#she's the best marshal i've got (the series)

[thatsmylog]

[anjee0]

A Melody from the Heart

Chapter 1 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well if you wish)

Description - Y/n is struggling artist who decides to perform at an event hosted by MTV where a bunch of celebrities will be watching in person. Marshall is invited and is immediately captured by Y/n's beautiful voice. Now all he wants is for her to be on his next song.

Warnings - Throughout the series there will be: Smut, Mild swearing (More warnings to be added in the future)

Y/n quickly finished applying her mascara to her eyelashes as she got ready for work. Before she left, she quickly checked her Spotify profile to check if any of her songs had increased in streams.

One song had.

By two streams.

It had bumped up from 502 to 504. She sighed, accepting two streams was better than nothing.

Y/n's dream since she was probably about 4 or 5 was to be a singer. She always imagined singing in front of a large crowd at a concert on a giant stage with vibrant colourful lights and those fancy smoke machines. She didn't grow up in a healthy household, her father was a deadbeat and her mother was always getting high on the couch. She dropped out of high school at 17 and ran away. She was able to make a decent living, always hopping from one job to another as her music career on the side continued to struggle.

She swiftly walked down the plain concrete pavement, trying to ignore the gross smell of garbage everywhere that lingered throughout all of New York. Whilst walking, the corner of her caught a line of posters taped on to a fence. 

The posters all appeared to be for some sort of event called the: ‘The Rhythm of New York’. The posters were dark blue and on it read some information.

You've probably heard of our event: ‘The Rhythm of New York’ plastered all over social media. We are looking for 10 lucky musicians of all musical talent to come and perform. You will receive a nifty cash prize of $5,000 for performing and also be featured on live TV. Book an audition by calling the number at the bottom of the poster, we will tell you further details from there.

There was a number at the bottom like the description said in a simple white font. Y/n quickly took a picture of the poster before realising that she'd be late if she didn't get moving.

She eventually reached the diner and right on time too. She was immediately greeted by her friend, Maya, who was standing behind the counter with a beautiful smile on her face.

“Morning Y/n.” Maya said.

“Morning Maya.” Y/n responded, giving her friend a smile. She went to the back and got her apron on and clocked in. 

Y/n immediately started on her regular duty of cleaning down the tables.

“Hey, have you heard of this thing called ‘The Rhythm of New York?” Y/n asked.

Maya gasped a little too dramatically. “Heck yes! It's gonna be the best event of this year!”

“What, are you going?”

Maya looked at her friend in a confused manner and started laughing hysterically.

“What's so funny?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with confusion.

“Girl, have you not been on social media recently?”

Y/n shook her head slowly. “No, I've been kinda busy with my music and then I've been taking extra shifts too.”

“Okay, fair enough. Come here.”

Y/n walked over to Maya as she pulled out her phone and looked around.

“Let's hope Tom doesn't catch me, or he's gonna get mad.” Maya whispered.

Maya opened TikTok and opened the search bar. And on the trending searches, ‘The Rhythm of New York’ was there. She tapped the search suggestion and clicked on the first video as she handed the phone over to Y/n.

Y/n watched the video with anticipation as a girl with curly brunette hair and blue eyes entered the screen.

“Okay so if you haven't heard, MTV is hosting an event in New York called the ‘Rhythm of New York.’ In this event, a lot of musicians and other celebrities have been invited.” The girl explained ecstatically. “MTV wants 10 or so people to come perform in front of these celebrities which sounds so nerve racking but fun!”

“Oh, so it's a celebrity event?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, I heard Beyoncé and Billie are going. If I could sing, I would audition. Wait, hold on…” Maya smirked at Y/n.

“I know what you're thinking. You want me to audition. And I was gonna audition.”

“Was?”

“I saw a poster while I was walking here so I thought I'd ask you something about it. But if there are gonna be celebrities there? Then I'm out!”

“Girl, why?! This is your chance to turn your 200 monthly listeners to 20 million! Maybe even more, who knows? And the cash prize is $5,000! And you'll be on live TV!”

“I know, that's a good cash price and I'd love to go on live TV. But performing in front of a bunch of talented musicians? What if I mess up?”

“You won't. I've heard your songs girl and they are beautiful!”

“Okay, and what is MTV gonna think when a 32 year old woman with a struggling music career who also works at a diner wants to audition. They're gonna think-”

“Nothing.” Maya interrupted.

“Sorry?”

“Nothing. They're gonna think nothing. They're not gonna care how much you're struggling when talent like you shows up on their doorstep.”

“Yeah, but-”

Y/n was interrupted by a jingle, indicating that their first customer of the day walked through the doors.

“We'll talk about this later.” Maya said.

“Dad, come on! This seems really fun!” Hailie exclaimed as she shook her dad by the shoulders.

“Hailie, get off my shoulders. Listen, I get where you're coming from but in all honesty? I cannot be bothered to fly all the way to New York.”

“Paul thinks it'd be good for you. Plus, you may see someone who might be a good feature in your song.”

“That will probably not happen. Did you hear they were holding the event at The Studio of Webster Hall? I was expecting MTV to hold it at a slightly bigger venue.” Marshall complained.

“What? The Studio of Webster Hall is a beautiful venue. It doesn't matter if it's big.  But come on dad, please?” Hailie begged.

“I won't have anyone to come with me.”

“I can come with you.”

“Don't you have your podcast?”

“My fans will understand. Come on dad, this will be really fun. Plus, Stevie and Alaina are busy, we haven't been able to hang out lately.”

“Okay, fine.” Marshall sighed, a bit embarrassed on how he could easily give in when it came to his daughter.

“Yes!” Hailie cheered.

“Only if you behave.”

“I will, I promise.”

Marshall smiled lovingly at his daughter before pulling her into a hug.

Y/n laid down in her bed as she stared at the picture of the poster on her phone. She contemplated whether or not she should take Maya's advice and call the number. She had all the crucial information needed and now all was left was the decision making.

She dialled the number as her thumb shook and it hovered over the green call button. She finally clicked it, she could feel her heart pumping out of her chest and her stomach twisting and turning.

“This is the Rhythm of New York helpline. Press 1 if you wish to audition.” A robotic female voice said at the end of the line.

Y/n pressed 1 on the keyboard without hesitation. Cliche hotel lobby music started to play for a few minutes before it stopped and a cheery female voice started talking.

“Hi there, I'm Kelly, how can I help you today?”

“Uh hi…” Y/n responded, her voice shaking with nervousness. She mentally slapped herself for sounding so anxious. “Uhm, I want to audition for The Rhythm of New York please?”

“Of course sweetheart. What's your name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Okay, and state your age, gender and occupation.”

“Uh, 32, female and I work at a diner. But I also make songs on Spotify.”

“Oh, that sounds nice. Tryna make it big, huh?” 

“Uh, yeah.” 

“I don't blame you. This is a great opportunity for you.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, thanks.”

“I have a few questions I'll have to ask you, is that okay?”

“Go ahead.”

“What song do you plan on singing at the event?”

“Is it okay if I can sing one of my own songs?”

“That is more than okay. What is it called?”

“A Melody from the Heart.”

“Is there any explicit language or topics in your song?”

“One two swear words. I say shit like twice.”

“Is it okay if you can find a way to alter those to different words?”

“Fine by me.”

“Are you aware you will be on live TV?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, are you aware of the date and timings, yes?”

“October 29th and is it 8pm to 12am?”

“Correct. And I assume you are free that night?”

“Yes, but is it okay if I can leave as soon as I finish performing?”

“Uhm, yes…” Kelly responded, confused. “May I ask why?”

“I have to get to work right after.” Y/n lied. In all honesty, she would just want to get out of there as soon as she could. The idea of her possibly talking to a celebrity had her nearly fainting. “It's okay right?”

“Of course, sweetie. I understand you.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“So what you'll need to do is make an audition tape of you singing your song. In the tape you have to state your name-”

“Sorry, could you slow down please? I need to write this.” Y/n interrupted as she quickly found a notebook and pen.

“That's fine. Make an audition tape of you singing. In the tape, state your full name, age and what song you're going to sing. Then send that tape to our email. Type up the information stated in the video on to the email. Make sure to type up your email address and regular address.”

Y/n scribbled all the information into her notebook. “Okay thank you Kelly. When do I have to submit this?”

“Within two days.”

“Oh, and how long is the waiting list?”

“Around 100 people as of now.”

“Oh.”

“Don't worry, Y/n. Even if you don't get it, just know you tried.

Y/n hung up the phone and immediately called Maya, who picked it up as soon as it started ringing.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Maya asked.

“I'm good. I just called The Rhythm of New York helpline and got myself registered.”

“Wait, you did?! Oh my gosh, yes!” Maya exclaimed. Y/n could see her smiling through the phone.

“Yup, and I gotta make an audition tape. Is it okay if you can come over? You know, for moral support?”

“Yes, of course! Is that even a question? I'm coming over right now.”

Maya came in a matter of time looking ecstatic as she jumped all over the place.

“Calm down Maya, the downstairs neighbours are gonna kill me.” Y/n laughed.

“I'm sorry, I'm just so happy for you!”

“I haven't even submitted my audition tape.”

“And they're gonna want to have you as soon as they listen.”

“Thank you for the motivation. You are honestly so sweet. Anyway, I need to start this. But I gotta practise first. And I gotta replace a few of the swear words.”

“What song are you singing?”

“A Melody from the Heart.”

“Ooh, your own song! Okay, that's good!”

Y/n spent the next few minutes practising to make sure that she could ace the audition tape. Her and Maya also spent a bit too long trying to figure out what words would sound better to replace ‘shit’. It was harder than it sounds.

When Y/n thought that she was ready to record her tape, Maya immediately stopped her.

“Girl, are you seriously gonna make your tape in a baggy shirt and shorts right now?”

Maya was right. Y/n looked like a hot mess. She was wearing a pair of red shorts and a baggy black top. Her hair was a mess too.

“Okay I guess you're right. What should I wear?”

