#oh shit the music got super tense

[huntermanor]

Just made a playlist for the novel i'm writing and I go from:

SHE WAS A PLAYBOY, BRIDGITTE BARDOT

To:

*scary, tense music from the Haunting of Hill House series soundtrack starts playing*

And it's AMAZING

[ovulationation]

Big Girl

Pairing: bfd!Joel x reader

Summary: Joel Miller gets called to pick you and his drunken daughter up from a party. With a week left before you leave for college, Joel doesn’t think you’re ready for it.

Warnings: 18+, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it up, folks), daddy kink, praise, kitchen, creampie, best friend’s dad, age gap (reader is 19, Joel is around 40)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Sarah had been inseparable since kindergarten. You did everything together. Every all nighter, every time you needed a new dress for a school dance, every new trend you did together. Sarah’s parents worked a lot so she spent almost all her extra time at your house.

When high school came around things started changing. Sarah’s mom left and her dad threw himself into his work. Sarah started going wild and you went right along with her. You started sneaking out, hooking up with boys, and partying every weekend. You both graduated high school (barely) and somehow made it into the same college. With only a week left until you moved into your dorm. Everyone was throwing the last parties of the summer, eager to get last memories with their high school friends.

That’s how you got where you are now, the loud blaring of the speakers as you danced in the random basement of the night. Sarah was beyond tipsy, dancing on the beer pong table while the guys all ogled her body in her short skirt and tight top. You were, unfortunately, the designated driver of the evening. Leaving you with the slightest buzz that had all but faded away.

You pulled out your phone, cursing when you saw the time.

“We gotta go, babe,” you yelled to Sarah over the thumping bass of the speakers.

Sarah look down at you with a pout as you grabbed her arm and helped her onto the dirt floor. Her white sneakers landed in a puddle of something spilled and you winced.

“Don’t wanna,” she whined, throwing her head back for dramatic effect.

You patted her back as you pushed her through the crowd in front of you.

“I know but your dad is gonna be getting home soon and we gotta get back before he realizes we’re gone.”

Sarah groaned as you push her up the stairs of the basement and into the backyard. You led her to the car as you fished around in your handbag.

“Fuck,” you groan and lean your forehead against the window.

Sarah didn’t hear you, too busy flirting with some grimy Super Senior™ to realize you had somehow lost the keys to her shiny new graduation gift.

You pull her away from the walking STD, and pull her back to the car.

“I lost the keys, I need you to keep your hand right here and Don’t. Move.” You spoke slowly, pushing her hand against the hood of the car. She nodded slowly with drooping eyelids then giggled.

“You look soooo funny when you’re serious.” She laughed and stumbled. You shoot her a half serious glare and head back into the basement to search for the keys.

After fifteen minutes of searching the dirty floor with your phone flashlight and trying to shout at people through the loud music, you come back up victoriously holding the keys in your hand. Your victory doesn’t last long when you see Sarah standing next to the car, and her dad next to her.

“Oh shit,” you groan as you walk up to them.

“Oh shit is right,” Joel glares down at you, Sarah draped against his shoulder.

“I called my dad to help,” Sarah giggled.

“I can explain-“

“In. Now.” Joel growls, pointing to his truck.

You just nod and walk over to the car. Joel drags Sarah into the back seat where she promptly passes out. You jump into the front seat and Joel gets into the driver seat, grumpily buckling up and peeling out of the driveway.

The drive back is tense. Only the sounds of Sarah snoring and the low grumble of the road. Joel occasionally glances at you then back at the road, his grip tightening around the steering wheel. You pull down your tight fitting dress. Maybe he’ll go easier on you if you don’t look like you belong on a street corner.

The car pulls into the driveway and Joel pulls Sarah out. You walk behind him as he carries her into her bedroom. Every glare he throws your way makes you duck your head more.

You can’t remember a time when you saw him this mad, but you were usually sneakier than this. You guys had never gotten caught, you always got home on time and made sure any evidence was gone before a parent could find it. Usually you would be back at your house with your sweet, but unfortunately super gullible parents who didn’t think you and Sarah could ever do anything wrong.

You helped Sarah into some pajamas and hoped to sneak out of the front door. You carefully walked through the living room, trying your hardest not to make any noise. The sound of a cupboard slamming shut behind you has you almost jumping out of your skin. You jump around, looking straight at Joel.

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Miller.” You immediately start.

“Look, I understand. You’re 19, you think it’s cool to go to parties,” Joel starts, his expression hard. He leans back against the counter, gesturing to the stool across from him. You scurry over and sit, pulling the hem of your dress down. “But this shit is dangerous. Y’all getting drunk and being around all those hormonal boys or God forbid getting behind a wheel.”

“I’m not drunk,” You argue, but one look from Joel has you shrinking back in your seat.

“You’re leaving in a week and you have no idea the shit that college boys think,” he crosses his arms across his chest. The sleeves of his flannel are rolled up to his elbows showing off his muscular forearms.

“I’m a big girl I can handle it.” You shoot back with a bite.

His eyebrows raise at your tone and he pushes off the counter to stand at his full height. Looking down at your smaller frame on the stool.

You can feel a wave of rebellion coarse through you as you look up at him. Sarah spent most of her time over the years at your house so you never really got to know Joel. You would see him in passing or at big life events for Sarah, but you rarely had to deal with him one on one. The fact that he could just stand there and scold you like a child when he didn’t even know you made anger bubble up inside you.

“You’re a big girl?” He steps closer to you.

You nod, suddenly feeling like prey being hunted

“Y-yes,” you stumble.

“You don’t sound too sure, Darlin,” he smirks down at you.

His eyes travel down, down to the hem of your too-tight dress that had made its way dangerously close to the top of your thighs. You cross your legs and squeeze your thighs together, hoping to shield yourself from his sight and hoping to stop the dull ache that had started to form.

“These aren’t the boys you’re used to dealing with, these are men. Can you handle a man?”

You bite your lip at his words. Maybe you were drunk. There’s no way q your best friend’s dad was standing less than a foot in front of you, undressing you with those brown eyes. There’s no way he was flirting with you after chastising you not even a minute ago. There’s no way you were enjoying it.

You nod up at him. “I can handle a man.”

He grins down at you, “prove it.”

Those two words set something ablaze in you. In a flash you’re snaking your arms around his neck and bringing his mouth to yours greedily. He returns it hungrily, wrapping his arms around your back.

You stumble off the stool and his hands are immediately on your ass. You let out a little yelp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You gasp into the kiss, breathing him in as he explores every inch of your tongue.

His hands grip your ass, supporting you as you jump back onto the counter, leaving him stand in in between your spread legs. The hard bulge in the front of his pants rubs again you and he lets out a low groan against your lips.

He detaches his lips from yours, dragging them down your neck. He ruts softly against your clothed core, making you whimper and close your eyes. He growls against your neck, continuing his assault. You reach down to the front of his pants, sloppily undoing his belt.

Your hand slithers into his pants, wrapping around his impressive length. Your thumb grazes over his silky tip and he hisses, pulling back. He grabs your wrist

“Not yet, baby,” he mutters, starting to slowly kiss his way down your neck.

“Need it,” You whine, trying to pull him back to you with your legs.

His hands move to your thighs, pushing them apart to stop them from pulling him in. He pulls back and looks down at you, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen. He pushes the hem of your dress up to your waist, revealing the black lacy panties that you wore for the party.

He drops to his knees, staring at the little pretty pink bow sitting on the front. His eyes never leave yours as he takes the bow between his teeth, pulling it back and then letting go. Letting it snap back to your skin. You feel yourself clench around nothing beneath the fabric and bite your swollen bottom lip.

“Look at that bow,” he groans, pushing his face forward again. His nose rubs against the bow as he presses a kiss directly to your clothed clit. “You’re like a present, wrapped up for me.”

“Mr. Miler please,” you gasp, not sure how much more you can take.

“Please what, baby,” He presses another kiss to the same spot.

“Please just do something,” Your lips parting in a needy whine. You try to move your hips forward, desperate for more, but his hold on your thighs tightens, stilling your movements. You groan in frustration.

Joel slips his fingers into the side of your panties, stretching them and pulling them aside. He lets out a groan as he sees you finally. Your swollen pink folds slick with your own arousal. He presses another kiss, this time to your bare clit. You gasp and tug in his hair, he lets out a growl.

“You taste so sweet, darlin,”

His tongue darts out to tease around your bundle of nerves, licking circles around it but never hitting it where you want. You pant above him, letting out little whimpers as he teases you.

His hand moves travels from your thigh to your stomach. His fingers splay out against your skin and pushes you back until your back hits the cold granite.

Your fingers tug hard when his lips latch around your clit, suckling against it as his tongue massages the bud.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, bringing a hand up to your mouth to muffle your noises.

His hand that isn’t pinning you down into the countertop makes its way down. You feel a finger prod at your entrance and you gasp.

His finger slips in easily to your soaked hole. You bite down on your hand, trying to keep yourself from being too loud. You lift your head up, looking down at where he’s connected to you and find him looking directly at you. Your walls clench around him at the sight.

He slips another finger in, slowly thrusting them into you. Those brown pupils are blown wide in desire as he watched you whine, trying to grind down on him. He scissors those thick fingers inside of you and you moan, squeezing them.

He groans against your clit, sending vibrations up through your body like the best vibrator money could buy. You feel that ball starting to tighten deep in your abdomen.

“C-close, Joel, so close,” you gasp, groaning when that hand stops you from grinding against his face.

“Gonna cum on my fingers?” He asks, mouth still attached to your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan.

His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive, spongey spot. That quickly sends you over the edge, your walls clamp down, fluttering around his fingers. You bite your hand, a few moans still coming through.

He continues to massage that spot inside you and suck on your sensitive clit, far past the last aftershock of your orgasm. You let out whimpers about him, your hands that were pulling on his scalp now trying to push him away as he licks up the last of your arousal. You pull him up and away from your sensitive core.

He brings the back of his hand up to his mouth, wiping away the slick left behind. His eyes never leave yours for a second.

You sit back up, your hands flying back to the front of his jeans. You push them down, his thick length popping out. You bite your lip at the sight.

“Like what you see?”

You look back up at Joel, a smirk on his face. You didn’t want to play, you just felt hot need pulsing through your veins.

You look directly into his eyes as you wrap your hand around him, pumping slowly. His smirk wavers at your light touch. You sweep your thumb across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum.

His breath hitches as he watches you bring your thumb to your mouth, licking the droplet. He groans deep in his throat at the sight. You grin up at him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growls, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and resting it against your puffy folds. The underside of him rubs against your sensitive clit.

“Please fuck me,” you pout up at him. His face goes back to your throat, kissing and suckling the soft flesh.

“You want my cock, baby?” He groans at the base of your throat.

“Yes, please give it to me,” you whine. He slides through your slick folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. His tip hitches against your clit and you moan into his ear, clutching at his shoulders.

“Please, Joel, please,” you beg desperately.

He pulls back and grins at your flushed face, “love hearing you beg for me, sweetheart.”

He hands massage your thighs, pushing them apart. You grab the base of his dick, guiding the fat head towards where you need it most. You’re both panting, watching as he notches himself against your entrance.

He slowly starts to ease himself in, stretching you inch by delicious inch. You can’t remember the last time, if ever, you were stretched like this. He was right, you were dealing with men now. And you loved it.

You bite your lip to stifle your moan as he bottoms out inside you. He stills, panting but never taking his eyes off where you’re connected. His lips swollen in a pant as he throbs inside of you. You place slow kisses along his chest, urging him to move.

He groans as he pulls back, then snaps his hips forward. You whimper at the feeling.

“Taking me like a fucking champ, baby.” He praises and you clench around him, whining pitifully. “Taking it like such a big girl.”

You whine as he uses your earlier words against you. His hand pushes you back onto the countertop as he lazily thrusts into you. His hand wrapping around your dress bunched up at your waist. His other hand wraps around your ankle, bringing it up and over his shoulder, then the other one.

The new angle causes him to push his tip into that sensitive spot inside you. You let out a louder moan at the feeling.

“F-fuck,” you gasp, clenching around him. You feel that ball inside you start to tighten again.

“I’m not gonna last much,” you stop to moan again, as he kisses your calf. “Not gonna last much longer.”

The hand wrapped around your dress pulls you forward, making him reach deeper into you.

