#never got involved w their governments

[owliellder]

My Superstar

post RE4! Leon Kennedy x afab Musician! Reader

MDNI 18+

Description: Leon was a fan of you. It was a well kept secret, how much he enjoyed your music and watching you perform. A little bit of lying can get a man a long way.

Warnings: Not proofread, Porn w/ lots of plot, Unprotected p in v (stay safe), some minimal stalkerish behavior, vague mention of a PTSD-induced panic (it's very short), awkwardness

Tags: Strangers to lovers, post RE4! Leon, Dom! Leon, Sub! Reader, this can be considered slow burn (?), multiple instances of masturbation cause Leon is touch starved, praise kink, handjob, oral (m! and f! receiving), fingering, nipple play, inappropriate use of mama, grinding, cowgirl position, Leon manhandling the reader a bit, this man cannot keep his hands off of you!!

Word Count: 11k

Cross posted onto Ao3

Note: Spent days working on this. DAYS!! It's crazy that I can sit here at work all night, multiple nights in a row, and write smut.

Anyways, thank you for reading

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Leon Kennedy was one of the government's best agents; fighting horrors beyond the general public's comprehension like it was nothing at this point. He was only 28, yet he was rugged, stoic, and damn near emotionless. Every agent he's ever interacted with knew next to nothing about him. Outside of work, this man was an absolute enigma.

He stayed in a comfortable one bedroom, one bathroom apartment that was provided by the government. It was practically barren due to his line of work. What was the point of having anything if you're never there to enjoy it?

On the rare occasion Leon had more than a few weeks of quiet, he strictly kept to himself; declining invitations to go out and drink with his fellow agents, ordering in whenever he decided he was hungry, and even flat out ignoring anyone who approached him when he was performing his more domestic duties, like grocery shopping.

The blond had manners, sure, but he didn't want to entertain anyone's idea of him, especially the women. He was approached in that way often due to his muscular appearance and mysterious atmosphere. It was a bit of a pain for him to deal with. He just wanted to be left alone during his highly valued time away from agent work.

Leon looks and acts like the type of guy to just be a stick in the mud. He rarely ever indulged the other agents in his personal affects.

One evening while stuck doing paperwork from his last mission, the blond was dragged into a nearby conversation when one of the agents asked about his music taste. More specifically, if he preferred one music artist over another. All he did was shrug and said he didn't know the names, which stunned everyone involved in the conversation. When asked about not knowing two very popular artists, he even went so far as to say: "I don't listen to music."

Little did everyone know that Leon Kennedy was a filthy, dirty liar.

He listened to music, oh he did. This seasoned agent, who fought actual hellspawn, was a fan of you.

Actually, fan would be an understatement. He was a super fan.

Leon discovered your music a year ago while in a drunken stupor after he'd come back from Spain. He was in an incredibly tough spot mentally, physically too, and he just needed something to help with the constant feeling of dread clouding his thoughts. Amidst his drinking spree, he caught a glimpse of you when scrolling through TV channels.

The agent paused for a long moment before switching the channel back, his body lagging behind his brain. He was very wary at first, seeing as he really wasn't a music guy, but something about your voice drew him in further. Of course Leon blamed it on the massive amount of alcohol he'd drank, dismissing the tickling in his stomach with a shake of his head as he switched to a different channel.

From there, it spiraled.

Everywhere he went, he heard bits and pieces of you; the grocery store, in a car passing by that had its windows rolled down, even from the other agents occasionally when he got stuck doing paperwork late into the night. You were slowly taking over his thoughts, and though he seemed calm and collected on the outside, it was driving him insane.

Leon didn't understand why you were able to mess with him like this. It was so unfair. He'd managed to keep his personal life the way he wanted it, the one thing he had control over, and now he owned all of your CD's and even a t-shirt for god's sake...

He indulged himself in everything that was you; the way you smiled in the few music videos you had, the nervous habits you had when he was able to watch your interviews, old and new, and even the way you dressed. It had him almost browsing similar clothes at the store, his gaze lingering for just a moment too long as he wondered if you'd like something like that.

The whole thing made Leon feel gross, perverted even, especially when you crept into his thoughts late at night. Turning down other women's advances meant he never really got any action, never really feeling the need to touch himself either, so he found himself a little more pent up than he originally thought he'd be. The smallest of thoughts about you had him straining against his pants at work.

Yes, embarrassingly, he'd masturbated to the thought of you. Multiple times at this point. He felt terrible, but what you didn't know couldn't hurt you, right? He could live with the shame.

The agent made sure not a soul knew about his growing obsession for you and your sound, that much he could control.

Despite feeling incredibly emasculated, you did well by him. He didn't drink as much as he used to and he spent just a little more time each day off making his apartment cozier, though that's not the craziest part. That title belongs to the fact that whenever you were brought up at work, he rather subtly joined in on conversations willingly. He acted uninterested, didn't even add to the conversation really, but it was an opportunity for him to learn about you that he wasn't going to pass up.

From that, Leon learned that you were doing a concert in this city next month! That seemingly insignificant bit of information that was casually mentioned by one of the other agents nearly knocked the fucking wind out of him.

"Yeah, they're going to be in town for a week or something." One agent spoke up, shrugging before he tilted his disposable coffee cup towards their slips to take a small sip. Leon managed to collect himself internally to reply, clearing his throat quietly beforehand. "This isn't a big city. What're they doing here?"

In an attempt to seem casual, he rested his left arm rested on the back of a chair as he held his own cup of coffee in his right hand, taking a sip from it.

"Dunno." The agent responded simply, shrugging a bit. The topic quickly shifted after that, leaving Leon to mull over the simple tidbit he'd learned.

The next few weeks were grueling for the blond, feeling as if time was purposefully slowing down on him. His anticipation was growing by the minute.

He had managed to finagle himself a backstage pass along with a VIP ticket the second he made it home to his personal computer after that conversation with his coworkers, thank you special government access. The printed ticket and pass taunted him from where it sat propped up against the bottom of the computer monitor.

Leon kept the ticket and pass somewhere he would remember them, somewhere they couldn't get lost when he had to rush to work in a haste, which was a common occurrence for the agent.

The last week of the month was when you were going to be in town for your concert. Thursday, to be specific. It was relatively easy for Leon to play off his absence at work, having called out sick for the entire week so no one would suspect anything. Honestly, everyone was more concerned since he never got sick and even on the rare occasion he was, he never called out.

It made Leon feel just slightly guilty when a few of his fellow agents decided to send him get well cards... he'll worry about that later.

Every day until Thursday decided to roll around, Leon was practically vibrating in his apartment. He was so worried he would somehow miss the concert, so he decided to occupy himself by scrubbing the damn place top-to-bottom. It helped him release that ever-building tension he was accruing as he oh so patiently waited.

Wednesday night, he couldn't sleep, the anticipation of this one single event made it hard for him to sleep ever since he learned about it. But with the promise of seeing you tomorrow, he was actually trembling in his bed.

The man had tried his best to control his urges regarding you, but tonight was really getting to him. Just to relax, he thought, it can't hurt. A common thought in his mind.

Leon lost track of time and spent over 2 hours edging himself, the adrenaline from knowing he'd get to see you in person, be in the same building as you, had him biting down on his knuckles as he roughly fisted his cock. He at least still had the dignity to keep himself quiet, mostly not wanting his neighbors to hear how needy he was. He also didn't want your name to accidentally slip out of his mouth.

God, the things you did to him. All he had to do was simply imagine you were the one stroking his cock and he was gone, pathetically whimpering into his hand. You didn't even know he existed, but hopefully you would after that concert. He wished he could show you how much he appreciated you one day soon.

After the agent came with your name on the tip of his tongue, he decided to give up on sleep. He was wide awake, now needing a shower after making a sizable mess all on his hand, exposed abs, and the blankets that had bunched up near his groin.

Only 10 minutes later, he came again, this time in the shower.

Leon checked himself over numerous times during the hours leading up to your concert; dressing in a shirt a size too small to show off his muscles, spritzing himself with just the right amount of a cologne that he totally didn't buy because you said you liked those certain perfume and cologne notes once before, even going so far as to make sure not a single strand of hair on his head was out of place.

The anxiety got to him and, of course, he left almost 5 hours early to stand in line at the stadium you'd be performing at. He found himself felt awkward standing by himself in line, almost second guessing his decision to even be here. Almost.

Once the employees at the stadium started checking tickets and leading people inside, the blond began to tremble with anticipation. This once stoic, cold man was now reduced to nothing more than a nervous fangirl, his lips pulled tight as his ticket and pass were checked and he was lead through a set of double doors. Despite all his years living and working in this area, Leon had never been inside this place. Hell, he didn't even know there was a stadium here.

The VIP ticket granted him one of the best spots in his opinion. He wasn't right up against the stage, but he was close enough to where he'd be in the crowd that got to interact with you personally.

Once again, Leon was feeling awkward as he sat stiffly next to people he didn't know. Hopefully he can grow a pair quick so he doesn't make an absolute fool of himself in front of you.

The crowd waited for a good 30 minutes or so, probably to give everyone enough time to settle, before the lights dimmed, causing everyone to cheer loudly. The man tapped his fingers against his muscular thigh anxiously, attempting to get his breathing under control.

He did not like being crowded like this, but he had to put up with it for just a couple hours in order to see your entire concert. He could handle that...

No he couldn't.

Only a few minutes after you entered the stage, everything got to him fast. The screaming, the lack of any form of personal space, and his climbing body temperature caused him to flee as casually as physically possible. Leon never considered that he wouldn't be able to handle such a loud and crowded environment.

He pushed his way forward, flashing his backstage pass to one of the security guards standing in front of the temporary fencing put up. They moved the fence slightly to let him through, to which he speed-walked his way towards the bathrooms, following the signs that led the way.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty since the concert had just started. The man chose to go into the family bathroom since it the door had a lock and he didn't want anyone walking in on him while he calmed himself.

For fucks sake, he can do this! He knows he can, he has to. He bought the damn ticket and pass, he needed to see you.

After giving himself awhile to calm down, Leon eventually walked out of the bathroom, ready to go back in and claim his seat once more. The sound of music echoed through the large hallway that surrounded the area you were performing, causing his nerves to spike again for just a brief moment.

He took a deep breath and walked over to another security guard that stood by the set of doors he walked out of previously, using his pass once more to get back in since it led through the fenced off area.

The second the blond walked through, he froze, his eyes landing on you up on the stage. Your voice was so clear now, the way you moved and sang with a smile causing the corners of his lips to peak up slightly.

He just couldn't keep his eyes off of you, making his walk back to his seat incredibly drawn out. Seeing you at every angle possible at the moment was making his heart flutter, and shamefully, his dick twitch. He was grateful anything below his torso was obstructed by everyone jumping and dancing around him.

The lyrics to your songs resonated with Leon like nothing before, your proximity making it feel like you were singing directly to him. For him.

The concert lasted a little longer than either you or Leon had anticipated due to a random technical issue with the mic you were wearing.

It was funny to you, the slight and very short lasting hiccup caused you to joke with one of your bandmates, your hushed voice and laugh being picked up by their mic. God, Leon could listen to your laugh for hours.

Regardless of any mistake, your concert was nothing less than perfect to the man. To him, you could do no wrong, that much was clear by the way he zeroed in on you and you alone for the entire duration of the performance.

After thanking the audience with a grin and a wave, you exited the stage with your bandmates and retreated backstage to shed that post-concert adrenaline. All those eyes watching you? Yeah, that'll always be nerve-wracking, no matter how many times you do it.

You settled next to your drummer on a particularly uncomfortable couch, your guitar sitting propped up on a stand not too far away. The downtime after a concert was always very appreciated, considering you lacked any sort of energy after the adrenaline finally wore off. Your voice had grown hoarse, throat now sore, and ears ringing from the volume of the music earlier.

You wanted to have a chance to collect yourself properly before you met up with anyone that had a backstage pass, which was normally reserved for people actually working the event. You liked to keep it easy for you and everyone involved, which meant you only ever green-lit a very small number of them to be sold to the general public.

As much as you loved your fans, you wanted to keep your after-concert relaxing at a maximum. This kind of life was stressful, as fun as it was. You didn't want to come at your fans' throats because you were too exhausted to answer questions. The last thing you wanted was to get mad at people who were just excited to meet you.

Luckily for you, it doesn't seem very many people were able to acquire a backstage pass. Most were left to event workers, it seemed. A few stragglers had made it backstage with the help of security to get a picture and have you and your bandmates sign a poster or a shirt.

One final man wandered backstage an hour after the concert had ended, one you didn't notice as your exhaustion was really presenting at this point. Your bassist was the first to notice Leon, righting themselves from their spot leaning against the wall to greet him with a handshake.

The drummer and keyboardist followed suit, slowly leading the agent over to where you now sat on the floor, back against the couch since it had grown too uncomfortable for you.

You were nudged by your bassist, causing you to grumble and open your eyes to look up at whoever decided to rouse you. Catching sight of Leon prompted you to quickly stumble upwards onto your feet.

Smiling awkwardly, you reached your hand out to shake his hand, which he gladly accepted with a tender smile of his own.

"Leon." he stated simply, his eyes lidded as he looked into yours. "Very happy to finally meet you and your band."

This man was fucking gorgeous and he had the voice of a pornstar. Maybe he was a pornstar? Who knows, you weren't one to judge, especially not someone who's looking at you like that.

You introduced yourself, rather breathlessly as you'd stood yourself up too fast. "I'm sorry, we're all a little gross from the show.." you laughed out nervously, pulling your hand back from him to wipe against your shirt after realizing how sticky from sweat you were.

Leon laughed a low laugh with you, his eyes quickly raking over your figure before making their way back up to yours. "It's no problem, I'd be a little confused if you weren't gross after that performance. It was amazing, by the way."

He followed you and your bandmates over to a circular table sitting near the corner of the room, accepting a seat after everyone sat down and gestured for him to do the same. The blond really wanted to talk to you alone, but getting to talk to you at all was a feat in his books right now, and getting to sit across from you was more than enough.

"Thank you, Leon. We're very happy you enjoyed the show." Your drummer spoke, giving Leon a quick smile. Everyone else agreed, including you with a quiet, tired chuckle.

Leon was surprisingly good at hiding his hard on, but your hoarse voice and tired, disheveled look had his thoughts leading a less than innocent path. It was hard for him to focus on anyone else.

The agent asked general, boring questions that the band was asked almost every time they encountered a fan, though he was a lot more casual about it.

He kept giving you these looks that you couldn't quite describe. It almost seemed like he was eyeballing you for a reason. You were used to getting a bit more attention since you were the main face of the band, but wow he was really giving you some questionable looks. Not that you minded, of course. Hell, you started giving him your own coy glances here and there.

After about 10 minutes of general chatter, Leon began to single you out in questions; asking about your guitar, how you come up with your lyrics, and how you learned to sing, all the while staring at you with those half-lidded eyes of his.

You answered as best as you could, taking note of a smirk tugging at his lips. He'd noticed you blushing, his low tone and staring effecting you in your tired state.

You couldn't quite place it, and as cliche as it was, he seemed different to you. Leon wasn't like most of the other fans you'd met over the years, he seemed so nonchalant about everything.

This type of behavior was obvious when it came from younger fans. You and your band mates have dealt with a fair share of teenage crushes, but having a grown man display the same kind of mannerisms was strange. Not in a bad way, though.

In your defense, it was a bit refreshing to know you were desirable in that sense. You'd grown so busy with music that you just haven't worked to put yourself out there. Plus, there's always that inkling that anyone who would try their hand at you was just out for the money and fame, not to mention that handling a relationship with the spotlight always watching is really difficult. It can wear on it.

