#yeah tags aren't my fort

[ocs-for-frees]

Marine One Piece OC

One Piece mania has gripped me again so here's the first out of many One Piece OCs / writing ideas / story ideas rattling around in my head. So we know the trope of "person that has consumed the fandom material gets sucked into the fandom world for some reason or another" aka Isekai. I present: An Isekai OC but instead of becoming a pirate they become a Marine. They‘re weird af and say cryptic weird shit all the time. They act weird. They are talking to some superiors or criminals like they‘re buddies. They called Garp the fucking Fist a „Big Old Softy“!! They call Fleet Admiral Sengoku "Senny"! But they are a fucking good Marine. Super competent, get the job done nearly every time, have sniffed out Marine intern corruption, somehow manage to wrangle politics despite being a total crazy, just great Marine all around. Not in the "Total Justice" sense but in the "actually doing their job in a good and fair way" sense.

The story is not told from the OCs POV but from everyone elses. Fellow Marines, Garp, Sengoku, admirals, pirates, Smoker, civilians, some Revolution people they cross, Jeff The Paperwork Marine. If the OC gets a love story it‘s gonna be haters to comrad in arms (pranks)/ partners in (legal crime) to lovers with Jeff The Paperwork Marine.

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 24 - Behind the Scenes

Summary: A decade into their careers, Corroded Coffin answers the ever-present question: what makes good music?

Word Count: 983

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Older!Corroded Coffin, Set sometime in the 2000s, 1st Person POV, News Article, Reference to Day 23 Up and Coming, friendship

Note: Thank you to the wonderful @br0ck-eddie for the beta read

Check Out the Main Post for @corrodedcoffinfest here! Even if you didn’t start on Day 1, you can still join!

Tagging: @the-unforgivenn at her request.

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Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

Cracking Open the Lid - Behind the Scenes with Corroded Coffin By Alex McCall

What makes great music?

I'm talking really great music.

The kind that inspires sold out shows and screaming audiences and a chart-topping album that's gonna win an award sooner rather than later.

Is it good lyrics? Something you can dance to? Die-hard fans? Maybe it's a little bit of everything, especially after a decade of slogging through bars and opening acts for bands that aren't as good and day jobs because gigs don't pay enough for the gas to get you to the next show?

Well, that's what Indiana-native Corroded Coffin attributes to their success.

"We got lucky," guitarist Eddie Munson insists as I join them backstage before their sold out Chicago show. "A thousand bands work hard and deserve to be here, work just as hard as we did but it truly is luck."

"We rolled a Nat 20," drummer Gareth Emerson adds, earning a laugh from the whole band. An inside joke for sure, but their history with Dungeons and Dragons isn't much of a secret if you've listened to their music at all in the past.

It's not every day that you get to cover a story about a band you "discovered" a decade ago, but here I am nonetheless. I passed countless fans lined up outside of the arena and chatted with a few of them. Stories range from hearing them open for Metallica a few years ago to someone who'd never heard of the band until they won tickets at work and became fast fans.

One of them asks when I first heard of Corroded Coffin, and I tell them, almost a little smugly, that I saw them playing live on St. Patty's Day at Cork and Kerry back in '90.

I tell the boys about it too--I'm allowed to call them the boys now--and they immediately dive into reminiscing.

"Was that the time," frontman Jeff Franklin can't stop laughing, "that Davey drank so much green beer he projectile vomited over the crowd at the end?"

"No!" Bassist Dave Nelson protects his honor. "That was the time someone threw a bra at you and you decided to wear it as a hat."

It was neither of those times.

No, this was the time Eddie decided to try crowdsurfing and landed flat on his face.

"Seriously you were there for that and you decided to come see us play again?" Eddie goans.

But it was that gumption that put them on my radar and made me want to see what a bunch of idiot kids from Indiana--kids like me, a transplant from Fort Wayne--had to bring to the table.

And it's been a rollercoaster ever since.

Since my first article about these guys, they've been everywhere man. Literally. Across the US, on tour after tour after tour. They recorded an original song for a major motion picture. They had their shot acting as extras in a movie too.

"That, uh," Dave shakes his head vigorously, "we don't talk about that, actually."

"First and last acting credit," Gareth agrees.

"Didn't you play Romeo back in high school though?" Jeff teases him.

It's this camaraderie that punctuates my time with them. I'm immediately laughing at all of their jokes, I'm folded into the intimacy of their group. And it isn't exclusive to my interview; this is the energy that they bring to the stage every night. It's what they've always done, ever since that first performance I witnessed and, I'm sure, every performance since.

And yeah I could talk about how they give me a tour of the green room and all of their snacks and the required video game console because Gare is almost done beating Legend of Zelda 2. Or their tour bus and Eddie's stuffed animal collection.

But it's their friendship that is the shining beacon of the band.

Always has been.

I ask if they fight much.

"Always" they say in tandem.

"Bickering like an old married couple," Eddie elaborates. "But I guess we are sort of married to one another. Lifelong commitments and all that."

I try to ask if any of them are married, but the band is notoriously private. (They told me, because I'm one of the guys now, I'm just not allowed to write about it.)

But private lives aside does that mean the band breaking up is completely off the table?

"I'm sure we'll retire at some point," Jeff offers. "Ed's knees are giving out."

"He's the old man of the group," Gareth snickers.

Something is thrown across the greenroom and hits the drummer in the head. A pillow. It starts some kind of pillow fight slash food fight between them all, and I even get in on some of the action with a well-aimed barrage of M&Ms of my own.

In hindsight I feel bad for the people who have to clean that up. I would offer some sort of compensation but the band famously pays their venue teams very well.

Someone calls a truce and we wrap up the interview.

I get to have my fanatical moment, showing off some of the articles and ticket stubs I've brought along with, as well as an old autographed polaroid that I've had at my desk for years.

I'm only a few years older than they are, and the way I've followed their career has been more like an older cousin hoping they make it big than anything. I've listened to their good songs and their bad, but I've never given up on them. None of their fans really have.

"We appreciate it man," Jeff nods and all of the guys have tears in their eyes as they agree. "It's all for you guys. And for each other. But for the fans? Always."

So what makes great music? I ask them.

And once again in tandem, I get my answer. But I guess I didn't need to ask them to know.

"Friendship."

[somethingclevermahogony]

Character Voice Tag

I wastagged by @patternwelded-quill , check out their blog, they've got some really good stuff there

Here are the rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

My line: "Oh yeah, you really told him, didn't you?" (I'm interpreting this as sarcastic with the emphasis on 'really', "Oh yeah, you really told him, didn't you?")

Your line: " My feet hurt, can we slow down please?" Narul: The giant crossed his arms and sighed. "Well, I guess you told him, huh?"

Ninma: She glowered and rolled her eyes. " Yeah good job, stupid." She said, and then sealed the sentiment by blowing a loud and rather wet raspberry. (At just over five years of age Ninma is beginning to understand but has yet to fully grasp concepts like sarcasm, or tact.)

Otilia: "Mhmm, good job, really, I mean it. Good job, you told him." Her tone was sincere, and perhaps would have been believable, if not for her disdainful expression. (Merchant/Noblewoman tactful sarcasm)

Istek, Dati, and Sihunu (Yes I am counting them as one entry, I just wanted to keep the polycule together): The three shared a glance. Sihunu pursed her lips. "Oh wow, you really gave it to him didn't you? Proud of you."

"Oh yeah, you've really outdone yourself, really used your head, eh?" Dati added.

"What are you two talking about? That was damn stupid." (Much like Ninma, Istek's use of sarcasm and tact are somewhat limited though for quite different reasons.)

Wadikir: "You realllly let him have it didn't you? We're all *very* impressed. Aren't we everyone?" The merchant raised his blue-sleeved arms in the air and spun in a circle, as if waiting for a chorus of answers from the onlookers.

Zatar: A grunt and a sneer if he finds you tolerable. Otherwise silence, or worse. Sarcasm is not the Wrath's forte, save for a few of his bloodier moments.

I'm tagging @hallowedfury, @caitlin-devlin, and @wylanzahn and anybody else that is interested!

[8cfc00]

I think that- oh sorry HI 👋 I hope you don't mind the ask haha I didn't feel like rambling in tags- I've also noticed the downtrend in dndads posting, and while it *could* be some mini migration of people to other fandoms, I'm not so sure that that's the case? Not that people aren't getting into new things (I myself have been, for that matter,) but... How to put it. I feel like the show itself, despite approaching the finale, has kind of been at a quiet point where there simply isn't too much to talk about rn? Like I think the noise will pick back up in the fandom when it picks back up in the show if that makes sense?? Also just a busy time of year for a lot of people I think tbh! And since the fandom is so small to begin with (as you know), it's more noticeable when a bunch of people are preoccupied!

That's what I'm feeling anyways! But yeah I've been thinking about it too, and I empathize with the whole "feeling sad when people leave fandoms" thing, so I felt inclined to share my two cents in case it's any consolation haha. Regarding what you said about whether or not the show is "bad"- yeah, I agree! There's some places it really shines and some places that just aren't its forte, but me personally as long as I'm having fun I'm staying put right here! 😤❤️

!! HELLO!!! and yeah you bring up some good points... like there really isnt too much going on in the story character/emotion wise that people can latch on to (in contrast to the more angst ass eps that seem to be a bigger hit among fandom types) PLUS with only one jan ep the pace at which dndads has been releasing is. a bit slow (ep 50 was basically just 49 part 2 too so...)

as for the parts the show is good at vs the parts it isnt. i think it also comes down to the individuals/groups judging it, and the differences in their expectations... like with s2 ep31 the cast was talking about how the ep sucked in the teen talk, but on tumblr the tag had trended with SO much art... there have also been times when i had really enjoyed an episode only to find not much talk about it. so its really different for different people i guess

i try to not feel TOO dejected about stuff i have no control over (especially online stuff) but yknow life has been stressful and ig some of that stress had carried over to my posting. i didn't mean to start discussion about how good the podcast is (i've seen enough of that on reddit LOL) i dont wanna harsh the vibes, esp cuz i know i dont feel very good when i see critical posts about a show i DO enjoy a lot! (i am similarly " having fun")

THANKS FOR RESPONDING THO it was kinda nice to see im not the only one seeing and thinking about things! yaaaaaa

[rcdiostcrs]

𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑪𝑨𝑵 𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑬𝑹 . . .

