#sherrif rambles

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IM ALIVE HELLO!!!!!!

I have a gift! In the form of art and rambling!

So this is for MB rework (take 3 I think. Idk it's been a ride trying to do this 😭🙏) and I'm going into this not just with a wish and a prayer!! I'm going into this with a wish, a prayer and and planning.

At the moment, I'm working on the characters but I've also got part of the lore for the world and areas written down; but we'll work on that full later down the line.

The order in which these characters are getting reworked is the same order they appear in in the show. So we're starting with Sheriff! Big surprise there...

So, design! It's pretty different to his canon self.

I liked the idea of a bomber jacket (I got the idea from @dem0nguy and his redesign of Sheriffs flight school outfit!) and I also liked the idea that it had originally belonged to Ryan and Sheriff took it in order to feel as though he was following his older brothers footsteps. It'd be something he would've taken after losing Ryan and being bitten before fleeing the military base they had been at at the time the apocalypse begun.

The scarf acts as a mask as Sheriff isn't good with or fond of anything technological (like the masks) and tries to avoid it when possible. That and Brutux is the one in control of all of that sort of supplies and he's in enough debt as is. So, scarf it is. It has varying levels of protection against smells and the air but for the most part, does the job it needs to do.

Tried to make him less obnoxiously blue, I get it's his colour or whatever but it burns my eyes/j

Ah no, aside from his shirt, the blue on his shoes and pants is darker and leans more towards navy than anything.

Uhhm I think that's the most notable things to say about his change in design, just the fact he's got the addition of the jacket and bag and is less obnoxiously blue!

Now, his mutation..yay,,

So that's the same, story wise and practically design wise. Still gets bitten when the apocalypse starts and still keeps it from fully mutating him by devouring carrots.

The only real difference in its design is the colour, less of a darker green. And the fact that it's actively dripping. He has to wrap up pretty tightly so it's not getting everywhere and blowing his cover.

His arm isn't quite solid nor is it fully a liquid, it's some odd mix between both. There's not much feeling in it either, was talking to a friend and mentioned how if you stabbed it, it'd just kinda go through and be nothing but a dull ache. And if in a fight, the mutated arm becomes a shield; Sheriff putting it in front of himself to prevent getting hurt anywhere it'd actually hurt.

In terms of things the mutation affects besides his arm we have:

- Sharper teeth, especially his canines

- It's pretty annoying for him, and he usually has an intense urge to bite and chew things to get rid of the uncomfortableness of it

- Accelerated hair growth

- He tries to keep it at an acceptable length, one that won't get in his way but he might just eventually give up. His hair is denser and it's a nightmare for him to try and do anything with it. It's a mess most of the time and usually is thrown into a ponytail where he just hopes for the best.

- Enhanced strength

- Sheriff has a base of 3/5 for his strength but occasionally has bursts of extra strength that'd bump that to a 5/5 (because yknow, he's held up a one tonne metal door with his bare hands). It's only ever in short bursts of strength and he 100% feels the consequences once that fades. But yknow, not the worst thing.

- Prone to aggression

- Not too much of a reasoning for this one other than the fact the mutants are just typically aggressive creatures

- Hoarding

- There is no explanation for this one

- Faintly picking up on orders directed to other mutants

- So, I like to think that the mutants are controlled as a hive, receiving orders from more conscious mutants like Wart. And even then, Wart is getting orders from the SM. Sheriff picks up on the SM's orders- the further he is the fainter it is. I also like to think the SM holds some control over Sheriff. Not a lot but enough to cause problems.

So I think that's it? I can't say much on his actual backstory as that's still a WIP but it pretty much follows canon, if only some minor changes here and there.

Uhhh, I guess just don't hate me for doing another rewrite of this show- there's going to be an actual commitment to this one but I do warn it is going to be a looong, slow project. I want to take my time with this one, especially because it's just for fun :)

Shooters next! Feel free to ask questions and I will try and answer o7

Bagel out!

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Sheriff Sugary Spire.... I love you...

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got hit by “adlerbell cowboy western” au thought during work today and i am wracking my brain trying to come up with a comprehensive plot to have an excuse to write it besides uhhhrhrh. Ummmb adler gunslinging bounty hunter & bell girl on the run after a crime she may or may not have committed………………

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Well... I gotta say weirdmageddon certainly lives up to its name.

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Western monsters! Yeehaw!!

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🤠 Orc cowboy with a massive steed almost twice the size of a normal horse. He finds it funny how scared you are of the absolute beast so he all but forces you to get on its back and teaches you how to ride it. You're terrified at first but your attitude quickly changes when he settles behind you, placing his hands over yours on the reins, pressing up close and talking low in your ear in that rich southern drawl.

🐍 Outlaw rattlesnake naga who kidnaps you to do the whole tie you to the train tracks bit but halts in their tracks (haha) when they lick the air and taste...arousal? Perhaps the innocent victim they have over their shoulder isn't so innocent after all.

🐎 Centaur who offers a ride to a poor frantic human only to realise he's been tricked into being the getaway horse for a bandit when the sherrif starts chasing and yelling after them. He easily outruns the Sherrif's horse but now has to deal with being on the run with a theif! A cute thief but still a thief!

🐮 Sneeking into a barn just to have a warm place to sleep for the night only to wake up surrounded by curious cow hybrids. They start pampering and coddling you because you must be so scared and lost, you poor thing. The ranger doesn't take kindly to finding you in a cuddle pile, drinking his prized milk from the source while getting fondled and licked by his prized cows.

🐊 Crocodile hybrid Sherrif who becomes quite fond of the new outlaw in his town. Every time you outsmart him and get away it just makes his dick harder and his heart beat faster. When he finally catches you, after one hell of a chase, he doesn't drag you to the jailhouse but instead to his home. He's rambling on about how someone so cunning and resourceful would be the perfect mate and how he'll breed you full of his eggs to prove it to you.

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FULL STORY WILL POST IN PARTS TOMORROW

Thank you @specsthesecond for letting me use your plot idea!

🐊 Crocodile hybrid Sherrif who becomes quite fond of the new outlaw in his town. Every time you outsmart him and get away it just makes his dick harder and his heart beat faster. When he finally catches you, after one hell of a chase, he doesn't drag you to the jailhouse but instead to his home. He's rambling on about how someone so cunning and resourceful would be the perfect mate and how he'll breed you full of his eggs to prove it to you.

Sheriff crocodile x outlaw reader (mild violence) (brief mention of loss) (eggs)

You pulled your hair underneath your black hat looking at the rail cart across from you. In and out. Well that was the plan aslong as the sheriff didn't show up. You had moved into town a couple months ago starting with petty theft to test the waters. Taking a pocket watch here, a womens pendant there. Snatching coin pouches with ease. You had noticed the sheriff of course taking note of all law enforcement in any town you went into. You had dealt with hybrids they where still people just normally faster and with heavy animal features. A crocodile was new to you though. Sheriff Dryeden was a sight. For being what you assumed a cold blooded reptile.

He stood at 12"6' his tail dragged behind him as he walked at 1.8 meters long.  He's a greenish-drab color with black stripes and spots on his body and tail. His underbelly was a almost white color from what you could tell from under his uniform. You found him incredibly attractive with his stupid shiny sheriff badge on his chest, his stupid sheriff hat, and his stupid yellow eyes that almost pierced your soul with ever glance.

The first time he noticed you was when you had stolen a bottle of liquor from the saloon owner. He had been meeting up with the mayor and didn't hesitate to take off after you. Luckily you where incredibly smart and fast on your feet  managing to escape him, you went down an alley way and onto the back of your horse. Dryeden was in shock he'd been a fighter since he was a boy no one had escaped him. As he watched you flee on the back of your horse he felt his heart race for the first time in along time.

