#what a snazzy car he has too...

[soda-sparkss]

may i offer you a clown shark in these trying times???

he can't talk, he can only say honka honk!

[chocodile]

Some new OCs with cars to complete the set I made in 2019!

Explanations under the cut.

Young Hyden - 1975 Lamborghini Countach

He would want some sort of luxury sports car. I mean, he'd have to have one. What else could he possibly drive but something loud, flashy, expensive, and oozing with ego and sex appeal?

He couldn't decide between "Cocaine Binge" orange or "Satanic Panic" black so he bought one of each. He alternates between them while the other is in the shop due to either the consequences of his own bad driving or general luxury car malaise.

Unfortunately, the Countach is three and a half feet tall while Hyden is just over seven feet tall. Even with custom seats to accommodate his height, it's not a comfortable driving experience. Luckily for him, the choice to give up his stupid sports cars to spare his aching knees is made for him when he totals one of them in a particularly bad accident and gets his license suspended.

Old Hyden - 1994 Bentley Dominator

It's now the mid 90s and Hyden is older, fatter, and more arthritic. Pickings are pretty slim for a rich man who simply does not fit in a small vehicle. I mean, there are options, but not a lot among the luxury brands, which means those options might as well not exist at all. The SUV boom was still in its infancy and the Bentley Bentayga and Rolls-Royce Cullinan, two other cars I considered for him, would not exist for another decade or a few.

In 1994, in the real world, Bentley made six huge gas-guzzling bricks for the Sultan of Brunei. These luxury car-slabs cost £3,000,000 a pop. In my fictional OC world, Hyden has #7. Or at least would have a similar custom luxury SUV with a similar price tag.

He no longer drives, citing his growing list of illnesses as the reason (No mention of his suspended license). Other drivers on the road breathe a sigh of relief. Of course, that's what chauffeurs are for.

Alternate car: This funny little bunny car toy I bought. Isn't it great?

Alex & Ridge - 1996 Ural Tourist

Instead of a car, Alex gets a motorcycle to symbolize her death wish… and also for other reasons, but that's the main reason.

A practical old thing. It's broken down a million times but she and Ridge always manage to revive it. She appreciates its ability to determinedly haul ass through rugged terrain and the fact that she can carry stuff using the sidecar. Ridge appreciates that sometimes he is the thing that gets carried around in the side car. He is also responsible for the shark face on it. :o)

…He drives it too, of course. He's a perfectly good, reasonable driver. Alex is just kind of a control freak about it. She is one of those people who grits her teeth and presses her foot into the passenger seat floor any time she's riding shotgun. It's easier to just let her be the driver.

They bought it together and drive it all over Europe doing whatever odd shady jobs they do in a modern setting. Alex craves one of those snazzy hyper-durable Japanese motorcycles, but cannot afford one. Maybe someday… Ridge isn't so sure about that kind of change. The bike still works as long as you fix it constantly, so what’s the problem? Plus, he'd be sad to see the shark face go.

[canisalbus]

hello :) !!

regarding the last ask, In the modern au would vasco go clubbing/out a lot?

I’m not the best at thinking about others ocs but I take him as a social butterfly, especially in your arts he’s very extroverted :) also, what do you think their date spots would be like?

hope your feeling well !!! sorry for the druid ass advice but eating fruit when it’s cold is very wonderful :) trust.

so happy your alive btw haha. don’t eat bugs .

Hmmh, I don't know if Vasco would be into clubbing either. He's without a doubt a lot more extroverted than Machete and typically handles social events pretty well. But just because he's easy to get along with and generally likes people doesn't mean he wants to be surrounded by strangers 24/7. I think he thrives when he has his core group of friends and family within arm's reach. He likes company but more often than not his favorite pastimes are pretty chill and casual. The older he gets, the less he appreciates loud and high-energy environments.

Vasco is passably outdoorsy, and he loves to relax with some low-stakes hiking, walking and occasional horseback riding. He can go alone and enjoy the peace and quiet just fine, but ideally he likes to share these activities with someone. Machete enjoys getting a little bit of fresh air, but he doesn't do anything too extreme and prefers to leave any horses out of it (still scared of horses, as you may remember). As for dates, they aren't terribly adventurous. Machete is into museums and art galleries and local history, and Vasco gets more out of the experience when he's with him. Vasco loves long drives and has a snazzy car so I'd imagine they do little daytrips pretty often and longer roadtrips when they have a bit more time in their hands. They have a handful of trusty bistros and cafés that they tend to revisit, and every now and then try new ones. Maybe throw in an occasional picnic in there too. Sometimes they team up with Ludovica and her parner, or one of their siblings. But a lot of the time they're happy just staying at home and doing their own thing, together or separately but in close proximity. They don't necessarily have to go out to have quality time.

[ratsoh-writes]

SO likes to spice up domestic life and has commandeered the lawnmower.

with some DIY engineering and creative spray paint they have turned it into a speedy little go-kart that will destroy grass and play rock music. SO is cackling maniacally. they want to add a flamethrower. help

who's the common sense who's encouraging the chaos who's hurriedly considering contacting law enforcement etcetera

-wisteria

Sans: he painted flames on the lawnmower to make it “go faster”. The flames look suspiciously like.. grillby??? If SO zooms in with their phone camera, they’ll find that each flame is just a tiny flame elemental painting. How much time did he spend doing this??

Papyrus: oh my stars!!! He’s making a playlist immediately for SOs beautiful lawn care abomination. Papyrus and SO proceed to cruise down the highway on the lawnmower going 100mph and blasting “let the bodies hit the floor” together. They proceed to get arrested by Star.

Star: he comes across his SO terrorizing the neighborhood while he’s on the job, so he does what any cop would do. He arrests his SO, takes them to the station, makes them turn in the keys to the lawnmower… and all the cops proceed to take turns driving it lol. They’re all giggling like school children. The police chief makes every one take a group picture with it. (And of course SO just goes home with Star after they have their fun lol)

Honey: if he and SO have any kids, he won’t let them within 10 feet of the death trap. If there’s no kids though, yea it’s pretty sweet. Just don’t tell star or else he’ll arrest you and take you to the station so he can show it off lol

Red: who do you think suggested the flamethrowers? Red is all for this project when SO suggested it. He’s the one who souped up the engine after all! He thinks y’all should also duck tape knives to the front of it like some murder rumba.

Edge: no flamethrower!! It’ll ruin his beautifully maintained lawn! It should have a giant loud chainsaw on the front instead! With flames painted on of course. Edge is naming it the weed god of death and despair 2000. He considers this lawnmower one of his SOs greatest achievements.

Mal: oh my stars this is so stupid. It’s so… ok ok once he’s done b*t hung about the waste of time, he gets really into playing with the lawnmower. What? You want a turn? Nope: his murder cart now. See he bedazzled his name on the seat. No take backs

Cash: the prank potential this has is legendary. Cash can practically smell the chaos he and SO will create in the future. He’s so excited his eyelights are sparkling! And of course you’re adding a flamethrower! And a giant water hose, and a police siren that he stole off a cop car…. This lawnmower may actually get you both arrested for real.

Oak: he’s terrified of the lawnmower lol. It’s loud, smells like gasoline, loud, goes way too fast, loud and now it’s playing heavy metal. Thanks willow. Whenever SO brings it out, oak hisses and rushes for the saftey of indoors like a spooked cat.

Willow: this idea was so stupid that willow decided to help for the jokes. And to make the music playlist for the lawnmower of course. He crocheted a cute pink granny square seat and wheel cover for it so SO can look snazzy while they zoom down the street playing breaking Benjamin lol.

[virtie333]

Idk if anybody asked you this, or you already talked about this, but what do you think Modern!Poe's (or Earth!Poe? lol) choice of vehicle would be? Would he drive a car or a motorbike? And what type? 👀 If he's super rich what kind of plane would he fly? Do you think he would love those types that can land on water? Idk what they're called, but I feel like he LOVED TaleSpin as a kid and he even has like eight pilot jackets 😎

Oh, boy! I do have ideas on these subjects, and not only do I have ideas, but I've written them into my fics! Modern!Poe is one of my favorite things in the world! I love bringing everything great about Canon Poe into the modern world, and that includes planes, cars, and motorcycles!