“Gonna cum all over my cock?” He groans down at you, using your dress as a handle to pull you back onto him over and over again as his pace picks up.

You nod and whimper.

His free hand snakes down to rub your clit in tight little circles, making you squirm under him and moan.

“Come on, baby, cum all over daddy’s cock.” He groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and you know that he’s holding back on his own impending release.

His hand comes up to cover your mouth, his other hands still rubbing furiously against your sensitive nub. Something deep inside you snaps and send you tumbling over the edge, your vision going white as you clench around him hard. His thick cock still pistoning deep inside you.

His hand does little to muffle your moans and instead he pushes his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue wraps around him and you suckle greedily on the digit.

He groans at the sight, his hips snapping harder against yours.

“Not gonna last much longer, darlin,” his voice hitches when you graze your teeth along his thumb. “Where d’you want it?”

You let his thumb slip out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ and bite your lip. “Want it inside me, daddy.” You say, giving him a fucked out look.

His hips stumble as he looks at your pouty, swollen lips and wide eyes. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nod, his thumb still resting on your bottom lip, “please.” You beg.

He leans down, capturing your lips in his as he gives a few more sloppy, fast strokes. Then groaning into your mouth as he stills deep inside you, spilling his release into you.

You gasp as you feel the warmth spread through you, reaching deeper and deeper inside you. You swallow his moans, letting him rut inside you lazily as he comes down from his high.

He raises back up, pulling out of you. You’re so sensitive that you let out a quiet whimper at the feeling. He grabs a rag warm rag and starts slowly cleaning you.

Silence hangs in the air around you. You’re suddenly aware of everything that just happened. You just fucked your best friend’s dad. Your best friend’s dad just fucked you. Your best friend’s dad just made you cum twice on their kitchen counter.

And they were the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

He doesn’t say anything, just shoves himself back into his pants and fixes his clothes. You pull your panties back into place and shove your dress back down as far as you can while still seated on the counter.

“I’m on the pill.” You say, finally breaking the silence.

“Oh,” he grunts. “That’s good.”

“So we don’t need to worry about that,” you trail off.

The sound of a door squeaking open down the hall causes you to jump off of the counter. Fully pulling your dress back into place, you practically jump away from each other, standing on opposite sides of the island he just defiled you on.

Sarah stumbles into the kitchen, swaying back and forth. Running into one wall and pushing off of it just to run into another one. She stops when she sees both of you.

“I’m not drunk,” she slurs, pointing a finger at Joel. She pulls the handle of the fridge open far harder than needed, grabbing a bottle of water, and slams it closed again.

She turns around on wobbly legs, then stops and glares at him again.

“You weren’t being mean to her were you?” She points a shaky finger towards you.

He smirks and darts his eyes over to yours, his eyes raking back down your body. “No, I was very nice to her.”

You shudder under his gaze.

“Good,” Sarah stumbles over to you, grabbing you in a too-tight hug and starts to drag you down the hall to her room. Her drunken, tear-filled voice travels back to the kitchen “Cause she’s my best friend and no one is allowed to be mean to her or I’LL FUCK THEM UP.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Note: this is literally the first thing I have ever written, if you’ve made it this far thank you so much!! (I’m usually not this freakay I promise)

[sorchathered]

Scream for me- Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x reader

Summary- Mickey's wife loves dark romance, and after deep diving in her library he gets an idea to re-enact a scene or two.

Pairing- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x female!reader

Warnings- smutty smut, roleplay, dub/con themes, language.

Mickey Garcia’s sweet little wife was a certified freak. Everyone that knew her thought she was the sweetest little thing they’d ever met , she was shy and quiet in comparison to his big personality, the kind of girl that baked cookies for new neighbors and crocheted baby blankets for the children’s hospital. The very picture of a good girl. But when she got Mickey all to herself? She was insatiable. If his friends knew the kind of shit she did to him when they were alone, hell they’d never believe him. Lately she’d been reading these dark romance stories, the ones that seem to be super popular on TikTok and while she hadn’t said anything to him about it he could see the wheels turning in her head, once she got an idea in her head it wouldn’t be long until she told him.

It had been a long ass week of stupid briefings and tense arguments between his team, they were gearing up for a mission and he hadn’t seen his pretty girl all week, work schedules always seeming to get in the way, one of you was asleep when the other left or went home and all he could think about was burying himself in her.

When he crossed the threshold he knew you’d pulled out all the stops, the house smelled like his favorite meal, music was playing and candles were lit everywhere, he found you dressed in his favorite dress of yours swaying in the kitchen while you cooked, suddenly all the hell from work melted away as he dropped his bag and stepped into your arms. “Oh Querida you are an angel, seriously sent from heaven just for me.” He swayed with you to the song as you ran your hands over his face and kissed him softly, he hadn’t meant for it to get heated but damn you looked so good and he’d missed you so much. It always ended up like this on hard days, you would make everything special and he would barely make it out of his flight suit before he had you bent over the kitchen counter, dress rucked up over your shoulders as he fucked you hard and sucked marks into your neck. For all the joking he did about you being a freak he was just as bad, he loved knowing you were full of him and marked in places people could see, more than once he’d left you with bite marks so dark that no concealer could ever cover up so after a while you just gave up and let people talk.

Later that night after he’d had dinner and then you for dessert he was watching Star Trek reruns while you read your newest book in his lap, and he could tell from your breathing and the way you wiggled on him that you were getting hot and bothered. “So what’s this one about huh?” he said as he plucked it from your grasp, you whined and made grabby hands but he dodged you and flipped through the pages. It was some pretty racy stuff if he was honest, the guy was stalking the girl and had kidnapped her, but instead of her being scared she was totally into it. He looked over the top of the cover at you and watched you blush, he had a feeling this is what you’d been thinking about the other day and the way you tried to hide your face told him everything. “Is this your new crazy fantasy idea baby girl? You wanna role play some of this stuff?” You looked at him with the biggest grin and nodded, if that’s what you wanted he could definitely make that happen.

The special detachment was only two weeks but they hadn’t been able to contact anyone since leaving for the mission, Mickey had been plotting and scheming ever since you brought up your little fantasy and he had it all worked out. You would be coming home late and didn’t know he was going to be back, so he would have the house dark and quiet for when you arrived and that’s when he’d start the game. He’d stolen your book and read over it on the carrier, and damn he’d be lying if he didn’t get a little hot and bothered himself thinking about doing some of those things to you, it had him fantasizing about it almost non stop and he couldn’t wait to put it into action.

You pull into the drive around 8, wrung out from work and lonely. You signed up for this life but sometimes going days without contact was unbearable, you just wanted to hear Mickey tell you he loves you. Stepping into the dark foyer you drop your stuff and go to switch on the light, only to be pressed hard against the front door with a hand against your mouth. You are panicking, thrashing as you try to get away only to hear the deep voice of your husband in your ear. “Surprise my love, thought we could play out your little fantasy tonight, but only if you feel up for it. If you want me to stop you tell me and we’re done ok?” You relaxed in his grip and moaned softly, he was here and safe and wanted to play into your dirty daydreams, you absolutely wanted that right now, letting him take what he wanted from your body sounded so good, you couldn’t help but push yourself back into him. “Good sweet girl, what’s your color?” “So so so fucking green” you said when he pulled his hand away and he let out a chuckle, there was his little slutty wife, so damn eager for him to fuck her.

It was like flipping a switch, you immediately started trying to fight him off and he spun you both around, kicking your legs out from under you as he pressed you down onto the entryway rug. “Oh Mi Vida don’t fight it, be still for me baby I know you’re scared but I’ll make it so good, been watching you for weeks and I can see it; you need someone to make it hurt, fuck that attitude right out of you. Don't worry Querida, I'm gonna show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”

You heard a ripping sound and felt duct tape being wrapped across your wrists, not tight enough to hurt just enough to make it believable, he leaned his body over yours and whispered into your ear, “do I need to tape your mouth too princess or are you going to be good for me?” You continued to thrash under the weight of him as he ran his free hand over your body and shouted at him to let you go, knowing full well he’d tape your mouth as well, shrieking as he flipped you over to straddle you with your hands behind your back. “Don’t need your neighbors knowing what we’re getting up to, so since you can’t keep your mouth shut I’ll do it for you.” He pressed the tape to your mouth with both hands and then ran his lips over it, nipping at your jaw as he made his way down to your neck, he had you distracted enough that you didn’t even notice him pulling the pocket knife from his jeans, only jolting backwards when you heard it click open. He ran it along your collarbone and tops of your breasts, toying with you until he finally yanked it through the fabric of your top, splitting the shirt and your bra open all at once, chest completely exposed to the cold air as he continued his way south, licking and sucking at the plush skin there, kneading one breast in his right hand as he sucked marks into the other, watching as you squirmed and whined beneath him.

“Please! Please! M-my husband-“ you cried out, and he let out a muffled chuckle through the mask covering his face, somehow it was even hotter knowing you couldn’t see his face. “Oh you sweet girl, you think I haven’t been watching you for weeks? I know your husband isn’t here! He’s still sitting pretty on his little boat in the middle of the ocean.” He wrapped his hands around your throat and put a delicious amount of pressure on your pulse point, vision blurring a little at the edges and making you arch into his chest. He leaned in to press the mask to your ear, grinding his hard on into you as he whispered, “No one’s coming to save you baby girl, scream all you want because it’s gonna be a long night.”

Tagging- @arcane-vagabond @baezen @attapullman @sio-ina-bottle @sunsetsimpsblog @kmc1989 @jessicab1991 @honeytwrites @kissmecaitie @roosterforme @callsigns-haze @senawashere @nouis-bum @sebsxphia @teacupsandtopgun @mynameismckenziemae @seitmai @shanimallina87 @the-aspiring-fanfic-writer

[riddle-me-ri]

a/n: don't mind me being super self indulgent again asdfgh. I just really enjoyed the dynamic I made in Zeroing In with Bigby and a singer/performing reader. I may or may not make a smutty part two we will see lol. Hope y’all enjoy!

Content Warning: Strong language, attempted sexual assault, brief mentions of sexual harrassment, some violence.

Word Count: 2.3 k

Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Take Me Home

As a long time performer, you know how to work the crowd with your musical numbers.

You knew you should probably be looking around and engaging with other audience members.

You just couldn't help it though.

Especially when he was around and seemed to genuinely be enjoying himself for once.

Bigby Wolf kept his word when he said he would come around and see you perform whenever he had a chance and not just show up searching for perps.

He's managed to come by at least once every other week, and needless to say, it always was the highlight of your week.

You two have tried to make plans outside of both your work schedules, but it's been difficult to manage between the long nights you both kept and Bigby occasionally dipping in and out of the picture.

Don't let him be on a case either. He stays clear of you like a bad omen. You know he's worried about getting you somehow involved in whatever the case entails, but you did wish he could share more of his worries onto you so he didn't have to carry so much.

You two managed to settle somehow with these interludes of eye contact and small knowing smiles.

At least until one night when you weren't smiling anymore.

During your act, you got close to the edge of the stage and teased those up front, just like any other night–

Until you felt a sweaty palm clamp around your ankle and almost yank you into the audience below.

You barely remember hazy glimpses of everything that happened afterward.

A shrill sound rang through the live band and filled the club.

It took hours later for you to realize that was…you…screaming in shock.

The man's other hand barely touched your inner thigh, clear intent of fully grabbing and dragging you into his lap until he instantly let go.

Before you even tried to push the man's hands away, he let go.

You saw Bigby hovering over the man.

He had slammed the man's face into the hard wood table, the cheap white linen doing nothing to comfort the assault as it started to stain with blood.

You caught a glimpse of yellow in Bigby’s eyes.

You couldn't make out any words anyone was saying. It was all a murmuring cacophony of surprised, worried, and tense patrons.

Your skin ran cold, and your breathing hitched.

The next thing you recall was getting up and darting back towards your dressing room.

Anything to get away from what just happened.

~

“Aww man, I think you broke my fucking nose.”

“You're lucky I don't break every bone in your goddamn body, starting with your grimy little hands.” Bigby snarled, with half a mind to slam the asshole's face again.

He did settle for twisting the guy’s arm tighter as he slapped handcuffs on him.

“Hey, hey, what the fuck man? I didn't do nothin’!” The man defended as he tried to sit back up, blood dripping down his nose and over his lips.