NAME : hayden "halex" alexander; hayded; heydad

PRONOUNS : they / he

NAME OF MUSE(S) : it would take too long to list them all. but in case you don't know me & want to know my favs are seven, mills, & asph. i also run a blog for toulouse of the aristocats (@bluebowtied) if you are interested.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : tumblr ims / dms. i do have a discord, but i rarely log on so if you communicate using that just know i'm bound to forget. i know ims can give people anxiety, but i prefer to just keep everything on one platform.

EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : uffda... years. my first group isn't even around anymore (though some of the characters from that group are still around, see: mills, aeron, & rhis). i believe i started in 2014, though i am so bad with time.

BEST EXPERIENCE : descendcntshq (if i recall the url correctly). such a fun group, everyone was really chill & the ooc discord made communication between muns easy & efficient. much like my first group, some of my characters from there are still kicking (pretty much all of my descendants characters originated there, even if they've been tweaked). even my url is similar (though that's more bc of my obsession with one song in particular than anything else).

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : being rude. not tagging your smut. being a smut-heavy or smut-focused blog. being unwilling to work w/ your thread partner(s).

THREAD PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT : fluff & angst, though recently i do lean more towards fluff. slice of life threads are some of my favorites. as for smut... it's in my rules that i don't write smut.

PLOTS OR MEMES : i'm like... super anxious about plotting because it kind of feels like i suggest the same stuff over & over. that being said—memes as thread openers also aren't my forte since i like sending in so many & then only continue the ones i really enjoy. now, i will repeat what's in my pinned: the best way to start a thread with me is to reply to one of my opens or come to my ims with an idea you already have (so that we can then make a closed starter).

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : these are subjective terms, so i'll just say that somewhere between two & five paragraphs (comprised of at least three sentences) is the sweet spot. though it also depends on how well we mesh ooc & how well the characters in the thread mesh ic. if we get along great & our characters have some deep reason to be interacting, i tend to skew longer in my replies.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : late evening / night. when the rest of the world is quiet, i can write without being self-conscious that somehow someone will see my screen & judge me.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : oh yeah. i'd go as far as to say each character has at least one attribute of me in them. sometimes it's as innocuous as we both love fast food & have gutter brain. sometimes they're basically me on a page ([cough] theo [cough]). i do, however, fear, that all of my characters come off as autistic, depressed, & riddled with anxiety as i am all three.

tagged by stolen from: here tagging: anyone who would like to

[alethiometry]

ofmd stede bonnet doesn't own slaves. however, iirc multiple black sails characters have a hand in the slave trade. so if BS fans don't like ofmd they can just continue to not like it instead of acting as if they have a moral high ground because glass houses, buddy. (this isn't directed at you, but at the BS fans who've sent threats to my friends all day)

yeah I can't speak to ofmd because like I've said everything I know about it is whatever makes it past my blacklist but you're right that black sails fans really aren't doing the show any favors by conveniently forgetting that (1) jack literally sends vane out to capture slaves to rebuild the fort which is a HUGE plot point in early season 3, and (2) in the same season flint or billy tells silver that the walrus crew has sold as many slaves as they have rescued.

I'm sorry to hear that your friends have been receiving hate. I have definitely seen some extremely bad-faith and/or media-illiterate takes by ofmd stans regarding black sails, but that doesn't warrant threats and the opposite is probably also happening on parts of Tumblr that I'm not a part of. I do think some of the absurd trash talk in the tags of that post (flint wearing stede bonnet like a jacket or whatever) are really fucking funny, but at the end of the day it's just a stupid poll and really isn't that deep

[ieppiq]

Very nice excerpt. Thank you for the tag!

Doing this with Mir and Dara from a WIP I have not yet introduced:

We stayed up all night and slept 'til noon It's so nice to wake up next to you Let's start the day with breakfast in bed Think I'm gonna love you 'til I'm dead I can't wait to buy you things A brand new diamond ring This is more than just a fling

Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

So this is love So this is what makes life divine I'm all aglow, mm And now I know (and now I know) The key to all heaven is mine My heart has wings, mm And I can fly I'll touch every star in the sky So this is the miracle That I've been dreaming of

You and me always forever We could stay alone together You and me always forever Say you'll stay never be separate Oh, darling, it's alarming thing to think of us apart You know you've got me in your pocket You don't just have to wait around You know I keep you in my locket Just come here and we can settle down You and me always forever We could stay alone together

Aren't you glad to meet me I think you should I mean i really think you should yeah You keep on playing saying it's in your nature Then you go on sulking blaming all but you Won't admit you set your heart for failure Should be glad I'm here awaking you

Pourquoi tu me dis rien Pourquoi tu m'dis rien encore Vas y raconte moi ton histoire Dit j'entends pas bien parle un petit peu plus fort Montre-moi tout ce que j'aimerais voir Hey arrête la folie, arrête ta folie, fait voir un peu Hey arrête la folie, arrête ta folie, faisons un veux

Tagging (pressure free): @redotter , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @writingamongther0ses , @naps-tries-writing , @dustylovelyrun , @pluttskutt , @blind-the-winds , @druidx , @the-finch-address and @surroundedbypearls

Songs and Ships Tag

Rules: write about two to five songs from them that represent your a ship between your ocs (it can be platonic or romantic or a secret third thing). then add a quote from said wip (if possible!) underneath it.

Thank you for the tag, @theprissythumbelina.

Passing the (optional) tag to @blind-the-winds, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @void-botanist, @theimperiumchronicles, @ieppiq, and an open tag to anyone else who wants to join in.

So, now here's Sullivan and Road from Empty Names being "a secret third thing". Think of these all as being sung from Sullivan's perspective to Road, and in roughly chronological order:

Dear Fellow Traveller by Sea Wolf

Dear fellow traveler under the moon I saw you standing in the shadows and your eyes were blue You put your hand out, opened the door You said, "Come with me, boy, I want to show you something more"

You spoke my language and touched my limbs It wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again And in our travels, we found our roads You held it like a mirror, showing me the life I chose

Eternity by Mizz Fish

Friends like you are hard to find So I’ll stick with you til the end of the line We aren’t perfect but that’s alright

All your dreams, your passions, ambitions You’ve told them to me like a man on a mission And I’ve done the same to you many times

Somehow we made our way here just by lookin around Somehow we knew what was lost had somehow been found Because of you I knew I could be who I wanted to be without feelin a fool In front of those who don’t understand Because of you I knew that sometimes you may be hurtin But that cannot stop you from feelin deserving And following your dreams You come runnin when I fall even if I don’t make a call for help No one needs their eyes to see We’ll be friends for eternity

Trying times and metal struggles I know for a fact you’ll be there on the double Because you won’t want me to feel alone

And anytime you need someone beside you A shoulder to cry on, a friend to stay true You know I would never let you down

The Funnyman's Smile by Michael McCormic Jr.

Well, I had a dream I was trapped in a cave with nothing but a magic lamp I polished its side, and out you came with gold shackles around your hands You said, "Son, I think there's something people like you and me should know" Life is more than empty jokes and putting on a show 'Cause you can make the world smile, and get nothing in return And in the end you find that what you give is what they think you're worth Then you offered me three wishes, but I saw only one worth while" I said, "I want the chance to make the Funnyman smile Oh, give me a chance, a chance to show you"

Funnyman, you're not alone No, even when you're crying I'll be there to hold you close And tell you everything will be alright

Because doctors still need checkups Bartenders need a drink or two The funnyman, still needs to smile And these days, I do, too 'Cause all the times you made me laugh Now they feel a little colder To know that when life knocked you down You cried on your own shoulder 'Cause you can make the world forget its problems for a while But who was there to make you smile? Tell me, who was there to make the Funnyman smile? Oh, to make the Funnyman smile

Ship in a Bottle by fin

You can fit everything you know In a bottle for you to show Pick your brain apart and put it in And build it again with needles and pins Everything you have earned is a ship With blue waves crashing into it But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

Between My Teeth by Orla Gartland

And I-I-I bite my tongue 'Cause I don't know how to tell you I'm getting this urge to run And I-I-I bite my tongue 'Cause I don't know how to tell you Oh, you deserve someone else Who can treat you like I want to

Oh, ah, ah, please don't lean on me 'Cause I don't want your heart between my teeth I, I think I better leave 'Cause I don't want your heart between my teeth I can't take the pressure of it, I can barely breathe Ah, ah, please don't lean on me 'Cause I don't want your heart between my teeth, no

Turtles All The Way Down by Sammy Copely

See, I could choose for the both of us And you'd just go along because You've trusted me for no good reason Love no matter what the season

Force the last page of our story You're my favourite allegory Hope to god that you'll forgive me My mistakes will long outlive me Mine, mine is the unkind, kindest cut of all And I'll watch you fall

And I don't know if this makes it any easier Perhaps you'll find comfort when I say You and I are nothing more than meteors Never meant to live long past today

Yes, I'll choose for the both of us You'll just go along because You've trusted me against your judgement You deserve someone who doesn't

Force the last page of your story No more boring allegories Hope to god you'll rise above me Though you'll always be part of me Mine, mine is the unkind, kindest cut of all I'll watch you fall

Now watch me fall

And now a snippet:

“I see.  I’ll leave you to it then.  Just try not to rough anyone up too badly while you’re there.”

“Of course not.”  Unlike with this job, Sullivan had given his friend his word about certain aspects of his conduct ahead of time.  It had been long indeed since the last time his friend had simply explained a situation and left with no implication other than that they wouldn’t ask questions about what Sullivan chose to do with the information.  It was certainly one way to keep their conscience clean.  “Sleep tight,” he adds.

“I’ll try.  See you later.” 

