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gh0vtzb1og · 8 days

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Rubbin ya till you break. Massage therapist au / SIMON RILEY X FEM READER

Notes; dub-con, nsfw (obviously..), teasing, degrading.

This is based off another post I saw awhile back, all CREDS to them !!:) (I'll try and find their account)

You had been a personal massager for a few years know, seeing all types of people. Military men, office workers, blue collar men and women. None of them have ever managed to scare you like he did.

He wore a black balaclava, his eyes always ice cold. Intimidating, they pierced through her like knives. He was something fierce. His body was adored with scars, each laying proudly on his skin like a medal, a reminder of how hard he fought. My hands grabbed the bottle of oil we had to use to massage the man's skin. Her eyes wandered to his skin for a moment as he laid there on the table.

He could barely fit on it, his muscular arms laying by his hides, a tattoo resides on one. It had skulls, guns, few crosses and other stuff here and there. She exhaled as her hands met his skin, the oil was warm on her small soft hands, he grunted when her hands met his chest. Adored with body hair, leading from his happy trail up to his chest, he had a tummy, just a compliment to his other aspects. Her eyes wandered over him, his stomach, the loose towel that barely hid his cock, if that was him soft she was in for it. He'd destroy her. She swallowed quietly.

"Quit starin'. Get to it. Now." He barked out in command, your hands tremble for a moment before they start to work on his chest. Rubbing along his musclar pectorals. Her hands formed into a fist, using her knuckles to rub out his knots. Feeling all his stress being relieved from his skin.

He let out a drawn out grunt. His gaze meeting her nervously face, but his eyes full of pleasure and relief. He tilted his head back in the slightest, a pant leaving his mouth as something spurted up underneath his towel, not fully erect, but definitely growing underneath the scratchy towel.

She gulped when she saw his erect cock.

Throbbing and waiting to be touched, it rested against his stomach. His tip poking out from underneath his towel, dripping like a broken faucet in excitement.

"Mr.. Riley. Your, um-" you stammer, staring at his cock in worry. Did he know he was erect? He had to. Simon didn't flinch, just glared at her for a moment. He always got slightly erect whenever she touched him, but never like this. She moved back, parting her slim lips and shutting her eyes for a moment.

"Would you turn over sir, so I can get the knots on your back," she listened as he flipped over on the table, it screaming under the massive man's weight. After a moment she slowly opened her eyes, staring at his scarred back.

Her hands formed into fists once more, massaging the knots on his back with all her force, feeling the pressure slowly fade away, and untether made her feel good. Knowing she was helping him with his knots. After she put all her pressure into one, feeling it pop underneath his skin he jolted up. His towel falling down from his hips and onto the floor, his nasty glare met her.

"Ya damn slag. Fucking goin tough on me." He grabbed your hair, pulling you close to him. You just gasp, listening to his malice filled voice again. "Actin like ya don't stare at my cock whenever visit. You know ya want this."

You stared at him like a deer in headlights, eyes wide, scared, but stuck in some paralyzing trance. Simon moved you against the table, his hands exploring your body as his own massive frame pinned you against the table, his own 'little" Simon resting against your clothed ass.

After a moment of resting he ripped off your pants and underwear, your glistening cunt screaming his name as he bent you over more. Your hips hugging the table as his finger met your cunnie. Rubbing circles into your lips and clit, loving the feeling of your soft cunt. The way you whined and jolted against his strong fingers.

He pushed them into your velvety cunt. Feeling the tightness and warmth of your cunt.

The way you squirmed and whined, forming around his finger perfectly. He pulled his finger out, your wetness covering it. Like a natural lubricant.

"This is gonna be fun." He smirked, pushing his tip against your glistening cunt. Before he slammed in, you moaned like a porn star. The foreign feeling filling your stomach up like a flood. Rushing in, without a warning. Like an unwelcome storm, but this time. He was welcome, his cock would settle into home in your cervix.

You grip onto the side of the table, your lips opening. "Mr Riley!! Ngh..! Mr Riley please!" You moan. His grip tightening as he speeds up. He can't help himself, you're screaming like he owns you. At this point? He could make your cunt his.

Your screams echoed through and out of the room. Your co workers hearing your lustful cries.

"Ya like this ye slag? A dumb slut? I'm sure you get pounded all the time you cum dump." You shake your head in protest.

"Never been used sir!! M a virgin!" You cry in defeat. Just hearing his chuckle as he moves a hand to prop your leg up onto the table, his free hand rubbing your clit roughly as he pounds into you, listening to the loud moans that leave your pretty lips.

"Not for long. When I'm done with you, you're gonna touch yourself every night to me." He growled, slamming into you more harshly, his hips slapping against your skin. Your velvety walls tightened around his massive throbbing cock, his tip staying in you, his throbbing cock slamming in and out. Each vein leaving imprints on your soft walls.

After one more rough slam your stomach grew its own knot, which quickly spilled out onto his cock, your cum coating his cock. A spurt of another warmth filled you. His warmth, coming down from your lust high, your legs grew sore. Cum dripping down them as you look to him.

"Call me." He scribbled his number onto your hand and got dressed, towering over you before leaving, your cunt felt so swollen, but so damn good. This made you feel. Amazing.

Carefully you got dressed. Stumbling out of the room.

AHH

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aealzx · 1 year

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Better Genes pg 26-29 / 38

A short ROTTMNT comic based off of 2003 TMNT Good Genes

(Read right to left)

Note, this comic will contain in either imagery or text: illness, fever, injury, bruises, blood, IV, needles, syringes, drugs, sedatives, body aches, sprained ankle, mild mutation, cracked ribs, injured eye, tranquilizer gun, pharmacy, TV Medicine, TV Science

as well as

familial fluff, hurt/comfort, very minor drama/angst, personal adjustments to canon designs

Featured characters: Donnie, Mikey, Leo, Raph, April, Splinter, Casey

Pg 1-5 Pg 6-10 Pg 11-14 Pg 15-18 Pg 19-22 Pg 23-25

Written Add on Part 1

Pg 30-33 Pg 34-35 Pg 36-38

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Posting an update at ungodly hours of the night? Yup. I do what I want, and stay up as late as I want when I don’t have work. Because I’m an adult |D

Fun fact, page 26 and 28 were actually drawn before I even started posting this comic XDD So they miiiight look a tiny bit odd compared to recent art.

Heads up, fair warning, etc page 30 picks up at the very end of the whole effort of curing Donnie. This is the longest comic I’ve ever done, and I never planned on detailing out the part between this end point and that point. I’m not comfortable yet with trying to do a fight scene for comics, but I was planning on adding at least a written part for that since there were a couple comments about being excited for more monster Don and I feel a lil bad for not having more. =7=;;

Oh, and the comment about Raph having epipens is based on him being allergic to peanuts XD From that one episode with peanut butter ice cream.

#My art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #better genes #better genes comic #Leo #Mikey #April #tranquilizer gun #medical supplies #medical syringe #needle #depiction of sedatives #medic leo

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j4gm · 7 months

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SPOILERS!!! REFERENCES AND EASTER EGGS IN F&C ep. 5: DESTINY

I'm a week late on this post because I had some stuff going on last week, but let's go!

