#on the platter(hanna)

[moonjellysfeast]

Arthur and Hanna - Debut

cw; torture, kidnapping, manipulation, religious imagery, angel character, unhealthy dynamics.

Of course Arthur needed a guardian angel, his life was wracked by misfortune and the proof was scarred across him. He tended to wear sweaters to hide as much of them as possible, though he couldn't do much for the one traveling up his left cheek and through his dead eye. Each scar looked like a river with how it cut through the many freckles covering him, reminding him of times where she only just kept him alive.

For as kind and loving as Hanna was, she was first and foremost, a good angel. Her instructions had been to keep the boy alive at least until he found his true calling. Of course, they hadn't specified what that was to be but Hanna felt sure it would be obvious when they found it. She hardly spoke to him, even when he was young and begged her to just remind him he wasn't as alone as he seemed. Hanna was a good angel, she followed instructions. That had been why she hadn't done anything when Arthur was kidnapped. Nor when he was chained in a barn, just a bit separated from some kidding goats. However, when you came to him in the daylight, suddenly visible to Arthur and his angel, she took a bit of pause. You grinned at him and Arthur felt something click within himself.

"Aren't you glad I didn't string you up? Just a bit of chain attached to the wall, I know your kind are too good at escaping for just the gate, lambs like you can climb~" you held his chin, inspecting him like any other livestock.

"I-I am, sir. P-Please don't kill me..." Arthur whined, him and Hanna watching your smile grow in awe.

"What a sweet thing you are! Now, don't tell me someone else has kept you~ Folk like me don't let our animals wander wild like you were. Plus you're a bit underweight, little lambs should be well fed or you'll never make enough meat to be worthwhile. Unless you were a dairy creature, in which case, you must not have been bred yet..." You grabbed a fistful of his sweater, drawing attention to the size of his chest, sizable for a man, but not anywhere near what you'd expect of a proper dairy cow.

Arthur stared at you, bright red in the face. His poor brain could not process the implications of what you said, too confused to even notice you cut his shirt off with a sickle. He was only broken from his daze when rough hands landed on his chest. As you ripped the rest of his clothes off and muttered to yourself about a lack of branding or tagging, Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, a mess of emotions he couldn't decipher. Upon examining him thoroughly enough to be certain he wasn't claimed, you traced your sickle over his skin, the sharp blade leaving a small trail of crimson behind it. He shuddered and whined but made no move to pull away, even whimpering out some apologies.

"Such a sweet thing~ I ought to keep you alive, so I'll have to mark you as mine, lamb~" You step away from him to go prepare a brand for him.

"Uhm... Sir? You... are not human, are you? You-You are a shepherd," A soft voice echoed into the barn moments before Hanna was pinned to the straw-covered floor. She was in clear awe, having taken a human-esque form she still had golden wings that now splayed out like a taxidermy bird. "I've kept him alive for you~ You're his- our shepherd~ My lord~"

[binalamcaterers]

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[carnalphenomena]

@dxsole // didi said: “I’ll let you have me any way you want.” 

Hanna giggles, coy and demure. They’re sipping wine in Hanna’s apartment in the city. Didi is probably used to finer places, but Hanna doesn’t know that, and a mattress is a mattress, right? 

“You’re that kind of woman, yeah?” she asks, playing up her Yankee accent. She wants to sound cute, quirky, sexy. (Why does she need to lay it on so thick? Didi, despite seeming so beautiful and unattainable, has just laid herself out for Hanna on a silver platter.) 

Hanna puts her wine glass down. Hands free, she reaches for Didi’s thigh, her waist. 

“I want you under me and cumming until you’re begging for mercy. That’s what’s gonna get me off. Can you do that for me?” And, because she’s already picked up on Didi’s little habit, she cocks her head and adds: “Hm?”

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss

And what impeccable timing!

Scene: In a beach house Loopy De Loop was renting near Myrtle Beach over the recent Canada Week. Huckleberry Hound and I joined "ze good wolf" for a poutine party of his, complete with air-fried French fries. And, as things turned out, the Hair Bear Bunch, who managed to travel cross-country from near Malibu, and couldn't help but kill some time on the Grand Strand as well.

"I assume you know that the heighth of Spring Break," saith I, "in its luscious glory of collegiate sport, games, debauchery even, is approaching, meaning that we're being asked to leave our motel to better accomodate the Spring Break crowd."

"Which means," Huckleberry Hound added, "yours truly as much as Snagglepuss" in noticing another strand of molten cheese curds enrobed in homestyle gravy in his poutine platter.

"Was it any surprise, then," chimed in Loopy, "that I came over for Canada Week as much as invite you over to join the Three Wolves for some diving down in the Keys?"

Huck and I couldn't help but exclaim, "You REALLY mean it?!!"

"No doubt about it," Loopy responded. "And Peter Potamus is letting us use his diver's cabin just past Islamorada."

"Rather interesting hospitality, I have to say," Huck remarked, which saw me adding, "Just like old times."

"Oh ... and did I mention where my nephew Bon-Bon, and Hokey's stepson Ding-a-Ling, quite the divers in their juvenile right, are also coming along?"

"Not until now," said I.

Even then, the poutine proved rather irresistable as much as the Pepsi that Loopy De Loop brought along out of Quebecoise pride ("For some reason, we Quebecoise somehow cannot resist Pepsi"--Loopy De Loop), not just for our party, but also for the Hair Bear Bunch, who were more or less "surprise guests" of the whole. And who, it turned out, also got the opportunity to join in with the Three Wolves as much as us among the reefs of the Real Florida.

Within hours, at any rate, Huck and yours truly vacated our motel room for the cause of Spring Break, the light travellers we happen to be (even allowing for the campy souvenirs expected of trips to the likes of Myrtle Beach), secured a refund on what remained of our previously-arranged stay, and joined Loopy and Bon-Bon in caravan (with the campervan of the Hair Bears as well) along US Highway 1 "out of sentiment," by and large, "for the classic road trip experience," as Hair Bear was quick to explain the rationale, leaving just as sunset was becoming obvious.

Excepting, maybe, stops for breakfast and a couple of refresher dive lessons, those down Florida way, the drive was rather continuous through the night, with some No-Doz taken beforehand for the sake of alertness without recourse to additional coffee. Just be thankful it wasn't dodgy truckstop amphetamines.

And before long, managing to get out of Miami and unto the Keys for once, we pulled into a diver's bar in Tavernier to meet up with what would be the ultimate of hosts, no less than Peter Potamus, Ambassador for Diving unto the Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera. And you could just sense the utter surprise in learning that the Hair Bear Bunch would be joining in on that dive vacation as well! So, following a lunch of the old conch stew, Peter Potamus led the way towards the landing just past Islamorada on the Overseas Highway where we would not only be parking, but also boarding a pontoon for the modest cay whence sat Peter's diving lodge for the Keys.

There's bound to be plenty of interesting tales to be had ensuing, and over coming weeks in this space besides, even!

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[macaroni-rascal]

I have so many thoughts but so little time, goddammit! Both dance events were fascinating. The junior event showcasing infinitely better skating skills than the senior one is such a bad look. My heart broke for Yahli, but at least she had Tanith there to console her, she's the perfect person for this because she's literally lived through it. Although I do feel bad every time Tanith curls her hair just so her teams would disappoint her. Overall I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked the juniors, they were all so different and so good. Probably the best JGPF I've ever seen, especially the girlies!

Marjo and Zak are likely rooming with Lia and Trennt respectively because they looked like they rubbed off on each other. Zak looked like he knew they wouldn't have a good skate going in, so I wonder what's been going on. Marjo's hair piece is doing all the heavy lifting discipline-wide. The tech panel tried to do its job but the GOEs were a trip, as always. It's fascinating which judges fucked over their own teams. Charlene went out there with a vengeance and skated lights out, her ponytail floating in the wind like a plume of fire. They should've been in first. Barbara's stopwatch should be put up in the Olympic Museum when she retires. I love Mark so much, his ability to sneakily say things is unparalleled. When he said C/B have never won the GPF, all of us old-timers knew exactly what he was saying - they'll be handed the win. Luckily for them, G/P aren't helping themselves with this atrocious RD. Any team that's lying down on the ice better not talk to me. And Nik really isn't doing anything to get off my shitlist, huh? I was wondering when F/G's reckoning would come and I'm pleasantly surprised it was this quick, they needed a reality check.

The pairs event also made me stabby. The Germans had no business outscoring the Italians. Minnie better shield this boy lest Aljona try to poach him. What annoys me the most is that Deanna and Max repeat this trajectory every year - they start out strong, nail it at an early Challenger or GP, and then can't do a clean competition for the life of them, the choreo gets watered down, and by the time Worlds rolls around, they're completely out of gas and the judges have lost their faith in them. The axel has never been Trennt's jump, but I'm fascinated by how he's landing his former nemesis the 3S with such ease now but not the 2A. And it was only a matter of time before he started putting down lifts because Alison doesn't teach the girls how to hold themselves up in them. They need a harder throw and a Lori Nichol/Sandra Bezic/David Wilson program if they want to be competitive next year and of course they should keep spending time in London, it's doing wonders for them, and maybe they can learn a thing or two about lifts from the coaches there as well. Their free was the most beautiful of the bunch here. I see what Asher was trying to do with the SP but it doesn't really suit them, I much preferred the initial version they did at the sectionals. The Hungarians' free could also be so tender and special if it was being done by a team with any connection whatsoever. I want justice for Sara and Niccolo at Europeans and Worlds, but they also need to change programs once in a while. Is H/V's coach really powerful or something? What is going on here? What is this shit?

