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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 5 months

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05/03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutt; Nathan Foad; Erroll Shand; AdoptOurCrew Convention Guide; Our Flag Makes A Difference; Fan Spotlight; MerMay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

Samba did some great impressions of Rhys in his video below, but as much as we love those impressions sometimes there's no replacement for the real thing! So here's some Darby for you today!

Img Src: Samba's Instagram

But wait-- there's more! New Cryptid Factor Episode! Check it out here on Spotify.

= Taika Waititi =

A quick additional photo from the shoot Taika did not too long ago! Photography by @atibaphoto Creative direction by @justinoshea

Img Src: christinecentenara Instagram

In addition, Rita uploaded some quick photos of Taika today from the other TYPEBEA launch at a Sephora in NYC-- they were quickly deleted, so maybe they'll show up later again on her instagram. Thanks to @taikaarchives for catching them!

Img Src: The Taika Archives on Twitter

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's still raising money for @everymomcounts! You can still get access to his Crew For Life Shirt, as well as his Mother's Day Weekend baking class where he'll be making Rhys' favorite: Rosy Maple Moth Pie! Wanna get it on it? Head on over to: Stands for the shirt/cooking class, or just the cooking class here.

== Erroll Shand ==

Just a quick snapshot with Erroll and his pups <3 Always good to see him pop up on our feeds.

= Nathan Foad =

Nathan's always gotta look cute for the camera doesn't he?

Img Src: Nathan Foad's IG

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Our friends over at Adopt Our Crew have created a Convention Calendar for 2024! First up is Basingstoke Comic Con May 10-12! Remember to tag them on IG and Twitter if you want to share pics, videos, etc!

Source: @adoptourcrew Twitter

== Our Flag Makes A Difference ==

Some of our lovely crew over at Our Flag Makes A Difference have started a new fundraiser, this time for the student protesters across the country who have been wrongfully arrested. If this is a cause you're interested in / have the capacity to hhelp out with, feel free to visit the GiveButter page. They're already at $1245 of their $10000 Goal.

== Articles ==

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

@melvisik's Cast Cards tonight is for James Barrington! One of the English Soliders that deserved to get slapped by Roach!

Src: @melvisik's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

More title cards from @patchworkpiratebear! Have some free time and need something to relax to? Pull out some crayons or art supplies and get those creative juices flowing!

= Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes Redraw) =

More Stede & Ed comics by our magnificant @blakbonnet! She's given us so many adorable Calvin & Hobbes Redraws! Thank you Meow for giving us something silly and fun to look forward to in these crazy days. Please head over to her blog and send her some love <3

== MerMay ==

= Day 3: "A curse is a curse" =

= @blueberreads =

It's an older model-- but it checks out! Our kind and creative crewmate @blueberreads submitted a gif they made previously for today's MerMay! I'm not complaining! More cursed suit please!

= @snejpowa =

Our glorious and generous crewmate @snejpowa has been participating in the SaveOFMD Crew's MerMay as well! Check out some of their submissions below!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies, it's been another very long day-- but we made it! We made it to the end of the week! Tomorrow is Saturday (it already is for some of you) so please oh please take some time to relax and get outside for a few minutes if you can.

I am fading fast, but I wanted to still send some love, so here's some notes from some other folks. Love you crew, take care of yourselves and do whatever you need to do to unwind this weekend (cry, draw, write, scream into the void, go outside for a walk, whatever you need).

Stay soft lovelies <3

Art below by @thelatestkate

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

This weekend we're going to be watching WWDITS 2014 + Rhys' episode of Wellington Paranormal, and Love birds on the RhysDarbyFaction server, so those movies are the theme tonight! Wanna join us? They start at 1 pm MT / 12 pm PT / 3 pm ET each day.

Tonight's gifs are courtesy of @ deliciousnecks and @ fandomsmeantheworldtome

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nalyra-dreaming · 5 months

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Hello again! First I just want to say a big thank you to you and @virginiaisforvampires and @cbrownjc for answering my really long DM ask awhile ago! <3

I’m again going to presume that during the first four episodes Daniel will keep having flashbacks causing him to realise that there is more to the fallout of the 70’s interview than he might at first suspect. He will probably remember Armand’s ‘Gentleman Death’ speech, which might cause him to fear Armand. Resulting in the new character telling him he should fear ‘the other one’ (presumably Louis) instead.

I’m really curious about the, “You fear Armand. You should fear the other one”, does this character know of Armand’s concern and/or history with Daniel? Might one assume that the character knows about Louis attacking Daniel, and possibly is more acutely aware (than Daniel) of the destructive nature Louis actually carries fairly close to the surface (Paris fallout comes to mind). So the words could simply be a warning to Daniel, who possibly at this point is quite relaxed with Louis but nervous of Armand. If this new character is basically a ‘body-snatcher’ looking to gain access to an immortal vampiric body - are they playing the long-con by befriending Daniel to gain access? Could I be on to something here? I agree and remember that Louis and Daniel will team up during this season, so I’m assuming Louis won’t attack him again - but is there anything that Daniel should fear during this season? Is there a threat?

I saw the interview, talking about next season but I’m not as optimistic as some that the relationship/romance referred to was meant to be DM/Daniel’s and Armand’s. In context of the whole interview it sounds more like it’s talking about Louis’ and Armand’s relationship. If DM stuff is revealed or takes place in Dubai I’m pretty sure it’s a secret that they wouldn’t talk about in interviews. I mean - it’s a pretty great twist, and it makes so much sense to me that a lot of the writers apparently are stage writers. Love it! I really want to see DM take place and the memory-erased dynamic play out that the TV series has set up, but I am worried that I’m getting carried away and what we get might be much more minimal - and that fans will hype and then get disappointed.

The idea of Armand and Daniel bickering/fighting during the interviews for the season to then end up revealing to Daniel that *surprise* this guy who has been annoying you, has revealed himself to sure be romantic but also scary controlling and is someone you’ve rightly started to fear is the love of your life - is pretty darkly comic in the best of ways! I would freaking love it. What do you think? I’m pretty much all in for f*cked up relationship dynamics, since the characters are all fun and interesting. I’m very invested in Louis’ and Armand’s romance too, looking forward to it playing out and I like hearing that the show decided to be more romantic with it! Freaking love all the actors - and I’m so happy to watch a TV series which is actually creative and compelling!

Is there anything related to DM you would wish to see play out this season? Sorry for long ask again! Less questions this time at least haha (sorry!). Again, love visiting your blog and reading all the speculation! Thank you!

:) Hey!

Yes, the "you should fear the other one" IS incredible interesting.

I mean, there is this canon passivity to Louis, a passivity that is almost a chosen trait, because when he snaps... he snaps. (I still hope we will get the "passivity speech" in s2, I think it is such an important one, and Jacob would just rule).

But... trailers are meant to entice, to hint, but also to misdirect. Sam said in the q&a video that there would be other vampires in s2 as well. I... I am not 100% convinced that comment in the restaurant was wrt Louis.

That does not mean that Louis is not to be feared!! I just... this could be a red herring. Who knows, maybe it has to do with the twist.

(What if (speculating!!) Daniel then turns to whoever Justin Kirk is there and goes: "what other?" Why is that "other" vampire not named? Why does the Justin Kirk character know Armand at all? Why does he know about the vampires in that apartment??? (And yes, he could be already be so interested in it all because the idea for the body theft is forming!) Why does he know Daniel might be in danger from that other vampire? You know?^^)

So. It could be Louis' carefully hidden destructive tendencies. Maybe. (Which, btw, Armand used skillfully in Paris, I mean, he literally orchestrated it all for Louis to destroy the coven, a win-win situation for him, lol.)

But I'm not convinced that is what Daniel should fear. Would fear. If modern day Daniel fears anything, then I think that has to do with something he remembers. The cage comes to mind, for example. The hunt.

Rolin's latest comment re Dubai does come to mind... as much as I think that Louis and Armand do actively love each other (including physically and I really hope they enjoy(ed) themselves!), but... I cannot see Louis go and have "fun" in interview-time-Dubai. I mean, the interview is happening over a few days real-time. Can you see Louis, the Louis growing more and more upset, depressed and crying and wanting to remember feel like having sex? For example? I think we might see Loumand sex scenes in the past, but in Dubai??? I'm... not sure.

And so... that leaves us with Devil's Minion. I'm not sure how much of the past of it will be revealed, but... I think there's a higher chance for sexy times in Dubai for them than for Loumand. For setup reasons 🤷🏽‍♀️

I also think that the relationship dynamics will be as messed up as they can possibly make them. While I expect Loumand to be extremely tender (I believe Assad called it that), I do think that Jacob's comment that Louis's time at the "murder mansion" was "one of the happy times" for Louis and that statement of "same shit, different vampire" needs to be factored in as well. We're talking about Armand after all :) Given the show likes to put its fingers into wounds I believe that will be a creeping realization... a slow, uncomfortable feeling (in contrast to the more open problematic things Loustat displayed). There is a "controlled" aspect to Loumand, because it was orchestrated (in Paris).

Devil's Minion... DM is about obsession, and almost helpless love. There will be tenderness as well, but also very high, messy emotions. It's not planned, it's not exactly healthy either, it's not (yet) with a happy ending.

As per what I would like to see in it...

I'm not sure. I want them to go full-in, in whatever aspects they choose to give us this season. The cage I would love to see, also as an echo to Lestat being tortured, maybe.

This season is about painful, uncomfortable realizations and repercussions of previous actions.

That goes for them all - and so what I hope for is what we'll get I bet :)) (At least nothing of the trailers, interviews or BTS pix has given me reason to believe otherwise^^)

Hannah Moscovitch said this season would destroy us, and I believe her... and I want that, badly :)))

#Anonymous #asks #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #armand #loumand #the devil's minion #daniel molloy #devil's minion

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seoll3miwrites · 5 months

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*Tardis Noises* | S.R Oneshot

Spin-Off Oneshot of my main series: Doing Time

Hana gets roped into going to comic con, but at least she has good company

After the team was given a whole week to recuperate after a particularly challenging case. Penelope had spontaneously asked Hana to come with to a ‘science convention’, but this wasn’t what she had in mind. As it turns out Penelope had neglected the ‘fiction’ part of a Sci-Fi shows convention. So here Hana stood outside waiting to enter the convention centre, standing next to Penelope and Spencer who were both dressed in Doctor Who related costumes.

Unaware of the dress up plan, Hana was dressed a simple red shirt and black jeans combo. The leather jacket draped across her shoulders protected her skin from the intense solar rays.

“Is it always this crowded?” She asked Spencer, knowing he’d have the answers she was looking for.

“Well statistically, New York Comic Con takes around two hundred thousand attendees a year.” He began to explain, “So yeah I guess you could say it’s always this crowded.”

“Great.” Hana sighed already feeling slightly claustrophobic as the line continued moving. She suddenly stumbled forward slightly when the group behind her got too excited and knocked into her accidentally, but was thankfully caught by Spencer. She uttered a small thanks as the doctor kept his hand firmly on the small of her back, pushing her in front of him.

“You okay sweetie?” Penelope asked, turning around at the commotion.

“Yeah don’t worry,” she waved her friend off, “It was just an accident and Spencer caught me before I fell on my face.”

The lovable blonde smiled brightly at her friend’s assurance, “Good, I’m so excited there’s so many places I want to check out.”

Hana listened intently as her two friends talked animatedly about all the different features of the convention they were most excited to see. While she didn’t understand half of the stuff they were taking about, she was just happy to see them happy too. Security was relatively easy process, especially since Penelope had strictly advised Hana not to bring her firearm. She had still brought her official badge though just in case, which raised some eyebrows from the older man that had checked her small bag of belongings.

When the trio were finally able to make their way into the main hall Hana was blown away at the grandiose nature of this event. Banners hung from basically anywhere you could hang a banner, dozens of signs directed people around the entire building of which the event was held, and the crowds were giant.