The line goes silent but there’s no click of a hangup.

Sullivan moves to the kitchen, checks the freezer, and finds it surprisingly boring.  No stashed electronics, frozen potions, or preserved body parts.  He grabs a carton of ice cream, kicks another body out of the way so that its partially-crushed head won’t hold the door open anymore, and closes the freezer.  

Returning to the balcony, he leans over the railing, balances the carton on it and begins scooping out ice cream with a knife.  Much like the city vista below, it’s night black and speckled with glazed bits that reflect the glowing veins of light that run through it.  At least the penthouse’s late owner had good taste in something.

He glances back over his shoulder and blinks through his filters.  No significant signatures other than the already-ransacked saferoom.  He returns his gaze to the view, eats his looted ice cream and waits with his phone still up to his ear.

“Su?” his friend’s expected voice finally whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Am I a bad leader?”

“Of course not, everyone loves you.  They’d follow you anywhere.”

“But should they?”

“Hey, what brought this on?”

“This is twice now that Eris and Ashan have come back in bad shape, and every quest so far we all wind up separated.”

“That’s just a new team going through the growing pains of getting used to working together.  The point is they came back and it’s not been anything they couldn’t recover from, and you’ve been able to help everyone you’ve tried to help.  That sounds like a resounding success to me, especially for the early stages.”

Silence.

Consideration.

Waiting.

“Has this happened before?”

“Do you want me to answer that?”

“No.  I don’t think I do.  It’s just…”

Sullivan’s grip on his phone tightens.

“Just what?”

“I’ve been thinking about the gaps more than I should lately.”

“And?”  They should barely be able to think about them at all.

“The list of reasons I’d want to leave them empty is pretty short, isn’t it?”

The ice cream carton tumbles down to the streets far enough below to be another world.

“You trust me?”

“For happily ever after.”

How bitter the old joke between them is.

“This isn’t going to be another gap.  I would have tried harder to talk you out of it if I thought there was a chance of that.”

“Thanks.  I needed to hear that.”

“That’s what I’m here for.  Now get some sleep.  You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“I’ll try not to dream.”

[soulrph]

"𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓" 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i mentioned these in the tags of a post and sb saw it and asked for the list!! which was so abundantly lovely of them tbh bc like. i was gonna let these go. so thank you to the sweetheart of an angel who encouraged me to finish the list and post them!! these prompts are dialogue based and inspired by the humble yet endearingly cozy qualities of the blanket fort! i hope y'all enjoy them! and i hope everyone's staying hydrated and not clenching their jaws on this lovely day, too!

" what do you mean, you've never built a blanket fort before?! "

" sorry, you can't get in here without the right password. "

" where are all my blankets and pillows? "

" yeah, you can't wear that in this fort. no suits, jeans or shoes. only soft fluffy socks and pajamas. "

" wanna built a blanket fort with me? "

" if we got the fluffy bath towels out, we could probably expand the fort towards the bathroom. "

" if you collapse this blanket fort, i cannot legally be held responsible for my actions. "

" bring over those fairy lights, we can hang them on the inside of the blankets and make it way cozier! "

" i just think the world would be an infinitely happier, better place if we all lived in a blanket fort. "

" it's not every day you get to sleep in a house made of blankets, pillows and cushions, right? "

" hey, let's hook the blanket across the TV, that way we can have a movie marathon without leaving the fort! "

" see? it's a blanket fort fit for royalty! hence my pillow throne. bow down before me, peasant! "

" fine! you can come over; but bring every blanket, pillow and fluffy item you own. "

" oh my god, i used to make blanket forts ALL the time when i was a little kid! "

" i brought some snacks. figured it'd be a pretty sucky blanket fort without any! "

" i wonder how much you'd get if you rented out a blanket fort like this one? "

" wow... this must be exactly how michelangelo felt when he built his first blanket fort, too! "

" ingenious use of the sleeping bag, by the way! every good blanket fort needs a rug! "

" i'm having the week from hell. could we just crawl into the blanket fort for the night? "

" it's too stormy to do anything else today. i propose a movie marathon in our pajamas in the blanket fort! "

" i'm gonna go out and ask our neighbours if they have any spare blankets we could use. this blanket fort demands an extension! "

" if we insured this blanket fort, we could make a TON of cash the next time it collapses! "

" no, listen, if people can go live in vans and school buses, i can damn sure live the rest of my life in a blanket fort! "

" i made some hot cocoa. felt like a suitably fort friendly drink! "

" technically, demolishing the fort should be done via pillow fight. right? "

" aren't we a little old to be making blanket forts? "

" actually, much like lego, i think you'll find that blanket forts are ageless! "

" i thought i might find you in here. room for one more? "

" tragically, you never built a blanket kitchen. so i guess we're just gonna have to order in some take-out, right? "

" i'm not an unreasonable blanket fort mayor. i am not above bribery. entrance fee can be one kiss. "

" excuse you, we have a dress code. pajamas are in my closet, bottom drawer; fluffy socks are in the second one from the top. "

" judge me all you want, but this blanket fort has brought me more peace than anything else in my entire life. "

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Doctor Y/n - Residency - 14 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

"You need to get your shower fixed!" Arizona shouted at Alex, leaving you to raise an eyebrow as you appeared with the bread, about to throw it in his face.

"I put it in the freezer, fridge was making it stale and it was going to go mouldly on the counter." You stated, leaving Alex to pause as you dumped the loaf of frozen bread on him.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Toast it!" You shouted as you hurried to grab your backpack for rounds.

///

"Sorry I'm late, sorry I'm late!" Arizona apologised, sitting next to Amelia.

"Um, Wilson just barged in and stole my shower. Edwards, does she always walk around naked?" Arizona turned to Steph.

"Uh, not around the hospital, generally, but you might need... hang on, Y/n!" Steph called you over, spotting you walking by.

"What's up, Steph?" You asked, leaning in the doorway.

"Does Jo walk around naked when she's at home with you?"

"Uhh, she's jumped in the shower with me before?" You replied, leaving Arizona's jaw to drop.

"Are you sure you two aren't-"

"No, we aren't dating." You deadpanned, rolling your eyes at Doctor Shepherd's amused face.

"It's like residents gone wild, especially with you two." Arizona retorted, leaving you to roll your eyes.

"You live with residents, Robbins?" Doctor Herman asked, making everyone jump as Arizona realised the intercom was still on.

"Did Wilson just climb in the shower with you-" Doctor Herman began, leaving Arizona to stutter.

"Yeah, no, instead of me." Arizona explained, leaving you to laugh into Steph's shoulder.

"Was she coming onto you?" Doctor Herman enquired, leaving you to snort.

"Contrary to popular belief, Joey is straight-"

"Oh please, there's nothing straight about the two of you together-"

"Residents gone wild!" Doctor Herman laughed, interrupting Steph, leaving Doctor Shepherd to kick you and Arizona out of the room.

///

You were walking to deliver some tests to the labs when you heard Karev.

"And Robbins can get handsy with the residents. Last year with Murphy, then you've got that weird thing with S/n, but HR got involved and now there's policies in place-"

"What weird thing with me?" You asked, pausing as Jo walked over, hugging you from behind.

"What weird thing with Braces?" Jo asked, amusing Doctor Herman as you tilted your head to the side at Arizona's stuttering.

"You and Doctor Robbins-"

"I don't date my co-workers." You finalised, shutting down the topic.

"Hey, you need to start putting on pants around the house, 'cause Robbins keeps checking out your ass." Karev stated, turning to Jo who raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, Alex- you don't need to put pants on, your ass is fine-"

"I'm going to go deliver these labs before HR gets involved." You interrupted, leaving Arizona to gawp at you as you grinned.

"I hate you all. I have surgery!" Doctor Robbins declared as you began to walk away.

///

You'd spent weeks of your third year of residency working between specialities, whilst Steph worked with Doctor Shepherd on neuro and Jo lingered around ortho and other specialties as well.

Arizona was working with Doctor Herman a lot to get the 4 months worth of surgeries down into eight weeks, meaning every time you were in peds, you were working with Karev. However, you'd spent a large cluster of your time in between the ER, cardio, peds and ortho.

"Braces, it's time!" Jo shouted, gaining your attention from where you had been staring at the vending machine.

"Shepherd's tumour?" You asked, pausing as Hunt called over the two of you.

"I need the two of you to hold down the fort here, okay?" Hunt stated, leaving you to let out a breath and Jo to thank Hunt.

"So..." You began before spotting the incoming trauma included a leg in a splint.

"Mine!" You exclaimed, hurrying over as Jo laughed in amusement due to your antics.

///

"We did it." Jo grinned, offering you a high-five as the ER began to get quiet.

"Damn right we did." You grinned back, high-fiving Jo in return.

///

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[mattdemers]

My safari through current social media alternatives

So I figured that after a week of Twitter doomposting by other people, I'd weigh in with my thoughts on the vibes/applications of social media sites that people have migrated to. This isn't meant to be a scientific tier list, just thoughts.

Tumblr

I haven't been here in years. Things are largely the same, but there's been some UI improvements, and I've liked things like the new posting UI (still needs some work. Would prefer Markdown, but I get how zoomers aren't going to put up with that).

Aesthetically, it feels like the transition from being 18 to 22. Like, the company voice is a bit more older/sassier/"leaning into what people told it that its strengths were" and I don't know if that's good or bad. I feel that it's a bit limiting but I think Tumblr needs all the help it can get.

I've also noticed a lot more gamification, encouragement, "things that you are doing correctly that we are going to enforce" from Tumblr itself, which is probably positive.

Probably will be fine in the short term.

Cohost (Link to me)

"Tumblr, with a shit colour scheme."

I'm having trouble with Cohost mostly because I've done the least amount of exploration for new people to follow or hashtag discovery. I really like the post editor (it's Markdown, see above) but I can understand how that's going to hurt it.

It reminds me of a university/college internal website for students, aesthetically. I don't want to say "who is this for?" but there's a larger deficit when it comes to its identity as a site. Tumblr is clear what it wants to be, and who it wants to house, and Cohost was sold to me "for creators" but I have less idea how/why/beyond that.