The women's event could've been an email. I'm still shooting daggers at Isabeau's coaching team. The way she can't recover from a mistake is deeply concerning. Amber is being served the national title on a platter this year and she better eat. Rion's skating usually doesn't do anything for me but I kinda enjoyed her here. I still actively dislike Hanna and Loena's SPs. Nina's dress is fabulous but she's the second coming of Alina on those crossovers when I'd rather forget even the first coming. Angel Kaori still doing angel shit, good for her, as an OG stan I'm fucking thriving. All I need is Wakaba back at full brilliance and I'll ascend. I'm so ready for this senior free dance event, I can't even tell you. Hope you feel better soon!

I didn't end up watching any of the junior gpf, but you're making me wanna go back and watch junior ice dance, I may do that!

Ice dance at the GPF could have been an email, I know you said that about women -- and that's fair -- but I really think this ice dance event bored the hell out of me. Same with the free dance I just watched. I skipped half the teams cause I just didn't really care to watch. I am happy F/G got a reality check, and I wish the Italians won, but what are ya gonna do? Go stalk and kidnap judges' families until they do what you want? Maybe?!

Pairs is a wild time, I think H/V have been very consistent this season, despite all their issues off ice, and the judges are into it. I enjoy them as a team, I wish they had better programs, and looked at each other more, but I think they've got a cool future ahead of them. I'm so sad for Deanna and Max, had she done a double axel the title would have been theirs. It is fun the top three teams were within two points of each other, that's a good time for me. The Italians (both teams) put me to sleep, so I don't really remember their skates.

I agree with all your opinions on the women's sp event, amen amen amen.

[rookthorne]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NOWHERE TO BE FOUND’?!?!?!

When you felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight, you peeked up at him from under your blanket. “Hey–”

“Don’t,” Bucky held up his hand and kissed your forehead. “Don’t call me anything other than Bucky–my dick needs a break from you.” 

BAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣

“Can you please put some clothes on–I can’t look at you right now.” Bucky playfully put his hand over his eyes, but the image of you in cheeky white panties and his red henley would forever be burned in his mind. 

such a WEAK BASTARD! 😝

Bucky turned around in the kitchen and appraised you. You were wearing jeans and a sweater, but you still looked too sexy, and the way you called him Mr. Barnes was doing something to him. 

HE IS SUCH A HORN DOG

You sighed frustratedly and sat back down across from him. “That’s not the point, Bucky. The dress was great, you loved it, I loved it–if you had shown up with a skinny white woman wearing it, they would have printed something way different.”

I wanna sock them all upside the head with a piece of rebar. fuckwits.

“I can’t have my face plastered all over the Internet, Bucky! People want me dead, and now all they have to do is go online and see where I am at all times!” 

…oh no

Bucky held you tighter, and when you had calmed down slightly, he spoke again. “What do you mean people want you dead?”

goddammit

“God, I love you.” You gripped his t-shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss. “I like the idea of a movie day. Sweats and pizza and all day cuddles.” 

LITERALLY MY DREAM 😭😭😭

“Ask Sarah if we can stay with her for a bit? I want to bring Bucky home after Christmas.” 

YAY 🥹

“Bucky?” You called out, but when you received no answer you crawled out of the fort to look for him. 

You flicked the living room light on and noticed his jacket and shoes were gone. 

please I don’t WIKE THIS HAYLIE!

You chewed your cheek as you stared at your phone. After ten minutes with no response, you called him and got his voicemail. 

HAYLIE! NO

“Did you forget your key–Ozenik?” You blinked your eyes rapidly as if to clear your vision. 

👀👀👀

“Doll,” Bucky’s labored voice cut you off. “Don’t–it’s a trap.” 

NO

NO NO NO

NOOOOOO!

DON’T!

“Bucky can’t talk right now,” a familiar German voice crackled through the phone, and you froze in your tracks. “Hello, Daisy.” 

oh I’m gonna kill her WHERE IS MY FUCKING SHOVEL

“You killed my brother.”

WHAT

Sofie’s face broke into a delighted grin as she turned back to Hanna. “See, this is what you never got right. You never pay attention to me. Not like Stephan.” She turned back to you to kiss your cheeks. “You seem to be the daughter I always wanted.” 

“You listen here, you fucking cunt, I don’t know what whorehouse Stephan dragged you out of, but I’m on to you. You think you can just come in here and steal my brother? You think he actually gives a shit about you? You think any of this–” she waved her arms wildly around the massive kitchen, “is going to be yours one day?!” 

who does this fake ass bitch think she is? fucking seriously? she could cry and her face would fucking melt and fall off!

“What seems to be the problem, Schatz?” Stephan picked up a piece of cheese from the appetizer platter and leaned against the counter. 

the fact he’s so blaise is… unnerving.

You gripped the kitchen counter as hard as you could, trying to keep a clear head. But when you heard Bucky start screaming in the background, you lost it, grabbing the closest thing to you, the toaster, and throwing it at the wall. 

THROW IT AT HER HEAD, IT’LL MELT HER FACE!

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” 

ZEMO YOU CLEVER SHIT

You fumbled for your phone quickly dialing Yelena’s number, and as soon as she answered, you cut her off. “They took Bucky–I don’t have time to explain just–Yelena, listen!” You took a shaky breath. “I’m gonna send you the address, and you have to get in touch with Clint–I don’t know anyone else! Okay, fine, call whoever, I trust you. I don’t know what I’m up against here–thanks.” 

YES

GET EVERYONE

“I know. I’m done pulling my punches.”

fuck. yes.

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 10

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

Summary: After you discover some bad press from the night of the musical, Bucky suggests an all day Christmas movie marathon to make you feel better. But when you wake up...he's nowhere to be found.

Warnings: Sexism, racism. Nothing else really.

4 Days Before Christmas

The next morning you woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and coffee. Glad to be in your own bed now that Sam and Yelena were gone, you burrowed further under your blanket and hugged Bucky’s pillow to your chest, inhaling his familiar scent. 

When you felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight, you peeked up at him from under your blanket. “Hey–”

“Don’t,” Bucky held up his hand and kissed your forehead. “Don’t call me anything other than Bucky–my dick needs a break from you.” 

You buried your face in his pillow as you shook with laughter. 

“I’m serious!” Bucky pulled the blanket down to give you his best ‘I mean business’ face. 

“Fine, Bucky.” You rolled your eyes but gave his nose a quick kiss. “Breakfast smells good,” you yawned and got out of bed to stretch. 

Bucky groaned, making you turn to face him again. 

“What now?” 

“Can you please put some clothes on–I can’t look at you right now.” Bucky playfully put his hand over his eyes, but the image of you in cheeky white panties and his red henley would forever be burned in his mind. 

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous,” you laughed as you locked yourself in the bathroom. You yelled through the door, “you can open your eyes now!” 

“Thank god,” Bucky sighed. “Come eat when you’re decent.” 

**

“Is this appropriate enough for you, Mr. Barnes?” You posed in the bedroom doorway. 

Bucky turned around in the kitchen and appraised you. You were wearing jeans and a sweater, but you still looked too sexy, and the way you called him Mr. Barnes was doing something to him. 

“Oh, Jesus. You are the problem here, Buck, not me. Perv.” You teased as you kissed his cheek and took the plate he had made for you. 

“It’s not my fault that you look sexy all the time, and everything you do or say drives me absolutely insane.” 

“The feeling is mutual, babe.” You sat at the table and sipped your coffee. 

Bucky sat next to you, his plates piled with significantly more food than you had on yours. When you opened your phone and started scrolling, Bucky turned his attention to the tv. 

You ate in a comfortable silence for a bit until you scoffed at something on your phone. 

“What is it?” Bucky asked. 

“Look,” you showed him a news article about the opening of the Rogers musical. However, this particular article was less about the show and more about the famous attendees. 

“Doll, I told you not to look at this stuff….” Bucky sighed as he read the caption under the picture of the two of you. 

“They basically called me ghetto and said I was a slut,” you huffed as you took the phone back. 

“That’s not what it says. I loved the dress; who cares what some Internet person thought about it?” 

You groaned and stood up from the table. “This happens every time, Buck! You don’t get it.” 

Bucky frowned; you were really upset about this. He hated that you had to experience that part of his world, a part that he loathed more than anyone. 

“I’m sorry, doll. I shouldn’t have made you wear the dress.” 

You sighed frustratedly and sat back down across from him. “That’s not the point, Bucky. The dress was great, you loved it, I loved it–if you had shown up with a skinny white woman wearing it, they would have printed something way different.”