Despite her friend’s excited and easy going attitude, Hana was still tense. There was so much happening around her, so many sounds, smells and sights. For someone trained to be aware of everyone around her and spending so long with the BAU it was difficult to relax.

“So where are we going first?” She asked, before Spencer grabbed her hand to keep her close.

“Penelope wants to check out all the stalls in the artists alley.” He explained as he led her forward.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, it’s where independent artists have small stalls set up to sell different things they’ve made whether it’s paintings or knit work.” He explained without any signs of annoyance at her lack of knowledge, “Maybe you’ll find something cool too.”

Spencer, as always, was right. At a stall tucked in the corner of the artists alley Hana found a stunning painting depicting one of her favourite movies she’d watched as a kid.

“You watched Friday the thirteenth at five years old?” Spencer asked in amusement, after the young agent had explained her interest in the portrait of Jason Voorhees.

“Yeah!” She stated, still walking hand in hand, “I mean there wasn’t much else to do in the middle of the woods, so I convinced Grisha to buy a dvd player.”

“So you like horror?” He asked, making sure Hana didn’t get too focused on her past.

“Oh I love horror especially the supernatural stuff.” Spencer noticed her eyes sparkled when she was excited. “I mean have you haven’t lived until you’ve had a horror movie binge on halloween.”

“I agree.” He nodded as he spoke, before pointing with his free hand to where Penelope stood excitedly talking with one the artists at their stall. “We should catch up her before she disappears.”

She smirked slightly before replying, “I know someone would not be happy if we lost his ‘Baby Girl’”.

Spencer laughed loudly at Hana’s quip his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled widely. Her smirked morphed into a smile, watching his reaction.

As the pair approached their friend, Penelope turned around and waved them over enthusiastically. While both began to increase their pace, Spencer 6’1 height compared to Hana’s 5’2 meant that she ended up being dragged behind him. They had almost made their way over to the brightly dressed blonde, when Hana stopped suddenly causing Spencer to also stop and looked back towards the dark haired woman.

She’d stopped in front an artist’s stall two down from the one Penelope was in front of, most notably Hana was staring in awe at a hand knitted plush of a fruit bat. Like with the Jason painting, Spencer noticed that her sparkled with joy as she let go of his hand to picked the plush. He could tell how much she wanted it.

So, he asked the artist the price and pulled the right amount of notes from his wallet. Hana then looked up to asked the seller the price, earning a simple reply of, “He already bought.” As they pointed at Spencer.

“You bought this for me?” Hana asked as she held the little bat close to her chest with her right arm.

“Consider it a birthday present.” He shrugged before taking her free hand again and leading her over to Penelope, who was still waiting.

“You do know my birthday isn’t for another four months right?”

“I know.”

“You know what?” Penelope asked as she met the pair half-way

“Penn look what Spence bought me!” The younger agent explained as she showed her friend the adorable bat plush.

“Oh my god that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Penelope squealed as she looked at the plush, “Usually I think bats are icky and weird but this is really cute.”

“What did you call us over for?”

“Yes I forgot,” She began as she dug three small things from her purse, “I bought us matching keyrings”

“Is that the-“ Spencer began asked as Penelope handed them one each.

“Tardis?” She finished his sentence before continuing, “Yep it sure is and if you press it makes the noise.”

Hana scrunched her nose in confusion, “The noise?”

As if to showcase it, Spencer pressed the button on his keyring and Hana looked one in surprise as it began to make a strange whirring noise and lit up. She let out a simple “huh” in reply before gently placing the keyring in her small bag.

The trio spent the rest of the day touring the entire exhibition hall, Hana was still amazed at the sheer scale of this event in front of her. There was even a promotional stall for a game Hana had never heard of, but it had a virtual shooting range so Hana was naturally drawn to it. She also enjoyed the shock and applause she received from the people around her when she achieved a perfect score.

All in all, it was a perfect but tiring day. They’d stayed until latest as possible, which it was already slightly dark when they made their way to the Uber that would take them back to hotel they’d booked for the weekend. Sliding in second, she found herself sandwiched between Spencer and Penelope, and despite her best efforts her eyes grew heavy and she soon found herself asleep.

With her eyes closed, Hana missed the soft smile from Spencer as her head slip to fall on his shoulder. He didn’t move for the entire journey back.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #criminal minds #original character #criminal minds fic #fanfic #criminal minds oc #the bau team #oneshot #comic con

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thessalian · 11 months

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Thess vs Ticket Issues

Anyone who thinks that nerds are childish and somehow lacking in adulthood because of their hobbies and interests really needs to watch us arrange a convention sometime. I'm not even talking about the money required to go to a convention. I'm talking logistics. Travel time, organisation of activities for every given day, sorting the souvenir budget. And that's just if everything goes right.

See, my mother booked a physical ticket when she bought me my weekend priority entry to MCM Comic Con this year, and it arrived on Friday. My stepfather brought it Sunday when he finished programming the new heaters (well, one of the new heaters; today's the other one, fixing a hole he made in a wall, and sorting out the boiler ... theoretically, anyway). The first thing I thought was, "Ooh, pretty". The second thing I thought was, "...wait, why does this only say Sunday Priority instead of Weekend Priority?" I mean, the envelope was opened, and Mum and David had already had a look, but they don't understand how any of this works, and anyway probably stopped looking particularly closely when they saw MCM on the flier inside and knew it was technically mine. So they obviously didn't catch it. I, however, did, and it's my ticket, so I was going to have to sort something out.

At first I thought, "Well, maybe it's only the physical ticket that says the wrong thing and the QR code is fine" ... but I was deluding myself because the card is honestly more like a gift card you can get for various shops than anything else, and that probably means that there's just a batch of tickets with QR codes on them for specific days pre-printed and sent out as appropriate, and I just got the wrong one. However, I did want to confirm, so I downloaded the app for the convention (entire conventions have apps now, which I'm sure is helpful but still will not stop being weird) and begin the process of activating my ticket, just to see what happens. I eventually get the text boxes for confirming individual day tickets and weekend tickets. Try my confirmation code in the Weekend Priority Ticket box ... before I even hit submit, it's telling me that the code is invalid. Put the confirmation code for Sunday in? No such message. So they sent me the wrong ticket. Well, fuck.

First thing I did was check to see if that had happened to anyone else. If it has, it isn't a huge deal on the places people complain about such (like, for instance, Reddit), at least not even under the best search terms my black belt in Google-fu could generate. Now, there was the option to email the con runners, but ... well ... much as I hate and despise it, sometimes you just have to talk to a human being for some peace of mind. So I called the line for queries.

Surprisingly, I got an actual person on the line right away. A person in a really shitty wireless headset who I could only partly understand, but an actual person. So I explained the issue, gave him the QR code on the physical ticket and the confirmation ID on the confirmation email my mother forwarded to me, and now all I have to do is go to the query desk with my confirmation ID on my phone and it'll all get sorted. And I had to go to the query desk anyway for an accessibility lanyard, so that's okay. I mean, I'm going to bring my physical ticket just in case they want to see it, but that's only because decades as a secretary has taught me to cover your ass and have all even potentially relevant documents to hand when you're dealing with an issue. Better overprepared than having to fumble for things.

So that's my spark of adrenaline for the day - I actually had to ring customer service and sort out a problem. Because seriously, Marion's coming for the whole weekend and my autographs are booked for Saturday, so going only on Sunday is not an option, even if my mother hadn't spent just over £100 for the ticket, the delivery of physical ticket that they screwed up anyway, and a souvenir pin badge that I also have to pick up at the query desk. Or at least a query desk.

Anyway, look, I adulted my ass off to sort out the mess the people sending tickets made of my con information. Nobody gets to tell me that going to a comic convention makes me less than adult.

#mcm expo #Thess is a motherfucking adult

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living-d3ad-gh0ul · 1 year

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Tuesday 17th October 2023, 02:45am

I really should be asleep right now. But I can't seem to get comfortable and when I do, my brain just won't shut up. So here I am, writing to you. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I don't know why. I think I've been missing you a bit. Is it strange to miss you? I don't know. I'm sorry if it is.

I really hope your blood tests came back okay and everything is all well with your health. Do you know when you'll have surgery yet? I was thinking about that the other day and hoping I hadn't missed it, so I could wish you good luck for it. I'm really glad to hear that you've found a job you can do that will turn into a career too and that you can get the training for it. Has that happened yet? Or are you still waiting?

I knew you were thinking of leaving the band, and that's okay. If it's ran it's course for you, then I'm sure your bandmates will be understanding, especially if they're your friends. I really hope the last two shows went well and that you enjoyed playing them at least and I hope the last show you do next month is good too. Will it be near your birthday? Because I know that's coming up really soon too. It's the week after I get back from another comic con, I go away on 17th November and come home on the 19th, so I'm just gone for the weekend. This time it's in Wales, I've only been there once when I was a kid.

Aw no poor Chonky :( I really really hope she's okay now. It sucks when our pets get sick, because they don't have a voice to tell you exactly what's wrong, so it can be pretty worrying. It's a good job that owners can usually tell though when something's wrong and what it could be, because they know their pet well. But it sounds like you did the right thing for her and I hope she's feeling much better now. I'm sure she loved having you look after her and care for her and make sure she was all okay.

Don't worry about streaming and stuff, you can come back to it whenever you feel like it, whenever you have the time. I look forward to the next time you do, I've missed chilling in your chat and just.. hanging out. I liked it before. I actually was playing some of the Cyberpunk DLC myself the other week, it was quite fun haha. But I definitely think I need to start upgrading my PC soon. Definitely a new fan and CPU and maybe a secondary SSD. I would upgrade my GPU but those are so expensive and my 1080 still serves me well at the moment.

I'm sorry it's been a little bit since I last wrote, I've just been busy with work mostly. I haven't had much going on or much exciting happening. Apart from going over to Belfast to surprise my best friend, that was quite cool. We went to another convention, I just booked a flight and a hotel and turned up. She had no clue I was coming and was really surprised when I got there haha. I literally just went over for like.. 24 hours. I'd felt bad cause I had to cancel a trip to go see her at the end of this month just due to work and not being able to get the holidays and stuff. So I was pretty upset and just wanted to do something kinda.. fun and spontaneous? Idk

Ian Somerhalder walked by me too and didn't even notice it, it wasn't until my best friend pointed him out and I was like "oh shit" hahaha. But I was more excited about Peter Facinelli and Jackson Rathbone from Twilight, I used to love that when I was like.. 14. I would have met Ian and Paul too, but it was far too expensive for me. Maybe some day I will. I recently started watching The Vampire Diaries again, since it's spooky season and all and I haven't watched it for years. So I've went right back to the start, I'm at the end of season 1 right now where Isobel is in it (I hate Isobel. And I fucking hate John Gilbert too)

It was also my dad's birthday on 8th October. That was a pretty hard day. I was quite sad and upset all day, but I watched a lot of my dad's favourite programs and stuff and tried to distract myself. Red Dwarf, Monty Python, The Mighty Boosh (which me and my dad actually started watching together) and some Billy Connolly. I also listened to some of his favourite music too. And I got a clootie dumpling from a local bakery (it's like a Christmas pudding kind of but not as rich), coincidentally it was the same bakery me and my dad and grandma and grandpa would go to, it was just down the street from my grandma's house. My grandma used to make him one for his birthday every year when he was a kid, instead of a birthday cake because it was cheaper. And he loved it. It was one of his favourite things. He'd always ask me to bring him some down when I'd go down and visit him in Nottingham, because you can't really get it anywhere in England and to make a proper one yourself, it's a bit of a pain and really easy to mess up if you don't do certain things right lol. When he was in the nursing home, I remember one day the chef had came to talk to him and asked him about food he liked and stuff. He was telling me that they'd asked him what kind of birthday cake he wanted and my dad immediately asked if he could have a dumpling. The chef agreed and said they absolutely could do that and I remember my dad being so so happy. His face was just.. completely lit up, big wide smiles, all excited. I think that's what made me extra sad, because he had been so excited for his birthday and his dumpling. He really liked the simple things in life, honestly.

