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hijackalx · 10 months ago

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BG3 NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

characters included: halsin, minthara, jaheira, gortash

*dark content warning for gortash*

HALSIN

SIZE DIFFERENCE

OBVIOUSLYYYY lmao. he loves how small u are in comparison to him. i mean everything about him is large— hands, arms, chest, thighs. also, i feel like he likes that he has to help u when u take control because ur smaller or weaker than him. like, when he has to subtly help u pin his wrists by moving them in the direction u want lol

THIGH RIDING

this also plays into the size difference thing. like his thigh is just so big/muscular, and he loves watching u grind on it (or he can bounce his knee to help u get off too). the type to grab u by ur hips and assist u when ur rhythm starts to stutter. he also loves the wet spot that forms in ur underwear if u keep them on 💗

DEEP THROATING/FACESITTING

OK HE LOVES BOTH like i said everything about him is large (😈) so he loves to see u try to swallow him whole. the way u gag and struggle to take him in is soooo hot to him. also all the drool that spills out of ur mouth 🤤🤤 as for facesitting u better sit ur ass tf DOWN !! HE CAN TAKE IT !! lovessss when u grind on his face/mouth, also loves to squeeze ur ass during it

THREESOME

THIS MAN IS GENEROUS !!! LOVES to share !! always wanting to invite people to have sex with y'all. he feels like it's so much more fun and also loves to watch u get fucked/have u watch him get fucked. will want to do spit roasting too.

SWINGING

sooo into exchanging partners with other couples. or just fucking other people in general. of course he won't do this if u don't want to though. but he gets really excited if u do 😹😹 probably gets off while sharing ur experiences with each other

MINTHARA

KNIFE PLAY

likes the way u shake and whimper as she brings her knife close to ur skin. will leave small cuts and want to carve her initials into ur skin. also slightly into bloodplay too ?? i feel like she'd be into smearing ur blood on her hands and making u clean them off with ur tongue OOF

BONDAGE

she would absolutely cast web and use it as bondage restraints LMAO. will have u in some crazyyy positions too. kind of in a shibari way but with webs. the webs are actually pretty gentle though and have some give so she's not like, totally sadistic with it 😌💗

DACRYPHILIA

SHE DOES LIKE TO SEE U CRY THOUGH LMAO like something about how weak/pathetic u look turns her on so bad— as long as SHE'S the one that made u cry. if it's because of somebody or something else it's lowkey a boner killer for her 😹😹😹 will say really horrible, mean things to try to bring u to tears and then get wet af. will not comfort u after either

GAGGING

likes to use a ball gag but will honestly use whatever she has at the moment. a rag or her fingers even. she likes that u can't speak and can only moan/whimper. also into the way u drool. will purposely ask u questions and then punish/degrade u for not being able to answer

BOOT WORSHIP

LOVESSS making u kiss her boots. will want to hold u down with her boot and make u praise her endlessly. or step on ur face. might even be into giving u a little kick in the diaphragm if u want 😹😹😹

JAHEIRA

MIRROR SEX

WILL WANT TO BE FUCKED IN FRONT OF A MIRROR!!!! with her face pressed against it while she's getting backshots or even with one propped up beside the bed so she can watch how good she looks while she rides u. lowkey will put on a show for herself and get off to it 😹😹

LINGERIE

loves lingerie of all kinds. the garter straps on her thighs are her favorite part tbh. probably prefers to wear black or red— like classically sexy colors. also probably likes it if u wear some too, and will want to keep it on for the full duration of the sex. LOVES lace

STRIPPING

^^ ALTHOUGH.... she also really likes to strip for u. like going nice and slow while u try to restrain urself lol. will probably give u a lap dance too and is pretty playful with it sometimes. particularly loves to see how u get progressively more horny the longer she takes, also into seeing u touch urself a little bit during it too

NIPPLE PLAY

sucking on/playing with her nipples is a MUST. HUGEEEE erogenous zone for her. can probably cum from nipple stimulation alone. likes when u make it hurt a little too, like pinching or twisting them

DEGRADATION

kind of into u calling her names.... like whore or slut. tell her she's a dirty whore while u pull her hair and fuck her from behind. will also talk down to u if ur not really doing the best job LMAO like u better fuck her right or ur gonna get it 😹😹 she'll straight up be like "is that the best u can do?" or "this is pathetic."

BONUS:

GORTASH

BREEDING

HE NEEDS HEIRRRSSSS !!! ALWAYS wants to cum inside. an actual babymaking MONSTER like he cums so much its crazy. loves to see u stuffed full of his cum, it really makes him feels accomplished after all of his hard work 💪🏻💯😹

DADDY DOM

he is so into being called daddy. depending on the context he’ll get rock hard but also likes if u call him that outside of sex too. u can basically get anything u want from him if u add a ‘please daddy’ at the end of it— like he just can’t bring himself to say no. he’ll do anything for u to keep calling him that lol

*** DUBCON ***

DEFINITELY into coercing u/figuring out ways to get what he wants. likes when u get overstimulated and start telling him it’s too much or trying to push him away (u do have a safeword). also the fact that he can overpower u if he wants gets him sooo hard

POWER PLAY

LOVESSS having u at his beck and call. the more pliant and submissive u are the better. won’t do this outside of the bedroom unless u want to or if u initiate it since he prefers the idea of only him being able to see u like that. he’s the only one you’ll roll over for, so to speak lol

COLLARING

makes a special collar for u with expensive imported materials and shit lmao. thinks u look absolutely gorgeous in it and will tell u that all the time. loves the way u gasp when he sharply tugs on its leash. will also tug on it while giving u backshots. likes how it chokes u a little bit too, and the bruises it leaves behind when he’s too rough with it

MALE BG3 COMPANIONS

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

#my headcanons #halsin #halsin x reader #minthara #minthara x reader #jaheira #jaheira x reader #enver gortash #enver gortash x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanons #bg3

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pale-opal · 2 months ago

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I Listened to "The Wisdom Saga" and I Have Some Things to Say - Part 1

If you haven't listened to this part of "Epic: the Musical" yet, feel free to click off this post and do that because not only are you doing yourself a disservice, I will also be giving ALL of the spoilers under the cut, and the Epic sagas are best experienced blind. It's free to listen to on YouTube, Spotify, and Amazon Music, and it's also available to buy on iTunes.

Okay. Did you listen to it? You did? Great! Now let's get into it: 1. Legendary- This is my favorite song in the saga. - Telemachus is precious and must be protected at all costs - The "l-l-l-l-legendary" is giving Hamilton (2015), not gonna lie. - I mean that in the best way possible. - Some people have pointed out that Athena's melody can be heard in the background, and we know from past songs that when her theme or ticking sounds can be heard when she's not present in the song, that means that she's just observing to see what's going to happen before getting involved. - And that's a good thing, considering what's about to happen. - But we'll get to that. - I want to talk about this part of the chorus for a second:

"Give me sirens and a cyclops Give me giants and a hydra I know life and fate are scary But I wanna be legendary" - I just think that first line is so ironic because Odysseus fought both sirens and a cyclops. - I also think the giants line is interesting, since Odysseus almost got sent to the Land of the Giants after a certain someone opened the wind bag (*cough cough* Eurylochus *cough cough*). - Now I wanna talk about these lines:

"There are strangers in our halls Trying to win the heart of my mom But she is standing tall 108 old faces of men who call me small They keep taking space and it's not much longer we can stall

Cause they're getting impatient, dangerous tooAnd I would fight them if I was half as strong as you Somebody help me, come and give me the strength Can I do whatever it takes to keep my mom safe?" - While listening to this song, I got reminded of when my 10th grade English teacher covered the original Odyssey.- A phrase she kept using to describe how the suitors were treating Penelope and Telemachus was "eating [them] out of house and home." - To sum up what she meant by that, the suitors are basically taking advantage of the concept "xenia", which is an idea the ancient Greeks had. They believed that visitors were under the protection of Zeus, and that they had to be treated with respect. - Odysseus and his men try to invoke this when they first meet the cyclops. - Because of xenia, Penelope and Telemachus are sort-of "barred" from kicking the suitors out. - And even if they could... there are one-hundred and eight (108) of them. They're horribly outnumbered. They could easily be overpowered. - Now you may be asking yourself: "How come they haven't been overpowered already?" - The original text actually gives us an explanation for that: Penelope started working on what was known as a "funeral shroud" (a fabric a dead person is wrapped up in before being buried) for Odysseus' father. - She told the suitors that she would choose one of them to marry once the shroud was complete. - However, what she DIDN'T tell them was that she was going to undo some of the work each night, thus allowing her to work on the shroud for an indefinite amount of time, or until Odysseus came back. - ...or, at least, that's what would've happened if the suitors didn't find out what she was up to. Hence why their so antsy to find out which one of them she intends to marry:

"Where is he? Where is the man who'll have you to wife? Oh Where is he? Where is the man with whom you'll spend your life? Cause it's been 20 years (20 years) And we still have no king" - And now it's time to talk about the only antagonist in the entirety of "Epic" who is a clear-cut villain with no redeeming qualities: Antinous.- I want this man defenestrated immediately. - You know how Telemachus is a young man who respects women, loves his dad, even though he's never met him, wants his mother to be happy and safe, and also wants all of these sleazy men out of his house? - Yeah, okay, well, Antinous is the complete opposite of him. Just take a look at this interaction between the two of them (cw for implications of SA):

"[ANTINOUS] Boy! When's your tramp of a mother gonna choose a new husband? ... Why don't you open her room so we can have fun with her?

[TELEMACHUS] Don't you dare call my mother a tramp! ...

[ANTINOUS, spoken] I just did! Whatchu gonna do about it, champ?" - And you want to know what Antinous does after saying all of this? - He challenges the son of the woman he supposedly wants to marry, the same son who he sees as a child despite him being twenty (based on "108 old faces of men who call me small" and how he calls Telemachus "boy"), to a fistfight. 2. Little Wolf- This was the song I was the most excited for prior to its release, and I am pleased to say that it does NOT disappoint. - One thing I noticed before the song came out is that Poseidon refers to Odysseus and his crew as a "pack of wolves" in "Ruthlessness". - Considering how animal symbolism is used in this musical, Telemachus is seen as being in the same vein as his father, but is called "little" because he isn't quite on the same level as him... not yet, anyway. - But I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Fight, little wolf, fight Wanna entertain me? Bite, little wolf, bite Let's see how you take this Strike, little wolf, strike Wanna be a man? Then Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight" - The chorus is literally a bunch of grown-men trying to pressure Telemachus, who they see as a child, mind you, into fighting a man who is not only older than him, but who is also implied to be stronger, too. - They want this boy dead, and that is apparent before they line "die, little wolf, die, little wolf, die" even leaves their mouths. - I can't wait for "King" to come out. I want these posers to get what they deserve. - Oh, and as for Antinous: "You've made your worst mistake here, might be your last one too You'll have run out of bones to break when you and I are through I'll teach you all the lessonsyour daddy never couldThis cruel world doesn't give out presentsjust for being good" - While I do agree that Telemachus needs to become less sheltered, beating him to death is NOT the way to teach him how harsh the world is. That lesson is going to do him no good if he has to die to learn it. - But, of course, Antinous doesn't care about that. He only cares about dealing with the person standing between him and "his" woman. - The further I go into this, the more I want Antinous chucked out of a window. - But it's okay. It's fine, everybody. Because Telemachus' real mentor soon arrives on the scene:

"[ATHENA, spoken]Need some help?

[TELEMACHUS] What's going on here?

[ATHENA] Is your plan to stand around? Cause I suggest you fight back

[TELEMACHUS] I don't know how" - Okay, so two things: 1. Athena being totally down with helping Odysseus' kid despite this being the first time they meet is awesome. 2. Telemachus wants to fight monsters, but he doesn't even know how to properly punch a guy. I love this. He has Odysseus' heart, but not his "mind" so to speak. He wants to do all these serious and impressive things, but when the time comes for him to do so, he hasn't the foggiest idea as to how.

"[ATHENA, spoken] Uppercut him, now.

[TELEMACHUS] Woah, how did I do that? Is time now moving slow?

[ATHENA] No, I just made your thoughts quick" - I'm so glad we get this explanation of how "quick-thought" works! It doesn't slow-down time. It speeds up the mental faculties of the person under its effects, and essentially puts them in a "bubble" where they can interact with the outside world in-real time while perceiving (and acting?) faster than their surroundings (I don't know if Jay explained this anywhere else. If he did, I'm sorry for being redundant). - And then we get these absolutely raw lines from Athena: "I've no respect for bullies Those who impose their will I've seen plenty enough to truly understand this kind of filth Let's teach this dog a lesson In front of all his kind One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined" - THIS IS WHAT I MEANT ABOUT THE ANIMAL SYMBOLISM! Dogs are considered by many to be the descendants of wolves. A genetic relative that is not quite as feral or quite as aggressive as a wolf, even if they're wild. And based on how Athena calls the suitors "filth" (ha!) and puts extra emphasis on how wolves are stronger than them, I wouldn't be too surprised if she was talking about domesticated dogs. And that case, they don't stand a chance against - oh, wait. Hold on a second: "[ATHENA, spoken] Ooh, maybe I pushed you a bit too hard!

[TELEMACHUS, spoken] Ow..." - I can totally imagine Telemachus getting a headache or a nosebleed here. It's his first day getting into a fight, and the first time he's experiencing deus ex machina. Ya boy is not qualified for all of this. He needs a break. - Oh, and then we get Antinous being butthurt about Telemachus actually managing to rough him up a little:

"Go back and cry in your corner Make sure your mother hears If she won't choose a man to adorn her We'll bring blood and tears" - Again. Defenestration. It would suit Antinous really well.- The next song is dedicated to Telemachus receiving an answer to this question: "Athena, why did you come to my aid?"