He continued trying to catch you. Yet you where always one step ahead managing to avoid getting caught by him. The time you robbed the bank he nearly caught you in the vault but you slid into the crowd unnoticed. When you robbed the mayor's home and escaped on the back of a farmers cart hiding amongst his vegetables.

The more dryeden chased you the more he felt the desire to keep you for himself grow.

  Unfourtantly for you that damn crocodile was fast and smart he was always making it harder for you to get away. It started to seem like he knew what you wanted before you even did. If this town didn't have money, You would have already left town to avoid capture.

But you weren't one to let opportunities slip from your fingers , and that freshly mined gold was calling your name. The last job always being the biggest for you. It should be simple you didn't need the whole cart just a couple nuggets. Using the cover of the night you quietly slid up to the rail cart smiling brightly at the gold. Grabbing a couple nuggets sliding them into your bag you noticed the night had gone quiet.

"Why howdy Sheriff Dryeden." You said smiling turning to face the hybrid.

"I'm not letting you get away this time." He growled his eyes glowing under the lights from the mine shaft.

"What a hoot sheriff we both know you aren't going to catch me. I'm to clever for you." You purred placing your palms flat on the rail cart. As Dryden went to step foward you hoped over the rail cart taking off into the mine shaft.

Dryden pushed the rail cart over with a loud crash taking off after you with a roar. You could hear the pounding of his feet behind you. You cursed feeling the rush of air as his claws barely missed your arm. Taking a sharp turn you nearly avoided running into a empty cart.

Sliding quickly you stumbled as your feet struggled to catch traction. You panicked he was catching up fast. Finally pulling yourself together you barely managed to avoid getting slammed into by the sheriff. As he slammed into the wall the sound from the force rattled the walls. If you didn't get out he might make the mine collapse on you both.

He roared as you picked up speed. You had to find away back to the entrance it was the only way out you knew. Running as fast as you could you noticed that you where coming up on one of the stabilizer beams. You could tell that the sheriff was right behind you.

Quickly as you started to pass the pole you threw your hand out using your speed and momentum to turn you around putting you back in the direction you had come from. The sheriff snarled as he slid on the lose dirt trying to stop himself. He used his tail to try and stabilzize himself during the fall. As his chest sid onto the dirt he reached out with his hand wrapping it tight around your ankle. Yanking you down with him.

Letting out a startled cry that was cut short as your chest slammed into the ground. You kicked your leg back aiming for his face. He quickly caught your leg moving his face aside. Dryden could feel himself pressing against his cloaca what a sight you where! He finally had his claws on you after so many chases. He could hear his heart beating the fastest it every has.

Your ankles where in either hand spread out before him as you struggled to escape his grasp. His eyes focused in on your ass watching it move as you tried to pull your legs free clawing at the dirt in a desperate attempt to break free. He moved himself into a kneeling postion flipping you onto your back. He couldn't help but chuckle at the glare on your face.

"You're under arrest. I've caught you little outlaw so it's best you stop struggling. I'd hate to have to hurt your pretty face." He stated moving one clawed hand to grab your wrist placing the shackles from his belt securely onto you. He slid back down rubbing his snout against your cunt moaning softly at your scent. You glared at his actions pulling on your leg trying to get it free once more.

He pulled you over his shoulder as he stood to his feet. You winced in pain as some of his scutes dug into your stomach.

"Come on sheriff just let me go and I'll leave your town." You pleaded knowing the towns people would have you hanged for your crimes. But the sheriff ignored your pleas exiting the mine.

"I'm not taking you to the jailhouse." He stated you blinked confused.

"Where are you taking me then?" Was he just going to kill you himself. Crocodile hybrid didn't eat humans right?

"To my home. Where I'm going to make you my mate." Dryden was blunt not even trying to hide his intentions.

"What? Why me? I'm an outlaw and your the law!" You cried out. Dryden had noticed that you hadn't said anything about being against him being your mate. Making his crocidle face break into a wide smile.

"Your cunning and resourceful you will be the perfect mate and I'm going breed you full of my eggs to prove it to you." He almost dropped you as the scent of your arousal filled his scense of smell at his words. "See my little outlaw your already readying yourself to take my eggs."

"No way your crazy!" You shouted trying to deny that the thoughts of being breed by the crocodile hybrid hadn't already been flooding your mind since the first day he'd chased you out of the saloon. He continued to ignore your cries and struggles as he made his way to his home. After a decent walk you had finally arrived. Dryden entered his home taking you straight to the nest.

You bounced as he dropped you finally allowing you to see something other then his back. You took in the room it was bright shades of green giving a swampy look.

"You miss home often sheriff."  You said softly. Dragging your hand along the nest he'd dropped you on. The nest was incredibly soft. It was mound-like made from vegetation's mostly tall grasses.

"Yes very often but the nest was made for you." You looked at him with a glare at his statement.

"I'm not gonna keep telling you sheriff you're crazy if you think I'm staying here." He titled his head at you giving you that wide crocodile grin.

"Please little outlaw try to run again I do love chasing you." You scowled at him, he was diffently getting on your nerves.

  "So what are you going to do to me?" You asked your curiosity getting the best of you.

"I'm going to make you my mate. Watch you carry my eggs and keep you full of them so you can never leave myside. You're so wise and capable you're exactly who I've been looking for." He stated with a shrug slipping out of his shirt.

He turned his back as he undid his belt going to slip out of his jeans. You looked at the room entrance and didn't hesitate jumping out of the nest. Dryden groaned in delight he'd been hoping you'd be foolish enough to give him another chase before he breed you. After all once you carried his eggs he couldn't allow you to run.

Quickly turning around he took off after you, chuckling when he noticed you going away from the exit. He smiled deciding he wanted to see how strong of a swimmer you where. He appeared in front of you making you slip and curse. You turned around seeing a door you flung it open and as you stepped inside you fell into what appeared to be a small pond.

"Your nesting room is new. This is my pond though. I miss the water most." He said standing in the doorway watching you calmly.

"I built it myself." He added clearly proud of the pond. If it wasn't for the fact you had just fallen in, you'd notice how beautiful it was.

You were swimming with ease. You learned how to swim in a creek bed when you where 6. Your life had always been hard so alittle water couldn't stop you.

"Well thank you for the fast introduction." You snapped sarcastically. He laughed his reptile eyes almost seeming to have more of a purple color.

"I wanted to see if you could swim. The last thing I'd want is for our offsprings to drown you." He was still giving you that wide smile. You found yourself smiling as well.

"Well you succeeded. I can swim but we won't be having offsprings. The towns people will kill me for my crimes." You where cornered and need to convince Dryeden to let you leave.

"We don't have to worry about that I made it very clear to the mayor that once we are mated you will return everything you took. I also already paid for the  liquor you stole." As he spoke he slid into the water. "It's to dangerous for me to take you in the water so let's go back to your nest and dry off." He was slowly swimming towards you. You knew very well how fast he was on land in this pond. His pond you didn't stand a chance.

But still you'd be dammed if you just gave in to him. You were patiently waiting for Dryeden to swim closer to you. Just as he reached out to pull you into his chest. You divided underneath him making a break for the doorway.

Dryeden groaned feeling his cock pushing on his cloaca begging to be released to breed his mate. Taking off after you he quickly caught up wrapping his arms around your small frame. He easily carried you out of the water pressed tightly to his chest.

"My sweet mate no more chasing." He growled. You currently where clinging to him as he walked.