So even though he wasn't here, he got his dumpling. I went out early on the Saturday morning and picked it up, had a chat with the guy who owns the bakery (who actually weirdly recognised me and asked me who my family were, so I told him and he immediately remembered me from when I was a kid, telling me about how he remembered I'd come in with my grandma to get the rolls and the papers, how I'd come in with my dad for a yum yum or a strawberry tart lol. I unfortunately had to break the news of my dad's passing to him, he didn't know. And he was quite sympathetic. He was a nice guy, just as friendly as I remembered when I was a kid. I'll attach a picture of the dumpling to this so you can see. I stuck a candle in it and everything for him. Sang him happy birthday and cried while doing so. But I knew he'd be nearby. I knew he'd be standing right behind me hugging me while I did. God just writing this is making me tear up a little bit.

I've started some grief counselling too. I think they are really helping me. I'm getting it through the hospice who helped with dad's end of life care, even though the were only involved for.. well a few days.. they've given me more support that some family have (my mother included. I'm still at odds with her. She's done more horrible and nasty shit since we last spoke and.. honestly I'm just seeing her for her true colours now, realising that I've been gaslit, emotionally neglected and manipulated by her for a very long time). My boss has been more than happy to allow me to attend these sessions, because they know in the long run it's going to help me and isn't going to affect my performance at work or anything. I'm actually doing really well at work at the moment, even considering that it is incredibly stressful and emotionally/mentally taxing at times, but I've had nothing but good reports in my weekly catch ups with my manager so far. So I think it's safe to say they can see that I am more than capable of doing the job. I just wanna try get through my probation and then move to a different department. Something that doesn't involve talking to customers lol.

Gran also got out of hospital, which is a good thing. She's back home and still resting and stuff, trying to get her strength back. She was in there for like.. just over a month. Unfortunately we don't think shes gonna be able to get any more chemo though, which sucks. But we're hoping her oncologist will still be able to do surgery for her, we just have to keep trying to get her strength up and make sure she's eating well and we're getting her walking and stuff. Even if it's just to the kitchen and back or around the garden. Small steps. It hopefully will make a big difference. I've been making sure to go see her at least once a week, even just for a couple hours at the very least.

I don't have much else going on right now. It's just work and looking forward to next month when I go to Wales. I don't think I have anything incredibly exciting planned for Halloween, which sucks, but I'll be working this year unfortunately. Maybe I can just relax and watch some spooky movies after work, eat some terrible sweets and enjoy myself a little. Oh and I'm on some new medication too actually, I'm not sure if it's working yet, I don't feel anything different. This is for a physical thing, not a mental thing. But it's nothing too serious, just something I need to like.. manage symptoms of.

I really hope you're doing well, E. I hope everything's going good and that your health is good and Chonky is good and work is starting and surgery is getting scheduled and all the good things. I know it must be getting warmer there too, because it's definitely getting fucking colder here haha. I've been absolutely frozen in the mornings for a couple days now, until I turn the heat on again and warm up. I think it's gonna be a reaaaaally cold winter this year which is unfortunate.

I really hope to hear from you soon. And I hope I've got more exciting things to tell you next time.

N x

"I saw you in a dream then it came to an end, I wonder if you'll come visit me again"

(the selfie was me at the con in Northern Ireland. It was SO fucking hot, I was boiling all day. But I still looked cute I think.. maybe haha)

#him

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singing-robot · 5 years

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in my personal experience the most common reaction to talking about undertale irl or showing people fanart of it is “oh i loved this game!!!” seriously don’t worry about it! it may have a bad rep on the internet but generally everyone who i’ve met who’s a fan has been lovely

That’s very comforting!!! And I’m sure that if people are selling fan art of it, they like it, too. I’ll try and keep that in mind if I see other artists again. After all, a game about being nice is sure to produce nice fans, yeah? I think I only saw one or two artists with Undertale stuff, though, but that might’ve also been due to actual comic fans, and also the SU finale had aired like a week or two beforehand, so there was a lot of that. Oh and two anime groups. And a Legend of Zelda family! Maybe I’ll see more Undertale stuff at the next one and meet new people then!

Uhhh this got long and kind of personal and off-topic, but I spent all this time writing it, so for my general experience of sharing Undertale with people, look under the cut.

I think the one thing that’s really gotten to me is that, when I first got into it, I didn’t know Undertale was a big thing. I didn’t know about the memes, or the sexual obsessions, or the general reputation it got for such. I had never heard MEGALOVANIA, and I don’t think I so much as walked into a Gamestop and saw a trailer for it. So the reactions I received upon excitedly sharing this Cool New Interest were,

> “Dude, that’s cringe.” (cue me explaining that I really like the music and colors while turning to a new note page to hide my Undertale doodles. ha. ha ha.)

> “yeah I love that game/character” (can’t remember which) after I shared some of the funnier stuff from Handplates, which I discovered and binged in less than a week before I knew anything about Undertale. so uhhh rip me for sending pieces of a gruesomely angsty fancomic to my closest friends and talking about it.

> I think one of my friends didn’t like the game for one reason or another, but they put up listening to me because I really liked it. I could be wrong bc I have no face-reading skills, but I stopped talking about it with them until I was actually playing it earlier this year. So. Yeah.

> there was that one time I was playing Fallen Down alone in the band room and one (1) percussionist asked what I was playing and I said “haha yeah it’s from this game I found-” “I know what Undertale is, but WHICH SONG” and I felt bad because I don’t want to be the “you probably haven’t heard of it-” type of person bUT I HADN’T HEARD OF IT AT ALL FROM ANYONE

> actually did several independent things in band (I played in the dressing room/bathroom), so when I got bored with the stuff the director gave me, I’d pull up PDFs on my laptop and play them. I want great at it and the majority of songs are out of my range/clef, but I remember at least one kid coming in and saying “you’re gonna have a bad time” bc I was practicing MEGALOVANIA, lol

> oh my god I let someone borrow my notes once in English and it had a relatively large drawing of Papyrus at the bottom of the page and he never mentioned it so idk

> my brother expressed -45 interest in it at first, but then a few weeks later he said he likes Bonetrousle. Minimum talk about it, but the other night he did ask if I was about to fight Sans when I was in the Judgement Hall (which is impressive because he judged it entirely by sound; he didn’t see where I was, he just heard Sans talking and was correct about where I was in the game).

> We’ve also had at least two arguments about how to pronounce “Bonetrousle,” called in a third party to decide for us, except she pronounced it a completely different way. We haven’t argued about it since.

> one time I was drawing Hollow Knight and this kid who sat near me asked if it was Undertale again and I was like????? No???? And he said oh sorry I saw you drawing Undertale before and wondered if it was the same AND YOU KNOW WHAT? MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, JARED.

> took a picture of an airbrush tee stand, my brother asked if it was for the sans shirt (it was), and I panicked and said it was for pikachu. I don’t know why I lied but I don’t like that I did. I planned to discreetly take a picture of all the sans shirts to make a joke about the names on them, but stopped after the one. I don’t know why.

This is going a little off topic from first discovery, yikes. Anyway! I’ve come this far and it’s my post on my blog!

I’m fairly shy about sharing my interests, which is why I run side blogs instead of having everything on my main, or I say “oh it’s from some game” and describe it as normally as possible and get to the point. Unless close friends want to know more about it! When I talk about something I like, I won’t stop talking about it until I’ve exhausted or distracted myself, or until I am stopped by someone else. So I either have to put a cap on it before I talk or I will run nonstop, you know? Not my greatest quality.

Anyways uhhh if you’ve read this far then congrats! Don’t let this bring you down, it’s all in the past. But I did suffer some embarrassment at these memories so I have to post them bc this can’t all be for nothing. I’ve been a little scattered lately so uhhh sorry if this was a trip to read. Nice to write so much, though.

#robot answers #hey yeah sorry I went bananas off topic bc I was thinking of a lot of other stuff that post was related to #also I’ve answered this a bit late yikes #but your words are nice to read #so I have something new to look forward to at comic con maybe!

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discopizza86 · 2 years

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Hello Stranger

Joseph Quinn x femme reader

“I knew I wanted more time with you”

Summary: after a long day of waiting to meet your celebrity crush at Comic-Con, you manage to steal the eye of the world’s most talked about man; Joseph Quinn.

TW- smoking, drinking.

This is pure fluff :)

This is my first, so please be kind :)

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It was a hot summer day, and you were stuck shoulder to shoulder with hundreds of people. Normally, this wouldn't be your idea of a good time, but your best friend begged you to come along and keep her company. After all, she knew the reason why you didn’t turn her down. You were intrigued to meet the man that has captured the hearts of so many. You loved his work on Stranger Things, but it was the man behind the character of Eddie that drew you in.

Joseph Quinn sat behind a table and greeted each fan warmly. The excitement he showed with each and every fan made your heart swell. He took his time, and the line was moving slowly but surely in his direction.

You try to calm your mind by thinking of what to say to him when you are finally face to face. After all, you want to play it cool because this is your first time going to one of these things.

As you look ahead, you notice that there are only a few people until it’s your turn. You’re fidgety with the rings on your fingers, but something tells you to look up. As you do, you notice that Joseph’s eyes are on you.

He is friendly and courteous to each person in line in front of you, but you can feel the weight of his stare as you look down at your rings.

Suddenly, it’s your turn. His eyes are fixed on you as you make your way in front of him.

As you walk up to him, you can see him nervously shifting in his seat. Big brown eyes bore into yours, and you can’t help but feel a little flustered.

“Hello, lovely. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Joe.”

“Hello Joe, I’m Y/N”

“That’s a pretty name. I’m happy you’re here”

“So am I. Are you having a good time?”

“I am. It’s crazier than I expected, but getting better every second.” He says as he locks eyes with you.

Your fingers brush as you hand him the picture to sign. You feel as though electricity has moved between his hand to yours and it has made your heart fall to your stomach.

You exchange some witty remarks, and make each other laugh. All your worrying had been for nothing. He was sweet, charming, and above all else, seemed genuinely into what you had to say. The fact that this was new to you too, was definitely not lost on him.

You get your picture signed, and smile brightly at Joe. As he hands the photo back, he stands up and leans forward.

Mirroring his actions, you lean in. He places his cheek against yours as he whispers in your ear.

“It was lovely to meet you! Maybe we will see each other again.”

“I would love that” you say to him as you pull away.

The smell of Dior and the subtle stubble of his facial hair against your skin has left you reeling.

“What the fuck was that?!”, you say to yourself as you walk away. Surely you imagined it. You hold your cheek as the memory replays in your mind. You wait just a few feet away from the table for your friend who was behind you in line.

“Okay, that was fucking amazing, but I am dying to know what he said to you. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. ” she says.

“Oh it was nothing. Just that he was happy to meet me. I’m sure he says the same thing to many people.” You left out the part about him hoping to see you again. Something about the interaction felt so intimate, even though there were hundreds of eyes on the both of you.

“Ready to go?” You ask.

“Not quite yet, I have a couple more people I want to meet. Want to meet me back at the hotel?”

“Yeah, that works. Find me at the hotel bar. I’ll be the girl nursing a dirty martini” you say with a wink.

Your friend dashes off to her next meet and greet. You stand a couple yards away while trying to decide if you should head out for a smoke.

There is a lull in the line, so you glance back at Joe. He is writing something down on a scrap of paper. He locks eyes with you as he hands the note to a member of his security. He whispers something to the man, and they both turn in your direction. After a wink, he sends his security guard your way.

“Hello, Miss. I think this is meant for you.”

“Thank you.”