3. We'll Be Fine - I have a confession to make: I thought this song was going to be boring. - I am SO glad I was wrong. - I also thought that this would be a Penelope song. - I was wrong about that too, but I'm sure she'll get her moment eventually. - One thing that this song accomplishes musically is that it combines the melodies of "Warrior of the Mind" and "Legendary" together, making something that sounds new and different. It feels like Athena and Telemachus really see each other as friends, and that Athena felt the same way about Odysseus - she was just to focused on being his mentor to acknowledge that until now. - Oh, and we also find out that Athena has been dealing with some serious guilt since the cyclops argument:

"I had a friend before, and He was a lot like you I helped him fight through war, but He had his demons too And then we grew apart Then his light went dark

And so, I thought Maybe, if I made a different call Maybe if I hadn't missed it all Maybe, he'd be fine Maybe we'd unwind Maybe, if I help another soul Maybe, if I helped you reach your goal Life could be that bright I could sleep at night"

- This part of the song hurts, y'all. - Athena is genuinely convinced that if she had stuck with Odysseus then he would be home safely, and that what happened between them is mostly her fault, even though Odysseus told her to her face that he wanted to be rid of her, too. - AND she's losing sleep over this man? Somebody go get him immediately.- I really want to talk about the lines referring to light for a moment: - When I first heard "Then his light went dark" I thought that meant Athena legitimately thought Odysseus was dead. Which makes the fact that she feels guilty about everything that happened even WORSE. - And then "Life could be that bright" is just her saying that Odysseus made her life better and that she was wrong about not seeing him as a friend, and that friendship is necessary for living a meaningful life. - And you know, that kind of makes me want to grab Odysseus by the shoulders and violently shake him for shouting "YOU'RE ALONE!" to Athena all the way back in "My Goodbye". Like, no she wasn't, Odysseus, she had you. And you had her. And then you both screwed it up by being too stubborn to admit that the other person had a point. Now BOTH of you are sad and lonely. - But again, it's okay. It's fine (pun not intended). Because Telemachus is still here, listening to all of this: "Athena, I don't know who your friend is I don't know what he's like, but My time with you has been splendid The best day of my life Cause I got in a fight, and I didn't die" - He literally has doesn't know who Athena is talking about, and even if he did, it wouldn't matter, because he NEVER MET HIS DAD. - Why is this song so sad? - We're three songs deep, and I am HURT. - And it's just gonna get worse from here. - On a lighter note, Telemachus says that he has really enjoyed hanging out with Athena for the past fifteen (15) minutes, and that this is actually the best day of his life. His reasoning? He survived getting jumped! Hooray! - Wait, what? That's it? That's all took for this to be the best day of his life? Just... just how bad has his life been, until now? - ... - ...hm. "Maybe, if life wasn't spent as planned Maybe, it's time that you lend a hand I don't think he'll mind If not his friend, then mine

[TELEMACHUS & ATHENA] Maybe, to fall is to learn one way Maybe, it's all gonna turn out great I know we'll be fine I know it's light you'll find" - Telemachus offers to be Athena's friend, while also telling her that it's okay for her to move on from Odysseus. - And he still doesn't know that he's talking about his dad, I can't-- "To fall is to learn one way" = "Sometimes it's okay to learn things the hard way." - Athena had to learn that friendship was something worth pursuing with others by losing the first friend she ever had, and Telemachus had to learn to stand up for himself and come out the sheltered life he's been living by getting into a fistfight. - Light is being used as a metaphor for happiness, and that makes me happy. Because Telemachus and Athena needed a friends, and they have each other now. I love that for them. - This is also the point where the "Legendary" and "Warrior of the Mind" melodies combine. I know I said earlier that was a representation of how Athena and Telemachus friendship was forming, but I would like to off this interpretation as well: - Putting "Warrior of the Mind" and "Legendary" on the same level as each other musically could be a thematic way of saying that Telemachus is a "warrior of the mind", as it were. However, since I did say that Telemachus doesn't have Odysseus "mind" before, I would like to elaborate and say that in this instance, Telemachus is being considered to be an equal to his father due to his emotional intelligence. What he lacks for in book-smarts, he makes up for in heart.

Unfortunately, my complete thoughts on this particular saga are too long for tumblr to allow as one post, so I'll have to post a part 2 later today. We'll be covering "Love in Paradise" and "God Games" then. Furthermore, please do not confuse me talking trash about any of the characters or wanting to see them face consequences for their actions as me speaking poorly of or wishing harm upon any of the actors or crew for "Epic" or any other real people, because that is not what I am doing. I hold great respect for the "Epic" team, and I am eager to see what they do in the future. That's all I can say for now. I'll see you all in a few hours with part 2. Update: Part 2 can be found here.

#cw: sa mention #cw: implied attempted sa #epic the wisdom saga #epic the musical #telemachus #antinous #odysseus #athena deity #lyric analysis #essay #long post #defenestration #opal speaks #may God bless you all

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noforkingclue · 7 months ago

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(doc ock anon) Hmmm how about: You’re in a shitty marriage to some contemptuous prick high-ish up at Oscorp. He’s not necessarily “nobody” but not exactly a “somebody”. He is a strategic choice and conveniently everything even the old Otto would have hated. One night, Doc Ock reappears after months of absence and breaks into your home to shake down your husband for access to something or other from Oscorp.

Of course anon! Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Leverage

Warnings: dark fic

“Oliver? What’s going on?”

Otto cocked his head to the side, noting the panicked look on your husband’s face. He’ll admit, he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there that night. He had heard that you were going on a business trip and would be away for a week. Clearly that intel was wrong (in that case his source would have to be punished) or the trip had been cancelled last minute.

Either way, he now had leverage against this pathetic waste of skin.

You slowly walked into Oliver’s office, pulling your dressing gown tightly around you. You had only walked a couple of steps in when you saw Otto. You froze and just as your flight or fight instincts kicked in, a metal claw curled around your arm. You let out a shriek as you were roughly pulled towards him.

“Let her go!” cried Oliver

However, Otto just slammed him against a wall, a metal claw around his neck. You were lifted off the ground and you hit the arm. This did nothing but amused Otto.

“Now then,” he said, “I think this,” he shook you violently, “might make you more… cooperative.”

“Look, I already told you-” Oliver began

“Then find a way,” Otto said quietly, although that didn’t detract from the danger in the words, “or your precious little wife will suffer the consequences.”

“What? She has nothing to do-”

“She does now.”

You let out a shriek as you were hoisted high into the air. You shut your eyes tightly as you hung helplessly above New York. You wished the Spiderman would come and save you but that would come with the risk of Doc Ock dropping you. You didn’t know if Spiderman would be able to catch you in time. However, it seemed the Doc Ock had no intention of letting you go. If anything his grip on your tightened when he left your flat. Your arms curled around his metal arm tightly and you let out a small whimper. You didn’t see the small smile that Otto gave at the action.

“We’re here.”

You let out a yelp as you were suddenly let go. You were expected to fall through the air but you only dropped a short way. You opened your eyes a crack and pulled your legs up against your chest. It looked like you were in some kind of loft. You could imagine that it must’ve cost a hell of a lot of money and that he bought it before he was…

Well…

Before his accident.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly

“That isn’t important.”

“You kidnapped me.”

“You’re safe.”

“Why should I believe-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence. A metal claw pinned you to the floor by your throat. Doc Ock stood over you and looked you up and down. Originally you were just meant to be collateral. To make sure that your waste for space husband did exactly what he was told. But now, well, now he had you stretched under him and at his mercy. Your thin dressing gown left hardly anything to the imagination.

Oh yes, the two of you were going to get to know each other very well.

And maybe he won’t give you back afterwards.

#fanfiction #marvel #reader insert #request #doc ock #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #dark fic

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bluemoondelight · 14 days ago

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So, as promised (original post here), here'a little makeup scene that I wrote as a potential ending for my WIP, but it didn't really fit with the rest of the story so I thought I'd post it here as a standalone.

For some context, I thought it would be a really cute idea for Wade to use Mary as a proxy to talk to Logan after a big fight. Logan, of course being the way that he is, moved out because he thought it was over between the two of them but Wade just couldn't stay away. And being the way that he is, can't just own up to his feelings either. Enjoy!

~*~

Logan went to answer the knock on the door, swearing under his breath that if it’s that damn neighbor again–

As he opened it, he felt the wind knock out of him at the sight of Wade holding Mary Puppins. He was prepared to possibly never see him again, to spend the rest of eternity wishing things would have turned out differently, but here he was. God, he looked like shit. He had on his oversized pullover hoodie, baggy black sweatpants, and his blue crocs, which Logan knew meant he had been living in them for a while.

“What are you doing here?” Logan asked, his voice going hoarse.

They stared at each other for a long moment, before Wade lifted up Mary Puppins. “Mary wanted to see her mama again.”

Logan’s eyebrow quirked. “Really?”

Wade looked down and swallowed before he spoke again. “Yeah. She can’t really sleep anymore without her mama there and she’s been crying a bunch because she misses her so much. She wouldn’t have come but Al threatened to shank her and kick her out if she didn’t come and see Mama.”

Logan crossed his arms, keeping his face schooled into a hard scowl. “But Mama thought that Mary didn’t want him–her there anymore. That she was going to be with her old mama and be happy with her.”

Wade steeled himself against Logan’s skeptical gaze. “Well, like Mary told Mama before, Mary still loves her old mama very much and always will, but she was just a friend helping Mary because Mama was being a stoic douchebag who wouldn’t talk to Mary and Mary was going fucking insane. Besides…there’s only one Mama in Mary’s life. And she really wishes that her mama will come home and stay like she promised to.”

“What about her papa?”

Wade's jaw clenched, and tears started welling in his beautiful brown eyes. “Papa thinks that Mary was so fucked up because…why would somebody as hot as Mama want something as fugly as Mary.” Wade gestured with her in his arms. “I mean look at her, she looks like an elephant’s vulva that needs a serious Brazilian wax. Mama could have literally anybody, what would she want with Mary?”

Logan felt tears pricking his own eyes. “Mama wants Mary because she’s the best fucking thing to ever happen to her. Because as fugly as Mary thinks she looks on the outside, Mama feels just as fugly on the inside, and Mary made her believe that she was more than what Mama thought she was.” Logan stepped across the threshold, closer to Wade. “Because Mary is the most beautiful thing Mama’s ever seen, inside and out. And Mama would give anything to make Mary see that.”

Logan let the tears fall down as he cupped Wade’s face. “And Mama would really like to stop talking about Mary right now so that she can kiss her handsome papa, and tell him how sorry she is and how much she loves him.”

Wade sniffed and chuckled, “Well, Papa hasn’t brushed his teeth in three weeks so maybe Mama shouldn’t–” Logan grabbed the back of Wade’s head and smashed their lips together to shut him up, and for good measure, shoved his tongue in to lick the inside of Wade’s mouth. Mary became worked up by all the emotions, and excitedly licked their chins as they kissed.

The two of them walked back to Wade’s apartment, holding hands as the orangey glow of evening slipped into lavender dusk. When they walked in, Al called out to the both of them as she was sitting on the couch watching Family Feud, “About damn time you two got your shit together. Couldn’t take another day of Wade’s moping and bitching around the damn apartment.”

“Thank you, Al. Now if you’ll excuse us, we want to have very loud, very messy makeup sex so if you can please fuck off to your room now, that’d be great.”

Al got up yelling in disgust, “Uh-uh! Don’t you dare get jizz on this couch or I swear to God I’m cutting both your dicks off!”

“No promises! And take Mary with you, we need to preserve her innocence!”

Al puttered off to her bedroom, patting her leg for Mary to follow, “C’mon Mary. I mean it you two! I feel one ounce of dried spunk on that upholstery and your ass is grass!”

Once Al closed the door, Wade and Logan looked at each other, unsure of themselves. The words that they flung at each other hung in the air, echoing in both their minds.

"Um," Wade whispered. "I didn't get to say it before but I'm sorry, too."

Logan huffed and wrapped his arms around Wade's shoulders, pulling him in a soft embrace. "You don't have to apologize, sweetheart. I was the one being a dick and keeping my bullshit to myself. I should've talked to you." He buried his nose in Wade's neck, breathing in his scent deeply. "God, I missed you."

Wade kissed the side of Logan's head. "I missed you, too, peanut." He sighed as he ran his hands around Logan's waist, down his back, then grabbed two handfuls of Logan's ass. "Now that that's out of the way, how about we get it on like two jackrabbits on ketamine?"

Logan laughed as he pulled away and smacked Wade's ass, "After you."

#i just love this little blurb #thought it would be a waste to just let it sit in my drafts #my wips #bluemoondelight #poolverine #deadpool and wolverine

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dd-is-my-guiltypleasure · 4 months ago

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David Duchovny: ‘The X-Files took up my life, but it was a miracle’

It's behind a paywall so if somebody has access I would love to read the article

Update : got it, thanks @aimsies-mctaymellburg

David Duchovny: ‘The X-Files took up my life, but it was a miracle’

As Fox Mulder in the hit sci-fi show, the actor and singer peddled fringe conspiracy theories. Now the 63-year-old says Mulder’s paranoia is everywhere.

