#the jimmy detail in this is not one people pick up on

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

Catalyst

so in my au which i'm totally not using to cope or anything haha, after realizing that curly isn't going to do anything about jimmy, anya confides in swansea and he goes Protective Dad Mode. i'm calling this the "Responsibility AU." ramble below cut.

swansea doesn't immediately go after jimmy with an axe or anything because 1. they're not in a high stress life/death crash situation and 2. anya specifically requests that swansea not enact violence upon jimmy after swansea says, and i quote, "i'm gonna beat his ass." anya just wants to feel safer and more supported on the ship—she doesn't want swansea to get in trouble even if jimmy does deserve to get destroyed by 10000 punches.

what swansea can do is watch out for anya and make sure she's never alone in a room with jimmy. if there's a situation where she has to be alone with jimmy (like the psych evals), she and swansea have a system where she can signal for help. with anya's permission, swansea asks daisuke to help look out for her too (without telling him the details as to why since that's anya's right to share or not). daisuke has already picked up at this point that something is wrong based on how much more hostile swansea's become towards jimmy, and he trusts his boss, so he agrees without much question.

anya, feeling less alone now that she has people watching her back, gains more confidence to stand up to jimmy. which makes him angry because his unwanted advances are being denied and swansea and daisuke keep getting in his way. he just can't understand why he's being treated as the bad guy here (this is because he is a delusional asshole).

meanwhile curly is slowly realizing that he needs to actually do something here because the tension in the crew is palpable and increasing by the day. also swansea is being mighty passive aggressive to him and talking about "responsibility" a lot. curly keeps trying to talk to jimmy about it but the guy just keeps downplaying it and blaming everyone else but himself. and curly is realizing that his friend isn't who he thought he was.

it all comes to a head one day when an angry jimmy tries to confront anya alone and swansea steps in. things get heated, people start yelling. curly show up to see swansea and jimmy on the verge of fighting with anya and daisuke trying to hold them back respectively. curly breaks up the fight. jimmy storms off. curly follows him and finds him trying to get the gun from the case in the cockpit. curly asks him why he's doing this and jimmy claims it's for his own protection because he feels "threatened by swansea." he tells curly to give him the code. curly, the sheer wrongness of the whole situation hitting him, finally calls jimmy out on all his bs. jimmy just laughs in his face, still believing that he's not in the wrong and curly doesn't have the guts to do anything anyway. so the captain fires him on the spot. jimmy snaps and he and curly get into a fight in the cockpit. jimmy is trying to crash the ship and curly is trying to stop him. then the rest of the crew show up and anya knocks jimmy's ass out with the gun case. swansea is so proud.

they throw jimmy in the cryopod so they don't have to worry about him pulling anything else and he can be properly dealt with once the stupid delivery is over. everyone's like, "wow that was a close one—could you imagine how messed up it would be if we ended up in a crash because of jimmy? thank god that didn't happen." curly makes swansea the copilot until they can get a replacement and swansea's like, "goddammit as if i don't already do enough shit around here."

anyway my whole goal here was to get rid of jimmy early so i can have beautiful Found Family shenanigans in space with the rest of the crew. apologies and healing and happy times will happen. no the whole getting laid off thing doesn't happen. no i don't have an explanation for it. sorry for the essay.

[wandurlvst]

camping the night

the drover x gn!reader

notes: so guys like WHY ISNT THERE ANY FAN FICS ABOUT THE DROVER??? I SEARCHED BOTH AO3 AND TUMBLR IM SO MAD. i feel like thanos “fine. i’ll do it myself 🗿” type shit. i'm also writing this while im watching the jimmy kimmel interview with hugh and ryan- you can tell im obsessed

warnings: the scene of him bathing only i’m gonna rewrite it sorta?, the sexual tension omfg, hugh jackman (he’s a warning in and of itself in the good way) im not even going to try to attempt to use over the top australian slang since i am NOT australian myself and i do not want to get anything wrong

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“aight, let’s rest up here for the night.” the drover said as you two approached a large tree. it was a frequent spot to stop at on long trips like these to the city.

you followed him, leaving the small group of cattle to graze the little amounts of grass that was around. hopping off your own horse, you hitched him on the tree.

“let’s see about starting a fire- wake up early tomorrow to get a head start.” the drover unpacked his things. you had been accustomed to this life ever since you were a child. your father—joined the war, died. your mother, gotten sick from TB, died. so, this life adopted you instead of the other way round.

luckily, you met the drover at the local bar. who helped you pick your life up and start new—start fresh. he saw your skills on horseback- knew how to herd cattle from your father before he went off to war. you had many skills, as one does, but droving was your strongest.

“hey.” he snapped his fingers in front of your face, which brought you out of your thoughts. “quit horsin’ around. start collecting firewood yeah?" he ordered. "alright- quit your shouting." you protested, "i don't want to hear it, just get to work."

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time passed and night fell quickly. you two spent the night chatting, sharing a meal and everything in between. you always enjoyed the moments you and him had together--small or big. from then on, your feelings for him only grew. which wasn't a surprise. he was caring in his own way- always looked out for the people around him.

you were in your own thoughts watching the cattle--making sure they don't wander off. leaning against the tree while sitting on the floor, barely keeping awake.

you yawned, turning back to the camp to check on drover--you found him bathing. this usually doesn't happen. you've seen him shirtless countless times but nothing like this.

you quickly looked away--leaning back against the large tree. thinking to yourself and processing the sight before you. from what you saw at the sudden glance--he was lathered in the soap, chest to hips. you couldn't help yourself and peeked again, this time you watched each and every little detail.

he picked up a bucket of water he filled earlier--tipping it over his head and letting it pour over his body. you couldn't look away this time. it was like you were forced to watch every second and you didn't mind at all. you barely noticed the heavy breathing coming from your mouth.

the drover turned around but before he could see you taking a peek you returned to your position sitting against the tree. then, footsteps started approaching you, “oh crikey…” you sighed.

the drover was leaning against the tree using his arm, he looked down at you. “you rest, i’ll watch em” he said in a low voice. you looked up and was greeted by his dripping wet frame.

the water soaked the top of his pants, you watched as droplets were still trickling down his chest and over his abs. you were in your own world and you didn’t hear anything he said.

but of course, he noticed. “oi. what’s wrong- ya burnin up?” kneeling down, he held his hand to your forehead—likely because he saw how red you turned in the face. he was so close you could barely function properly.

“i- uh-“ stuttering only escaped your mouth, you needed space. the mere proximity of him overwhelms you. “no- i’m just…” you stood up and he did the same. you were face to face with him again—your plan to distance yourself for air was futile.

you felt his breath on your face, his own body heat adding to your own. “i’m just tired.” avoiding his eye contact, he held your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. “i’m sure it’s more than that.” he said softly, he placed his hands on your exposed arms, the drover felt how the rest of your body was affected by him.

“need a bath of your own to cool down, hm?”

[worldlxvlys]

i NEED a wedding day typa thing with matt where hes just stressing and his vows are cuter than anything and he admires u while ur walking down the aisle that typa shit

long enough

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: noneeeee

a/n: hope you likeee <33

don’t cry. don’t cry, don’t cry.

i took a deep breath as i stared at the doors, waiting for her to come through them.

i’ve waited for this day for so long, and now that it was actually happening it felt surreal.

“please stand”

as i watched everyone collectively stand up i felt a rush of nerves take over me.

this was really happening.

i wasn’t in my 9th grade science class, watching her expertly mix chemicals together, day dreaming about marrying her.

we weren’t studying for our math test together, her explaining how to solve the problem while i zoned out, imagining how amazing she would be at planning our wedding.

i wasn’t watching her walk down the stairs on prom night, finally seeing which dress she chose, thinking about what it’d be like to see her in her wedding dress for the first time.

now, i was living it.

every minute i spent longing for her, all of the pain i went through waiting for her, it all led up to this exact moment.

chris, most likely picking up on my nerves, patted my shoulder lightly from his spot beside me.

i momentarily glanced over to him, and he gave me a slight nod.

nick, who was on the other side of him, gave me a quick thumbs up.

i took another deep breath, attempting to relax, as i watched the doors in anticipation.

the moment they opened up, i lost it.

i let out a quick breath, tears welling in my eyes when i saw her standing there.

i held my breath for a second while i took in her dress. it was perfect for her.

the white seemed to make her glow, only adding to her natural beauty.

the top of the dress was lined with intricate designs, with a touch of lace to top it off.

the straps were thin, but not too thin, a detail of the dress she was adamant about being perfect.

the bottom of the dress was long, but not long enough where she had to worry about it dragging behind her too much.

the dress had a small slit going up her leg. it wasn’t anything too crazy, just long enough for me to see the lace garter decorating her thigh, peeking through when she walked.

it was unlikely that anyone else even saw it, however, i was purposefully looking for it.

the dress just screamed her. it was simple, yet so unique. the extravagance wasn’t in the dress itself, but in the details.

it was clear that she put an abundance of time and thought into picking out the dress, and it paid off.

“oh my god” i whispered under my breath, attempting to blink back my tears.

READER’S POV

“take a breath” mary lou spoke as she rubbed my back gently.

i was currently staring at the doors in anticipation, my hands shaking lightly.

i did as she said, inhaling through my nose and out of my mouth.

“i’ll be next you the whole time, sweetheart” she smiled at me.

my parents and i were on less than optimal terms, as they liked to call it.

at least, that’s what they said when people asked about it.

they were never there for me, but mary lou and jimmy were. i never even had to ask her to be the one to walk me down the aisle, we both always knew it would be her.

“i’m so grateful for you” i told her, my voice wavering slightly.

she pulled me into a hug, giving me a slight squeeze.

“good, cause you’re stuck with me” she chuckled.

after waiting a few more minutes, the doors finally opened.

everyone’s head turned to me, and my eyes widened slightly under the pressure of so many people’s gaze.

“you’re ok” she whispered to me, knowing how i would react.

my eyes found matt’s across the aisle, and my focus on everyone else completely faded away.

tears were streaming down his face as he stared at me in awe.

i took in his appearance, and almost melted right there.

he looked so good.

his suit was crisp, no doubt the result of him making sure it was hanging at all times. knowing him, he probably never even took it out of the protective bag, wanting it to stay wrinkle-free.

his tie was tied perfectly, the result of him watching youtube videos repeatedly, needing to master the skill. (mary lou ended up having to teach him how to do it over facetime.)

every piece of his tuxedo matched perfectly, his meticulous planning shining through.

the tux fit him better than i ever could have imagined.

he wore a few rings, knowing how much i loved them on his hands. i was excited for one ring in particular, though.

as mary lou guided me down the aisle, i noticed matt’s gaze run up and down my body, stopping at the garter that i let him pick out.

i smiled lightly at that, watching as he met my eyes again.

once we got to the end of the aisle, we stopped directly in front of matt.

“hi baby” i whispered to him, watching as he began to laugh lightly.

his smile grew even wider as mary lou, handed him a few tissues for his tears.

we both laughed lightly at this, “where did you get that?” i asked. everyone around us laughed at that.

“no, i’m serious. where did that come from?” i asked, confused.

we were met with more laughter, my question left unanswered.

she gave us both a kiss to the cheek, before placing my hand in his.

i felt tears of my own start to fall at the gesture.

“you may now be seated” everyone sat down at the request.

“family and friends, thank you all for coming today to share in this wonderful occasion. today we are here together to unite matt and y/n in marriage”

“and now for the vows” the officiator spoke. matt decided he wanted to go first.

“ok, hi” he breathed out, a large grin spreading on his face. “y/n, i have spent such a long time dreaming about this day. for so long, i would tell chris and nick that i was gonna marry you one day. but then you started chasing after other guys and you seemed so unattainable all of a sudden. but we’re finally here, we’re getting married” he whispered excitedly, as though he couldn’t believe it, “and there’s no one else that i’d rather be with. i love how deeply you care about the things that are important to you, like this. i’m pretty sure i’ve seen everything in this room on your pinterest board at some point” the room filled with chuckles, “ you’ve put so much love and time into this and i’m so grateful to have found someone who cares about this, who cares about me so much. and seeing you walk down that aisle with my mom, i-” his voice broke as his lip began to quiver slightly.

i sniffled softly, blinking rapidly as more tears fell from my eyes.

“you mean everything to me, and i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” he finished.

when the officiator gestured to me, i began my vows.

“ geez, that was really good” i breathed out, making everyone laugh.

“ok” i spoke as i took a deep breath, “matt, i have loved you for so long. i can’t even pinpoint when, we were so young. but, i always thought that i was just gonna be in the crowd, watching you do this with someone else. i never imagined, for a second, that you felt the same. and growing up, your mom would always tell me that when we got married, she’d be the one to hand me off to you. and i never believed that i would actually get to experience that”

“i love you more than words can describe, and i’m so happy to be able to call you my husband. i’m so grateful to be marrying my best friend, because i couldn’t imagine life without you, and now i never have to. thank you for accepting me, thank you for loving me. just- thank you” i finished.

“do you matthew sturniolo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“of course i do” he spoke, staring at me.

“and do you y/n , take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?

“i do”

we were then given our rings to exchange.

as i slid the ring on matt’s finger, i spoke “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

matt did the same with my ring, “with this ring, i thee wed and pledge you my love now and forever”

“by the authority vested in me by the state of massachusetts , i now pronounce you husband and wife!”