Bucky furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?” 

You grabbed his hands, trying to remain patient. “Bucky, my body–there’s a lot about it that some people don’t find–acceptable. Especially for someone who looks like you….” You paused, waiting to see if he was catching on. 

“You mean, they print these things about you because–because you’re black?” 

You nodded, gripping his hands harder. “You don’t see it; when we walk around–people sometimes stare, not because of you necessarily but because I’m with you.” Your shoulders slumped slightly. “I don’t mind it, I’m used to it–truly it doesn’t bother me. But, this–printed for everyone to see and judge and–”

Bucky moved to pick you up out of your chair as you started crying. “I’m so sorry.” Bucky kissed your temple as he carried you to the living room chair and held you against his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I wish I could do something–can I?” 

You shook your head and wiped your tears. “It just pisses me off–makes me feel like shit. And we were so careful not to get our picture taken last night, and people just don’t care–like we’re not real people to them. And–” you were starting to hyperventilate now. “I can’t have my face plastered all over the Internet, Bucky! People want me dead, and now all they have to do is go online and see where I am at all times!” 

“Woah, take a breath, doll. I got you.” Bucky held you tighter, and when you had calmed down slightly, he spoke again. “What do you mean people want you dead?”

You hid your face in his neck. 

Shit. 

“Just–um, the Power Broker, I assume.”

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Let me make you feel better, yeah?” Bucky rubbed the small of your back. 

You nodded. 

“You know, I think you’re the most gorgeous, strongest, in general, most perfect person in existence.” 

You chuckled, “I know, Buck. You make me feel beautiful and special every day.” 

“Because you need to know.” Bucky kissed you. “What do you want to do, love? Do you want a bath? Do you want to have a movie day? I could order your favorite foods...we could go out of town, take a day trip and just explore?” 

“God, I love you.” You gripped his t-shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss. “I like the idea of a movie day. Sweats and pizza and all day cuddles.” 

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky said as he kissed you again. “You know what we should do? We should build a fort and watch movies out here.” 

You sat back and looked at him like he was crazy. “How old are you again?” 

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Bucky pulled you back to his lips so he could plant kisses along your jaw. 

“Okay,” you smiled, already feeling so much better. “I’m in. You move the furniture, and I’ll go grab all the blankets and pillows I can find.” 

Bucky grinned and kissed you again. “Get to work,” he joked as he smacked your ass playfully. 

“Hey, don’t start doing shit like that if you’re trying to take a sex break,” you teased as you went to the bedroom. 

“Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts.” Bucky watched you walk away, licking his lips at the sway of your hips. 

“Get to work, Barnes! I can feel you staring!” 

Bucky laughed as he got up and moved the furniture around the living room. You and Bucky maneuvered Bucky’s mattress out of his room and onto the living room floor. You then created a cozy fort out of blankets and pillows. Bucky grabbed plenty of snacks as you started the first movie, Home Alone.

**

A few movies into the marathon, after arguing about whether Mean Girls was indeed a Christmas movie, and after eating a whole pizza, Bucky fell asleep with your fingers running through his hair. 

You looked over at him, his pink lips slightly parted as he slept peacefully. Your heart was so full, you thought it might burst, and you were crying again–this time from happiness. You had never loved someone as deeply as you loved Bucky. You could do the craziest shit together and then have such tender moments. You trusted him with your body and soul, and as you gazed at him now, you knew there would never be anyone else. He was it for you, your soulmate, if you believed in that kind of thing. 

You sniffled and tried to stop crying so you wouldn’t wake him up. You grabbed your phone and opened a message to Sam. 

“Ask Sarah if we can stay with her for a bit? I want to bring Bucky home after Christmas.” 

Sam’s response was almost immediate. “YES!!” 

You rolled your eyes as you typed. “Actually ask her, Sam. I don’t want to show up uninvited!” 

“Okay, okay. I’ll have her call you. But you know she’ll say yes.” 

You smiled and locked your phone, already picturing Bucky lounging on Sarah’s back porch with a glass of iced tea. 

**

The apartment was dark when you woke up alone in the living room fort. You had passed out at some point during It’s A Wonderful Life ; the credits were still rolling on TV. 

“Bucky?” You called out, but when you received no answer you crawled out of the fort to look for him. 

You flicked the living room light on and noticed his jacket and shoes were gone. 

He must have gone to pick up dinner. 

A note on the kitchen counter confirmed your suspicions; he was going to your favorite Indian spot. Your stomach growled, and you grabbed your phone to shoot him a text. “Are you almost home? So hungry!” 

You frowned when you received no response. 

Maybe he’s on the subway–it is pretty cold. 

You chewed your cheek as you stared at your phone. After ten minutes with no response, you called him and got his voicemail. 

Okay, calm down. There’s no reason to panic. 

A knock at the door made you breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Did you forget your key–Ozenik?” You blinked your eyes rapidly as if to clear your vision. 

“May I come in?” 

“Wha–what are you doing here?” You stepped aside and let the old man in. 

Before he could answer, your phone rang, Bucky’s smiling face on the screen. 

“Oh, thank god, just a second, please have a seat.” You motioned for Ozenik to make himself at home as you answered Bucky’s call. 

“Hey, are you okay? Where–” 

“Doll,” Bucky’s labored voice cut you off. “Don’t–it’s a trap.” 

“What? Buck–Bucky, tell me where you are!” 

The last thing you heard was Bucky grunting before a woman’s voice came through the phone. 

“Bucky can’t talk right now,” a familiar German voice crackled through the phone, and you froze in your tracks. “Hello, Daisy.” 

You hadn’t been called by that alias in years…not since Stephan. “Hanna?”

“You killed my brother.”

**

You stood over the kitchen sink, taking slow deep breaths. You were trying to convince yourself not to punch Stephan’s obnoxious sister, Hanna, right in the mouth. You and Stephan were supposed to be celebrating his mother’s 70th birthday, but Hanna seemed determined to ruin the party for everyone. 

“Can I get you anything?” Manfred, Stephan’s butler, asked gently. 

“How about vodka and a bottle of happy pills?” You smiled and pulled yourself together just as Hanna and Sofie walked into the kitchen. 

“Oh, there you are, dear,” Sofie, Stephan’s mother, had already taken a strong liking to you and started fussing over you, fixing a few out of place hairs. 

“Sorry, I just needed some air.” You smiled politely, catching Hanna’s envious gaze. 

“Mother, why don’t you go back to the dining room? I think the cake will be out soon.” 

“Actually–there’s no cake,” you looked back at Sofie hesitantly. 

“No cake?! You throw my mother a birthday party, and there’s no cake?!” 

“Shush!” Sofie reprimanded Hanna and took your hand. 

“I’m sorry, I just noticed that you really liked the pastries I had last time you were here and thought you would enjoy that instead.” 

Sofie’s face broke into a delighted grin as she turned back to Hanna. “See, this is what you never got right. You never pay attention to me. Not like Stephan.” She turned back to you to kiss your cheeks. “You seem to be the daughter I always wanted.” 

You stood frozen, locked in an angry stare with Hanna as Sofie made her way to the dining room. 

Hanna stalked toward you as soon as Sofie was gone. Her stringy blonde hair was professionally blown out for the occasion. Her face was tight with botox. Her fake puffy lips painted a light shade of pink and still not as enticing as your bare ones. 

“You listen here, you fucking cunt, I don’t know what whorehouse Stephan dragged you out of, but I’m on to you. You think you can just come in here and steal my brother? You think he actually gives a shit about you? You think any of this–” she waved her arms wildly around the massive kitchen, “is going to be yours one day?!” 

Your fists were balled up so tightly you felt a trickle of blood run down your palm. 

“No, he’s not gonna marry you–when he’s done having his fun, he’ll find someone else and someone else, and you’ll be nothing. My mother won’t even remember your name in a few weeks.” 

You took a deep breath before deciding that you didn’t give a fuck anymore. Before Hanna could get another word out, you had her pinned down, her face pressing into the marble countertop next to the blender. 

“Don’t make a sound,” you whispered in her ear as you pulled a small knife from under your dress and ran it across Hanna’s neck. “You make any noise, and I swear I will cut every piece of plastic out of you.” 

“I knew it; I knew something was wrong with you,” Hanna huffed, fighting against the hold you had on her wrists. “Fucking crazy bitch–Stephan!” 

You rolled your eyes as Hanna continued screaming, but her calls went unanswered. You shushed her. “Here, let me try.” You cleared your throat before calmly calling Stephan’s name. 

He waltzed into the kitchen, pausing only briefly when he saw what was going on. 

“What seems to be the problem, Schatz?” Stephan picked up a piece of cheese from the appetizer platter and leaned against the counter. 

“Why don’t you ask her?” You let Hanna go and hopped up onto the counter next to Stephan. 

Stephan wrapped his arm around your waist tightly and raised his eyebrows, waiting for Hanna to speak. 