“You touched her inappropriately, pretty sure that files under assault.” Bigby roughly lifted the man up from his seat and dropped him to his feet, causing the man to stumble some.

“Oh please, she was teasing me! Practically asking for it!” The man spat as he got his footing before Bigby dragged him out of the club.

Bigby tried to keep his growl down but whether or not he succeeded he frankly didn't care at the time.

At least until he was out of public view.

As the two began the walk to the Woodland and the coast was clear, Bigby snatched the man by the baby hairs on the back of his neck and pulled his head back.

The man yelped in pain.

“Listen here fucker, she didn't ask you for fucking shit. She was doing her job, last thing she needs is a bunch of grabby dickheads like you that can't keep his hands to him-fucking-self.”

“Is she your’s?”

Bigby blinked. “What?”

“You fuckin’ her or somethin’, Wolf? Never seen you get all up in arms over some whore.”

Bigby dragged the man into a nearby alley and smacked the man's body and face directly against a damp cold brick wall.

“Ow! The fuck man, you-aaah?” The man winced in pain as claws began protruding from Bigby's fingers, pricking the skin of the man's neck.

“Listen here, you sorry piece of shit. Doesn't fucking matter who she's with or what she does. You don't get to fucking touch her–you don't get to do what you damn well please. Understand?” Bigby growled, his teeth slowly growing into the “what big teeth you have,” territory.

For the first time since the encounter started, the man began quivering in terror.

“Y-y-yeah, yeah, understood…just-just do what you gotta do…please don't hurt me, man, please! It was a mistake, h-honest!”

Bigby got closer to the man's face one last time and snarled. A final warning.

Usually, Bigby would feel bad about making anyone beg for him not to hurt them. He'd be disappointed that they would automatically assume he would.

For this guy however, he wanted to muster up that same level of fear you likely felt when he grabbed you and then some.

Bigby backed off once he began smelling the unmistakable hint of piss through the night air.

“Just keep your mouth shut the rest of the way, or it'll be the last mistake you ever make.”

The quicker he locked this asshole up, the quicker he could get back to check up on you.

~

You sat there in front of your vanity with your head hung low and the lights dimmed.

Still frazzled and stunned from the moment.

Somehow, the man's slimy touch lingered on your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to dip your leg into some kind of disinfecting acid.

You took a deep breath and admitted that the second best option besides the acid is to go home and take a long scolding shower until the hot water ran out.

You rose from your seat and began shedding your clothes that used to make you feel so confident and sexy…but in the moment you just felt disgusted.

Then you heard a knock.

You assumed it was your boss checking on you. “I'll be out in a minute, Carol…just gimme a second..”

“Uhh…it's Bigby.”

You freezed for the second time that night.

You had completely forgotten about him. Until his voice reminded you of what he did, how he saved you, how he looked when he did it.

“Bigby? Oh, uh, hang on.” You darted across your dressing room and snatched a silky maroon robe that hung over your dressing screen.

You took a deep breath, a desperate attempt to calm your shot nerves.

Suddenly, a comforting warmth draped over your body as you laid eyes on Bigby. Like somehow, he could protect you from this lingering fear that resonated in you like he did before when it happened.

“H-Hey…”

“Hey,” he responded. “I wanted to check in on ya…how are you holding up?”

You gulped. “F-Fine I suppose, all things considered…I know it could have been worse, and I always knew I was at risk, but nothing prepares you for when it happens, you know?”

“Yeah, but you shouldn't feel at risk for something you do for a living.”

You exhaled a chuckle. “Says the sheriff who's at risk quite literally all the time.”

Bigby shook his head. “You know what I mean. That asshole had no right to be touching you…”

He sighed. “What happened tonight was not your fault…I hope you know that at the very least.”

You hugged your arms around yourself, your hands sliding up and down your upper arms as you gazed at the floor. “Yeah, I know…”

There was a beat of silence before you felt a warm hand lightly squeeze your shoulder. You followed the hand with bruised knuckles back to Bigby's face.

One of your hands came up and rested on top of his hand that was on your shoulder.

“Thank you, Bigby…” You squeezed his hand back gratefully. “At the end of the day…I'm just grateful that you were there.”

Bigby can't recall the last time anyone ever said those words about him or his help. He always made things worse, more difficult, or made Fables regretful for getting him involved.

It felt nice to be appreciated, and it felt even more sweet and genuine coming from you.

“I'm glad I was there too…”

He allowed you to drag your soft thumb along his knuckles for a moment. Both of you enjoyed the soothing silence and close proximity. You found yourself feeling more at ease each second he was there.

Until a question popped into your mind. “C-Can I ask what happened to him? Like where he is now?” Suddenly, the thought of trekking home became cumbersome.

“I've got him in a holding cell for now. I'll be presenting the case to the Business Office tomorrow morning some time…”

Bigby reluctantly pulled his hand back, you already missing its warmth and soothing weight.

“Although, full disclosure, even if he is found guilty… the time and punishment for sexual harassment is ridiculously short and sweet…”

You nodded. “I had a feeling, but Carol told me he won't be coming around anymore. She has started a banned list and is trying to invest in more security.”

“If you need me to…”

“Bigby, I can't ask you to do that. You already have every other Fable to worry about…”

“I do, but you come first….or at least that's how I wish it could be, if I can help it.”

You blinked, your mind racing with countless meanings to what he was implying.

“Besides, I think you're the only one that really appreciates my help anyhow.” Bigby muttered into his shoulder, but still clear enough for you to hear.

“I'll always appreciate you Bigby…like how I appreciate your offer, but I still can't ask you to do that…I know you will protect me when you can and that I can rely on you and honestly in the world we live in now, that's more than enough.”

Your heart swelled at the soft smile that stretched across his face.

“I guess I can accept that.” He reluctantly conceded. “Is there at least anything I can do for you now? Anything at all before we both call it a night?”

After talking to him, you have begun to feel much calmer, like you could shake off tonight's events. You know you could have gotten to that point yourself, but Bigby made it a whole lot easier and quicker.

You almost felt childish and selfish for this request, but you didn't want the opportunity to have him to yourself longer pass.

“I, uh, still have to walk home….if you don't mind walking with me? It's not far from the Woodland, just one block before it…”

“You don't have to convince me, and I did say anything. Just let me know when you're ready.” He offered a sincere smile.

“You wanna wait inside? I didn't even realize I didn't invite you in.” You giggled as you realized he was still standing in the hallway across the threshold of your dressing room door.

“Uhh…sure, if you're fine with it.” Bigby walked in and took a slow glance over your dressing room.

“More than fine. Here, you can have a seat on the sofa over there. I just gotta change real quick.” You explained as you rounded the corner and went behind your dressing screen.

You couldn't fight the pep in your step, having him back in your vicinity. You didn't feel on edge or uncomfortable to be yourself. You felt safe.

Bigby kept looking around. He was observant to a fault, especially thanks to his senses that don't let him miss anything.

He noticed the Polaroids of you and likely your co-workers and friends bordered along your vanity mirror.

He took note of a couple empty bottles that were in your trash can, he deduced it must be a favorite of yours.

He also caught an almost empty container of your body spray that was the source of your sweet scent.

Not that he'd say it out loud, but if you asked him you didn't need the spray, your own scent was intoxicating on its own.

Bigby shuffled a bit in his seat as your own smell became more prominent once he saw your robe hanging over the screen folds you hid behind.

He kept darting his eyes around the room, trying to distract himself from thinking of you so intimately despite the close quarters and the small distance between him and your naked form.

Bigby shook his head to try and shake the thoughts out. He doesn't want to screw this up, not like how he always does. You've been through enough as it is.

Thankfully, you came out soon from behind the screen. You wore a long sleeve sweater of your favorite color that revealed your shoulders and some pants.

“All right, I'm ready…thanks again, Bigby.” You stood in front of him and rubbed your hand up and down your arm, playing with the sleeve.

“Hey, like I said.” He stood up at his full height, and you had to look up instead of down at him. “Not a problem.”

He walked over to the door and swiftly opened the door. “After you…”

“Why thank you, sir.” You giggled bemused before walking out the door with Bigby walking beside you.

Carol waved to both of you and told you to take the next couple of days off to recover and not worry about anything.

You sighed. Another small weight taken off your shoulder, you weren't sure if you would be able to get back on stage, so it was relieving to hear you had the next couple of days off.

As you and Bigby exited the building, the cold night air hit both of you. Almost instinctively, you grabbed for Bigby's hand, who didn't seem to mind, and gently returned the grasp.

Bigby gave you a supportive nudge.

“Well, lead the way…”

[milgram-tournament]

MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 4 TEAR DROP vs. BACKDRAFT

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for TEAR DROP:

"yuno kashiki enthusiast here anyways tear drop propaganda WE BALL

let's start off with the lyrics! holy fuck, i'm so glad yuno finally got to say what she's wanted to say!!

and she fully shows the fact that she does compensated dating through the lyrics ("the wanted wanting the wanted")

and even if it sounds like she's scolding the audience for the song, she's also scolding her clients! they only perceive her as a certain type of character and deciding that's all she is. She's upset that we decided based on how "naïve" she looked instead of her actual crime (to be honest, I could write a whole analysis into why her murder is perfect for her character anywa) and she doesn't care what will happen to her, she needs her opinions heard

also kinda rap section?? banger fr

THE VISUALS!! GOOD LORD THE VISUALS!!! THEY ARE SO BANGER!!! they're really pretty and gosh i literally don't know what to say, the scene where vampire is in the background and it transitions to yuno sitting on her bed... the pink tinted glasses (YES FUCK I LOVE THAT MAN!!!!) THE COAT!! THOSE INBETWREN SCENES i'm obbing

AND THE INSTRUMENTAL!! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU ALL LISTEN TO THE INSTRUMRNTAL OF HER SONG THERES SO MANY SMALL DETAILS!! SIRENS, TEAR DROPS RAHHH THE CLAPS/CLICKING TJE TECHNO PIANO GUITAR??? THE INSTRIMENTS I CANT NAME I THINK THEY ALL HAVE SOME READON OF BEING IN THE SONG AND I WILL FIND OUT IN AN ANAKYSIS POST I JUDT LOVE IT AUEUEU

literally tear drop is the banger ever i listen to this shit religiously thank you for listening to my tear drop propaganda"

---

-Yuno’s voice. Enough said. -The imagery in the MV is brilliantly used, and doesn’t shy away from the horrors of Yuno’s line of work. -Vampire cameo!!! -Almost Lo-Fi vibes to the instrumental?? I can’t really explain it but it’s a vibe and I’m 100% here for it,

---

"For teardrop: The pink aesthetic in the MV as a whole makes it super nice to look at :D"

Propaganda for BACKDRAFT:

"Backdraft may be a minute shorter than Bring It On, but it’s still over three minutes long, and it makes up for the lost minute with a complex form. The “Pressure! Pressure!” might be the only part that truly repeats.

At the beginning, Fuuta is showing off, acting cool. Then the music slows down as he ponders his verdict. Then the music picks up the pace again and gets more and more frantic as the consequences of his actions catch up to him.

See that structure in the three distinct verses that sound nothing like anything else in the song: cool, contemplative, and “oh no, what have I done”.

The “chorus” (burn burn!) never stays the same. You’ve got the “cool” first chorus. Then you have the muted second chorus as it sinks in that Fuuta’s victim was a middle-school girl, which leads into the tense final chorus (which is twice as long as the first) as the victim and Fuuta both burn.

The instrumental and the spoken-word from the beginning combine in the end, changing the mood of the stanza from confident and showy to panicked and desperate.

And the words… You can hear the wordplay in the last stanza, even if you don’t understand it.

Appreciate this chaotic masterpiece of a song."