The opening scene reintroduces us to Ice Finn, who was briefly cursed by Evergreen's crown. We see him abducting a family, who will become part of the pile of frozen bodies that made up the area where he and the Lich opened a portal to the Multiverse in Crossover. At the end of that episode Prismo moved the crown to the site of the Mushroom Bomb's explosion, freeing Farmworld Finn from the curse. But he remains a frightening figure in Farmworld's mythology, as demonstrated by this scarecrow that Simon steals his new clothes from.

Fionna telling Simon to relax because she's an expert at post-apocalyptic RPGs is ironic considering that Simon has survived and raised a child in an actual apocalypse.

Big Destiny appears alongside returning Destiny Gang members Tromo (far left) and Trami (fifth from left, just next to the mast). Tromo was assumed to be a boy in her first appearance; it's possible she's transed her gender. Big Destiny claims he was the one who defeated Ice Finn, which is most definitely not the case, but it seems like nobody is in the mood to dispute his claim.

This is Farmworld Wildberry Princess. She's a butcher just like her Ooo counterpart. Fionna also assaults Farmworld Starchy, and Farmworld Chet is the guy who was surprised to hear that Cake could talk. I'm not sure if there are any other recognisable characters amongst the crowds at the Farmworld meeting place, except of course for...

Choose Bruce! He was the person who gave Farmworld Finn his sword-arm in his debut episode, and is obviously the Farmworld version of Choose Goose. The evilness of his Ooo counterpart doesn't seem to have manifested in quite the same way, except that he is as shady a salesman as ever.

Fionna has a copy of a magazine called Mle, which seems to be the Fionna and Cake version of Ble. She also has Finn's iconic flute.

Peanut exclaims "magic fist" when he sees Cake use her powers, which was the name of Finn and Jake's wizard disguise when they entered the tournament in the episode Wizard Battle.

Peanut also mentions Fionna's missing nose, which is the first time someone has brought up the art style discrepency in canon. Fionna does in fact have a nose. It's just not drawn in her universe's art style.

Farmworld Finn's house is reminiscent of the Tree Fort, with its corrugated roof, haphazard wooden construction, steel chimneys, and the ladder steps leading up the trunk of the tree behind. But it still has its own unique design.

And here is Farmworld Finn himself! His retractable axe-arm is cool.

He is a widower with five children. As you probably already know, Jay (previous image) and Bonnie (third on left) are named after Finn's kids from Puhoy, who were themselves named after corruptions of Jake and Princess Bubblegum's names. The other three kids on the right are unnamed in the episode's credits, but have characteristics of some of Finn's other "children". The first on the right could represent Neptr, who Finn created in the episode What is Life. The middle on the right likely represents Stormo, who was spawned from Finn's DNA in the episode Goliad. The far right can't really be identified with any existing characters, but he has green eyes like Huntress Wizard, perhaps symbolising the potential of Finn's relationship with her or even being an explicit indicator that Farmworld Huntress was the mother of these children.

Jake is still alive in this universe. He was possessed by the Lich for a while, but was freed at the end of Crossover.

Finn throws a stick of bubblegum into the soup for some reason. I've seen various theories about what this is meant to mean but none of them really seem likely to me. It was probably just a nod to the fact that Princess Bubblegum doesn't appear anywhere else in Farmworld.

Old lady Marceline's broken laser gun and Farmworld Finn's sword arm are mounted on the wall, alongside other artifacts.

Bonnie has doodled a Candy Kingdom on the wall.

This is the first of at least two times that Cake suggests selfcest.

This is the crater from when the Mushroom Bomb blew up. Just like in its original appearance, it remains unclear why its impact was small compared to the bombs that exploded during the war. Perhaps time dulled its power, or perhaps the Lich's spirit was enough to make it more threatening than any conventional nuclear weapon. As previously mentioned, the crown got blown up here because Prismo teleported it here in Crossover. Out-of-universe, this was an explanation for a minor continuity error where the crown was present in a scene it shouldn't have been in during Finn the Human.

Little Destiny is afflicted by a lesser version of the curse of Evergreen's crown, since she's only wearing one of the jewels. This is why Jay says she feels cold.

Bartram! This is Farmworld Finn's beloved mule. He was reluctant to sell Bartram in order to pay off the Destiny Gang, which was the catalyst for his discovery of Evergreen's crown. It's good to see that he was at least able to keep his mule after that whole ordeal.

This show has conditioned us to expect blood when someone dies, so perhaps Farmworld Finn isn't dead despite this looking like a killing blow. Either way, I don't think we'll be seeing him again.

The dream in this episode's credits is a bunny with a sword.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #easter egg posts

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adiduck · 9 months

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wait hold on i am fascinated with the groundhog day / time loop fic snippet that you posted. it's ice and maverick going on the uranium mission from tgm? would the fic be exploring their training? is ice volunteering them for the groundhog day thing without actually knowing if it works? it's such an good take on the story - really drawn to the idea of a story of maverick and ice exploring their own training for the mission while still having to train the daggers how to fly it (potentially without the same safety net in place??) i would love to hear more about what you're thinking because my brain is just whirring like a little machine trying to wrap my mind around it!

LOL okay so... close. The idea is that younger Ice and Mav--I’m gonna say 1989ish Ice and Mav, so post Top Gun, probably they’ve actually flown together as wingmen for a while--get pulled through MacGuffin Operation Groundhog to TGM era, where they’re going to be the single seaters on the uranium mission. They DO have to complete the training anyway, because they have never seen an F-18 before, and because even without that this is NOT EASY, and the decision of which of them will be team leader is still up in the air. And Maverick--the OLDER Maverick--is still teaching it. Yes, Ice did pull older Mav to teach and younger Mav to fly with himself on Mav’s wing, why do you ask? 🤣

So, the original single seater potentials are there because this means they can have one or two extras around in case something goes wrong--which means Bradley’s there. Which means Bradley has to interact with both older and younger Mav. Lots of potential fun there. Additionally, Maverick strikes me as the sort of person who would not get along with himself AT ALL, and I suspect that Ice would end up feeling a lot of pressure meeting his older self/putting a lot of pressure on his younger self to not fuck up (intentionally in older Ice’s case), but I ALSO suspect they’d be far kinder to the OTHER’S younger selves, if that makes sense. So there’s that tension there too.

Also you know. Ice and Mav are together in the future, but not in 1989, so there’s that LMFAO

IDK there’s... like, I’ve got IDEAS, but I don’t have anything... I don’t know how to explain. I don’t have a plot or theme! It’s just a bunch of “lol this’d be great/cool/so funny”???? hm

Anyway what do y’all think?

#adi is a writer #the process #ask replies #icemav #dropping this in the tag because it's an immediate follow-up #lemme know if this is too spammy for the icemav tag fam!#operation groundhog au

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wildemaven · 1 year

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Farmers Market: Saturday Afternoon with Javier

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Words: 585

Warnings: Mentions of food and allusions to death; if I missed something please let me know

A/N: This isn’t beta’s, so all mistakes are my own- oops! I wrote this yesterday and then spent all night debating on whether I should even post it… It was suppose to be just a simple little thing, a few sentences and then it wasn’t. I tend to second guess myself so I’m just going to throw it up and let it be.

Masterlist / Saturdays with Javier Masterlist / Part 2

Javier seeks your hand as the crowd closes in. Pulling you close— the thought of losing sight of you is far too devastating. He tucks you underneath his arm— safe and secure.

His life before you was sorrow and misery..

Feeling of contentment has now settles in his bones. You bring a sense of calm he never knew before.

The warm Texas sun, a beacon of light— he’s home.

