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choices-binglebonkus · 1 year

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Flanderization is the process in which a complex, fleshed out character gradually gets reduced to one or two traits through oversimplification. While present in varying degrees across certain Choices series, Flanderization is most present and potent in The Royal Romance/Heir/Finale.

Pre-Flanderization

MC: A newcomer to court who’s hella oblivious but incredibly resilient and willing to go out of her comfort zone for her friends. She is fiercely independent and free-spirited, something that each character she meets in Cordonia comes to respect her for. She has her silly and ditzy moments, but she's usually good at behaving in a relatively civilized manner when she needs to be. She is no stranger to hard work, and this greatly helps her adjust to courtly life.

Liam: A crown prince and eventual king as of book two who longs for freedom while also grappling with his role in the monarchy. He CONSTANTLY struggles with his desire for freedom and levity versus the leaden weight of the crown, though his sense of duty usually wins out in these internal battles. More than anything, even his own longing for freedom and independence, he wishes for the safety of his people and the prosperity of Cordonia.

Hana: A prodigy who has been forced into rigorous classes on etiquette and courtly skills since young childhood. She is remarkably talented, though incredibly humble, and is always happy to help teach others when they need assistance. She is very meek and doesn't like confrontation, and often struggles to stand up for herself, but ultimately grows stronger and more confident as the story progresses, eventually even standing up to her demanding parents. Ultimately, she wishes for the agency to choose her own path, whatever that may be.

Drake: A commoner who has long struggled with his place in the Cordonian court, regardless of his friendship with the prince and his father's service as a Guardian of the Realm. He is gruff and jaded from his negative experiences and poor treatment by nobles and royals, which only worsens when his sister disappears. He fears the prince will eventually forget about him, or worse, will be embarrassed by him, because he is merely a commoner. He is teased by his friends for his lack of courtly knowledge but does eventually take time to learn courtly customs for the sake of the prince's image. Regardless of these fears and his bitterness, he is a loyal friend with a heart of gold and a healthy dose of humility.

Maxwell: A younger brother to the Duke of Ramsford who feels he is a screw-up and believes he is rightfully overshadowed by his much more responsible brother. He is carefree and fun-loving and sometimes a little absent-minded, but he has moments of wisdom and true helpfulness sprinkled throughout. He is goofy when the occasion calls for it and is always happy to indulge in a wild party, but can just as easily embody seriousness and solemnity when need be.

Olivia: A catty duchess who clings to the prince as a result of his kindness to her during the most traumatic time of her life as a small child. She is devious, two-faced, and extremely petty, often starting arguments or going for low blows just because she can. She is not used to people standing up to her, which ultimately mellows her out, though she is still aggressive at times. Particularly pressing situations let her fierce loyalty to king and country as well as her competency in combat shine through despite her initial struggle with her identity as a Nevrakis, who are known for their betrayals and scheming.

Post-Flanderization

MC: Constantly flies by the seat of her pants and somehow makes it through the most dire situations unscathed. Her silly side stops being silly and starts being unapologetically idiotic. Of course, despite her bumbling nature, she's still seen as a dangerous threat by the Via Imperii, a top-secret society that has ruled parts of the world for over two millennia. (Flanderization began in TRR book 3)

Liam: Primary trait is his sense of duty to his kingdom and his people, yet his ability to rule and prevent chaos and upheaval is terrible. He has no competence to match his promises to his kingdom. (Flanderization began in TRH book 2)

Hana: She is still remarkably talented, but the extent of her talents grow to be utterly unrealistic. She also occasionally has instances of incredibly dark or violent dialogue that in no way fit with her character ("I'm sorry Olivia, I only kill when absolutely necessary") that really throw the reader and sometimes even the other characters off. (Flanderization began in TRH book 1)

Drake: Still gruff and jaded and grumpy but to a slightly higher degree. He is also clowned on and made into a meme by his friends and the Cordonian public. (Flanderization began in TRH book 1)

Maxwell: Loud, annoying, obsessed with parties and dancing, clumsy as hell, and almost comically self-absorbed. (Flanderization began in TRR book 2)

Olivia: Much more frequently aggressive, constantly goes on about knives, hidden blades, and spy missions. She is still loyal to king and country, but her personality has been reduced to that of a human weapon. (Flanderization began in TRH book 1)

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palioom · 3 months

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first time for everything

summary: max gets pegged, that's all.

pairing: subby!maxwell lord x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; established relationship; pegging; teasing and blue balling; anal fingering; dom/sub; lowkey praise kink

a/n: minimally proofread. also i wrote this in july of last year, my god, definitely not one of my favs but I hope you enjoy! // banners by @/saradika-graphics

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She laughed as she took out the colourful box from the closet, bringing it over to the table as he watched.

“Remind me again why you have these things in the first place?” Maxwell asked, feeling a little nervous, shifting in his place on the edge of the bed.

“For fun.”

What had he gotten himself into? Again.

He enjoyed relenting control to her occasionally, excited about seeing her ride him, maybe tie his wrists up, cuff him to the headboard. It got his head spinning in the most delicious ways possible, something he had never even thought of before she came into his life.

But this? He wasn’t quite sure how to feel.

She looked back at him as she took the lid off the box, seeing his concerned expression. Smiling at him reassuringly as she picked out the harness and the toy she wanted to use on him.

This wasn’t entirely new, she had put some fingers up his ass before, after a long round of talking. And they had found out that he liked it, liked her fingers inside of him while she sucked him off.

So she had brought up the possibility of fucking him for once, just here and there, easing him into the idea. But he had never said yes, something she respected.

Until now. After a week of her teasing him, occasionally brushing over his dick while passing him, pressing her ass into him while they slept.

Teasing him every day until he finally broke today, practically begging her to finally fuck him.

“I will if you let me fuck your ass, baby.” She had said and this time, he had actually agreed.

Rock hard and aching, now sitting on the bed still in his suit and waiting for her to get ready.

“You look worried.” She noted, taking a bottle of lube and bringing it over to him before throwing it on the bed. “Sure you wanna do this?”

Her hands cupped his cheeks, tilting his head back so he looked up at her, brow a little furrowed, but eyes dark with lust.

He rested his broad hands on her hips, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of her pants.

“I do, my love, I am simply-”

She bent down to kiss him, muffling his whimpers.

So sensitive already.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Undressing him had taken longer than she had meant it to be, calming him down by placing her lips on every inch of skin she revealed with each newly shed piece of clothing. His neck, his broad shoulders, his chest down to his stomach. Arms, hands, thighs, she caressed every inch of him, except for his hard and weeping cock, aching for her touch.

When she began to undress herself, he was practically vibrating, needing her to touch him again, wanting to touch her but he wasn’t allowed to.

“You keep your hands to yourself, Max.” She said, opening her bra after she had already shed her blouse, giggling when his eyes wandered to her breasts. “I know you want to touch so badly, but I know you can be a good boy and wait just a little longer.”

Maxwell just nodded, mouth dry as she pulled down her dark pants, followed by her lacy underwear, a wet patch already visible at the front.

He could stare at her all day, her beautiful body as she stood fully naked in front of him, his dick twitching in anticipation.

Grinning as she reached for the harness, putting it on slowly, so slowly he was sure this was just more teasing. He couldn’t take more of this, having been on edge for a good week now, just needing her.

When she had secured all the straps, she didn’t attach the toy just yet, choosing instead to crawl over to him before pushing him onto his back with her hand on his chest, kneeling in between his open legs.

Her hands smoothed over his thick thighs, his muscles flexing below his skin as they went up and down, all the way to his knee before down to his hips again.

So soft and so warm.

“My love-”

She shushed him, hovering over him. “Patience, Max. I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry.”

Kissing him, she brushed back his blonde hair, caressing his cheek after, then her hand went down his neck to his chest, resting it there.

“I’ll prepare you like this, yes?” She said, sitting back again and taking the bottle of lube into her hands. Watching how his eyes were focused on her hands, how she squeezed a little onto her fingers. “Then we’ll switch to hands and knees, baby.”

He nodded, trying to stay relaxed, trying to stay composed. But he was so wound up and so nervous, it seemed impossible.

Maxwell flinched a little when her fingers pressed against the tight ring of muscle, slowly easing one in as she watched his reactions.