---

- Fuuta being very cocky at first before realizing how fucked he is (it is kinda funny) - The use of spray cans and overall graffiti symbolism, it’s so good - The multiple eyes and people off camera showing how paranoid Fuuta has become, it’s really well done without being obvious - The name backdraft meaning when a fire deprived of oxygen gets a sudden influx of it. A kind of metaphor for what Fuuta did. Then it being shown through a spray can explosion, aaaa it’s really cool! - Fuuta’s overall look changing, being more realistic on how he actually looks contrasting Bring It On’s idealistic version of himself - Es at the end!! The only time Es shows up in a prisoner’s MV!!! And they looks so damn cool - Also the entire eye thing referencing the audience, he perceives us lmfao

---

"Back draft is incredible because it not only has great visual symbolism with the use of the spray cans but its visual symbolism shows a progression from ‘Bring it on’. In ‘Bring it on’ the channelling is glorious , fuuta is surrounded by people and fuuta idealised himself (taller , better teeth , better posture ect) , the people he cancelled were portrayed as these powerful rpg monsters but now in back now the channelling is portrayed as vandalism a crime as destructive , the ally is empty we only ever see others as hands or his victim fuuta is alone and fuuta is no longer idealising his appearance and his mind is now portraying his victim as a harmless cutesy drawing. This shows a change in how fuuta views his crime between T1 and T2. It wasn’t glorious, it wasn't justified , he was at fault. The fire being recontextsied as something out of control , all consuming and out of control which is the opposite of how it was portrayed in ‘Bring it on’ we really see how the vote has changed fuuta."

"There are so many things in the song that show a progression "

-“ deliciously scorched till your mouth waters” > “I don’t want any more”

-fuuta spray paints the camera hen as the end es spray paints him/the camera

-the pressure graffiti changing

"There’s so many interesting details like the applause towards the start of the song , the personality in the subtitles like them going from “Burn , burn!” To “burn , burn?” But the pressure’s punctuation mark stayed the same:   “pressure , pressure!” , the way FIRE is the only word in full caps till LIES. The thumbs down fuuta does during “the fights up here! Come up to the ring and face me!” Part which is like his T1 art , the way the lighting changes from green towards the start and becomes red by the end (stop go colours) , The way fuuta is constantly interacting with the camera , spray painting it twice and kicking it."

"Backdraft actually makes amazing use of the camera , things are often shown from the (camera)audience’s perspective rather than us seeing the events removed. We are there like we are the ones doing it/looking through the eyes of the person doing it. When fuuta/the others spray paint the graffiti of his victim and the ice gorilla it's from the audience’s perspective , we don’t see them do it, we see it like we are doing it. When the spraypaint can explodes it's like it’s exploding in our face and then when es spray paints fuuta at the end they are spray painting the camera(audience). "

"Backdraft makes the most references to the voting system and uses it well to make the audience re-examine if they really are any different. Aren’t we using little information and inferences to hold people accountable for crimes we have no stake in? Aren’t we causing unintended harm? Aren’t we judging them from the safety of our screens? "

"And on a more silly level"

-ARTHUR CONANT GOES SO HARD IN THE VOCALS!!!! COME ON LISTEN TO BURN BURN AND TELL ME THIS MAN ISN’T GIVING IT HIS ALL!

-cat mouth fuuta :3 how can you not love cat mouth fuuta?

-lowpolydog designed amazing graffiti 

[raccoonfallsharder]

hii! i just wanted to say i love your blog sm. your fics are amazing and your fanart as well😩 your work has such a good emotional depth that’s so nice to read/see. you have a way like the movies did of showing the attention to detail with their worlds and other worldly cultures and shit it’s so interesting to read <3. i didn’t know if your taking requests but this was just a random thought that would be so cool to see you write. no pressure ofc but i thought it’d be so cool to see rocket more introduced to like more music/Terran pop culture references😭. i feel like rocket would like goth music like the cure and shit and tbh lady gaga i feel like also😭😭. it’s so cute to think of him getting shown like classic horror and stuff, he’d probably think a lot of them as comedies or shit😭. i jsut had these thoughts to share lol. your writing has me daydreaming i swear <3. i hope you are having a good day <33 : D

you are absolutely the sweetest little bundle of love nonnie. cups of tea, midnight bonfires, and golden autumn leaves. that's you. thank you so much for the kind words. they truly made my last two weeks. and i'm so sorry for the delay - the start of the schoolyear has been kicking my ass to knowhere and back, and then this… got away from me. it’s really unforgivably fucken long for mostly just being a list ~

but i hope you enjoy it anyway ♡♡

oh btw i linked some related headcanons that might interest you at the end!

to be honest i don't think i go through a single commute to or from work without thinking about how rocket would respond to the latest bit of terran culture you're showing him. when he was spending time on terra during the snap, he noticed steve’s little pocket-journal checklist of movies and books and shows to get caught up on. well, he didn’t just notice it — he might’ve maybe possibly swiped it — and once he trusted you enough to know you weren’t gonna fuckin narc on him, he decided to show it to you. he asks questions about the various titles, and steve’s notes scrawled in the margins. the two of you started there.

rocket isn’t quite as prejudiced against actors as many of his fellow guardians, but he does approach the idea of movies and tv with a healthy dose of skepticism. you probably start out with some documentaries, and he loves those. he’s enthralled by the ones about outer space — appreciating what they’ve gotten right and snickering about what they got wrong, getting a little weepy when the narrator makes some poignant philosophical observation. he stares at the screen with something that wrenches at your heart when you turn on the nature docs, those cut-ruby eyes turning into something soft and molten, silvered over with a yearning you’re sure he doesn’t even recognize inside himself.

you might think he’d be a fan of true crime, but no — not unless it’s someone scamming a big corporation or stealing from some hubristic rich bastard, or maybe the occasional murderer who accidentally confesses his crimes on a hot mic. the truth is that rocket’s already personally familiar with some of the worst true crime in the galaxy and he just sort of assumes that’s how things operate at large. why’s he need to watch people talk about?

it’s this kind of thinking that impacts the kind of fictional shows and movies he ends up liking, too — once you finally convince him that acting is more about storytelling, and less about lying or trying to wear someone else’s skin. you’d think he’d be super-into horror but he’s very — selective about it. murderers, slashers, and body horror (especially of the medical variety) are not in his wheelhouse. he gets anxious in the worst sort of way: impatiently twitching on the couch next to you, chewing on his claws. he rolls his eyes but his shoulders stay tense and his tail is puffs up three times it’s normal size. he might occasionally snort and scoff at how fake things look but again, that’s only because he knows.

and he wishes he didn’t.

supernatural horror is much more palatable to him, and alien-based horror is usually hilarious as far as he’s concerned. space dramas and adventures have an unpredictable impact. he says star wars is too dramatic (wild coming from someone who has since decided he loves reality dating shows) and gets weirdly emotional about star trek. and you have to repeatedly remind him that neither the aliens franchise nor killer clowns from outer space are documentary series (he has some weird hang-ups about terran clowns and will dryly tell you that he’s pretty sure they’ve tried to kill him in another life). he’s extremely and overly fascinated by some of the weirder terran horror and horror-adjacent media: cult classics from the 80s and 90s, Tales from the Crypt, Twilight Zone — some of those weird old fantasy movies too, like the labyrinth and company of wolves. you always indulge him, trying to remind him of what’s fiction and what’s not, and what loosely straddles the line of being based on a true story (even though sometimes you have to fight with the urge to roll your eyes when he points at the screen and says, no, that’s real, i been to a planet like that!).

you learn he has an uncanny eye for CGI. looks weird, he grunts every time something rendered crosses the screen. very into practical effects, though. he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make a claymation sequence of the collapse of ego — the living planet, that is; not some great philosophical metaphor — and took over your kitchen for two months to do it. you’d expected him to get bored of it quickly, but you’d misunderstood just how fixated he’d been. he’d stopped taking pete’s comms for the entire last three weeks and had barely slept at all till it had been done.

he’s equally selective about games. classic shooters bore him — why bother when you can go do the real thing with any despot-of-the-week? — but he kind of loves cozy games. he enjoys horror games as long as they follow his horror movie rules, too — minimal lifeform-on-lifeform torture, heavy on the supernatural or other weirdness. poppy’s playtime is a current fave. he loves dnd, of course. once he figures out the mechanics he always wants to dm because he’s got more control issues than a freighter full of ravagers, but you haven’t missed the fact that that he’s got a recurring favorite character that he pulls out regardless of which side of the dm screen he’s on — a shockingly wise and kind aquatic sorceress named lylla, with the gentlest healing vibes. it rattles you the first time he plays her — so at odds with his normal snark — but you decide it’s just his way of letting his soft side shine through when he normally tries to hide it under prickly defensiveness.

it might surprise you (or maybe not), but he’s far less picky about music, to be honest. sure, he’s got preferences — certain songs he’ll play on repeat, or jam out to, or weep over. but he’s just as excited to clone a taylor swift record as he is to get his hands on some iron maiden. he’s got something surprisingly positive to say about every single song you ask after.

that one’s real catchy, he’ll say, bopping along to dolly’s 9 to 5 — only to then croon his way through the lingering notes of jolene. then the next time you see him he’s asking how he can secure more tupac albums.

he gets all teary-eyed over the sweeping strings of sometime around midnight, then later tilts his head, ears flickering, to drink in the light starlit notes of single acoustic guitars and lonely pianos. he’s as greedy for 90s grunge as he is for screamo and post-rock. sometimes he steals your phone and it’s usually just to download a nirvana album you once had him listen to, but just last week you realize he’d blown a sizable portion of your grocery budget by buying the entire babymetal discography.

he explains it to you one late autumn evening when you’re in your room with him, introducing him to seventeen seconds. the two of you are just chilling. he’s traded in his jumpsuit for the kids’ sweatpants and the hoodie you bought him — the one with the ears — and of course you very wisely don’t tell him how stupidly cute it is. the sun’s going down and the room is slanting and pooling with blue-and-gold shadows slowly deepening into purple, and you’ve lit a couple caramel-apple candles for the vibe. maybe you’ve got mugs of warm spiced apple cider or cocoa or something. he’s sprawled on the rug on your floor and you’re leaning over the edge of the bed, with the entire musical archive of the cure, woven liberally with a random joy division album, some merciful nuns, and other collections from your personal library of favorites.

he’s super-into it, of course.

this sound is somethin’ else, he tells you as he stares up at the shadows. The candlelight is reflecting off some unknown surface in your room, casting flecks of fractured light across the deepening dark of the ceiling. his blunted claws tap a steady rhythm on the floor beside him.

you say that about every song, you tell him drily, and he shrugs.

but i mean it, he tells you in the gold-flickering darkness. there’s a long silence, and you think he’s just listening to the music — but halfway through dope, he suddenly breaks his silence.

i ain’t exactly the most emotionalistically-intelligent, he says quietly into the room. don’t trust myself to know when someone’s good or bad. there was a guy, when i was a kid — well. anyway. it’s frickin hard to trust anybody, myself most of all.

you wait to see if he’ll go on — but he doesn’t. at least not till you say, i get that. there’s good people out there, but the worst are usually so good at tricking us. and then it’s easy to second-guess ourselves — forever.

from the corner of your eye, you see him nod emphatically.

not in music, though, he says quietly. you hear him swallow — painfully hard. i think — music’s when people tell you most about what they are. even when it’s hard to understand at first. when there ain’t any words.

you tilt your head, allowing him the privacy of not looking directly at him. instead, you study the flickering candlelight and shadow, painting amber and dark-velvet patterns on the ceiling. that’s why you like every song? you ask at last.

that swallow again, hard as a rock in his throat. i dunno. maybe it means something, when someone gives a part of ‘emselves like that. to you — a stranger. just — serve themselves up like a gift for your judgement.

ah, you think. the vulnerability.

as if he’d heard you, he snorts. me personally? i’d never risk it.

even now, you can feel him watching you uneasily from the corner of his eye — waiting for you to mock him, maybe. but you only hum an agreeable note.

i never thought of it that way, you admit, but it’s true. you smile at the ceiling. and you said you weren’t emotionally intelligent.

he huffs, but the sound is more relieved than annoyed. i ain’t, he snipes. and then — more tentatively — maybe that’s part of it too.

you feel your eyebrows raise, but you still don’t look his way — cradling the back of your head with your hands while the music continues in around you, and smell of warm caramel apples fills the soft shadows between you. what do you mean?

softer now — almost nervous — he confesses to the darkness and the gold light and the sound of lady gaga’s voice. every time i listen to a new song, s’like I find something in myself i didn’t have before. or didn’t know i had before. or that i thought had died.

your heart stills in your chest and your breath catches, and everything in you suddenly aches. before you can say a word — before you can think — he spits a scoff into the air.

never mind. i was kidding. that’s fuckin’ stupid—

no, you interrupt quickly, and it takes everything in you not to turn over and catch his eyes and hold them. not to reach out and hold his hands, because you know he’s not willing to accept that level of comfort.

