#one white haired one blonde haired both for richard

[conradrasputin]

via @abusivelittlebunny​

The Corinthian | Boyd Holbrook The Sandman 1.01 -Sleep of the Just

[littleprinces]

Day 2: Titfucking

Momo x Male Reader

Day 2

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the reports on my desk, but my mind was elsewhere. The office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioner the only sound interrupting the silence. I glanced at the clock; it was almost 5 PM. I needed a break, a distraction.

I picked up my phone and dialed Momo's extension. Her voice, smooth and professional, answered on the third ring. "Hello, Mr. Thompson. How can I assist you today?"

"Momo," I said, a playful edge to my voice, "I need you to come to my office. We have some... unfinished business to discuss."

There was a pause, then a soft laugh. "Unfinished business? I think you mean the report you asked for."

"That too," I replied, a smirk on my face. "But I have something else in mind as well."

A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Momo entered, her blonde hair pulled back into a neat bun, her eyes scanning the room. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a white blouse that was just a touch too tight, accentuating her ample cleavage.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Thompson?" she asked, her eyes meeting mine.

I nodded. "Yes, Momo. Close the door, please."

She did as I asked, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. She turned to face me, her hands folded in front of her. "What can I do for you?"

I stood up, walking around my desk to stand in front of her. I could see her pulse quicken at the base of her neck. "I've been watching you, Momo. You're a very attractive woman."

She blushed, her eyes flicking to mine before darting away. "Thank you, Mr. Thompson. But I'm your secretary. It's not appropriate for us to..."

I reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Call me Richard, Momo. And I think we can make it very appropriate."

Her breath hitched, her eyes searching mine. "How?"

I leaned in, my voice low. "By giving in to what we both want."

She was silent for a moment, her eyes locked on mine. Then, she took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, Richard. What do you want?"

I smiled, my hand trailing down to her shoulder. "I want to touch you, Momo. I want to feel your skin, your body."

She shivered, her eyes closing briefly. "Yes," she whispered.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. She responded immediately, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine. I deepened the kiss, my hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer.

I broke the kiss, my hands moving to her blouse. I unbuttoned it slowly, my eyes on hers. She watched me, her breath coming in short gasps. I pushed the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her bra. I reached behind her, unhooking it with ease. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect.

I groaned, my hands cupping her breasts. "You're so beautiful, Momo."

She moaned, her head falling back. I leaned down, my mouth capturing one of her nipples. I sucked and licked, my other hand fondling her other breast. She squirmed, her hands reaching for my hair.

I switched breasts, giving the other nipple the same attention. I could feel her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I stood up, my hands moving to her skirt. I unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, standing before me in just her panties.

Momo on her knees and unzipped my jeans, rub my cock with her hand and start to put my cock between her big tits, I fuck her tits and momo squeeze her own tits.

"You are so big, Momo" I groan and let her play with my cock between her tits, she look up at my face with her horny face and smile, try to tease me, with her tongue she play with my head of the cock.

I groaned, my own orgasm building. I moved faster, my cock slamming into her tits. I could feel my release coming in her tits.

I pulled out my cock and look at her tits and neck full of my cum.

"You are so incredible, Momo" I put my pants back on.

[samgirl98]

Forgotten Demon Twin 8/?

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Damian knew Richard was following him, but he was too lost in thought to get angry about it. His older brother was going to do what he wanted, anyway.

They ended up downtown. Damian stopped in front of a store. Damian put his hands on the glass, looking at the Phantom memorabilia. A little Phantom plush caught his attention. The plush didn’t have feet; instead, it had a wispy tail. Its eyes were a Lazarus green, and it had snow-white hair. It was mocking him.

“Are you going to buy it?”

Damian didn’t get startled; it was beneath him, but his brother’s voice suddenly speaking to him almost surprised him. He scowled instead.

“I don’t need such a childish thing,” he answered.

“Hmm, well, I want that one,” Richard said while pointing to a stuffed figure of a posing Phantom. Both of its fists were in the air, and he had on a white cape.

Damian followed Richard into the store with crossed arms and a disapproving scowl. The inside of the store was full of Phantom and ghost merchandise. Damian passed a bunch of generic ghost plushies. They were all Lazarus green. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the fact that Amity Park was saturated with that color freaked him out a little

Next, he passed a section named ‘The Villains of Phantoms.’ He thought that was stupid. Why would anyone want to glorify the villains? Then he remembered Batburger and their Jokerized fries. He saw action figures and stuffed toys of a woman in a red and black suit with a grey and pink gun on a board. The Red Huntress, he presumed.

“Found anything you want, Little D?”

Richard was holding the same plushie he had pointed out earlier. Damian knew his older brother wouldn’t leave him alone until he got a toy, so he picked the one that had caught his attention earlier.

They went to pay. The cashier was a bored-looking goth teenager with more piercings than fucks to give, in Damian’s opinion. His name tag read Spike. He didn’t even greet them. Spike rang them up, put their toys in a bag haphazardly, and basically threw it at them.

Damian gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t yell at the insolent teenager.

Spike’s attitude didn’t seem to bother Richard.

“I’m hungry. Wanna go eat?”

Damian didn’t have a chance to answer. Richard got him by the arm and pulled him toward a fast-food joint named ‘Nasty Burger.’ Naming an eating establishment like that seemed like a bad business decision.

The chatter hit him the moment they entered. It was full of teenagers and smelt like grease and sweat. Richard happily approached the counter, and Damian followed his brother with a deep scowl. He just wanted to be left alone with thoughts, dammit, but it seemed his older brother wouldn’t allow him to think in peace.

The cashier was another teenager. She was dark-skinned with curly hair and teal-colored eyes. When she spotted Damian, she looked him up and down in surprise. A part of him felt like she was sizing him up. When her sight landed on his eyes, she got a bit tense.

“Welcome to Nasty Burger. May I take your order?”

Damian looked at the menu and was surprised to see vegetarian options.

“The veggie burger, meal, with a coke,” he said curtly. He might as well since Richard had dragged him here.

“Hello, sorry about my little brother,” Damian’s scowl deepened, “May I have a number one, large, and extra Nasty sauce, please, and thank you?”

“Sure, that’ll be $16.97.”

“Valerie, the sauce is overheating again; I forgot how to cool it down,” a voice cracked from the back.

Valerie scowled and muttered under her breath about incompetence.

“Give me a sec, I’m with customers,” she yelled back, “I’m sorry about that. Here’s your change. We’ll call your number when it’s done.”

Damian followed Richard a bit farther away. Damian was rarely distracted but still thinking about Danyal, so he didn’t notice the big, blond buffoon when they crashed.

“Watch where you’re going, Fenturd!”

The blond threw a punch. Damian got the other boy’s fist, and judo-flipped him over his shoulder. He landed on his back with a thud. The place got quiet.

“Holy shit, did Fenton just beat Dash?”

“No, way, puny freaky Fenton stood up for himself.”

Damian scowled. It seemed the imbecile liked picking on Danyal, and Danyal let him. What was his brother thinking?

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. My brother Damian is a bit panicky and tends to fall heavily on the ‘fight’ side of ‘fight or flight.’ Are you okay,” Richard came to do damage control while helping the other boy, Dash, up. He still seemed a bit dazed.

“Who’s Damian?”

“I am, you imbecile.”

The boy squinted at Damian before his eyes widened, “You’re not Fenturd.”

“Give the man a prize. He can see.”

Dash went up to Damian’s face.

“Listen here, you little turd—”

Damian didn’t feel like listening to the other boy, so he kicked him.

“Damian, stop that!”

Richard pulled Damian to the corner of the diner and sat by Damian so he wouldn’t leave.

“Why’d you stop me? It’s obvious he picks on Danyal!”

“We don’t go after civilians, Dami.”

“Tt.”

“Number 19,” the cashier, Valerie, yelled out.

“Behave,” Richard said while giving him a stern look.

The door to the diner opened, and Damian automatically looked up. His breath caught in his throat. It was Danyal.

He was with a goth girl and a dark-skinned boy wearing a red beret. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. His brother was smiling and laughing. Richard came back with their food.

“That’s him,” he asked.

Damian could only nod while observing his twin.

Danyal had deep bags around his eyes. He was scrawnier than Damian, and he walked with a hunch. Almost as if he wanted to disappear. Looking back on his memories, Danyal always walked like that. It made sense, he supposed. Why would he want to draw attention to himself if it had always been negative?

“He looks like a mini-Bruce.”

The girl said something, and Danyal’s smile grew bigger. There were crinkles around his eyes.

They went to the counter, and Valerie told them something before pointing toward their table. Danyal looked up and saw both of them sitting. Damn, now what?

____

Bruce was going to be sick.

Reading the Anti-Ecto Act laws pissed him off. How had he and the Justice League not noticed government-sanctioned genocide? Worse, they were targeting his son.

“Tim, find any information you can and put it in a file. I’m going to contact the Justice League. We have to fix this.”

He took out his phone and dialed a number he hated having to call.

“What do you want, Batsy? I’m busy here.”

“Constantine, I need your help.”

@itsberrydreemurstuff @youracearocroatneighbour @imsotiredfanficlovertm @nek0mancer

[kajaono]

What we can learn from disputed Sherlock Holmes portrayals

After watching Asylum Sherlock Holmes (aka the one with the dinosaur) and The hound of the Baskervilles (the Christmas TV movie, 2002) recently I found out that both Sherlock Holmes portrayals get a lot of hate

And I can totally see why. Because both have a really odd take on Sherlock. Let me give you a short run through :

The hound of the Baskervilles - Richard Roxburgh as Sherlock Holmes

First - and the most obvious reason - his whole look. Blond hair?! BLOND?!

And when we see him after he is hiding in the moor for a few days to spy on Watson, he looks like this:

Unshaved, without a tie... I know what this look was supposed to be but honestly? He looks a guy i can meet in my neighboorhood... in 2024!