It felt cool in contrast to how hot he was, like he was burning up from the inside. The smallest noise left him as she pushed it all the way in, smiling at him.

“C’mon, you know this already, baby.” She cooed, waiting for a moment before she began to move, her other hand smoothing over his knee in soothing motions. “Doing so well, Maxy baby.”

He grunted, rolling his eyes. How he hated this name, but she had her fun with it, hearing her giggle.

His hands fisted the sheets as she slowly added a second finger after a few moments, a moan slipping past his lips.

“How’s that feel, Maxwell?” She asked, pumping them in and out slowly, carefully. Kissing the inside of his thigh, she teased him with her teeth, smiling as she kept watching his face.

That furrowed brow, eyes shut and just taking in the feeling.

“Feels good, darling.” He said, words catching on his breath. “More, please.”

She giggled, scissoring her fingers and making him moan louder.

“You’re not quite ready yet, Max. Just a little more.”

Her free hand wandered over his abdomen, close to where he needed her most, but not giving him what he wanted, seeing his dick twitch.

“So impatient, baby.”

He whined, clearly getting worked up now from not being able to touch her, her fingers pressing against that good spot inside of him repeatedly.

“Please, my love.” He said, opening his dark eyes to look at her. “I need more, my darling, please.”

He looked so sweet, flushed red and begging for her.

Hair sticking to his forehead, the vein on his neck visible now like whenever she had him like this.

Slowly she removed her fingers from him, smiling.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg, Max.” She let her palms wander over his thighs again before helping him onto his hands and knees. “Such a good boy for me.”

It was strange to be like this on their bed, not daring to look back as he heard her move around, heard a soft little click as she attached the toy to her harness.

Then her hands were back on him, rubbing over his broad back, up and down his spine before moving further down, grabbing a handful of his ass with a quiet laugh.

“Looking so good for me on all fours, baby.”

He heard the lid of the bottle opening again, then some slick sounds as she spread it on the silicone dick before he felt more on his asshole, wincing at the temperature change again.

She lined herself up with him, the tip just lightly pressed against him, stilling. Her hands wandered to his hips, thumbs tracing small circles into his hip bones.

“You ready?” Her voice was soft as she asked, the usual tone she carried in these situations gone. Not really commanding or mocking, just gentle for once, knowing he needed it.

He nodded, humming in approval, heart beating out of his chest.

“Need to hear you.” She said, bending over to kiss his shoulder. “Speak up, Maxwell.”

“Yes, I’m ready, my love.” He said, voice a little shaky.

Slowly she guided the strap into him, smiling at the noises he made, little moans and whimpers as she stretched him open more, until she was all the way inside, stilling.

It was a strange feeling, he felt incredibly full and wondered if this was how she felt every time he fucked her.

But it wasn’t bad, liking how the toy felt inside of him, how her hands soothingly moved over his back and over her sides, just giving him the time he needed to adjust.

Somehow he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. Too worked up already and she hadn’t even started moving yet.

“I’d love to see you like this more often.” She whispered, holding onto his hips as she gently moved her hips back before pushing back into him. Starting out with shallow movements and making him moan, his arms trembling slightly. “Fuck, you’re being so good for me, Maxy baby.”

It took her a moment before she found a rhythm, slow and gentle at first, then picking up speed.

“Tell me how good my cock feels inside of you, Max.” She said, giving his hip a soft slap, making him flinch and move back into her. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you, pretty boy.”

Maxwell moaned, already too close to the edge, his dick aching for some touch as she pushed into him again and again, her hand wandering over his back, then grabbing his hair. Pulling at it just a little so he had to throw his head back.

“Maxwell.”

He groaned, pushing back against her thrusts.

“You’re fucking me well, darling.” He finally grit out, finding it difficult to find the words with how good she made him feel. “You feel good inside of me.”

Her hips snapped into him harshly, giggling at the throaty moan that spilled from him.

“What feels good inside of you? Let me hear it, baby.”

Her fingers curled into his hair tighter, the sting only adding to the pleasure he felt.

“Your cock, my love.” Maxwell said and for some reason it felt as weird as it felt good to say it. “Your cock feels perfect.”

She giggled, letting go of his hair in favour of grabbing his hips again, thrusting harder now, knowing he was close just based on his sounds.

“Such a good boy for me, Max.” She cooed, bending over him to kiss his spine. “Want me to touch you? Want me to make you come, pretty boy?”

He nodded, needing her slim fingers around his aching cock.

“Please, my love, I’m so close.”

How sweet he sounded, lost in the pleasure.

Her hand found his dick, hard and leaking, stroking him in time with her thrusts. Feeling him pulse and twitch, his sounds going up in pitch, begging her again and again under his breath to let him come.

“Let go, Maxy baby.” She whispered against his shoulder, speeding up her movements. “Cum for me, been such a good boy.”

He came with a deep groan, arms trembling and threatening to give out as he spilled himself into the sheets, covering her fingers as well. His whole body shook, whimpering as she kept stroking him until he begged her to stop, his voice almost sounding pained from how sensitive he felt.

“Done so well, baby.” She said, kissing his shoulder, licking her fingers clean with a small laugh. “You’re always so good for me.”

Sitting back on her knees, she carefully pulled out of him, her hands rubbing over his lower back as she did, relishing in the soft whimpers he let out, letting himself fall into the mattress.

He felt empty, rolling over onto his back as he caught his breath, watching her as she removed the strap and the harness before crawling over him again.

“How are you feeling, baby?” She asked, her hand coming to rest on his cheek, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone.

He hummed, his rough palms on her thighs. “Feeling pretty good, thank you, my love.”

She smiled, happy that he felt good, that he had liked it.

“So you think you’ll let me do it again?” Her smile was infectious, making him smile as well as she bent down to kiss him.

He chuckled, nodding.

“I think so, yes.”

She kissed his cheek, moving to stand again.

“I’ll draw you a bath, you deserve to be pampered after I blue balled you for a week.” She laughed as she went over to the bathroom, ignoring the throbbing between her legs for now. There was always more time after the bath to put his mouth to good use.

“You better join me, darling.” He called after her, stil boneless on the bed as he looked after her, watched her hips swing as she went.

“Sure.”

He chuckled.

Whatever he had gotten himself into with her, he more than enjoyed it.

She took more than good care of him, giving him a well deserved break.

And in a way, he could barely wait for the next time that she decided to bring out that sweet toy of hers.

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #pedro pascal #maxwell lord smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #wonder woman #my writing #fics

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randominji · 2 months

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𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟏: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

: I see the key worked... very well then, I expect you to tred lightly little one. This may only be the opening page, but with enough care to details, it could hint to anything and everything for the storyline.

[Additional information regarding scheduling will be down below]

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: None... (maybe spelling mistakes)

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Everyone in your small spread of a community knew about the tale of the forest. You've been told of its wits and games, how the shadows always lie. It was the most essential life lesson your parents had to teach you as a child, even before teaching you how to feed yourself.

Never trust the forest.

It was always the number one rule, and therefore, it was always on your mind. This sick game of oppressed "what ifs-" had led to your twisted insights on the woodland, causing a connection of curiosity to stem from deep within.

It fascinated you. How could something so pure and raw as nature be so cruel and dangerous to the wonders that cohabitate with it? How could mother nature simply allow herself to corrupt the good creatures she's tried so hard to bring up?

Capitalism blossoms in every aspect of this earth, a hierarchy of social imbalance based on stereotypical assumptions and power. They always neglect the very aspects that keep them afloat, like nature and its natural decomposers.

You guess that's why imbalance strives on the blood of the incompetent, and you refuse to turn a blind eye to that. Not now, not ever.

"Y/n, where's Maxwell?"

The same impending call of your mother rings out, her voice cutting a clean slate above what was your arguing sister and brother.

"What?!" You respond, sitting up at the mention of Maxwell, your beloved companion and best friend.

"Maxwell? Have you seen him?"

"Uhhh…" You take a second to respond, eyes realigning with the foot of your bed. "Not recently! No?"

Placing the chisel and canvas of your constructed wooden statue down, you raise yourself from your bed with a curious gaze. Where was Maxwell?

