[sleepingdeath-light]

lunch break ; 18+

kinktober day eighteen

pairing ; jamie winton x trans male!reader insert

fandom ; you, me & the apocalypse

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex acts

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

This move was actually going to kill you.

You could see the headline already: ‘local man found dead, crushed under mountain of cardboard boxes’ slapped across the front page of the newspaper, nestled between a mind-numbing celebrity gossip article and the latest fear mongering bollocks about something no one in their right mind would ever think about otherwise… maybe they’d even lean more on the tragedy angle and put a blurry pixelated-to-hell-and-back picture from your wedding day right in the centre of the page. There were a few particularly shit photos in your album that you refuse to get rid of (despite your darling husband’s objections) and the thought of any of those getting printed for everyone and their mother to see was enough to make you snort out a laugh despite yourself.

As you continued to move boxes and unpack all of the tat Jamie couldn’t bear to part with, your train of thought continued to follow that rather morbid track: were the boxes even heavy enough to take you out or would you just be trapped in place until poor Jamie found you? Lord knows your Jamie, for as much as you appreciated his physique, was a terribly lanky man and he certainly wouldn’t be able to rescue you from your cardboard prison on his own and you’d sooner let the earth itself devour you whole than be faced with the shame of needing to be saved from your mortifying corrugated sepulchre by your new neighbours. You hadn’t even learned their names yet!

Well, nobody except for your neighbour to the right. A lovely older woman in her twilight years… Maude? Mavis? Maggie? It was definitely an ‘M’ name… or was it an ‘N’? You weren’t really paying attention to what she was saying at the time, too focused on bringing more boxes inside.

Fucking boxes. You were sick of the damn things. If Jamie told you he wanted to move again after all of this you’d cry.

Then again you already felt like you were going to cry now and you weren’t even halfway through your dragon’s hoard of ceiling high stacked boxes. Frankly it was nothing short of a miracle that you hadn’t sliced clean through your hand yet given just how much ductape you’d had to cut through so far — but you also weren’t going to celebrate quite yet lest you actually jinx yourself.

Heaven forbid you have to drive yourself down to the local hospital to get stitches for something so stupid. You might actually have to move again after pulling a stunt like that…

That was enough of that thought experiment, you decided with a huff, no point embarrassing over yourself over something that hasn’t even happened (yet) and wasn’t going to happen (you reached over and knocked twice on the hardwood floor beside you). Better to focus on the task at hand and not let those ideas overstay their welcome.

You pulled open the flaps of yet another box and laughed heartily at the first thing you saw: Jamie’s pink underwear. He’d been looking for those before he left for work this morning, you recalled with a smile, and he’d surely appreciate a heads up about his signature garment’s location.

So, holding them limply in one hand, you reached blindly for your phone and dialed his number.

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The phone rang three times before your beloved finally picked up with a ‘hello’ that rang out with that particular tone of exhaustion that only a morning of customer service manages to bring out of him. You found yourself biting back a smile as you greeted him in return with all the enthusiasm and affection you could muster despite your own tiredness.

‘Jamie! My darling, love of my life, apple of my eye, my better half, my -‘

‘Good afternoon to you too sweetheart!’ Jamie cut you off, his words uttered softly around a quiet laugh that sends a warm fond feeling spreading from your heart to the tips of your fingers. ‘I’m assuming you didn’t just call to shower me with pet names. Is everything alright back home?’

‘It’s… erm…’

‘Boring?’ Jamie offered and you barked out a laugh in response.

‘To say the very least, yes. If I ever see another box in my life after this it’ll be too soon…’ you dramatically collapse back onto the settee and you hear him sigh your name through the speaker of your phone in a way that has your skin heating up.

‘Sorry, love. I’ll be home in a few hours to help you, just hang on a bit longer, yeah?’

You hum non-committally before remembering why you actually called your husband and speaking up in a much lighter and peppier tone than before. ‘Anyway! Speaking of boxes, you’ll never guess what I happened to find in one earlier,’

‘Oh? Is this another stray-fork-in-the-decorative-pillow-box situation?’

‘Something like that, actually!’ You say through a laugh, bringing your phone away from your ear to take a picture of yourself dangling his underwear beside your face — making sure to put on your cheekiest grin to add insult to injury. ‘Sending you the pic now, hopefully the WiFi at your job doesn’t fuck the quality… again…’

Jamie laughs and mutters his agreement and, after taking a second to briefly check the photo for any obvious embarrassing blemishes (God forbid you miss something stuck between your teeth… again…), you press the send button and wait for the inevitable half-amused-half-flustered sigh to echo through the speaker.

One second turns to two and then to ten before it finally gets delivered to Jamie’s phone, your grin growing broader and broader as you waited for the inevitable self deprecating comment to follow. But it never came, the silence between you stretching out for close to a minute before you finally called out to your husband in a slightly worried tone.

‘Jamie? Sweetheart?’ You hear him splutter and cough as if you caught him off guard before he manages to actually respond to you in an oddly strained, much quieter, voice.

‘Y-Yes darling?’

