#or you know in case something happens to my fucking DVD

[lyssitalennon]

just finished recording nutcracker babeyyy

[lostreverb]

lacking trust

(ralph bohner x gn!reader) in where you try to cheer up your paranoid boyfriend with a gift...

content: angst, swearing, yelling, mentions of being naked

a/n: i have so many ideas for ralph it's insane i love this man... but anyways i was hoping the gif would show what i mean when i say he blinks and twitches lmao. and uhm the context is that reader was not around when the whole hex stuff happened

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"ralph baby?" you enter the living room, placing your things down by the couch. "how was it? what did they ask?"

"it was just some kids... askin' about what it was like..." approaching him from behind, you massage ralph's shoulders, trying to ease the obvious distress in his expression.

"...just when i was praying for them to not ask about.. her, they did. like they read my mind or somethin...'"

your boyfriend reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. "at least i got something outta it..." he mumbles.

"any migraines lately?"

"this morning yeah, but it's about gone now"

throwing your arms around ralph, you lean down give him an affectionate squeeze from behind before pulling away. "well, i got you a present.."

"yeah?" his head turns to follow you.

"i know you said you were missing your blu-ray collection... and so..."

"holy shit-"

once ralph sees the DVD storage case in your arms, he excitedly grabs it out of your hands and flips through it like a kid on christmas day. you haven't seen him smile like this in so long...

then he pauses.

he pauses and he looks up at you, eyes glazed with fear.

"you went back to the house." he says, voice menacingly monotone and low.

"i- i did."

"do you know what you've done?"

"ralph-"

he stands up, grabbing a spray bottle out of his pocket, dousing you in spritz' of the rose water toner you use in your skincare routine witch repellent.

"ralph what the actual fuck!?"

he mutters to himself, looking down in thought. "this won't be enough." his gaze returns to you. "did she touch you?"

"i- well-" you stammer, still disoriented by his previous actions.

"well what? what did she do?"

"we shook hands-" you admit. ralph groans loudly and holds his head like he's heard the most devastating information. frantically you try to reassure him. "ralph she's never met me before- agatha has no reason to come looking for you. wanda's gone."

"don't say- DON'T SAY THEIR FUCKING NAMES!" the veins in his face show themselves, prominent, like they're about to burst.

feeling defensive, you scoff. "this is insane ralph! this isn't normal you're being crazy!"

"do you know what it's like to have your mind mentally fucked by two exponentially more mentally fucked women?! to be forced to do awful shit, hurt people, and not be able to do anything about it? it's not good! not fucking fun! so i'm sorry if I've been just a little crazy... i'm trying to protect us"

"i understand baby but what i'm trying to say is-"

"take off your clothes" he suddenly blurts out.

"excuse me?"

"we need to burn them. make sure she didn't get any of her witch filth on you. then you should take a shower...and wash that hand real good" he blinks a few times and twitches his head, making you frown. you've noticed that it gets worse when he gets worked up and the new quirk seems to irritate him.

"i need to wash up too..." he adds eyes wandering, rubbing his neck where you were massaging him. "can never be too sure..."

when you see the expectant look on his face, you raise an eyebrow.

"right here?"

ralph twitches and stares at you blankly, grabbing a trash bag, motioning it towards you as if to say "go on".

too tired to protest you comply and undress, taking off your jacket, jeans, and top, leaving you just in your undergarments.

you wait for his next instructions but he simply continues to give you that same expectant look.

"i don't think i need to-"

"can never be too sure" he repeats.

with a sigh, you remove the two thin fabric pieces leaving your body bare in front of him. a part of you feels a bit humiliated, and you wonder if this is how similar to how he felt under wanda's hex.

"thank you." ralph exhales. "i know what i'm asking seems extreme- i know. but the last thing i would want is for you to have to go through what i did. see- look-"

ralph undresses in front of you in the same manner. it had been months since either of you had last seen each other naked, so freely like this. you take in your boyfriend's current appearance. he had grown out his hair and beard to "disguise" himself from who knows what and his toned body had now softened with some small but noticeable pudge on his stomach (likely due to a lack of having a bowflex plus his daily physical activity being reduced to pacing around the house at odd hours). not to mention the dark and deep eyebags.

he looks different and he's gotten some new... personality traits, that's for sure, but you still loved him the same.

and you knew he did too.

--

ralph holds your (non-contaminated) hand and smirks, rubbing the back with his thumb. "maybe we should shower together. y'know save water, i could make sure you get allllll the right places when you're cleanin' up"

you roll your eyes at his perverted proposal and smile.

things would get better. you were certain.

tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath @honeymoon8 @wcnderlnds @lacucarachapisser @xrag-dollx

[tiredofthehumanlife]

You forgot to turn off the DVD player

Barbie dolls: Derek Morgan x gn!reader

Word: 800 it's a light blurb

Summary: you confess something to Derek and turns out you have one more thing in common than you thought

Warnings: mentions of Derek's fucked childhood, when I catch you carl trust you will be dealt with, you say you were sexually assaulted as a kid, I can self serve what are you going to do Abt it, Derek's sweet, it's not that wild it's just a short comfort fic for ppl (me) who relate to Derek a lil

Your childhood wasn’t exactly perfect. Usually, you were able to live without thinking of it, fully focused on the present. Recently the memories had been staining your skin and following you throughout your day. You tried to keep it to yourself but it dampened your mood. You couldn’t keep your mask on, and it was eviddent your boyfriend was starting to notice. 

Even though he was gone on cases most of the time, Derek caught on to your mood switch. You hoped he didn’t see right through you with his profiler eyes, but he kept squinting at you. 

You finally got tired of it and decided to just come clean. You thought it might be time for you to tell him anyway. So you waited for him to get home from his latest case. Your eyes got droopy but you held strong. You started a game of solitaire on the coffee table. The front door finally opened at around 2 am. You heard Derek slowly walking into the living room, dropping his bag by the door. 

“What are you doing up?” He asked. You set your cards down, pausing your game. You pulled yourself up onto the couch, patting the spot next to you. 

“I need to tell you something.” You said. Derek raised an eyebrow but still made his way to the couch. He settled next to you, reaching out for your hands. You gladly let him take them. Derek squeezed your hands, pulling them to the space between you two. 

“What’s going on?” You sighed, giving yourself a moment to prepare yourself. 

“When I was a kid..” You felt your throat close up as you thought of him leaving you for this. “I was assaulted. Sexually.” You let your words settle, trying to gauge Derek’s reaction. His eyebrows pinched and his hold on your hands tightened. He glanced down at the couch, letting out a sigh that made a tear slip past your water line. 

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Derek said. You clenched your jaw trying your hardest not to cry loudly. Derek dropped your hands, pulling you to his chest by your shoulders. He slowly rocked you side to side as cried, the memories flushing throughout your senses again. Derek hummed to you, petting the back of your head. You eventually sniffled, pulling your head over his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry I got your shirt all dirty. Are you going to leave?” You asked, you voice warbling and trembling in the air. Derek pulled back, holding onto your shoulders again. He tried to make eye contact with you but you kept your head hung low, pretending you couldn’t see his attempts. 

“Why would I leave you for getting snot on my clothes?” Derek asked, rubbing at your cheek to wipe away a tear. You fiddled with your hands in your lap, still not making eye contact. 

“Not for that. ‘cause I’m not like- I’m damaged goods. I guess. I don’t know.” You whispered, noticing the whirring of the dvd player. You should turn that off before you go to bed. Derek’s knuckle tapped your chin, turning your head away from the dvd player. He gently held your face sturdy as he made eye contact with you finally. 

“I would never leave you for something like that. That was not your fault.” You swallowed down your tears and nodded. Derek hummed, his lips twitching like they wanted to smile but something was holding them down. “I was sexually abused as a child, if we’re sharing,” Derek added, making you look up. You sighed, feeling like you went through all of that stress just to find out you had no reason to at all. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’m here if you need to talk about it or need comfort.” You said, pulling Derek’s hand to your mouth so you could kiss the back. He gave you a light smile, pulling your head to his chest again, though this time was more playful. 

A moment passed where you felt a heavy weight release off your shoulders. Derek kept littering kisses to your face, just to make you laugh. You both got adjusted to the realization settling in that you were fully comfortable with each other. You could understand one another a least a little more than the average person. 

”I love you.” Derek whispered into your temple. You hummed. 

“I love you, too. You smell like cheap hotel soap though.” You muttered, still tightly snuggled between his arms. Derek snorted at you. 

“I’ll take a shower in the morning.” You nodded in agreeance. You wiggled closer to him, rubbing your cheek on his shirt. 

“Carry me to bed.” 

“Will you pay me?” You grumbled at his answer. 

Eventually, you both did make it to bed. You both walked but you complained about it the entire time. You ignored the fact Derek smelled like a bad hotel soap, trapping him in your arms so he wouldn’t run away. Not that he’d try though. 

[hope-drunk]

- crush | a. anderson

| abby walks in on you at the wrong (or right) time

| content warning: inexperienced but not naive reader, female masturbation, oral (r receiving), strength kink kinda, pet names (sweetheart, baby), idrk this is pretty tame, probably ooc bc my first time writing abby, a lot of the word patrol

After doing a long, long day of rounds, all you wanted to do was relax. There were more infected than usual at the checkpoints. Once you finally get back to base, you’re quick to strip off your dirty clothes and take a hot shower. After you get out, you put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts.