Sheepishly, you take the note and turn your back to Joe. You don’t want your face to give away your inner screaming.

“Hello again, Lovely. I’m almost done here. Meet me outside the south entrance in half an hour. Xo Joe”

Instantly your mouth feels dry and you feel like you swallowed a swarm of butterflies. You turn back to look at him and he gives you a look so hopeful that it makes your breath hitch in your throat. He raises one eyebrow slightly, and you give him a little nod to let him know that you’ll be there.

You slowly make your way to the south entrance. You brush your damp palms against your jeans, completely in shock that this is happening.

You push through the doors and you are greeted by the security guard who had handed you the note.

“Follow me, Miss. Mr. Quinn is waiting for you.”

“Thank you”

He walks you around a corner and through an alley. At the end there is a clearing that leads to a private parking lot.

Joe is leaning against a black SUV, and smoking a cigarette.

“Hello, lovely. Thanks for meeting me. I hope you don’t mind this” he says while holding up the lit cigarette and taking a drag.

“Not at all. I was just about to do the same thing.”

Joe reaches into his pocket and pulls out an extra cigarette. As you reach his side, he puts the tip of the cigarette into your mouth. He holds up his lit lighter and you lean in. Holding your hand over his as you take a drag to light it. The familiar electric feel between your hands and his was undeniable.

You glance up at him through your lashes and his melted chocolate eyes are fixated on yours. Shyly, he looks down and begins to slightly blush.

“Sorry, I’m a little rusty. I haven’t passed a note since I was a child. I was wondering if you would like to have a drink with me. I understand if you have plans, and I completely understand if this is weird for you.”

“I would love to. I promised my friend that I would meet her later at our hotel bar. She’s still inside and from the looks of it, it’s going to be a while.”

“Fantastic. Do you know where we can go that has some privacy?”

“Umm, well actually I have a room at a hotel a few blocks from here.”

“Would that be okay with you if we went there? I’d go wherever you want, I just would prefer some privacy so we can relax and get to know each other better.”

“Absolutely. I have the room to myself, so I promise it will be completely private. We can just have drinks sent up to the room.”

“My god, that sounds amazing.”

“Actually, just Y/N will do” you say with a wink.

Joe laughs, and you can see him loosen up. With him, it’s comfortable and playful. Any nervousness you felt on your way to meet him outside is gone.

“Ready to go?” He says while reaching his hand out. You place your hand in his, giving him all the confirmation he needs. Your heart pounds in your ears as your skin touches his. His touch firm but gentle. He guides you to the back of the SUV and you move over to make room for him. You unclasp your hand from his and settle in to the seat. The darkness of inside the car has made the close proximity to each other almost intoxicating. You both seem to shift so that you are touching each other. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee to knee. The back of his hand is against yours. Neither of you make a move to separate.

You give the driver the address and the car starts moving towards its destination. As you lean back into the seat, you can feel Joe’s eyes on you. After meeting his gaze, he gives you a wry smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is perfect.” He says while moving his arm to drape around your headrest.

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You reach your room, and unlock the door. You’re thankful more than ever that you didn’t leave the room in complete disarray before you left. As you both enter , the realization that you and Joe are officially alone together for the first time makes your heart skip a beat. You glance over at Joe and let out a nervous giggle. He bites his lip and gives you a mischievous smile. “Looks like it’s just the two of us now” he says.

“I don’t know about you, but there is a dirty martini with my name on it.”

“Are we soulmates?! That’s my drink of choice”

“You obviously have excellent taste” you say while playfully pushing against him.

He smiles at you while brushing your bangs away from your eyes. His eyes locked on yours. “I most definitely do.”

You dial down to room service and you order a pitcher of martinis and a charcuterie board.

While waiting for your drinks to arrive, you pull him to sit on the little couch with you. He asks about your life and he tells you about his. You nervously shift so that you are completely facing him. You can’t help but ask him the reason why he wanted to spend time with you.

He blushes slightly, shifts his body so he is mirroring you, and begins “I meant what I said about us seeing each other again. Not only are you beautiful, but I found you absolutely charming. I felt comfortable with you almost instantly. After you made me genuinely laugh, I knew I wanted more time with you.”

You bite your lip to contain your smile and look down. Joe lifts your chin with his finger and runs his thumb across your bottom lip. “I hope my answer was okay.”

You lean in and gently kiss his cheek. “Okay is the understatement of the year.”

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You’re nearing the end of the pitcher of dirty martini’s you ordered and the both of you are delightfully buzzed. You send your friend a text saying that you will be staying in your room for the night if she needed you. You don’t dare tell her the reason why.

What started on your patio, has transitioned to the bed. The sun has set hours ago . You invited him to sit with you while you compared playlists on your phones. You playfully banter over who has better taste in music. He selects a softer song and you both lay down, slightly exhausted from the long day.

There are no words needed when you look up into his face. He turns his body so he is almost laying on top of you.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask him.

“That this has been the best day I’ve had in a while.” He smiles sweetly.

“Me too. I’m not ready for it to be over” You say while cradling his face, your lips just inches apart.

“The night may be ending, but you and I are far from over.” He leans down and softly presses his lips into yours.

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I took inspiration from the song “Oh, it is love” by Hellogoodbye :)

Sorry it’s so long!

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfiction

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Patient 1: Addiction

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Predator and Prey themes, Cum play, Knife play, Non-Con, Degradation

Link to: Prologue

Patient Name: Fushiguro Toji

Diagnosis: Adrenaline Addiction

Your brow furrows as you stare down at your first patient’s files. An addiction isn’t uncommon, but to adrenaline? You suppose it’s possible to become addicted to just about anything. Yet there are a million questions buzzing on the tip of your tongue as you turn to Uraume who just shrugs and says you’re better off hearing it straight from Toji’s own mouth.

Everything about this psychiatric facility is strange and you curiously stare at the elevator buttons as both of you descend, noting how each button has a name of a patient next to it with the final button having no label.

“Each patient has their own floor. They’ve been here for so long that we thought it would be more humane to give them ample room to live in instead of the standard patient rooms you typically see in other facilities. After all, we’re not here to treat them like caged animals, right?”

The humanitarian in you can’t defy that logic, but you can’t help but wonder if it’s safe for them to not be bound during your session, only to cringe at your own thoughts. They’re just ill patients, humans just like you, not prisoners. With that newfound determination you stride out of the elevator only to freeze when you hear the outer elevator cage slam close on your heels.

You turn, hoping to see Uraume right behind you, but your heart sinks when you see them safely on the other side of the metal fence, an eerie grin on their face as the actual elevator doors slide shut, leaving you with some parting words.

“I’ll see you when you’re done seeing all your patients today.”

Not even seconds pass before you’re scrambling to look for a button or anything to help pry open the elevator doors, fear overwhelming you as Uraume’s ominous farewell haunts you. But there’s no escape and you turn around to take in your surroundings, trembling and on the verge of tears.

Expansive is an understatement and you nervously walk around the dimly lit area, quickly losing track of all the rooms, corridors, and dead ends you bypass and amble through despite doing your best to keep track of everything. It almost feels like it’s meant to be a maze or obstacle course of sorts…

“Well, well, well. Look at the new little mouse I’ve found.”

Your heart threatens to burst out of your chest only to still in shock when you see a familiar face grinning at you, immediately connecting it to the manilla folder tightly clenched in your hands.

“Fushiguro Toji?”

“And you must be the new shrink. Follow me, doc. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. They always do.”

You don’t want to think about what’s happened to your predecessors, this “they” Toji’s referring to. You don’t want to follow this stranger. You don’t want to be trapped in this unknown environment with a highly dangerous patient and no means of escape. But what choice do you have? And with limbs weighted with despair, you trail after the dark haired man.

You’re surprised when Toji leads you into a room not far off from the police interrogation rooms you’ve seen in movies. A single table with a chair on either side are the only furniture in the room and you quietly take a seat across from where Toji has casually slumped himself down. But you note how his large stature easily overwhelms the small space, making the substantial table between you seem meaningless.

There’s silence as you fidget and fumble with Toji’s file, trying to find any professionalism and composure you have left as said patient continues leering at you, an amused smirk ever present on his face. It feels silly to treat this like any other examination, but it seems like the only thing you can do, what Toji himself is expecting of you.

“What is...what is adrenaline addiction, in your own words?”

You wonder if this is what opening Pandora’s box felt like, the question barely out of your mouth before regret instantly seizes you as Toji’s grin only grows wider and sharper, a crazed look in his eyes when he replies.

“It means I like being excited a little too much, doc.”

“And what excites you?”

You don’t want to know his response, but it’s the only way forward and dread fills you as he responds.

“Oh, lots of things. The burn of my throat and rush to my head after taking a shot. Gambling and the uncertainty of whether you’ll win or lose. The look of despair on my victim’s face when I shove a knife through their beating heart. The way it feels so fucking perfect to shove my dick in any tight hole it’ll fit in. But you know what makes me the most excited, doc?”

It’s theatrical how he tapers off, green eyes piercing you as he silently orders you to acknowledge him. And all you can do is shake your head side to side, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you play right into his hands.

“What makes me the most excited is the thrill of hunting pretty prey like you.”

Instincts have you jumping out of your chair and bolting from the room. You don’t dare turn to see if Toji is chasing you down, his amused cackle at your expense trailing behind you. You’re blindly running, no sense of direction as you randomly turn left and right, your only prerogative to keep moving, hopefully farther and farther from your patient. Every corridor, every passage, every room looks the same and you struggle to breathe as quietly as you can despite the way your lungs ache.

You strain to listen, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the drumming of your racing heart and you don’t hear the figure casually ambling towards you until you’re being roughly shoved face first into the wall you’re leaning on, a toned figure pressed against your back, caging you in.

“Now, now. You’re making this way too easy. Tired already?”

It’s a rhetorical question, one you can’t bring yourself to answer anyway, not with the way your teeth chatter and your body trembles in fear as Toji loudly inhales your scent while he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, tongue lazily licking a strike of your salty sweat.

You sob as he harshly bites down, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave you aching and hold you still as his hands wander underneath your clothes, groping and kneading your breasts and ass. You’re too scared to move, fearing the consequences of resisting, praying that maybe this is it, that you’ll be let off when he gets his fill of feeling you up. But you can’t help the way you yelp and instinctively struggle against his hold when he tires of your frozen state and decides to ruthlessly twist your nipples and shove a thick finger into your tight hole.

“There we go. Glad to know you’re still alive and kicking. I don’t enjoy fucking dead and broken toys like that pink haired bastard does.”

Pink haired bastard? Your mind briefly flashes to a hazy picture you’re sure you had seen in one of the patient files. What was his name-

You shriek as Toji shoves another finger alongside the digit already in you, sobbing as you feel him stretching your walls, relentlessly pounding his fingers in and out of you, his fingers painfully pulling at your nipples. All you hear is his grunts in your ears and you clench your eyes in disgust when you feel a long hard object grinding against you, knowing full well what it is without even looking.

He’s going to rape and kill you. This is how it all ends. And you wait for it, the searing pain of that massive shaft impaling you. But it never comes and before you know it you’re moaning as he twists and flexes until he finds that soft spongy spot inside of you, insistently rubbing and stroking it with curled fingers as he continues dry humping you from behind.

You’re so lost in the sensations that you don’t notice how your body is betraying you as it unconsciously grinds back against Toji’s hand, your ass shaking and pressing even harder against Toji’s cock. It’s funny how easily you’ve lost any common sense, but you’re not here to be a vapid bimbo toy. He’ll save that side of you for one his fellow inhabitants who’ll appreciate it more and he abruptly pulls his now soaked digits out of you, snorting at how you whine from the loss.

You look so confused, so stupid as he rapidly finishes himself off, hooking down your bottoms low enough for him to shoot his sticky seed all over the inner fabric of your panties. And he grins when you practically moan as he pulls your undergarments back into place, cruelly tugging a tad too hard and wedging his cum and the stained lace deep between your abused folds.