The steady strum of a guitar plays a melody he recognizes. It’s the first song you both danced to the night you met in that dimly lit dive bar on the outskirts of Laredo. The mellow chords eliciting a unusual reaction. His chest completely overwhelmed with this unexplained feeling.

The song seems to have the same effect on you, stopping you abruptly in your tracks. Your attention drawn to the band as they continue to play through the chorus.

He thinks you might want to dance like you did that night as you pull him towards you, but instead you look at him. Your face beaming with a sincere sentiment. A smile letting him know you too remember.

He’s never been one for public affection, but you seem to bring out things he’d hidden away for so long. The kiss is tender but packed with intensity and devotion. You convey the feeling right back to him with the way pull him in even closer— he’s safe.

This is the 10th Saturday spent ambling through this Farmers Market with you by his side. It’s the first routine he’d committed to since leaving Colombia.

He traded in his gun and chasing sicarios through alleyways for produced filled canvas totes and over indulging in street tacos from your favorite food truck.

He admires your instant connections with each vendor, they all know you by name now— a local celebrity in your own right.

The afternoon slowly fading into the early evening. The sky painted in hues of pinks and oranges. Your purchases for the day stowed safely over Javier’s shoulder, his free hand resting on your lower back as he maneuvers you both back towards his pickup. Fellow patrons making the same trek to waiting cars are the background noise to you feeding him flakey bites of a buttery croissant and sips of his watered down iced coffee— a far cry from the echos of screams and gunfire.

And like the previous 10 Saturday’s before, you spend the drive nestled in close to him, making sure he knows just how appreciative you are that he carves out time to devote to you. A lingering kiss to your temple is his response to convey how indebted he is to you. Unlike the previous 10 Saturday’s before, the overwhelming feeling that’s been burrowing in his chest all day finally makes its presence known— Love.

Looking back he knows he fell for you early on, but was hesitant to acknowledge it directly. Letting his past repeatedly dictate his worthiness. He now realizes his turning point was meeting you in that bar. Everyday since, you’d unknowingly showed him just how deserving he was of your love.

I love you dances off the tip of his tongue with such ease. And you reciprocate it back immediately, zero hesitation. The heaviness of the words now float freely throughout the cab of his truck.

It’s in this moment he knows he’d go through all the hardships and heartaches a million times over if it meant every Saturday for the rest of time was spent with you.

#javier peña #Pedro pascal #javier peña x you #Javier pena #wildemaven writes #Saturday afternoon with Javier

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redfurrycat · 9 months

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🤠💰☠️🐓Organised Crime Fic Recs🐓☠️💰🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: ALCwriter, Anonymous, Dalearden, Elizabethgee, Lemqnie, Mackwinnon, Renai_chan, Res_judicata, ToukoJalorda003.

> Daily Heroes > Vigilantes, Superheroes & Supervillains

white picket fence by res_judicata {M}

Whenever anyone from the kids’ school asks, Jake always just smiles politely and explains that his husband works for a big international company and that’s why he’s overseas a lot. He doesn’t say that Bradley is arguably the ‘director’ of said company, nor that the ‘company’ in question is the Mafia. He knows a few of the other parents have their suspicions and that he and Bradley are the subject of their fair share of rumours and gossip. Jake just doesn’t let it get to him, he has his beautiful family and gorgeous husband, the nosy PTA mothers can go fuck themselves. For every, oh my, how can your husband bear to leave such a lovely husband at home with the kids for so many months of the year, Jake can read between the lines.

Live Until We Die by Renai_chan {E}

Speak Softly, Love

Jake leaves behind his crappy life in Texas and moves to California. There, he meets Bradley, a gorgeous man who works at a charity helping the homeless. They fall in love, and everything is sunshine and rainbows until he learns that Bradley is, in fact, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, heir to the empire of his godfather, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, who rules the underbelly of Los Angeles with ice-cold ruthlessness. Suddenly, Jake find himself embroiled in the dangers of the LA Mafia

Live Until We Die: Outtakes

A compilation of one-shots and drabbles of the Mafia AU.

Along the Razor's Edge

Jake's father makes contact after more than a year when the family farm goes into foreclosure, and Jake is torn between helping save his childhood home and leaving his father to his fate. Bradley steps in, but his plan to help Jake isn't received well by Jake's father, and Jake finds himself caught between his new family and his own flesh and blood.

An Offer He Can't Refuse by Dalearden {_}

Detective Jake Seresin has been on the trail of the Layton gang for a long time. When he starts getting too close he finds himself drawn into their world to the point where he starts to question everything he thought he knew about who he is and what he does. The fact he's also undeniably attracted to one Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw only serves to further complicate matters.

Whiskey Neat by ALCwriter {M}

Jake is fresh out of the Navy and living with his sister to help her through a nasty divorce. While he scrambles to find a way to keep his sister and niece safe he unintentionally falls into the tangles of Bradley Bradshaw. He knows Bradley is most likely bad news and he most definitely knows he should stay away from him. But when shit hits the fan- he has nowhere else to turn. a.k.a Jake gets mixed up with Bradley who just so happens to be a mafia boss.

The Only Exception by mackwinnon {E}

Organized crime AU. Escort Jake meets Bradley in a club while he's with another client. Bradley's instantly intrigued and makes Jake an offer he can't refuse. It's just business. Until it isn't.

wash out the salt from my hands by elizabethgee {E}

Jake's having a great day. He's just won the TOPGUN competition, he met a handsome, mysterious stranger at The Hard Deck who's definitely interested in taking him to bed... What could possibly go wrong?

cosa nostra (this thing of ours) by lemqnie {_}

Bradley is the prettiest thing Jake has ever laid eyes on. It's a shame he's a rival gang's heir and Jake has to kill him.

When Danger Comes Home (Don’t Ever let it Roost) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Bradley adored his job, and it had been his dream to go into law enforcement as a kid. He had everything he’d ever wanted - except for a romantic partner, but he’d never even consider dragging them into his dangerous personal life. …Until he took a smuggling case involving Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, a known member of the city’s organized crime syndicate. Maybe he’d bitten off more than he could chew, this time.

I only pray (don’t fall away from me) by Anonymous {E}

Jake Seresin has an acquired taste. It comes in the form of the clubs most desired; Rooster. His wide doe eyes, ridiculous pornstache that fits him so perfectly, and his tan, toned body. And what Jakes wants, Jake gets.

#Organised Crime Recs List #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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itshoneywhatever · 7 months

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WIP: A few of them

I was tagged by @howdyrat and I decided to post a bit of a few of my most awaited WIP I have 🤷🏻‍♀️

Bodyguard AU

Instead of taking a cab like Jake thought they would, Bradley takes him to the parking garage of his apartment building and guides him into a nondescript car and drives him back to his place.

Once the elevator doors open up on his penthouse , the alpha has his guard up immediately, gun drawn as he takes careful steps into the apartment, forcing Jake to follow him from behind.

What is Bradley sensing that Jake isn’t?

And then he hears it. There’s someone in his kitchen.

A New Beginning (or the one where Jake has twins)

“What are you guys doing here? Did you come see daddy train on the beach?” He says as he kisses and tickles them, standing up with them in his arms.

“I brought them here thinking they could use it as a little pick me up, you know? Gretchen says once she catches up to them (and finishes ogling the rest of the very exposed naval aviators who are suddenly very quiet and interested in what’s happening.) “And I believe I was right,” she adds the last part when she sees them laughing, trying to break free from their father’s hold.