The normally occupant spot by the foot of your bed was acquainted with the mangled of a deer's metatarsal bone and a patch of thin black and white hairs. His wool blanket, knitted by your mother, was in a mess, slumped to one half of your worn out mattress and the normally chewed on wood of your bedpost had no fresh saliva on its brutally mauled exterior.

"Maxwell!" You call, only to receive no tip off on his whereabouts. Inching yourself out of bed, you feel a certain dun fill your ears at the sudden sound of what could only be Maxwell's untrimmed nails scattering on the wooden floor.

Shuffling to the only wooden flooring within your shack of a house, you find your best friend, and dog, sitting and staring at the front door.

"What's up bud?" You pause to observe him, not a single bone in his body ached to move, not even his constantly wagging tail. "Do you need to go to the toilet?" You ask, moving to rest your hand on the rusted metal hook you use as a handle.

But still. No response.

"Max?" You mumble, eyes dragging from the tips of his gone pointed ears to the sudden twitch of his moistened snout.

"I'll let you out, but only for a minute. Make your business fast, alright boy?" You give the flat of his head a quick pat before opening the door.

It was apparent that with patience, came eagerness too- as Maxwell had immediately scurried out of the door, wasting no time in looking back as you only watched his silhouette fade into the void of darkness beyond your residence.

A deep feeling of something uneasy settled into your stomach almost instantly. You had already known you had just made the wrong choice.

"Y/n? Did you find him?!"

"Ahh…" you breathe out, eyes frantically dotting around, your vision trying to pry into the small crooks of the shadows as they obscure all light.

Your eyes remain trained on the darkness as the small of scraggy footsteps invade your ears. "Y/n?" It was your mother, you could tell by the rasp of her normally dried throat. Water wasn't all that easy to obtain for your household.

“Yeah…” You pause momentarily “Hey mom, I'll be right back… I'm just getting some fresh air” and with your final words, you had slipped past the poor excuse of a front door and into the chill of the pitched night.

These surroundings felt foreign at night. The friendly wave the grass usually gave you during your walks with Maxwell was now wagging its finger at you, taunting you with the curl of their bladed tips. Even the trees seemed like giant legs, planted firm and impenetrable within the soil like a knife to a gut. The grass was still wet from yesterday's downpour anyway- a certain moisture hung in the air around you, almost suffocating you with the earthy scent.

The thud of your front door hitting your weathered door frame had you jump a small distance forward, your shoes seeming to soak the small droplets of rain that had yet to evaporate from the ground. A small huff bypasses your lips as you begin to move- your steps seemingly careless as you wonder towards the last location you had seen Maxwell- the tree line that boarded the Rimwell Forest and what layed beyond it.

In all honesty, no one from your village had made much of an effort to barricade a defence between your location of eternal residence and the eerie forest beyond. No walls, no warnings, no fences, no nothing. There were as many precautions as there were punishments.

You were only ever to be told to never enter the forest, and if you had entered, you were to be forgotten about till your return- if you ever return.

No one cares about some inconvenient disappearance, especially when the missing person is someone of your social ranking within Croydon. You were merely the daughter of a manual labourer and a forgotten mistress. No one could care less about who you were, especially with your dad suffocating in his ever-building debt.

You've seen the way the poorer families thrash around in a cheap mess, their voices ringing out amongst the whole town due to its small size. Desperate knocks on everyone's front doors would go ignored constantly from the moment they realise this was another missing person case. Parents, wives, husbands, and even close friends to the missing person would demand an investigation, possibly even a board meeting in the small gazebo your poor excuse of a neighbourhood had. They were always a mess, but the responses were always worse.

“They did this to themself”

“They're not of our priority”

“Did they contribute to our society?”

“Are they of any significance to me?”

It always seemed as if the self-proclaimed president of Croydon was too preoccupied with developing what he'd want to administer as “The perfect village.” As he saw it, if they weren't of much importance, they were a lost cause. Someone could always fill the missing gaps, someone less or more able, because at the end of the day, one missing person wasn't much of a problem.

When it came to those of a higher stance in the village, however, it was a whole new story.

Though, thinking this back over… maybe rushing out after your dog wasn't the best idea. You recognise him to resemble a child in a blacksmiths- take your eyes off of him for one moment, and he's gone- but more often than not, he always returns. Maybe you should've had some patience before having left only a few seconds after him. Who knows? Maybe he's already back home?

With a defeated sigh, you look around. Your eyes had completely adjusted to the unusually dark shadows the canopy provided by this point, allowing you to see some finer details in the area. Above you laid a shelter of extended limbs, leaves folded over one another in a shambled pattern. The thick tendrils of tree roots protrude from the ground and arch their backs, a faint rustling sound from your left, then to your right echoed around in this earthy labyrinth.

It was safe to say your hair was standing on end with how eerie everything had gotten. Your senses kicked themselves into overdrive as you examined everywhere you stepped. Every mushroom and ivory bush was consciously noted until something oddly peculiar happened…

“Wasn't that-” You mumbled, your voice lowers into a whisper as you blink at the base of a tree. It stood tall and proud like nothing you've ever seen before- except you have.

That very same carving in the tree- one that almost resembled a rabbit- you could've sworn you saw that a few minutes ago. Had you been walking in circles, perhaps? Or are you just losing your mind?

The cold touch of an old man's finger runs down your spine, a painful shiver following pursuit. Your hand almost darts to the location of the chill as it deteriorates almost as quickly as it had appeared. Your shoulders tense defensively, and your breath hitches within the dry and tightened of your windpipes.

You already knew you weren't alone anymore. Your sixth sense had kicked in. It felt suffocating as you tried to remain as calm and vigilant as possible.

If the rumours about this forest were true, then you sure as hell weren't going down without getting as far away as possible first. Doing a U-turn and running back the way you came from would at least put you somewhere closer to home if you were to die. That way, maybe your family could find you, and maybe find some closure-

What?

You tense again at the sound of a frail twig snapping, a vision of what could be lurking around had you gulping once again. Though, there was something about this sound that made it far more distinct, far more disturbing.

It was as if it was right behind you.

Update schedule: I will try my best to update every Saturday. However, due to events in my life, not every update will be guaranteed. Additionally, on some weeks, there will be a dual post if you're lucky :)

Posts for the first few chapters will be at an irregular schedule as I'd like to have as many people caught up in this before the real adventure begins :^

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Something a little different for today’s MDKT!

Safewords with my Pedritos.

Safe words – MDKT 23 – Day 24 [Keep reading under the cut for more!]

This is explicit - minors DNI 18+ NSFW content below.

Jackson era!Joel Miller – Where were you on outbreak day?

“Safeword? The Fuck do I need a safeword for-?” You glare at him, using your Don’t fuck with me Miller signature single eyebrow raise. “Ok, ok fine, fine…”

One brooding pause and grumbling admission later.

“Kale.”

DBF!Joel - Breaking the Rules

Smiling as he lets you bend him over, “Kale, baby.” Your lips curve upwards with mirth and vigour as you smear lube over his asshole and all over the not-so-modest strap on before getting to work.

Javier Peña – Framing Escobar

“Not a thing you can do to me that’ll make me safeword out, hermosa.”

You smirk to yourself, wondering how quickly he’s going to regret those words.

Javier Peña – A feeling that never came

“You got kinky while I was gone, let’s see if you can make me safeword out eh? Pineapple.”

Dave York – The Princess and The Duke

“Prenup.” He smirks at you and you shake your head incredulously as you fasten the final shibari rope around his already weeping cock.

Francisco Morales (SNAFU)

“Silver.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes at the werewolf reference.

Francisco Morales (Vampire!Frankie)

“Consent is so fucking hot mi sol, I choose plata.”

Javi G

“Nicholas Cage.” He blushes as you press a lubed up finger inside him.

“You know, I could eat a peach for hours.” You purr.

Javi whines as you pull your finger out, spreading his asscheeks before burying your face between them.

Din Djarin – Catch me if you Can

“Endor.” He tilts his head at you, as if waiting for your verdict on his choice.

Din Djarin – Worlds Collide

“Droids.”

Dieter Bravo – Rendezvous in Reno

“Rehab.” He grins at you as his eyes twinkle over the tops of his designer shades.