Let's start with the motorbike, shall we?

First of all, I live in an area that hosts one of the biggest motorcycle rallys in the world, so I know a little bit about these 'death machines.' And one thing I know is that I HATE Harley Davidsons! I call them 'fart machines' and despise the noise they make. I hate anything manmade that is too loud. The motorcycle above, however, is a Suzuki Boulevard C90, and they are NOT loud. I gave Poe one in my ficlet The Soul Guide, and I made sure it had orange highlights like Black One.

In that story, Poe was also a pilot, ex-Air Force, and he flew one of these.

It's just a little Cessna 162 Skycatcher. It's a great plane to teach someone to fly... and Rey wants to learn to fly!

In my story Blind Faith, Poe's main form of transportation is this:

Ha! Yes, I made him an Olympic dressage rider. As a trainer in the story, he usually gets around in an old pickup...

I have a fondness for Chevy, so that's what I'm going with.

However, when he isn't hauling horses or hay around, he does splurge on a completely different vehicle (and he even takes Rey out on their first date in it!).

Now, imagine this Mustang with orange instead of red highlights and you've got Poe's vehicle obsession.

Whatever vehicle I give Poe in the modern world, it always seems to be either black or orange or a combination of. In The Haunting of Kenobi House I gave him an orange Chevy Blazer.

That Poe was also a pilot, but he also flew a Skycatcher like the one above. It's just a nice little affordable plane. I haven't written him as super wealthy, yet, but I do think the Poe in The Invitation is on his way to becoming very successful. In that short story, I didn't talk about him being a pilot, but that doesn't mean he couldn't be one. And he'd go for something like this:

Sharp and snazzy, this Cirrus SF50 Vision is just his style. Almost like an X-Wing!

And yes, I think he would love to have a seaplane!

Anyway, that was probably more than you wanted to know, but I hope you had fun! I know I did!

Thanks, Dolli!

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 4 (FIN)

CHAPTER 4

When Donna enters the kitchen Dean’s jaw drops and his heart thuds in his chest. She is fucking gorgeous!

Donna is wearing a black leather skirt that hits right above her knees, a purple halter top that has straps that criss-cross over her bosom, leaving a peek of ample cleavage. Her ankle boots are also leather but what gets Dean's motor running is the fact that she is going to be on his arm tonight.

If there is one thing that John Winchester taught his sons, it was how to be gentlemen; tonight Dean proves it as he ushers Donna to the passenger door of the Impala, opening it and leading her onto the vinyl seat.

As soon as the Sheriff is safely inside, he shuts the door and rushes around to the drivers’ side and slides behind the wheel.

During the whole drive across town to the restaurant she had picked, Dean kept stealing glances at his date. She absolutely took his breath away. Donna Hanscum was the whole package.

Not only was she a distinguished member of law enforcement in this town but she was aware of the creatures other people had nightmares about…. and she was helping rid this world of those monsters! All the while, rocking a body to make any man begging on his knees for.

When they arrive, Dean escorts the lovely Sheriff into the fancy establishment and tries not to seem fazed at the extravagance of the place.

He steps up to the hostess at the podium and gives his name.

The girl searches her schedule and smiles as she finds what she's looking for.

“Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester,” she says.

Dean takes Donna's hand and goes to do as the hostess says but is pulled back as Donna is standing there, stock-still.

“What's the matter, Don?”

“Sh-she…. She thinks we’re a couple,” the blonde Sheriff stutters.

Dean looks at his date, confused. “We are, aren't we?”

Donna blinks once, twice then looks at him. “She thinks I could land a hottie like you for a husband? Me? The fattie?!”

Dean looks over his shoulder at the hostess and holds up a finger, asking her to wait.

“Baby,” he says as he takes both Donna’s hands in his. “I will disagree with you on one thing, you are absolutely not a ‘fattie’, you hear me?” Dean asked as he leaned in close, “and also, fuck what anyone else thinks. They don't know us so let's go in there and eat some disgustingly expensive food and get drunk on some sickeningly sweet wine and then I'll take you home and prove to you just how much I adore you, okay honey?”

Donna couldn't suppress the smile that fills her face if she tried.

“Okay,” she confirms. “Let's do this.”

After dinner, Dean paid the hefty bill and led Donna back to the Impala.

“That was the worst food ever,” Donna exclaims once they were seated. “I can't believe they charge so much for tasteless garbage! They should be shut down for ripping people off.”

“I won't disagree,” Dean says as he backs out of the parking space and turns toward town. “I'm sorry this date sucked.”

“The date was phenomenal,” Donna rebutted. “I was the envy of every woman in that place. And a few men too,” she adds with a chuckle. “Thank you Dean.”

“Date's not over yet baby,” Dean tells her as he pulls into a snazzy bar. “We gonna go in here and listen to some tunes, drink away the bitterness of the food we ate and then I'm taking you home and proving to you how spectacular you are.”

“Okay,” Donna nods and steps out of the car when Dean opens her door. They walk inside to see a cozy tavern with a few tables and chair sitting around and the corners filled with small sofas with low tables in front of them.

Past the bar is a stage where a band is playing soft music. The place isn't overly crowded and the couple quickly finds themselves settled on one of the loveseats.

Dean looks around and smiles. This is exactly what he had in mind when he wanted to bring Donna on a date.

Secluded but yet not, dim lighting but not dark and music that you didn't have to scream over to be heard.

“What can I get for you two?” The waitress appears out of nowhere. They give her their orders and relax back into the cushions, Dean's arm wrapped around Donna’s shoulders.

The band starts another slow song and Donna begins humming, soon she's singing along with the vocalist.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too. 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me…what?” Donna stops singing when she realizes Dean is looking at her. “Am I that bad?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Sounded like angels singing. You have a beautiful voice Don.”

Donna blushes and looks down, not accustomed to praise from a date.

The waitress drops off their drinks and Donna picks up her mojito and downs it. “Now that's a good drink,” she giggles and then finishes out the song while leaning into Dean's side.

After four mojitos and three whiskeys, Dean pulls Donna toward the door because the Sheriff is getting a little too frisky for public eyes.

She, of course, misinterprets their destination and thinks they're headed for the dance floor so she begins grinding on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Thought you didn't dance, Dean-o?”

“I don't Sweetheart,” Dean says as he stumbles toward the door. “I'm taking you home, honey. You're wasted.”

Donna stops and pouts. “Party pooper,” she mumbles and then smiles widely. “Oh wait. I know what's coming next. Me!”

Donna bends over laughing and Dean can't help but join her. The jovial moment is tarnished when a whistle fills the air and someone comments “Bend over more darling. I can almost see everything!”

Donna had never seen Dean move so fast. One minute he was standing in front of her, laughing and the next he was standing across the room, over some drunk stranger with a bloody nose.

That sobered Donna immediately and she pulled Dean away and out the door. Donna pulls Dean to the Impala and not so patiently waits as he unlocks the door for her.

The ride back to her house is quiet, not even the radio to break up the silence inside the Chevrolet.

As soon as Dean parks on the driveway, Donna gets out and stomps to the door, unlocking it and marching inside.

She turns as soon as she hears the door close and crosses her arms.

“Dean, you can't just go around punching people out like some kind of caveman!” she states, her breath, labored. “I'm the Sheriff in this town, how would it look if my boyfriend got arrested for a drunk and disorderly?”

Dean looks remorseful and ashamed over his actions but he also cannot take his eyes off the peek of cleavage Donna is showing with her chest heaving.

“Don, I'm sorry. Really I am. I was just trying to defend you-” he pauses as her breasts bounce along with the rhythm of her breathing. “-but right now all I can think about is burying my face in your gorgeous tits.”

Donna looks down at her chest and huffs. “Jesus, Dean! Are you trying to distract me? I'm serious here.”

“Oh, I'm serious too sweetheart. I'm seriously going to make you forget-,” he says as he stalks toward her. “-about everything. The only thing you'll remember is my name. And you'll be screaming that,” Dean promises.

Donna puts her hand up, stopping Dean in his tracks. “First, you're going to let me finish what I was saying and then I just might allow you to suffocate in these,” Donna says as she squeezes her breasts together, the plump flesh almost busting out of the camisole.

Dean whimpers but nods his acceptance.