She looked between the two of you, her cheeks puffing with anger, and Stephan knew he’d be getting a lecture later. But for now, Hanna settled for knocking the cheese platter to the ground and storming out of the party.”  

**

“What–I didn’t kill Stephan. Hanna, just listen–”

“Shut up! It’s your fault he’s dead!” Hanna paused to steady her voice. “Now, you’re going to pay with your life or Bucky’s. I really don’t care anymore.” 

“Don’t touch him,” you growled. “Let him go, and I’m yours.”

“Aww, see, that just makes me want to hurt him more.” 

You gripped the kitchen counter as hard as you could, trying to keep a clear head. But when you heard Bucky start screaming in the background, you lost it, grabbing the closest thing to you, the toaster, and throwing it at the wall. 

“Fucking bitch, I’m going to kill you,” you muttered more to yourself than to Hanna as you pulled the largest knife you had out of the knife block on the counter. 

“That sounds more like the Daisy, I remember. The one my brother loved.” 

You angrily scrawled the address Hanna gave you onto a napkin and stalked toward the front door. 

Ozenik cleared his throat from the dining table. “Miss?” 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I have to go–Bucky’s in trouble, I can’t–” 

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” 

You turned to him, “what?” 

Ozenik stood up from the table. “Helmut asked me to keep an eye on you. It sounds like you need some help. Yes?” 

You nodded; of course, Helmut hadn’t let it go. 

“Surely you have more weapons than a kitchen knife.” 

You looked down at the large butcher knife in your hand and then back at Ozenik. 

“I don’t need anything other than this.”

Very well,” he shrugged, clearly used to these dramatics, “I have a car waiting.” 

**

You nervously chewed on your cheek as you sat in Ozenik’s car. You tried not to think about how Bucky had been taken or what they could possibly be doing to him that he hadn’t been able to fight back. They must have been watching you closer than you thought; they waited until Yelena and Sam were out of the state to make their move. 

You fumbled for your phone quickly dialing Yelena’s number, and as soon as she answered, you cut her off. “They took Bucky–I don’t have time to explain just–Yelena, listen!” You took a shaky breath. “I’m gonna send you the address, and you have to get in touch with Clint–I don’t know anyone else! Okay, fine, call whoever, I trust you. I don’t know what I’m up against here–thanks.” 

You hung up the phone and tapped your fingers on the console impatiently. 

“He’s going to be okay–I’ve seen you in action.” Ozenik tried to calm you down, but all you felt was an overwhelming roiling, burning anger in your veins. 

“I know. I’m done pulling my punches.”

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[evakuality]

Hanna, episode 2

1.  I know this is true of every single Skam ever, but honestly, the opening with Hanna trying to find the perfect way to contact Mia is SO gay.  Like, how is this not a gay love story?  It should be.  That smile when she tracks her down!  Honestly!  It could have been Hanna and Mia and Matteo and Jonas - there’s a whole lot of potential at the cabin.

2.  Speaking of which ... this place they go is really attractive!!  And it’s filmed so beautifully.  Every single time I watch this episode I fall in love.  I want to make a billion screenshots and just pour my affection over all of them all the time.  One thing I will absolutely hand to this season on a platter.  I absolutely adore the colours, the way it’s shot, just how pretty it is.  It’s soft and cool and nice, and it suits Hanna so so well.  In fact, I’m finding it hard to have anything else to say because I just love the pretty so much.

3.  However, Jonas is... hmmm.  I mean, I know why he’s the way he is here (the over-protective bro figure for Matteo, caring about him and his ‘weird family’ etc, and the sense of responsibility because he brought him here) and yet the way he treats Hanna is so not good.  Abandoning her as soon as Matteo appears, and then singing to him rather than her?  Alongside all the lying and secrecy, it’s no wonder she feels the way she does.  Plus the put downs - somehow here it feels harsher, probably because it’s clear Hanna feels it harder now.  This is the third time Jonas has been shitty about her and her abilities and it’s obviously starting to bite. The whole way Jonas is here was frustrating in the original but somehow it’s even more so here.  I can’t even put my finger on why.

4.  Complete aside: Carlos looks so awful here.  That facial hair was a terrible look on him, and his costume is... well.  It doesn’t do him any favours.  I know he’s supposed to look and seem dodgy so it worksfor this context, but ugh.  Later-season Carlos is such an improvement!!

5.  And oof, again.  In the original the boys were really shitty to Eva, but Isak at least seemed to take some care for her.  He did some of the chores.  Here, the guys seem to take a certain advantage of her more than the original did.  Like, for Eva it was a really unhappy experience, but for Hanna it genuinely seems excruciating.  It’s no wonder she feels taken advantage of and that Jonas might be cheating.  His lack of care for her is so obvious.  ‘Don’t be such a drama queen’ - as if this whole thing was just about the smoking and not about the absolute lack of consideration they have.  Overall, I genuinely do like Jonas.  But in this episode he’s a really shit boyfriend.

Overall, this is a good episode.  As usual, it borrows heavily from Skam and so a lot of its success is based off that show and SO MUCH credit needs to go to the plotting and writing etc of that show.  But again, Hanna works so well for me as a character that it feels fresh.  Plus, her Jonas is so awful and the other boys feel much worse than Isak (though tbh not as bad as Skam-Carlos, whose name I forget rn), that she feels so much more isolated and alone.  And somehow, Hanna feels more fragile than Eva so her ups and downs hit me a bit harder.  Basically I just really love her, and I feel so bad for her with these people she’s surrounded by.  And after reminding myself how bad it is with Jonas here, I feel even more that this should have been gay.  Ditching her boyfriend for the nice girl she met would have been a great story.

[alanncs]

hello my loves , it’s dani aka the ari mascot on the main ! if u don’t already know me , i’m 21 , i’m from toronto which puts me in the est tz , & i have a unhealthy obsession w/ mgk 🥰 hehe , that’s me ! let’s b friends pls !! anyway , i’m so so excited to be back in wealthy with all u angels , i seriously missed everyone so much ! okay , so i’m gonna put some info bout my girl alanna under the cut ... i switched her up quite a bit so i’m xcited 2 be bringing her back ! pls give this a like if u wanna plot with me & i’ll come bother u !!  also pls feel free to msg me on discord for anything 🥰 𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958

new york’s very own alanna d'alessio was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to hailey bieber !  you may know them as @alanna or hitting the front page of tmz as youngest d’alessio heiress alanna caught trashing nyc four seasons hotel room . according to tmz , you just had your twenty - first birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being reticent , but also charming . things that would paint a better picture of you would be the lingering smell of smoke , anything pink  &  gold  jewelry  . ( cisfemale + she/her  ) * vc/career claim : lennon stella .

                   *  /   𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 .

full  name  :  alanna  marie  d’alessio  .

age :  twenty  -  one  .

hometown  :  new  york  city  .

zodiac  chart  : scorpio  sun  ,  aquarius  moon  ,  libra  rising  .

character  inspo  :  alyssa (  the  end  of  the  f*cking  world )  ,  marissa  cooper  (  the  o.c )  ,  hanna  marin  ( pretty  little  liars ) .

                  *  /   𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚   !!  (  tw  : kidnapping , ransom , drugs , ptsd  )

alanna was born heir to the d'alessio family which came with the billion dollar dynasty that her parents created .

her dad is an italian government official  but they grew up in ny basically bc her dad is an ambassador/representative for italy  &  her mother is a super model who also wanted to raise her kids here having lived here her whole life , and so they did . 

she had everything handed to her on a silver platter and her parents expected nothing but success from her because of how wealthy they were, they knew they would never have to worry about providing for her and her siblings , and so they spoiled her with whatever she asked for and more

but that came with a price, she was expected to do everything they wanted of her, go to an ivy league college, follow in one of her parent’s career footsteps

alanna did just that, she got amazing grades in high school and was head of many student clubs, organized prom, got almost perfect on sat’s and exams, and busted her ass to get into a good college despite the fact that her parents could’ve easily gotten her a spot if she didn’t do as well as she did

her life was going so well, she had the perfect boyfriend, perfect group of friends, was on her way to brown university in a couple of months, her parents and her couldn’t have been in a better spot with their daughter

the last thing they expected was for someone, a stranger, to get their hands on their daughter . 

a week after her 18th birthday , she’s walking to school on a monday morning and before she knows what’s happening , there’s something over her head and she’s being dragged into a van and taken from her life

the one thing that was expected, was the $10 million ransom she was held for

basically her dad had some shady dealings with the italian mob & didn’t pay his debts to them for some time - so they kidnapped alanna in retaliation for that

they kept her for 3 days before her parents were able to work with the authorities to get her returned and pay the people in full

surprisingly, she was returned alive but she had to spend two weeks in the hospital afterwards with injuries

once alanna was returned, she wasn’t the same

she told the police what happened to her , but only barely . she didn’t tell her parents or anyone else about what they did to her when she was gone . she didn’t speak , eat or sleep for two months after she got home

she spent the last few months of her high school in bed, she didn’t attend her graduation, deferred from going to brown in the fall, she didn’t see her friends anymore and she broke up with her boyfriend

the people who took her were never caught & she is still to this day completely terrified of going anywhere alone

she never walks anywhere alone 

it took her months to be able to get back to doing normal things again and being who she was before

to this day ,  alanna still struggles with the memories and the ptsd from what happened to her , but she doesn’t speak to anyone about it and she refuses to bring it up in any scenario

she also has a horrible relationship with her father now , having trouble forgiving him for what happened to her

some people know about it as obviously, being as famous as her family is, it was on the news at the time, and everyone she went to high school with knew what happened so sometimes it can be hard to avoid it ( possible connections ? hehe )