In hindsight it wasn’t a great idea for me to kick off an interview with David Duchovny by suggesting that he was a musical dilettante. You’re most likely to know Duchovny, of course, as Fox Mulder, the conspiracy-theory-guzzling FBI agent in The X Files, one of the biggest shows of the Nineties, watched at its peak by 30 million in America alone. Perhaps you saw him as the womanising writer Hank Moody in Californication or the 1960s detective Sam Hodiak in Aquarius. You may even have read some of his five books.

Duchovny, a New Yorker living in Los Angeles, is less known for music, although he’s been making rather decent folk-rock for a decade — songwriting, playing guitar and singing in a honeyed drawl. His 2015 songHell or Highwater has been streamed more than a million times while Layin’ on the Tracks, from 2020, has pointed lyrics about a certain politician (“It’s a killing joke that no one laughs at/ A stupid orange man in a cheap red hat”). He has released three albums, with a fourth due next year, and this month plays Latitude festival in Suffolk and the 2,000-capacity Shepherds Bush Empire in London.

So does the 63-year-old feel that he should no longer be seen as just a musical dabbler? “That’s part of a lazy person’s perception,” he says, bristling slightly. “It’s a lens through which people want to see me. I think music is an innocent art form — you listen to it and you have a response. To bring any kind of baggage to bear on it in the beginning seems to me to be dishonest, but that’s the way things go.”

YouTube clips of recent shows suggest people were having a lovely time, I say. This doesn’t have the soothing effect intended. YouTube footage lingers “because of the horror of the cell phone”, Duchovny says. “It’s a pet peeve of mine.” Is he tempted to ban them at his shows, as artists from Prince to Bob Dylan have? “I don’t know that I can enforce that view on anybody.”

For Duchovny, it’s as much about phones limiting his performance as it is about the audience not living in the moment. “To do something unique or for the first time, to reach for a note or play a different melody — all these are chances you might take if you weren’t inhibited by the fact that somebody is [recording] it,” he says. “You’ve got to be able to fail and the ubiquity of cell phones makes failure scarier than it needs to be.”

Failure is the key to another of his jobs: podcasting. In his series Fail Better, he adroitly interviews guests including Bette Midler, Ben Stiller and Sean Penn about their failures. “I feel like I’ve been failing my entire life,” Duchovny said on launching it in May. That may sound strange from a man with English degrees from Princeton and Yale, who has won a Golden Globe for The X Files and another for Californication.

Is he familiar with Elizabeth Day, the British journalist who has hosted a successful podcast called How to Fail since 2018? When Duchovny announced Fail Better, Day tweeted: “I might invite David Duchovny on @howtofail to discuss his failure to be original.”

“This is the first I’ve heard of it,” he says. “If she wants to be rigorous in her thinking, she would investigate what my approach to failure is. I don’t know what her approach to it is. My sense, since failure is universal, is that there’s room out there for more than one discussion.” This is a rather po-faced response to what seemed like a playful comment from Day, and surprising because Duchovny has a wicked sense of humour. He can also afford to be more magnanimous, given that his podcast is at No 12 in the UK chart and hers is at 54.

Gillian Anderson, his X Files co-star, certainly likes his podcast, writing this week on Instagram that she had listened to all of the episodes and found them “intimate and vulnerable … very smart questions, although I wouldn’t expect anything else from you [David]”.

“It’s very sweet,” Duchovny says. “I will email her and thank her. I’m sure somebody running my social media is … I don’t really like to be on social media.” Later that day his Instagram account replies to Anderson’s post: “Thank you for listening, you have an open invite [to appear on his podcast]!”

That encounter would be worth hearing because his relationship with Anderson is fascinating. Despite their chemistry in The X Files there were rumours of friction — although they looked to be getting on swimmingly when they appeared on Jimmy Kimmel’s talk show in 2016 to publicise the return of the show, which ran for two more seasons.

When asked by Kimmel about frostiness between her and Duchovny in the Nineties, Anderson collapsed into giggles, laid her head in Duchovny’s lap and put any froideur down to the dampness of Vancouver, where the series was shot. Her hair kept going frizzy, she explained, and “for every single take we’d have to stand there and blow dry my hair again”.

“And I got pissed at that?” Duchovny asked.

“Well, I think it added to the tension,” Anderson said.

“It kinda makes me sound like an asshole,” Duchovny replied.

Anderson had nothing to do with him leaving The X Files in 2002, he says now. “That was just me wanting to have a family, but also to try other things. It had kind of taken up my life. There was no animosity with the actual show and the people that I worked with. I am proud of the show — it was culturally central in a way that it’s very hard to do these days in a fragmented landscape. There’s so many lightning-strike aspects to it that I can’t help but think of it as some kind of a miracle.”

The X Files gave conspiracy theories a kind of nobility — “the truth is out there”, as its tagline ran. Now they are more widespread and pernicious. “Mulder’s way of looking at the world was through conspiracy and that was the fringe at that point,” Duchovny says. “It doesn’t seem to be so fringe any more. It’s really the world that [The X Files creator] Chris Carter foresaw happening almost 30 years ago. He’s almost clairvoyant in that case.” Is Duchovny more evidence-based than Mulder? “Not at all. I’m an artist — I am associative-based and I see poetry as science and science as poetry.” So are there some conspiracy theories that he buys into? “No, I’m talking about art. I think conspiracies are mostly just lazy thinking.”

One failure that has shaped Duchovny is that of his marriage to the actress Téa Leoni, who starred in Bad Boys and Deep Impact. They married in 1997 and have a daughter, West, 25, and a son, Kyd, 22, but divorced in 2014. “That darkness does deepen you. It makes you more empathetic and humble,” Duchovny says. One of the themes of his podcast is “the difference between humiliating and humbling. Often we focus on humiliation in our culture. I don’t see any positives coming from humiliation, but I see a lot of them coming from humility.”

One wonders if the reference to humiliation has something to do with Duchovny checking into rehab for sex addiction in 2008. Could him playing the bed-hopping Hank in Californication be a case of art imitating life? “People never tire of trying to figure that out,” he says with a sigh. “But to me, that’s not what acting is about. I don’t look for things that are mirroring my life in any way.”

Well, there are parallels in Reverse the Curse, the 2023 film that Duchovny directed, starred in and adapted from his book Bucky F***ing Dent. He plays a would-be novelist who has “sacrificed his artistic dream to put food on the table”. His father, a publicist, did the same, publishing his debut at 75, the year before he died. The film has some really funny scenes, including one where Marty and his son have a farting competition in a motel room that ends up smelling like “an aquarium that fed a sock”. That may have come from a line in Aquarius where someone says something similar about a police station. “I might have ripped it off, I’m not sure,” Duchovny says. “ You can ask Elizabeth Day about that.”

David Duchovny will perform at Latitude festival, near Southwold on July 25 and 02 Shepherd’s Bush Empire, W12 on July 27

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bakedbakermom · 3 months ago

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Here is my spoiler-heavy review of/bitch session about Perihelion. I, uh, didn't like it much. I can see the hard work and the love that Claudia Gray has for this series and these characters, and I appreciate it. But. It didn't work for me.

I went into this completely blind. As in, I didn't even read the am*zon blurb or the inside flap to see what it was about. I saw "new official X-Files book" and blacked out and then I had it in my hands. It's part casefile, part mytharc, picking up shortly after the events of My Struggle 4, and clearly meant to be a launching pad for continuing the show as a series of novels.

The casefile is about a killer targeting pregnant women, and Mulder and Scully get called in to investigate because of electrical disturbances in the vicinity of the murder. The mytharc is about the group that moves in to fill the power vacuum left behind by the destruction of the Syndicate (a group calling themselves the Inheritors) and the genetic fallout from the Syndicate's experiments that has resulted in people developing, um, superpowers. Like legit X-Men-style superpowers. And these X-Men aren't happy about it.

Okay let's talk about the casefile bit first. Look. I am sick to fucking death of this show's treatment of women and fertility. If I had known that was going to be the focus of part of this book, I don't know that I would have read it. There are some fairly graphic descriptions of one of the crime scenes early in the book that really turned my stomach, not in a "this is a fun scary story" kind of way but in a "this violence hits far too close to home and I am experiencing the starts of a panic attack" kind of way, so be mindful of that. There are also some scenes from the killer's POV as he stalks his victims - including, of course, Scully 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 - that are so enraging and pathetic I could barely get through them.

And then - TWIST - it turns out he doesn't have electricity powers.... SCULLY DOES. Yeah. Straight up superhero "shoot somebody with a bolt of lightning like DPO" powers. I. I don't.... I can't talk about that part right now or I'll stab myself in the face but...

Look. I love that we got a vehicle for Scully to address her trauma, get some agency, and kick some ass. She needed that. We all needed that. I do like that she completely handed this guy's ass to him when he showed up at the door expecting to face a scared pregnant lady and instead got taken down by Scully FBI in about oh 3 seconds like the pathetic misogynistic sack of shit he is. But FUCK please stop making Scully the target of a fucking serial killer. Stop.

And the book never does give a satisfactory explanation for why the electrical disturbances around each murder could have originated with Scully. Yes, she was near the scene of each crime. Yes, for SOME of them she was in an emotionally charged state. But y'all she was fucking ASLEEP during one of them. And there were many times she was emotionally charged and nothing happened. I don't mind when XF is vague about this shit, that's kind of what they do, but it could at least make sense. I thought maybe it would turn out not to be her but her baby, sensing the danger and acting out to protect or warn the others, but no... Scully just happened to be upset and nearby each time this guy hacked a pregnant woman and her unborn baby to pieces? That is a level of coincidence I just can't get behind. No. (It could still turn out to be the baby, though. I am not convinced.)

Also, unfortunately, Scully handing this guy his own ass on a silver platter was kind of a disappointing ending to that storyline. Satisfying for Scully as a character does not equal satisfying to the reader as a story, sorry.

Okay. Now. The Mytharc.

The shadowy Inheritors kinda suck. They're rich douchebags in ivory towers pulling strings to keep themselves in luxury. If the Syndicate was the generation that pulled themselves up by their bootstraps or whatever, the Inheritors are the trust fund baby generation who are just... there. They don't actually do very much in this story, but I suppose that could change if they try to carry TXF on as a series of novels. So far they seem focused on finding the X-Men that the Syndicate created by accident so they can have a standing army of mutants to do their bidding and keep them on top.

Two such individuals are Vane, who can turn into smoke and travel like Nightcrawler (and yes that's a comparison that's made in the text, which is NOT helping the X-Men allegations) and Craddock, who can channel the dead. (Cherish Craddock is my angel baby and I love her and will hear nothing bad about her. She has superpowers that could destabilize the very structure of society as we know it, and just... uses them to run a wellness cult because it's easy and fun and she doesn't have to work in an office. Honestly, same, love that for you.) They are secretly working against the Inheritors to turn the X-Men to THEIR side instead. There's a fucking secret underground training facility and everything.

There's also a new boss at the FBI who - gasp - has questionable motivations. And a new informant in pop culture tees who - gasp - has questionable motivations. Par for the course I guess, but if you're as sick of the constant rehashing of the mytharc tropes as I am, you're gonna be rolling your eyes. The mytharc just needs to die, okay. It is too broken. Turning The X-Files into The X-Men isn't going to fix it. Casefiles forever from here on out, okay?

Scully has a nice little sidequest where she asks a friend at work to help her figure out the whole "uh there's an alien virus spreading through the population that's causing various degrees of weird mutations including literal fucking superpowers and maybe we should, like, NOT let it do that" but nothing comes of that in this book.

So overall it was kind of a weak casefile, and a mytharc that felt like a lot of set-up for a payoff that may never come, and a ridiculous pivot into superhero territory that I am just not here for. Mulder and Scully are well-written and definitely them, which I appreciated, though given where canon left off with them it's not exactly fun to hang out in their lives/heads. There was one incredibly sweet scene toward the very end where they go to a sonogram together, and that's one of perhaps 3 scenes that I am snatching up like a thieving squirrel at the birdfeeder and taking back to my treehole nest to build my headcanons around.

Also.

There were a few things that absolutely infuriated me.

So the same friend of Scully's doing the genetic thing is also helping her work out the origins of her current pregnancy, and in doing so reveals some information/hope regarding William, which Vane also confirms, and SCULLY DOESN'T TELL MULDER THIS. They do so much work on their shared grief in this book, healing and communicating and reuniting, and she DOESN'T TELL HIM THAT THIS BABY IS HIS AND MAYBE WILLIAM WAS TOO AND THE WOUND THAT RIPPED THEM APART MAYBE WASN'T EVERYTHING THEY THOUGHT IT WAS??? He deserves that information and it pisses me the fuck off that she didn't share it; William is his trauma too, and keeping that from him is just so fucking mean and feels so out of character. They end the story hiding shit from each other and WHY do we still have this as a plot device Jesus Fucking Christ.

I am also so beyond angry that CSM came back for a visit via Craddock's channeling to help Mulder. Either he did that because he's genuinely had a change of heart now that he can see things from "the other side" (oh fuck you, gag me, vomit, do NOT try to redemption-arc this man to me, not ever), OR he's using Craddock to try and continue manipulating and controlling M&S even in death and FUCK YOU NO. I don't even care which one it is. I don't want to know. That man needs to never grace my screen (or page) ever again. Can we just leave his rotting, burnt out husk on the roadside and never deal with him as a character ever again??? CAN WE MOVE ON FROM THAT FUCKWAD PLEASE.