The girls then spent the next 20 minutes scouring through Y/n's closet, trying to find a nice outfit. They settled on a long white silk dress. Maya insisted on doing Y/n's hair. She ended up settling on a nice sleek bun. Maya then put on a little bit of makeup for her, wanting to be Y/n's personal stylist.

“I look amazing!” Y/n exclaimed. “Thank you Maya. What would I do without you?” Y/n immediately pulled her friend into a tight hug.

“Of course, I wanna always be here for you. Are you ready to make that tape?”

“You bet I am! I just gotta practise one more time.”

Y/n finished one last practice of her song and took a deep breath as she nodded to Maya, indicating her to turn on the camera.

“Hi, I'm Y/n Y/l/n and I'm a 32 year old female auditioning to sing at The Rhythm of New York. I'm going to be singing one of my own songs that I wrote myself called, A Melody from the Heart.” She tried to sound confident, and she mainly did. Although she did accidentally let a bit of nervousness slip through her voice.

Y/n started singing her song, being careful and mindful, making sure she hit all her notes perfectly and got the lyrics correct. She made sure to keep her song clean and Live TV friendly. She sounded angelic and her voice was absolutely beautiful. Once she was done she nodded to Maya, a sign to her to turn the camera off.

“Do you wanna listen to it?” Maya asked.

“Yeah let me see.”

Despite sounding absolutely perfect, Y/n would keep asking Maya to record her again and again until she was happy with the results. It took around 3 or 4 tries before she was finally happy and decided that she was done.

“I think this is the one. I just gotta send it to them.” Y/n confirmed.

“That's good. It's getting late, I gotta get going. I'll see you tomorrow. Good luck, girl.” Maya responded.

“Of course. Thank you again for the help. See you tomorrow.”

“You're welcome. Bye.”

Y/n bid Maya bye before sending her video to MTV's email and typing the necessary information on the email. Once she was happy, she clicked send and held out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.

Y/n got changed out of her clothes and took off her makeup. She redid her makeup and had dinner before brushing her teeth and getting into bed.

[genericpuff]

Hope you don't mind my asking but do you mind elaborating on why you don't like Mongie too much? I know all about why everyone dislikes Let's Play itself. There are various videos and post upon post online tearing it to shreds with criticism but I've not heard much about the creator herself like I do Rachel Smythe. Does she also run into the same issues that Rachel does or is her behavior different but equally questionable/annoying?

It's kinda equally questionable, kinda different. They both have the same issues of like, fetishizing youthfulness and creating unhealthy power dynamics. They also haven't done a great job at depicting POC in their comics, you can tell they're written by white women who don't understand other cultures but are trying to make their series more "progressive" by including stand-ins for representation.

That said, considering Let's Play is set in a real world setting, the POC characters (and the casually racist issues in their writing) are a lot more obvious than in LO (where you have to know the context that the neon-colored nymphs are based on POC to really realize that they're lower class POC people who are getting the shit end of the stick from the rich upper class main protagonists).

And I don't even mean in the usual "there aren't any POC in this comic" or "the POC in this comic are stereotypical/poorly written", I mean in the sort of white-victim-complex "I added in other ethnicities and people got mad at me anyways so what more do you want!" kind of way (paired with the "they're poorly written and stereotypical" aspect).

Dean is a good example of the stereotypical designing and writing, IIRC he's a Hispanic man but he's written like some Spanish soap opera character who flirts with every woman he sees and always has rose petals falling around him.

Even in that sentence he says "part Asian" which is weird because he's looking for Marshall who's supposed to be his best friend and it's been established in the comic that Marshall is half-Japanese, but that brings us to the other instance of mongie being casually (if not directly) racist and even more so than with Dean...

Apparently mongie thought it was a good move to say that it was "more inclusive" to make Vikki only vaguely Asian. Which is just... so not true LOL Asia is an entire continent made up of MANY different cultures and ethnicities and so generalizing all of them to just "Asian" is not a great take from someone who's trying to seem "more inclusive".

But of course, when her community called her out on this and asked her to elaborate, she and her mod team basically dug their heels in and made up excuses that made mongie out to be a victim instead of just acknowledging she made an error that didn't connect well with members of her audience.

And theeen in comes mongie ready to torch the place. Note that up until this point, it's basically been her mod team speaking up on her behalf and giving her benefit of the doubt, so when mongie DID get her chance to speak, she jumped right to:

"FINE, SHE'S HALF CHINESE HALF KOREAN THEN, STFU AND STOP ANALYZING ME WHEN I INCLUDE CHARACTERS FROM RACES THAT DON'T ALIGN WITH MY OWN !!!" (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ is very much the vibe people got from this, understandably so. It's also odd (and extremely privileged) for her to say that she'd "rather focus on a character's personality and not their race" because it's very "I don't see color" which has been proven to be counterintuitive to understanding and celebrating different races.

And then we get a lot of self-victimizing "well I can't win no matter what so you people are ungrateful and actually it's MY feelings that are hurt" excuses:

Again it's weird because she had NO problem specifying that Marshall was half-Japanese and she didn't make him into any sort of weird stereotype like she did with Vikki. So I don't know why she's having such a hard time grasping that being vaguely Asian for Vikki isn't inclusive.

Although, let's be real here, the only reason Marshall is half-Japanese at all is because he's a self-insert of Markiplier, a half-Korean Youtuber who mongie apparently worked for on payroll as a graphic designer prior to Let's Play. Which is just a whole layer of ick that I think surpasses even Rachel Smythe and Mads Mikkelson. Like the Rachel and Mads thing is definitely creepy and weird because she's literally drawn herself - an adult woman nearing her 40's - being swept off her feet by a smoochy-faced Mads. But at least she didn't work for the guy or ever interact with him directly like mongie did with Markiplier. That's a whole separate level of "ew".

That said, mongie continues:

Which is just such a half-assed non-apology. Not "I'm sorry for misrepresenting a culture" or "I'm sorry I didn't do proper research", but "I'm sorry people think I'm being insensitive or that they need specific representation in my work that I'm claiming to be representation to be good". Completely shifting the blame from herself onto her audience for not being happy with the bare minimum that she gave them.

There's more though. Probably one of the worst parts and it's not even her, but one of her mods:

The fact that this is one of mongie's mods telling mongie's audience that her feelings - as a white woman who's just legitimately patronized her audience - are more valid than the people whose feelings were hurt by mongie being so insensitive... it's a real gross move and I can't believe they even pulled that.

Oh, and of course, as people like this tend to do, she goes on about "cancel culture" and how "terrifying" it is to her and then comes up with some imaginary scenario where a kid pays a hitman to kill her ?? as a defense for herself that really just further victimizes herself over her own misled actions ??

And this is something mongie does a lot, at least in this instance - she comes up with justifications for her decisions based on completely imaginary scenarios that she came up with and assumed, rather than just, idk, doing her research and being open to learning new things about cultures she's clearly not educated on. Shit like "well if I do xyz you'll be mad at me anyways so fuck you!"

When in reality? No one would have been mad at her if she didn't have any non-white characters in her comic. Would readers be disappointed? Probably. But - and I can't speak for everybody out there obviously so this is just my opinion - I know I'd much rather representation from someone who wanted to represent my respective groups and identities and put love and effort into it, than get it from someone who was just doing it because they made up a scenario in their head that they would be cancelled for not doing it. No one really has any tangible ground to stand on if they get mad at you for writing a cast of all-white characters you wanted to write, there are plenty of webtoons like that on the platform. We do need more stories that uplift and represent POC voices, but it shouldn't be from white victim complex people who only do it to virtue signal and ensure they don't get "cancelled". You know what WILL get you cancelled? Attempting to write other ethnicities and racial groups purely based on stereotypes for the sake of "representation" and then getting mad when people ask you to be a little more specific than "Asian".

Oh yeah, and then have your mods censor/delete any mentioning of educational resources regarding Asian cultures, and then essentially dox one of your community members by revealing their Twitter to the entire Discord group to boot!

oh boy mongie, if you think THAT'S drama, wait until you see the shit I do here LMAO

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Someone like Erlang (all seeing eye) peaks in and is like "Whoa. That monkey came *out* of a tree of immortality. Thats new. Wonder if anyone else knows about this... Best not say anything and cause a fuss."]

God, this guys gonna get it for not telling anyone. Like, gonna need to ask Nuwa to make him a whole new body level of gonna get it.

Although, coming OUT of a Tree of Immortality is hell of an idea!

I've had thoughts of Rin-Rin coming out of a flower - but one of those really big ones, shaped like a rafflesiaceae, maybe even.

I've had thoughts she'd be a hippy like character - like the hippies in ATLA in the Cave of Two Lovers episode - playing her instrument and going with the flow with what life throws at her.

Though, I did think the Smash Legends version could be one of three things:

part of a ghost hunting crew ala Ghost Files with Rin-Rin being the Shane (but make her really short to give the idea that she's got raging chihuahua energy even when challenging demons to kill her)

a commentary channel ala PenguinZ0 who also makes big documentaries about big things ala SWOOP

anarchistic punk rocker who gets into fights and wields her guitar as a blunt weapon and uses music to do actual damage

[After all, losing someone you think will be there forever makes you think about what "forever" really means....]

*Looks at the various SWKs and LEMs* Well, their story does differ, so maybe hers can differ as well.

Although, the picture of a hippy, commentator or anarchist versions of Rin-Rin meeting up would be bizarre - like, they would be way more different than either SWKs or LEMs.

Would be hella sad times for the one that lost their Rin-Rin.

referencing the Rin Rin post here; and how she might be a supernatural monkey in her own right.

[I've had thoughts of Rin-Rin coming out of a flower - but one of those really big ones, shaped like a rafflesiaceae, maybe even.]

Oh gosh she's just born from it like Thumbelina. Some of the largest flowers like rafflesia actually grow on/parasitize trees! Maybe a unexpected result of a rafflesia attaching itself to a Tree of Immortality or Enlightenment (Bodhi tree) is a very confused little celestial monkey popping out of it.