                                        *  /   𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚  !!  (  tw : drugs )

ok here comes the fun part hehe where i changed her up a bit !

alanna’s def still wild ! i’ve decided to tone it up a few notches this time around

so she’s completely intertwined in the nyc party scene , like , you’ll see her at any big club or party every weekend and tbh probably on a wednesday you’ll see her there too

she kinda acts like nicole & paris on the  simple life lmao like she’s always doing dumb shit 

she’s always under some kind of influence whether it be cocaine , weed , alcohol , shrooms , percs , she’s always gotta be on something 

after dropping out of school , she knew she wanted to pursue a career in the industry , growing up she was a child actress &  did some dancing 

she always had a knack for singing & songwriter , got her first guitar at the age of six & just never stopped

it was always like an escape from reality for her , just to have music playing and let her voice go free

so after making some money through instagram modelling & some professional 

she decided to pursue her music career this past year 

her vc is lennon stella cus i just feel like the songs fit alanna perfectly and lennon’s voice is magical so yah

she can be very selfish at times , to a fault . like u can call  her out for treating u like shit and she’s gonna be like , yeah sorry . don’t cry 2 much bout it . she really doesn’t care 

it takes her a LONG time to get close to people , so like if ur  someone she actually cares about and loves , ur gonna know it . and if ur not , ur gonna know that too lo l

she does not hide how she feels about things or ppl , she’ll tell u straight up like

istg this girl prob doesn’t have a filter she just says what pops into her head first

here’s her pinterest board for more of an idea !!!

if u read all this i seriously love u sorry its so long ohp

CONNECTIONS !!!!!!! I WANT . THEM ALL . PLS GIME ALL OF THEM .

i have tons of IDEAS here @alannaisms​  !  so pls look thru that & lemme kno if any would fit with  alanna & ur muse !  heh ok im done ily  guys pls come plot with me <3

[whumpsblog]

The Story of Hanna Light

Day Two: Whipping

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🚨 Human muzzling, whipping, and bondage, creepy whumper🚨

Connor returned the next morning to Hanna laying on the bare mattress, curled up on her side and sound asleep. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her, and set the platter of hot pancakes down next to him. He sat there, watching her silently as she slept; listening to her small breaths and watching her chest as it rose and fell slowly. Her wild curly hair fell over her muzzle and around her face in a beautiful wonderful mess and he was tempted to kiss her.

She looked so beautiful like that; silent and calm and peaceful. He reached out for her and shifted the bed slightly, which woke Hanna with a paniked start. She flipped over grabbed his wrists and glared up at him through bleary alert eyes.

Her immediate defiance made his heart thrum with joy. He smiled softly down at her. “Good morning Hanna Banana. How are we doing today?”

She glared at the pet name which made the crows feet in the corners of her eyes wrinkled. Another heart squeeze on Conner's end followed by another small smile. He gestured to the muzzle. “Roll over. Let's take that off of you.”

She hesitated, wondering why he was being nice.

“Unless . . . you don’t want it off?”

Her gaze narrowed but she slowly rolled onto her side. She had spent the entire night fighting to get the damn contraption off and if someone was offering to remove it she was going to let them. Conner inserted the key and unlocked the latches which he then loosened. When the wrenched device was finally gone Hanna swung her legs over the side of the bed and moved quickly to the bathroom. Conner followed closley behind.

She threw the chewed white block of soap into the toilet and spit into the sink violently. The cuppings of her molars were packed with the bitter waxy remains and she dug them out using her nails and the brush set out for her on the counter. Her irritated gums stung as water washed over them and upon further inspection she noticed that they were red and bleeding slightly. She cringed and rinsed the flavor out, but no matter how many times she washed her mouth out, the bitter aftertaste remained.

As Hanna tried to get the remaining soap out of her mouth, Conner watched her through the door frame. His eyes traveled from her small bare feet up her legs which were stong and full from years of living on the streets. His eyes went to her ass which was dressed in a pair of gym shorts and then to the bare spot on her back that wasn’t covered by her white tank top. She was the perfect combination of sexy and strong, a diamond in the rough that only he could polish to perfection.

With a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, Hanna pulled her beach curls up into a high ponytail and suddenly turned, catching Conner by surprise and catching a glimpse of him eyeing her ass. They both froze. Hanna took the toothbrush out of her mouth. “Can I help you?” she inquired with toothpaste in the corners of her mouth.

Another heart squeeze to Conner’s heart. He walked out of the bathroom, giving her some space, and taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “I brought pancakes,” he offered. “You haven’t eaten in almost two days, you must be starving.” He pushed the pancakes to the edge of the bed. Hanna, who was done in the bathroom and standing in its doorway, eyed them skeptically.

“Are they poisoned?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

He smirked. “No. They aren’t poisoned.”

She hesitated for several seconds before snatching one off the plate. She may have been his temporary prisoner and she may have disliked his company but she wasn’t stupid. Starving herself wouldn’t do her any good; she needed to keep her energy up if she was going to escape. She eyed it once more before folding it in half and taking a bite.

The taste was unbelievable, warm and vanilla-y and nutty. She recognized the taste immediately and forced the mashed mixture down. The sweetness turned bitter and foul on her tongue, choking her.

"Come on, I made them myself special for you. They're Vanilla Walnut. I know that’s how you like them."

Her stomach clenched with nerves and disgust. “How’d you get this recipe?” she demanded although she was not sure she wanted the answer. “How did you know about these?”

The recipe belonged to Zero, her best friend, her lover, and her confidante. This was his exact recipe and tasting them opened the floodgates. Every painful memory overwhelmed her: his smile, his smile, his touch, his taste and his smell. He had been at Safe Haven when it had been raided and she hadn’t seen him since that terrible night. They had been fighting together side by side until she was hit behind the head and knocked unconscious.

He smirked. "I know more about you than you think Hanna," he said softly. "In fact Hanna, I’ve had a mole in your precious little Safe Haven since the very beginning. And you never - even - noticed."

Hanna shook her head in disbelief. "No. No you're lying." She walked to the window and placed her hands on the sill. Broken glass bit into her skin.

“If I am, then tell me this. Does your ankle still hurt when you run?”

Hanna turned to him as her stomach tied itself in knots. “What?”

“I only ask because I know about that incident you had while sparing with Logan last fall. You know. The one where you broke your ankle after he tackled you,” he winced. “I bet it does doesn’t it?”

Hanna reeled, confused and scared by his words as she realized the truth behind his original statement. She turned to him. "What? Why would you have a mole in Safe Haven?"

He smiled. "Let me respond with a question of my own.” He moved towards her and took a seat on the edge of the bed across from her. “Do you know why people age wine Hanna?"

Hanna looked at him, perplexed. His question wasn’t helping her nerves.

He smirked. "People age wine Hanna to improve its quality. Only one percent of all the wine in the world is meant to be aged, while the remaining ninety-nine percent is perfectly fine to drink as is." He paused. "Omegas are kind of like wine Hanna. Ninety-nine percent of them are perfectly fine as is, while the other remaining one percent,” he gestured to Hanna, “needs to be aged to reach its full potential." He approached her and patted her on her head. "My family has been protecting you and the other Big Six for the past ten years, knowing that the profits of our reward would only sweeten with time."

“But why would your family care about us? What made us so special?”

He looked at her, perplexed about her confusion. “Hanna. You escaped out of a maximum security facility at age ten with the rest of the Big Six. You remained free and then started Safe Haven only a couple years later. Imagine hearing that as an Alpha. Learning about some young plucky teenagers gathering forces in the streets and liberating people of their kind.”

“So, my family kept the Big Six safe. We told the Slavers that you were under our protection and that you couldn't be touched. Slavers protested of course, until they were told the plan . . . to wait a couple of years till the fruit ripened and was ripe for the picking.”

“And they listened to you?”

“Refusing our demands would result in them losing their largest financial supporter,” he said flatly. "Of course they listened."

“So your family business is -”

“Omega trafficking. We support the Slavers with equipment and supplies and in return we get a portion of the profits from each auction.”

“Your whole family?”

He nodded. "My great grandfather was the first Alpha to start trafficking Omegas. When he died he passed the business to my grandfather, who passed it down to my mother, who then passed it down to me.”

Hanna shook her head. She couldn't bear what he was telling her. How many Omegas had his family imprisoned and sentenced to a life of misslery and prostitution. And how many of those Omegas died?