One more thing: there was a bit where Scully is ruminating on the trauma she's endured and there's a kind of throwaway line about Mulder having suffered too, though not as deeply. Dude had part of his BRAIN stolen. He was abducted and tortured. His entire life was a rollercoaster of trauma as he ripped himself apart to uncover the truth about Samantha, only to find out that his father was part of it and also not his father and oh btw every bad thing that ever happened to him and everyone he loved was that guy's fault. DUDE WAS LEGIT DEAD AND BURIED FOR MOOOOOOONNNNTHS. I am not saying what he and Scully endured are equivalent, but this dismissal left a bad taste in my mouth.

This review is so incredibly negative and I'm sorry for that. There were parts of it I had fun with. If this wasn't an XF story but instead an original universe, I might have liked it. But if this is where XF is heading... I think I'm out. Every fan has a breaking point and Scully growing lightning powers to fight Nightcrawler in a secret underground supermutant training facility is mine. I get where you're taking this train, Claudia Gray, and I respect your effort, but this is my stop.

#perihelion #perihelion review #perihelion spoilers #txf

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imawreck · 1 month ago

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Escape

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Original Character

Summary: Max continues to pursue her mission, and Wanda is intent on stopping her… no matter what.

Warnings: wounds, blood, gore, cursing, mental manipulation, most warnings from the other chapters as well.

Word Count: 3,548

Bucky-

"-Uck. Bucky!"

I stalled in the hallway at Steve's sudden voice in my ear. "Steve? Why weren't you answering?"

There was a pause before he answered. "I think being down so far is messing with the Comms. I had a run in with Max. She headed up towards the second floor."

Hearing him set my nerves at ease, if only a little. "Alright, so we regroup and head up. The others are still up there. We can corner her."

"We could miss our chance and I don't want to risk it. I'm following her up. Whatever you do, don't go down the hall I took. She did something to the doors."

The sound of metal wrenching open echoed from further into the building and I quickened my pace away from it and back towards the stairwell we had come from. "We're supposed to stay in our teams! Splitting up down here was a mistake." The groaning of metal was getting louder as I hustled down the hall. "Steve, just wait up. I'm almost to the stairwell."

"Bucky!"

My boots skidded to a halt as I whipped my head around. It hadn't come from the stairwell.

"Bucky, that's not me!"

Out of the darkness, I caught a glimpse of red, white, and blue. The silver star glinted in the red emergency lights as Steve hauled himself down the hall towards me. He looked like shit, an arm limp at his side as he tried and failed to kick up his pace towards me.

I frowned at him, hurring over to throw an arm around him. "I heard you on the comms—"

He coughed, clenching his fingers around his side and pinching his face in pain. "That's the thing, it wasn't me." Steve took a shallow breath in, "Max stole my Comms."

It didn't make any sense at all. I had heard his voice, not hers. "That can't be right. I swore I heard you."

"I know what you thought you heard, because I thought I heard you too before she showed up and threw me into a wall. She used your voice to lure me in." Steve's eyes went wide and a little wild. "She can copy us like some sort of voice recorder.”

I stared at him for a long moment, letting his words settle in. "So... you're telling me that Max is the one on the Comms."

He nodded, "She's using my voice to get to you."

Like he had summoned her, Steve's voice trickled through my ear again. I stared at his unmoving face as I heard his words, "You said you were almost to the stairwell, right? What's taking you so long? If I run into her again, I can't take her on alone."

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to detect a difference between the voice in my ear and the one I had just heard from the very man in front of me. There wasn't one. With a shaky hand, I pressed my finger to my ear, "Max?"

There was silence that followed until a tired sigh filtered through the speaker. "Game's up, huh? Captain is more resilient than he looks."

My hand went clammy with sweat as my heart raced behind my ribs. I motioned for Steve to follow me as I shuffled as quietly as I could up the staircase. She could be waiting up there for us and Steve was in no shape to hold his own. I would have to be a buffer between them if she attempted to ambush us.

Her next words had my blood freezing in my veins. I could practically hear the smile in her voice. "Somebody is coming to play, gotta go boys."

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Max-

Footsteps thumped in the darkness of the hall. It was more confined on the second floor, less places to hide and less room to maneuver around. They were coming faster, two sets. One pair was light, less weight to it and far too practiced to be anyone other than the Widow. The other was heavy, but restrained nonetheless. The archer.

An odd weight sat on my chest, roiled in my stomach as images—memories—flooded my head.

Slender fingers cupped around a shadowed jaw, lips against each other. The thought set my blood alight like fire. Orders rang in my head, 'Play with them.'

Handler didn't omit maiming, or killing.

Knives found themselves a home in my palm as their steps grew closer. I had left the stairwell, pushed away by the need to put distance between the Soldat and I. Something about him unsettled me deeply. Being near him had my heart rattling abnormally in place and my limbs seemed to forget their practiced stillness. Like he was a weakness to this body.

At the first glimpse of red hair, I let loose a blade. The Widow barely had time to drop out of the way before it could bury itself in her head. The archer was quick to cover fire with arrows that sent smoke crawling up the walls. The scent of fire burned thick in my nose as I moved several paces back, putting distance between the target and myself. Smoke was a quick move, a smart one, but it stole their vision as well as my own.

I heard a bowstring draw and waited until the arrowhead split the air before I made any move to avoid the oncoming shot. The arrowhead pounded into the concrete, burying itself into the cement six inches from where my side would've been. A nonfatal hit.

They weren't trying to kill. Their objective could only be capture.

"Any reason for the death-blade you tossed over here? It seemed a bit personal." Her fluttering feminine voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Maybe it was." The words forced themselves from my lips without my consent, and I shook my head as I tried to restrain any other words from spilling out. Having them all near was... confusing me.

"Maybe Max is still in there after all." The archer spoke this time, and I heard them shift behind the receding smoke.

I didn't offer up a response before I launched into a run, dropping low and sliding against the ground with the momentum. I kicked the archers legs from under him and snagged an arrow from his sheath, burying it in his thigh. His scream was harsh and grating as I shoved back to my feet just in time to avoid a kick to my sternum by the Widow.

Her fist crashed into my ribs quick and forceful, knocking the breath from me and jostling me enough to have me stumbling a few steps. She took the opportunity to get in a few more precise hits before a searing hot bolt of anger had me stepping into her space close enough to ram my hand against her jugular. She sputtered, clutching at her neck while I struck again at her knees. Her back hit the concrete hard and I craved to finish her off, but my chance was abruptly cut off as an arrow buried itself in my calf.

A scream tore through me as I clutched at the wound, baring my teeth at the archer with his bow still drawn. I took a short breath and tore it out before I pushed back to my feet. Loosing a pair of knives from my belt, I launched them both towards his legs. One caught his knee, slicing along the side deep enough to have him stumbling to the side with a grunt. I was on him in seconds with an uppercut to the jaw, laying him out cold on the bunker floor.

Before I could register the pounding steps behind me, a weight had settled onto my hips and a wire was looping around my neck. I forced my hand under the cord as I sucked in a shallow breath, backpedaling hard into the wall. The Widow grunted but her wire only tightened itself around my throat.

Panic began seeping into my bones as I struggled to fight with my depleting oxygen. I reached up, clawing at anything I could get my fingers on. My vision was getting spotty and in a few moments I would be either out or dead. Neither of those were my orders and the protocol instilled inside of me refused to allow me to fail. In a spur of fear, something triggered inside of me. I felt something along my spine shift, clicking into place and releasing a sudden pressure. The Widow screamed, her wire disappearing with her weight as she fell to the floor.

I dropped to the ground with her, scrambling away from her as I choked in air. I peered over my shoulder at her form laid up against the wall. Blood was painting her uniform in a dotted line straight up her torso. Her hands were pressed against parts of it to staunch the bleeding.

The clicking that happened right before she fell repeated itself, the muscles in my back tightening and pinching before a distinct 'shick' echoed through the corridor. My muscles eased once more and only the dull thrum of pain was left. The Widow looked at me with horror painted over her face as I shoved up from the floor and leveled out my feet, favoring my injured calf.

I moved over to her and she inched away from me in turn. My foot landed harshly on her extended leg, eliciting a sharp snap and her pained cry. "Follow and I'll kill you." It would be her only warning.

I turned sharp on my heel, heading for the stairwell to catch the two super soldiers. As I was about to round the corner, Iron Man's voice met my ears. "The Chairmen has evacuated the building and is awaiting his chopper. Any intel on Max?"

I stilled, calculating where the best place to land a chopper would be. Maybe the valley just before the building's entrance. It was the flattest terrain closest to the building, and the Chairman and his guards wouldn't fair well in the cold for very long. The longest it would take the chopper to land would be thirty minutes at the longest.

I had thirty minutes to get to him.

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Wanda-

My fingers were stiff from the cold drifting in from the broken doorway. Vision and I had once again scoured the first floor for any signs of Ghost. Every room was checked and Vision found every nook she could hide in. There was nothing. She hadn't made it back up yet.

All of the team had heard about Steve's run in with her and gauged their position based off of the words exchanged between the pair of super soldiers. They were somewhere between the second and third floor. I knew that Clint and Natasha had made their way to the second floor and hoped that they would somehow corner her and resolve this mission quickly.

A part of me didn't want them to find her, though.

I wanted her to pay for what she did to my brother, for the life she stole from him and the pain she had caused me. He was the only family I had left and she took him from me.

She deserved to pay.

I wanted to find her and pick her apart, find out what really happened in those memories of hers and find what made her tick. Then I wanted to snuff it out just like she had done to Pietro. My powers would allow me to.

They had grown in my bout of rage, done things I never even fathomed I could do. I could read people's minds and see what they saw. I could influence them too, make them do things to bend to my will. I was powerful, unstoppable.

The soft whisper of Vision passing through the wall in front of me drew my attention back to the reality of our situation. Ghost was somewhere below us throuncing around and causing mayhem and I needed to get to her.

"Vision," I called, "I think we should make our way towards the stairwell to the second floor. Maybe we can stop her from getting up here."

There was a moment when a flicker of thought flashed over his features and he nodded, floating down the hall towards the stairs. I followed him close behind.

"I know you are angry, Wanda."

My eyes snapped towards him and I couldn't help the bite that followed my words. "She killed my brother."

He nodded as if he understood. "She is under the influence of a serum. It was against her will."

"That doesn't make it any easier. Let me ask you something. You know how dangerous she is, the threat she poses just walking around. Do you think she should live?" We had stopped our trek toward the stairs in favor of looking at each other. I waited for him to say something, anything at all.

"Well," he paused, eyeing the wall besides me deep in thought. "Tony has the power and potential to be a very dangerous man. We all do, really. That's not far from asking if you should live even though you have the power that you possess."

I should've expected such a reply from him, but it didn't stop the brewing anger I felt writhing in my stomach. "Let's get moving." My heel spun on the pavement before I pushed away from him on my march towards the stairwell.

I didn't get very far before I came face to face with a silver-eyed assassin.

She looked equally as concerned as I did until her haunting eyes snapped to something behind me and she took a couple steps backwards. The bolt of fear I felt at the thought of her fleeing had me sending a surge of power out and around the fallen doors and yanking them from their place down the hall and hurtling towards the empty hallway behind her. I aligned them with the hall and crammed them into place, the echo of metal scraping cement filling the air.

Ghost didn't so much as flinch as she watched the dust settle from beneath them. Her eyes only shifted back towards me with a chilling steadiness. A hand came up to press against her side and for a moment her eyes dragged down to the bloody leg of her uniform and the small pool of red that had begun to collect under her boot. Having her injured gave us an advantage.

Vision still hovered at my side in silence, watching her every move. Ghost plucked a knife from her belt and sent it flying towards me, but it stopped short as my power stole its momentum and left it hovering mid-air.

Ghost tilted her head, clicking her tongue, before she threw her body towards us.

I could almost laugh, really. She was closing in, barreling down the hall towards Vision and I at full speed, and all I had to do was wait for the right moment before I could deliver a blow. My powers itched to be released, whispering around my fingers and winding over my shoulders. Her feet pounded the ground a foot away from me, and I released a surge towards her in hopes it would knock her clear into the barrier I had created. I almost felt giddy at the thought.

That was, until her fist connected with my nose with a sickening crunch and pain erupted across my face.

Vision yelled my name, and a blurry image of his form flickered into view before a splotch of white whizzed by. He turned away from me and shot off down the hall. I pushed myself up and wiped viciously at the blood trickling down my nose.

Why hadn't it worked? How did she evade my powers? It was impossible! She should be smashed against the barrier doors!

Anger fueled me to my feet as I caught sight of Vision and Ghost down the hall circling each other. Ghost's eyes were wide and her jaw was clenched. She stood a little to the left, keeping her weight off her right leg which continued to bleed across the concrete floor. Vision shot forward and gripped the front of her uniform before he slammed her against the wall beside him. She struggled against him, clawing at his arms and chest, but it was no use.

Her fist connected hard with his face, knocking him back a step and easing his grip on her uniform enough to give her other fist a chance to knock into the stone glowing against his red skin. Vision recoiled, blinking rapidly in a daze. She tried to shuffle away to escape down the hall, but he grabbed the back of her utility belt and pulled her to the floor. With her pinned below him, vision lifted his fist and smashed it across her left cheek, knocking her head to the side. Our eyes connected as she spit blood across the ground, anger lighting her silver eyes.

My body stilled, vision tunneling in on her. Something akin to vines snaked across the floor, vibrant and blue. It wasn't until they inched close across the floor towards me that I realized they weren't vines at all. Much like my own power, the blue tendrils twirled and crawled as they reached towards me. I tried to move, to shift away, but I was locked in place. One of them curled around my leg and another sprung up to wrap around my waste and suddenly I was being lurched forward into darkness.