Jake puts them down, pointing them in Javy’s and Nat’s direction and off they go with shrieks of uncky Javy and auntie Naty.

“How are they doing?” Jake asks, still ignoring the rest of the team.

“A lot better,” she looks at the kids then back at her employer. “No fever, they are eating a bit more than yesterday, no vomiting today.”

Jake + Katie (his 12 yo daughter)

“I miss her, too, monkey. Every day.” He confessed to her.

He and Danielle may not have been in love, may have entered this marriage out of convenience to get spousal benefits and save face as two queer people, but for the longest time she was his best friend and losing her took a part of his soul too.

“Now, how about you come back with me to base and then I take you out for some ice cream? Maybe we can even convince uncle Javy to join us.” He offers her with a smile, trying to move past the somber mood.

It works like a charm.

Instead of screaming Taylor Swift songs they sing Dolly Parton. They are singing the last few notes of 9 to 5 when Jake pulls up between Javy’s Audi and Bradley’s Bronco for the second time that day.

A little disclaimer: All of these are one shots and are hangster stories! First one is ABO, second one is past mpreg and the third one is ‘normal’.

No pressure tags: @redfurrycat @hangmanbradshaw @saengak 💞

#honey writes #my fics #hangster #jake hangman seresin #sereshaw #jake seresin x bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick fic

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dc-polls · 6 months

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The DC Comics "Best Dancer" Who's Who Dance Party Post!

[ID: Thumbnails of the characters Guy Gardner, Booster Gold, Ted Kord, Sir Justin, Greg Saunders, Cass Cain, Batman, and Virgil Hawkins. /End ID]

Here are the submissions we received for DC Best Dancer. I'll be honest, it's a very unlikely group for a dance battle, but here we are nonetheless. 😁 Feel free to comment, tag or add on to any of the polls or this post with your propaganda! Without further ado, let's bring in our contestants...

Guy Gardner (Green Lantern)

🎵I Just Want To Celebrate by Rare Earth (YouTube)🎵

[ID: Comic panel of Guy Gardner as Green Lantern, leading in several people in a conga line all singing Celebrate drunkenly. /END ID]

Michael Jon Carter (Booster Gold)

🎵Shakedown by Bob Seger (YouTube)🎵

[ID: Cropped comic panel of Blue Beetle leapfrogging over Booster Gold. Booster talks to Scott Free off screen saying, "The question, Scott, is - URK! I hate playing leap-hero - Why aren't you there with that girl?" /END ID]

Ted Kord (Blue Beetle)

🎵Shakedown by Bob Seger (YouTube)🎵 Note: Booster and Beetle were submitted together, so they get the same song. But alas, since this is an individual tournament, we must do the unthinkable and split them up.

[ID: Comic panel with the setting labeled "Justice League Embassy, New York". Ted Kord as Blue Beetle and Fire dance to the stereo while Ice looks on. Beetle sings along, "Oh, do the mon-kay, at the love shack, bay-ay-ay-BEE!" /END ID]

Sir Justin (Shining Knight)

🎵The Wind That Shakes the Barley by Dancing Willow (YouTube)🎵 A message from the submitter: "traditional music for a reel, a traditional dance that may have gone back to Justin's time. we don't know a lot about medieval dance but this is a bet"

[ID: Comic panel of Sir Justin as Shining Knight riding atop the pegasus Winged Victory with sword brandished. In the background are a wizard and other figures. /END ID]

Greg Saunders (Vigilante)

🎵Roy Rogers and the Sons of the Pioneers, 1940s square dancing music (YouTube)🎵

[ID: Character profile image of Greg Saunders as The Vigilante with one gun drawn and a hand on the other. In the background are several characters from his adventures. /END ID]

Cassandra Cain (Batgirl)

🎵Enchanted Lake from Swan Lake by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (YouTube)🎵

[ID: Comic panel of Cassandra Cain in many graceful ballet poses. A small image in the bottom corner depicts her near a window overlooking the city. Narration reads, "And, in her own way, she begins to speak... She begins to shout... And sing." /END ID]

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

🎵Drives Us Bats by the Music Meister (YouTube)🎵

[ID: Old comic panel of Batman stuck in what appears to be a fishing net above water. His narration reads, "I did the Batusi on that netting -- until a certain cap of my utility belt opened and the laser-torch fell out..." He thinks to himself, "It'll float on top of the water -- drift past me with the moving tide..." /END ID]

Virgil Hawkins (Static)

🎵Static by James Brown (YouTube)🎵

[ID: Comic art of Virgil Hawkins as Static in a nighttime city with electric energy surrounding his hands. He is in a crouched pose and his hoodie flows behind him. /END ID]

All polls and posts for this tournament can be found using #dc-polls-best-dancer!

#dc-polls-best-dancer #guy gardner #green lantern #ted kord #blue beetle #greg saunders #vigilante #bruce wayne #batman #michael jon carter #booster gold #sir justin #shining knight #cassandra cain #batgirl #virgil hawkins #static #dc comics

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maybe-arts · 1 month

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For the Kirby OC ask:

🍨🔮💜🕰️

for Chiffon, Little Nova, and Beamee!

🍨 (Ice Cream) - The Invader Armour undergoes a drastic transformation depending on its pilot. If they were to wield it, what appearance would their mech take on? What abilities would it have?

Funnily enough, in case of Beamee this is canon! Since Robo (Kirby's Robobot Armor) was rescued and repaired by Tabitha post-KPR, Beamee often ends up piloting it as a means of protection (since like that she will be guarded by it). It switches to Beam Mode variant when Beamee is piloting it, with a difference that Beam works like an electric whip rather than a big projectile.

For Chiffon, it would be a variation of Sword Mode, with laser blades being replaced with long protractable steel needle more suitable for stabbing than slashing on one hand, and a grapple gun on the other.

For Lil Nova... the only thing that'd change from Kirby's would be color - light, slightly iridescent blue instead of pink. It may have stars decorations, too.

🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?

For Beamee, it's most likely to be this:

with the justification that it can be made into either a decoration on clothing or a pretty jewelry! Beamee is a crafter above all else.

For Chiffon, it would be this:

and I'd imagine Kirby would be more than happy to gift it to his little princess <3

For Nova, they're drawn to this:

They can't summon their own Warp Star very well yet, so this would work as somewhat of a "magic feather" for them. (No, Tiff doesn't do it for them this time. Summoning Warp Star in my kirbyverse is Astral-specific spell, and is usually taught by either members of their constellation or from parent to child, and is very rarely given to outsiders.)

💜 (Purple Heart) - If they were corrupted by the Jamba Heart, which negative traits of theirs would be amplified?

For Beamee - insecurity. feeling of alienation. she'd most likely to become hostile to everyone, not truly believing she belongs anywhere. she'd also most likely to cause herself debilitating migraines, since she'd rely more on her half-working Beam than anything else.

For Chiffon - bravery shifting into foolhardiness. she will try fighting things she has no business fighting (I'm talking like things of a Final Boss threat caliber), with no plan or backup. and she will fight YOU if you try to stop her, bc she will also get uncooperative and uncontrollable.

For Nova, Jamba Hearts would actually be DETRIMENTAL. It's the second closest thing to triggering their core memory, after all, so Nova should be kept as far away from magic as such as possible - at least until they're old enough to resist it on their own.

🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

iiiiiii am going to leave this question unanswered for now bc that would require me to actually yknow. design shit and braincell is currently not braincelling

that and i still haven't read Dreamy Gear novel so i don't know anything about the setting qwq

#kirby oc #kirby series #kirby #nova #chiffon #beamee #i'm very sorry for the dreamy gear being cut short but i genuinely don't know shit about it qwq #about nova and jamba hearts its entirely tied to their origins #you're free to ask me about core memory thing! bc it's a different thing for astrals than it is for humans

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topgunreacts · 7 months

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Hell yeah IceMav omegaverse

come get your midweek update

The next morning, Maverick and Ice reported to an unfamiliar office for revised schedules. As Ice predicted, flying did not make the to-do list, not just for that day but for the rest of the week through Thursday. Instead, they would focus on history and tactics, with time set aside today for a guest lecture from a decorated platonic couple that had flown together in Vietnam. Ice and Maverick were encouraged to ask as many questions as they wanted. Maverick took the suggestion to heart, raising his hand near-constantly in the hour that followed. He expected annoyance, but it was not forthcoming; in fact, the veterans appeared thrilled that he wanted to interrogate them within an inch of their lives. Ten minutes in and the lecture had derailed entirely, drifting from tactics to personal anecdotes—stories where affection, not war, won the day.

Ice listened, and took notes. Sort of. All day he kept looking out the window, his mind somewhere far away. It was not the sort of decadent boredom Maverick remembered seeing from him at Miramar: that Ice had known all the answers to all the questions, and consciously chose to daydream, secure in the knowledge that if he was called upon by name—which he sometimes was, by irritated instructors—everything he needed to extrapolate an answer was hidden in whatever fragments of sentences he’d heard in the last thirty seconds. This Ice was listless. Passive, almost, like he was lying on the bed of a river face up, watching the water flow over him.

At home, Ice drifted further away, barely talking at dinnertime. During his heat care, Ice was practically catatonic, which prompted a nervous Maverick to check in on him several more times than the instructions recommended. After a post-heat care shower, Maverick returned to the bed and asked Ice in the dark if he wanted to cuddle again. And again, Ice said yes, pausing even longer than he had last night before giving his answer.

What did it mean? Maverick’s rut did not take well to Ice’s lethargy. The rut was still in full swing, and Maverick was starting to feel drawn to Ice in ways he’d never felt about anyone before, least of all another man. It was not a sexual feeling, but it wasn’t a friendly feeling, either—more of an intense obsession that prodded Maverick in the back, wanting him to do something, anything to secure Ice’s contentment and safety. To prove to this male omega that he was worth keeping around long enough to build a squadron together.

But Ice’s current woes were all internal. Emotions plagued him, not enemy jets. And at present, Maverick was more comfortable walking blacked out and alone through the darkest alleyway in the seediest city on earth than he was traversing the rolling plains of his own heart. But all was not lost: El Passo would assist Maverick in creating a roadmap over time—so said his assigned counselor. After lunch, he met the man in his office: a retired marine Maverick decided to nickname the Feelings Tutor. There, he was promised that the inner workings of his heart would become navigable, so long as Maverick kept up with the thrice-weekly meetings and did his emotional homework. But Ice’s problem was happening right now. Not in the future, when Maverick’s grasp on the emotional world around him would be better, more refined. And so Maverick paced imaginary circles around Ice’s body all day, wanting to guard against that which he could not see, hear, smell, or even comprehend.

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crowley-in-arkham · 1 year

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I fell asleep on my couch half way through Bride of Re-Animator, I think. I'm not entirely sure. Last I remember is, "He's a wife beater, Dan! Use the gun!"

I was snuggled into a blanket on the couch, legs drawn up against my body. I blinked my eyes open to a real scare: Scarecrow loomed over me.

Sunken black eyes, a wide rugged burlap grin. A hat shrouded his full upper body in darkness and straw shot out of his shoulders, like broken limbs frozen in time, from beneath heavy layered leather and burlap.

He laughed hollowly, bringing theatrically a long boney finger to the lips of his mask and cooing a "hush, child," in an eerie ridgid tone, as opposed to the smoothness I were accustomed in his voice.

The massive spectre leaned down towards me, bending at the hips like a stiff clockwork marionette. Branch-like fingers gripped hard the couch, black steel blades that looked like claws jut out from distressed holes in his gloves. I caught my breath in my throat.

He seemed to float above me, caging me between him and couch--just inches from my face. I breathed in shakily, peering into the shrouded ice-blue gaze that lingered within the mask.

"Boo."

Suddenly a piece of candy was dropped onto my cheek from a hidden hand behind the couch which made me smile.

Jon took the hat and mask off then returned to his full height. He chuckled, "Christ, damned hard to scare you with cheap tricks, huh?"

I rolled over, onto my back, then stretched out, "Already time? We were so lazy today." I groaned pathetically. I looked up at Jon with a dreamy hazy gaze, "You look good," I smiled up at him.

Chuckling at myself I added a jagged groggy, "Jesus," as I stretched and yawned.

"Coffee?"

I smiled, dazed, stumbling up to Jon. Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around him, which was met by a widened gaze and an expression any onlooker would denote as horrified.

"Boo," I cooed.

I let go of him and stretched again, "I am very much interested in that coffee."

"Why did you-"

I smiled a playfully and purred: "Because nothing scares the Scarecrow except the thought of someone getting close to him."

Jon stared at me for a moment before I waltzed down the hall to get changed.

When I got dressed, I slipped a respirator around my neck; as it was Halloween and I might as well celebrate it among the Gothamites.

I rushed out and sped to my coffee when Jon chuckled, "'O' course, yer a prepared gothamite."

Estatically I exclaimed, opening up my arms with a sudden burst of post-nap energy: "We're like a PSA!"

Jon rolled his eyes and snickered, "Shuddup."

I clamored down the stairs to flick on the hallway light and the light outside. I then unlocked the front door and the outside gate.

Jon followed behind me in a short lag watching as I was a whirlwind, the candy bowl in his hands.

"You're jus' a little energetic ball, ain't'cha?" Jon snickered, "The kids are just comin' out."

"It's Halloween," I said in a higher pitch and looked up at him, "I'm excited."

Jon raised a brow and huffed amusedly, "Christ."

The door of the complex was knocked on, and I absolutely lit up. I plucked the candy bowl from Jon and exclaimed:

"It's showtime, Jonny!"

Jon tilted his head and smirked, "Gotham's takin' it's toll on you, hun. Yer startin' to sound like Harley."

I smiled, and pulled my mask over my lips, and flicked off the hall lights, shrouding Jon, as the Scarecrow, in darkness.

I smiled softly and nodded, opening the door and letting it creak on it's hinges.

I was greeted by an air of Halloween excitement, clenching the orange bowl of candy in my hands. I smiled with my eyes at the kids dressed in an assortment of costumes: A Dracula, a witch, a superman, and a batman, greeted me at the door.

The chaperones, an adult couple in like-themed costumes, cooed softly at the kids, "What do you say?" The guardians were dressed in delightful Victorian gowns with blood dripping from one's lips and faux fangs, and the other with a bloody mess on her throat.

The kids, gleefully, said, "Trick or treat!"

I leaned down with the candy bowl, and smiled, "Well, here's a treat!"

Only for the little batman to gasp, drawing the attention of the crowd away from me.