Clicking into a tag for "league of legends" (which I guess might be a good comparison across platforms) the last post in that tag was 3 days ago.

Yeah, I'm kinda thinking Cohost is gonna be dead, or a zombie like Vero Social in a year.

Mstndn.social (Link to me)

It's hard to talk about Mastodon due to the nature of federation, so I can only zoom out and talk about "the normie experience" that I'm seeing.

I think people are using Masto as a bit of a panacea; they see a familiar Twitter-ish interface, but are lost with the tech-speak of federation and what it might mean. I've seen ambitious people start their own instances and think it's "building a new Twitter" in terms of scale expectations, but it's not. You're essentially building your own pillow fort.

The thing is, I think some people might be... hoping otherwise? Like, the stuff that's interesting me most about Masto is the Lord of the Flies scenarios happening in certain circles, where they're finding out:

How much work actually goes into moderation, and how unsexy it is

What happens when people you don't know/can't vet are joining your instance

What happens when people have a visible person they can point their grievances to

To be honest I'm not optimistic about Mastodon but I think it serves a purpose in educating people about what was convenient about Twitter. They'll go crawling back, and maybe a few people will embrace the "local" group they've now joined.

Some normies literally have never had the experience of joining a small forum and learning to love that community; this isn't that. It's more like Reddit, where one account enables you to post everywhere, but you might find a "home" subreddit.

I've been using Pinafore as a better UI for Masto and I've been enjoying it.

Other thoughts

I joined The Hive about two seconds ago, but I'm moreso just reserving a username in case it blows up. A two-person team and being on the market for multiple years before this kind of makes me wary, mostly because I think they're hungry to accept any kind of winning milestone, and that means they're going to listen to anyone if it makes them think they can keep the momentum.

Tech users largely don't know what they want, and it's going to waste the resources of a dev team in order to try to get everyone satisfied. If they're doing crowdfunding, I'm kinda also pessimistic, because man that's setting up for some "I paid for X!" complaints.

What's funny/cool is I've gotten "mattd" on all these platforms, not "mattdemers." Kinda nice to shift a little bit because I'm very insecure about saying my last name verbally and having people be able to find me. Oh well.

It's the URL of my new Substack too, where I'll be posting more things like this, if you want more. It isn't launched yet, and is under construction, but it's there if you want to move early.

[oldfritz]

hm for asks, can you talk about hetalia characters you find cool in concept but never bother with? Or about your mutuals' favourite characters!

Tell us about a character you liked but dont really care anymore, and about a character you dislike a lot!

Talk about characters who's fans you dont like, and about characters who's fans are "ah, fellow people with sophisticated taste"!

Talk about a character you like in theory but not in any interpretation or depiction, that is, character you like as a character but dont think they are fit to be in hetalia

I think Yao/Ch!na is a really interesting dude. Ancient man, seen a lotta shit, been through a lotta different styles of government. China has a long and rich history you could do quite a bit with. I took two classes on it in undergrad and, while I don't remember a lot of the details now of who did what/why/when, I found it immensely enlightening from a 'why China is what is is today' perspective, which is what I ultimately got. I don't write him for that reason and, honestly, don't know how I'd fit him into what I'm writing unless I pivoted to making Lutz and Al main characters (which I'm not). I would love some good recs from people who read historically-based stuff that includes Yao. This applies for In/dia too for much the same reasons. What does it mean to be so old when you're immortal? How do you avoid apathy? How do you keep life interesting? Could also go into weightier topics with them as well - how it feels to have been both colonizer and colonized, not sure if it applies to In/dia as well but certainly Yao - but the writer would have to be knowledgeable and skilled enough to pull it off. I don't think your generic fanfic author can - I get nervous about publicly toeing the line myself

I used to be an Alfred and Arthur stan. They were my favorite characters in the entire series!!! They had the benefit of being the countries I'm most familiar with because, if you haven't heard, I got that dual citizenship dudes. Now, don't get me wrong, I still enjoy writing them whenever they appear naturally and have a lot of Thoughts on how they should be characterized, what their relationships with each other/everyone else should be, etc but they're not the main focus of 90% of my fics now. They're guest stars that I love to have on set (goddamn that's trite). As for who I don't like, I've never been a Matthew person. I think it's doing a disservice to an entire country to just have his personality be 'forgettable' and 'soft-spoken.' Which like yeah sure, I follow people who have done more with him and have made him an actually interesting character (credit to Foxholes, whose url changed and now I can't find them and don't wanna tag their history blog), but beyond the one or two characterizations of him, I don't care. Man smells like stale bong water

Eh, I'm gonna plead the fifth on that one. I don't wanna gripe about specific fans because there's good and bad in every subset. Plus, no reason to go hurting feelings. Though those Gilbo stans can be real freaks. Who the fuck likes a country called Prussia?

Hmm, interesting question. All the major nations don't bother me and make sense for why they're there. I also appreciate HRE being around, but I'm not crazy about a lot of things about his characterization. I especially hate the bad Italian accent he has in the English dub. Have never gotten that because, as Voltaire once put it, that empire ain't Roman. I think there's a lotta cool stuff you can do with HRE (@kisamesopelagic 's Karl is awesome and parts of theirs has served as inspiration for mine, who tends to linger just-offscreen) but the canon one is very meh. As for one's who I don't think belong point blank period, the entirety of the micronations. I have a hard time buying that Sealand is out here running around like a menace but state, provinces, prefectures, etc aren't. A fucking rusty ass fort in the middle of the Atlantic versus Quebec? Get outta here dude. Plus, besides some of their designs, all their personalities grate on my nerves. A whole ass African continent with next to no characters depicted but yay we got Kugelmugel. Jfc

[xnchxntmxnt]

I was listening to random music and Trap Queen (specifically the crankdat remix) came on and my brain went brrr and I can no longer stop thinking about it

anyways birthday ideas-

First a couple dialogue things 😌

~~~~~

"I think I would know if it was my birthday."

"Yuuji, baby, I am begging you, please, please look at a calander."

"... give me my phone."

"..."

"..."

"... oh my god it's my birthday."

~~~~~

"I am going to eat this entire cake because I am an adult."

"And everyone at your party?"

"I bought a second cake for them."

"Of course you did."

"And I'm gonna eat all the leftovers."

~~~~~

I am polyamorous so imma drop one in here-

Being in a relationship w/ Teru and Yachi

Y/n is tall (6'3") (Teru is 5'9" and Yachi is 4'10", just for some comparison

It's Yuuji's birthday so of course, Yachi and Y/n have something planned

It's very simple, just a movie night with some snacks and treats, and a blanket fort for cuddling in

Yachi goes to Y/n's house and they set up quickly while waiting for Yuuji to show up

And it's just a calm happy date night. They quietly celebrate their boyfriend's boyfriend. I haven't thought about what Yachi gives him (because idk, I'm just not good at gifts 🤷) but Y/n got all three of them promise rings

It's something they've discussed before, and Y/n finally decided to do it

Fluffy soft lovey stuffs happens as they put the rings on each other and yeah

They lovely ❤️

~~~~~

One day Teru is just going off about a special interest he has (because projecting v) and Y/n is just watching him and he's like- so in love and so happy to listen to him ramble about something that makes him so happy and just- he just can't stop thinking about how cute his boyfriend is while he just listens (even if he doesn't understand what he's talking about)

~~~~~

Terushima short circuits every time Y/n kisses him out of no where

He has to take a moment to process what just happened and once he does?

Oh boy.

Y/n is immediately scooped up in his arms (doesn't matter what size you are, he can and will at least try to pick you up (unless you aren't comfortable with that)) and he's getting kisses all over his face and neck and shoulders and Yuuji keeps whispering 'i love you' between kisses and yeah

~~~~~

Y/n goes to Karasuno and he's kinda chaotic, but he gets really overwhelmed with people that have a lot of energy and they're really loud.

The (former, because they're out of high school by now) third years have learned how to handle him, but then they find out that he's dating Terushima and they are very worried because- well, he's exactly the kind of person that overwhelms Y/n quickly. Y/n is kind of annoyed that they'd think that his boyfriend would ever intentionally harm him like that so he decides to take a few videos.

The first one is him pretending to sleep (if/when he has to be woken up he's always really frustrated or upset, but he also gets depressed/down on himself if he doesn't wake up before 10 (god can you feel the projection?)) and Yuuji waking him up gently (because he sees it's getting close to 10), making sure he's alright, and just being quiet and soft so Y/n doesn't get upset. Y/n doesn't like eating in the mornings, so he usually doesn't, but Yuuji is trying to get him into doing it so he offers pancakes but doesn't push it and it's just sweet and-

The next video is Teru taking care of him when he's sick and just-

It's just soft and Y/n proving that they match each other. When Y/n is slow Yuuji slows down, when Yuuji is pumped up Y/n matches that energy and they're just really good with each other