not yet. but soon.

so instead, you make your voice into the softest thing you’ve ever imagined. no sharp edges, no corners to cut himself on. just downy well-worn blankets and soft crumpled love-notes, happy welcome homes and the warm caramel of autumn apples. you will it go wrap around him and give him all the comfort he won’t let himself accept any other way.

no, you repeat. i get that.

i get that.

headcanons & imagines masterlist | navigation | fanfiction masterlist

related headcanons: rocket's movie & television tastes ✶ what if rocket finds the mcu movies? ✶ music and rocket & adam, pete & jason ✶ rocket & coloring ✶ rocket & origami ✶ rocket & lava lamps ✶ rocket & sudoku, crosswords & word-searches ✶ rocket & hanayama puzzles ✶ rocket sings

raccoon & star dividers by @/thecutestgrotto support banners by @/saradika-graphics

[iiikaruz]

New CH episodes have made me officially decide to stop caring about the actual cast of the show </3 (/hj but i wish it was /j)

Anyway would you like to share some of your headcanons/scenarios for the side/minor characters ? It always makes my day 💚💖(/nf)

dude i feel you on these new episodes. wtf is going on over there. anyways, i’ll gladly dump this 10 ton stack of headcanons on you that i wrote down!! Marie Antoinette: 

loves hyperpop and 90s house music. she’s so slay (i have a playlist lol)

into european weirdo cinema like Gaspar Noe’s but she also likes chick flicks (her fave films are Climax (2018), Daisies (1966), and But I’m A Cheerleader (1999).)

frequents on lolita forums and goes to really shady places just to get cute lolita items.

has absolutely mastered voguing. super into ballroom culture.

has a pet borzoi (those groovy long-nosed dogs.) her name is “Vanille” and Marie loves her dearly.

wants to study fashion. she especially loves Vivienne Westwood and Moschino.

Jesús Cristo:

is a juggalo, and he indoctrinated Van Gogh into it as well.

says “it is what it is” at any minor inconvenience.

had a mental crisis at 13 as a product to the stress of living up to his clone father. similar to joan’s breakdown in s1e3 but 10x worse. he tries to ignore it when people bring it up.

designated driver on any road trip. for some reason.

into bands like The Cure whilst also bopping to Cypress Hill.

his fave video game is Parappa the Rapper.

accidentally punching holes/nails into his hand is a common occurrence. seems like it just keeps happening, so he’s learned to just roll with it. he’s also a pretty good nurse bc of it.

Marilyn Monroe:

is always down for the school play. BUT she usually just does script-writing and tech. 

into conspiracy theories and video essays. (all gorgeous gorgeous girls love video essays).

is a dedicated Britney Spears and Gwen Stefani stan.

SO “COQUETTE LIZZY GRANT DIOR RETRO” in her fashion choice.

she also gives “elle woods from legally blonde” vibes. straight A student right here.

CERTIFIED GIRLBOSS <3

Thomas Edison:

is obsessed with American Psycho (2000). he has a poster in his room and he’s weirdly obsessed with Christian Bale (very 🍎🍉🍊 of him, but he always excuses it with “oh no, i just idolize and worship him. there’s absolutely nothing gay ab it.” he’s lying.)

also he’s SUCH a pretentious film bro. he has a whole library of stupid film facts shoved in the back of his mind (im totally not projecting).

he only listens to: 80s new-wave stuff like New Order, Oingo Boingo, Beastie Boys, & Talking Heads OR Lana del Rey. There is no in between.

he worked (past-tense bc that shit is GONE in 2023) at a blockbuster video store next to the mall and he liked being a total bitch to people about it (example: “you really rented this shit? this movie sucks, dude”)

after getting unfreezed, he was ECSTATIC over how easy pirating movies is nowadays.

Napoleon Bonaparte:

member of the speech/debate club and he is THE WORST TO BE PAIRED WITH. he’s foaming at the mouth the moment someone gives a rebuttal he didn’t think of. some meetings end in him trying to beat up someone. 

into 80s rock like Metallica and Black Sabbath. he has an electric guitar. he also FUCKING LOVES ABBA AND JAMIROQUAI. like… too much.

unlawfully good at Just Dance. he absolutely fucks it up on the dance floor.

adores fantasy films like Conan (1982) and The Never-Ending Story(1984). he’s so lame/ pos.

he bakes really well. that’s all he’s got going for him.

he either found his napoleonic military uniform at party city or at a thrift store with Marie Antoinette; his story changes depending on who he’s talking to.

he cut his own hair when he was 14. the following conversation after he did so was with caesar, and it was just the haircut scene from fleabag . he then continued to keep his stupid haircut to what it is now.

is a hopeless romantic. he can make up entire love poems & sonnets in his head about a girl he’s crushing on, but literally cannot talk to people without sounding like a douchebag unless he’s super comfortable w/ them.

Ivan the Terrible:

is an avid deftones, sewerslvt, & duster listener (i, unfortunately, ALSO have a playlist.)

spends his nights scrolling on 4chan and arguing w/ people. him & topher have accidentally argued w/ each other AT LEAST 5 times.

literally refuses to take off his ushanka in any weather. it doesn’t matter to him if it’s 90 degrees, that thing is staying ON.

kins Travis Bickle and Shinji Ikari. i mean, just look at this dude and how he presents himself. average NGE & Taxi Driver enjoyer/ hj.

fave video games are Postal 2 and osu!. he plays osu! phenomenally, to the point where it’s impressive. (pls put that energy into a job or something).

and yea that’s all the energy i have to write this down :]

[axl-rose-lover-1987]

“Drunk”

90s Axl Rose x reader

You had went out with guys for a fun night but you soon found out the guys held their liquor a lot better than you did you were pretty damn wasted. You started dancing to the loud music blaring and the guys laughed at you and Slash and Duff danced with you a little bit. Your boyfriend Axl stayed super close to you watching over you. “Axl y/n’s fucking plastered” Duff said to him. “I know I need to get her home.” Axl said watching you dance and laughing you looked really happy but everyone knew you were drunk as fuck.

Axls POV:

I was glad y/n was having fun I know she can get in her head and it was nice seeing her let go a little but I was also worried since she was drunk some guy would try to take advantage of her so I kept a close eye on her and made sure she was safe the whole night. I walked up to her and stopped her dancing. “Hi baby you wanna dance with me it’s soooo much fun” she said slurring her words and laughing. “No sugar not right now I think we should get home” I said grabbing her hand. “Awwwww but whyyyyy” she said in a pouty tone. “Because I’m tired and your drunk and I know tomorrow morning is going to be hell for both of us” I said. “I’m not that drunk babe” she said. “Y/n really?” I said. “Ok maybe a little bit” she said laughing “few more minutes?” She asked giving me puppy eyes. “Ok a few more babe then let’s get home ok” I said to her. “Ok” she said hugging me. Duff and I then started talking about stuff and I got distracted by how much time went by and I hadn’t been paying attention to y/n. “Hey where’s y/n?” Duff asked. Shit I couldn’t find her in the crowd. “I don’t know I’ll go find her. I walked around the bar and then I finally found her this tall decent looking guy was trying to talk to her and touch her arm when she pulled it away I saw her mouth from the word “No stop” I knew I had to get over there and get that guy to back the fuck off. I walked over and grabbed y/n “oh my gosh Axl thank goodness” she said immediately falling into my chest and letting me hold her. “Leave my fucking girlfriend alone dick” I said to the guy. “My bad I didn’t know she was with anyone don’t be such a dick jeez ” the guy replied I felt my body tense up as the guy walked away from us I wanted to punch him but as I was starting to walk towards him y/n stopped me “babe don’t” she said and she was right I picked her up bridal style and walked her into the car

“Youre the best” you said to Axl as you drove home. “Thank you babe” Axl said blushing. “I love you” you said “I love you too babe” Axl said trying to focus on the road. “Axl I feel sick” you said. “You’re gonna feel that way for the next few hours baby just try to relax you can get to bed when we get home” Axl said. “That guy was a real dick” you said. “Yeah he was I’m sorry I should’ve been watching you” Axl said. “It’s ok” you said. “I love you” you said again. “I know you do babe you’ve said it a lot this car ride.” Axl said. You laughed “haha you said I know like Han Solo like Star Wars hahaha” you said laughing. “Oh my god” Axl said rolling his eyes at you this was the longest car ride of his life. “You are so drunk y/n” Axl said laughing. “Youre hot I really like your face” you said to Axl “thanks” Axl said laughing at your odd drunk remarks. “Sometimes I think I’m not good enough for you” you said. Axl was caught of guard your remark. “Oh y/n you’re perfect if anything I don’t deserve you your beautiful and kind and have the prettiest eyes and a smile that lights up my life you make everything better you make me a better person I’d be nothing without you” Axl replied only to look over to see you passed out dead asleep in the car.

[tia-amorosa]

🌴Lucky Palms🌴

Marisol - Saturday Night Fever (long) Part 1

It's just before 7 pm. The old warehouse, which has been converted into a discotheque/bar/arcade hall, is expecting many guests today. Clark and his band have invited virtually the whole town. Anyone who wants to come is welcome. And nobody knows how this evening will end….

"Man, don't overdo it now, Ozzy, do you hear me?"/ "Why… It's all for shit now anyway…"/ "But you're not doomed to die, now come back down and put the bottle away again. You'd better take care of the music system". Oscar received two pieces of news today that threw him off course. Not just him… but also his future wife and all his other close friends.

As no DJs were available today, the decision was made to use the Auto DJ system. Lots of music, put together on the computer and now played via USB stick. "System running"/ "I can hear that too, at least turn it down a bit so that people can still talk".

Shortly before 8 p.m., Marisol enters the hall. The music is loud, but not booming. She looks around, not too many people, but at least there's a bit going on… She was almost two hours late. But there was no need to get upset… "Hey…".

After she heard his voice and then saw him, she went to him. "Well, it's a bit lame, isn't it?"/ "yeah, but I'm sure there'll be more going on later. I didn't realize that the Super Bowl was still on TV today… Are you okay?"/ "mhm. Are the others here too?"/ "Only Oscar, the others had other plans today".

"So, are you excited about the tour yet? How many gigs do you have?"/ "um, I think 23 or so…". She raised an eyebrow with a grin. "You don't know exactly?"/ "Spike has more of an overview. Do you want a drink?"/ "hm, if there's something non-alcoholic here, you know…" She pointed to her stomach with her two index fingers. "Oh, sure, we don't want our child to become an alcoholic, right? There are non-alcoholic drinks upstairs".

After a few minutes, Vivienne, Oscar's fiancée, also arrived at the bar. "Hello you two, have you seen Oscar?". Marisol looked over at her in astonishment. "Vivienne? No, I've only just arrived…". Quark reacted a little annoyed, because things are always a little tense between him and Vivienne. "He must be buzzing around here somewhere, what are you doing here anyway, didn't you want to watch your show?"/ "You know I'm not at peace about my future husband at the moment. Well, I'll find him". After Vivienne was out of sight, Marisol turned to Clark again, "Is everything okay with them?"/ "Yes, yes… Shall we go upstairs?".

Slowly the hall filled up and people went to the bars, or to the dance floor if they felt like dancing. But the drinks here are the best in town at the moment. Clark is nervous on the one hand, but on the other, at least outwardly, calm…a few things have had to be sorted out in the last 24 hours. "hi, one orange juice with elderflower, please".

The barman looked at her, somewhat perplexed. "Elder… What?". And Clark immediately intervened. "Are you deaf? Elderflower, the syrup, is downstairs, front row, I filled it up the Bar myself…". The barman was a little piqued. "Are you the boss here?". Clark grinned a little. "Almost, so, what is it now, the lady is thirsty"/ "o.k. o.k.… what mix ratio?"/ And again Clark had to shake his head . "Haven't you studied the recipe book? Oh man, what's wrong with you?".

It took a while for the guy behind the bar to finally finish making the drink. He searched for the recipe, which was actually quite simple, for almost a minute: "I think I need to talk to your boss, apparently you've only had a crash course. Marisol looked over at him and had to laugh a little: "hnhn, hey, don't get upset, Clark, the drink tastes good, really".

