#my brain's spin-off was some kind of backstory

[namelessprince]

i had a dream that i got some kind of pd spin-off graphic novel and it was so cool :'( if only she was real

[captainpetebradshaw]

so i watched 2x22 "the wire" for the first time today and it was a near religious experience so you're getting my thoughts on it under the cut

I love how comfortable they've gotten with each other; talking books? disagreeing about books? garak asking if julian can't just use his status as a doctor to get them to skip the line?

"perfect health, huh??" julian is so offended by garak lying to him about his condition lol

"i'm a doctor, not a botanist" is this some kind of star trek tradition?

"why can't he just tell me what's going on?" "it sounds like you're taking this personally" "i suppose I am... It's just that garak and I have been having lunch together once a week for more than a year now" once a week?! for more than a year?!

and then julian angrily stabbing dax's plant in frustration. let it out.

unsure if quark called julian to come get the absolutely hammered garak from his bar because he's the doctor or because julian is literally the only social contact quark could think of for garak???

"i prefer to drink somewhere quiet" "quiet? excellent idea... we'll go to my quarters" "whatever you want. but first i must make a stop at the infirmary" guess garak wasn't drunk enough for that little trick

but he was drunk enough to not notice the bottle hand-off to quark

"make it stop, make it stop..." aww no, poor baby!

julian using his doctor credentials to basically break into garak's. guess they ended up in his quarters after all

"if i was ever tortured, [the implant] was designed to stimulate the pleasure centers of my brain to trigger the production of vast amounts of natural endorphins" i gotta say, that has some freaky fucked up potential for fanfics and i can't wait to see how often it has been appropriated in the last 30 years

"living on this station is torture for me, doctor. the temperature is always too cold. the lights are always too bright. every bajoran on the station looks at me with loathing and contempt" ah yes, the autism experience

"why don't you just shut the damn thing off?" julian, do they teach nothing about addiction in med school?

i had to rewind this scene a couple times because i was chanting "kiss! kiss! kiss!" in my living room and didn't listen to a word they said. the 4:3 aspect ratio is also doing its thing

"has it ever occured to you that i might be getting exactly what i deserve?" "no one deserves this" julian going from all that taunting and appealing to garak's pride to this???? unexpected softness incoming

garak telling this story about how he is responsible for so many people dying and julian just saying right now he's just concerned for his health and won't let him die??? "you need to turn that implant off and whatever withdrawal symptoms or side effects you may experience, i promise i'll help you through them" like this is insane. i assumed people shipped them for a reason (and lower decks made them "canon" for a reason) but i was LIVING watching this.

it also has to be said that andrew robinson is acting the ever living shit out of these scenes - fantastic

even odo can't get past protector mode chief medical officer doctor bashir

staying by his bedside? for hours???

shoulder touch denied!!!

it's wild, garak must be suffering so much in that moment but he's still spinning up some new potential backstory. maybe this time it's not a lie but we just don't know.

"and so they exiled you" "that's right! and left me to live out my days with nothing to look forward to but having lunch with you." "i'm sorry you feel that way. i thought you enjoyed my company." "oh i did! and that's the worst part. i can't belive that i actually enjoyed eating mediocre food and staring into your smug sanctimonious face. i hate this place and i hate you." "ok, garak." addicts do get just absolutely hateful so this sounds pretty spot on to me.

on a side note, i don't think i could have done lunch every week with julian. he is smug and he has a big ego and i relate to the other senior officers who were sometimes a little condescending in their reactions when he was boasting about something or other. but that's ok, i don't have to. garak enjoyed it, it seems.

garak: you still have to learn the truth julian: heart eyes motherfucker

"why are you telling me this, garak?" "so that you can forgive me. why else? i need to know that someone forgives me"

"i forgive you. for whatever it is you did" "thank you, doctor. that's most kind"

so julian goes and finds the guy who's kind of responsible for garak having that implant in the first place. it's also i think the first time julian acknowledges they are friends?

"how sick is garak?" "he's dying" "and you're trying to save him?" "that's right" "strange... i thought you were his friend?" "i suppose i am" "then you should let him die. after all, for garak, a life in exile is no life at all"

"thank you" "don't thank me. i'm not doing garak any favors. he doesn't deserve a quick death. on the contrary. i want him to live a long, miserable life. i want him to grow old on that station surrounded by people who hate him, knowing that he'll never come home again. "what a lovely sentiment" "and it's from the heart, i assure you" <- that made me laugh

we learn garak's first name!

he's well again! back to the regularly scheduled lunch date!

and he's got a new book recommendation for julian, how nice

"what i want to know out of all the stories you told me, which ones were true and which ones weren't" "my dear doctor, they were all true" "even the lies?"

"especially the lies"

smiley boys!

this ended up being more of a collection of my favorite quotes from the episode but that's fine with me. it's my post.

[b0nten]

BLUEBELLS, YOURS TRULY.

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ albeit rarely, rindou overthinks, and frequently, ran doesn’t think too much.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ this is like the “backstory” for the ring. MAYBE i’ll turn it into a multiple part. i also put it in the timeline where everyone is happy because i really love everyone being friends. wrote it because rays’s version destroyed me !!!!!!!!!!!

he spins the ring on his finger. he slides it off. he looks at it. he lets it hang from his neck, on the chain. he sighs.

“now what the hell is up with you?” barging in, ran asks. “who shat in your cereal every morning for the past two weeks?” he says, opening the kitchen cupboard to take — funny enough — some cereal out.

“i’m not in the mood, ran.” his younger brother spits back, head falling against the wooden table.

“hey now, there’s something really wrong with you if you’re acting like .. this.” pointing at him, he sits down, fat bowl of cereal clashing against the dark block, spilling some milk onto it. “now, spill.” with mouth full, he tries to choke out the words, spoon in his brothers face the moment he gulps down the first mouthful.

“you’re gross sometimes.” rindou just sighs, looking away.

“what’s with the ring?” ignoring the insult, the lanky haitani just continues his questioning. “by the way, the blue doesn’t look that bad on you.”

“it’s mine, and i got a matching one for y/n.” the other explains, “thanks, by the way. it was her idea to dye it like this.”

“you wanna propose to her?” his older brother asks, chewing loudly. “y’know we’re still just teenagers?”

“no shit, big head.” rolling his eyes, rindou feels the exasperation dig its roots deeper into his brain. “i’m not proposing. yet. but i don’t know if i should give it to her.” he finally says, letting ran in on his worries.

“and why not? what’s that? cartier, right?”

“no brand can escape your gaze, you’re really unbelievable.”

“thanks, bro, love you too.” as he swallows his last spoonful, ran winks.

“not in a good way.” the younger sibling announces, earning a displeased look from his brother.

“now you’re the annoying one. fuck’s going with you two?” ran finally snaps, trying not look worried. after all, he loves his brother, but they don’t do that kind of talking.

“she’s leaving next week” rindou finally manages to choke out.

“what? what do you mean?” his brother asks, taken aback by the sudden information.

“her student visa’s expired. she’s gotta go back home until gets it renewed.”

it pains him to even think about it. he hasn’t eaten in almost fourteen days, ever since he found out. but what pains him even more is how excited you are about going back home. about going away from him.

he thinks it’s selfish, because he knows how much you’ve missed your parents and how much you’ve waited for a holiday that’s long enough to return.

“if the flights take four days in total and i want to stay for two weeks, then i’d rather not go anymore.” you always said. “i want to spend as much time as possible, without having to rush anything, y’know?

but maybe sometimes love is all about being selfish, loving someone with your whole heart. maybe he wants to never let you leave without him. maybe he can’t let you leave without him because he can’t stand not being an 8 minute subway ride away from you.

“don’t tell me you got some of those control issues, the pretty tiktok girls say they’re not cute at all…” ran comments, dodging an uppercut by a mere second.

“can you take me seriously for once? i think she wants to break up with me, she called me over today saying we have to talk.” rin frowns, blond-blue bangs covering his tired eyes. “i shouldn’t have believed that tiktok reading that said good news are coming my way.”

“you’re so fucking dumb, lord have mercy.”

“excuse me, ran?”

“you’re excused. let’s get this straight: does it really matter to you wether she’s oceans away or in meguro? what do you think she’s gonna do, break up with you only to return in three months and see you everywhere? do you really think y/n’s that kind of girlfriend? throw away three years BECAUSE OF A VISA?! fuck outta here with that insecure crap, rin. i raised you better than that.”

on the inside, ran smiles. oh, how he loves knocking sense into his younger brother. truly the best activity.

“now go and talk to her.”

rindou hesitates.

“i won’t say it nicely the second time around.” the older one threatens, and rindou jolts up from his chair and bolts through the door, house slippers still on, door wide open. before ran can say anything else, rindou’s voice echoes from the staircase into the kitchen:

“i’ll buy a new pair when i get back, don’t start bitching, please! i’ve got a girl i have to convince not to break up with me!”

his older brother laughs as he pulls out his phone.

sister in law

(16:22) he’s on his way.

then, a ping fills the empty space.

sister in law

(16:23) already talked to mikey. everything’s going great.

(16:23) love you, big head

(16:23)🫰

maybe ran’s not gonna tell you the reason rindou is running like a maniac through minato ward right now.

ugh, is his head really that big?

tagging: @h4nman BECAUSE YOU MADE ME CRY😡😡😡 ; @sirachano0dles <3 i might start a taglist if i make this into a multiple part fic?!?