As everyone stood up from the table, your bandmates shook Leon's hand and said their thank you's again before beginning to make their way to a door where a couple security guards stood ready to lead them out to the tour bus. You waved them on before walking over to grab your guitar from the stand it was on.

"You're not gonna go with them?" Leon asked quietly, watching you from where he stood next to the table. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb as your bandmates walked out, his eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion.

"Oh, I just have to put this away before I follow them out..." You yawned, grabbing the guitar case that wasn't too far away from you before sitting yourself on the floor, opening the case up. You began to examine the guitar for any damage that went unnoticed during the concert.

Leon nodded and moseyed over to you, standing a couple feet away before leaning over just a bit to watch you as you looked over your guitar, giving a small smile once more.

"You know," he started, voice almost a rumble as he spoke. His eyebrows raised as he turned his focus down a little further to look at you. "...you really were the star of the show."

You placed the guitar in it's case before looking up at him, having tilting your head upwards since he was currently towering over you. You smiled, huffing out a laugh through your nose. "Please, I wouldn't sound very good if it wasn't for my band.."

Leon clicked his tongue, bending over a little more to get closer to you. He was looking at you with those same half-lidded eyes from before, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. "I'm being serious. All I could focus on was you. And that voice of yours? Wow.."

He was now giving you a bit more of a serious look, though he still had the faintest smile. Your face relaxed with his words, smile widening ever so slightly. He spent the time to gauge your reaction before continuing to speak, moving next to you before crouching down.

"I know I'm just a fan, but I'd really like to see you again sometime." Leon turned his head away from you to look down at the floor, fiddling with his fingers nervously after resting his arms on his knees.

Now it was his turn to blush, his sudden proximity to you bringing out a more bashful side to him. He hadn't felt this way in years, so he wasn't quite sure how to act.

You followed him with your head as he crouched next to you, never moving your gaze away from him. Normally you'd never let a fan get this close to you for so long, but Leon didn't give off any sort of threatening energy. If anything, he just seemed like a nervous kid asking his crush to hold his hand during school. It was endearing having such a well-built, handsome man acting this way for you.

You averted your gaze for just a moment to zip up the guitar case before quickly looking back at the blond sitting next to you. "Do you have a pen?"

His eyes shot up from his lap to meet yours, his eyebrows raised up again. "What?" he asked, his voice a little too loud before he caught himself with a wipe of his palm across his lips. "Sorry- what did you say?" He must've been zoned out after admitting to wanting to see you again.

"Do you have a pen? Or a sharpie?" You repeated yourself with a gentle tone, eyes crinkling with your smile as he looked over at you. "Oh! Oh, yeah.. yeah yeah, I do.." He muttered, quickly standing up so he could dig through his pockets with both his hands. After a few seconds he pulled out a pen, clicking it a couple times before holding out the pen to you.

You nodded with a giggle, gently taking the pen from him. You grabbed his hand and flipped it so his palm was facing up, drawing a couple quick circles on your own arm to make sure the pen worked before carefully scribbling your number out onto his open palm.

Leon focused all his brain power on keeping his hand as still as possible for you, watching you intently as you wrote on his hand. He never thought it would've been this easy, imagining he'd have to follow you to at least a few other cities before even getting a chance at this.

Once you finished writing, you placed the pen back into the same hand. You held his hand with both of yours, closing his fingers for him before patting them. Every single nerve ending in his hand was tingling with your touch, his eyes wide as he turned his gaze from his hand and back up to your face where his eyes met yours.

"I have to go, but don't be afraid to call, okay?" You slowly slid your hands off of his and stood up, grabbing the handle on the guitar case. "I'm easily reachable."

Leon pulled his hand close to his chest, opening his fingers to sneak a glance at your number. He balled his hand right back up before shoving it into his pocket, like he'd somehow lose it if he didn't keep a tight hold on it. He started to speak, voice cracking a bit which caused him to clear his throat before attempting to speak again. "Yeah, okay.. yeah.."

The agent was reduced to nothing more than his nerves, taking a shaky breath as he gave you a crooked smile. You nodded in acknowledgement, blush dusting your cheeks again as you stood awkwardly next to him.

You pointed towards the door before starting to shuffle away from him, muttering out a quiet "It was nice to meet you, Leon.."

You take quiet note on how nice his cologne smelled as you walked in front of him to the door.

"It was nice to meet you too, sweetheart." Leon responded, his shyness immediately falling away as he watched you leave, allowing a security guard to lead him to the main arena so he could walk out to the main parking lot where his car was.

He slid into his car and sat for a moment before leaning his head against the steering wheel, arms above his head as he laughed. It almost felt fake, but when he angled his head to look at the number written on his hand again, he knew it wasn't.

The man almost crashed 3 times on the short drive home, getting honked at numerous times as he sat unfocused at traffic lights when they turned green. He even sat at a stop sign waiting for it to turn green for a whole minute until he realized that it was not going to be turning green.

At least he made it back to his apartment building alive, that's all that mattered to him right now. He wanted to enjoy this moment of euphoria before his own exhaustion caught up to him, calmly walking into his apartment in case any of his neighbors saw him. Once his front door was closed and locked, he scrambled into his office to write down your number onto a piece of paper. He wanted to make sure the numbers were at least legible, seeing as his hands were trembling.

Afterwards, he moved to his bedroom to sit on the edge of his bed, having taken off his jacket and shirt, leaving them both abandoned on the floor somewhere in his room. The entire night was finally setting in for him, his breathing turning ragged as he leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees.

The blond shared the same analogy you had, feeling like an awkward teen all over again with how he could barely calm himself from such a simple interaction.

Leon kept himself on the edge of his bed, sitting up only slightly to pull his cock out from his boxers and unzipped pants, rock solid and incredibly sensitive. You'd been so close to him, and god the way you looked and sounded after giving the concert your all made it so easy for Leon to paint a picture of what you'd look like after he got his hands on you.

He's been hard for hours at this point, not even caring to undress fully before jerking himself off with the same hand that you'd written your number on. He was so thankful his precum didn't stain through to his pants during that whole ordeal, he wouldn't have known what to do if you knew about his problem.

The pen smudged as he wet his hand with his precum, the liquid smearing the ink all along his hand and dick. He didn't care, it'll wash off, he just needed to take care of himself right now. He wanted you, and now he knew you wanted him too, to some extent.

Leon closed his eyes, moving his left hand down to fondle his balls as he stroked himself faster, doing his best to imagine it was you playing with him like this. Whimpering with every breath, he started to wonder how you'd handle him: Your hands were a lot smaller than his, would you have to use two hands to stroke him properly? Would you touch his balls like this? Bet you'd be so willing to suck his cock, fuck, you probably taste so good too. Eating you out would be so fun, hearing you moan out his name with that pretty voice of yours-

It only took about a minute for him to cum onto the floor, eyebrows furrowed and panting heavily as he gripped the base of his cock tightly, feeling it throb with each string of cum that pumped out.

Wonder if you're on birth control..

Leon had to return to work the next week, feigning the flu in its final stages to keep up with his little white lie. No one questioned him, only offering smiles and the occasional "glad you're feeling better".

He didn't really do his work to the best of his ability, his main focus being when would be the right time to call you.

Embarrassingly, the agent went out and bought a flip phone since he didn't have his own phone. He hadn't needed his own phone before, using only his work phone when anything work related came up.

He didn't want to risk putting your number into your work phone and he figured having your number was a good time to invest in a personal phone.

Now, Leon had to gamble with the idea of calling you. Obviously he'll wait until he's home, but it's hard to think of anything else when you're only a button away.

His aloofness was normal to his coworkers, even more explainable considering he was "sick" last week. He was incredibly thankful no one bothered him with extra work tonight.

After work, he was sat on his couch, staring down at his new phone while the TV was on, flashing only colors in his periphery since he'd muted it. It was only 5pm, he was contemplating calling you. He wanted to hear your voice again, but he didn't know if it was too late in the evening or not.

You said you were easily reachable, so it's all or nothing, he guessed.

He pushed through his nerves, pressing the call button before slamming the phone against his ear with a slight wince. Every ring caused him to tense up.

On the final ring you finally picked up, breathing out a quick "Hello?" into the phone. Leon sat there frozen, sucking in a harsh breath before letting out a cough.

"Hey-.. Uh, hey. It's uh, it's Leon.."

There was a bit of a pause on the other end before you responded, voice cheerful despite sounding out of breath.

"Oh hey! I was wondering when I'd hear from you! How are you?"

"Uh.. I've been alright... how about you?"

Leon patted his thigh with his left hand, mentally chastising himself for his voice cracking again.

"I'm doing good, uh, I'm fighting a spider, so.."

You breathed into the phone with a laugh, causing Leon to smile and relax a bit as you kept the conversation alive.

"Oh yeah, spiders are kind of evil. Need me to ward it off?"

"I mean, I would take you up on that offer, but I'm already about 100 miles away from your city at this point."

Leon cursed internally, turning his head away from the phone to sigh where you could hear it.

"I appreciate it, though. This thing is nasty."

Your voice pulled him back to the phone, bringing a smile back to his face.

"You should get uh... that drummer of yours to help you. Two against one."

"Everyone is out at dinner. I'm all alone in this, Leon."

Your dramatic tone made him chuckle, leaning his head back against the couch.

"Okay, well, I'm with you in spirit."

The laugh you emitted only egged Leon on further.

"How long are you gonna be in the next city? If uh.. if you don't mind me asking."

"For a few days. It's our last city on the tour we're doing, then we go back to LA."

The agent nodded silently with a hum, his confidence slowly coming back to him. He needed to put his intentions out there.

"Would you mind if I drove out and took you to dinner tomorrow?"

He's now sweating bullets. There was another brief pause before you responded, the silence causing him to tense up once more.

"...I normally wouldn't accept something like that... but, you know what, I'll take you up on that."

Leon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, now leaning forward with a relieved look. You could hear the relief in his voice too.

"Uh- awesome! Okay, I'll find somewhere nice to take you."

You two said your goodbye's and hung up after you told the agent which city and hotel you were staying at.

He took it upon himself to go into his office and search up the location on his computer, easily memorizing the path to where you were since it mostly just involved following a freeway the majority of the way.

It took awhile for Leon to calm down after that call, now busy anticipating his journey tomorrow to see you. It'll be easy to call out of work again, saying the sickness flared back up or something along those lines. Anything to see your pretty face again.

He spent the night with himself, finding himself unable to fall asleep once more, just like the night before your concert. The man had never been or felt this desperate before, chasing some person he barely knew over a silly crush. Okay, it was more than a crush if he had to be honest with himself.

Planning on leaving early, he was more than frustrated when he finally fell asleep close to 4am. He wanted to scope out good restaurants and nice places to park, if it came down to that. The hopeful bastard.

Groggy, Leon got himself up only 2 hours after he'd fallen asleep, drinking the coffee he'd made himself on the stove days ago. It tasted stale, but it would have to do.

He definitely sounded the part when calling out sick again, which was accepted without question.

Wanting to make sure he looked his best even after a long car ride, he showered and shaved his stubble right before leaving, making sure to bring his cologne, hairbrush, and gum.

The drive was boring, traffic irritated Leon, but he eventually made it to the city you were in at around 3pm. He called you again, thankful you answered, and asked if 6pm was a good time, to which you happily accepted.

The three extra hours provided the blond with the much needed time to explore restaurant options and generally nice places to walk around. You probably weren't in this city often, if at all, so wandering like tourists seemed fit.

He eventually settled on a nice sushi restaurant since he hadn't had sushi in awhile. They had plenty of non-sushi options on the off chance you didn't like sushi. Or, you could pick the restaurant, he didn't mind, as long as he got to spend time with you.

Leon was nervous. He had to wipe his hands off a good few times since they'd grown clammy while gripping the steering wheel. He was parked outside the hotel you were staying at, having called you just a couple minutes before to let you know he was outside.

While waiting, the agent decided to get out and lean against the passenger door of his car. He wanted to be a gentleman and open the door for you, though he wasn't really sure people still held the door for others anymore.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you walk out past the main sliding doors of the hotel, immediately straightening his posture while giving you an awkward smile. You looked absolutely amazing.

"Hey," Leon breathed out, frozen for a moment before suddenly remembering to open the passenger door for you. He just couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"Hey." You replied back, almost just as winded as he was. "Sorry, I didn't expect the elevator to be so busy. It took a couple rotations before I could even get down here."

You smiled at Leon as a silent thanks, sitting yourself down in his car before he carefully closed the door once you'd settled. After getting into the car himself, he gave you a quick glance and a smile of his own before driving to the restaurant.

Although the conversation between you and Leon was airing on the side of awkward, the two of you slowly loosened up as the night went on. Your apprehension regarding going out with a fan quickly left once you realized how charming the man actually was.

The power dynamic was one of your main worries. You didn't want to feel like you were taking advantage of a man so eager to please, but Leon actually had the same worry, considering his work as a government agent gave him a lot of special privileges that aren't normally handed out to the common person.

Luckily for him, you didn't pry about his work. You gladly accepted his vague description about working for the government and that was that.

You also didn't pry about his interest in you as a musician when the topic came up. That was a given.

After dinner, the two of you wandered around the downtown part of the city for awhile, sightseeing while chatting about anything and everything. You felt oddly safe around Leon, something about him just screamed stability.

Leon felt the same way about you, but the way he described you was fluffy. You made him feel fluffy and warm. And the promise of domesticity and love only made him want you more.

You were so easy to talk to. He rarely ever indulged anyone about his personal life, but he found himself talking about anything he could remember about his childhood on a whim with you.

You were stopped a few times by fans that recognized you. The majority of them had driven up to the city to see your concert.

He knew it was going to happen, but Leon really didn't like how they so carelessly wandered up to you. Did you not look busy to them? Pretty disrespectful, if you asked him.

Leon made sure to make his presence known by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder which pulled you from the brief conversation you'd been so rudely dragged into. If he actually got an opportunity to be with you, the attention you receive will definitely take some getting used to.

A reserved, near isolated man with a popular musician? What a combo that would be.

Eventually, you and Leon ended up back at the hotel you were staying at. The blond didn't want to leave, and it was clear you didn't want him to leave either, but he had work the next day and you were going to be extremely busy the rest of the week. So, as one does, you invited him into your hotel room anyways.

To hell with work, calling out again wouldn't hurt. He was good at feigning illness.

He followed you inside like a puppy, his chest practically pressed against your back the entire way up to your room. You didn't share a room with your bandmates, Leon thanks god for that, so he was able to settle a lot quicker once you led him into the room. You both took your shoes off, leaving them near the door.

As expected, the agent was awkward at first. The two of you just sat on the edge of the bed next to each other and talked for awhile longer.

"I'll admit, it's been a really long time since I've done anything. With anyone." Leon admitted quietly, his hands clasped together in his lap since he didn't quite know what to do with them in the moment.

You laughed nervously in response, almost mimicking his position. "Yeah, it's been a long time for me too. I'm very out of practice.."

He turned his head to look at you with a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips, eyebrows furrowed upwards. "We don't have to do anything. We can just... hang out for awhile if you want to?"

You contemplated for a moment before responding to him again. "I mean, I'm totally fine with either or..?"

Leon really wanted to fuck you. He's been imagining this moment ever since he first discovered your music. He wished he wasn't so anxious, but he needs to power through that. He needs you.

"Can-" the man cleared his throat before taking in a small breath, voice hushed. "Can I kiss you?"