"I'm not returning my stuff!" You shouted starting to struggle again. He snarled at your words bringing his hand down rough on your ass. You squeaked at the sudden strike going rigid. "Did you just spank me?" You hissed out.

"I did my little outlaw and I plan on making your cute ass red until you agree to return the items you took." He slid into your nesting room and set you down on your feet keeping one clawed hand tight on your arm. "I'm going to let go don't run I'm done chasing you I will take you wherever I catch you next. So if you don't want you clothes ripped to shreds remove them now." You glared at his words and began to undress not wanting to ruin your clothes for when you try to run again.

He gave that crocidle smile that you where starting to fall in love with noticing that the purple in his eyes showed everytime he smiled at you.

"You are absolutely a site to behold my darling Lantana." He moaned out taking in the site of your naked body. He stepped foward dragging his hands along your soft flesh. He groaned as he closed his hand around one of your breast. Using his clawed fingers to roll and pinch at your nipples loving the site of them hardening thanks to him. He drew back his hand landing another solid hit to your ass. This one made you yelp jumping alittle closer him.

He used the opportunity to pull you against his chest. Your hardened nipples rubbing against his scales. You let out a soft moan at the feeling. He slid down to a almost bowing postion resting the underside of his head on the top of yours.

"I'll take care of you. We could protect the town together. You'll never want or need anything again. I'll keep you safe, full, and loved. Please my Lantana say yes. Say you chose me to." He begged running his hand thru your hair and down your back. Applying just enough pressure to have you trembling but not enough to do any harm by his claws.

  Gentle you placed your arms around his side placing a soft kiss to his scaled chest.

"Yes Dryeden I want to be your mate." You whispered against him as you trailed kisses along anywhere you could reach.

"You speak the truth little outlaw?" He whinned his grip tightening.

"You'll return everything you took?" He asked hesitating.

"I speak the truth Dryeden. I'll return everything I took. I like the thought of staying with you no more running and hiding." You where afraid. You'd been an outlaw since a child but the thought of living in comfort and stability with Dryeden made your heart race.

"Ah my sweet Lantana!" He cries in delight. Pulling back he looked down at you. At the soft look on his face you placed a soft kiss on his nose. He whinned in need. Lefting you up with ease he placed you on the nest hovering above you.

  You smiled brightly at him and it was as though his world had caved in. You were his everything. His heart, his soul if you had refused to give up being an outlaw he'd have joined you and you didn't even know it.

"Well Sherrif are you going to mate me or just stare at me." You teased. This time when you looked into his eyes it was a mix between purple and red. As you went to ask him he opened his mouth just enough to stick his tongue down your throat. You whinned as he kissed you deep. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth making you wet. He pulled back a almost soft frown on his face.

"We will have to practice kissing my mate I feel as though I'm just fucking your pretty throat with my tongue." He said a hint of annoyance in his voice as he stared down at your lips. You burst into laughter you'd had never felt such joy before.

"We will have plenty of time to practice everything." You whispered kissing along the scales on his neck. He shuddered at the feeling of you playing with one if the scutes that trailed down his spine.

He pulled back dragging his clawed hands along your body as he reached your stomach you flinched. One of his claws had nicked your stomach. He froze licking the blood off your stomach.

"I'll file my nails down more later for now this will have to do." He said, biting off the nails of his index finger and middle finger. Gently dragging one of his fingers along your clit. You moaned at the feeling. Trailing off into a whine as the finger slid into your eager opening. "I have to stretch you for my cock or you'll never take all of me." He growled adding in the second finger sliding his thumb onto your clit. You moaned at the feeling of his scaled fingers stretching you.

"Oh little outlaw your such a site your pretty pussy clenching around my fingers. Shes soaking me wanting to be stuffed full with my cock." You cried out at his words your back arching as he pushed his fingers in deeper. It felt like he was searching for something within your needy cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and let out a silent sound as he pushed onto your g-spot. He growled in delight focusing on that spot while rubbing his thumb in circles on your clit. He continued to fuck you with his fingers. Rotating between pressing against your g-spot and scissoring you as wide open as he could.

"Your getting close my Lantana I can feel how tight you are getting  around my fingers. Cum for me my precious flower." With a cry you came undone on his fingers back arching as he worked you through your orgasam.

"Dreyden please I need you." You whinned reaching out to your mate. Pouting as Dreyden shook his head at you.

"You have to cum atleast two more times to make sure you dont get hurt taking my cock and eggs." He huffed sliding down to place himself between your legs. You looked at him taking in the look on his face. He was enchanting. The look of pure desire written on his face. He gave you that crocodile smile. Opening his mouth and snapping his teeth at the fingers you'd allowed to pet his nose.

"If your going to make me cum again what are you doing all the way down there?" You asked teasing. Dreyden chuckled at your words. He lowered himself more making sure his hands where tight on your waist. You watched as he opened his mouth wide clamping his teeth against your stomach. The feeling of his breath against your cunt made you whimper. Dreyden dragged his tongue along your ass slowly pushing his tongue inside of your clenching cunt.  He whimpered at the taste of your juices.

Your eyes rolled back as you let out a whine. His tongue was as large as a cock and stretching you wide. You looked back down at him your fingers digging into the nest. Dreyden took in every sound, move, and look that you made. His teeth clamped tight enough to draw blood as he slowly moved his tongue inside of you.

He stroked the inside of your cunt with his thick tongue. You trembled as he started to get more aggressive. Increasing the pace of his tongue as he began to feast.

You tasted better then anything he'd ever tasted he'd decided he could live between your legs if you'd let him. Living only off of the taste of you. 

You couldn't take your eyes off of Dreyden. He was lazily moving his tongue inside of your core. Feasting upon you as though you where the last fruit standing in this awful desert.

You gently places your hand on the tip of his nose moaning softly. You pathetically tried to role your hips to receive more friction, but couldn't move an inch between Dreyden's jaw holding you in place and his hands gripping your thighs.

Dreyden groaned deciding to take mercy upon both of you. He snarled using his strength to fuck your body onto his tongue. He knew he should make you come one more time after this but he couldn't take it anymore he needed to be inside of you.

He listened to your sweet sounds as you came on his tongue flooding his senses with the taste and the scent of your release. You felt tears falling down your face Dreyden had already made you cum twice and you knew he intended to do it again.

"Please Dreyden I want you to breed me now." You sniffled hoping to convince your new mate to have pity on your overstimulated mind.

"Aww my poor Lantana. As you wish I'll fill you up with my eggs now." He smirked down at you moving himself back to give you a view of his cloaca. You licked your lips following him into a sitting postion. As you gently trailed the outer lips of his cloaca, Dreyden growled his pupils dilating like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

"My Lantana lay your hand out flat for me." He moaned. You were quick to do as he asked.

Eyes widening as his huge cock slid past the barrier of his cloaca landing right into your open palm. You took in the site of his cock nothing like a humans. He had to be atleast 15in if not more. His cock was covered in small ridges that almost reminded you of his scutes. And the tip was more open clearly to allow his eggs out.

"So male hybrids can produce eggs and sperm?" You asked curious as you continued to explore his cock with your hands.

"Really little one? You wish to ask questions now?" He asked. Closing his jaw tight with a sharp inhale as swirled your finger around the opening.

"Yes. I want to know." You stated. Dreyden noticed your guard was climbing up as you continued to look at his cock.

"We will take it slow My Lantana. There is no need for you to be afraid." He snarled grabbing your hand.

"Please Dreyden just tell me really quick. I'm a human we aren't normally suppose to carry eggs." You whinned looking him in the eyes his eyes. He sighed.