Happy to be back in your room, you lay down, shimmying under the covers rapidly. Your muscles were heavily fatigued, and you felt drowsier with every passing minute, but you knew something that would get you to sleep even faster.

Using one hand to rub your nipple, you move the other down, teasing the seam of your underwear before sinking your hand lower to rub your clit. A soft sigh creeps out of your mouth as you feel instant relief. You speed up slightly, not wanting to rush yourself, but naturally chasing your high. While you focus on your pleasure, your mind drifts to a memory.

Abby was running her calloused hands through your hair. She had been begging to braid it for a few months, always going on about how convenient it was. You eventually caved in, you were never able to say no to her for long. While your fingers were hard at work, you imagined Abby’s, gently pulling your hair, making sure the braid was tight.

She kept complimenting you while she did it.

“Your hair is so soft.”

And also reprimanding you.

“Can’t believe you’ve never let me do this.”

You had to squeeze your legs together then, to dull the ache her words and actions were giving you. Between the thought of Abby and the pace of your fingers, the coil in your stomach was wound tight, ready to break at any moment.

“Hey, I found this mov– oh shit.”

You let out a gasp at Abby’s voice, quickly pulling your hand away from your heat and covering yourself with a blanket that had fallen off of you. Abby had her hand covering her eyes, while also facing the door that she just burst through.

“Abby! Whatever happened to knocking!” you said. You were flushed all over, embarrassed about being caught in the act. 

“I know, I’m sorry! I was excited about the movie I found; wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.” She was still facing the wall. 

“You can turn around, I have clothes on.”

She turned slowly, hand rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward motion. She stands by the door, not sure if she should go or stay, you weren’t really sure what to do in this situation either.

“What movie is it?” you say, trying to break the ice.

Abby walks over to your bed and sits down by your legs, handing you the DVD case. It was some old movie about an apocalypse.

You laugh at her. “Don’t you think it’s a bit ironic?”

“I thought that’s why it would be fun.” she says sheepishly. “Y’know, compare their apocalypse to ours.”

Your laughter intensifies, and you nod your head 

“That would be fun.”

You looked up at the same time, you didn’t realize how close you had moved to her, it felt like you were naturally pulled to her. Abby’s brows were pulled together, she had the same look on her face that she did during patrols. 

“I could help, if you want.” she says, not breaking eye contact.

“Help? With what.” you ask.

“You know, with what I walked in on.” Abby answers, no shyness left in her tone.

“Oh I don’t– Abby, I’ve never…” you say, blood rushes to your cheeks as you try not to break the intimidating eye contact.

“You don’t have to. You can tell me to fuck off right now and I’ll never speak of this again. But, I would really like to make up for ruining your orgasm.”

 Her crass language makes you impossibly redder, causing you to look away. When you turn back towards her, Abby is scanning your face for a sign. Her blue-gray eyes go from your lips to your eyes.

You feel like your throat has dried up, unable to give her verbal confirmation, you nod your head at her.

“No.” She says, taking your chin in her hand. “Need to hear you say it.”

You sit up straighter, nervous of the repercussions that these few words will have. 

“I want you to help me, Abby.”

She lets out a sigh, and pulls you in. Naturally, you let her tongue guide yours. Abby grabs your hips, pressing your body up against hers. Gently moving her kisses towards your jaw and down your neck, hitting a spot on your collarbone that has you moaning

“There it is.” she whispers.

Abby spends a few moments on that spot, long enough that you knew there would be a large purple mark there by the morning. Stopping for a second to remove your shirt, she then lays you down onto the bed. Moving her mouth lower, she keeps your legs propped open with her knee. You moan as she wraps her lips around one of your nipples. 

She comes back up to look into your eyes.

“Does that feel good?” she questions, looking down at your hips.

You cock your head at her and look down, realizing you had been grinding your leg over her knee. But she doesn’t laugh at you, in fact, she seems very serious about it all, she left no room for you to be embarrassed.

“Yeah.” you reply, barely a whisper. 

“I bet it does, sweetheart.” she says, nodding her head sympathetically before removing her leg from your heat.

You let out a light whine, as she whispers an, I know, I know, quickly removing the plaid pajama shorts you were dressed in, making a note in her head to tease you about them later. Moving her cruel kisses right above your mound, you think she’s finally about to give you what you're aching for, but instead, she moves her mouth even lower, to focus on your thighs next. You wanted to tell her to get on with it, but you couldn’t find it in you to actually say it.

Abby was so intimidating, and she always got what she wanted. After many, many, patrols with her, you knew that it was her way, or the highway. Finally, she places an open mouthed kiss to your clit through your panties before taking them off. You instinctively lift your hips for her. 

“Please.” you whimper.

“Hm? What do you want?” Abby answers, teasingly.

You move to put your hands over your face, embarrassed by the thought of begging. But Abby is quick to catch your wrists, the show of strength making you clench around nothing. 

Shaking her head at you she says,. “C’mon, shy girl, tell me what you want.” 

Wriggling your hands in her grasp, you try to get away. It was all a game to her, and it was to you, too. You knew you couldn’t get away, and you were barely trying, but it was fun to try, to pretend like you had a chance against her. Abby laughs at your weak attempt.

“Just tell me what you want, you know I’ll help you, I said I would.”

You suck in a breath. “Want you to touch me, Abs.”

It’s not loud enough for Abby’s liking, but she figures she made you wait long enough. Moving down between your thighs once again, her broad shoulders push your legs far apart, and she licks a long stripe up your cunt. You let out an inhuman groan, and Abby laughs again, sending a vibration from your cunt all the way up to your chest.

You move your hands to the top of her head, trying to grip something, but her tight braid makes it hard. Moaning as her nose bumps your clit, you feel Abby’s middle finger you, which only causes your noises to become even louder.

She comes up for a breath, her finger still steadily going in and out of you.

“What were you thinking about?” She says through panting breaths.

“What?” you question, glassy eyes coming up to meet hers.

“When I walked in on you, what were you thinking about?” She adds another finger, throwing your train of thought out the window. “Answer me, baby. I wanna know.” 

“Was– was thinking about when you braided my hair.”

Abby smirked, she knew what you were talking about. You thought she didn’t notice how quiet you got right when she started lacing her fingers through your hair. How you would only shake your head in response to her questions, and how you crossed your legs the first time she gave your head a light pull.

“Yeah? You were thinking about me while you touched your pretty pussy?” 

Whimpering, you nod your head at her. She moves back down to your cunt, sucking at your clit causing your hips to shoot up, trying to grind on her face. But Abby is quick to put her strong arm over them, forcing them down.

“Quit that.” she mumbles. The show of dominance sends a wave of arousal through you.

You didn’t know how long it had been since she had started, but it felt like it had been hours. Your head was becoming fuzzy, your hearing muffled, it felt like your ears had been stuffed full of cotton. All you could focus on were Abby’s fingers lazily going in and out of your hole, and her mouth on your clit, she gave it a quick nip with her teeth every once in a while just so she could see your hips jolt again.

You were positive you were being too loud, but you couldn’t seem to care, your stomach was in knots, the ruined orgasm from before was building up again quickly. 

“I need– I’m gonna-” you tried to finish your sentence, but nothing worthy was coming out.

Abby took her mouth off of your cunt.

“I know, it’s okay. Let go for me, baby. Let it all out.” She says, kissing your cheek and forehead.

Her words send you flying over the edge. Abby connects her lips with yours, muffling your moans. You were floating, your vision stark white. When you came back down, Abby’s fingers were still moving inside of you. Groaning, you try to push her away.

“Alright, okay, I’m done, promise.” 

Abby removes her fingers and you let out a weak sob, she was quick to shush you, planting another kiss on your jaw before leaving the bed. You watch her go into your bathroom to find a towel to clean you up with. Once she was satisfied with her work, she moved in beside you, murmuring small praises the whole time. She showed her strength once more by propping your fatigued body on top of hers, quickly grabbing a blanket to cover you both up with. 

“Thank you.” you whisper, looking up at her from your position on her chest, your shyness naturally creeping back in.

 Giving you a small smile, she kisses the top of your head.

“It was only right. Couldn’t just ruin your night like that now could I? We’ll talk about this later, get some rest.” Abby says quietly, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

With that, you drift off, feeling content in her arms.

[camillecrellin]

Video Store — Angela Giarratana

Synopsis: You owned a video store. Spencer Agnew's favourite. He constantlly mentions it to his coworkers. What happens when Angela and Chanse pay the store a visit?

A/N: The synopsis is shit, I'm soo sorry. I hate this but please request some Angela/Smosh/Starkid stuff. I need to get my hyperfixation out somehow.

Word Count: 670

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

Owning a business wasn’t easy. Especially for a dying media, but films and music were your passion. And so, when your mum passed, she left you her old corner store, which after a year long renovation you turned into what it was now. Your very own video and film rental shop.

Instead of Streaming was the name. A simulacrum of the past where you could rent or buy films, music, and video games.

And because of the niche need for physical media anymore, you knew almost everyone that came into the store. There was no way around it. You liked it. Despite not being a very social person, you knew that the people that shopped at your store shared the same interests.