The second he heard you whisper out a weak "yeah", he quickly angled himself so his body was facing yours, tilting his head to the right as he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours.

It only took you a brief moment to bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, his hands moving to grip your waist, rubbing circles against it through your shirt as the kiss deepened.

He loved how vocal you were. You sang beautifully, sure, but he never would've guessed you'd be so sensitive to touch. The little whimpers you made just from being kissed and caressed were already driving him crazy.

Leon moved down to kiss your neck, nipping and sucking hickeys wherever he could. He tucked his fingers underneath your shirt, bunching it up partially before moving away from your neck to pull your shirt off.

He took some time to ogle at your figure, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he shifted himself on top of you, gently pushing you back against the bed to continue his assault on your neck.

Your breathy moans only continued to egg him on. Everything he's ever felt regarding you quickly came bubbling back up, leading him to leave a trail of hickeys down your neck, all along your collarbone, and on the tops of your breasts.

Leon had moved his right hand to grip the point of your hip, the left groping one of your boobs through your bra while keeping himself propped up with his knees on either side of your legs as he sat hunched over you.

The man couldn't keep his hands off of you, his hands dragging up and down your body as they swapped places every few seconds.

"Leon-.. god, please..." You moaned breathlessly, chest heaving. He groaned at the sound of his name leaving your pretty lips, dragging himself back up pull you into a heated kiss.

"My name sounds so good when you moan it." Leon growled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip which caused you to gasp, allowing him to lick into your mouth. "You taste amazing."

Your hands moved from the sheets to wrap around his neck again, carding your fingers up through the that fluffy golden hair on the nape of his neck. When he pulled away so you both could catch your breath, he wasted no time standing up to shuck off his own shirt.

Leon smirked when you sat up on your elbows, watching your wide eyes rake down his sculpted torso.

"Glad you like what you see." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to scoff playfully and grab one of the pillows off the bed, tossing it at him. He laughed, catching the pillow to throw right back at you, albeit a little softer than you had. "Hey, hey, alright."

You laughed with him as the pillow landed on your chest, letting it slip off to the side as you sat up fully. You tucked your legs under your ass, sitting back on your haunches as you reached forward to rest your hands against his thighs.

Looking up at Leon with those doe eyes, he just couldn't resist. He knew what you wanted. "Go on, don't be shy.." he spoke in a hushed tone, moving his right hand to rest on your head to play with your hair.

He angled his head down so he could watch you fumble with his belt, wanting to let you set the pace now.

"Thaaat's it, there ya go mama..." Leon whispered with a gravelly voice, eyes half lidded as he watched you finally pull his belt from the loops. Your hands were shaky as they now worked to unbutton and unzip his jeans, glancing up at him occasionally to make sure you were doing everything right.

Once you were able to fully undo the agent's jeans, he moved his hand off your head so he could tug them all the way down for you, kicking them away which left him in only his boxers and socks.

As mentioned before, you were out of practice. You didn't have a very good frame of reference for men, but Leon's sizable erection straining against his boxers was more than intimidating.

The man could tell you were worried. He didn't want to scare you, no, that's the last thing he wanted. So he brought his right hand up to hold the side of your face, caressing your cheekbone his thumb. "Don't feel pressured, sweetheart. Take your time for me."

You looked up at him as you took in a shaky breath, leaning your head against his hand for a moment with a nervous smile. "Thank you... Just-.. just work with me here.." you huffed, moving your gaze back down to his bulge.

You lifted your head away from his hand to which he moved back up to stroke your hair, keeping his gaze fixed down on you.

You tucked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, glancing up at him one last time, prompting him to smile in approval. You nodded, swallowing dryly as you slowly tugged them down.

His cock sprung out at you and you let out a quiet gasp as it stood directly in front of your face now, tip red and angry. "Oh wow... okay.." you whispered, mostly to yourself as you took in the size of it.

Leon gave a breathy chuckle as he watched you, moving his legs a bit so his boxers would fall the rest of the way down.

You let your hands rest against the tops of his thighs again, a bit closer to his v-line as you looked back up at him. "I like your uh-.. I like your happy trail..."

Your quiet admission dragged another laugh from the man, who was looking right back at you with probably the most endearing expression. "Oh, do you?" You nodded. "I'll make sure to keep it for you then."

The way Leon kept stroking your hair felt so nice, his voice was really encouraging too. You were incredibly thankful he was willing to take things slow and let you lead for the moment.

Speaking of taking the lead, you brought your eyes back down to stare at his cock, watching precum pearl from the slit. You gave yourself one last mental push before bringing your right hand up to wrap around the base, glancing up at Leon when he hissed from the sensitivity.

Your eyes moved from his dick to his face every few seconds as you began slow, languid strokes. Once the blond was able to get past the sensitivity, he was smirking at you again, those encouraging words beginning to slip from his mouth again. "Mmm~... that's gooood... just like that, baby.."

Your confidence in the whole situation was growing with every word of praise Leon directed at you, leading to your hand beginning to move faster. Slick was pooling into panties now, especially with the way he was looking at you with that blissed out expression.

You must've had your own look going since he felt the need to comment on it. "You like that, mama? Like the weight on my cock in your hand?" You only moaned out in response. "Yeah you do. If only you could see the way you look, fuck- I wish I could take a picture. Those pretty eyes lookin' up at me while you stroke it, pouty lil' lips- shit~..."

Leon let you stroke him for awhile longer before patting your head softly, pulling your hand away from him. "C'mon, love. You're a bit overdressed for this, aren't you?"

Damn, you hadn't even realized you still had your bra and pants on. You made quick work of the bra, reaching back to unhook it before letting it fall forward and off your shoulders.

"Ohh~.. There's my gorgeous girl~.." Leon purred, eyeballing your now exposed breasts, cock twitching as he looked over the hickeys that he'd covered the tops of them with. "Those tits of yours look a bit heavy, mind if I hold 'em for ya?"

The agent chuckled as you clicked your tongue at him, and though you didn't want to, you couldn't help but smile at his joke.

He gently pushed you down back onto the bed by your shoulder, letting you move your legs out before he climbed on top of you again. "At least let me love on 'em for a bit?"

The way he said that almost seemed like he was begging, and maybe he was, but regardless you nodded, blush deepening as he brought his head down to your breasts.

He resumed how he was before when he was on top of you, caging you underneath his broad form. Leon teased you, kissing all around the soft mounds before bringing his right hand up to grope one while he attached his lips to the other, licking and sucking your nipple. Your hands flew up to grip at his hair, needing some sort of register.

"O-oh... Leon- ah~! ..Pl-ease be gentle..." As much as he tried to hold back, he couldn't help how desperate he was to taste and feel all of you; your soft cries of pleasure, the way your voice broke when he rolled his tongue around the perked bud, he wanted it all. Soon he was moaning, nearly whimpering, eyes closed while his mouth swapped from one nipple to the other, making sure both got equal treatment.

Leon had shifted his legs up a bit more, almost sitting on your thighs as he sat hunched over you, hands tight on your waist as he centered his focus on using his mouth to toy with your nipples, cock laying right below your belly button as it weeped onto your stomach. He was soaking you in, in love with how responsive you were, in love with you.

Eventually, you tugged his head away from your tender breasts, his mouth wet with his saliva as he looked at you with a dopey smile.

Leon needed more of you. He needed to taste more of you.

Pulling you to the edge of the bed as he stood, Leon quickly yanked off your pants, tossing them to the side. He took a moment to drink in the sight of you; blush running down to your chest, hickeys covering your upper half, nipples swollen, that beautiful body, panties absolutely soaked. He really wanted to take a picture now.

After the agent finished taking in the scenic view in front of him, he slipped down onto his knees, pulling you by your hips so your legs dangled over the edge.

He sighed contently, placing his hands on the inside of your thighs as you attempted to close them. He wasn't really listening at this point, but he could hear you whimper something about 'not staring at it'.

Alright, Leon won't stare. He'll do you one better.

He planted his face right against your clothed pussy, breathing in your heady scent with a low groan, causing his cock to twitch again. "Ohh-ho hooo.. shit baby~.. that's good..."

You gasped, legs trying to close instinctively again which Leon didn't allow. He was so strong, barely straining to keep you spread wide for him as flattened his tongue against the gusset before closing his mouth around it. His nose bumped against your clit over and over as he moved his head up and down, taking in everything you had to offer through your panties.

Your panties started to irritate the man fast, growling as he had to pull himself away from you to tug them off. He dropped them next to where his knees sat on the floor, making a mental note to take those whenever he left your hotel room.

As soon as your panties were off your body, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, using his right hand to reach up and spread your pussy lips. You whined again about not wanting him to stare which was cut off with a moan as he moved his thumb to press against your clit and rub in small circles.

"If I wanna look at ya, I'm gonna.. and you're gonna let me too..." Leon slurred slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he watched you clench around nothing with a whimper.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" He rumbled, now stroking his index and middle finger through your folds, spreading slick up to your clit so he could keep massaging it. "You like when I get a little bossy with you, pretty girl? Hm?"

You nodded, eyes shut tight as you balled your fists up in the sheets. "Look at me, mama.. Watch me..." Your eyes opened at his words, teary from the stimulation, and he laughed. "There ya go~.. Watch me devour this sweet little cunt of yours."

His words barely had a chance to register in your clouded head before his face was buried back into your crotch, immediately licking along your folds. He slung your other leg over his shoulder before sliding his tongue around your slit, moaning as slick ran into his mouth. You responded with slurred moans of your own, hands flying back to grip at his hair. You muttered out barely legible nonsense, words almost always cut off by moans and whines as Leon sucked on your clit, nipping at it ever so gently.

The agent hadn't experienced this in so long. You sounded so pretty, tasted so good. You were all his now and he had to make sure you knew that too.

"Taste so good. All mine." He growled into your cunt, wrapping his arms under and over your legs so he could place his hands on your hips, holding you steady to keep you from squirming. "This pussy's all mine." He repeated with a chuckle as he continued to lap at your folds, tongue dipping into your hole.

"L-Leon-! I-...I can't-!" You cried out, tugging at his hair as you tried to pull his face away from you. You were close, it was too much.

Oh he needed this. Leon needed you to cum on his face. He brought his still partially slicked up fingers to your pussy, pulling his mouth away for just a moment while he wet them again with a mix of your slick and his saliva.

Immediately, he placed his mouth over your clit, sucking as he pushed one finger into your dripping hole, drawing a breathy gasp from you.

His finger was quickly buried to the knuckle, wiggling it a bit inside of you before starting to pump it in and out of you.

The combination of feeling Leon's thick finger inside of you, curling to hit just the right spot while sucking on your clit had you tumbling over the edge, choking out a moan as tears spilled from your eyes.

It had been so long since you'd done this with anyone, and even then, no one really took the time to focus on you like this.

Your orgasm racked through your body, legs trembling as you gasped, trying to catch your breath. Leon eased you through it, pulling his mouth away so he could look watch his finger slowly disappear into you repeatedly. Once he pulled his finger out, he sucked it clean, leaning down just a bit to drink you up.

"Mm.. good job, sweetheart.." He sighed, taking the chance to stare at your glistening cunt for a bit longer before setting your legs back down on the bed so he could get up off his knees.

The man sat you up as he crawled onto the bed, holding onto your waist as he moved to sit against the headboard, legs out in front of him. He pulled you up onto his lap, making sure you were in a comfortable position.

"That good, mama?" Leon whispered, running his hands down your arms as his eyes trailed down to where your cunt sat right against his cock.

"Yeah... yeah that's good..." You whispered back, angling your head down a bit as you moved your hips experimentally. You did it again when Leon moaned, his hands moving down to your hips so he could grind you down his dick.

The agent harshly huffed through his nose, watching your puffy lips glide across the length of him. "Damn, that's it baby- grind on my fucking cock... god you're so wet."

You let Leon grind you down onto him, weak and drawn out moans being pulled from your lips every time the head of his dick bumped against your swollen clit. He was so focused on you.

"Lift up for me." He ordered, moving one his hands to pat your thigh. You mindlessly did as he told you, lifting yourself up onto your knees so he could line himself up with your hole.

"Gonna fuck ya good.." The blond grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he brought his hand back up so both were on your hips again. "Gonna have ya bouncin' on this cock, baby.."

He slowly pushed you down, both of you moaning in tandem when his head pushed past that tight ring of muscle. He gave you a moment to adjust before pushing you further down, mouth agape as your pussy sucked him in.

Once you were fully seated on his dick, you let out a shaky whine, placing your hands on his pecs for balance even though Leon would make sure to keep you upright.

Giving you more time to adjust, he tightened his grip on your hips, feeling your walls clench around him before relaxing a bit. His breathing was ragged, doing everything in his power not to pound into you right then and there.

Instead, he began to grind you on his cock, moving your hips back and forth. You gasped and moaned, nails digging into the taut muscle on his chest. He couldn't help but moan as well, just the sight of him balls deep in your cunt was enough to have him ragged.

"Okay..." You breathed out, causing Leon to hold your hips still. "Okay.. okay I-.. I'm good.." you nodded, looking down briefly where the two of you sat connected before looking up at his face.

Leon didn't need to be told twice, breathing out a groan as he slowly lifted you up. The head was almost pulled out of you before he sat you all the way back down onto his dick. Your lips made an 'o' as you felt him caress the inside of you, breathing still shaky.

After repeating the process a couple more times, he started to pick up the pace, even meeting you with thrusts of his own.

"God- shit baby-.. fuuuck~.." Leon breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on bouncing you up and down while timing his thrusts. "Bounce on my cock, mama.. Feel it deep in that pussy?"

He spoke breathlessly, eyes moving from your face down to where his dick drilled into you, almost drooling at the erotic sound of skin slapping and your pussy squelching.

"Uh-huh.." You moaned, moving your hands up to his shoulders so you could start to bounce yourself without Leon's help. "S'good.. ohhhh~.."

"Yeeeaahhh, it's good, huh?" Leon smirked, though it faltered a bit as you ground yourself down onto him again before starting to bounce again. "You love it, don't ya?"

You nodded lazily, tears starting to run down your face again while your legs trembled as they grew tired from the workout. The agent took notice of this, taking it upon himself to start bouncing you again since his hands were still firmly planted on your hips.

"Sing for me, sweetheart. Let me hear my superstar sing." Leon's thrusts turned hard as he felt you clench around him, listening to the way your voice rose again as your sensitivity grew. He filled you in all the right places, like you were made for him.

Your second orgasm made you scream, though it wasn't as loud as you thought considering your voice cracked. Your back arched, pussy clenching around Leon's cock like a vice.

He moved his arms up to wrap around your lower back as it arched, muscles flexing as he pulled you against his chest. He fucked you through your orgasm, thrusting up into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. You were so overstimulated, tears now streaming down your face as choked out moans were forced out of you.

"Want me to cream this sloppy cunt of yours?" He growled into your ear, only getting a loud whine in response. "Words, use your words, c'mon."

"P-please-!" You managed to stutter out as he pounded into you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so you could bury your face into his neck, tears dripping onto his exposed skin.

"Fuck- finally..." Leon rasped as he thrust into you for a few seconds longer before he held you firmly down on his lap. He came with a low groan, chuckling at your gasp when you felt him throb and pump you full of cum. "Take it, baby, fucking take it all..."

You both sat unmoving for a long minute, catching your breath before sitting up with a whine as your legs screamed at you and his cock shifted inside you.

The agent eased you off with a hum, watching his cum drip out of you and onto his stomach. You sat back once you felt him spread his legs for you, slotting yourself between them.