I know it is unfair to compare everything with Jeremy Brett but... This is how Brett!Holmes looked when Watsons finds him hiding in the moor

Also Richard Roxburghs' portrayal of Sherlock is kinda… flat. He fails to add anything new or valuable to the character. He is stiff, he is clever, he has a hard time connecting with people… but apart from that he isn’t Sherlock Holmes. He could be the leading detective in every random British afternoon tv show. As Sherlock? Hard pass. No wonder he got replaced in movie 2…

Asylum Sherlock Holmes - Ben Syder as Sherlock Holmes

Oh boy… where to start? This Sherlock is… he isn’t Sherlock. He is tiny, he is extremely affectionate, he dress casual but not in an eccentric way (like RDJ... I know they had no budget left after the CGI dinosaur... but come on! Give him a vest at least!)... and he is named Robert?! I know they had to save budget but you can not tell me there wasn’t a stiff looking tall black haired actor anywhere on London.

While both of them are absolutely mis-casted, they both had moments that stood out to me… and I think that should be featured more in other Sherlock Holmes adaptations.

Let us stay with Asylum Sherlock for a little longer.

What I really REALLY loved about this adaptation was how affectionate this Holmes is with his Watson. Yeah Holmes also plays his games with Watson, yeah he also behaves like an asshole occasionally and is the reason Watson nearly drops to death at the white cliffs of Dover. But the moment he sees that Watson is in real danger he is the first to jump to his rescue. I also like that he tiny. This is an interesting change. But to make that work his Watson has to be HUGE. Tall as a tree. Towering over his Holmes.

Like this here (second one)

art by @paperbagedhead (please tell me if i should remove it).

we can see a glimpse of it in the Sherlock Holmes adaptation "Gosick" but this the only one I can name... Give me more tiny Sherlock!

I also like the idea that Sherlock is only made-up name. I think they have that in Miss Sherlock as well... but much much better handled. Robert... honestly, who thought this was a good idea?!

And for The hound of the Baskervilles 2002 I like that Watson was allowed to set boundries and that Holmes was the one who had to be rescued at the end. (Do you know that this is the main reason people dislike his Sherlock? Because he had to be saved by Watson? People are weird... Thats such an AMAZING turn of events. More wounded Holmes who has to be rescued by his Watson... I am still thinking a lot about Asylum Holmes screaming in pain and begging Watson to not give him drugs after his leg got cut open...)

So in summary. The good input these adaptations gave us and that should be used more (imo):

Affectionate Holmes (with limitations and rules) but allow him to gently touch his Watson

Tiny Holmes

Sherlock as a made up name

Vunerable Holmes who has to be saved by his Watson

The moment Asylum Johnlock nearly kissed mhm... what?

[omgthatdress]

I have a lot of feelings about Julie’s collection. After the election of Richard Nixon, the deaths of Janis Joplin, Jimmi Hendrix, and Jim Morrison, and then the Manson murders, the peace and love happy hippie 60s had given way to the dirty, strung-out scumbag 70s. Even though Julie is living in San Francisco, the hippie era had long since passed by 1974. As Hunter S. Thompson beautifully put it in Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas:

“There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . . And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . . So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.””

I love the hippie aesthetic. I get that AG would want to have a doll that reflects that. A lot of Julie’s story revolves around her fighting for environmentalism, which is one of the aspects of hippie culture that managed to stick around, largely because of backlash to the consumerism of the 50s. But in Julie’s collection there’s plenty of times when her looks lean too far into the 60s and miss the mark of the 70s. As much as I appreciate AG doing the hippie thing, an accurate collection for the 70s would drag us to polyester hell and never let go. The 70s are one of those special eras in fashion where everything is ugly as fuck. The fashion of the 60s was much more aesthetically pleasing, but the fashion of the 70s is ironically appealing. It’s so ugly you love it. It’s ridiculous. It’s camp.

Granted, the fridge that was 1974 fashion still had plenty of hippie leftovers in it, and her original meet look with its crochet cap, embroidered tunic, and fringe belt feel true to the era.

Hand crafts like knitting and crochet had a resurgence in popularity, so I’m glad that both collections have a knitted accessory.

Part of the history lesson Julie gives is that Title IX meant schools could no longer forbid girls from wearing pants, so that’s why Julie is in jeans.

Julie’s BeForever look is straight 60s hippie. The inspiration seems to be Janis Joplin, who had been dead for four years:

AG seems to be wanting to have it both ways with Julie, and I honestly wish they’d just commit to the 70s:

On another note, the 70s would have been a great chance to have another doll of color (American Indian Movement, much?), but they went with a White girl with blonde hair. Which honestly I kiiind of get. Like if I were going to select ONE decade of the 20th century to have a blonde doll, it would be the 70s. I cannot emphasize enough how ubiquitous long blonde hair was to 70s pop culture.

For an era that still claimed to be progressive, the 70s were whitebread as hell. Outwardly there was women’s lib, civil rights, and the sexual revolution, but inwardly, the 70s were an extremely conservative decade when Jerry Falwell and the Moral Majority were just starting to lay their slimy hooks into the American political system. It’s a decade of contradictions and extremes that I wish AG would fully commit to.

[angevinyaoiz]

Haha thanks for appreciating my art! 

Yeah, it’s funny because I think Henry II/Young Henry is objectively some of the BEST lesser known Dadson dynamics out there that’s sadly underexplored—you have political bedsharing, “the son and the father are one,” Co-Crowning ceremonies (There should be more dadson AUs that steal the concept of associative kingship) bodies and souls bound together, guilt, shame, divorce, the Love and Fear of faetc etc… 

the only unfortunate thing Is that dadson is generally not something I get super excited about personally. >_< I can see the visions and recommend them but it’s not really what gets me going….I’ll leave that to the pros (tho I DID have some art concepts here and there in mind but who knows if I’ll ever get to it..)

Anyways, back to the main subject—for memory lane look at these, the very FIRST art I did of him I’m pretty sure! Alongside Frederick Barbarossa and Richard. You can tell I was just working directly off random ref images without knowing anything lool

Also this one! Early art. Where he’s extremely shota. I still think this is cute, but it doesn’t look like HIM to me.

I still like these pieces…I had fun with them. I miss putting him in the historically inaccurate green caftan

Philip’s design overall has been an interesting process! I think my initial designs for the Plantagenets have refined over time, but they more or less stayed the same from the beginning, while his was kind of an evolution. It’s a bit hard for me to look at my old Blondelippe art because it’s so different from how I think about and draw him now, lol.  I was initially influenced by a few things:

there were a couple of fanarts/drawings of a Philip that was blonde, so I ran with that .

I think I might have initially mixed up art with that of Philip IV Le Bel, who has had portrayals where he’s a Pretty Blond

In some medieval artworks especially in later centuries, there are portraits of him that look blonde but only because of the stylistic conventions.

Also, my initial fandommy delusion interpretation of his character (when i was mostly dabbling from the TLIW stuff only) was influenced by the certain BL and shoujo archetype that pops up that usually consist of blonde, french-coded characters with childhood sexual trauma who are also guarded and conniving and sometimes straight up evil. so I thought it would be fun to run with that, and also be an obvious visual signifier that I was working in more a Yaoi Delusion state than a Realistic Historical state.

I ended up kind of veering away from this as I started to do more research and realized I was a lot more interested in reading about historical details. I was less familiar with Philip, but I had fun reading and getting to know his character I think a lot more in a way that I liked. My art is influenced by my aesthetic fujo preferences, but I also like a sense of background knowledge and consistency in my brain. For me I wanted the Philip, both the historical philip and the rpf dolly i’ve reconstructed, to feel more specific to me. There are already plenty of conniving blondes out there (I didn’t want people to mistake it for an APH France…lol) so kind of designing him as brunette with the goofy, severe bangs (influenced by his statues, and by the 19th century portrait) was a fun design. It also worked a lot better for black and white comics, like in “In Exchange for Honor,” And as well serves as a nice visual contrast since I draw the brothers + Henry usually as all varying degrees of blonde/redhead… THAT’s for Yaoi aesthetic reasons lol

I’m actually not sure if there IS any info on his hair color in real life, and tbh I guess i’m not interested in that (also he balded so it becomes irrelevant). I think it’s fun because I can draw him very pretty for my delusions if I want but also has a kind of dorkiness to him that I think is extremely important to lean into. I also feel like, I wanted a design that could look distinct and cute, but also could look more Adult if I wanted to, I draw him a kid a lot but I wanted the vibes to translate into older designs as well.

A big part that stands out to me reading about the historical Philip is the contrast between how Serious and Sacral the Frankish kingship is how important Philip was as the god-given heir blah blah blah, but also with how WEIRD he was. Making serious and laudable logistical decisions and policies one moment, but also making baffling and confusing decisions in his personal life and relationships. He’s kind of a mess in a fun way, it leaves a lot for the imagination (and evil imagination) to wonder wtf was up with him. In a way, even though the TLIW richphil dubcon backstory is Completely Made Up, to me I feel it doesn’t feel completely out of place thematically, since to me there’s something inherently sus/erotic about the status of purity/sacralness and the transgression from childhood vulnerability that is necessary to emerge into true power…Anyway I could write more Yaoi Essays but this post is meant to be about aesthetics.

It is impossible to escape the influence of TLIW Timothy Dalton in attitude, even if not in aesthetic, since he is probably the only major portrayal of Philip in the anglosphere I can think of. I feel that influence definitely comes through unavoidably, although I also try to round him out a bit when I write him. TLIW!Philip (in both movies and all plays) is showing him behaving at a very specific point in time; he starts off being condescended to, then exits the film smug and unscathed. It’s a big contrast from even modern Philip portrayals like in Confessions de l’Histoire where he’s more of a whiner and Richard’s punching bag.  