[popponn]

things about sae.

it's sae's turn in my brain microwave. i want to understand you, underlashes senior. headcanons +observation+ rambling. spoilers, will be updated as time goes on.

scathing, mean af vocabs. pretty rude even as a child. but compared to rin, his cursing seems to be much tamer.

is REALLY focused on soccer. but also said in the character interview to not "only be able to/focus on soccer like him".

but in his introduction to u20 shows that he seems to value someone who goes all in to soccer. and it's kind of in line with the things he "admits" and chided. example a: shidou and isagi being individuals who are undeniably soccer obsessed (though on isagi's case as they haven't even talk, if i remember correctly, this might be more because of isagi's way of winning through "making use of luck"). example b: things he said in the u20 introduction in response to sendou.

headcanonish but this guy is giving me "burnout gifted child" vibe with all the prodigal status, expectations, and being hit in the face by the world. like what are you. are you satisfied by marina??????

there are few moments where he displays something that is pretty close to 'praise', but say it not to the related person/group himself. (i.e. his thoughts of blue lock in locker room, his comment about "dont switch out any of the u20 member".)

like is he being not nice on purpose????? honestly probably. headcanonish, but if seeing his way of giving comments to rin pre-spain, it's been like that since he was little. (i will check rin's ln again later)

in contrast to rin having "natural luck", this guy seems to more " making/seeking luck". but idk yet, with only ice cream sticks as clues. sae backstory and ln spin off when.

his eyes during the confrontation with rin in that snowy night are pretty expressive. but since visual cues leave a really wide room for interpretation + bllk tendency to subvert things, i will not comment. but honestly i really agree with the sentiment that sae was hurt by rin's words, but in the end the discouragement seems to come more from a place of "i don't want you to get hurt so just go home and don't play soccer anymore" (very very hc and more of an interpretation, as sae's pov is still non existent)

aka yeah, this guy is shit at displaying concern and any sort of care. headcanon but. do you see the vibe??? with rin???? like it's similar. what is this genetic.

simple fashion, but pretty trendy and chic(?).

this guy seems like a family guy who misses his family a lot. (please make up soon with your lil bro)

watches chibi maruko chan. has habits that genuinely reminds me of old people (drinking tea, looking at sea, thinking of family).

people at blue lock think of him as someone who seems to be good at study, but looking at the pattern of hyperfocused people in blue lock it either goes two way: a) his skill at everything else is questionable at best, abysmall at worst ; b) he is an all-rounder indeed.

but then again there is also the third type aka "good at football, still functional at everything except communication and emotional management skill".

his way of talking in jp is, to put it simply, pretty casual like guys his age. the thing that are the rudest part of it was his choice of words and the fact that he seems to talk like this to everyone. even his elder. and also the way he is very blunt in expressing his opinion.

but somehow that bluntness is gone when it came to showing vulnerable emotions. talk about emotional constipation.

if his character interview is reliable and unbiased, as it is from sae's own pov, his relationship with his parents seems okay.

genuinely wondering about his parents' canon response to his and rin's cold war.

does he even have friends. no like seriously.

his brother and him are really similar in many ways. rin is probably copying him in some ways tho—that, or rin's own issues. or sae's own issues.

please just make up with your brother. (2)

after spain his bang is gone. as in he just pushed them up. in u20 it still went down sometimes in a few panels.

he likes numbers. maybe he really is smart.

genuinely looking at him like "please get a hobby" not even as an insult but out of genuine concern. this dude has so many issues and the burnout child prodigy vibe is real strong with this one.

but not fully his fault. pretty much live alone overseas, probably with no friends his age and just a manager as his support system, went through a crisis, is a (probable) family loving guy with his family far away from him, then came home to his beloved lil bro he spoiled and dotted on and shared a dream with saying hurtful things to him on his lowest point. and not supporting his new decision and dream. from sae's pov, it's brutal.

i can defend rin on this too tho. honestly please talk to each other, itoshi bros. or acknowledge that maybe neither of you were in not in the best state of mind during that confrontation.

seems logical and he does likes numbers. but honestly, he just acts as he wants—look at how he talks to journalist, how he has 0 hesitation to leave an ongoing match.

went to spain at 13 according to rin's spin off novel. also mentioned to "hate to lose" and seems to be a strict perfectionist.

must be noted however that how rin sees him seems to be very biased. a bit of rin analysis/hc, but there seems to be "putting nii chan on a pedestal" going on there. how their childhood truly is from sae's perspective is still unknown. on rin's part tho, seems to be a very nice period.

is rich. so the snobby rich condescending guy aura is probably not that far from the truth. his sense of money seems to be a mess, as a few hundred millions is a small amount for him.

this guy seems to be picky with who he respects and he really doesn't hold back in disrespecting someone he doesn't. even higher ups and older people.

does skincare canonly.

doesn't seem to have friends so far...? (nel arc, before pxg match) but if we look at how rin is now, unsurprising.

in rin's novel, rin's physique is mentioned to be "better" than sae's actually. with how "rin wins in luck" while sae "loses" motive exist through the ice cream sticks, probably this motive will come up again when sae appears again.

[treasure-mimic]

Okay, I feel like I have to get these thoughts about Deadpool and Wolverine out or they're gonna drive me crazy. I saw the movie last Thursday and it's not left my mind since then and I kinda wish I could just blurt it all out in response to the dismissal of the movie but like it's so specific to me that I don't even know if it's a valid rebuttal to that kind of thing so I just. I'm just gonna say it now as its own thing and we're gonna run it. Okay? Alright.

Major spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine, btw.

It's kind of hard to know exactly where to start on this thing that D&W does that really captivated me, so like, bear with me, this is gonna start in a weird place.

I have a mild fascination with the concept of continuation in fiction. On its face that's not so strange, most fiction, especially nowadays in an age where the goal is almost always to become an ongoing franchise, one of (not necessarily the) central goals of a fictional work is to immerse the viewer into its world to the point where they believe that it exists within context. There is the work itself, there is backstory which establishes the context of its setting and characters, and barring situations where the ending of the work is that the world ends, something of it is presumed to continue to exist after the fact whether that be the characters or the world in context of the characters. While the band of fictionalized time composing the work itself strictly "exists" in the same sense that the pipe in Treachery of Images "exists", the before and after periods don't even under such loose definitions of existence, they are pure implication under the notion that events tend to have context, a gap that the brain intuitively fills in. At least until the work has a sequel, which itself will have an implied context of before and after which itself will vary in its level of existence depending on the distance between it and the previous work and if it too has a sequel.

That's a really long and complicated laying out of a concept that I think most people intuitively get, right? It's one of (again, not necessarily the) founding motivations behind fanfiction. When a work ends with "and the adventures continue" we seek out ideas of what those adventures could be and some people will naturally be drawn to filling it out with their own ideas. If I can be allowed a quick plug here, I'm currently writing a novel that's partially about the after of a character trying to bring about the end of the world. But, like I said, I think most people intuitively get the appeal of that, what I find most interesting about this subject isn't just exploring the surrounding context of a work of fiction, that can be done with a sequel or a prequel or a spin-off.

What fascinates me most, what I'm just enamored with, is the implied continuation of existence in bad media.

How many godawful movies have ended with a "To be continued..." even til today. And how many times has the predominant criticism to that decision been, "who cares?" We, the consuming public, are uninterested in the continued investment in this world and these characters and whatever conflicts may remain. But, the work still exists, it was made and cannot be unmade, and in that is the implication that no matter how you feel about it, through implication, so too exists a continuous existence in both the directions of before and after.

A few years ago I wrote a massive crossover multiverse fanfic which had a really complicated selection process for what characters would be involved that isn't relevant to my point, but one of the flourishes at the very end was replacing the intended inclusion of Lancelot with a hypothetical version of the character from Guy Ritchie's ill-conceived and incomprehensible attempt to kickstart a King Arthur Cinematic Universe in 2017, King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (seriously, this is one of my favorite bad movies of all time, it is a bizarre combination of elements from superhero movies and gangster heist films and loose, untethered understandings of English antiquity). To be clear, this character does not exist in the work itself, Lancelot never appears or is even implied to appear in the work itself, likely planned for an eventual sequel or spin-off that never occurred due to how much the movie underperformed financially. But the eventual existence of a Lancelot is nonetheless an implication by the very nature of the work's existence, regardless of how little anyone actually wanted to see it. I find that fascinating, and seemingly I'm not the only one, considering I wasn't even the first person to write fanfic of this hypothetical non-existent version of Lancelot.

Let's bring it back, shall we? The promise of the Marvel multiverse as of right now, regardless of whether you like it or not, is not (at least wholly) an exploration of the cascading effects of character choices and outcomes of natural chaos, but an exploration on the notion that every story has continuation. The turning point, in my opinion, was Spider-Verse, not the 2018 animated film, but the 2014 comic series it's loosely adapted from. That's not to say the concept had never been applied before, the run itself took inspiration from Spider-Man: Shattered Dimensions and the finale episode of Spider-Man: The Animated Series, but 2014's Spider-Verse was what ultimately codified the concept of a multiverse of adaptations rather than variant outcomes. It was an exploration on if 616 Spider-Man met 1610 Spider-Man met Noir Spider-Man met 2099 Spider-Man met cartoon animal Spider-Man met animated Spider-Man met video game Spider-Man met manga Spider-Man, pre-existing works which were created by disparate creators whose only intentions were only to make standalone entertainment, recontextualized by interaction with one another and by the newfound confirmation of their continued existence. Spider-Ham didn't stop being when the run of Marvel Tails ceased, he continued to exist in the same context and continued consistency of that appearance and now he's capable of talking to a version of himself that kills people.

But Spider-Verse also showcases the other end of that concept, the continued existence of bad media, the "who cares" mentality. Quick primer if you're unaware, the original comic book Spider-Verse run was not predicated on a well-meaning Kingpin using the multiverse for personal reparation but a race of interdimensional energy vampires who feed on the souls of Spider-Man variants. This is where most of the bad media Spider-Men are sent, killed by these Inheritors, in many case in comedic fashion, with their mere existence as the source of comedy, contrasted against such dark themes.

For example, here's the Spider-Man that only exists in custom print ads for Hostess sponge cakes.

Killed unceremoniously because, nobody's favorite Spider-Man is the Hostess sponge cake ads Spider-Man, but by bringing him back decades after these ads quit running it implicitly asks the reader to understand that this Spider-Man and his context and his consistency continued even when the ads don't.

Now, this is a reason why I honestly, personally really dislike the original Spider-verse run, dark comedy is obviously the tone Dan Slott is going for, but I think the overall effect is so much more grim than I ever wanted because, like, I do care. Even if I don't like the story, I do care about this version of Spider-Man being killed while on his way to a date with MJ. I care about the implication of continuation of bad media.

To finally, finally bring it back to the ostensible subject of this post, what I find so enticing about Deadpool and Wolverine's story is that it's able to explore both sides of this concept. Within the framework of the movie, the Void is a very implicit metaphor for discontinuation, both in the sense of corporate media distribution rights but also want for continuation. Rather than the victory lap of Avengers: Endgame, rather than returning to the Captain America and Hulk of of 2012's Avengers or the Gamora and Nebula of Guardians of the Galaxy, Deadpool and Wolverine asks us to remember and revisit bad media. Tim Story's Fantastic Four, X3, the Elektra not of the Netflix adaptation, but of the delightfully edgy Daredevil and Elektra films (another of my favorite bad movies of all time). Deadpool explicitly asks, hey, can we get help from the cool character that people like, and gets told no. They aren't here. You get us.

