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mrshenrycavill23 · 4 years ago

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A Dream to Remember ✨ - PART 2

-Sequel to my last short story, Destiny, featuring Henry & [Y/N] character a fangirl who has met him during a trip to Antalya, Turkey. This story begins where the Destiny finished.

#2 Tangled ✨💘

The ride was rather a short one. But I was all lost in my thoughts while secretly staring at Henry’s curls and temples. While looking at him, I began to relive the moments my soul got to experience while tangled with his the night before. The way he made me feel so small yet so loved, so lost yet so found, he took what was meant for him all this time. I suddenly felt a bit sore down and got a bit uncomfortable sitting in the backseat while he was sitting beside me. I tried not to show my discomfort but he suddenly looked at me, as if he could sense it, sense the soreness, sense the pain, he looked at me, then gazed down at the end of my dress, his gaze alone made me feel as if he could see me naked while I was fully clothed. He put his hand on my thigh and was slowly moving towards me when his phone ringed and it was the Uber app notifying that we had reached the restaurant he wanted me to have breakfast with him at.

The driver stopped the car and Henry got out first and quickly moved on the other side to open my door. My God, what a true gentleman. I was no one and yet he made me feel like the most important woman in the world.

The restaurant was very fancy, it was surely a sunny beautiful day and sun-rays spread through the glass doors and windows of the restaurant and glistened the entire room. Henry, wearing a white shirt with denim, looked like a greek god had come to life. There weren’t many people and we quickly sat down and gave our orders.

“So, I’ve been thinking to ask you this. Are you comfortable with me, [y/n]? I mean you don’t feel scared that paparazzi might just bust from anywhere right now and you will be dragged into something you don’t deserve to be in?” Henry asked with those worried puppy like eyes.

I thought for a second. What did I have to lose?

I had nothing to lose as compared to what I was living through in the moment.

“You’re a great company, Henry. I enjoyed talking to you heart to heart last night at the beach. I felt so good after a long time. It’s not about you being the celebrity I adore, but I truly value the person you have turned out to be. I’m willing to risk it all to know you more.”

Words came out of my mouth so easily yet each word made me more nervous than the one before. What was I doing with myself? It’s Henry Cavill. Women way better than me could die for him and here I am expressing how I feel in the most minimal way possible.

“Oh yes, I felt so good. Beach, you mentioned eh? It was dark last night, do you want to go right now? It’s been a while since I enjoyed the waves with someone.” Henry smirked as he sipped the juice he ordered.

Happiness rush through my entire body. What is this? A date? Going to the beach with him? Oh my God. Yes. I deserve this. After all those years of dreaming of being with him. Yes. YES!

“Um, yes sure but what about the media people you wanted to avoid? I’ve been here before and I know a secluded beach, away from the crowds, it’s a bit far though. We’d have to hire a taxi for the day” I said with an overflowing excitement in my face and voice.

“Nah, we wouldnt hire a taxi. We’ll rent a car for the day. I’ll drive and you can tell me the route, what do you say?” He said, smiling.

Oh to see him driving. Was I in heaven or is this reality. We finished eating and walked our way to the nearest tourist-help centre where they arranged a car for us and Henry being the gentleman he is, first made sure I was comfortable in it then he made his way to the driving seat.

He was so big, his arms, his biceps, the same arms that held me down while he fucked me hard last night. I suddenly got flashes of the sex we had and started sweating a bit, just seeing him driving seduced me, I wanted him to do it again, to fuck me again, to ease my soreness or make it hurt more, but I could not make the first move. I did not know if he wanted me again? or was it just a friends with benefits / one time thing? To release myself from my thoughts, I connected the aux cable with the player of the car and played Fetish by Selena.

“This song goes so well with these views, damn Antalya is so beautiful, roads are like butter. The car is pretty fine too. I hope you’re enjoying it? Woah, look at that lake!!”

I was so occupied by Henry’s presence that I almost forgot how beautiful the views were. Beautiful sky, green valleys with sounds of waterfalls and a glimpse of the crystal clear blue water of the beach we were near to.

“It’s so beautiful right? Oh turn right, we’re almost there” I exclaimed.

There was it. The beauty, the seamless waves crashed on the silent beach where there was no one but the two of us. I kind of felt scared, maybe the beach was way too secluded.

“Wow ma’am you really didn’t watch anyone to catch you with me? Eh?” He remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“I just wanted you to enjoy without the fear of being photographed all the time” I said, while blushing.

He quickly unbuttoned his white shirt, threw it on the spot we were sitting and started striding towards the beach when he looked at me and said with questioning eyes while I was amazed by his hairy chest and broad shoulders,

“What?? Get up come on let’s go for a swim!!!?

What are you waiting for??” He shouted with excitement.

Little did he know that I didn’t know how to swim. I have this fear of deep water. I can only get my feet wet and that’s about it. Since childhood I have never been able to go for a swim whether it’s a pool or sea. I can’t breathe if water level reaches above my knees.

“Henry... I.. I can’t swim, I don’t know how to swim, I’m scared of deep waters” I said in a very low, embarrassed voice.

“Oh.. I’m sorry I didn’t know that. But you can come with me? Enjoy the waves as they touch the shore? Can get your feet wet right??” He said with a worried voice.

He slowly came towards me, held my hand gently as I stood up and then hand in hand we walked towards the waves, he then indulged in the shallow waves while I looked down at the wet sand sucking my feet. It was peaceful.

He looked like a beauty, like a small orca, he was so big yet swam so beautifully. He was all wet and I could feel myself getting wet. I had no control over it. For the first time in my life I had seen a man who controlled my body even when he didn’t touch it.

I was staring at him and feeling the waves at my feet when suddenly a large tide hit my knee and I lost my flow. All I remember after it is being swayed away by the waves while struggling to breathe while Henry shouting my name and running towards me.

“WAKE UP [Y/N]!!!!! WAKE UP PLEASE, OPEN YOUR EYES” I heard Henry shouted while he struggled to slowly pump by chest to make me cough out the water inside my lungs. I was unconscious and I don’t know for how long.

The first thing I saw when I gained back consciousness was Henry’s glistening lips trying to resuscitate me and his worried eyes, while my head lay in his arm. I could die here, I wanted to. What a beautiful death it would be.

“Henry ...? I’m sorry.. I didn’t know what happened a wave came..” I said in a low voice gaining back my consciousness.

“Shhh, it’s okay, I am so sorry, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault, I should never have forced you to come near those tides with me, it’s all my fault, i could’ve lost you.. “ He kept mumbling as I shut him up with a deep kiss.

I wanted to make the first move since so long but just couldn’t, and now? He made me fall in love with him all over again. I slowly moved his lips with mine as his words became inaudible. With one hand I touched his chiseled jaw and my other hand was holding him with my fingers in his curls. I kissed him as if he was water and I was stranded in a desert for days. He knew what was happening. He put his hand on my waist and the other hand slowly moved from my neck to breasts. I had lost all control.

He kissed me back hard. His tongue invaded my mouth as if raging war with mine. He pushed me back on the wet sand, as I held his hair and he held my thighs.

“I’ve wanted this for every second since last night” He whispered in my ears as his hand made its way to my pussy. I leaned back

as his fingers slowly circled around my clit from outside of my panty, his palm touched the wet patch. I moaned as he slid his fingers inside and touched my sore clit and layers.

“Fuck me, Henry” I moaned as he put his two fingers inside my newly popped pussy. It was still tight as he pushed his fingers inside, while his lips slid from my neck to my breasts. He first bit my boobs from outside the dress as it was wet and showed my nipples, then from the other hands undressed me partly and sucked my nipples.

My mind couldn’t comprehend which area gave me more pleasure. His fingers vigorously moving in my pussy or his lips slowly sucking my nipples. He quickly hit my g-spot as I pushed my clit on his palm to cum on his hand.

“Yes baby, come to me, fuck you” Henry whispered as he moved his mouth to my neck and gave me a love bite. I moaned louder as he pushed me on the sand, and quickly unzipped his jeans, and there it was. His big, towering, raw dick. I gasped as I knew it would hurt but it was all going to be worth the pain.

He separated my legs with the weight of his thighs and teased my clit with his tip.

“You took my breath away when I thought I almost lost you, don’t do that again, don’t scare me like that again or I am never going to forgive you!” He roared and looked in my eyes with an intimidating stare as he thrust it inside me. I moaned and held his waist as he dug his teeth in my neck slightly moaning. He kept ramming it inside me and pumped at the right spots. It was as if he knew which buttons to press to make me lose my senses.

The sand covered us both, it was sand, sweat, and smoke of lust. I crossed my legs around his waist as he thrusted deeper inside me. It hurt but I liked him hurting me, the pleasure was more than the pain. I want it as badly as he wanted it to give it to me. He felt so big while I was only half his size. I was about to come, I was on the edge of my self control.

“Don’t you dare cum, you can only cum with me” He roared as he pushed me aside and quickly held me by my waist as he leaned his back on the sand, now me on top of him.

Fuck. I wanted to ride him. Back in the car, back at the restaurant, last night. I wanted to ride it. I sat up and slowly took it in while being half undressed. My boobs were out, wet, and sun’s rays falling on my brown skin and my untied long black hair on the side of my shoulder. He looked at me as if I was a feast. He slowly held my arm with one hand and tightly grabbed my both boobs in one hand as I rid him. I pushed myself on his dick as he fucked me while going in harmony with my movements. It was like a song, a wave, a fire. I bent down and kissed him while riding him, as I felt his dick’s veins getting more prominent inside me. I could feel him pumping inside me as he tightly gripped my hair, and kissed me deeply “Come with me, NOW” he growled.

I let it lose, as he filled me up with his cum and mixed up with my orgasm. I felt as if I was being drugged into unconsciousness. He kissed me and I kissed him back letting my body lose itself on his. We were tangled like a rope, like a knot. And I loved it. I loved every bit of it.

He rubbed my back as I hid my face on his neck. He looked at me, with longing eyes, “I love you” He said with a voice that sent trembles down my spine.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fan art #henry cavill smut

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omegazes · 4 years ago

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Arcane Kingdom Au Part 1:

- Magic prevalent here and the type you are born with most often determines your job

- Fire- blacksmiths, life- healers combat- knights etc

- Not always the case: Ex, Technoblade has flora magic, which often leads to farming but he’s one of the best fighters in the kingdom. He also is a great farmer on the side

- Main characters are George, Dream, and Sapnap as our protagonists and Schlatt and his kingdom as the antagonist. Many other mcyts will appear with important roles!

- Royal family have an inherited power while all others can have children who have different powers than themselves.

- Royal family powers are not found outside of each Royal family

- Each royal family as a power that has to do with controlling others. 2 of which will be revealed below

George:

-king of the Pathos Kingdom

-named this way as his familial line, including himself, can manipulate people’s feelings/emotions

-George refuses to use his magic unless necessary as his ancestors used it to manipulate their subjects and members of other kingdoms

-poor relations with other kingdoms, but has slowly begun rebuilding them

-dark blue aura when using powers, but few have seen it

-rather apathetic as he is afraid showing his emotions may bring his powers out

-George has issues making friends

-forced into hiding with Dream and Sapnap after his castle is raided by Schlatt and his army

Dream:

-head knight for the Pathos kingdom and George’s personal guard

-highly proficient in combat magic.

-combat magic allows for faster reactions, increased stamina/endurance, adapting to unknown combat tools, slightly strength increase

-those with this magic aren’t invincible in fights but can come pretty close depending on their level of skill. The magic does have a time limit which depends on the users focus and skill to keep it up for longer periods of time

-Dream has an emerald green aura when he uses his magic

-helped George and Sapnap escape the castle siege

-goal is to help George return to his throne

-he still has his mask. The reason for it will be revealed at a later time :)

Sapnap:

-head castle blacksmith of Pathos kingdom

-proficient in fire magic

-those with this ability can put out fire as long as it has not grown too large, are invulnerable to burns, and can start their own fire.

-they are not invulnerable to side effects of fire (such as smoke inhalation) though these effects are not as dangerous to them

-Dream and him are best friends

-was able to get some people out of the castle but ultimately passed out due to breathing in to much smoke

-Dream gets him out and to a healer and he’s fixed right up and immediately tells Dream that he had it taken care of

-his favorite thing to do with his magic is set some of his body on fire and run at people

-dark orange aura when Sapnap uses his magic

-also agrees to help George get his throne back

Schlatt:

-king of the Ivy Ram kingdom

-possesses magic of the mind, which basically means mind control

-his entire kingdom is either under is control or is too scared to face him and face the consequences

-plan is to destroy or take over the other kingdoms and become the ultimate emperor over everyone

-dark red aura when actively using his power

-has enough control over it to use it passively and without focusing. Here only his eyes are red

-vows to [redacted due to plot relevance] (oh boy is that missing piece of info angsty)

I hope you enjoy this new au of mine! The hybrid au is still happening as well, but I just thought of this idea and really liked it and then this post happened. Feel free to ask questions or give me theories!

#arcanekingdomau #georgenotfound #dream #dreamwastaken #sapnap #jschlatt #fantasy au #mcyt au #mcyt #king georgenotfound #king George #knight Dream #Dream team

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me-and-your-husband · 5 years ago

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the winter soldier 2.0|| b. barnes

Summary: You’re being brainwashed by HYDRA like Bucky was. What the Avengers don’t know, was that you have a past with Steve and Bucky.

Warnings: Some swearing, angst, kidnapping, brainwashing, knifes, guns, fighting, all of that fun stuff, fluff to make up for the angst.

Pairing: Bucky x HYDRA!reader

Words: 1.2k

Characters: Bucky, Steve, Sam, Nat, Tony, Bruce

A/N: italics mean flashback to the 40′s

I put the black Dodge RAM in park, and stepped out, slamming the door. I huffed out a breath, seeing it accumulate in fog in front of my face. I scanned the bar in front of me, looking for escape routes, incase this whole thing goes awry. Three exits, the front door, the employee entrance/exit in the back, and the emergency exit door. I gave myself one reassuring nod, and walked around the truck to the back. I pulled the hatch down, and grabbed my duffel bag. Taking a quick look around me to make sure nobody was watching me, I unzipped my jacket and took off my sweatpants. My burgundy leather suit was revealed, and so were my black combat boots. I swept my messily-curled hair into a ponytail, and unzipped my duffel bag.

I grabbed a few hand grenades, just in case, and attached them to my utility belt. I put my knives where they should be; my thigh holster, utility belt, and one in my boot, by my ankle. I grabbed my pistol, and slid it into my other thigh holster. Lastly, I pulled my mask up, which covered the bottom half of my face, mouth and nose, and was the same color of my suit. I grabbed my High-Tech Assault Rifle that HYDRA supplied me with, like all of my weapons, my suit, and my training. I held it with one hand, and walked down the alley between the bar, and a cute rustic café. If I wasn't being ordered to kill people everyday, I might’ve gone there sometime.