"Oh you're just perfect, aren't you? Gonna clean me off?" Leon chuckled when you nodded, sighing when you pressed your face against his cock after laying yourself on your stomach.

You licked a lazy stripe up the length of it, eyes closing as you tasted a mix of your juices and his cum. He placed a hand into your hair, gently combing through it as you sucked the head into your mouth with a soft whimper.

Leon watched with hungry eyes as you sucked on his cock, fitting what you could into your mouth before pulling away to lick him

clean, even going so far as to lick the cum off his stomach that had dripped out of you a minute prior.

"Perfect.. So good for me." Leon muttered out bits of praise for you, petting through your hair once you'd finished and just had his dick pressed against your cheek while you stroked it with your right hand. "My perfect superstar."

You smiled weakly, sitting up and crawling to the side so he could lay down, pulling your back flush against his chest the second you laid down.

The both of you were up early the next morning showering, Leon helping you clean by holding you against the shower wall so he could eat you out.

You had to go in to help your bandmates and crew set up the next stage you'd be performing at, so you gave Leon a tender kiss goodbye, reminding him to call you.

Oh he'll be calling you, right after he calls his boss. He forgot to call out and he already had a couple missed calls from them.

[mrsjellymunson]

KNOCK AT THE CABIN | Prologue

Written for @bettyfrommars, @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing’s Stranger Prompts, Prompt 1. He shows up at your house covered in mud in the rain, but the problem is, he died two months ago.

Series Summary: After the events of the previous months, everyone is shocked by the unexpected return of an old friend. But is it really him?

Chapter Summary: On a stormy night, an unexpected visitor arrives.

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Series C/W: 🔞 18+, MDNI, NSFW. I mean it, if you’re under 18, git! Post-S4, Upside Down exists, dark/supernatural themes. Eventual Eddie Munson x fem!reader smut. Swearing. Not much to caution about in this part, unless you don’t like rain, or bad decor.

A/N: This series contains a lot of things I haven’t written for before, so I’d love to know what you think! Please comment and reblog, it means the world to writers, and reblogs mean work gets seen. This series has a taglist so if you’d like to be on either it, or my general list, lemme know in a comment, ask or message 🙏💗

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You’re holed up in an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Hawkins. It’s not exactly remote, but the nearest building is little more than a speck on the horizon so you feel pretty isolated. Owens organised it, explaining it would be a good idea for the older members of the party to lay low for a little while. Nancy had put forward an excellent argument for remaining with her family, but you, Robin and Steve had reluctantly packed up some of your belongings and relocated here. For how long, you don’t know.

It’s no palace. The wood-built building is certainly past its best, the yellowing 50s kitchen barely functional and the faded decor not to anyone's taste. But it’s (mostly) warm, (usually) dry, and most importantly, it feels safe. Which is something you all need after the events of the past few months.

You’re all acutely aware of the obvious gap in your merry band. Owens had insisted that the three of you didn’t attend the funeral, but he’d involved you as much as he could, ferrying messages between you and the kids and Wayne, discussing what he would’ve wanted to wear (you all agreed on his spare Hellfire shirt and leather jacket, knowing he’d never want to be separated from either, plus a brand new, government-funded pair of black 501s), and sneaking mementoes to you with Wayne’s approval.

Mike and Will have taken charge of his D&D paraphernalia, Dustin got his wallet chain (and wears it with literally everything, even his Weird Al shirts and colourful shorts), and Lucas opted for a small pocket knife. You, Steve and Robin each have one of his rings. Steve and Robin keep theirs in their rooms, but you wear the silver skull every day. It’s too big for your fingers, and is even a little loose on your thumb, but that’s where you keep it, spinning it to ease your anxiety, and smoothing the pads of your fingers over its bumpy surface to remind you of the friend you’ve lost. Rueing the fact that you always wanted him to be more than that, but never had the chance to find out whether he felt the same.

The kids visit periodically, even staying over sometimes, nobody expecting anyone to be watching the comings and goings of a bunch of nerdy teens. Nancy drops them off, sometimes staying, sometimes not. On this occasion she’d dropped and run, explaining that she was going to visit Max in the hospital tomorrow, spending some quality girly time with her. Lucas, who usually spent every spare moment by her bedside, was going to spend the weekend here, after Max, still seriously ill but now well enough to communicate, insisted that he needed to spend at least a bit of time with his old friends.

Tonight, you’d had a movie marathon, Keith developing an uncharacteristically generous side since everything kicked off and periodically dropping off and collecting piles of VHS tapes. Not quite generous enough to bring you any brand new releases, but even things you’ve seen before are better than the ‘sweet FA’ you’d have available given the nonexistent TV reception around here.

Popcorn litters the floor and the saggy furniture, as do gangly boys and a long-haired girl. Jane has commandeered the sole armchair, sitting in it cross-legged, and you, Steve and Robin are squashed onto the sofa with an equally squashed Dustin, the latter insisting that there was definitely room for one more.

Mike and Will are on the floor between the sofa and the old, battered coffee table. Mike’s hunched over a bowl of chips that he’s shovelling in, and Will is leaning against your legs, you stroking his hair in a way you know he finds comforting. Lucas is lounging on the floor at the side of the table, his long body stretched out and his head supported on threadbare throw pillows.

The gentle patter of drizzly rain against the windows and roof, and the crackle of the open fire, one of your only sources of heating, gives the evening a cosy feel, though you hope the rain doesn’t get any heavier as you don’t entirely trust the roof over the rear extension to cope with much more meteorological abuse.

You’ve just finished Raiders Of the Lost Ark and Steve has got up to swap it out for The Stuff, when there’s a strong gust of wind and the rainfall picks up significantly. Great, you think, the weather gods definitely weren’t listening to your silent pleas.

None of you notice Jane stiffening in her seat and shifting uncomfortably.

Under the lashing of the wind and rain there’s a sudden noise at the front door. Not urgent, not loud, just two soft thuds. If the kids had been roughhousing or the film had been on you may even have missed them.

You all look at each other, instantly and equally on edge, and all hoping that somebody, anybody, will provide a simple explanation for this.

Steve’s the first to speak. Jaw slack and brow furrowed, he asks the room, “Uhh, did anyone order takeout?”

There’s a cacophony of ‘no’s’ and shaken heads, before another soft thud is heard, just one this time.

Steve steels himself, not for the first time realising that it’s his responsibility to investigate the possibly terrifying, and potentially life-threatening, situation. He stands from his position by the video player and moves towards the door, fingertips skimming the top of the bat that’s always to the side of it, before closing his hand softly around the handle.

He pulls back the sliding bolts before twisting the lock and pulling the door open just a crack, leaving the chain on. The noise of the weather increases in volume, but other than that there’s no indication of what’s on the other side.

Steve has his back to you so you don’t see his eyes go wide, but you do hear a soft, “Wh- What the fuck?”

Robin being Robin, and perpetually thinking about her stomach, she says,

“What is it, doofus? Pleeease tell me it’s Jonathon and Argyle dropping by from Cali with some delicious Surfer Boy pizza??”

“Uh, no, it’s, uh- You know what? Maybe you should just come and see for yourself. Wait, scratch that, just the adults.”

Knowing this will unwittingly pique the interest of the kids more than if he’d just allowed everyone to come look, you and Robin glance at each other before quickly rising and moving to the door.

Steve closes it and takes off the chain, opening it wide as the three of you arrive, the kids following close behind and trying to look between you.

There, hunched, shivering, soaking wet and covered in mud, is your friend. The one who’d died saving the town. The one they’d buried only a few days ago, after he’d been lying on a slab in a lab somewhere for weeks.

Eddie.

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[sleepymccoy]

Star trek au idea that, if I wrote it, would just be a whole original story cos it's so removed lol

All humans, except maybe Spock's from a culturally unique background. Like, Jupiter which had a civil war and broke contact a millenia ago and has only recently gotten back in touch with everyone. But yeah, all human

They all kinda know each other personally or professionally. But they don't work together yet.

Scotty and Jim find proof of alien life being experimented on by humans on earth. I reckon there's some tale there of Scotty working at this place and one day realising all the wild ass ecosystem set up he's working on would support a certain type of theoretical alien. Investigates, finds a family of aliens being held. Gets Jim involved and they jailbreak someone. Lotta luck in that

I've come back and added a readmore since this post got long lol

They leverage their contacts and quick crew a ship. Scotty prevails on an old mate and fixes up a government ship damage in something that's destined for the scrap heap. Instead he can have it for a few months before his friend gets in trouble for losing it

Jim finds the crew. He knows everyone one way or another, and he picks people he thinks will agree with the free the alien cause, and cajoles them into coming by promising various things.

Once they're on the ship and out of immediate comms, he tells them. There's some pandemonium coming to terms with the mission, but they do all ultimately agree.

So the dynamic is a little bit firefly cos they're on the run from the government and in a small ship, and don't really have a clear aim. As with most of the stories I like to write, minimal action and mostly conversation and character arcs move the story forward.

Preamble is getting on the ship

Arc one is accepting alien presence and meeting characters

Arc two is getting to know the alien and coming up with a plan. Character development

Action scene is getting equipment to implement that plan (build communication array to call home? Make an escape pod to transport the alien closer to home? Finding an ecosystem that will support alien long-term?)

Arc three is solving the immediate issue and either washing your hands of the whole thing or realising there's a bigger thing going on and setting up for a sequel. Finalise character arcs

Cos I'm all about relationship dynamics, and stories for me are just plot that allows you to write relationships, I'd wanna have

Scotty coming out of his shell and discovering other ways of thinking about the world. I always like to make him calm helplessly in love with Uhura but keep it quiet

Jim being a distrusted captain because he got them in on false promises, but becoming trusted by the end. He'd need an arc of building trust with everyone which is cool

Chekhov gets a growing up tale, first responsibility and failure and how to handle adult emotions

Chapel is about opening up and trusting other people. Cos of the missing fiance stuff. There's a few people for her to interact with around that, like Jim and McCoy

Spock is a cultural exchange, but also he needs to develop some humility and appreciate that he's not always right. And that when he is right that doesn't make him superior

Uhura is learning theres life beyond work. She needs to focus early on to learn the alien language, but steadily and much later in the game she'll realise she's missed out on the friendships cos she was busy and need to kick into gear there

McCoy is almost certainly my pov character cos I like writing him so much. His arc can be more internal then, so likely about letting go of guilt.

Tbh I never know what to do with Sulu. Put a pin in that. Maybe he clicks with the alien in a big way and that's how we start getting an idea of the aliens personality beyond "weird and doesn't speak English"

Obviously I'm writing so I'd make it spones. I like the idea of McCoy being a bit freaked by the alien and disagreeing w Spock a lot and some of what he says touches on cultural stuff that's different with Spock too and they blow up a few times. But also, that's where the good dialogue is. Thats easy for me to make romantic, and I think there's something fun in the idea that everyone kinda forgets the bigger picture and focuses on themselves and their pretty stuff for an arc and then suddenly it's the real world again and your date or your miscommunication doesn't fucking matter

McCoy's important relationships to me are with Spock, Jim, and Scotty with a secondary focus on Chapel and Uhura. So they'd end up being the main characters simply through pov priorities

Also I'd probably gender bend everyone cos tos is a real sausage fest. Ladies across the board, except Uhura and chapel. Might make Scotty non-binary just for the fun of it.

[robiinurheart33]

I’m desperate to write like anything to hi stobotnik fandom im very very new dont kill me im trying to wiggle out of writers block (this is just me ranting about stobotnik)

Ive read a few fics about them and when i saw the sonic 3 movies and like (SPOILERS) when the goodbye doctor scene came up i got so emotional and was like yes this absolutely is going to kill me when i read fics about them and i was kinda right honestly. They have SO MUCH potential here and it’s toxic yaoi but I’ve never seen anyone talk about it. HELLO?? Person a constantly talking down to person b and degrading them while person b loves the attention??? ARE THEY LOVERS? WORSE.

Seeing the designs people come up with for stone is so cute i need to draw him in those one day. Ive watched sonic 1 and 2 and they def had some mojo gg on but i wasn’t really invested in that cause the movies were kinda ehh to me but the third one was so good highly recommend. Back to the point, there’s so much high potential for slow burn, 100k fic of just them being them. Also i kinda see ghoap scenarios with those two because they’re both involved w the government as well and I’ve been giggling to myself about it like just image them at a safehouse for like 2 weeks and sharing a bed troupe, domestic bliss GOD i really can imagine it, plus the doctor’s dialogue can be so fun to play with Jim Carey really outdid himself with that role. Anyways yeah i might write about it but i need to consume more content abt them first so its not ooc, and also haven’t seen anyone writing stobotnik on tumblr idk if its just my page but yeah hope the algorithm’s nice to me please thank you cherry on top

[presidentkamala]

Ok to that one anon who keeps sending me asks about all the ways in which trump/musk will declare martial ("marshall") law and cancel/rig all future elections:

I like cannot assure you with 100% certainty that this won't happen. There's a bunch of reasons why it likely won't, and a bunch more reasons why it would likely be unsuccessful, but it could happen and i need you to just square with that. Trump could declare martial law. He could also die within the next year. A big black piano could fall on my head tomorrow. Do you get me.

If this is causing too much extreme anxiety for you, then game it out. I'm not one to give advice about successfully coping with things, esp now, but there ARE some useful techniques to help confront a certain scenario:

- let's say it happens. Trump declares martial law/some type of emergency powers 3 weeks before midterms. Maybe he does it next month. What do you do? What do you have on-hand to support the things that are important to you? Who do you know are involved with the things you care about? Who depends on you and how far can you afford to stick your neck out? What are you willing to do (be honest)?

- also you mention the china-style internet blackouts. I kind of don't even want to give this the time of day but theres sooo many reasons outside a government blackout to like. Have your important contacts and addresses and documents and money on-hand and not just in your phone. Maybe even make a plan or invest in a landline or a ham radio - a natural disaster is likely to cut power before musk/whoever do and there's no FEMA coming to help any of us so i would honestly worry about THAT before anything else lol

3. Ok the "cancelling" of elections. Do you know your rights? Do you know who your elections officials are at different levels and do you have their phone numbers handy? Are you aware of any organizations that protect the vote and are willing to exert pressure IRL and not just online or in the courts? Honestly if we're at a point where for some reason an attempt to halt or delay free and fair elections is not only possible but successfully enforced by the gov, we're basically in the martial law scenario above and consequently those actions would apply.

4. I think its actually reasonable to be concerned about our election integrity. Many of the national agencies handling election security have been compromised and we never got a full accounting of the extent of interference in 2016, 2020, 2024 in its various forms. But for something like this the best cure is prevention. Make the 2026 elections your priority NOW. if you live in a state with less secure practices for ballot counting try and change the procedure. Get involved with precinct level election officials and train to be a judge or an observer. Make the 2026 elections your hobby NOW, because even if they do "cancel" them or w/e you will have cultivated a hyperlocal network of not just officials but other people who care about the same things we do, who can help you to ensure your community stays resilient and ready to respond to the challenges that will follow.