“You cannot go around just punching people for rude and lewd remarks,” she begins and Dean hangs his head in remorse. “I'm the Sheriff and I really don't want my boyfriend to spend a night in lockup for something that was-” Donna pauses as she watches Dean shrink into himself and she feels bad for leading him on. “-so goddamned hot I almost came right there.”

Dean lifts his head rapidly and watches as Donna unties the bow at the nape of her neck, the material falling down and her breasts bouncing free.

“Come here baby,” she says as she reaches for him. “They're all yours.”

Dean moves fast as lightning, closing the space between them and buries his face right in Donna's chest. He growls, licks and nips at the skin as he picks his girlfriend up by her supple ass.

“Oh god Dean,” Donna moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop!”

Dean lavishes each breast with kisses and sucks marks onto each one, claiming Donna as his.

Donna wraps her legs around his waist and starts humping him, her skirt bunched up around her hips.

Dean grins at her as their eyes meet and he nurses her left nipple.

“Getting frisky there aren't you Sheriff?” he chuckles.

“Well yea,” Donna responds breathy. “I know you have a deadly weapon on your body. I need to….oh to hell with the innuendoes right now. Just fucking fuck me Dean!”

“Yes ma'am,” Dean says as he sits her back onto her booted feet. “Show me the way, baby.”

Donna takes his hand and runs toward the bedroom. Once there, she kicks her boots off, unzips the skirt and pushes it and her panties to the floor before turning to watch Dean undress.

As soon as his legs are free from his jeans, Donna is on the floor at his feet.

“I wanna suck your dick until you cum down my throat.”

Dean groans as he pushes his boxers to the floor, his hard cock bouncing between them.

She wraps her fingers around the base and guides the head to her lips, gently licking the precum from the tip.

“Tasty,” Donna hums.

“Less talking, more sucking,” Dean says. And promptly bites his lip as Donna takes his shaft all the way in her mouth.

The Sheriff works her magic and soon is swallowing around the head of Dean's dick as her nose nestles in the sparse pubic hair.

“Shit baby,” Dean coos as he scoops Donna’s curly mane into a makeshift ponytail. “You gonna let me fuck that beautiful face?”

“Mmhmm,” Donna hums and begins rubbing his ball sack.

Dean holds her hair in one hand and places his other hand on Donna's head as he begins pulling out and pumping right back in, no resistance to going down her throat now.

“Goddamn,” he exclaims. “Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy. I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that baby?”

Donna nods as forcibly as she “P'ease yus.”

Dean doesn't hold back as he thrusts into Donna's willing mouth and in no time he growls as his fingers grip and pull the Sheriff's hair while shooting his load into her mouth and down her throat.

When he pulls his dick from her, Donna swallows and licks the remnants from her lips before leaning forward and gently kissing the now flaccid member.

Dean hisses and then chuckles. “Sensitive,” he explains before helping her to her feet. “Now plant that perfect body on the bed and open up. I've worked up an appetite.”

Donna does as requested, unashamedly spreading her legs to show her glistening center.

“Oh sweetie,” Dean says as he gazes upon her wet cunt in front of his face. “Did you cum already? Getting face-fucked turn you on til you just let go all over yourself? You are a fucking mess down here.”

Dean chuckles as he sees her walls clenching the air. He lightly blows against her exposed pussy which causes the good Sheriff to whimper. Dean smiles before diving in, devouring her from the inside out.

He licks a trail around the rim of her entrance all the while his thumb is swiping left to right on her swollen clit.

Donna is a begging mess, imploring him for “more” and praising his techniques “fuck yes Dean! You are a master at eating pussy. I'm going to cum on your face.”

Dean takes that as a challenge and ups his ministrations. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and flicks the swollen nub as he inserts two fingers into her warm cavern, pumping his hand and scissoring his digits.

Donna practically convulses on the bed, her ass leaving the mattress and Dean sucks her bundle of nerves between his lips.

“Fucking hell!” she screams. “Gah! Bite me, Dean. Bite my clit.”

And Dean complies. He uses his teeth to gently gnaw on the flesh, rolling it between his pearly whites.

When Donna screams out again, it is accompanied by her pussy gushing liquid, her cum shooting right into Dean's mouth.

As Dean licks her clean, paying close attention to her now-reddened and abused clit, Donna lays flat above him catching her breath.

“Damn, that was hot,” she husks, her voice wrecked and hoarse. “I don't know where that came from.” She laughs as she lifts her head to look at her lover.

“That was amazing,” he agrees as he crawls up her body, stopping to peck a kiss to each engorged peak of her breast before hovering over her and grinning. “Didn't know you were into pain fucking.”

“Eh, everything is worth at least trying once,” she shrugs and then wraps her arms around his neck. “And we'll do that again… but Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“Make love to me now?”

And that's just what he does. He fucks her good and hard, soft and sweet until she understood that she was deserving and valuable.

As he watches her pink swollen lips stretched and quivering around his throbbing dick as she creams all over it, he mutters words foreign to him.

“Goddamn! I fucking love you, woman.”

And their world, their little bubble Donna and Dean had created, stands silent. No movement, no sound, not even a breath is heaved as their eyes meet.

They both know their lives would never be the same. Donna smiles up at Dean and cups his cheek in her palm.

“I love you too, Dean”

THE END

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[an0thergl1tch]

Orange side/Logan headcanons :

*He’s either going to be impeccably dressed or look like an absolute dork because although he has a lot of information on fashion movements, he doesn’t exactly know how to dress to current styles. Like yeah he looks snazzy but that is not what you wear out to Walmart Logan.

*”You know what I can look cool, see I look cool!” *Patton trying very hard not to laugh* “You look great sweetie.”

*Ive personally enjoyed the idea of vintage tv car salesman/infomercial orange side recently. Considering Thomas’s connection with the media and Logan being connected with robots it would be fun to play into a character that isn’t quite human and is more machine. Plus I think it would be adorable way to incorporate Logan’s blurbs from the selfishness v selflessness episode.

*Playing off this I think it would be funny if he just randomly malfunctions occasionally, even better if he has to smack his own head like smacking a television to fix it. *logan staring at a wall* “sorry he’s buffering I’ll fix him” *Smacks him hard on the back of the neck and he falls into the wall like a pile of bricks* “Oops”

*Janus and Roman will inevitably tease him about going through his emo phase (it’s not a phase mom)

*If you took him to a rage room he’s either going to lightly kick things or he’s going to go feral. Either way he’s wearing way too much safety gear.

*Would punch a mirror but would immediately regret his decisions and would immediately come to Patton or Janus to patch it up (It ain’t even broken he just saw blood and panicked.)

[firecooking]

A fun piece that took me WAY too long to complete!

I wanted to draw out the Z stacks for my humanoid au and do something fun with the outfits and the posing. I almost always draw them in some form of work uniform or in their formal gear and while that's pretty accurate for most situations they also have non work good clothes, of course in shades of Zero Marine Bigg City approved browns and blacks.

I also wanted to highlight more personal styles with them as well as keeping the context of the 1920s in mind! I also gave them all weapons for fun!

Zip has a VERY stylish youthful way of dressing for the 1920s, his bow tie would be seen as rather formal in contrast to his outfit which would be very youthful and in matching, shorts don't match with sweaters, boots don't match short sleeves, young men often dressed 'eclectically' to 'stand out'. Zip Carries a rather standard hunting rifle, he doesn't much like to use it, but it lets him stay away from danger while protecting himself. He's a small guy and doesn't like to be in the action, the gun lets him keep his distance, and he quite likes that. He does know how to use it and will if necessary.

Zug wears a pretty average day suit, it's pants cut is a little big and the coat is a sport cut, he'd been seen as basically a lousy dresser, sorta like a used car sales man. Zug carries a Tommy Gun, he's a small guy and it gets the job done.