Ezra (Prospect)

“Now darlin’, this is the exact sort of frisky rumination that I do so adore. Let us settle on… Patch Gun.”

Maxwell Lord

“Socialism.”

Max Phillips

“No way you’re making me holler to stop, babydoll, but if you insist, Stake.”

Oberyn Martell – The Fox and The Viper.

“Lannister.” He growls before spreading himself wide for you.

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blog-of-frontiers · 10 months

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#on the fence about leaving the other one up but if there's anything tumblr users like it's clicking buttons #so have two #this is very unscientific. but yes it scientific actually #wolf 359 #w359 #daniel jacobi #alana maxwell #warren kepler #si 5

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daddy-dins-girl · 8 months

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Pedro Boys - Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic

This was such a tough one to do... Thanks to everyone who shared their input and helped me put this one together :). I hope I did everyone justice!

Lawful Good - Marcus Moreno. Always acts with compassion, honour and a sense of duty. Marcus will always do what's right. He is courageous and moral and respects law and order. A "superhero" through and through.

Lawful Neutral - Din Djarin, Frankie Morales. Din will follow his creed; the creed of the Mandalore, always ("This is the way"). He has a strong moral compass and upholds order. His creed and his clan come before anything else. Frankie also follows a code; the one that's patched on his jacket shoulder in the form of an American flag. He may not always agree with the orders he's tasked to carry out and for that he'll carry a lifetime of grief and trauma on his broad shoulders.

Lawful Evil - Jack Daniels. Jack uses the "black & white" of the law to further his own agenda. Blinded by vengeance, he has a goal to achieve and he plans on seeing it through, regardless if it means harm will come to others who may or may not deserve it.

Neutral Good - Javier Peña. A man ultimately out to do good in the world, Javier upholds strong moral values and pursues justice, however he isn't afraid to act outside the law (which happens to be his job) if it's what he believes to be for the greater good. Javier will disobey a direct order if he believes the end justifies the means. He doesn't feel as bound by the red tape as the bureaucrats upstairs and it's always been his belief that it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Neutral - Joel Miller. A true neutral, Joel Miller marches by the beat of his own moral drum. He'll act for himself, indifferent to what is "good" or "bad", based solely on his own needs or feelings at the time, or if his survival depends on it. He won't kill for no reason, but he would certainly kill if he believes someone means harm to himself or his loved ones. By the way, "the trolley problem?" Don't worry, Joel solved it :P

Neutral Evil - Maxwell Lord, Dave York. They have little to no reservations about bringing harm to others if it gets them what they want, but they also won't go out of their way to do something hurtful or evil if it brings them no benefit. Dave is paid to do a job. It's a name on a piece of paper in his pocket, nothing more. Loyalty or morality plays no part in it and Dave is happy to dust off his hands after it's done and go home and tuck his children into bed (and he sleeps just fine at night, thank you for asking). Maxwell has grand aspirations and plans to see them through, regardless of who gets hurt in the process. He'll "grant your wish" whether its for the greater good or the greater bad, as long as it benefits his own agenda.

Chaotic Good - Oberyn Martell, Javi Gutierrez. They uphold principles of justice and freedom but are unconcerned about how it is achieved (inside or outside of the law). Oberyn Martell believes in vengeance in the name of justice. He is bound by honour, love and duty to kill those who brought harm to his family and he will do it with a smile on his face. Javi Gutierrez' actions are inherently good and he believes in doing the right thing, although he will turn a blind eye to his criminal empire family and reap the benefits of their actions because he knows no other way.

Chaotic Neutral - Pero Tovar, Ezra. These individuals follow their own whims and will act in whichever way benefits them the most at any point in time. They are beholden to no one. A mercenary, Tovar can be paid to operate on either side. It makes little difference to him, so long as the price is right. However he also has no qualms about switching alliances, should it ultimately benefit him better, or just because he feels like it. Ezra is first and foremost a survivalist. He will always act in his own self interest with no intentions or bias toward doing evil or good. He's quite capable of switching sides if it is what is best for him (and the teenager he accidentally adopted along the way) either in the moment or for the long run.

Chaotic Evil - Max Phillips. This man is evil simply because he can be, and because it's fun. He lives for himself and his own desires with no respect to rules, authority or other peoples lives. He thrives on destruction and chaos (and has a blast doing it, thank you very much).

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bebemoon · 8 months

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look for the name: LILICO

@dalgonamilk

snake divine "dark fairy" knit top

maxwell (name on label) distressed khaki micro mini pleated skirt

chrome hearts filigree cross tie choker necklace

oddity "dead air" extrait de parfum

le silla leather clog-style wooden platform ankle boots w/ faux fur trim

number (n)ine x magical design sull {w/ cross over one eye} ring, a/w 2oo6

guess y2k faux fur handbag w/ leather inserts and gold patch details

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herawell · 6 months

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Thinking about Hera and having to live with not just the memories of what Hilbert and Maxwell did to her, but also all the coding they put into her. Not just the collar program/viruses/etc. but it’s implied that Hilbert, as the one with the most coding experience on the Heph before the SI-5 got there, would regularly do maintenance on her and patch in software updates, same as Maxwell did. I imagine that a lot of their work is left behind in her code base, and she can’t just get rid of it because of how extensive it is. Maybe over time she’s able to phase it out with new code updates.

#wolf 359 #hera wolf 359 #alia talks #wolf 359 spoilers

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littlemisspascal · 6 months

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@modernperplexity @tieronecrush

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@absurdthirst Frankie Kinktober Exhibitionism/Voyeurism / Javi G Kinktober Orgasm Denial/Control / Zach Kinktober Wrist/Arm Restraints / Dave Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Dieter Kinktober Lactation/Breastfeeding / Max Kinktober Vampires/Werewolves

@novemberrain-writes Frankie Whumptober No Anesthesia / Marcus M Whumptober Experimentation

@juletheghoul Frankie Gold Rush

@ghostofaboy Frankie Kinktober Triple Penetration / Javier Kinktober Anal Sex / Maxwell Kinktober Exhibitionism / Dave + Marcus P Kinktober Lingerie / Marcus M Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Pero Kinktober Spanking

@wildemaven Frankie Throttled Control / Javier Meant to Be

@musings-of-a-rose Frankie Catfish and Shadow

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Max Immortally Human

@icanbeyourjedi-writes Max Interview with a Vampire

@blueeyesatnight Max A Rough (Pumpkin) Patch / Nathan Negotiation Tactics

@flightlessangelwings Ezra Kinktober Anonymous Sex

@beskarandblasters Joel I Might Kill My Ex

@cool-iguana Joel Desperate

@penvisions Joel Garnish

@popcornforone Joel Warmth

@moonlight-prose Joel Safe Haven

@odetodilfs Javi G Kinktober Overstimulation and Bondage

@boliv-jenta Marcus P Banana Pancakes

@youvebeenlivingfictional Oberyn Kinktober Day 14

@kyberblade Din Give It To Me In Basic

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #my library

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obscure-song-tournament · 1 year

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Obscure Song Tournament Masterpost - Round One!

Bracket images + list below the cut. (Long post)

Extremely apologies for that fucked up formatting, it was the easiest way for me to set it up & now I don’t feel like redoing it <3

BRACKETS

Matches will be updated with links when the posts go up :-) (links removed when votes finished. Link link whyyyyy </3)

虚に産まれた毒蟲達の選択 - Haint VS. Keep Away - Insane Driver

Manchester - Lana Wild VS. Pulp Friction - Fool Heavy

Scatterbrain - Casual Tees VS. Dopamine - The Fundementals

Angelic 2 the Core - Corey Feldman VS. Sad Hit Song - V is for Villains

Cosmos - Jawbreaker Reunion VS. Patches - Jawbreaker Reunion

John Congleton & The Nighty Nites VS. Away From You - Nicole

New Dance - DEERPEOPLE VS. Not My Good Side - Deafpony

Maple Leaf Etc. - Maxshh VS. Give Me a Moment - 2far2jump

Goodbye Goodnight - Eudora June VS. Mama - Eudora June

The Helper - Giannah Noelle VS. The Hummingbird - Miss E

Worm Song - Sunny Side Down VS. Victim of a Siren - Seraph Siege

There’s a Darkness (but There’s also a Light) - The Wild VS. Ray - Dylans TIE

Alive - GON VS. Red - Oh Dorian

You are Loved - David Lamotte VS. Getting Around to it(Maybe) - Ollie Oxyn

Timed Out - blockkids VS. Where U Goin? - Half In the Bag

All That I Am - Maia Grandy VS. For Me - Dearlie

The Hidden Word - Noe Venable VS. Echo in the Hills - Carrie Elkin TIE

Hold Onto Myself - Yendawg VS. YOUR GALAXY - ROZLYN PELL

critter song - tidepooler VS. Juliet and Juliet - Kactus Kid

Low Rent Truman Show - Marc with a C VS. Body Heat - Guard Petal

Pub Money - Bag of Cans VS. Take a Peek - Heat Above

Daddy Daedalus watched me GO DOWN IN FLAMES! - lonely carp VS. The Danger - Patricia Wallinga(twt: @ pwallinga)