And again, i heard Trump's little ominous comment of wiping blue states off the map or whatever but please don't add to his power by letting him manifest his success. It never hurts to believe he will try, and to do everything you can to trump-proof our elections.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 25 "anasazi" thoughts

OKAY S2 finale!!!!! make some noiiiiiise!!!! this is big, this is huge!!!

i remember the s1 finale like it was yesterday. because it was a little over a month ago. man, how time flies. but a season a month isn't a bad pace, and means i still have lots and lots of fun agent time to go. wowowow we sure did go a lot of places this season! in every sort of meaning.

the episode description refers to "an encrypted computer disk” and i'm thinking, girl it’s a virus… watch out! (hint: it was not a virus, but taking proper safety precautions is always advisable)

(while the beginning of the episode was loading i sighed wistfully and said “i miss you deep throat” out loud and then burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of that sentence. i'm always saying weird stuff and so glad no one is listening. can you imagine hearing someone say that. in absolutely any of the contexts to which "deep throat" can refer. man. need to find a way to work that phrase into ordinary life)

anyway. we are at a Navajo reservation in new mexico. an earthquake is going on. be careful, young man whom we open upon, do not let the cacti on the shelves above your head fall on you! he somehow dodges the spiny falling objects, and we learn his name is eric.

eric is riding on his cool little bike up into the cliffs. someone in his family- who we later learn is referred to as albert, so i shall refer to him as albert starting now- told him to leave the snakes alone. which raises the question: are we interating with snakes on such a regular basis in this town that leaving them alone needs to be pointed out…? that has always sort of been implied in my life. but different lives we lead.

eric sees something white in the ground… and a crowd has gathered? eric, what have you brought to the door of your home like a cat with a bird it shouldn't have? OHHHH... an ALIEN BODY. it has seen better days, very old and looking mummified (which i'm sure would actually please many historians). albert says to return it because they will be coming- i'm torn on the meaning of the "they" here, is he referring to aliens coming to fetch their lost comrade, or the government coming to bury the evidence? either way, he has been commanded: put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

(sidenote: why did we decide aliens look like That. they could look like ANYTHING. i'm sure there is a reason and i could look it up with ease but i just think that we could exercise some creativity here. like we're coming up with an entirely new species of intelligent creature and we make it... vaguely humanoid? like god in our own image? but creepier? hmm. no. go all out on that)

new character alert! he is hacking Something. i would guess this to be the mysterious records referred to in the episode description that prove aliens are real

and it looks like he succeeded, because we hear that someone has broken into the “MJ” documents. this is causing a stir in the UN! Italy, Germany, and Japan are involved. suspicious selection of countries….

germany man is on the phone w cigarette guy. cigarette guy speaks german?????? i'm impressed. he hangs up and says “gentleman, that was the phone call I never wanted to get” okay so who are we talking to here...

MULDER AT HOME!!! TAKING ADVIL IN A SLUTTY TANK TOP!!! YES I’M CHEERING!!! WHAT A GIFT!!! WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE!!!

(i was worried calling him a slut wouldn't bode well with the established x files fans, but i'm glad that everyone has so far been in agreement that this is an appropriate way to describe him) 

he doesn’t feel well :( the lone gunmen are here but he doesn’t feel well… have we ever seen him not feel well? beyond the boat. if we have ever seen him under the weather before, i don't recall it. so this has got to be plot relevant.

news from the lone gunmen: someone named kenneth “the thinker” hacked into the defense department database. and the thinker left a time and a meeting place asking SPECIFICALLY for mulder!!! let him have his aspirin in peace y'all

(for an organization that is supposed to thrive on secrecy, mulder sure is well known in the community of conspiracy theorists... i fear this may come to bite him someday)

but the thinker might already be dead…. (spoiler he was not!)

down the hall someone just SHOT her husband? slutty tank top investigator on the scene. he finds nothing. i knew this was too weird to NOT be a chekov's gun moment but everyone was acting pretty causal about an old lady killing her husband in the apartment. it was an interesting tone choice. but of course, detective tank top still feels very ill, so there are bigger fish to fry.

he is now waiting in the botanical gardens. “i don’t want you to use my real name, I don’t think it’s important that you know”, says the thinker, to which mulder replies “sounds like a line I used in a bar once” <- LMAO??? slut confirmed?

(it's so hard to know with him because he'll say anything he thinks will make him sound clever. but i'm trying to imagine him at a bar and the image isn't really loading mentally. this is a man who is probably at the library in his nonexistent free time)

the thinker claims to have the original UFO files from the defense department. big if true!

what do you want from me? “I want you to promise that those rat bastards answer to the people” <- guy who is saying words in precisely the correct order to get mulder involved in some sort of Scheme. mulder takes the file and the dude leaves and i find everything suspicious! how does he know there isn’t a tracker in there?

LMAO he puts the damn thing in right at work i'm cryingggg he does not give a damn. whilst clocked in!

“you familiar with the Ten Commandments, Scully?” WHY DOES HE ASK WEIRD AND OFF PUTTING QUESTIONS IN THIS MANNER. you kept her cross necklace in your pocket for like a looong time you weird rhetorical man. you know she was Raised Catholic ofc she knows them.

he is showing her the files labeled “TOP SECRET” and there is panic in her eyes and tbh I’m feeling it too!! like damn i never want to be burdened with the forbidden knowledge

he sees it is written in what he calls "gibberish" (i’m suspicious… looks like phonetic pronunciation to me) and he starts THROWING STUFF!!! scary angry man

(i realize now the impulsive throwing and putting of the top secret cassette in while at the work place are the effects of being drugged but at the time he was scaring me a lil. calm down, i was thinking. men who throw things are not my friends generally!)

scully notices the writing looks like it is in Navajo!!! YESSSSSS MY QUEEN OF REALIZING THINGS. her father told her about it and she remembered awww :,)

“only a handful of people can decipher it” she points out “well find one of them” he says <- BITCH??? do it yourself??? you take for granted her presence in this manner again and i will have words with you. i am thinking to myself, he is NOT acting like the man who stayed by her comatose bedside. suspicious.

she asks if he’s okay and he is not looking very okay but he says he is because he is a scoundrel and a liar. and then he goes to see skinner. he says he hasn’t been sleeping. that’s weird. 

he denied knowing anything about the files and then PUNCHED SKINNER IN THE FACE??? WHAT THE HECK. okay, so whatever is going on that made that old lady snap is clearly getting to him too because WHAT.

(i had faith that my boy would not truly do such awful things as throw hands with skinner and be mean to scully out of his own volition. sometimes he can be a bit of a jerk but never in such raw quantities)

skinner got him in a headlock and asks if they’re finished HUH??? what is going ON?

(skinner handled that quite well all things considered. i wonder if this has ever been a problem in the past)

scully called skinner's his office with a bunch of other people present. looking scared. nooo they’re gonna ask about the top secret files she was burdened with knowing exist! but right now they are asking about mulder's behavior. 

ohhh “weren’t you brought on to debunk his work” says some smarmy guy in the back... well things change??? get with the program

they say that if she hides anything from them she could get fired but she gets up and leaves and does not mention the files LMAOOO. that is what it means to be a ride or die. even after the bestie punched boss in the face and was acting rude as fuck she is gonna cover his top secret rule breaking. because she's the last real one on this planet.

also, skinner has an awful bruise on his face. it makes me sad.

cutscene to the vineyard: MULDER WENT HOME???? it's a long drive to Massachusetts. BUT NO!! it is not mulder at the door! but cigarette man!!! mulder’s dad answers. and he looks like they know each other??? 

“no one was supposed to know”, one of the men says to the other. okay so they DO know each other because they worked together??? tea... this is juicy.

unrelated really, but cigarette man has a very soothing voice. too bad he chooses to use it for evil when audio book narration could have been a viable career.

the files from the defense department have mulder's dad’s NAME on them??? WHAT DOES HE KNOW??? what has he been hiding from his son?!!!

cig man claims the file thief came forward but i'm doubting that... the thinker seemed very committed. this seems like a classic case of “claim something and see if the accused goes along” 

“you wouldn’t… harm him?” asks mr. mulder. “I’ve protected him this long, haven’t I?” <- HUH??? YOU NEARLY KILLED SCULLY YOU CANCER PUMPING RAT?? NOTHING about you makes anyone feel safe.

mulder’s dad’s name is “Bill”. this has no real relevance, but i find it interesting. and cigarette man says to deny any involvement: "deny everything" like the words on the opening screen from the s1 finale!

(is anyone getting a homoerotic undertone here or is it just me? the whole cig man and bill scene went down so quickly it was hard to tell. but the hand on the shoulder lingering and the "you look well"... hmm)

mulder on da couch. he is sleeping. seriously we need to get him a mattress. scully is here!!! he nearly shoots her but luckily this does not happen.

(it was lowkey funny to see her just standing there watching him sleep lmaooo. like was she gonna wake him up or just observe and try to figure out what exactly was wrong with him. i guess we'll never know)

she needs assurance that she’s doing the right thing (and i love this. i love a character that Needs to do the morally right thing) and he is being snappy about "just getting that code" and i feel that something larger is going on here. he looks very sick. he puts the X in the window. ohhhhh no, getting x involved, that is just asking for trouble

“why did you attack skinner?” “i honestly can’t say” <- yeah there has to be some sort of brainwashing going on here. she looks freaked tf out. and I would be too!

despite him being the way that he is, scully goes to the office of the Navajo nation, bringing the coded files. it’s still encoded but she recognizes a few words.

(they didn't just transmit their message in the Navajo language; the words translated into Navajo had their own coded meaning. which i think might be a common misconception. so translated into Navajo, the words would still look like random nonsense, unless you got someone who had been trained in the code from ww2. which i think is so cool)

mulder's father calls in the middle of the night saying something is very important and he needs to see him right now. he seems quite ill for making that journey.

scully is still at his apartment. then someone FIRED AT SCULLY THROUGH THE WINDOW ?? they hit her head. girl what the hell!!! they nearly killed her!!!

(is his dad getting him out of the house so that he won’t be there when the agents go to shoot him?!? i don't actually think this is what happened but i had a bit of hope)

mulder is sitting on his dad’s couch looking like he’s about to die. and his dad is mumbling vague things about his work. “you’re taking about your work in the state department” <- okay so he KNEW his dad worked at the state department. i'm guessing he just didn't know in which capacity.

“you’ll come to understand the words… the merchandise” <- ohhh that was one of the words the woman at the Navajo nation could understand from the code!

dad is acting strangely and says he needs some medicine. GUY IN THE SHOWER WHEN HIS DAD WENT TO THE BATHROOM???? WITH A GUN? is that krychek or another random white man.

DAD IS DEAD??!! MULDER HOLDING HIS BODY WHILE HE DIES???? 

now both agents have dead dads. this is SOOOOO evil.

and mulder is gently laying his body on the couch. ohhhh my heart.

calling scully. it is a very painful conversation, and he sounds crazed and deeply ill. she is telling him not to leave the scene whatsoever because everything points back to him- his weird behavior lately, him being the only known person in the house at the time of his death, his access to firearms. and while she is yelling trying to get him to understand, she tells him that someone shot HER!!!!

cutscene to him stumbling into a room and falling into her arms OUGHHH I will eat that up a million times over. so clearly he did not listen to the "stay put" advice as she guides him through her place. is he laying down in her BED covered in his father's blood???? wow. her devotion to him is truly endless.

“we’ve got to find out who killed my father” “right now you need to rest" OHHH CRADLING HIS HEAD and putting a cold compress on it. the gentle murmuring of "it's okay". OHHH I could die. be still my whump addicted, rapidly beating heart. it's so gentle.

he wakes up mostly naked on her bed. she took his gun!!! and she took it to be compared with the one that killed his dad!!!! she is trying to clear him of wrongdoing. but it LOOKS like she suspects him.

he calls her to ask about taking the gun… “what, were you afraid I was going to shoot you, too?” <- OH I paused right there to copy down that line and her eyes look SOOO scared. my heart is breaking. she must be wondering what has gotten into him and why he can't trust her.

“you’ve been making reports on me since the beginning, scully, taking your little NOTES” <- this is SICK. SICK!!!!!! i wonder how much of this is whatever evil has gotten into him talking and how much of it is him really believing deep down that he Cannot trust her. or anyone. oh i just know that must have felt like a knife to the gut after everything she has done for him.

“you have my files, and you have my gun. don’t ask me for my trust” he hangs up after saying this. okay wow like i get he’s sick here and something is afoot but damn. after all they've been through.......

she takes the bullet from his wall. and notices someone is bringing a tank of stuff out. gas?? gas that makes you crazy?? is that what has gotten into him??? and the lady who shot her husband?

it's actually water! someone has been messing with the water on mulder's floor. we see the fellow who did this leaving in a van.

mulder takes a cab… back to his place? and sees someone running around the corner…. is that fucking Krychek. they are closing in on each other. 

and yes!!! it is him!! good to know even sick mulder can still kick krychek’s ass!!!!!!

now scully is on the scene!!!! AND SHE SHOT MULDER right in his shoulder!!! and krychek ran away!!! what is going on!!! what ratlike activities has krychek been up to!!

mulder wakes up in a bed in the house of the man from the very beginning who warned about snakes. albert!

“your shoulder is gonna be fine, the round when through nice and clean” she says, very gently, sitting next to him. YEAHHH MEDICAL PRECISION BABY!!

(in the whiniest, angriest voice imaginable) “you shot me >:(“ “yes, I did” <- LMAOOOO she is being so gentle with him

“if you killed krychek with that weapon, there would have been no way to prove that you didn’t kill your father” OKAYYYY queen of logic and facts!!! she is so smart. saved him by shooting him.

oh tea… they were putting what scully assumes to be LSD in his water. to make him distrust everyone he knows. and she still loves him after all of that. AUGH.

she drove his comatose ass TWO DAYS to New Mexico… like can love be any stronger??? it’s debatable.

“you’re lucky she’s a good shot”, says albert and YEAHHH THAT IS MY GIRL!!!! a good shot!!! :,)

pause. just gotta say here. scully is remarkable. mulder had been acting very Weird and yelling and screaming and his dad was shot and it looked like he did it. and despite all the evidence pointing to him killing his father, she never believed it fully. and he found this guy holding krychek at gunpoint, about to make himself appear guilty for his father’s murder. so she shoots him with enough accuracy to knock him down, gets him bandaged up, finds the LSD in his water, knocks his ass out, and drives him two days to New Mexico to find one of the very few people that can understand this code he is breaking a million rules to try and understand. like are you joking. is she not top ten characters of all time??? take a moment to acknowledge how amazing this is.

okay, so Albert says that evidence of a secret agreement is buried not far from where they are. 

he groans and gets up and asks “what about you” OHHH :( she missed her meeting with skinner for this and now she will have to Atone. he will be on his own for this one. this is probably for the best. she needs to stay employed and also explain to skinner that the punching thing was not actually his fault.

“thank you for taking care of me” OUGHHHH <- moaned by a girl who is in emotional pain. he thanked her. i mean, it's the least he could do; i'd say buying her dinner for a year and also bankrolling the animal shelter of her choice would be more appropriate, but this is a good starting place. for him to acknowledge his vulnerability. how out of his mind he was. chef's kiss.

OH her NAME is in those files?? with duane barry’s?? AND IT MENTIONS A TEST??? “i want you to find out, Mulder. i need you too” NOOOOO WHAT DID THEY DO TO HER?? she deserves NONE of this. i can only imagine how horrific it is to know you were taken and you don't know What Happened. again with the complicated medical history thing. mulder PLEASE find out for her. she deserves a lot more than that.

despite being shot, mulder is back behind the wheel, driving somewhere. albert says a people called the Anasazi disappeared 600 years ago and historians say they don’t know why because they won’t “sacrifice themselves to the truth”, and that "nothing disappears without a trace". i know a lot of historians so i can try and check and get back to you on this.

albert says "they still visit"... i wonder what the aliens like about this place? they make it to where they wanted to go: to eric! 

mulder is riding on the back of eric’s motorcycle. it is a bit of a funny sight. shoutout to eric for real. he shows mulder the big white thing from the start of the episode. and why do I feel that this episode will end before answers are obtained...

cigarette man calls!!! he says he needs to talk to mulder NOW. Re: his father: “he was never an opponent of the project. in fact, he authorized it. he couldn’t live with it” girl he doesn’t even know his dad was ON the project yet so. let's take it one step at a time. 