You’re panting, looking like a wreck as you try to ground yourself from the dizzying confusion of being pulled right from the brink of an orgasm, the emptiness of your edging making your head foggy. But then something sharp is being pressed against your vulnerable neck and it’s enough to have fear jolt you back to your senses.

“Don’t be such a boring slut. Time to run and hide again. It’s playtime, bitch. Or maybe you need me to cut you up a bit. Pain’s always a good motivator.”

He’s barely finished speaking before you’re shoving him and his knife away from you and he whistles in appreciation as he watches you race away again, taking his time to tuck himself back in his pants. You’ll need as much of a head start anyway to even try and remotely make some sense of this labyrinth he knows every corner of. Not that any advantage will actually help you much. Toji’s never had a prey he couldn’t catch.

How many times has he found you and released you after defiling you just a bit more every time? Neither of you can keep track and only when Toji has shoved his cock in all three of your holes, filling every orifice with his cum and fuckig you until you can barely walk does your session end. It’s almost comical how he has to quite literally drag you back to the elevator you had come from and he cruelly laughs at the white sticky trail you’re leaving behind you with your loose holes unable to keep in the copious fluids.

You barely register what’s happening, too exhausted, too fucked out of your mind to even be bothered by the rough friction of the ground against your body, only mildly stunned by the fact that the elevator you had frantically tried to re-enter is now innocently open. And it’s with muted despair that you realize what fate has in store for you as Toji presses the button of the next lower level.

Gojo Satoru

The neatly labeled name is all you register before the elevator doors slide open and you’re shoved out of it, blearily making out the sight of Toji tauntingly waving at you from inside the metal enclosure.

“See you at tomorrow’s session, doc.”

Your world goes dark as the elevator doors shut.

#toji x reader #yandere toji #yandere jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #tw: yandere #tw: noncon

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 3 years

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Panel Pt. 9

Florence Pugh X Female Reader

Longer chapter today! I think we are getting close to the end of our journey. Maybe one or two chapters left but I’ll be starting some new projects soon too! I really want to do one-shot requests so if anyone has any in mind feel free to message me!

Warnings: Smut, 18+, cursing

Concept: You go to Comic-Con and attend a Florence Pugh panel. What happens after surprises you. Part 9/?

I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2504

Tag List: @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @wandanatvoid @3xbyrn320

The two of you grabbed some food and got back to your apartment. You both sit down with your pizza and turn the TV on. You told Florence that you wanted her to watch all the Star Wars movies with you because she hadn’t seen them yet so you turned on A New Hope.

Although she talked a lot throughout the movie she was always saying the most adorable things because of how confused she was.

“Babes, trust me, when you are done all 11 of the live action movies plus two of the animated shows, the Mandalorian and some other content I am sure you will understand!” You say with a huge smile.

“ELEVEN MOVIES? WAIT so you’re telling me that there are 10 more movies where they have wars in the stars? What in the world?”

You just laughed at how absolutely adorable Florence was being about this but you knew how much she appreciated you because she said she would watch all of them with you.

“Well, just know it means the world to me that you are willing to dedicate so much time to Star Wars for me.”

“Well it is something that my girlfriend loves so of course I am going to give it a shot.” She says

Girlfriend? Huh. You guys hadn’t had the talk about being official yet. It took you a little off guard that she said that so a confused but more so stunned look came across your face.

“Wha- Oh shit- sorry, I know we hadn’t talked about it yet. I didn’t mean to take you off guard or anything but I would love it if we could maybe think about making us official?” Florence says.

“Of course. I would love to be official.” You reply as you lean in to give her a peck on the lips.

“Great, I’m glad because I would love it if you’d come with me to the Fallon show on Saturday. You wouldn’t actually be on stage of course, I know that would be incredibly stressful for you but I would love to have you there so I can see you right before I start and as soon as I get off.” She replies as she’s holding your hands.

“Wow, Jimmy Fallon? Uh yeah! I’d love to come. I’ve always wondered what the back rooms looked like that the stars got to stay in. Plus he is for sure one of my favourite talk show hosts.”

“Okay, great. Sounds like a plan then. I still get a bit nervous going to these shows but I am for sure still looking forward to it!.”

Fast Forward to Saturday.

The two of you pull up to the Tonight show and you are absolutely loving the whole environment of the place. The only other set you’ve been to is the one Florence has been filming on lately for Hawkeye but this is a different experience with it being a set for live audience television and everything.

“Okay love, this nice gentleman is going to show you to my dressing room, I just have to make a quick stop by makeup where they will fix up my face a bit and then I'll be in. See you in a minute.” Florence says

“Okay, sounds good but for the record I don’t think you need makeup.” You reply, throwing your hands up in the air.

She snickers and turns around to walk the opposite direction.

The man shows you to Florence’s dressing room and waiting inside is a variety of snacks, drinks and of course Florence’s favorite tea. You decide to crack open a bag of M&M’s and just watch the TV in her room as it plays late night reruns with past guests.

After about 20 or so minutes Florence walks through the door with her hair and makeup all done and ready to go.

“Wow.” You say with your mouth half open.

“Psshh oh stop it.” She says as she jokingly flicks a wrist at you.

You stand up and start walking towards her. “No, seriously, wow. You have no idea the type of thoughts that are going through my mind right now.”

“Oh really?” She says with a smirk.

You just kind of chuckle as you take a step back because you knew damn well that if you didn’t you’d probably do something that would end up messing up her makeup.

“So, what is the outfit you’re wearing tonight?”

“Oh, I think you’re going to like this one.” She says with a smirk.

Florence pulls out this absolutely gorgeous strapless maroon coloured dress that slightly changes colour when it's in more light.

She starts taking her clothes off and gets ready to slip into her dress. She walks over to you and turns around, lifting her hair up.

“Hey babe can you zip me up?”

You zip up the back of Florence’s dress and as she turns back around you give her a light kiss, careful to not mess up her makeup.

Someone lightly knocks on the door letting Florence know that it’s time and she’s about to go on.

“I’ll see you soon.” She says as her hands come up on either side of your face and pull you in for a kiss.

You sit down and watch your girlfriend walk out on stage as the whole room claps. Jimmy starts the interview off asking about her recent films and talks about some of her upcoming work.

*Watching the interview*

“So, Florence…we saw online that you and Zach broke up. I’m really sorry to hear that. If you don’t mind us asking, could you go into a little bit of detail about what happened?” Jimmy asked

“Ah, yeah, I’ll be completely honest Jimmy, I met somebody else and of course it wasn’t right for Zach for him to be stringed along. We had a really good chat about it and I explained to him everything that I was feeling and he completely understood. We are still very good friends for the record and still continue to talk every now and again.”

“Oh, wow. So you met somebody else? Do we know who the lucky guy is?”

“Aha, you actually don’t know her.” Florence says as her nose scrunches up a little.

Oh god- is she going to tell the whole world that you guys are official?

“Oh- her?” Jimmy responds surprised.

“Yeah, I will tell you that her name is y/n but we just made it official so we haven’t been out in the public eye too much.”

“Wow, that's so exciting! Did you bring her here tonight?”

“Uhhhh, yes I did.” Florence says looking a little worried.

You are watching this with wide eyes worried that Jimmy’s going to say…

“Well where is she?! I think we all want to meet her!”

“Ah well, she is a little shy so I don’t know how she would feel about being on television.” Florence responds.

“Ah okay, well I can respect that but I feel like we have to at least ask first. We are going to go to a quick commercial break and during that we will see if we can find y/n and convince her to come out!” Jimmy says.

Yeah Florence was right you definitely weren’t fond of the idea but also that’s partly what comes with dating a movie star right?

Florence nearly busted down the door she ran into the room so fast.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t think he’d actually put me on the spot like that!” She says.

“Flo, it’s totally fine. I’ll wave to the cameras. It’s not a huge deal.”

“Y/n you really don’t have to do this, I totally get it.”

You grab her hands and pull her close, “babes I’m more than happy to. Just on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I get to pick something from your closet.” You say with a laugh gesturing towards her moving wardrobe that she brings around.

“Pick anything you want!” She says.

You pick out an outfit and fix your hair to go on and say hi to Jimmy and the audience. The lights were a lot brighter than you thought they’d be when you got up on stage.

“Y/n! So nice to meet you. I’m so glad that you were able to join us.” Jimmy says.

“Of course! This is an insanely cool opportunity, how could I pass it up?!”

“Before we continue on, I do have to say, you two just look absolutely adorable together. Doesn’t everyone else agree?” He says as the crowd starts to cheer.

You and Florence look at each other and smile when she grabs one of your hands to hold while you’re sitting on the couch next to her.

Jimmy continues on by asking how the two of you met, you both explained the story to him with a good amount of detail but maybe leaving out a point or two that not everybody else needed to know.

“Wow, so Florence you are doing something that not too many other celebrities do and are technically dating a fan, can I ask what that’s like?” Jimmy says.

“Yeah I guess I am! It’s so weird because y/n doesn’t seem like a fan, it’s different with her. She’s only been in my life for a little bit but it feels like I’ve known her for so much longer. It honestly isn’t weird at all because she respects me as a normal person and it’s fun to watch her get excited sometimes when she would meet one of my co-stars or be introduced to something that may be a normal occurrence in my life but completely crazy to her. So far, everything has been so great and I couldn’t ask for better.” As Florence says this everyone cheers and you feel almost a little overwhelmed with emotions. Hearing Florence talk about you this way made you unbelievably happy and all you were thinking is how much you’re going to kiss her when the two of you get home.

Jimmy asked a couple more questions and then signed off for the night. You and Florence thanked and waved to the crowd as you left the stage.

As soon as you two step off the stage Florence turns around and says “thank you so much for doing that with me. I hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable up there.”

“Honestly? I had a really good time and felt fairly comfortable. But now all I want to do is go home with you, have a nice hot shower and get in bed.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Florence replies.

The two of you head out of the building to where the car was waiting for you to take you back to your apartment.

“I think I’m going to take a shower now.” You say as you’re walking to the bathroom.

“Okay love!”

You walk into the bathroom and start taking off your clothes. You peek your head out the bathroom door. “Florence?” You say.

“Yeah what’s up?” She says as she walks into the bedroom.

“Are you coming?”

“Am I- oh? I didn’t know I was invited but yes please yes I’m coming.” She says as you see her excitedly skip over to the bathroom and push the door open.

*whistles* “You look SO good right now.” She says as she’s looking at you with no shirt or bra on.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah I really like this look on you. The whole no clothes thing.”

“Well then…why don’t you give me a hand and take the rest off and while you’re at it, take

yours off too.” You reply with a wink.

“Yes ma’am.” Florence says as she pulls yours and her pants down, then takes her top off.

The two of you hop in the shower and she immediately starts kissing you. She lightly pushes you against the wall holding your waist. Her hands start to make their way up your body, one on your left boob and the other on the back of your neck. She pulls you in tight as you continue to kiss harder and the water is hitting the two of you from above. You grab her waist and 180° the two of you so she's the one pushed against the wall.

You slowly bring her over to the seat in the shower and sit her down. As you do that, you’re kissing down her neck and lightly nibbling the bottom of her ear.

“Let me take care of you tonight.” You whisper in her ear.

“Fuck- yes please.” She moans out as you continue to kiss her all over.

You slide your hand down towards her thighs and start teasing her around her clit. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of touching her just yet but wanted to make sure that you could get her as wet as possible.

You gently kissed her boobs and sucked on her nipples as your finger traced circles near her clit.

“How badly do you want to feel me inside you baby?”

“So fucking badly” she moaned out.

You inserted two fingers and she threw her head back. You slowly start to pump them in and out…extremely slowly.

“Fuck- y/n stop being such a tease. I am begging you, I want you so badly right now.”