"If it will bring you comfort I'll explain it. Yes the males of my kind carry both eggs and sperm. The eggs begin to form when we find someone who we select as a perfect mate. My sperm will help adjust your body to aid you in carrying our eggs." He huffed out his half hearted explanation. Once you were carrying his eggs he'd teach you everything you could possibly wish to know.

Dreyden pushed you back down using his strength to flip you onto your stomach. He cupped his hand around your belly partially to keep you stable but mostly because he wanted to feel you swelling with his eggs.

You whinned as Dreydens cock dragged along your folds seeking out the entrance to your wipping cunt. He pulled back taking his cock into his free hand he slowly slid the tip into you.

He growled as he took his time slowly pushing inch by inch into your clenching cunt. As he hit half way in, he dropped himself down using one hand to keep his weight off you. All while incasing your body with his own. Keeping his other hand cupped tight against your stomach his claws digging in just enough to bring you a light pain amongst all the pleasure.

"Your so tight around me my Lantana. I can feel ever ripple of your sweet little pussy as she begs for me to stuff her full." He moaned out pushing himself in deeper. You where a whimpering mess beneath him letting out moans everytime he pushed himself in more. As he found that he couldn't go any deeper he let out a annoyed rumble.

Pulling himself out he flipped you onto your back smiling at the site of you. Your hair was a mess and your pupils had expanded. Soft sounds left your lips as you reached out to him.

"Bite into my scales." He ordered. He dragged the side of his mouth along your head. Letting some of his canines scratch along the top of your ear. You moaned biting down lightly onto his chest. "Oh sweet heart your going to bite harder then that."

He pushed the tip of his cock in. You let out a cry biting down onto hard onto his chest. He thrusted all the way into your cunt. You could truly feel him now he was pressed right into your cervix the ridges on his cock gently rubbing against your g spot. Dreyden started with slow shallow thurst allowing you to stretch around him. Your fingers dug into his back while your teeth tried to pierce his scales.

You felt tears falling down your face in full force as Dreyden began to move faster. His rough pace rubbing your chest along his own. He pounded into your poor cunt finally pulling back to hear your sweet cries.

"Your crying my Lovely Mate. Yet I won't stop. The site of your pretty little pussy clenching around my cock is all I'll ever think about again." He snarled watching the way your stomach bulged with every thrust.

"Your so good taking my cock so well. I can't wait for you to cum all over my cock and swallow my eggs into your womb." He growled dragging your leg up against his side pushing himself in deeper. You let out only what could be described as a high pitch whine. As you began to coat his cock with your cum. Dreyden let out a growl.

"That's it. My Lantana your cumming so hard for me." He moaned continuing with his brutal pace.

"Dreyden! Please I need just a second." You sobbed trying to wiggle away from him. You where to sensitive and Dreyden wasn't letting up.

"It's to much for you is it? My poor girl, I won't be stopping tell your womb is heavy with my eggs." He growled pulling you up to push deeper and rub your clit against the softer scales on his abdomen.

"Ah I could keep you cumming on my cock." He moaned rocking his hips slowly giving you a moment to catch your breath. You let out soft moans as he slowly rocked his hips keeping his eyes on you.

"That's it beautiful relax on my cock I can't have you so upset and tense when I fill you up." He cooed at you wiping the tears from your cheeks with his large hand. You nuzzled his palm sniffling from the tears you had shed. Dreyden let a couple minutes pass tell the ripples of your climax dulled down to soft clenches. Softly biting your lip you looked at your mate.

"Oo..okay.. Dreyden. . I think I'm ready. I want your eggs." You whimpered out nibbling on your lip. He nodded starting back up with some soft shallow thrust. Building up into a rougher pace.

He began to brutally pound against your cervix listening only to your sweet cries as his eggs began to push against his cloaca. It was time for him to fill you up.

He pulled back almost slipping out ,before thrusting back down roughly. This allowed the head of his cock to slip into your cervix giving his eggs access to your womb.

You tensed up almost trying to pull away as unfamiliar pressure began at the entrance of your cunt. You closed your eyes grinding your teeth. You felt the first egg work it's way up to your cervix before it pushed it's way inside settling against the wall of your womb. You moaned softly trembling trying to pull away as the next egg began to make it's way.

"Don't fight it Lantana, you doing such a good job for me. Already holding one of our eggs you can take the rest." He whispered trying his best to keep you at easy. He reached down using one clawed thumb to play with your clit as the second egg entered your womb. You moaned once again feeling tears fall down your face.

How could something feel so incredible yet uncomfortable at the same time. Dreyden rocked his hips watching your tight cunt swallow his eggs as they pushed there way inside. He swallowed,  your belly was beginning to swell as the third egg had made its way inside.

"Dreyden... how many eggs are there?" You whimpered eyes sliding closed as the eggs continued to make there way inside.

"My eggs have been forming since we meet at the saloon my little outlaw. I'm guessing atleast six." He grunted out thrusting a little deeper to adjust the eggs already resting inside of you. You whinned out at his actions cracking your eyes open enough to glare at him.

"We are only at three right now My Lantana. You can only take one egg at a time." You looked at him feeling a little annoyed at his words.

"All I can feel is you and the eggs." You whimpered rocking your own hips. Feeling the fourth and fifth egg push there way in.

He groaned the sixth was the biggest he could fell his own cloaca struggling with the size.

"My little Lantana this last egg is big. You have to stay calm. Once its inside ill make you cum again. " He whispered nuzzling against your chest. At the pressure forming inside your cunt you knew his words to be true. The other eggs had been uncomfortable but this egg was thick spreading you open even wider on Dreydens cock.

"Dreyden. I can't." You sobbed out trying to wiggle away from him and the egg.

"You have to be a good girl and take it." He snarled grabbing your hips and thrusting himself foward. You whinned shaking your head as the pressure intensified.

You wanted to do nothing more then to make Dreyden proud of you for being able to carry all his eggs. Plus the thought of one of your eggs not making it because of you broke your heart. So half heartdly you rolled your hips back taking the egg and Dreydens cock deeper.

"There we go. Look at that so spread open for me so willing to push yourself to take all my eggs." He cooed spreading your lips open to get a better view of his cock being swallowed up by your cunt. As the final egg pushed into your womb you let out a broken sob sinking your teeth into your own hand. Dreyden reached out wipping away at your tears.

"Shhh, your okay it's all the way in now sweet." He cooed licking at your knuckles.  As you settled your head onto his chest breathing slowing he chuckled.

"We aren't done yet My Lantana your gonna cum one more time so I can fertilize our eggs." He purred rocking his hips.

He settled into a steady pace allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. Slowly thrusting into you. You where already worn out and he wanted to let you rest. Appling more pressure to your clit and giving a couple more thrust he smiled as you came.

He growled as he pulled back to take in the site of his beautiful mate. Your stomach bloated with his eggs your face covered in tears. Dreyden came at the site coating your womb and his eggs with seed. He moaned giving shallow thurst to keep the cum pushed into your cunt.

Dreyden finally pulled out after a couple minutes. Slowly watching as thick glops of his cum slid out of your cunt. He slowly pushed the cum back  feeling inside your cunt to make sure the eggs where being held safely.

"You did such a good job!My beautiful Lantana all six of our eggs are safely in your womb." He said rubbing his face against your swollen belly. You slowly touched your own stomach feeling the eggs.

"Six babies?" You whispered in awe.

"Yes six! Ill keep you full of my cum for the next 90 days then we will lay the eggs so they can hatch on there own." He stated his eyes shinning with excitment. He had found his perfect mate. You would now be his forever nothing would take you from him.