Complete, and utter darkness.

The tendrils of blue were gone and so was the floor and the chill of the mountain. It was quiet, eerily so, and my body felt like cotton. I turned, but I was met with more nothingness in every direction. "Vision?"

No one responded. My voice didn't even echo. The darkness just swallowed it up. I began taking hesitant steps forward in hopes that I would find a way out. I had no idea how I had even gotten here or where here was.

I walked for several minutes until something cold caught my foot and sent me stumbling a few steps. I twirled around, spotting a cold metal handle protruding from the ground. A withered wooden door was attached to it and it groaned as if a weight was pressing up against it.

Something about its appearance sent a chill running up my spine. It was the only thing I had seen other than pitch blackness for several minutes, but something about it wasn't right. The wood groaned again, and a cry resounded from behind it muffled by the surface. I dropped down beside it as I heard it, pressing my ear against the rough exterior and willing my hearing to catch it again.

And it did, soft and pleading.

I wrapped my fingers around the handle and pulled hard, yanking against whatever force held it in place. It took a few tries before it snapped open and I hauled it to the side, peering into more darkness below. But the cry came again in the form of a scream. With the door out of the way, I could tell it was from a child. Their voice was high pitch and filled with fear and sobbing.

"Please," it cried, "it was an accident! I didn't mean to Commander, please!" There was a harsh thump and the child wailed louder.

I clamored down, my heart pounding in my ears. Why was a child here? What on earth was happening?

I pushed my arms out, fumbling around in the darkness. There was another door illuminated by a single lantern hung on the wall. It looked old and weather worn, barely clinging to life as the flame fluttered inside it. The handle was cold under my fingers as I swallowed, hesitating to open it. "Hello?"

I didn't have to pull for the door to open this time, it opened on it's own. I was thrown back by the force of it, colliding with the floor as it swung open and crashed into the wall beside it.

Screams filled the air, thousands of them, in a cacophony of noise that slammed into me. Hands reached out from the doorway covered in blood and grime as they clawed towards me. A whip cracked from somewhere beyond them in the darkness and the child continued to wail in the chaos of all the noise.

I covered my ears, overwhelmed by the sorrow and horrors that began pouring out of the doorway. I couldn't shut my eyes in time though, not before a body fell out of the frame and flopped to the floor beside me. My eyes were drawn to his familiar face, to the blonde curls sprouting from his head and the smooth shape of his nose.

Pietro.

But his eyes were grey and empty, and his body was limp as black blood pooled out of the wounds he had died from. It colored the bottom of my boots and spread across the floor towards me. I shoved away from it, mortified by the sight of his dead body here of all places.

And I screamed.

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50 Random Character Asks: Asami Sato

You're lucky I love her.

1. Canon I outright reject

That she and Korra are soulmates. I think that was in a comic? Anyway no, after a few months of trying out a relationship in their early 20s they realize they want different things and break up more or less amicably.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Asami is actually bad at stuff! She's not perfect at everything all the time!

3. Obscure headcanon

As fearless and caring as she is Asami is also a bit squeamish and is not great with sick people because she's a sympathy vomiter.

4. Favorite line

"Why would there be fence posts but no fence?" Girl for a genius you were so close.

5. Best personality trait

Selfless without being a doormat.

6. Worst personality trait

Gets angry when she's hurt instead of admitting how she really feels.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

She's 18-22 in canon, 5'9", 140lbs or thereabouts mostly because she's tall and all muscle.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

She's interesting and loveable all by herself without being Korra's girlfriend. She went four seasons without dating Korra but most of the fandom is only interested in her as part of a pairing that wasn't even in the original material. If you ever look up "facts about Asami" more than half of it is about her dating Korra. It's infuriating. She's a person on her own! I hate that the franchise and the fandom have reduced her to the "and girlfriend" tag along of the main character when she has so much to give just as herself.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Her standing up to her dad in The Aftermath. As someone who also idolized a dad who turned out to be a misguided asshole I can tell you that shit is hard. She should get a medal and a hug.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

I love everything about this.

11. Faceclaim for the role

Arden Cho

12. Crack headcanon

Asami is a slob. She might look put together but her house is a mess and she's always losing stuff amid the jumble of things in her handbag. She grew up with a cleaning service and it shows.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Trying to get with Mako again in Book 2. No. What were you thinking? You're so awesome, go find somebody, anybody who isn't the guy who ghost-dumped you for his "friend" six months ago! (eh HEM I even have a suggestion)

14. Most heroic moment

I was going to say standing up to her father in B1 or flying a biplane in combat conditions in B2 or kicking people in the face on top of a moving train or flying a basically untested piece of mecha onto a robot colossus, but I actually think it's this:

It's really hard to forgive someone.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Nothing, Asami has never done anything wrong in her life and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise.

kissing Mako in B2

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

Asami is scared that she won't know how to be a mother when the time comes because she didn't really have one. Her dad mostly had staff to do the childcare parts of being a father but she doesn't want that for her family. Asami does want kids, she's pretty sure, but she never quite knows what to do with them and has no idea how she'll balance that with her own interests and ambitions. She's not interested in a stay at home role and finds herself attracted to people who are also as ambitious and dedicated to their interests as she is. She looks at people like Pema or even Korra who seem like such natural moms and then at people like Lin who are all about their career and doesn't see herself in any of them. Asami is desperate for a role model of a strong career woman with a loving family who can tell her how to have it all. Izumi

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them.

youtube

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Having her mother murdered at home. Having her father and idol try to kill her before being sent to prison for treason for funding and then leading an effort to overthrow the government right under her nose, then being murdered after she decides to try to forgive him and have a relationship again. Always coming in second place after the thing the person she loves loves more than her, and always being relied upon to put her own needs aside for the greater good. Being treated as a hot chick by everyone who meets her but rarely engaged intellectually. Asami Sato, half ATM, half meat slab.

I think Asami needs a lot of therapy tbh.

19. Vices/bad habits

She drinks too much when she's sad.

20. Scars

One on her collarbone from when she broke it riding her motorbike at 16.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

I think she'd be into flavored fizzy waters.

22. Best physical feature

Um, all of her? Have you seen this girl? But if you ask her she'd say her hair.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Lavender and engine oil.

24. Most annoying habit

She chews on the ends of pens whether they're her pens or not.

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Utility knife, a bunch of snacks, duct tape. She'd be fine.

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

It doesn't matter who she's stuck with because she fixes the elevator.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Sneaking chocolate into the spa so she can eat it while soaking in the hot pool.

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

Can't answer this without a victim but Asami generally likes anyone unless they've crossed her, in which case watch the fuck out.

29. Eating habits

Asami cannot cook to save her life but generally tries to keep it healthy, which means a combination of salads, instant soup, and takeout. These are all things she can make. She finds it weird to keep a cook just for herself. Once she's married she happily lets her partner or hired help do the cooking.

30. Sleeping habits

Night owl, heavy sleeper, stomach sleeper under a big pile of blankets. Her partner sometimes checks to make sure she's still breathing.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

Just pictures of hot cars and the occasional Taylor Swift quote. I think she's more of a gamer geek than a fandom geek.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Asami's feet are quite ticklish. Tickle her feet and she'll laugh whether she wants to or not.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Being dumped.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

For a very social person Asami saves her strongest emotions for more private moments. She gets a big smile and will do group hugs when she's excited but in canon we almost always see her turning away or leaving the room when she's upset or scared rather than seeking comfort. The only exception I think is in book 1 where she opens up to Mako about her mom. So I think if she was in a loving relationship she might get a cuddle if she's sad.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

At the beach with a group of close friends, alternating between swimming, games, and sitting under an umbrella with her sketch pad and a pretty little fruity drink. At some point there are massages. She magically doesn't get sunburned. She ends the day tired and happy and feeling loved and relaxed.

36. Their favorite season

Summer. It's the best season for racing and cute outfits.

37. What they really think about themselves

Asami knows that she's pretty and smart and successful. There's no false modesty there. But sometimes she wonders if that will ever be enough for someone or if there's something wrong with her because she keeps being left behind all the same. It takes a lot of steady unflinching love to get her over that final insecurity.

38. Favorite holiday

All of them! Asami loves holidays and celebrations of all kinds. Especially the ones that come with cookies.

39. Favorite game

Assuming auto racing is not a game, kuai ball. She would have said pai sho but she beats most opponents so fast that the only people she really enjoys playing with are Commander Bumi and General Iroh. She and Bumi have a standing game the first Sunday of the month right up until his death.

40. Favorite book

Asami doesn't have a single favorite book and rarely re-reads, but she's very partial to the kind of edge-of-your-seat gory sci-fi thriller that usually involves a lot of people being eaten. I also peg her as a horror movie fan; the more ridiculous and bloody the better.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

The easy answer is her mom. Barring that, everyone tells her she would have loved Sokka so I think she'd be curious to meet him.

42. 3 comfort items

Warm food, warm blankets, and the smell of her workshop.

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

Love: sesame sticks, pork and chive dumplings, pistachio ice cream. Despise: Gommu's street gruel, tomato carrots, anything served with the head still on it.

44. Their happiest memory

Asami still vividly remembers her first pro-bending championship game. Her team won and she screamed herself hoarse before going to get victory ice cream with her friends.

45. Their favorite celebrity

Korra

46. The person they most admire

I think she'd really admire female world leaders like Suyin or Firelord Izumi. Maybe even Kuvira up until she decided not to step down.

47. Their dream job

Stock car racer or pro-bender.

48. Scariest moment of their life

Being ejected from the hummingbird suit.

49. Favorite toy as a child

She had a doll named Yina who she took everywhere. Yina wasn't her baby but rather her pretend sister.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

Asami was home when her mother was killed. She called the police using the number her parents had shown her but she doesn't remember it.

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browniejeane · 2 months ago

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WIP Wednesday - Another Outtake of the Fic that won't quit.

Knocked TF out by a migraine today; which is hard to take care of when the littlest spawn is full of piss and vinegar. Here's another outtake in lieu of a bit of the latest chapter, which is still being written/edited.

Returning to where the Lavellan Clan had settled before sending her off to the Temple, where they had been massacred, only felt right. That she had done it alone and on a whim while actively being hunted down by red Templars and the Venatori and an evil abomination of a man who would be a god…probably not the best idea. But she couldn’t not come say goodbye. And she hadn’t meant to come alone. Originally, she had intended to ask Cullen to come with her, visions of being alone for the first time since their stolen first kiss on the battlements outside his office. But those thoughts dissipated like the melting snow in the courtyard after they’d had a spat. It had started with how she was taking unnecessary risks while out in the Emerald Graves to get the cooperation of the Dalish clan there-which she disagreed with and held firm that she was just doing what needed to be done-and ended with him basically kicking her out of his office saying that they obviously needed a few days apart and recommending that she head off to her next location. Keyanna had only taken his advice. She left for her next location. And yes, her friends would have come along, no questions asked. However, they were needed at Skyhold. Blackwell and Leliana were combing over the latest Warden finds; Varric and Hawke were catching up and plotting their next moves; Cassandra was keeping an eye on Cullen for her in regards to the lyrium addiction recovery; Bull and Dorian had made…plans; Solas was spending all his free time talking to Alexius about the time magic; Sera had stepped out for a few days to deal with Red Jenny business; Vivienne was researching her own spell and conferring with Josie about getting the harder to come by components from some of the nobles in Orlais, and had waved Keyanna away with an uninterested glance before the Inquisitor had even opened her mouth. Which was just as well. The only person she had wanted to come with her was Cullen. Heart aching, she waded into the river just upstream from the ruins of her clan. She didn’t feel strong enough to face the remains of her home just yet. Maybe she should have dragged somebody along with her. Varric would have dropped everything at the very least. But it was too late now, and she could only hope that they weren’t too mad at her when she returned. And maybe Cullen had been on to something and there was a kernel of truth in his argument with her trying too hard to get the Dalish to their cause. The clan in the Emerald Graves wasn’t going to replace the clan she lost, but if she could save one more elf from the Venatori, she was going to do whatever she had to do to ensure that they lived. She sank neck deep in the cold, fast moving water, closing her eyes as she ducked under the surface and stayed there for several moments, letting the current wash away her worries and pull her downstream just a touch before she planted her feet deep in the silt and pushed her head back up above the surface of the water. She wondered what everyone was doing back at home. Strange, how Skyhold was more of a home now than the Free Marches were these days. She’d grown up in these lands, but she felt like a stranger or an intruder in this valley that now held the last of her family. With a heavy sigh, she shook her head, wondering if she had made a mistake in coming out here. But she wanted to say goodbye to her family. She figured that even the leader of the Inquisition deserved that much. Scrubbing roughly at her scalp with some of the soap she had packed from Skyhold, she watched fluffy clouds drift lazily across the sky. Staring up at the sky, a thought filtered through her head, flitting about like a butterfly. If she hadn’t gone to the Temple, would she be dead with her family? Or would they have all been ignored

“Keyanna!” A familiar, worried voice rang out, tearing her from her thoughts. It carried a sharpness it didn’t normally have when he said her name. Her dark brows drew together as her head swiveled about, looking for Cullen. He burst through the underbrush not far from where she’d entered the water, her clothes folded just out of his sight behind a large rock. And to his left, her horse stamped its hooves and snorted, its barrel chest heaving as though it had been running alongside him from where she had tied it up. He was too far away for her to make out the details of his face, but she saw the moment he spotted her floating in the water because his whole body sagged in relief. Then, much to her surprise, he shrugged off his mantle, and armor before he waded into the river in just his linen shirt and breeches, face alternating between stormy and relieved until he stood before her and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair as he clung to her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, clutching his sodden shirt and letting her eyes fall closed, even though she knew she was in for the scolding of her life.