Now, obviously this has some qualifications, because it's not all that. While Blade 3 is universally reviled, Blade is obviously the point of reference for this depiction as evident from the visual and textual callbacks, it is ultimately a Disney product, nostalgia is still a major driving force.

Still, this depiction allows the film to explore both ends of it. The Void as a metaphor for discontinuation and lack of interest, similar to the killing of pointless Spider-Men that nobody likes in Spider-Verse, their existence within the context of their stories is over and cannot be returned to. But it also implicitly asks the viewer to consider their continued existence, to process that they didn't just go from the existence we saw to the non-existence of now, that regardless of how much people cared about these products at the time, the characters do still exist and can't not exist in the context of an all-canon multiverse that Marvel has now. That all-canon is not exclusively composed of that which is still profitable and endearing to general audiences.

This paratextuality comes to a head with the credits sequence, a surprisingly loving tribute to the entire breadth of Marvel properties under Fox. Not just the ones universally liked, not even just the ones brought in for this film, not even just the ones in the band for newly forming 00s nostalgia, but films like Fant4stic and Dark Phoenix. You can't pick and choose, you must acknowledge everything. And by showing behind-the-scenes footage rather than finished film, it asks the viewer to understand these movies, these universes, this whole completed fiction with implied context, not as the product of a studio simply deciding to put something out but of the effort of hundreds, sometimes thousands of individual people. There was an attempt, failed or no, to create a story here, and inarguably, it succeeded.

That is why I've been enamored with Deadpool and Wolverine since seeing it several days ago, beyond the jokes and the homoerotic subtext and the excitement of seeing new things from the source material brought to the big screen in the last moments that they're still possible to bring back, it struck at me specifically because it shares my fascination with the continuation, the irreversible existence, of bad media.

[purplemys]

Clay Puppington and Cameron Campbell vs. Endeavor : Why I Like Their Character Writing and Not The Latter's

Clay from Moral Orel and Campbell from Camp Camp are from opposite ends of my Shitty Person Character spectrum.

My spontaneously-made scale for these characters include Disgusting But Interesting - Sympathetic (The Golden Area of my Morally Gray Characters) - Entertaining Scumbag.

Disgusting But Interesting

Clay is about as realistic as abusers come. He wasn't born evil, he isn't some spawn of hell, but he's definitely portrayed as a monster. The thing with Clay is that he's an abuse victim. His childish act of rebellion caused his mother to have a heart attack and since then his father resented him for what happened. His substitute for love is physical abuse. It's how he grew up, it's how his brain coped. And he knows this. He knows he's fucked up, he said so many times throughout the show, he's very aware of what his issues are and how to stop it.

You would think a character like Clay (sympathetic, realistic, self-aware) is a prime candidate for redemption and reconciliation with his family, esp Orel, his kind and forgiving son, yes? No. The ending, while somewhat rushed gave me such a good feeling. Orel didn't have to keep his father in his life to be "a kind and forgiving" person. Orel got to live happily ever after with Christina and break the long cycle of abuse which neither Clay nor Bloberta (the wife) broke once they got out of their abusive households. Orel honored his parents by keeping their photos in the new house, next to photos of his brothers who were equally abused and went on to be good people.

That's the main point with Clay, the conclusion to his and Orel's relationship, because this father-son dynamic is the main plot of the show. Anyway, back to Clayduring the entire show's run. Season 1 put a bit of a comedic spin on the scenes where Clay was threatening to beat Orel while he was drunk, to reflect how Orel saw the situation and the world in general, his mind wasn't registering the awful shit going around him yet, esp about his father. As the show goes on, the abuse dawns on Orel eventually. But we as the audience were always supposed to take the punishments very seriously, to see the alcohol, the belt and the twisted lectures Clay gave and immediately think "Abuse". None of that "Twisted form of care/love". None of that "It's a mistake". None of that "It's just how he is." The show makes it clear that this is abuse and this is a choice and he knows it.

Which is why he was never redeemed.

Entertaining Scumbag

Cameron Campbell doesn't really have a sad backstory like Clay but he gets to have a chance at a redemption arc in Season 3 and 4. I just find him to be entertaining as a side character. His list of crimes mean little in a show that's full of very violent or selfish characters (most of which are kids). The characters talk trash about him too. Only one of them really gives him a chance to change (Yes, the kindest of characters, my favorite, David). They even make it a point in the episode "Keep the Change", Campbell would never be able to change for the better because he's selfish through and through. Was Max (the protagonist) right about his assumption?

Well you see, Campbell in that episode when repeatedly urged by David to do good, he kept slipping back into his selfish and narcissistic ways. Like wanting to only give to charity for adoration and fame. All that. David rightfully calls him out for that. That's another thing, they repeatedly give him shit for the things he say or do, to make up for the lack of legal consequences for his crimes.

(One day I hope the thing with Jasper gets resolved though. It was an accident but the fact that Campbell was being negligent was another thing. That being said, another kid died in Gwen and David's care too. Talk about off-screen negligence.)

Anyway, "After Hours" shows Campbell for the first time without Gwen or David telling him what to do or how to run his own goddamn camp. The first glimpse of him doing nice things without thinking much about them. The plotline with Campbell ends with this cute scene here.

When David saw them and woke them up, he was likely about to compliment Campbell about how good he handled the situation or whatever, but Campbell cut him off and started complaining about the campers and grumbled about getting some sleep. Good, I don't want to hear another sappy speech about Campbell! It was a nice episode overall. :)

So that's the main point about Campbell. How the characters act around him.

Now about his backstory, as a contrast to Clay's. Campbell is selfish. Greedy. Self-absorbed. An asshole. Campbell used to have friends, a girlfriend, and a stable job. He was so good at his job that he was eligible for a Camp Corporation(?) Magazine at some point. Point is, he had it all and his greediness made him lose all of that. And he definitely wasn't getting any of that back.

The fame went to his old friends, Camp Corp. founders the Campwells, since he was always in hiding because tax evasion and other crimes. He can't have his camp back because he went to jail and his new punishment is to surrender his funds and services to David, who he wasn't respecting before being knocked down a few pegs. Lastly, when he and his girlfriend reunited and he asked if they could "pick up where they left off", she rightfully called him out for that being such a shit thing to ask after 17 years apart. They banged in the end of that episode but the rest was up to interpretation until maybe Season 5 (if ever).

So his redemption is funny and definitely not giving him things easy since it's not like he has the things he always wanted: Fame, Money, and Control.

Endeavor and Why I Just Hate Seeing Him On Screen and Why The Decision to Redeem Him is Ridiculous and If He's Simply "Atoning", then everything else surrounding this plot is Confusing

I think a lot of you already know this by now but I'm Filipino and from an abusive household. Our culture is all about community. The majority over the individual.

Abusers get away scot-free unless... you broadcast it to everyone. The radio, the television, to anywhere and everyone who will pay attention. What Dabi did was the only way to give his abuser some semblence of repercussions since his family surely wasn't going to do it. Because here's the thing, E slur wasn't just some random jackass breadwinner. He is an authority figure, with wealth to top it off. He had everything in his disposal to manipulate things in his favor.

Like bro, even then, even when everyone in the neighborhood knows your situation, no one is still going to step in because the decisions ultimately lie within the family. And they (my family) sure aren't going to do something because "This is just how things are" "This is how the matriarch is" "This is how our family deals with it"

I wouldn't be upset with E slur not getting legal repercussions if it's clear that the entire family straight up hate his guts and not even bother to associate with him in any way. None of this forced family dinners, none of this getting the family to talk to him. None of this Rei and Fuyumi giving him a chance. None of this invasion of space and boundaries (like hugging Natsuo or acquiring Shouto's number from Fuyumi, and if she gave it willingly, I find that uncomfortable).

Sometimes, we just live in resentment and no one here is happy because we simply can't. How can you when your entire existence revolves around a dream your parents never got or a life they never lived? Who can forgive when your very life hinges upon how useful and cooperative you are? That your presence only matters when you're not a burden? Because I sure can't.

I can't imagine if they were actual authority figures that will double the pressure on you because they have the media monitoring your entire family~

So how about the opposite? What if the family is indeed willing to give the selfish, extremely abusive, egotistical asshole a chance? (Not Natsuo, never him) Then why not have the media absolutely hound him. Have his coworkers scorn him, yes even Hawks who looked up to him and supported him. Have the entire world look at him and his entire posse with distrust, all of them. And the end of all this? Lose his hero license.

He can't have both.

Hell, he doesn't deserve either.

But if the narrative insists, then I'd rather he be a social outcast, esp by his own family.

Now about how he's treated within the story, you have all these characters pointing out how he's better, less of an asshole, "a changed man". Camp Camp did this for ONE episode. Because this is annoying. The man doing the bare minimum is so laughably sad. Especially all this was before the reveal of the abuse. And after the reveal, nothing. Crickets from the people who know of it. Those who do talk help nothing for this plot, like Hawks for example. 😬

It's important to note that Campbell is to David like E slur was to Keigo. Except Campbell and David did meet 14 years ago when he was 10.

The thing is though, that David grows out of this parasocial relationship with Campbell throughout the seasons. Hawks lately is Endeavor-san this Endeavor that, shut up. Jesus Christ. Like I know admiration. I know obsessive. It's not a cute look when you're 23 and supposed to be self-aware it is painful to watch unfold. Because I think a reveal like your idol (not even a friend) being such a scumbag can't have a Denial/Slow Burn Breakdown Reaction. And if the "It may be true but...I'm sure it's not like that anymore." is the final reaction/acknowledgement then 1) I've heard that before from irl 2) How are you SURE? Some random not-even-close-with-any-of-the-victims outsider? 3) Beyond underwhelming.

😬

Back to E slur, they never should have tried to give this man attention of any kind. He doesn't have a sympathetic background (not that I'd want him to) so he doesn't have anything to relate to. Yes, the """"inferiority complex"""" maybe but not everyone has the wealth and power at their disposal to buy a wife and coerce her to make children-

So he's not relatable, he's heinous, we're supposed to take his crimes seriously, so he's not even entertaining what else? He's doing a good job of atoning for his mistakes? He's a massive invasion of boundaries and that is uncomfortable.

1) Him giving Rei her favorite flowers.