Spencer Agnew was one of these people. A self-proclaimed film and video game nerd, he would come into your store about once a week to look over your new stock. And every now and then he’d bring people in from his work. Some of them even becoming regulars as was the case with Shayne and Damien.

Humming along to the sounds of Iggy Pop over the speakers, you went about your day refilling shelves to an almost empty store when the bell rang, signalling that someone was here.

Looking up you smiled at the two customers as the entered the store with wide smiles on their face. “Holy fucking shit this is soo cool.” The brown-haired girl gushed.

“Thank you, Spencer.” The man, who came in with the girl, sang making you quietly laugh to yourself.

“You’re Spencer’s friends?” You asked.

The pair looked to each other before the boy said, “You know him?”

“Yeah, I own this place.”

“Oh my God, you’re Y/n!” The girl squealed as she held onto the guy’s arm. Composing herself, she looked to you and continued. “Sorry he’s talked about you before; this place is like his man cave.”

“Oh yeah.” You chuckled. “I know.”

“If you need any help, just ask me.” You said, turning back to replenish the stock. “It’s 2 for 1 on the VHS’ but we rent VCR players assuming you don’t have one still.”

“Do you have any musicals?” The girl asked, making you whip back around to face the pair.

“Musical movies are just here, and the cast recordings are up the stairs with all the other music. We have them on vinyl, cassettes, and CDs.” You pointed to the locations.

“You really know your stuff.” The girl chuckled in an almost awe like way.

“Yeah, I love movies and I got a film degree so I guess I should do something with it.” You smiled at the girl, who nodded and walked over to the musical section of the DVDs.

It was around 10 minutes before the pair retreated, the guy having obviously embarrassed his friend as she seemed more on edge and nervous than before.

Carrying the MTV Legally Blonde proshot and the musical Nine, the girl came up to the counter.

Walking up to the checkout, you smiled. “Just those?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Good choice.” You said, scanning the DVDs your hand reaching for a paper bag. “Well actually I haven’t seen Nine, but it looks decent.”

“Neither have I but it says it’s Italian so…”

You raised your eyebrows, making her friend speak up, “She’s Italian.”

Laughing, you looked down in embarrassment, “I should’ve guessed.”

Bagging up the items, you set up the card machine, telling the girl the price before she paid. As you went to hand her the bagged DVDs, your hands brushed, a blush creeping onto your face.

Gaining a small confidence, the girl spoke. “I’m Angela by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Angela.” You smiled as you gazed into her eyes before quickly realising that she came with a friend. “Both of you…”

“Chanse.” He introduced himself.

You thanked Chanse with a nod before turning back to Angela, “You should come here more often. I can give you some recommendations.”

Angela agreed, biting her lip. “I will.”

[skele-bunny]

What would happen if Dew never woke up from his coma? What about Calida? :( Will she be okay? I need to knoww!!

You're terrible. /Aff

On DVD. (CW) Aether/Dewdrop/Mountain

CW - Death, light mention of suicidal thoughts, talk of pregnancy from assault, implications of past abuse (#memories warning tag!)

Tags: Heavy Angst/Heavy Comfort, fluff, Step-Dad Aether, Step-Dad Mountain

Characters: Dewdrop, Aether, Mountain, Calida (Kit), Misc Ghouls.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats ! This is a fluff story I prommy)

The day Dewdrop accepted the proposition, as if he really had a choice, to be the next elemental transition a fate had been sealed. One that he and his mates at the time weren't aware of. One that damned his only kit along with it. Sure, Dewdrop was a runt. But he fought like no other. He fought as he was burned from the inside out. He fought as his body broke in both physical and mind. He fought as tears went down his face and eyes rolled back once it was done.

He knew he had to fight to go back to his newborn kit, just bare of 6 months old. To go back to his mates and pack that loved him and her so very dearly. Zephyr, Aether, and Mountain were nothing but smiling faces in his head as he'd push through screams, the occasional flash of his daughters little hand wrapped around his claw.

So when a knock at the den door came, followed by the news that Dewdrop couldn't fight anymore as Aether held Calida so tightly in his arms—Something in them all broke. Something that could never be fixed. While screams and sobs wracked the three, Aether looked down to see a fourth one had joined, Calida confused just as much as them.

No one knew how to raise a kit, especially now that her mother was gone. Struggling with their own grief and loss, they didn't know how to handle her own loss and care.

There were times Mountain would be in her nursery, holding the sleeping infant while he stifled his sobs and occupied his mind to soothe the kit to avoid the thought of letting his own vines wrap around his airways. He held her so tightly, pushing his nose against her cheek and chest just like he did the day Dewdrop let him hold her for the first time. She smelled and looked just like him... Black bundle of hair on her head, sweet eyes and nose that scrunched with a smile, how her focus would be on the sound of music that they'd play for her.

But within their misery came more anguish in the form of fights. Arguing over Calida's care, frustration, and exhaustion in their eyes. Topics ranging from the other not attempting to help, to even Calida not accepting her bottles. So, so many fights over her. But it was never the kit's fault. Never.

When Ifrit had finally decided to show his face in the sadistic way of trying to pick Calida up from her crib, Aether lost his shit. Shoving the fire ghoul away and standing protectively in front of the pink painted wood.

"Get the fuck away from her." Was all he could manage, fangs bared and snapping his jaw.

"She's my kit."

He scoffed, "Really? There's no claim on her wrist to prove that."

Ifrit and Aether had gotten into each other's face, noses touches and their own growls being passed back and forth. "You know damn well she's mine—"

"Oh, I know. I know all about it. Which proves to me you'll be anything but her father as long as I'm around. As long as Mountain is around. We both fucking know, so unless you want to contest just how you're her father, you're not going anywhere near her."

Ifrit let out another low growl before finally stepping back, smoke escaping his nostrils. "Then she's your fucking problem."

"Gladly, you deadbeat bastard."

That was the last time Ifrit came around after that, dragging Zephyr away in the process. They didn't hold any ill will to their air element packmate, they didn't know what Dewdrop had confessed to Aether and Mountain, all they knew was their bonded mate had severed the pack and chose him. Zephyr would always be welcomed around, no matter the case. Dew loved them, even when Zephyr squealed how they had bonded to the fire ghoul, Dewdrop loved them with everything. So, they did as well.

It was just them three, now. Settled in a much too big den for a much too small family. Aether and Mountain whispering back and forth before agreeing on two things:

Together, they'd raise Calida and claim her as theirs.

Then, they'd do everything in their power keep the last piece of Dewdrop alive.

That they did.

Many nights of trial and error, confiding in Special and Mist for help, figuring out how to take 'shifts' and still manage their daughter, and more importantly snapping their jaws at the clergy higher-ups that became uncomfortably interested in the fire ghoul kit.

But they succeeded. Calida was the best thing in their lives, loving waking up to little hands and teeth over their arms and stomach, the soft babbles and laughter she gave with such rosey cheeks.

When she had turned a year old, Aether had mumbled to himself and wished that Dewdrop could see her birthday. Just that single line reminded him of three DVDs he had burned just a bit after Calida was born. He kept Calida on his lap while the small family had an impromptu movie night, Mountain curled up with them as they watched.

"What are you doing?" The camera was pointed at the floor before raising, Dewdrop's face becoming obvious with a curious look.

"I'm taking a video! You know, memories!" Aether came from behind the phone, laughing. "I read in this baby and me article about this mom who made videos for her son and gave them to him when he turned an adult."

Dew's face softened. "Aww! Okay, okay, fine... What should I do?"

"I'd say just talk to older Calida! Tell her your thoughts, all that jazz."

His gentle laughter followed, the camera following Dew as he placed his newborn on the changing table—then moving to only focus on Dew's head. "Okay, well... Calida, sweetheart, I don't know what you've been eating besides my milk, but you are the stinkiest child I have ever come across. And that's already a low number as is!"

"Oh don't be mean! She's just a baby!"

"I'm not! I'm making sure her future partners know to not give this girl spicy foods because I don't even dare to imagine that smell!"

Aether laughed again. "What a terrible first video." He teased.

"How are you going to show her these?"

"Probably just burn them on a CD. Delta showed me how."

The camera went back into focus on the two as Dewdrop held up his daughter, the water ghoul making plane noises as he carefully swayed her to the camera lense to show off her face. The video ended, and the next one started.

The two ghouls had started both laughing and crying, Calida snuggled between both of them as she silently watched, chewing her hand. They went through hundreds upon hundreds of videos on all three CDs, Calida falling asleep just a bit into the second. For a moment, everything felt okay as they heard Dewdrop's voice, seeing his face, and that beautiful smile they missed with everything in their hearts.

"We have to save these..." Aether mumbled as the final video ended, pausing on Dewdrop's sleeping face as Calida was drooling on his chest.

Through the years, Calida would watch the CDs with her fathers, little tail wagging as when she'd get older she'd sit right in front of the TV.

"Okay, if you could say anything to Calida, what would you?" Mountain asked, in the frame as Dew was pressed to his chest, Aether again behind the phone.

"I'd tell her thatt..." Dew hummed, thinking for a second. "I'd tell her that she's the most loved little girl in the world. That she has her mom and three others that would tear apart the planet for her if she so asked, and that she's also spoiled rotten from her Grandpa Terzo." He giggled. "What about you?"