I brushed the thought aside, and climbed the cafe’s fire escape ladder. I lined up my aim with the huge window of the bar, where you could see a few of the Avengers laughing and drinking together, and took the pin of a grenade off with my mouth and threw it at the window. It was just a low-impact, so it wouldn’t cause too much damage to civilians. A loud explosion went off, and then screams. I took this as my chance, and jumped off of the two-story café. I aimed my gun around, looking for the man they call “The Winter Soldier”.

“Dark hair, blue eyes, metal arm,” the commander had described him to me.

I hid in the corner, with a few pieces of flaming debris, and recognized him. He was with the rest of the Avengers, calmly trying to get the civilians out of the flaming bar.

He was close enough to me that I could take a shot at him without equipping my scope onto my AR. I lined it up right with his head, and pulled the trigger. At the last second, he moved his metal arm up to deflect the bullet. I gave a frustrated huff, when I heard movement beside me.

Tony Stark, or rather, Iron Man in his suit, stood next to me, holding his hand up. Before he could charge his stabilizers fully, I threw my gun as I dove down, sliding through his legs strategically. I stood behind him, and reached over his shoulder to the arc reactor that powered his suit. Without that, he could only rely on his backup energy. I ripped the reactor out of his chest, and heard his suit power down.

“Shit,” he yelled.

“Language!” said somebody from behind me. The enhanced hearing that I had, thanks to the Super-Soldier serum they gave me all those years ago, let me hear the vibrations in the air of a metal...disc?

No, it was Captain America’s shield, which I ducked from just in time, so it ended up hitting Tony’s suit and ricocheting off. Cap caught it again, as Tony stepped out of his suit, and joined the rest of the team. I looked around for my gun, which I had left on the floor to the left of me. I lifted my hand to dive for it, but instead I was caught off-guard by a female voice.

“Don't even think about it,” said Black Widow, aiming a pistol at me. Even in casual clothes, they all looked heroic, carrying their weapons with them everywhere they went. I put my hands up slowly, wanting to show them I wasn’t going to try anything, even though that was very much not my plan.

“You’re HYDRA,” Cap said, nodding toward the logo on my chest. My lips twisted into a smirk, and I nodded my head.

“What do you want,” said Bucky Barnes coldly. “Who are you?”

“They call me The Winter Soldier,” I said, staring him dead in the eyes. His face contorted from cold, to confused real quick, along with Cap, Tony, and Black Widow, the only Avengers that tagged along to their little get-together. “I was given that name after the Winter Soldier before me escaped HYDRA,” I said.

“That’s why you’re here, to take me back?” Bucky said, becoming enraged.

“No, I have no intentions of taking you back. Once I kill you, I’ll leave your body with your precious Avengers, and you can have a state funeral,” I said, distracting them enough for me to dive to my left and grab my gun. I hid behind the bar, and to my luck, the wall behind the bar was a mirror, so I could see them, but from where they were standing, they couldn't see me. I poked my head out a little bit, and started firing relentlessly at Bucky. He blocked each shot with his metal arm, as I dodged Natasha’s bullets and Steve’s shield. Tony worked on getting his suit back up and running, and I finally ran out of bullets. As I put another round in, I didn’t hear someone come up from behind me.

Bucky grabbed me by the collar, and pushed me against the wall. My mask muffled my yelp. He stared me dead in the eyes, and mine wandered to my gun. He grabbed my jaw and turned me head to face him.

“Who are you really?” He asked, coming out in a sort of growl noise. When I didn’t answer, Steve came up beside him and asked me again. I let out a small chuckle at their confusion. Bucky’s metal arm came up and I thought he was going to punch the shit out of me, so I braced for impact. Surprisingly, it crashed down onto the wall beside my face. He lifted it to the bridge of my nose, and pulled down my mask in one swift motion. He took in a sharp breath, and let go of my collar. Steve’s eyes went wide with disbelief, and Bucky’s flesh hand covered his mouth. He pulled me in and embraced me, which resulted in me pushing him off of me.

“Look, I don’t know who you think I am, but I was sent here to kill you. Let me get back to doing that,” I said, as I gained my strength back and grabbed my pistol from my thigh holster.

Bucky and I walked hand-in-hand down the pier in Brooklyn. He carried a picnic basket in his other hand, while I carried a green blanket in mine.

“I can’t believe you’re going off to the war, Buck,” I said. “How will I sleep at night knowing you might not come back?” I asked him, my brows scrunched together. He stopped walking, and gave me that god-forsaken half smile.

“I’ll write to you everyday, Doll. And I know I’ll come home, you know why?” he asked, and I shook my head. “Because I have something, someone, to come home to. My beautiful fiancée, who worries too much. Doll, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’ll just make the time we do have sweeter,” he said, which made me grin. He leaned down, so his lips were on mine.

Bucky, Steve and I had always been best friends since we were old enough to walk. Bucky was always getting Steve out of fights, and they were their own two, an iconic duo of two opposites. I didn’t have any friends myself, always too focused on my school work, and my nose deep in books. I wanted to prove the world wrong; that a girl could be just as smart as a man. Bucky and Steve seen that. They believed in me. I was top of all my classes, and ended up tutoring Steve and Bucky one summer. After that, we all just stuck together and stayed friends.

Bucky first admitted his feelings for me four years ago, and I admitted that I reciprocated them. We have just recently become engaged, but then he found out he was being promoted to Sergeant, and we spent all the time in the world together. We included Steve of course, who was still trying to get into the army. We always tried to make sure he never felt like a third-wheel.

The next day, Bucky went off to the war. I bid him farewell, through tears and sniffles. Even Bucky shed a couple tears. After, Steve and I went out for coffee. When he told me he had been accepted into the army, I expressed genuine concern for him, which caused an argument between us. I didn't get to apologize before he left, and I never saw Bucky or Steve again, as Bucky was dead and Steve was in the ice, but we didn't know that.

I was visiting my late fiancé's grave on a late afternoon in May, when a black Volkswagen Beetle pulled up to the cemetery. They snatched me right from the graveyard, and nobody was ever to see me again either.

Well, they did, but they never lived long enough to tell anyone that.

Now, I’m fighting off the Avengers with my fists, and it’s safe to say they’re losing.

They all have blood all over, gashes, wounds, cuts, but Bucky still isn’t dead. I had no marks at all on me, as the soldiers wouldn’t let Tony and Nat cause harm to me.

“We need to find away to sedate her, so we can bring her back to the tower, where Bruce and Tony can reverse the mind games,” Steve told the others, Bucky immediately agreeing. He still looked like a lost puppy every time I lunged at him, a knife clutched in my fist.

I couldn’t help it. There was a feeling, deep down, stored somewhere in my brain, that told me to stop, that you felt for this man, but I didn’t listen. The only thing I could hear running through my head; Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

It was the programming. It wasn’t my fault. I promise.

Eventually, I was kicking Avenger ass. I had them all on the floor. Nat I had knocked out, Tony was slouched against a wall, and Steve was pretty damaged, so was Bucky. I was so caught up with trying to kill my predecessor, that I didn’t hear Tony calling Sam.

“Just send Redwing. Bruce will load ‘er up with a standard anesthetic that will knock her out for a few hours,” Tony said through grunts into his phone. I ignored it.

I had a knife in front of Bucky’s chest, him using his metal arm to try and pull mine away, Steve trying to pull me off of Bucky by the hips, and failing. Bucky and I battled for strength, but it was hard with Steve pulling me. I hesitated for a second. One damn second, I second guessed my programming, and Bucky managed to wrestle me to the ground, the knife sliding across the floor out of my reach. He landed on top of me, using his arms to hold himself up. When I kicked and squirmed to get out, he pinned my arms down on the sides of my head, his heavy breath landing on my lips.

Out of the blue, there was a zooming noise, and a high-tech looking drone shot a vile of some liquid into my neck, and soon, I passed out under my target.

When I came to, I was in a padded room, with one wall being a mirror. I knew immediately that it was a one-way mirror, and they were watching me right now. I’ve been a lab rat before, but this was different. I looked at myself in the mirror. My ponytail had fallen out during the fight, so my locks hung over my shoulders and down my back. They had confiscated all of my weapons, including my hidden ankle knife. I groaned, but was silently grateful that I wasn’t in a straight jacket. Again. Those things aren’t fun.

I sat, with my head against the wall, thinking about how I got here. I cringed when I remembered what they’d do to me when I get back, or they send someone to come get me. I failed. I failed myself, my commander, HYDRA, everyone. They gave me the super soldier serum in the forties. They gifted me that, four times. Meaning I was Bucky and Steve twice. I should have been able to overpower them. It just took that one damn second of hesitation, and I could already see myself tied to a chair with a gag in my mouth, being burned, slashed, shot, so much more. This was the first mission I had ever failed.

Soon, a short man with dark hair and a lab coat walked in to the room. I looked up, embarrassed from the tears that stained my cheeks. I wiped them away, and he came and crouched down beside me.

“My name is Dr. Banner. I’m going to help you, y/n,” I said. I shook my head, and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Nobody can help me. I’m in too deep now. They’ll probably kill me anyways,” I mumbled.

“At least let us try,” said Dr. Banner. I looked up at him, and then noticed that Bucky, Steve, Nat, Tony, and Sam all stood behind him. I nodded, and Bucky slowly walked toward me. I looked up at him, and I think he sensed how tense and afraid I was.

“It’s okay, Doll. I’m not gonna hurt you. Come, let's go to the lab so Bruce can help you remember me,” he said, holding out his hand with a small reassuring smile. I reluctantly took his hand and stood. He led me through the building, the rest of them following. Once we got to the lab, Bruce sat me down on the exam bed and asked me a few questions.

“Full Name?”

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n,”

“Date of birth?”

“D/O/B, 1918,”

A few more simple questions followed, which I answered.

“Okay. I’m gonna ask you to take your gloves off, I just need to put an IV in your hand. It’s routine,”

I nodded and obliged. I layed my gloves down on the table next to me, and gave Dr. Banner my left hand to put the IV in. He stopped when he took my hand, as Bucky’s jaw dropped. A look of confusion spread across my face.

“She’s still wearing it!” Bucky exclaimed to Steve, who gathered around to look at your hand. Steve immediately broke out in a smile, and hugged his best friend.

“Oh, the ring?” I asked and the smile on Bucky’s face confirmed my answer. “Yeah, I don’t know why, but it felt wrong to take off,” I explained, the smile never leaving Bucky’s face. He rubbed a hand over his stubble. “I’m pretty sure, before HYRDA took me I had a husband, or a fiancé, but HYDRA wiped all memories of him from me.” I said, and Bucky’s smile faded, only a little.

“Well, let’s get to that remembering, then, hmm?” Dr. Banner said.

It’s been three months. Three months. Everyday, a new test. Nothing. Dr. Banner and Tony gave me some type of memory therapy the other day, and now they’re waiting a few days to see if it kicks in. I don’t have much faith in it anymore.

I woke up this morning, and something felt, different. I was still in the bedroom that Tony gave me, but I just felt...different, I don't know. I assumed it was just my period, so I went to the bathroom to check, but no, it wasn't my period. I brushed it off and took a shower, got ready for my day, etcetera, all of the things normal people do in the mornings. I decided I needed to eat something, based off of the rumble coming from my stomach.

I walked into the kitchen, wishing everyone a good morning. I grabbed a banana off of the counter, and ate it whilst leaning against the counter. When I was done, I walked over to the garbage to throw it out, but I didn’t see Bucky coming from the other way. I walked right into him and almost slipped, this new drug that Bruce has me on making me drowsy all the time, but he caught me, his metal arm on the small of my back. I looked into his eyes, and after a few seconds he pulled me back up, his hand still on my back.

“You okay Doll?” He asked with a grin.

“Oh my God,” I whispered under my breath. My hand squeezed his flesh arm. That was it!

“Huh?” He said with a bemused look on his face.

“Bucky! I remember! I remember you and me, we were on the pier the day before you left for the war. We were getting married!” I said, a huge smile on my lips, and my eyes brimming with tears. His eyes filled with water too, and he picked me up and held me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nudged my nose into his neck. We stood like that for awhile, but then I pulled my head away from his neck.

“I thought you were dead!” I said, and playfully hit his chest. He chuckled.

“I’m right here, baby,” he said, bringing his lips closer to mine. The kiss was long and passionate, sweet and longing. When we both pulled away for air, he took my left hand and kissed my palm. I moved it to cup his cheek, and he moved his hand on top of mine. “So, do you still want to marry me?” He said.

“Of course, Buck,”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x hydra!reader #james b barnes #james barnes #fanfic #marvel #avengers #natasha romanoff #black widow #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #sam wilson #the falcon #bruce banner

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ramien · 4 years ago

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Hi! This is just a funky ask blog for my character Damien for minecraft! He's more so a minesona at this point but I use him for smps I join! Feel free to ask questions :] basic info under the cut!

About the muse!:

Name: Damien Fallencrest

Age: N/A [in the range of 18-22]

Pronouns: He/Him [They/Them occasionally]

Sexual Orientation: Queer/No preference

Nicknames: Dames,Dame,Rami,Dami, Flower, anything you want to assign him.

Physical info:

Species: Hybrid-Ram specifically.

Height: 5'10

Build: Athletic, average,thick in the thighs.

Clothing: Ranges from a normal thick green tshirt paired with a white under shirt and checkered brown jeans. Fancy clothing consists of a sheer white pirate esque long sleeve(rolled up and pinned at the elbows with silver arm bands),a dark green vest with silver trimmings/accents,black slacks or a skirt that goes to above the knees with an outer sheer layer of black fabric that reaches mid calf.

Accesories: Piercings,Horn accessories,Pants chain,rings,painted nails[usually chipped,not well taken care of],bracelets.

Eyes: Gold, with a darker golden ring around the edges of his iris. Horizontally Slit like a goat/rams pupil

Hair: Brown,Wavy. Curls when short or wet. Ranges from 2C to 3A

Skin: Tanned and freckled. Several scars.

Extra:

Sign: Aries

DoB: April 19th

Family: Orphaned with 1 sister.

Likes: Flowers(Favorite is Lily of the Valley,and blue orchids), Fishing, Gardening,Farming,Building,reading or atleast trying to. Studies botany

Dislikes: Fighting,Mining alone, loud noises,Pillagers,

Strengths: Axe wielding,Calming others, Listening to others, Versatile,Friendly,

Weaknesses: Too friendly, Gets overwhelmed quick, Pillagers, lost easily,can't withstand much heat, if overwhelmed,is very quick to anger. Has a lot of rage buried in him.

Random Fact: If Nervous,or empty headed,he will start just eating random things. Can just nibble thru books absentmindedly, can chew on his iron tools.