“no, he couldn’t live with it because you had him killed” being killed does generally stop living. but seriously mulder there are more pressing matters at hand!!!

“listen to me you black lunged son of a bitch, I’m going to expose you and your project” banger line but. WHY are you answering your phone rn mulder like they could be tracking you and you have BIG discoveries to be making!!

“expose anything and you only expose your father” <- ooo that is interesting... how much will that weigh in on his decision making process? i bet it's more his mom dealing with the fall out he's worried about

AND THEY DID GET A COORDINATE ON HIM DURING THAT CALL!!!!! WHY WHY WHY DID YOU ANSWER, MULDER! the minute you heard his voice you should have hung upppp ohh i'm gonna YELL 

he’s digging in the dirt and it says something about a railroad… it’s a refrigeration car…. thank you eric for showing the way. you are a hero. and he is IN THE CAR calling scully. he describes that it is filled with bodies. she asks, “what happened to them”, further revealing that she is the queen of asking grounding questions for those experiencing extreme distress

she knows some of what was in the files: it mentions that Axis powers scientists conducted studies after the war… so the alliance of earlier countries was NOT an accident!

in the railroad car, we see shriveled bodies, alien bodies, a foot. all visible as I type all this. she mentioned tests on humans referred to as “merchandise” but they aren’t humans, he insists!! they’re aliens and they’re scary… is he gonna see his sister… (thank god this did not happen)

he sees one with a vaccination scar. that is a terribly human thing to have. what did they DO to these people??

eric shuts him in the box car because the helicopter is arriving. 

eric refuses to talk to the government (king of knowing his rights) and mulder is gone. “nothing vanishes without a trace”, says cigarette man. okayyyy repeated motif. maybe mulder hid in all of the alien bodies in the car? that would be my guess.

ohhh, cig man is saying to burn it… and they do, in fact, blow that shit up. WHERE IS MULDER THOUGH??

NOOOO THE EPISODE ENDS THERE WITH A “TO BE CONTINUED” NOOOO

sigh. The AGONY contemporary viewers must have felt seeing this……. i feel for you, i really do. and all i have to do is just click the next button. but unfortunately i have too many rules to do such a thing and must first post my thoughts on this episode, and then my favorite moments from each character this season, and then my favorite moments of them together, and then the things we learned about them, and only THEN can i allow myself to watch the next episode.

but omg this was goooood though… last time i made a list of some fave episodes and this has definitely joined their ranks. the drama! the angst!! mulder being sick!! the fear of being unable to trust each other- if they cannot trust each other, does trust exist at all? my least favorite rat bitch krychek returning,,, and while I don’t care for him, it is an interesting development. also. mulder’s dad KNEW Cigarette Guy? and not just KNEW him casually, but was somehow involved in their alien fuckery? and we also learned today that, if we had any doubts, they have been squashed: scully is one of THE characters ever. she can shoot you so clean!!

I’m glad he was the damsel in distress. like i said, i demand gender quality in saving each other.

and the plot!!! the aliens!!! alien bodies with vaccines… so humans that TURNED into aliens, somehow? and we see them!! we so rarely get to see the aliens. and what if we get to learn what they did to scully!!

but where will this go from here!! will scully be in trouble with skinner? I feel like skinner will believe “mulder was being drugged part”, but I’m not sure if he can dig them out of the hole of having secret encoded files. 

and scully. she just wants to do the right thing. i love so desperately a character who wants to do the right thing, make the moral call, even if it’s hard, even if it means lying, putting it all on the line, it just has to be the right and ethical thing to do and then it’s okay. 

and mulder… losing his father… who he clearly didn’t have the greatest relationship with… his haunted voice on the line when he called scully… the way her first thought was to protect him, even if he couldn’t see the bigger picture, the way she SHOT him so he wouldn’t be accused of his father’s murder…

and krychek… i thought that was him in the shower but it was hard to tell because it was such a brief scene… but it was!!! what have they been doing to the rat man!!! he has been in the sewers rehearsing his ratty deeds!!!

a very good episode. i am hooked. i wish to jump right into the next one, but i shall not. i felt the same way at the end of last season, but i have to do my duty and blog. and to think, so much has happened in one month! both in the show and in my own life. wow.

it’s funny, i usually don’t care about the aliens at all. like I watch this show for mulder and scully time and not the spooky. but here, i'm kinda hooked. i want to know what happened and what they are hiding and what the bigger picture is between this and the stuff we learned in s1. you know it’s good when the girl that’s only here for the steady undertones of two people exhibiting extreme devotion to each other is actually tuned in to the extraterrestrials. who we think look like this: 👽 

i’m pleased! i’m pleased, and i’m intrigued, and i want more.

[zer0mori-dot-mp3]

TW ACHROMATIC BLOOD/CORPSE

hey you! wanna see some neighbor angst?

GOOD! under the cut is just that ^^

" Got a secret , can you keep it ? Swear this one you'll save . "

SO what the hell happened here? tis quite simple really!

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afton is not the most sociable man in his apartment building to anyone but mia. hence, he tells her and only her everything. just about the only thing he hasn't told her is his involvement in the trojan horse project. does or did he ever have plans to tell her? no. at least, not until the project was finished and it was safe for employees to talk about it.

one day, a radio broadcast was sent out. nobody knows who or what sent it. the voice exposed the project's intentions and everybody working on it, with the very first name being said was that of dr. w. afton. of course, everybody in his apartment complex recognized the name as the physicist living in the first apartment of the third floor.

everybody was, of course, shocked and upset by the news. how couldn't they be? there was a monster living in their apartment. this impacted everyone hard, but the person who was hurt the most was will's loving fiancée, mia stone. afton told her everything. so why didn't he tell her this?

the two agreed to always tell each other secrets and would promise not to tell anyone. afton had once told mia he had one massive secret he couldn't share with her until a later date. if she were to ever find out beforehand, he'd have to kill her.

this was that secret.

~

afton holding his now deceased soon-to-be wife in his arms, upset and distraught at what he just did, but knew it had to be done. it had to. it had to.

the government and the ddd's project was never meant to be exposed so early.

[pumpkinsy0]

I’m kind of freaking out about the state of the government right now. Mainly because my dad is really worried. Now I have to carry around my birth certificate and social security number. Cause my dad is worried about what might happen due to everything.

So…to make things a bit lighter

Got any Two-Bit,Dallas, and Tim Shenanigans HC’s that might make things a bit better?

tbh i get where ur coming from, from the campaign there was alread anti haitian things spreading *cough cough* cats and dogs thing *cough* and i am very scared what will happen w that guy now in charge but we will get through it all together im sure!!! i still have some hope!!! just take my hand,,,

•two bits spanish is kinda ass (no sabo two bit perchance????), but he will still have nicknames for everyone on spanish he will not b stopped!! he has yet to find nicknames for tim and dally tho, so everytime he sees them, hes pretty much testing the water and kinda risking getting punched AND looked at weird by a fluent spanish speaker for his pronunciation lol

•when tim moved to america and met them, he had nicknames for them in kreyòl as well, but years later hes just completely forgot them which upsets him bc he knows it was funny as hell, itll come back to him in a dream tho just give him time

•when they all walk together, tim HATESSSS when they walk in 3’s side by side, it feels so claustrophobic so he tends to push them away in a somewhat joking manner, but its always usually into something like a pole for dally or a bush/grass for two bit

•dally is the smallest out of the 3 sjze wise not byba LOT but by enough, tim knows his strength while two bit kinnndddaaa doesnt, so when they roughhouse dally by punching him a lil or shoving him it can have dally stumbling, so he prefers standing away from them. butttt that wont tim from picking him up or two bit doing a “random trust fall” on him (he will squash that winston like a BUG)

•two bit has never been outside of oklahoma let alone tulsa, while dally and tim have lived in a couple states before settling down in tulsa, they dont mind telling two bit what its like in cali, or florida, or nyc, its fun answering his questions hes like a kid whos opening presents on christmas

•never let them play card games together when theres money involved in it, it will most likely b poker and, it WILL go on for over an hour, theyre all cheating trying to call each other out for every little thing, at some point its not even fun and theyre so exhausted that they give up and one of em just steals more money than what they put down

•speaking of money, when two goes to give them a hug, two bit rlly only goes for a hug bc that way he can steal whatever is in their pocket. he PLANS on giving it back, but they pushed him off of them and walked away before he could so now their wallet is his for the time being. to give it back he just says he found it on the floor, luckily tho hes not a VILLAIN, he doesnt spend their money, everything is given back in prestins condition, he just likes making them worry for it

•two and dally talking to tim is like talking using a carrier pigeon, they almost never have full on conversations that start AND end in one place bc tim is so busy, so they hear what tim has to say from what he told someone else, one big game of telephone!!! does this cause arguments??? totally but its mainly bc they misheard somethin

•tim forgets two has an actual name, everytime he hears it he cringes a little, two bit dont look like a keith to him. alternatively, he forgets that dally/dallas is dallys REAL name, like its not just a nickname for whatever reason, hes so used to the curtis gang having odd names that he cant tell whats a nickname vs actual name

[residentevilbrews]

Where's the sweet and sour sauce? (One-Shot)

Leon Kennedy. The man was only twenty-nine years old. He completed his mission. He completed his task time and time again. He didn't have that many struggles.

Bad coping mechanisms? yeah, totally.

Drank when he could? only when he was given the opportunity.

Dating? that was a tough one. He wasn't exactly a man who took every opportunity given to him when a woman would flirt with him. He'd sometimes not get it, or even be blind to it. It's not to say he's not flattered, he is, but he had only one woman on his mind.

He sat at the bar's counter, waiting. Music played in the background, to be frank, he probably would forget it the moment he stepped out of the bar.

"So, whatcha doing here alone, Kennedy?" Axel Phoenix, the last person Leon needed to hear from.

"I'm on a date."

"By yourself?" Axel laughed, taking a seat next to the man.

"What are you doing here, Phoenix?" Leon asked looking up at him, his hand with a glass filled with straight up whiskey.

Axel shrugged.

"I was in the neighborhood, doing business, ya know how it is, Kennedy." He snickered.

Axel had felt like a pestering younger brother, he was much younger than Leon by five years. Leon had met him when he was twenty-two years old when Axel was barely eighteen years old and already forced to join government training to become an agent.

The two had trained together for two years before ultimately, Axel wasn't allowed to join the government's program and instead joined R.O.P.E. A program centered on helping those in need after biohazard disasters. Doctors and scientists that were involved in Umbrella who had one bit of humanity left were allowed to join the program if found by R.O.P.E. However, those you didn't want to redeem themselves, were hunted down by their special unit, N.O.O.S.E agents.

That's where Axel comes in, he was one of the first new recruits for that unit, he was able to get his anger and emotions out. That was why he was part of the unit. He had a lot of unsolved anger caused by the disaster he survived that he never went into.

Leon sighed as he pulled the drink up to his lips. Taking a sip.

"Fucking shit, come on, tell me who's the lucky girl....? or lucky guy."

Leon almost choked on his drink.

"It's a woman."

"Cool, do I know her?" Axel snickered.

"No, you probably haven't met her." Leon shrugged and looked around. He was expecting her any minute now.

Axel's fingers tapped the counter with a soft bounce.

"Dude, go on, talk about her." He smirked.

Leon laughed, shaking his head.

"I would, but she'd be here any minute, and I don't think I'd stop until I finish my full thoughts." Leon spoke with a smile. "She's really something special."

"Special is it? Is it that Wong lady?" Axel guessed.

Leon shook his head.

"No,"

"Claire?"

"No, she's been seeing Fawn for a while." He pointed out.

"Oh...uh, Ashley?"

Leon sighed.

"You're gonna keep guessing until I say huh?"

"Pretty much," Axel shrugged. "Seeing you actually go on a date is hilarious. I don't know who in their right mind would."

Leon leaned close to the counter, his eyes searching the bar for her.

"Okay, fine, you win." He said reaching into his pocket. "You gotta promise not to be a jackass in front of her."

"I'll make no such deal." Axel smirked.

Leon had pulled out a photo of a short hair brunette with a smile, it seemed based off the photograph that she didn't smile that much. But when she did it was worth it.

"Whoa, she seems like your type." Axel said staring at the photo. "She's got a killer tattoo,"

Leon sighed in relief.

"I was almost going to punch you if you said rack."

"What? you think I'd tell the guy who's dating this girl that?" Axel raised an eyebrow. "You really don't think highly of me huh?"

Leon looked at him.

"W-What makes you think that? I...."

Axel chuckled.

"It's a joke, geez, I hope I'm not that way when I'm your age." He shook his head as he looked at a woman who came in with some wings. "Sweet thanks, miss."

The young woman nodded as she placed the wings in front of Axel.

"What was your question again?" Axel looked at Leon.

"What makes you think I look down on you?" Leon raised an eyebrow.

Axel took a bite of his wing and wiped his hand with a napkin afterwards. He seemed quiet for a moment or so. But he finally answered.

"Fucking hell, you don't think I've seen you look frustrated with me whenever I enter a room? I know you don't care about what I do and don't do, especially after training."

Leon sighed, taking another long sip of his whiskey. He finished as he looked towards the bartender. "Give me another,"

"Right away, sir." The bartender spoke and began to make his drink.

The atmosphere was dead silent. Leon could hear more noise in a room full of fallen cultists from his mission in Spain. It felt silent to him at least, despite the other people around them and the music, he felt like he couldn't hear.

Did he go deaf? He couldn't tell, his heart raced, his mind ran ahead of him, and the need to breathe became slower and slower.

"Leon?"

Was he always looking down at Axel? He recalled a mission with himself, Krauser and Axel. He remembered almost leaving Axel for dead due to his behavior. He recalled Axel fighting till the very end and managing to catch up with him and Krauser.

He could hear Krauser's praise, or what he could even call praise.

He swallowed.

"You had one job Phoenix, fighting to survive." Krauser spoke. "Can't fucking throw a stab like Kennedy here, and I don't even like him that much, but I like him a helluva lot better than you Phoenix."

He could recall the fear in Axel's eyes when almost getting attacked. He was only eighteen, he was the newest arrival months after Kennedy.

"Leon?"

How could Leon not speak up for him? How could he let someone like Krauser walk all over the guy? He didn't know, maybe it was a hidden feeling of relief he wasn't the one getting the shit end of the stick?

All he could do was watch.

He didn't really care about Axel at the time, but it was different right now? right?

"Leon???"

Leon snapped back to reality, he almost fell out of his stool. He paused and stared at Axel.

"What? what's going on?" He said immediately.

"Your date is here?" Axel pointed at the familiar brunette who was dressed to the nines, she seemed to search for Leon, and it felt like a dream as Leon noticed her.

"April!" He called out.

The woman turned her head and walked over. Axel took note that she was a lot taller than he thought she'd be. He was surprised as she approached the two men.

"Hey, I thought you were gonna be outside waiting!" She huffed.

Leon felt himself smile at her, she looked absolutely stunning in that moment.

"Right, I got thirsty and couldn't wait, had to kick it down a notch, kind of to help get me in the mood." He hummed

"Well, now that that's settled, you gotta give me this." April snatched the glass of whiskey from Leon and began to sip it a bit.