“you may now-” he didn’t even finish the sentence before matt wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

the room was filled with cheers and applause as our lips moved against each others for a few seconds, before pulling away.

he pulled me into a hug, kissing my forehead. “you could’ve let the man finish first” i spoke, teasingly.

“i’ve waited long enough”

🕊️🕊️🕊️🕊️

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[inkedbydesire]

Extortion (18+)

Jimmy Uso x Black Fem Reader

(Part 2)

Warning: 18+ Content, detailed storyline with SMUT, MINORS DO NOT ENTER

Summary: Eight months into your relationship with Jonathan Fatu (aka Jimmy Uso), things start to feel strained. When you first met Jonathan, you had no idea who he was, as you weren't into sports, so you had no knowledge of his WWE legacy or the spotlight it would bring. As his girlfriend, you were now facing pressures you never expected, and the constant attention was beginning to take a toll on your mental health. In an effort to reconnect and help you clear your head, Jonathan decides to take you on a five-day trip to Costa Rica, promising a distraction-free escape. At a private villa, you both agree to turn off your phones and focus on nothing but each other. On the morning of your final day, you and Jonathan get carried away on the balcony, unaware that you're being watched…

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: This will be my first shot at writing on here so please bear with me. I apologize in advance for any grammar errors or typos.

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"I just feel like you always mad at me over some shit that I can't fully control"

There it was. You and Jonathan were finally having the conversation you'd both been avoiding since arriving in Costa Rica four days ago. The first few days had been filled with beach relaxation, dining out, and exploring shops—anything to distract from the real reason for this sudden vacation. But now, on the sun-drenched balcony of the private villa you and Jonathan were sharing, it was time to confront the elephant in the room and address the growing distance between you two.

"I just didn't think it would be this hard Jon." You stated to him as you shifted your eyes from the intensity of his stare down to the watermelon you were currently having for breakfast. You picked up your fork and pushed the pieces around for a split second before deciding you weren't hungry.

"You didn't think what would be this hard baby?" Jonathan's voice was soft as he leaned closer, his cold pancakes and bacon long forgotten as he fully focused on nothing but you.

"Being in this relationship." you confessed, finally voicing what you'd been holding in for months. You loved him deeply and understood that all relationships had their challenges, but sometimes it felt like things were harder than they needed to be.

If you'd known then what you knew now, eight months ago, when you met Jonathan at the gym, you might have thought twice about giving him your number. But as the memory crept back into your mind you knew you were lying to yourself. He had you the moment his eyes locked on yours.

8 months ago you decided to fulfill your cliché New Year's resolution of hitting the gym more. You were desperately in need of a fresh start so you picked a new gym that was miles away from your old one. On one particular night, you couldn't fall asleep no matter what you tried, so around 1 am, you drove to that gym to see what it was like. Luckily for you when you arrived there were only about 3 other people in attendance. The normal people obviously sleeping at this hour. You quickly walked over and blended in with the others as you placed your AirPods in and began your routine.

About 20 minutes into your workout, that was when you first noticed him.

You were minding your business until you glanced over and almost choked on the water you were sipping. Damn, you thought, as your eyes involuntarily traveled from his neatly braided hair down to his broad shoulders. He was lifting weights, his back flexing with every rep unbeknownst to him feeding into your weird quirk for backs. If he looked this good from behind you couldn't help but wonder how much better it got from the front.

You soon got the answer to your inquiry as the man abruptly turned around and caught you staring. He indeed did look better from the front something you weren't at all surprised about. Your heart fell to your ass as you wondered if he could feel you watching him. Was that why he turned around so suddenly? You awkwardly held eye contact with him for a few seconds then sheepishly went back to your routine. But still, you just couldn't keep your eyes off of him. You felt like a creep as every so often your eyes would wander over to him only to be caught again and again. But yet ....... you swore that some of those times he was already the first one looking.

On maybe your 5th time of being caught he surprisingly started walking over to you. When he made it to where he was standing right in front of you, you removed your AirPods to give him your undivided attention.

"You don't have to be scared to approach me." He said his voice deep and playful sending a shiver through you.

"I don't bite or nothing." He added with a smile that made your knees almost give out on you. You assumed that he was boldly saying that you shouldn't be afraid to shoot your shot. But then he soon revealed that he was a Pro Wrestler who was signed with the WWE and he thought you were eyeballing him because you were too shy to ask for an autograph. It was a funny misunderstanding and you quickly explained to him that you didn't know him from anywhere which he took absolutely no offense to as you both laughed it off. You still had to come up with a reason for why you were watching him though. You opted to go with honesty and told him it was because you found him attractive. You weren't normally that up front but somehow this perfect stranger was already making you feel comfortable. He took the compliment with another flash of that breathtaking smile of his then introduced himself as Jonathan Fatu. You in return introduced yourself as Y/N and you guys chatted for a spell before he admitted that he found you attractive also. Before you left the gym he asked if he could keep in contact with you and that's where things started.

You soon found out that on top of being violently fine, Jonathan was also funny, kind, humble and extremely attentive. Everything that you could've asked for in a man and definitely a major step up from the last person you were entertaining. Things were perfect in your eyes with Jonathan when your relationship was kept between you two. But then 4 months into dating he wanted you to come to one of his matches. He ended up getting a little too friendly with you in front of the cameras and that's when people started talking. Then the problems came. First, it started with some of Jonathan's overzealous fans taking a special interest in your relationship. They started feeling the need to tag you in everything and bombard you daily with unsolicited opinions. Most of his fans were kind enough, but the trolls were relentless. Some even blamed you for Jonathan not dating one of the female wrestlers they thought he belonged with. Then came the gossip blogs getting too invested in your personal life. All of this unwanted attention was solely based on the fact that you were now Jimmy Uso's girlfriend.

You tried your best to ignore everything. You didn't enjoy being in those crowded arenas but you could tell that Jonathan loved when you came to see him. So you did that for him. You powered through all of the invasive and sometimes hateful comments. You powered through Jonathan's hectic schedule. Out of a 7-day week, you were lucky if you would get 2 full days with him but you had fallen in love so you were willing to deal with it.

But a few weeks close to a month ago your facade started to crack. You found yourself snapping at Jonathan, holding grudges, and letting your frustrations fester instead of speaking up. But you were scared. Scared that your feelings wouldn't be validated, that maybe Jonathan would think you were just looking for a reason to complain.

Of course, like most humans, he had his spare share of flaws but above it all he was genuinely such a loving man. He treated you like you were his whole world.

Like now, for instance. He sensed that something was wrong with you and cleared his whole schedule, something that was nearly impossible to do, so y'all could have this time together. So why couldn't you just suck it up?

"You know what...... never mind Jon. It's not that important," you spoke to him, plastering a fake smile on your face deciding that sucking it up was exactly what you were gonna do. Here you had this beautiful view and this beautiful man. Why ruin it over something so trivial?

"I've just been a little stressed out lately but it's fine," you said and before Jonathan could respond you stood to your feet. You fixed your robe as you slowly walked over to the railing of the balcony. You let your eyes roam over the awe-inducing scenery as you worked on swallowing your feelings ..... again. But it wasn't long before you felt Jonathan's hands on your hips gently pulling you into his arms.

"Nah don't do that Y/N."  He said, his breath warm against your ear. "If it's got you feeling a way towards me then it is important."

You two stood there silently for a beat then he grabbed your hand and led you over to the couch that was placed in the corner of the balcony. He sat down and then silently tapped his lap indicating that he wanted you to join him. Without protest, you straddled his lap, your body instinctively seeking comfort in his presence.

"Get it off your chest." Jonathan urged his dark eyes locking on yours as you placed your hands on his shoulders. You signed, your heart beginning to pound but you knew that you had to speak up if you two were ever going to reach a resolution.

"I love you, Jon. You know that," you said beginning to speak freely without worrying too much about the consequences. "But it's just that at times everything that comes with being with you ....... it all gets to be too much"

"The lights.... the cameras.... the attention. I just wanted you, Jonathan. I never wanted all of this. Before you, my life was so simple. I could say, go, and do whatever I wanted. But now I have all of these eyes on me. " you laid out to him as he focused on you intently. His eyes caught your every move as he silently allowed you to pour out your heart without any interruption.

"I know you can't change who you are Jon and I wouldn't want you to. I love that you get to live out your family's legacy. But this lifestyle..... your lifestyle .... I don't think it's for me." you finalized what you were feeling to him and now all you had to do was wait to see how he was going to react.

"So.... wait a minute..... what does that mean?" Jonathan asked as you watched confusion arise on his beautiful brown features. He adjusted you on his lap as he tightened his grip around your waist.

"You saying you don't want to be with me no more Y/N"

Visual hurt flashed in his eyes as he searched your face for understanding. This was another reason why you'd been afraid to bring it up. You didn't want him to jump to conclusions. But you understood his reaction. Jonathan couldn't change who he was, and what he represented meant the world to him. If you couldn't handle the spotlight that came with being committed to him, maybe the only option was to walk away. But despite that, you also knew that you were in too deep to go anywhere now.

"No, that's not what I'm saying, Jon. I'm just telling you what's been bothering me." you quickly reassured him as you moved your hand up to gently cup the side of his face. You felt his body relax again under your touch.

"I won't lie like the thought hasn't crossed my mind though." You admitted to him. "But I'm in love with you, Jonathan. And that's bigger than anything else I may be feeling."

You sighed then said, "I just get a little overwhelmed sometimes." You ran your fingers through his hair, one of your favorite things about him, before dropping your hand back down to rest on his shoulder.

"You need to tell me when you're feeling like that Y/N so we can figure it out together," Jonathan spoke, his tone soft and comforting. "And when I can I'll take you away from it for a little while."

"I'm use to my lifestyle 'cause I've been in it all of my life but I know everything can't be easy for you 100 percent of the time. But don't bottle that shit up. Just talk to me whenever you feeling like you can't handle it. Alright?" he told you, his eyes reflecting how much he meant every word. You nodded at him in response feeling 10 times better now that you two had finally confronted the issue. Of course, talking about it wouldn't make things cease to exist. Tomorrow Costa Rica would be over and the real world would be waiting. But at least you knew now that whenever things got too tough you could have a moment with Jonathan about it.

"Thank you for understanding Jon. I feel so much better now." you expressed to him. Feeling so overcome with gratitude you tilted your head down and placed a light peck on his lips that he surprisingly didn't return. He sat there in a dead silence that began to make you get all anxious about the situation again.

"I don't" he finally spoke. His face was stern and his dark eyes glared into yours. You searched his facial features for a hint of amusement but found none.

"I don't like you having crazy ass thoughts about not wanting to be with me." He spoke as he moved his hands from around your waist to slowly trail them up your robe all the while keeping his eyes locked on yours. As his big hands gripped your thighs with a possessive firmness, you instantly knew exactly where his mind had shifted. And you were 100 percent with it.

"You gotta make that shit up to me." He said with a smile as he took hold of the string that was holding your robe in place.

"I'll try" you responded playfully as he fully undid the string.

"You gone do more than that." He commented as he pulled the top half of your robe down your shoulders revealing your breast to the open air because all you had on underneath was a pair of panties. Gently grabbing you by the neck with one hand Jonathan pulled your mouth to his. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip before closing in on the kiss. As you two fell into a familiar rhythm you felt his other hand moving up your stomach until it reached one of your breasts. As he slowly started caressing the nipple with his thumb his mouth moved from yours down to your neck. After planting a few kisses along your collarbone he then moved his full attention down to your chest.

"Ummm" a soft moan left your lips as his warm tongue connected with your right nipple as he used his hand to play with and tease the other. You were so wrapped up in pleasure that it barely crossed your mind that you and Jonathan were basically outside right now. You had never engaged in sex in a place that wasn't closed off. Whether it was a bedroom, a bathroom, a car, whatever. Each place had always had a door to close you two off from the rest of the world. So being out on this balcony was a new experience for you. You thought that maybe you should tell Jonathan to move things inside but you didn't want to interrupt the current state he had you in. Besides the villa was private. The workers were on call so you and Jonathan were the only two in the house. There was nothing to stress about. So you allowed your mind and body to be completely immersed in the moment as you felt your wetness and desperate need for Jonathan grow.

"You been playing with me since we got here but I got you," Jonathan told you bringing your mind back to him as he tilted his head back to look at you. You knew that he was referring to the fact that you hadn't done anything sexual with him since the plane landed. In your previous relationship, sex was used to cover up most of the issues you and that person had. Nothing was ever discussed, talked out, or even really resolved. You didn't want to start that habit with Jonathan so you thought it would be better to abstain from doing anything with him on this little vacation until things were figured out. It wasn't easy because Jonathan tried every trick in the book but you stood your ground spamming the hell out of that I'm just not in the mood excuse. Which was definitely a bald-faced lie. You've wanted Jonathan in the worst way since you guys arrived. So bad that you even started dreaming about it. Lucky for you things were okay enough for you to now indulge. So indulge… you would.