Rin Rin in most of the universes is like the cabybara of the mystic monkeys. She likes everyone and wants them all to get along. Ends up joining the strangest of gangs depending on what verse.

In TMKATI-au Rin Rin is like the monkey village's leader, and tries her best to keep any conflict from cropping up. Think of a monkey leslie Knopes (Parks & Rec). Actually a political rival for The Mayor by the time of the main series. She def takes over running Megapolis during and after S3. She's also the first person Wukong goes to for "boy advice" cus she's like his big sister with this stuff, and Marshal Ma is useless with anything regarding romance. Is like teh kids' older cool aunt.

I love the thought of her Smash counterpart being a commentary youtuber with a decent follow count, mostly cus she has a straight forward and unbiased opinion on whatever issue she tackles. But she does ghost-hunting on the side with Smash!SWK & LEM/Starfruit & Lilac, when they ask her. She gets along weirdly great with more punk-rock/rebelious types in the Smash Legends verse, despite looking like she crawled out of a 1960s flower power magazine.

I offer the idea of New Gods!Rin Rin being the hard anarchist punk of the variants. She's an older lady (same age as Ace and Joker) and she is Tired of late-stage capitallism in Donghai City. The NewGods monkeys agree that she's the scariest of them.

If the different Rin Rins ever met, it would be a little confusing since the biggest thing they share is their grey fur and some flower accessories.

And very sad for which SWK lost their Rin Rin :(

[marshallpupfan]

I try to keep these posts short, but...

A while back, I made a post about challenging myself to write a backstory for Marshall, pretending Brunker/Spin Master asked me to. I know some of you said you'd like to read it, but I'm still not sure if I'll post it or not. Regardless, I'm still working on it, as there are parts I'm not fully satisfied with yet. In truth, I can't decide how to handle the start; I don't want Marshall to be abandoned (like Chase and Skye), but I don't know if I want him to be a stray, either (they've already done that with Rubble). Maybe some ideas will come to me in time...

But the thing is, while I've enjoyed working on this so far, there's actually something else I'd rather do; write a script for an episode of the TV series! In fact, I've been typing down notes and whatnot for a good year now, and I've even pictured many parts of it in my mind. I've even got a perfect title...

"Pups Save the Painting Kitties"

I don't want to say too much, but as you can guess, it'll involve Mayor Humdinger and his Kitten Catastrophe Crew. I even know which pups will be called in as responders, and... er... okay, yes, Marshall will be one of them, of course. Truth be told, I specifically thought up this episode with the intention of giving him plenty to do, since the TV series seems to shy away from this at times. I even came up with a new/fresh way for him to fall off of his ladder, since they don't seem to do that anymore. As for his wipeout, I have one that I think is really, really good. Not to sound arrogant, but I think it could easily be one of the best he's had in a long time.

With all that said, the fact that Marshall's my favorite isn't the only reason he's a responder. The truth is, I also wanted to focus on some of the main six pups that don't get called out as much as the others. This means Rubble and Zuma will also find some/plenty of use in the rescue... but no Chase, Skye or Rocky, since they get called in a ton already. But alongside Marshall, Rubble and Zuma, I also thought about including Everest, since she could use more screen time, too.

I haven't actually started on the script yet... I've only got a bunch of notes for now. Should I work on and finish it, I'd like to make a storyboard to go along with it, too. And, if possible, I'd like to find a way to submit it to Spin Master to get it turned into an actual episode. Okay, I'm not holding my breath on that one, but I can dream, right? Maybe someday, you'll all see my real name on a title card.

I don't know when or if I'll start working on this, so don't get your hopes up too much. For now, I do want to present something to you all, so here's some dialogue I came up with that I rather like!

(Things in [brackets] are notes for me to remember, not part of the actual dialogue. Apologies if it's a little confusing.)

[vioyume]

Casual Fan rambles about Simon's "Fionna & Cake"

For some clarity, I'm someone who drops in and out of the original run of Adventure from time to time, so I never really connected with it until watching the Fionna and Cake mini series. I've seen some of the important lore episodes, some regular/special episodes, all of the original Fionna and Cake episodes and the finale.

I find it real interesting to analyze someone's phyce when given the chance to see what goes on in their mind, that being Simon's who has been fostering the world of Fionna and Cake like Prismo stated. The fact that this magical world has been changed to a "modern" 20th century setting when Simon is back to his original self really got me thinking how this world reflected him as a person.

So I'm gonna say some things I've noticed and try to explain it to the best of my abilities, but like I said, I didn't watch the whole series so there's most likely things I'll miss or get wrong. Nothing too formal, just me going on a tangent on unorganized thoughts.

One of the first few things you will immediately notice is the Betty statue during Fionna's tour. I don't think I need to say much knowing how important she is to Simon, so making her a significant being in this world will only make sense. By the end you'll see that the statue is the form that she is currently taking now proving that Simon is accepting the lost of her and is trying to live the current life he has without needing to hold on to the past.

What took interest to me the most was the presence of Ice Queen, I read up a little bit about her and learned that her back story is different to the Ice King's. Makes sense to me since this was Ice King's weird Adventure Time au fanfic, he either forgot or heavily repressed his own history given the fact that he has gone mad at that point (Feel free to correct me, at anything I say actually, but I'm betting it's the forget one).

Ice Queen is irrelevant to the plot and could've been replaced with some other random citizen, she and Marshall has no relation at all before and after the change. Now this all be because it was Ice King's world before and not Simon's, but part of me thinks that Simon at some point thought things turned out better for Marceline if he weren't there for her or possibly even Betty, they'll all lived happy and content lives (boy was he wrong). Ice Queen is a completely forgettable character if you hadn't known what she was like before and how relevant she used to be.

But going with that theory, that since he only wanted Marceline to be happy only makes sense to me for why Marshall and Gary immediately got together in the span of one day without any toxicity between them. Because this relationship could have been written within a passing period of time, or a mending relationship if they had known each other before like Marceline and Bubblegum did. Instead they hit it off immediately and are stuck together like glue, like they are the equivalent of a wholesome cafe romance fanfic.

I know the explanation of why everything is in the 20th century is because Simon doesn't have magic anymore, but I like to think it's because that is the time period he is most comfortable with and is used to after thousands of years being under controlled by the crown. Part of him wished it was the good ol' days, after all change is hard. But I like how a few parts of it were unnatural like how some of the character designs are a bit non-human or the questionable structure of the trees and buildings.

I'm sure there's more to say and maybe some contradictions in my thoughts like how it was Prismo's weird little world first and let death by the author happen with Simon/Ice King. But I've said what has been on my mind now and I'll let it be.

[mantra4ia]

Excuse me while I go watch City: Primeval for the it's-Justified-time.

I love nearly everything about it:

"Tick tock goes the clock...there's no such thing as on time. You're either early or your late. And where you're going we're going to be early." I love that when we meet teenage Willa, and Raylan's getting her ice cream, it's hard to tell from the relationship dynamic whether he's off or on the clock— whether she's a marshall's daughter or his bounty—only to learn that he's hauling her off to a remedial behavior camp and that the answer is yes to both. 😅 Anyone else get a flashback vibe to Dewey Crowe?

White collar criminal..."what do you think he did to get in the book? Capitalism." The truth.

Doesn't hold back from pointing out the corruption in institutional law enforcement. Gives new meaning to "throw the book at 'em."

Court room: Raylan: "Pretty much" / Defendant: " ******* I wanted Chick-fil-A"

We love Wendell Robinson, "sometimes I guess it takes an angry white guy to catch an angry white guy."

"Even though my premium is up to date, I can't make a claim because what now? Because the police did it?" #white collar crime.

"there are things that I want to do with that book that have nothing to do with what's legal and everything, e-ver-y-thing to do with what's just. Can you understand?" That's funny, you have no idea.

Carolyn, my queen, you exude all the badass chemistry I could ever imagine. You had me at "The marshall isn't the one on trial / give me a minute and he will be." And then:

"Sir, please... don't move, don't say shit."

"Better now that my ****-heel partner is gone..."

(Sees purse, finds a bra) you can't be serious, is she here? Ma'am? This is not Tasha's size...I'm going to come over here and burn your closet. What I wouldn't pay to make you a memory."

"Raylan: How was it for you? / Carolyn: About what I expected."

"Raylan: I'm getting an x-ray with my dinner. / Carolyn: Maybe that's what you prefer...all by yourself power. In my life everyone has their foot on my neck to get what they want. **** them. **** them to be so small they abuse their power."

"I'm leaving. Lea-ving" / "In the eternal words of Ra: **** 'em"

"Carolyn: I got something you want / Raylan: That's fair to say"

About Detroit: "I haven't been here a week and the s*** I've seen gives me pause."

Marcus Sweety sass gives me life!

Sandy's Thai roommate needs her own Justified mini show. I'm convinced that Hina a crime lord's daughter or a marshall in the making. She made Albanian mobsters and their tooth extractors look like boy scouts and the only unbelievable premise of this sequel is that if Sandy wanted out of her toxic relationship with the Oklahoma madman, all she needed to do was stick Clement in a room with Hina. Fast forward to episode 8, conflict resolved.

Clement has some really chaotic Boyd Crowder vibes, second only to Boyd himself, and I can picture some of the lines that he has in this series as things that were on the cutting room floor from Justified. "Hun, do you what cut this is? (The Southern comfort steak). Ding ding ding, ready for double jeopardy. Now I ordered the steak black and blue. Do you know what black and blue means? (Rare) Oh no, ma'am. It does not mean rare, it means god**** bloody red. So here's what I want you to do, I want you to take this and throw it in the trash. Then I want you to get your chef have another steak, smack that over the fire, sing two verses of "Dead Leaves on the Dirty Ground," flip that sucker, sing the third verse, yank it off, plate it ... And if I don't hear it moo in pain then we're just going to start this all over again." I half expected him to start singing you'll never leave Harlan alive. #I'm a vegetarian, but if I wasn't before I would be now.