Leon didn't bother taking it back, he liked it when she snatched things from him. Whether it was his food or just the remote, he didn't mind. Watching her smirk and look satisfied with taking it was both cute and fun.

It kind of kept him on his toes because he wasn't sure when she'd do it. Having her with him was amazing, and it helped keep him at ease. Kind of like a scented candle, a beautiful scent, enchanting to watch, and warm to the touch.

Axel focused on his wings as he paused, taking another bite and swallowed.

"Where's the sweet and sour sauce?" He asked out loud, causing the atmosphere to become absolutely awkward.

"Do they have hot wing? sweet!" April grinned. "Wouldn't be a grill and bar, without hot wings." Axel smirked back. "I'm Axel, Leon's best friend."

"Oh shit, babe, you didn't tell me that." April laughed. "I'm surprised."

Leon nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah, uh, we sure are." He coughed. "So, what kind of wings do you want?"

"The spiciest I can get!!" April grinned ear to ear.

"Uh sure, babe, you're positive?"

April nodded.

"Bring on the challenge!" She said in a excited tone as Leon proceeded to order her her wings.

Hopefully this wasn't going to be a long night of wing eating contests and getting drunk between the three of them.

~~~~~~~~

I wanted to write a quick one-shot involving my other oc Axel, who hasn't been introduced on here, yet. So yeah, he's another soldier character and will be involved in Fawn's stories, Cindy related stories and such.

I decided to include @inhabitant-nefarious 's OC April Navarro. I hope I wrote her good. T-T I was originally going to try and do something with her and Shiloh, but couldn't think of anything good. SOOO INSTEAD WE GOT AXEL.

Anyways, I'll be drawing now~

[cherry-blossom-qf]

all magos y did u steal the crown

💙: "Well amongst all of us... it was for revenge. Not the most favorable reason, but it was our reason"

🍏: "We're all the same species, except for that Digimon over there..."

🎩: *bro is staying quiet cuz he doesn't want to be involved*

🍏: "That means, 5 out of 6 of us had the same story... Although our beginning were completely different, if that makes sense."

🚔: "Abandon to the streets, everyone was an asshole to us. Because according to the law of our home planet, if you were abandoned, orphaned, ditched, etc, you were seen as garbage. No talent nor powers was ever gonna get you respect from the more privileged folks. Messed up rules on a messed up planet."

🦋: "At least it seems that we all got into school!! Tho, I wouldn't say it helped. Got straight As and was still seen as lesser than.."

💙: "You guys remember the cargo ship? The escape plan? The plan to explore the entire galaxy on that ship until we found a place to build a theme park... only to accidentally get stranded on Halcandra? Only surviving for three-ish years cuz of the Lor Starcutter that was abandoned yet still surprising worked? The computer logs about the tales of Master Crown from that tome in school being actually real and in Halcandra? The multiple attempts to get that crown from Landia? And the attempt to bomb Landia with cannons we gave to the Lor—"

🍏: "Yeah, yeah, I remember all, UT. I think we all do."

🦋: "Kinda funny how we're all talking about this like we went through this stuff together!! Even though we actually went through it separately in our on universes."

👑: "The moment we learned of the crown being real... We started hatching ideas. Thanks to being treated like shit, all we could think of is pay back. Take over the galaxy as it's new overlord, show our unjustly home planet how horrible we could be."

💙: "And then we got our asses kicked by Kirby!" :D

🚔: "Yeah! And then the thing that happened after that happened! I became apart of the freelance police, UT has a happy monster family, Apps got to be a heroic sky-hero-person, Blindolor is... blind.. but still in a happier place! And Mr Disney Princess got himself hitched to the crown itself in super gross unholy matrimony!!"

👑: "Don't talk shit about my spouse! Also I got more than just my spouse to be happy about!"

🚔: "And whats that? Riches? Servants? Some 18+ content the audience will never get because this is a PG13 friendly blog?"

👑: "Better! My own revenge!! By going back to my home planet and killing their government higher ups!!" ^w^

💙: "YOU DID WHAT?!?"

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🩸: "This still all sounds like a skill issue."

🦋: "NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION, SHITFACE!!"

[shiocreator]

I think adding scarlette into assassination classroom via just combining the worlds has been very fun for me

she's just like, hiking goes off the path abit and sees what she assumes is her worlds version of a kraken (korosensei) getting attacked by children, and after considering, assumes it Could be a mascot costume and simply playing, and before deciding she really doesn't wanna be involved gets caught by Karasuma and questioned by the government

She is aware magic exists (she is magical) and is just assuming anything when it comes to Korosensei. Sci fy and not fantasy was not on her top priorities at all

Her mom was an ex sports star (she played Many different sports and since scarlette has her mom's baseball bat. She likely played baseball too) and I just think there's a whole episode on why you shouldn't compare people to others because of that

Anyways beyond all that, onto a fun random thought, I think Karma likely doesn't respect Scarlette too much, SURE she punched Korosensei, Hard, but she's. Like. Still an easy pushover and easy to Bully. He respects her a lot by now she's kind and respectful to all the students but also its far too easy to steal her goose doodle notebook and toss it to the highest shelf

And after Kyoto I think Scarlette would be mulling over something, and eventually karma does something that leads scarlette into telling him to "treat her like korosensei for the day" (aka. Try to land a hit on her) with so Many restrictions and rules. for her own safety

And I think he'd absolutely try to go all in and attack only to hit air. Fighting against someone unassumingly stronger than him because she has more training suprisingly, she's always so on edge, she can react quick and leave quick. Never trained to kill but still strong enough to fight back. Doesn't wanna hurt him

"If I had legitimate intent to kill you. I could do that. If i had the intent to hurt, i would do that, and i could do that. I didn't do all this just to hurt you though, I'm uhm.. sorry if I did uhhh.

But I. I want you to win all your battles... and you can't do that if you underestimate everyone you fight, you need to think of how to react. How to dodge. How to land the right hit. You're a scary smart kid, you are strong, very strong, but you think you'll win everything even when you dont realize they have more power and skill than you could... You can do it, I beileve in ya."

I just think karma could get abit more development with this Lil idea and gives a fun interaction and episode idea for the two....

Karma finally lands a hit on her after he looked at everything and what she's expecting, and shes finally down and shes very proud and says as such

I also like to imagine afterwards, her deeply concerningly bruised (her moth stuff effecting her), hanging around in the school just recuperating from the day and her beat down with Korosensei checking on her, and a Lil piece of her history gets revealed

"I saw myself abit in him. Cocky, always thinking he's gonna win.. strong reckless... I still am reckless but eh... My mom needed to have a similar conversation with. Me... I was a guard dog, always will be, but especially back then... My friend. Always defending him. My mom knew I kept getting into fights, she decided I needed to learn I could lose if I wasn't careful heh...

I didn't wanna hurt her, I really didn't.. so she grappled abit, but it didnt hurt, and after she never touched me. Only defended and dodged... I think she just wanted me to think there would be consequences if I didn't strike heh. It worked though..I finally hit a swing at her, caught her off guard and bringing get down... and she just laughed and said I did well. Got me something I wanted after...

in the end, this was just a lesson my mom taught me less than his age, don't compliment me for it..

...it's so weird having a happy memory from my childhood I actually remember"

"Do you not normally remember your childhood?"

"W-well it's just. Weird, I don't know..."

Etc etc... I just think it's fun...

Also neat to imagine slowly her backstory reveal, which she refuses to do because it's "not as bad as everyone elses"

Her story is one of school bullying, she was an outcast and in the end it made her become friends with someone who used her desperate loneliness and yearning for friendships with peers to their advantage, having created an abusive friendship that helped hurt her for life alongside the bullying

She was still hurt deeply by it all. So bad she became a shut in for years becoming even lonlier before ending up becoming a literal monster physically. Which gave her the ability to leave her home longer

But... she's still fucked up. It fucked her up badly. She doesn't give herself the room to grieve. She doesn't forgive herself for the crime of being desperate for friends. She confides in no one beileving she is unworthy of discussing her traumas since "it wasn't that bad".

And they finally get it out of her and she's told it lightly, like it was her fault her friend used her and hurt her emotionally and mentally. Her fault no one liked her.

She cannot commit positive consequences, only negative or neutral ones. So how odd it is, She decides to be a caring person as best she can

@lunanitic-moon assassination classroom scarlette tag thing....

[iluminated-goat]

Ilumi, I just woke up from a short nap just to get hit with an inspiration, which feels like being shanked to death. I gotta share this with you before I went to bed again!

Ok, so consider this as a branch for our A Better World au, just to be clear. Stan agrees to take Journal 1 from Ford, got pregnant with their kid, and left to Washington, right? But consider this, Stan has some critical childbirth conditions and dies during delivery.

Sometime before his death, he unknowingly met one of Mama’s boys (one of the clean-up crew that I talked about last time) and befriended them, who in turn helped him prepare for his new life in Washington and protect him from his enemies like Rico (don't ask how the boys did it).

Stan wrote a letter to Ford in advance to tell him about their baby as a last act of hope to reconnect with his brother should he ever die and want their child to know their biological father.

But the letter was sent to Ford only two months after his passing, enough time for her boys to destroy any evidence of their existence, claim both Journal 1 and the newborn baby away for Mama. To add salt on the wound, the funeral processions were also quietly handled, and no one knows what happened to the body (either it was buried under a different name or cremated and his ashes were scattered to the sea, your guess).

When Ford finally receives the letter, he has already started the foundations of the Institute of Oddology with the support of the US government. Imagine the devastation he must have felt once he realised of not only Stan's death but also the abduction of the newborn baby that he will never get to meet.

So here we are, 30 years later, the CEO of the Institute of Oddology, in constant despair and desperation to find the last traces of his deceased twin in any way possible. And so far, he only has this information:

There were three individuals involved; one was the unknown police officer, a US government agent, and a local doctor of unknown origins. Any form of identification, be it digital or biological, proved to be failure. Not even the supernatural being residing the area are willing to speak about them, only noting how each kf them felt a presence that was 'something predatorial and dominant' watching over them.

There were hints of involvement with the massacre of a local gang in Mexico, falsification of several documents and strings of murders believed to be a part of the Ciphertology cult. The three of them have stolen Journal 1, his body and the newborn baby without leaving any traces.

Recently, the Insitute has reported an emergency call saying that Journal 2 has been stolen from its original hiding place with the area surrounded by some dead guards. And now they're coming for the last Journal that is now in his hands.

Hello Mirror! Finally I get to go insane over this ask, tagging you just to be sure it reaches you @mirrorworldangel

Man, the fact that Stan left a letter because he wanted their baby to be taken care of... Shoot me in the head if I'm wrong, but for some reason, I feel like the tardiness of the letter was... intentional by Mama's part. If we're talking about the Washington state, it's literally next to Oregon, unless something happened on the way, it would still reach Ford – still late, but it would reach him (Washington D.C, on the other hand, would make a lot of sense, considering it's on the other side of the USA).

One of the reasons I feel like the letter was tampered with was: 1. Mama dislikes Ford (a lot), 2. She has a soft spot for Stan. So like, I feel like she thought that their child would be more safe in her hands than Ford's. But I still have some conflict feelings about the way she did things. Like, yes they were done with good intentions. But just doing everything in the dark?? Practically making it look like Stan never existed?? Oof.

And now the journals. With the way Ford was so protective of his research when Stan tried to burn it on the Tale of Two Stans, this won't end well... I feel like Mama is trying to get rid of anything involving Cipher/the anomalies – cause they were, kind of, the catalyst for all of this I would say. I think she blames Ford a lot for most of what happened.

Although I'm a bit curious after what happened to Stan and their baby. I have no doubt that she would treat them well, but what about after?? I'd doubt many of the Contractors even have the time to watch over a kid, let alone a baby. And Stan's body?? Is he preserved somewhere or did she try to bring him back to life (considering Contractor Stan origins)??

(And I'm definitely excited to see what the other Contractors look like).

Also I hope you don't mind if I make a little analysis of Mama and Ford! While I was thinking of this ask, something that I realized is that: Mama and Ford are similar to each other. This probably sounds hard to think, but when you start seeing their characters and thinking about their actions, for people who hate eachother they're very alike. Such as:

The black and white point of view;

Their selfishness and hypocrisy (dw I'll elaborate later!!);

Tunnel vision when it comes to "the better good";

How protective they are of their respective families;

These are some of the main points. Of course, Mama is more outspoken to her feelings and Ford is a bit reclusive (especially after Bill). However, something that Mama seems to be is a bit of a "helicopter-parent" I would say. Per example: think of a relationship. She warns one of her Contractors that it's not worth it, however, she still lets them pursue it. And when it goes wrong and her Contractors go back to her, I feel like she'll comfort them, but still feel some kind of satisfaction from it (because she was "right". Especially with her trauma from her dimension, it feels like she established some patterns with people she "likes" and the people she "hates". Kind of a way to protect herself).

Hence where this was actually what inspired this piece. Warning for: DISTURBING CONTENT (RELIGIOUS AND UNCANNY)

With Stanford going or not through the portal, this man is stubborn. He survived Cipher (even if barely), he would go face to face with Mama, even if it lead to his downfall. I'd think he definitely call out how she's practically keeping his child away from him by targeting her own family. Takes one to know, after all.

Man I had so much fun brainstorming this and making this piece. I loved this darker turn in the Better World AU!! Wonder if you can decipher what Mama's saying ;)

If it's too dark to actually see what's going on, here's a lighter version:

[meowdei]

Shanks is actually born to a world noble family. The world nobles/celestial dragons are The Fucking Worst they’re evil ass slaveowners who consider themselves so above the rest of the world that they don’t consider themselves human anymore and deem the masses basically animals. The world government basically exists to prop them up so the marines r at their beck and call and they can do Whatever the fuck they want canonically they will just show up and go yea I want that woman to be my new concubine oh she’s got a bf kill him.

“Wow that’s horrible plu” oh just u wait bc in fact his family is EVEN WORSE they r not just the wimpy dinky celestial dragons but they’re fucking celestial dragon COPS his biological father executed another celestial dragon for having Human Decency and helping a princess from being enslaved.

Anyway shanks avoided being a piece of shit bc he wasn’t raised by his bio dad; the former king of pirates happened to be involved w an incident that included shanks’ bio dad and made off w a bunch of treasure that included lil infant shanks hidden in a treasure chest and went “oh shit a baby! Ig I’m a dad now” (for the record. Also how shanks himself came to be uta’s father twenty yrs later 🥺 literally the cutest thing but i digress) so he was raised by pirates not as a world noble/celestial dragon, unlike his twin Shamrock who was raised by their dogshit father and who is a proud world noble. It’s not fully been laid out yet but Shanks did visit them for a bit (presumably when he was like 15-16 yrs old after his adoptive father was executed…..) but was sailing around building his crew by the time he was 17, and shamrock mentions he “chooses to mingle with the filth” so p much confirmed he cast off the title and wanted nothing to do w the world nobles or his birth family. Which makes sense bc he Does openly claim his connection to his adoptive father/crew while never discussing the Existence of his identical twin brother 💀

So yeah. When I say evil twin I mean Evil Twin 🫶🏻

WAIT I HAVE TO ASK IF THIS IS THE SAME ELITIST PLACE THAT LUFFYS ADOPTIVE BROTHER RAN AWAY FROM I FEEL LIKE THIS SOUNDS FAMILIAR FROM WHEN YOU TOLD ME ABOUT HIM

I wanna watch op so badly now that you keep telling me about these little guys but I need to catch up with hsr first my brain is not capable of doing both at once BUT I WANT TO UNDERSTAND THESE LITTLE GUYS MYSELF

That being said I was thinking “wow that’s horrible plu” and then you added more and I was like >:O “dats even WORSE PLOOV”