Clark also had a drink made. Then they both got up and carried on talking. "And otherwise… everything okay?". Marisol took a sip from her glass. "mhm, yes… I'm just writing the last chapters of my new book" / "o.k. …. What's it about?" / "hm, about a broken family" / "Oh, o.k., and, is there a happy ending?"…

"Do you think I'm going to tell you the ending now? You should just read it when it's finished…"/ "Do you know when I last read a book? Just tell me"/ "Nope, I'll let you stew. There are definitely a lot of twists and turns in the story, it's exciting…"/ "hehe, and then you just grin like that". It was a casual conversation between the two of them. And they made jokes from time to time. And so Marisol continued in a cheerful tone. "Yes, because I'm convinced it's a good book."/ "hnhn, you know I only read the newspapers or something on my smartphone, but never a book"/ "hm, but on a long bus journey, from city to city, it certainly wouldn't be wrong…"/ "hnhn, yes, maybe. ". Clark finished his glass and placed it on the bar. "Fancy a bit of dancing?". She smiled and nodded.

Before they could even reach the stairs, they heard Vivienne shouting loudly. "Oscar! My God…" . They saw her bending over him, he seemed to be unconscious.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

What happened? We'll find out in the next part…

@cozygirlsimmer

Note: Sometimes things happen unexpectedly when I'm doing story or gamplay. And when I saw Oscar lying there on the floor, I thought to myself, that's so fitting right now! I had a similar scene in my head, but I dismissed it again. He gave me a good template, so to speak, and that's how this and the subsequent scenes in the next part were able to come about. 🙂

[raccoon-in-a-dumpster]

So I got concerned for you and asked a nurse I know if she had any advice for you

She said that firstly, you ought to ask not to have that same nurse. If you don’t remember their name, they should have it on file who took care of you. Failing that, you’ll probably recognize them and can say it was them

And tell them that the nurse who saw you last time did a fucky wucky, what happened, and, if it’s still there, show them the bruise. You have rights as a patient.

This is my own advice for your personal comfort, but I’d absolutely recommend taking something you can use as a stress ball. Squeeze it in the opposite arm you’re getting your blood drawn from, because apparently flexing like that will make more iron come up in the blood draw? I have also heard that tensing up will make it hurt more so even if the iron thing is bullshit, there’s that.

seriously I’m 20 now and I still bring the stress ball if I have to get my blood drawn, or anything more serious than a flu shot. Like my bi-monthly med injections

Do whatever you gotta to make yourself more comfortable when you’re in there. Take some headphones and listen to music? A favorite plush for a stress ball? Think about William Afton being a whiny little bitch about getting his blood drawn?

I’m mostly kidding on that last one, but if you think being able to laugh at something will help, you can ask whoever’s there with you for distractions.

Ik you didn’t really ask for advice but like I said I got concerned jfjdjdh

the nurse I asked was my grandmother and when I told her your nurse pushed the needle in deeper she made a face like ‘oh my GOD tell me they didn’t holy shit’

BWAH yeah i might, idk.

also i can confirm she DID and iwas like: huh ok. and then i died

im usually super good w/ getting my blood stolen, i kinda just look at my phone and sometimes look at the blood going thru the tube (at the place i go to often,) but a mix of not having dranken water beforehand & the person maybe being inexperienced (judging on the whole needle thing) probably wasn't the best combo lol

also, it hasn't bruised (yet), still aches, but im going back there monday

OH BUT ON A GOOD NOTE!!! I SHOULD BE GETTING MY RADIOLOGY RESULTS BACK!!! we're gonna see how fucked up and evil my bones are

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 6

WE'RE FINALLY HERE!!!! Hopefully some of you guessed right and we've finally been introduced to Bilbo! He's one of my favourite characters to write about, as I love describing his personality and mannerisms so much, so hopefully I've managed to write him alright. Enjoy :))))) <3

Summary: So uhhhh...... Magic is real. Middle Earth is real. Shit goes down. Bon Appetit.

Tags: Kíli x oc/reader - Fíli x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company x ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - SUPER slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1293

Warnings: Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter, Thunderstorms/Lightning

Taglist - comment or message to be added!

PLEASE START FROM THE BEGINNING IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY OK LOVE U

Want some background music? Check out my Soundtrack Playlist!

Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

< Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 >

PART 1: Chapter 6 -

Ironically Alive

Anachronism (definition): Something or someone that is out of place in terms of time and chronology. E.g. futuristic items in period pieces, or the other way round.

Bilbo Baggins wouldn’t say he was the most inviting person on Bag End, often causing a show in front of his distant neighbours as he loudly drove off the Sackville-Baggins’, but he was honest, and gave his opinion whenever he deemed it most necessary, especially when it was about what he thought of his relatives.

He was also honest to say that he wasn’t fond of people arriving unexpectedly, especially doing so by causing an absolute ruckus on his roof.

 The noise from the horrendous rain was already doing his head in, after hearing it hammer down on every exposed surface of his house for almost two days straight. It also meant the market downtown was most likely postponed until it all blew over, therefore meaning that he was left holed up in his home. It’s not like he minded it, but oh how he was desperate to make some blueberry muffins, but he had used the last of his flour on the bread that now sat a quarter eaten on his windowsill. All he could really do now was sit back in his armchair with a cup of his favourite chamomile tea and prop his feet up to warm by the hearth with a hearty sigh for the evening.

That was until he found himself springing out his chair before he could swallow his first sip. The sounds of screaming came from above and knocking of objects rolling across his ceiling travelled until they reached the front of his house. He watched in horror as two dark shapes fell past his window, landing with a nasty crunch in his garden.

His garden! It was already at risk of becoming waterlogged, let alone crushed by whatever landed on it!

“It better not be those damn kids again!” he spluttered to himself, rushing to his feet whilst setting down his tea with loud ‘CLINK’. Brows furrowed and mouth pressed into a thin, tense line, he stormed towards the door with clenched fists, ready to give whoever was out there a piece of his mind.

Hauling the large circular door open, he braced himself before poking his head out and narrowed his eyes to spy through the icy rain. Looking to the left where he had watched the objects land through the window, he opened his mouth. But the words had already died on his tongue as he took in the bone-chilling sight before him.

He jolted slightly in surprise and fear at the sight of two bodies laid sprawled in his bushes, unmoving, their arms and legs twisted and bent at odd angles. He also could have sworn he heard heard one of them groaning, before they dropped unconscious just as he had poked his head out.

“Oh my!” He blurted. “Oh no- no no no.”

It wasn’t long before he had rushed back in and grabbed a lantern, no longer caring about the rain as he hurried back outside.

Cautiously creeping towards them, he got ready to bolt at the slightest movement, but fortunately so far, there had been none. He held the lantern over the figures, making out that they were no hobbits, but two big folk, who happened to be wearing the strangest of clothes. As he brought his face closer, he tried to, but couldn’t come up with what kind of business they would have here, other than passing through. No sooner had he leant towards them for a better look was he pulling away at the sight of their faces.

Cuts and bruises of all shapes and sizes littered every inch of visible skin, one of them with a particularly nasty one on their forehead, that was still oozing blood. Taking a few steps back, he lifted the lantern to see if anything or anyone had caused them to tumble from the top of the hill, but he found nothing except upturned grass and mud that indicated where they had fallen down. Returning back to the bodies, Bilbo placed the lantern on the ground nearby. He stood there, nervously tapping his foot whilst wringing his hands together as he eyed them, thinking of what to do. They were definitely unfit to remain outside in such extreme weather, so with a reluctant sigh and shake of his head, he sped back inside.

Shoving rugs aside with his feet to make a clear path (but also not to ruin them of course), he made his way to the main guest bedroom at the far end of the house. Emptying a chest of towels, he then layered them on top of the double bed, before heading back outside.

It took him about half an hour, considering these two big folk – women, he reminded himself – weren’t exactly hobbit sized. Their longer limbs, especially the brunette one, made it incredibly difficult to haul them inside, the water dripping off of them becoming a slipping hazard on the polished wood. It wasn’t any easier in the guest room, with their legs and arms giving him a twitching eye when they kept slipping off the edge of the short bed.

Gently removing their completely soaked coats and shoes, he brought them over to the hearth in the living room, hanging them on a rack so the fire would have them dry by the morn. Curiously rubbing the surface of the shoes with his thumb, he made a quick side note in his mind to ask what the material of these strange clothes were, as he had never seen or felt such material like it.

Returning to the guest bedroom, he made sure that the two girls were as comfortable as he could make them. He considered removing their mud clogged trousers to save them both from being uncomfortable when they woke up, but he swatted that thought away immediately, reminding himself that he was a gentlehobbit and would not invade such privacy. After all, the towels were there to protect his sheets anyway.

Lighting another small lantern by the bed to prevent them from waking up in darkness (and possibly sending them into an unwanted panic), he laid another set of towels over any muddy or damp areas he could see, before laying a quilt over the both of them. Making his way over to the doorway, he took one last look at the strange people in his guest bed, before pulling the door closed as quietly as he could.

Making his way back to the front of the house, he retrieved the lantern he left outside, and locked the door, before taking out a large cleaning rag from one of the cupboards to soak up the puddles of mud and rainwater that littered the hallway.

Making his way over to his own room, he changed out of his now wet clothes, and into his pyjamas. Taking a quick walk around the house to ensure the curtains were closed and the front door locked, Bilbo took a last trip to the living room to lay his own clothes on the hearth, retrieved his now lukewarm cup of tea, and retired to his room.

In an attempt to calm his nerves from the night’s highly unusual events, he read a chapter of the book he had bought earlier this month; though not taking much in, as he was too busy keeping a sharp ear out for any noises from down the hall. After hearing only the continuous rain and thunder from outside, he finished his tea, placing the cup back on its saucer on the bedside table.

Blowing out the candle on the bedside table, he brought the covers up, feeling the exhaustion from the unexpected evening finally catch up with him, and by the time his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

< Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 >

Return to Fic Masterlist

Return to Navigation

Can't wait to see you on the 28st April for Chapter 7! Also please comment if you want to be added to the Taglist <3

Taglist:

@opheliasdrowningg @mrsdurin @g1gglef1t @qmabailor @jupiterrdarling @emstar07

(Message me if your tag isn’t working)

[mekatrio]

literally have no idea where to start so im just gonna randomly rapid fire :] here are my thoughts on 999 in general + the last ending in particular

which is basically that im a bit :T with just how much was left unexplained and also the lack of a 'veil lifting'... like ok ill explain what i mean by a 'veil lifting' first, so essentially ok alright akane and santa are the masterminds right? ok thats cool thats crystal, but its just... it just feels so odd how we never really see them drop their facades at any point. like ok santa briefly drops his and goes 'haha ya got me. im the secretary lol' but then he dips out and we Never See Him Again. and its even worse with akane like ok sure i dont need to see her acting like zero thats whatever but its just like.... man it wouldve been really nice and rewarding to see santa and akane act like the siblings they are yknow. like i get that it was all an act but its just so unfulfilling to never see them drop their act and show how much they care abt each other, at least not in the present day. and like jeezzz in the ending... when i thought like oh hey look the games actually going to show me akane and santa! .....it turns out to be butt-naked alice. like.... dude. like Dude did we not JUST have a whole moment where the game was like 'Yeah alice was just a red herring haha gotcha good'. like alice's appearance was just bewildering and not in a very funny or relieving way and it just like, left more questions than answers and not in a good way, especiallyyyy considering just how much was left unanswered like.... like just how exactly did santa and akane even manage to pull any of this off like. are they secret millionaires or something what the fuck. or lotus! what the hell is up with lotus huh! why is she involved in any of this! whats her backstory w being a former cyber security expert for some firm huh? or whats with snake's new cult outfit?! AND HOW IS JUNE ALIVE....??? like ok i skimmed thru this famitsu interview w the director where he explains a bunch of unexplained things and its like... naw i do not believe what hes saying cuz they hardly make sense. saying that 'june is a living breathing human whose 100% alive and not a walking paradox' like ermm.. i have more things to say abt this but im sleepy + hungry sooo ill post them as i think abt them haha. but in spite of my complaints i did enjoy this game very much, aside from the first puzzle with that bitch of a hidden bed, i had no other troubles with any of the other puzzles ^_^ incredible art atmosphere and music and the writing, in spite of its shortcomings, was still really intriguing and fun to play! it was a good game 👍

so in general i loved the art direction of the game, it was very grungey edgey the 3d backgrounds and models worked super duper well with the illustrated sprites and and the atmosphere of the game was just top notch the entire time, the music was super good too like it was the right amount of funky tense and scary when it needed to be i loveeed it... as to that LAST ENDING... okkk so.. i got teary eyed quite a number of times OFC like when snake and clover reunited QwQ and when i learned of how akane horrifically died Q_Q and when she finally got saved.. QuQ and likeee i really really do like that akane turned out to be zero i was not expecting that!! i wasnt completely on board w the prev route's conclusion that santa was zero but like i said there were just so many possibilities and i really didnt know who on earth zero could possibly be!!

but with that said i really do like the reveal that its akane and that shes saving herself in a way like seriously i think thats soooo very very cool and probably the best part abt this ending and the game in general, which is that the heroine set up all this messed up shit just so she could save herself from a really cruel and terrible death. i really love that. i reallyyyy love a girl who saves herself... THATS AWESOME... although shes saving herself thru a guy but shes still saving herself in a way yknow i like it a lot. and its the fact that its just so incredibly awesome how zero has been akane this whole time and has been saving herself is this whole time that does a lot of heavy lifting for my less favorable complaints w this ending and the game in general..