"Take these off," Jonathan told you as he reached down and tugged at the brim of your panties. Obeying him you removed yourself from his lap and stood to your feet. You took your robe the rest of the way off letting it hit the balcony floor followed by your underwear. The sun and Jonathan's eyes were glued to your naked body as he took you in. 8 months later he still had that same hunger in his eyes each time you two found yourselves in this position. Looking into your eyes Jonathan then stood to his feet also. His 6'3 frame towered over you as he came out of his boxers and the grey sweatpants he had on. You both were now naked as the day you came into this world out on a balcony in Costa Rica but that was the last thing on your minds. The sexual tension was thick in the air as Jonathan sat back down on the couch while taking hold of your hand. He tried pulling you back down on his lap but you had something else in mind. You reached past him and grabbed one of the pillows off of the couch. You dropped the pillow down on the floor between his legs before dropping down to your knees on top of it. You watched Jonathan run his tongue across his lips at the sight as you took his dick into your hands.

"You look so fucking good." He complimented you as you slowly stroked his dick up and down with your manicured fingers while keeping your eyes on his. Deciding not to tease him any longer you shifted your focus down to what was in your hands. Picking up a little more speed with your stroking you took the tip of his dick into your mouth and started slowly running your tongue around it.

"Shit" you heard Jonathan grunt as you took as much of him as you could into your mouth coating him in your saliva. You suddenly felt him grab hold of the braids you got solely for coming to Costa Rica. He gathered them into a makeshift ponytail as you went to work on his dick. Jonathan moaned and cussed as you completely lost yourself in pleasing him. His moans were always the most intoxicating thing to you so it wasn't long before you felt yourself throbbing with urgent need. Not being able to resist you let go of his dick with one hand to reach down to please yourself while tending him. You gently rubbed your clit as you took some time to spit on Jonathan's dick before taking him into your mouth again. You shoved him so far into your mouth that his dick was damn near down your throat but at times like this, you didn't care if you suffocated. Jonathan used your hair to guide you up and down to his liking while your fingers slipped over your clit as your wetness became almost unbearable. You knew Jonathan's body well at this point so you knew when he was near his climax. You felt that feeling coming as he gripped your hair tighter and barely could sit still on the couch.

"Fuck Y/N" he grunted softly before shooting his seed into your mouth. You caught as much as you could and collected the rest before swallowing.

"Come here" Jonathan told you while helping you up. Neither one of you were anywhere close to being done with the session yet so within seconds you found yourself sliding down onto his dick. This was what your body was craving the most and yet the feeling was still overpowering as you came all the way down on his full length.

"S-shit" you let out as your body shuddered at the feeling of him having him inside of you. Jonathan's hand was back around your throat again as you begin to bounce up and down on his dick. How wet you were could be heard as Jonathan moved his hips up to meet you halfway every single time.

"Look at me Y/N" you heard his voice say not even realizing that your eyes were closed. You were so focused on trying not to cum too soon as his dick repeatedly connected with your g-spot. You listened to him and opened your eyes to the best of your ability and found his eyes fixated on your face like they always were anytime he had you in this position. He leaned in and pulled you into a kiss as he wrapped his other arm around your waist. Holding you tighter he picked up his pace and began to pound into your wetness from below.

"J-Jon" you moaned his name as you broke the kiss. You were in fear that you were going to bite down and draw blood from his lip something you couldn't do especially with his profession.

"Look at you," Jonathan said as he watched the faces you made as you took every inch of him.

"You not going nowhere .... you love this dick too much" he gloated. In response, your eyes retreated to the back of your head. Jonathan who always spoke such sweet words to you turned into a totally different person when he was fucking you. And you enjoyed every minute of it.

"Tell me you love this dick Y/N" he demanded from you as his grip on your neck got tighter and your need to cum grew stronger.

"I l-love it J-Jon" you muttered followed by many profanities as his pace quickened and you fought to keep up. You could feel your walls clenching around him indicating that you were losing the fight. Your climax was so close that you could feel it darting up your legs.

"I can't hear you. Speak the fuck up." Jonathan commanded.

"I love it" you whined out louder as your climax reached the pit of your stomach.

"FUCK ... I love it." came out louder as you bounced on Jonathan's dick with more determination than ever as your whole body became heated all over.

"Cum for me then." He told you as he released your neck and reached down to massage your clit to aid you in reaching your peak. It only took a minute of feeling Jonathan's fingers on your clit combined with his dick hitting your g spot before you found yourself making a mess on his lap. Your climax hit you full force as your body twitched and shook as Jonathan's dick became drenched in your cum. Not long afterwards he cursed and shot his load into you while repeatedly saying your name. You both were breathless and it took serval minutes to come back down to earth. Once you did you cleaned yourselves up and decided to spend the rest of your last day in Costa Rica out and about.

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Day 6 came quicker than you wanted but it was time to pack for your flight back to the United States in a few hours.

"Shit, I hope I didn't miss nothing too important," Jonathan said while you sat on the bed folding clothes and putting them back into your suitcase while he turned on his phone which had been off for the last 5 days. You both made a mutual agreement to ignore the rest of the world so your phones were shut off immediately after arriving. You tried to convince Jonathan that ditching his phone wasn't needed because you understood that he was a very busy person but he insisted on focusing on nothing but you on this trip.

Your phone remained shut off on the nightstand because you didn't feel as compelled to get back on it as him. Your mom and best friend could wait. 

"Damn," you commented to Jonathan while lifting your brows at him because when he did power his phone back on it began to bing and buzz in his hand nonstop. 

"Shit, I got like 30 missed calls from Tamina," he told you referring to his manager.

"Go handle it I'll finish packing for you." You told him. You knew that if she called that many times then it had to be something beyond urgent. Jonathan left the room as you continued to collect yours and his belongings. As you moved around the room you wondered what could be so urgent while at the same time hoping it wasn't that big of a deal. It took a little over 30 minutes for Jonathan to return to the room. When he came scrolling back in the look on his face told you that whatever Tamina was calling him about was indeed a big ass deal.

"Baby sit down." He told you.

"What is it Jon?" you asked him as you ignored his request for you to sit down.

"I don't know how to explain or tell you this so here," he said while holding out his phone to you. You were confused and your heartbeat quickened as you took hold of his phone. When you looked down the first thing you saw was what looked like an email with a few attachments.

"One of the workers must've tipped somebody off or something. I don't know how this shit happened. This villa was supposed to be private." Jonathan said to you as you read the email and became mortified. Suddenly you started to feel a little dizzy as you tried to process what you just read. Whoever sent the email was demanding 50 thousand dollars to be sent to them or they were going to sell some inappropriate images of you and Jonathan to the highest bidder. All you could think was who, what, and how? On top of being modified, you became sick to your stomach as you opened the attached files and saw pictures of you and Jonathan out on the balcony yesterday morning. The pictures were slightly blurry and looked like they were taken from a very far distance. But because of Jonathan's hair and his distinct tribal tattoos, it was easy to tell that it was either him or his twin brother Joshua. This was just yesterday morning so you wondered how in the hell could someone get ahold of something like this so quickly. But then you connected that if the person took those pictures yesterday morning then they had the whole rest of the day to send the information around. They did this without you and Jonathan knowing a thing because your phones were off.

Overcome with a feeling that you couldn't put into words your breathing became labored as you could visibly see the room start spinning before you.

"Baby, are you alright?" Jonathan's voice questioned you. It sounded like it came from a great distance, but he was standing right in front of you. The room began to spin faster as you stumbled back. Jonathan moving closer to you was the last thing you remembered before things went completely black.

Part 2

[acknowledge-reigns]

Wolf's Den | Zilla Fatu x Black Fem!Reader x Jacob Fatu SMUT (18+)

Requested by: @wrestlingbaby

Description: Jacob helps Zilla punish reader. Smut based on that one episode of Total Divas where Jim and Trin argue about her losing her ring, but with Zilla/Jacob x Reader.

Warnings: Arguing/light angst, Dom/sub dynamic, Punishment, degradation, BDSM club, Mentions of Roman + Jimmy/Naomi + Jey/Rhea + Tiffy/Nia + Drew/Punk + Zaria/Giulia/Stephanie in kink context (don't judge me!) flogger, impact play, multiple partners, double penetration, vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), swallowing, Daddy Dom and Primal Dom, Honorifics, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, face fucking, Zilla cums in her, praise, petnames, general filth with a fluffy ending.

My masterlist can be found here

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are based in kayfabe not based upon any real people.

Zilla sat in the driver's seat of the car, his jaw clenched in frustration. He couldn't believe that after all the time and effort he had put into planning their wedding, picking out the perfect ring etc, his new wife had lost her wedding ring.

"I told you to wear it all the time," he said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "But you never listen."

"I know, I know," she said, her voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I keep forgetting to put it on."

Zilla let out a scoff. "You keep forgetting? It's not that hard to remember to wear a damn ring, Y/N."

He glances over at her, his eyes narrowing.

"Do you even care about our marriage at all?" he asks, his voice harsh. "Because it seems like you don't care about anything I do for you."

Her eyes widened at his accusation, hurt and anger flashing across her face.

"How dare you say that," she retorted, her own anger rising to match his. "I care about our marriage more than anything. I just... I'm sorry I lost the ring, okay? But it's not like I did it on purpose."

"Only me and you know the story of that ring—that's the sentimental value it has to me." Zilla said

She felt a pang of guilt at his words, realizing the significance of the ring. She knew how much it meant to him, and she hated herself for losing it.

"I know," she said softly, her voice laced with regret. "I'm so sorry, Zilla. I should have taken better care of it."

He was silent for a moment, his grip on the steering wheel still tight. The tension in the car was palpable, the air thick with anger and frustration.

"Sorry don't fix anything," he finally said, his voice cold. "but it's okay. I got something for yo' ass."

She looked at him, a mix of curiosity and apprehension on her face. She wasn't sure what he meant by that, she shouldn't be excited but she really was.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice small and submissive.

Zilla drove in silence, the only sound being the hum of the car's engine. After a few minutes, they pulled up in front of a nondescript building.

He got out of the car and walked around to her side, opening the door for her and gesturing for her to get out.

She got out of the car, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She recognized the building as the Wolf's Den, the kink club that Zilla's cousin Jacob owned. The two of them frequent here often, the whole kinky ass bloodline does really. It's a safe space for wrestlers to get their dungeon fix without worrying about the press picking up on details of their sex lives.

Wolf's Den was known as one of the safest BDSM clubs in the country. People were heavily vetted, background checks were done, there were club rules and safe words and there was always more than one Dungeon Monitor on duty to ensure things stay safe, sane and consensual

After Zilla scanned his membership card for entry, Y/N followed him inside, her eyes darting around the dimly lit interior, taking in the various equipment and furnishings scattered throughout the room as couples spread about made use of them. In passing she saw Jimmy with Naomi on a spanking bench, Rhea with Jey on a leash, Tiffy kneeling at Nia's feet and Drew working Punk over with a flogger while he's tied to the St. Andrew's Cross in the corner of the room.

Zilla led her deeper into the familiar club, The air was thick with the scent of leather and sweat, and the sound of moans and whimpers filled the room.

They finally bumped into Jacob, who was talking to another patron. A newbie, Mistress Zaria and her pets Giulia and Stephanie.

"Aye, uce," Zilla said, nodding at his cousin. "We need a private room."

Jacob looked over at them, a sly smile spreading across his face.

"Of course," he said, his eyes flicking between the two of them. "Follow me, Uce."

He turned and led them through a door at the back of the room, opening it to reveal a hallway that had the four private rooms and led them straight to the open one.

Once they were in the private room, Zilla turned to Jacob.

"Can I ask a favor?" he said, his voice low.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

"Sure, what is it?" he asked.

Zilla glanced at his wife, then back at Jacob.

"I need you to help me punish her," he said, nodding in her direction.

Jacob's smirk widened, his eyes roaming over her body.

"With pleasure," he said, his voice dripping with excitement.

"What's your color, babygirl?" Zilla asked y/n in regards to the traffic light safe word system. Green meaning good, Yellow meaning slow down and Red meaning stop.

"Green, Daddy!" Y/N eagerly confirmed.

Zilla stepped aside, giving Jacob full access to her.

"She lost something important," Zilla said, his eyes darkening. "And she needs to be taught a lesson."

Jacob moved closer to her, his gaze hungry as he looked her up and down.

"I can definitely help with that," he said, his voice low and seductive. "She looks like she needs a firm hand."

Jacob reached out and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him.

"You ready to be punished, sweetheart?" he asked, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She huffs but doesn't respond.

"Answer me," he said, his tone demanding.

She bit her lip, her eyes darting between him and Zilla.

"Y-yes," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob chuckled, clearly pleased with her response.

"Good girl," he purred, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. "You bout to learn your lesson tonight."

"Remember, baby, I'm your Daddy. Jacob is your Alpha. Just like before." Zilla said referring to the last time he and Jacob played with her together. Zilla was newer, less experienced at being a Dom, a brat tamer at that. And Jacob was always happy to lend a helping hand in keeping y/n in line. Roman had also done the job a time or two. The tribal chief was by far the strictest Dom of the bunch. Y/N enjoyed being shared, Zilla enjoyed sharing her but only with his cousins.

She shivered at Zilla's words, memories of their previous encounters with Jacob flooding her mind. She remembered the way he would tease and taunt her, how he would push her limits and make her submit to his every command.

Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she realized that tonight was going to be no different.