My stomach fluttered in excitement when the boy exclaimed, not in terror but, rather, fascination--a starstruck expression on his face: "The Scarecrow!"

The women suddenly paled in the face, and behind me Jon loomed, towering over me, and, as Scarecrow, over everyone.

With a low guttural ominous chuckle he said: "Not a trick."

The ladies stared at Crane in horror, stepping back and pulling the children by the arms gently away from our door. "L-let's go, we have more houses to visit!"

"Happy Halloween," Scarecrow smiled with a slow disjointed wave as the group hurried off.

"I like your costume, Mr. Scarecrow!" Called back the little Dracula. I waved estatically at the kids as they were dragged off.

I turned and squealed at Jon as the family trailed out of sight, "Awe! They really liked you!"

"Ya see that couple?" Jon chuckled itching his skin through the burlap mask, "I thought their souls left their damn bodies soon as that kid said sumthin."

I popped my respirator, and took a fresh breath. "Oh no," I said dramatically, "I've been attacked by the Scarecrow! He's gonna get me."

Jon rolled his eyes, "You wouldn't even complain, jackass." He leaned forward and looked at the mound of candy, "Whatcha got in that bowl?"

I raised a brow, "Didn't you buy this candy?"

"Yeah, but I kinda grabbed blindly, ion know what the hell is in that."

I rolled my eyes, "Good lord, just paw through."

I watched him pluck out a small caramel candy and pop it in his mouth.

He smiled at me as another knock rung on my door, "Didn't think you'd get any trick or treaters this close to Arkham."

"I'm not that close to Arkham, besides, Otisburg is a straight shot from Wayne Manor. Everyone knows Alfred always gives the best candy in Gotham."

"Alfred?"

"Oh, Bruce’s butler."

"Bruce? You on a first name basis with Wayne?"

"He and I are-- acquainted," I chuckled, "In those few years you were in Arkham I got to know Harvey through work, then we became friends. So, by proxy, I was aquainted with Grace and Bruce."

I turned on my heel and opened the door greeted by another round of "Trick or Treat!" This time Scarecrow loomed with a different tone, sending the chaperone flying down the street with the two middleschoolers they were taking care of.

I turned and raised a brow.

"Grace?" He asked.

"Harvey's ex-fiancée."

"That man was almost married?"

"Yeah," I responded quietly. "Yeah, he was. You weren't aware?"

"Mina, I was in prison."

"You were in rehab, Jon."

"A rehabilitative penitentiary."

I shrugged, "Same difference."

"Hardly."

Jon leaned in, unusually invested, "How close are you and Bruce?"

"If you're asking if I was involved with him," I stared at Jon, slightly annoyed by his insinuation, "Absolutely not."

"Nah, I just meant how well you--" He was cut off by a knock on the door, "More kids."

I sighed and shook my head, lifting up the bowl of candy before being startled by another knock.

The knock was much louder, then a familiar voice squawked through the door:

"Mina? Mina! It's Oswald!" Oswald "The Penguin" Cobblepot called through the door in his nasaly voice. There was a pause as I heard him mutter to himself, "Right, right. I forgot she's on the second floor."

There was another pause.

Jon and I looked at one another in confusion. When I heard my phone ring upstairs, I shook my head, accepted Oswald Cobblepot was knocking, then opened the door to Oswald hunkered over his phone. He looked up and nearly leapt out of his skin.

"Good lord!" He let out his breath, "Oh, of course. Scarecrow."

Jon snickered, "Happy Halloween to ya too, Penguin."

"What are you doing here?" Oswald asked Jon, I hesitated.

"Observation. Doctor's orders," Jon stated flatly.

Oswald raised a brow.

"I-" I sighed, "I had an episode at Arkham, Jon's staying with me until I'm sound."

Oswald looked at me with a dark brown gaze, dissatisfied with my answer.

"And your patients?"

"Under either Jeramiah or Hugo's care for the time being."

"Why're you here, Penguin?" Jon had taken his mask off and folded his arms, staring down at Oswald with a raised brow.

"I have a name, you cretin," Oz snapped.

"Sorry, "Oswald", lemme reiterate: What the hell're you doin' here?" Jon spat.

I was confused, and irritated, by Jon and Oswald's hostility towards one another.

Oswald fixed his bowtie and chortled a nasaly laugh: "I was passing through on my way to Mr. Wayne's Halloween party this year. I thought I'd stop by and check in on my favorite doctor. Of course, not you, Jonathan."

"Oh, right," I said through clenched teeth. Bruce hosts a party every Halloween, and without fail, he puts me on the guest list every year. I very seldom go: I'm not fond of parties.

"Why I sense bullshit, Cobblepot?" Jon stared at Penguin with a hard expression, his voice growing more rigid.

"Of course," Oz muttered. Oswald sighed and rolled his hand in a gesture, dramatically saying, "Because you're paranoid, Jonathan! Afraid of having someone usurp all that control of yours, right, Crowley."

"D'I needa show you why I'm the master a' fear?" Jon growled, making pinch the skin between my eyes before I stepped between the two birds in my apartment building and motioned a yield in hopes of quelling the incoming.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch, you mutated hay bale."

It didn't do much.

Jon seethed in his spot, shooting a, by all accounts (save oswald's), terrifying look at the shorter man. I'm surprised he seemed so unbothered by it, I'd probably have recoiled into my skin.

"Let's relax," I stated flatly, knowing full well the irony of the frustrated tone of my voice, "Oswald, we should catch up another time;" I said, "I don't want you to be late to Bruce Wayne's affair because of me, after all."

I motioned Jon up the stairs, which he followed: looking like a prickling cat. Then, I basically shoved Oswald out the door of my apartment complex with a fractured smile, "Sorry, Oswald, I just can't deal with an angry Scarecrow tonight: uh, tell Bruce I said hello, would you? And-- tell Alfred that I'm terribly sorry I couldn't make it again this year. I'll visit soon."

Oswald chuckled, and motioned dramatically, "Of course, of course, Crowley. You should make it to the Iceberg Lounge sometime! Bring your dog too! Why not? I'm sure he could do well taken down a few notches."

I sighed, "If I have the time, I'll stop by. Preferably without my Arkham babysitter."

"You sound like Harvey saying that," Oswald joked.

I mumbled to myself, "In more ways than one."

Oswald turned on his heel and gestured dramatically: "Iceberg Lounge, Miss Crowley! I've a few things to discuss with you about, perhaps the future of Arkham Asylum? Perhaps the future of Gotham? My electooooral campaign?" He chortled, "I'm always free when it comes to you, my dear. Just stop by, have a drink!"

I closed the front gate as the matte black car sped off. I closed the door, and shut the lights off to the downstairs.

"He never stops in," I said, entering my apartment and closing the door behind me, "What was that about?"

"Probably knew I was here," Jon said. He sat haphazardly on my couch again, this time the mask sat beneath his hat on the coffee table.

"He knew you weren't a-"

"He's been in on it the whole time."

I pinched the skin between my eyes, growling quietly before bursting out: "How deep does this fucking lie run? If you're going to be crashing on my damn couch for the next week-- Christ, or in my bed again! I need you to cut the fucking bullshit, Jonathan. Just be fucking transparent for one damn moment in our relationship, is that so much to ask?"

Jon looked at me with a surprised expression, stumbling over what to say momentarily.

"Mina I-"

"Just- be quiet," I massaged my right temple with the pads of my fingers, "Things just don't change, do they?"