“When I said for you to go, I didn’t mean alone,” Cullen began roughly, voice shaking as his hands slid over her wet skin and pulled her impossibly close. “I am so very angry with you,” he said, sounding not a bit angry in the least. He moved his head slightly and pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss before he pulled back slightly and gave her a quick once over as if inspecting her for injuries, hands sliding up to her shoulders where he gripped her hard enough that she would be sporting two hand shaped bruises for a few days. His face slowly became nearly thunderous as he realized she was fine and, okay yes, there was the anger. Keyanna clung to the wet fabric around his hips and met his gaze stubbornly, full lips pursing as she fought not to shrink under his radiating anger and disappointment.

“I needed to see for myself,” she whispered into his chest, eyes on his throat because she couldn’t look him in the eye and watch as his rage morphed into pity. “And I didn’t intend to come out here by myself. Honest.” Her hands slid up to his chest, and she plucked at an invisible piece of lint with one hand as his calloused fingers squeezed her shoulders, then dropped down to her hips as he sighed and pressed his face into her head once more.

“If it hadn’t been for Cole, nobody would have known where you went,” he mumbled into her skin, scruff scraping along the sensitive tip of her ear. “Leliana scattered her scouts as soon as we realized nobody knew where you were and Josie was reaching out to all her nobles to see if anybody had seen you go by.” His throat clicked when he swallowed hard and pulled away slightly in order to try and catch her eye, but Keyanna kept her gaze stubbornly fixed on her fingers. “I was going out of my mind. For days.” Keyanna finally looked him in the eye and saw the exhaustion that sat on his shoulders like his mantle, dark circles set deep under his eyes and the new lines around his mouth that she wanted to wipe away with her fingers. “But Cole-” she began before being cut off by Cullen’s lips. Sighing into the kiss, her eyes slid closed and she swayed further into him, arms sliding up to wrap around his neck and her chest press close to his, wet linen plastering itself to her soaked skin as his hands wrapped around her back.

“He speaks in riddles and it took far to long to understand just what he meant,” he snarled before leaning back in and giving her a series of small pecks on her full lips that felt wonderfully kiss bruised. She pulled back, ready to ask more questions about just how he knew where to find her when Cullen pulled her in closer, holding her tighter. “I don’t want to talk about Cole,” he growled against her lips before diving back in, rougher this time.

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thebookwormfairy · 1 year ago

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What If Marinette and Adrien had an Adult (Prologue)

So been thinking about this for awhile. This is going to be a Maribat fic (Mostly found family, Daminette (eventually) Adrien x Jon Kent (they would be awesome together) Jason Todd x OFC (mentioned)). What if Selina took a note out of Bruce's book and adopted a little orphan of her own. What if she was close to Jason, what if she followed Dick and started the Teen Titans after losing Jason, and what if she eventually ended up in Paris saw Hawkmoth and these two kids doing their best and just went "mine now!". Well I guess we'll find out.

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Part 2

Kathrine "Kitty" Kyle has been through a lot in her short 23 years of life

She was adopted at age 7 by Selina Kyle, socialite of Gotham, sweetheart to one Bruce Wayne, and infamous Catwoman

Being raised by such an extraordinary woman of course meant that Kitty's childhood was anything but normal

She was running across the rooves of Gotham at age 9 leading to her first run in with the crime fighting duo Batman and Robin

She started stealing from those who deserved it at age 10

had her first run in with the newest Robin at age 11

decided she hated said Robin about an hour later

hated him a little less 6 months later,

was kinda friends with him at age 12.

Age 13 is when butterflies erupted whenever she was around him

age 14 is when she learned Robin's real name is Jason Todd and when she shared her first kiss with him.

Everything seemed perfect until she turned 16 and lost him to a monster.

She turned her back on Batman when he refused to do anything about Jason's death and joined Nightwing, now returning to his original mantel as Robin, in Jump City, where they met a cyborg, a green changeling, a sorcerous, and an alien princess and created the Teen Titans

She still talked to her adopted mother but refuse to her anything about her love

She stayed with the Teen Titans for years making friends with heros and and an villain or 2

Much to Dick's frustration and Jinx's glee

What could Kitty say, they had a lot in common

At age 19 Kitty gets her high school diploma, and decides she wants to try civilian life for a bit

She decides to go to college in Paris having fallen in love with the city after the battle with the Brotherhood of Evil

She enters college as an art history major, something Selina got a kick out of

She found herself getting bored so she decided to get a part-time job at a little bakery by a school

The owners, Tom and Sabine, are nice but very busy

And they have a daughter, Marinette who is such a bright light in the world at age 11

Most of Kitty's shifts at the bakery is filled with Marinette chatting with her and showing of her creations and designs

And at night, well what can Kitty say, old habits die hars

She takes to the roof tops of Paris as her hero persona Dusk, Paris' newest cat themed hero

At age 20 over a video call with her mom Kitty took the first steps to truly start healing from losing Jason

Kitty: How is Bruce and the rest of the Waynes doing?

Selina gave a startle look before a small smile formed on her lips

Selina: He's doing good, he's added 3 more to the flock since you've been gone

Kitty: 3?!?!? Bruce really needs to talk to somebody about this adoption addiction

Selina gave a laugh: I've tried but what can I do he looks so happy with each of them but there does seem to be a bit of a theme with most of them

Bruce *from the background*: I can hear both of you

Kitty in a small voice: Hi Bruce

Bruce *walking into frame with a small smile also gracing his face*: Hi Kitty

Her relationship with the Waynes grew from there

She met the newest addictions Tim, Stephanie, and Damian though the youngest of them did call her "the daughter of the harlot"

Kitty: We really need to work on your slang

Dick who was also on the video call burst into laughter

At 23 a giant rock monster attacked Paris

Kitty quickly changed into her alter ego, Dusk, and made her way to the scene at the Stadium

Dusk: What the heck?!

Dusk comes upon a scene of 2 young looking heros they can't be older than 14 and another young girl who is holding her phone recording the whole thing

Alya: Oh my gosh! It's the hero Dusk, are these 2 your sidekicks? Are you starting a new branch of the Teen Titans here in Paris? Are you-

Dusk: Ok that's enough, while I appreciate your interest, this is dangerous and you need to get to safety. You have more than enough material so go on, get to safety

Alya: But-

Dusk: Now!

Alya reluctantly left the Stadium leaving Dusk with Ladybug and Chat Noir

Ladybug quickly told Dusk everything she knew with Chat interjecting every once and a while

Dusk: Ok first thing first, we are going to take care of that giant rock monster than we are going to meet tonight at the top of the Eiffel Tower at midnight so we can go over everything again and figure this all out, deal?

Ladybug and Chat Noir: Deal!

They took quick care of Stone Heart with Dusk reminding Ladybug to catch the little black butterfly that flew from the akuma victim

Promising to meet again that night the 3 went their separate ways

Only to meet again at the agreed upon time a place

Dusk: Okay you 2 I came early and checked and disarmed are cameras and possible bugs. I'm not going to ask for your identities, but I'm going to ask you both some questions and I want you to answer me honestly. I won't judge you for your answers but they need to be honest , okay?

The 2 younger heros nodded their heads

Dusk: first question, do you know who gave you your miraculous?

The 2 teens shook their heads

Dusk: Do either of you have any training on being heros?

Again the answer was no

Dusk: How old are you two really?

Ladybug: 14

Chat Noir: Me too

Dusk gave a sigh: Do you have anybody you can go to for help?

Again no

Dusk: Well now you do. I might not have a miraculous but I have been doing this since I was 9. I won't ask for you to share your identities with me or each other if you don't want to but I'm going to train you 3 times a week. Twice a week in your magic suits and once a week out of them. You can wear these for those trainings.

Dusk hand them 2 domino masks

Dusk: Look I'm not asking you to trust me and tell me all your secrets, I am here if you need that though, but you 2 need an adult you can turn to, somebody to teach you the ropes of being a hero, and somebody to lean on when you need it. If you two agree to this then we start tomorrow night on the roof of the Grande Falls building at the same time. I'll let you two discuss this tonight, your a team and this decision should be made as a team. After you made your decision head straight home, you need your rest after the day you had.

With that Dusk left the top of the tower heading on her patrol route before heading to her apartment to sleep

The next night Dusk watch as Ladybug and Chat Noir landed on the roof top together

Ladybug: If you are willing to teach we are willing to learn

Dusk gave the two a smile and only had one thought in her head

If no one wanted to help these two then they are her's now

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kevinsreviewcatalogue · 26 days ago

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Review: Terrifier 3

Terrifier 3 (2024)

Not rated

Score: 4 out of 5

With Terrifier 3, the little indie splatter horror franchise that could has entered "franchise mode". On top of its advertising, its merchandising, its tie-in single by Ice Nine Kills, and its staggering box-office success, the movie itself makes Art the Clown as much the main character as its returning heroine Sienna Shaw, with nearly every kill now a horrifying set piece of explosive carnage and Art's sidekick from the last movie, the ambiguously demonic Little Pale Girl, upgraded to a co-villain in her own right as she possesses somebody and joins in on the action herself. The best comparison I can think of is A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master, though I'd argue that this is the better movie of the two by a wide margin, one that not only cleans up the biggest flaw that held back its predecessor but also manages to be a twisted, explosive celebration of practical effects work unbound by the MPA (as in, they just up and released this unrated knowing damn well it would've gotten an NC-17 the second they showed up at the MPA's offices). It's a big, swaggering splatterfest that's as bonkers as its killer clown villain, and while it does unfortunately introduce some new flaws that leave me wondering if Damien Leone, the writer, director, and main visionary behind this series, is getting lost in the weeds a bit with his creation, this is otherwise one hell of an experience.

Set five years after the events of the last movie, our protagonist Sienna Shaw, who has spent her time in and out of psychiatric care thanks to what she experienced in her last encounter with Art the Clown, has just left the hospital to live with her aunt Jess, uncle Greg, and little cousin Gabbie. The idea of a slasher sequel focusing on how traumatized the final girl has become is not a new idea (all the way back in the '90s, Scream 2 and Halloween H20: Twenty Years Later built their heroines' arcs around it), but this movie does it well, in its characteristic fashion. Lauren LaVera gets another great opportunity to play Sienna as more than just the "tough chick" horror heroine, somebody who can undoubtedly still kick Art's ass but has also been left a psychological wreck by all the things she's witnessed. She has visions of her dead friends blaming her for their deaths, the last movie's implications that she was going insane all but spelled out in the text now, and she recoils when Gabbie goes snooping in her diary and reads about some of the things she described in there. We get a flashback to Sienna's childhood, her father played by Jason Patric in a cameo, illustrating how she loved him and driving home how much his decline and ultimate death broke her. I find it amusing how the Terrifier films, with their in-your-face violence and lack of subtlety, are sometimes seen as a rejoinder to the "elevated horror" boom of the last ten years, particularly how many such films use their monsters and demons as metaphors for some trauma in the protagonists' pasts, because Sienna's arc in these movies treads very similar waters -- and, for my money, more or less pulls it off. In two movies, Sienna Shaw has become one of the all-time great horror heroines, and LaVera is central to why.

It also helps, of course, to have a real monster for your heroine to face off against. And here, we have not one, but two of them. I've already sung David Howard Thornton's praises for his performance as Art the Clown before, and he largely sticks to what worked in the past, combining great physical comedy with a mean streak a mile wide to make for a sick, sadistic villain who treats everything like one big joke and is clearly enjoying himself as he hunts and torments his victims. At times, Art feels almost like a silent slasher version of Deadpool, a guy who's in on the joke and feels like he wants to let everybody else in on it too. The Little Pale Girl also makes a return, in a sense, this time possessing the first film's lone survivor Victoria Hayes, who begins the film institutionalized after Art had mutilated her face and driven her insane only for Art to break her out. If Art is a slasher version of the Joker, then the possessed Victoria is his Harley Quinn, a female counterpart who is not only just as vicious and terrifying but also serves as his "voice" throughout the film, being the one who directly taunts people through words as opposed to just gestures. Samantha Scaffidi is playing a character almost wholly different from what she was in the first movie, unrecognizable both literally due to her mangled face and figuratively as she partakes in the violence rather than trying to survive it, and she turned out to be the film's secret weapon, somebody who kept the scares grounded even as Art takes the Freddy Krueger route of becoming a more overtly comedic killer. Victoria brought most of the film's genuine scares here versus Art's more cartoonish carnage, and she proved to be a very welcome addition to not only the lore but also, more importantly, the movie as a whole.

That's not to say that Art isn't scary anymore, though. As I've said when discussing the prior films, sheer visceral excess has a weight to it all its own, and when paired with the more comedic elements of his character, that lends him the feeling of a sick, degenerate troll for whom nothing actually matters except his own amusement. This is a movie that happily crosses lines that other slashers wouldn't dare tread near, a gross display of viscera that offers Leone another chance to show off his special effects craftsmanship with the kind of set piece kills that feel like they were concocted by a schoolyard full of kids in a contest to come up with the sickest ways to die. We get a guy getting the skin on his head ripped off, liquid nitrogen being used to freeze a man's flesh before it's smashed off with a hammer, live rats being shoved down a woman's throat and then eating their way out through her neck, a shower scene to rival the infamous bedroom scene from the second film (...who says that doesn't fit there?), beheadings, dismemberments, the works, as well as Art actually "going there" when it comes to one of horror's biggest taboos. These movies are being hyped up at this point as gauntlets for seasoned horror fans to run (and shock others with), and while the tone is too lighthearted for it to really hang with the grossest examples of splatter horror, make no mistake: the warnings that theaters are putting up for this are there for a reason.