Zilla was a caring, yet firm Daddy Dom, always taking care of her and making sure she was comfortable and safe during their scenes and otherwise. He was the one who would comfort her after, praising her and making sure she knew how good she was.

Jacob, on the other hand, was a Primal Dom. He was rougher, more demanding, and didn't hold back when it came to pushing her limits. He liked to see her break, to make her beg and plead for his touch. Still caring and protective though.

Zilla always knew that his wife was in good hands with his cousin, and he trusted Jacob to give her the punishment she deserved.

Jacob circled her slowly, his eyes raking over her body as he took in every curve and dip. He stopped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

She felt his hands on her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her back against him, her body flush against his chest.

"Such a naughty girl.. Givin' Uce a hard time." he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

She couldn't help but get aroused at the feeling of his body pressed against hers, his voice sending shivers down her spine. He took in the aroma of her cocoa butter lotion.

She knew that she was in for a rough night, but the thought only excited her more.

He chuckled at her reaction, his hands sliding up her sides, tracing the curve of her waist.

"You like this, don't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "You like being at my mercy."

She tried to suppress a moan, but a small, needy sound escaped her lips anyway.

"Y-yes," she managed to whisper, her body already responding to his touch.

"Aht aht! Yes what?" Zilla corrected her on Jacob's behalf

"Yes, Alpha." She responded to Jacob as Zilla began pulling her clothes off.

"Good girl," Jacob said, a satisfied smirk on his face as she corrected herself.

He watched as Zilla began to undress her, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of her exposed skin.

Her clothes fell to the floor, leaving her standing naked before them. She couldn't help but feel vulnerable, exposed under their gazes.

Jacob's hands moved back to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer to him.

"Get on your knees," Jacob commanded, his voice low and firm. "And suck him off. You need to make it up to him, for being such a forgetful slut."

She obeyed, dropping to her knees in front of Zilla. She looked up at him with wide eyes, tugging down his pants and boxers.

Zilla's hand reached out, his fingers carefully tangling in her hair as he guided her head towards his cock.

"Go on, baby girl," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Take it like a good girl."

She wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her mouth slowly. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive skin.

Zilla let out a low moan, his grip on her hair tightening as he watched her take him deeper.

Jacob stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he watched the scene unfold.

As she continued to suck on Zilla's cock, Jacob reached for a flogger that was nearby. He trailed the tresses over her back, teasing her skin with the soft touch.

He waited until she was completely distracted before bringing the flogger down on her skin, the impact sending a sharp sting through her body.

She moaned around Zilla's cock, the pain from the flogger mixing with pleasure.

Zilla groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as she took his cock deeper, her tongue working over him.

Jacob continued to alternate between the flogger and his hands, spanking her and caressing her skin. He knew just how to push her limits, how to keep her on edge and wanting more.

Zilla was close to losing control, his breathing growing ragged as he fought to hold back his release.

She could feel Zilla tensing, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She knew he was close, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking with renewed fervor.

Jacob watched her intently, a smirk on his face as he continued to tease her with the flogger.

Zilla couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he came, spilling himself into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, her tongue still working over him as he rode out his orgasm.

Zilla let out a shaky breath as he came down from his high, his grip on her hair loosening.

Jacob chuckled, setting the flogger aside for the moment. He knelt down behind her, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

With a nod from Jacob as if the two were silently communicating, Zilla helped her up and positioned her on her hands and knees.

She was now facing Jacob, who was sitting in front of her, his cock hard and waiting for her. She had no clue at what point he'd shed his clothes.

Behind her, Zilla positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly pushed into her.

She moaned as Zilla filled her.

Jacob reached out, gently guiding her head down towards his cock.

"Come on, baby. Open that pretty mouth for me," he coaxed.

She parted her lips, taking Jacob's cock into her mouth.

As she started to suck on him, Zilla began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first.

She moaned around Jacob's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.

Zilla's grip on her hips tightened as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

She struggled to keep her focus on Jacob, her mind fogging with pleasure as Zilla pounded into her from behind.

Jacob's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he started to thrust into her mouth in time with Zilla's rhythm.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans and grunts, and the wet sounds of her mouth around Jacob's cock and Zilla in her warm wet pussy.

Jacob's head fell back, his eyes closed in pleasure as he used her mouth to chase his own release.

Zilla's thrusts became more erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he neared his second orgasm.

Jacob was close as well, his grip on her hair tightening as he held her head in place, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth.

"Fuck, I'm close," Jacob groaned, his voice strained.

Zilla grunted in response, his thrusts becoming even harder as he chased his own release.

Suddenly, Zilla gave a final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her.

Jacob let out a strangled cry as he followed suit, his release spilling into her mouth.

She was a mess of moans and whimpers, her body trembling between the two of them as she felt Zilla's release fill her.

It didn't take long for her own orgasm to hit, her body tensing and clenching around Zilla as she came undone.

Zilla and Jacob both stilled, both of them panting as they came down from their highs.

Zilla gently pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used in the best way possible.

She collapsed onto her elbows, her body spent and exhausted.

Jacob reached out to brush a strand of hair out of her face, his expression tender despite the roughness of their previous actions.

Zilla knelt down beside her, his hands running soothingly over her back.

"You did so well, baby. So good for us," he murmured, his voice soft and affectionate.

She leaned into his touch, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jacob chuckled, his hand moving to caress her cheek.

"You look absolutely wrecked," he said, his tone playful.

She could only manage a weak nod in response, too spent to form coherent words.

Zilla chuckled as well, his hands moving to her hips and gently turning her over so she was lying on her back.

Jacob smiled and stood up, understanding that Zilla wanted a moment alone with her.

"I'll go clean up," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead before pulling his clothes on.

"See you later, Uce." he said to Zilla who gave him a nod.

Once Jacob was gone, Zilla turned his attention back to his wife.

He laid down beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

She snuggled closer to him, burying her face in his chest.

He held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her as if he never wanted to let go.

"You took us both so well," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and affection.

She let out a soft sigh, her body still sensitive and sore from their earlier activities.

Zilla's hands continued to roam over her body, his touch gentle but possessive, as if he was claiming her all over again.

His hands eventually came to rest on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her skin.

"You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. "My beautiful wife."

"I really am sorry about the ring" Y/N reiterated.

"I'ma buy you another one, baby. And a hundred more after that if I got to, as long as you're mine." Zilla responded.

"I love you, Z." She said

He pulled back slightly to look down at her, his eyes filled with affection and adoration.

"I love you too, babygirl," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Forever".

"Forever" Y/N confirmed with a soft content sigh.

[verdantwyrm]

Stepping out of my cage to say; Curly didn't know Anya was raped.

WE KNOW. As the player, Curly wasn't told. He was only told that a pregnancy occurred between her and Jimmy, but the actual details of the event- what we know, is not something that Curly knows. We're able to pick up all the signs and see the language and imagery used, but to Curly, it just sounds like they had a hook up and it ended up in a pregnancy.

Curly never asked, and he was never told. This isn't trying to say that because of this, he's free of his sins. But it is very annoying to see people write Curly as this monster that knew 100% that Anya was raped and was just, fine with it.

And plus, when Anya asks what Curly would have done, people seem to be ignoring (or just plain outright not even noticing) the language used. She's asking him what he would have done. The event is already over, it happened, she is asking what he would have done if he had been there, or if he knew earlier; or maybe if he knew at all.

Looking at this the most realistically one can, Curly isn't a knowing enabler, he's unknowing a bystander. He genuinely does not know the actual depth of the situation, and this also alludes to the very vague response he gives to Anya when she asks about the locks on the door.

For safety, for whatever reason the cockpit has locks, whatever reason the Meday has a lock, but not any of the bedrooms. Curly acknowledges the absurdity behind the decision, but he doesn't quite understand or grasp why Anya could be asking such a thing beyond simple curiosity because of course someone like Anya would be pointing out something like this, she spends the most time in the med bay, and Curly likewise with the Cockpit.

AGAIN. This is not me absolving that responsibility from Curly, he still failed to protect Anya, and he should have attempted to do more. But he is not a willing and knowing enabler. And if he was truly told the situation, would it even benefit anyone if were to react "accordingly" ?

When Anya tells Swansea about it, he is holding back, he's resisting the urge to confront Jimmy about it, and when he's finally pushed over the edge, he goes full axe swinging on him. No questions, no interrogation. And this pulls more into the question of doing something because it is right, and doing something because it is the right thing to do. Anya could have done the same thing with Curly if she told him, because what good would come out of escalating a situation with someone who proved on the psych evaluation, something Curly did, to not be very enthusiastic about being there or not very happy.

There are a ton of nuances that go into play when trying to realistically picture what could have or what should have happened on the Tulpar with Jimmy, and I really wish more people were willing to understand that it's not just as black and white, and not people that end up enabling said abusers are not always a willing and knowing crowd. And start maybe thinking about the fact that maybe Curly really did not know the depth of the situation.

[lunarthing159]

[ Gunshot, Rosette, & Canvas ]

A VSAU-AU Fanfiction For @rhapsoddity And Community.

Characters: Sheriff/Jimmy, Wither/Sausage, & Spectrum/Scott

Content Warnings: Detail of Injury, Non-Consensual Hypnosis, & Hot AU Men (Thanks Rhaps).

Extra Tag; @wilbygoesbrrrr Take Your Villain Saus Man

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Stillness.

It was all so still.. quiet.. tranquil..

Almost too much so for The Sheriff's tastes. This place is usually bustling with villains, or even simple criminals by this hour.. yet still.. nothing..

Heroes rarely ventured into the alleyways of this part of Empires City, it was labeled 'not of immediate concern' a long time ago and hasn't changed since. "Tch, figures." He would scoff under his breath at the thought. The whole job of heroes is to help people, and yet they ignore the areas that most need help. Typical, unfortunately.

Oh well, that means more work for The Sheriff to do instead. Hooray!..

Making his way from rooftop to rooftop using his lasso, Sheriff scoured his usual rounds, checking each and every alleyway for even the slightest motive. Even hours later, as he was already slowing down and yawning along the way, he kept searching.

He kept moving.

He kept slowing down.

He kept watching.

He kept yawning.

He kept looking.

He kept rubbing his eyes.

The Sheriff kept Searching

And the searching would seem to pay off.

A simple paper, tucked away in an alleyway corner. A letter, it would seem. The alley walls were lightly coated in city moss, adorned with glass panels & windows leaned onto the sides at the dead-end.

Bingo.

Sheriff decended down from atop the building, using his lasso for the first half and some ladders for the second. "There we go!" Picking up the paper, it read as follows;

To my newest accomplice,

I presume your travels have been well. As I last heard of you, all things are set on your end of our plan. The target has been found, we can begin stage two.

Turn around~

There was no time to react.

The moss along the alley walls came to life in an instant, rushing out towards the sheriff. There was no time to dodge. There was no time to flee. Within moments, he found himself bound within the vines, sprouted thorns digging into his clothes and skin.

And he knew exactly who was causing this.

"Hello there, little cowboy."

Wither. The Thorned Rosebush. The Garden of Decay. The Mania Flower.

He wore a scarlet red mask to cover his eyes and a shirt of the same hue, buttoned down just enough to where his upper chest was visible. He adorned a navy coat that flowed down to his knees with a collar that perfectly framed his medium-length brunette hair and beard. And his smile,,, one that terrified the souls of many, any, & all who have found themselves in his path and wake.

No matter his title to you, you only had one option,,, one chance of survival...

To Run.

Sheriff spent as little time as he could to collect his words, even as his body was thrown into the ground and his arms were bound above his head. He did his best to keep up his usual demeanor, to not showcase his fear,,, his terror. "Well hello there, I know I've shown myself to be a fan of ropes, but this is no way to showcase your own~"

"Oh?" Wither seemed to inquire, only stepping closer. Sheriff prayed the other didn't see the nervous gleam his eyes have no doubt obtained. "Then just how should I show you? Just how much would you like to see~?"

Oh. Oh Sheriff was in over his head. Wither kneeled right infront of him, not in some act of bowing, but as almost a tease, a taunt, a flaunt and display of the other's power in this situation. Sheriff darted his eyes around them, looking for any exit to this situation.

Sheriff let out a cry, the vines tightened, but only around his skin. The thorns dug deep into the flesh, drawing blood and loosening just enough to let him bleed. Dispite the many pains Sheriff has found himself in, he couldn't prevent tears welling up in his eyes. They were trapped there because of his mask, and the salt began to burn, bringing more tears to trap themselves.

"Adorable, do keep up the act, vigilant. Your suffering is delicious." Wither would taunt him, bringing a single finger to swipe across his cheek, causing another wound. Only a small slash, but it was all adding up to the pain Sheriff felt.

It was all too much, even for him,,, the act could be kept up no longer. "Stop,,," it felt so pathetic to beg, but he had no other choice. He couldn't try and writhe out, it would only dig the thorns farther into his arms, legs, & torso. He can only sustain so much damage and guarantee he can make it home. It's all he could do,,, all he could do was beg.

And Wither would only seem to grin wider at his suffering. Perhaps he actually did feed from pain? Who could say. "Don't you worry, I have no intentions to hurt you further. Keep your eyes open, Sheriff. It's time for stage 3~"

What?