Mountain answered quickly. "I'd let her know that she is, in fact, spoiled. Have you seen that girls closet? She has more toys and clothes to last her over a decade."

"You're so dramatic!"

"But! I'd also tell her how lucky she is to have a mom like you."

Dewdrop let out a small 'aww', leaning back to let Mountain press his lips close with a smile. Aether turned the camera to himself.

"Why you two are sucking each other's faces off—Calida, you are the prettiest thing I've ever seen. You have so much ahead of you, and I'm honored that I'll get to be a part of your world while you grow up. You're so loved and cared for, and I know I speak for all of us on that."

The water ghoul whined off-screen, a pillow being thrown at Aether in frame. "Just have to out-do us every time, don't you!" He teased.

Even as Calida grew, the new pack once more, and a new Papa had taken over with things changing—The DVDs never did. It never altered, never left. When the day Calida came of age arrived, Mountain and Aether had excused the small family from the common room, being waved off by the others, to sit in the Earth's room.

"There's something me and your father want to show you." Aether smiled, letting Mountain lay down as Calida instinctively laid in his arms.

She had watched with curiosity as a CD labeled 'Big Girl Birthday' was pulled out and slid into the DVD player Mountain had in his room. He double checked the player before quickly joining on the bed, snuggling their daughter together.

The camera was shaky, silent curses being thrown before the phone was propped up to show just Dewdrop in his room. He looked at the screen before smiling as the phone indicated it was recording.

"Hi, Calida! It's me, your mom." Dew exhaled. "It's currently... 3 a.m., and you're a little fussy from gas but I just got you calm and to bed. Uhm... I wanted to make a video by myself, for you. I'm not as good as Aether and Mountain but, hopefully I get it done right!"

He pulled over a piece of paper. "I thought really hard on what I wanted to say, what I wanted to tell you... I'm still going to be scrambled but—Hopefully this helps."

"Calida, you were born November 3rd of 2017, and ever since then you've made my life perfect. I won't lie to you, you came from a very dark place. But from that dark place, you lit everything up, and that is not a fire pun—Haha... You've given me so many new reasons to live, to love, and find happiness in my life. When I first held you while in the back of the tour bus I hope you'll get to experience, I remember just looking at your chubby face, and although you were covered in blood and so many other things, I knew right then and there that you were love embodied."

"I was so scared of what the future held for us. I was a runt back in the pit, I never expected myself to have a child, and I didn't know how to raise one. We went through so much together, and we still are, with the promise of more in the future. But I knew everything would be okay as long as I had you. That no matter what obstacle, we'd manage to get through."

The lamp on Dewdrop's desk reflected enough to show tears slowly misting his eyes. "Right now, you're the apple of quite a few peoples eyes. There's your Uncle Aether, and Mountain, Auntle Zephyr, Auntle Phil, and Grandpa Terzo... Then me. We love you all so, so much. We all can't wait to watch you grow and see who you become, especially me. I've been fantasizing about when you're older. Getting to show you how to swim, showing you how to play guitar, your first birthday, and everything beautiful this world has to offer for my equally beautiful daughter."

Dew chewed his lip before putting the paper down, wiping his eyes and regaining himself the best he could. It took him a moment before looking at the paper again. "Sorry. Ahem, so that's why I decided to start a little jar. A savings jar, to be specific, so I can buy you your first guitar. I spent hours thinking of when it would be the proper age to get you one, but I'm sure through all the years you'll have plenty to practice with but—permanently own? That's why I decided to give both this video and jar on your eighteenth. You've grown up so much, and I'm happy to know I get to see your face when you watch this and realize."

"I love you, Calida. That will never change. Even if somehow, we're separated, I will always be right there with you. Cheering you on, loving you every second of the day and night, and staying right by your side. Lilith only knows the day I'll have to make a video when you get courted for marriage! Haha, but, yeah... Happy birthday, my sweet girl."

The screen paused on Dewdrop reaching forwards to end the video, and sobs weren't unheard from the small family. Calida leaned towards Aether, being hugged tight from both sides, her shoulders bouncing with each heavy cry. Mountain kissed the side of her head, eyes squeezed shut as he laid his chin between her horns.

Choking on his words, Mountain spoke up. "We never stopped saving for him."

It gave Aether a moment to hug Calida again before slowly slinking away, opening the closet and reaching far into the back. He pulled out a flower vase that had 'Calida's First Guitar Fund!' written in Dewdrop's handwriting. He handed it over carefully, letting his daughter hug it tightly.

Her voice was so soft, looking up with wet eyes. "Can we go see mom...?"

With a few more minutes of hugs and replacing pajamas, the trio found themselves walking outside near the lake to a crevice that now had a headstone next to the entrance of an underwater cave.

Calida kneeled down, hand touching over her mother's name, smiling somewhat. "Hi mom... I got to watch my birthday video today."

Aether and Mountain stood back, hands held tightly as they continued to silently cry.

"Thank you for the birthday gift," She leaned down, kissing the cold stone. "Gonna play every day for you. I promise. I know you're going to tease every mess up I do, but hey! That's part of it, isn't it?"

She continued talking to the grave, Aether and Mountain eventually joining her and sitting peacefully while they rambled about what guitar options there was to choose from, and what they did for her birthday—all to an unseen ghost who couldn't drop his smile.

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 14

-

"I'm screaming like a kettle on a stove.  you cranked the heat up. I was cold, my past grew mold around my heart."

-

yet again, my parents fought. I played on my gearboy, which was really sal's that he had accidentally forgotten at my house. it was early in the morning, and I'd still be asleep if it weren't for their loud arguments. but the yelling quickly turned into ghosts and echoes of whispers. I rushed to the stairs to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"you know I didn't mean for that to happen, for fucks sake." my dad said roughly.

"well it did and there's no changing that. more importantly, we have to tell Y/n."

my father ran his hands down his face, stretching his skin before sighing. "she's too young, she won't understand.

my mom looked as if she was about to protest, but decided against it. she turned away, mumbling profanities under her breath.

-

the sun had just begun to set. I was on the phone with ash as she gossiped to me about Larry.

"y/n!" she groaned. I could hear rustling on the other side of the phone. "Ben! get out of my room!"

"Hi, ben!" I called through the phone to ashes little brother.

"ben!" I sang. "come back!"

"coming!" he giggled. "hiya, y/n! when are you coming to see me again?"

"Really soon. how about tomorrow?" I offered.

I heard a squeel on the other line. "okay, yay!"

" Okay he finally left." ash groaned. " Anyway, larry has been texting me nonstop since the night at the party! I think he's been flirting too. He called me beautiful!"

"he's so into you. I can tell." I smirked, happy my friends were finally realizing their amazing chemistry.

"Ugh, y/n, don't get my hopes up." she replied, sounding extremely disappointed.

"No, I'm not trying to. this is such a romcom movie scene. I love it." I giggled.

"Shut your face." I could hear the metaphorical eyeroll in her voice.

"I'm not wrong!" I sang once more. my phone buzzed in my hand; I quickly put ash on speaker and opened the notification.

sal: 'I got ur fav snacks'

sal: 'Comes over nd watch movies w me? :)'

me: 'duh, be there in 5 babe'

"Anyway, you should definitely try to find out how Larry feels about me like really." she sighed.

" I'll go see him tomorrow. sal asked me to come over." I giggled.

"go get that dick, girl! and make sure to get me some too."

" I will, oh my God. don't worry. You're pretty little head. Bye ash."

"Bye, y/n/n!" She replied before hanging up the phone.

I picked myself up and changed into something comfortable. As well as grabbing the things I usually did when staying the night at sals. To say I ran next door was an understatement. I knocked on the door and heard sals swift but steps inside the apartment.

"Hi." he greeted, excitement in his tone.

"You know, you didn't have to bribe me to come over with snacks." I grinned as I looked up at him.

"Seemed like my best option," he replied sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up." I rolled my eyes and walked inside.

"Scream?" He offered, going through the bin of cds.

"The first one?"

"Obviously, that's the best one." He said, picking up the case and setting it on the coffee table. the coffee table had a few snacks, some of my favorites, and some of sals.

"How'd you get all of this shit?" I questioned him.

"I was bored and went to help Lisa for fun, I didn't want anything in return but she paid me."

"sal fisher cleaning for fun?" I snorted.

"you were asleep, Larry was asleep, my gearboy needs new batteries, ash was babysitting her brother, Todd and Neil were on a da-"

"okayyy, I get it." I draped a blanket over my legs. dal set a few more DVDs out before starting scream.

he jumped onto the couch next to me, stealing majority of the blanket. "hey!" I giggled as sal nuzzled into me. he adjusted the blanket to cover both of us and grabbed the bag of cool ranch doritos before taking off his prosthetic and munching. "you're in a good mood today." I mentioned.

"I'm glad you came over. that's why." he shook his head to remove the bangs from his eyes.

"Yeah, right. we always see each other. what's so special about today?" he shrugged. "mhm." I rolled my eyes. "You're hiding something."

"nuh uh." sal replied with a sly smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

-

"oh my god, I love billy." I muttered.

"oh em gee! yes girl! skeet Ulrich is so hot!" sal said his his gay ass voice that he loves to do. I'm sure he picked it up from Todd.