In The Devil’s Crown, Christopher Gable in The Devil’s Crown is a bit more subtle, and follows a more subdued and calculating Philip who grows into his person over time. I like him a lot because he’s very stiff and formal compared to Henry and Richard’s expressive gesticulating, but he holds a lot of disdain and rage inside him.  I think his portrayal in TDC definitely has influenced me a lot, I love how he glowers at Richard during all their encounters. It’s both very serious but also kind of cute…Also I’m entranced by his ballet photos. In a way they kind of cycle all the way back to that ethereal kind of “getting bewitched in the woods” unnerving shoujo feeling that I was originally getting a whiff of originally.

FUNNY ENOUGH, I feel I even still get some influence from….Solomon’s Crown of all things.. I make fun of it of course for its uwufication but for all my haterisms natasha kind of cooked with leaning into the weirdly ageregressiony Pure Special Little Boy feeling that pops up fetishistically in that book (in denial of course), the only difference for me is that I feel like that fetishistic aspect can be used deliciously for Evil (“purity” can be weaponized, after all) character traits rather than making a character Boring as hell

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from four anons and some of my own ideas. I thought in honour of Tom’s Jonathan Pine look making a comeback and the prospect of a Season 2, now is the perfect time for some spicy spy action! Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2881 Warnings: smut

After Roper’s death, a lot in our own life changed. You moved away from Spain and back to the UK with a fresh start in your suitcase. Your new job in the publishing industry enabled you to meet the authors of the books you were passionate about and you could help discover new talents whose stories would enrich countless readers’ bookshelves.

It was peaceful now. Safer—for at no fault of your own, it hadn’t always been like that. You were young when you fled to sunny Spain to discover yourself, learned Spanish to the point of fluency and started a job at the local library that regularly held readings for both adults and children.

It all went well, for a while. Right until little Danny Roper stepped foot in the library for the first time, accompanied by two brooding bodyguards and a charming British gentleman you, for some reason, instantly mistrusted.

Richard Roper, a wealthy businessman with a mansion all to himself. Perhaps it was unfair to assume he had blood on his hands because of how heavy his wallet was but your instinct had never betrayed you before. Soon, little Danny Roper regularly came to visit the little library, took part in the readings and had you recommend new stories to him, always under the scrutinising eye of his bodyguards or his father.

On the night of Halloween, everything changed. The kids loved the spooky holiday. They were allowed to wear costumes for the themed reading that night and you spent the entire evening before long after the library had closed decorating for the occasion. The sweets you had bought for the kids to eat had come out of your budget but seeing their wide eyes upon entering the small library on the 31st had been worth every single penny—or cent, in this case—spent.

Danny Roper came too. Dressed in a mummy costume with a face full of paper-white make-up and armed with an orange pumpkin basket for his sweets, he was one of the first kids to make himself comfortable in the reading corner in the front row. But there was someone else with them that night. Someone you had never seen around before. He didn’t look like a new bodyguard but he was handsome. Blue eyes, a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, a five o’clock shadow, and dark-blond hair you instantly felt the urge to ruffle. Your heart skipped a beat when he locked eyes with you for the first time. You could practically feel his intrigued gaze burning through your skin when you read some child-friendly Halloween stories to the kids and from then on… he kept on coming back. Sometimes in the company of Danny and his bodyguards, sometimes alone. And each and every single time he asked you for recommendations for a new horror book, borrowed one, and returned the old one giving you detailed and positive feedback that he usually delivered with a charming, British smile.

You realised soon enough that his regular visits were but an excuse to see you again—but he remained distant, never made a move to ask for your number or a date. Perhaps it was for the best, you thought at the time. If he was with Roper then he was not to be messed with, a dangerous man to be around, and not the type of guy you should wish to be affiliated with.

“I’m glad Danny asked me to join him on Halloween. You have made this place truly special,” he had said one day. “Have you known them long? The Ropers?”

Alarm bells. Alarm bells loud and clear had rang in your head and almost drowned out the sound of your book scanner when he’d slid yet another horror novel towards you on the counter.

“Only for about a year. Danny has picked up so many children’s books I will need to restock to find new novels for him at this point. Richard Roper donated ten thousand euros to the library back in January.”

“Are you the owner of this library then?”

“Oh no, I only work here. But I am in charge of all the boring accounting paperwork.” Whatever had lit up in Jonathan’s blue eyes, was gone again before you’d had a chance to analyse it. But it had been suspicious enough for you to gather all of your courage, and look around briefly to ensure you were alone.

“I… can I give you some advice? Leave. As long as you still can. Something’s not right about this man. I don’t know what that poor kid is caught up in but my hands are tied,” you had told him with a lowered voice.

Jonathan had frowned at you, pressed his lips together to a thin line. Then, without another word, he had picked up his novel and left the store.

The following night, he’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere after you’d closed the library for the day and asked you out for dinner. One dirty martini afterward led to two and that very same night, you fell asleep in Jonathan Pine’s bed in a luxurious hotel room he was staying in for reasons he had not elaborated on much.

A couple of evenings and more passionate sex—the best sex you’d ever had—later, you had shown him the donation certification, complete with all the relevant bank details. Confidential data which could have gotten you into big trouble, both with the library and Richard Roper himself. A few more nights after that… Jonathan disappeared for a while and you realised that he had only used you—and your body—for information.

It had baffled you back then, when, almost a month after, he showed up on the doorstep of the library, beaten, bruised, and half-dead. No police, no hospital, he had murmured over and over and you, having fallen in love with the man unconditionally, had hidden him and nursed him back to health. For weeks on end, Jonathan Pine lay low in the cellar that acted as an inventory for the library, living off of takeaway food you smuggled down to him day after day. He told you everything. How he had been sneaked into Roper’s family as a spy to put an end to his schemes at long last, how Roper sold deadly weapons that killed hundreds of people, and how incredibly sorry he was for putting you in all this danger.

One night, while he was still recovering from his injuries and you stayed in the library with him to make sure he didn’t develop a fever, he whispered your name in his sleep, hands blindly attempting to reach you, touch you, explore you, and pull you close.

He confessed he was in love with you the morning after and a few weeks later, after Roper had finally been arrested, you moved back to the UK with him. Here you were now, climbing up the career ladder in the publishing industry.

Jonathan had left his spy days behind for now and accepted a job as the night manager in a lovely hotel in the heart of Switzerland over the winter. You’d be apart for a few months and it had broken your heart to hear of it even though you were more than happy for him and the opportunity he had been offered.

Two weeks after his departure, your boss had asked you to join her on a business trip to that very same hotel to meet with an internationally best-selling author whose next book series was going to be translated into thirteen languages.

Jonathan didn’t know you had just landed in Switzerland. He didn’t know you were coming to stay at his hotel. The name the rooms were booked under was your boss’ assistant who Jonathan had never met before. Needless to say, when you entered the lobby and the warm air enveloped you welcomingly, scaring away the Swiss winter air, his stunning blue eyes widened. You failed to suppress your smirk, knowing very well how much he was struggling with remaining polite and professional—after all, you were with your boss and her assistant.

“Good evening! Sorry, our flight was delayed a little. I’ve got three rooms booked under the name Elsa Higgins?” the latter greeted him.

“Ah, yes, Ms. Higgins! Good evening, ladies. Please, allow me to welcome you to the Meisters. My name is Jonathan Pine and I’m the night manager. May I offer you any refreshments?”

Your boss shook the snow off of her beret and began taking off her winter coat. Jonathan was by her side instantly, helping each and every one of you out of your winter gear—even though with you, his touch lingered for just a second too long, his fingertips brushing against the back of your neck. You shivered. Fuck, you had missed him so much.

“Thank you, Mr. Pine,” you mused, watching him struggle a bit with how you addressed him before he poured you all a glass of champagne. Then, he moved behind the counter to sort out your rooms and hand you your keys while the concierges busied themselves with your suitcases and disappeared out of sight quickly.

“Our concierges will be taking up your luggage at once, as you can see. Is there anything else I can do for you in the meantime? Have you had dinner yet?”

“We have, thank you. We’re just very tired from the flight. Could you show us to our rooms? This hotel is so big, I feel like I’m gonna get lost!”

“Of course, dar-, Miss. Please, follow me.” He caught himself before the word “darling” could escape his lips. Chuckling to yourself, you stared at his sexy back and entered the lift right after him.

“He is so hot!” your boss whispered to you. Heavens, he was. He looked so handsome in that navy blue suit and the white shirt… and that tie! You had to remember to get rid of those damp panties of yours later and sneak them into his pockets somehow—because the mere thought of him taking off that tie and using it to bind your wrists together got you so wet you had to clench your legs on the way up. If only your boss and her equally yearning assistant knew you regularly had the pleasure to fuck this man���

Jonathan was reluctant to leave you behind after letting you know about the breakfast times, the pool opening times, and that he was at your service for anything at all, at all times during the night. And oh, you might just take him up on that offer…

“Thank you, Mr. Pine. I’ll be sure to call if I need anything.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and when you came back, yours and the door of your boss were still wide open, denying you the privacy you craved. Besides, Mr. Jonathan Pine had to remain professional at work. You chuckled once more, making quick work of stuffing your spoiled panties into his suit jacket. He pretended not to be fazed by it but for a spy, he was pretty bad at hiding how much he was struggling with keeping his composure.

But that was only the beginning. You were feeling adventurous tonight. And so, after wishing your boss and her assistant a good night, you got ready for bed, making yourself comfortable on the soft mattress and the lavender-scented bed sheets completely naked, and then used the phone on the nightstand to call the reception. It was shortly past two am by now. Surely, the lobby was deserted.

You hummed contently when he picked up and purred your last name with a seductive ‘Miss’ in front of it into the speaker. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, you see… I’m so lonely in this big suite, Mr. Pine. So very lonely. Is there a way you could keep me company? I am so tense from the journey,” you mused, dragging out your last “so” to the point you could hear him breathe heavily on the other end of the line.

Jonathan cleared his throat. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t discovered yet just what exactly you had shoved into his pocket. He was probably clutching at it with his free hand right now.