(I've actually written both of these so like... I could send or post and tag you in it if you'd like lol)

~~~~~

Aaaaand there's today's offering

I hope you have a wonderful day, lovely 💕✨

-🌌

🌌 ANON MY DEAR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I AM OH BOY I AMSQUEALING LIKE A 6 YEAR OLD GIRL I AM SOFT SHGBAIEH VN I LOVE HIM TO MUCH

yes please send it to me i don't care if it's vis dms or you tag me doesn't bother me either way <333333 gimme the fic i need (i also have @sugasfanfics on terushima brainrot so that's one more thing to send her :))

THE YACHI THING TOO UGH personally im like 90% sure im not poly just becasue one person is socially exhausting enough you want me to deal with 2??? but i read so much (insert ship here) x reader fic its insaen lol I LOVE TERU WITH YACHI AND THEN BOTH OF THEM IS IFHBSIHBF I LOVE im not even bi i just like dudes (again 90% sure) bUT FGSIFLBH I LOVE

anon my dear youre gonna be the death of me one day and i love you for it

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I glance over as Emi starts on God, seeing her absentmindedly fumble with her cross as Mick listens intently, a small smile coming to my face. 

She's as enthusiastic about her beliefs as I am. It's a little more comforting having someone around that's on the same page as I am. 

That is until Nikki gets tired of hearing her go on and on about Christ. 

It's probably giving him flashbacks of conversations with Vanity. 

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" He yells back here to her, and she abruptly stops, looking at him. 

"Sixx, you're not even back here, just mind your own business." Mick boldly replies, too tired to fight about it. 

"What did you just say to me?" He cuts his eyes sharply. 

"He said mind your own business! It's not our fault your blood starts boiling and combusts into flames anytime someone mentions God! Shut up and deal with it and stop being a little bitch!" I state and he glares at me. 

A Jack Daniel's bottle is hurtling my way in no time, and I duck, causing it to hit Mick and Emi, soaking them in Jack. 

"Fuck you!" Nikki yells at me. "And you know what?! If God is so real why doesn't he just strike us out of the sky right fucking now?!" 

This sends Emi into a frenzy, grabbing her crucifix, praying, while Tommy and Vince join in on further terrorizing her, dropping their pants, along with Nikki, while they all shout on about how God needs to suck their dicks. 

I'd be offended if I knew God was. He's more than likely just looking down at them, shaking his head, wondering why he decided to create them in the first place when all they're doing is wasting their lives on booze, used pussy, and any drugs they can get their hands on. 

All the sudden, Tommy disappears into the pilots cabin, and within seconds we're doing a barrel roll, making Emi start screaming and crying. 

Once we get level, I'm taking a few deep breaths before coming to my feet. 

"Vivian." Fred scolds me, knowing what's coming, but I ignore him, marching to Nikki, Vince and Tommy, punching them both in the back of the head as hard as I can before slapping Vince with the same energy, Fred and Doc getting in the way before they can come back at me. 

"Fucking bitch!" Nikki barks at me. 

"Heard that one too many times, it's starting to bore me!" I bite back as Doc pulls me to the back of the plane. 

"See how boring my fingers around your neck are gonna be when I get ahold of you again!" He yells after me, Fred shoving him into a seat. 

"Maybe you'll kill me this time and do us both a favor!" I reply. 

"We have a gun at home just put it in your mouth and fire a-fucking-way!" 

"I would if I didn't know it'd make you so freaking happy, you sick junkie!" 

"God forbid you do anything to make me happy!"

"I sacrificed my dancing and my schooling to make you happy!" I throw at him.

"You threw out your chance to go to school and do what you were passionate about for me when I never even wanted you to do that! I wanted you to go to school, I wanted you to keep dancing but you didn't because you were too much of a pussy to leave 'cause you thought I'd break up with you!" 

"And we see where that fucking got me, don't me?! Married to a sick man who has no qualms about screwing his wife's best friend for over a year in the house he bought for her, in the bed they share!" 

"If that sick man didn't marry such a selfish, evil, farm fresh cunt from hell he wouldn't have felt the need to step out on her!" 

"You stepped out on me for drug love!" 

"I stepped out because I was bored with you and she fucked good!" He's venomously snapping at me. 

I want to say, "trust me, I know the feeling!" but decide not to. 

"Just be sure to mention that to our lawyers when you get back from Japan because I'm sick and tired of being married to you!" I shout. 

"Fuck you!" He screams. 

"Fuck both of you!" Doc snaps at us, heaving heavy breaths. "Now, I've had it, dammit!" He screams. 

We're all silent for a moment, before I'm glaring at Nikki. 

"See what you did, asshole?!" I accuse him. 

"What I did?!" He yells back, brows furrowing.

"Yes, what you did, since the only thing you're good at is stressing people out!" I shout at him. 

"I stress people out?! I stress people out?!" He starts laughing humorlessly. "I turned to fucking smack to escape your stress inducing bullshit, you delusional, rabid cunt!" He barks at me as Fred tugs me to the bathroom before I can get the last word in, locking me in until it's time to land. 

By the time we get to Fort Lauderdale, we've both calmed down enough to tolerate each once again, which is good considering paparazzi is on us like flees to a dog. 

"Vivian, Nikki!" Press shouts as cameras flash, Nikki reluctantly grasping at my hand as Fred clears a path in the people to car. 

When they see Vince, Tommy, Mick and Tansy behind us, they go after them next, giving me and Nikki time to duck into the car. 

"Geez." I sigh out, fixing my hair as Nikki moves across from me the second the door shuts. 

He leans his head back, cursing under his breath, raking a hand down his face. 

"You okay?" I ask him, genuinely, and he sneers, his eyes still closed as he catches his breath. 

"No, Vivian, no, I'm not okay." He huffs out with a sharp scoff, and I rub my lips together. 

"It's hard on me, too, you know. You aren't by yourse--"

"--Bab--Vivian, just shh." He catches himself before he says, "baby," and my heart tenses up in my chest. 

"Would you rather me scream at you and start an argument?" I ask him and he sits up, looking at me with smeared, running eyeliner, circles under his eyes, and ghostly skin. 

"I'd rather you just keep your mouth shut." He states, fumbling with his boot, pulling some tar, a spoon and a syringe out. 

"Oh, you aren't serious..." I say to him, raising a brow. 

"Me,Tansy, Izzy, Andy, Michael...don't act like you haven't seen someone shoot up before, Viv. If it makes you pussy out just close your eyes. I'll be done in a few seconds." He mumbles, about to start heating it in the spoon. 

I do just that, until I decide I'm not sitting around and let him kill himself anymore. 

I go to snatch the syringe and lump of smack away from him before he can stop me, opening the sunroof and throwing it out, going for his syringe next. 

"Stop!" He barks at me, guarding it, the both of us ending up on the floor of the limousine. 

"Nikki!" I scream, fighting with him to get it, but a sharp pain is soon shooting through my pointer finger as the needle stabs through the underside of my finger and out the top. 

It was by accident, being that he wasn't even holding the needle. 

"Motherfucker!" I scream to myself, Nikki's face paling further at the sight, as he lays underneath me while my tears are rolling down my cheeks as stinging pain spread through the nerves of my fingers, followed by the buzzing of the micro-amount of heroin on the tip of the needle that pierced my skin. 

I hiss as I pull it out and aim the needle at the car's carpet, getting rid of the shot, holding my bleeding finger as I sit up, Nikki still looking sick as I get off of him. 

"That shit wasn't cheap." He tells me, pulling himself up.

I don't pay him any attention, my finger starting to throb. 

He stares at me while I have my little pity party, before he takes a long sigh and grabs at my hurt finger, making me sniffle. 

"It's not like it went through the bone, Viv." He says dismissively, although he still holds to my finger as if trying to make it better. 

"Just shut up." I snatch away from him, frustrated.

"You shut up." He replies in the same harsh tone. 

"You fuck off." I kick my heel into his knee and he grabs my ankle and tugs at me, causing me to slide into the limo floor again. "Nikki!" I kick again with my other foot, this time, missing his crotch by mere centimeters. 

He slides to the other side of the seating to get away from me. 

When we stop at the next light, I'm reaching for the door handle and opening it up, causing him to pounce on me, and slam the door as I open it, yelling, "goddamnit, Sixx!" pinning me under him to keep me from opening it again. 

We both take heavy breaths, looking at each other...he smells repulsive, but I've missed the presence of his close proximity. 

The door opens suddenly, Doc and Fred looking down at us. 

Apparently we didn't stop at a red light, but our destination.

We both look up at them like guilty puppies, piled on each other, Fred, in particular, eyeing me like a hawk. 

"We're here." Doc informs us as we pull ourselves out of the car, and I brush off as Doc and Nikki walk ahead of me and Fred. 

"Don't say a word." I tell Fred.

"Wasn't going to." He assures me.

"It wasn't what it looked like." I say next. 

"Never said it was." He replies.

"Yeah, but, I know what it looked like, and--"

"--Viv, I'm not saying a word about it." He reassures me as we walk into the venue to see Steven, Slash, and Izzy sitting on the stage. 

Stevie sees me and makes a beeline for me, making a point to hug me. 

Steven was like Vince, but a hell of a lot more genuine and wholesome. He just loved love, affection, flirting, and women--especially women.

"Duff's really upset over what happened, Viv." He tells me in my ear. 

"I'll talk to him." I reply with a slight nod. 

"I don't know if just talking it out is gonna help much of anything, babe." He says lowly and I let out a breath. 

"I'll talk to him." I repeat, brushing off his warning. 

When I get on the bus, Duff's got his shirt off, shuffling through his bag, glancing at me. 

"Hey." I say to him.

"Hey." He mumbles back, grabbing another tshirt to put on. 

"Steven said you were still pretty upset about last night." I tell him, stepping a little closer. 

"Not with you...just...the situation." He explains in a low, frustrated tone. 

"Well, do you wanna talk about it?" I offer. 

He looks at me, letting out a breath, licking his lips.

"You've already said you guys are getting divorced, so, it's not like it really matters." He shrugs. "Just having a little trouble pretending like he didn't damn near kill you, but..." he trails off, seeing the look on me face before saying, "I'll get over it, Viv, alright? Don't worry about me jumping on him again or anything like that." 

"I'm not worried about that." I assure him, grasping at his hand, tugging him closer to me in the aisle, a small smile on his lips as his hand runs through my hair, our eyes locked. 

"I love you." He tells me, my arms wrapping around his waist. 

"I love you, too." I grin, and he presses his lips to mine, sweetly, before I'm pulling away. 

"Alright, your show starts in an hour and a half." I inform him. 

"Okay." He says dismissively, kissing me again. 

"Duff, we gotta go." I giggle, his lips kissing at my cheek, then my neck. 

"We will." He says against my skin, chuckling. 

"If you're late, Axl's gonna kill us both." I remind him, kissing him again. 