Favorite color: Green/Gold

Favorite food: really likes pumpkin pie

Occupation: mostly a pacifistic farmer,Damien mostly enjoys just kicking back and farming for others. Will help you with a build and gathering materials. Likes to sell flowers.

Playlist here ! [General]

Character Playlist made by a friend here [Pitchberg SMP]

Playlist about Damien and his sister here ! [Pitchberg SMP]

Playlist about Damien and his long time best friend here! [Pitchberg SMP]

About the Mun:

Name: Seraph/Damien (lol,I know right. Should've named Dames something else-)

Age: 19

Pronouns: He/They

Uhhh idk what to put here but ! I like to draw,I like legend of zelda and I'm just here to mess around and have fun.

My main blog is @sunflowerseraph ,my sideblogs are @linkhasadhd (gaming) and @oonessawness (Youtube/markiplier/Unus annus)

I'm open to asks and art requests ! Also rp if you're up for it! All I ask is that you're kind,and if you're a minor Please don't make nsfw jokes with me and such ! It's very uncomfortable lol. ! I have a discord,and my dms are open if you wanna talk!

#smp #hellbox smp #minesona #minesona rp #rp #oc #minecraft oc #pinned post

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tsarisfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Tremor IV

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen (may wibble upwards into AO3′s Mature later) Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: John Tracy, EOS, Lady Penelope, Gordon Tracy

Part 4 of my contribution to Hear from @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday challenge. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Last chapter got more of a reception than I expected. Maybe I should torture Scott more often. What do you think?

How hard was it to find a single, oversized, ugly ship? John glared at the string of data he’d obtained from the GDF – less than legally, and without their knowledge, but desperate times called for desperate measures – and resisted the urge to pull his hair out.

Three days. That was how long he’d been tearing apart every scrap of data he could get his hands on, determined to find the Hood’s ghastly ship – and more importantly, his big brother. That was also how long it had been since he’d last slept, a fact EOS was bringing up more and more. She’d threatened to tell Virgil and Grandma that he wasn’t looking after himself; he’d threatened to delete her and lock Thunderbird Five down so no-one could get in.

It was harsh, cruel, even, and the AI had promptly retreated, refusing to talk to him until he apologised. John was the one in the wrong and he knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to apologise, not yet. If he did, she’d take that as permission to invite Virgil up and force him to take a break.

He didn’t dare take a break. The last time he’d stopped monitoring communications, Scott had been kidnapped. Part of him blamed EOS for that, too. How had neither of them noticed anything at all? It had been quick, but not that quick.

In the corner, a display repeated the feed from Thunderbird One over and over again, on an eternal loop. The woman clung to Scott, the man approached from behind, and a too-brief tussle had his big brother unconscious in seconds. They vanished behind the rock, and all was still for several minutes before the huge, ugly offense to engineering rose into the air and flew out of shot.

And then it was gone.

How did that monster of a thing hide itself so completely? The GDF were useless; he’d informed Colonel Casey of the abduction, but while the woman herself was utterly horrified and determined to do anything within her power to assist them, she was finding herself blocked at every turn by someone else. What little data she’d managed to provide had been stripped of anything remotely useful, and John had given up on that avenue of approach.

It felt uncomfortably like Dad all over again. No body, searches turning up useless, the same man responsible. The only comfort he had was that this time there was no evidence to suggest Scott was dead.

What the Hood wanted with him was another matter entirely, and John scowled furiously at his useless, useless data. It was all very well and good having the most powerful computers in the world, the state of the art Thunderbird Five advanced well beyond any other space station or communication hub made by man, but why, when it came to family, was it never enough?

First Dad, then Scott. Who next? Keep going down the line – him – or skip the isolation of space and target Virgil? Gordon? Alan?

International Rescue was grounded. That, at least, Colonel Casey had managed to do something about. All emergency calls were being diverted to Global One. Until they found Scott, there was a family-wide agreement. Family first.

“Hello, John.”

He startled, unprepared for the call. If he’d been in gravity, he’d have tripped and fallen over his own feet for sure. As it was he merely jumped out of his skin before reluctantly rolling to face his friend.

“Anything?” he asked, too tired, too wound up to do anything except jump straight to the heart of the matter.

Lady Penelope looked concerned, but shook her head.

“I’m afraid not,” she apologised. “None of my contacts have seen or heard anything, and Parker’s underground connections are turning up similarly empty. It’s as though they’ve vanished into thin air.” Blue eyes focused on him and narrowed. “John, when did you last sleep?”

He laughed, a sickly, hollow shadow of bitter mirth.

“I’ll sleep when Scott’s home safe and sound,” he told her. “Let me know if you hear anything.”

“John-” He swiped her away, ending the call. If it wasn’t information on Scott or the Hood, he didn’t need it. Not right now.

Besides, three days was nothing. It had been seven before Scott damn near rammed in his airlock after the Zero-X to shove food down his throat and tie him to his bed with promises to monitor everything until he’d rested.

Scott wouldn’t do that this time, as much as John would love to see his big brother forcing his way through the airlock safe and sound. He’d give him one great big hug and never, ever, let him go. But life didn’t work like that. Scott wouldn’t miraculously be here, in space. No, he was somewhere on that green and blue marble below him, and John would find him.

Like you found Dad? a little voice in the back of his head mocked. He ignored it.

Thunderbird Two was at the mine again, Virgil determined to search the place inch by inch in case he’d been left there after all.

“We never saw them board the ship,” he’d argued, and John hadn’t stopped him, knowing that Virgil needed to be doing something, anything, that could be helpful. He’d been the one to leave Scott alone without backup, and no-one was more aware of that fact than Virgil himself.

“New rule,” Gordon had said. “No-one gets left behind.” He’d all but thrown Alan on the green Thunderbird to keep Virgil company, their youngest brother unnervingly quiet. The aquanaut himself had thrown himself into a world of contacts John had never realised he had. It turned out that it took more than a hydrofoil crash to cut ties with WASP, ties Gordon was now yanking on with everything he had with the same fervour Kayo was hunting down Kyrano and his old contacts, and even Grandma had some surprises up her sleeve.

So far, none of them had turned anything up at all. Not a single hair had been found, and as each day passed, the pressure mounted higher and higher. The Hood hadn’t even got in contact to gloat, and that worried John. No contact, no ransom, no demands at all.

What was the criminal after?

He turned his attention to the useless string of GDF data again. Maybe if he ran it through a different system, used a different angle… maybe something would come up. Something, anything.

The fact that in the past eight years they’d never managed to find anything on the ship preyed on his mind. If eight years had turned up nothing, why would three days make any difference? Nothing had changed. Scott hadn’t managed to keep a single tracker with him, they had nothing new to go on.

They didn’t even know if Scott was still alive. Forty two percent of kidnappings resulted in the victim’s death. It was a statistic he wished he didn’t know.

“John.”

A security camera faced him, lights white. They’d been red last time he’d seen them, EOS furious at his threats.

“Not right now, EOS,” he snapped. He didn’t have time for apologies, no time for rest, explanations or anything that wasn’t finding Scott.

“I believe I have a probable location for the Hood’s ship,” she told him, undeterred.

It took a moment for the words to sink in.

“You what? Where?”

The string of data in front of him disappeared to be replaced with a satellite feed of an ice sheet.

“I ran through all the satellite imagery recorded across the globe since the incident,” she informed him. “Using those, I tracked the ship to the southern tip of Africa, where it submerged. Enhancement of the images showed a large mass of the correct dimensions travelling through the water until it reached the southern extent of the Arctic Circle and travelled beneath the ice shelf. No satellite has since picked up anything that could be the Hood’s ship.”

John gaped at her.

“It’s also a submarine?” he realised, voice strangled in his throat. No wonder they’d never found it. “The Hood’s been hiding underwater?”

“That would appear to be the case,” EOS informed him. “Would you like me to ask Gordon to investigate?”

John didn’t answer, pulling up the aquanaut’s comm himself.

“John?” Gordon didn’t look like he’d had any more sleep than John himself.

“Gordon, the bastard’s underwater,” John bit out, language be damned. Gordon had heard worse. “Arctic Circle, sending last known co-ordinates now. How many contacts can you get scoping out the area?”

“Enough,” his longer brother said, amber eyes sharp. “How did you find it?”

“I didn’t,” John admitted, glancing up at the camera. “EOS did.” Gordon nodded, accepting it instantly.

“Tell the others we’ve got a lead,” he said, something in his voice John had rarely heard from him – an expectation that he would be obeyed. Gordon had been one of the youngest WASP officers in history. “I’ve got calls to make.”

It was Gordon that swiped him away, ending the call, and John stared at the icon for a moment, letting himself breathe. They’d done it. Eight years, and they’d managed to track the Hood.

Something had changed. They had EOS now. Hacking every single satellite that orbited Earth and delving through all of their memory banks was a feat not even John could manage by himself, but EOS had done it, and in only three days.

He had to make calls of his own, reassure the rest of his family, get Kayo on the right track, but first there was something else.

“EOS?”

“Yes, John?”

“I’m sorry. Thank you.”

Lights flashed green.

“I forgive you. And you are welcome.”

Part V

#sensorysunday #sensorysunday2020 #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction #tsari writes fanfiction #john tracy #eos #lady penelope creighton-ward #gordon tracy #scott tracy #the hood #virgil tracy #alan tracy #grandma tracy #kayo kyrano #colonel casey #tremor

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cherryblossom666 · 4 years ago

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Dabi/Tallula one shot

Here is a one shot for a good friend of mine and her MHA/BNHA OC~ 18+ people there is Smut in this one shot!! You have been worned!! MHA/BNHA Dabi Kinks: Brat taming, biting, spanking, kissing, degrading, cuckholding

A chuckle came from Tallulah as she sat at the bar, looking through her phone. Her puffy fox tail moving behind her as she found a really good story of a show she loved. Dabi sat on the couch watching the girl he liked very much. His blue eyes looking at her red and white tail. Licking his lips thinking of pulling that tail, making her moan his name. There werent any missions for a while, letting the LOV rest and enjoy their days off. Dabi pushed himself off the couch and walked over to Tallulah, looking over her shoulder. Reading a bit of the story she started reading. It was a small fan fic, and very spicy as well. Her cheeks were pink as she kept letting the words get to her. Suddenly a yelp came from her lips as she felt a hand on her tail. “What you reading there, Foxy?” Dabi asked her as he got closer to her. His chest pressing a bit on her back, and his hand running up and down her tail. His movements made her tail puff up as it felt good. “I….Im reading a fan fic about the m-main character and another character, and it-its a bit spicy” SHe told him as his hand ran up to her ass now. Groping it, making a moan slip from her lips. Only to cover her lips, blushing hard as she looked back at him. A grin was on his face and his blue eyes showed want and need. “Oh that was a beautiful sound you just made~” His face got closer to her neck, she could feel his breath on her skin. “I want to hear more” His teeth suddenly bit down on her skin, making her groan out. Blushing hard as a chuckle came from Dabi. “Such a little whore, loving a bite from someone she hardly knows” He chuckled in her ear as Tallulah put her hands over her face to cover her blushing cheeks. Suddenly she felt warms hands picking her up, making her cry out. Dabi threw her over his shoulder. Blinking her green eyes. “Hey! Let me go Dabi!” She ordered him as she started hitting his back, making him chuckle. “Gonna be a brat now?” He asked her before slapping her ass. A yelp left her lips from the slap, that just made Dabi do it again. Loving to hear her voice like that. Feeling his cock bulge in his pants just from her cries.

Kicking his door open and threw her onto the bed. Tallulah cried out as she hit the soft bed. Blinking as the door closed. Scrambling to get up from the bed, but she was soon pinned under Dabi. “No, Dont do that my dear, The fun is just starting~” He told her, as he used one hand to hold both her wrists together above her head, making her struggle. “L-Let me go Dabi! This isnt funny!” She ordered him, making him chuckle. His other hands running down her chest then to her stomach. Pushing her shirt up, letting his fingers dance across her skin. Biting her lower lip as it felt so good. Having someone else tease her skin. “S-Stop!” His hand then groped her small breast making her gasp out. “Dont be a brat, my foxy girl. I just want to have fun~” He told her before slamming his lips onto her lips. A soft moan left her throat, making him chuckle. Releasing her hands as he stood over her move. Kissing her deeply and bit her lip hard, a drop of blood coming out. Making her cry out, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth. His kiss was so hot and needy. It made her insides burn with want. His hand groping her chest, his fingers twisting her small nipples. It made her groans louder in her throat. Pulling back from her, he licked the blood off her lips. “Even your blood is sweet~” He purred out making her cheeks turn pink. His hands grabbed the end of her clothes, lifting it off her chest. Dabi got a good look at her as Tallulah laid under him like a little sheep that was gonna get eaten. “Hm, you know. You were a brat earlyer, I think you need to be punished~” Dabi chuckled out as her green eyes went wide. Trying to get to off the bed. He quickly grabbed her till she laid on her stomach. “Little brat!” He hisses in her ear before spanking her. A moan left her lips as his hand hit her backside. “Oh, you like that you little slut!” Dabi chuckled out as he reached up to her hips, then tore her pants down. Seeing no underwear under her pants, this made Dabi grin down at her. “Oh you are a little slut! Arent you!” He slapped her ass cheeks making Tallulah cry out in pleasure again. His hand grabbing her skin, groping her asscheek. “You love this dont you? Having me spank you and such. Such a naughty naughty girl~” His hand got a bit warm and slapped her other cheek. Her pussy was starting to get wet just from the spanking. “Such” Slap “A” Slap “Dirty” Slap “Whore” Slap on her ass again. She was now crying in pleasure and pain. Feeling good as she raised her hips a bit. He noticed this as his hand now was placed on her pussy. “You really are such a dirty thing” His hand teased the outside of her. “Getting off on your punishment~” He slipped a finger into her, the sound of a moan left her lips. Feeling his one finger wiggle around inside her wet walls was something else. He smirked as he made his finger a bit warm and started to finger fuck her. Her body shivered as she moved her hips to his movements. A slap on her ass came again. “Tell me foxy what are you?” He slipped another finger in, reaching her G-spot. Making her see stars. “I...Im a slut!” Tallulah cried out. Her juices getting all over his fingers. Feeling herself to be so close. But then it stopped. Pulling his fingers out as he moved her to the bed. “Whos slut?” He asked as he put his fingers to her lips. A small whimper came from her before licking his fingers clean. “Dabis. Im Dabi’s slut” Moaning out as he drew his fingers back. Smirking as he removed his shirt, letting her see is 6 pack and mussels. Gripping his pants, undoing the zipper before dropping them off him. Tallulah slowly sat up as she watched him fully get naked. Throwing his boxer to the side, letting her get a good look at him. A gulp left her throat as he was huge. Maybe around 8 inches and long too. Biting her lip as she glanced up at him. “Be a good slut for your master and get me wet” He ordered her as he took a step forward. Nodding her head as she crawled over to him.