My brother gave me a nice gesture once. Made me cry and everything. Wanna know why? Because this is the same dude who used to beat me with a broom stick! :D

Yes, abusers can do nice things omg shocker, do they deserve to get within 10 feet of you and then leave you presents, maybe even at an attempt at asking for forgiveness? Hell no. God that's spine-chlling. Because it could be genuine, and no one deserves to feel like they owe someone that kindness and forgiveness.

2) Him suddenly hugging Natsuo without regard for how Natsuo would react.

This is after years of neglect and subjecting him to domestic violence. This is him touching him just because, what, he was "scared of losing him"? Your child was just as likely to die from getting neglected or sheer stress and you're only worried now? Laughable and quite pathetic! I personally don't like getting grabbed without my consent, esp if it's someone who's hurt me before. Mother may have never hit me but I know what it feels like to be threatened. She gets mad when I get mad at her for suddenly grabbing me every now and then. I explicitly told her I hate getting physical. I'd hate to think how E slur would have reacted if Natsuo had the reaction time to flinch or shake him off. Again, uncomfortable.

3) Getting Shouto's number then bombarding him with messages.

If your kids don't want to talk to you, maybe stop pestering them? Maybe stop being such a nuisance? Maybe stop inserting yourself in their life whenever you can because you feel entitled to a chance? Or maybe get to know your kid first and that being he doesn't talk much to begin with so knock it off.

Again, if they never should have made him try. And if they insist, not like this.

My Aight Im tired. Goodnight.

[oncemorewithqueering]

star trek tos season 1–my summaries

i just finished a watch of season 1 of star trek tos season 1, and i would like to provide a (very) accurate summary of each episode. no one should let me have a Netflix account i stg

pilot: large veiny-head things make cishet male think about green ladies dancing at him. he then psychologically alters the green lady’s mind to be filled with lies.

the man trap: so here’s the thing. this lady really needs salt. also, bones. for some reason (just jk he’s perfect)

charlie x: annoying teen is annoying and also tries to kill everyone. but don’t worry, kirk saves the day while also being shirtless. yay.

where no man has gone before: this is an x files episode

the naked time: spock wants his mom, kirk kind of wants to kiss the enterprise and there is irishphobia

the enemy within: kirk wears a fuck-ton of eyeliner and sulu is chilly

mudd’s women: ooh sexy ladies ep number 1/2367

what are little girls made of: kirk spins while naked and chapel and uhura kiss :)

miri: the studio had this set lying around, and also kirk hits on a teenager

dagger of the mind: i don’t really remember this one tbh

the corbomite manouver: kirk just fucking goes for it. just lies for 40 minutes. goals

the menagerie part 1 and 2: clip show but good and gay and sad :(

the conscience of the king: kirk has a tragic backstory??? that explains it

balance of terror: why is sarek a romulan commander? did he and amanda fight?

shore leave: bones and everyone else goes insane. also finnegan and more irish stereotypes. kirk has made it clear; the irish are the enemy

the galileo seven: whyyyyy do they all hate spock

the squire of gothos: english dude throws a hissy fit

arena: GORRNNNNN and spock is proud his bf is doing science

tomorrow is yesterday: kirk flirts with someone who could very well be his great great great great great great great grandfather

court martial: spock uses ‘being gay’ as a valid point that will hold up in court

the return of the archons: 1984 but with spock in a cape. a computer is god but is clearly made of cardboard

space seed: khan is sexist in the way only a 90s man can be

a taste of armageddon: everything was fine until kirk showed up

this side of paradise: spock flirts with women despite being a homosexual

the devil in the dark: a shag rug pizza hybrid emotionally connects with spock. bones uses cement, but doesn’t like it, jim.

errand of mercy: klingons do not look like worf and that really threw me off guys

the alternative factor: what twin peaks season 2 shit is this

the city on the edge of forever: so good. i imagine existential crises are how bones wakes up all the time though

operation: annihilate!: small farting brain cells attempt to kill kirk’s nephew and his husband

[countessofravenclaw]

For fun, I am just gona tell you all what kind of writing projects I am working on at the moment...

I still have about half of Like the Red Rose blooms in the Oxford Garden not written. But this work is in the active publishing stage right now so you all should read the first chapter already which is out. This is basically the story of Gastón and Nina at Oxford, and the road that leads them to their happily ever after. There will be lot of romance and this story is T-rated for real reasons. There will be ocs, and even cameos from people you wouldn't maybe think of. All my multi-chapters have an acronym that I often use when talking about the story. For this is it GOS for Gastina Oxford Story

El Lugar más Feliz de la Tierra is the multi-chapter that will be coming after GOS and is called by short RCgtDL. It is a story about Luna getting a wild idea that she wants to go to Disneyland and she and Ambar end up taking everyone there on a birthday trip. Roller Crew at Disney will reign chaos

I am very actively writing this wacky SL S2 Au about Sharon firing the Valentes after finding out about Sol, instead of making Ambar Sol. Monica and Miguel find a job from another upper-society family in Buenos Aires... Two little more newcomer millionaires of Buenos Aires: Isla and Marco Perida, who unannounced to Luna happen to be the parents of her bestie's boyfriend and the best friend of the guy she is in love with... This right now does not have a name and is going to just be a one-shot, but I am treating it as more of a multichapter pilot, so to say. So it can be picked up as a multichapter if there is demand and ideas. This honestly is just a crazy idea I have had flowing around in my brain. It will not be that character-driven and more of "wouldn't this be funny if it happened?" event-driven.

Then I have a story about Aurora Perida and Stella Balsano finding a certain book in the Blake library and they end up traveling back in time and seeing some certain scenes of their parent's past. This also doesn't have a name nor is it in very active writing and I am kind of thinking this could be my birthday fic for this year. This can be called a kind of like a spin-off from MOT.

The other one isn't in the most active writing at moment, but this does have a name. World es mi Familia is a story where I dive into more out there headcanons about Gastón's family that I have. You see, he had two aunts and 9 cousins from his mother's side who still live in Cordoba, but here's the catch: there is one branch of his family that he has never met nor even knows about... because actually, his aunts are actually only half-sisters of his mother. Isla's biological father, Jorge Sulandre, walked out of her and her mother when she was a baby. She was later adopted by Joakim Vasquez, her mother's husband and the father of her sisters. So about 8 years pos SL S3, Gastón, and Nina are back at BA and living their best life as a married couple when Gastón gets a call from Evelyn Sulandre, his cousin. This story relies heavily on the backstory I have for Gastón's parents and how they grew up in poverty at Cordoba. This story also will just be a one-shot and will probably have an open end, but we'll see

[azems-familiar]

ulic.

My first impression

oh this man's a bit arrogant isn't he. kinda hot though

My impression now

i am chewing on the walls.

Favorite thing about that character

he's got gifted kid syndrome out the ASS

(i love everything about him. he's so fascinating he's my little blorbo i want to spin him around in my brain)

i also really love his relationship with his brother, Cay (the song "the killing kind" on the playlist i linked below is for their relationship). it's deep and tragic and it hits so hard every time

Least favorite thing

EVERYTHING about his ending. this is not his fault but Holy Fuck i cannot believe what they did to my boy

Favorite line/scene

"how do you plead?"

"i don't plead with fools."

KING!!! KING SHIT!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA.

Favorite interaction that character has with another

when Exar shows up to rescue him on Coruscant and they spend the whole time bantering and bitching with/at each other. i'm so normal

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

....Exar. okay outside of that? Mandalore. i honestly think their relationship is fascinating and i wish it was focused on more than just as brief mentions for why Ulic has the Mandalorians' loyalty for war

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

from the SAME fandom, i accidentally made my Revan a massive Ulic parallel, so. there's that. uhhh from another fandom....hm. that is a difficult one. i'm....not sure i can think of any? he reminds me a lot of Anakin Skywalker in some ways, the golden son who fell and became the very thing he fought against, but most of the other media i enjoy doesn't have quite that same like... vibe about that narrative that star wars does, you know?

A headcanon about that character

i am not going to go into excruciating detail about my entirely made-up backstory for him but the important big deal is that his father was from House Panteer, the Alderaanian ruling family, and was only a few degrees removed from inheriting the throne, so Ulic is a royal and could, with some judicious assassinations and court games, actually end up the lawful heir to Alderaan

A song that reminds of that character

let me just.....

An unpopular opinion about that character

i do not fucking care what the comic tried to do and say, Ulic wasn't "under the influence" and "out of his mind" the whole time, his fall was a choice, it was intentional, the dark side poison made his anger stronger but he chose to stay, he chose to do all that! also cutting him off from the Force was the dumbest and least cathartic ending possible. ugh.

Favorite picture

i don't have it on hand because you can't screenshot from the site i use to read these comics anymore, but the panel where Arca is dying in his arms and he's on his knees holding his body? yeah. that one.

[ice-and-starlight]

It's been a few days, but if you were still interested in that ask meme....

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

=D Yeay! An ask!

Hooooo, okay, so, I have a LOT of fanfic that I'm theoretically working on/daydreaming about that doesn't get shared, but, uh, lets see what's not too horrifying to share...

I spent a couple of weeks a few months ago binge-watching Criminal Minds, and got infected by a plotbunny of Dean Winchester/Aaron Hotchner(/Haley Brooks) as a sort of... fix it crossover where, because they're both protagonists from rather different genres, their different approach manages to fix things in the other 'verse.

As in, Dean kills Foyet in proper I'm-fresh-out-of-hell-and-you-did-WHAT-to-my-boyfriend?! style. With added bonus 'you think you're good with a knife? Boy, have I got some things to show you. Say hello to Alastair for me when you get down there'.

And Hotch (and the team) profile the fucking devil so well they manage to talk him down from trying to wipe out humanity. (He goes off to fuck up heaven instead.)

I've gotten bits and pieces of, well, backstory written up, plus some 'Dean meets the BAU' and 'Hotch meets hunters' scenes that I love, but I've gotten stuck on something really stupid and just haven't managed to get my brain to move past it, so I haven't actually written the parts I started writing the story for yet ^^" (this happens to me a lot).

What else?

I have been working, on and off, on a Critical Role Time Travel AU that's actually kind of a spin-off of my very first Critical Role fic which is 'Molly lives rent-free in Caleb's head for the entire rest of the campaign' because as I was watching it I was constantly thinking 'but how would Molly react to this?!' so I wrote it (some of it).

And then I thought 'okay, but what if, okay, I know time-travel is supposed to be semi-impossible, but what if it is technically POSSIBLE, it's just that going backwards through time essentially destroys the soul/spirit/whatever, EXCEPT, of course, that when Caleb does it, he has a BONUS SOUL coming along for the ride, and it's basically enough for Molly to get through more or less intact?'