She found herself thinking about her family and the Omegas she knew from Safe Haven. They were people with hopes and dreams and aspirations. Some of them wanted to start futures for themselves and have actually lives on the surface world. And now . . . that wasn't going to happen. She thought of all of the Omegas before her that had met the same fate as a result of Conner and his family, and she couldn't stomach it.

"What's wrong Hanna? Is something the matter?"

She couldn't contain herself. “Your kind disgusts me.”

“My kind?” he almost laughed. “But I brought you pancakes!”

“Fuck your damn pancakes!!” she shrieked. “Any human who owns another to compensate for being powerless is disgusting! And people who make a living off it . . .” She was seething.  “You're disgusting! You and your whole family! You’re all -- you’re all fucking monsters!”

The room fell still for several seconds, with Hanna standing above him royally pissed and Conner sitting on the edge of the bed taking the lashes of her tongue silently. He looked down at his strong veiny hands like he was examining the invisible blood on his hands for the first time. “You think I’m . . . a monster?” he breathed. He sighed and looked back up to Hanna.

His grey eyes were cold and unyielding, lacking all of the warmth that they had previously contained. They squinted at her, eying her like she was a challenge. He rose from his seat and approached her slowly and silently. Hanna took a step back, and then another. Her heel connected with the wall and she panicked. She had nowhere else to go.

He towered over her smirking, and then rested a strong veiny hand on top of her head. It rested there, on top of her high bun, before grabbing it and using her hair to yanking her forward.

He grabbed her by the back of her neck with his other hand and it wrapped around her throat with a strength that caused her to cry out surprised.  She clawed at his fingers desperately as she was dragged out of the room, down a long hall that was decorated by large old paintings and a long red rug, till he got to the end where there was an elevator. He threw her into it and she stumbled against the back wall where she leaned against the wall. She glared at him as he pressed the button for the basement floor and the doors shut.

"You know Hanna,” he said with his back turned to her. “I tried to be nice. I gave you warnings, and then I reinforced my warnings with a light punishment, hoping that would be enough to teach you how to behave yourself. But clearly your punishments need to be more severe."

"If you're looking for me to be your good little toy," she seethed, "forget it. It won't happen.”

He turned to her slowly with an amused smirk and eyes that gleamed. "You will. Eventually. I just have to teach you how."

The elevator stopped dropping and the doors parted, revealing two large men dressed in black suits. “Take her and get her into position twelve. Don't hurt her. I’ll join her in a couple minutes.”

He stepped to the side and let the men take Hanna away. They twisted her arms behind her back till Hanna was sure they were trying to dislocate her shoulders, and took her to the dungeon. Hanna was moved to the center of the room where a set of leather cuffs were bound around her wrists. The cuffs were connected to long chains which Hanna discovered were bolted securely to the ceiling. When they finished they left Hanna standing alone in the center of the dirt floored room with cobble walls.

Conner entered holding a coiled bull-whip in his hand.

Hanna grimaced.

He played with the whip casually as he approached Hanna. Her menacing stare never wavered, not even when he looped the whip around her neck and pulled her towards him.

“Just remember. This is all because of you Hanna. I wouldn’t be forced into doing this if you could watch your language.”

Hanna bit down on her molars. "Go fuck yourself."

His smirk turned sour and he walked behind her. Hanna resumed fighting against her restraints until she was stopped by the sound and bite of the whip snapping across her shoulder blades. Her body stiffened and arched at the unimaginable pain as a crisp line of fire blossomed across her skin.

Connor delivered another before she can regain her composition.

Crack!

She cried out as the braided leather bit the outside of her right thigh. She twisted and curled her leg off the ground in a sadistic pained dance.

Crack!

A solid blow across the small of her back ripped a scream out of her lungs. It cut through her white tank top and blood seeped through, dripping down her back and bleeding into the hem of her black shorts.

Crack!

Hanna bit down on her tongue to suppress the next scream.

Crack!

She tasted blood.

Crack!

Crack!

She let out an agonizing cry and fell forwards against her chains. She didn't want to see him completely defeated, so she wrapped her hands around the chains for support.

Crack!

It flicked against her left shoulder and Hanna felt the flesh split. Think about something else. Think about something else.

Crack!

She couldn't. The pain and sound of the cracking whip consumed her thoughts.

Crack!

That one wrapped around her hip and bit the soft tender flesh above her pelvis. She pulled and twisted against the chains before dropping. Sweating and painting, she rested her head against her arm. Her previously white shirt was covered in red blotches and dark red lines. Some of the overlapping lashes shredded and ribboned the fabric and Conner could see her bloody torn skin beneath.  

Conner rounded her and used the blunt end of the whip to lift her face up. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with unfocused eyes. "Stand up Hanna," he said. "Get on your feet. The lashes won't stop till I hear an apology."

Hanna whimpered. She didn't want to apologize, but she didn't want this to continue either. Conner resumed his position. Slowly, she pulled herself upright to a standing position. She could do this. She just had to stay strong. She could stay strong.

Crack!

The lashes resumed with even more ferocity and Hanna screamed.

Crack!

Her ankle.

Crack!

The back of her left leg below her ass.

Crack!

Her cheek.

Crack!

Her right shoulder blade again.

Crack!

The back of her left leg.

"Stop!" She screamed. "Please for the love of  . . ." Her breaths came to her in quick wheezy gasps that failed to provide her oxygen. "Please stop." she begged. Tears fell freely down her face and dampened her bare feet.

"That doesn't sound like an apology Hanna," said Connor, preparing another lash.

She whimpered.

"What are you sorry for Hanna?"

Hanna hesitated.

Crack!

Hanna screamed as the whip bit her ankle. "Swearing!! I'm sorry for swearing!"

"Are you going to do it again?" he asked.

She hung her head in exhaustion. "No . . . I won't."

Conner rounded her and grabbed her by her sweat soaked hair. He pulled her head back ever so slightly and Hanna winced. "You made it to sixteen lashes Hanna. If you go against your promises again, I won't stop till I get to fifty."

He dropped her head and Hanna listened as he walked to the door and left without another word. Leaving Hanna, covered in welts, lacerations and sweat, hanging by her chains and crying silently in pain.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Nyx and Viren?

So Nyx canonically does crimes, and she can fly. What if, when Claudia said Runaan was refusing to eat, Viren hatched his plan to try to bribe Runaan with fruit from home because he already had a Xadian smuggler on tap? She may not come cheap, but what wouldn’t Viren do to get access to those mirror’s secrets?

He’s got a whole dungeon full of strange and exotic things, including an elf skull. Maybe Nyx just found that in the Midnight Desert, the remains of an unlucky elf who ran afoul of some soulfangs? If anyone’s pragmatic enough to work with an enemy smuggler to gain access to magical creatures and doodads, it’s definitely Viren.

Viren could signal Nyx and she’d get him whatever he asked for. It took a few days before Viren returned to the dungeon with the fruit on a platter. Maybe that’s how long it took Nyx to gather it and bring it to Katolis.

He went out of his way, hmm? As if Viren would leave the castle for elf food. He probably just means that he deigned to speak with an elf. Maybe he even used her name. Such hardship, this slumming, eh Viren?

The real question is, if he’s ordering around a flighty smuggler who’s in-house nickname was Hanna Solo, does this make Viren Jabba the Hutt?

[21chemicalfalloutdays]

New Discoveries: August

The Hunter, Adam Jensen Antique, The Ghost Club Stalkers Tango, Autoheart* N.M.E, Set It Off Stick Up, Grandson Thanks I Hate It, Simple Creatures* Aren’t We, CG5 feat.Or3o Even If It Kills Me, Josie Pace Holy Water, Zippermouth She Doesn’t Sleep, Anthony Amorim*

Dandelion, Gabbie Hanna

Copycat, JubyPhonic & Circus P The Death Waltz, Tobias Lilja TV Head, Elliot Lee Destroyer, Saint Motel Addict, Silva Hound feat. Michael Kovach & Chi Chi* Nightmares, Brother Sundance To Be Beautiful, Dawko & Dheusta* Addict, NateWantsToBattle feat. LeeandLie Addict, Caleb Hyles Devil Town (v3), Cavetown Bloody Nose, Jack Conte Oh Raven (Sing Me A Happy Song), Unlike Pluto Cold Blooded, Zayde Wolf Overdose, grandson There are Lines, Death Note Musical* Playing His Game, Death Note Musical Mortals And Fools, Death Note Musical* The Way It Ends, Death Note Musical It’s Going Down, Descendants 2 What’s My Name, Descendants 2 (China Anne McLaine, Thomas Doherty & Dylan Playfair) Stalemate, Death Note Musical Thoughts & Prayers, grandson* Birth to my Creation, Frankenstein A New Musical Amen, Frankenstein A New Musical* Wrapped Around Your Finger, Etched In Blue Silver Platters, Les Gold Warriors, Aaliyah Rose Real Boy, Lola Blanc*

*top 10

[moonstarphoenix]

Nationals 2019 Ladies SP

Alright ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 2019 Nationals.

Tonight we have the ladies’ short programs. I’m not sure I’m going to go into detail with every skater. There are just too many competitors, but I will cover the top ladies for sure. Fair warning as always, I don’t like Bradie Tennell. Expect my comments to reflect that.