Her hands grasped his cock, rubbing them slowly to get the feel of him. A rough groan left his throat as it has been a while since he had done this. ‘That a bitch, Better suck it good or I wont fuck you” He told her as she came closer, licking him. A shiver ran down his back, his breathing getting heavy right before she put his cock in her mouth. His hand grasped her golden locks, forcing her closer to him. Tallulah gagged a bit before taking him all in her mouth. His cock sliding over her tongue as she bobbed her head back and forth. Dabi threw his head back, his hips moving to her movements.

“Thats right you little bitch, ah my bitch~. Suck that cock” He ordered her to. His cock got harder in her mouth as her tongue twisted around him. Twitching as this girl was talented. Pulling her head off his cock, letting her breath a bit. “Hm, look at that face. Covered in my pre-cum and more. I cant wait to make a mess of your other mouth, my slut” He chuckled tossing her back onto the bed. Tallulah yelped as she landed on her side. Rolling onto her back as Dabi crawled on top of her. “Beg” He ordered making her green eyes widen at the command. “Beg for this cock” Her eyes went from his bright blue ones down to his cock then back at him. “Please Dabi, fuck me with your cock, I want to feel it deep inside me. Plowing me deeply as it goes. I-I want to feel in wreck me” Dabi grinned as he grasped his cock, and rubbed it against her slick pussy lips. A soft moan left her lips just as the head entered her. She was glad he was going easy. “You know, Your such a good little slut. But a bratty slut~” Dabi licked his lips and rammed himself deep inside her in one go. Tallulah gasped and arched her back as he filled her up.

His cock even bulged in her stomach a bit. His hands running over his soft skin, going up to her breast. Twisting her nipples a bit. Earning a moan from it. “Yes thats it. Get off on my cock baby!” He ordered before pumping himself in. Rocking the bed as he went. His cock hit all the good places inside her. Mostly her G-spot. “Fuck!” She cried as she was still close to her first orgasm. One hand moved down to her hips. Grasping her good as she slammed into her harder and harder. “Oh little sluts gonna cum? Better beg” He ordered her as his other hand left her chest, and went down to her pussy. Finding her clit, and rubbed circles on it. “AH! Please let me cum Dabi! Ill be a good girl!” She begged him, earning a growl of pleasure from him. Leaning down, he kissed her lips and down her jawline. “Cum then bitch” His words sent a shiver down her back and into her stomach as she came. Feeling her walls cling to his cock felt so good. Maybe he would keep her as his little bitch, but treat her as one in bed. “Say you’ll be mine” Dabi whispered in her ear. Nibbling her earlobe as she rode her orgasm on his cock. Loving the feeling it gave him. “W-What?” She asked him shocked that he would ask such a thing. But she wouldn't mind it. “Be mine, Ill treat you good foxy~ Treat you like the slut you are in bed, but treat you as a goddess outside in front of everyone” His kissed down her ear to her neck. If she said yes, he would mark her with his bite. But if she said no, he would pull out right now. Tell her to get out and piss off.

Tallulah groaned at the thought of this. He was fucking her so good, and he was rough but she loved it. Her hand grabbed his hair as his eyes looked up at her. “Yes…..Yes Dabi Ill be yours” She cried out with a smile. Grinning against her skin as his teeth bit down hard against her. Making her cry out. Breaking the skin a bit so his mark was left on her. Licking the blood up. “Good girl! And Good girls need to ne rewarded” He started moving faster inside her again. His movements werent like before. He fucked her hard but with passion as well. Panting against her neck as he was close. His finger toying still with her clit. The feeling in her stomach building up again. “Gonna cum, baby! Where you want it?” He grunted as he almost couldnt hold it much longer. “Inside!! I want to feel it inside Dabi!” Her words threw him overboard.

Moving his face to look at her, and slammed his lips onto hers. Kissing her deep as he rutted into her. They kissed together before Dabi groaned against her lips and bucked forward hard. Staying so close to her as he came. Filling her pussy with his cum. Just feeling the heat of his cum, she came as well. Her hands grasping his hair as they both rode their orgasms out. Dabi pulled back from her lips before flipping them over onto the bed. Tallulah laid on his chest, his cock still in her pussy. “Such…….Such a good whore~” he kissed her forehead as he also petted her head. Closing her eyes as she cuddled into his warm chest. “My good little Foxy. I love you~” He whispered before Tallulah fell asleep from the pleasure. The next day. Tallulah sat on Dabis lap, reading her fan fics. Her cut little ass teasing dabi. Since yesterday happened, Tallulah never left his side. “Foxy, you keep doing that, your gonna be punished~” Dabi told her as his head was thrown back over the couches back. Pulling her tail a bit, making a groaning sound. “Maybe I want it~” She teased back, earning a grin from her lover.

#mha fanfiction #smut #dabi #dabi x oc #foxy #oc #oneshot

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thebibliomancer · 4 years ago

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Song of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 1

Song of the Dark Crystal by J.M. Lee because its best boy Kylan’s time

Last time in Shadows of the Dark Crystal, Naia set off on a journey to clear her brother’s name of treason against the Skeksis. Naia teamed up with best boy Kylan, butted heads with Tavra, and met a cool Archer. She eventually discovered that the Crystal of Truth had become darkened and was driving many creatures of Thra fantasy rabid. And that the Skeksis weren’t just to blame but were also drinking Gelfling and super wanted to drink Naia and Gurjin because twins. Naia and Kylan manage to escape but Gurjin and Tavra get left behind.

So it was less than an auspicious coming of age story for Naia but she did grow her wings. That’s something.

Chapter 1

Having arrived at Stone-in-the-Wood at the end of the last book, Naia finally meets Rian. It’s awkward for everyone.

Kylan (now the POV guy) and Naia head into the woods part of Stone-in-the-Woods to meet with Rian’s sister Mytha.

She’s a fun character. Very bubbly and full of questions. She’s got the kind of energy that Naia’s experiences in the previous book thoroughly ground out of her

I feel like I’m going to be feeling that a lot.

Annyway. Mythra. Interesting name. Only one letter off from Mithra, although who is to say that means anything. I wonder if the thra in Mithra is supposed to be like the planet Thra thra.

A lot of Sudden POV Guy Kylan’s thoughts are worrying about how messed up Naia has to be from their experiences last book. He’s a good, worried friend.

Like, Mythra tells them their experiences sound amazing and brave and Kylan reflects that he and Naia are both thinking that running away from the Skeksis doesn’t feel amazing or brave.

There’s also a good bit where Naia asked Mythra if she believes Rian despite him being branded a lying traitor by the Skeksis.

With no apparent hesitation, Mythra answers “Of course I believe Rian. He’s my brother!”

Bit of a shame that the POV has shifted from Naia because I’m sure she’d have Thoughts about that considering how much of her own journey was filled with doubts about Gurjin and feeling like maybe she didn’t know him.

Mythra is younger than Naia though. And Rian is her older brother vs twin. But still, contrast.

When they reach where they’re supposed to be meeting Rian, they find him being slightly trampled by a Horner.

Another Thra critter! A Horner has green-fur, whorled horns, and a clubbed tail. Apparently they’re diggers and rooters, as later in the scene Rian will complain that he keeps running into Darkened Horners because they dig up the dark crystal veins and are too dumb to look away. I’m personally imagining a horrifying combination of boar, ... ram, and ankylosaurus. I love Thra’s fauna.

Kylan worries that Naia will try to dreamfast with the Darkened Horner which could be dangerous as messed up as her emotions are so he asks her not to. She agrees and instead flies right in front of the angered creature to distract it from Rian.

Thaaaaats Naia.

“Get out of here,” Naia ordered. “While I have it’s attention!”

“I said I don’t need your help! “ Rian spat back, though he took the opportunity to move closer to his spear.

Geez, Rian. You’re not making a great first impression.

But the Horner is laser focused on Naia now, even when Rian spears it in the butt. It charges at Naia and she manages to dodge for a bit until she makes a mistake and ends up in a bad position. But Neech the Shoulder Eel pops out of Naia’s hair and jumps into the Horner’s fur, presumably trying to gnaw it to death since Neech’s teeth can’t break the Horner’s hide. But the Horner drives itself into exhaustion trying to scrape Neech off against a tree and passes out.

Or, as Naia hopes, the creature heard her plea to let go of the darkness even without dreamfasting. That’d be nice too.

With that problem sorted out, Naia and Rian can actually formally meet. Although Rian already recognizes Naia as Gurjin’s sister what with the twin thing.

“You’re Naia. Gurjin’s twin.”

The hardened voice was Rian’s. He was tall for a Gelfling, with olive skin and dark eyes. His thick dark brown hair was tousled and wild, broken by a single streak of blue above his right eye. His face was young and kind, though his eyes were weary and his lips were pressed in a tired line.

“And you’re Rian,” Naia said.

They had heard his name so often since they had begun their journey. In fact, at many times, his name was almost all they’d had for guidance. To finally meet him in person had seemed impossible, yet here they were.

This is a good moment because, yeah, Rian has to be built up into quite a figure in their minds by this point but lets back up a second!

His thick dark brown hair was tousled and wild, broken by a single streak of blue above his right eye.

Excuse me!

Did Rian dye a streak of hair? Or is this natural? Do Gelfling naturally get anime hair? This is so alien to the image I have of Rian!

Anyway! Rian asks after Gurjin and Naia pretty flatly tells him that Gurjin didn’t make it. Kylan speculates its her way of ripping the band-aid off but either way it leads to an awkward silence as none of them can bring themselves to say what needs to be said.

So Mythra says it for them once she finishes dressing the passed out Horner’s wounds.

She says that they need to figure out what to do about the Skeksis and then shoves Naia and Rian at each other and tells them to dreamfast so they can make a plan.

Rian wipes his hand on his tunic before offering it, which is the only time someone has done that and now I’m wondering if its SOP for when you’re not in a big frantic situation and have time to think ‘oh wow my hand might be dirty/clammy.’

I’m still fascinated at the etiquette of dreamfasting.

Kylan is still mostly thinking about what Naia is thinking about.

Kylan watched Naia, feeling a pinch of protectiveness. If she had not felt well enough to dreamfast with the horner, was she really in a safe place to open her heart to another Gelfling, to share what had broken it? They had heard Rian’s name many times, and sought him for days, but he was still a stranger. An ally, but not a friend.

When Naia glanced at Kylan in hesitation, that was all he needed to know. He stepped forward and offered his own hand.

“Naia’s heart is broken now,” he said. “But I was there, and she told me what she saw. I can’t give you her memories, but I can give you mine and my memory of her tale.”

Aww, what a good friend Kylan is!

Rian is indifferent to the hesitation and instantly agrees to dreamfast with Kylan instead.

Kylan characterizes blue-streak Rian in an interesting way.

He didn’t seem to care either way, all action and little emotion.

This is a drastically different take from the show Rian who cared so much all the time that it hurt.

Kylan does speculate that Rian’s own experiences might be the cause for this. Like that he might be sort of shut down, emotionally.

Still, its interesting. We didn’t get to know Rian very much at all in the first book, except secondhand. And there were differences. He was able to delay reacting to the Skeksis draining his girlfriend instead of having a shocked outburst right away. So right away its a Rian who is less impulsively emotional about things.

Although the first book also characterized Rian as serious and organized compared to Gurjin being more lackadaisical. While show Rian was a goofus and Gurjin was a bit of a straight man to his and Mira’s antics.

It’s just interesting to see such differences in Rian since he was one of the characters we got to know best in the show.

Anyway, Rian and Kylan start to dreamfast.

And it occurs to me that another reason why Kylan volunteered to do it in Naia’s place is that it would be a very boring upcoming chapter if Kylan just sat around watching two other people dreamfast. He has POV responsibilities now.

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Song of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Naia #Kylan #Rian #Mythra

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ladywinterwitch · 5 years ago

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Dead Girl Walking

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Actress! Reader (Teather AU)

Summary: The reader is the sobstitute in a off-Broadway production for the Musical Heathers. The female lead can’t do the show, so she gets called in her place where she’ll met the male lead, a charming blue eyed man.

Warnings: musicals, cursing, mentions of smut, mentions of drugs, making out, Seb’s a little minx, other people from the Marvel cast are in here.

Word Count: 5007 (long AF)

A/n: Okay so the idea obviously came to me when I was listening to the song Dead girl walking from the off-bway musical Heathers. It’s my favorite song from the musical and where I find it really enjoyable and funny to listen to, it made me wonder how two actors would be dealing with the performace which is A LOT. I recommend you to see this video if you want to understand better how the dynamic works and to listen to the song.

The songs mentioned in order are Beautiful, Candy Store, Freeze Your Brain, Big Fun, Dead Girl Walking and Seventeen (reprise)

ps: Yes, that’s an actual gif from the show

(gif not mine)

It was a normal day, calm, average. You woke up, read a few times a script for a new audition, went out for lunch with your best friend, came home and started to read some pages of your last purchase, Stephen King’s Gerald’s game.

Now you were chilling on your sofa, with your cat sleeping near your feet, when suddenly the cellphone rang, scaring the shit out of you.

You jumped a little scaring off your pet which ran away. You sighed and streched to reach your phone on glass coffe table in front of you. The number was unknown, but you answer anyway.

-Hello?-

-Y/n? Thank God, that’s the right number.- You recognized the voice of the director of the theatrical show you auditioned for, Heathers. Unfortunately you didn’t get the part, but you were called back to be a reserve for the main role.

-Theresa? Is everything all right?- you asked, sitting straight and putting your legs down the sofa, two of your fingers used as bookmark.

-Yeah it’s just, you got anything planned tonight? Or, well, right now?- the woman asked a little nervous. You could hear noise in the background.

-No, no. Absolutley nothing, uhm, why?- you basically jumped up.

-Perfect. Then we’ll wait for you at the theatre in like, ten minutes, yeah? See you.- Before you could ask anything else, she hang up.

-Fuck.- you cursed loudly, literally throwing the book on the table and running to your bedroom. How the hell were you supposed to be ready and get there in ten minutes, when you were in your pajamas, had messy hair and didn’t have a bit of make up on?

You think quickly and take from the wardrobe a military green dress and a pair of heel boots. Comfortable and quick, but still presentable. Then you rushed to the bathroom, brushed your theeth and your hair to make them look at least deacent. You decided to stuff into your bag you mascara and a dusty pink nude lipstick and you went to your car. You had already put on the musical’s playlist, listening to it while you drove there, just in case.

You arrived some minutes later, parked the car in a miracolously free spot and went inside. You entered the stage room and saw that the cast was rehearsing the song “big fun”. Theresa, which was at her director spot under the stage, turned around and when she saw you she motioned for you to come closer. You did, while the others continued to perform.

-I’m sorry, I’m a little late.- you apologized keeping your voice low. She shook her head.