Zorran dresses in a modern for the time business suit, the cut is straight on the pants and jacket and the bi coloured pants and jacket would be seen as a more relaxed choice and he's forgone the vest of old. Winged saddle shoes complete the look, he would be a snazzy dresser in the eclectic sense like Zip. Zorran is a resourceful man and will fight with anything at hand, but a good old fashioned lead pipe is easy enough to carry and conceal and even easier to ditch without suspicion

Zebedee forgoes convention, instead going for comfort and a relaxed fit. The Zoot Suit is still two decades out but the smoking suit is making its debut, considered a wasteful use of fabric Zebedee is on the cutting edge of fashion, even if he just wanted something comfortable. He is a fan of brass knuckles, if he has to fight he'd rather brawl fair and square

Zak, like Zorran, forgoes a piece of the standard business suit, However his piece of choice is the Vest, which sets him firmly into casual. With a dark grey shirt and matching tie, pants, hat and shoes, Zak is scrubbing against the grain of fashion conventions of the time, Zak would be kicked out of a fancy restaurant on sight in such an outfit. Zak keeps a switch blade on him at all times, he's a big fan of stiletto style knives, they make quick work of any target

Zaffre opts to forgo feminine dress but doesn't abandon women's wear. The Blazer is in its second decade as women wear, note the lack of collar notches on the blazer and the single button, and the loose fitting light fabric pants are the trend with young flappers for day wear. Her shirt and tie are what step back into men's wear but are not unheard of anymore. She's young and a great example of a second generation suffragette, the right to vote is just the first step, you know. Zaffre hasn't opted for any weapons yet, the hat pins and batons of days past are not needed when you are ready and willing to beat someone to death with your bare hands. Maybe she'll find something someday

Also have a high chart because I am terrible at drawing them to scale, by 1920s average heights they are all pretty average, Zug and Zaff being extreme but not unheard of, by today's average heights literally all of them are average and below with Zug being unheard of as a 'normal' hight

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Stages of Mamma Mia

Fandom: Batfam, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Catherine Johnson is Jason's bio mom and Jason doesn't know who his father is. (Jason Todd is Jason Johnson for fic reasons).

Chapters: 19/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jason Blood, Catherine Todd Mention, Bruce Wayne, Willis Todd Mention

Relationship(s): Past Catherine Todd/Jason Blood, Past Catherine Todd/Bruce Wayne, Past Catherine Todd/Willis Todd

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Mamma Mia-inspired AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Father-Son Relationship(s), Jason Todd Experiences the Five Stages of Grief

Chapter Nineteen: Chiquitita (Bargaining)

As summer concluded, Mr. Blood helped Jason get dressed for Bruce's benefit dinner. "I hate bowties too, but I can't say you don't look dapper," Mr. Blood complimented as he fitted Jason's cumberbund over his suspenders. Jason hadn't smiled the entire day and spent most of that time hidden away in his room. After Mr. Blood fitted the cumberbund, he tied Jason's tie. Forest green velvet with gold trim. He wanted Jason to look his best. "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared," Jason mumbled. Mr. Blood picked Jason up as if he were a small child. He thought it'd make Jason laugh. Mr. Blood's heart sank when Jason threw his arms around his neck.

"You should be worried about out-dressing him," Mr. Blood casually whispered as he set Jason down. He gave Mr. Blood a puzzled look. "You heard me. Think of all those silly-looking adults drinking wine and making fools of themselves... And then there's you... All dressed up, sober, and absolutely charming. He'll be proud."

Jason let out a relieved laugh. "Yeah?" Jason asked.

"Yeah!" Mr. Blood nodded. He playfully shook Jason.

"Yeah!" Jason shouted excitedly. Mr. Blood laughed and helped Jason into his jacket. Jason held Mr. Blood's hand as they left the room and headed downstairs. "Do you think Bruce missed me this week?"

"Are you joking? Time away from the best boy in the world? It's dreadful!" Mr. Blood exclaimed. Jason giggled as they got in the car. "Before we get there, I want to go over the plan. Before dinner is the silent auction, and since I still owe you a gift for making the honor roll, you can have me bid on three items of your choice. Then, there's the song and dance of mingling before dinner. After dinner, there's dessert and a little touch of dancing." Jason nodded.

"Will I have to dance?" Jason questioned. Mr. Blood shook his head.

"And I think your brother might be there," Mr. Blood added. Jason grinned and swung his feet.

When they arrived at the manor, Mr. Blood grabbed his bidding paddle, and Jason clung to him. "Where's B?" Jason whispered.

"He has to greet some of his guests. It's customary—."

Jason jumped as he felt a pair of hands cover his eyes. "Dick?" Jason asked.

"Hey, Kid. You look snazzy," Dick smiled as Jason jumped into his arms. Dick embraced him and straightened Jason's jacket. "Bruce is gonna be thrilled. Mind if I drop in next to you for the auction? I love watching rich people fight," Dick smiled. Jason nodded, and Bruce entered the room to announce the start of the auction. He stopped mid-sentence to wave at Jason. Jason waved back with a sheepish grin. The auction was two hours long, and Mr. Blood bid on a private museum tour, a family camping trip, and dance lessons. Jason was overjoyed.

After the auction, the real fun began. Mr. Blood and Dick took turns with Jason, mingling among the crowd. "How old are you?" one of the women asked.

"Twelve, but I'll be thirteen next month," Jason replied innocently.

"And where's your mother and father tonight? I have to commend them for having such a smartly-dressed son," she whispered as she pinched his cheek. He frowned.

"Well, uh... My mom's not—. I'm—."

"Unconventional family situation. He's my little brother, but a friend of Bruce's also has custody from time to time," Dick answered. Jason nodded. Bruce wandered over and stepped back to take Jason in.

"We have got to take a picture. Where's Jay—? Mr. Blood?" Bruce asked. Jason grabbed Bruce's hand and stood on his tiptoes. Bruce crouched down to hear him.

"Dad's talking to an old student," Jason whispered. Bruce nodded and squeezed Jason's hand. "Do you want me to go and get him?"

Bruce looked at Mr. Blood from a distance and chewed his lip. "Um, I think Dick will go get him... Won't you?" Bruce asked. Dick nodded and walked off. "I'm so glad you came."

"I missed you," Jason declared. Bruce lit up, smiling from ear to ear as he hugged Jason.

"I missed you too," Bruce replied, "How've you been?"

"Good, I got enrolled in a middle school... A public one," Jason replied, "I start in two weeks."

"I know. Mr. Blood told me all about it. Are you excited?" Bruce questioned as a photographer approached. "Say cheese."

"Cheese!" Jason smiled while he held onto Bruce's hand. Bruce let go after the picture and whispered something to the photographer. She nodded. Bruce waved Dick and Mr. Blood over. They took a family picture, and Jason held his fathers' hands before they all returned to mingling.

Finally, dinnertime came, and they served Jason a large bowl of red soup. "Bruce, what's this?" Jason asked. Bruce shrugged.

"Try it, and I'll tell you," Mr. Blood replied. Jason obeyed and took a deep breath after his first spoonful. "Do you want something else—."

"Nuh-uh. It's spicy," Jason replied. Bruce grinned.

Dick picked over his chicken and ate his potatoes while Jason practically drank his soup. "Boiled fish soup," Mr. Blood whispered.

When the dancefloor opened up, Jason was slumped forward on the table in a deep sleep. A photographer snapped pictures of Bruce and Mr. Blood doting on him before getting a photograph of Bruce carrying Jason to his room. Jason stirred and smacked his lips. "Did you ever find out?" Jason mumbled. Bruce tried to pretend he couldn't hear him. "Am I yours? You had my blood... I know you had to check. I won't be mad." He set Jason down on the steps, and Jason laid his head on Bruce's shoulder.

"I did check... But I didn't want to know. I threw out the results before they were processed. Jason, I love you. Isn't that—?"

"If I'm not yours, would you stop loving me?" Jason questioned.

"Of course not. Jason, no matter what, Mr. Blood and I will always be your fathers," Bruce reassured him.

"Then I want to know. Please, Bruce?" Jason begged. Mr. Blood met them in the hall, and Bruce beckoned him. "Can we please find out now?"

Bruce nodded, and the three of them went to the cave. Jason sat at the foot of the infirmary bed, swinging his feet as Bruce took a cheek swab. Mr. Blood stood with his back turned. He was so nervous he couldn't bear to look. "Dad?" Jason whispered.

"Yes, Lamb?" Mr. Blood replied.

"I'm not gonna cry no matter what," Jason reassured him. Mr. Blood nodded as tears fell from his eyes. He didn't want Jason to see him crying. Bruce did his own cheek swab and processed the samples. Bruce couldn't look as the computer printed the results several minutes later.