"he is! just like you." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"that's so cheesy." he squinted his eyes.

"you're cheesy all the time." I whispered, running my fingers through his soft cerulean hair. he hummed.

I sat, leaned against the arm rest, my legs draped to the side. sal sat comfortably behind me, one arm around me and the other on me. the fuzzy blanket, which happened to be the same one from the night my parents fought, was wrapped comfortably around the two of us.

we watched a few more movies, which resulted in losing track of time. I was nearly asleep on the couch when I felt my phone vibrate. I practically jumped out of my skin.

"Jesus fuck." sal muttered, rubbing his eye.

I opened my phone to be greeted by a message from Larry. it was in out group chat, named the 8 Faggoteirs.

lar: 'yo I'm having my bday prty early cuz of school'

lar: 'u guys wanna go 2 lazer tag next wknd?'

eventually, sals phone buzzed too.

me: 'duh'

I quickly glanced at the time. my stomach fell through my ass whenever I realized it was close to midnight. "shit." I mumbled. "sally, I gotta go- I didn't tell my mom I was staying the night or anything."

"fuck, sorry, love." sal said weakly.

"no, it's ok, babe." I slightly smiled, placing a kiss on his lips.

he pulled me back in, gripping my waist tightly. unsure of his footing, he slightly wobbled. I laughed quietly against his lips, keeping them against mine. his lips glided against mine perfectly, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me. his thumbs rubbed my sides gently as he smiled.

"stop trying to convince to stay." I smile.

"fine." he frowned, which was an extremely forced and sarcastic frown. "I really thought it'd work, though." to say he flipped his frown upside down was an understatement.

"I'll see you in the morning, okay?" I grabbed his hand. sals gaze softened.

"okay, sleep well."

"okay," I mocked. "we can text, you know."

"okay," he repeated, his brows knitted. "I didn't think about that."

"okay, well, I'll text you when I'm out of the shower."

"or ill text you while you're in the shower." sal smirked.

"you're so weird, oh my god." we walked to my apartment. there was a smiling air about us.

"I'll make sure to text you goodnight if I fall asleep before you get out." sal smiled, eyes squinting from behind his prosthetic.

"okay, babe." I grinned. "were such a- what's the word? hm, I guess a cliche movie couple. you know what I mean?"

sal laughed and placed a prosthetic kiss on my forehead. "yeah, goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too, stupid."

I walked inside. the apartment was pitch black. it felt like I was walking into something not all that great.. the dim light of the TV was the only way I could see around. from behind me, heavy breathing got progressively closer to me. a strong hand gripped my shoulder and whipped me around.

"y/n, where were you?!" my dad spat, his breath smelled strongly of alcohol.

"I was at sals." I muttered, annoyed that my father was drunk. he was dangerous when he was drinking. not as much physically, but he could mentally ruin me for weeks on end without realizing it.

"you need to fucking tell me when you're going to be out late with your boyfriend. I can't believe I raised a skank." he mumbled.

"how does staying at my boyfriends apartment a little late make me a skank?" I sassed. he mumbled something inaudible. "what'd you say?"

"y/n, shut the fuck up before I slap the shit out of you."

my face felt hot as I made my escape to my room. I shakily gathered my shit I sleep in and ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror with my glossy eyes, fighting back tears. I turned on the shower, making sure it was a scorching hot temperature because honestly, there's no better way to shower. I quickly undressed and stepped in, choosing to sit and sulk in the water. I felt like I didn't deserve sal, maybe I was really just a skank. the water pounded against my back as I listened to the sounds around me- the light across the room occasionally flickering which made a clicking noise, the draining of water from the neighbors house, the way my father was outside banging on the bathroom door-

"y/n! hurry your ass up! don't be in there forever!" he yelled.

"d/n! for fucks sake, leave the poor girl alone!" I heard my mom's groggy voice call from their room.

"I've been in here for like 5 minutes!" I argued, which made him grunt and walk away.

I hurriedly washed my body and hopped out. I grabbed my phone and texted sal.

sal: 'hiiiiii <3' he had sent about 7 minutes ago.

me: 'hey' I texted back with a small smile. 'ur still up, right?'

sal: 'ya wyd' I smiled, sitting down on my bed.

me: 'abt 2 lay down, u?"

sal: 'thinking about u'

me: 'omg sal lol. I'm soooo tired'

sal: 'go 2 bed luv.'

my heart fluttered. it was like I still had a huge crush on sal. I mean, of course I did. yet, I'll never get used to him flirting.

me: 'ily goodnight u get sum sleep 2"

sal: 'ilym.'

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I got a comment on the one YR fic I posted, from another swede who told me this was the only YR fic they have read, simply because they knew I was swedish and were afraid that non-swedes would fuck up swedish words if they wanted to include them or get something wrong about just swedish culture in general.

And I really got where they came from, because once it is about your country you get really gatekeepy about it and be more afraid someone would write something "inaccurate". Because it can just itch in your fingers when you see something you know is wrong and you just wanna go correct it but you can't.

But I also need to realize that 98% of the fics that I write do not take place in Sweden at all, but in completely other countries, some of which I have never even been in. Especially in regards to dcla fics - I love writing for them, but I also do have to realize I am coming from the other end of the world when I write them. I don't share a culture with any of the characters. I love them and I know them well, but I can still tend to write from a foreign perspective. Sure, most fics is just focused on the characters in situations that really can happen anywhere in the world, but sometimes I also need to double check with research about Argentinean culture, especially regarding school systems, and very often weather - Argentina is in the southern hemisphere and Sweden is in the northern hemisphere, which means it's the opposite season there. So I know that I cannot write that it snows in January, because it doesn't over there, even if it does where I live. They have summer vacation in January over there. I even research for media references; I had to google if the moomins anime ever aired in LATAM so that I could know if I could let the characters reference it or not (the answer was, YES, it did, but only in the 90s. Which means, the Violetta characters might have been more familiar with it, while the SL characters might have not, unless they owned it on VHS. I have yet to confirm if they did get a vhs or dvd release, but due to spanish dubbed eps being easy to find I assume so. That, or people just taped it. However, the european characters from the shows might have known about it more).

And I am sure that, just like I always feel hesitant when non-swedes write fics about a place taking place in Sweden, I am sure some argentineans and latin americans in general can feel the same about me when I write a fic taking place in Argentina.

Also, while I try to carefully research when it comes to most countries, I do not care a single bit when I write fics taking place in America. I legit just let the characters use the metric system and celsius because I refuse to use anything else. I also don't really care if something is "not a thing" there, because it is now in my fic! And it's possible I display a very inaccurate description of american culture because of that. The thing is, I would be a bit peeved if someone did that in a fic taking place in Sweden, so it's very hypocritical I'd do that specifically with America in this case. Even if, you could argue, it's very different as America is everywhere all the time, and... Sweden is this small country in Europe that a lot of non-nordic people don't know that much about. But still.

And that's also a thing: Sometimes when you write a fic taking place in another country, you get the idea that characters would do something that is "not a thing" over there, but you just wanna put those characters in that scenario anyway. And that's ok! In the end, we write what we ourselves are familiar with. Every time I write a fic where someone goes on vacation, they go on vacation to places I've personally been to myself, just so I can accurately portray it. I remember seeing something about YR, where someone imagined a scenario at the school and how the characters would handle it. And the person started it by saying "I think this probably is not a thing at swedish schools, but-", and I remember still itching my fingers because I was like "yeah, it is not!! It's inaccurate, it would never happen!!!" - but then I realized... hey, it's just a scenario? It doesn't have to be accurate to how it is irl. Especially as they started with saying "I think this is probably not a thing there". We all go from our own experiences. I have references to media that might not at all been popular in the countries of the fics I write, but I personally thought it would be funny to reference it. And sometimes you might not feel like researching (especially with media references), because you just want to decide that a character somehow knows it anyway.

I made this post mostly to tell myself this, but it's really for everyone who has felt similar to me in fics taking place in their country: I know it's so easy to be afraid that foreigners will not portray it accurately, especially when there's not that many things from your country that is that popular to begin with. You wanna make sure it's made right. But it's also just fanfiction. And you do the same thing when you write fics taking place in other countries. People may not always portray it as accurately, but it's JUST A FIC. They had an idea they wanted to explore, just let them do it. We shouldn't gatekeep people from writing just because it doesn’t take place somewhere they have been to. It should be fun to write fics.

I also want to assume that, if there's something someone is unsure of, they might not put it in. And if they do, then there's a high chance they have tried to research it as good as they could. Unless they actively disrespect a culture or intentionally write something offensive, just let them have fun (although, if they write something offensive or disrespectful, even if it wasn't the intention, do call them out)

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 34: Stay Safe

I closed my eyes. Deep breath in and long breath out. The plane's take-off was swift and easy. Albert squeezed my hand, "If I had to guess Vladimir had done something to make you hate flying my dear?"

"Very much, my love," I sigh laying my head on his strong chest, "he made me an unwilling member of the mile-high club after the Rockfort Island incident. It was less than pleasant."

"I know dearheart, however, I promise you. It will never happen again my precious lotus." Albert said reassuringly.

"Are you sure that Chris will receive the message?" I asked staring down at my hands.