[tortureddarkstar]

✩ A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS

YOU SAID YOU LIKE MY STOCKINGS BETTER ON THE FLOOR / / BOY I’VE BEEN A BAD GIRL GUESS I’M GETTING COAL

BEAU ARLEN X FEM!READER

EXPLICIT CONTENT. MINORS DNI.

✩ BACK TO… NOURA’S CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

summary: sometimes beau forgets to pay attention to you, but that’s fine- he just needs a little nudge.

warnings: suggestive, stripping and making out

inspidered by: a nonsense christmas- sabrina carpenter

clothes were strewn all over beau’s cozily decorated living room, in a desperate-sex kind of way, initiated by a beau’s-been-on-the-phone-for-far-too-long-and-you-got-frustrated kind of way.

sure he was a sherrif and he had responsibilities to his job and his town, which you respected. but he also had responsibilities to you, more so your needs.

that’s why, when beau was around seven minutes into his phone call with poppernak, you’d decided to begin unwrapping his christmas gift early.

you thought it’d be cute to surprise him, he’d been working so hard recently and his girlfriend dressed up in a morally dubious mrs. claus costume should have been the remedy. it should have sent him into a frenzy, helping not only himself but the ache you’d felt for the past week, yet the engrossment in pop’s ramblings rather than you told you more than you needed to know.

you stood up from your place next to him on the sofa and started with the velvety red santa hat, deciding to throw it at him, grabbing his attention.

as beau moved the red obstruction from his sight, you’d moved to stand a few feet in front of him and began sliding each strap of the teeny-tiny red dress off your shoulders, fully committing to the show when you began pushing your breasts together as you let the straps hang.

now his attention had returned to you.

beau, who was becoming increasingly hard and just as frustrated as you had been when he came home, began to lose focus on whatever pop had begun talking about and he adjusted the flimsy red hat over his crotch, a poor attempt at ignoring his need but he couldn’t find it in him to stop looking at you.

holding his eye contact, you reached to your side and unzipped the red fabric, shucking it off and letting it fall and pool in a ring of red and white around you on the floor, revealing a matching lace bra that sent beau’s façade finally crumbling.

he was quick to stutter out a half-assed goodbye to pop before throwing his phone somewhere and walking over to you. he was even quicker to latch his hands around your waist, mrs. claus’s hat in his hand.

“couldn’t wait, could’ya?” beau murmured, beginning to pepper kisses around your neck and just under your ear. “naughty girl.”

“you gonna give me coal, put me on your naughty list?” you quipped out, leaning your head back, granting beau access to litter a pathway of kisses down your chest while granting yourself access to take the hat off of his hands and place it on his head.

“‘m gonna give you more than coal.” beau said, pecking you on the lips murmuring what sounded like a ‘damn vixen.’ before lifting you over his shoulder and carrying you to your shared bedroom, leaving the mess downstairs as a pleasant reminder to never leave any gift unwrapped.

a/n: first installation of my christmas special!!! divider creds🤍🤍: @estrelinha-s -love, n.

[neurotypical-sonic]

so like I want to write a series of small fics that are about sonic wachowski and tom (and the rest of the fam) but specifically about how tom is a cop, specifically a small rural town cop, and how that affects all of them. like ive rambled on so many times

but. I am not american, i have never been to america, and i dont know the small details about how cops function and work there. I know a lot about how specifically small town cops work in my own country (dont know as much about city cops but that's whatever)

my question is. should I put in some work and research the smaller details about cops in america or just work with the knowledge i have. Like. I will admit that these fics will be a lot of projection, based on me growing up in a small rural town with a cop for a dad who was considered one of the town leaders/one of the most well known people in the town (this isnt me bragging btw it was hell). and how it inherently sucked

Im gonna ramble about the smaller details im talking about under the cut, about the things i wamt to explore in the fics

first off in my country we dont have sherrifs or whatever. cops do have ranks, but to rise through them, they have to study and take exams and such to pass. and, there is limitted availability. to "upgrade", a position has to be free to do so

in the same vein, a cop cant just move to a new town and become a cop there. There has to be a position open in that town, they have to apply for it, have the right credentials and be accepted. theres a newsletter or something that shows all the open positions

in the case of smaller towns, the cop wasnt responsible for just the town, but rather an area. i think they mught be called county's in america? idk. here they're called shires or councils. but for example, when my dad was working, his area of work wasnt limited to just Nametown, but also like 5 other smaller towns that were close by, and everything inbetween. a lot of the time it was like 45 minutes in either direction of the town. And there would be times, due to limited availability of other cops, he'd have to cover other areas he normally wouldnt, or be called in to help with something specific

uhhh that's like. The most important stuff i guess. Bunch of other smaller details i dont think would matter lol. do you think i can get away with making tom work like an Australian cop

[s0lar-ch3ri]

sherrifs and soda cans. (a deacon and soda fic)

spoilers for around ep i think 7 of the suckening and also warnings for ooc bs, welcome to my draft posting moments baby

this got ao3ed too btw

Leave it up to Theo to get stuck in a jail cell again. Spray painting shouldn’t be that bad a crime, right? Maybe he knew this. Maybe he didn’t care. Just his luck too, the one on duty is the Sheriff Deacon Keller! He watched the cells, Theo sitting in his. He was a lot more cooperative, yet more impatient seeming as he sat tapping his foot. The sheriff finally conceded to his confusion.

“Aight kid, what got you puttin' yourself in here?”

“What do you mean man?”

“Playing dumb won’t get you anywhere boy. You’re acting all twitchy, makes me think you got something up your sleeve.”

“I got nothing. Someone just had to come and arrest me for my fun, and it of course had to be you…Is it just me in here tonight? Nobody else really?”

Deacon raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t be. Spill the beans Theodor, what’s going on boy?”

“Tsh, nothing.” A moment of silence passed through. “So like, nobody.”

“Theo.”

“Fine! I don’t know where Emizel is.”

“So how does getting arrested play into this?”

“I hoped he maybe got put in here. Or you knew, and I just took a chance and hoped you were on duty, something like that. I just- I dunno, it’s been like, 2 weeks! He’s off the grid and I just…” It was in that moment Theo realized who he was rambling to. Any amount of pride or confidence he had was now down the drain.

Deacon was silent for a moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke up. “I’ve seen him as much as you have and know the same. There are other ways of contacting me you know.”

“I’d rather be shot in the head then take the embarrassment, thanks.”

“So being put behind bars for the night isn’t the slightest bit humiliating?” Deacon teased.

“Fuck off man.” Theo gritted back.

“What I do know though, if it makes you feel any better, is he’ll be fine. He’s a resilient kid, Emizel, vampire or non-vampire.”

“I know that. He’s the strongest and smartest dude I know. I’m just…fuck, I’m worried. I’m not really scared if he’s dead, he can handle that, I’m worried he’s hurt.”

Deacon sighs. “He’s fine, I’m certain.”

“Like I’ve trusted government words before.”

“I’m not- I won’t even start.”

“...Could- No, fuck, that’s stupid Theo.” He hit himself in the face.

“Speak your mind son, we’re gonna be here for a couple more hours.”

“...That’s the issue. I-” Theo sighed, thinking carefully on his next words. “If Emizel’s not here I don’t wanna waste time fucking sitting in a cell doing nothing. I’m not normally a beggar but-”

“You wanna get out earlier to look for him.”

“It’d be only this once man, come on! We go back a bit! Kinda!”