As always, one thing led to another, and then…

"Duff," I whimper out, my bare back wet with sweat from the humidity in the Florida air, my thighs spread as he pushes his fingers in and out of me on the table of the empty tour bus--my dress discarded to the floor, leaving me in only my heels since I wasn't wear a bra or panties, specifically prepared for this moment. 

The wet sounds of his fingers toying with my soaked pussy reverberate off the walls of the bus, only making the ache in me more hungry. 

His tongue swirls around my nipple, and he bites it teasingly, making arch into him, his fingers plunging deeply into me, purposely brushing that spot. 

I runny fingers through his hair as he goes to my other nipple, doing the same to it, making me sigh out in pleasure. 

He kisses my lips before grinning, taking a step back to look between my legs as if admiring me, his bare torso tensing with each breath in, his hand raking over his blonde hair. 

I pull my lip into my mouth, placing my heel on his chest, gently pushing him to sit down across the aisle, and I look at him smugly as he watches me, his hand palming at his crotch. 

I turn over to my hands and knees on the table, arching my ass up and my face down before reaching my hand underneath me to rub at my clit, watching over my shoulder as he takes heavy breaths. 

Two of my fingers tease at my entrance, and I moan out as they slide into me, my walls tightening around my digits as pleasure prickles up my spine. 

He keeps his eyes glued to me as I move my other hand to my clit, my toes curling as I eventually bring myself to orgasm, but I don't have time to recover before Duff's hands are grabbing my hips and his tongue is lapping at my center, sucking at my clit from behind. 

I gasp, my hand reaching back to hold his face to me, my body moving in rhythm with his tongue. 

Moans and whimpers come from me, and he pulls away for a moment, only to pull me into the aisle and push at my back until I've got my hands on the floor, completely bent over as he gets a better angle at eating me out. 

I nearly scream at the sudden accessibility he's got, on his knees, lips and tongue going to work. 

"I'm gonna come." I gasp out and he presses one more kiss to my clit before two of his fingers thrust into my cunt, making my eyes roll back at their demanding pace, curling to hit against my g-spot. 

He stands up, never pulling his hand away as the other hand holds at my hip, leaving to run over my ass cheek for a moment as I begin to spasm around his fingers, my legs shaking as cum runs down them. 

He pulls his fingers from me and I'm standing and turning to face him, sucking them into my mouth and he curses under his breath as I keep them in my mouth, my hand unbuckling his belt and pulling his hard cock out of his jeans, wanting him down my throat at the sight of precum beading at his tip. 

I keep my control, letting his fingers from my mouth as I'm licking my lips and rubbing my thighs together. 

I sit on the edge of the table, my legs spread, my hand between my legs as he steps to me, grabbing his prick and rubbing it against my sensitive folds. 

"Fuck, Vivian." He says softly, smile on his lips as if he still can't believe he's sleeping with me. 

I just grin at him and pull him down to kiss me. 

I cry out when he takes the time to push into me, hitting as deep as he can with a few more inches to spare. 

"Make me take all of it." I tell him after he thrusts a few times. 

He watches my face as he slowly inches it further and further into me, his tip hitting my cervix and pressing against it, making it give way little by little until he's buried in me to the hilt and I feel like he's in my stomach, tears in my eyes from the painful pleasure. 

"This is how deep I want you to go when you come." I tell him, sweat beading between my breasts and he watches it, leaning forward to lick it off my skin. 

"You want me to come in you?" He asks me, knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it. 

"Yes." I nod, gasping. 

"Why?" He asks and I look down, his shaft disappearing into me and coming out glistening with my juices. 

"Because it feels so good." I reply and he grabs my jaw, his tongue meeting mine in a sloppy, passionate kiss as he picks up his pace. 

I grab his hand and guide it to my bruised throat. 

He almost pulls his hand away but stops when I look at him. 

"You're not gonna--fuck--hurt me." I assure him, my hungry pussy being fed the way its needed, making my eyes roll back and my lids close as my head tilts back.

He slowly grasps my throat, harder and harder, and the sensation sends sharp pleasure straight to my clit. 

My fingers go to play with it, but his fingers move mine from his way, staying in fast rhythm with his thrusts.

"I'm--" I can't finish what I'm saying before he moans out with me tightening around him, further wetting him with my juices as I finish

Within a couple more minutes he's breathing out, his dick twitching before he fits all of his length into my cunt and my body's being christened with his hot cum. 

Once I cool down and clean myself up, I'm going back to him. 

I pull my shirt back over my head as his hand runs up and down my back, his lips catching on the space between my shoulder blades before the fabric of my shirt can cover me, making me laugh. 

"Duff, we--" 

"Dude, we eat on that table!" We hear Stevie pipe, and turn to see him and Izzy looking at us in horror, by the door, where we're sitting on the table. 

"So did Duff, apparently." Izzy says with a crooked smile, cigarette smoke cascading past his lips as he finds it amusing. 

"Sorry." I say to them, quickly getting dressed as Duff gets up to pull his pants on. 

"We didn't see anything, don't worry. We just waited for the screaming to subside." Izzy lets out. "Axl's wondering where you guys are."

"Of course he is." I roll my eyes. 

"Not for that reason. I think he wants to talk to you about Tansy." He adds. 

"Tansy? What about her?" 

"What do you think?" 

"She's not going to rehab until she wants to." I immediately know what he's referring to. "And being that she's not enthusiastic about living, I doubt she cares whether she dies or not." 

"Well, Axl's all worried and googly eyed and gross." Izzy huffs out. 

"Plus, she's our friend, too, and we've all been trying to talk to her about getting some help." Steven tells me, next.

I get my shoes on and step past them to the door. 

"See ya in a few." Duff tells me. 

"See ya in a few." I reply, smiling at him, before going to find Axl.

The irony of anybody from Guns being worried for Tansy due to her drug addiction was exactly that: ironic. 

But I don't blame Axl for not wanting to see the girl he was miserably in love with (well, obsessed and unhealthily infatuated with) on the brink of her own final destruction. I guess because I'd been there with Nikki, myself, and knew how scary it was--even if big, bad, mean machine Axl refused to admit he was scared, I knew he was.

"Have you seen Axl?" I ask Doc as I pass him by, and he furrows his brows. 

"Might check their dressing room, I think." He replies and I nod. 

"Oh, and I'm sorry for mine and Nikki's fight earlier." I say before he can walk off. 

"Don't worry about it, Vivian." He nods a little as I offer a small smile and head to the guys' dressing room. 

The ginger isn't in there and I groan, heading to Mötley's dressing room to check in there, coming face to face with Sparkie. 

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I ask him, cutting my eyes. 

"Waiting for Nikki to get back from the bathroom...what about you?" He replies smugly. 

"Wondering why you're back when Nikki and Axl have both made it clear they don't want to see you again." I state. 

"The bitchy redhead isn't getting in the way of my business." He says, referring to dealing to Nikki. 

"You're so sick." I hiss out in disgust, turning to leave. 

"I'm kinda wanting to add a few drops of fuel to the fire, ya know...tell him about you and Duff." He starts, and I tense up, slowly looking at him. "End the last show of this leg of the tour with a bang." 

"He won't believe you." I try to say it confidently, but my voice cracks just slightly. 

"I don't think you're giving him enough credit, Viv. Sure he's high a lot of the time, but it's not hard to believe when almost all of your time is spent with Duff in some form or fashion--not to mention you lied about your friendship with him from the start, so…" he points out. 

"What gets you off about seeing people in pain? If you're not helping them destroy themselves, you're making things a lot worse for their life." I grit out. 

"I'm not making things worse for his life by telling him about your inability to keep your legs closed. You did--well, still are doing--the crime, I'm just giving him a heads up about it because he's my friend, and my friend needs to know what kind of snake his wife really is." He remarks and I grind my teeth, turning to go again, but he grabs my wrist. 

"Unless she wants to persuade me to keep her secret?" He suggests, his cruddy eyes traveling up my body like they always do. "Last chance, Viv." He adds. "If he finds out, it'll completely shatter him. You don't want that on your hands, do you?" He keeps on, stepping closer to me, his arm sliding around my waist slowly as I stand still, frozen, as my heart pounds in my chest. "It'll just take a few minutes, and then you can go on your merry way, and I won't say a word." He grins, the tip of his nose touching mine, his chapped lips grazing mine as the door opens, revealing Nikki. 

[ghostxofxartemis]

OC Interview - Alexandra Shepard

@theoriginalladya left an open blanket, this looks like fun so decided to do it!

Tagging: @mai-nonsense (for your Shepley couple since you asked for asks last night -which I'll send you some later, my dear!), @occorner (for Grant). @mallaidhsomo (did you do Eric? I'm sure he'll have a grand ol' blast with this 🤣) .

(I seriously need to get her commissioned)

name ➔ Alexandra Destiny Hope Shepard, aka: Alex... Nickname: Girly (Lauren gave me that nickname. I'm anything but girly)

are you single ➔ nope. Recently engaged, actually. Can't seem to get rid of this guy since high school *smiles mischievously at Jason*

*Looks at Ashley: "Dad still knows how to dance after you taught him for your wedding right?!"

*Ashley, snorting: "your father dance?"

*John: "Oh c'mon! I'm not that bad!"*

*Ashley: "you're right. You're terrible! Don't worry it'll be fine. *

are you happy ➔ Yes

are you angry ➔ not often. Dad taught me many breathing techniques to calm myself when getting angry. Comes with doing martial arts really. 

are your parents still married ➔ yes, they are disgustingly adorable - puking rainbows kind of adorable. 

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ Space. *laughs* I was born on The Normandy, mom wanted a homebirth, but dad got a last min urgent mission and had to turn the Normandy around, they were half way back to the Citadel. Mom's water broke in bed 24 hours before the mission, I was born 3 hours before they arrived at the designated location. Don't think dad got much sleep before hitting the ground.

hair colour ➔ Dark Brown almost black.

eye colour ➔ Blue

birthday ➔  April 15, 2188. Yeah, a lot of birthday parties goes on during that month. 

mood ➔ Happy

gender ➔ Female

summer or winter ➔ you're joking right? Do you know how cold it gets during winter? Give me summer please 

morning or afternoon ➔ morning, best time to get your workouts or a good sparring session in and be fresh for the day. 

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Yes

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ He was so dorky, referencing Superman/Supergirl, when he first came to speak with me. I knew we'd end up together eventually. Only took 4 years and 4 relationships in between… So, I guess...yeah?