“Ah, well, I am afraid our masseuses don’t start their shift until seven am, Miss, but perhaps I can arrange some other… form of… relief for you.” His voice became raspier and darker the more words escaped his lips.

“Really? That would be quite wonderful. You see, Mr. Pine, the sheets are so soft and comfortable, I figured I don’t even need any sleepwear.”

Jonathan took a deep breath. A short moment of pregnant silence followed and then, “I’ll be right up, Miss.” With that, he hung up.

You giggled to yourself, counting the seconds. He must have taken the steps, for only forty-three strikes of the second hand on the clock above the massive sofa in the suite later, you heard a gentle knock on your door.

Rushing over on bare feet, you hid behind it as you opened it for him to conceal your nakedness from the bright lights in the hallway, the both of you drowning in comfortable darkness and only the pale moon shining through the massive windows illuminating both your features as soon as he’d closed the door again behind him.

“I have ten minutes,” he murmured out of breath before his lips came crashing down on yours. You laughed against his mouth, his feverish urgency instantly infecting you. Jonathan’s touch was like a fire ignited inside of you by the single stroke of a match. Step after step, he guided you back towards your bed without ever breaking the battle of tongues you fought out, his hands exploring your naked curves and kneading your butt cheeks thoroughly before pushing you down on the mattress.

Jonathan was above you within a fraction of a second, one of his knees keeping your legs apart, his hand snatching your wrists and pinning them down above your head. Finally, he released your lips to let you catch your breath for a moment.

“Naughty girl, slipping your used underwear into my pockets… you little tease…”

“Aw, I thought you’d appreciate my little gift,” you mocked—your chuckle soon turned into a moan, however, when he gently bit the underside of your left breast, followed by his tongue tasting your nipple.

Jonathan’s dark growl was unlike anything you had ever heard from him when his one free hand struggled to undo his belt and the buttons of his suit trousers. You were pretty certain he hadn’t even taken his shoes off but by the time he finally managed to push the fabric down to his upper thighs, he was as hard as a rock, his red tip leaking precum teasing your entrance.

There was no need for him to prepare you. You had been soaked and ready for him ever since your arrival at the hotel. Jonathan wasted no time. He positioned himself swiftly, pulling your legs apart even further, and then, sheathed himself inside of you with but one fluid movement.

The both of you moaned in unison, his forehead resting against yours. Jonathan kissed you again when he pulled out to thrust up into you, your hips bucking to meet him. His free hand remained where it was—right between your legs where your bodies were joined.

As he fucked you hungrily, his fingers quickly found a little toy to play with—and knowing Jonathan, he was a skilled lover. He had you on the brink of orgasm in no time, his rhythm relentless and his strokes hard.

You arched your back the closer you crept to the edge, breaking his kiss to gasp for air and throw your head back which he instantly took as an invitation to taste your neck and assault it with gentle licks, bites, and kisses.

It was the moment he released your wrists and placed one of your legs on his shoulder to rut into you even deeper, his tip brushing against all the right spots, that made you come undone underneath him. Clenching around his length, he fucked you through your climax until he too found release, only fuelling your arousal when you felt ropes of his seed coating your walls, his member jerking inside of you until eventually, he stilled and embraced you without ever pulling out of you.

“How are you even here?” he finally asked. “I’m so happy to see you, darling.”

“That I could tell.” You grinned, grinding against him and eliciting a little whimper from him in the process. “My boss is meeting a client here. She asked me to come with her, it was quite last minute. I could have called you but I wanted to make it a surprise.”

“You most certainly did surprise me, darling. You know… I think I quite enjoy you calling me ‘Mr. Pine’.”

Your grin grew even wider. “Lucky for you, we’ll be staying the whole weekend, Mr. Pine.”

Jonathan growled once more. He was on you again to stifle your laugh and had you cumming for him again long before his ten minutes were over.

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A/N: Well that was fun to write! ;-)

[loverangels]

Write anything for Charles please<3 (only if you wish)

-☔

RUNAWAY

Pairings- charles macaulay x fem!reader

summary- after the death of bunny and Henry, you and Charles decided to runaways to Italy and start afresh

warnings- none, just a tooth rotting fluffy blab

a/n- I hope you enjoy lovie <3. Thank you for requesting!

you slightly shuffled in the white soft bedsheets, snuggling in the warmth, basking from the sun shining through the double panelled windows and from the human radiator behind you.

After the tradegy of the death of bunny, guilt consumed both you and Charles, causing life in Vermont to not be the same as it was.

So with scraping every single penny the two of you had left, you fled secretly to crema, Italy to pursue life again peacefully. However there was one problem, leaving vermont meant leaving everything your parents, camilla, francis, and Richard. Although you didn't regret running away, you couldn't help the what ifs in your head.

which leads you to this moment.

Charles nuzzled his head into your shoulder, arms wrapping around from your back to your stomach and he tried to get as close as possible to you. Smiling, you turn around in his arms facing him, as you watch him snore peacefully, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.

You admired his long, thick lashes and his perfectly sculpted nose.

He's so perfect

You couldn't resist but trace your fingers along his soft skin, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb.

Leaning closer to his face you pepper soft kisses to his forehead, nose, cheeks, eyes, and lastly his lips.

As your lips being to pull away, you feel strong hands grabbing your face pulling you deeper into the kiss.

seconds later, you pull away breathlessly, your eyes widening as charles chuckles to himself, tucking the astray hair behind your ear. Kissing your collarbone he smiles at you.

'If waking up means waking up like this, by all means don't let me stop you,' he jokes smirking.

maybe running away wasn't a bad decision after all.

[tailsbeth-writes]

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed for FirstPrince!

Apologies for the wait but here's a fairytale AU with a magic kiss 💛 Find this on Ao3!

When Alex stepped into the final room of the tower, he was ready to collapse. The thieves in the forest took it out of them but he wouldn't let that asshole Miguel get the best of him. The Richards lake nearly took them under, but some quick thinking from Nora got them to dry land.

The enchanted knights of Mountchristen estate were creepy as hell but between him, June and Nora, they made it through. The girls insisted he went on, June had gathered Nora into her arms and Alex made a note to ask them about that later.

Cobwebs had gathered around the corners of the stony room, Alex made his way to the four poster bed. He paused when he stepped in front of a dresser, wiping his face with the back of his hand and tossing his curls. The dirt on his tunic couldn't be helped, his elbow had a slight burn mark from one of the castle's boobytraps. He could feel the girls rolling their eyes, the princess was captured by witch Mary's sleeping spell a year ago...

The bed was covered in burgundy drapes with golden thread. Alex took a breath, he could do this. This was the easy part after all. He pulled the drape back and stepped back in a fluster. For on this bed, was a prince, not a princess. His mind flashed memories of masculine hands making their way through his curls.

The prince had blonde hair, smooth and perfectly in place. He wore the colours of his kingdom, blue and white with red buttons. His face reminded Alex of Queen Catherine but his cheek bones are that of the late king Arthur. His lips... Alex wasn't a wordsmith but oh, he could write poetry about those lips.

As he leaned in close, he felt a magnetic pull towards the Prince. It was as if his entire life has led to this. His lips touched the Prince's pillowy soft lips and warmth flooded through them both. The Prince's eyes opened, a wondrous shade of blue pierced into Alex's very soul. Alex flinched back.

'Your highness, are you alright?'

'Never better. What is your name?'

'Alexander. Or Alex, your highness.'

The prince smiled, the skin around his eyes crinkled and Alex could feel himself turn to putty.

'Well Alex, please call me Henry. And maybe kiss me again?'

Alex lunged and captured Henry's lips as fast as he possibly could.

[zerokrox-blog]

Its an innocent enough letter in the mail. A sprawling 'Merry Christmas!' in flowing cursive. Gloria Harrington opened the off-white envelope and pulled out a neat stack of family photos and a bright Christmas card with a group of kids and older teenagers in a dog pile atop her son, Steve who was mid-laugh, they were in front of a brightly lit christmas tree. In the right corner she could see a service dog (a small chocolate lab-husky mix with a service vest on) standing in front of a group of laughing adults. All of them were in matching ugly Christmas sweaters and jeans. Gloria opened the letter with a shaking hand and read,

Merry Christmas from the Hopper-Byers, Sinclair's, Munson-Henderson, Hargrove, Wheeler's, Cunningham-Buckley-Harrington families!

Please welcome to the family Ozzy Harrington he is the puppy in the corner for our son/brother Steve.

This year was one of many ups and downs but thankfully all is well. Our family is whole.

We had to much fun taking photos for the Christmas card so we included all of them.

Gloria shut the card and took the stack into her hand and began looking through them. The first one was the older kids in matching red-and-white striped pajamas sitting in a neat line leaning against each other, faces dead serious. In the middle was Steve, on his right side was a short-blonde haired girl with bangs, leaning against her was the Wheeler girl, and the older Byers boy. On his left side was another girl, leaning against her was the Munson boy and a different boy with short blonde hair that she didn't know (she assumed he was the Hargrove mentioned above.) Once she flipped it over she saw that someone had neatly labeled everyone in the photo from right to left (Jonathon, Nancy, Chrissy, Steve, Robin, Eddie & Billy).

The next photo was Steve and his dog Ozzy. Gloria finally took her son's face and felt her heart shatter, he had a thick red-corded scar across his face from right above his left eyebrow down to the middle of his right cheek just shy of his eyes, he wore thick glasses and snaking down his left shoulder to his hand (which was openly displayed against his dog's head) was a sharp spider-web lightening scar. Her son's face was full of joy. The next picture was one with all the kids, pillows flying. The next one was Steve, Robin, Chrissy and Eddie tackling Jonathon to the floor while Nancy, in the background, laughed hysterically. The next one was the adults Jim, Joyce, Claudia, Wayne, Sue and Charles sitting on chairs with Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Billy, Chrissy, Nancy and Robin behind them while the younger kids made dramatic faces on the floor in the front. The next one was family shots. The Sinclair's were first, Sue and Charles standing proudly in their ugly Christmas sweaters, while in front of them were their kids Lucas and Erica, both of whom had clearly tugged a confused Steve with them. Sue and Charles had a hand on each of his shoulders while Erica and Lucas were tucked into his sides. The family photos consisted of each family but Steve was pulled into them all. The last few were of each of the kids with Steve. And the last one was a photo of Steve, Eddie and Billy standing together, Billy and Eddie kissing one of Steve's cheeks while he looked surprised.