You grin and start to pump your fingers a little bit faster. When she looks like she’s starting to really enjoy it you start drawing circles on her clit with your thumb as you finger her. A moan escaped her lips which just made you want to go even faster.

“Fuck babe, I think I’m going to cum-” she says just barely able to get it out.

“Do it.”

She lets out the loudest moan and you feel her walls clench around your fingers. She thrusts her hips trying to ride out her orgasm on your fingers. While she is still sensitive you get down on your knees and start licking up all of her juices from her orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good.�� You say to her.

As you play with her clit with her tongue her hips start thrusting and her breathing gets heavy again.

“Holy shit y/n, that feels so fucking good.”

You start to flick your tongue faster and bring your hand up to insert one finger into her. Her hips are thrusting up with your head and hand moving with her. You can feel that she’s about to cum again.

She grabs a handful of your hair pulling you in tight as she screams your name and her body slowly comes down from its high.

You get off your knees and pull her up as she almost slips and falls from her legs feeling so weak. You catch her and pull her in tight as your lips crash against hers.

“How about we get you cleaned up now?” You say with a giggle.

“Very funny.”

— End of PT. 9 —

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fific7 · 3 years

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Evil Twins - Part 1

Billy Russo & Aleksander Morozova x Reader

Summary: When two worlds which have already collided then collide with yours - that’s an explosive situation.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly a mix of fluff and angst with quite a lot of lemon zest 🍋 My Fantasy Punisher/Shadow and Bone crossover AU.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral and unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

New York City

Billy Russo awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed and grabbing for his Glock. What the hell? Thunder was rumbling loudly overhead and he sighed, putting the gun back under his pillow and laying his head back down. It was probably the bright flash of the lightning followed by the beginning of the thunderclap that had awakened him.

He was just closing his eyes again when he spotted something, only vaguely visible in the dim light from outside, in the corner of his room. It was…. swirling?

Grabbing his gun again, he sat up and pointed the Glock at the corner. It was getting bigger. “You’ve got two seconds to show yourself before I blow your fucking head off,” he announced, calmly.

He squinted a bit to get a better look but it didn’t make much difference. What the fuck was it?! Smoke? He decided he had no choice and leant over, switching on the wall-mounted bedside light.

The… smoke cloud?… was still increasing, becoming bigger and blacker with every second. Then he saw the vaguest silhouette of a tall figure within it, moving towards him. He leapt out of bed, on the far side of it so it was between him and whatever the fuck this was.

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Aleksander Morozova - or General Kirigan, the Darkling, the Black Heretic, the Starless Saint, whichever of his many names he decided to call himself at any given point in time - could see a tall figure brandishing some kind of strange gun at him as he began to emerge from the swirling shadows.

Following certain unfortunate incidents - including a huge and furious argument with his darling mother - he’d decided it would be politic to get out of Ravka for a while, much as he didn’t really want to. But this wasn’t where he should’ve ended up. What was this place?

He emerged completely from the shadows and immediately felt something bounce off his kefta. He heard a ‘ding’ and looked down at the wooden floor at his feet. A bullet.

Looking quickly back up, he saw that the man opposite him was glaring at him, eyes wide and unbelieving, gun still pointing at him. He also realised that looking at this man was like looking in a mirror.

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Billy was dumbfounded. He’d just shot the fucker! And the bullet had bounced off him. Fuck. He threw the gun down onto the bed and slid his hand under his other pillow, pulling out his Ka-Bar. No way he’d get past that.

He took a moment to have a good look at the dude opposite him.

Dressed in riding boots and some kinda long black tunic thing, with a black fur-collared full-length cape over it. What a freak! Was he a goth or something? But then he realised something even freakier…. this guy looked exactly like him.

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The two of them were still contemplating each other, when finally Billy spoke. “Who are you? And what are you?”

Aleksander laughed. “Usually it’s me asking those questions.” Billy huffed, “You’re in my fuckin’ apartment, so just answer them!” He saw the guy draw himself up, and he said, “I am Aleksander Morozova, also known as General Kirigan, commander of the Second Army of the Grisha.”

“Means fuck all to me,” grunted Billy. “One name not enough for you? And why do you look like me? Are you some kinda shapeshifter or somethin’?”

“I have many names because I am centuries old. And I don’t know what a… shapeshifter?…is,” said the other, “…but I am the Shadow Summoner. And who are you? Where is this?” he waved a hand round at the apartment.

Billy scoffed, “Centuries old?!! Oh fuck off. You’re the same age as me by the looks of ya! I’m Billy Russo, ex-US Marine Lieutenant and now CEO of Anvil. That’s a security company, mainly staffed by ex-military vets. And this….” he also waved his hand around, “…is my penthouse apartment in New York City.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I have never heard of that place.”

Billy eye-rolled, “How can you not have heard of New York?!” he asked, incredulously. “And what the fuck is a Shadow Summoner?”

“It’s becoming obvious we are from two different worlds. I seem to have been diverted from my intended course, I don’t know why,” shrugged Aleksander. “Well maybe it’s time you took off to wherever it is you were headed for in the first place,” said Billy.

“It seems that I have been brought here for some specific reason,” replied Aleksander, “and it also seems I cannot leave for the moment, I have already tried.” He waved both hands around, firstly extending and then curling up his fingers, watching them closely as he did but it was clear that nothing at all was happening. “You see? Nothing. It is worrying to me. My shadows are no longer obeying my commands at present.”

Billy sighed and perched on the edge of his bed, “Great! Just fuckin’ great! This is just…! So when can you leave?” The other man spread out his arms, “I have no idea.”

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Devon, UK

Way across the Atlantic, you were already hard at work in your little bookstore in Appledore, Devon. You had a snug apartment above the store and had filled it with lots of your favourite things. It was a cute little coastal town and you loved living there. The community was small and friendly especially in the winter months, only increasing in summer with all the tourists who came to stay. As long as you made a decent living during the holiday season - which you normally did - then winter was a much calmer, chilled time of year.

You added a final book to the new display in the centre of your store and stepped back to take in how it was looking. Yeah, not bad if you did say so yourself. It was comprised of a fantasy trilogy for young adults about some ancient guy who could summon up shadows, and was a bit of a villain from what you could tell from the story synopsis on the book covers.

Not your cup of tea, to be honest. Generally speaking, all types of action stories were more your thing - something with a bit of ‘va-va-voom’. In fact, you were looking forward to tonight when you’d decided you were going to sit down with a nice tub of ice cream and rewatch one of your favourite series. The one with a relentless avenging ex-Marine whose family had been killed and his psycho ex-Marines buddy. Who happened to be rather hot to your mind.

You sighed a little, heading back behind the counter. That was the only thing about Appledore. It was a lovely place, but there was a distinct lack of hot guys.

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New York City

Billy and Aleksander were sitting on separate sofas in Billy’s living area, eyeing each other warily. Aleksander had been trying to explain to Billy all about his world, the Grisha, the Fold, volcras, Ravka, the Sun Summoner, sand skiffs - as much as he could.

It had blown Billy’s mind, to be honest. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In turn, he’d explained all about his military career and the shitshow which had eventually developed once he’d come back to New York. Aleksander looked as equally confused as Billy.

Billy sighed, “I mean, what the hell are you gonna do? You don’t belong here. I need to go to work in a couple of hours. I’m not leaving you here so I’d need to take you to Anvil with me, and you sure as hell can’t go out looking like that.”

Aleksander looked down at his kefta which he’d unbuttoned. His cape was draped over the back of the sofa. “What is wrong with the way I look?” he huffed. “S’pose I could always say you were going to a Comic Con,” muttered Billy. “A what?” “A Comic Con. it’s where fans of fantasy comics go to have fun. They dress up as their favourite characters sometimes. I could always say it was cosplay.”

Aleksander shook his head, “I still don’t understand what you’re talking about. Are you saying I’d look out of place in my uniform? All the Grisha wear these,” he pointed at his kefta. “Not what we wear here,” said Billy, “…and I still don’t get why you look so much like me.”

“I have no idea!” said Aleksander, through gritted teeth, “I told you that already!” “Alright, alright! Calm down.” “I AM CALM!!!” roared the other man.

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New York City

Slightly later that morning, Billy was showered, suited and booted and ready for work. He’d persuaded his uninvited visitor to put on a borrowed leather jacket of Billy’s over his kefta as Aleksander refused to take it off. He’d also made him put on a pair of black trainers, which he’d done very reluctantly. These two items had instantly transformed the freaky-looking guy into someone at least a little more acceptable to your average New Yorker.

Aleksander was wriggling around in the jacket, “It’s not very comfortable.” Billy heaved yet another large sigh - he felt like this was all he’d been doing this morning - “Look, just wear it! You’ll get used to it.” He noticed the other guy sniffing at the collar of the jacket, then his eyes lifted to Billy’s, “You wear perfume?!” “Men’s cologne,” snapped Billy, “or aftershave, as it’s also known because - guess what! - you use it after you’ve shaved!”

His fingers stroking his chin, Aleksander nodded, “Okay, that I understand. We do not use this perfume in Ravka.” “Cologne!” yelled Billy. “Fine, cologne then. Why don’t you like it when I call it perfume? That’s what it is, after all.” “Women wear perfume. Men wear cologne. Okay? Now c’mon, I’m gonna be late.”

Billy strode over to his front door and tried to open it. The handle wouldn’t budge. He shook it, rattled it, pulled the door handle back and forward, exerting more and more strength but nothing worked. He stood back from the door. “It won’t open,” he said, rather unnecessarily. He looked at Aleksander, “Is this you? Or something to do with you?” “No!” he protested, “I have nothing to do with this.”

A somewhat raspy female voice spoke from behind them, “No, but I do.”

The two men swung round, both gaping as they saw that there were what could only be described as rippling waves distorting the whole interior of Billy’s flat. The light had also diminished quite drastically and then they both saw a woman’s head and shoulders start to become defined and then fully visible in amongst the ripples. She seemed to float there at head height but she obviously wasn’t physically present.

“Mother!” exclaimed Aleksander.

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Devon, UK

You snuggled down amongst the soft cushions on your sofa, tub of ice cream and spoon in hand and scrolled to the series you were looking for. It was quite gory in places but you loved it - except for the bit right at the end where the hot dude got killed. That made you sad although you couldn’t deny he definitely had psychopathic tendencies.

As you were looking for the one you wanted to watch, another series caught your eye in the ‘Suggested for You’ section. Hey, it must be based on that trilogy of books you had in the store right now. Maybe you’d give it a try after you’d finished your current one.

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New York City

“Mother?” echoed Billy, “….what’s going on here?!”

The woman’s head swivelled towards him then back to Aleksander. “My two boys, together again. How sweet.”

“What!?” said the two men in tandem. She gave a bitter laugh, “How I managed to produce two such problematic children, I’ll never know.” “What are you talking about, Baghra?” ground out Aleksander. Billy was just standing there, dumbfounded and looking between the two of them when suddenly her glare focussed in on him.

“Maxim.” Billy returned her stare, “I’m Billy!” he corrected her. She shook her head, “You will forever be Maxim to me. And as I’m your mother, do not argue with me. Now…. no doubt Aleksander has been making a great fuss about how he’s many centuries old, has he?” “He did mention it,” said Billy, begrudgingly. She nodded, “I thought he might have. Listen to me, both of you. You are twins, so obviously you were born within minutes of each other. To me.” The two men exchanged glances, before looking back at her. “It became obvious to me that Aleksander - from a relatively early age - was going to cause himself and everyone around him nothing but trouble and strife, so I took a radical step.” “What did you do, Baghra?” questioned Aleksander.