Call Me Captain - Emrys Layne (tumblr: @ callmecapt) VS. Insecurity Impermanence - Ian Woodside

Deep Blue - Grapefruit VS. You’re So Hot To Me - Commuted

Fly Octo Fly Piano Arrangement - Original - ButterShutter VS. PIANO GAMES - Hazma Notes

Devil’s Game - Lonovve VS. Worst in the World - Uncle Outrage

Cheese (Original Mix) - Cheese VS. The Best Poop of Your Life - Squatty Potty

Сопряжение сфер - Ясвена VS. Hokutoshichisei no Ichiya - Akiko Ikuina

Pink Clouds - Sammy J VS. There Will be Someone at My Funeral Who Doesn’t Want to be There - Sammy J

The Crayon Song - Class of 3000 VS. Eco - Jim Valley

Kinky Murder Machine - Slav the Dog VS. TECVM CIRCVMAMBVLARE NOLO - John Linnel

Imagination - Niel Innes VS. Me & Nikolai - Pale Young Gentlemen TIE

Checking My Pulse - Alix Olsen VS. Eat Your Heart Out, Sigmund Freud - Mollie Maxwell

Pink Lemonade - Kristi Krause VS. Don’t Want You - Carpark

Home(Here) - Big Tree VS. Runaways - Big Tree

Przyszłam do miasta - Ballady I Romanse VS. 10,000 Days - OK Glass

Cross My Heart - Richard Myhill VS. Hurricane - My Cat Umi

Bitches (Do as Bitches Are) - Brain’s All Gone VS. Rotten - Missouri Surf Club

Born To It - Freefonix VS. No Place Like Home - Freefonix

8:15 - 3:30 VS. last week/month/year - rain

Pointillize - Raccoon Fink VS. Tokyo Koya - Van

execute - ninty VS. Bloodlust - ninty

Better Red than Dead - KELChip VS. Bloodbird - KELChip

EGO - Powderpaint VS. Tax Evasion Scheme Artist - Golden Line

.. - subeteanatanoseidesu VS. Fictional Girl - cindersnow

Nighttime (I fall asleep) - SamX VS. No Time at All - MORE

GOTH BITCH DUB - 621 gecs VS. BORKYCORE - ida deerz (ft. kaj strife)

To.Get.Her - Nixis VS. Hyper Arcade - Glass Daydreams

Dusk and Dawn - Das Fi VS. Full of Light - Le Professeur

Between You and Me - Clementine Werchola VS. Digital Love - SilverTunes

I Wish Was Dead - Cherry and the Other People VS. Monmon_Fanmoran - Mochitsune

Splitter Girl - Weevildoing VS. Can Graze the Roof bring you back to childhood? - Anomaly Vector

Moongrains - Anomaly Vector (ft Gumi Ai) VS. Memories - Jens East (Ft Lotta Rasva) TIE

Black Plate - Profilgate VS. Ode to Janey Lou - FOE

It’s Murder - Skeleton Staff VS. The Dreaming - Marquis of Vaudeville

Best Friend - Taitoki VS. Chakra - Marnage

Rusalka and The Shepherd Girl - The Forgetmenauts VS. Minesweepers - Peter Bellamy

Four Tall Trees - Leslie Fish VS. Carmen Miranda’s Ghost - Leslie Fish

Butterfly/Drowsy Maggie - Double Indemnity VS. Captain Ward - Tempest

The Finchley Waltz - Robin Grey VS. The Trials Of Oscar Wilde - Alan John

Blood and Passion - Alexander James Adam VS. Winter’s Tooth - Alexander James Adam

He of Sidhe - Alexander James Adam VS. Curiosity - JTSteam

they say you see the sparrow fall - pabrizzer VS. Labyrinth - Madeline S

Star Fire - Julia Ecklar and Cynthia McQuillin VS. The Phoenix - Julia Ecklar

Liar and the Hound - Beneath Eden VS. Song For Sandy - Thirsty Moon

Snake in the Grass - Couch Slut VS. Bodysuit - FlooringCo

On a Walk - Fort Womb VS. Pause Button - Particle Devotion TIE

Death is a Girl - Skippocalyptic VS. Sea ll - Momoi ALLU

52 Pickup - Z. VS. Are You Underwater - The Gerbils

山谷澗 - Mysterain小雨樂隊 VS. Lately - Strip the Image

613 - FC the Kid VS. Never Be Famous - Hussalonia TIE

Too Hot - Jay Safari VS. Lhasa -Shapaley

We Made it - JAMIEvx VS. Collide - Harold J TIE

412 (coffin built for two) - Mollie Maxwell VS. Vampire Bop - Feel Spectres

No Bird Sing - Plastic Lines VS. Unretractable Fact - Second Person

SCARY* - EXIT ONLY VS. THREATS - ILLFIGHTYOU

Real Woman - comfort VS. Preserve - PETROLEUM! GENDERLOSS

See You in The Pit - Rotten Youth VS. No Proposals - Physical Plant

Rebels - Old Death Whisper VS. Maneater - Blue Eved Blondes

Candy - Joe Mama VS. la somnambule - La Femme Pendu & Damien Done

Center Stage - Howard Martin VS. Lethal Temptress - The Mendoza Line (COVER)

Gears of the Atom Man - Angels of Liberty VS. Inhuman Liberty - Dr. Arthur Krause

Wake Up Girl - Skeeter Truck VS. Pennies in my Pocket - Stamen and Pistols

Flower Gurl - Ronen VS. Dark Rip - Teen Girl Scientist Monthly

Heart of the TARDIS - Time Crash VS. Trust Me - Time Crash

The Machine - Asta Wylie VS. Not Yet - Leo and the Little Things

Grace - Raelle VS. Transfixed - Joss Smith, NUYD

Animal - Xisco Feijoó VS. No Me Lames - Natalia Cassis

Hyperphantasia - Fearful Earful VS. We Who Are About To Live - Le Professeur

Tonight Eternity Alone - Rene Claus VS. HEAD OF HOLOFERNES - lonely carp

Milá má - Nahore VS. Cardigan Sweater - Jasmine Kennedy TIE

Side B - Alohaha VS. Side A - Alohaha

The Binding Of Isaac - Schmekel VS. the man who wasn't there - A Fictitious Band

Let It Go - The Murder of Crows VS. Slip! - Bright Orange

Boy who Blocked the Sun - Demi the Daredevil VS. Rainy Day Georgia - Jayne Trimble TIE

Burn it Down with Math - Deuce of Gears VS. Camouflage - Ed's Redeeming Qualities

Reach - Rachel West VS. Haircut Song - Shannon Moser

BurnerPhone - Dirty Heathen (ft. Bittersweet Evergreen) VS. Reunion - Brent Spiner & Maude Maggart

Deadname Birthday - The Timewasters VS. Small Parts of Something Much Larger - Suns

STILL FEEL IT - caseJackal VS. Sunshine and Lollipops 2020 - Sad Snack

Smooth Operator - Supernothing VS. Say What You Want - Growth Spurt

Бетонные блоки - Truckdrivers VS. Mirèmèngies - Edona Vatoc

Have You Ever Seen a Duck, Like, in Real Life? - lisa the beauty queen VS. Zip Ties and SSRIs-Dinosawh