Gloria felt ill. What had she missed in the past few years of her son's life? What other moments of joy or pain had she and her husband missed out on?

When she showed them to Richard later that day she could see the same confusion and hurt on his face as she had felt. She decided to look into it to see what had happened. So she pulled out her cell phone and typed into the google search bar 'Hawkins Indiana', and found something about a serial killer? She was confused.

Richard however typed into his search bar 'Hawkins Indiana' and 'Steve Harrington' and his face went white at the first article. He called out to his wife and showed her. Watching the horror cross her face at the title of the article:

'Serial killer found, after victim Steve Harrington helped two people escape his cluthes'

What the hell had they missed?

[sn4pozu]

how Richard Trager uses Instagram (yes, he would use Instagram):

this is Pre-Engine Rick because realistically post-engine Rick would have other things to worry about besides instagram

30 stories a day, from dawn till dawn again this man is addicted to the layout

doesn't use stickers because hes a grown man BUT HE DOES HAVE A BITMOJI THAT HE USES RELIGIOUSLY

its half office reels, half food pics, and a quarter just rants

overuses tags to hell, even randomly mid sentence , example: "#Amazing day today at @MurkoffOfficial ! this #Work ain't doin itself 📋💻👍🏻 #Workday #Monday #Officeday #ADayInMyLife #Job"

sometimes thinks that Murkoff should totally have a social media account, he knows its dumb but he cant help wanting more followers 😔

"Suns out guns out! #Sunday with my bud @JeremyBlaireOfficial" and its a picture of them in a golf cart holding champagne (not gay, just besties)

Not to sneak in my RickJer agenda but in my minds eye they signed eachothers golf clubs

tags the location if he could he would

username is something obnoxious like 'RichardTragerOfficial' like nobody know u lil bro 😭😭😭

buys likes and followers to feed his ego

4k followers thats like 85% bots

" @McDonaldsOffical Never fails 😂😂😂 #hangovermeal #NoRegrets" and its a fish fillet with the most inhuman bite you've ever seen taken out of it

WOULD POST A SWEATY GYM MAT AND TAG THE GYM AND IT'D HAVE A DUMB CAPTION LIKE "Workout Wednesdays! 🏋🏼‍♂️💪#Wednesday #Gym #Exercise #GymPic #Muscles" HE LACKS SELF AWARENESS DONT LAUGH

would 'ironically' comment "Hot! 🔥🔥🔥" on a mans gym pic and would slutshame a womans gym butt pic

"he hurts every woman hes ever met because his true soulmate is a man" - Sock-rates

he would unironically use hashtags in a sentence for fun, also urges Jer to be more active on Instagram

imagine the most white grown man, now add curly blonde hair, uhuh now give him a gay sweater, now make him homophobic & gay, yep .thats him officer

HAS gotten scammed on instagram, he threathened legal action and got his money back and deleted their account after a week tho

weekday streaks exist to him, no hes not a middle schooler hes actually 30

look at me in the eyes and tell me he wouldn't make fun of feminism in the comments section of those LibzDunked accounts

his Close Friends stories are just aftermaths after nights out, its either him drunk posting or filming himself talking to the camera about his hangover

its just Jer and a few other friends but it has the same intimacy of homosexuality

theres one video where hes drunk and actually tripped and fell so comically its been 7 months and Jer still makes fun of him for it (laughs along but actually hates it like viscerally)

he has 3 phones, both iphones and one is a samsung flip (he wanted the hype), a work phone, home phone, and his normal phone, why does he need so much? why is he not robbed yet? we will never know....

replies to those awareness posts about war in the middle east and goes like "damn.. thats unfortunate 💔 hearts goes out to them 🙏 @Chriswalker89"

most menacing instagram white man, cyberbullies as a past time and has 5 alts just focused on Harrassment+ Stalking people

he'd doxx which hospital your mother is staying in with no shame

"If you don't take that back I'm injecting your mothers spine with brain eating parasites" and he means that for real

would post corny atheist memes & misinformation

induces paranoia as a hobby "Yes ma'am i am a licensed doctor vaccines Do cause autism" as a treat

he fucks around too much one day his main gets suspended and he calls Instagram customer services

if you wouldn't think he'd try to hook up with an instagram influencer you are a liar

weekly self-help book recommendations that he doesn't read and actually just gets payed 7$ per link

im not saying he would make an alt to just hype up his own photos but he would.....do that.....

also gets blackmailed his own dick pic but whatever that was in the past

on a side note Jeremy does have a year old instagram account that only has 2 pictures (both just bar pics of him posing with a glass of wine like an idiot) and his entire Tagged section is just RICHARD TAGGING HIM IN ANYTHING

[freyasigtryggrsdottir]

That Summer Love chapter 1 (Thorin x reader )

Summary: The Hobbit AU Reader broke up with Richard Armitage. She is sad, but it was the best choice for them. She went to a summer trip with her bestfriend Tauriel, to forget, relax, and to heal. She doesn't want a serious relationship far away from her home, but a cool singer sweeps her off form her feets and she needs to rethink her whole life and choose, how to live and love.

Pairings: Reader x Richard Armitage, Reader x Thorin, Tauriel x Kili

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The train has arrived. I was so excited to be here finally, with my bestfriend, Tauriel.  Two weeks summer holiday, no university, no parents, no problems, just us, a lot of dance, swim and relaxation. Laketown was a famous destination with a big lake and friendly people. We grabbed our bags and went out tot he hot weather. I hissed, because my skin was so sensitive, and cheked the map on my phone. We will spend these few days in a hotel called „Dis’s castle’’. Its a big place with lot of rooms, but on the pictures they were cozy and friendly, not so big, and the reviews wrote just good things, especially about the owner, Dis. I was a little anxious and sad, because Richard, my ex, broke up with me a month ago. We were together for three years, but people and the plans has changed and the distance between us was unbearable anymore, so it was the best choice for the both of us to find ourselves and our happiness again.

We walked about half our, when we arrived. The hotel was blue and beautiful. I rang the bell and a white haired women showed up. She opened the door with a big smile and we stepped in.

’’Welcome here, Dears’’ said with friendly voice.

’’Thank you and nice to meet you” I smiled ’’She is Tauriel and I’m Y.N.’’

She showed our room and it was big, with two beds, blue bathrom and breathtaking scenery to the lake.

„My brother and his band will perform tonight in the garden. It will be a big party with several musicians and handsome man” Dis winked ” You can come, I will make some bread and food”

I nodded and thanked for everything, then she left us. We packed out our stuffs. I sit ont he bed, when my phone rang. It was a message from Richard. I sighed and opened. He missed me. I tought its over, but sometimes I felt he is still here with me. I tried to forget and when I tought finally I’m done with this drama, he just showed up, with a message or a brief call. I wanted to forgot him, but with his behaviour, its impossible. I took a deep breath and deleted the message. Its over, nothing will be the same, I don’t let myself to be sad. I will be happy on this trip and probably I will go into a short summer romance, nothing serious, just a fling, just for a few days, then I will go back into my normal life, where the university and my workplace are everything.

’’Just block his number” Tauriel sit next to me and hugged me.

’’What?”

’’This is your its-Richard-again face. We are here, he is far way from us and he is basically a stranger to us, so we will go tot hat party, we will dance and laugh a lot’’

I smiled and nodded. I clicked the blocking button. From now on, Richard is nothing to me and I’m free.

At eight o’clock we went to the garden. I wore a long A-line purple dress with fake white flowers and side sliths, Tauriel wore a green mini dress with crystals. A lot of people were here. Dis waved to us and walked to her.

’’I’m so happy you two are here. There are a bunch of people tonight’’ and with that, she gave us a glass of wine, the went up to the podium ’’Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome here. Our first performers is Durin’s sons’’

The people loudly clapped their hands and three people went up. One of them has long, black hair, he stood behind the microphone. He has the biggest charisma, with pierce eyes. The second was similar tot he first, but his smile was cheeky and playful, and he played on the guitar. The last one was like a blonde lion, and he was the drummer. They began to play and I lost. The singer’s voice were good, deep, with meaningful lyrics. I watched him and the world stopped for me.

Tauriel gently nudged me.

’’Somebody finally forgot that man” he said proudly and I nodded.

He was not my type, because he seemed like a bad guy, but his voice the the lyrics. My heart beat faster and I felt I live again.

[thesmallmeggles]

And Now For Something Completely Different:

☎️ SPAMTON APPEARANCE HEADCANONS ☎️

"Megan, why are you talking about Spamton? *gasp* You abandoned Zanzo!"

1. This is my blog

2. No I haven't. He is still very present in my conscious.

Anyway...

Addison Spam

Made out of hard light. (One could walk through an Addison. Feels tingly and warm.)

Grey dot eyes, wears glasses

Smaller than all the other Addisons, 4'0"

Puppet Spam

Hair is synthetic (probably nylon), thick fibers both crunchy and sticky from whatever (improvised?) hair product he uses.

Plastic head and hands, plush body

When I've drawn Spamton, I tend to make his head more proportionate to his body. (But still kind of big.)

Has the sleep doll eyes. Irises are heterochromatic - pink and yellow. At the time Kris encounters him, the irises have silver streaks. Eyes tend to stick in odd positions.

Construction of his head limits his neck rotation. He can only turn roughly 90 degrees. If he needs to see directly to his side, he has to turn his body.