And there it was, just outside his peripheral, endless colors began to warp where there was previously only darkness. The visuals creeped into his sight, coating the world around him in shifting and spiraling hues. There was nothing to stay latched on to. There was nothing to stay grounded to. There was nothing to stay focused on. It ate away at his focus, only intensifying every moment it stayed. And Sheriff knew exactly who was working together now.

"Hello there, Rosette~. It seems you've done your part rather well."

"no No NO-"

Not him, not them- anyone but Them.

But it was them. It was, in fact, Wither & Spectrum,,, working together... for... what? What would they need? What could they want? What,,, does Sheriff have to do with this? He,,, didn't know.

And somehow, that terror,,, it distracted him. The world around him began to shift, nothing stayed the same too long. He could hardly make out the walls of the alleyway anymore, only colors,,, endlessly shifting colors,,, endlessly moving colors,,, endlessly spiraling colors,,,

It was... mesmerizing, and any normal person would have fallen victim right here and now. But Sheriff wasn't normal, at least not like this. There had to be a way out, he had to stay strong-

Wither moved to be behind him, wrapping his arms around The Sheriff in a grapple almost adjacent to a hug. Sheriff struggled to not lean into this embrace. Spectrum made his way infront of The Sheriff, gently cupping the other's face within his palms. Sheriff desperately tried to avoid looking as deep as he could into such beautiful eyes. Both villains whispered words to The Sheriff, he tried not to listen, he couldn't hear them, he listened, he couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Hush, --wboy"

"J--- -isten"

"-o thin---g"

"Relax n--"

"D--'t str--gle"

"Fall~."

And fall he did, ever so simply. The colors coated his mind so easily, covering up any thought he may have had and preventing him from forming new ones. They kept swirling in his vision, trapping his mind within it's spirals, falling farther and farther down. All will of fight left his limbs, falling limp within the hold of the one behind him. The world and all in it seemed to fade away as he kept falling further away from it.

His mouth would stay gently open, no tension to keep his jaw closed. His eyes would lose focus, not looking at anything in particular as the world itself seemed to escape him. No thoughts to form, no form to fight, no fight to give. The Sheriff, He could only Be.

Mossy vines untangled themselves from his flesh, retreating back to their posts along the alley walls. Two grins faced the empty husk of a figure, as they knew their plan had succeeded. The bright magenta hue that overwhelmed a previous eye color spoke it all.

They just got a new little puppet~

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Ello! Thanks For Reading! Hope Y'all Enjoyed Your VSAU-AU Villain Yaoi Scosage / Toxic Flytrap Husbands Content :>

[deaddee-anime-brownfanlady]

When watching playthroughs of Mouthwashing, I honestly don't understand how some players can completely missed the major detail that Anya was raped by Jimmy.

Personally, I felt it was pretty obvious that Jimmy clearly did *something* awful to her given her constant showcasing of how uncomfortable and anxious and also how skittish she is around him.

The fact that Jimmy has shown signs of him constantly disrespecting, invaliding, and belittling, and being just condescendedly terrible towards her,

Also, he made a messed-up inappropriate sexual comment towards only her about being sexual aroused by cartoon horses during the psychological evaluation flashback. ( which just gives major creep / sexual harassment vibes).

But what really sells the fact of what happened to Anya and why she is behaving the way she is and how vlie Jimmy truly is. Is the flashback of her and Curly in the lounge room talking about the screen projector and Anya mentioning why Pony express sleeping quarters don't have locks on them....but the medical-bay and cockpit does.

That line of dialogue right there, I picked instantly that it was clear as day that Jimmy sexual abused her, most likely in her room while everyone else was asleep and when she was at her most vulnerable, likely in the middle of sleep too as well and Jimmy take advantage of that.

I don't get how some Let's Players / people not picked up on such a vital part of the game story also narrative. It's one of the main reasons why Jimmy does what he does in the game just so he can avoid taking accountability to what he did to Anya and not face the consequences of his horrid act against the only female crewmember.

To see some players or certain essays act like Anya pregnancy was fully consensual or even going as far as to make it seem like Anya and Jimmy were romantically involved with each other, LIKE SERIOUSLY!?

Man, I swear some people really don't understand subtext or subtlety in media anymore at times or can't seem to read in between the lines when it comes to certain details in a story.

I mean, it's like so apparent that Anya didn't feel safe or comfortable around Jimmy, and that what Jimmy did to her wasn't 100th percent consensual by the narrative of the game at all.

[teffiyx]

let's talk about mouthwashing!

spoilers for the game. duh.

trigger warning for abuse, SA, death.

i feel like we all know how complex the story telling for the game is yet theres still people that don't seem to get it entirely. i decided to ramble about that. im sure others have done it before me but let me ramble about my hyperfixation god damn it.

this is the first out of 3 posts so strap in. the 3rd one is a LONG one. second post | third post

before i start a few disclaimers: i am rather new to mouthwashing so i do not know EVERYTHING. im just talking about my own interpretation, if there's any missing details pls inform me!

Anya is a shy and timid character!

this of course is not true but i've noticed a few people that still cling onto this interpretation of her. even though its not a vocal group that has this idea, i'd like to talk more about this.

Jimmy is an unreliable narrator, we were given that knowledge with a scene where we see multiple working cryo pods post-crash, despite us knowing there is only one functioning cryo pod.

so of course, knowing that information, most people would start to realise everything we went through as Jimmy post-crash, it was all biased, we were in the eyes of an abuser, and we trusted the words he used to describe Anya as part of her character. that's also part of the horror for this game in my opinion. the horror that i agreed the views of an abuser horrifies me.

"He - It just hurts him so much. I can't stand the noise."

"...You did make it through nursing school, right?"

"Pony Express sure does know how to cut corners, if nothing else."

-

"I was hoping you could help me with Captain-"

"Curly."

"Right, sorry ...w-with Curly's medication?"

"People have to be worth their titles."

"Don't you think, nurse Anya?"

"...Y-yeah. Forget I asked."

these two different conversations happened in the same scene at the start of the game. after going through the game we can see now how Jimmy talks to Anya is downright insulting. maybe some people have picked up on it during their first playthrough that the way he talks to her is not normal, but we didn't think much of it. but now, now things are different.

"Anya never got into medical school because she's... well, let's be real."

"And how many employment years Swansea got left in him?"

"Daisuke will be fine, mommy and daddy have him covered. So there's that at least."

"But you."

"Headed for bigger and better, right?"

this string of dialogue came 6 days before the crash, when everyone is gathered for Curly's surprise party and Curly decided to drop the news that Pony Express is letting them all go. (this dialogue will be brought up again for something else.)

he was almost insulting everyone sitting at the table, yet in this string of dialogue, he completely disregards Anya. summing his point about her as "well, let's be real.". it shows how much he views her, which was practically nothing. but first-time playing, you didn't think much of it. because he also insulted everyone else.

to summarise this whole thing, Anya as a character is not shy or timid, it is simply how Jimmy views her. but even so, we probably will never know how Anya is truly like. because even when she mentions this won't be her worst moment, she is only remembered as a poor crew member that god abused and assaulted by another member, which is, her worst moment alive.

[xoruffitup]

Hold On To Me Darling, Act 1

Hii and welcome to my HOTMD Act 1 run-down! This post is mostly intended for a) people who won't have the chance to see the play, and b) people who've seen it and would like to relive it!

I would NOT recommend reading if you have tickets for an upcoming performance, as I do include a lot of dialogue. I wouldn't want to spoil some of the best/funniest moments before anyone's first viewing, so be forewarned that what follows is extremely detailed!!!! I'm basically trying to recreate the viewing experience as much as possible for those it won't be accessible to. <3

(and let me give fair warning, this is only Act 1. I apologize for the cliffhanger but this was already so long, it was time to post!)

LET'S GO! :)

SCENE 1

Adam’s in black jeans, a dark blue henley with the top button open to show three necklaces underneath – one strung with a guitar pick – and a black cowboy hat. 

Open on Adam/Strings and his assistant, Jimmy, mid-conversation in a hotel room. Jimmy is attempting to show Strings a video on his phone “from those two girls you met last night – they just sent it.”

Strings, hands raised in front of him in disbelief/outrage: “I don’t give a damn who it is. What do you think my mama would think if she knew I was up here watching pornographic movies on your damn cell phone?”

Jimmy: “I just thought it would cheer you up, is all.”

Strings: “How in hell is that supposed to cheer me up?! I’m in mourning!”

Jimmy switches tactics, asks Strings if he wants a drink.

Strings: “No, I don’t want a drink, I want my mama!”

Strings proceeds to speed through a series of rants on a variety of topics, talking a mile a minute: how Strings is relying on Jimmy to keep the press at bay at his mother’s funeral; his lack of privacy; the declining state of American culture and its complete lack of boundaries.

Strings deflates into renewed misery as he reaches the end of his rant, claiming “This ain’t about me.” (Jimmy dryly remarks: “Kinda seems like it is.”) “No, this is about Mama, and making it up to her for all those wrong turns I took when she was here.” Adam usually grows emotional here, voice wavering and head tilting upwards as he fights off tears.

Jimmy briefly leaves him alone – just long enough for Strings to pick up a guitar, briefly attempt to play/sing something, only to throw the guitar to the floor and savagely stomp it to pieces.

Jimmy returns, mourns the mess. “Help me, Jimmy, I’m lost,” Strings pleads, unraveling. 

Strings briefly collapses onto a sofa, but a moment later, he’s off on the next mile-a-minute series of topics: how they can’t get his brother on the line about plans for their mother’s funeral because his brother has a landline and no call waiting “like primitive man.” Next, on to Strings’ determination to find his estranged father so he can attend the funeral. “If that bastard’s still breathing, I want him at that funeral.”

Each new rant seems to end with Strings only more morose and miserable, until Jimmy suggests, “How about a good rub down, you’ll sleep like a baby.” Strings agrees, though clearly his heart isn’t in it. 

Jimmy gets a phone call from the director of the movie Strings is currently working on (that “damn space movie”), which involves Jimmy speaking German and Strings saying “Guten tag” down the line in his Tennessee accent.

Then there’s a knock on the door – it’s the massage therapist Jimmy called for Strings. She begins setting up the massage table while Jimmy leaves the room. She introduces herself as Nancy, apologizes for being flustered and star-struck in front of him, then begins talking him through the “entirely unique” selection of massage therapies offered by the hotel. This is overwhelming to Strings, who becomes visibly emotional. Nancy asks him what’s wrong, he tries to say “nothing,” Nancy replies “Well crying is not nothing. Now let’s get those clothes off and you can tell ol’ Nancy all about it.”

And then, ladies and gentlemen, he proceeds to do just that!!!!!!!!!!!!! Strings strips off his shirt and pants, then lays down on his front on the massage table in just black boxer briefs.

Nancy is very much affected: “My goodness! Someone’s certainly been putting in their time at the gym!”

Strings, dismissive: “Not really. I got four trainers. I don’t do shit, I just lie there and let them move me around.”

Nancy, very much like she’s talking to a 6 year old: “Is it your trainers doing those reps? Is it your trainers burning those calories? Now, who’s doing those reps, who’s burning those calories?!”

Strings, face pressed into the massage table yet still managing to sound pouty,: “…..me.”

And THEN, ladies and gentlemen, Nancy proceeds to give Strings a massage, thoroughly and visibly massaging his naked back and even climbing up onto the table at one point on her hands and knees to work him over. A sheet covers him for part of this sequence, but there’s still so much arms and shoulders on display, dear lord!!

Strings tells her a bit about his mother and their fraught relationship, then rants a bit more about the trials of fame and how even though he feels like he’s met “every girl in the United States,” he’s never met one who sees him for himself. They only see him as “something” they’re after. “But I don’t want to be a something no more, I want to be a person.”

Conversation shifts to Nancy – he asks if she has a family (all while she continues massaging away). She does: a husband and two little twin girls. Even as Nancy talks about her family/husband, the tension begins ratcheting up between them as she starts massaging his lower back and thighs. (Nancy: “I love my husband and if there’s one thing I hate it’s disloyalty…. My god, these thighs.”) 

Meanwhile, Strings is essentially moaning at this point, as he leans up on his elbows on the massage table. (Yes this IS every bit as intense and unbelievable as you’re imagining – words cannot do this experience justice alkdfjaslkfj) He’s laying there shirtless, arms, chest, and shoulders fully on display, breathing hard, moaning, pushing his hair back out of his face, necklace chains jingling against his chest…. My GOD, dear reader, I’m about to pass out just trying to describe it!!!!

Nancy finally tells him he can turn over onto his back, but he hurriedly grabs the sheet to keep his waist/crotch covered and says he needs a minute. Sitting up, he asks her if they could just talk a while. 

Nancy: “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Strings, it’s a normal reaction.”

Strings: “Well… I ain’t embarrassed.”

Nancy: “Oh.”

The tension keeps ratcheting up even once Strings is dressed. Feeling what may be the stirring return of inspiration, Strings asks Nancy if she would sit on the couch for a moment while he plays “a little something” for her.

Nancy, increasingly flustered: “No, but I could sit there and die.” Raucous laughter from the audience as she rushes to sit down on the couch as instructed.

Strings again attempts to play a song. He gets a few bars in this time (with hilarious pauses as he keeps glancing at Nancy, then repeating the same bar), before again hitting the same emotional block. 