"Jason, I'm sorry," Bruce whispered as he walked away from the computer. "I can't look." Jason nodded and took the results, reading them for himself.

Jason sat quietly for a while with the results in his hands, and he choked back tears. After several minutes of silence, he typed something in on the computer. "Jason?" Bruce asked.

Jason pushed past Bruce and Mr. Blood. Once he reached his room, he collapsed. Dick was the first to find him.

[ineffablenlghtingales]

Gabriel running in the park, okay. Is it just me or does John Hamm just feel idk...I just laugh at Gabriel mostly, like he's supposed to be the scary boss angel but he just has these mannerisms. Of course, I love my ineffable husbands more, but he's amusing. Okay, I liked that bit where the angels came to Aziraphale and were trying to get him to choose a side. But do people around them not see them? It's kind of a scene, three people accosting one (especially when those three people are dressed up in snazzy white suits). Anyway, good job, Aziraphale!

The Metatron...I don't think I like it (it? Him? Idk how to refer to that). Also Shadwell. He's so dumb! (But like in an affectionate way). He thinks he's this big powerful witchhunter but sir, you're half-mad and you want to exorcise an angel. Granted, you don't know Azi's an angel, but still. Would that even work??

Okay, I adore Crowley's planning and just what he does. So Hastur and Ligur were pissed because the supposed Antichrist showed up without the hellhound. They instead show up on Crowley's doorstep, demanding answer. This is interesting because we see here that Crowley pulls out the thermos of Holy Water Aziraphale gave him.

He's so clever. He empties the water into a bucket, places it just over the door so that when Ligur opens, the water soaks him and he's gone. It's kind of funny to see Hastur in this moment though, because he's screaming like a lunatic. The demon is terrified, end of story. So when he says to Crowley, "I'm not afraid of you" I really don't believe him all that much. And the bit where he traps Hastur in the answering machine. That's perfect.

It was an interesting bit, too, when we see stuff from Adam's dreams coming true. A cruise ship stumbling across the city of Atlantis, aliens landed in Tadfield, and Nelson’s car crashing because of Tibetans (???) in tunnels. These ideas came from the magazines Anathema had lent to Adam.

Then there's the delivery man whose job it is to deliver to the Four Horsemen whatever instruments they need to do their thing. He finds Pollution and hands them this crown. (Though why the crown is Pollution's thing, I have no idea).

Things are heating up!

Next episode's recap ➵

[emeraldelysian]

Kim Seungmin ✧ Night Train

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader Genre: Smut, One Night Stand Synopsis: With reluctance, you prepared yourself for the long commute home from work, wanting nothing more than to listen to music on the train before climbing into bed as soon as you get home. However, a handsome stranger makes you rethink your plans for the night. Wordcount: 2.1K+ Warnings: One-Night-Stand; Reader has f.anatomy; Oral (F.Receiving); Fingering (F.Receiving); let me know if I missed anything!

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MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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It was with some reluctance that you made your way down the steps to the subway that night. The mere idea of the long commute home was always excruciating so late at night, but especially so at the end of what turned out to have been a very long week. All you could think of was tearing off your clothes, wrapping up in your sheets, and cozying up with your laptop. Living life to the finest degree, you’d say.

Standing on the platform, you fumbled with your headphone cords as you waited for the train to arrive. All was quiet, save for that subtle and distant echoes throughout the vast subway tunnel.

When the train finally made its approach, you didn’t hear anything through the melody playing directly into your eardrums. Headphones are the most important piece of the modern-day commuter’s uniform, after all; no self-respecting person would dare endure public transport without being able to properly block out the people around them.

The doors opened, and invited you on board. You stepped into an empty car. Despite the overwhelming selection of empty seats, you sat down in the seat right next to the door. You had a clear view of the next car in front of you, and as you peered through the window, you imagined stories for the few people occupying the space.

A tired young woman with frazzled hair and exhausted features fought through a yawn. She was almost definitely contemplating the execution of a murder-suicide deal with her two obnoxious kids spinning around the metal pole in front of her.

An older gentleman frowned through the white scruff salt-and-peppering his cheeks as he peered down, pretending to read the newspaper in his hands. As he adjusted his furry hat, he may have wondered how his ex-wife was doing and why his daughter never calls anymore.

A dark-haired man in a black dress coat was playing intently with the phone between his legs. The messages on the screen painted a perpetual smirk on his face. Dressed like that, he was probably on his way to a snazzy date with a pretty girl.

The subway operator’s voice sang out a series of names and directives as the train approached each station. One-by-one, the passengers in the other car stood obediently to the sound of her siren song and disembarked from the train.

Your eyes wandered out to the platform and watched them trudge grudgingly towards the inevitable winter cold awaiting them at the surface. The doors whooshed shut, and they disappeared forever.

Looking back, you noticed the dark-haired man was still at his perch directly opposite you. He too was staring out at the passing darkness, absent-mindedly twirling his phone around with one hand between his legs. You discreetly traced the edge of his jawline with your eyes. He must have felt your gaze for as you reached his temples, he turned back to face in your direction. His intense, dark eyes found yours for a moment before you were able to look elsewhere, pretending to have been in the process of scanning your entire field of view.

You felt yourself blush all the same for being spotted. He ran his free hand through his hair, and tugged at his scarf while looking down at his phone that did not require any actual attention. Though his head was down, you didn’t doubt that he was grinning.

As the next station materialized from beyond the obscurity of the tunnel, he stood up. You felt an odd sense of disappointment realizing that this would be the end of the line for their non-encounter.

You looked down at your phone, scrolling through the infinite playlist of songs you had heard too many times before. You assumed that the doors had closed because you felt the lurch of the train’s inertia shift beneath you once more. When you looked up, you realized that he was now standing in front of you. There was a soft determination growing behind his eyes. 

‘Why isn’t he saying anything?’ you wondered, ‘Why don’t I say something?’

Inexplicably speechless, you cautiously tugged the headphones from your ears. It was always stifling underground, but there was an unfamiliar heat beginning to burn from somewhere deep inside you.

He advanced towards you until the space separating you was minimal. He removed his glove and caressed your cheek. The tips of his fingers were cool, but a certain warmth swelled from his palm as it connected with your skin. You felt yourself yield to his advance, and brought your own hand up to meet his and affirm your consent.

Reaching up towards his neck, you traced your hand along the length of his grey scarf. A sudden wave of conviction had washed over you as you tightened your grip around it and pulled yourself upright to meet him.

You breathed in an aroma reminiscent of Italian Renaissance art and timelessly questionable decisions, and lingered in that moment before slowly moving your lips towards his. You felt his smirk of satisfaction give way to the cool tingle of an anticipation mint.

With your left hand still anchored on his scarf, the other wrapped around the back of his head. You were so high in that moment, his arms reassured your safety as he wrapped them around your waist.

He ran his fingers under your hat and through your hair. As you resigned your head to his embrace, he gave the base of your skull a gentle, yet deliberate squeeze. Your right hand moved from cradling his head to the back of his neck along the curvature of his strong spine. For a better grip, your left hand freed the scarf and swept up to clasp his strong jawline.

Though it may have simply been the shift of the train at the next station, you felt his whole body nod in agreement to the route your hands were taking.

As if you needed a moment to breathe, you pulled away and took a step back. You were, however, far from finished with him and encouraged him to follow your lead. Leaning your back against the wall behind you, he leaned his body into yours. Braced by his frame and anchored by the wall, you could simultaneously feel the surge of his arousal in front of you, and the vibrations of the train chugging along on the tracks pressing into your back.

He did a sweep of your face and neck again with his hand before sliding it down the front of your coat. His breath deepened with the pop of every button. Your coat opened to invite his free hand to slip behind your neck, and down over your chest to cup the underside of your breast. He then slipped into the curve of your waist and eventually down to your hip.

He slipped his cool fingertips under the edge of your cardigan and grazed the skin on your lower back. Your sharp inhalation of a gasp betrayed your approval. He pulled your back in towards him, and your hips rolled and flowed into each other like two waves meeting at sea.