Willa's best line and her whole raison d'etre is giving Raylan a second chance at walking away and setting up her dad for love and a semi-normal life: "he's pretty nice for a white guy." From her first giggle at cat videos that led to contempt, she's pretty much his matchmaker and he's just handcuffed in the trunk for the ride along. "I'm not about to take care of you when you're old."

"What is a Garlick?!" The smatterings of comedic timing slaps.

"Raylan: I ain't gonna sleep at night this SOB wins. / Raymond: Look at you, still giving a ****...[Freddy Keck] I shot him. / He drew on you. / I don't know. / You don't know? / I think it was a church key./ He had a bottle opener. / I clean my fingers [with it] and I slept just like a baby." Ray and Raylan, while painfully on the nose as a metaphor, is stone cold accurate. What a screaming angriest-man-I-know look in the mirror — full circle from my Justified s1e1, complete with pissed off ex-wife the likes of which Winona would drink to. #"Mary Alice only speaks to me on pain of death."

Downsides:

The only thing missing from this series is Marshal Gutterson and Rachel Brooks, and Loretta McCready. Non-spoiler-spoilers ahead for those who haven't finished City Primeval: I'll let you speculate as to who's not missing...

The ending that leaves you wanting more! Willa: "I'd like too see where you're from." Take my money and give me a sequel to the sequel. Lord knows by that cliffhanger you're thinking about it.

[libertyreads]

December 2024 TBR--

My main goal for the month of December (besides the one I have every month of just simply surviving) is to enjoy my hobbies more. I should finish up my program at the beginning of December which means I will hopefully get back plenty of time to read and watch Christmas movies. I have a couple of rereads lined up as well as some new releases and, of course, my one hockey romance for the month. Let's see the books:

The Weekend Guests by Liza North (NetGalley)--This is a Mystery/Thriller that follows a similar vein to others in the genre. We follow group of friends who meet up at an isolated location for a reunion of sorts that takes a dark turn. These friends swore each other to secrecy over a dark deed committed at university, but now someone is threatening to tell it all. Is there one in their midst who is turning on the rest? Will they all survive this reunion weekend?

Mistletoe Kisses by Nana Malone (Kindle)--A girl is forced to return to her hometown which is the site of a messy breakup eight years ago. She finds that her ex's best friend is still living there and he's committed to convincing her to stay. This is a billionaire romance which doesn't always work for me but I did just finish Games Untold by Jennifer Lynn Barnes so I think it could be the time to read this one.

Called for Icing by Cynthia Gunderson (Kindle)--This is book two in the Canadian Played series. I read book one last month and didn't love it. But I purchased this one for pretty cheap in order to round out my One Hockey Romance Per Month challenge that I didn't set out to do at the start of the year but ended up happening anyway. In book number two, we follow a physical therapist and a hockey player. We've seen a few romances like this in the past. In fact, I think I've read one of those this year. I'm hoping this one is better than the first.

The Relentless Legion by J.S. Dewes-- This is book three in the Divide series which just came out last month. I was searching for some serious SciFi at the beginning of the year and discovered this author. In this series, we follow a group called the Sentinels--the recruits, exiles, and court-marshaled dregs of the military--who live at the edge of the universe as it's guardians. But as the Divide starts collapsing, the Sentinels learn the truth about their mission.

Red Seas Under Red Skies by Scott Lynch--I'm continuing my reread of The Gentlemen Bastards sequence. I had been in the mood to reread this series for so long and I finally gave in and reread The Lies of Locke Lamora last month. And it was still so good. I remember I didn't love this one as much as TLoLL, but I'm ready to see Locke and Jean con, lie, and cheat their way through life.

The Christmas Tree Farm by Laurie Gilmore--Picking up this one was kind of a funny story. I love Christmas so I read the synopsis at a bookstore and decided to buy it. At which point, a bookseller asked me if I've enjoyed the series. Cue my surprised face. I had no idea this was a series. I looked it up and realized this was the author I've been hearing about in Romance spaces. I've also been told this series can be read in any order. In this one, we have a grumpy/sunshine romance that takes place at a Christmas tree farm. Say less.

Truthwitch by Susan Dennard--I'm rereading the Witchlands series before the release of what I'm expecting to be the final book in the series. Young witches Safiya and Iseult find trouble and mystery at court and things unfold from there. To be honest, I'm still a little foggy on which details come from each book. I read the series so fast the first time around so I think a reread will be good for me. Edited to add: I just now found out that the new book got pushed back to a November release date so I'll be pushing back this reread as well. It isn't the first time the release of book 5 got pushed back so I'll have to keep a better eye on that going forward.

I'll need to read almost 100 pages a day to get through my TBR this month (thanks to three pretty chunky books), but I'm hoping that'll be pretty easy once I get done with school.

[dark-ink-drinker]

Starting 2023 With...

I'm getting a slow start on my reading goals of 2023, already 2 weeks in and just finishing my first book. I think this might be a year of sequels and series-- because after this one I've got a couple others (The First to Die at the End by Adam Silvera, the sequel to They Both Die In the End; and The God of Lost Words and The Archive of th Forgotten by AJ Hackwith, the series started by The Library of the Unwritten.)

I think I mentioned last year that I'd been avoiding Colleen Hoover, assuming her popularity meant she was overhyped. Plus romance isn't really my thing... In theory at least, though subplot of a love story seems to be my very literal jam when reading. Anyway, maybe it was my mood or mental state the last half of last year, but I did actually enjoy the 3 books of hers I read, especially Reminders of Him and It Ends with Us. So, I was interested to see this sequel and more of Atlas and Lily's story. I won't like, I thought it was going to be a prequal based off the title so color me surprised to find out it takes place where It Ends with Us Left off.

I think the problem with sequels sometimes is that you're not getting anything new. The characters are who they are, who you already know. You may get new scenes, new perspectives, the other side of a story you already hard-- but the characters, the reactions, the results are exactly what you'd expect from them.

You get to see Lily as a mother, yes that's new. But she approaches motherhood with the same fear and care that you would expect from someone trying to break the cycle of abuse, who remembers what it was like to grow up witnessing her father's abuse of her mother and never wants her own daughter to experience the same.

And yes, while it is surprising that Atlas is as well rounded and levelheaded as he is given his own abusive childhood, he is the same well rounded and levelheaded man in this as he was in It Ends with Us. He's still as loyal and dedicated to his first taste of love, still the white knight who seems to be unfairly and unrealistically flawless.

My next statement has spoilers so stop reading here if you don't want anything, you know... spoiled.

The only big surprise was the reappearance of Atlas's absentee mother and, more importantly, the surprise that he has a 12-year-old brother, Josh.

But if you're hoping for a big surprise in what happens with that-- I'm sorry, Atlas handles it exactly how you'd expect someone as wonderful as Atlas to handle that, white knight savior complex and all.

Now I know all of this makes it sound like I didn't like it, or that I don't like Atlas. But I did like it... and I DO like Atlas. I rooted for him through the first book, desperate for Lily to choose her first love even when Ryle wasn't being a horrible excuse of a person.

Since I mentioned Ryle, let me take a moment to go off on a tangent that I probably should have on my first review but there was more of it in this book and it irked me more. Why Why Why did he get so much leeway for his horrible abusive behavior?! From Lily, from Alyssa, from Marshall-- everyone. In the first book, I thought maybe it was to show the layers of life, situations, relationships... that sometimes things aren't black and white. But to know his sister and brother-in-law/best friend don't step in and make him accountable for his own behavior. Ryle spends all his time after every tantrum blaming Lily, or her relationship with Atlas instead of his own issues. Instead of taking action to fix his own shit. And in It Starts with Us, when Lily wants to set some ground rules with Ryle at their family dinner, Alyssa and Marshall do BARE MINIMUM to support Lily and she cries over their support... WTF.

Anyway, back to the main point-- I did like this book despite my criticisms. It's a good book for people who always want a little more, who wonder what comes after the last page, or who like to have a crisp clean ending leaving nothing to imagination.

It was soft and warm and tied everything up in a nice, neat bow. It gave the readers everything they could want-- the love story, the moving in, the wedding, the ready-made family, the dream come true...

and they lived happily ever after.

I did love that Atlas wrote Lily letters, the way she wrote to her diary 'Ellen' in the first book.

My favorite part was towards the end when Atlas and Josh are talking about Josh's father, on whether he deserved a second chance and his responsibilities as a father:

"It blows my mind that this man has you for a son, and you want to be in his life, yet he still hasn't made and effort. You're a privilege, Josh. Believe me, if I'd known you existed, I would have knocked over buildings to find you."

It was the only section that came close to drawing tears to my yes.

Sweet, delicate; a good, easy read-- but more than likely my last foray into Colleen Hoover's world

I gave it a generous 4 stars on Good Reads, but 3 1/2 is more accurate.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ 1/2

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Eight

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Eight Summary: Things between Sy and Lori heat up.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.8k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Eight Warnings: Smut, fingering, (female receiving), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink, some possessive thoughts, some fluff, some angst. (I think thats it.)

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne Thanks also to @radiantheartbeat for giving parts of this chapter an edit. I really struggled getting this right and I'm still not 100% sure about it. I like it mostly, there are parts I love, but I think some parts are a bit clunky. Although it's beta'd and edited in some parts, I ultimately edited it, so all mistakes are my fault and I've looked at this so often now that I'm probably overlooking a lot of stuff so I apologise for that. I really hope you enjoy it and I also wanted to apologise for the wait.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Seven Part Nine

Syverson

Lori moaned, her voice an unsteady quiver as I stroked her and spread her apart. Her head fell to the mattress with a low sigh and her thighs opened wider. I coated my fingers in her glossy slick and smeared it over her until her pussy glistened. I swallowed hard; the sight of her ready, quivering, and wet was making my mouth water, not to mention her faint feminine scent that tickled my nose and throat. I kissed her inner thigh, right on the crease, letting my teeth scrape over her trembling tendon. 