Housekeeper- Faun Fables VS. Kill the King - Rabbit Rabbit Radio

Caroline - Espers VS. Mega Mouse - Putrid Shark

Whiskey and Water - Parader VS. Tales of the Phantom Ship - Nathan

Raising the Dead! - Jessica Law VS. Lotus Eaters - Jessica Law TIE

Autism Murder Memorial- Fit to Work VS. All Cats are Beautful - Fit to Work

Moon - Feel Spectres VS. Blow Up the Moon - Feel Spectres

All For Me Grog! - Spud Bugs VS. A Place We Could Call Home (Turncoat Collective) - Spud Bugs

Reclaim - Porch Cat VS. Perspectives - The Cast Before the Break

Orpheus on Ice - The Small Calamities VS. Violin Concerto in the Key of Crippling Regret - The Small Calamities TIE

Paint By Numbers - From Fragile Seeds VS. Homme Offer Knee - Ben Below

Tomb Song - Nora Keyes VS. Hold My Heart - The Dune Sea

Each Time She Calls - Jessie Goslin VS. Daisies - Heather and Hay

A Catalyst - Blood Crying Twinks VS. flexible guy - clown residue

Howard - Demo - Mother Aiden VS. going thru it - teamonade

Blooming Strangely - Ginger & Pear VS. Pressed - Ginger & Pear

Alright! Heartcatch Precure! - Aya Ikeda VS. 恐竜あげみざわ★ - Kyouruu Friends

星の旅人 - Sayaka Senbongi & Yumiri Hanamori VS. Gyokuza no GEMINI - Eclipse

The End of the World - Fred Deakin VS. Weekend Anarchist - MEMODEMO

運命は “I" Love You - チームDEKAI VS. Endure Emptiness - Kain Vinosec

Heritage of Sampled Electronic World - KR. Palto47 VS. Ultimate Performance of Abandoned Magic Boxes ~Rack of Junks - KR. Palto47

Liminal Spaces - Logan Fredricks VS. 薔薇は美しく散る × 輪舞-revolution - okurigi66

297回の試行 - Image44 VS. 川のそばで - Image44

DiViNE - EXiNA VS. We'll make a monster of you - Freefonix

#not polls #poll related #obscure song tournament #long post

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keepcalmandwritefiction · 3 months

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If you are not discouraged about your writing on a regular basis, you may not be trying hard enough. Any challenging pursuit will encounter frequent patches of frustration. Writing is nothing if not challenging.

– Maxwell Perkins

#fiction #fiction writing #writing motivation #maxwell perkins #quotes #kcawf original #writeblr

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siremasterlawrence · 7 months

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HUMADROID: Five For Five

Mac Maxwell is a young black male living in New York City fell a sleep in his recliner feet up in the air. Toes pointed towards the flash of the television screen the picture roles on and again.

The screen suddenly lights up in a flash of good and silver blows up covering up the room. The light lifts him up into the air as if by any sort of magic shoves him backwards he is colliding with the television.

On impact it swallows him whole entirely it is transferring him in to a new world speeding down in to a magical realm. “Welcome dear friend to my wonderful world of mysticism and pure power.” A voice echoes through the halls.

“This is the world you live in a shit place hell hole of drama, evil and fucking asswipes but here. You can bring your imagination to life what one loses here others can find In spades. What do you think?” The man goes on breathlessly till he is finished.

“What is this place?”

“Heaven on earth or paradise “

“So basically it’s everything “

“Correct!”

“Why am I here?”

“To balance the equation.”

“Take what is yours”

“Make your heaven on earth”

“This will be a journey “

“Don’t bother to figure me out”

“I am and can be your best friend or worst nightmare.”

“Which one will it be?”

“Not my enemy for sure”

“Excellent!”

“Did you just snap that book into existence?”

“One of a million things I can do do”

“Why don’t you browse?”

“The HUMADROID catalogue? Are you in the business of building robots?”

Part 1

The smirks on his face grows widely out of his control pointing into the void as a whirlpool appears. Showcasing multiple video clips of a different guys and couples who have been transforming them into real dolls.

The room spins as he takes a bow flipping the tip of his hate bidding me a due he is backing up fading into the mist of the night and he watches him disappear into the darkness.

Mac stranded in this new world glees with great anticipation exciting within him flow of air current rushes with the descending of a few pods landing on the space pod placed within a grove of patched land inside laid seeds.

The young man greedily goes into series of processes in his new make shift laboratory to make a grand plan in which the scheme will be the likes of which no one else has ever scene and I will unleash in to the world by my orders.

The plants produce a certain color palate in theory that could create a unique hypnotic signature so I intentionally take a year off the grid to study its affects eventually with effort my color b is released to a rousing success.

One day Jamie is passing window shows as he pushes his shopping cart into hollow hall of the mall when one the glass window wow him emitting a multitude of lovely colors like a heat seeking missile the ray zips his eyes contact.

The man immediate struck off his center of gravity frozen in place in front of the window as the colorful display of the giant television screen switches different patterns his eyes match them like clones a ideal match like diamonds.

Soon enough his eyes are now devoid of any life his being completely wiped clean all that is eyes with static grey and colors much like on television and his mind is in endless loop of nothingness ebbing and flowing a new reality.

He was on his way to meet a friend but that is obviously not happening especially when his cell phone screen bings with a sharp resounding sound alerting him to the text but the message goes unanswered his friend.

Across from the mall a few blocks later his friend Ashley pissing off as per usual is off his pit drunk about to take another sip of his beer when his cellphone rings thinking it is Jamie he is about to scream at him but is cut off.

He places the cell phone to his ear hitting him in ear shattering noise sending a chill down his spine he locks in place beer in his hand the glass falls smashing in to the floor breaking in to pieces his mine completely left in shambles.

He is going completely blank in a states of deep shock and surprises his mind goes in to hyperdrive warping super fast holding him back he drops in to a pit of despair free falling endlessly into a bottomless black hole.

While he will join Jaime in just a pit behind his wall man takes a key the wall opens up

a key hole and the key fits perfectly turning the knob as the door swings to the side and he enters walking in he spits Ashley placing his hands on his shoulder.

Rubbing it he helps him up to his feet as he and his new subject walk off mindless into the void and Ashley is locked in the second pod next to his pal but being reprogrammed for service and I could not be happier with the outcome.

Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you might see it a night in the pod will do him just right in deepening my full on permanent control over his being inside

and out with no to rescue him but me he

is in for a treat.

As his body lay in status over the night I let the headphones place on his face by robot hands firmly and strategic held as the visor programs begin to project into his mind a laser forces his way to his mind in a heavy stream.

Ear buds slips into his ears like a radio the songs are blasting into his ears are playing so hard pumping reprogramming music on and on his voice quiets inside nothing else will ever matter.

The pods go dumb turning completely black encased in a seal of clear glass both of the are sinking into the ground below they will be indoctrinated into a life of us the robot mindless obedience.

Part 2

Nick Pickard is enjoying an early morning in the heat of the night barbecue burning so bright he is unaware of the sparks flying high above the area catching hold of the place.

The room lights up catching fire he trapping him instinctively he hits the wall hard as he crushes a bit the fire blocks him in a sea of chaos the fire reaches the brim of the roof exploding.

The kids of Nick Pickard arriving far to late watching the remains of what was there ex father they lose it bursting in to tears they both collapse from heat exhaustion and faint.

Ian, Glen and Nick feet are grabbed yanking them in to the grass they are dragging in to the grass and thrown in to a nearby pit of epic proportions in an endless sea of white steam.

The next three pods open welcoming them in a deep heavy thud they soon wake up as the top of the roof closes on them locking no rather sealing them in place for what is to come.

“Where am I? Hello?”

“Dad? Why are we here?”

“Dad? “

“Is he in a state of trance?”

“Hypnotized”

“Master? Come and get me”

“Master? Dad are you ok?”

“Obey him”

“You most obey Master”

“Mmmmmmm”

“That hum”

“I can’t stop”

“I’m humming too”

“Mmmmm”

“I can’t think”

“My mind is blocked”

“Am I hard?”

“Rock hard “

“Oh God.”