His hand then moved unflinchingly down between them until it found the space between your legs, where he traced the seam of your leggings up towards your inner thigh. Once he reached the crook of your groin, he passed his hand gently over your cunt. The warmth from his palm encouraged a tingling sensation on your nub.

He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, and you felt the energy building in your clit surge along your lips towards your cunt and back again.

Your eyes closed, and your head rolled back to push against the wall behind you as he slid his hand up to find your waistband and back down again under your panties. He allowed his touch to linger with appreciation before moving gingerly towards the final destination.

He pressed his nose a little deeper into your exposed neck and breathed in your racing pulse. He dipped his fingers into the puddle, and backtracked slightly to acknowledge the pleasure button pleading for attention. He moved back and forth over the hood a few times, until his fingers danced around the area. You felt yourself swell and harden beneath his fingerprints.

Again, the train heaved to a halt. Still, no one interrupted their public display of gratification.

Mirroring the sigh of the doors sliding shut, you let out a subtle moan and felt your hips gyrate encouragement to his rhythm. Echoing the beginning of the encounter, you reached your hand down to meet his in order to guide him to your sweet spot.

“Why don’t you take a seat?” he asked softly, his voice was laced with a familiarity you couldn’t quite distinguish.

You reversed slowly, trusting that the bench would catch you. He kneeled down in front of you, and placed his strong hands on your waist once more. In one fluid movement, you lifted yourself as he coaxed your leggings along with your underwear down towards your ankles.

You lifted your feet up to the invisible stirrups on either side of your hips, spread your knees wide to reveal yourself to him, and brought your middle finger down between your legs to take over what he had started.

He took a moment to admire your technique before acknowledging the invitation being extended by your coy smile. You clasped your hand behind his head and guided his mouth towards your finger. He kissed the crease of your groin, tracing your hairline up and down on both sides. Lingering for a moment, he breathed his anticipation towards the centre of your loins. You brought your other hand up to grab gently at his hair as the flat of his tongue embraced your clit.

His tongue massaged your clit in a consistent circular motion while he simultaneously began to tease the outer edges your cunt with the pad of his thumb.

Another stop comes and goes.

You couldn’t see anything through your makeshift blindfold, eyelids bound shut in ecstasy. You immersed yourself completely in the moment, forgetting that the source of your pleasure was in fact coming from another person.

There was a sudden shift in how the intensity was manifesting inside you. That mysterious understanding that distinguishes appreciation of pleasure and anticipation of something more.

It was subtle at first, as it always is. The heat trickling out from between your legs began to surpass that which was being produced by his mouth. You felt a spasm in your hip muscles and pressed into it. As this tension continued to grow, an imaginary wind passed over your shoulders and caused a shiver to swell, which moved leisurely down to the small of your back.

You fought the urge to tuck your tailbone under and pushed further into your hips, pressing deeper into his face. He didn’t falter, using his free hand to support you.

Your breath grew deep and concentrated. After a moment of silence, the force of release washed over you, your hips collapsing into his hand. You brush your fingers through his hair, pulling it.

“Slow down just a little,” you gasped. He followed your direction and allowed you to relish in the feeling. You let out shaky breaths as you felt the build and subsequent release of every mini pulsation that followed.

He took a moment to admire you in your post-orgasmic bliss when the train conductor interrupted with the announcement of the next station. He looked up in realization. When he looked back at you, still no words needed to be exchanged. You understood that the next stop was his.

The delusion of fantasy had slipped away, much to your disliking. As you pulled your leggings back into place, however, the gears turn in his head before he pulled out a small notebook and a pen. He jotted something down just as the train pulled up to its block. He ripped the sheet out, handing it to you, and caressed your cheek once more.

“Have a good night,” he said over his shoulder at you as he debarked onto the platform.

He didn’t look back as the doors closed. You watched him pull out his phone and mount the stairs as you were swallowed up by the darkness. You let the empty train car rock you back and forth as it carried you further along on its snaking path, like shaking everything on an Etch-A-Sketch screen into oblivion.

You look down at the paper, seeing the digits of a phone number quickly scribbled out.

With one hand on your forehead in disbelief and a dumbfounded smile on your face, you listened as the train operator declared the name of a station you did not recognize.

“Please take note that this is the terminal station,” said the train conductor. “All passengers must now get off.”

[cash-legacy]

⚲ Lakeview Library, Copperdale | 9:32 AM

There is a great deal of information one can access with the combination of an unmonitored personal laptop and a library card. Today, Aphrodite was making use of the latter.

She knew the body wasn't Valentine's, she was certain of it. But it had to be someone's body. And a recent someone.

So she hiked out to the library on foot. No car - and no license, either. She was working on it. Totally working on it. Just had more important priorities, like solving her brother's not-murder.

One thing you can find at libraries that's a bit harder to access at home - newspaper archives. Thousands of them. Aphrodite scrubbed through as many local papers as she could, as well as papers from other areas around the National Park, searching for reports of missing people.

The room was chilly, in the library's basement. The air was musty, and the shelves of archived books behind her gave off that pleasant old-paper smell. Aphrodite could have happily spent hours here, but today, she didn't need to.

"Bingo," Aphrodite said softly. "Hello, Not-Valentine."

Maurice Winn, disappeared from a camping trip with his friends the night Valentine "died." Similar height, similar hair, and strikingly similar features. This was her corpse. Had to be.

Aphrodite copied down his parents' address - or, parent's. Single mother, it seemed like. Edith Winn. They were out in the cove. Too far for Aphrodite to walk, and the bus route was awful. So, out came her phone.

Aphrodite: oi Aphrodite: feel like skipping class? Aphrodite: need a ride Aphrodite: will pay for gas Kareem: bet Kareem: wya Aphrodite: library Kareem: b there in 20

Kareem wasn't her friend, exactly. Aphrodite didn't have friends, and neither did he. He was too cool for them, and Aphrodite wasn't cool enough. But she was in the rare position of being a rich, unemployed High School dropout, which gave her a fair amount of disposable time and income. Both of which Kareem appreciated. He drove her, she paid, everyone was happy.

Today, however, the car Kareem drove up in was not his battered Gen 1 Oldsmobile, but something slick and fancy.

"Nice whip, dude!" Aphrodite called out from the library balcony, where she'd been waiting for him to arrive. It had taken him 23 minutes. Not 20. Betrayal on all sides. "Who'd you steal it from? My dad?"

"Go to hell. It's my brother's. Fairuz has a doctor's appointment right now, Inas took my car."

"How the fuck does a librarian afford a car like that?"

"You don't wanna know."

Aphrodite laughed, hopped over the balcony's edge, and made her way over to the snazzy vehicle.

"Where to this time?" Kareem asked, pushing the passenger side door open for her.

"LaSuli Point. In the Cove."

"What, we're not going to get ice cream?"

"We'll get ice cream afterwards. I've got shit to do."

"Since fucking when? You're sixteen and you have no job."

"I found a lead, Kareem."

"This again."

"I'm serious!" Aphrodite said, clambering out of the car. It was an uninspiring little house - barely more than a shack. Nice views, though. "It's a real lead. You'll see. He looks more like Valentine's corpse than Valentine does."

"What, whoever lives here?"

"You'll see!"

Aphrodite trotted up to the front door, and gave it a perfunctory knock, silently rehearsing her speech: Hello Ms. Winn, I know this sounds crazy but I think I know what happened to you son. Or maybe, Hello Ms. Winn, I'm here about your son. Do you know if-

"The door is unlocked," A woman called from within. "Come inside."

"Who the hell leaves their front door unlocked?" Aphrodite whispered to Kareem, before nudging her way inside. "Fucking weird."

"I'm staying outside. Have fun getting murdered."

"I'm in the back bedroom," The woman called out again. Her voice was strained.

Aphrodite tiptoed inside, and peered around. It was a tiny room, and clearly in the process of being packed up - boxes sat around, and the walls were starkly bare.

"Are you Ms. Winn?" Aphrodite asked.

"I am." The woman sat on the edge of the bed. Presumably, Maurice Winn's. "Who are you?"

"Uh-" All Aphrodite's nice, prepared speeches crumbled to pieces. "I'm Aphrodite. My brother was murdered? Except, he's not dead. And I think your son was the one who was murdered? It was the same day, and they look really similar - but I saw the body, and it looked like your kid, and I thought..." She trailed off, and cleared her throat. Nice going, Cash. Real slick. Need to work on that Charisma when you get home.