And then the Moonweaver is like 'fuck, you are my Most Troublesome Worshipper, what am I going to do with you?' and Molly is, you know, themself, so the Moonweaver, also being a goddess of lovers trysts, nudges things until Lucien ends up with twin baby brothers (Molly and Kingsley are both Aspects of the same being, and thus inextricably linked, so bits and pieces of Kingsley got dragged along for the ride, only not enough for him to have more than Weird Instincts) and a bonus Moonweaver Cleric mum.

Was this an excuse to write canon!verse Tealeaf triplets? Yes. Yes it was.

Did it turn into a Ridiculous Epic Saga of the Tea Leaves (Molly, Kingsley, Caduceus, Keg, and Ophelia Mardun) treking across all of Wildmount trying to save people from the future and stumbling into messes along the way? Yes. Yes it did.

Did I actually manage to write any of the actual story? No. I wrote backstory instead, and ended up mostly writing about the adventures of two separate Parent Squads that are probably... 40-60% OCs? doing a tiny little Molly's bidding. It very much became a And You Get A Parent And You Get A Parent And You Get Three Parents story.

I have Such Plans for this AU (including, importantly, a Shadowidomauk endgame), but, alas, actually writing it is proving... difficult.

One more for luck?

Hmm... I have Ideas for a Peaky Blinders AU based on my Little Sallyanne fic? It's not very well fleshed out yet, but it definitely results in Sally murdering the shit out of her brother's terrible wife, adopting her nibling, and going on to severely fuck up nazis when WWII rolls around.

This one is Percolating, and I'm really not sure what I want to do with it, exactly. Just general Vibes of Tommy being the feral gremlin mentor to my beloved feral gremlin child. (Also, Sally getting semi-adopted by Alfie Solomons, maybe, because here's this child going around claiming to be Jewish when she's not, and Alfie's like 'no, either you fucking Stop That, or you commit to the fucking bit' and Sally's like '-starry eyes- Okay Dad'. I would have to do a lot of research to do this justice because I'm aware that I don't know enough to know how to write this properly ^^" Basically, I just want everyone adopting her like a starving feral cat who will absolutely bite the hand that feeds her)

Technically, I think you can say that things like Never Simple, Not All Who Wander, and the various other unfinished things on my writing blog are all on a backburner right now? As well as the next instalments in my Somewhere Just Beyond My Reach and Gramarye and Trapped In The Amber series also count. I am Thinking About Them a lot, but there's either not enough for me to get my teeth stuck into, or my teeth are stuck and I can't chew on them properly =P

[sepublic]

hihi this is a general purpose one from the oc and creators ask game feel free to narrow it down to ur faves (which i know we arent supposed to have but come on now) or from ur oc canon as a whole !!

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

Applying this question to my OC canon as a whole... Not really? My OCs are usually made in response to the story bringing up a role that suddenly needs filling. So for example, Lloyd and the other kids need a teacher at Arkley's, particularly one they can actually relate to, one who's genuinely concerned for them? In other words, that one nice teacher that everybody likes and remembers? Well, I fill in that spot and from there create Trexdis, throwing in character concepts and ideas that I've had floating about, and have always wanted to incorporate into something, before working from there.

In essence; The story needs a character, be it to flesh out a group, and/or provide a certain function/relationship to our characters. To serve as a piece of world building, because surely someone has to be in charge of this, etc. And from there, I look across a vast collection of bare-bones ideas and concepts for characters I have floating around; Stuff like a certain aesthetic, an unusual power I've wanted to toy around with... The basic structure of a backstory that informs their personality and motives, their mentality in life, that sort of thing.

Each concept doesn't have to be its own individual character, either; It's better if I combine a few to add more facets to an OC, while avoiding a crowded quantity over quality situation. Certain personalities and backstories are often devised from pieces of media I've liked, and wanted to try my own spin/take on...

For example, the Ensemble! I've always enjoyed the trope of the villains employing a mercenary that ends up working with them full-time, so what if the good guys did that instead? So I need at least one mercenary. And I was fascinated by the idea of a 'human' whose brain was actually a computer, essentially making them a robot in a meat suit, a natural reverse to the cyborg when it comes to the flesh-machine interface.

But what if we took that a step further? What if there were multiple robots in meat suits... And they were all synced? Because I like the idea of a singular mind spread out across multiple bodies, whom are more like different limbs than their own individuals, despite appearing as such. Robots are well-equipped to pull that off, and I have one operating a human body... So I mash them into a singular concept. From there I take this nebulous idea for an OC floating around, and then I use it to fill that 'mercenary working for the protagonists' role.

Lycan, Breda, Gene? It's because there needs to be a roster of actual students at Arkley's. Salazar? Started off as a necessary leader to the pre-existing Techno League (with an O, not an A). When I initially worked with the idea of various students being the children of big bad villains of notoriety, I needed a parent for Gene. Salazar already existed and I could make some similarities between him and Gene... And this aspect has since carried over.

Then there's groups like the Escapees or the Arkley Alumni; A fairly open sandbox for me to mess around with (the latter especially), and add any number of weirdoes, who manifest from concepts that are still unused. Organizing the Escapees felt fairly natural to me, and with Arkley's Alumni, there's a lot of empty space for me to fill in and create a new character from if I ever feel the need to.

If there's one OC whom I do struggle with, it's one I haven't properly introduced you guys to; His name is Shogaken, he's got this pretty bombastic, villainous personality, an evil warlord, that kind of thing. He initially started off as a canon character from another piece of media I was making an overly elaborate fanfic for (which is what the GEverse started off as), and I got attached to him and his design, the lore I fleshed out, etc. I basically re-characterized an 'interpretation' into an entirely different character.

So when I made the GEverse its own thing, I realized I could fully embrace this fact, and renamed him Shogaken as the beginning of the differentiation process, making this character my own. However, since I'm no longer wrapping the GEverse around the skeleton of another pre-existing storyline, I have the freedom to do whatever I want... Which means Shogaken's role is also liable to change.

And he started off as the ruler of the Underworld; But in a story where I get to decide everything, I'm not sure if I want the overseer of the afterlife to be so grounded and irresponsible. But I could make it work, so I'm trying different ideas out. Sometimes I don't want to force things, I just let time pass by, allow new influences to soak in, before I find inspiration.

And I guess there IS Beturos, who is another old OC of mine. He started off as a villain, and unlike Azayle or Magmint, I never made him an Escapee for some reason, when that idea came around... So I just haphazardly stuck him in somewhere. But now that the GEverse is no longer a fanfic/retelling, that means a lot of characters and roles from that original media are gone, left empty to be filled out; So I'll probably find something for Beturos there. Give him some justice, and probably some interactions with Azayle and Magmint, like old times. Maybe I'll just make him another Arkley's Alumnus...

Every now and then, I do come up with an idea for a character that I just want to do, independently of an established role; And if there isn't another pre-existing niche/character to attach this to, well, I don't usually struggle to build a new place for them. The story is already fairly open, and part of the premise is a big world with all sorts of weirdoes and their strange stories mucking about, so it doesn't take me too much to fit them in...

The real problem is deciding if I'm satisfied with that, or want to do something more/different, after all. And sometimes I'll debate giving a certain personality/backstory to this character, or that one, if I could just do both and make them different enough through some other means to justify it, etc. And when it comes to more intricate storylines... Right now, I’m taking it slow and easy, no rush. A lot of good ideas have come to me after finding new influences and inspirations. But that’s more a question of what they’ll do in canon, rather than their place in canon.

[sokuroda]

i haven’t done another one of these in literal months. it is January and the last I posted about things I completed was in November.

Mob Psycho 100 S3 -

my favorite show ever. I don’t even know what to say. i only got into mob like 2 years ago and im so glad i did. i sobbed at the ending. it was very bittersweet but i was so so happy for everyone. mob’s growth made me so so happy. genuinely just such a good show and i got my brother and my friend to watch mob too and they really enjoyed it. this is kind of a ridiculous statement to use in regards to a show but yknow, if i loved mob psycho less id be able to talk about it more. just so many emotions. the finale happened and one of my friends got several voice messages of me crying and just talking about it. i would really like to read the manga for it at some point, and i do plan to read the reigen spin-off as i do actually own it.

Cowboy Bebop -

I started watching this a few years ago and never finished so I thought I should finally come back to it, and it was worth it. It’s so good. The last few episodes made me sad. Just all the, lore episodes I guess, generally caused me a lot of pain. Ed and Ein leaving broke my heart. And honestly Faye’s backstory really got me. THE SONG THAT PLAYED DURING THAT PART TOO!!! SO GOOD. and don’t even get me started on Spike :( I did really like the cowboy episode though, the one with the YMCA or Young Men’s Cowboy Association. was a good episode, and the fridge lobster creature episode haunts me to this day.

Spy x Family - it’s just wholesome. always makes me laugh and is really a no thought head empty show and i enjoy that. i do keep up with the manga for this but it’s always nice to see it animated.

Chainsaw Man - obviously very positive thoughts about this one I love chainsaw man. Suffering from actual brain rot. the vibes are very different from the manga, it’s more cinematic ig but I do think it’s a great adaptation. The intro and all the outros are so good. Especially the Hayakawa family outro. I loved the voice actors. BEAM!!! His va is so good. I love just all the insane laughter from all the characters it brings me so much joy. I love chainsaw man !!!!

Vinland Saga - my brother is so into Vinland saga. And he has told me about it before. I thought I’d watch it because I knew a new season was coming out, and obviously he had hyped it up so much. And it was absolutely worth the hype. I binged like 16 episodes in a day and would have finished it in a day if I didn’t go see Puss in Boots ( which very good btw) It’s in my top 10 now, im not really one come up with a top 10 or anything. But if I had one Vinland Saga is definitely up there. I liked like all the characters. Thorfinn is great. Askeladd is so fucking cool. Canute and Thorkell phenomenal. Can’t believe thorfinn is so short too, like bro is minuscule im ngl. but anyways !!! Even like Bjorn I enjoyed. I was genuinely sad when he died. But anyways. I love Vinland saga too!!!

Kekkai Sensen/Blood Blockade Battlefront -

This wasn’t bad at all! Idk if I’ll watch the second season, but the first one wasn’t too bad. I did start watching it solely because of the outro, and yknow what the outro is really good and does make me very happy so I do stand by that decision. Was not expecting to hear Zoro’s VA in this so that was a pleasant surprise. Zapp overall was just a wild character, and he had a tiny ass waist like wtf was that all about. Anyways, was enjoyable overall.