Body is stained and stitched up in places

Stomach is spongy foam, the rest is firm like a densely stuffed toy (specifically those vintage plushies. That stuffing retains scents like you wouldn't believe.)

There's a slit in his upper back revealing what appears to be a ventriloquist dummy control stick. Spamton tapes over the hole, but it never holds for long.

Articulated four fingered hands

His limb joints are similar to Woody and Jessie from Toy Story. Or a Raggedy Ann. Just the stitched bit.

Little nub feet, like a Raggedy Ann

I like the juxtaposition of Spam having a physical presence while becoming socially invisible.

Spamton Neo

Noodly bootleg action figure looking dude

Rough seams, haphazard paint, floppy limbs

Glasses are his eyes. Flashing light bulbs/leds behind them.

Head is more proportionate to body

About 10' tall

Wings are aesthetic only - he cannot fly.

Spamton Ex "Argus" (the nickname could change but idk)

Half animatronic, half mannequin, one hundred percent unsettling (My personal view is: "Is it really Spamton if he doesn't look at least a little uncanny?" EDIT: That being said, I hold no grudge against folks who draw/imagine the Spam Man as hot or cute or beastly or what have you)

His eyes are acrylic/glass with plastic lids. His nose is separate from his face mask. Seams at the eye line and across the cheeks under the mask.

Spam can emote, though it's limited. At least he isn't stuck with the "award losing smile".

Head is proportionate to body like Neo

Plastic and metal robotic skeleton with ball joints and wires. There's a heart cavity in his chest which opens to unleash his [Heart On A Chain].

Built-in Disk Drive so he can swap between bodies as needed.

The face and arms from hands to elbows are covered by silicone. Everything else is foam padded fabric, with special attention given to his pecs and posterior. ("FOR MY [Fellow Freaks].")

Hands still have four fingers. He has retractable wheels in his feet for when he needs to ZOOM.

About 7' tall, midway between Puppet and Neo.

Bonus: Two Different Human Spams

"Gary Sampson" and Sharron Ware

Mr. Sampson is a short (~4' 7"), stocky human with pale white, pink tinged skin (rosacea), hazel eyes, and thinning salt-and-pepper hair. He has high cheekbones, a long Nixonesque (former US President Richard Nixon, for clarity) nose, and wears prescription eyeglasses. His shoulders are broad and he has a notable paunch. Good old Gary from Advertising.

Sharron has heterochromatic green and violet eyes. He has navy blue/teal ombre hair and pale blue skin. (Dirty blond/auburn hair and pale white skin in the Light World.) He has softer cheekbones, ears, and a cleft chin. His nose is longer than a human's would naturally be. Stands 4' 9", a bit taller than Gary. Chubby with an average build. Assumed to be 35+ years old, exact age uncertain.

[domoron]

Elizabeth Bludhart I chapter one

Warning: English is not my first language so there might be grammar and spelling errors

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Summary: While on a seemingly normal noise complaint check-up Richard Collins meets Elizabeth Bludhart, an intriguing, yet kind woman. While forming an unlikely friendship with her, he has no idea he's getting involved in a tragic love, spanning centuries.

1946

America

A doorbell rings at a beautiful mansion. Most of it was white except for the roof which was a pale blue. Above the door was a triangle-shaped pediment depicting some kind of crest. It was upheld by two columns on either side. The rest of it was very similar to the mansions surrounding it.

The one ringing the doorbell is Richard Collins a young man working his first month as a police officer. He and his partner James Woods wait for a moment until a beautiful woman opens the door. She had straight coal-black hair curled at the ends with bangs that almost reached her eyes. Her eyes. Richard had never seen someone with such pale blue eyes. He was sure that they would almost appear white if the lighting was right. She was also taller than he was used to a woman being. Easily towering over Richard whos 5'8.

She was dressed rather simply to what he was expecting from someone living in such a house. No, it was a mansion, not a house. The woman wore a simple silk button-up blouse with a rose-red ribbon loosely tied around her neck, paired with a flowing black skirt, dark stockings, and black heels.

???: Hello. What business might you gentleman have here?

The woman said with the slightest hint of an accent that Richard couldn't pinpoint. Although he knew it sounded European. Richard was still just a rookie, barely a month on the job, so he figured he'd let James take the lead.

James: May you be Ms. Elizabeth Bludhart?

Elizabeth: Why yes. Can I help you, officers?

James: Yes actually ms. Were Officer James Woods and officer Richard Collins and we have calls of suspicious behavior in your home from your neighbor Mrs. Alice Beretts.

He said pointing to himself and Richard respectfully.

Elizabeth: Oh is that so? Well, why don't we talk about it inside?

James: Of course.

Upon entering the home Richard was quite surprised that the interior was quite dark in contrast to the building outside. The walls were a dark grey marble, while the furniture consisted of ornate victorian motifs. The chairs and tables were dark oak with silver detailing while the cushions were a delicately pattern-stitched purple. In short, the home screamed luxury.

The two men were approached by two maids. One blonde with green eyes and the other a dark brunette with almond-shaped brown eyes. Both of their hair was in buns. The weirdest part was the dead-eyed look they both shared in their eyes. They took the men's coats and hats.

Elizabeth: Amanda, would you make some tea for our guests?

Maid: Yes mistress.

As the maids took their stuff Ms. Bludhart led them to a lounge area with a round glass table that ended up to the mid-thigh when standing up. It had ornate metal detailing in the shape of roses and other flowers along its edge. There were three chairs and a couch around it. It was in an area that had a giant window overlooking a beautiful garden. Richard and James sat down on two of the three chairs while Elizabeth sat on the sofa in front of the window facing them.

As a maid brought them a tray with tea and a couple of pastries they began the discussion.

Richards pov

James: I and my partner are very grateful for your hospitality but we hope this will be a short discussion. I wouldn't want to take up more of your time ma'am.

Elizabeth: Oh don't worry about that. The days have been awfully long and boring as of late. Your visit will likely be a highlight of my day.

James: I'm sure your husband coming home would fill that spot in your day.

Elizabeth: Maybe if I had one.

She took a glance at me and my blood ran cold as ice in that single second.

Elizabeth: Enough of the chit-chat. I'm curious as to what would cause Mrs. Berett to be so concerned as to call the police.

James: She reported a multitude of people entering your estate at, an, unbecoming time" and only a handful of people exiting shortly after.

Elizabeth: I see. I believe a rather misfortunate misunderstanding occurred. You see I was taking interviews from applicants for staff positions in the mansion. I couldn't accept them all and like to test the punctuality of the applicants. That's why the gathering happened at an „unbecoming" time.

James: Just as I suspected. I hate to intrude any further but the caller did ask for a written apology so if you would be as kind. Well grab that and be on our way.

Elizabeth: Of course.

As she went to fetch a piece of paper and a pen I noticed an orange raisin gem in the tray with treats. Ms. Bloodhart set the treats for us to enjoy. It would be unusual for her not to have intended for at least one of us to partake in them. I joyfully picked it up and ate it. Unfortunately, I noticed a strange taste in it. I simply dismissed it, reasoning that they were obviously not fresh and it was probably just the staleness of the muffin.

No one pov

When Elizabeth returned, written apology in hand and the men's belongings, she smiled at the officers and offered to lead them out.

She handed them the note, along with their belongings. Both men tipped their hats and all three said goodbye.

With one last glance at Richard, she closed her door and headed to the basement.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Rhodri Rhydderch

The Ogre King of C.R.C Rhodri Rhydderch (2020)

Kirby's uncle and the brother of Hywel, Rhodri. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a goal-orientated but kind-hearted father. Don't mess with his children, especially not Fionn.

"You want your Shrek quotes, go to Fionn, not me."

Name

Full Legal Name: Rhodri Riagán Llew Cathassach Rhydderch

First Name: Rhodri

Meaning: From the Old Welsh name 'Rotri', derived from 'Rod' 'Wheel' and 'Ri' 'King'

Pronunciation: RAW-dree

Origin: Welsh

Middle Name(s): Riagán, Llew, Cathassach

Meaning(s): Riagán: From Old Irish 'Riacán', probably derived from 'Ri' 'King' combined with a diminutive suffix. Llew: Variant of 'Lleu' (Probably a Welsh form of 'Lugus', which is possibly from one of the Indo-European roots 'Lewk' 'Light, Brightness', 'Lewg' 'Dark' or 'Lewgh' 'Oath'), short form of 'Llewelyn' (A variant of 'Llywelyn' influenced by the Welsh word 'Llew' 'Lion'). Coincides with the Welsh word 'Llew' meaning 'Lion'. Cathassach: Means 'Vigilant' in Irish

Pronunciation(s): REE-a-gan. SHEW. KA-ha-sakh

Origin(s): Irish. Welsh, Welsh Mythology. Old Irish

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch' from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' Exalted'

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Ogre King, Rhodri Rhydderch

Reason: This is Rhodri's ring name

Titles: Mr

Characteristics

Age: 77

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Irish-Welsh Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: December 5th 1943

Symbols: Ogres, Ogresses, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Irish

Spoken Languages: Irish, Welsh, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius

Theme Song: 'Tutti Frutti' - Little Richard (1961-)

Voice Actor: Brendan Gleeson

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 6'0" / 182 cm

Weight: 172 lbs / 78 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: An 'Average' Spread

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 20

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Both)

Scars: Surgical scars on his back

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Naoise Rhydderch, Uinseann Rhydderch, Yorath Rhydderch, Bran Rhydderch, Delwyn Rhydderch, Fergus Rhydderch, Hywel Rhydderch, Conall Pritchard

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Grania Rhydderch

Mentor: Gearalt Rhydderch

Significant Other: Grania Rhydderch

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Gearalt Rhydderch (R.I.P, Father), Angharad Rhydderch (101, Mother, Née MacMathan)

Parents-In-Law: Arran Kavanaugh (R.I.P, Father-In-Law), Briallen Kavanaugh (R.I.P, Mother-In-Law, Née Mac Ghabhann)