"I read some of the articles about your family," Edith said. She stood slowly, and straightened the covers on the bed. "I'm sorry for your loss. What can I do for you, Aphrodite?"

"Well-" Aphrodite paused. What could she do for her? She hadn't really thought this far ahead, frankly.

"I was wondering if you could tell me about the trip he was on? Where he was staying? The poster I found just said Granite Falls. Do you know where he was camping? Do you have any photos of him? So I can, uh... compare." Compare to what? The corpse that was buried in the Newcrest cemetery? Aphrodite was a lot of things, but she wasn't a grave robber.

"Of course." Edith led her back out of Maurice's room, and into the cramped little living area.

She pointed Aphrodite to a picture that sat atop a dresser. Maurice, transparently. He did indeed look remarkably similar to Valentine. His hair was different, darker. But he had the same sharp jaw and hooked nose. They could have been siblings.

"He and his boys were going up to the lake, in mid July. To celebrate... 'halfway through summer,' I think. Something like that."

"The lake." Aphrodite nodded. "How long were they there? Do you know anything about their itinerary?"

"Just that weekend. They were camping near the lake, the night he disappeared. Or they were supposed to be."

"Did he show any signs of distress, before he left?" Aphrodite had watched enough cop shows that she knew how this part went. Inevitably, she was going to discover that this was a red herring, and the real answer was elsewhere. Best to cover her bases. "Any conflict with his friends? Struggles at home?"

"No." The woman's face stilled, and then she frowned. "I'm sorry for your loss, young lady, but I'd appreciate it if you went on your way. I've answered all sorts of questions like this for the police already."

"I'm not police. I'm just trying to find out what happened to my brother."

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Edith glanced at Kareem, who stood waiting out the door. "Go home. Let me mourn my son in peace." And Aphrodite was swiftly bustled out the door.

[delurkr]

More Little Hope models 🤩

This post has been in my drafts for a long time lol but HariboStixx on deviantart posted a bunch of extracted LH models! I come bearing some pics and commentary but go look at the rest of them because there's quite a few.

YOUNG VINCE MY BELOVED. I love him and his corduroy coat. You can get a hint of the western style seams on the front, and now I see that's a denim jacket under the coat instead of a shirt. I LOVE. Unfortunately his pants and shoes are just the ones from his funeral outfit (which is clearly a duplicate of Anthony's funeral outfit, a true fashion faux pas) so unfortunately that doesn't say what he was "really" wearing.

Passerby seems to be wearing a suit under that coat. And btw only recently did I come across a playthrough bright enough to notice that his coat has a belt that's undone and dangling at the sides. I really want to know about him and what he was doing on that night 😂 Also his pants are a good 20 years out of date but we love him in spite of it (or maybe because of it).

About time we get a full view of Wyman lol. Lookit all those snazzy buttons 😁 (They must catch on things all the time.)

Is Taylor's watchband red in the game? I don't think so but if it is it's a nice nod to Tanya's red bracelet.

David was executed because he's been flaunting his collarbones in public. Tsk tsk, David. Cloth hose though instead of the other guys' knitted ones, fun detail.

Joseph's top layer thing looks like it was a pretty fancy garment at one point. There's a lot of (faded?) detailing down the front and around the armholes, which would have to be done by hand and that's a lot of effort for something a farmer will be bumming around in. And something was ripped out of the armholes (which shows better in the game), maybe sleeves that wore out before the rest of the garment and didn't get replaced. I don't know much about clothing in this era but anyway it's such a deliberate design choice. I love Joseph's outfit and I wish the devs would post his model so we can get closeups of the proper textures on it.

I need help. Is Abraham's outfit actually blue in the game? Obviously some of the colors aren't accurately represented here but other extracts I've seen of his model are blue. It just kind of looks brown in the game to me.

DENNIS DENNIS DENNIS

Anne with red hair again. Honestly the more I look at it in-game with enough brightness it looks like a shade of red there too. I'm slowly starting to consider that Anne's hair may be red enough to be related to the fact that they adopted a red-haired kid 🤔

Lastly, vehicles. Words cannot express. How much I LOVE the Clarke's station wagon. Just, them, in that car. (Imagine road trips.) Anyway I finally have a clear enough view of it so... yes, I tried to find a real-world make, and, just like Vince's car, I don't think it exists. The lights and grills are never comparable, but ignoring the structure the vibe works for a good chunk of the 1960s, which means I get to imagine at least some of the Clarke kids learning to drive in it 😊

[iconuk01]

Icon_UK watches the debut of Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger

Or "Burst-Acceleration Team BoonBoomger"

Well, this was... a trip (apporpirately enough for a series whose themese are racing and cars)

In the first episode Taiya, a cool, good looking (if a trifle smug) guy in a very snazzy red car (and wearing a lot of red because branding is everything)

shows up at a fancy wedding where the bride, named Mira, is clearly reluctant, and the groom is a bit of a dick, and basically grabs her and races away in the car with her.

Turns out he's a courier, who has been hired by her real boyfriend to abduct her from the wedding. It's not stated outright, but it looks like she was being forced to marry the son of a big time gangster, an idea supported by the number of shades and guns that suddenly appear as the red car is chased by a number of cars. Truth be told, Mira doesn't look too pleased about being delivered to her boyfriend either, which Taiya notes, but says nothing about as it's her business.

Mira is, understandably, in a bit of a panic, what with the wedding/not wedding abduction/rescue and being pursued by gun wielding gangsters

Her mood is not helped by the sudden arrival of a couple of mechanical looking aliens,

driving what appears to be self aware monster truck, which ploughs through the gangsters cars like they were skittles, and which Taiya not only recognised but reveals his car has got some unusual features to escape from, like the ability to launch itself backward into the air for a couple of miles to escape the aliens, who are fascinated by Mira's wedding dress (Hey, we all have our little obsessions)

Deciding that she needs at least a change of clothes, Taiya takes her to a boutique, which he casually buys the entire stock of, and tells Mira to help herself to a new outfit. That's cool, but a little OTT, verging on the creepy, but he seems sincere.

Mira selects a rather pink outfit for herself (Ooooh! Foreshadowing?) whilst Taiya has a chat with someone over comms who turns out to be Jou, a rather strait laced type in an impeccable suit. (There's also a curry obsessed robot in the background of wherever Jou is, who is important, but let's leave that to one side for now)

Then the aliens show up again and in a truly inspired moment of weirdness, turn Mira's wedding dress into a Monster of the Week whose deep voiced battlecry, as they smother everyone within range with wedding dresses is, according to the fansub I watched, "Get Hitched!!" (Which actually sounds like a pretty good expletive when said properly... or improperly)

Taiya changes into Boon Red.

and does some fancy fighting with the aliens and their grunts, which impresses Mira more than a little.

Boon Red hands Mira off to Jou to take to the airport instead, which he does.

Then, in my favourite moment of the entire episode, about halfway there, Mira basically says, "Stuff this, I am tired of being driven by other people and of getting no say in my fate", and sneakily presses the "Fly backwards a couple of miles" button so that the car flies back into the middle of the battle, to Jou's annoyance.

There she tells Taiya that she wants to fight too and "I want to deliver MYSELF to where I want to be" which is a pretty cool way of saying she wants her autonomy, so more power to her.

Impressed by her decisiveness, Taiya agrees, giving her a BoonBoom Changer of her own, so she can become Boon Pink, and to the surprise of nobody watching this far into the episode, Jou is Boon Blue.

There's a lot more after that, with robots and what appears to be a Hot Wheels videogame level before combining into the Mecha form we've been waiting for and taking down Wedding Dress monster

Full marks to whichever designer decided that the ideal weapon to equip a giant robot, which is going to be fighting mechanical monsters a lot, is a giant screwdriver.

Things go boom, (see what I did there?) and the episode ends with Mira explaining to her rather dull (and not overly bright by the sound of it) actual boyfriend that she's not leaving with him, she's becomign a Boonboomger instead, whether he likes it or not.

As Taiya (being very smug again) notes to Jou whilst watching this exchange "The delivery was made, but the package was redirected to BoonBoomger", which is either stretching an analogy to breaking point, or completely undermining the "Self determination" arc of Mira's story.