who ended your last relationship ➔ Me, guy tried to come on to me when we went out to the arcade. He almost ended up with a broken arm...oh dad was furious… at him not at me, just to clarify.  

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ oops, my bad. Sorry not sorry.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ no. 

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yep.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔  is this a serious question? How the fuck do I know, it's a secret. People don't just come up to you and go "hi, I'm your secret admire".....*mumbles*....dumbass....

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔  uh… you running out of things to ask aren't you?

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ both

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Coffee

cats or dogs ➔ I wanted to keep that goddamn Toad I caught when I was eight. Dad said no. But he's got fish and a space hamster… so...not...fair.   The mech dog in the cargo hold is fun to play with. 

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Both, made a lot of good friends at school, then basic.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ one usually leads to the other 

day or night ➔ Night

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ have you seen how long of a drop the Citadel has? Where the fuck am I to go when in space? 

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ No, maybe. I don't know.

wanted to disappear ➔ No.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Abs. Err... I mean both, all three. Shit.  *hides behind hands*

shorter or taller ➔ Me or them?   Me, shorter. Them; taller

intelligence or attractive ➔ Intelligence is sexy. It's a bonus if they're good looking.  I got both. *winks at Jason*

hook-up or relationship ➔ relationship

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ Absolutely. Couldn't ask for better parents and little brother, though he can be a pain in the ass at times. 

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ no. It's not a normal life, both parents being Alliance and the only human Spectres, lived in space for most of it. But it's always been good. Full of unconditional love.

have you ever run away from home ➔ to run where? Space? I don't know about you, but I've been told it's not a pleasant experience getting spaced… I only know one person who survived to tell the tale.  Though, technically he did die.. first.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ I don't think people want to deal with my father so they prefer not to kick me out when I accidentally get into bar fights? Hey, I didn't start it. 

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ what kind of stupid question is this. If I hated them, they'd know and wouldn't be my friend anymore 

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ yes. Otherwise they wouldn't be considered a friend

who is your best friend ➔ Lauren and Jason.

Lauren and I got into all kinds of trouble back at Grissom together. We'd stay awake all night building pillow forts in our room and read. Teachers finally caught on and put her in a different room.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Joyeux Noël (Fic Part 171. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.

Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16

Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ’Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

"Imperfect and alive is better than perfect and dead, in other words?"

"Yes, I would rather have my weird green husband with me when we are old and grey, than watch you stress yourself into an early grave, I love you so much, Shane."

"I love you too, Kirby. I promise I do even if I never show just how much."

"You get stressed, I get scared, neither is good for Lilith, not if we want her to be healthy and strong when she's born."

"I thought I was able to hide the stress pretty well…" He chuckles weakly.

"There are grey patches in your beard, your hair is naturally brown… I can tell where the patches are… I don't like the patches… they make me feel like I'm close to losing you before we have our first baby." Kirby murmurs, placing her hands on his waist and resting her head on his, kissing the top of his head.

"You're not gonna lose me. My dad missed out on seeing his oldest grow up, I'm not doing the same." He whispers.

"Then can we please just relax, the entirety of two-thousand-and-two, just take it day by day, like how I did after dad died, I recovered by taking it day by day and focusing on the positive."

"Day by day. One day at a time. It's gonna be a good year."

"Day by day, mon mari…" Kirby pulls away to yawn, "… smooth, steady pace, relaxed and not too hectic…" she yawns again, blinking in an attempt to stay awake.

"You need more sleep too." He chuckles softly.

"Sleep for the baby Mama, Crimbus tomorrow." Kirby murmurs.

He lays her down on the pillows inside the fort, rubbing her stomach gently to soothe her to sleep. Once he's pretty sure she's asleep, he tries his best to sing the Welsh lullaby he's been learning, "Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes, Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon; Breichiau mam sy’n dynn amdanat, Cariad mam sy dan fy mron; Ni chaiff dim amharu’th gyntun, Ni wna undyn â thi gam; Huna’n dawel, annwyl blentyn, Huna’n fwyn ar fron dy fam. Huna’n dawel, heno, huna, Huna’n fwyn, y tlws ei lun; Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu, Gwenu’n dirion yn dy hun? Ai angylion fry sy’n gwenu, Arnat ti yn gwenu’n llon, Tithau’n gwenu’n ôl dan huno, Huno’n dawel ar fy mron? Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen Gura, gura ar y ddôr; Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig, Sua, sua ar lan y môr; Huna blentyn, nid oes yma, Ddim i roddi iti fraw; Gwena’n dawel yn fy mynwes. Ar yr engyl gwynion draw."

Kirby snuggles into his side, kissing his cheek softly and lazily as she sleeps. The following morning the two are alone in the house, Kirby wrapped up in Shane's arms as he wakes up.

"Merry Christmas, fy nghalon a'm enaid." He whispers.

"Nadolig llawen i ti hefyd." She murmurs as she slowly wakes up.

"Our first as a family."

"We missed Yuletide, but Christmas is good, also, why did you sing a maternal lullaby to Lilith, you are her dad."

Helms blushes a little, "There aren't a lot of paternal lullabies out there to begin with. And I liked the sound of that one. Didn't understand all the words, but I liked how it sounded."

"The first verse of Suo-Gân translates to 'Sleep, my child, upon my bosom, It is snug and warm; Your mother's arms wrapped tightly around you, 'Tis a mother's love lies in my breast, Nothing shall disturb your slumber, Nobody will do you harm; Sleep in peace, dear child, Gently sleep on your mother's breast." Kirby explains softly.

"Well… I love her like you do, so there might be a mother's love in my breast, I dunno." He tries not to giggle.

"Yeah, doubt they're full of milk… unlike mine." Kirby chuckles softly.

"Love ain't stored in the milk, babe." He winks.

"No, but a lot of nutrients she needs to grow big and healthy are, also unless you're planning on stripping down and making out before I make breakfast, you are way too dressed compared to how you usually sleep."

He grins sheepishly, ruffling the back of his hair, "Forgot to get undressed again after I.."

"After what? The snowball fight?"

"No, I snuck out of the fort last night to… well, you'll see."

"You managed not to wake me? That's gotta be a first."

"I sneak out of bed more often than you think." He shrugs.

"But, I am a light sleeper, usually at least… no, I am okay, it is okay, we relax." Kirby murmurs to herself.

"Doesn't matter right now. You'll like why I snuck." He smiles.

"Okay, I trust you… mainly because you are my one true love."

"Just come see."

Kirby follows Helms out of the blanket fort. Outside the fort, the tree they decorated is lit up and the presents they had for each other are now part of a significantly larger stack of gifts labelled 'From Santa' to everyone in the house, but primarily to Kirby.

"O fy duw." Kirby murmurs, tearing up at the sight.

"They're nothing fancy, but I wanted you to have a proper Christmas morning, so I made some calls to a buddy of mine." He grins.

Kirby pulls Helms into a heated kiss, "I love you so much, I really, really… really love you, mon mari."

"I love you too, Kirby. I'm never going to stop loving you."

"God, I haven't had a Christmas like this since… Seventy-eight, Seventy-nine-ish."

"You'll be having plenty from now on."

"Where do we begin, do we make breakfast first or do we dive straight into unwrapping the presents?"

"Breakfast. Cause otherwise I'll want you to unwrap a very specific one and you'll get misty-eyed."

"Pancakes, my love?"

"You know me so well."

"Pancakes and chocolate milk." Kirby whispers to herself as she walks to the kitchen.

"You absolute saint."

"A saint wouldn't have let you fuck their brains out before marriage."

"Not every saint is a virgin until marriage."

"Name one."

"Saint Sebastian."

"Any others?"

"Well, I don't know every saint ever."

"What is Saint Sebastian the saint of? Getting pegged by a witch?" Kirby chuckles softly to herself.

"Athletes, among other things. He was tied to a post and shot by arrows but survived and was healed."

"Ah, so I shouldn't make jokes about him."

"He's dead, what will he care?" Helms chuckles.

"True, but it's still wrong to joke about a saint, isn't it?"

"Supposedly. But I'm not religious enough to care."

"Mon mari, I…" Kirby takes a deep breath, "Shane, I love you, but I need you to do something for me," she takes his hands, guiding them to her stomach right as Lilith kicks, this time it's much gentler than before, "you know why I do that, right?"

"So I can feel her?"

"So you know that she's not going anywhere, and you don't have to worry about her as much as you do."

He exhales softly, rubbing his palm over her belly, "just want her to be happy and healthy when she comes out here." He murmurs after a few moments.

"She'll be a lot happier and healthier if her Mama and Daddy weren't freaking out every day."

"Guess I should probably quit making myself go gray, hmm?"

"Yes, for your health and mind, as well as mine. We should stop worrying ourselves to the bone."

He nods, taking a few deep breaths, "I'll work on it. Promise I will."

"I'm not saying it's going to be an easy road, after all you fell in love with a giant who was raised by practically every wrestler in the Eighties. But I promise I will never leave your side."

"Thank you. I try not to let my insecurities get to my head, but we're just surrounded by all these guys who are bigger, stronger, tougher, prettier, more manly and more mature than me. It's like you looked at a buffet and picked a little green salad. Eventually, everyone gets sick of salad. So I try to make the salad better every day."

"I chose the one thing that I liked, like chocolate mousse, you are small and good for my heart, so I chose you because I knew I loved you when I saw you. I could never be with someone else, ever. Also, no one's prettier than you, mon mari, you are the most handsome man in the world in my mind."

He smiles softly as he kisses her, "Thank you."

"If you ever see yourself as less than my perfect man, you are wrong. You are my little chocolate mousse and I will always love you." She whispers as she kisses his jawline.

"I'll always love you too."

"All I need is my husband and my baby. That's all I need right now."

"You also need pancakes."

"Pancakes are good, I'll finish breakfast up and then you can enjoy something that you usually love." Kirby whispers as she starts making breakfast, taking about ten minutes to make them both a plate of pancakes.

"My love, you are to me what a pancake is to my tummy." He smiles.