Deacon took a close look at Theo, reading him. There was a crazed desperation behind his eyes, ridden with tiredness and anxiety. Somehow, he was even more worried than he was letting on. Theo really was, his best friend (and boyfriend but we don’t need to jump into that) was missing without a trace, and he was powerless to do anything. He couldn’t know what was going on because he wasn’t a vampire and was running with only the knowledge Emizel had gave him. Maybe Emizel could handle a hit, but Theo (if he’d ever say it aloud) couldn’t handle Emizel taking a blow.

“...Don’t make me regret this son.”

“Wait, really?” He didn’t believe that’d work. Theo had to fight himself just to keep his dignity (or the little speck that wasn’t long gone yet)  and not over thank Deacon. Deacon kept an eye on Theo as he walked out the cell, making sure he didn’t try anything. Before he left the station, Theo looked back over at Deacon.

“...Thanks old man. It, uh, means a lot.”

“Don’t cause more trouble tonight now son.”

“I’ll try.”

Theo wasn’t just talking about trouble causing. Trying to find Emizel still. Not worrying about Emizel. He’d be fine. He has to be. Theo keeps talking about more than himself. His thoughts were scatterbrained as Deacon watched him walk back from whence he came. In a silent voice, Deacon found himself saying…

“Good luck son.”

[delopsia]

Hello and welcome to "Del wants to ramble about the Outer Range season 2 trailer." I hope you're ready for a whole lot of nothing...

The CGI continues to remind us that it is, in fact, CGI. What the hell is this?

Flash scene of Wayne burning his damn house down. I'd know that bald spot anywhere.

Y'all already heard me ramble about this, but there's something wrong with this dinner scene. Aside from us knowing that the family is not together, there's one major oddity in the background.

Rhett's truck is an entirely different color.

That's his lightbar with the iconic four lights. Still a single-cab GMC Sierra. But Rhett's truck is blue. Not tan.

Wilder, we see Rhett's truck a few scenes later! You can even see how the hood is bent from hitting the billboard.

We finally confirm that Amy is 8. Even though the writer said she was 9...😑Brian Watkins, I had faith in you being correct. If you squint, you'll notice that Rhett's right hand is wounded. I doubt this stems from the rodeo because he always uses his left hand to hang on to the bull. The only injury we saw was to his left shoulder.

I'm taking the guess that up until now, Rhett likely didn't know that Amy went missing during the rodeo. Which may cause him to realize that Cecelia never abandoned him; she was just looking for Amy.

In the official Season 2 press notes, the following is mentioned: "After Amy's disappearance, Rhett is torn between his dreams of starting over somewhere new with Maria and being a dutiful son to Royal and Cecelia." So, I can assume that this might be what sets that into motion?

Offhanded, but this is SUCH a good look on her

MY TOUCH THEORY IS DOING THINGS. Look at Autumn's hand. Royal's touching the back of it, and as soon as he pulls away, the cute cosmic lights stop.

I'm so happy to see this random side character make a return. I was so nervous that she was one of those characters that appear for two minutes and that's it.

...this is a wild way for Joy to get in touch with her roots. But unfortunately for her, talking about it will more than likely get her a one-way trip to a psychiatrist.

Clyde is alive and well; bless him.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again. How the hell did Billy survive being shot through the neck??

and also

WAYNE? All it took was Billy feeding him a little bit of time powder and he's back to his old menacing ways. Meanwhile Luke looks like he lost part of his soul when that herd of buffalo ran him over.

Luke, what does this gesture mean. Strangle? Punch? My jaw hurts? And I assume this is Autumn we're seeing on the corner? Patricia maybe? I dunno.

Edit: I'm 99% sure that's Patricia.

PERRY YOU DAMN IDIOT. HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING FROM YOUR LAST BAR FIGHT?? I don't know who this other dude is but I hope he gets Perry square in the mouth <3 please I need to see Perry get his ass handed to him

This gives me so many thoughts. Rhett's shorter hair. He's a hand holder, your honor! Sentence him to a lifetime of snuggles and interlaced fingers!

So we know that for sure, Joy will somehow return to the present timeline. I don't know who could be driving this vehicle, but it looks a lot like the one that was sitting in the Tillerson's driveway in S1. We know Billy drives the older red vehicle, so this can either belong to Luke or Trevor.

Hear me out, hear me out. We can assume that the blonde woman is Autumn, considering the whole...cult thing. We've seen a handful of scenes of her with Luke in this trailer, so what if that's him holding her hand? That hat silhouette looks an awful lot like the one we saw in S1.

Alternatively, It can also be Rebecca and Perry, but I have no evidence to back this other than the blonde hair.

*in my best patrick star voice* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?

I cannot be convinced that this is a real scene. It's gotta be some kind of dream that Royal is having, especially when you take note of the little white things floating around. It gives a sort of dreamy effect.

THIS IS SHERRIF JOY! Not only is the outfit the same in the following scene (not the one of her running lmao, that's just to show you what the gun looks like), but you can see the gun on her hip.

The hand on Rhett's throat is smaller than his is. Look how thick his fingers are compared to the mystery ones. I'm betting my left foot that this is a female character doing this to him. Autumn and Rebecca are on my list of suspects.

But also, what the hell is he looking at? Never once is he looking at the person doing this to him; he's looking at something behind the camera. Baby, what did they do to you this season?? 😭

I hit my picture limit, but Wayne (I think) diving into the hole made me giggle. He picked such an iconic pose.

Someone says quote "Time reveals all." But I don't think we've heard this voice before?? Who the hell is speaking?

This final shot is insane. Don't know who is coming out, presumably Perry or Wayne, but you could ABSOLUTELY spin Outer Range as a horror if you really wanted to. The elements are all there; they just need a little reworking!

[kawakalalala]

I hope you're feeling better from your injury 💜

Here's some silly writing ideas (no pressure!!):

Western AU- Outlaw Abby kidnaps Reader who is the sheriff's daughter for ransom. Over the time she's with her, Abby starts to develop feelings for her and it gets spicy from there

Medieval AU- Knight Abby and Knight Reader are in the same guard but are rivals, constantly trying to outdo the other. One day, the tension bubbles over.

Or just maybe how Abby would react to her partner getting hurt during a patrol

Alright enough rambling, thanks for reading!! Hope doesn't bother you!!

hi!!!! PUH-LEASE don’t apologize for rambling. i fuckin love rambling! and thank u! unfortunately i tried to go back to work like the little overachiever i am and made myself worse..☺️

n e wayz!

holy shit the western au has my little horse girl brain in a chokehold. outlaw abby w a little quarter horse mare :((((

on the topic of horsey abby…

rodeo!abby !?!?!? barrel races and drives a truck, competes every weekend and literally babies her horses w a million different toys and rugs and treats… spends all day at the barn w you if u also ride 🤧🤧🤧

horse show gf!abs (for my own sake i think im gonna make a whole post on this) UUUFHFHFHFHHF OH MY GOD i wish there were more gay horse girls to explain how hot this is. she helps u drive down to the venue and waits w u between classes and lugs all your stuff back and forth from the trailer :((((

i did rodeo as a kid but now i do a discipline called the hunter jumpers, which is like the bougiest version of equestrianism HEHAHSHA but ok enough

OBSESSED W SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!R AND OUTLAW!ABBY BUT WHAT ABOUT SHERRIF’S DAUGHTER!ABS AND OUTLAW!READER!!!

cause imagine being in the town jail and eyeing her and trying to flirt your way into getting her keys but getting hooked on her 🫣🫣🫣

HOLT SHIT KNIGHT RIVALRY 🤤

ANY RIVALRY IS MT FUCKING WEAKNESSSS LIKE YES BATTLE FOR DOMINANCE PLEASE

this is a mess sorry im fangirling over things in my own head

[spinningbagel]

This is a copy and paste from my yap session in the MB discord but yk, something something content something something feeding the fandom

So, the Homeless au is on the mind and I was thinking about how at some point Lá Resistance find him and essentially take him back in and he like...doesn't want to? They kinda drag him back to the base despite him not wanting to and it's less out of the kindness of their hearts and more wanting to watch him, study him even because at this point it's been so long that he should be so much further along in his mutation or hell, even completely mutated but he's *not* he's feral, barely able to speak English at this point because it's been *so long* he hasn't had a need to speak the entire time he's been alone and coupled with the mutation he's just forgotten a lot of it. He can't communicate outside of broken words and noises. He's spent more time with mutants than humans as of late.