“My heart is broken,” he tells her, voice breaking too. He’s sitting on the sofa with the guitar in his lap, head bowed over the instrument.

“Oh Strings, you’re just about breaking mine.” 

Nancy reaches out to him. Kissing begins, then breaks off. Strings asks if she’s worried about her husband. No, her real issue is his rumored engagement to starlet Katie Crosby. He tells Nancy in no uncertain terms that the engagement was just made up by the press and he’s not involved with her anymore. 

At an impasse on what to do about their growing physical attraction and the attendant moral quandaries, Strings recalls Nancy mentioned that she plays the guitar. He asks if she would sing something for him. 

Nancy, while actively picking up the guitar: “Oh I could never sing in front of you!”

Seated next to Strings on the couch, she proceeds to sing a hilariously solemn rendition of Silent Night, even more hilariously accompanied by Jimmy, who appears out of nowhere in the doorway to harmonize with her. Strings stops her just before they reach “Sleep in heavenly peace,” saying: “I’m sorry, it’s just… them lyrics.” 

Nancy: “Oh my gosh, what an insensitive song selection!” She hurriedly lays the guitar aside.

Kissing begins again, followed by a few more interruptions. Moral scruples are again overcome when Nancy tells him “It’s just… I’ve had a crush on you since trade school, I can’t help how I feel.” Strings: “Eh, okay.” Then, when Strings mentions his mama as they’re kissing again, Nancy asks, “Oh, are you calling me your mama by mistake?” Strings: “What? No!! That’d be sick!”

But they’re back at it soon enough, and the scene fades to black as they at last commit.

SCENE 2

Adam’s in black jeans, an olive green button-up shirt, chains and hat again. 

Strings enters a cramped but cozy living room where his brother, Duke, sits watching TV. Strings is fielding calls from Nancy and Jimmy about the arrangements for Nancy to fly down for the funeral. Duke complains about the phone ringing off the hook, then they lapse into stilted conversation. First about a new planet that may or may not be discovered in the outskirts of the Kuiper Belt (Strings: “I ain’t really been following it that closely”), then about Duke’s current job. 

The atmosphere grows testy when Duke says Strings should “come down off your high horse and drink a beer with normal people every once in a while.” Strings takes offense to this, reminding Duke of when he once lent Duke money that has yet to be repaid. They agree they aren’t as close as they once were as kids, and that they have little to talk about these days. This leads to Strings confiding in Duke the plan that’s been growing in his mind: to “make a change,” move back to his hometown, and get a job at “Ernie’s feed store.”

Duke thinks this is nothing short of a ludicrous idea. “I think you’re cracking up if you’re thinking of working at the feed store. You’re telling me you’re gonna drag your world-famous ass to the feed store every morning like you ain’t the third biggest cross-over star in country music?!”

This leads to an argument about Strings’ work ethic, and Strings vehemently insisting to Duke that he works harder than anyone else in this town. (“I get up at 5 AM every morning of my goddamn life, when I’m filming! And when I’m on the road, boy you don’t even know what that’s like. If you think I got everything in life handed to me on a silver platter, you try coming along on one of them damn Japanese press junkets.”)

Cycling back to the feed store idea, Duke says, “In case you don’t remember, I worked there for two years after I quit school.”

Strings: “Course I remember, that’s what gave me the idea.”

Duke: “Well, let me just describe it to you, in case you go the wrong impression. Every morning, you gotta get up and go to the fucking feed store.” (Huge laugh at this every time.) “You gotta get there at 5, 5:30 AM, open up and stand there behind the counter while people asking for hog feed, chicken feed, cat food, pelleted horse feed, critter ritter crunch horse treats….” This list of increasingly ridiculous types of feed goes on for about a solid minute, and it’s literally one of the most impressive and hilarious moments in the entire show. I love every time CJ gets a round of applause for this entire spiel because he 1000% deserves it!!

Yet this fails to dampen Strings’ enthusiasm for his scheme, no matter how harebrained. “Ain’t gonna let you tear me down, Duke.”

They cycle through the topic of marriage, women, and the “bullshit” their mother used to give Strings over the women he dated. “Wasn’t all bullshit,” Strings admits, then tells Duke about Nancy, how he’s “never been with someone like her for more than a few hours at a time.” He opines on how she’s “Warm-hearted, simple, flexible, unambitious” and how she’s got him “hook, line, and sinker.”

Duke can’t resist asking about the alleged engagement to Katie Crosby. Eagerly shifting to sit on the arm of his easy chair, he asks: “Ain’t it true you broke it off, and she flew to Afghanistan to hand out buttons or what?” 

Strings: “No no, she was struggling for peace!”

Duke: “Getting her picture taken in one of them topless burqas?”

Strings: “It wasn’t topless, it was mesh, a fine metallic mesh! It was a statement of sexual enlightenment and solidarity with the women of Afghanistan!”

Duke: “Is it mesh even if you can see right through it?”

Strings: “If it’s finely woven!”

Strings again shuts down the Katie-engagement rumors and they focus again on the topic at hand: Strings possibly moving back home. 

Strings: “I’m gonna do it, Duke. I’m gonna be happy. Hell, I feel happier already.”

SCENE 3

Hold on tight to your armrests for this look: Black suit, white dress shirt with the top buttons undone, necklaces still visible underneath, black snakeskin boots and hat in hand. I swear he has never looked Lorger.

Strings and Duke step into a backroom at the church, seeing their mother’s casket for the first time. Jimmy comes in, telling Strings that family members at the funeral are asking for his autograph and that Jimmy’s collected their funeral programs. 

Strings is appalled – “they really want me to autograph my mama’s funeral programs?!” – and quickly sends Jimmy on his way. 

Strings complains to Duke about it, Duke quickly shuts him down, telling him they should focus on mama. Strings admits he was out of line. They share a hug before Duke steps out of the room.

Strings then fully notices for the first time that a young woman’s sitting in the room. He asks who she is, and she introduces herself as Essie.

Strings needs a minute to process this, then appears in disbelief. “You’re my cousin Essie? That little girl on the bicycle with the fringey basket going ‘scuse me!’ when there was never no one in your way? Well damn, you done grown up!”

They sit down together as Strings attempts to catch up with her on how she’s doing, but awkward moments ensue as she tells him both her father and husband recently passed away. She wrote Strings letters letting him know, but Strings “must have been on tour.” 

Strings: “That’s the worst thing I ever heard, losing both daddy and husband at the same time.”

Essie: “Yeah, well…. They were drag racing.”

Strings: “… they was drag racing each other?!”

Essie: “Daddy just loved drag racing. They ran each other off the road down that narrow pass.”

Strings: “… I wonder who was winning.” (Huge audience laugh)

Awkward catch-up now behind them, Essie tells Strings that she grew very close to Strings’ mother over the past year. Strings is surprised to hear this at first: “You didn’t find her too censorious?”

Essie: “She was never mean-spirited, just a little gruff. I don’t know how I would have gotten through the last year if not for her.”

Then follows the first time Strings ever really falls silent for any considerable period of time. He’s visibly both touched and shaken as Essie tells him about the days she spent with his mother, smoking cigarettes, baking pies, and talking the whole day long. (“We’d bake fourteen different kinds of pie.”) 

Essie also corrects Strings’ impression that his mother found him a terrible disappointment. She tells him how his mother had all of his records, how protective she always was of him, how “if anyone spoke harshly of you in front of her, they never did it again.”

Strings compulsively reaches to take her hand. “I can’t thank you enough for talking to me like this, Essie.”

Essie: “It’s a pleasure to talk with you, Strings, to be some comfort to you. I’m all alone in this world now and she meant a great deal to me.”

Their quiet moment is interrupted by Jimmy and Nancy, who just arrived straight from the airport. The tone of the scene immediately changes with Nancy’s arrival, as Nancy turns attention to how she would have preferred if Strings could have picked her up from the airport himself, and how she wishes she could have come into the church together with him because she “would have felt more protected.”

Strings gamely reassures her, and has Jimmy make room in the front family pews so Nancy can sit with him during the service. He then asks to be left alone with his mama for a few minutes.

Here comes one of the most moving and beautiful moments of the play. Alone in the room, Strings perches on a stool beside the open casket and, looking in, haltingly begins to speak. 

“Hey, Mama. It’s me, Clarence. I don’t know what to say…” (Pause as he begins to grow emotional. Usually one of his hands begins to clench and unclench in a fist, and you see his face begin to flush as tears slowly rise in his eyes.) “I know we didn’t always get along, but I always knew you were on my side. …. I’m helpless without you, Mama. How am I supposed to light my way through this terrible world?” 

At some shows, he’ll carefully reach into the casket at this point and adjust something inside, as if he’s straightening a blanket. Nancy enters again at this moment, asking if he’s ready. 

In my favorite performance yet, Adam was so emotional at this point that he had to reach for tissues from a box nearby and fully sobbed into the tissues a few times before he could face Nancy.

Nancy embraces him, then strangely (and hilariously) tries to reassure him: “You have to remember that you’re alive and she is dead.” He, through tears, gamely tells her he doesn’t know what he would have done without her these past few days.

SCENE 4

Adam wears the same on-fire suit look from the last scene

Essie’s living room – she’s just been woken by a late-night knock on the door. She hears, “It’s your cousin, Strings” from outside and lets him in. 

Enter Strings, a bit drunk and out of sorts. “I’m clear-eyed, I’m not a danger or nothing,” he assures her. “It’s just, I was at the Hyatt with Nancy and I didn’t have no one to talk to.” Huge laugh from the audience as Strings sits, struggling his way out of his suit jacket. 

Essie offers to make him some coffee, he agrees that would be a good idea. He ambles around her living room, commenting on a picture on the wall of Essie with his mother. He compliments her photography, saying, “I knew you had some talent in you, from the first time I saw you.” 

Strings soon descends back into grief, recalling with shame his initial feelings of relief upon hearing his mother had passed away. “I wish I was dead,” he despairs. 

Essie immediately comforts him, assuring him that these are normal feelings, that he’s not a bad person.

Strings scoffs at this, pointing out that he’s just left Nancy all alone in a strange city. 

Essie: “She’s a big girl, she’ll understand.”

Strings: “That’s what you think. Anyway. Fuck ‘er. (Huge audience laugh) I didn’t ask for her to stick her nose into my business, I don’t need that bullshit. All my life I’ve been looking for a girl like you, and look what I always end up with.”

Essie, caught off guard: “That’s a funny thing to say.” She stands from where she’d been kneeling beside where he sits on her sofa.

Strings, watching her with rapt attention and unable to help himself: “Man, you sure grown up pretty.”

When Strings stands and attempts to lean into her space, speaking more compliments about how there’s a “radiance” to her, Essie quickly deflects. She tells him he’s just worked up, “overwrought.”

“Never thought I’d find you in my own backyard,” says Strings.

Essie objects: “Stop it now, this isn’t your backyard. This is my living room. And I don’t believe you mean a word you say.”

Strings makes a few more charming come-ons, assuring Essie that he’s trying to change.

Then Essie delivers the line that always brings the house down: “That’s good and I wish you luck. Only… it’s 2 AM, and we’re cousins.”

Strings, after a long pause for laughter, waves his hand dismissively: “Distant cousins!”

Essie successfully wrangles Strings back onto the couch, then goes to fetch the coffee. She asks how he takes his coffee; he replies, “Black. Black as my fucking heart.” (Big audience laugh.)

Essie returns, carrying two mugs of coffee. When Strings tries to help her with the cups, some coffee splashes over the edge onto her hand. They both kneel down, rushing to clean it up.

Essie: “I think I burned myself.”

Strings: “Let me see. Yeah… it’s all red. (Dramatic pause as he holds Essie’s hand.) … Red like a rose in the shape of a hand.”

Once the ridiculousness of his comment passes, the air grows serious between them again. She stands, and he quickly follows, making an earnest appeal to her now.

Strings: “I live in a world with no real feelings at all. And that’s what I’m in need of now – and I think you are too.”

Essie rebuffs him, telling him firmly that it’s not fair for him to throw himself at her feet like this when he’s going to be leaving town with another woman in a matter of days. Strings relents: “I guess I’ve troubled you enough. Besides, Nancy is waiting for me.”

Essie: “Is it very serious between you two?”

Strings: “Feels about as serious as death.”

As he collects his suit jacket and moves towards the door, Strings says what he likes about Nancy is that “she’s real.” He mentions that she has two little girls (“Always wanted some kids. Maybe this is my chance to pick up a couple on spec.”) Just about ready to leave, he asks Essie if she likes kids.

Essie: “Of course I do, or I wouldn’t be a kindergarten teacher.”

Strings, rapidly coming back into the room again: “Is that what you do?!”

He plops right back down into a chair again, commenting that he could talk to her all night, and how good that feels. Essie says she’s glad for that, that she wants him to think of her as a friend.

Strings: “It ain’t easy thinking of you as a cousin, I’ll tell you that.”

Essie successfully corrals him back to the door, only for him to ask, “Will you shake hands with me, Essie?”

He holds on for a few extra beats, until she says, “Strings, you’re embarrassing me.” They lock eyes, neither of them let go of each other’s hands, and then they’re both leaning in at the same time. Almost just as soon as the kiss begins, Essie pulls away, hurrying to put distance between them.

Essie: “You have to go now, I mean it.”