[frostedlemonwriter]

Find The Word (2x in one day yay!)

Thank you @words-after-midnight for tagging me. My words are: minute, dare, fresh, ahead, none

I will tag @late-to-the-fandom @writingpotato07 (I like tagging you since your comments are so sweet) and an OPEN TAG for anyone curious.

Words: Sky, Rain, Approach, Landing, Tense

Minute:

“Preem, I’m in,” Emily’s voice came through the phone line connected to Logan’s ear for this job. “Aaaaand, fuck yeah, done! Thanks, choomba. Come on back.”

“Only ‘cause I love ya,” Logan replied while she jerked out the datashard. “I’m ‘bout to delta.”

“Don’t lie. The nuyen helps.”

“I do love money, but you are my best choom.”

“Uh oh,” Emily said after a moment.

“What?”

“The shard must’ve triggered the silent alarm. Spuds are five minutes out. Delta delta!” Emily called out.

Dare:

Logan peered through the peephole to assure herself that the man was gone. There wasn’t anyone out there. She sighed as it was an obvious trap to her, but what was Logan supposed to do? After the rather tasteless burrito. Logan stripped to take a shower. The small cubicle covered in bleached white tiles. Smelled of harsh chemicals, but it was a rather reassuring aroma. At least it meant she wouldn’t catch some weird disease. Staying at a love hotel, or go to what seemingly would be her demise? It was a hard decision for her.

The television was only a distraction as she waited for the day to near its end. A tedious time. Logan would check her BBS messages, refreshing the page every few moments. Yet, she didn’t dare to send one of her own. “Just in case,” She told herself. “Can never be sure who is watching.”

Fresh:

While the two women conversed for hours, the club kept its loud music and dynamic nature, yet they paid no mind to it. Like a new book, Miranda wanted to know everything about Logan and was happy to tell the elven woman everything she wanted to know. Every time Logan tried to discuss something about Miranda, it was turned around back on Logan, which caused a bashful smile each time.

Especially when Miranda asked Logan, “Would ya like to go for a walk and get some fresh air?”

Ahead:

Their schedules were regimented as they were taken to a notable restaurant where they ate, signed autographs, and took photos with fans that happened to get lucky enough to be there at the same time. Logan stressed over every person that stepped up, but she didn’t do or say anything to any of them. At least they got her an order to go that Logan ravaged on the bus.

“What? I am fuckin’ starvin’ as I gotta work while you guys get to eat,” Logan protested the stares of those she protected.

“Nothing! Go ahead and munch,” Miranda replied.

None:

“Private property, asshole!” A gruff voice called out from the warehouse.

“Yeah, yeah! This is Emerald Dragon territory!” Shouted a feminine voice.

Her eyes looked around for the telltale gang signs with which the Emerald Dragon would decorate their territory, nor was there any loud Japanese metal blasting over the boomboxes that they so loved. Neon-lit super-tuned sports cars, usually Toyotas or Suzukis, yet there were none. But Logan knew she was full of shit, as if this was indeed gang territory; reinforcements would have been here as soon as Logan was spotted through the security cameras.

[confuzzled-crow77]

Broke the Internet 2.0: 

Every single thought that’s going through this smooth brain of mine is going down, so buckle up, bitches, this is either going to be super boring or super cliche or super regretful >:) 

I shouldn’t have eaten half a bowl of semi-sweet chocolate chips. 

Why is there 1800s crime sitcom music on in the background. It’s goddamn good music

What is happening? Where are we going? This is making me uncomfortable. They’re panning the entire clearing with this music in the background and I can feel veins in my neck tensing up. 

I swear what is this music from? If you’ve watched this episode you know what I’m talking about. It’s really good and I love it but what’s the purpose of this 

How long has Owen had a white flower in his hair? That’s pretty. 

Puddy loves Owen’s poetry!! 😭

Yeah, where has Rasbi been? I mean, the forest, but it’s kinda disappointing that their relationship has kinda faded away. 

OML VERSACE NOBODY FICKNG CARES GET OUTTA HERE 

Ad. 

If Puddy dies I’m going to blow up my phone. 

Wait did they say how Graecie was doing? Dang it did I zone out again? I’m not going back but either I forget or they didn’t mention. 

“Hee-ah.” 

Wait wtf is that LAVA why is there lava in a- woah goddamn. 

OW MY GUVKIGBGTJUMV (fucking thumb) I tore a chunk of my skin off on the side of my thumb and now it’s bleeding 

I find it amazing how Owen turns fans spamming for him to find Apo into a dark, torn mind hearing voices inside his head scream to go into somewhere he swore not to. 

Tf why are you not taking your diamond bow and stacks of arrows? Also why are you taking up THREE SPACES in your inventory with three dandelions that could be discarded or grouped together? Whatever

Apo just build different, ma dude. 

Okay am I stupid? Where did the water go? In between all the platforms there used to be water and now it’s all drained out 

Honestly hats off to Owen for not committing. I’d be long gone with the weight of the deaths and being trapped for years and ultimately failing 

HOLY SHIT WOAH APO VOICE YAAAAAAAAY!!! God that came outta nowhere. 

Okay theories: he says it’s difficult to explain about his body - he has a new one that he obtained through bad crimes. It might just be me reading the second Scythe book where a dudes head is fitted on someone else’s body to survive but ya know. But then he wouldn’t have the same voice. Some kind of regeneration or reincarnation or transference of consciousness. Hes done awful things to live and that’s why they eventually fight. He was saved by the people who created the maze. He was tortured and killed over and over by the creators of the maze. (Paused video to write this down) 

wtf oooooooh this is an animated part? Was Owen in a society that Hunted Apo’s people? 

I’m so confused on who is who. Hats off to the artist this is really great. This is “it,” isn’t it? Right? But I’m so confused and I’m missing a lot. Well I assume this guy is Owen and he is doing a lot of bad so that kinda aliens with what I said. Ohhhhggg insane smile. That is Owen okay. He killer Apo’s people? He hates Apo and Rasbi. The person he killed looks like Rasbi. Gimme a hot second I need to rewatch that 

Dude with insane smile is Owen. Wait but if they’re fighting why is the guy with the horns- oh so there was a peace treaty? So he’s angry at the peace treaty and so he kills everyone? Both sides? 

OH MY GOD IM SO STUPIDDDDDDDD 

So he was a bad person! DID I WRITE THAT DOWN AND POST IT HERE??? BY GOD I BETTER HAVE 

So different districts look differently, more or less like humans or demons 

No I was right. He got angry at the peace treaty so he started killing from both sides. 

Bro stop saying YOUR KIND. 

AHHHHH HERE IT IS

HERE IS IT

I KNOW 

“YOU ARE A DISEASE ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH”

“AND I AM ITS CURE”

Bye Apo. BYE APO. GO APO. TEN SECONDS. BYE. 

BYE APO APO FUCKING GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO 

NO WAR OF HEARTS 

APO PIE 

FUCKING ADS

NO NO NOWHFJWJRHE NO NO NO WORHWJDJ NO NO NO RUCKING ETOP NO JO WJD NO NO 

NO STOP DTOPNPLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP 

NO DONT 

PLEASE STOP 

No Apo you didn’t. 

Outsiders SMP Thoughts Journal! ;P

Heyyyy, so I’m watching the first five episodes of the Outsiders SMP and I thought I’d record my thoughts. I’ve never watched an SMP so this is going to be a very different experience. If you’re a fan and I say bad stuff I’m genuinely sorry; I’m sure it’s just not my thing. But who knows?

Here’s to @uni-amaly who is the mega fan who got me to do this.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Episode 1: So, I have read the first book of the Maze Runners. I think the concept is very interesting but it’s not my FAVORITE book. Let’s see if Outsiders does any better. First thoughts are: this is weird. And not the story or anything, just…I dunno, it’s Minecraft and it kinda takes me out of it. But I’m literally four minutes in.

“Is that blood?” “It’s ketchup.” “I’m not sure I want my name written in ketchup on a wall-“

Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Why not mustard?

Love Owen’s accent. I’m a sucker for accents.

Oeca is my favorite. Hes so unhinged I love him: “you guys wanna play a fun game where I throw a knife in the air-“ “NO NO NO.” And that’s the literal first thing he shows a complete stranger. 😭

Wait I’m confused. Owen has a British accent but he said “toe-MAY-toes” instead of “toe-maw-toes.” 🤨

Love how as soon as the other lady person says goodnight he immediately starts having an existential crisis.

Also confession: I have zero idea who any of these YouTubers are. So really going into this raw. Gonna watch episode two in a hot moment!

[razorblade180]

Actor Au 4

Number 3 <-

Adam:*strumming guitar*

Ruby:This is how he gets in character for monologue scenes. Sad Spanish guitar evens outs his mood to find the pace he wants to speak at.

Yang:*listening peacefully*

Ruby:This breaks Yang’s character as you can tell by the zero hate in her eyes for him right now. It’s all good though! Her scene with Blake is up next so it all works out!

xxxx

Interviewer:Is there any film magic you could share with people?

Mercury:Well I wouldn’t exactly call this film magic, but I do remember an interesting bit at the end of volume 5.

Emerald:Oh my god…*covers face* Here we go.

Mercury:So umm…hehehe the scene where the camera is super close up on Emerald right before she creates the big illusion, the audio is actually separate from video entirely because Emerald for whatever reason could not give a realistic distress filled scream.

Emerald:Don’t make it sound easy! Okay so listen, an emotional scream is actually really hard. It has to be loud enough, in character, sound appropriate; it’s a lot. And you don’t want to kill your voice!

Interview:So where did the scream come from, because that sounded like your voice.

Mercury:So we’re all taking a lunch break. Emerald was taking a breather; other scenes were being shot. *smiles* So I thought to myself “oh I know how to get a good scream out of her.” Then I book it to Tyrian’s trailer and ask “hey man, can I borrow Lilly for a moment. Emerald has to scream.”

Emerald:And for those who don’t know, Lilly is Tyrian’s pet python that he brings to set!

Mercury:He gave me the thumbs up and then got one of our kind audio staff members to already be in place. I put Lilly right in between the screen door and actual door of Emerald’s trailer.

Emerald:No no no, don’t sound less evil than you are. This…criminal.

Mercury:Hahahaha!

Emerald:Told me get his charger out of my trailer so he knew I’d be in and out within seconds. I probably only walked two feet inside before I turned around to see this big ass snake in my face!

Hazel:*off camera* Everyone stopped filming! I was mid line and then suddenly a murder was happening.

Emerald:Worst part, the scream is both mine, and what you hear from Salem but pitched.

Mercury:I call that two birds with one stone. Also she didn’t break up with me so clearly the bond is strong.

Emerald:Oh hush!

xxxxx

Climatic music!!!

Qrow:Ruby!!!!

Argus robot: *charging canon*

Ruby:*takes deep breath*

Gun jams

…….

Ruby:……Welp, guess I die.

Director:Cut!!!

Crew laughing

Ruby:Come on now! Of all the scenes! All the moments!

Qrow:What do mean, Ruby dies here now. Six volumes was all you got.