Also, I don't think they'd do anything to prevent his mutation, likely deeming him too far gone to do anything about it, they'd just wait for the inevitable and lock him up with the rest of the colossuses when he did fully turn. They don't treat him as a person, he's just a mutant with a little more freedom than the others. Sure he can roam around the base but he's watched constantly when outside anywhere but his given room and the bathroom, they don't trust him to be on his own, especially around the weapons or even the other colossuses. He has free roam but that doesn't mean they trust him, especially in the state he's in at this point in time. To them, he's dangerous, unstable, something that needs to be monitored almost 24/7.

And again, Sheriff doesn't *want* to be here, he's not here at his own choice, he wasn't given a say. He was just whisked away back to the base. He doesn't want to be here, he'd gotten so used to the space and the solitude the city offered outside of the mutants inhabiting it that now he's back at the base, surrounded by people constantly it's overwhelming, there are very few moments when he's completely on his own now, he's not used to people anymore and at this point he'd prefer to go back to being alone, if it meant that he wasn't being watched and studied constantly. The other colossuses are here though, so that's one thing. They've been through what he's going through, they're *like him* even if their memories of their lives before the apocalypse is foggy and they have no recollection of their personal experiences with their mutation, it's comforting to at least know they're there and have gone through the same thing. (Dr. White is there too but he scares him (the Dr. has done nothing but treat him kindly but his mutant brain™️ doesn't trust him at all)). But he's not even allowed to talk to them! Something stupid about exchanging information, he's in no state to be playing messenger but the thought alone is enough for everyone to make sure he didn't get the chance to talk to them at all.

He avoids them, as much as he can do which, means he spends a lot of time in his room, they'd cleared it of everything in it that made it *his* so it was bland and admittedly a really sad sight to behold but it's better than being watched like he isn't even human (is he human at this point?). He prefers it this way, even if he can't roam freely it's better than being monitored, *studied* by Lá Resistance. He misses that, being able to just roam outside freely, not having to worry about people or saving the world or debt of any kind. It's odd, he thought he'd like this better, he spent so long being upset that his friends abandoned him, spent so many nights wishing they'd take him back but now, now that he's been alone for so long where his only source of company is a bunch of mutants that essentially adopted him he just...wants to leave, he missed it, the freedom from people and the company of the mutants. When they assumed you to be one of their own, they were quite nice. He misses them, weirdly enough, he'd consider them family. (He absolutely didn't almost pass away the day they approached him)

Yuh

Some art for your troubles

[sharpth1ng]

Hi!

So I rewatched scream recently after having read debaser four times (since November last year no I am not okay) and idk if you've already been asked this but: if you could write scream without making changes to the pov and stuff like that what would you change (if anything at all)?

Because when I was watching it I realised that I like the plot of debaser better (not necessarily because of the romance, but just on the murders and everything) and idk if that's just because you're an amazing writer (which you are BTW your writing is literally perfect I don't even know how you do it) or if it's because of how you made small details of the story make more sense or even because the killer pov works better? Idk

So yeah I'm really curious on how you would do it both on a story and on a cinematography level!!!

(also sorry if that did not make any sense I'm mostly rambling 'cause I have a lot of thoughts)

Hey, first off thank you that's so, so sweet! Second, this is a really interesting question.

Honestly theres not a whole lot I would change about scream, a lot of it is little stuff that wouldn't necessarily be a big difference in the final product. I wouldn't change much about the cinematography really, so many of the shots in this movie are made in homage to other horror movies and I love those. They feel like easter eggs.

Some examples:

Gale nearly hitting a blood-drenched sid and swerving around her matches the scene in Carrie (1976) where she almost gets hit by a car and they swerve (a bunch of the shots in these scenes are pretty matched to each other)

Caseys hanging and Pat's hanging in Suspiria (1977)

Casey's phone call and like, all of When a Stranger Calls (1979)

Billy sneaking in Sid's window and Glen sneaking in Nancy's window in A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984) - especially because Skeet was partly cast for his resemblance to Glen

This isn't even a fraction of the shot references in the movie, let alone references in dialogue, cameos from other horror movies (Linda Blair has a cameo as a reporter and Sherrif Burke is also Sargent Parker in Nightmare on Elm Street), or just movies and pop-culture references seen in the background. Like it would take me forever to list them all. I honestly can't express how satisfying and dense Scream (1996) is as a fan of horror. It goes so much further than the movies actually explicitly mentioned.

ANYWAYS. All that was just to say I wouldn't change a lot about the cinematography.

A lot of what I would change has to do with tightened plot elements. One of the things that does frustrate me about the movie is how vague Billy and Stu's alibi's are after Casey's death. I don't need them to be perfect, but we know the cops talked to them the next day at school, and later when Billy is at the police station they seem surprised to find out he left his house that night. The fact that he either lied about that or left it out would have been a major red flag for the cops, and it just seems like something you would want to consider if you're planning to get yourself arrested and betting on being released. Basically I think that should have been something he revealed when questioned by the cops at school.

A number of other details I would change mostly have to do with off-screen events, but they would alter minor stuff on screen in a way that I think would make the plot more satisfying as it unfolds. Basically I just wish Kevin Williamson had decided who did which kill. It's obvious that he decided that it didn't need explaining since it was off screen and the protagonist wouldn't have access to that information. I don't even need it to be shot that differently, I don't need Skeet or Matt in the costume instead of a stunt man to give us a sense of who is who, I just want it to be physically possible for them to get around in a way that makes sense. It should be something that can be reasoned out in a consistent way if you pay enough attention.

This is particularly a problem for me with Himbry's death and hanging, and with the chase sequence at the house. Like Ghostface kills Kenny, watches Sid run away... doesn't chase her? Like he would be behind yeah, but also she's the main target and she seems to be running down the driveway. Instead he hides Kenny's body and goes back into the house? Why? Where did Randy go and why didn't he leave through the front door? Was Ghostface just waiting inside the house for Dewey instead of going and trying to find Randy or Sid? All of this feels a little sloppy to me since we know the phones in the house work. Any of those people could be calling 911.

Another moment like this is the one where Sid gets attacked in the washroom. A lot of people take that to be Billy given the fight they've just had in the hallway, but the timing of the scene seems to follow directly after that fight. Sid walks away from him, so if she's walking directly to the washroom he's behind her, how is he going to get into the washroom and hide in on of those stalls without her noticing if he has to come in after her? This also just seems unnecessarily risky for him, given how cautious he is otherwise.

I prefer the idea that this attack isn't actually a real ghostface, it's one of the ghostface copycats we see running around (one of the two dudes we see Himbry disciplining). In the original script the scene in the washroom comes directly after Billy and Sid's fight in the hallway, with the scene of Himbry yelling at the two fake ghostfaces following after the washroom instead of the hallway fight. To me this suggests that at least in the original script, these two likely got caught harassing Sid in the washroom and thats what Himbry is disciplining them for. I really don't know why the order of those shots was changed for the movie.