-Don’t worry, our JD hasn’t arrived either.- she said with an hint of irritation, referring to the leading male part. She sighed recomposing herself.

-You can already imagine why I’ve called you, but still. Our actress for Veronica just broke her ankle, so she won’t be able to perform for a while. Are you still available? Tell me right away because you either would have to jump right on the stage and reharse all day until tonight or I’ll have to call reserve number three, which to be honest I wouldn’t be really thrilled to do.- she askedlike someone who definetly didn’t have time to lose.

You were in seventh heaven. You wanted that part so bad. You didn’t have a long resumee yet, and a show so popular like Heathers would’ve opened many doors to you as well as helping to make yourself know to the public. For a moment you didn’t even realized what she had just said. She gave you a side eye and you suddenly came back to your senses.

-Yes!- you said a little too loud, gaining a few eyes from the crew in the pit, but not from the cast on stage who were still singing. You calmed down a bit, before widening your eyes.

-Wait, you said tonight?- Theresa checked her phone while answering with a ‘yes’. You felt stupid for forgetting that.

-Tonight’s the premiere, honey. C'mon now, get on the stage, you have to rehearse and meet the cast.- you did as you were told, going up the stage. The guys were dressed with their own clothes and a man was on the piano. They were just singing and not doing the whole thing, which worried you a little, despite the fact that you knew all the choreographies and lyrics thanks to the rehearsals you did with the ‘backup’ cast. So you didn’t knew anyone from the actual one.

-Guys, we have our Veronica.- you head a few ‘thanks God’ and sighs of relief.

-Five minutes break then we resume.- she clasped her hands going off the stage to make a call. A little group of people came to you. There were two blonde, fair skinned girls and one with dark curly hair and dark skin.

-Hey, I’m Scarlett, I play Heather Chandler. Those are Elizabeth and Tessa, and they play Heather McNamara and Heather Duke. Nice to meet you..?- she efficiently introduced herself and the other two girls with enthusiasm. You smiled at them, waving slightly.

-Y/n. And well, you already know I’ll be Veronica Sawyer.- you chuckle a little and they smiled. Then two guys joined you introducing themselves as Chris and Anthony, which respectively play Kurt and Ram, the two stereotypical frat boy douchebags. But they were all but that, instead they were both quite attractive and funny, and nice above all.

Then Hayley, a nice british girl, introduced herself too and said she was going to play Martha. You honestly could’ve never pictured her as a stereotyped loser with a few extra punds like the character. She was too pretty and definetly not fat. She had curves and she was stunning. But you knew that the voice was the main requirement to be choosed in this type of castings so you imagined that that was the reason they choosed her. Also, the make up would’ve done the rest.

The director interrupeted your conversation saying that it was time to resume the reharsals, so you all got in position, this time adding the dancing to the singing.

You started with the song “beautiful”, then the Heathers trio sang “candy store” and so on, until you got to your personal favorite, “Dead girl walking”. It had gone all pretty smoothly, the director intervening a few times to give advices and correct something.

-Okay y/n, you’re on your own now, I’ll sing for JD. Start at the note.- the piano man said and you nodded, clearing your throat slightly to prepare yourself. He started to play and on the right timing you began to sing, standing next to him since your partner wasn’t there to perform and doing it on your own would’ve been kinda awkward.

You performed beautifully and at the end the crew even clapped. You knew that was one of the hardest songs, so you felt a pinch of pride at their reaction.You blushed a smiled grateful.

-I see you found my new partner in crime.- you heard a deep, amused, voice coming from behind you. You and the rest of the cast turned around. A guy was standing on the door jamb with a smirk. He was tall, had brown hair, a little long just under his ears, and they were pulled back. He was probably the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen.

-What an honor for you to join us mortals. And you guessed right, Sebastian. Y/n will be your Veronica. Probably for the rest of the plays.- Theresa said shocking you. Your head snapped towards her which was looking at you with a grin. You smiled widely, a hand covering your mouth from the surprise.

-What about the other girl?- you asked walking to her. She shrugged.

-We don’t know when she will be able to walk and dance again, plus, your talent is pretty much the same. Only you’re nicer.- she confessed, you shook your head a bit in disbelief and gave her a hug.

-Thankyou, that’s an honor.- you thanked her sincerely. She nodded and tilted her head to the side.

-Don’t thank me, thank your preparation. Now go meet your partner. He’s a bit presumptuos, but he’s good deep inside.-

You left her with the some other cast member and got closer to the group that surrounded Sebastian. Chris saw you coming and smiled.

-Hey y/n, congrats. We’re happy you’re going to stay with us.- you laugh a bit.

-Thankyou Chris, I still don’t realize it.-

-Aw c’mon, you deserve it. In any case, we’ll leave you talk, from Veronica to JD.- Tessa held your arm for a second before going away with the rest of the people.

At that point you were left alone with Sebastian. You felt a bit intimidated for some reason. You didn’t know if was for his confident behaviour or the amused look that he was giving you.

-Well, hello there.- he clearly checked you out, keeping his smirk. You understood that he didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it was just his way to be friendly.

-Hi.- you said a bit embarassed.

-I would say congratulations, but it would be probably the tenth time, so I’ll just settle with nice to meet you.- he offered his hand and you shook it a few times, a lopsided smile on your lips.

-Likewise.- he didn’t take his eyes off of you. Before you could talk again, one of the producers spoke to everyone.

-All right folks, it’s time to get ready. The people will arrive in two hours and the stage must be prepared. To the changing rooms.- Your eyes widened and your heart started to race.

-Hey now, don’t panic. You were amazing earlier. Just take a deep breath. It’s time to get ready. It’s going to be alright.- he spoke in a reassuring tone that made you automathically smile a little. He started to walk away, then turned back for a split second.

-Well, actually maybe a few drops of alchol would help, just in case.- you laughed and he winked at you.

You shared the room with the four girls. It was a bit chaotic, but everyone did their thing professionally and without losing time. After a good forty-five minutes of make up, which was included: foundation, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and a pale cherry lipstick. The red lipstick was actually a tint, because you would have to kiss a lot and certainly there wouldn’t have been time to clean the mess and re-apply it over and over.

The rest of the time was left for the hair to get done. First they tied up your hair with a few bobby pins, then applied a bald cap fixing it, and last but not least, they slipped on a raven black, shoulder lenght wig on your head. The hairstylist started to curl the black locks in loose curls at the tips. In the mean time the make up artist gave the last touches to the make up and then applied the tiny mic at the top of your forehead. applying some foundation to try to blend it better with your skin tone.

During all the process you talked and had fun with the girls. You found out that Scarlett was dating Chris, that Tessa was excited because her new girlfriend would’ve been here to see her perform, that Hayley was originally from London but came to New York because her dream was to be on Broadway and that Lizzie was from a family of actors but that she was the only one who sang.

When the hairstylist had finished curling and styling the wig, she applied a blue hairband with a very simple knot on the right side.

Lastly, it was time to get dressed. You thanked God when you finally stood up from the make up chair, you couldn’t take to be seated anymore. The costume designer took yout plastic covered costume from the trolley hanger and uncovered it.

-Tak off the robe, please.- the lady asked you nicely.

-Sure.- you responded right away taking it off. She passed to you a blue lacy bra and you rose an eyebrow. She shrugged.

-You know, that scene.- she responded, and you understood right away. She covered you with a jacket and you took off your current bra putting on the blue one. It was a bit tight, but it wasn’t uncomfortable thankfully. Then she helped you put on the rest of the costume which consisted in a plain white shirt, an electric blue elegant jacket, a light grey pleated mini skirt which barely arrived at your mid-thigh, a pair of white parisian stockings that reached just above your knees, and last but not least a pair of black heels. Not too high, thankfully.

You heard a whistle and turned your head. The girls were all ready except for Hayley which was still getting her, probably fifth, layer of clothes fixed. Scarlett wore red, Tessa green and Lizzie yellow, as their characters. They looked stunning.

-Look who’s gonna kick all asses tonight.- Tessa said. You all laughed. The costume designer helped you fit into a loose wool pullover with some ygly designs on it, then a scarf and an equally loose pair of brown sweatpants above your current costume. You started to feel a bit hot, but your told yourself that it was just for a few minutes of the first song.

-You don’t look bad yourself.- you talked back. Then there was a knock on the door.

-Girls, it’s time. Y/n on stage in ten.- a member of the crew opened the door and then quickly went away.

You breathed in and out to calm yourself down while you and the girls went to the backstage.

-So, all here? Good, good. So, just a few words.- Theresa spoke and you felt a hand on the small of your back. You tought that it was one of the girls, but you couldn’t be more wrong. You looked at your side, and got face to face with an incredibly sharp jawline. You turned back to look at Theresa, not wanting to embarass yourself, even if Sebastian’s touch was making you freak out a little.

-We worked very hard to get at this point. So behave and don’t screw up, kids. Love you all! And break a leg!-

A few seconds later you and the cast got called for the first song, 'beautiful’.

-See you later.- a shiver ran down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You looked at him. He had his hair back, just like before. He was now wearing combat boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black long coat. And a smirk was painted on his face. The perfect Jason Dean.

You hated yourself for letting him have this effect on you, so you got your shit together and smiled seductively, gazing him straight in the eyes.

-Later, bad boy.- you teased referring to his role. had just a flash of his amused expression before walking away. You got on stage and began to sing.

- September 1st 1989. Dear diary…- at first you were alone on stage, then some extras joined you, then Ram got introduced.

Anthony wore a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, nikies and a red and white bomber jacket with a big W on the left side. He hit the prop lunch tray you were holding with a fakely innocent ‘oops’.

-Ram Sweeney, third year as linebacker. And 8th year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick.- you talked to the audience as planned with an annoyed tone.

-What did you say to me, skank?- he got closer, menacing. You jumped a bit and put on a scared face.

-Aagh! Nothing.- you responded quickly. You sang a few words of the chorus and then Hayley got on stage. She was almost make up-less and with some baggy and pastel colour clothes, glasses and and ugly liliac t-shirt with an unicorn at the front which could’ve easily made anyone at least two sizes bigger. She was almost unrecognizable.

-Martha Dunstock. My best friend since diapers.- you talked again to the audience, then to Hayley.

-We on for movie night?- she replaced her british accent with the american one and pitched her voice a bit.

-Yeah! You’re on Jiffy Pop detail.-

-I rented the princess bride.- she responded timidly. You laughed slightly raising your eyebrows.

-Ooh! Again? Wait, don’t you have it memorized by now?- you cross your arms against your chest, listening.

-What can I say, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.- she answered sadly. Then Chris came running from the right part of the backstage, and smacked Hayley’s prop lunch tray just like Anthony, and like him he was dressed with the same pants, shoes and bomber jacket except for his shirt that was grey.

-Martha Dumptruck! Wide load, aah!- he screamed mockingly.

- Kurt Kelly, quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team, which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf.- you addressed the audience again, gaining a chuckle. Then you returned to spoke to Chris.

-Hey! Pick that up! Right now.- you ordered loudly.

-I’m sorry, are you actually talking to me?- lucky enough that you knew that he wasn’t a real douche, because at this point you would’ve already slapped him. You noted to make Chris compliments later.

-Yes, I am. I want to know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You’re a high school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant.- you said with the most insulting tone you could master. He furruwed his brows and narrowed his eyes a bit, looking down at you.

-You have a zit right there.- he states. All the extras laugh out loud and you all resume to sing.

Then after a brief instrumental pause everyone but you start to chant softly the name ‘Heather’. Scarlett, Tessa and Lizzie walk slowly on stage, almost in slow motion.

-And then there’s the Heathers. They float above it all.- you start to talk to the public as a narrator while you introduce them one by one.

-Heather McNamara, head cheerleader. Her dad is loaded, he sells engagement rings.- the spotlight is on Lizzie, then it shifts to Tessa.

-Heather Duke, runs the yearbook. No discernable personality, but her mom did pay for implants.- you continue, then do a shot pause and the light shifts on Scarlett, which was in the middle. Their costumes were basically the same: very short mini skirt, a white shirt underneath an elegant short jacket, parisian white stockings that reached above the knee and black high heels. The only differecies were the colours, yellow, green and lastly red.

-And Heather Chandler, the almighty. She is a mythic bitch.- the music gets a bit faster while you keep going. Another piece of song goes on and you get introduced to the Heathers, you ask them to sit at their table so that no one could pick on you and in the end they accept and decide to transform you. So while another chourus goes on, you four get behind the scenes and the costume designer is quickly at your side, helping you to take off the scar, pants, pullover and to put on the heels, fix any eventual crease and in the end she brushed a bit the wig while you put on a rosy lipstick. Just in time, you go back on stage after Scarlett, Tessa and Lizzie.

The song ends and there’s a little banter between you and them which want Veronica to give Martha a fake love letter form Ram to bully her. You refuse and they get angry, which leads to their song.

After another song, finally is JD’s turn to be introduced. He and Veronica meet in a gorcery shop and you start to eat some red licorice while he was drinking a frozen slushie. He looked charming. You were also having a lot of fun, which was ideal for your chemistry. A few lines later he began to sing.

-I’ve been through ten high schools, they start to get blurry. No point in planting roots ‘cause you’re gone in a hurry. My dad keeps two suitcases packed in the den, so it’s only a matter of when.- he begins, and boy, was he talented. You smiled at him, not only because you felt like it, but also because it was in the script.

-Freeze your brain, suck on that straw get lost in the pain. Happiness comes when everything numbs, who needs cocaine?- he sang a few words, then came back to talking.

-Care for a hit?- he raised the plastic glass, pointing the straw towards you.

-Does your mommy know you eat all that crap?- you smirked teasingly. He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows.

-Not anymore.- he resumed singing along with the music. -When mom was alive, we lived half way normal, now it’s just me and my dad, we’re less formal. I’ve learned to cook pasta, learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn’t owe you a cent.- the note got a bit high and his voice changed in a more teasing tone.

-You’re planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You’ll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky’s gonna hurt when it falls, so you better start building some walls.- he sings the chorus towards the audience, then the song ends, and on the last note he snaps his head towards you, his arm stretched offering you the slushie.

-Try it.- the public applaudes and the lights go off, giving you the time to prepare for the next song. It’s a very crowded and messy song, set in a house party. At some point you refuse to obey Scarlett’s Heather Chandler and she says that you’re over. You go away from the party feeling lost. The song ends and the lights go off to give the time to the everyone in the cast to get away.

You were slightly getting more and more nervous for the next song, which woul’ve been a lot more challenging, both to sing and perform, considering that you had to basically ride Sebastian in front of the audience.

You were left alone on stage, if you didn’t consider Sebastian pretending to sleep on the higher stage behind you on a mattress.

-The demon queen of high school has decreed it. She says Monday, 8 am I will be deleted.- you start, the music fastening a little. -They’ll hunt me down in study hall Stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?- You walked near the lockers, your voice dripping worry.