"Tasty and sweet?"

"Perfection in every way."

"So if you are my chocolate mousse and I am like pancakes to you… Lilith is like chocolate pancakes."

"Oh my god you're right."

"She is half me, half you, therefore she is a chocolate pancakes… sweet but sometimes too much."

"Occasionally too much for you, but never too much for me yet."

"Wait until your hair grows longer, she will probably grab at it when she's a toddler, and aww, that would be adorable, Shane, think about it, our little girl as a tot, she'll be so small and adorable."

"That level of cute will be the thing that makes me knock you up again." He chuckles.

"Small adorable, beautiful baby Lilith… no tattoos or piercings until she is at least sixteen and no boyfriends because not only will Daddy be worried but Mama might kill them if they're not good to her baby."

"Mama might and Daddy will."

"You would kill people to protect the baby?"

"Without hesitation. And they'd never find the bodies either."

"Pond full of bodies?"

"Pond is the first place they'd look."

"Then where, actually I don't want to know."

"Good call. Then the cops can't get you."

"Shane, shush, it's starting to sound like you have killed someone in cold blood before."

"Honey, only things I've killed are my brother and Evan's career." He smiles softly.

"I know Honey, Evan went from 'dating' Alundra Blayze to no one knowing where the fuck he is."

"Sugar Shane was simply too sweet of an eye candy."

"And now Sugar Shane is all mine, he belongs with the Giantess and that is where he stays for eternity and beyond."

"Damn right he does."

"Only he is allowed to get the daughter of the most famous giant in wrestling pregnant."

"Glad to hear it. I mean, as long as I'm there or know what's going on, I'm fine with other people fucking you, but I'm the only one who gets to have a baby with you."

"I would prefer if we were the only people allowed to see each other naked all day, mon ange, you may bring up the possibility of others in our bed, but I belong to you and your giant slayer dick."

"At the end of the day, I'm yours and you're mine."

"Yes, and your fine ass is responsible for me having babies."

"I'll make sure your never lacking them."

"I should call my family, wish them a merry Christmas."

"Lot of calls to make. Better get on it."

"Who do I call first?"

"That's a question I'm not close enough to them to answer yet."

"I'll go lay on our broken bed and call my family, you make sure I don't miss if anyone comes around."

[lost-opium-artblog]

You're welcome but I'm the one for thanking you! It's not often that someone ask about my AUs idea like that ^^ So it made me happy! <3 And i'm even more happy that you enjoy it! thank you! I could imagine that the ex-wife was a bit grossed out, the idea of your husband turning into an animal can make make... the relationship questionable. Maybe she receive insult of being "the wife of a dog" and it grew in her mind and got more and more disgusted. Salim would have been heartbroken but would have let her go since she was suffering because of him. But don't worry, Zain doesn't mind :) If people made fun of him he'd just tell them that at least his baba is tearing apart americans and he's proud of him x). Also I imagined that, Salim would turn at home during night when Zain was little and having a nightmare or later too when hearing bombing further. They'd sleep together in the living room on the pillows, cuddling, with Zain petting his baba's fur and listen to the his deep breath to calm himself down and fall asleep. I also thought about the fact that fullmoon makes werewolves a bit more feral, powerful and hungry than usual. They get restless and some can attack by accident. So the iraqi military call them all in a fort during the night where they are grouped and fed meat. So during that night, Zain would go to sleep at Tariq's house and wake up early in the morning to get back home and prepare a nice breakfast for his exhausted baba when he comes back home <3

As for Jason, I'll try to make a drawing where he's not hissing XD It was just an excuse to open his mouth here, because otherwise he's pretty normal, but you know him, he's a little angy ball. But rucifix and garlic doesn't work on him, his species is way older than christianism and garlic.. well now thinking of it, if you force anybody to eat raw garlic like that i think they might suffocate and die X'D I can see the vampires feeding on blood, though, they'd be able to eat whatever else they want. The thing is that the other stuff wouldn't actually satiate them completely. Like humans can't live on salade, they need proteins and stuff, vampires would still need blood. So they wouldn't feed on human unless consenting, they'd feed on some animal or on ... sorry can't find the word right now but like fake blood? Not the one you use for halloween lol but i could imagine with a society like that, scientist would have created fake blood for vampire. Not as efficent than actual blood so actual blood would be a little bit luxury. Though now you makes me thing, what if the farm of the Gomez was actually a blood farm? Animals aren't killed in there but they got drained from blood, then fed back to be good and healthy etc... like a blood donation. And they have different type of blood: horse, cow, goose, etc. So yeah maybe Lucky escaped from there haha. I will also answer for Werewolves, they'd still be omnivorous but don't expect them to be vegetarian or vegan. They'd need meat to survive.

About the jobs, Jason lifestyle is the same as in the game. He was a bit rebellious, skipped class, did drugs and big big big amount of drugs so it can hit his vampire body that is a bit more resistant on that. He comes from poor family, had trouble with his parents, maybe did some odd jobs to by himself drugs, until the infamous day and he decides to sign up and get immediately accepted. For Salim, I had to do some research already for the canon (I was curious) and the republican guard was created when he was 19. He got Zain at 22 so what I was thinking already is that he got conscripted rather early, met his future wife who was like "wow marrying a soldier! yey!" they married, got their child and then, back the AU, some years later after getting some higher rank, Salim becomes a shifter. His relationship with his wife deteriorate until she leaves and then he has to count on Tariq's mom to keep his kid when he can't be at home.

Yeah I think the military could use chip as dog tag, at least on its beast soldiers. could also be used to easily count them, see how many is missing, etc...

It's been a while since I wrote anything and I have to write for my training already and it's giving me anxiety ^^' I actually have trouble expressing myself, no matter the language I'm using so...I'm good at organizing my stuff and throwing my ideas or scene that I have in mind, but to make it readable and pleasant? nope! And to do so it takes me soooooo long. Plus as much as I love this AU I don't really know where to go with that? Soo... yeah :/ BUT! But I'm totally open for collaboration. I did that with some writer friends where we share ideas and build the scenario together (sometimes I even draw on the side) and it makes something nice! There is actually @silkyterrier34 who's doing an amazing job by writing the pov of Zain from my POW AU comic :D They come time to time to ask me how things would happen in this or that case, I reveal some ideas of where I'm heading with my comic, I also use what they wrote to lead my own scenario and I think it's going pretty well! I don't mind having a closer collaboration like I do with other friends :) So if you want to write and collab with me, be my guest :)

Before I asked any questions. I'd like to say I love your art style and appreciate that you share your beautiful artwork with the fandom. Thank you so much!

Also I hope I don't overwhelm you with my questions about your Jalim vampire/werewolf au. I tried to limit them to the ones that I really wanted to know, but there is still quite a bit of them.

First off. What kind of hierarchy do your vampires/werewolves adhere to? Do they follow a pack dynamic (ABO?) or are they independent individuals?

Is there racism/speciesism toward vampires/werewolves? (Asking cause you said that Salim's wife left cause she didn't want to be a wife to a 'dog'.) And do they have a bias against each other?

Since you said that Jason's comes from a poor vampire family. Does that mean that vampires in the US are part of human society and class structures?

Once you get turned into a werewolf in the Iraq army, are you limited to the kind of jobs you can do? Or are you stuck in the military for the rest of your life?

Same questions with the vampires that join the US marines since you said that they get evolved to be resistant to the sun.

Last one I promise. Are vampires/werewolves in the military force to wear devices to track and to control them incase they become feral or try to desert?

Sorry if I'm asking too much. I'm just super fascinated with vampire/werewolf aus and how people chose to alter or adhere to the established lore.

Thank you so much, I really appreciate your words and attention to my art! <3 And you don't overwhelm me at all, don't worry about that, I'm always happy to talk about AU and share with others! 1- As much as I like some kind of a/b/o, werewolves here would be more individuals and simply follow human rules. Like, if Salim obey Dar, (yes Dar would be one too) it wouldn't be because Dar is an alpha or I don't know what but simply because he is his Captain. The ones promoted to leader titles would be the ones who show the skills to be one as much as it is the same for a mere human :) 2- I think there would be some specism yes but of course, not everybody is against shifters or vampires. They'd still be respected at a certain level. Like, on the Iraqi side, they are the ones protecting the country from the american invasion, they are still people working and putting their life in danger to protect their home, but some are simply turned down by the idea of being close to a person able to turn into a beast. Same for the vampires, some think they should be eradicated, other are glad they are part of the defense in USA. When it comes to werewolf vs vampire, nah. There is vampire in iraq and a few werewolves in USA as well. There would be some hate but not like the stereotypical war we're used to hear about X) Jason wouldn't like much shifters because the iraqi army use them but he wouldn't care about an american werewolf. And Salim... well it's Salim, he's chill. 3- Yes, vampires would be living among humans, vampirism seen as some sort of disease/species mix. They's leave peacefully around each other, despite some specism that will always happen, but in majority, yeah, vampires are accepted among humans, and live like them. So there is rich, poor, farmer (Joey is another vampire and comes from a family of farmer :) ), policeman, politics, teacher, whatever. 4- Good question! I think you don't have to stay in the military if there is no need for you anymore (since in this time everybody was conscripted well... leaving the army was... eh). Werewolves can do whatever job they want after, thoug, they'd be mostly asked to join job that require their skills. 5- as said above, vampires can work anything too :) they are also asked in job that requires their skills but can be a librarian or a farmer if they want. just need to be covered under the sun light :) but most work at night. 6- huh that'd be interesting! They could actually have a ... how do you call that? A chip? like you know for the cats and dog if they get lost? And here you go! thank you for your question! if you have more, just go ahead! I love werewolves/vampires aus too and i absolutely love drawing them. I might not have the skill to write but i do have idea so it's always nice to let it out ^^