Also shanks little adoption story repeating with his own daughter later 🥹 that’s so cute wahhh I trust he is a very good father to ur little step daughter

His evil twin is really eviling here wow WHEN I READ EVIL TWIN I genuinely was under the impression that he was evil to SHANKS specifically and was like. Idk jealous or just selfish to his brother specifically like a lot of sibling rivalries go I DID NOT THINK HE WAS LIKE . ACTUALLY PURELY EVIL BY NATURE but ig that’s what happens when u are raised in that environment. Something something nature vs nurture

[crossxworlds]

The Pocket Rift

A CrossXworlds story

© 2025 - Kevin W. Burke

Act 2 - Tryl

Episode 18

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With an apologetic smile, Aini said, “I’m sorry to have disturbed your plans for the night, I’m actually waiting here for someone.”

Davin’s face fell for a moment.

“Oh, you are? Should I go?” He asked, pointing a thumb back at the doors behind him. He didn't move towards them, though.

“No, you're fine to stay. It's a big roof.” 

He started making his way back to the patio furniture. “I won't be interrupting anything?”

“Truth be told, he's long overdue. He may not come after all.”

“Oh, I see. I'm sorry to hear that.” He did not look a bit sorry, however.

He was studying her bit by bit in stolen glances while he settled down in one of the chairs, and while fetching a beer from the table between them. She found herself unexpectedly flattered by his attention. 

He cracked the can open with a metal tab.

“So… things aren't going well between you two?” he asked her at last.

She laughed, flushing. “It's not like that. We’ve actually never met. He's a… colleague. It's business. He’s been hard to get a hold of.”

Davin sat up, fetched another beer from the case and held it out to her, nodding at the other seat across the table.

“Thank you.” She accepted the drink and sat at the edge of the seat of the other patio chair. “It’s Davin, right? I’m Aiani.”

He nodded. “Aiani,” he said, as if savoring her name in his mouth. “Aiani.” She crooked her head, looking at him. “And why are you on this rooftop?”

He laughed. “I live here. Apartment 4D, remember? I come up here sometimes on quiet nights to unwind.” He looked at her pointedly. “There haven’t been a lot of quiet nights around here lately.”

She scoffed, then raised her eyebrows and exhaled. “That is an understatement.”

“So it’s all true?” he asked. “The stories on the news? Elves and magic and other worlds? Gods, it sounds so crazy when I say it out loud. I mean, I know the police and the Continental Guard raided the other building and then got pushed back out before all the lawyers got involved, but I didn’t see any of that because I was at work. A coworker of mine says it’s all fake, a government conspiracy.” His words came out in a gush and she realized that there was a spark in his blue eyes while he talked about the situation, like it was exciting for him.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s all true,” she said. “Some of those journalists seem deliberately set to misunderstand the Council’s mission. And our response to the invasions.” 

“But you’re a real elf,” he said, pointing to his ears. 

Aiani nodded, pointing to hers. 

“Wait– I’m not under a spell, am I? Did you enchant me? They said you guys can enchant people.” Was he fearful or– hopeful?

Aiani smirked, deciding to find out. “Why? Is it working?”

Davin stammered and blushed.

Aiani cracked open her beer, trying to hide a smile. He was definitely hopeful.

“Well if it is, that’s on you,” she said, pointing at him with beer in hand. “I haven’t done anything.”

She sipped the beer and made a face. “Oh, this is terrible,” she said. “You need to go to Illia for some real beer.”

Davin laughed and shrugged. “If I knew I was going to have company, I wouldn’t have bought the cheap stuff.”

She sipped again, only wincing slightly this time. 

He pointed. “Eh? See? A few more sips and you won't even notice any downsides.”

“Now there’s a line that’s been the downfall of many young ladies, I’m sure.  Who's enchanting who now?” she asked.

They both chuckled softly.

“Wait— Speaking of journalists,” Devin tilted his head, a searching look on his face, as if trying to remember something. Are you…?” He studied her face closely. “Aren't you the elf girl? The one they interview on the news?”

Aiani rolled her eyes, sighing. “I don’t know why the Councilor General keeps asking me to do that. Maybe because I’m the only one with experience in Tryl who doesn’t have my hand in the pot.

“I didn’t have an established Tryl identity to protect like most…” Aiani started to trail off, distracted by a sound. She looked out over the rooftop at the skyline. Nothing there.

“Sorry, I thought I heard something. I was saying, I don't have an identity to protect like most Council agents here–” She heard it again.

“Do you hear that?” She asked Davin. 

He looked around, listening. 

“No, I don't hear–”

“There!” Aiani said, standing up. “ You didn't hear that?”

“Maybe my ears aren't pointy enough–”

“Shush!” Aiani said, pacing carefully towards the edge of the rooftop.

Davin stood up cautiously. He tucked one hand behind his back.

Aiani rushed to the edge of the roof all at once. 

“There!” she exclaimed, pointing out into the air near the building. 

Once she had spotted it, the drone stopped trying to hide, rising up above the roof, circling around it, pointing towards her.

Now this was something Aiani had a spell for, one she'd known since a child in Morinar. She barely had to focus her will, shooting off a Firebolt like doing so was part of her nature. The drone exploded in flames and plummeted to the rooftop. She marched over and stomped on it, partly to put out the flames, and because it just felt good.

When she turned around, Davin stood staring, eyes and mouth open. 

“Oh my H'el. What was that?!”

She walked back, her eyebrows crinkled at him for a second. “What? It was just a drone. Haven't you seen one before?”

Davin raised a hand, finger pointed, in mimic of the hand motion Aiani had made for her Firebolt, his mouth open for words he still hadn't come up with yet. 

“No, no, I mean– of course I've seen a drone. What was the– your hand exploded it! That was amazing!”

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[eccentric-nucleus]

sorry i'm still posting about progression fantasies

anyway one story i've been reading and actually enjoying is super supportive.

this got long so i'm putting it behind a readmore.

the setup: it's 2040. aliens contacted humans in the 1960s and were like "hey we'll give you superpowers and magic technology and access to our multiworld government. all you have to do is sign this contract. its fine. just, all the superpowered people are our property and we can summon them up as servants whenever we want to do whatever we want. you'll be obligated to provide some humans to do this. we'll pick who gets superpowers and no they cannot refuse. its fine." one other alien is like "it would be more easier if i explained (the my boss, the alien) that your friend was your pet or your property b/c 'friends' isn't really a reasonable category for them."

the degree to which the aliens are, you know, clearly and obviously taking advantage of humans cannot be understated in the initial chapters. there are supervillains too, and the aliens are just like, yeah we don't care if they murder some humans it's fine. there's a lot of intentionally-jarring narration about characters with skills going between "powerful superhero" and "forcibly-conscripted alien valet" depending on whether they're talking about their image vs. what they actually do. plenty of heroes get summoned out into the universe and are then never heard from again. the secretary at the alien consulate the main character goes to is a prisoner/slave who is under a geas so strong that he can't express food preferences. there's a short little aside about how "stat boosts" to your "appeal" stat also involve mental manipulation to make you more personable and agreeable, and yes yes technically forced mental manipulation usually isn't allowed according to the alien contract but by selecting points in appeal you implicitly consent to it! and yes you could technically say, every time you want to (or are forced by class requirements to) put points in appeal that you don't want any of the mental stuff but really that's just being stubborn and digging your heels in and people won't like that. etc.

it kinda reminded me of uhhh becoming alien in that it is about a human going "wow cool scifi adventure!" and then slowly realizing that the political & bureaucratic structures in play basically make it a meat grinder for idealists. that's fun.

anyway so it's a little jarring when we get introduced to some of the high-powered alien paladin-wizards and they're all perfectly noble and self-sacrificing. or, there's (to me) a very noticeable point in the story where it shifts from Initial Premise mode into This Is A Long-Running Serial mode, and it kinda jettisons some of the existing tensions so it can introduce new concepts. story elements that were introduced early on and connected to hazy, unclear corners of the worldbuilding get resolved in a way that sidelines them (like e.g., alden's gremlin stops being so much a thing with a story connection and a mystery around it to mostly just being a power he has. "hey why does this make me better at wordchains?" gorgon: "weird it's more fragmentary than i thought; it isn't supposed to do that; well, w/e")

i mean yes it is in-progress and it's clearly setting up for the eventual fallout of alden's whole pseudo-knight thing getting revealed (probably like another 100 chapters on), but i would be shocked if any of the actual knights objected to it in a meaningful sense + we have not actually seen any of the exploitative aliens we were promised with the introduction. like, ro-dan maybe. i'm sure artonian politics is gonna come up eventually but as it is currently a whole hunk of that was jettisoned w/ one conversation that's like "well okay maybe we do have this extremely exploitative contract system for all our resource worlds and maybe you are all effectively slave labor who can be compelled by the contract to do whatever we want but actually it's just messy political design-by-committee so it's not like they're all evil or anything. no further questions."

so like i'm sure there will eventually be a "let's talk about artonian politics" arc, probably around whenever alden's whole secret gets blown up, but the nature of serial fiction means that we're gonna be hearing about his time in superhero school for quite a while.

(long-running progression fantasy serials have these two moves that show up again and again. the "let's do a dungeon-crawl" arc and the "let's go to magic school arc". just like, these enormous filler arcs that don't really do much aside from consume the word quota for a while. i mean, super supportive's superhero school section is fine; it's more engaging than most. given the initial concept of the story it's both inevitable and also a natural part of the whole narrative; it's not shoehorned in. i'm just saying, it's an extremely common narrative chunk to throw into all sorts of progression fantasy stuff for no reason. it was very funny when i went to look up what books 3 and 4 of sporemageddon/spores and sorcery were, and the answer was: all of book 3 is a dungeon crawl arc where the only important or interesting thing happens at the very end; all of book 4 is a magic school arc where the only important or interesting thing... actually i don't think anything really happens the entire book. the mc assassinates some people b/c that was the entire point of going to magic school and then they leave and it's like oh okay this could've been a one-paragraph summary of doing a job for the union. anyway this is a tangent.)

anyway i think super supportive is already like 500k words or something so maybe by the time it hits a million words i will have been exhausted by the premise and be done with it. but maybe not!! it's been okay so far!!

[geminiperson]

Kicking it Old School

Alright, so the (American) government being the asshole it is, they got mad that we did the things that we have written into the constitution, namely community organizing and using our right to free speech and assembly to voice decent to the existing genocide occurring in Palestine, opposing the misuse of our tax dollars to fund said genocide, and point out that while they can not be bothered to reach across the aisle on any other issue that would benefit Americans, namely utilizing those billions and in some case TRILLIONS of tax dollars to provide help to struggling people in our country, they could agree to attempt to silence the millions of voices across the nation for their use of a platform that was developed outside of the country because of a hypothetical fear that they manufactured of a foreign nation doing the thing that American made social media platforms (including big t that I'm posting from right now) are already doing. Even though the data is housed locally for American users by an American company. Even though the tenuous "fear" they have is that the parent company of Tiktok, Byte Dance, which is located in China, has no direct control over Tiktok itself, which is based in Singapore, an entirely separate country that the Chinese Government does not have sway over (Just a reminder for Senator Cotton, the ignorant racist who refused to listen to the information provided by the CEO of Tiktok, a Singaporian National).

So the manufactured fear has allowed them to oppose a vast network of community organization, with no real enforcement to be had, which is a not so polite reminder that VPN's exist, and can be used to evade all of this. But regardless, not everyone is going to be able to afford the VPN option, and there should be a free option for community organization. So here we are, coming back to our roots, the OG, the classic, rebirth of the 2010's era, the tumblr blog has returned. I deleted my original tumblr years ago. I'm a public person, to the point that my own home is highly visible, albeit a bit tedious to watch since the one space people can see in to is where I sleep and watch tv. But being that my content was always intended to be humerous, if a bit jaded and dark, I figure now is the time to use my extensive talents and creative skills start doing something that I've wanted to do for years. If this takes off, I might transition to a full time hosted blog, but I'm a fan of grass roots starting points, and truthfully, there's not much more grass roots than tumblr. Additionally, the tools and skills of the trade for podcasting are available to me as well, and I'm not opposed to it, since I already knowledgable in the creation, and I could easily do things with it. Who knows, maybe this is the start of my full time professional career, but who knows. Regardless, I'm going to list a few things you can expect from me on my page moving forward. - Anime content

LOOOOOVE me some Anime. I don't interact a ton with the fandoms, mostly because there are some super questionable and problematic ideas (ships) floating around the internet. That being the case, I'll mostly talk about the ones I love most, namely One Piece, because I live for the display of leftist rhetoric and dispensation of Justice and Joyboy Wonder that is Luffy and his crew.

-Politics

I'm more than a little comfortable discussing politics. I've been involved as a volunteer lobbyist in the past, and I engage with and regularly review content revolving around national and international politics, and I think it's important to not avoid discussing it. My takes will not always be perfect, but I generally center them around the ideas that people should always come before companies, and people can generally make decisions for themselves regarding self identity and bodily autonomy. Science will never be political to me, and regardless of my personal religious beliefs, science will make the decisions for me regarding health and wellness.

-Tea

I am a lover of all things tea. I have a talent I have developed for a while now, of making home brewed loose leaf tea, and I enjoy sharing that knowledge and information with others. Tea is very much a special interest for me, on par with One Piece and Minecraft. So you will definitely see stuff like tea recipes and resources from me regularly. I have for some time now had a dream of owning my own tea shop, and I will absolutely achieve that some day. And yes, my love of this stems from my love of Uncle Iroh.

-Cats and Animals in General

I have two cats, Shadow, who is pictured in my current PFP, and Poppie, the gremlin boy. I intend to someday have a service dog again, and when that happens, you will be introduced to said dog, but for now, it's me and my demons. I have this desire to have a small plot of land with a few farm animals to watch over, namely a few hens for eggs, maybe a mini-cow or some goats to produce fertilizer, but also I want live in the middle of the woods, so like, who knows how that will shake out. I'm a four seasons kind of person, and northern woods tend to have that. That is for the future to decide, but for now, it's just me and my cats.

-Lifestyle stuff

The category is broad, but includes all kinds of things. Home tech, cooking, discussions on queerness, and life tips and advice. I tend to write some of these from the perspective of me to my past self, telling things I wish I had known then that I know now.

-Music

Less focused on it's discussion, and more on presentation. I have a decently expansive taste, that only really excludes modern pop country, which I view as terrible. That said, old country, such as Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash, and the like, are among some of my favorites. That said, I'm also a hiphop head, and I've been to more underground rap shows than any other type of live show. -Mental Health

I'm mentally ill. I have been diagnosed with three separate mental health disorders, as well as ADD, and although I have never been officially tested, I am more than likely on the Autism Spectrum. I have lived a rather colorful life full of interesting choices, and I was not always given the grace I needed to grow. So from time to time, I'll have things to say on mental health. I'm not one to answer questions for others about their own mental health, because I know this is something that needs to be handled by professionals, but I will always do my best to be up front and honest, because I hate the idea that the stigma of mental health problems would prevent someone from living a full life.

I am looking forward to this. If things on tiktok continue, I'm still going to try to be active on tumblr, because diversifying your engagement can be beneficial. If you want more info about me, check out my other pages, including my link tree.

Stay safe everyone.