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oncomingnight · 10 months

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Yandere! Film Director

"i couldn't have made this movie without you."

Hassan is an award winning film director, you'll see his movies in several pieces of media titled something along the lines of ; "The best Cinematography in Film" "Praise Worthy Film" "Critics' Favorite" "Standing Ovation for Hassan Samir" "Bustling Box Office".

He specializes in psychological horror movies, the genre has always been a remaining favorite of his since a child. He's always favored media that grabs you by the throat and asks you one important question by the end of the film. Seeing his major interest in such movies, he decided to take it upon himself and make his own. In screenwriting programs, the first task the students will have is to watch one of his movies and study it. He has come a long way with his work, some google him to see more of his work and are shocked by how young he js.

But, you cannot google Hassan Samir without seeing his beloved y/n l/n alongside him in the image section, it's bound to happen and he wouldn't have it any other way. The two of you are high school sweethearts and everyone finds that fact oh so endearing. You've supported him and his craft for so long, staying up with him writing up ideas, giving him advice on how to shoot a certain scene, assisting him in casting actors, deciding which songs to put into the soundtrack, emailing certain people. Your input is as valued to him as gold was to the workers in the California Gold rush.

Many people appreciate how he treats you when the two of you are behind the camera. He'll listen to every little thing you pitch and will actually put your ideas into action. This causes the scenes to turn out even better than they already were.

When he inevitably wins an absurd amount of awards, he will always take you with him on stage and insert you multiple times into his speech.

" I am incredibly fortunate to have this incredibly talented woman by my side. All of those films that you love so much, she has assured, assisted and advised me whilst they were in the making, I wouldn't be standing in front of all you if it wasn't for her. We're a two deal package. Y/n, you are the lifeline of these films, I will never quit thanking you for as long as I live. At times, I'll admit, I cry from the amount of love and affection I receive from her, it's overwhelming in the most blissful way possible. Obviously, I am thankful for everyone on my team but y/n will forever be my first priority. Thank you to everybody for coming out tonight."

His beautiful words made you rejoice and take pride within your work and who you chose to marry. You can only imagine the amount of envy yet adoration people all over the world had for your relationship.

While the two of you are at a public event with paparazzi present, he'll stand back and let you have your moment with the eager photographers. Don't mind him admiring the love of his wife. Oh, and don't mind his wandering eyes.

Hassan never fails in reminding you of the intense love he harbors for you. You're a haven for him after a long stressful day dealing with stubborn people, you're a place of warmth for him no matter the circumstance. If people knew how clingy and affectionate he was with you in private, well, I'm not gonna lie to you, they wouldn't be surprised. He nuzzles his head into your thighs and tummy, whispering and blabbering on about how much he missed you, how you should've seen the work day he had, how he's so glad he has someone like you waiting for him at home.

He's the type of romantic to kiss your hand after doing anything, focusing on the area where your wedding ring lies. Having cozy nights where the two of you are in cozy, fluffy robes after a warm bath together, he caresses your cheek before leaning in to kiss your forehead. It doesn't have to be a necessarily specific situation for him to spill his guts about the sinful things he'd do for you. About what he's done for you.

"You're too special to be tainted with the memory of that ابن الشرموطة, focus on me, on us. If only they knew what I've done for you, يا حياتي. But, don't worry, okay? They'll know soon. Very soon."

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forsaire · 5 months

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How Ghost and Soap demonstrate the five love languages to each other. They don't have just one as they will shower each other in love in every single way they can 😊😊

Physical Touch

Ghost loves touching Soap’s face. He’ll gently cup the side of his face and let his fingers trace down his chin, cheeks, and lips until he’s memorized every mark and feel even with his eyes closed. Ghost revels in the way that Soap looks up at him with complete trust and feels privileged he’s able to look into those beautiful blue eyes for one day more.

Ghost can’t get enough of Soap’s strong thighs either, their size just perfect for grabbing onto. He’s also quite the fan of a cheeky little ass grab when he’s feeling particularly frisky.

Soap loves touching Ghost’s hands and hair. Soap has gotten into the habit of absentmindedly playing with Ghost’s fingers when they sit together for meals, talk, watch a movie, or even rest their eyes in bed before falling asleep. He loves these hands that Ghost so often says are killer’s hands. But they feel so soft under Soap’s touch as Ghost allows them to be controlled so easily and maneuvered without fear.

Soap will also curl his fingers through Ghost’s hair, gently tugging at the strands and scratching his scalp in the way he knows Ghost likes. He usually tends to do this in the evening or when Ghost can’t sleep. Under his soothing touch, Ghost will quickly relax and soon be overtaken by sleep once again.

Words of Affirmation

Ghost hasn’t always had the most eloquent way of speaking. Words don’t necessarily come easy to him and he struggles with the awkward feel of them in his mouth some days. Often times, the words that Ghost expresses have deeper meanings that they both understand.