The end

#Jamie Lomas #Ashley Taylor Dawson #Nick Pickard #Adam Woodward #Danny Mac #fire #barbecue #forest #television #static #hypnosis #gay mind control #radio #vr

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karahalloway · 1 year

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A Leviathan Surprise

Fandom: TRR

Series: None - this is a one-shot

Pairings: Maxwell Beamont x Bertrand Beaumont (nothing sexual - just brotherly love)

Synopsis: Maxwell unveils a larger than life surprise for Bertrand's birthday

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: Posh British swearing, using the Lord's name in vain, oversized squid

A/N1: This is my off-the-cuff submission for Day 4: Friends and Family of the inaugural Maxwell Beaumont Appreciation Week, hosted by @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation.

A/N2: The idea for this one-shot was actually born back in December when @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation reblogged this post by @fictionangyl featuring the cover photo and the question 'Think Bertrand would approve of a little redecorating at Ramsford? 🤔' and the general consensus was 'no' 🤣 But I got inspired by the pic and the comments and decided that I had to immortalise this visual in a fic, because it was too perfect to pass up!

A/N3: I know I normally write in first person POV, but this drabble came to me in third person, so here we are 😇

A/N4: Since Bertrand is 33 at the start of (Un)Common Attraction, I guess that means that this fic takes place 3 years before the start of the social season.

A Leviathan Surprise

Maxwell was giddy with excitement.

Scratch that.

He was positively bursting with anticipation!

Bertrand was going to be home any minute now, and the young Beaumont could not wait to surprise his older brother with his... Well, surprise.

It was Bertrand's birthday, after all...

And even though Bertrand hadn't wanted a fuss made, much less a party thrown — because, let's face it, they were broke — when one of his thousands of Insta followers had tagged him in a post featuring this jewel of divine inspiration, Maxwell had known: THIS was it... the perfect birthday present for his brother.

The fact that it had cost the better part of an arm and a leg and had required several hundred dedicated man-hours to accomplish was besides the point.

Bertrand was going to love it!

And that's all that mattered.

Because this year — of all years — Bertrand deserved to be treated. And a bit of financial bother was not going to stop Lord Breakdance from properly commemorating his brother's epic milestone.

The big 3-0.

Bertrand was now officially (and irreconcilably) a grown-up.

So what better way to celebrate (or commiserate?) than by killing two birds with one stone?

The painting gallery had always held a special place in the Beaumont brothers' hearts. In large part because it was where their mother's portrait hung — young, beautiful, full of life, she beamed out at the viewer even though it was against the conventions of formal portraiture.

But then, their mother had never been a stickler for the rules...

...probably why everyone said Maxwell took after her.

But a dreadful summer thunderstorm last year had sent a 100-year old oak tree crashing through the roof of the wing of the House that the gallery sat in, leaving an unsightly hole in the ceiling. Which — even though it had been patched — had never been completely made new.

We have more important things to allocate our meagre funds on, Bertrand kept reminding him every time the subject was raised.

Well, no longer!

Maxwell had taken matters into his own hands — raising a chunk of the money through livestreamed charity breakdance-offs with prominent YouTubers, and receiving the shortfall via a last-minute cheque made out by a well-heeled benefactor — to not only bring the painting gallery back to its former glory, but to improve it!

Bertrand was going to love it.

He was sure of it.

In fact, he had never been more sure of anything in his life!

...apart from the time he had bought an entire ostentation of peacocks so he could perform a peacock wedding.

Because what better way to celebrate the fact that these beautiful birds mated for life?

...or was the swans...?

It didn't matter. The point was that Maxwell had become ordained so he could perform the ceremony of the two fowl becoming one with the necessary sanctity and gravitas.

And his brother deserved the same level of commitment and dedication to detail as those beautiful birds had gotten through the course of the two-and-a-half hour long marriage affair.

Just with a lot less poop.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Maxwell!" cried Bertrand, storming into the picture gallery. "What in the blazes is so urgent that it couldn't—? Oh, good God...!"

The elder Beaumont froze as he laud eyes on the centre-piece of the newly renovated space — the gargantuan papermaché kraken that sat suspended upside-down from the ceiling like some nefarious, overgrown bat, waiting to pounce (or fall?) on its unsuspecting victims.

The ominous creaking of the wires that held in in place didn't help matters either.

"Happy birthday, Bertrand!" exclaimed Maxwell, rushing up to crush his big brother in a celebratory hug. "May your—"

Bertrand deftly sidestepped the ill-timed PDA to thrust his finger accusingly at the ceiling. "What... in the name of all that is holy... is THAT?!"

"Your birthday present!" grinned Maxwell, completely unfazed by his brother's rapidly twitching eyelid. "Do you like it?"

Bertrand was visibly trembling. "It's... it’s..."

"Gorgeous?" prompted Maxwell. "Glorious? Utterly res—?"

"IT'S AN ABOMINATION!"

Maxwell's face fell. "Oh."

"What in the devil possessed you to conceive of, let alone spend money — money which we do not have, might I add! — on such a massive piece of macabre monstrousness!"

"I thought you'd like it..." Maxwell muttered sheepishly.

"Like it?" Bertrand spluttered incredulously. "I’d like to clobber you over the head with it! I'd—!"

A lone sniffle escaped the younger Beaumont...

...and Bertrand's shoulders fell.

"Oh, bugger..." he muttered under his breath.

Stepping up to what was left of his family, he laid a consolatory hand on his sibling's shoulder. "My apologies, brother. That was crass of me. I shouldn't have—"

"You hate it," lamented Maxwell, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"No, no!" objected Bertrand quickly. "I... I was simply caught off guard. It's not everyday that you see a giant cephalopod dangling from the ceiling."

"It's okay if you hate it..." whispered Max. "I... I'll just get it taken down and—"

"You will do no such thing!" admonished the elder Beaumont. "You've already frittered away God-knows how many hundreds of guilders on—"

"Thousands," corrected Maxwell.

"Thousands?" squeaked Bertrand, going deathly pale. "Oh, dear Lord in Heaven...!"

"2,375.97 to be exact," clarified Maxwell. "And that was just the materials."

Bertrand wheezed asthmatically.

"But it was all funded by charitable donations."

Bertrand snapped his head up. "Charitable? Donations? Who in their right mind would—?"

"Fund the creation of a one-of-a-kind avant-garde art installation?" asked Leo, stepping out from behind a neo-Greek pillar.

"And spend hundreds of man-hours elbows-deep in papermaché and glue?" added Chris, emerging from behind a curtain.

"Not to mention risk life and limb trying to attach the damn thing to the ceiling..." grumbled Drake.

"You?!" demanded Bertrand with wide eyes. "You were behind this?"

"We... may have contributed our respective skills-sets," admitted Leo with a sly smile.

"If by 'contribute' you mean 'got press ganged'..." muttered Drake.

"But it was all Maxwell's idea," added Chris. "He organised the fundraising, the equipment, the workmen, even the tea and biscuits."

"Those were good biscuits..." agreed Leo with a far-away look.

Bertrand turned back to his brother. "You... you project managed this shambles? By yourself?"

Maxwell shrugged. "I had to keep it a surprise."

"Oh, you silly muppet," sighed Bertrand as he wrapped his brother into an uncommon embrace. "There's hope for you after all..."

"So... does that mean you like it?" asked Maxwell, hope sparking in his baby-blue eyes.

"I... I think it may be a somewhat of an acquired taste..." admitted Bertrand with a shudder. "But I'm proud of you, brother. You finally showed me that you have what it takes to be a true Beaumont."

"A hereditary obsession with squid?"

"Pluck," smiled Bertrand, clapping his younger sibling on the shoulder affectionately. "And that is the best birthday present a brother can ask for."