“If you’d have patience, I’m trying to tell you!” she snapped, before continuing, “I got one of the few Heartrenders in existence at that time to take Maxim out of Ravka to a secret location. There, he placed him in long-term suspended animation. When you…” she pointed an accusatory finger at Aleksander, “….started all that nonsense with the Sun Summoner and hunting for the stag, I travelled with another Heartrender to where Maxim was, and brought him out of his enforced hibernation. I had to protect him as there was no guarantee you’d survive, Aleksander.” She stared at his scowling face and carried on speaking.

“He had no memories remaining of his past life and so I took him into the forest, there is a portal there which only I know of. There used to be more knew about it but I am the only one left now. Other universes can be reached through it. And I decided to send Maxim to another one. This one. It was only three months ago in Ravkan time, but in this universe more than thirty years have passed.”

“Wait… what?!” Billy was pissed. “You… you just threw me into some portal and walked away? Not knowing where I would end up?” “I had to save one of my sons!” she spat out, “…the other one had lost his mind and was on a collision course with disaster!” Billy put his head in his hands, before looking up again and raging at her, “I was abandoned for a second time by the woman I thought was my mother in this universe! She was a drug user, a total mess! I was placed in an orphanage… it was terrible!” He saw a remorseful look pass over her face for a split second, “I am sorry, Maxim! But I had no choice. Then I had to step in again when he…” pointing again at Aleksander, “….was nearly killed by volcras. I managed to get him to the portal before he fully regained consciousness. He thinks it was his idea to leave Ravka after we had an argument, but I managed to plant that idea in his mind before I pushed him into the portal.”

Billy and Aleksander both snorted in unison, then glanced at each other again. Billy looked back at her, “You’re sorry? That doesn’t quite cover it. I went to war! And now I’m in a very bad situation due to things which went down in Afghanistan during that war.” Aleksander chipped in, “And how dare you make a decision like sending me to another universe without consulting me first?”

The sigh Baghra gave echoed round the apartment. “You are a pair of ungrateful whelps! And now it sounds like I have to get you of trouble too!” She pointed at Billy this time. “I firstly had to find some very old documents about it, but I managed to find out how to enter the limbo section of the portal, which this is, because I wished to speak to both of you before I sent you on your next journey.” She lifted her hands and swirled them around in a kind of ritualistic fashion, “Be on your way to the next universe!” she chanted, and suddenly the rippling got even more pronounced.

Billy and Aleksander began feeling overwhelmingly dizzy, feeling as if they were falling but in fact realised they seemed to be rushing through time and space.

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Devon, UK

It was Saturday tomorrow so because you could sleep in a bit as you opened later, you finished the first series (but not the second one - it always upset you) of the one you’d originally been watching, and had then moved on to the one based on the trilogy.

You peered more closely at your TV screen - yeah! you were right, the hot bad guy looked so similar to the hot bad dude in the other series they could be twins! Was it the same actor? You’d need to check on the credits but it must be, surely.

No reflection on the series you were watching, but having finished your ice cream you dozed off during episode 6.

You woke up - you had no idea how much later - and as you sat up slightly, realised that you were feeling very strange. Standing up from the sofa, you were so dizzy that you collapsed back down onto it. You tried not to panic, but you’d no clue as to why you felt so unwell all of a sudden.

Then you noticed that your apartment appeared to be rippling. Rippling??!! What the…. The rippling waves began to die down a little and you were suddenly aware of two looming figures standing over you. Their outlines and features slowly became more defined, more solid, and eventually you realised you were looking up at both the hot bad dudes from the TV.

Of course you were.

Okay, your reeling mind said to you, maybe the celestial Powers That Be had been listening when you were complaining about the lack of hot guys in your town.

They were both looking down at you, clear interest in their eyes. Maybe because you were wearing silky shorts with matching tank T. Your sleepwear didn’t leave too much to the imagination.

So you stared at them, and they stared right back at you, although again you were acutely aware of two sets of very dark eyes roaming all over your body.

You wondered if someone had spiked your ice cream.

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violetlilysunshine · 3 years

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He’s Not My Harry

Boyfriend Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Summary: You’re presenting at Comic Con and a fan asks you a question about your relationships with Harry and Tom.

WC: 1,550

Warnings: A little angsty maybe??? But nothing really

A/N: I’ve never been to Comic Con so I don’t really know how it works, also written before Tomdaya, so don’t at me.

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Your new show was invited to present at Comic Con this year and you were over the moon. You were already planning to go to Comic Con, since Harry would be there with Tom, but now you got to be featured as well. You hadn’t seen Harry in way too long. You and Tom had filmed together in Atlanta, becoming fast friends. After he had introduced you to Harry, you guys hit it off immediately, quickly becoming a couple.

The distance had been pretty hard on the both of you, but you were still going strong after two years. You and Harry made your relationship public just a week before Comic Con, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off each other once you reunited. You posted a casual, “Happy two years,” and a cute picture, keeping it short and sweet, mimicking Harrison and Grace. Harry on the other hand seized the opportunity and posted, “Two years. Gotcha beat Haz and Grace,” making sure to tag them both. Luckily, they found it funny and you all laughed it off.

You both had gotten more positive messages than you were expecting, but quite a bit of hate as well. You expected to get some, but didn’t really think people would be sending as much to Harry as they were. You felt really bad about it, but he reassured you over and over that he was fine. The absolute last thing you were prepared for, was how much hate he was getting because the fans were shipping you with Tom instead.

The boys got in last night and Harry called you immediately upon leaving the airport. He texted you again as they were pulling into the hotel and you bolted down the stairs. You found them at the front desk, checking in together and Harry was just taking a room key.

He turned around, spotting you standing by the staircase. His face broke into a giant smile, his eyes lighting up at your presence. You skipped across the room, jumping into his arms immediately as he dropped his bag, his other hand still holding his phone and key as he wrapped it around your waist.

“Hey, Red,” you greeted him quietly in his ear as you snuggled into his neck.

He rubbed his face deeper into your hair, “hi, darling,” he whispered back.

You pulled back slightly, arms still latched around his neck, and pulled him into a deep kiss. You were glad that you’d posted together because you wouldn’t have been able to hold back.

When you pulled away, you saw some fans taking pictures scattered across the lobby, but you weren’t all that worried about it. You’d kind of expected it, and most of their focus was on Tom anyway.

“Alright, you lot, c’mon,” Tom called, picking up his bag and heading towards the elevators.

You unwrapped from Harry, taking his camera bag over your shoulder as he grabbed his larger suitcase.

“Alright, love, so I’m in 615 with Harrison,” he told you as you waited for the elevator, “you can drop by whenever you like, alright?”

“Oh,” you answered in a small voice, smile dropping just slightly.

“What is it?” he asked gently.

“Well, I sorta thought maybe you could stay with me...”

“Oh, well, I didn’t know what you wanted to do, so I just got this one with Harrison. It’s connected to Tom’s too, but uh, I’d rather be with you if that’s what you want,” he said with a smile.

“Hey!” Harrison called turning around.

“Sorry bro, but do you really blame me?” Harry said, smirking.

“Whatever, div,” Harrison turned back around, climbing into the elevator behind Tom.

“Okay, we’re in 710,” you told him, as well as Tom and Harrison, passing Harry your second key.

“Maybe I should write the numbers on them so I don’t get ‘em mixed up,” Harry laughed.

You giggled back, looping your arm around his wrist.

~~~~~

Waking up next to Harry was your favorite thing in the world; you loved feeling his arm carelessly thrown over you and his legs tangled with yours. You loved seeing his sleepy morning smile and crazy bed head curls. You loved hearing his raspy morning voice and his grumbles as he awoke. You’d never get enough of it or him.

You rolled over this morning to find his eyes already on you; you smiled gently, bringing a hand up to push the curls off his forehead.

“Morning, baby,” he said, pulling you closer.

“Mmm, hi,” you whispered.

“Wish we could stay like this forever,” he said, leaning forward to kiss along your jawline.

You giggled as his hair brushed over your face, “unfortunately, we both have things to do.”

“Mmm yeah, stupid work,” he grunted, tucking into your neck, pressing a few kisses to your skin before mumbling, “stupid Tom.”

You laughed loudly at that, knowing he was just joking and he didn’t really think badly of his brother.

You giggled again, pulling his head up to kiss him for real. He held your kiss for a moment, before pulling away. He brushed his fingers against your skin under your shirt, just watching you for a moment. You giggled under his intense gaze.

“What time are your panels, darling?” he questioned gently.

You rattled off what you could remember before asking, “why?”

“Well I wanna come to as many as I can o’course! Maybe bring the guys with me just for fun.”

“Mmkay,” you giggled, before pulling him in for a few more slow kisses.

Before you knew it, your alarm was going off, “have to get up and get ready,” you said sadly.

“Me too. Was supposed to be at Tom’s half an hour ago,” he chuckled.

You slapped his chest lightly before rolling out of bed to get ready for the day.

He chuckled deeply, watching you fiddling around and getting your stuff together for a second before getting out of bed to do the same.

~~~~~

You weren’t really expecting anyone to bring Harry up today in your panel, but of course, three questions in, someone said something.

“Hi, um, my question is for Y/N,” the fan said timidly into the microphone.

“Hey, darling!” you cheered with a big smile, “what’s up?”

“Um, well I saw you posted a happy two years with Harry, and I was wondering why you picked him instead of Tom?”

Your face dropped instantly, lips curling down and eyes losing their sparkle. You stared blankly at the fan before asking, “are you serious?” in a low voice.

The fan just looked back at you, nodding only the slightest bit.

You took a deep breath, glancing at the ceiling before opening your mouth. You opened and closed it a few times, trying to figure out how to handle the situation.

“I know that the smart thing to do here would be to not answer that question, but I’m going to,” you breathed, “I’m going to answer it once and that’s that,” you said finally. “Let me start with this: I hate that question because it sounds like ‘why’d you settle for Harry when you could have had Tom?’” you paused, “it makes it seem like Harry is less than Tom and that is absolutely not true at all,” you took a break there, breathing deeply.

You noticed fans were beginning to chatter in the audience, pointing at the boys sitting in the front row. You noticed the look on Harry’s face and after that, all you could see was red.

“I don’t need you to point at them, guys, I know they’re there,” you spoke tenderly into the mic, chuckling a little bit so as not to scream.

You continued your answer, speaking slowly, “Tom and Harry are not one-in-the-same. They’re not interchangeable. They are two completely different people. Harry offers me things that no one else in the world ever could. He’s kind and smart and beautiful and confident and genuine and hardworking and so, so incredibly talented and one of the absolute greatest people you could ever surround yourself with,” your voice started to falter as you got choked up, almost crying from anger, “and not that Tom isn’t all of those things, but he’s not my Harry. Tom is great and one of my best friends in the world and I’m so grateful for that, but... I love Harry so much that it hurts,”

You took another break, glancing at the ceiling again to try and keep yourself from losing it, “and if anyone puts him down in front of me again, I’m absolutely going to lose my shit. So…” you trailed off, chuckling again, “so, in conclusion, they’re very different and while Tom is great, Harry is the best. Next question, please.”

You turned to face the fan on the other side of the audience, placing your mic in your lap and tossing your hair behind your shoulder. You took a deep breath, shaking off your anger, and looking at Harry in the audience again. His happy expression had returned now, his eyes brightening and a very small smile gracing his features. You gave him a tight lipped smile back mouthing, “I love you,” to him quickly.

He mouthed, “I love you more,” back, making your smile grow even wider.

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prof-peach · 3 years

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Are you excited for Legend of Arceus and if so did you order/pre-order it?

Bonus Question: what is the thing you are exited for the most in it and what are scared they will mess up?

Grey is currently playing it, we didn’t pre-order but downloaded it while making coffee this morning. It’s….something haha, literally just sat down to play, well watch him play.

I am excited sure, it’s a new game, no fan isn’t at least a little hype about it. If I had finished my work in time, maybe I’d be playing it now haha, but hey ho, gotta get jobs done first.