-I don’t have to stay and die like cattle,I could change my name and ride up to Seattle. But I don’t own a motorbike.- you stopped suddenly, a lopsided smile sppearing on your face -Wait.- you looked at the audience.

-Here’s an option that I like. Spend these thirty hours getting freaky!- you hit the fist high note, pointing at Sebastian’s, fake, sleeping figure.

-Yeah! I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock, I’m snapping off your window lock. Got no time to knock! I’m a dead girl walking..- the line getting softer.

You went up the stairs to the upper stage and walked towards him. He opened his eyes and sit up, straddled.

-Veronica! What’re you doing in my room?- he exclaims confused. You went closer and he got on his feet. Now he didn’t have shoes, had a pair of white boxers and a white tank top.

-Shh...- you put a finger in front of your mouth, shushing him seductively. -Sorry but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you 'til I break you ,'cause Heather says I got to go. You’re my last meal on death row, so shut your mouth and lose them tighty whiteys!- you start with a sweet tone that goes higher and stronger ‘til you hit the last note. You pointed at his boxers.

-Come on! Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walking! Get on all fours! Kiss this dead girl walking!- You pushed his shoulders with your hands until he got on his knees in front of you. The public laughed slightly.

He looked up at you, starting to caress your tighs with his surprisingly soft hands. They were going up and up, until he reached your ass cheeks. He wasn’t taking his gaze away from yours.

-Let’s go, you know the drillI. I’m hot, and pissed, and on the pill.- you snapped your head towards the audience, raising an eyebrow, gaining a chuckle. Then you returned your attention to Sebastian. -Bow down to the will-Of a dead girl walking!-

You both got on all fours and you gave him a little push to make him sit back, and crawled between his legs.

-And you know, you know, you know. It’s 'cause you’re beautiful, you say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.- You changed tone and got sweet, placing a hand on his heart. -So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there! In here it’s beautiful, let’s make this beautiful!-

He looked at you and smiled, then exclaimed -That works for me!-

An instrumental moment began, and you both knew what would’ve come next. So you just did it, without thinking too much. He cupped your cheeks and forcefully pulled you to him, kissing you. You responded right away, trying to think straight and follow the script you started to take off your jacket and then his t-shirt, leaving him in his underwear. If your faces weren’t stuck together you woul’ve probably been jaw dropping at his tanned and muscular figure, but there wasn’t time for that. You pulled away and started to sing again.

-Yeah! Full steam ahead,take this dead girl walking!-

-How’d you find my address?- he asked scared. The public laughed.

-Let’s break the bed! Rock this dead girl walking!- you ignored him.

-I think you tore my mattress!- again, the crowd laughed.

-No sleep tonight for you, Better chug that Mountain Dew! Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!- you motioned a ripping movement with your arms and hands.

-Okay, okay!- he gave up, still scared.

You got on his lap, your legs on each side of his hips. The only thing that separated your intimate parts were your panties and his boxers, but it wansn’t actually enough.

-Slap me, pull my hair, touch me there, and there , and there and no more talking! Love this dead girl walking!- you hit another high note. This moment should’ve been arranged between you two before, like every performer ever does when he had to play scenes like that, but you had to improvise now.

It all happened rather quickly: He gave you a not-so-light spank on the butt, then put his hand in your hair and gently pulled to expose your neck, to the first 'there’ he cupped your breasts, then your ass and at the last one he tore open your shirt, that thankfully had clasp buttons and not normal ones.

In the end your lace covered breasts were exposed to him. You didn’t even had the time to blush, 'cause you started to ride his lap automatically following the script. He helped your movement with his hands on your hips.

-Love this dead girl walking!- you sang.

-Yeah!- you said together. -Yeah!- thrust -Yeah!- again.

-Ow!- he cried when you grazed on his neck with your teeth as you were planned to do, and then one last harsh thrust.

-Yeah!- you hit the highest note and the song ended. The audience cheered as the lights went down. You and him wnr behind the scenes while the crew collected the clothes and came back to the backstage, you didn’t dare to look at him as you both were getting dressed again with the help of the assistants.

The rest of the show went perfectly, even if you had a little bit of trouble looking in Sebastian’s eyes after that song. After the ’Seventeen’ reprise the show ended. You all came back on stage for the salute, and after that you went straight to the dressing room to change.

Scarlett was kind enought to let you borrow one of the two dresses she brought from home for the after party. You choose the first, which was mid-tigh, rose gold and sparkly, and had a collar to which the spaghetti straps were attached, leaving the back bare til the lower part. And abviously high heels. You fixed your make up and put on a quite deep shade of pink on the lips, then you were ready.

The girls continued to tease you about Sebastian. They haven’t seen the performance really well, but they did see the faces of you both when you came back to dress up. And that was enough. You shushed them while finishing to fix your now wig-free hair.

You arrived and many poeple made theri congratulations and compliments on your performance. Then you went outside to take a bit of air, your champagne in your hands.

-Hey. Nice play up there.- you had learned to recognize that voice by now. You turned around. He was wearing a suit, the first few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned.

-You weren’t that bad yourself.- you smiled briefly. He inched closer and whispered to your ear.

-Y'know it was a miracle that I didn’t get hard on the last bit. Your pussy grinding against my cock like your life depended on it.- you blushed from head to toe. You felt fire on your cheeks and not only there, if you’d had to be honest.

-And I know you did enjoy that too. The little wet spot on my boxers is proof. Am I wrong, babygirl?- he asked, his voice like velvet. You were a bit taken aback, but finally decided to do something. Fuck it.

-No.- you answered. The courage, didn’t even know where that came from. All that you knew, was that in that exact moment his lips were on yours, his hands on your waist and yours on his chest, leaving the glass to fall to the ground.

Someone must’ve heard that, 'cause Chris went outside to check and found the two of you quite occupied. He smirked and closed the door, going to Anthony to retrieve those twenty dollars they bet on you two.

This was a bit of an experiment. I really like Broadway songs and this looked like fun to write, so I did it. Obviously the musical’s plot, characters and lyrics do NOT belong to me in this case. Hope you liked it ;)

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shaonsim · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on the writing of itv!!! What kinda show would you writeee

My friend. My hero. Thank you for sending this in. Thank you so much!! You gave me such a wonderful opportunity to blab about stuff.

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The writing of ITV, you ask? Hang on my friend, this will be a WILD ride. A wild ride. This will be loong and wordy and a little incoherent, jumping from one point to another, but this will tell you a lot about how I feel about the writing of ITV.

And yes, this will read like a letter to the CVs because I am totally incapable of abiding the rules of grammar and I don't want to edit all this.

And I apologise for the out of context references that seeped in with time. Sorry, couldn't help it. I will gladly expand upon any of the references.

The main thing with writing (according to me, but I don't like repeating this disclaimer since by asking the question you already know that this will be my personal opinion, but still, for safety purposes)...The main thing with writing is that the core concept can be summed up in one single paragraph, and then you add words for emphasis.

You write in a thousand situations, in different styles, only for the message to hit home.

Look at our Epics.

Ramayana can be summed up as the Ram-Ravan conflict in a good Vs evil way. Lakshman is the devoted brother, Hanuman (ji) is an ardent devotee of Ram-Sita.

Mahabharata is basically another story of good Vs evil, where Duryodhan is the evil guy , Shakuni is an evil mastermind, 99 Kaurav brothers (+ Karna) the sidekicks, and the rest of the Kurus (+ Drona and Kripa ) as the silent voices of reason.

And almost every event emphasises these points. Because that's the story.

Look at Harry Potter. Three kids (young blood/new generation ) fighting against the big bad and pointing out and fixing the mistakes of the past along the way.

Look at Kalpurush (I read it during the quarantine and I am in love ❤ ) , where the main theme is that a mother worries whether the circumstances will lead to history repeating itself, whether a son will follow his father's footsteps, and whether she would be happy if he did turn out to be like that.

Technically, it is the same with shows.

Sasural Simar Ka began with the concept of the deep bond between the sisters, then moved on to supernatural forces interfering with the Bhardwaj family. The theme changed, but it didn't vanish.

Swaragini began as a show revolving around the sisters, and it stayed like that for forever, even when the plot went sideways and the sisters were pitted against each other.

Kumkum bhagya is a show where the leads battle kidnapping, murder attempts, misunderstandings etc and come out longing for each other and dreaming about happier times (the same was the theme of Pavitra Rishta too, if I remember correctly. But with less kidnapping.) And now the show has taken a leap with a love triangle between the kids (look, another similarity between kkb and pr. Go Ekta)!

KZK2 *cringe cringe* is all about AnuPre who love each other but don't end up with each other because of various reasons.

ITV has this thing down pat.

But it fails to come up with proper events to highlight their core concept and of course, they fail to choose an interesting theme for the show, but heyy, human mind and relationships is a gold mine for ideas. It is fascinating, and quite enjoyable, if it is done right. Am I biased because it is my favourite genre? Yes of course.

But the point stands.

Another important part of writing is that in order to come up with plot points that will reinforce your main idea, you need to come up with a cast of interesting characters, and develop their background to give you an ample opportunity to create the above mentioned plot points. The spectators, onlookers, the influencers need motivation - reasons for their actions.

Think about Karna. Think about Drupad-Drona. Think about Bhishma-Amba. Think about Jayadrath and his boon.

Sub-plots, side-plots. Parallel storylines.

For the most part, ITV fails in this department. The characters or stories they introduce are a) boring (either because we fail to understand their motivation or because they are diluted versions of the leads) or b) annoying because of their over enthusiastic and blind favouritism for the lead character they support.

^ Casting and acting also plays a major part in this (ugh Chandni ), but most of the time, it can be solved with focusing on the actor's strengths and weaknesses and changing the dialogues based on that. A writer can change things.

That's their job.

If your side characters are not interesting enough to deserve a story of their own, you aren't trying hard enough. That said, if you can't weave in their story in your main story, do not focus on the side plots. No one is interested in seeing your hodgepodge of TWO (or more) stories. It should all come together in the end, it should become one BIG story. Bring it all together!!

But do focus on the side plots, because there is only so much you can do with your leads, especially in the romance/family (whatever you call it) genre that occupies 90% of tellywood (and for good reason too!!)

A good plan is to create events with one of your main character and a group of characters (how small or big a group is for you to decide). If you force the audience to look at two/three supporting characters, no body will be happy.

Use your leads!!!!

Also, PLEASE use the show Vs tell method.

You want us to know that the male lead is adored by his sister? Show us. And by that, I meant scenes where we can see the bond they share, NOT dull monologues where the sister sings praises of her brother (a few monologues are fine though). You are an audio-visual medium.

ACT LIKE IT.

Monologues are for written things. Where we only have the words and our own imagination. Here, you have the tools to present us with the pictures, with the words they speak to each other.

Don't waste it.

In the same vein, do not repeat dialogues. Not word to word (don't repeat the same thing with different wording multiple times in a single episode or a week of episodes). Switch it up, and if you have to, have to repeat stuff, use an actor who has decent facial expressions and voice modulation. If the actor is stiff, robotic, then don't use that actor to parrot your lines. Seriously.

<< Not to hate on anyone in particular but Prerna's 'Anurag Anurag Anurag' is very annoying, for reasons that are better left unspoken >>

Hey, hey, you know what else is an integral part of writing? Research. Making a show on doctors? Police? Engineers? Lawyers? Chefs? Do your research. And if you want to take the short cut and go with the convenient business men/women trope, by all means, go for it. GO FOR IT. But show them working, and no, not because of tracks revolving around the business, but always. Running a business is a full time responsibility. Show that. I repeat, show that. Show that the character isn't home 24x7, show late night meetings, show files neatly stacked (or strewn about, your choice). Show the products or materials involved in the business. Show your characters being exhausted with the amount of work, show their involvement in their work. Or don't, if that suits the story and your character is neglectful, or if you have a proper reason to have them take some time off. Pay attention.

Time for a checklist.

Central theme? ✅

Side plots (+ characters)? ✅

Edit things because of the actors? ✅

Show Vs Tell? ✅

Research? ✅

How much DRAMA is too much drama? ❔❔

Now, this is a product of my curiosity (+ me posting the Fic Which Must Not Be Named), but I think this fits nicely with the rest of this answer. I wouldn't explain this in detail because the original post does a much better job (and I need validation, so go read that post) but to think, that ITV tells us stories of other people, and whether it is this very question, this doubt, that leads to the numerous kidnappings and accidents/fire/misunderstandings we see in 90% of the shows.

Okay, time to return to the checklist.

Oh. Oh! I forgot my favourite part.

The influences of the audience. Every writer has a story to tell. And while it is difficult to think that the ITV creatives know what they want to do with their story, I would give them the benefit of doubt. Besides, as a writer myself, I know that 80% of writing is having no clue as to where you want to take the story. ANYWAY, back to the topic at hand. I think, if everything was written and shot before telecast, we might get cohesive writing. As it is, the creatives put out some content, look at the reaction, and try to maintain the highs or fix the blunders, by hook or crook.

And the story suffers.

Complete revamping of tracks, characters behaving worse than pendulums, repeat of romantic scenes, bringing in new characters out of the blue - I believe, most of these things occur in a rush to fetch (or maintain) ratings.

Now, let's talk about copy-pasting tracks without bothering to look at the bigger picture. What works for one show, works only because it goes with the past and future events of the show. You can't grab xyz from show1 and throw it into show2, because S2 does not have the background of S1. It wouldn't work, because the characters are different, their motivation is different, their past is different, everything is different.

Also, can we talk about how two people of opposite genders can be friendly and helpful to each other without secretly pining for the other person? It doesn't always have to be romance, although it can be perceived as that, if you want a jealousy track. Character A and B both know there is no romantic feelings, but Character C is seeing green because heyy, DRAMA!!

((This is one thing that disastrous Bajlo tomar alor benu did right, in respect to Minu and Rudra))

Another important thing - people can (and should, if you want it to be realistic) be morally grey. There is a phase between liking someone or hating them or wishing them to be dead or actually killing them. Also, not everyone has access to criminals and goons. I REPEAT, not everyone has a criminal connection, or the mental capacity to actually execute the plan to the T.

Thinking of murder, planning murder and straight up plunging a knife in someone's chest are different things. Remember the difference.

USE THE DIFFERENCE.

And while you are on it, learn the difference between attraction, appreciation and love.

We might be attracted to a particular quality - a physical attribute, a skill, a specific philosophy etc. We might appreciate that quality in a fellow human being. And we might be attracted to and appreciate the person with those qualities, but that doesn't mean that we would love them.

In the ocean of unnecessary romance angles and third wheels, this core difference is often brushed away in a bid to gain trps. Please don't do that.

Another checklist.

Ratings changing the story? ✅

Copy pasting tracks ✅

The world is grey ✅

Less criminal activity ✅

Not everything is love ✅

Would you look at that! I covered so many things. Fear not, I still have a lot to say. Mwahaha.