“Stay sharp.” – Stay safe. I can’t lose you.

“Do you want something to eat?” – Let me take care of you.

“I’m with you.” – I love you.

He way he speaks Johnny’s name is so tender and sweet that it can convey everything he ever wanted to say.

Soap on the other hand doesn’t have the same troubles with his words. He’s like a bull in a china shop in a sense. He has no reservation to say he loves Ghost’s. But one of his favourite things to do is pepper Ghost’s cheeks with kisses and softly whisper how beautiful he is into his skin. He’ll do it over and over again until he’s rewarded with a faint blush that spreads across Ghost’s cheeks.

Quality Time

Soap is an avid football fan and loves to watch the games on TV, getting very animated and passionate when he does so. Ghost isn’t that interested in the sport, but he still enjoys sitting next to Soap while they’re happening. He finds great entertainment in watching Soap’s face light up with happiness or fall in despair. Soap is also so passionate when he tries to tell Ghost who all the players are, what teams to root for, and even all the drama that has unfolded off the pitch. Although Ghost was never a huge football fan when he was younger, he recently found himself cheering for an amazing save alongside Soap during one of playoff matches.

Ghost is a fairly decent cook, having had to teach himself at such a young age, while Soap tends to like things that are done fast and easy. They enjoy cooking together, even if Soap just acts like an assistant the whole time. At first Soap was only allowed to cut certain vegetables and stir but the two of them have enjoyed learning together.

They both love going for drives and being outside when they’re on leave together. They’ll plan to enjoy the fresh air of a hike, climb, or swim when they get the chance. They’ll be out for 12 hours a day and come home exhausted to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Acts of Service

With Ghost having overused his body as a weapon for so long, he tends to get sore nowadays. When Soap notices one of these days, he will happily provide Ghost with a massage, especially around his shoulders and back. Rolling out the knots and pain, Soap will watch as Ghost melts under his firm and delicate touches.

Ghost also tends to forget to charge his phone at night, so Soap will do it for him. Usually Soap will find his phone buried in the bedsheets and put it to charge after Ghost has fallen asleep or he’ll remember to do it in the middle of the night. Ghost’s phone has never run out of battery but not for a lack of Ghost trying. To this day, Soap thinks Ghost still doesn’t realize.

Ghost will clean Soap’s weapons and sharpen his knives whenever he is doing his own. He always makes sure to take extra care with Soap’s belonging because it could be a matter of life and death. And Ghost is going to make sure they both come home at the end of the day.

Ghost also doesn’t mind cleaning, the monotony and routine of it comforting in a way. He never thought he would get the chance to do domestic things so it welcomes it when he can and enjoys the feeling of being “normal”.

Gift Giving

Neither of them tend to give each other many gifts and only do it occasionally. Their lives in the military have taught them to be able to pack light and move fast. Both of them find that no object can ever replace the excitement and joy they get from just being together.

After they get married, Soap gifts Ghost a set of dog tags engraved with Simon MacTavish. Professionally, Ghost still answers to Riley – they learned this the hard way with a couple of mishaps and callouts to the wrong person while on a mission which led to undue confusion. Therefore it made sense to keep separate names while on a mission. But everywhere else in Ghost’s life, he is a MacTavish through and through.

Ghost always knows when Soap is nearing the end of his notebook and gets him a new one before its done. He will also give Soap a new set of nice pencils to work with as well.

But the most important gift they ever gave each other was their simple, gold wedding bands that lay proudly on their hands.

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vanfleeter · 7 months

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Come and Eat // JTK

Author's Note: Quick Jake smut blurb inspired by the Amsterdam incident 👀

Characters: Jake x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors avoid. Smut. Fingering. Oral sex (fem receiving).

Today has been a lazy Saturday. Lounging around the house, watching movies and cuddling. He has one hand dug in your hair as he gently massages your scalp while the other one rests softly on your stomach. He applies a little pressure, pushing you closer against his body. His body heat seeps through the fabric of your t-shirt. He nuzzles his face into your hair and brushes his nose against the back of your ear. Your focus waivers on the current movie playing on the television screen. Part of your brain wants to keep watching to find out what Georgia is going to say to Ben. Will she break up with him? Or give him a second chance? But the other part of you is being pulled away from the movie as Jake slowly takes his chances and slides his hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Jacob..” You warn. You can feel his lips curl against your ear as he smiles.

“Mmhmm?”

“You promised to make it through one movie..”

“Baby…” He whines, pressing his lips to your ear. “Please?” He slides his hand between your thighs and cups your clothed center with his palm. “Just a little taste.. Please?”

You huff and nod your head. He kisses the side of your head and gives you a rushed “Thank you” before pushing himself upwards and sliding out from behind you. Resting on his knees on the other side of the couch, he pulls off your sweatpants and underwear and drops them to the floor.