Ruby:Apparently! Imagine that. I’m all like “watch this!” Dies. Forget grimm, it’s the gun jamming that are the real killers.

xxxxx

Salem’s lieutenants sitting at the table.

Salem:*slowly walking to front*……All of you were supposed to stand so I can sit you down.

Watts:God damnit!

Cinder:See I thought I was crazy because I almost stood, but no one else moved!

Tyrian:First scene of volume 4, everyone ignores script.

xxxxx

Weiss:I’ve done nothing but uphold my family name. A name you married- don’t slap! Wait! Cut! *covers face* time out. *laughing*

Whitley:*off camera* What happened!?

Jacques:Pffft, what’s wrong!?

Weiss:You know what! Y’all can’t see it from this angle, but he’s wiggling his mustache!

Jacques:*laughing* That’s the sign for the slap!

Weiss:I wasn’t done with the line yet but saw your arm tense up!

Jacques:Hahahaha! I’m sorry, it’s just your face went from attitude to “oh shit” in a second! *pats head*

Weiss:Ugh…I’m so exhausted now.

xxxxx

Ruby:People always ask how I push myself further when stunts get crazy.

Neo:*in a wig* She pushes her recliner back and watches me!

Ruby:I do some of my stunts!

Neo:Barely! Anytime we’re in the same shot she panics because it’s all on her. Hehe, the day the director said we were fighting-

Ruby:I died a little inside. I was like “I can’t fight this!” And he laughed. “That’s the point!” He said.

Neo:You did good though. You didn’t get hurt like Blake.

Blake:Who needs to act out a slap when you can take one? Honestly I would write Adam back into the script just for more clown shit to happen on set.

xxxxx

V4

Ruby:*Watching through bushes*

Jaune:*training*

Sad music intensifying

Neo:*stands next to Ruby*

Ruby:……

Neo:*leans* Sad moment right?

Ruby:Pffft god damnit! Get outta here haha!

Neo:*walks off set* I’ll be here all week.

xxxxx

Jaune:*staring at statue*…..!?

Neo:*walks up*……

……

Neo:*looks at him* Shit’s fucked up.

Jaune:Pfffft Hahahahaha!

Neo:*smirks and walks away* Nuff said. Goodnight everybody.

xxxx

Interviewer:Who have you had the most fun working with?

Oscar:I work with Neo quite a bit behind the scenes. She’s usually the one showing me how the can tricks should look before I have to do them.

Interviewer:How long did it take you to get them down?

Oscar:I don’t have many drawn out fights so no more than three days. The biggest one was with Hazel! That took forever! Neo was actually so tired that was like “Sweetie we might actually brawl if you make me flip off this wall seven times.”

Neo:*run on screen* I’m sorry! I was tired!

Oscar:Haha it’s all good. I get my payback on screen.

Neo:He was scared to hit me! I told him just run and lean into it and he didn’t believe I would move in time.

Oscar:I didn’t want to hurt you!

Neo:Awww *hugs him* Oscar is a good kid. Very proud of him.

xxxx

Coco:Hold still!

Nora:*getting makeup done* I’m trying!

Salem:So how’s it feel being completely still so you can be put into character?

Nora:I do not envy your role. If anything I respect you more.

Salem:They might have to put more detail on for me but at least my outfit covers most my skin.

Nora:I gotta get me some sleeves. Next volume.

Salem:You’re gonna wear sleeves in the desert?

Nora:Oh I am doomed!

Coco:You’ll live.

xxxx

Ozpin:Wanna see drama behind the scenes. *points to makeup crew*

Oscar:How do I look?

Penny:*smiling* Is it weird fake bruises bring out your eyes?

Ozpin:No drama. Only tooth decay.

xxxx

Interviewer:Was there any part early on or even now that you dread during shooting RWBY?

Yang:I can not stress enough how quickly I started to hate my first outfit.

Ruby:Hahaha!

Yang:Don’t get me wrong! It looks cool and it has a special place in my heart. Stunts sucked in that top! Anytime I had to do flips or rolls I prayed the girls didn’t spill out on camera!

Interviewer:There was no support?

Yang:There was, but it never felt like it was enough. A full shirt was the first thing I asked for in the time skip.

Weiss:I never had many wardrobe problems thankfully.

Blake:Your problem is night shooting.

Weiss:YES! So it being nighttime isn’t necessarily the problem, but the constant adjustments to our lights in dark areas really messes with my eyes.

Ruby:I’ve seen her get really bad headaches, like after the apathy scene in the well.

Weiss:It’s sad because I don’t want to come off as pompous or anything but there have been times I told the crew not to get me until they’re absolutely sure they have the lights set up how they want it.

Blake:I’m gonna break hearts, but I’m not a fan of the ears.

Interviewer:What!? They’re so important!

Blake:I know! Ask anyone who has to play a faunus how they feel about their trait. Some of them have to move carefully so they don’t ruin a trait or it falls off. There’s countless tales of me doing stunts and an ear flies off!

Yang:I think it’s the best when you have a overhead swing and forget about the ears, so a hand just knocks them off!

Blake:Early on I figured out low crouching stances are for me. I feel so bad for people like Sun, because they aren’t asking him to do a flip. They’re asking him to flip high enough so the tail doesn’t hit the ground. Even when it’s not on and gets put in for technical scenes he has to reshoot because he stood too close to a wall so it looks like the tail will clip through it.

Interviewer:Yikes. Yeah I can see that eating up time. Ruby, are you about to tell the world you hate the hood?

Ruby:Oh I’ll wear that any day! I ask for more cape haha. However, I have one problem that will never go away in this show!

Blake:Ruby talks about Crescent Rose is like the ex boyfriend you can’t change but also doesn’t have to.

Ruby:Nononono listen! I love that weapon. It is by far the coolest thing I’ve ever had use. In most cases, I’m actually using this thing that fires live, hollow, rubber, air soft, or even blanks! Marksman stuff is an actual skill and a hobby of mine. All that being said, that gun has jammed on me so many times!

Yang:I have been offset and outside hearing her groan, and I know it’s because the gun jammed.

Ruby:There are funny moments where I don’t care it jammed and it’s not a big deal win it’s not the last bullet because I don’t notice or I have to use scythe next. It’s when it’s in the middle of multiple shots that it will ruin the choreography, or the kick back hits hard.

Everyone: *Wincing*

Weiss:I’ve seen her get bruises…

Ruby:*stands up* Everyone knows the pose here I stab the blade into the ground and I constantly crank out shots. That’s as fast as I can shoot without worrying about ruining a take.

Blake:You also swear by that weapon and call it a dream starter.

Ruby:Well it’s the reason I got the role!

Interviewer:Oh is it?

Yang:How have I not heard this story?

Ruby:It is. So contrary to popular belief, I was not promised the role of little red; it had nothing to do with my brother besides him telling me about the part. I actually had to audition like every other girl who wanted the part. The director gave us practice lines from an unfinished script but the real audition was in fact the red trailer.

Weiss:Yeah I heard that was rough shooting.

Ruby:*claps hands* Okay, so by this point everyone has done the lines and around twenty other women wearing the outfit. This is my first time really getting into the business and honestly I wasn’t doing well. Seeing how well others read their lines put dread on me. We’re outside; instructions, demonstrations, and everything has been shown for how to use Crescent Rose and the safety instructor even tells us “this thing has kickback.” I’m confident in my firearm skills and I had no lines in this trailer so I felt confident. The first shot hit me so hard I staggered backwards.

Yang:Yeah I would imagine!

Ruby:Safety crew was there to assist every actress. On my turn they were prepared with padding and rush in if needed, but before they could get to me after the shot, I swung the weapon behind me and stabbed it in the ground to catch myself. Freaking…umm Adam, what did I say after the director looked at me.

Adam: “Woooo! Guess this has thorns after all.” Then you just laughed.

Ruby:That is what saved that audition. I only learned that way later when the director told me “Yeah what you said and did combined with the skill is exactly how I saw that character.”

Blake:Aw that’s sweet.

Ruby:I wish I knew that months earlier because everyone finished their recordings and all the director said was “Thank you, you will know who’s Red when the trailer premiers.”

Yang:By far the evilest way to let a person know if they got a role.

Ruby:I was glued to computer that day it was supposed to drop and….ooo you can literally ask my mom and sis that when I tell you that I burst into tears as the camera panned up to get me in view.*tearing up* Like…I really wanted this but, I’m not joking when I say I saw the talent in that room and felt like phoning it in. I wasn’t ready to see my face on that screen.

Yang: Aww don’t cry *hugging her* Our big softie. You earned it.

Adam:I vividly remember driving her home and you looked at me and said “man, I don’t think I did my best out there.” It took me by surprise because yeah your lines were shaky but half of those actresses never got used to the gun. At least not quickly. Also, internet, I don’t pick who’s in or out. All I did was show her poster. Ruby got her breakout role on her own.

Weiss:Damn…and here I was looking at the silhouettes of “W” and thinking “that’s mine right?” Because everyone going for those roles had to do that pose.

Interviewer:Weren’t you approached for the role?

Weiss:I said I’ll think about it because I hadn’t done action stuff before and wasn’t sure how much I’d like it, but I got to see an advanced preview of the red trailer and went “This looks fun and I want to meet this girl.”

Blake:Then you saw the views on it and really wanted to join in.

Weiss:Oh hush!!!

Everyone: *laughing*

[fruitsofhell]

I have a Kirby Heardle Thread on Twitter so sometimes I go off about how much I love this series' music, here’s 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 so far (with a lot more added in lol):

     Holy Shit I Fucking Love This Song And Motif. I was gonna say that Inner Struggle is better than Sword of the Surviving Guardian, but that's dumb and inflammatory. I think the two motifs of Vs. Meta Knight and Friend and the Setting Sun represent different things and have their own purposes. The former is underrated AF, but it has a separate use.      The Vs. Meta Knight motif from Super Star is used to represent fights with Meta at his lowest or when blinded by his lust for battle. Like in Revenge of MK when he's challenged you to a lost cause battle on his destroyed, rapidly sinking ship (raw af), and Planet Robobot and Epic Yarn (I love discordant piano ^^) where he's struggling against mind control. All of these carry a weight and desperation for him that is so amazingly conveyed by that theme. It’s tense, its dark, and it’s deadly as Meta’s blade.      Friend and the Setting Sun is his more general theme now, it kinda represents that after Revenge was a sobering moment for him, as encounters with him after are less antagonistic. It has that perfect “dramatically (maybe even regretfully) riding off into the sunset” vibe, which made it perfect as a credits theme then, and great as a reoccurring motif for Meta Knight now. It represents how he’s likely reflected and grown more understanding ever since that fateful defeat.       AAAAND (teehee), it goes with King and the Setting Sun which represents a paralleled moment for Dedede, with more emphasis on the “regretfully” riding off into the sunset. Which is fitting because we’ve seen that while Meta can take defeat badly by going off on rampages, Dedede becomes rather depressed about these things. Friend and the Setting Sun is regretful but steadfast, and King and the Setting Sun is regretful and just downright defeated.

     All this to say, there are two battle themes for Meta Knight: Vs. Meta/Inner Struggle for when he's at his worst and deadliest, and Setting Sun for when he's being a friendly rival and continuing a character arc he shares in common with Dedede. Sword of the Surviving Guardian uses the right motif, and it owns, and I respect it. Plus I love the intro, its very jazzy and expressive! The whole song has a great feel of a friendly but still serious battle between two great warriors who have grown and changed for the better a lot since they first met.      Star Allies, unfortunately, uses the wrong motif in Friends and the Sound of Intersecting Swords, and it makes me sad. Being horribly possessed by his "wild streak" should land us some Vs. Meta Knight, but instead we have the Setting Sun motif, and I do legit feel it detracts from the potential drama of the fight. (But he is like the 3rd boss out of like,, 13?? so oh well).      KF2 got my back tho! The fucking Sworn Partners final battle music mixes like every Meta and Dedede motif! INCLUDING SO MANY TASTY ONES FROM REVENGE OF MK THAT DONT GET USED AND AUGDGSYG ITS SO GOOD!!! When they use the Revenge of MK trill right before you fight them??? I am in the stratosphere!      KF2 OST is legendary for all the love they gave Meta Knight and Dedede’s motifs. Using the Halberd and Vs. MK themes in the final battle with Dedede’s, and the Setting Sun motifs together for the credits is a really good example of the way they use them for different aspects of these characters!