“That’s it,” I whispered hoarsely, “So fuckin’ pretty. Lookin’ so pretty for me.”

My cock strained against my jeans. Fuck! It throbbed so bad I needed to reach down and quickly rearrange myself before focusing my attention back on her. 

“Sy…” Lori whimpered again and I grinned.

“Easy, baby. I’ve got you. I–” My finger slipped inside her and… “Fuck.” 

Sweet Jesus, she was everything I hoped for; warm, tight, and so wet that she let me in effortlessly. I swear my cock tried to punch through my jeans, as if trying to get where my finger was. 

Her thighs closed around my hand as her hips rolled so I slid my free hand between her knees, exerting gentle pressure. 

“C’mon, baby,” I coaxed.

She relaxed around my finger and her knees fell to the bed as her hips rolled. I pulled my finger out slowly, watching with awe at how it shone, covered in her wetness. I added a second finger, just as easily as the first, and her thighs quivered, threatening to close, but she held them open.

“That's good, baby. You're bein’ so good for me,” I told her, as she clamped down hard on me and her back arched. 

For all her tough talk and her sass, she seemed to want to be obedient. She wanted to do what I told her, and fuck me if that wasnt the hottest thing. 

I curved my fingers as I pumped them slowly inside of her, watching and committing to memory every hitch of her breath, every gnaw of her lip, every twitch of her brows.

“Oh God, Sy,” she cried suddenly and lifted herself to her elbows. Her mouth was agape and breath was coming in in short, sharp pants. 

“That’s it. That’s where ya want me,” I said, my voice was thick and gravelly even to my ears.

“Yeah, right there.”

I kept watching her as I covered her clit with my thumb. I wanted my mouth there, but it wouldn’t hurt to tease her some more and watch her taut belly shake. She moaned softly, mumbling my name like a prayer as I rolled over her hard little nub, finding a rhythm she seemed to like.

Jesus, I was a mess, a pathetic, simpering mess for this girl, and I didn’t even give a shit. My skin felt two sizes too small for me, like I was about ready to burst. I had wanted to draw this out, make it last for her, but the sight of her, pink, swollen and glazed with her arousal, made my mouth water and I needed a taste. Maybe next time I’d make it good and slow and… next time. Shit, what next time? Tomorrow I’d be gone and who knew would happen.

“Sy?”

The sound of her soft question stopped me from going further with my thoughts. Later. I’d think about that later. Right now, I needed— her.

I withdrew my thumb and fingers and placed a soft kiss on her, my nose catching her intoxicating scent again. I dipped my tongue between her smooth lips and when her taste hit me I groaned, and buried myself deeper. She was perfect, her flavor reminding me of warm summers by the beach with a cherry gin cocktail. Don’t ask me how the fuck that came to me, but that was her, that was Lori. 

And all I wanted was more.

I kept tasting her with long sweeps along her slit, my nose brushing past the soft, short curls on her mound. I wanted to feel every part of her tender skin against my tongue and the more I tongued her, the sweeter and wetter she became.

“God damn it,” I growled, lifting my head and licking my lips, “Baby, you’re drenched. Makin’ such a mess for me.”

“Oh my God, Sy!” Every part of her shook, from her feet to her voice as she tried to mumble, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

As if I could; as if I would with her so close. I wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, wanted to give her that moment of pure ecstasy. Next time - there had to be a next time -  I’d tease her, get her to the edge then slow down, drawing the whole thing out just so I could keep my mouth on her longer. But not today, I didn’t have the control or finesse for that now; from the moment I tasted her, I was driven into a savage, primal need.

“God, please, Sy, I need… put your fingers in me.”

I didn’t hesitate and gave her what she wanted, curving two fingers deep inside, pumping them against that spot I’d found earlier. She shuddered against my mouth, pulsing, contracting, squeezing my fingers so hard I had to use force to keep them where she needed them. 

She reached out her hand and found mine splayed over the inside of her thigh keeping her quivering legs open. She wrapped her slim fingers around my thick thumb, all of them fitting around me as she gripped me. I covered her hand with my fingers, her tiny fist in mine and I squeezed gently.

“Oh God, Sy! Oh fuck! I’m…”

Her whole body became rigid, everything tightened and a deep scarlet bloomed over her neck and the top of her chest. Then she started grinding against me, her hips rocking wildly and her pussy pulsed around my fingers and against my mouth.

Oh fuck me, she was coming.

And it was fan-fucking-tastic. 

My self control was at its limit— watching her body shiver with aftershocks, tits pointing high to the ceiling, belly quivering—my cock was pressing so hard against the fly of my jeans I thought it would pop the damn button on its own.

I was sitting back on my knees before I knew it, my hands clawing at my belt. My eyes raked her glowing, lush body, and my mouth was so full of her taste I couldn’t think straight. I tore my eyes away from her to the enclosures around my waist, taking a deep breath while willing myself to calm down and I finally unclasped my belt.

But then her hands covered mine, warm and soft, they took over, pulling my jeans apart, the buttons popping open, the sound a slow tease. I looked at her. She was sitting up now, legs still on either side of me, her eyes wide as she stared up at me, her mouth parted as she continued to catch her breath.

She was so fucking pretty.

She tugged my jeans and boxers down, carefully pulling them away as I reached down to help her. For once I was speechless— no, I had plenty of things I wanted to say, wanted to beg— but I stayed quiet, biting on my lip and hoping like hell she was going to do what I thought she was.

She kept her eyes on mine as she kissed my hip, her warm breath heating my skin and her soft kiss-swollen lips made my cock swell, as it ached for the same attention. Then she blindly reached for me, taking me in her hand and my breath burst from my lungs like I’d been gut-punched, rumbling out my throat in a groan. I felt myself jerk in her hand, desperate for more, clinging by a finger to the edge of sanity as her kisses swept slowly towards her hand.

I lifted my hand to her cheek, her skin was flushed, subtly humid and soft. 

“Baby.”

The corners of her mouth raised in an uncertain smile and her free hand slid up my thigh. Her smile grew more confident, no doubt she could feel how badly I twitched beneath her touch. 

I felt her breath on me, and her hand moved gently, slowly, softly.

“Sweet— fuckin’— God damn,” I muttered senselessly as her lips brushed the base of my cock and her velvety tongue slipped out, hot and wet, making my hips kick. “Makin’ me crazy.”

As her eyes met mine, the corners of her open mouth lifted into a smirk and I was reminded of the lyrics to an old AC/DC song.

She was taking her time, I was losing my mind…

She had the face of an angel, Smiling with sin

Then her mouth opened and she brought me inside. My body shook as an explosive heat rocketed up my cock and for a second I thought I was going to blow then and there. 

Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? 

One look at her eyes said she absolutely knew and she was loving it. God damn, that was hot.

“Fuck me, just look at you,” I growled through gritted teeth.

Her hand moved over my shaft, while her hot warm mouth covered the tip, her tongue lapping and swirling. Her already fevered cheeks blushed deeper and she took me further into her mouth. My head lulled and my legs tensed as she brought me closer to the edge. I put my hand on her neck and felt her jaw move as she sucked gently.

She went too far and gagged, my head lifted to see her pull away, and I watched stunned as a thin strand of drool stretched from her mouth to the head of my cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She went straight back to it, her mouth enclosing over me hungrily and although it was hot as hell, I took her cheeks in my hands and lifted her head.

“I want to,” she said.

“I know,” I smirked and she scowled and turned her eyes away from me. “But I dont wanna cum yet.”

Her eyes came back to mine, and she bit her lip. 

“Yeah,” I said, covering her still soaked slit with my hand. I slid two fingers inside again, “I’m gonna be right in here when I cum,” I lowered myself over her, pushing her back onto the bed, my fingers still deep in her slick heat, “I’m gonna feel you cum round cock.”

Her lips met mine and she was not gentle. I growled, curving my fingers roughly against that spot I’d found earlier. She lifted her mouth from mine, throwing her head back as her body arched beneath me, pressing the soft swell of her tits against my chest. I hovered my mouth over hers, trying to breathe in every strangled cry. She gripped my arm in her hand, her fingers dug into my muscle.

“Fuck,” she murmered, “your arms are like stone.”

“You like it?” I asked lowly.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly how attractive you are,” she said breathlessly.

“Don’t know how attractive I am to you,” I said.

She bit her lip trying to cover up a shy grin. “Very,” she whispered, breathlessly.

My heart skipped a beat, literally skipped. I felt like quicksilver pumped through my veins, burning me from inside, threatening to explode at any moment.

“You want me?” I asked.

“You know I do.”

“Yeah, I do,” I drawled slowly. I stroked her deep inside, she was still so wet, I could feel it as it welled within her. “I can feel it here. You want me inside you. You want me to fill ya up.”

“Yes,” she said.

I should have shut up, I should have been satisfied, but I had to know. Before the inevitable happened, I needed to know she wanted me.

I meant what I said to Marshall; it eased me to know she’d have him and my Brothers. I didn’t begrudge the obvious attraction she felt for them or they felt for her. I believed they cared for her as she did them.

But I was a selfish prick, and right now, for this moment at least, she was all mine.

“Say it, say the words,” I practically snarled, my teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her earlobe. “Tell me you want me.”

“Oh God, Sy!”

I moved down her neck, teeth and tongue digging into her fragile skin, marking her up, staking my claim. 

“Tell me,” I growled.

“I want you, Sy.”

I was on my knees holding her thighs open and my cock was plunging into her before I even realised I had moved. Hot and soft, snug and slick, she wrapped around me like a silk glove, hugging me firmly, but still she yielded. Every part of me trembled as I eased into her; the sight of her core blooming around me was almost too much. We both cried out as our bodies met, my low grunt was met with her high gasp.

“Lori,” I mumbled, my eyes finding hers. Her eyes were wide, glassy, almost unfocussed, looking all fucked out when I’d barely begun. I laid over her, letting my weight sink softly onto her and she sighed. “Shit, baby, look at me.”

She blinked and her eyes moved slowly to mine.