I am most excited for open world, proper open world, finally! Plus I love ANY game with crafting mechanics, I like gathering and making stuff in and out of video games, so I’m really glad they introduced some of that.

I am least excited for….hm, I don’t know. It all seems like a good step forward, first game that’s broken the norms in 25 years, that is main series worthy imo. Not keen on the whole mix of heritage, but I suppose that fits the games energy, a hotpot of different cultures. They could have leaned more into the era, the general looks of it all (i don’t like the brick buildings in town that looks very European, compared to a very Japanese style infrastructure, but that’s just me, nothing huge to be bummed out about). Gotta say I don’t like the phone. Haaaaaaate the phone. I get why they put it in, so kids can relate, they all have em these days, but like. I played A LOT of red dead redemption, both games, and a hand drawn journal, and actual paper map were so much more accurate and engaging, and I wish they’d done that with this game. It hurts my heart that there’s a phone, really disconnects for me.

I will reserve any true judgements until playing it, but Grey has called his character ‘Foot’ and it’s making all the dialog ridiculous, we’re both giggling at it like idiots. He’s more critical than I am about the designs and choices they made with some Pokemon, and while I don’t like some of them, that’s a me problem, and no one else’s, so I hope to warm to at least some of them when I finally play it!

I will say one thing, I’m lucky to be drawing a comic based on this game, things that bug me I can just change, the buildings and architecture for example will get a hella overhaul when I get to it, because it truly could be beautiful, the eras heritage could have been shown off a lot more and while I’m no historic expert, I plan to delve deeper than what’s shown in game so far!

What about you, did you preorder? What’s your pros and cons for the new game?

#pokemon #ooc #pokemon legends arceus

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tomatograter · 4 years

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New to the fandom, Could you explain June? 💯 Love and support her. But homestuck 2 doesn't have her and I'm just confused?

June Egbert precedes the concept of homestuck^2! I’ve seen a lot of people be confused about this because they weren’t active on the fandom at the time the epilogues dropped, when reading her as a trans woman got a lot of discussion going and eventually lead to multiple confirmations.

So here’s an attempt at contextualization:

Throughout Homestuck, a few key ideas about Egbert’s identity and motivation to push forward with her hero’s journey are dropped like breadcrumbs. She’s meant to play the default straight-man protagonist. Her defining traits are ridiculously… generic, when compared to how all the other kids present themselves and stick to exaggerated bits. She’s a perfectly normal, regular suburban kid with normal, suburban issues.

She may not leave her room a whole lot. She may not have a lot of real life friends in the neighborhood. She holds a comical irritation for the concept of birthdays, even though her father is extremely supportive, and is delighted to see his son grow up nice and healthy. There’s no reason for her to be so irrationally upset at cakes and gifts, and that’s what makes the setup funny! June doesn’t even know why she’s annoyed with half of the things that annoy her, what the heck.

But under all that playing around there is a sense that her life is so normal, so blasé, so unexciting and limiting and hollow and fake that she’d give anything to not be herself, even if only for ten minutes. This goes way, way back. It’s why June needs SBURB to happen.

June lives as though her life hasn’t started yet. She’s stuck in the Tutorial stage. I would argue while most kids (and trolls) play SBURB to escape a shitty environment or the end of the world as they know it, June plays for a simpler reason: She needs to escape herself, and she needs to do it before it is too late.

Being thirteen means crossing the homeric abyss between being a child with no care for the world sporting a generic hand-me-down identity and becoming a Teen (capital T) who needs to figure out how to cope with atrocious bodily changes while building the adult they’re meant to be AND deciding what the fuck they want out of life, and how they’re going to work to get it, forever and ever.

When you’re trans, and you don’t yet know you’re trans (or that this is a thing you’re even ALLOWED to be) the above feels a lot like serving a life sentence for an intangible crime.

You know what you’re supposed to do. You’ve seen it on tv, you’ve heard it from your dad, you know what are the normal trials and tribulations. You know you'll grow a few pimples and stubble and you'll need to learn how to shave, obviously, because it's basically a tradition in your family, and no one is really happy to be a teen. You know at some point you'll find a nice girl and you'll grow a hat out of your skull and then you will have to pay taxes and maybe you will have a baby daughter? You'd like it to be a daughter for no particular reason. And when you get a daughter you're going to name her Casey and she's going to be adorable and this is something you've dedicated a lot of thought to. Maybe its because you thought Nic Cage looked really cool with those long flowing locks in con air, the movie who featured a trans woman as a minor character for a few minutes (and she gets quite a bit of compliments, regardless of how the movie has aged), and he had a really exciting life, but goddamn did he love his daughter. There is no purer love than the bond between a father and his daughter.

This absolutely has nothing to do with your father and you, or how you hold no excitement for becoming an adult man, or how your father's excitement for you becoming an adult man in your stead feels a little stifling.

But i digress.

June spends her time on SBURB mostly hassling karkat, and readily following the instructions of zany, dangerous, COOL girls that seem to know what they're doing. June lets Terezi lead her to certain death without blinking. June lets Vriska dress her up as soon as opportunity presents itself. June thinks its really funny to trick this troll Who Types Really Oddly into believing she's Rose, and also into believing that she's a very silly girl. You may even say Homestuck employs a few of jokes pertaining to how her name looks like EGG !

June has a ball playing this game until it starts to get shitty. She's never able to mend her relationship with her dad, as he's one of the first causalities. She has to spend a lot of time waiting around with jade on a ship until things get cool and exciting again, but she never stops growing during those three years. Its fine, though, because there's always more things to be done and more people to fight.

Until there aren't, and they make a new earth, and while everyone cheers and claps for the birth of a new planet June realizes all her excuses are over. Her friends begin to grow up. Rose gets married. Jade is living her best life. Dave has a not-boyfriend glued to his hip. Jane has a job. Jake is on TV for some reason. June doesn't want to leave home. June's birthday is around the corner again. Here come all the congratulations for becoming a strong lad for yet another year! Vriska is gone. Terezi is gone. SBURB is over. Wacky hijinks have been swapped for real-ass, boring-ass Regular life. We watch her unsuccessfully chase after the glory of days gone by when Rose presents her the possibility of going back into the game, when things were cool and mattered, or her flimsy decision to settle down with a nice girl she hasn’t really made an effort to know and become a father and be absolutely miserable for four decades as she asserts nothing is real, not anymore, and this is just how it is.

Depersonalization, depression and general apathy towards the world are all pronounced aspects of dysphoria that seem like unrelated incidents for someone who hasn't came out yet. June's trainwreck of a life post-game, specially her feeling of hollowness and chasing after anything that could fill it struck a chord with trans readers who left the epilogues to read HS again and discovered this has always sort of been here. June being a trans woman who doesn't have the proper vocabulary to express she is a trans woman makes a lot of earlier bits from the comic click into place, now in a broader context. We settled in the name "June" because it's what she imagines Vriska is calling her at some point, amid laughs, but even that was discussed for a lengthy period last year. What would she want to be called, what are possible tags for this, etc. But it was mostly for fun and games, because the prospect of the protagonist of a 10 year old beloved cult series being ACTUALLY confirmed as a trans woman just wasn't something that was done.

Until word got around to Andrew Hussie and he was reportedly so pleased with this interpretation of events he’d be making references to it, and some time later, a box of toblerones was left in a cave as a gift for fans to find. The first person to find a toblerone thought it would be funny to dedicate it to June, because now she was an ongoing reference that was fun to make. Instead of it ending there, Hussie logs on twitter for the first time in a long while to say 'Oh yeah, i'll make it happen' and that's when the whole thing exploded. I have a post detailing this made a year ago (with pictures!) so i won't keep you here.

In the year since, June has been vaguely alluded to in Pesterquest (in jade's end card, she's having her nails painted by rose.) Has been widely adopted by the community, those making their own fanventures and continuations, and the team behind Homestuck^2. In every way that matters, she's already thriving within the community that brought her to light a year ago. But her coming out in canon is something that will take time and a proper narrative arc to happen, one that is still being set up. We know it'll come eventually, the only question is “how”.

Not that the wind waits for anyone.

#meta #june egbert #homestuck #homestuck 2

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What We Do in the Shadows: Sunrise, Sunset (4x10)

The finale already. This season zipped right by!

Cons:

I honestly felt pretty underwhelmed by this finale, I think because it was focused on the Colin plot, which was ultimately not super successful in my opinion. I get it, he's an angsty teenager now... and then he becomes a full adult and resumes being Colin Robinson, seemingly with no memory of his year being raised by Lazlo. I guess if I describe this scenario, it's kind of funny, but seeing it play out just didn't really make me smile all that much. I am happy to have adult Energy Vampire Colin Robinson back in our lives, though, he really is such a funny part of the show and I'm thinking I might enjoy him again in season five now that we're through the gauntlet.

The night club has officially failed, with Nadja's last terrible idea being to burn it to the ground to get the insurance money, only to discover she doesn't have insurance, and only her office, the room with her secret stash of embezzled money, has burned, the rest of the club untouched because of the blood sprinklers. There were some funny moments here that I'll get to, but again I felt a little underwhelmed.

Just, as an overall statement about this finale... at the end of last week's review I praised the fact that we'd left our characters in dire straights, each of them having lost something that had been their focus all season. This finale continued that, truly setting things back into the familiar patterns we saw all the way back in season one of the show. Nandor's not married, Lazlo's not trying to be a father, Nadja doesn't own a club, Guillermo is single and aimless. And this, of course, is the point. It's stated in the episode, Guillermo laments it.

But the thing is, a story about how things are stagnant is... still a stagnant story. I remember when this season started I had been looking forward to seeing Guillermo and Nadja's antics overseas, the gang split up, new settings and new faces. And then no, we pretty quickly reverted to the status quo, and this season has been about small developments starting to happen, and then all of those developments just going away. So I'm left feeling like this whole season was just treading water, after several of the characters specifically and actively wished for it to change. It's odd, because I think what I'm picking up on is exactly what the show was going for, but that doesn't mean I totally liked it.

The final beat for Guillermo being that he's finally going to become a vampire is great, and I hope we see that happen next season, or maybe it's temporary or he finds out his blood means he can't be changed, but I hope shenanigans ensue from that. At the same time, I worry that what we'll get will be another reset with no real forward motion. There's only so long a show like this can sustain itself under its own momentum, you know?

Pros:

Obviously there were still plenty of funny moments. I loved Guillermo and Lazlo's parenting scenes, especially when they were teamed up together as Colin's two dads. Colin finding the secret entrance and learning the truth of his original life from meticulous diaries was also a good bit. The insurance thing, Nadja literally burning money in her effort to get a payout she was never eligible for, I loved that. Also seeing how the nightclub went downhill, hosting bachelorette parties and kid's birthdays before the end. Nandor's ineffective methods of talking to surly teen Colin Robinson. Colin having a play date with the kids he'd comically outgrown. All very fun.

(And the singing of "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof was a nice touch, that did make me smile.)

Also, I do like this as an end point for Guillermo for the season, the way he's refusing to sit back and just let life keep happening to him. As an audience member, you want it to matter, that Nandor hurt Guillermo. You want him to pay penance, to apologize, to realize the depth of his wrong. But Nandor is a vampire. He's just going to spend a couple measly decades reading books, and it doesn't matter to him, because he doesn't conceive of time in the same way humans do. So yeah, I do love that Guillermo has finally had enough, even if I'm not sure how this will actually manifest in any meaningful dynamic shifts moving forward.

In all, I think last week's bonkers and very polarizing episode made this one feel tame by comparison. And tame isn't exactly the note I want to leave on with a season finale. Remember season three's ending, how wild it was, how everything was going to change? Well, here we are. I'm still excited to watch season five, this show still makes me smile every week in numerous ways big and small. But yeah, honestly, I found this finale pretty lackluster.

6.5/10

#review #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows review #wwdits #wwdits review

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