Not going to go into detail about my opinions on in-laws on ITV, because that is already covered here, but let's talk about the actual family.

The parents, siblings, cousins, relatives. Again, I am going to repeat myself and tell them to use the show Vs tell method. And actually focus on the dynamics because although the equations will change after marriage (for the male lead, the female lead will be cut off from her family 80% of the time), these relationships set the foundation for your character. Their personality. Motivation.

If you are going with a character who is distant, then by all means, do so, but do NOT ignore the family. Show that the character doesn't care.

Show it. Don't gloss over it.

That said, limit your exploration of characters and back stories. There is no hard or fast rule, but if it feels like too much focus, then it is too much focus. Go follow your basic INSTINCTS.

Okay, now is the time to come to the business side of writing for ITV. Bringing in popular characters, giving them smart dialogues and promoting them to the High Heavens. Wonderful trick. But do it in a subtle way. We will gladly let you play us, but only until we realise that we have been played. Subtly manipulate things. Subtly.

And, talking about that, let's also talk about how consistency is really important. Dumping black (or white) paint on characters would not wash away past grievances. It wouldn't remove the impression we already have. So if you want to portray someone in a positive light, work up to that point. Same with negative portrayals. Ease us into the change in perspective.

((Bajaj track in KZK2 is the perfect example of how the writers totally FAILED to follow this rule))

Also, if you are writing comedy, please hire good actors. Comedy is incredibly difficult, and if the performance isn't up to the mark, then it falls flat. And bad comedy is very annoying.

Another thing. If you have a social message, as in if the central theme is a social issue, do NOT forget your theme. And do not shove it down our throats. Don't make it preachy. Strive for balance.

And here, let me remind you that you do need a central theme, that's a very important part of your story. So pick a theme. And stick to it.

Think of your story like a human body.

Skeleton is the theme. The concept.

Blood is the undercurrents, the 'vibe'.

Organs are the characters.

Veins and arteries are the relationships.

Flesh is your plot.

Skin is the sub plots and side plots.

AND TOGETHER, THEY MAKE A STORY.

TOGETHER, THEY MAKE A STORY.

See how I repeated myself for emphasis? That's what you have to do, in a more subdued and complex way. I know you have it in you.

And because I wrote so much about adding sub plots and side characters, let's talk about what you shouldn't do, with me quoting myself:

Even CID, a show I loved to watch because it was a crime drama but less gruesome than what you would expect, could not escape tellywood’s clutches and turned into a chaotic mess with too many new characters and a massive shift in focus - in its last days, it was more of a romantic drama with the crime sprinkled in, and because there were so many new characters (who were boring 70% of time and annoying for the other 30%), I had ZERO interest in the series. The crimes have always been similar, what kept me hooked was the way they dealt with it and their group dynamics, which was ruined by bringing in a hoard of characters who contributed nothing to the story. And the Shreya-Daya track was a bad one from its conception, there was no need to drag it until my mild indifference turned into a major annoyance. And they could have avoided all of this. There was no need to ruin a perfectly good show with lazy, uncreative writing.

^ Bolded are the parts I consider important.

Also, let me take this opportunity to talk about shows similar to CID, in which every episode deals with a mini-plot and it is only the characters that remain the same. Crime dramas, medical dramas (although one the most popular ones on ITV - DMG was less about medicine and more about Jerk!Armaan and his jerk-ness and got rid of this problem in an innovative way that deserves an essay of its own, but I digress).

If the only thing remaining constant is your characters and their group dynamics, then do NOT throw in twenty new characters at once. Introduce them one at a time and limit the number of characters you will use. Keep the same cast for a decent chunk of time. Please. And do not add in multiple sub plots. The storyline is already a little blurry, jumping from case to case, so too much drama between the characters can be either too much to handle or just very, very boring. The focus is on the cases. Keep it there.

A show that did it quite well, was Goyenda Ginni, what with the overarching plot of a homemaker balancing housework and her passion for solving crimes. And because it was always about a family, with limited characters (bringing in spouses for the unmarried characters), it wasn't crowded.

Before I forget, here are some of my common issues with ITV and their writing department ⬇️

EK and her love for the child!track

Portrayal of marriage and relationship

^ And I must add that the Fic Which Must Not Be Named came into being because I couldn't accept the marriage trope for the two characters from the show that has become my latest obsession, even if the trope is shown in a negative light and the people in it are called out and they realise how wrong they are. #shaonHatesDealMarriages

The year 2020 and tellywood marriages

For the most part the last two links say the same things, but the wording and examples and the object of focus is different (this is how you hammer it home, CVs, write long posts on the same thing until the world learns about your hatred for said things. You're welcome 😎)

Also, something I remembered while writing the little note about forced marriages - acknowledge the wrongdoings of your characters, EVEN if they are the leads and you want people to love them. Glossing over the misdeeds wouldn't help, but accepting the truth, pointing out the flaws and then adding the reasoning behind the actions, and later on, writing in the realisation and apology for the act, is a much, much better idea. It is easier to forgive someone if their misdemeanor isn't shoved under the rug. But don't go overboard with the accusations. Repeating the truth multiple times only serves to annoy us.

Have I covered everything? I don't know. Feel free to ask me specific things in case you think I didn't comment on something. It is easy for me to forget about things while writing an answer as long as this. Not to mention, that I framed the first two-three paragraphs in my head while I stood under the shower, so in the rush to jot down everything I had thought of, I might have missed some stuff. Happens to the best of us, eh?

Coming to the second part of your question, I must admit, I am not the best at coming up with original premises. I like to dwell on the thoughts of the individual, delve deeper into their minds and do stuff - as evident in my love for the romance/drama genre, and why I love that ITV has so many shows in this genre. Why my writing (the drabbles I wrote last week), is more about the people than the plot. That's just who I am.

That said, I think I would do good with a team. Together, we can write a lot of things. ((Someone agree to do a collaborative fun writing project right now, I love those. We can make full use of all this free time and write a story of our own)).

No, seriously.

I love writing as a team.

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little-bloodied-angel · 5 years ago

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Kuroshitsuji Heathers The Musical AU

I've been turning this over in my head for ages, because I had to change up the color scheme, and some situations, and figure out who was who but I think I got it.

Veronica: Grell. At the beginning she would be wearing the butler-style brown plain clothes and low ponytail so nobody notices her red hair much. After the makeover, she wears an off-the-shoulder thin red sweater with a belt at the waist, black ruffly miniskirt, black thigh-highs and her booties, as well as makeup. She wears a high ponytail now, with the red tartan bow she's sporting in that Top Six illustration.

The Heathers:

McNamara would be Lizzie, and she would keep the yellow color scheme. I think being captain cheerleader suits her bubbly personality, as well as being the one who really doesn't want to be so awful in the end.

Duke would be a cis female Alois. (Aloysia?) She'd either keep the green color scheme or I'd switch it to purple, depending on if I'm going off Alois's original waistcoat or his jacket. The "mom who paid for implants" would be Hannah. I had doubts as to who Duke would be, but Alois's jealousy of Ciel, his maltreatment from him, his wish to take his place, and his capacity to go full bitch if pissed made me go for him.

Obviously Chandler would be a cis female Ciel (Cielle?). I switched her color scheme around with Veronica's, because while red might have looked good potentially on Ciel, Grelle would never in her life parade around in blue, and it suits Ciel more anyway. Her signature item is not the red scrunchie but a sapphire neck brooch, going off from Ciel's ring, and she wears the highest heels. When Grell kills her, Alois steals the brooch just like he wanted to do with the ring in the anime. Also, "Cielle's" hairstyle would be Robin's pigtails.

Eric would be Kurt and Ronnie would be Ram, if only because they are the only characters I can see turning into jocks. I was going to do it the other way around and have Alan be Martha and Eric Ram, but for the life of me I can't make Slingphries unrequited, so rarepair time it is.

Othello would be Martha. Instead of mocking him for being fat, they do because he's a skinny, feminine little twig with big glasses, weird clothes and nerdy interests. I've definitely seen him fit well as a cute bff for Grell. Rarepair that probably only I ship would be his crush on Ronnie, but we all know how that ends here anyways. The only thing that doesn't much fit is him having been friends with Lizzie before and becoming friends with her again.

Of course JD is Sebastian. Will's waaaay too much of a square to pull it off. It's Sebastian's more cool demonic side smeared in eyeliner and with ear piercings, plus he's read Baudelaire and wears all black. Plus, this whole AU spawned in my head after a convo on a fic with the writer. In the fic, Grell mentions that if she wasn't a Reaper, she'd be a Brodway actress/dancer, and Sebastian is Very Interested. Plus, like I told the author, I'd pay good money to see Dead Girl Walking animated as SebaGrell. His dad is Claude.

Oh, and Grell tries not to call too much attention to herself in the beginning because she's a stealth trans girl, even though she was gender non-conforming as a child and is on HRT, she's terrified of anyone finding out she's trans. Cielle finds out during the makeover and that's what she threatens to ruin Grell's life with after she defends Othello at the homecoming party. Cue DGW, lol. In this case the pill that the song mentions would be estrogen because I'm very funny.

@grelleswife @mewmewatlantis you guys tell me what you think!

No clowning about Grell's gender on this post. You have your views I have mine.

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ayearofpike · 6 years ago

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The 2010s reprints, all at once

So if Simon & Schuster is going back to the well for Pike’s vampire books, what’s stopping them from bringing back other stories from their one-time best-selling young adult author? Form factor, perhaps. It’s the twenty-first century now, and no self-respecting teen would be caught dead reading a pocket-sized paperback. We need something big and beefy to show that we’re Serious About Literature even as we read about murderous insane girls. Fortunately, he’s written more than a couple continuations that will link together into a handy packaged bind-up. But a lot of these books were originally written twenty years ago or more, when the absence of technology and communications wasn’t something that needed to be addressed to explain why these bastards weren’t better informed. Indeed, new audiences (the ones we in education call “digital natives”) might not even understand the characters’ rationales for action without being able to step back in time and forget what they take for granted.

Is it worth rereading these new editions? How different are they from the originals? Lucky for you, I’ve decided to find out.

Remember Me

Compiles Remember Me, The Return, and The Last Story Simon Pulse, 2010 789 pages ISBN 978-1-4424-0596-7 LOC: PZ7.P626 Re 2010 OCLC: 646299604 Released July 6, 2010 (per B&N)

Since this was the magical bestseller that made Pike who he was in the first place, it shouldn’t be too surprising that not much is changed or updated in this edition. Still, the very nature of the YA market having morphed into the vehicle that allows these stories to be reprinted throws a pretty massive wrinkle (like, even worse than the fact she’s publishing under her white name) into Shari’s expectation that her mom will never read Remember Me. Come on, dude — I guarantee she already read about the vampires.

The only changes I found through all three stories were giving Lenny the Latino gangbanger a CD player rather than a cassette (because 2010), saving the final story on a jump drive rather than a floppy disk (again, 2010), and swapping Shari’s green pants for blue jeans (I guess to match the outfit Jean is wearing when she falls off the balcony?). One thing that hasn’t changed: Third Book Whitewashin’ Shari is still an asshole. You’re lucky I’m so determined to be thorough, otherwise I would have never reread this shit.

To Die For

Compiles Slumber Party and Weekend Point, 2010 408 pages ISBN 978-0-545-26432-1 LOC: not listed OCLC: 679759450 Released September 1, 2010 (per B&N)

Little weirdness here, as this is a Scholastic joint rather than Simon & Schuster, but the covers are all coordinated, down to the typeface. Not sure whether the two houses worked together to try to sell their books (at Pike’s agent’s suggestion?) or whether Point saw an opportunity to mine some back catalog and tried to copy the existing presentation as close as possible.

The oldest viable stories (read: not Cheerleaders) must have some major rewrites pending for a modern audience, you’d think, but it’s not that drastic. The main complication would be these kids being able to reach someone outside the immediate group and report problems, so Pike quickly writes around that with a single line in each story establishing the locale as beyond cell service. They also both turn emergency CB radios into walkie-talkies, which isn’t even close to the same thing. It’s a little hinky at times, especially in accepting that Lara Johnson has packed an alarm clock instead of a phone, but it does the job.

Most of the rest of the changes hinge on contemporary references. Slumber Party loses its Richard-Pryor-lighting-himself-aflame-while-freebasing joke, but keeps the kids watching Dr. Zhivago at the first fateful party. Weekend has to adjust a lot more — party music is no longer on record, David Bowie becomes Bono (replacing a ten-year-old reference in 1985 with a ten-year-old reference in 2010), Angie’s Datsun is now a Camry, and song leaders are finally just cheerleaders. At times, he’s just wiped out a reference altogether: gone are Pat Benatar, Ryan O’Neal and Ali McGraw, Fonzie, Michael Jackson, and most tragically the Carpenters, which undoes a joke at Sol’s expense and removes any understandable sense from the passage they once were in. Oh well. At least he spelled “gringo” correctly in this edition.

Until the End

Compiles the Final Friends trilogy (The Party, The Dance, and The Graduation) Simon Pulse, 2011 846 pages ISBN 978-1-4424-2252-0 LOC: PZ7.P626 Unt 2011 OCLC: 693810612 Released August 30, 2011 (per B&N)

I’ll be honest: I’m not sure what this compilation is doing here. Did anybody clamor at the bit for Final Friends even back in the day? I mean, there must have been some demand to let our boy write a trilogy, but even as a teenager I saw the problems embedded in this tale. Simple time-shifting adjustments weren’t gonna fix those. And this is the beefiest book of the lot, maybe to appeal to young readers who like the huge format and want to show off how much they can read. (I had it in the waiting room of my kid’s doctor this week and another dad said it was the biggest book he’d ever seen.) It’s a lot to plow through for the sake of completeness. Still, we’re committed, right?

I got like 200 pages in and did not see a single change — not even in the computer lab where Bubba is “hacking” into the district grade data bank — which made me worried I was going to just be rereading the same stories over again. And 650 pages later, GUESS WHAT. Literally the only difference is that Jessica, in bemoaning her travails with Bill, says she was “trying to seduce a gay guy” instead of merely “a gay.” Like, even the part about it taking all day to transfer 40 megabytes via modem and filling up a school computer’s hard drive is still there. This was NOT done for new fans. But reading it so fast and soon and smushed together did help me realize that The Rock does indeed have a given name. (I’ll save you the research time: Theodore Gordon.)