Strings: “Please don’t send me away, think what I’m going through.” 

Essie: “I wish you’d think of what I’m going through. I find this very overwhelming.”

Strings: “I know, me too, darling. But ever since I saw you, sitting there in your little… funereal outfit… (Huge audience laugh every time) I felt a connection to you, and I think you felt it too.”

Essie objects that she’s concerned about how she’ll feel the next day if they give in to their attraction. She knows he’s leaving soon, and that it’s uncertain whether he’ll ever actually move back home like he said he might. She palpably begins to give in to her yearning, though, as she says, “If you only knew how lonely I’ve been.”

Strings approaches slowly, and this time she doesn’t step away. He reaches for her, and she doesn’t pull away as he slowly, tenderly cups her face. He gradually leans down. They kiss, once, twice, and then fade to black.

END ACT 1 

Soon to come: ACT 2!!!! :) Feel free to send me any asks or comments about Act 1! Obviously I'm more than a little in love with this play and it's literally my favorite thing to talk about!!! Hope to see everyone back here for the Act 2 play-by-play very soon!

[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Correspondent!Reader (Part 4) 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

@expert-texpert @persethegawd @episodes-ff @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj 🏷

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2024

“Wait a minute. Are you serious? Where is she? I can't believe this.” Reading this script for another match, Joseph Anoa'i vented regarding backstage production and started looking for you.

Calling first, Joe rubbed down his face and noticed this beard, quietly wishing that your fingers could smooth along black-grey patterns.

“Hi, Joe! I'm not sure if anyone told you, but I'm stuck in traffic. I'll be there soon.” Despite offering happiness, your bad news remained.

“Oh, man. I'm sorry. Just come find me when you get here. It's important. Stay safe.” Keeping his composure, Joseph tried to settle before hanging up.

“All right! See you later.” Your sweet voice pulled through once to end the call.

When Joseph silenced his phone, staff members almost looked horrified as the writer's team chaired this room and sought his opinion.

____

“Change the ending right now.” Joseph shook his head.

Voices would mumble in all directions upon realization.

“Episodes are fake. What's wrong?” One leader spoke up.

“This isn't fair. We've had segments together for years and the draft tossed everything out like garbage.” Not even mentioning details while thinking of you, Joe then lifted stapled papers.

“Joseph…” The leader wanted to calm down emotions.

“Don't argue.” Joe defended his choice. “I've spent most of my career putting up with y'all and you still can't listen to me?”

Just before that writer could respond, knocking echoed from the hallway.

“Hello, everyone. Apologies.” Staying cordial, you updated this production team.

Employees welcomed you inside and you quickly sat down, given the script.

While staff offered you this beverage, the progress kicked off once more as leaders explained that upcoming episode.

While reviewing details as usual, you smiled toward Joseph and laughed sometimes, prompting his rare joy that stood off camera.

Yet, the final pages grounded your unexpected shock.

What the hell? You thought.

No matter what happens though, you can't walk away from this opportunity.

______

“You okay?” Joseph looked for you in the tunnel once that vital meeting ended.

“No. The ending won't even make sense.” You stood across from him because this story would change forever.

“Since that team won't listen, I'll handle it.” Joe made this promise before walking away, ready for the program.

******

Thousands of people cheered when Roman defeated another monster, but nearly ominous music would pick up to signal one entrance.

“Holy hell! Solo Sikoa has emerged with members of the New Bloodline. A fresh chapter will change history.” Commentators almost yelled around fans.

Yet before Solo could even open his mouth with that microphone, someone else loomed and veiled their eyes, standing feet from the ring.

Taking off the hat of one outfit, that stranger revealed themselves.

You arrived.

“Oh! Let's go. What the…yeah!” Jimmy and Jey Uso almost cursed while realizing your appearance.

“Write this down!” Fans chanted your longtime slogan.

“Solo. Aren't you part of the family?” Using another microphone, your moment began.

“He's supposed to care about us.” Jey quickly spoke up near you.

“Who are you?” Solo dared to turn nonsense over your presence and everyone lost their minds.

“What did you just say?” Roman stepped forward while towering Solo to defend you. Even cameras noticed silent rage.

“Don't worry. I'll deal with this.” You intervened before Roman could knock Solo out.

Even Sami Zayn folded both arms while observing this live movie.

“I'm in charge now. I'm the Tribal Chief!” Solo barked, yet no one flinched.

Your nearly manic laughter spooked him right back and you no longer veiled the truth of this unexpected personality. Fans cheered again.

“No one has ever pulled this much audacity before! You've lost your mind, Solo.” Your declaring words protected the only bloodline here.

“OTC!” Fans encouraged Roman over and over again.

Camera angles zoomed inward as you stepped back and prompted Roman to watch Solo's every move.

“If anything happens to her, I'll burn this place to the ground.” Reigns held nothing back and warned Sikoa. “You understand me?”

“I don't care.” Solo narrowed his eyes. “You can't run things anymore.”

When Jimmy and Jey safely escorted you out of that ring, Roman burned emotions and grounded the most diabolical Superman Punch for Solo!

“You scared? Huh? Don't get up.” Reigns worked trash talk once more. “Uh-uh! Don't get up now, Solo.”

Lifting two blurred middle fingers, you shouted almost incoherently while standing ringside as Jimmy and Jey viewed this hopeful win.

“My goodness! Will Roman Reigns keep his rightful place as Tribal Chief?” Announcers questioned so much to offer dramatics.

“Listen. Keep her name out of your mouth before we have some problems!“ Roman torched Solo and looked for you again.

“Get him, Uce!” Jey chanted for Roman when time ran down.

Crashing his iconic spear maneuver with Sikoa, Reigns pulled this much-needed victory.

“The reign continues. There is only one Tribal Chief standing upfront in WWE!” Commentators wailed to end the match.

____

Turning himself away from that large-scale ring, Joseph shattered the fourth wall and immediately headed in your direction, rasping his words.

“Look at me. I love you.” Views of perfectly dark yet long hair fell around Joseph's chiseled face.

Even his bare sweat warmed near each of your stances.

“Joe…” Before you could turn away, Joseph raised your chin using his gloved finger.

“I love you…” Repeating the truth, his Southern accent toned this meaningful whisper.

Welcoming the true promise, you smiled against his lips in character while credits rolled to end another program.

*****

“Just warning everybody. I'm still fired up from our match, so be careful.” Joseph would still face media platforms once televised cameras stopped.

“Reports have already speculated that you were supposed to lose this match.” One person revealed their inquiry.

“I didn't.” Joe shrugged.

“We've also heard more rumors about the future your own storyline…” Questions moved to The Bloodline again, but Joseph couldn't overreact.

“We all put on a show. Everyone does. Leave it at that.” Joe knew better.

“One last question.” Your voice turned heads around the room.

“Excuse me. Before you start, Hey.” Offering this bright smile, Joseph truly laughed and colleagues almost swooned.

“Hi.” You grinned.

“Please go ahead.” Leaning back, Joseph welcomed the question, but his glare locked down and focused on you.

Even while hustling for media right now, You look absolutely gorgeous.

“What's next?” Your words quickly trembled this audience.

“Until somebody else can knock everything down and take power away from me, we'll just keep moving forward.” Joseph stood tall with the answer.

“Thank you, Sir.” You smiled to end the press conference.

“Sir?” Pulling that Big Dog character up, Joe messed with you while everyone silenced. “Baby Girl? This might be too hot for TV, but listen. Don't even pull this trigger unless you know what happens afterwards.”

“Uh-oh!” Other voices realized the dynamics of what Joe meant.

_____

Once media turned out of his way, Joseph nearly chased you down this tunnel and found one corner, hiding despite the surrounding public.

“You're a brat? Huh?” He smiled against your lips when you looked up to face his brown eyes.

“Maybe…” You would play his own games right back.

“I love you…” Joseph Anoa'i offered the truth one last time before looping his fight arm around your shoulder, grateful.

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

Okay I've seen people theorize how the eyes in the Mouthwashing deaths are supposed to connect to how they saw the true Jimmy (ex: Daisuke's eyes were fully closed, Anya's were open) but my friend added on the "drinking eye". Like when you're drunk you see the truth more often and pick up on smaller details. She brought that up with Swansea and the mouthwash and the spiked drink. We see that he only has one eye when he's dead. I am TWEAKING rn /pos

Edit: She pointed out that the drinking eye also allows people to realize what they hate about themselves. Swansea realized those things and tried to better his life. Some people don't do that, though, and they instead wallow in self-pity. She mentioned him talking down on himself before killing Daisuke.

[heartfullofleeches]

I am politely asking for you to write about Erin cross dressing please

(Going off an old request I vaguely remember with Erin overhearing you like feminine guys)

"They're so cute- Hey, Y/n what do you like in a partner?"

Erin leans back in his seat away from the commotion at his table to eavesdrop on yours. You were surrounded by friends flapping their gums over someone one of them was interested in - put on the spot for not giving your two cents.

"Uh, I don't know- someone pretty I guess."

"You mean like those people you follow who wear nice makeup and skirts?"

Your coughing fit is enough of an answer for everyone listening in on the conversation. Erin returns to his group, subconsciously groping his features. He had some softer details thanks to his mother, but was he what others would call pretty? The tingle in his chest combated the nausea from eating school food at the thought of you praising his looks. He picks up a tater tot and chucks it at a girl across the table; it being the only way to get her attention otherwise.

She picks it out of her fruit cup. "What the hell, Erin?!"

"Shut up and give me your lip gloss, Bea."

"Why in the fuck would I do that?"

"I'll tell coach you're the one who stole her flask and replaced it with bleach for giving the lead spot in the parade to someone else."

Beatrix angrily shifts through her bag. "Here."

"Thank you." He tosses her his unopened cup as he gets up from the table and heads to the bathroom. He stops by the janitor's closet and jimmies the broken lock until it pops open, grabbing the out of order sign. He wants for everyone to come out of the restroom and sets the sign up as he enters.

Erin reevaluates himself in the mirror. His long hair did confuse the older crowd when they saw him from a distance. He tucks it all into a high ponytail using a spare bracket as a band. Next, he pulls out the cheerleader's makeup. This isn't his first time with the stuff. Both his mom and older sibling dressed him up in the past whenever he asked about their clothes and was interested in trying them. He let his mother put eye shadow on him whenever they went out as a family.

Erin dispenses some of the gloss on his finger, puckering his lips as he cakes them in the foundation. He smacks them together to even the coat out and looks at the results in the mirror.

It's a start. The gloss is barely noticeable outside bright light, but it adds a little more volume to his lips. He goes back in to work on other parts of himself, but the bell cuts his session short.

"Shit!"

Erin hurries out of the bathroom and down to the cafeteria; forgetting about the sign in his haste. The dining area is nearly empty by the time he gets back, and you didn't have the next period together. He looks back to see if you've already gone, the next person to walk by bumping straight into him.

"Sorry- Oh, hey Erin."

"Sup."

You look him up and down. Erin's teeth pick at his lips in anticipation.

"Not much. You look good. See you next period."

The light force of you walking by almost knocks Erin off his feet. You said something nice about him. He didn't think he'd get this far. Maybe a passing glance, but you completely acknowledge him. You thought he looked good. It was a high he never wanted to fall from. One he craved more of with only one possible solution.

-

Erin hisses in pain as the teeth of his skirt's zipper lodge into his skin. "Fucking damn it-"

He pulls the fabric away from his hip and zips it up; kicking an empty shipping box under his bed. It sticks out of the corner due to the other packages overcrowding the space, but he was too excited to take care of them now or throughout the week they all had arrived. The skirt was the final piece of his outfit which also took the most time to arrive. Erin hooks mini pearl earrings in his ears and pulls his shirt from inside the shirt before looking at himself in the full body mirror by his closet.

The outfit consisted of an off the shoulder light pink top and a black skirt that went down to his thighs. The rest of his legs were covered by white stockings and his ginger hair was yet again pulled back. He wore a more noticeable shade of gloss on his lips and his long eyelashes were extended with the use of a wand. His regular choker was switched with a red one with a heart shaped dog tag. He had muscle, but the skirt hugged his body in a way that showed off his curves. Staring at himself, Erin felt pretty. Time for the next phase.

Erin snaps a photo of him at the mirror. He then gets in his bed with his back against the headboard. He grabs a pillow and hugs it to his chest, tugging his shirt down a bit more as he gets into position. He makes sure that his stocking clad thighs are in frame as he takes another pic and pulls up his contact. He knew your number by heart from the various acquaintances he hustled it off of and when you gave it to himself yourself for a project, but what good boyfriend doesn't have their partner in their phone without a cute title?

Erin sends you the pictures without saying a word. He waits about five minutes to pick up his phone again, both happy and disappointed you haven't opened his text.

"Sorry for the pics. Lost a bet and sent them to the wrong number."

His heart leaps out of his chest as his phone chimes.

"No worries. Hope this is okay for me to say, but you look pretty."

It's more than okay. Erin stares at his phone for ages; eyes rolling over the message countless times yet his brain fails to retain it to memory. He'd probably explode if it did. He experiences a moment of clarity in wondering what your expression was when you saw him. Did you see him as desirable. Did you crave him as badly?

Luck worked in Erin's favor that night - for he may soon have an answer.

"Hey- actually, do you want to come over? I'm bored and thought we could hang out or something."