So here we go...

This first group contains Alysa Liu who is the young skater I mentioned earlier, though it is the triple axel she has, not the quad. She’s younger than I thought.

I do want to mention, I caught some of the junior ladies earlier this week. We have some lovely up and comers who will be fun to watch in the coming years.

I rather liked Pooja Kaylan. She has a lot of speed, solid jumps. Needs a little better choreography but lovely.

Oh, Alysa Liu is a little cutie! Lovely triple axel as well! Still needs a little refinement, but that comes with age and time. She’s still young at 13. And she’s clean! Lots of speed in her spins! Wow! A BAM! finish. Fantastic! A great score that’ll compete with the top ladies.

Switched over to NBCSN for a second and was actually surprised to hear Tara and Johnny admit that Tennell hasn’t made an impact internationally. Now that Olympic year is over and the USFSA isn’t trying to push the ‘golden child’, might we see a more fair commentating? Yay for Johnny recognizing the talented Mariah Bell who has slowly made a name for herself the last few years.

Is Emmy Ma related to Jimmy Ma? Her skating style reminds me a bit of his, the expression, the commitment to it. She drew me in. I enjoyed her.

Ouch! That fall looked painful for Courtney Hicks. She’s mever really made an impression on me, but this is an interesting program. Just not her best.

Mariah Bell is next. She’s had a great season so far and she loves this short. I hope Adam Rippon keeps choreographing. He feels music in a way few can and he could easily become one of the greats. Mariah has a lot of speed. Looks like some underrotating in the triple-triple, but she’s certainly performing. Very lovely. She’s not thrilled with it, but I love her. Not bad score. Sets her up well for the long.

Keep in mind, even if Alysa wins, she’s too young to go to Worlds (like the entire Russian Nationals podium) so likely the next three two placements will go to Worlds.

And the final group has Tennell and Starr. This will be an interesting group.

I feel like I’ve seen Amber Glenn for years now (like Courtney Hicks). Ones that are always there but never really breaking through.

Ting Cui has a very soft, pretty skating style. Too bad about her falls, but she is a very delicate, soft skater.

Tennell is next. I’m never going to like her skating, but I will give her credit. This short program is miles better than last year. Technical-wise, Alyssa should remain ahead of her. If Tennell is placed first, it’s obvious the fix is in. That said, this is the best Tennell has skated this program all year. She definitely had a lot of speed. I still don’t like her, but even I’ll admit, she was great tonight.

Silver platter.

There’s no way she should be ahead of Alysa, and definitely not by THREE FUCKING POINTS. Clean or not, the triple axel should have had enough points to keep Tennell in second. Not to mention that’s the best score of the USA ladies all season so far, right? A clean Tennell is barely middle of the pack internationally and she was barely breaking the 60s in the fall. Nationals’ scores are always inflated. Remember that.

Amber Glenn is emoting the hell out of this song, which every time I hear only reminds me of the amazing dance from So You Think You Can Dance. Nice job for her. That said, her dress needs to be darker. It’s too pale for her skin tone.

Hanna Harrell’s dress is reminding me of something but I can’t figure out what! Points to her for keeping her eyes up in her senior debut. It takes most ladies a couple of years to accomplish that. Fiesty little thing, isn’t she?

Alright, last year, the breakout was Miss Starr Andrews. She’s struggled this fall, but I’m hoping she’ll do better this year. A little messy on the landing but damn if she didn’t fight to stay on her feet. She’s got a lot more confidence tonight, that’s for sure, and skating with a lot more maturity. Still, apparently technically she was a little messy even on the spins. She won’t break the top three, but she should still be in the final group tomorrow night. Ouch, maybe not. That was harsh.

Akari Nakahara is another very lovely skater. She reminds me of some of the Japanese ladies. Sweet smile through the program. Still needs some refinement definitely, but a pleasure to watch.

Alright, so some surprises tonight but really not too many. Tennell in first, of fucking course. Alysa Liu is the breakout this season. She has two triple axels planned in the long and if she lands them cleanly, Tennell is going to have to skate the best she has ever skated to win fairly. I wouldn’t put it past the USFSA judges to place Tennell first to give her that boast if both are clean. A two-time National champion does have a better reputation internationally.

I want to go back and look at the Component scores, see the difference. And they downgraded Alysa on a triple loop, so that could be the difference. Tomorrow will be interesting indeed.

Wow, this got long. Well, that’s it for tonight. Tomorrow, is the short dance and the ladies free. I haven’t decided on covering the dance this year, but I will be back tomorrow for the ladies.

Quick note, I’m loving Ashley as a commentator at Europeans. She’s very quiet compared to Johnny and Tara. It’s a nice change as was listening to Charlie White and Michael Weiss on the NBC Gold Pass.

Edited to note: There are actually only 2 Ladies spots for Worlds, not 3 like I originally stated. I didn’t realize our ladies did that badly, I was so burnt out by then.

[dangermousie]

My fave Sanglant x Laith bits so far in The Burning Stone

Because I still am hardcore insane for them.

But before I get to it, I just want to say that it’s insane how everyone at court, including the clerics, is all “wtf why is Sanglant still not back to normal after a YEAR of unrelenting torture and privation and dehumanization, this is so confusing to us, why is he still PTSDing, it’s been a whole month!” Like - I realize they are fake!medieval people but come on! Also, when some of them mock him behind his back (well, not really behind his back because he has insane hearing even if they don’t know it), I want to stick a spike through their eye because none of them would have survived what he went through at all.

Oh, and on other side of spectrum is King Henry, who is all “ummm, I am gonna make Sanglant my heir to be the next king” which is equally insane. It was semi bad idea before because he’s a bastard who has no own power base of aristo maternal clan (and in fact his mother being an elf who went MIA, that’s a big drawback to big churchy people), but that was before he sent his legitimate oldest child on a procession intended to confirm her as heir and when Sanglant was playing with a full deck! I know Henry only did the procession thing because he thought Sanglant was dead but the fact remains that now he has a legitimate heir who met all the prereqs, Sanglant is not truly sane and might never be (he’s certainly not with it enough to play with a pit of snakes that is the court), and oh - Sanglant wants nothing other than some land, peace to heal and Liath (btw - since I am spoiled for the ending, I am so happy that is exactly what he gets at the end.) Sure, the guy is an amazing fighter and a brilliant battle commander. But to appoint him crown prince is to incite a civil war that he doesn’t even have an interest in engaging in. WTF Henry.

Now, when this scene happened however, I pretty much fainted (even more than earlier, when he kept begging Henry that all he wanted to do was to ride out and find Liath.) I realize that his utter dependence and abnegation in her is because he is so fucked up, but it’s so totally delicious. Because he totally senses her approaching from her mission omg:

A crash and a startled scream shuddered through the hall. Sanglant had leaped to his feet in such a state of wild excitement that he had overturned the table at which he and several others sat.

A stunned silence held the feasting crowd, like a deeply indrawn breath before a shout, while he stood with head thrown back, like a beast listening for the snap of a twig in the forest. Then he sprang over the overturned table and bolted toward the doors, heedless of food and platters scattered under his feet, of wine splashed everywhere and now soaking into the rushes. Whippets scurried forward to snap at the spilled trays while servants scrambled to save what they could.

“Sanglant!” cried the king, coming to his feet, and the young man jerked to a halt as if brought up short by a chain. Perhaps only that voice could have stopped him. He did not turn to face his father. His hands shook noticeably, and he stared at the main doors so fixedly that Hanna expected a brace of Eika to come clamoring in, axes raised for a fight...

“Make way!” a man shouted outside. Hanna heard horses, the buzz of voices, and caught a glimpse of movement in the twilight beyond the threshold. Two Eagles came into the hall. “Liath!” ... Sanglant took a step forward and then froze. A thin flush of red stained his cheeks. Liath marked him; Hanna saw it by the way her step faltered, and she supposed everyone else saw it, too. He stared at her, his body turned as a flower turns with the sun so he could follow her with his gaze as she strode forward with Wolfhere to the king. 

YES YES YES. The fact that he can’t really fully function except around her is not a good thing from the sanity perspective but as a shipper, I eat it up.

Also, I loved the confrontation between Hugh, Liath and Sanglant because Liath finally has someone to protect her from the monster that is Hugh. And my fave bit was when Hugh was all “hahaha she used to be my slave and concubine regardless of what lies she tells you” because he thought it would make a difference and Sanglant’s response is (and I quote): “At least I do not number among my faults having to compel women to lie with me.” And other than feeling badly for Liath being hurt by Hugh, he gives no fucks about the info. And I loved almost as much that Liath is petrified by Hugh and can hardly fight him, she is so terrorized by him emotionally because of their past, but when Hugh insults Sanglant, she throws a cup of wine in his face. In public. YES. I love that both Sanglant and Liath are so traumatized but will totally stand up for each other.

Also, this scene was everything:

“Liath!” His hand cupped her elbow and he lifted her up. “I beg you, Liath, look at me.”