Bound to You

Compiles Spellbound and See You Later Simon Pulse, 2012 490 pages ISBN 978-1-4424-5971-7 LOC: PZ7.P626 Bo 2012 OCLC: 777602521 Released August 7, 2012 (per B&N)

Maybe this is the only bind-up where the two stories could have been anything. (The Point book: those were his only two under Scholastic, so it makes sense.) There’s a back catalog of literally two dozen books not otherwise committed that they could compile. So why these two together? OK, sure, we’re four years away from the phrase “sexy lizard teens” entering the lexicon, but for sure Scavenger Hunt is better paired with Spellbound than a story about nuclear war survivors time traveling out of regret. See You Later seems like a really obtuse deep cut to me, but if he was committed to it why not pair it with The Midnight Club, which is similarly about love lost to inevitable death? I don’t really see the connection, and am too lazy to do any rationale research. But I’m not actually mad at the books — they’ve shown as two of my favorites in this reread.

Spellbound, being the oldest of the S&S catalog, does need a little reworking, particularly in the racist elements of an African shaman going to a podunk Old West high school. Pike didn’t take them all out, of course, because we have to know what a dick the boyfriend is by his connection of the dude to savage cavemen. However, the lack of cell phones is very glaring in the bits where they’re trying to find the brother/potential murder victim, and Cindy has to sit around the hospital waiting to be paged. In 2012 it’s inconceivable that high school kids wouldn’t have SOMETHING. You tried to reach the brother at his house, at his friend’s, at his girlfriend’s ... did you call him directly? Such a simple fix: “He’s not answering his cell.” It probably would have made the unease even stronger.

See You Later, hinging as it does on the main character understanding a video game, has its own needs for updating, and does it better than the Final Friends remake. Still, it’s a little slapdash. Becky works in an electronics store instead of a record store, but do these places even sell physical media computer games anymore? Even six years ago that shit was all download-only. And Ray STILL works in a bookstore ... do those still exist? Mervyn’s definitely doesn’t; they went bankrupt in 2008. As for the game itself, it requires 12 gigs of RAM rather than the paltry megabyte, which is what my newish machine runs six years later. (At the time I had ... two gigs?) Also, in the original Mark asked who won the 2010 World Series, which isn’t the future anymore in 2012 ... but it’s weird that he’s now asking about 2020, just eight years off rather than twenty. Most unsettling, though, is how the tenor of international violence rhetoric still rings true for the setting of this story, even though we’re not worried about Communists anymore. The Cold War is long over, but we’ve swung through tolerance and hope and are right back on fear.

Chain Letter

Compiles Chain Letter and The Ancient Evil Simon Pulse, 2013 456 pages ISBN 978-1-4424-7215-0 LOC: PZ7.P626 Ch 2013 OCLC: 852941511 Released July 23, 2013 (per B&N)

Chain Letter was also not originally published by S&S, so it’s interesting that they’ve gotten the rights to print it in this volume. (Though they were compiled in the UK in 1994, so maybe it wasn’t too hard.) By now, though, it feels like they’re reaching, as the teen fiction world shifts yet again to futuristic dystopias and Pike doesn’t really have anything like that. Thirst was on its way out too; the fifth book appeared just before this, and we’ll note that even though Pike didn’t finish the story the sixth has yet to emerge. Curse you, unpredictable teen girls!

Not too much is different from the original editions here. Obviously Pike was throwing in his timely references that had to be cut for understandability (Nastassja Kinski?), but by Chain Letter 2 he’d learned to rein that in. Also, there’s a moment in the first one where Alison yells “Hate you!” at the attacking Caretaker, which always struck me as awkward. This version changes it to “Screw you!” which makes me think Pike originally wrote it as “Fuck you!” and had to bowdlerize for YA. Of course they have to throw some shade at snail mail, too, since that’s how the letters arrive in the first place.

But the main differences are cassette recorders and phones. Obviously the kids aren’t going to tote around a whole bunch of old-school tools when we are now six years into the smartphone era. There’s some nice cleaning up in The Ancient Evil, writing around the idea that people need to (or even CAN) look numbers up in the phone book, but in lots of cases it just makes things awkward. Like, why is Joan going after the driving controls to turn the incriminating recording off if it’s on Kipp’s phone in the backseat? Why do Alison and Brenda have to sit around the kitchen waiting for a return call? Why is Kipp waiting until he gets home to check his voicemail? Did he seriously leave his phone in his room while he ran to the store and left a seven-year-old sister alone at the house? It just makes less and less sense.

You might have seen somewhere online a mention of another compilation, collecting Last Act and Master of Murder. This book does not actually exist. The ISBN and OCLC numbers associated with the title both lead to a British printing of the second half of Final Friends, by Hodder Publishing. I emailed the house just to make sure I wasn’t missing anything, and they responded that they’ve never printed these two stories together. There’s no record of it anywhere else, certainly not on Simon & Schuster’s Pike page, and reviews I’ve found where people have attempted to buy this collection attest to the fact that they’ve actually received a copy of Final Friends Part 2 But Not Book 2 Even Though the Second Half of Book 2 Is In It.

There also used to be another one named on Wikipedia called Time of Death, which was supposed to compile Bury Me Deep and Chain Letter, but why the hell would they do that when Chain Letter has its own sequel already? There’s not any verifiable record of such a book anywhere online, not even a flawed cross-listing like the first.

So fuhgeddaboudit. I’m done reading compilations.

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guessillcallitart · 3 years ago

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Hi! Happy STS!

What's your favorite line/scene you've ever written, and why?

Hi! You too :)

Hmmm I have so many but I chose this scene!

I place the tarot cards carefully on the dark, hardwood floor. I examine their golden and silvery details, the artistic pictures and the vibrant colors. I find myself humming a song under my breathe. I'm pretty sure I've never heard it before. The melody seems stuck in my ears. I tell myself my fingers land on a card at random but deep in my soul I doubt there was anything random about it for I seem to feel a violent pull towards the card. The moment my fingers touch the smooth surface, the ringing in my ears grows louder. Like glued to it, I bring the card right in front of my eyes and stare into the eyes of a gruesome ram. I blink I'm not in my room anymore. I leap to my feet on a patch of grass. All around me in the foggy scenery, reside ghosts of a past long forgotten in their respective graves. I stare at the mossy tombstones with bated breathe as my feet take me forward. I hear people talking, whispering everywhere. I shiver and goosepumbs rise on my arms. The sweet scent of pine trees wafts in the air. Yana... I freeze in my tracks. "Come here..." I stare around me wildly. Two bright dots like the headlights of a car blink at me. I feel a warm breathe on my face. Then I see the creature. It towers over me with ram's horns poking from its head. Blood trickles down its black face. It's like a mix between a ram and a raven with a long beak, talons and fur and feathers here and there. A loud growls issues from its maw. A warm hand grabs mine and drags me along. I'm wildly animated again and sprint into a run. I hear the creatures wings russtle behind me and spot a patch of light nearby...

A brilliant sky the shade of forget-me-nots greets me. I'm standing on a school yard next to a girl with lovely, caramel coloured hair braided in two fishtail braids and eloquent, blue-green eyes and a slightly tanned skin. Walking closer, I can make out a few dark brown freckles on her nose. "Who are you?" I ask. The girl doesn't turn around at my words. She's clutching a bag to her side. "Ashley!" a fair, blue eyed girl jogs to the girl. "He did it", Ashley blurts out. The other girl pauses. "What?"

"Lucas hurt my sister", Ashley says soberly staring at the school building.

Bea, he hurt Freya..." She trailed off in her sorrow. "I never turned him in because he was my best friend. But I can't keep it in anymore." I reach out a hand to touch Ashley comfortingly but my hand goes through her like she's a ghost. The girls don't seem to hear or see me. Perhaps I'm the ghost. A ghost from the past... "This hasn't happened yet", I blurt out. "I'm in the future." The realization makes my head ache.

I like the bit "Perhaps I'm the ghost. A ghost from the past." It's an important thing in my story, very essential. The ghosts from the past. I love Yana as a character, I've fallen in love with her as a character, the aesthetics and vibes...

Also I'm in love with tarot cards.

#thanks for the ask!

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thymeheals · 6 years ago

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A Very Short Chapter in Which Everything Seems to be Going Right For Five Minutes

Summary: Getting ready for the big birthday ball and the beginnings of the ball itself.

POV: first person reader insert

Warnings: implied past abuse; past abusive spouse;

Royal AU with the characters of Supernatural

Word Count: 1144

Part 4/? (7 so far) in process

The next morning in a room I’d never been inside during my time at the castle, Sam began pulling fancy dresses out of an old trunk. I sat nearby on a settee watching with amusement at his comedic rustling. When all of a sudden he gasped, “Here, try this one on, I think it may be perfect.” He held up a blue modest but form fitting silk and taffeta gown with intricate embroidery and beadwork that easily cost more than my entire courting wardrobe. Someone had put weeks worth of time and attention to every detail.

I came out from behind the dressing screen holding the front of the gown up. “Hey Sam, think you can lace up the back?”

“Sure,” he said as he walked over behind me, talking as he worked “So... do you think you’ll dance tonight if someone were to ask you?”

“Oh, um. I hadn’t thought about that... Sam, I shouldn’t. There’s something I’ve been meaning to bring up, there just hasn’t been a right time. But, I guess it’s now or never. I’m still technically married.. and there’s a possibility that my husband could eventually show back up at court. It’s not that I wouldn’t love to dance, I just don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself.” I explained as I looked at my hands and picked at a nail.

“Y/n, can I ask you, are you afraid of him? Is that why you were out running through the woods?” Sam cautioned.

I bit my lip, debating how much I wanted him to know. “He’s a powerful person. Very respected at court, it wouldn’t turn out in my favor if he were to show up here,” I replied, “honestly Sam, I don’t want to cause you and Dean any more trouble than I have already. I want to move on, to just be someone else. Be me again.” I walked over in front of the mirror and fell in love with the blue ball gown Sam had chosen. “You’re right Sam, this is perfect.” I smiled and looked over at him, but he seemed mentally somewhere else. I began to brush my hair and pin it up as he moved behind me.

He smiled back at me over my shoulder in the mirror, “Deans not going to be able to take his eyes off of you.”

I tried to hide the blush running from my cheeks down my neck, “maybe I shouldn’t go,” I whispered.

“Don’t let your past dictate your happiness Y/n, if you want to go to the ball, if you want to dance or even fly to the moon don’t let him stop you. Dean and I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll be by your side the whole time.” Sam promised.

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Sam opened the large door and motioned for me to enter ahead of him, I took ahold of his extended hand and held my breath as I stepped through the doorway. The hall was dressed in its regal best. I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face as I turned to face Sam. “Thank you for encouraging me to attend, Sam. I feel like I’ve traveled back in time ten years! It’s just as I remember.” I pulled him further into the great room with me and we stood among the rest of court as the herald announced Prince Dean’s entrance followed by his Father King John.

Sam had kept his hand comfortingly against my lower back throughout the entrance ceremony and announcements, but quickly removed it as patrons around us began greeting him but questioning why he had snuck in instead of participating in the formal ordeal we had just witnessed. Sam was always so polite and caring in his answers, ranging from the night not being about him but his brother to introducing me to those he was closer with as his friend and guest for the evening. Remembering to nod my head and curtsy was quite difficult after all of these years of not participating in courtly customs and I only began doing so after Sam so gently leaned down to remind me people were taking notice.

“Sarah, you may want to start acknowledging everyone with a nod or curtsy, there’s a gossip circle beginning to form since they don’t have anything better to do with their time but make assumptions and degrade beautiful people that they have no reason or right to believe the lies they’ve made up and spread before even meeting them.”

“Oh, no you’re right, I’m terribly out of practice. I haven’t been in a customary setting in so long, please forgive me but I have forgotten all means of etiquette,” I blushed and quickly grabbed his hand so he’d look me in the eyes. “Sam, I’m sincerely sorry if I’ve embarrassed you in anyway.”

“Don’t worry about embarrassing me, you’ve done no such thing. I just don’t want their curiosity and jealousy to be better than everyone else to make you feel uncomfortable or upset. They can get downright awful while vying for Dean’s affection. And trust me, they’ll pick up on your friendship and how at ease he is around you.”

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We made our way to our seats at the long feast table, luckily Sam and I were across from Dean, it didn’t sound like we were going to get to spend much time with him for the rest of the event. King John had planned out a list of ladies for Dean to dance with and meet, hoping he would decide on a bride to be. He just looked so unhappy with the situation. Sam and I kept attempting at cheering him up with small talk and jokes. But I could tell he was dreading the entirety of the night when he physically winced at the music beginning to play.

“Dean, they can’t all be that unbearable. Just be yourself and I’m sure you’ll find joy in at least one girl’s conversation.” I said as a last ditch effort at lifting his spirits. He just nodded and responded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Sam and I watched the band pick up and made our way to the ball room with the other guests.

“Y/n, may I have the first dance?” Sam asked with a smile and a bow.

I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I couldn’t risk drawing any additional attention to myself. “I’d love to dance with you, Sam, but could we maybe wait until the crowd has thinned out? Don’t the older guests usually make their way toward home before nightfall really sets in?”

Sam squinted at me for a bit and half-scoffed half-laughed, “I know you’re familiar with court and that you’ve attended events like this before, but will you enlighten me to your previous life and your place in all this? Just when I think I have an estimated guess you throw me right off the trail.”

“Sure thing Sam, just not here.” I placed my hand on his forearm to lead him out to the gardens, I managed to fit my entire life’s story of being the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Cantaloupe and my experience of attending court for three years trying to capture a princes’ affections only to be deemed "too opinionated" and "fiery ambitious" by two former beaus and ending up in a last ditch effort as the wife of a political ambassador from Malta into about a half hour of conversation. I even went on to tell him about the ambassador's downgrading and condescending attitude toward me and of the night I'd had enough.

“I sat there looking him in the eye until he was quite finished with his demeaning lecture, then I just let him have it. I confronted him about making more of a mess than a sow in labor and speaking before men of a much higher caliber about customs and rhetoric he’d never understand while pretending he wasn’t dreaming of them betwixt his silk sheets,” I smiled proudly as Sam laughed and shook his head. “But then he rammed both of his forearms into my face and stomach and I ended up thrown into the kitchen wall. Somehow I managed to pull myself up off of the floor and escape to the forest behind our house. And then three days later I was arrested while stealing food from the rubbish pile.”

Sam pulled me into his chest into a crushing hug and gently kissed the top of my head, “I hate that you had to go through all of that, but I’m so glad that it brought you here.”

“Me too,” I said through the tears threatening to fall through the cracks in my emotional armor I hadn’t needed to tend to since arriving here.

After I’d gathered my breath and no longer looked like I’d been upset, we made our way back inside the ballroom. “Sam, can I take you up on that dance now?” I asked with a smile.

“Of course, y/n, anytime you wish.” We danced, swayed, and twirled through a few songs while Sam told me stories about the other attendees. We continued to gossip and giggle until someone placed their hand on Sam’s arm and asked to cut in. I looked back up to see Dean’s green eyes looking into mine. I smiled and said, “I don’t mind, if Sam doesn’t, your highness.” Sam just rolled his eyes at me and clapped his brother on the shoulder.

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