Terror in Resonance - this show is so good. from what i can remember the music in it is good. There was a song I really liked but idk what it’s called unfortunately. It’s a good show to just binge. I liked it a lot. I cried at the end. I wasn’t expecting that to happen given like the premise of the show, I went into the show just thinking it was about terrorists, and to certain extent it is but also it’s more than that. Anyways, I guess I should’ve assumed things wouldn’t all be wonderful and happy by the end, but man… lots of really cool things within this show and overall just enjoyable though, so id definitely recommend!

currently watching - attack on Titan, one piece (im at thriller bark), buddy daddies, bungo stray dogs s4, and Vinland Saga S2

[rydrake6]

Shows/Stories I'm working on/Want to make

Scp: Adventures in the Anomalous

This one is going to be an Scp animated series centering around a Dr. Bright rewrite I made whose name is Michael Lumir and an anomaly that got hired by the foundation as a researcher. I don't want to spoil too much of it, but basically I'm rewriting some Scps like Scp-963 and Scp-590 as well as adding some of my own original scps into the mix. Two examples of which are fursuits that make you act like and gain the abilities of the animal they represent and a humanoid watermelon who will beat you to death with watermelons if you cut a watermelon. I'm also adding my own lore to the series. Like a lot of lore. Expect at least some angst at some point.

Over the Wishing Well

Over the Wishing Well plays off of the old nursery rhyme of "Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water." Basically, Jack and Jill are the main characters, as well as Puff the Magic dragon, but I'll get to that later. The main plot of the story is that all the magic in the world has disappeared and the only place that has any sort of magic left is one wishing well in a dangerous place. And Jack and Jill are going to go to try and find the wishing well to bring back the world's magic. I haven't decided whether or not it's going to be a movie or a show, but if it ends up being a show, then there's going to be something stopping Jack and Jill from reaching the wishing well. Similar to Shrek, Over the Wishing Well will put a spin on several fairy tales to create a whole new story. I might also make up some fairy tale characters to spice up the story a bit.

The only characters I have so far are Jack and Jill, Puff, and Rotten Mike. I don't really have any character background for Jack and Jill yet, but I do have it for Puff and Rotten Mike.

Puff is obviously from the nursery song Puff the Magic Dragon. The song has been adapted into a movie already from what I've heard, but my Puff is going to be a bit different. I was actually going to make Puff like the size of a cat or something, but then I listened to the song again and it described him as being gigantic, so I had to work around that. So my explanation for Puff being so small is that magic is what makes dragons big. Personality wise, Puff is snarky, a little materialistic, and kind of full of himself. But he's a funny little guy who's endearing once you get to know him. He's also got some abandonment issues because of the whole Jackie Paper thing.

Rotten Mike is one of my original characters and he kind of inspired this whole thing. Basically the idea I had for him was "A chill guy who's immortal and slowly rotting away." But basically his backstory is that he went to the wishing well and wished for immortality or something like that and he ended up getting what he wished for, but his body is rotting away. Mike's kind of like the "Don't judge a book by it's cover" character because he looks freaking terrifying and he probably smells horrible, but he's actually a really sweet guy.

I also have this idea for like a rivalry of sorts where Puff hates Rotten Mike for some reason. I've played around with the reason why being that Rotten Mike is Jackie Paper and Puff hates him because he abandoned him after growing up. Idk if I'll stick with that idea though.

Bane of the Reaper

Bane of the Reaper is going to be an animated short film about the lives of grim reapers. Mainly centering around a dragon grim reaper named Vrono, who is tired of seeing so much death. I'd say more, but this one is more in the idea phase.

Fuzzed Shenanigans

Fuzzed Shenanigans is a series I've had on my brain for a while now. Basically it's exactly what it sounds like, furry characters getting into wacky adventures. The main characters are my mascot/fursona, Flame Rydrake, and his parole officer, Volt, who is a blue tiger. Basically Flame is like the most wanted criminal in the world, but he can't be kept in prison. The cops have kind of given up on jailing him and now just deal with whatever interdimensional nonsense he brings into their world. This is one of the few things I'm planning to make that doesn't really have a lot of lore or a consistent story line. There is no overarching plot. Just wacky, nonsensical adventures. The closest thing to lore I have for this is that nobody knows Flame's real backstory, even him. And that Flame is the only Flame in existence and there is no other Flame Rydrake in any other dimension. Also this thing where Flame appears in everything I make at least once. Even if he's just a background character.

[frustratedpker]

Good thinking! I think that's the only logical explanation too. It does make sense and it has to be like this, taking into account the chronological order of the events

Personally, I am kind of mitigated though. When I first read the first issues, before anything about him was revealed I headcannoned him in his late '20s (like 27-28). Obviously, that doesn't add up with the rest of the information we got later. So, all information considered, I personally would now place him in his '30s.

Still, let me explain my initial line of though:

It baffles me how young he looks without his helmet (at least to me). Still, I don't know whether it is just the art style or a deliberate choice of the artist. But we should take into account that these short stories are a much later addition to the source material and are actually spin-offs.

Still, judging from his personality alone (no backstory involved), I'd make him much younger. One would imagine that by his age he would have developed some brains, but that's the main point of his whole character. He used to be curious once and has been succumbing to the same fatal flaw ever since. Him being in his '40s highlights that even more than him being in his -let's say- 20's when this kind of immaturity is natural and to be expected.

Also, other traits he displays (like letting others push him around, impulsive actions) are generally associated with younger people (stereotypically speaking, it can happend to anyone). Which makes me wonder about the attitude of his colleagues like Angus etc. Not that I believe that he would be any kinder if he knew (because I suppose he doesn't) Camera 9's actual age.

Plus, he hangs out a lot with Lyla who (despite being an android) I would place in her '30s. I always imagined these two as belonging to the same generation.

(I know that him being in his '40s doesn't contradict any of the aforementioned)

Extra note: if we take into account the headcannon that he lost his nationality because his country doesn't exist anymore, we could find an approximate birth date for him, but since this isn't a headcannon I comply with I won't analyse this point of view

Doing the math (according to my headcannons):

Graduating at 21, working at newspapers and making a name for a couple of years [3-4] (I always imagined him as someone with an almost instant success in the field - just to make his downfall even more angstier), so he starts the hot spot coverages at about 25-30 and keeps going for some years (not many). He loses his nationality, becomes Camera 9. You are right here, he mustn't have been working at 00 for a long time since people do remember Stefan Vladuck.

So, I'd say he's 35+ when the actual story takes place. I like the number 37 for some reason.

Our views don't differ a lot. But it is as if, in my mind, Stefan is 27, 37 and 45 at the same time depending the point of view I analyse him from xD

But technically speaking, anything from 30+ could be possible chronologically.

Hello! I hope you're doing well! I was thinking about Stefan (to no one's surprise) and I was wondering how old he could be. As a Stefan expert, I'd like to hear your thoughts on this subject

Hi! I'm doing well, hope you're well too.

I would say in his 40s, based on what he has done so far. We would also have to consider how long he has been Camera 9, but let's speculate:

I don't know how old you would typically graduate from journalism school, but let's assume around 24-25, then, I guess he didn't started as a hotstop journalist right away, he likely worked writing articles or notes for newpapers. Maybe he started his real career in his late 20s or early 30s. He did make a name for himself in the field. He is talented, so it may happen right away, but I'd say it took some time, so maybe mid to late 30s? Maybe he lost his nationality around that time, too... and we don't know how long he has been Camera 9, but it can be THAT long since people still recognize the name Stefan Vladuck (though nobody knows it's him).

I may be missing or overseeing a lot of details, but, yeah, I would say on his 40s.

What do you think?

[mythicandco]

She isn’t sure why she says it.

Maybe out of pure curiosity - because it’s just the first name that pops into her head, for some reason.

But a name pierces the eerie quiet of the strange in-between dimension, a place that looks like a Demon Realm-style fun house on steroids. Dark liquid lapping against the wildly-twisting, greenish walls is the only sound here other than a human girl’s breathing.

“Philip Wittebane.”

The moment the name leaves her tongue Luz Noceda realizes she should probably check on her mother. Wasn’t that the whole point of this in the first place? But before she gets a chance to correct herself, a cube slowly floats out of the dark liquid around her, as though simply appearing for her is a difficult task. For a few moments it simply hovers there, it’s sides dripping black goo.

Then the side closest to her turns shiny and gold. Her heart rate increasing, the girl moves forward to take it - and then stops. What if it’s just his coffin, or something? Certainly Philip Wittebane would be long dead by now if he’d written his journal back in the 1600s.

But curiosity once again triumphs over doubt and Luz takes the cube in her hands. The worst that could happen is I see a skeleton, she thinks. Big deal. I’ve seen skeletons before.

Unlike the cube that showed her King, Eda, and Hooty, it takes a moment of her holding it for the thing to flash white and transfer her into a reflection. She finds herself holding her breath, and when the cube finally responds to her touch, the girl is caught off-guard and nearly drops it, severing the connection.

Luz is able to hold on, however, and she blinks as things come into focus around her. She is in the reflection of a glass picture frame. It’s holding up some painting of a black spider and a little red bird, she thinks, but her face is so close to the parchment she can’t tell for sure.

She turns her attention to the room around her, and chokes back a gasp at the most notable feature - a large, circular ring with white-and-gold wings splayed at its sides. It vaguely resembles Hunter’s staff, but that isn’t the most worrying part - it’s being constructed around the portal door, which was supposed to be destroyed. Worst of all, it looks nearly completed.

Luz covers her mouth and ducks to the bottom of the reflection as something moves in the dark - an old man with dirty blonde hair, dull blue eyes, and a dark green scar on his face. He’s wearing robes typical of the Emperor’s Coven, but she doesn’t recognize him-

Wait.

Is that Emperor Belos? Without his mask? Luz never thought she’d actually see him like this. He looks... like a sad old man. The girl frowns, but then the impact of what this means hits her full-force and her eyes widen in pure shock. She had said Philip’s name.

“NO,” she says aloud. “NO WAY.”

Belos stiffens and spins around, his eyes narrowing. They dart to his mask, which is laying next to a closed book a few feet away from him. “Who’s there?” he demands. “Spying on the emperor is an offense punishable by death.”