“You good?” I asked in a whisper. I kissed the edge of her mouth with a soft brush of my lips, barely more than that, but I knew she felt it because she squeezed me with her thighs.

“So good.” 

Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, her lips meeting mine. I kissed her back hard, I couldn’t hold back as I circled my hips, pulling out slowly before plunging deep into her plush heat. But the harder I kissed her, the harder she kissed back until our mouths were an uncontrolled, wet tangle of lips, tongue and teeth.

With one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip and lifted my head. She was beautiful like this, eyes heavy lidded, plump reddened lips parted, her cheeks glowing with lust. I pulled on her hair, making her neck elongate, seeing the marks I’d left on her and the tremor in her throat with each panting gasp.

Sweat broke over my skin as the last thread of civility within me snapped. I gave in to my raw and wild primality and nonsensical guttural groans fell from my lips. I rose to my knees again as I clawed at her hips and lifted them with me, her shoulders still on the bed.

Nothing was gentle now. Everything was rough, frenzied, and desperate. I lifted her leg onto my shoulder and sunk my teeth into her calf while she left scratches on my arm as she clutched at me, trying to hold on.

My fingers dug deep into the subtle flesh of her hips, keeping her right where I wanted her as I set a brutal, grinding pace. My brain was in overload, she overwhelmed me; there was so much of her to hear, see and feel. I could hear the sounds of her throaty moans, the wet slaps of our bodies colliding and the headboard crashing into the wall. I could see her tits bouncing and her core swallowing me as I pounded into her. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted more. And I knew when I got it, all I’d want is more and more, and still more of her.

She drew her thighs together suddenly, and I felt her squeeze me as she cried out. She reached for my neck and pulled me down for a kiss, moaning into my mouth as I started increasing my pace.

“You feel so fucking good,” she breathed into my mouth.

“Baby, you feel fuckin’ phenomenal.”

She let me go and pressed her hand flat on my chest and seemed to push me away while her other hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in as she pulled me closer, tightening and releasing in time with the rocking motion of my hips.

The heel in my shoulder dug deeper, as every muscle in her body grew tight and her eyes closed while her chin lifted and her jaw clenched. She stopped breathing a moment before taking another deep ragged breath, the air from her lungs sawing through her throat as each heady moan became higher and higher. 

“Oh God baby, you’re gonna come ain’t ya?” I said, the words barely recognisable to my ears as they fell out on top of each other. “You gonna come for me? Gonna come ‘round my cock? Gonna let me feel it?”

She didn’t reply and her neck and chest started blossoming into those deep hues of pink and red. Then she nodded as she lifted her head, her eyes popping open to give me an intense and molten steel blue gaze. Her brows furrowed while her plump scarlet lips curled into almost a snarl.

She was gone, completely and totally gone. And I fucking loved it.

“Then c’mon, baby,” I rumbled. 

My hips moved faster, pistoning wildly, my chaotic thoughts became urgently singular; I would see her to her end. 

She gasped and her hips undulated wildy beneath me before my name fell from her lips in a long hoarse moan. She seemed to come forever and I fucked her through it despite her cunt gripping me so tight that it took more than a little effort to keep up my rhythm. But I did it, I gave it to her, gave her every fucking bit I had because I never wanted to stop making her feel as good, never wanted to stop watching her get lost in complete euphoric oblivion.

“Oh shit, oh fuckin’ hell,” I snarled. I could feel her everywhere, feel every delicious contraction of her walls as they pulsed around me. “Oh fuck me, I’m gonna come.” 

“Fuck yes, yes,” she cried, though her body was starting to become lax, “Do it.”

“Gonna cum,” I said breathlessly, the words falling from my mouth in an unconscious stream, “so good… tight little… fuckin’ hot pussy.”

Sweat started rolling down my face, stinging my eyes. But I wasn’t gonna stop. I couldn't. Every inch of me tingled as my orgasm threatened at the base of my cock. Lori smiled, a completely blissed out, fucked out, stretch of the lips. She reached up, ran her hand over my brow, wiping away the salty liquid.

“Come inside me, Sy,” she whispered, dropping her hand to my neck, “I want you inside me.”

“Oh fuck, Lori,” I leaned down, her leg still on my shoulder and she curled beneath me. I needed her lips on mine, needed to taste her pretty mouth, needed more of me inside her. “I fuckin’ love fuckin’ you. You’re so fuckin’ good…” 

I pounded harder, deeper, wrapping my arms around her, holding her close as if she were going to disappear if I didn’t. The tingling grew out of control, everything grew tight before it exploded in a rush and I lifted my mouth from hers, my jaw clenching, air whistling through my teeth before I felt the warm rush of my release rocket up my cock, spilling deep inside her.

When it was over and I could think again, my head was in the crook of Lori’s neck, and her arms and legs were wrapped around me. I groaned then inhaled deeply and enveloped her into my arms. She ran the tips of her fingers down my spine, making my already liquid body shiver and my softening cock kicked within her. She giggle and I chuckled, nipping gently at her ear before I lifted my head.

“Don’t move,” she whispered.

“I’m too heavy,” I said, but I lowered my head again.

“No, you’re perfect. Please?”

I hummed in response and brushed my lips softly over the bites I had left earlier. I turned my face towards her and she turned hers towards me. For a moment I let myself drown in her eyes while I committed this moment to memory.

I hated that I was leaving her.

I hated that she wouldn’t be mine when I came home.

No, that wasn’t quite right. I wasn’t mad about that. 

I thought about Marshall outside and the others in their rooms and I felt a bit guilty. I wonder how much they had heard, I hadn’t even thought about trying to be quiet. It wasn’t fair, I hadn’t been fair. I saw something I wanted and I took it with no real thought about my Brothers. Well, except for one.

Walker… he couldn’t love any woman. He wouldn’t see a moment like this with Lori as a gift, he was all about power. He would use her, take and take from her until she had nothing left to give. His cold brutality served us as a club, I’ll begrudgingly admit, but in a relationship, he would destroy her. He’d chew her up and spit her out and I wouldn’t let that happen.

I was right to have that talk with Marshall, to let him know how it was. I hoped he’d see it was more than just to keep her away from Walker, it was to make what I did right. I hope he understood that.

Eventually I had to move and with a groan, I moved off her and laid next to her on my back. Something didn’t feel right so I grabbed Lori and I rolled her over me, so she was laying on my other side.

She giggled, “Why would you do that?”

Why did I do that? My eyes darted to the door and I realised I had instinctively wanted to put myself between her and the door. She was mine to protect. If someone got past the man outside the door, they sure as fuck won’t get past me.

I reached down to the floor and grabbed her panties and my t-shirt and handed them to her. 

“Put these on before you go to sleep.” She furrowed her brows and tilted her head in a silent question. “Incase something happens during the night and one of my Brothers has to come in.”

“Oh.” She looked down at the shirt, then she leaned over and gave me a long, soft kiss. “Thank you.”

“It’s just a t-shirt,” I said, feeling a rush of blood going straight between my legs. Jesus, apparently I was not done for the night.

“No, not for that.”

“For what then?”

“For a while, I actually forgot why I’m here. I wasn’t thinking about anything except you. Thank you for that.”

I nodded slowly, trying to suppress my growing grin. Lori’s eyes grew wide and she laughed as I sprang up on all fours and trapped her beneath me.

“Wanna forget some more?” I asked.

[thatsmylog]

[alltimefail-sims]

Hello! I love your CAS designs of your IT Lives series and if you have MCs for you, is it okay if I ask about them? ( I hope that's okay to ask! )

Hi! ❤️

Thank you so much, I really appreciate that! And of course, I'm happy to talk about my MCs! I've actually thought of making them as sims and dropping them in a sim dump this week!

This will be kind of long and have spoilers for ILITW, ILB, and vague spoilers for ILW so I'm going to put my answers under a read more cut!

In It Lives in the Woods I played as Devon Liu - I actually wanted to romance Noah Marshall my first playthrough because I loved their dynamic and was very shocked by the ending "twist" lmao. Devon had the long black hair that was shaved on one side. I used the "Asian" sprite for her and I pictured her as tiny. Despite her tininess, she was a loyal but completely fearless takes-no-shit badass basically lmao. Because of her closeness with Noah she was able to either die for Noah or have Noah sacrifice himself, and I thought it was more angsty for her to die so she chose to sacrifice herself and take Jane's place. Everyone in my group lived except Devon because I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I lost a single one of those angels. In the fan project It Lives Within, I'm still doing the Noah/MC route because I'm shamefully a Noah apologist first and foremost lmao.

In It Lives Beneath I played as Harper Vance - I was the least attached to this book personally, but my favorite part of her character was her love for her little brother. She did save grandpa, lost her pinky, survived in the end, and her whole crew survived (and Parker didn't leave). She romanced Tom but honestly if I played through it again I think I'd have her romance Imogen because I loved her bubbly personality next to my MCs kind of sarcastic and goofy personality and then her and Elliot could be the gay rights sibling icons they deserve to be lmao. I love Tom, don't get me wrong, but his platonic route is just as good as his romance one and he is a great bestie. She had the really curly hair and I picked the "Hispanic" sprite.

In the fan project It Lives Within I actually have 4 MCs to play each of the four different LI routes, but my main MC is Rowan Burke. I'll try to avoid spoilers here as best as possible as this project is still ongoing! She is a "genuine" MC and is basically a cinnamon roll thrusted in the worst circumstances lmfao. She is just barely going down the "Blood" route I believe, although we don't know what that means yet 😬. Rowan romances Abel Flint and has a great relationship with pretty much everyone. She does not trust Matthias (I'm sorry Matthias simps lmao) nor does she trust Annie's ghost (she's been honest with the team about Annie at this point). She's got the tied back dark brown hair and is plus sized which is AMAZING like finally! I used the Caucasian sprite for her. I hope I can keep my streak up and keep all of them alive but we'll have to see. 😂

The other LIs I have for ILW are Joseph ("Joey" - sarcastic personality; romances Amalia); Xavier ("X" - genuine personality; he romances Lincoln); and Lorelai ("Lolo" - mix of all personalities honestly, and she romances Joss). Literally the MC customization is so good in this game I couldn't help playing multiple routes lmao.