"I'm sure love, I even made sure to instruct Mr. Coen where to deliver it to. " he sighed placing n g his hand gently on my head," there is no need to worry dearheart. I am sure that Chris will back off." Albert said stroking my hair

"Thank you Wesk" I smiled up at him.

"It was your idea my lotus, but for right now we should worry about my sister and why she would want to destroy Pheonix Corps. After all my dear, you and your people are a valuable asset to me" Albert said removing the armrest and placing me next to him.

"I know love." I cuddled up to his arm, "I can't help but feel bad for O'Brian."

Albert chuckled sadistically, rubbing my hair more," Why do you not rest up my dear."

"I have something I need to check on something before we start to work on my research into the angelis virus," I said pulling out my laptop.

"Why not check on your idiot brother? It might ease your mind my lotus." Albert said kissing my lips.

I let out a small chuckle, "Alright then my love, but you keep your eyes closed, I have to keep my access to the B.S.A.A network a secret."

"Of course dearheart, I'll go fetch us some water," Albert said walking away.

I quickly typed up my password, pulling up the B.S.A.A. cameras and network. Clive was walking over to Chris holding a small box, my heart dropped "Here we go."

/Chris P.O.V.\

Clive walked up to my desk.

"Clive, what's wrong?"I asked seeing a sour look on his face.

"You got a package, Redfield. it was delivered by one of the Phoenix Corps. Agents.

"I'm not really in the mood, Clive," I sigh "Since she sent one of her agents I'll take it though."

"I think it's from him, Chris," Clive said looking at me dead in the eyes.

I ripped open the package and there was a disk in a case and a small package wrapped in pink and light blue paper.

Turning the disk case over," from t,".

"I highly doubt that Chris, please be careful," Clive said.

I placed the disk in the DVD drive of my computer.

Clive looked shocked," is that agent Tabitha."

"Hello there Chris, It appears you found out what I have been looking for." Wesker said holding a S.T.A.R.S. knife, "Look, Chris, it's your sister, my wife"

I stared in shock at what I saw.

It was T, she was naked and collared kneeling on a floor. Wesker's hand held a chain leash. My sister was blindfolded before my greatest enemy.

"NO! T!" I slammed my fist on my desk.

"I'm sorry Chris he found out I contacted you." T was sobbing as wesker slashed her back with his knife.

"It brings me such pleasure seeing and hearing her cry out in pain," he laughed

"CHRIS PLEASE HIC HELP ME. I CAN'T NOT AGAIN. PLEASE ALBERT HAVE MERCY ON ME." She cried out in agony.

"Be quiet my dear you deserve this for being such a naughty girl. Listen to her, Chris! She is begging for a savior knowing no one is coming for her, not even you, her hero brother who saved her from Russia." Wesker's voice sounded like he was in pleasure and I heard a weird buzzing sound, a vibrator.

Damn you Wesker she is your wife!

"Mmmm Her screams, cries, and moans are music to my ears." He laughed wickedly with a lash to her breast.

"Chris please help me. Ahh gods damn you Wesker. Chris, I'm what he wanted! Don't forget me please." She cried

"the sounds echoing off these walls are a masterpiece," wesker said laughing louder.

"AHHHH FUCK! PLEASE WESK DO NOT DO THIS." T moaned out from another lash.

"And this is on someone I once loved, Chris. Imagine if I got my hands on Claire. That would be most men's dream fucking two sisters at the same time." Wesker continued to laugh as he pulled on the leash attached to T's neck " Memorize my dear pet's face and body, Chris. This will be the last time you see her. Oh don't worry I'll take extra good care of your sister, she will make a lovely pet for me."

He held the knife to her throat as she screamed.

Clive took the disk and smashed it on the floor, "that was horrifying for me I can't imagine how you feel Redfield."

"I'm overwhelmed, Clive. This makes me feel awful for not stopping her." I said crying in a blind rage.

"What's in the cute box?" O'Brian asked pointing the the small box on my desk.

"No clue." I opened up the box and instantly felt nauseated, pregnancy tests. Why would he send me pregnancy tests? Unless he intended to.

"O'Brian I think he's going to knock up my sister!" I shouted throwing my cheap-looking desk from Ikea. The computer and family photo on my desk were trashed.

"Chris go home and calm down you will be a help to no one as an angry mess. Until we have the resources to save her I am marking her as a prisoner of Wesker's. I'm sorry Chris you may want to go home and call Claire, Barry, or someone." Clive said rubbing my back.

"You're right I'm no use to anyone here right now" I sigh picking up the photo from the floor a Crack formed along T body almost hinting at her fate.

I walked off, over to the staircase that excited the office. Once I got to the stairwell I closed the door behind me slamming my fist on the concrete wall as the image of her nude body flashed across my mind. I can't abandon her again but at the same time Clive was right we didn't have enough men or resources to save her, just stay strong t.

Damn, I need a stiff visit with my friend Jack Daniel's since I'm out of Johnnie.

"Please T, just stay safe for me. I can't lose anyone else." I choked out behind my angry tears.

Wesker, you will pay! I'll make sure of it.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and boy do I have a lot of work to do. I was in a mental hospital and got a lot of writing 72 pages to be precise done. All for re arch angel my thanks go out to my treatment team and nurses who all encouraged me while I was in there. Thank you for reading my name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away 🪷

[adultswim2021]

Titan Maximum #1: "Pilot" | September 27, 2009 - 11:30PM | S01E01

Ah, thank goodness I’m done with Robot Chicken. Now I can finally move onto greener pastures to… oh, eat shit.

TItan Maximum was created by one or some of the Robot Chicken people and animated by Shadow Machine, who animated Robot Chicken and Moral Orel and oh! So much more.  It’s fairly Robot Chicken-eseque in it’s look and humor. It’s a fairly straight-forward sitcom, parodying Voltron and shows like it. It’s more grounded than Robot Chicken; there’s no fourth-wall breaking gags and the violence isn’t as gratuitous. There’s an attempt at making the action have legitimate stakes, like you’re supposed to care about the stuff happening and root for the good guys. 

The main problem is the characters and the writing. Most of the show’s dialogue involves characters just being mean to each other. Everyone is snippy at each other, and the show mainly consists of characters being petty and combative. You almost get the sense that this is actually a show about a dystopian future where being friends is illegal.

I get that there’s a time-honored tradition of comedies that star unlikable protagonists. Make no mistake, I’m not saying all of these characters are complete dickheads. Some are bigger dicks than others, obviously. I just mean I can’t come up with a single example of two characters who seem like they have a nice, life-affirming relationship with one another. Everyone is dismissive and contentious of one another. It just feels so meaningless.

This pilot episode was a half hour and for some reason wouldn’t play properly on the Roku adult swim app, which is a terrible, terrible app. Like, literally, for some weird reason you can’t stream a lot of shit through it, and if you go to the browser version you get way more stuff. I don’t know why. The Roku app also puts an autoplay overlay over the closing credits and obscures what’s on screen, even when it’s technically still part of the episode.

That’s maybe the only thing the show has going for it, by the way: the closing credits song, which is (I assume) in Japanese and is very typical of your average poppy anime closing theme.  

EPHEMERA CORNER:

Adult Swim Shows Transition to High Definition (September 27, 2009)

In case you’re wondering, yes, I do feel bad that sometimes these little spotlights into Adult Swim’s non-episodic Miscellanea are dashed off by me, just joylessly marking the date something happened. I just sat down to type this paragraph and thought “this would’ve actually been a good thing to do research for.” I do recall this happening, though. The network had already begun future-proofing certain shows by producing them in HD. Metalocalypse, Squidbillies, Aqua Teen, and The Venture Bros. to name a few.

Also, I remember being very curious as to how 4:3 material would be handled on the network. Disappointingly, it was stretched to fill the screen. I remember people reporting that it was stretched in a manner so that the center of the screen was less warped than the edges, but I’m not sure if that was true. At the very least, I couldn’t discern such a thing. In fact, I would record certain shows on Adult Swim that were stretched on my DVD recorder, which hadn’t been calibrated to to record native 16:9 content. This meant that 16:9 stuff would wind up squished, which was an easier fix on my TV than the other way around. So it would effectively unstretch the 4:3 stuff and it looked very normal to me.

I’m not sure if they started producing the “bumps” in 16:9 before the switch. There’s definitely a noticeable difference in text size of the bumps in the early days compared to later, and I don’t know if that’s specifically attributed to the aspect ratio change or what. Also, I’m not sure why I’m wondering stuff like this out loud. Sorta makes me sound like a huge fucking loser???? (!)

[streets-in-paradise]

I always got called racist for enjoying Prince of Persia 😭

Really? I think that saying that is a huge stretch. Like I said before, I never played the videogame but i can speak about this from a movie history perspective.

In my experience, arround 85% of old historical dramas, epical, sword and sandals or fantasy-adventure settled in the past genres are full with real ( sometimes blatant) cases of whitewashing and/ or historical innacuracy. To escape it completely, you would have to avoid like... the entire genre. I acknowledge the flaws and many problematic choices that the majority of, let's say, 60's to 2010's movies in the genre have, but i can still enjoy those while being critical.

Let's put another example, away from Prince of Persia and the whitewashing issue: Mel Gibson starring Braveheart.