Luz drops the cube out of pure reflex, severing her connection to the castle. It begins to sink back into the goo, but she lets out a yelp and grabs it again.

“No, bad cube,” she scolds. “I still need your help.” Luz loosens her hold on it, but it doesn’t light up again. “Hey, come on, go back to the castle,” she says. “Please?”

The cube doesn’t respond. She shakes it. Still nothing. “Let me see Emperor Belos again! Come on, cube!” But the cube doesn’t listen. Luz grunts in frustration.

“You’re on a mission, Luz. Focus.” Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, the girl does just that.

“Show me Philip Wittebane.”

It still kind of shocks her that it works; but it does, and Luz finds herself in the reflection of the eye on the door. Staring straight at Emperor Belos.

Both sides let out identical exclamations of surprise, and for the fourth time in the past half an hour, Luz almost drops the godforsaken cube. She hisses “mierda” under her breath before she can stop herself, and is surprised to hear Belos use a profanity of his own that she easily recognizes as from the Human Realm.

The two stare at each other for a moment, and Luz takes another few moments to look at Belos’s face. He really does seem like a sad, old man, even more so up close. His blue eyes have no shine in them, and his hair is in desperate need of a good combing through. She can only see one of his ears, but it’s noticeably smaller than any other witches’ she’s seen so far and has a nick in it, and a disturbing thought occurs to her that she quickly pushes aside.

Heavy bags under his eyes - even more noticeable than the Golden Guard’s - are also present, but the most horrifying part of his face is the strange green scar. Luz doesn’t know what it’s from, but it doesn’t look like anything from the Human Realm.

“Surprised?” she asks, summoning up every ounce of strength that she can. Belos can’t hurt her where she is right now, she’s pretty sure. Even if he destroyed the reflection, it would be destroying the door, and she’s fairly certain that that would only sever the connection again, not actually kill her. He takes a step back with a grimace.

“The Owl Lady’s human pet,” the emperor practically snarls, and Luz flinches. “Guess it was only a matter of time before you tapped into this as well.”

Luz has no idea what he means, but she holds her ground. “Yeah, well, it’s a lot easier when your notes are helping me with it,” she replies. “You are Philip Wittebane, aren’t you?” Her voice trembles for some reason. Now is not the time to get excited about a potentially very dramatic backstory, she mentally tells herself.

Even if you really, really, really want to hear everything about it and take notes.

It’s Belos’ turn to wince, and he reaches for his mask. “You got ahold of my journal?” he asks in a voice that sounds more surprised than resentful.

“It was in the library for a reason,” Luz neglects to mention the paper dragon and the Forbidden Stacks and Amity-

No, Luz. Focus. “But, um, yes.”

A dry laugh escapes the emperor’s throat. “I assumed no one was going to let a human into the Forbidden Stacks.”

Luz blinks, the puzzle pieces in her mind still not quite fitting together. “But if you’re Philip Wittebane, then doesn’t that make you human, too?” She is pretty sure that was right, but with her brain still kind of frazzled by the fact that Philip and Belos were the same person, she might’ve forgotten how the laws of nature worked.

Belos chuckles again, this more sharp and harsh. Luz backs up, but with holding the cube in her hands she doesn’t get any further away from him. He puts the mask on and turns away. “I’m hardly human anymore.”

This is an interesting development. “Ooh, is this like from the Henry Pottery books? If you drink unicorn blood, you’re immortal, but also-”

“This is nothing like that.”

“Oh.” Luz frowns. “Could you tell me what it actually is, then?”

Belos whirls around, uncomfortably close to the door’s reflection. “No.”

Luz let’s out a yelp and the cube shatters in her hands. “Crap,” she says, trying to take the pieces and put them back together. Apparently he did get mad enough to break the door. With a deep inhale, the girl tries to steady herself.

Remember, Luz, she tells herself mentally. You’re on a mission to contact your mom. Worry about what just happened once you tell her what’s going on. She’s still freaking out a little, but the girl breathes a few times and promises herself she’ll look into the Philip-Belos mystery once this is over and taken care of. She opens her eyes again.

“Camila Noceda.”

[artemiseamoon]

Playing with Fire 2

Poison x named f reader 

Words: 3,687

Warnings: angst, misogyny , sexual vibes

Credit to GIF makers 

This chapter: We learn more about Adria ( the named reader) and how she got involved with this life. So backstory!

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💫After this chapter, the fic moves to A03

Flashback

You stared at this painting more times than you can count. You could still remember the time your father had it put up. At the time, you were 7 years old and snuck into the office. As a child and teen, it was a place of mystery for you, a place where your father and grandfather went to talk business, a place you weren't allowed to go. Until the day you were.

“Adria, are you listening?”

Your fathers voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yes.” You replied.

“It wasn’t an easy sell, Adria. You know I don’t make the rules,” he rested his hands on the table, “you’ll have to work three times as hard as a man does. But I know you are smarter than any man I could send to do this job. The kind of impression we need to make, only you can do that. I don’t love the idea of sending you, but we need our best, you’re it.”

Your eyes moved around the room, not settling on anything as you think of a response. After going over your options, you went with your first thought,

“So, what exactly do you want me to do? I’ve already managed the first exchange. What is this longer assignment? You’ve been vague with details.”

Your father replied, “I don’t trust him, I need eyes there. You know that. We all do, " he looked around the room, meeting everyone's eyes, "This is my way of having eyes. If we have a base of operations there, we stay close, even if he has eyes on us.

Sitting up straight, you pushed your chair closer to the table edge and rested your elbows on the surface. "You’re not saying - I’m not moving there?

He quickly answered, “No. Someone else will. Before I send a team, I need to know what that location is worth. I need to know the true value and if we're getting fucked over or not. I need to know if there is anything that will bite me in the ass later.”

You felt unsure about all this since he first mentioned it. Your family already had some shady business associates, it was unavoidable at this point, but the bigwig in Colombia? He may be the worst of all. It's not the kind of man you want to work for, or anywhere near - but that wasn't up to you, and you had no say in the matter.

Your father is the kind of man it's hard to say no to, near impossible at times. You did try to back out of this, even took a trip with some friends to conveniently disappear during the talks, but he wasn't hearing it.

Your father continued, “If anything is off Adria, I want to know before I take over that location. I don’t want anyone's past mistakes hurting my profits, or my family.”

With thoughts spinning in your brain, you picked up the drink in front of you. It was custom, everyone got a glass before the talks started. You had no intentions of drinking this early, but with this news, you may need more than one.

As you swirled the liquid in the glass, your mind continued to race. After a moment, you took a big gulp then set the glass down.

“You can do this, Adria.”

With your eyes still downcast, you took another sip and swallowed. Your father waited patiently until your eyes met his.

He added, "I trust you with this. You're the only one who can do it right."

It was too soon to take another drink, but you held the glass to your lips, ready to down the thing just to take the edge off. The room is quiet, your father and grandfather sit in silence. Everyone waiting for your response.

A moment later, you replied calmly, “I know.”

- Flashback over -

Day 1 in Colombia

In about an hour, you start your first day at the warehouse.

A mix of nervousness, excitement, and apprehension all mix in your gut. Your father was right, this job is right up your ally, despite how upset your brother is that he wasn't chosen for the secret task.

It's been a point of contention for years now, your father favoring you for business things. But your brother is a fuck up, and he'd run this whole thing into the ground in a week.

Instead of working and digging beneath the surface of the deal, he'd be partying all night and running around like some wannabe narco. It's one the many reasons he's purposely kept in the dark and only tasked to smaller jobs, and never alone, he always has some kind of a babysitter whose keeping tabs and communicating with your father.

Even with your family's confidence about all this, the security concern is still very real, and you arrived with a whole team, some from home, and some local. Anything you could need, there's someone to call for it. The fact that you're a woman automatically means more precautions and more protection.

Though there are things to fear, you do feel confident about your ability to get this done. They don't call you a fixer for nothing. Aside from office work, day-to-day operations, and managing important deliveries, you are damn good at recognizing problems and questionable patterns. You expect to use every one of your skills for this assignment.

…

Giving yourself a once over in the mirror, you decide to stick with the outfit you have on and leave your hair as it is. You did change a few times, but it was all due to first day nervousness. When you walk in there, you need it to be clear you mean business and you're not here to be cute or make friends. The suit and updo get that across perfectly.

José, one of your guards, catches your attention as he entered the room.

"Adria, your ride is approaching." He announces.

"Thank you, José." You grab your bag, drape a jacket over your left arm, then leave the house.

The slight breeze instantly cools your skin. It will take some getting used to, the Colombian heat. It's a different kind of hot. You watch a nice black car pulls up before the house. As you head down the steps, you see the driver and smile.

Poison is reclined in the driver's seat, hand on the steering wheel, looking like a model ready to get his photo taken. Rounding the car, you reach to passenger seat, and he opens the door for you.

“We meet again.”

You say in a neutral voice, trying to hide your excitement. Not that the smile on your face wasn't giving you away already.

Poison watches you enter the car, his cocky grin glued to his lips, “only the best for you Princesa,” he pauses to greedily take you in with his eyes, “keeping you safe is part of the deal.”

Your smile turns into a small grin as you latch the seat belt around your body.

You set your purse on your lap and glance at him, he winks at you, “Poison, I do have my own security team, and driver. Did the boss send you? Or did you take this job for yourself?”

Poison doesn’t answer your questions. An amused expression lingers on his face as he starts the car and begins to drive.

...

You didn’t want to admit how much you think about that interaction a week ago. But now, all you can think about is seeing him for the first time and how it would feel to touch him; to run the soft pads of your fingers across his bicep, to climb into his very inviting lap, to staddle is strong looking thighs. Poison not only looks good, but he also smells good, and it's setting your body on fire.

After being on the road for a few minutes, you need something to stop your dirty thoughts. You start reaching over to the radio when Poison shoots you a very stern look. it causes you to stop on your tracks as you stare at him,

“Ohh, you’re one of those no-one- touches-my car guys?”

Poison smirks, “or drives it,” his eyes move from the road to you, “I could make an exception, but it will cost you.”

“Oh yea, what?”

He points to his lips, “Then you can touch the radio.”

Bringing your fingers to your chin, you pretend to think about it. You draw it out until he seems focused on the road again and quickly plant a kiss on his cheek. Poison turns slightly, attempting to catch your lips with his own but fails.

“That wasn't my lips querida.”

Even from his profile, you can see the slight disappointment in his face, but he's more amused than anything. When his eyes meet yours again, you pout at him.