[longwuzhere]

Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers

My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My second half of Episode 7 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 9 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

(SPOILERS if you haven't seen the show yet):

We start things off with the title of the episode, "Kiss Kiss Fall in Portal" a fun nod to the lyrics of Ouran High School Host club's OP, Sakura Kiss by Chieko Kawabe. Very apt since Clark wanted to show the cherry blossoms to Lois on their date.

Next Jimmy razzing Clark for his extremely scheduled date plans for Lois and razzing Lois for her gift to Clark. Each of them reference what happened in previous episodes. With the first thing Clark and Lois I talked about it here and the second thing Clark mentioned I talked about it here.

After we cut back from Lois and Jimmy picking up Lois's dry cleaning, we meet the villain of the episode, Mr. Mxyztplk. In the comics, Mxy makes his first appearance in Superman #30 (1944) by Joe Shuster, Jerry Seigel, and Ira Yarbrough as you can see in the page above this text. Mxy is a 5th dimension imp who plays jokes and pranks on Superman and can only be rid of if Mxy says his name backwards. Yeah Mxy is a MAJORLY annoying thorn at Clarks side. MAwS Mxy, as you can tell has a DRASTIC overhaul in design kinda shares color and design choices with Whis from the Dragon Ball Super anime. Also in the show Mxy is a chaos god compared to the annoying imp in the comics.

Classic way to describe Clark Kent. That's a given in any Superman media.

Next we see Mxy mess with Clark by snapping him into his various Superman animation incarnations from the Max Fleischer cartoons, the Superfriends cartoons, and the cartoon that introduced Superman to me, Superman the Animated Series. Shout out to the MAwS team for remembering to give StAS Superman the darker trunks. People often forget that. Same with the red belt on the Fleisher Superman and the cape circling behind the neck of Superfriends Superman when usually the cape exposes the next a lot more too. Very good attention to detail.

With Lois and Jimmy they meet alternate versions of themselves. We meet two different Loises and one Louis Lane. There actually is a Louis Lane in the comics who has connections to Mxyzptlk.

In Superman #349 (1980) (W: Martin Pasko, P: Curt Swan, I: Frank Chiaramonte, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda), Clark is forced into a genderbent world thanks to Mxyzptlk where he meets, as you can see on the page, gender flipped versions of his Daily Planet colleagues. Clark is eventually able to escape the world and defeat Mxy where he actually meet Louis Lane, Lois Lane's legit cousin. Bonus fun fact Osric Chau who voices Louis Lane, was the Atom/Ryan Choi on the CW DC shows

The League of Loises have a ship that's kinda similar to one of the ships designed by Rian Hughes and Grant Morrison on the Multiverse Map. I talked more about that map and the multiverse here

Lois Prime here shares similar designs to Fleischer Studios' Lois Lane. Very good homage to the look.

Next scene is EASTER EGGS GALORE and the section that took the longest for me to do. When Mxy and Clark break into the Science and Superhero Museum that Lois Prime created, we see a mace and an elaborately designed box of some sort. If you know your DC universe, these two things are a Thanagarian (alien hawk people) Nth Metal (strongest metal in the DC universe) Maces that is usually wielded by Hawkman and Hawkwoman/girl (as you can see both of them wielding their own respective maces on the comic covers here. The first one is from Justice League #15 (2019) done by Jim Cheung Tomey Moreu and the second cover is from Hawkman #1 (2018) done by Stjepan Šejić) and the box is a Mother Box from the New Gods. The Nth Metal mace makes its first debut in the Brave and the Bold #34 (1961) though it resembles more like flails and even then the Nth metal mace is a morningstar, but its alien technology maybe Thanagarians call these weapons maces where here we call it a morningstar.

Mother Boxes are basically supercomputers that the New Gods use. Created by Jack Kirby and debuted in the Forever People #1 (1971), Mother Boxes have a wide range of uses from energy and molecule manipulation, energy transferring, Boom Tube summoning to travel inter-dimensionally or inter-/intra- galactically, machine manipulation. The page from Who's Who-The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #16 (1986) explains what a Mother Box is in full detail.

The camera then shifts and we see a Green Lantern Power Battery, a T-Sphere, and a book on display. The farthest item is an obvious one, a Power Battery that Green Lantern uses to recharge the Power Ring. This version of the Power Battery and Green Lantern make their debut in Showcase 22 (1959). The final two panels from the comic (W: Jon Broome, P: Gil Kane, I: Joe Giella, L: Gaspar Saladino) shows Hal Jordan recharging the ring with the Power Battery.

T-Spheres are floating spheres used by Mr. Terrific aka Michael Holt. These spheres can form laser grids, act as sensor arrays, bombs, record video and audio, hack into computers, display holograms, and discharge electricity to shock things or people. They make their debut in JSA #11 (2000) as seen there in the middle two panels (W: Geoff Johns, David Goyer, P: Buzz, I: Michael Bair, C: John Kalisz, L: Ken Lopez).

The book is a little harder to pinpoint, but my guess is this is the Book of Souls/the Cosmic Log/The Book of Destiny. If Lois Prime is able to find all this stuff and is able to preserve it in a museum, I wouldn't be surprised if Destiny of the Endless gave her an inert copy of the book for the museum. The book makes its debut in Weird Mystery Tales #1 (1972) (Page art by Michael Kaluta). The book records everything that is, was, and will be. If you haven't read the comics, you might have seen it be used on the CW DC shows rewriting the histories of their characters.

Ok so at the moment I am near the end of my 30 images limit so I will be making another post to hopefully finish the rest, but in the meantime, now that you are down here, feel free to check out the other easter eggs and references posts -

My episode 1 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 2 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 3 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 4 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My episode 5 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 6 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My second half of Episode 7 easter egs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 8 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 9 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Episode 10 easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

[mayhems-cannon]

god i'm so sorry i'm about to enter yapcity at mach speed about something non ultrakill but jesus christ i need to talk about faith and the way i keep seeing it and how it ties with themes of mental health and how it just clicks with me? like a sort of personal analysis i guess????

so, i guess, to talk about it

somehow there are characters i just kinda, hit it with? like it hits at the core, and often enough it's through a weird fucking revelation, like a spark or something, and somehow that hit hardest when i fought the unspeakable in chapter 1 (the mirror boss). learning about John himself having been through a mental healthcare system and having had to so obviously lie to himself to be able to leave kinda hit, really really fucking hard. i felt seen, it was as if ties were created from that alone and everything from now on hit so much harder

i don't know how to explain it but the way psych wards are shown within media is either so saccahrine or so ridiculously anti-therapy yet the very little parts of John's experience we know feel much more realistic to me, no matter (or rather thanks to) the sparcity of details shown through the notes.

the way he was impacted by his experience there, the general behavior of the doctors, just the lying to himself that it's all fine because the more you stay the worse you actually feel, hell even just the demon throwing him back to the straightjacket room, all that feels real and familiar and scary. if it's not straightjackets nowadays (fuck you jimmy beast for that fucking video idea btw) the rooms are still padded and you're still stripped of everyhting and pricked in the ass with a sedative for being a danger to yourself and/or the people around you

you stay there for one month, because you can't afford to stay more, else you'll miss school or work, because you're not doing anything useful aside going through assigned "therapies" that barely feel useful sometimes, and the demons just remain here, cause you can't afford to get rid of them here, it's too much void, too much free time spent doing nothing but get anxious and reminded of everything, you're numb but you're also restless.

but still you need to hide the demons, no matter what, so you lie about it:

"I am happy to report that, since accepting the truth, my nightmares have ceased and i now enjoy peace of mind that i have not felt since the incident."

the people around you give up on you, slowly then everything just falls completely. first it's your job, the thing that gives your life a proper rhythm. you take the time to breathe, or at least try to, but it doesn't stop, the demons don't leave you, they just don't, they stay, always and always, and you just can't sleep anymore. your close ones worry, but soon it's too much to handle for them. you try to battle it out, you try to make it stop, you take things into your own hands but that's the sign it's too late, you've pushed them off the edge and now they're gone.

"John,

I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.

I will always love you back.

Molly."

and you're alone. again.

the demons are still here, always here, but you have to pretend they just aren't. you still feel horrible about seeing Amy in this state, just not alive anymore, a silent husk, an emoty piece of flesh, about having failed the one job you were told to do, you couldn't save anyone, you couldn't do shit but stand and watch, but you're here, getting told your issues are just delusions in your mind, that your nightmares are figments of your imaginations, that you just maybe need to talk it out some more. you feel like you should die but you can't say it, people take you for an insane person for what you did, of course they do, why wouldn't they?

so you lie about your mental state, and you write that letter, you act in the way they want you to act at the ward, and once you're out you just start again, pick back up where you left off, because it's not over, the demons are still here and you need to actually get fucking rid of them. and it slowly fucking eats at you but you should know you need to push through it, constantly

i dunno, maybe i'm being an idiot who projects on his silly 80s pc like viddygame but it just all sounds like the basic processes of trauma and mental illness to me. the demons have gained physical traits here but it still reads to me as an allegory for dealing with so many traumatic events while having everyone around you hate you or misunderstand you, and you feel constanlty alone, but you know you aren't, it just hurts to think about it cause it feels like i could, i guess, just know John. i could go back to a psych ward for my own worsening issues and almost just see him, as is, in a jeans-tshirt combo, and i'd feel like "yeah, you're just like me, you got fucked over and traumatized and now people just won't understand, and the demons keep follwing you".

again idfk i just. kinda. ghgheh

[switch-shift]

Hi switch i love asking stupid questions. Uhhhhh so ik they're video games but beyond that, what even are mouthwashing and balatro?

Heyyy hil good to talk to you! :)

Mouthwashing and Balatro are both indie games that came out in 2024. In essence, Mouthwashing is a nonlinear storytelling walking sim with some light puzzles that relies on the player / audience to make inferences on key plot details. Meanwhile, Balatro is a roguelike / autobattler based on Poker that adds in fun and wacky upgrades, mutations and gamechanging alterations.

Mouthwashing uses PS2-era graphics as both an artistic style and a way to obfuscate certain details, relying on visual glitches, nonsensical surroundings and nightmarish confrontations to tell a story in a way that does not follow the linear path of time. The story follows the last manned crew ship of the company the Pony Express (they do long-term interstellar deliveries) and the five-person crew: Anya, the nurse; Swansea, the mechanic; Daisuke, the mechanic’s “intern;” Jimmy, the co-pilot; and Curly, the captain.

The POV switches between Jimmy, after The Crash, and Curly, before The Crash (the Crash, if you can imagine, is when *someone* intentionally causes the ship to crash). Even before The Crash, you can tell that the relationships between the characters are degrading, but after, it all falls apart. No spoilers, but Jimmy turns out to be an incredibly self-serving, horrific person that has done multiple inexcusable, unforgivable things. This game is very heavy and serious and gets incredibly abstract towards the end, so it may be very hard to follow after a certain point.

Trigger warnings for, in general, sexual assault / rape (implied? Never directly mentioned), manipulation, death, and gore

BALATRO, on the other hand, is a game that revolves very heavily on Poker! It has no plot and purely revolves around gameplay. You start out with a certain amount of hands (plays), cards, and discards. You use these to play normal Poker hands - each one gives a set amount of chips and mult (a scale to multiply your chips by) - to defeat “blinds” or levels where you have to reach a certain score to win. But eventually, you’ll get the ability to buy jokers and consumables - consumables upgrade the amount of points your hands can give you, can change the dynamics of your deck (starts out as a normal 52 card deck), or give bonuses. Jokers can do… almost anything. You can have a few at a time, and they can give you more points, scale (additionally or multiplicatively), fudge the rules or change the game in a minute way, and just in general make or break your game.

Each “ante” is made up of 3 blinds, and the last blind is a boss blind that has a unique debuff. You want to reach ante 8 to beat the game.

You can add more cards to your deck through purchases or consumables, remove cards through consumables, or add enhancements to cards all in the name of optimizing your run. Most players pick a type of hand to focus on for the entire run, like flushes or straights or pairs. And then you upgrade your hands, decks, and jokers accordingly.

Now, you’re probably asking because you’ve seen me reblog fan art of these jokers and are wondering about the interactions. In the game, it’s all just cards - there are no characters. But there are “synergies,” or certain jokers that work really well together - for example, a joker that gives bonuses when you play a straight and a joker that fudges the definition of a straight (maybe it makes it so that you can play a straight with 4 cards instead of 5, or you can skip ranks to make straights easier to play) will have great synergy because they rely on the same strategy.

People have started shipping jokers with popular synergies and drawing gijinkas of these jokers being romantic or whatever. I personally find the idea super fun and cute and that’s why I enjoy reblogging it. The most popular pairing by far is Brainstorm and Blueprint, both of whom copy any other joker’s ability - effectively triggering that other joker 3 total times when used together. It’s a very OP combination when played right, and almost everyone has agreed that these two jokers are both women, which is awesome imo.

A side note: the face of the game is the most basic joker, and he *does* have a rudimentary personality. His name is Jimbo and he runs you through the tutorial and makes fun of you when you lose. On the other hand, he also compliments you when you win. Aside from ship art, he’s probably the most common type of fan art you’ll see.

Anyway, I hope that was a good explanation! If you have more questions just lmk haha