The pacing is tighter this time around, showing that Leone has learned from one of the main criticisms of the last movie. It's still just over two hours long, but it moves a lot quicker than before, each hour respectively feeling like the first two acts of a movie that's setting up for a smashing finale but still delivering the goods where it matters. The plot builds on the second film's implications that there was something more cosmic going on than just a simple slasher story, explicitly naming the Little Pale Girl as a demon and strongly implying that Sienna too has an angel in her corner, ultimately ending on a cliffhanger and leaving a lot of open questions that the fourth movie promises to answer. The added lore did a lot to flesh out the story, put some fun twists on a lot of slasher tropes (the final girl, the killer coming back from the dead), and got me interested in seeing the next one. That said, not only does it create a risk of continuity lockout for people who haven't seen any of the other films, especially with how the opening hinges so much on characters and events from the second film, it also naturally means that this movie's own story is incomplete. A lot hinges on whether the fourth movie sticks the landing, and right now, all I can say is this: at least they didn't try to expand on Art's backstory the way the Nightmare sequels did Freddy's or the Halloween sequels did Michael Myers'. His whole deal boils down to the fact that he was such an evil fuckin' bastard in life (which, if you've seen any of these movies... yeah) that the forces of darkness took a liking to him and revived him as their champion to keep killing. It's a simple explanation that preserves his mystique and doesn't detract from what makes him so enjoyable to watch, the kind of thing you'd expect a slasher fan to come up with if they were asked to develop the lore around a slasher villain, and I appreciated it.

The Bottom Line

Terrifier 3 isn't without its flaws, but it's still the best film in the series thus far. If Art the Clown isn't a bona fide horror icon at this point, then it's only because he's still fairly new. Check it out if you've got the stomach.

#terrifier #terrifier 3 #horror #horror movies #slasher #slasher movies #supernatural horror #damien leone #lauren lavera #sienna shaw #david howard thornton #art the clown #daniel roebuck #jason patric #chris jericho #samantha scaffidi

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olivander1270 · 10 months ago

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ghostly habits. | wolfstar | non-canon!au | wc: 0.497k ( inspired by this pin but originally from @courfeycute on this shithole of an app :) )

content includes course language :)

a.n: the beginning of a new au :) not necessarily a series, but this may have a pt2? i'm not sure. i'm not a huge fan of this but i need to start this blog one way or another :)

"you bloody wanker."

"i have no idea what you're talking about."

to the naked eye, it would appear that remus was talking to himself; maybe that's why his reputation lately has been so rambunctious lately. or maybe it was the ghostly figure looming over his shoulder like it had been for two weeks now.

"you see that group of teenage girls over there? the ones who have never looked my way before? yes well, thanks to somebody," remus glanced at the ghost over his shoulder, "they've been staring at me for the past ten minutes!" he whispered, attempting to pour every ounce of venom possible into his words.

the ghost, sirius, smiled. "remus, dear, i made you the talk of the town, really you should be thanking me. now, where were we on the list?" sirius craned his neck to get a look at the shopping list remus was holding in his left hand. his right was occupied by a half-full shopping basket. remus moved the list from sirius's line of vision.

"you made people think i'm a witch, sirius. let me go back through the chain of events for you, shall i? somebody throws a baseball at me-- which is a very normal thing to do in a game of baseball-- and remind me, sirius, what did you do?" remus stares expectantly at his ghostly companion.

"i caught it," sirius supplies. remus frowns. "i caught it while invisible." sirius rolls his eyes.

"exactly," remus says while placing a carton of eggs into his basket. "and now the whole town thinks i'm some sort of sorcerer. if one more person asks me to make them float i'm going to perform an exorcism on you."

"oi! i'm the one who has to bloody pick up everything people ask you to levitate. how tired do you think my arms get?" sirius follows remus up to the cash register. the boy scanning the items has a bored look on his face.

"that'll be thirty eight dollars. cash or card?"

"cash, please." remus hands the boy a fifty dollar note.

"i wonder what would happen if i socked this kid right in his face," sirius says, smugly. "it'd get you in a spot of trouble with the coppers, that's for sure."

the boy behind the register hands remus his change. "see you later, man. uh, keep me in your good books, okay? my mam says if i come home reeking of 'bad vibes' from seeing you, she's gonna kick me out."

remus stares blankly at the boy while sirius howls with laughter. "yeah, sure, dude." remus walks out of the store.

"oh my god that was gold!" sirius cackles, wiping iridescent tears from his eyes.

"for you, maybe. you see what you've done to me?"

"you did this to yourself, darling. you are the one who summoned me, whether it was on purpose or not. now you deal with the consequences. aka, me."

sirius winks, and remus knows he's thoroughly screwed.

divider cred to @cafekitsune :)

#olivander writes #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus lupin x sirius black #sirius black x remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #the marauders #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders era #marauders #sirius black fanfic #remus lupin fanfic #harry potter #hp fanfic #wolfstar fanfic #fluff #au

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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 1 year ago

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Shandi | Two

Warnings: violence, abuse, hardcore action

Word Count: 1,738

Synopsis: The guys of KISS are on a mission from the Elder to find his Avatar in order to save their home Khyscz, and the whole Universe from the threat of the Destroyer. With the help of their powers and music, only She can help them defeat him and restore peace to the universe. An original idea based off of the KISS comics!

Prologue | 1

Master List

Chapter Two: Almost Human

Ace had Beth stay the night to make sure she was going to be okay. He was worried that this ‘Wicked Lester’, as she called him, might’ve done something more to her than she knew. A human bestowed power by the destroyer surely had no idea how to fully control it. Any potential side effects of the contact that Lester made with her were surely going to show during the night if at all. Ace looked down at the female sleeping peacefully beside him. He ran a hand over her cheekbone smiling softly at the fading bruise. The bit of cosmic energy he let fall from himself to her had already begun to work its magic. Most of the swelling disappeared within the first hour she had been asleep, and at this rate, the injury would be but a distant memory by morning. Ace looked down at his hands as he sat up. The arcane magics and holistic sciences all grappling for a place within the Spaceman’s head were desperately trying to figure all of this out, more importantly, why it felt that the Elder’s energy was so close yet so far. He felt a surge of that power every day early in the morning before the sun came up for a few minutes but he could never pinpoint from exactly where. With Beth laying next to him tonight he could swear that he could hear a crackle of the elder’s magic speaking to him, but then again that very well could’ve been his ‘other head’ talking to him. He hoped that the others were doing better than he was.

Ace rose from the bed, silently padding his way out to the living room. This couldn’t wait until morning. He stood in the centre of the room, gripping both hands into fists before closing his eyes. Ace was encased with a blue flash of light, his normal starry-eyed bedazzled Spaceman appearance taking hold. With another flash of light, the Spaceman found himself in the Bergen Street Lower-Level Platform once again. Spaceman sat on the edge of the platform concentrating for a few moments before one by one his colleagues appeared. Starchild was first as he stretched with a yawn. A very tired and annoyed-looking Demon followed with a grumble. Finally, a passed out on the floor Catman joined the group. “There better be a good reason this couldn’t wait until morning, Ace,” Starchild muttered as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

Demon stood grimacing at the peaceful Catman. As much as he wished he was doing the same at the moment, he was more annoyed than anything that he could sleep through all of this. “Get up you lazy asshole!” He yelled, kicking the Cat.

Catman yowled, claws jetting out from his fingertips as he made a move to swipe at his attacker before realising who it was. “Oh Gene, it’s just you. I thought it was somebody important.”

“Now listen here you…” Demon grumbled getting in the Catman’s face before the Spaceman’s blue magics forced the two of them apart.

“Enough. We’re just as tired as the two of you, now if you would just stop bickering we can get back to bed sooner. This meeting of the Order of the Rose will come to order.” Starchild grumbled as he stepped between the two of them.

“Fine.” They both muttered.

“What’s this all about anyway?” The demon raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms across his armour-clad chest.

“The Destroyer. He’s here, on Earth.” Spaceman replied with a worried look in his eye. The three before him stiffened very slightly at the news. “Or rather his power is here.”

“How is this possible?!?!” Catman yowled as he ran his claws through his dark hair.

“You’re sure it’s him?” Demon raised an eyebrow at the starry-eyed man before him.

“Twenty-five earth years on this planet trying to find the Elder’s avatar and this is the first time you’ve come across his power. Why now? How did you find out?” Starchild continued the questioning.

“Beth. My neighbour. Her employer is an agent of the destroyer, bestowed with his power.” The Spaceman informed them as he recalled Beth’s story to them.

“Shit, I can’t believe that a mere human has control over a power like that.” Catman looked down kicking at a rock. “She’s alright, yeah? Beth?”

“Yeah, I had her spend the night with me to make sure she was alright. I could sense that some of Wicked Lester’s magic entered her. Feels like a mind control hex was hoping you might be able to pull it from her Gene…” The Spaceman trailed off as he looked down the abandoned tunnel. “That’s not all either.”

“Don’t tell me. You found the mythical ‘Shandi’ too, didn’t you?” Demon retorted, rolling his eyes.

The four stood around the Spaceman’s bed glancing down at Beth as she slept peacefully. “What makes you so sure it’s her?” Demon asked as the Catman sniffed at the air trying to see if he came up with whiffs of the arcane magics that supposedly possessed her.

“I’m not entirely sure but I just sensed something when I felt the tug of the hex within her. The energy surge just felt so similar to that of the Elder’s.” Spaceman explained. “See for yourself.” He gestured to her glancing at the Starchild.

“Wait.” Demon stopped him. “Lemme remove the hex first. Last thing we need is it bouncing off onto you.” He grumbled before he began to chant in a language foreign to the other three. His eyes turned completely dark as he thrust a hand toward Beth. The others looked on as a crimson mist rose from her lips into the Demon’s mouth. He bit down harshly before blood poured from his mouth. The demon smirked as he closed his eyes, licking at the blood as he opened them, revealing their normal state once more.

“Is hex removal always this gory?” Catman grimaced.

“Only the extremely demonically potent ones.” Demon chuckled. “This Wicked Lester, as you call him, has quite a connection to the Demonic powers the Destroyer possesses.”

Starchild looked down at Beth’s sleeping form. He let out a breath as he closed his eyes. When he opened them, a purple beam shot out from his star-covered eye and scanned over the female from head to toe. Catman sat on the edge of the bed closing his eyes as if he were listening for something. “So is it her?” Demon asked, he was so anxious to get off this planet and kick some Destroyer ass especially after devouring that curse.

The beam retracted back into the Starchild’s eye as he finished his examination. “I don’t know, there’s definitely something different about her energy signature compared to the average human, but I don’t think it's ‘Elder’ equivalent. And even if it is, it’s very weak. No guarantees it’s coming from her, could be the remaining fallout from the Elder himself on your totem you’re sensing. Or maybe others from Khyscz came here before us and she’s a descendant.” Starchild concluded his analysis of the female.

“I don’t know Paul…” Catman grumbled as his head twitched ever so slightly, his brows furrowing in annoyance at the high-pitched whirring sound he picked up on. “I can hear the crackling of the Elder’s Starlight nearby. It always had such a distinct sound, nothing like it in all the cosmos. And the scent of it is quite potent as well.”

“There’s no way to know for sure, but it’s our best lead on Shandi’s location since we got here.” Demon grumbled looking at the girl’s sleeping form. “Twenty-five long damned years….”

“That’s only a year to us, though you’re right, Gene. For now, we’ll keep tabs on this girl…” Starchild started.

“Beth.” Spaceman corrected.

“Whatever, we’ll keep tabs on Beth for the time being while we continue our search. If she shows any signs of possessing the starlight, we’ll be ready to help her harness her true power.”

“So now we’re babysitting?” Demon rolled his eyes. “We’re Rock ‘n Roll stars, Cosmic Guards, and councilmen for the Order of the Rose, do we really have time for this?”

“For the time being, yes.” Starchild scolded.

“Shockingly, I’m with Gene on this one Paul.” The Catman spoke up. “We can’t just be going around thinking someone is the Elder’s avatar. There has to be a way we can be sure or a way we can check at least.”

“I’m not entirely sure, this would’ve been in the ancient texts in the Elder’s library back on Kyhscz, for obvious reasons we can’t go back there…” Starchild wondered aloud as he looked down at Beth’s sleeping form.

Spaceman, always sensitive to the cosmic energies, offered his perspective. "We need to be careful. If she truly possesses the Enchanted Starlight, exposure to cosmic forces might awaken her abilities before she’s ready. We need to look for opportunities where her connection can naturally reveal itself."

Demon, the most pragmatic of the group, chimed in. "But we can't just wait around indefinitely. We need a plan, and we need to ensure that she's the real deal. Maybe we can subtly expose her to cosmic events or artifacts associated with the Enchanted Starlight to see if she reacts. If she is Shandi, it might trigger something within her."

Catman nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, but we have to be careful not to overwhelm her. We need to guide her, not scare her off."

Demon couldn't help but voice his concerns once more. "I still can't believe we're doing this. It's like we're placying cosmic detectives."