He can’t resist and nods to the radio, “Go ahead.”

Feeling proud of yourself, your frown turns into a small smile as you turn the radio on.

...

After a short while, and a couple of songs you find yourself staring out the window, thinking about how your day will go. As the possibilities play out in your mind, you let out a sigh. This catches Poison's attention, and he glances at you.

“Bored?” He asks with a crooked brow.

You observe him before answering. Those brown eyes were going to be the death of you. You know it. You feel that stupid big smile returning to your lips and try to subdue it.

“Yes, “you decide to fuck with him, “Bored out of my mind.”

Poison laughs. Part of you wonders if you should mess with him so much, he is dangerous after all . But he seemed to know you're just kidding and doesn't take it seriously.

Your eyes linger, taking in how hot he looks driving his car. His biceps, forearm, his hands; how tight his shirt is, how good his thighs look in those pants…when Poison moistens his lips you nearly lose it. Tearing your eyes away from him, you focus on the view from the window.

Poison grins to himself as a brief silence passes between you both. The space soon filled with the next song on the radio. He likes that you're checking him out, if anything, he's sad you looked away so soon.

Poison motions to the backseat with his free hand. “We can do something about that."

You nibble your bottom lip and think about his words.

That would be the perfect cure for fake boredom, wouldn't it? Fucking him in the backseat of his car. Yes, you would like that, very much. But it’s too soon to make a crazy decision, right? It's only your first day.

Deciding to calm down and play it cool, you rest back against the passenger seat, resisting the urge to look at him. A moment passes, then you reply,

“How about you do some more hot driving and pay attention to the road.”

When Poison glances at you, he's met with a smug grin, and you hand moving seductively up and down the seatbelt across your chest.

Unable to look away, Poison watches you stroke the seatbelt. “Hard to do that when you’re being a tease.”

Holding back a laugh, you come to a sudden stop and rest your hands innocently on your thighs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Poison pulls up in front of the warehouse and stops the car. Before you can think of another comment, he moves into your space, his face so close you could kiss him. The amusement in his eyes is replaced by something else, something serious.

Any words or thoughts you have fall away, you become consumed with how close he is, how his cologne possesses your senses, the way his body crowds your own.

Remaining stone faced, Poison places two fingers under your chin and gently lifts your head until your eyes meet his. Those brown eyes fill with lust as they linger on your lips, your breath catches in your throat, your body comes alive.

Poison inches closer, taking his time until your lips almost touch. He gazes deep in the eyes, like he’s looking into your soul. When he brushes your lower lip with his thumb you let out an audible breath,

“Be careful Princesa.” He whispers.

A warning never felt more like an aphrodisiac than now. An intense heat washes over you as you suck in a breath, remembering to breathe.

Pleased with your reaction, Poison releases your chin and moves away. “Don’t be late.”

The corners of his lips curving into a smile. You take one more look at him as you gather yourself, then exit the car.

You weren’t running away from him per se, but you were so turned on you could barely think straight, and you needed a moment to center before walking into the warehouse.

…

Poison sticks around for a little while.

He initiates the introductions and makes sure no one fucks with you. It was cute to watch, him being all tough and doing his job. It was especially enjoyable whenever he caught someone making a sexual comment.

In the middle of the day, he left for a couple of hours. At first, you were a little disappointed, but you were also grateful. Poison leaving gave you less distractions, you could work without a sexy man being in arms reach.

He didn't have to do a damn thing but stand there, wide stance, arms folded, a dead serious expression on his handsome face. It was enough to awaken your desire and interfere with your ability to focus. Poison is a fucking distraction of the worst kind, and you hope he won't be tagging along too much, at least not during working hours.

The day goes on without any major issues, the expected hiccups and apprehension included. Poison returned in time to drive you back home, it’s an offer you were more than happy to take.

The ride back was much like the first, music playing on the radio as you two engaged in flirty banter. You even asked him again if he was assigned this job or took it himself, Poison never gives you a full answer, only replying that “he’d be around”.

You know Poison is a head sicario, Pablos main guy. He's likely one of the busiest men alive. How would babysitting you fit into that? Despite having more questions than answers, you don’t push. The man has a vibe about him, and whenever you did ask something he didn't want to answer, you could feel this cold chill. It's better not to push.

…

Two hours later, at home

Wrapped in a warm and expensive bathrobe, you make yourself some dessert. You're only a few bites in when the phone rings. Leaving the comfort of the couch, and your tasty dessert, you head to the closest phone and pick it up. The voice on the other end instantly brings a smile to your face.

“Miss me already?” You ask, holding the receiver between your left ear and shoulder.

“Adria, come dancing with me.”

Poison’s voice is so smooth, you can envision the look in his eyes as you listen to him speak.

Intrigued, you sit on the edge of the table and twirl the cord with your fingers, “hmmm, no.”

On the other side of the line, Poison grins and brushes the curtain aside to look out at the street. He makes you wait for his response, saying nothing as the conversation goes quiet.

“Adria?”

Making him wait is becoming quite a pleasurable activity for you. You let the silence linger before saying, “Poison?”

“Come dancing with me.” This time it sounds like less of a question.

Was it a command?

His tone reaches the deepest parts of you, quickening your pulse and bringing a rush of dirty images to mind. Taking a breath, in effort to calm your body, you release it slowly and entertain the offer.

You wonder, what harm would a little dancing do?

What if you cut the night short before anything crazy happened? That way, you get to play a little without getting in too deep.

“Okay, Roberto, 2 hours max.”

After giving you instructions, Poison hangs up the phone. You were to be ready at 9pm for pick up.

A little while later

You knew exactly what kind of reaction the short black skirt and leopard print top would get out of Poison. That's why you wore it. The entire ride to the Discoteca your anticipation grew, leaving you vibrating with excitement.

Upon arrival, his driver escorts you inside the club and past the gawking faces. It’s easy to ignore their comments when you come upon the VIP table. There in the middle, Poison sits, arms stretched out across the top of the booth. He looks as yummy as ever and the leather jacket is icing on the cake.

“Princesa, “ he swoons, becoming instantly drunk on your appearance, “damn.”

He nearly runs over his friend to get out of the booth. You stand there, holding back a laugh as you watch him approach you. He looks like a bull in a china shop. Finally reaching you, Poison runs his hand over his hair and takes you in with a grin.

“Now what?” You ask teasingly holding his steamy gaze.

He's melting right before your eyes; the man can't find his words. He bits his lip and reaches for your hand, “shall we?”

His hand is big, strong, and warm as it engulfed your own. Poison leads you to the dance floor, keeping a tight grip on you the entire time. Whenever someone gets too close, he puts his hand on your side and steers you away from them.

Despite the pulsing heat between your bodies, you realize Poison can't dance for shit. He's a terrible dancer, you're sure no one would ever tell him to his face. Deciding to have fun with it, you enjoy yourself anyway.

You only stop dancing when your shoes start to hurt your feet. Poison guides you back to the table and takes the seat next to you. A new round of drinks is delivered, and multiple conversations begin.

As the night went on, no matter who you chatted with, you were never out of Poisons sights for too long.

…

After some more dancing, it was almost time to leave. You step away to the restroom, feeling a bit torn. Part of you wants to stay, the other part of you knows it's smarter to leave.

When you exit the bathroom, you notice Poison waiting down the hall, leaning against the wall. He nods to his left, where another small hallway is. You only know because you missed the bathroom the first time, instead finding a storage room.

You follow him down the short hallway. He stops first and turns to face you.

While holding your gaze, Poison places his hand on his chest dramatically, “Leaving so soon?”

“It will be two hours in three minutes.” You hold up your wrist, showing your watch.

Poison closes the space between your bodies and takes hold of your forearm. He slides his hand down until he reaches your wrist. Locking eyes with you, Poison slowly turns the watch until the clock faces him.

As he does this, strands of dark hair fall from his perfectly styled do like a curtain over his left eye. You nibble your bottom lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch his hair.

“Two minutes,” he says calmly, still not letting go of your wrist, “it’d be a shame to waste it.”

Your eyes fall to his lips, “you have a point...it would be wasteful…'' you trail off, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue glides across his lips. You imagine what those lips, that tongue, that mouth could -

You can’t take it anymore.

Possessed by passion you jerk forward and press your lips against his. The sound that leaves off his lips is some kind of moan or growl, whatever it is, its sexy as hell.

Poison grabs the back of your neck, drawing you deeper into the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He pins you against the wall with his body weight and you can feel everything as the kiss intensifies.

There’s nothing shy or graceful about his kiss. It’s primal, passionate, hungry, take-me-now under a full moon kind of kiss. The type that leaves you drunk and dizzy as you lose yourselves in one another.

Your hands explore each other's bodies; touching, grabbing, caressing. Needing closer contact, Poison lifts your left leg, hiking it around his hip. He bunches your skirt up and the moment his hard cock presses against your moist panties, he moans in your mouth.

The kiss only breaks when your lungs scream for air, even then, Poison doesn’t let you rest long before reclaiming your lips again. You lose time, the world stops, it's only you and Poison in some dark hallway as music blares from the other room.

When the kiss breaks a second time, you rest against the wall and catch your breath. His bedroom eyes are downright sinful, and you were sure, if you stayed any longer, you’d likely fuck him right here.

In between catching his breath, Poison whispers pet names as he kisses your neck, his hands sliding inside your top and over your bra.

“Sure, you want to go home? We’ve only just started having fun.”

As much as it hurts to leave, you know you have to. It was clear, leaving Colombia without fucking him might be impossible but you couldn’t do it yet, it's too soon.

You're here for a month and the last first impression you need is this. You need people to take you seriously. It's better to get your horny ass home and take the edge off yourself.

Forcing a smile, you slide away from him and fix your clothes.

“If you’re good we can continue where we left off one day.” After fixing your skirt you go back to him and run your fingers through his hair. He melts under your touch, "I need my beauty sleep.”

Poison closes his eyes and breaths softly as you play with his hair. He anchors one hand on your hip, the other slides around to your lower back.

When he lifts his eyes back to yours, it makes your breath catch. His eyes are warm, soft, filled with emotion. The red-hot desire is still there, just now, something else is present too, lingering around the fire.

“Fuck,” he says under his breath and takes one hand away to adjust himself in his pants. “Look how you’re leaving me.”

You plant a sweet kiss on his lips and walk backward down the hall before he can pull you back to him.

"Goodnight Roberto.”

Part 3 (will take you to a03) | teaser for part 3

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