All in all, this looks like it's going to be one of the sillier sentai in a while, and whilst I have a fairly low tolerance for that, let's see where it goes.

Alas though, I'm afraid that I just cannot get past how ridiculous those helmets look.

I can see what they're going for of course, but the spoked tyres/hubcap look would probably make a better chest design than a helmet one. The tyre moulding sticks out in front of the actors faces by several inches and looks clumsy unless they're looking right at you.

Aside from the fact that Boon Orange looks like either a showerhead or the handset of an old landline telephone, the lack of a coherent pattern to the styling annoys me.

I mean, look at OhRanger (aka Power Rangers Zeo)

They all share the concept of geometric shapes that increase in the number of sides involved as you go up the apparent chain of command: Pink is a circle (which has one side), Yellow is two parallel lines, Blue is a three sided triangle, Green is a four sided rectangle, and though that should mean Red has a five sided pentagon, I can see why they went for a five pointed star instead. Also, their Sixth Ranger has a symbol which has both six "points" and is also the kanji for "King", so that has a consistency to it.

Likewise MagiRanger (Power Rangers Mystic Force), has a pattern linked to the characters age order (they are all siblings in MagiRanger)

Green, the first born, has one horn on each side of his Minotaur emblem

Pink, the second oldest, has wings with two segments on each side of her Fairy emblem.

Blue, the third oldest, has three flukes on each side of the Mermaid tail emblem

Yellow, the fourth oldest, has four feathers visible on each wing of the Garuda emblem

Red, the youngest, has five feathers on each wing of his Phoenix emblem

And their mother, whose magic is connected with snow and ice, has a six pointed snowflake as her emblem, so it's continuing the pattern, albeit in the opposite direction.

But BoonBoomger has no pattern that I can see

Red has five spokes

Blue has three spokes

Pink has six spokes

Black has eight spokes

And Orange hasn't even got spokes, but seven holes instead

There's no logic or pattern to them that I can see and it irritates me more than it should.

Oh well, let's see how it goes with the next episode!

[quills-of-freedom]

Levi Ackerman ~ Relationship, vibe and various 💕

💀

💣

💥

🧟‍♂️

🦝

🦂

☕

🍵

🍶

🧊

⌚

🌪

👔

🪔

📃

🖇

🧴

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🧼

I think we all know about Levis cold exterior. It’s pretty blatant and he doesn’t try to hide it. So I’m sure it won’t come as a surprise to know he’s a hard one to get close to, especially romantically.

It’s not only his stoic, stone self that makes it difficult, but it’s hard for him to find the time for romance. He’s a busy man, both in AoT and a modern AU.

You have to be pretty special to catch his attention, not to mention be amazing enough for him to work you into his hectic lifestyle.

Low-key huge worrier. He’s lost so many people in his life that the thought of losing someone he cares about again is one of the many things that contributes to his insomnia.

Levi is a perfect yet broken man. He needs so much patience, love and space. He’s definitely far from clingy and yet he has his own special ways of showing he cares.

Ideal dates

Levi feels the most comfortable somewhere quiet. Away from hustle and bustle, noise and, well… people.

Thrives in solitude, so somewhere where its just the two of you is probably what would go down.

His chances of asking you on a date if you just met are pretty slim. He’ll have to know you for a little while. He’s just not interested as he has other things on his plate right now. A plate that just never seems to empty.

A walk in a quiet park. Stargazing. Maybe even hosting you at his place. It’s so casual and he’s so normal about the whole thing, you’ll probably second guess if it’s even a date.

But, if Levi Ackerman is spending alone time with you and its not work related… its probably a date. His independence is very precious to him, so he choses his company with precision.

Always smells and looks good. As we know, he’s super clean. You just aren’t human if he picks you up for a date and you don’t get instant butterflies from his aura alone.

Won’t ever make a move on the first date. He’s testing the waters.

Have a kind heart and he’ll adore you. He definitely doesn’t do PDA except maybe placing his hand on the small of your back.

Modern AU

Totally see him being a snazzy business man in a modern AU. His dream of having his own tea shop always on the horizon. But Levi has to keep himself busy at all times, else the darkness within his mind will catch up to him. It always will be one day, with Levi.

Perhaps you’re the one to get him there, to help piece this broken man back together as best you can.

In a modern AU he is beyond happy that vacuums and anti bac exists. He doesn’t know how he’d cope without it.

Total fuck boy in his early 20s. He doesn’t know how to fill the void within him. Has so much healing to do, it’s so sad.

Erwin is destined to be his mentor, and helps him see the light more. Their bond stretches across multiverses.

Drives a black car with leather seats. A good collection of watches. Levi likes to look good and he pulls it off so good.

Gets acupuncture to help with his insomnia. A lot of herbal tea too. It helps a little but nothing substantial.

NSFW

Post fuck-boy phase, Levi is a gentleman when it comes to between the sheets. He inherently knows a way around another humans body. He’s an extremely passionate and sensual lover; he’ll absolutely blow you away.

If you want graphic detail of Levis junk, you can read and see it here.

Always, alwaaaays has a nice, thick load for you. And there’s plenty of it.

He’s the most vulnerable both when he’s tossing and turning trying to sleep and after sex.

Amazing with his mouth and fingers, very attentive to what you like and don’t like, all from the reactions you give him, no matter how subtle he can pick up on it.

Stamina is out of this world.

Heavy panting, the odd grunt and a bark when he cums is what you can expect to hear while he’s fucking you.

Kinks

Levi has a praise kink, certainly. He adores telling you how beautiful you are. He thrives off making you feel like the king/queen you are.

On the flip side, with how hard he has it, he loves it when you take care of him. Let him relax. Give him oral. Ride him. Massage his aching neck and back. He’ll be putty in your hands.

Shower sex. Obviously. You know.

Ride his face. His groans if you do are out of this world. His slender finger tips will dig into your ass and his sighs are like music to your ears.

Has a thing for watching you touching yourself before stepping in and taking over. It really revs his engine.

Aftercare

If Levi loves you, his aftercare is second to none. Soft kisses, embraces, whispering how gorgeous and perfect you are.

Will carry you to the shower and will change the sheets while you’re in there.

Brings you a tray of food too. Fruits, yoghurt and tea.

Massages if he was a little more rough than usual. Usually after a particularly stressful day.

Levi is a beautiful person inside and out. He’s just in so much pain and anguish. You need to take extra special care of this lovely human being ❤

[woulddieforloki]

I have a weird fixation on the line from Tracy Chapman's Fast Car that goes "We've gotta make a decision: leave tonight or live and die this way." I have no idea what it is about that line, but I absolutely love it, so naturally I had to come up with a fic idea that could use that as a title, so here it is:

it's the day of Thor's coronation, and Loki would never dream of ruining his big brother's big day, buuuuut his big brother's big day is kinda also ruining his life. he's always been Less Than Thor, but now it's going to be official: Thor is going to be King of Asgard, and Loki is just going to be him. he has a decision to make: he can either stay here and live with the fact that he is now inferior to his brother in every sense that matters, or he can leave.

obviously, he chooses to leave, because otherwise what the fuck is the fic about?

so he wait until everyone is drunk off their asses at the feast after the ceremony, and then he dips. he uses one of his sneaky lil back routes so he can escape unnoticed, and he shields himself from Heimdall's view so nobody can follow him because nobody will know where he is. in fact, he also does not know where he is, except that he is somewhere on Midgard where he knows that no one will recognize him and alert Asgard to his whereabouts.

he doesn't realize it, but he's accidentally stepped out of one movie and into another, because it's only a matter of time until he finds himself at Stark Expo, where Justin Hammer's Iron Man rip-offs go off the rails and try to murder everyone. Loki takes it upon himself to try to save as many people and destroy as many drones as he can, so he whips out his snazzy god magic, which gets the attention of some Interested Parties™️. Tony might not make the Avengers Initiative, but Loki sure does, and he gets swept up with SHIELD and befriending Tony and Nat and Clint and Steve when he gets out of the ice and makes a cute lil home on Earth.

it's all going well until Gamora steals the Tesseract -- not because she steals it, but because Thor comes looking for the Tesseract, too, and it gets a little awkward...