Siblings: Naoise Rhydderch (80, Brother), Uinseann Rhydderch (74, Brother), Yorath Rhydderch (71, Brother), Bran Rhydderch (68, Brother), Delwyn Rhydderch (65, Brother), Fergus Rhydderch (62, Brother), Hywel Rhydderch (59, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Too Many To List

Nieces & Nephews: Too Many To List

Children: Fionn Rhydderch (47, Son), Aisling O'Hannigan (44, Daughter, Née Rhydderch), Caoimhe O'Hannegan (41, Daughter, Née Rhydderch), Uilliam Rhydderch (38, Son), Ivor Rhydderch (35, Son), Eithne O'Hannagan (32, Daughter, Née Rhydderch)

Children-In-Law: Unity Rhydderch (48, Fionn's Wife, Née Sauvageon), Keaton O'Hannigan (45, Aisling's Husband), Cadell O'Hannegan (42, Caoimhe's Husband), Whitney Rhydderch (39, Uilliam's Wife, Née Sauvageau), Oneida Rhydderch (36, Ivor's Wife, Née Richelieu), Januarius O'Hannagan (33, Eithne's Husband)

Grandkids: Rachel MacGregor (27, Granddaughter, Née Rhydderch), Bruce MacGregor (28, Rachel's Husband), Queen MacEntire (24, Granddaughter, Née Rhydderch), Coinneach MacEntire (25, Queen's Husband), Pace Rhydderch (21, Grandson), Urve Rhydderch (22, Pace's Wife, Née MacEalair), Odin Rhydderch (18, Grandson), Naomh Rhydderch (15, Granddaughter), Macy Rhydderch (12, Granddaughter), Comhghall Rhydderch (9, Grandson), Kaiser Rhydderch (6, Grandson), Jacinth Rhydderch (3, Granddaughter), Ida Scott (24, Granddaughter, Née O'Hannigan), Cillian Scott (25, Ida's Husband), Hale O'Hannigan (21, Grandson), Briallen O'Hannigan (22, Hale's Wife, Née Sangster), Gabriel O'Hannigan (18, Grandson), Faith O'Hannigan (15, Granddaughter), Eartha O'Hannigan (12, Granddaughter), Dagda O'Hannigan (9, Grandson), Cade O'Hannigan (6, Grandson), Bambi O'Hannigan (3, Granddaughter), Aaliyah Wallace (21, Granddaughter, Née O'Hannegan), Matháin Wallace (22, Aaliyah's Husband), Zayden O'Hannegan (18, Grandson), Yorick O'Hannegan (15, Grandson), Xavia O'Hannegan (12, Granddaughter), Wednesday O'Hannegan (9, Granddaughter), Vance O'Hannegan (6, Grandson), Uhtric O'Hannegan (3, Grandson), Tacey Rhydderch (18, Granddaughter), Sadb Rhydderch (15, Granddaughter), Raeburn Rhydderch (12, Grandson), Quirinus Rhydderch (9, Grandson), Paisley Rhydderch (6, Granddaughter), Olive Rhydderch (3, Granddaughter), Napoleon Rhydderch (15, Grandson), Macdara Rhydderch (12, Grandson), Lalla Rhydderch (9, Granddaughter), Kayleen Rhydderch (6, Granddaughter), James Rhydderch (3, Grandson), Iain O'Hannagan (12, Grandson) Haidee O'Hannagan (9, Granddaughter), Garnet O'Hannagan (6, Granddaughter), Fabius O'Hannagan (3, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: Craig MacGregor (7, Great Grandson), Ceinwen MacGregor (4, Great Granddaughter), Ceridwen MacGregor (1, Great Granddaughter), Donald MacEntire (4, Great Grandson), Dougal MacEntire (1, Great Grandson), Vilija Rhydderch (1, Great Granddaughter), Commgán Scott (4, Great Grandson), Alexandria Scott (1, Great Granddaughter), Orlagh O'Hannigan (1, Great Granddaughter), Gwilym Wallace (1, Grandson)

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Gearalt Rhydderch

Managers: Grania Rhydderch

Wrestlers Managed: Grania Rhydderch

Debut: 1961

Debut Match: Rhodri Rhydderch VS Gearalt Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (1961-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Rotating Punch To The Stomach, Backbreaker, Running Knee Lift, Belly To Belly Suplex, Diving Shoulder Block, Dropkick, Gorilla Press, Lariat, Scoop Powerslam, Spinning Spinebuster, Three Point Stance Tackle, Tiger Suplex

Finishers: Boston Crab, Senton, Sitout Gutwrench Powerbomb, High Angle Belly To Back Suplex

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Rhodri Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. Rhodri has a 1/8th ownership of the promotion and is the 'Ogre Style’ (Grappler) trainer. He’s Half-Irish, Half-Welsh.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[starlightmoon96]

Yandere Optimus Prime/ Yandere Megatron x OC character chapter 3

"Around six in the morning Sabina had to get up around that time to finish her painting, it took her an hours thanks to the time she send doing haft of it the other night. After she was done with the she got dressed Sabina had to dressed like she worked at a library so she wore a white long sleeve dress shirt with a black loose bow tie on it, long black dress pants and black nonskid lace shoes. For a new look she did a mini half-up space buns for her hair along with a few small braids in the rest of her hair, after putting on natural makeup Sabina wore her sapphire necklace pendent and her senior ring which was also a sapphire blue color.

"Sabina you up?" Hearing Tōshirō voice she yelled out to him as she was putting on clear lip gloss

"YEAH I'M UP, I FINISHED THE PAINTING!" Right after Sabina said that she walked out of her bedroom and to her art studio where she was Tōshirō looking at the large painting and she asked him

"You love it?"

"It's perfect, just like I pictured it." Tōshirō said that to her as he turned around and held both of Sabina's hands with his

"You really are a magnificent artist Sabina." She smiled to him as she spoke

"Oh thanks Tōshirō." As she was talking she looked over at the painting

"It's going to be another hour for it to dry, you can come back later and get it. You have a key after all don't ya?" After she said that Tōshirō kissed the center of her forehead before speaking to her

"I do, and I can wait another hour for you." Not long after that as promised Tōshirō drove Sabina to her work which was the library. Before going through the doors she waved Tōshirō goodbye as he was driving off and he was waving bye to her as well, when Sabina got in the library she was greeted by her employer and the other employees. She missed her job it was so peaceful and quiet, it was also her first real job that didn't involve art. The employee that missed Sabina the most was Adam he was a year older than Sabina, tall and well-built with short blonde hair, brown eyes and glasses. The two of them always got a long with one another, after hours of reorganizing dozens on checked in books Sabina looked through the different genres making sure they were in the right section and in alphabetical order.

"While that was going on Tōshirō was caring the large painting that was covered by a large cloth, he had made to the outside. Just before he barely tripped he saw someone holding the other end of the painting, that man was optimus's holoform ad he asked him

"Do you need help?"

"Actually I do thanks." Was what Tōshirō said to him as the two were walking to his car optimus asked him

"May I ask what this is for?" Right after he said that he got his answer

"It's a new feature for my art gallery, it'll really draw attention like all the other works."

"You're an art dealer? How long have you known the artiest?" After he said that he opened the trunk of Tōshirō car as he was helping him to carefully put the painting in there Tōshirō was talking to him

"I've known the artiest for six years, I saw her talent and she needed my help." As he was talking he closed the truck door

"So I helped her, ever since then her art just gets getting better and she's happier." Tōshirō smiled when he looked at optimus

"It sort of feels like she's like a daughter to me, anyway thanks again for your help." He said that to optimus as the two of the shock hands and optimus said to him

"Glad I was walking by." Right after he said that Tōshirō got in his car and drove off with optimus watching him leave.

"Like a daughter? I suppose I don't have anything to worry about from that human?" After he thought that to himself he started walking to the direction to where Sabina worked at

"I might as well check on her while I'm out?"

"Back at the Library, when Sabina walked out the front door she smiled with excitement. On a black Kawasaki and wearing biker's gear was Richard he revealed his face by lifted the face frame from his helmet, he was in his ate thirties dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"Evening beautiful need a lift?" He asked me that tossed a biker's helmet to Sabina she caught it and placed it on her head as she was talking

"Anytime when you're riding that bike." The second after she said that she hopping on the bike holding onto Richard before he took off with her cheering with joy, what she didn't see was the optimus's holoform saw what happened his mouth twisted and growled clenched his fists and then turned off his holoform. Meanwhile Sabina was still ride the motorcycle with Richard she watch seeing the cars and people pass by them, then she spoke to Richard

"You really surprised me?" Right after she said that she heard him say to her

"Well you said it yourself Sabina being romantic and unexpected is the key to a women's heart." That made Sabina started to giggle a little and Richard continued to speak

"Also I wanted to show you how happy I am that you're alright and not hurt. And I know how much you love riding my motorcycle. But why won't you let me get you one?" Hearing that got her a little worried she answered him when they stopped at a red light

"I'm not that type of sugar baby I told you that, I don't feel a little bad when someone gives me really expensive things. A vehicle of any kind is really too much I want to earn it, having it handed to me on a silver platter I wouldn't feel like I deserve it."

"Although I wouldn't mind motorcycle lessons? You think you can teach me?" Asking that question she heard Richard chuckle a little while he answered her

"Yeah I can, I think you'll learn easy?" When the light turned green he started driving off then after an hour of driving around Sabina was dropped off in front of her apartment, before leaving Richard kissed her forehead. Sabina waved bye to him as he drove off, not long after that she went back into her apartment to find a nicely wrapped gift on her counter along with a note on it.

"I sort of thought of you seeing this I hope you like it? Tōshirō."