Catman let out a chuckle. “Cosmic Scooby-Doo.” Spaceman couldn’t help but let out a laugh himself. Their laughs were silenced as Demon let out a deep throated demonic growl. “Sorry…”

Starchild offered a reassuring nod. "We're navigating uncharted territory. The cosmos is full of mysteries, and we have a duty to uncover them.” Starchild's words resonated with the group, reaffirming their shared mission and the importance of their roles as cosmic protectors. They knew that the path ahead was filled with challenges and uncertainties, but their commitment to uncovering the cosmic mysteries remained unwavering. The four looked down at the sleeping female, blissfully unaware that her entire life was about to turn upside down in the most rock n’ roll way possible. “Beth's destiny and the fate of Khyscz rest in our hands."

Chapter Three: When Lightning Strikes

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lewis-winters · 1 year ago

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bones get tired, and they can’t carry all the weight

or in which Robert Grogan-Welsh has a conversation with someone about his pregnant wife

(originally posted here and on ao3 in 2021, and edited on 09/09/2023)

tw: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease, Mortality

“Are you waiting on someone?”

Bobby blinks, turning to the unexpected speaker sat next to him on the bench. Snow white hair, large wire-rimmed glasses, and sunken cheeks, all wrinkling around a small smile that is just on the side of polite enough for a nonthreatening stranger. He waits there, expectantly, looking so kind in that distant way, and Bobby feels his initial surprise sink into a brief and painful pang of grief that quickly fades into a familiar weight in the pit of his stomach.

Despite it, Bobby smiles back.

“No, sir. I’m on the way home,” he tells the old man. “The missus will be the one waiting. She’s. Uh. She’s pregnant, you know.”

The old man’s eyebrows go up in delight. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Bobby says, letting a bit of pride leak into his voice. “Just a few more months to go.”

“That must be so exciting.”

“It is.”

They’re quiet for a moment, lulled into silence by the abrupt meditation of life that always seems to settle over people when they’re confronted with the possibility of a new child. Or a dead body. Bobby flinches, mentally berating himself for going there, but finds his eyes slipping, discreetly, toward his companion, who is now staring at the ground with a small smile. Similar to the polite one he’d had on from before, but this time tinged with a sense of nostalgia and excitement. Like he’s thinking of somebody—somebody he loves very much—who would also love to hear this excellent news.

Bobby’s eyes grow warm.

“I hope you don’t mind,” says the old man, who looks over at Bobby with that same smile, oblivious to his distress. “It’s not the same, but my... wife and I. We can’t have children. But our very good friend—we served together in Europe—he’s going to have a baby soon. We can’t wait to meet him.”

The old man smiles wider, and the growing warmth finally spills over.

“Oh,” he exclaims, smile falling as Bobby hurries to catch his stray tears with the back of his hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. Here—have this.”

He shakily hands over his hanky and Bobby takes it without any fuss. Quickly, he wipes his face and resolves to hold the rest of it back. “I’m sorry,” he says, quietly. “That, uh. That happens a lot.”

“It’s alright,” his companion tells him, kindly, reaching over the scant distance between them to pat Bobby’s shoulder then give it a reassuring squeeze. His grip is not as strong as it used to be, Bobby notices. The thought sends a sharp lance of pain down his chest. “It’s alright. It must be frightening, huh?”

Dumbly, Bobby nods.

“I’m sorry. Babies are a handful no matter how much you must want them. Are your parents going to help?”

The warmth threatens to spill again. Bobby closes his eyes to keep it in. “No, sir,” he says, bringing the handkerchief up to his running nose. “My mom died two years ago. Dad followed couple months after.”

The old man’s brow furrows in solidarity. “I’m sorry.”

“S’just me, the missus, and my godfather now,” Bobby confesses, dangerously close to hiccuping, a habit he hasn’t managed to kick from his childhood. “And my godfather… well. He’s. Uh. He’s sick.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the old man says, hand now rubbing up and down Bobby’s back, clumsily, in a soothing gesture he clearly isn’t used to performing but is, nevertheless, trying very hard to. “And I’m sorry I made you remember.”

Bobby shakes his head in what he hopes is a reassuring gesture, refusing to look up and focusing instead on the hanky. It’s white and pressed, sans the wrinkles he’d caused gripping it so tight in his hand. Little by little, he forces his grip to relax just as little by little, he forces himself to look back up at his companion, taking him in for the second time today; the down tick of his mouth, the lines on his face, the crow’s feet at his eyes’ corners that run all the way to his temples where the snow-white hair begins. Except, Bobby realizes, it’s not all white. There are stray strands of copper still there, holding on to hope. Just one or maybe two. They poke out of the colorless expanse to wink at Bobby in the setting sunlight.

His eyes too, though clouded over by cataracts, are themselves not devoid of all color. They are a dull blue-grey behind his glasses, though more grey now than blue, like a gentle mid-winter morning. Or maybe like someone had made him cry so much that it washed all the original color out.

Bobby sniffles, brings the hanky to his mouth to stop the sob that threatens to spill out. He disguises it as a cough.

“It’s cold out today,” Bobby deflects, turning an eye up to the darkening sky. “You should get inside.”

“It’s alright, I’ve handled colder before. Besides,” the old gentleman says, giving Bobby another pat on the back before taking his hand back to hold in his lap. Bobby watches him lace his fingers together, eye drawn to the gold band wound around his left ring finger. “I’m waiting for Lew.”

Bobby’s voice shakes when he asks; “Oh? Where’d he go?”

“Just to the store,” Dick answers matter-of-factly. “We’re out of milk. I like to wait for him outside, so that I’m the first thing he sees when he gets home.”

Oh, what a kindness it is. Forgetting.

“You can wait for him inside, sir,” Bobby urges, reaching out to wrap an arm around Dick’s shoulders to give him a hearty squeeze. “C’mon, you’ll catch a cold out here.”

Dick blinks. Then blinks again. “But—”

“Sir, I insist,” Bobby says, smiling through the wobbling of his chin. The pooling distress in his eyes. “Let me help you, since you helped me.”

For a passing moment, Dick looks uncertain. He looks at Bobby, really looks, his eyes for the first time today sharpening a bit in something resembling hesitation and suspicion.

But it’s only for a moment. Whatever he’s looking for, he must have found—or maybe, he’d forgotten he was looking at all. Just like he has everything else. “Alright,” Dick says, tiredly, docile as a lamb. “Alright.”

“Ok, up and at ‘em,” Bobby urges as he helps Dick up to his feet with little difficulty. The irony is not lost on him. The good major’s still so spry for his age, walking around and sitting in the cold with no help, not even from a cane; but with a mind so shattered he could barely recognize his own godson.

Just thinking about it makes Bobby want to cry and cry and never stop.

You held me in your arms once, he thinks, helping his hobbling godfather to his assigned room. Now it’s my turn.

“There we go,” Bobby says, finally, after he’s managed to get Dick back in his bed and under the covers. Already, he’s starting to nod off, thin eyelids drooping over his tired eyes. Carefully and slowly, so as not to startle, Bobby takes his glasses and lays them on the bedside table. “I know it must be a foreign concept to you, sir, but try and get some sleep, yeah?”

“But,” Dick grumbles, struggling halfheartedly against his soft pillows. “Lew hasn’t come home yet.”

Bobby lets out a laugh that sounds very much like a sob. “It’s alright,” he soothes. “You know he always makes it home.”

Except.

Except—

“Fine,” Dick huffs, finally giving in to the pleas of his tired body and sinking back into the soft, hospice sheets, tipping his head back to lay against the soft pillows. “Wake me when he gets back, alright?”

Bobby hums an affirmative and in minutes, Dick is asleep.

Quietly, he stays for a few moments, watching Dick breathe and timing his own breaths to the steady rise and fall of his thin chest. Once he’s satisfied that the old man will not wake, Bobby stands and reaches into his pocket for the clean handkerchief he’d brought with him, placing it on the bedside table next to the glasses before pocketing the damp one Dick had lent him. He’ll have to wash this one, too, and return it soon. If he keeps doing this, Dick’ll run out of hankies. And he has so few already.

Carefully, he bends at the waist and places a small kiss to his godfather’s brow in a poor mimic of the way Lew used to kiss Bobby and wish him a good nap, when he’d stay over at their farm house.

“Sleep tight, Uncle Dick,” he says, gently touching his delicate wrist. “I'm going to go see Uncle Lew, now. Be good to the nurses, ok?”

No answer, not that he expected one. Dick sleeps on, and Bobby takes one long look at his feeble frame before silently exiting the room, leaving the door open behind him.

title from "Remembering" by Ashley Campbell

#band of brothers #winnix #dick winters #lewis nixon #original male character(s)#i've been wanting to fix those run-on sentences for ages #now i have #estrella_marie

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isthisselfcare · 2 years ago

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Please forgive my absence, I log into tumblr once every 4 business months

I have answered some asks but not all, for which I apologise

hello! rereading your work for the second time, proud of myself for translating less words than before (this british english's got hands and they kick me a lot). i keep beating myself about the question: WHAT is the clue about the mole in chapter 1? you said it was paltry, i didn't believe you, now i'm trying to make my eyes fall out over finding said clue. spare me.

It was the line about Shacklebolt’s assistant, she was grouchy about Draco for no discernable (at the time) reason: ‘Draco scheduled a visit with the Minister of Magic later that week. He sauntered past the Minister’s sour-faced assistant on the designated day, wondering who had pissed in her Pixie Puffs.’

She’s the one who would’ve heard Hermione discussing her findings with Shacklebolt early on, and subsequently learned that this Notorious Auror was going to protect her. That’s the entire not-even-clue. Rubbish, isn’t it?

Hi, since you like Jerome K Jerome, I was wondering if you've read "Two and a half men in a boat" by Nigel Williams? He basically recreated the boat trip on Thames with his friends like in Jerome's book. Nowhere near as good as the original, but it's pretty funny! He emulates Jerome's wit quite well.

I have not, but will add this to my reading list!

Is Hermione bi in your fic?

I am congenitally unable to write cishet women, so, yes, or pan, possibly. Didn’t get into her head enough to know

hey girlie. what does "cutty-uppy" means? i can't find the definition anywhere

Sorry. That was a made up word, referring to the sort of people who cut people up, those terrible Muggle surgeons

do you mind if your tags are used on other fics? i think your tags on DMATMOOBIL are a creative writing piece in their own right (they make me laugh sm) so I was a bit disturbed to find fics that copy them verbatim with no credit.

I don’t mind at all, AO3 tags take on their own self-referential, memeish life and I am happy to add mine to the ecosystem. My own tags on Mortifying include the ‘no X we die like men’ and ‘what is X if not Y persevering’ meme-phrases

do you see yourself writing more dramione in the future?

I haven’t any plans to do so at present, sorry!

Continuing an investigation to see if you are actually Hermione, can you do a taraskvana?

Hah. No. I've got a dodgy knee, I can hardly even sit cross-legged!

She's a 10 but she only has 1 story posted

It’s me!

Dont know If somebody has already asked you this - would it be okay to print Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love?

Printing for your personal use is fine

I noticed something about the Beltane chapter: "hippocampus" is a part of our brain's limbic system and one of its functions is memory formation, specifically creation and consolidation thereof, so I thought it was very symbolic that Hermione and Draco were racing creatures with the same name. Cause I feel like that chapter is a turning point in their relationship - Hermione stops seeing him as a barely tolerable pureblood ass. It's around that point that they really do start kind of liking each other and start - if you will - forming new memories together! I know I'm just overthinking things, but I love dmatmoobil so much I'm constantly on the lookout for hidden meanings and symbolism.

There are a lot of easter eggs in the fic, but with this one, you have given me far too much credit. Thank you for sharing it!

Will you be participating in the DHr advent?

Hiya, no, I had to decline as I hadn’t any writing time this autumn, honoured to have been invited, however, and eager to read the works!

Would you ever write a Tomione or a Sevmione?

I never say never, but frankly the possibility is remote. So sorry

Pain au chocolat ou chocolatine?

Scandaleux comme question, ça… pain au chocolat !

Re the “Marathon of chaos” on your Instagram. It’s been such a ride to not only follow your fanfic (I was an early adopter, which I know makes me sound like a hipster snob, and maybe I am one) but also watch it go from like 100 kudos to one of the top fics in the fandom. I’m here for your marathon and really grateful for all the work you put into MOBIL. Now for the question… when can we expect your next book? I don’t care if it’s Dramione, any other pairing, or any other fandom, or original fic, I WILL read it! Please continue to hit us with chaos!!!!

Thank you for your kind words!

I haven’t got an answer on the timeline for the next piece, or whether I will link it with this online identity, but I am toying with the idea of writing it entirely in comic sans

Your Hermione was my gay awakening

If this is serious, I hope you find your own Hermione one day!

Can we please be friends? You sound like you would make a great one

Unfortunately, I am a rubbish friend who never responds to texts and cancels plans at every opportunity, you don’t want to know me

I was so happy to see Uzbekistan mention in your story. That had never happened before. Thank you for mentioning my country 😻

You are welcome! Uzbekistan is honestly one of the most breath-taking countries I’ve ever visited – monuments that dwarf the Taj Mahal – unearthing the grand and bloody history of the Silk Road – stepping upon the same sands that the great Khans thundered across – seeing the ruins of the caravanserai – sheer magic! To say nothing of the hospitality of the people. I had far too much plov and quickly discovered my limit for vodka

You are my favorite cryptid

Cheeky. Thank you

And, finally, thank you to the person who sent me this article on a sacred relic that was stolen from an abbey and then returned ‘in an unceremonious cardboard box’! Hormone and Crotch are still at large

#asks #over 80 remain in my inbox #please forgive me for not answering all

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