I turned on my heel and made my way to my bedroom; Victor glued to my ankle. I closed the door.

It was that soft blue darkness it was the night before, kids still sounded out the window. I sat on my bed, before flopping onto my back, Victor opting to lay directly on top of me.

"Hey buddy," I said to the fluff, "You never really hear me yell, do you?"

A duet of big green eyes looked down at me.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, ruffling the hair between his ears, "I just-- expect him to be better than he is."

The cat looked at me blankly and I chuckled, "Yeah. It's dumb, isn't it? I'm asking a lot out of a former terrorist."

Victor purred, blinking slowly at me.

"He was never a good man," I chuckled, "but he was-- and is a man I respect."

I moved Victor off of me, and curled into a more comfortable spot on the bed, Victor rejoining me.

"Am I just holding onto the memory of a man that never was, Victor?"

The cat didn't react.

There was a sound of a chattering beak, followed by a disjointed, "Yes, you are."

I let out a sigh, and pulled a blanket up, placing a kiss on the cat's head. "I'm sorry for rattling off. Goodnight, Victor."

I closed my eyes, pulling the blanket over my shoulder at another chattering sound.

"Goodnight, Carrion."

#crowley in arkham #arkham asylum #batman rogues #dc comics #batman villains #dc universe #working at arkham #gotham rogues #jonathan crane

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xiexiecaptain · 1 year

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Shadow & Bone rewatch deep dive commentary that was started on twitter and is being moved/continued here!

This is the post for EP 04: Otkazats’ya

[Episode 01 post] [Rewatch Commentary Links Masterpost]

((There WILL be spoilers mentioned for the books in the Grishaverse including the Crows duology & King of Scars duology! This is basically from the perspective of watching the show as someone who knows the books well.))

(Just a disclaimer that I’m picking up doing these commentary posts from here after season 2 is out! Just fyi, I might mention s2 stuff in these where it wasn’t mentioned in the posts for eps 1-3)

Omg not the captain singing the drinking song Nina sang to Inej in the hold of the ship on the way to Fjerda

I love how they just toss in background book details in new places to color in the world! You can tell everyone working on constructing this show was such a massive fan of the books and it warms my heart

As always, I’m just enamored by the linguistics and writing systems the show has designed and fleshed out for all the languages!! They make the world feel so lived-in!

Poor Mal. He really feels so powerless and helpless; even to people who are super devoted, sheer faith and longing can’t keep people going forever.

Boy is living on crumbs atm

Mean Girls (2004) voice: AND NONE FOR MAL ORETSEV BYE

These two are so pure i can’t get over it.

Thank you for giving Mal close relationships (even if they eat it soon) other than Alina!

NOT GENYA CALLING HER SUNSHINE-!!!

😭 😭 😭

YEAH ITS CUS HE WANTS TO FEEL OWNERSHIP OVER YOU ALINA

Yep yep giving her crumbs of vulnerability to draw her in.

Top tier manipulator shit.

Jesper’s hair and expression here I’m fucking laughing so hard

He looks like he just woke up from a week-long bender omfg.

Jesper, honey, I’m begging you, drink some water along with whatever alcoholic beverage is in that glass

LOVE LOVE LOVE how they find ways to weave the Crows’ plotlines into the S&B book plot.

Using the Winter Fete party as distraction was probably drawn from them using Hringkälla for the Ice Court job. But I suppose in the show it’s gonna be the other way around now which is funny. They’re probably gonna be like “Well, remember how we snuck into the Little Palace in Ravka because of their big celebration? Let’s do that with this job too!”

Very Beethoven/Bootstrap Paradox meta shit here and it makes me laugh

Kaz Brekker has never taken a day off in his entire life and it shows

LOOK HOW EXCITED THEY ARE

Even Inej is trying not to burst out grinning

Same you guys

I always get hyped as fuck for a heist!

You’ve heard of Chekov’s gun, but we’ve finally found Chekov’s bullet

The fucking barmaid’s face

I can’t

“Who is this strange Zemeni dude and why did he dump a goat in my arms and start speaking softly and mournfully to it in Kerch???”

Not him blowing Milo a kiss

I LOVE JESPER FAHEY AND HIS DRAMATIC BISEXUAL ASS

LYING THROUGH HIS GD TEETH AGAIN

Spinning his fake little sob stories

Manipulator 👏 Shit 👏

I do appreciate this way of trying to make exposition about the Black Heretic story more active

And making the scene serve several purposes at once (Kirigan trying to draw Alina in with his ~relatable outcast~ stuff, as well as giving the viewers the backstory)

Again, I’m just glad these three got to be on-screen. It gives Mal other people around him that matter. (Which does then help fuel/motivate his devotion to Alina as we go forward.)

That was really also one of the things that bugged me about book!Mal (Although, to be fair, it might be less of a writing issue than a personal one) but it sticks in my craw when characters are single-person focused. (Unless that’s, like, part of their character shit to figure out, them feeling lonely or co-dependent, etc.)

Like I do understand it’s kind of been “Mal and Alina against the world” since they were young. But they haven’t always been together since they joined the military. Having relationships that span back for a long, long time can be powerful, don’t get me wrong. But length of a relationship isn’t the only measure of its importance.

I think part of it was that we only got Alina’s POV and so Mal in some parts of the series felt very one-note, unmotivated, unbelievable, etc. Because all we got was what he managed to say to Alina when he was actually present and interacting with Alina (which didn’t happen for a large part of books 1 and 3.)

The lesbian skepticism on Nadia’s face-!!!

I will never, in my life, get over Freddy’s acting as Kaz acting as a stuffy fancy ~artíst~

CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM

Ok so remember when this was the first sneak-peek scene they released of the Crows and we got to see them in action together for the first time??

It reminded me of my thoughts about Freddy’s voice as Kaz.

At first I was like “oh, hmm, he’s got kind of a higher, smooth voice as opposed to the way Kaz’s voice is described in the books” which is that rough gravely “rock-salt rasp.”

But as an iteration of Kaz (pluralism is my friend, you guys) Freddy’s voice for him is something I actually super love?

Like it’s a different sort of menacing. It can feel icy, if that makes sense. Like the higher register lends itself to his voice sounding cold, and the smoothness comes across as that kind of menacing sort of calmness. I dunno I just dig it.

I know we talk a lot about Inej’s knives (for good reason)

But dear saints I love Inej being invisible soundless sneaky.

I know she’d dislike me saying it, but honestly, she’s goddess material. This woman deserves to be lauded and honored at every opportunity.

What’s that meme again? “My idea of help from above is a sniper on the roof?”

Also, him waiting for the clock to chime to disguise the gunshot-!!!

Clawing my face off because I love my clever clever little thieves so much

[“Oh, and Inej,” he said as he led her out of the salon, “don’t ever sneak up on me again.”

The truth was she’d tried to sneak up on Kaz plenty of time since then. She’d never managed it. It was as if once Kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her.”]

Ok so we all agree that Kaz 100% did the same thing as with the magician he saw as a kid, right? Where he was obsessed with figuring out how the trick worked and unraveling it so he could learn to see what was actually happening?

Like [“Some people see a magic trick and say, “Impossible!” [...] And then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.”]

INEJ WAS A PUZZLE HE THOUGHT ABOUT OVER AND OVER UNTIL HE FIGURED IT OUT

Oh, yknow, just reviewing stolen high-security floorplans in a public bar. As one does.