She looked up. She had forgotten how green his eyes were. The wildish underglaze in them had not vanished entirely, but it had fled back as if to hide, leaving him with a clear gaze, determined and dead stubborn.

“Liath, if you consent to marry me, then I can protect you from him.”

“You’re half mad, Sanglant,” she murmured.

“So I am. God Above! I’d be nothing but a beast in truth if you hadn’t saved me! No better than those dogs that bite at my heels. But you waited for me all that time. Knowing that, I kept hold of what it means to be a man instead of becoming only a chained beast for him to torment.”

...

He took her hands in his, fingers curling over hers, enveloping them. “Liath, marry me. But if you will not, I will still protect you. I so swear. I know I am—am—” He winced, slapping at his ear as if to drive off an annoying bug. “—I am not what I was. Lord in Heaven! They whisper of me. They say things. They ridicule me. If I only—Ai!”

He could not get words out. He seemed helpless, and furious at his helplessness like a captured wolf beating itself into a stupor against the bars of its cage.

“If only my father would give me lands, then there I could find peace. Ai, God, and the quiet I pray for, with you at my side. I only want healing.”

His voice was ragged with heart’s pain; but then, his voice always sounded like that.

But to whom else would he have made such a confession? To no one but her. Hadn’t she turned away from the Aoi sorcerer for this? She kissed him.

Oh, and she is a TOTAL goner because her friend points out he literally has nothing except for what his father gives him and pragmatic Liath, who was all “I am not gonna risk running off with you Ivar because you have no $$$ and I need stability” is all I don’t give a fuck, he’s mine, it’ doesn’t matter.

I swear to God, I am gonna make someone read this with me because freaking out alone makes me insane.

[sohannabarberaesque]

In case you weren’t aware of who Peter Potamus’ namesake was--

Need we remind you that it was onetime Los Angeles disc jockey Peter Potter (nee William Moore; 1905-1983), who was originally from Henryetta, Oklahoma himself and had quite the broadcasting career in the Los Angeles market, encompassing both radio and television.

And to give you some idea of what Peter Potter sounded like on radio, consider this five minute or so excerpt from an aircheck disk of a 1948 broadcast of Peter Potter's Platter Parade over KFWB ("Keep Filming Warner Brothers"), then owned by Warner Brothers studios and explaining the plug for the movie Under Capricorn heard towards the end, just before a plug for Big Ten Laundry Detergent and a time check:

(N.B. If you don't see the player for yourself, click here to listen.)

@warnerarchive @hanna-barbera-land @warnerbrosentertainment @themineralyoucrave @dinobirdy @hanna-barbera-blog @joey-gatorman @hanna-barberians @fini-mun @screamingtoosoftly

[truthshield]

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[itsanerdlife]

Captivated (MC Series) 13

Pairing: Biker!Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Merlin, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Michelle Unwin, Frank Castle, Roxy, (Mentions of) Harry Hart, OFC Logan and Markus, Tony Stark, Charlie Hesketh.

Warnings: Swearing, creepy boss, a girl who can handle her own, stalking, creepy guy, law breaking, random hook ups mentioned, angst, sass, drama, cops involved, sexual harassment (nothing happens tho promise), melt downs, and allegations of abuse.

In your town there is a Biker club Called Kings Rebels, you weren’t a good girl and you surely weren’t a biker girl, or were you? One night changes everything in your life. You started that night out as a hostel waitress who works in Stark Tavern, one ass grab and a sucker punch later, did you just slip the Pres of a Biker Club, Eggsy Unwin, your work hours? But is MC life for you, being an old lady? When your faith is tested for the club, they follow through with everything Eggsy promised you. Will your world stay upside down since walking into the Clubhouse, or do you fit into their lifestyle more than you ever thought possible??

A knock on the door, makes you stretch, sitting up you look around. The room was empty, the other side of the bed, made. The door opens, Nat’s red head pops in, grinning at you.

“Good morning sunshine.” She comes into the room, holding two bags.

“Morning.” You smile at her.

“Interesting night?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“Nothing happened.” You laugh, swatting her with the pillow as she sits down on the bed with you.

“God, you aren’t any fun, are you?” She laughs.

“Where is Eggsy?” You run a hand through your beer crusted hair, wincing.

“Church.” She nods, you look at her confused. “It’s basically a meeting for the MC behind closed doors, they discuss business and things happening in their town.” She explains, as you nod. “They’ll be done here in maybe an hour.” She looks at the alarm clock on the night stand.

“I guess I should head home and get around for the day.” You sigh, part of you didn’t really want to leave. You enjoyed being around Eggsy, more than you really wanted to admit too.

“Nope. I got you some things from your apartment. Eggsy asked Buck last night, if I would head over when I woke up. I also figured you’d want to shower, so I grabbed you stuff, he said you can keep it here for the next time.” She grins at you putting the bags on the bed.

“Steal anything from my closet?” You smirk as you open your bag.

“What? Me? Never.” Nat laughs.

“Do you stay here too Nat?” You look up.

“Yeah. Buck and I are across the hall and down three.” She smiles. “Why?” She stands up, looking at you.

“Cause I’m going to raid your closet for revenge.” You laugh.

“I should have seen that coming.” She nods.

You showered, dressing in a pair of cut off shorts, a grey T-shirt that read ‘Sorta Sweet. Sorta Savage.’ You pulled your sneakers on, before heading out of the room. You run into Eggsy coming up the stairs, he grins when he sees you.

“Good morning.” He looks you over.

“Do you usually slip out before the girl wakes up in your bed?” You grin at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a girl spend the night in my bed.” He thinks that over as you gap at him.

“Eggsy.” You laugh. He grabs your hand, turning he starts down the stairs.

“Come on there’s someone I want you to meet.” He throws a crooked grin over his shoulder back at you.

“Meet?” You laugh as he pulls you around the corner, the clubhouse is alive with movement. Woman are carrying in trays and platters, grocery bags, cases of beer. You look at Eggsy, he shakes his head, pulling you towards the back.

“Mom.” He calls to a woman with dirty blonde hair, skinny jeans and a black T-shirt, large hoop earrings, and a dark pink lipstick.

“Your mom?” You hiss at him, trying to not laugh.

“Babe.” His mom turns gushing over him instantly. She comes towards the two of you, he keeps his fingers laced with yours as he hugs his mom. “You’re looking good.” She holds him at arm’s length.

“I manage.” He laughs. “Mom, this is Y/N. This is my mom Michelle.” He pulls you forward, he’s grinning at you as you stand fidgeting in front of his mother.

“I hear you’re a little fire cracker.” She grins at you. “Scott’s nose says he learned real quick.” She smirks. “The girls have been telling me all about the woman who smacked down Hanna.” She laughs.

“You know.” Your mouth flutters open and closed looking for words.

“You should join us tonight.” She nods, looking at Eggsy who looks to you.

“Family dinner.” She looks around the kitchen.

“Oh, no. I’ll spend the time with my brothers.” You wave your free hand, flattered she would invite you.

“I already invited them.” Eggsy smirks. You shoot him a look, he squeezes your hand.

“Okay.” You nod. “Is there anything I can do then?” You smile.

“We need to pick a dessert and basically wait till later and clean down all the tables.” She sighs.

“Well I make a really great cheesecake. You can ask my brothers.” You shrug.

“You bake?” Eggsy tips his head looking surprised.

“I’m full of surprises.” You wink at him; his lips turn up into a grin.

“Can you make about eight of them?” She smiles at you.

“I’ll be spending the day in my apartment.” You look at Eggsy, knowing he didn’t really want you to leave, having sent Nat to keep you from going.

“Mind if I join you?” He shrugs.

“Deal. But you’re going to have to do a few things.” You sigh, smiling at him.

“Things?” His eyebrows snap up.

“I have a few stops to make. Oh and you’ll have to help me with the cheesecake.” You grin.

“I’ll get the car.” He sighs, kissing your cheek he walks out of the kitchen.

“My boy, doing domestic things. You maybe God sent after all.” Michelle smiles at you.

“Funny, I think I’m from somewhere much warmer and a lot farther south than God.” You smirk, running a hand through your hair.

“Sheets, grocery shopping, baking. Interesting taste for someone from hell.” She winks at you, a smile on her lips.

“Text or call Eggsy if you need anything. I’m only four blocks away and I have to misfit brothers if you need a hand.” You laugh, waving as you back out of the kitchen.

“Where to first?” Eggsy holds open the door to one of the black SUV’s.

You laugh, pushing open the door to your apartment, Eggsy’s hands filled with bags, leaving you with two. Your brothers on your couch, the TV on, you squint at the both of them, they freeze in fear.

“You owe me new sheets, and I hate you both.” You walk into the kitchen without another word.

“Clearly you didn’t get laid, you’re still a Scrooge.” Markus laughs, you pick up the apple in your fruit bowl as Eggsy puts the bags on the counters. You whip it at Markus, it hits his chest, bouncing off hitting Logan in the side of the face.

“HEY!” They shout at you, Eggsy chokes on a laugh.

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