If you have any specific questions I didn't cover, please feel free to ask them! I love talking about these books because the fandom is so small online, but I literally have no one irl who plays these books lmao (except my husband who I force to play with me sakskljadksd).

[sailordiamondkitty]

So... I've been on "PAW Patrol Movie" in cinema recently. And as much as I don't like the animated series (too childish for my tastes), I simply ADORED this movie. The soundtrack, the animation, the story... All PERFECT 🥰 Well, except of the fact that some scenes were less than perfect and needed some redo... So I grabbed the pen (keyboard) and wrote my version 🙃 It's a bit more angsty than original and I definitely wouldn't put it in kid's show. But it was fun to write nevertheless 🙂

The scene I'm talking about is 'Chase rescues Ryder' scene. So I started with that and went my way a few minutes after 😉 Enjoy

Oh and for the ones not familiar with the movie, here's the original scene:

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Ryder waited impatiently for the elevator to reach the top of the ridiculously high tower. He huffed irritated, as the idea of building something such high was as crazy, as it was dangerous. The soft ping indicated that he finally arrived at the destination and the door slid open.

‘Mayor Humdinger?’ He called out, stumbling out of the elevator, the storm outside easily swaying the already unstable tower, his eyes searching the office.

‘Yes, how can I help you?’ The man suddenly appeared behind the desk at the far end of the room, laying his hand casually on the flat surface of the table. The demeanour changed drastically when he noticed a person by the door. ‘Ryder? What are you doing here?’ He snarled furiously, his pack of cats hissing, sharing the despise for the boy with their owner.

‘This tower isn’t safe!’ Ryder called, trying to stabilize his movements. ‘We’ve got to get you out of here.’

The moment he finished speaking, the lights blinked and went down, darkness enveloping the room in an instant.

‘Oh no, the power’s out. That means the elevator’s dead. We have to go now!’ The boy tried convincing the man again, turning on the flashlight on his suit, the small light giving him at least a bit of comfort.

‘Nice try!’ Humdinger answered, crossing his arms. ‘I’m not going anywhere with you!’

Suddenly the room swayed again, this time harder and the sound of metal breaking sounded from outside. They were running out of time. Humdinger seemed to finally understand that, quickly lifting himself from the chair.

‘Okay, fine! I’ll go with you’ he decided, trying not to sound scared. He made his way toward the elevator, his cats attaching themselves to his legs, restricting man’s movements. ‘But I want to make it very clear, this is not a rescue! It’s… uh... an assisted exit!’ Humdinger exclaimed imperiously.

‘You can call in whatever you want, as long as you get in the elevator now’ Ryder replied, resisting the urge to roll his eye at the man’s antics. ‘I’ll release the cables manually from above’ he explained, using Mayor Humdinger’s body to lift himself up to the elevator’s hatch. ‘Once I’ve lowered you down safely, I’ll repel down the elevator shaft.’

‘Hmph, show-off’ Mayor murmured to himself, correcting the cylinder on his head.

Ryder bit down the reply as he looked down on the man in the elevator.

‘Even though we’ve had our personal differences over the years, I take no pleasure in doing this’ he said instead, his hand on a lever.

’Doing what?’ Humdinger asked warily. Ryder didn’t answer, instead pulling the lever, releasing the elevator as it started falling down at a rapid speed, Humdinger’s screams feeling the air.

‘Heh, actually that’s pretty satisfying’ he laughed to himself, eying the disappearing shape of an elevator and counting. ‘Three one thousand, four one thousand, five one thousand’ when counted to five, Ryder quickly pushed the lever back, stopping the elevator before it could crash at the bottom of the shaft.

While attaching grabbling hook to the metal bar, Ryder opened the communication channel.

‘Hey pups’ he called out ‘Humdinger’s out, I’m coming down.’

‘Nice job Ryder, see you on the ground’ came a reply, as he started descending.

Suddenly a gush of wind broke a part of the shaft, metal panel smashing on the other side.

‘Whoa, that’s not good’ boy commented, worry on his face. The next two panels above broke, nearly hitting him, as they fell. ‘Oh, that’s very not good!’

He continued descending, this time at a much faster pace, trying to leave the attached tower before it would, inevitably and definitely sooner than later, break completely. Wind howling through the shaft shook the rope, throwing Ryder over the shaft walls as he descended. He stopped the movement, trying to stabilize himself and that’s when another panel was torn out, this time right next to him. He stared at it for a few seconds, scared, trying to quickly decide how to best omit it. Suddenly the tower screeched, the metal holders finally loosing the battle with hazardous weather. Ryder’s terrified scream broke through the howling wind, as the tower fell, burying itself into the next building.

Ryder coughed, looking over the surrounding. Falling with the tower was not a pleasant experience and he made a mental note to try and avoid it for the future. He absentmindedly pushed the emergency beacon on his suit, red light flashing steadily. He eyed the debris that blocked his leg, stopping him from moving away from the site. He tried pushing it away, although with no avail. Ryder huffed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

‘Looks like I’ll have to wait for the rescue’ he told himself, the pain in his crushed leg indicating it was most probably broken.

At least the storm wasn’t bothering him here, the remains of fallen tower successfully blocking the wind. Some small parts of debris and dust fell from the ceiling and he coughed again.

‘Ryder?’ he heard a concerned voice from the side, a familiar one. He looked that way to see Chase descending the debris, running towards him.

‘Chase!’ he called, happiness in his voice. ‘I can’t believe you’ve found me.’

‘You can always count on me, Ryder’ German Shepherd puppy exclaimed with confidence as Ryder turned off his emergency beacon, switching it back to flashlight.

The broken wires shot a spark of electricity and Chase looked at them, worried.

‘Come on’ puppy said, turning his gaze back to Ryder. ‘We gotta get out of here’

‘I can’t , I’m stuck’ the boy replied, trying to push the large debris off his leg.

‘On three, pull as hard as you can’ Chase decided quickly, jumping over the broken rubble and positioning himself behind Ryder. ‘One.. Two.. Three!’

Ryder pulled the leg as Chase grabbed his shirt in his teeth, trying to help. After few seconds puppy fell backwards, as his teeth slid off the cloth.

‘It won’t budge’ the boy exclaimed, looking back at his friend, feeling hopeless. So even their strength combined weren’t enough.

‘One more try!’ Chase decided and Ryder obeyed, pushing the rubble again. At the same time, German Shepherd pup circled around, sliding under the fallen part, pushing it from underneath. They struggled for a while but finally managed to free boy’s leg. As he stumbled backwards, Chase quickly run from under the debris, managing not to get crushed by it. They breathed heavily, catching breath after the struggle.

‘We made it! Ryder, we made it!’ Chase jumped in the air happily, running over to his friend. He stopped abruptly though, seeing the pained expression on boy’s face. ‘Ryder..?’

‘I think it’s broken’ his friend answered, pointing at his leg. ‘It won’t be easy for me to get out of here in this state’ he added.

Chase immediately positioned himself at Ryder’s hurt side.

‘Lean on me, I’ll help you downstairs’ he exclaimed. Ryder didn’t hesitate, as he put his hand on puppy’s back, stabilizing himself.

‘You’re a good friend, Chase’ he smiled, as they took a few small steps toward the exit.

‘You are always there for me. It’s my turn to help you this time’ German Shepherd replied with honesty.

They were halfway through, when the nearby lighting shook the building. Some dust have fallen from the ceiling and Ryder looked up. He noticed the cracks all over the ceiling, small debris falling already.

Another shake and it was too late.

‘Watch out!’ Ryder shouted, pushing Chase away mere seconds before the rubble collapsed on the boy.

The weather finally stabilized when Skye crushed her helicopter into the machine, successfully ending the abnormal storm. She used her jetpack to fly down to the street, joining the cheering, as other PAW Patrol members surrounded her.

‘Do you see Chase or Ryder anywhere?’ Zuma asked, looking around to find the missing friends.

‘No, maybe they’re somewhere else’ Liberty wondered.

Suddenly there was a buzz on the comms and Chase’s worried voice came through.

‘Puppies, we need help!’ he almost shouted ‘We’re on the other building. Ryder’s crushed under the debris! I… I can’t get him out! And he’s not answering me either!’

‘We’ll be right there!’ Marshall replied. ‘Liberty, get some men to help us out, I’m not sure our strength would be enough to free Ryder. And call an ambulance too, it might be needed. Rest of you, follow me!’

The puppies rushed to the entrance of a building, as Liberty carried on her part of a mission. They didn’t have much time, as Ryder needed medical attention. Luckily the power in the city was back on as soon, as the storm ended, so they hastily made their way toward the elevator.

‘Chase, which floor are you on?’ Zuma asked, as the door opened.

‘15th, please hurry’ came a quick answer.

‘Don’t worry, we’re on our way’ Skye reassured him, as the door slid close and the elevator moved upwards.

‘Liberty, when you’re finished, join us on 15th floor’ Rocky called the Adventure City’s pup who became the newest member of PAW Patrol just recently.

‘I’m on it, see you at the top!’ she answered, the sound in the background indicating she’s already on her way with a backup. ‘The ambulance will be here shortly too, just finished the call.’

‘Good, we’ve arrived already, looking for Chase and Ryder’ Marshall said as the elevator stopped and opened.

‘Chase, where are you?’ Rubble called. The place was filled with fallen debris and parts of what used to be Mayor Humdinger’s tower.

‘Over here’ German Shepherd emerged from behind one of the biggest piles of rubble. ‘Quick, help me get him out!’

Another ping indicated that Liberty just arrived at the scene. They joined other puppies and together hastily made their way toward Chase.

The debris was huge and all they could see of Ryder, was his head and one arm, the rest buried underneath fallen parts of walls and ceiling. He was unconscious and bruised all over, from what was visible.

‘I tried to pull him out but I’m not strong enough’ German Shepherd pup explained.