I love that movie, i have rewatched it tons of times and i cry like a fool everytime i watch it. Is Gibson problematic as fuck? Hell yeah, dude is an asshole and many people know that. Should the main actor have been scottish? Sure, i agree on that. Is the movie full of awfull stereotypes, like that prima nocte bullshit added just for shock value? Yes, innacurate and harmfull because it includes sexual assault on women just for the " It was tradition, old times were like that."

But here is the thing

I don't see media consumption as a purity issue or a statement of my personal beliefs. I am aware Braveheart is problematic, but that doesn't mean that rewatching it makes me a xenophobic hater of scottish people. I wouldn't go to a real scottish person acting like all the stereotypes about their history in Braveheart are true because, and here is the main point:

I know it's not accurate and i enjoy it as fiction

Enjoying Prince of Persia doesn't make you a racist because, again, movies can't make you racist. That is like the " videogames make you violent" 90's controversy all over again, only with an updated target.

If you have the critical thinking skills to acknowledge that what you are watching is not accurate, then nobody should bother you about it. I can't speak much about if the casting choices were good or bad because i never played the videgame, but i like jake Gyllenhaal's Dastan in the movie's perspective.

That is how allmost all historical fantasy-adventure heroes looked at the time, Prince of Persia didn't do different from a thousand other movies back them

Should we cancel an entire film genre then? All the people who ever enjoyed a fantasy adventure epic shall be punished? Because no movie from back then is safe, not even popular ones that many people love.

In fact, Disney did WAY WORSE with an animated film settled in middle eastern tradition: Alladin. Have you ever listened the full version of " Arabian Nights"? The version of the film that Disney Channel transmited when i was a kid had a horrible verse about arabs being barbaric. When my little sister got the dvd for Christmas, I discovered they fortunately changed the song to eliminate that part.

The point with this is that, Hollywood ( and Disney, of course) is racist as fuck, but pointing at each others fingers with a " my media consumption is purer than yours" approach is not the solution. Watching one or other thing doesn't make you a better or worse human being, you can't commodify ethics and morals.

Movies are products, like anything in this system. If a movie or its advertisement ( direct or indirect, coming from the online fanbases) promises to make you a better person, that's just marketing. Logically, haters react under the same logic but for negative marketing, promising the movie is going to make you a worse person.

It's marketing operating for the anti-marketing people in the age of emotional capitalism. Movies can't give or take virtue from you, that's something you can't get in the market.

Keep enoying Prince of Persia and don't feel guilty about it. I don't know you, anon, but I bet you are a great person who just happens to like a movie and that is perfectly fine.

[arcplaysgames]

man this game looks really good actually. I'll always love P3P but I cannot deny this just LOOKS nice. Also I want that fucking sushi in my mouth, but what else is knew.

wow what an establishing character moment, we are talking and getting to know each other and Dojima immediately gets called away on Detective Work because something has happened apparently.

it's raining so before he goes he asks if Nanako brought in the laundry. SO APPARENTLY NANAKO, WHO IS LIKE uh idk like 10? 12? APPARENTLY SHE RUNS THE WHOLE HOUSE

PRETTY MUCH CONFIRMED IN THE MORNING. jesus christ are you even 10, Nanako? guess what, i'm making dinner from now on. and anything else you want.

except she seems to not actually like me yet. 8C I'll work on it. I bet it's a social link. last precocious child was Justice, so I wonder if she is too. That or Temperance. But it makes me so fucking sad to see a young child as Temperance. 8C 8C 8C

(not the first time I met a child obliged to cook sunny side up eggs for useless adults oddly enough)

ANYWAY WE GO TO BED AND HAVE SO FUCKIN DREAMS

Spooky shit in the fog, I love this shit. I beat Antichamber, I can handle anything.

I ALREADY HAVE A PERSONA? also i know its not the case but it looks like my persona is swinging a sword from the blade-end lmao

also in P3, we summoned Personae by shooting a not-gun at ourselves, which was blunt but also poignant for the themes of that game and about how living is in itself an acceptance that You Will Die.

now we uh.... crush a tarot card? okay. i mean it's more tasteful but lacks the edge, ya know?

mindin my fucking business and a main cast dude (yosuke? yusuke? something) wheels by and somehow.... hits his crotch on a utility pole?????? that's rough buddy. the game literally says "you should leave him alone" lol

golly gee i wonder who here is a main character, could it be the ones in vibrantly colored clothes?

l m a o bruh holy shit what. what is this puritanical track. he literally told me i'm on his "shit list" but he wants everyone to be a perfect nun, what is this guy's deal.

CHIE RIGHT. Chie, Yukiko, Yusuke..... Naoto...... Kanji..... wtf was the girl's name. And I think that's it?

HOLY SHIT DID SHE JUST CHASE HIM AND KICK HIM IN THE NUTS

GIRL

Nut Shot Count: 2??????

Like it's jsut a DVD girl CHILL, oh my god. the game once again tells me he looks like he's in pain and I should leave him alone. Which means I think I'm going to imprint on this poor fucking bastard. SOMEONE has to side with him, right????

I-think-you're-yosuke, I got your back, man. maybe we should invest in some protection for you. i might know a guy out of Iwatodai who's really good at bodyguarding if you're interested.

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Six.

Jesse sat without eating his chips and guac outside the Dog House. His hat in his hands, pressed to his face anxiously.

What could he do next? He’d already gotten beaten up one and a half times by this asshole, and Walter was still intent on working with him. Not that they could just pull back now anyways.

He kept sighing and squeezing his hat, his hair a mess, his eyes bloodshot, his food untouched.

He checked his phone.

No missed calls.

He wanted to call Ellie, at least talk to her - but she’d only worry and it wasn’t fair.

Besides - _best friends_? It was true, but was that it from now on? She’d been the one who came to his house to sleep with him, in any case.

But she’d also been the one to walk away. More than once.

He sighed and put his phone away.

The guy walked by his table. He lifted his tray. The unnamed dealer took the money, in a few seconds came back with a white bag, left it in front of him and walked away.

Jesse looked inside. The gun was a small, six bullet piece.

And it might be the only thing that could help.

***

Ellie was making dinner in her apartment, debating whether calling again would be a mistake.

She was there for Jesse, for Walter even too. If they needed something from her they could call. If Jesse needed someone to talk to, he could call. But being more than a friend to him, well. Fuck.

She turned off the stovetop and poured out the pasta on a strainer, swatting the smoke away. Her house phone rang.

She reached out with one hand while placing the pot on the sink with the other.

“Hello?“ Static.

“Hello?”

She hung up.

About twenty minutes later, it rang again.

“Hello?” Static. “Jesse?”

She heard breathing on the other side.

“Who is this?” They hung up.

Ellie tensed. She grabbed her cell phone and called Jesse.

“Jess?”

“What’s up?” he sounded pert.

“Did you just call my landline? Twice?”

“Uh— no, why? I don’t even have your home number.”

“Okay, yeah.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Must’ve been a wrong number. I’m gonna go now.”

“Uhh okay. See you soon?”

“Yup. Bye.”

She hung up. The phone rang again. She didn’t pick up this time.

***

Barely an hour had gone by without any more calls when her cell phone rang. Pinkman.

“You okay, Jess?” she picked up, stretched out

on the couch in a tank top and her underwear.

“Do you still live in the same building?” he sounded out of breath, anxious as hell. She thought she heard the sound of wheels skidding on the tarmac.

“Woah, yeah, why? Are you driving?” she paused the DVD she’d been playing.

“I’m two minutes away.” He hung up.

She ran to her room and grabbed some sweat pants and stood by the door, smoking indoors for once out of concern. The moment she heard the bell she buzzed him in.

She opened the door before he’d climbed the stairs.

“Are you okay?” she touched his arms, his chest.

“I’m fine, but I think we need to go.”

“What? Go where?”

“Listen, I’m sorry, I don’t know how they know about you but I think those calls, I-“

“Slow down, what the fuck, Jess,” she pulled him towards her, “come inside.”

He nodded, caught his breath.

“You look hot, by the way,” he said as he dropped onto the couch.

“Thanks,” she closed the door before going and sitting next to him.

He put his head between his hands and pulled his hair.

“Baby,” she touched his back, “what happened?”

“Tuco - I don’t know,” he looked up at her, rested his head on the back of the couch, his huge eyes on hers.

She leaned her head to see him face to face.

“Where’re we going then?“

“You shouldn’t have to go.”

“You know I would. I will. Where are we going?”

He smiled and touched her face.

“Why aren’t we together?”

“Because the only way it works is when you ask me to run away and I say yes.”

His eyes saddened. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Maybe one day you won’t have to ask me that and we’ll find another way.”

“And now?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“So you won’t come? I can’t-“

“Jesse, Marie, Hank’s wife works at the hospital. I called her and asked her for help tracing the calls. They were misdirected here from some retailer in Phoenix.”

He exhaled, relieved.

“Are you really leaving?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he stood up, pulling out his cigarettes and gesturing with his head for permission.

She opened the door to the balcony and they both sat outside, lighting up.

The first half of the cigarettes they stayed quiet.

They looked out at the night sky.

“El, I still love you,” he said.

She didn’t look at him.

“I love you too, Jess,” she said, “but what do we do with that?”

***

He left promising to call if anything happened. She kept her phone under her pillow so the ringing would wake her and stayed in a state between sleep and waking the whole night.

What else could she say?