Lmao so basically my entire family hunts (northern woodlands, man) and I’m relatively sure my grandma has something that looks pretty much exactly like this

every friend group has someone like this in it

(in my experience said friend is usually a transmasc gremlin type)

fucking Mal just Very Seriously doing his Very Serious tracking while these two chucklefucks discuss selling literal shit in the background

knowing our beloved nina, the amount of sheer willpower she’s dredging up to refuse food is seriously impressive

she aint wrong, matty boy

ok so this is actually super interesting?? Because it speaks to Matthias having subtle curiosities/doubts about grisha and not fully understanding why someone would become grisha since he believes (read: was told) they weren’t just born that way.

In the books we never got to see Matthias speak to Nina alone until the shipwreck, there was always either other drüskelle and/or the other grisha captives on the ship (I mean there are other captives tied up here but they aren’t all shoved into a cage together so Nina and Matthias can have their own conversation)

I really like this little peek into Matthias trying to make sense of the indoctrination he was fed

yeah exactly, he’s trying to assuage his doubts about how “human” feeling Nina is because it’s gnawing at the indoctrination of dehumanization he’s been taught

Also, i love the camera work in this scene -- the lights are all hazy with lots of lens-flares and the shots are so so tight and close!

We’re putting two characters whose circumstances of birth and country and beliefs are so diametrically opposed together. But here they’re having a brief moment of connection where they each have a glimpse of each other’s humanity (in between all the vitriol.)

By cutting in close and having the rest of the “world” feel “out of focus” or “out of shot” it’s allowing this moment to feel like they can be two people for a brief moment rather than grisha and drüskelle. I adore it.

Yeah, see and then when they start talking politics about the Darkling, more of the shots have the camera pulling back a bit, because the “world” outside the two of them is shoving distance back between them

(Obv this is not an exact one-to-one this mapping of shots, but the scene in general does that and its really cool)

And then it pushes back in and gets more hazy again when Matthias has a moment of decency and offers Nina the bread without strings attached

mwuah! chef kiss!

ofc then it falls apart because these two are the most stubborn (affectionate, exasperated) people on the entire planet who can’t EXIST without taking petty jibes at each other

Just taking a moment to appreciate Calahan Skogman because he plays Matthias so incredibly well

I’m hoping so damn hard we get to see the Ice Court job adapted so we can see Matthias get let out of detention so he can go run and play with the other kids at recess

These are the faces of two exhausted parents at the end of a frustrating day with their excitable son and I’m living for it

LISTEN YOU TWO

AT LEAST JESPER IS COMING UP WITH IDEAS, STOP GLARING

Ok but this troupe leader, Marko, actually comes off as such a wholesome guy? I lowkey love his face??

Look how tear-stained and puff from crying it is?! This poor guy finally got to perform for royalty and thought his lifelong dreams had just been crushed and was sobbing into a mug of beer!

Inej entrusting Kaz with her knives DOES something to me, you guys

There is a fucking novel of unspoken words in these expressions I’m gonna gnaw my couch cushions in to piecessss-!

He’s so cute you guys I hope he still has a long and fruitful career even after all the fuckery that goes down at the Winter Fete

This whole scene has me gazing in adoration like a doting parent

Me to the person next to me, pointing, with a camcorder in my hand: Those are my kids!!! God, they’re so talented, I’m so proud of them!!

The fact that they made up entirely new playing card suits for this world-!!!

Honestly so much of what makes this world come to life in the show is thanks to how much AMAZING work the props and set people did???

They obviously loved and cared about the grishaverse so much, you can see in the sets and the costumes and the props how much work was put into making this world come to life and feel like a world that really exists with all its little bits and bobs and details!

That kind of worldbuilding minutia stuff just makes my brain go brrrrrr

Also I haven’t mentioned anything about the soundtrack yet but hot damn they’ve done so much to make it atmospheric but also do the A+ soundtrack thing of weaving musical themes for characters/groups

Ok tho Kaz 10000% could have gotten in as a performer too. Man’s got mad slight-of-hand skills he could definitely go in as a stage magician

It’s time for 🎶✨~Alina’s Emotional Mushroom Trip~ 🎶✨

Of course she was!

I feel like its super obvious that two orphan kids who’ve been through trauma and made a close connection would crave the stability of the life they have with a beloved friend, especially over an unknown where they would be alone and in a new place again having to start over???

I mean, she says she was thinking of Mal and not herself, but it’s both. Because him being alone would mean she would also be alone.

Alina was a scared little kid who had lost everything and was doing what she thought would keep everything she knew from being ripped away again.

I feel like in the books the dynamic of Darklina in the first book, it was obvious/deliberate that Alina felt very isolated at the Little Palace and so was kind of always steered back to the Darkling for scraps of affirmations or reassurances, plus the draw of their powers compounding this manipulation net the Darkling pulled her in by.

The dynamic feels different in the show, for a few reasons. I think Alina being aged up contributes to that. Also, we don’t get Alina’s interiority and descriptions of how her/the Darkling’s powers feel and pull her.

(Also Jessie and Ben have Very Good on-screen chemistry. And Ben Barnes is, well, Ben Barnes so the attraction-angle of the pull toward him is very believable.)

I mean, while Alina is aged up, she’s still a young woman. Her whole life she has overwhelmingly felt less than, invisible, and nothing special. And someone powerful is now telling her she’s unique and powerful and he’s the only one who understands her.

While Alina is still obviously manipulated heavily in the show, it feels less extreme? I don’t know how to word it?

Other contributing factors I think are her actually making closer friends at the Little Palace and that in the show we don’t see that extended period of time of her struggling and struggling and feeling like shit and powerless and “Other”-ed again. Also because we are shown that Mal DOES super care about her, rather than only getting her speculating and worrying.

And not only on Alina’s end is it different but I feel like the show we get shown more of Kirigan feeling helpless (something which is both authentic and strategic.)

Like I think its definitely real that he is struggling with these feelings of helplessness and futility in moving towards his goals.

But he is very deliberate in the ways he goes about showing it to Alina to make her feel like he’s letting his guard down with her and to garner sympathy with. As Baghra says towards the end of the season, giving Alina “a glimpse of the wounded boy.”

And it’s a huge credit to Ben Barnes that I feel that simultaneous nature.

Like in the moment, you do believe him in his pain and his loneliness. Because that is real.

But then you step back and realize he’s only showing it and showing it in such a way to weaponize it to cultivate those feelings of sympathy in Alina and keep her from seeing him as dangerous to her.

Ben Barnes’s performance really sells the Darkling so well. Because these things are all true: he has seen people die and is lonely and feels like he has to claw his way toward any change he can achieve.

But he is also playing bits of that up in very strategic ways in Alina’s presence to manipulate her.

(I always feel like I’m not gonna have more to say about the Darkling and then I end up writing a novel about it??)

”B-b-but-

Wait, was I the only one who believed we were actually giving them a fair trial?!?”

My parents’ walks to school, according to them.

Listen, I just love them

I LOVE THEM PUTTING TIME AND THOUGHT INTO SPRINKLING IN WORLDBUILDING

END ME

Listen all I can think about when I watch this scene is how this actor probably spent 9 hours in hair and makeup and wardrobe just to stand there, grab a stack of letters, shake his head, and walk away because he was a non-speaking extra and if he said “No” out loud they would have had to pay him the under-5-lines rate