‘And it’s a good thing you didn’t’ replied a tall, brown-haired man, one of the few accompanying Liberty. He crouched next to the puppy, eyeing the debris. ‘We need to carefully remove all of the rubble’ he instructed his companions. ‘Make sure not to move the boy, we don’t know how bad are the injuries.’

The work went swiftly, although not as fast, as the puppies would have wanted. About halfway through the work, the paramedics came and helped remove rest of the debris. Ryder was then moved carefully on the stretcher, the medics quickly looking for any visible injuries.

‘Well, his left leg is definitely broken, no doubt about it’ paramedic exclaimed, motioning the men to pick up the stretcher. ‘And probably right arm too. I don’t like the bruise on his forehead but it doesn’t seem to be very serious, hopefully. He’ll be fine, no grave injuries” he added, seeing the worried looks on puppies’ snouts, especially Chase’s. He leaned to pet pup’s head.

‘You did great, we’ll take it from here’ said the other medic, as they made their way towards the elevator.

The party exited the building, an ambulance parked not far from the entrance. People crowded the street, watching Ryder being put inside.

‘Poor boy…’ some lady gasped, while other nodded, agreeing with her.

‘He’s still just a child’ another added. ‘It should not have happen.’

‘It’s Mayor Humdinger’s fault!’ a man from within the crowd shouted, and people suddenly parted, showing the purple-dressed men in a middle of escaping.

‘What? How is this my fault?’ he argued angrily, the cats hissing by his side. ‘I didn’t ask to be rescued in the first place! Why should I be responsible?’

But nobody listened. Angry shouting escalated, people closing in on Humdinger. He screamed, scared, as he was enveloped by the crowd.

Chase didn’t look at the commotion, his attention solely on a unmoving frame of Ryder in an ambulance. As the paramedics began closing the door, he rushed forward and jumped inside.

‘I’m going with Ryder’ he exclaimed, laying next to the boy.

If the medic was surprised by a sudden movement, he didn’t show it. He closed the door and made his way toward the front of the car, as the other started the engine.

‘Come on, let’s follow them in our vehicles’ Liberty decided. ‘Skye, you take Chase’s police car, since your helicopter is broken.’

‘Yeah, will have to ask Ryder for a new one’ Skye answered sheepishly. ‘I really hope he got an insurance for it.’

‘Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll figure something out’ Rocky cheered her up, putting his paw on her. ‘For now let’s focus on getting to the hospital.’

Other puppies barked with an agreement and split to get into their vehicles. Then they followed an ambulance, not noticing the frantic escape of Mayor Humdinger, as he managed to get free from the crowd. Not that it mattered. All it mattered now was Ryder.

First thing that Ryder felt was pain in his left leg. Broken, he remembered. He tried opening his eyes, but a bright light from a lamp caused him to close them again. He grunted, as he prepared himself for another try. This time slower, he let his eyes accustom to the lighting. He was in a room, hospital, judging by the look of it. There was something on his right, warm and fluffy, pressed to his side. Ryder moved his head carefully and saw Chase sleeping next to him on a bed. Boy’s moving must have woken him up, as he shifted and yawned, stretching his paws. Eyes locked with Ryder and puppy jumped up.

‘Ryder!’ He shouted happily. ‘You’re okay!’

‘I guess I am’ the boy answered, laughing softly. ’What happened?’

‘I freed you from the debris, we were trying to leave the building’ Chase answered. ‘You… there was a lighting nearby. It caused the ceiling to collapse. You pushed me aside but…’ German Shephard’s eyes filled with sadness and regret. ‘Liberty got some citizens to help us remove the rubble, then they moved you to an ambulance.’

‘Oh, Chase…’ Ryder moved slowly, embracing the pup. ‘It’s alright, we’re alright.’ He reassured him.

‘But you were hurt! I couldn’t do anything to help you!’ Chase argued. ‘I failed you…’

‘No, Chase, you didn’t fail me!’ answered the boy with a shock on his face. ‘You are the bravest pup I’ve ever met. I mean do you know any other who would jump over to the next building to reach me? I sure don’t. If it wasn’t for you, I would be still stuck there.’

The door suddenly opened, and a doctor entered a room with rest of the PAW Patrol behind him. He looked up from his notebook, noticing Ryder and Chase. A warm smile appeared on his lips.

‘Ah, Ryder, I see you’re awake now’ he said, moving to stand near the bed.

‘RYDER!!’ cried the puppies in unison, jumping on a bed to cuddle with their friend, licking his face happily.

‘Alright, alright, if you want him to get healed properly, I advise to give him a room to breathe’ the doctor laughed. ‘How are you feeling, my boy?’

‘Well, my leg and arm hurt and I’m a bit sore’ Ryder answered after a while, when puppies finally decided to stop licking him. ‘Other than that, I’m good.’

‘You’ve had an amazing luck. Except broken leg and arm, as you noticed, you’re uninjured. I advise lot of relax and you should be back to normal in about few months.’

‘Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him, doc!’ Liberty barked happily, swinging her tail. ‘Hear that, Ryder? No missions for you!’

Ryder laughed at that, along with doctor. Everything was fine.

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So there it is, hope you liked it 🙂 I noticed a few things I could change here and there, as I posted, but I decided to not rewrite the whole thing again 😅

[bobshollyworld-blog]

Weekly Roundup #3

So glad to be continuing this for the third week, and what a week it was. This has been my largest haul so far, with over twenty figures (and that's not even including multipacks or duplicates). I'm proud of myself. This week we've got a healthy mix of 90s figures (I'm suddenly very wet), Marvel Infinite/Universe figures and some other things. Let's check it out!

Straight out of the gate we've got some 90s figures. Woot woot! These came from the 90s figure plug herself, Debbie from Dundalk. These captured my interest for a number of reasons; the Peter Parker looks cool with his articulation and camera accessory, while Black Tom will pair nicely with Juggernaut. I had to get the Morph for his awesome 90s blue and yellow colour scheme.

From the nineties we jump right to the most recently made figures. These Star Wars Black Series figures are a first for me, as I've never owned a Star Wars figure before. I've had Micromachines, but that's a horse of a different colour. I haven't even seen Rogue One yet. If I'm being honest, these will likely be sold, as that was my intentions behind buying them. The Jyn figure would be nice to add to my personal collection, but I'd rather just get some funds back.

Back to the nineties. Damn, I'm all over the place. Let me start by saying that the level of articulation on these Kenner figures just can't compare to what Toybiz was doing at the time. But that's fine. These guys are just as vibrant and accurate as anything. These costumes smell like the 90s, and I'm glad to own these. Another thanks goes to Debbie.

3.75 inch figures for my growing collection. Again, this scale is quickly becoming my favourite, as they have quite the bit of articulation, especially for their size. The Hydra Soldier (which I would like to get more of for army building) came from Debbie, while all the others came from a local comic book shop. Out of this lot, my favourite are the Skrull Soldiers, which I would also like at least two more for the same reasons I want more Hydra Soldiers. The Odin and Volstagg are meh, but I want to build an entire 3.75 inch Asgard, and I can't do that without these guys.

More 3.75 inch figures, this time from DC Multiverse. I'm sad that these are so much shorter than what Marvel offers, although Marvel tends to make their figures too tall at times. I'm happy with the Azrael, however, because his red is so vibrant.

This is that bit of random I talked about in the intro. We have my third overall Ultraforce character with Ghoul, and I actually don't care about the figure so much as I care about the casket accessory he's packaged with. That thing can come in handy with a Halloween diorama, as well as casket matches. I bought the Katana because I bought the other six figures in the line for my daughters, though I'm keeping this girl for myself. You can never have too many females or minority characters, and she checks both of those boxes. The Mulan figure is a pride piece of sorts as Mulan is my favourite Disney film (as well as being a top ten film in general for me). I saw the figure and figured I'm buy her. She and Katana came from Marshalls, while Debbie supplied the Ghoul.

As usual, I've saved the best for last. The Spider-Man Noir is from a seller on LetGo, while the Star-Lord and Yondu 2-pack are from eBay. The likeness of Michael Rooker is amazing. The Daredevil and Defenders of Asgard came from a local comic book store. I was searching online for that particular 2-pack but wasn't ready (or willing) to spend 20$ on it. I ended up buying them for only 6$. Two more Asgardians for the win!

There you have it, folks. Another week and another bounty in the bag! I don't know if my wallet can sustain another haul like this. Lol. Only time will tell. See you next week.

-Bob Hollywood, 30 July 2018

[thatsmylog]

[marshallpupfan]

New Marshall Pics! (Season 10, Ep. 8)

Thinking about it now, I can't remember when exactly I started doing this whole New Marshall Pics routine after each new episode. It was around season 7, I think. It's always something I look forward to posting, and fortunately, I've got plenty of good pics today!

The first segment - "Jungle Pups: Pups Save a Golden Sweetie"

As the title suggests, Sweetie was involved in this one. Sadly, the stream I was watching started acting up, so I didn't get to see much of what she did... but hey, I did get to see that this is another mission that called Marshall in as a first responder! He had plenty to do here, which after seeing him get so much focus in that other Jungle Pups episode, I didn't expect! I'm really starting to think season 10 is trying its best to make up for how bad 9 was to Marshall, and trust me, I really appreciate it! :D

And the second segment - "Jungle Pups: Pups Save the Giant Ants"

This one was rather cute, and it had some good moments all around. Everyone got to help out at some point, which as I always say, I'm always happy to see happen! Marshall even got a really cute moment near the end with one of the ants, so of course I liked that!

This episode closes out Jungle Pups. I have to say that, overall, I liked it! The new location was interesting enough, I like that it gave plenty of attention to Tracker, and as a big fan of Marshall, it really did him justice here (unlike the last two sub-series). Honestly, I'm sad to see Jungle Pups go! Hopefully the next sub-series is just as good, if not, better!

That's all for now! Another new episode should air next week, so of course, I'll be back then with more New Marshall Pics! :)