What good is love without understanding, without a place to build it on?

She didn’t have any calls before she headed on no hours of sleep to work the next day.

please just tell me ur okay she texted.

Nothing.

[jojolightningfingers]

I am here to ask 4, 10, and 18 for the ask meme :3c

:3c

Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

I used to not outline at all but within the past five years or so yes, I do outline things! although i wouldn't say i outline BEFORE i start writing, necessarily, in every case. sometimes you're in the middle of writing something big and realize wait a moment this is too complex for my tiny little brain and you have to organize all your thoughts somewhere external. herding plotbunnies. Still I think i do a fairly good job of staying mostly within whatever outline happens. leaving aside the part where i cut out parts entirely bc i cannot find a good way to make them WORK.

Do you enjoy writing dialogue, exposition, or plot the most?

Exposition and honestly it isn't even close. Plot's neat but like... 90% of what I write is character-centric so any 'forward motion' is more expository about the character ANYWAY. And dialogue......... i'm ngl i struggle with dialogue. I'm always trying to avoid the 'they would not fucking say that' response. i think i'm getting better tho!

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

man, yknow, that's actually kind of a hard one. If I had to pick it'd probably be this bit from the moon in your mouth:

As you start to ease away from Grimmjow and back inside, the Hollow makes a low sound and reaches out with his other arm, grasping for you. He’s so tired that he misses the first time, before he marshals the effort to lean in and catch you by the fingers.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs, squeezing subtly until your knuckles grind together, the sensation just short of pain. In another life, it could have been a plea and your heart would have turned to pulp and made the rest of you give in along with it. In this one, it’s a faintly growled order, and the heavy half-lid of his eyes still prompts something protective in you, but you know better than to mistake the look for soft.

I tried really hard to make this like. recognizable as something so deeply human, not wanting someone who Is Important To You to leave you alone somewhere cold. but to also gently remind that this relationship isn't straightforward because they [complicated] each other, it's not quite love but it's not so mercenary as their outward attitudes suggest. I wanted to drive home the whole self-in-other aspect of grimmichi that is the really compelling point of the whole parallel to me: they are, to each other, the externalization of things buried deep inside themselves--grimmjow is still human, ichigo is on some level someone who fights because he likes to. which is why they draw to each other, because they can affirm each other and in that way affirm themselves.

just, man. hollows, huh.

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

Do y’all think we’ll go back to something like this….not in the sense of chunky tv’s,though I see it possibly due to the annoyance of the easy breaks, and I think physical media may come back around eventually, even if it’s through means we didn’t grow up with, but the vibe of it all, the vibe of couch co-oping with someone, inviting them over, while online has expanded our horizons, when it comes to playing together, most games nowadays force it to be “online together”.

Apart of me misses the Doritos and mtn dew being memed as “gamer drink and Doritos” when it wasn’t marketed as such (at least not as much, the early era of YouTube in the sense of, everyone was starting out and the old YouTube slow growth, I’m glad for the tech we have now but…old YouTube just was really nice, and I know the legal reasons why YouTube feels different, it was to make sure recommenders were more focused on what you liked and also so you couldn’t just randomly see horrid things randomly popping up on YouTube. I miss the slow grow as, for the most part (from my point of view and experience of YouTube) a slow growth gave more time for a person to understand where they stand as each number went by, as it happened over the course of their lives, and they built it all up, like markiplier is my prime example, he was shaped by the slow growth, watching the number rise, when he watched a video of people celebrating that old moment, when he realized it was gonna be much harder to be connected and such.

I want workers in general to be treated right, but the one most related to this feeling of course, is those who work in the media industry, from video games, to movie theaters, to dvd, from the top to the bottom of the chain of command, people getting treated right created better products, we’ve hit a wall in gaming, realism has slammed into it and all games that follow that style are breaking their teeth, stylized games and more prominently indie games, going back to the ways of old, the polygons or the 2D sprite work, or 2.5D, and experimenting with the style, and that right there is it, focusing on the style, what do they want convey visually, while realism bashes it in. And going to the other side of things, indie animation is popping off, creating a new era of animation from it and it’s so goddamn beautiful, it brings a tear to the eye, while the theaters, we’ve…except of course for the occasional cool movie here and there…we’ve been movied out and the pays we are making in this modern time along with the costs, if we really wanna go, it’s gotta be worth it, it’s gotta be eye catching, mind bending, amazing work of live action acting or extravagant animation. Spider-verse showed us the extravagance…but at a cost of workers and that’s something I dislike,the artists and the people working on the project should be the drivers of how much time they need, no dealing with higher ups, since they only think of the shareholders and the short get back, which ironically for other movies and cases, is costing the studios greatly, who pour big budgets into something yet pay little to workers for too many workers into a project bouncing all about and being forced into grueling hours

Back to an earlier theme that I skipped over, back to food, where is the fucking quality control? The people usually reduced to picky eaters (which would be me aswell if I didn’t have an innate love for trying new food tbh) are noticing constantly the changes to old recipes, being changed for cheaper ingredients and less tastier version is the same thing to cheapen internal costs while raising the prices despite that, more cost for less quality is what we were taught to be a horrible reverse bizarro world but now businesses, but the noticeable of course being our fucking easier quick meals, are striping us for our lunch money like some sort of stuck in the old days bully that never grew up

More over, something that has always annoyed me, losing our third space, growing up, I loved the malls but due to when I was born, I more so saw their untimely ends! And I wish I wasn’t seeing them, apart of me hopes the ones still standing eventually get remade as homes for elderly or just homes in general, recreating a sense of community in buildings of the past that were meant for just that, but now with the sense of a neighborhood, more over, I miss the spectacle of going to a mall, never knowing what I would see depending on the time of year, Santa or Easter bunny for the kids? a random ass giant trampoline that if you bounced right could send you high enough to almost touch the purposefully high ceiling but thanks to the safety equipment, safely brought back down, transport between the stores themselves with mini-trains, mainly meant for little kids but some were even big enough to suit a whole family or tons of adults, the food courts that could showcase different restaurants, sometimes if you were lucky, something local from your own community, allowing to see what folks around you might be cooking up! and apart of me will also never truly be able to go into a hot topic or Spencer’s in a mall like that again or if I do, it’s cus I got lucky.

Final thing before I sleep, FUCKING HELL, continent spanning Railways and public transportation needs to be invested in again here in America, fucking fast, we need to be able to get around and have other ways of traveling then the stupid airlines, I want to be able to get over to my boyfriend without having to deal with the stress of the goddamn airlines or being confined to the anxiety of being forced into cars. I have been in a car accident before, that memory never left my mind, now whenever I see a truck with a load, I’m thinking about that moment and my anxiety flairs up like a motherfucker, and that’s already with me not at the seat at the wheel for the moment. I will probably be the fucker to go the speed limit out of fear if I am taught to drive due to that. I’ll put my trust in the bus driver or train drivers any day instead of dealing with that.

[memorymessage]

i am on The Struggle with finding a viable secondhand selling platform that is fair to sellers

after depop employed stripe for their payment system and completely discarded the use of paypal for seller payments, i could not get my account verified with stripe because... and i am hesitant and ashamed to admit this— i do not have my license. stripe now requires you to upload a photo copy of your id for payouts to be approved.

i did use to have a standard non-driver id, but then i went to driving school and got my permit which i had to invalidate my id for (apparently, you can only have one type of id active at a time). now my permit is expired and getting an id again is, well, not cheap!

not only that, but i signed up for depop in 2015 with my chosen name, and not my legal name, so my id approval wouldn't have gone through anyway.

so i switched to mercari, where you still do not need to verify id.

unfortunately, a few months ago mercari added a balance transfer fee. now, any time you make a sale, you have to account for a $2 transfer fee. every time. sales have also slowed down significantly because mercari switched all their sales fees to the buyer side instead of the seller side. tbf, depop also switched to this structure, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but on mercari specifically i can't even lower my item prices because of the transfer fee. which, again, makes for slow sales due to higher cost.

a couple days ago i found out stripe made it so you can switch the "account representative" over to a new person. so, i'm just gonna have my mom or grandma be my account rep and try to go back to selling on depop.

i have a bias for depop because i've been using it for almost 10 years, and you can see all the items i've sold on my profile. on mercari, your sold items expire after 1 year.

i do like that mercari forces your buyer to rate you, so you can build up your ratings... however, that system is also really precarious. on depop, people usually don't rate at all. and i'm totally fine with that. i'd rather have no rating at all than a bogus 1-4 star rating for something that wasn't my fault. on mercari, that happens a lot. i have only 5 star ratings on depop. i got my first 4 star rating on mercari within a few months of using the app.

to make up for its lack of buyer ratings, depop keeps a tally of all completed sales underneath your rating (i.e. 45 completed sales), so people at least know you're experienced in selling.

another point in depop's favor: customer service will actually remove unfair ratings.

when i got my first 4 star rating on mercari, it was for a vintage dvd box set of death note. i specifically stated in the listing that the cases were not in good condition, but the discs themselves were fine. and the buyer gave me a 4 star rating because there was a small tear on one of the cases

i contacted mercari, and they basically told me to go fuck myself. depop would have removed that review immediately.

with all that said... back to depop i go. depop is more aesthetically pleasing anyway. i'm already building up my likes page again with cute tingz