"I guess I can open it later? I got to get to china town." The second she said that she quickly went to her closet, getting out a medium sized pink box. In it where items and clothes for a disguise, Sabina would normally wear it going into China town so she would be recognized. The first thing she always did where the color contacts which where brown, the next step was putting on the clothes. They couldn't stand out so she decided to go with the clothes she had to buy for the BTS concert, which was a BTS cotton printed pullover hoodie. Dark blue skinny jeans with black lace short boots the last thing was the most important, after braiding up her hair she put on a short black wig that looked real the length went to her neck. Once she put that on she colored her eyebrows black and put on glasses to completed the disguise, Sabina now looked like a completely different person which was what she wanted. Before leaving she which out her bag to a BTS support fans backpack rucksack cancas school bag, she only used cashed shopping as she was in her disguise. Also bringing her phone and apartment key, of course she called an uber driver beforehand. After getting to China town she headed to her regular book store that she goes to whenever she's in her disguise, no guy or straight guy would step foot in the type of book store Sabina went into if you know what's in it. The store was small it was in a unit suit, for a small store it was busy only woman where in the store not a single guy was in the place. Sabina was fan girl drooling as she was looking at the cover of the new issues and picking them out one by one until her backpack was full that is, they were in Japanese but Sabina knew how to read in that language so it didn't matter. Since Sabina went in that store so much the manager reserved a spot for her for the limited series and a 20% off discount, after she spend about $400 on books and putting them in her aback pack which took her a while cause she was reading some of them. Sabina left the store and it was already past 10pm it does get scary at night and since her kidnapping she always carries pepper spray on her, while waiting for her uber driver she was on alert making sure no one was going to try anything with her in any kind. Then her phone started to ring she knew the call was from Tōshirō so she answered it.

"Tōshirō? You've never called me this late before is everything alright?"

"Your father died." Hearing those three words almost shocked her and she asked

"H-How?"

"Homicide it was brought up in the New York news. I thought I should tell you?" He was speaking to her is condo complex the very nice ones, as he sat down on his couch he heard Sabina say to him over his phone

"Why would anyone want to murder him?

"If I had to guess there's only one reason why? It's the reason why and how I know you?" Sabina was almost speechless on her end of the line hearing him say that her father was the only family she had left her only blood family, Tōshirō asked her

"Do you want me to do anything for you?"

"Actually yes, I need my belongings in my old house? You think you can help me out with that?" Was her answer to him and he spoke to her

"How soon?" Where the two words he said and she answered him

"As soon as possible, there's actually a few things I need to find out what my dad had been hiding from me?"

"I'll call you as soon as I have something" that made Sabina smile hearing that and she said to him

"Thank you Tōshirō. I'll talk to you soon." With that she ended the call when her uber driver came, when she got back to her apartment she dint really have time to read her new books. She had to go to college and finish her sculpture, Sabina didn't have any classes but finishing her project was important. Of course she took out her contact lenses and her wig, putting them both back where they belong after putting on her pajama's she put her backpack on the ground near her bed.

"I wonder if I should call optimus to take me? No I don't want to waste his time? He's probably busy? I don't want to bother him."

"When the next day came Optimus was cleaning his canon, he couldn't stop thinking about the human that Sabina was with at her job. It bothered him he knew Tōshirō wouldn't be a problem after he spoke with him in his holoform, he needed to know that human's relationship with Sabina and who he was. He heard light pede-steps Optimus looked up to see Ratchet and he said to him

"Ratchet. Is everything alright?"

"In fact it is...although..." Was what Ratchet said to him he tilted his helm as he asked optimus

"Where were you yesterday I was a little concerned?" Optimus smiled his calm normal smile to Ratchet as he answered his question

"I went to pick up Sabina from her collage, I stayed for patrol. My greatest apologies for not informing you. I was so focused on it that I simply forgot." Ratchet believed him but to optimus he was surprised of himself, he wasn't known for lying he was honest and trustworthy. He stood up putting away his canon as he walked over to his Autobots they noticed him as he spoke out

"Let us aid our human allies to load necessary equipment into the plane." Not long after that they helped load the heavy equipment, they were now in the plane. The human soldiers were doing last preparations and then William Lennox shouted out

"Alright everyone, get in! Get in!" The human soldiers started to get into planes and pilots in there plane started the engine, the ramp closed and they took off. After some time they landed at their destination and exited the planes, then the soldiers got in front of then getting out devices to scan heat signatures. "Five heat signatures." One of the soldiers said Optimus then signaled his autobots and scurried forward and optimus looked over the building, it looked like an old factory.

"I shall go in first." Was what optimus said to all of them and started to walk forward. Ironhide with Ratchet walked closer and they shared a look. Lennox looked after Optimus and then at Ironhide and Ratchet.

"What the hell is he doing?" Was what lennox mouth at the two of them, Optimus peeked around the corner and saw five Decepticons standing in a circle, he wanted to step in but he kicked into a tin can alerting them. He quickly jumped in rolling behind a crate for cover, then epps said out loud

"I think this is our signal?" Optimus started to shoot too, hitting and killing one of the Decepticons. He heard another fire and my Autobots and human soldiers were shooting at them too.

"Fire! Fire!" Shouted one of the soldiers another Decepticon was shot into pieces, dead. The other three injured few of the Autobots and killed some soldiers. Third got shot into the stomach, falling to the ground, the last two stopped shooting and took cover. The humans continued to shoot but optimus's autobots stopped he waiting for one of the Decepticons to come out. After a short while, one of them did and he shot him into the head, blasting it off. The lifeless body fell to the ground and Optimus couldn't wait any longer. He leapt into action, getting close to the Decepticon and shooting him. He was dead before he hit the ground. Optimus released a puff of air and looked over them, the one that got hit into the stomach was still alive. The Autobots and the soldiers came closer and Lennox gave a gesture to halt as he spoke out.

"One of them is still alive!" Optimus crouched in front of the Decepticon and he looked at him, as he spat out energon from his mouth he spoke in their language

"That human, the one you freed." Optimus grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up as he was still speaking to optimus

"Will never be yours, Megatron has had his eyes on her for quite a while." As he was still speaking he laughed once.

"And he'll have her for himself soon enough." Just like the optimus snapped the decepticon's neck there was a shocked silence and the dull 'clang' resonated trough the building. He stood up as Ratchet was coming up to him he said his name with a worried look on his face

"Optimus?" He placed his servo on optimus's shoulder and he said to Ratchet with an unsteady tone in his voice

"Ratchet…I fear…..there's something wrong with me?"

"At Sabina's collage she finally finished her sculpture, since she didn't have classes she wore a little bit cuter style clothes. That started off with a black rabbit ear skullcap beret, an allegra K women's button decor flared hem above knee dress suspender skirt. Simple black tights and lace up boots that went to her ankles, her hair was in a fishnet braid because of her height and little young appearance she looked like she was in high school. Just as she was leaving the room she couldn't help but shake the feeling that she was being watched, Sabina still had that feeling even after leaving the building. Male students that where admires greeted her and walked with her, even talking with her and she spoke back while smiling to them. Just when things where alright it started raining that made a lot of students go into some of the buildings, Sabina watched the rain fall from the outside of a campus door. Rain was aright but she loved watched the snow fall covering the ground in pure white and when it melts it becomes spring, though it wouldn't matter but she forgot her umbrella that made her depressed as she looked down at the ground below her.

"Well someone looks depressed?" she knew who that voiced belonged too, when Sabina looked up she saw the man Tom Negan in front of using an umbrella to cover him from the rain.

"Sabina? I didn't know it was you?" Was what he said to her and she said to him

"Tom Negran? What are you doing here?" Right after she asked that he answered her

"I just got back of the college's bar, luckily I knew something like this would happen. But it would seem that you weren't so lucky on your part?" After he said that he held the umbrella above my head instead of his and letting the rain touch him.

"What? I can't take this? What about you?" When she asked that she held the handle of the umbrella as soon as Tom took his hand off it and smiled to her

"It's alright really and you can't take the risk of getting sick not with all the expectations everyone has for you." He said that as he started to walk off in the rain before he was too far he tossed an apple to her and she caught it

"Something for your troubles." Something in her head click, it was very familiar the same situation happened when she was in 8th grade Sabina knew he looked familiar and she remembered him. It took place where she was trying to shield herself from the rain by staying under a tree, when she was walking home from school.

"Great the one day I forget my umbrella, this has got to be the universe saying I should always bring my umbrella with me to school?" Right after she said that she sighed with disappointment

"Alright universe I learned my lesson."

"That's an interesting way to explain this rain fall?" Hearing that voice quickly caught her attention, of turned to her left to see an older man (which was Tom Negan at the time) not that far from her holding an umbrella above his head shielding him from the rain

"Can I help you with something?" Was what Young Caroline asked the man she was aware and alert if he tried anything, he smiled a calm non threatening smile to her as he answered her while walking up to her

"Calm yourself there's nothing for you to worry, I can assure you that." After he said that he was in front of the young girl but not too close to her, he still spoke to her

"I noticed you here and I simply got curious is all." He now held the umbrella above her head handing it too her

"I assume you need this?" She barely heisted to take the handle from his hand, she could tell something was a little off about him like he wasn't normal. Not wanted to anger him she took the umbrella from his hand and that hand gently rubbed the top of her head that surprised her, young Caroline looked up at him to see him smiling to her. The next thing he did shocked her the most he pressed his lips on her forehead my leaning down to her level, when he released his lips from her his hand moved off her head

"You also have very beautiful eyes." With that he walked off into the rain leaving her there in a very shock, surprised and embraced state to the point where her face was as red. Sabina stopped remembering she touched the center of her forehead, she remembered him kissing her forehead that started to make her blush but also confused at the same time. Then she snapped back into reality

"Oh no everyone is coming over tonight?" The second she said that she started running in the rain still holding the umbrella above her head

"I got to get everything set up for them. My books I got to put them with the others." As she was running on the sidewalk passing people she unknowingly passed optimus that was in his vehicle mood as he passed her. But optimus noticed her and her hurry that caught his inters wondering why she was in such a hurry, he managed to find her when she was waiting for the crosswalk sign to change alone with others that where near her.