‘Something wrong? Oh God did one of your coworkers see that? I probably should have waited until you got home to show you that… I’m so sorry, babe -’

Jamie swiftly interrupts your rant with a shaky call of your name before taking in a steadying breath and continuing in almost a whisper. ‘It’s okay. I’m not upset, and nobody is in my office right now that would have seen it… but, sweetheart, did you need to get all of that in the photo?’

‘All of what?’

He lets out a trembling sigh. ‘My love please look at the picture you took again. You’re showing all of your, um…’ he quietens even further and his voice cracks slightly over his next words in a way that sends an unexpected wave of heat straight to your core, ‘your marks. The ones I gave you last night…’

Your eyes widen ever so slightly when you see exactly what he’s talking about before you’re hit with a realisation that makes you laugh.

‘Baby… did that make you hard? Is that why you’re so quiet right now?’ He lets out a sound close to a squeak and you continue, pushing past your own brief bout of embarrassment as you start to unbutton and unzip your shorts. ‘Thinking about what we were doing when I got them, right baby? Want me to help you out? Paint a clearer picture for you?’

Jamie huffs out a halfhearted protest and you can practically see the redness of his cheeks as he speaks to you. ‘Sweetheart I’m at work. My office is right next to reception. We can’t do this right now -‘

���But you want to, right?’ You interrupt, using that tone of voice you know he loves and delighting in the way he gulps audibly through the call. ‘Besides, we can be quick. Just stay quiet and clean up your mess once you’re done and nobody will know,’

He pauses in consideration for a brief few moments before letting out a shaky but affirmative sigh, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock into his hand as he speaks to you.

‘Fine, okay. Quickly, my lunch break is nearly over…’

And in return you grin to yourself and offer a cocky bit of reassurance has earns you a pitchy groan from your husband.

‘Oh don’t worry, I won’t need long,’

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‘Remember how hard you got when you were eating me out last night?’ You tease in a low breathy voice, delighting in the way he groans into the phone in return. ‘You were super vocal too. Sometimes I think you enjoy it more than I do…’

‘You taste like heaven, love, how could I not?’ He asks the question so earnestly that you can feel your skin burning from how flustered he’s made you. Unable to stop yourself from slipping your free hand into your underwear to play with your swollen clit as you listen to him rant about how much he wishes his face was buried in your cunt right now. Circling, tracing, rubbing, and toying in time with his words as you try and bite back your gasps and moans and groans.

‘… fuck I wish you were sat on my face right now,’ and so do you, but you force yourself to push back those thoughts and continue reliving last night so you can actually fix the problem you caused.

‘And I wish your cock was inside me right now, but I guess both of us will have to wait to get what we want.’ You huff your faux-complaint and hear him let out a sound that’s somewhere between a strained laugh and a gasp. ‘All I can think about now is how deep you were inside of me last night… how big you are. Fuck, Jamie, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,’

You hear his breath catch in his throat and can imagine just how flushed his face must be right now. He’s always so bashful when you praise him, especially when you talk about his dick, and you wish you were there to see just how much your words are effecting him — but for now you’ll settle for listening to the wet sound of him fisting his cock getting faster and louder, and the quiet moans and groans and grunts he’s unable to bite back to let you know just how much he’s enjoying your vivid recollection.

You turn to look at your reflection in the mirror that’s leaning against the kitchen door and let your eyes drift from mark to mark as you speak. ‘Don’t think I’ll ever get used to that fucking marking kink of yours either… they’re everywhere, babe. I don’t even remember getting most of these — when did you get the chance to bite down on my thighs, anyway?’

He lets out a strained little sound before pulling himself together just enough to offer you an actual response, his words clipped and interrupted by gasps and moans and cries as he does his best to speak to you.

‘Couldn’t — hah — help myself. Y’so — God — amazing. ‘Nd you got so — oh — wet when I did it. They look s’good on you too…’

And you can’t stop yourself from plunging two fingers into your drooling pussy at his words, letting out a low groan that Jamie is quick to catch when your fingertips crook straight into your g-spot. And that little sound, and the faint wet sound of you fingering yourself down the phone, only serves to push your dear husband closer to his end as he wets his lips and forces out one last question to you.

‘Oh God,’ he all but moans out the words and it sends another wave of heat straight to your core, ‘sweetheart are you..?’

‘Mhm,’ you moaned out your confirmation to his unfinished question, ‘couldn’t help myself, you sound so hot when you’re jerking off Jamie…’

And that seems to be all it takes to finally send your husband toppling over the edge of climax. You hear the loud clattering of his phone dropping onto his desk and hear the broken, distant sound of him half-groaning-half-gasping your name through what you’re sure are gritted teeth before the line goes quiet and you’re left to push yourself to your own peak with that wonderfully erotic image in mind. Gasping and whining and moaning his name as loudly as you please into the emptiness of your new home until you’re cumming so violently all over your fingers that your vision goes completely white and you momentarily forget how to breathe — reaching nirvana with a muted cry of ‘oh my god’ that earns you a quiet moan through the speaker of your phone before you’re gone to the world and unable to think of much anything at all.

Anything at all besides the fact that you really wish it were Jamie’s fingers inside of you instead of your own, that is…