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vamptastic · 6 months

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spoilers ahead if you haven't listened to wolf 359 and you like scifi and/or story podcasts (or if you don't wanna read a long analysis post) PLEASE go watch it and ignore the rest of the post. its so so so good i promise.

so ive been re-listening to wolf 359 for probably the fifth time on my weird old outdated patched version of spotify. and spotify does this weird thing where if you play something else, then come back to a podcast ep you're not finished with it goes back a minute or so, presumably to help you remember what was going on. and i usually skip the last few minutes of each ep when the barrage of ads starts. which means that as i go back and listen to it for the nth time, if i forget to manually skip to the next episode, each episode starts by playing the last minute or so of the ep until i find my phone and rewind.

and its actually been a shockingly fun way to relisten, especially as the show goes further and further from silly goofy space hijinks to serious suspenseful drama (with occasional hijinks). i'm just struck by how purposeful each episode is later on in the show (and earlier, but the episodes get more...purposeful as the plot starts reaching its climax). there's exceptions, obviously, but the general structure is half the characters doing something silly, while the other half do something important and serious, and the two contrast each other. and even though the two situations seem disparate and tonally opposite at first, they always end up being more of a parallel than a foil by the end. usually, this kind of dawns me in an "oh, that's what the point of this episode was" moment brought on by the last few minutes of the episode.

one of my favorite episodes, ep 34 "a matter of perspective" is a great example. half the crew is trying to restore the signal for alien transmissions, the other half is playing a terrible board game. this is also in the pivotal part of the show before our evil corporate overlords show up where we're getting to know jacobi, maxwell, and keppler in a relatively short period of time compared to the rest of the cast, and i'm always impressed by how fleshed out they were when they got a lot less screentime.

anyway the contrast here is really interesting. keppler is demanding the impossible from eiffel, and the rest of the crew sans jacobi are trying to win an impossible game (the accursed funzo). at the end of the episode, jacobi explains why keppler is doing what he's doing (side note: the whole military "demand the impossible from your subordinates" thing is so insane), and keppler remembers the end to his joke: the pig, despite its usefulness, despite the fact that it does fucking taxes, is still being eaten. slowly but surely. it's such good insight into kepplers character its such good writing! he is a corporate slave who doesn't realize it, he is a deeply talented man who is letting his entire life be consumed by people who do not care about him and his wants and needs and happiness for a cause he will eventually learn is abjectly evil. meanwhile, maxwell, hera, lovelace, and minkowski finish their game of funzo by collectively losing after playing for 10 hours. they are also pouring time and energy into something pointless! everybody loses!

anyway the reason i even mention the whole spotify rewinding thing is that i never really noticed the point of this episode until i listened to the end of the pig joke first. which is probably on me, the metaphor is really obvious in hindsight, but up until now i just thought of the funzo part of the episode as haha silly board game time. having the thesis of the episode presented first is making me realize how genius the writing was in episodes i previously didn't get. i think the entire show is kinda like this, i could listen to it an endless number of times because each and every episode has some kind of double meaning that isn't always initially obvious, especially when you go in blind not knowing that things are getting serious.

the only other work i've read so far that does something similar is probably house of leaves, which is designed to make you read it over and over and search for meaning and has 3+ plots occurring at any given moment. i'm just really struck by how masterful the writing in wolf 359 is that it can achieve a similar feat without the meta elements, nebulous plot, and multiple narrators that house of leaves has.

short version: i think it's really fucking cool how the end of each wolf 359 episode presents the thesis of the episode in a non-obvious way, and listening to the series while having the last few minutes presented first is helping me understand what episodes i didn't previously appreciate were trying to get across. wolf 359 is really fucking good, basically.

#i just really love it when something can be reread and each new reread is more enjoyable and lets you notice new things #feeds my need to overanalyze everything #anyway sorry to uhh all my mutuals and also w359 fans who dont wanna read all that #in my defense. i have adhd.#wolf 359

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Don't Starve Together (Wes x GN! Reader)

No on at camp liked having Wes around.

No one or thing in the Constant liked Wes at all, maybe besides the kids, but other than that most found him as an easy target or over all useless to the team.

Except you that is. Whether it was that fact that he tried to help and you saw his efforts or how he always was trying to bring others spirts up. Either way you liked having Wes around, and because of that you got put on...

✨Wes Baby Sitting Duty✨

"Wes got stung by bees again," Wendy says passing by you with a flower crown as a nervous Wes followed behind covered in bumps.

"(Reader), please tell Wes to stop making balloons," Wickerbottom says walking away while throwing part of popped balloon out of her hair.

"You owe me food (Reader). I mean it," Wolfgang warns you holding and empty bowl. "And ingredients, please" Warly adds.

"Take," Maxwell says before dropping the smaller French mime next to you.

It wasn't an easy feet, and most of the time the other survivors wondered why you were willing to help take care of him.

Every time you helped him it ended up with you having to kill monsters that were trying to hurt him, having to deal with other angry survivors, or dealing with his injuries (Sometimes even his death).

But in the end it was always worth it for the look of admiration in his eyes as he watches you work hard to keep him and other safe. The way he made sure you were fine mentally and physically at the end of the day. Could be the fact you both had feelings for each other.

You both hid it pretty well from the others (or so you thought). They could see the way Wes looked at you like a love sick puppy, or the black lipstick mark you may have missed while washing them off. They saw how you always were protective of him, even challenging Wolfgang to a fight for calling Wes weak. They saw you both sneak into each others tents at night.

Today was no different.

Waking up in your tent you looked down to see the mime wrapped around you torso with his face in your shoulder. Leaning down you pepper him with kisses cause the mime to wake up. Ruffling his hair you sit up being mindful of the still groggy Wes. Getting up you're quick to grab your gear for a hunt.

Giving one more kiss to his head you get ready to leave. "I'll be back late tonight try not to get in trouble," you say before leaving the tent. Meeting up with Woodie and Winona you three start to head out.

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"Let's call it a day," Winona says walking over with a back pack full of ores. "Agreed," Woodie adds arms full of wood. "Fine by me," "Alright let's start," Winona says lighting a torch and leading the way. "I'd says it has been a good day so for," Woodie says. "Couldn't agree more," You laugh hulling a dead hound with a bunch of honey combs and butterfly wings in your bag. "Don't you two go and jinx us now," Winona adds pointing a finger at you two.

Letting out a nervous chuckle with Woodie you three arrive at camp. "Were back!" You call out as you head over to the cooking station. "More honey comb for you, along with some monster meat," you say placing everything down for Warly. Then heading over to Wickerbottom and Wilson you hand over the butterfly wings. "For you," you joke taking a bow. "Thank you (Reader)," Wickerbottom says taking the wings with a smile at your antics.

"Where's Wes?" you ask looking around. "Stuck in a tree," Wilson comments not looking up from the broken ice box. "And you guys didn't bother helping?" you add. "We have more important things, and it was a low branch he can get down himself," Wilson finished. "Wilson," Wickerbottom warns before turning to you. "He's in the trees over there I believe," she says pointing a to patch. "Thanks," you mumble kicking the ice box as you passed by.

"Wes!" you called out looking for the mime hoping for a signal at the least. Standing still you start to hear the sound of someone making balloons. Following the sound you're lead to a fruit tree. "Wes?" you asking. Suddenly his head pokes out of the tree with leaves sticking out of his hair.

"Need help there princess?" you ask causing him to blush from the nickname but you wouldn't know because of his white face paint. Playing along he starts to act like a damsel in destress placing a hand over his chest and one on his forehead. "Alright jump down I'll make sure to catch you," you say holding your arms out.

Looking down frantically Wes shakes his head before making an arm breaking motion then pointing at you. "Wes please you're as light as a feather," you sigh. "Now please jump down love," Slowly letting go of the branch he drops down closing his eyes.

After a while of not feeling the ground he opens his eyes. Turning to you his eyes widen from just how close you were to him. "I told you I'd catch you," you say giving him a smile.

Deciding to continue his little act Wes gets all happy before lunches at you and starts to pepper you face with kisses. "Gah Wes!" you laugh losing balance by the sudden kiss attack and falling on the ground. After a while Wes pulls back taking in your whole face that was now covered in black lipstick.

"What were you up in the tree for?" you ask trying to cover the growing blush. Getting up Wes scrabbles to the base of the tree grabbing some of the fallen fruit to you. "Aw hun," you say getting up and walking over. "I appreciate the help, but next time you try please don't get in a situation you can't get out of," you say rubbing his cheek.

Glancing at your lips he looks back up at you with puppy dog eyes. "Alright," you says before swooping him down and stealing a kiss. Wes still weak at the knees and overwhelmed by your sudden action with a love sick grin, looked up at you.

"Love you Wes," You say kissing his forehead. To which his make a heart shape with his hands before kissing you on the cheek. Laughing at the action you help him back up before heading back to camp as you both sneak back in your tent together.

(Art by me)

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