(side note could these dudes be more intentionally Billy and Stu coded? Lmao like my man on the left is literally wearing Billy's same plaid shirt)

Also as a side note- some people use the matching shoes as evidence that it was Billy in the washroom, but the movie deliberately shows us that several people have those shoes, one of the others being Sheriff Burke. These shoes are actually a red herring, so we can't use them as evidence.

So yeah basically some of what I would change is the order of certain scenes. I also wouldn't mind a better indication of the timing of things, some clocks in the background of certain shots would go a long way for me. I also would have liked for the movie to do a better job laying out the geography of Stu's house, so that we know where everything is in relation to everything else before the chase. I just think that works better for a movie like this with multiple moving parts.

Oooh another big one for me is the call that Randy gets to let him know Himbry has been killed. Who does he think is calling him like that? Why are they calling the house? It obviously has to be Stu, Billy has his hands full ( 💀 ) and it would be too much of a risk to bet that people in the house would find out in time to clear out when they need them too. Basically I just think the writing of that moment could be improved, but I also think it's likely written way it is because Himbry's death scene was a later addition pushed for by executives who thought the movie needed a higher body count.

Final thing I can think of (and its pedantic as hell) is that some of Randy's movie references don't make sense. Calling Billy Leather face? Bringing up Prom Night to argue that the killer isn't Sid's dad (when the killer in prom night is a relative of the original victim)? It would be fine if the movie was pointing out Randy as being a little full of shit but the franchise positions him as the Movie Guy who knows all the Movie Stuff, so they should at least make his references work better.

Lmao ok, thats probably enough, i've written an essay. Possible there's more I would switch up but thats the stuff that comes to mind right now!

[azures-grace]

i give you two options

a. the entire list of questions

or

b. 2, 5, 14, 20

Challenge MCFUCKING accepted

Questions at the end

1. 4 published, but technically I worked on The Shadow of the Wicked but didn't publish anything for it.

2. One shots!

3. Fallout lmaoo

4. 2, Skyrim and Fallout, 3 if you wanna get technical and say My Father's Name is FNV and Too Much has Fallen in Mine is Fo3

5. Butchicity.... Goober n Gore......

6. Butch DeLoria and Moira Brown

7. Yeah! Started writing for Fallout, and the new ships would be Moira and Lissy and Butch and Lissy but that technically hasn't actually come up in any writing yet. There's stuff I've been writing for it tho.... But for later.....

8. TMHFIM, it was really special to me because it was like... The first thing I was able to write after being really depressed for a long ass time. God bless antidepressants.

9. Ooh... Hard question. I was really happy to work on all of them, but I think Let me hold you until I soften your hands made me the happiest because it's just. Pure fluff.

10. One of the oneshots, I'm a whore for unfinished long fics nshdjejdbd

11. Uncanny Blood, mostly because I wanted to work on later parts a lot and had to figure out travel times and then had to write a whole extra chapter even though technically I had 2 chapters after it written, so currently the fic is at a standstill because I have to write chapter 3, even though I have 4 and 5 ready to go 😔😔😔

12. None of them lmaoo. My Father's Name, probably. I know the beginning of New Vegas pretty well.

13. Shortest: My Father's Name, Longest: TMHFIM

14. Depends on when in the year I was? I've got a couple character playlists n stuff sorry for the terrible answer lmao djsjjzbd

15. TMHFIM, I was stuck between several titles, but I'm using at least one of them for a later chapter, so all is well.

16. Let me hold you until I soften your hands. Makes me emotional

17. "Evenings by the fire were always their favorite part of the evening." Or "Her father had been… distant lately." I feel like both of those set up the tone of the story pretty well. And I giggle at the sentence mistake in the first

18. Well. I've only got two of those. But it's " “I think I'd like that, blood.” " which makes more sense in context. I'm gonna go cry about it now.

19. Eheheheh my favorite part. I have 2

“Hey,” Amkar said lightly. “Even if there's no real information here, at least it's very pretty to look at. Those Nords sure were on to something…”

“Weird to hear that from a Thalmor soldier,” she pointed out, pulling out her journal and beginning to sketch the crarvings.

“Just because I'm a racist doesn't mean I can't enjoy art,” he said.

She took a long pause trying to figure out if he was being serious or not. “Are you joking?”

And

“Hey!” a voice shouted from above.

She looked up, shading her eyes with her good arm. “Hi?”

“Are you a raider?” the voice called down.

“What's a raider?” Felicity asked, flabbergasted.

“Sherrif! You should get over here, there's some weird girl covered in blood at the gate!”

20.

“Oh? Family? You're not some deranged lunatic who spawned into Tamriel with a poor haircut and a strangely lovely taste in music?” Caryalind had pushed himself up onto his elbows to look at her.

21. I don't think so...? I think what surprised me most is how terribly Bethesda's characters in Skyrim are developed, I guess? At least for the minor ones and the general factions. Too many bandits. So I gave them personalities.

22. Google docs 😔

23. Felicity punching Moriarty, no question about it.

24. Nope

25. I didn't, I guess? Just... Fell into a writer's block and then came back months later.

26. Looooots of fanart, my azure arted tag has almost all of it.

27. None in the fanfic world, but I had 2 art trades this year and that was fun! I'd love to do more in the future.

28. My friends who listened to me ramble about my characters :]]

29. Finish up Chapter 6 of TMHFIM!

30. Oughg more TMHFIM and maybe a New Vegas fic or prequel that covers Celeste? Those would be fun...

[madness-combat-confessions]

Incoherent rambling alert!

Man the world would be so much better if like more artist drew Sanford as like.. a bear(in a gay slang terminology) cuz like i have a complicated history with his character , bcuz he is somewhat overlooked , especially in MPN cuz he has way less dialog than like deimos or doc , man i think sherrif has simmilar amount of dialouge and he appears like... 3 times? Thats sucks a bit cuz he is my fav guy but thats not the main point of the rant .

Here's the thing , when i first joined the fandom i kinda had no problems with that , like "yeahh manboobs , cool." But like it kinda became old rlly soon , if you go on twitter and like scroll the main tag for some time you'll find out that basically theres like little to no difference between artist's headcanons on the main cast , like its all just twinkish/insanely buff  ( exept for like 2 оr 3 artists who actually draw em fat <3 ). And after playing MPN i kinda was confused cuz it kinda appeared to me that there were a lot of hints that (for fuck's sake they live in a desert filled with cannibals , zombies , abominations and other freaks , does it realy seems like they've got the time to calculate the amount of water they should drink in order to burn the neccesary fat layer to get abs?)(( But in order not to sound like a  hypocrite i also consider that starved/unhealthily thin portrelays would be valid in their setting and i kinda think that's how they look in krinkel's pieces lol ,no offens tho!!! I love mr.K's art! ))

For example thanks to johnny utah's Voice it's kinda clear that Sanford is not that young n stuff and dunno seeing him being charecterised as a himbo for the 100th time got me bangig my head against all solid surfaces.

And like thers this unspoken thing , like usually if you headcanon anyone in the main cast as slightly uglier/older/fatter (not in a mean way ofc!)than accepted in the fandom you'll immeadietly get a side-eye , or accusations like "oh thats totally a fetish thing lol" and like... is it? Like when everyone going nuts over oiled up bodybuilder suddenly im the freak if i think that having a naturall layer of fat over muscle is better...

Anyway rant is over , in conclusion i'd like to say that like dont be afraid to experiment with stuff yknow ,the world is filled to the brim with different races , bodytypes , personalities. Like headcanon wars should die off honestly

So anyways yeah , basically i fw fat , old & ugly bitches

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