He gently spreads your legs, a high pitched whimper escaping his throat as he gets a good look at you. “She’s just so perfect…” He bends over and flattens his tongue against your folds and licks slowly upwards. He hums in delight and nudges the tip of his nose against your clit.

He hears you moan and he smirks. Making himself comfortable on the couch, he goes to licking you, teasing you. Your hands find refuge in his wavy locks and give him a light tug. He glances up at you, your eyes already focused on him. He keeps his eyes solely on you as he slides his tongue in through your folds.

You feel his tongue darting in and out. “Jake..” You moan. “Are you gonna fuck me like you fuck your guitar?” His mouth curls into a smile again and he chuckles, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He dives in, completely sucking you dry. Your arousal painting his face a glistening sheen on his skin. You can feel his teeth grazing against your clit as his tongue jiggles it. He knows all of the right places. Even by adding his fingers into the mix pushes you right where he wants you to be. He keeps thrusting his tongue inside of you alongside his fingers until you’re finally releasing all over his face.

He hums and moans as he licks you clean. His thumb massages the inside of your thigh as he helps bring you back down from your high. He peppers your thighs with kisses and starts to leave a trail as he makes his way up to your face.

“You…are delectable.” He says as he kisses you.

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝔡𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣

pairing ❦ sorority!Wanda Maximoff x sorority!reader

summary ❦ it's Halloween horror movie night at your sorority and your best friend, Wanda, is more than a bit squeamish; but funnily enough, it's not the movies she's worried about

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; bottom!Wanda; lap sits because they seem to be a running theme in your requests this year; thigh riding; handsy cuddling; soft kisses because Wanda deserves them; copious pet names; humiliation; not really degradation, but Wanda gets talked down to playfully; clothed sex; public sex, but like.. in secret

words ❦ 3.4k

a/n ❦ yeaaaah this fic is late, but motivation to finish my Kinktober requests has been low so uhhh I hope you like lil baby sorority Wanda, I sure do

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“Hey, guess what?”

Wanda turned her head, searching mirthful eyes for a clue. “What’s up?”

“If you’re a baby then you’re my baby.” Her cheeks bloomed tomato red, Wanda suddenly grateful for the pitch dark room. You couldn’t see the color, but you could feel the heat on your shoulder through your t-shirt as she hid her face in your chest.

“Shut up, don’t say that.”

Wanda only joined the sorority because of you. She was shy and reserved, so opposite of your outgoing nature that when she ran up to you on rush week, declaring her pledge to the same group you’d been planning to your whole freshman year, you were shocked. Pleasantly so; the one downside to Greek Life was the reality of spending less time with your best friend. Wanda didn’t like it either, the idea of a huge group of girls she didn’t know occupying your attention with her nowhere around nearly kept her up at night. So she decided to join alongside you, simple fix.

She’d gotten in with no problem; quiet as Wanda was, she was so easily beloved it’d been easy to win over the council with her addictive laugh and sweet demeanor. Still, it was clear to anyone that saw the two of you together that Wanda only got in to be with you; Wanda being assigned your roommate in the house wasn’t a coincidence. The girl was at your side constantly, had been since she and her brother first transferred to your high school and you’d offered the twins a spot at your lunch table.

You didn’t mind; Wanda was cute, fun, and all around a supportive friend. There wasn’t a dull time to be had with her around, which is why you wanted her to hang out with you now. “It’s just one little movie marathon, Wands. It’s not that bad.”

Wanda was still hovering at the entrance to the expansive living room, lights dim as the other girls found their spots and decided what film to watch first. The Halloween movie night was a long upheld sorority tradition, a fun start to the month of October— too bad Wanda had always been too jumpy for the ones on their lineup. “It’s a horror movie marathon…”

“I don’t want you to be upstairs all by yourself on a Friday night, that’s sad.” Wanda didn’t budge, not even when you grabbed her arms and gave them a playful tug. “Come on, I’ll let you sit with me! And you don’t have to watch anything you don’t want to. I’ve got our favorite blanket?”

“I’ve got our favorite blanket!” Natasha brushed past you both, mocking your encouragement as she carried popcorn in for the group. She was something like friends with Wanda, but nowhere near as patient with her clingy nature, poking fun at it more than anything.

About a month ago, Wanda drunkenly confessed her crush on you to Nat, crying outside on the lawn after you’d taken some other girl to bed; since then, Natasha tried her best to encourage Wanda to come clean. As visible as Wanda’s dependence on you was, your reciprocal love was evident as a neon sign above your head. You’d never reject her, but so far, Nat hadn’t convinced Wanda. Plan B was to antagonize incessantly.

The redhead ruffled Wanda’s hair, poking the tip of her nose before backing away. “I see you’re babysitting again tonight or else I’d ask you to sit with me. Movies can get a little boring without something to do while watching.” Wanda wound her arms around you at her insinuation, holding tight while she glared daggers at the older girl.

“She won’t be bored! I’m right here.” It was no secret you thought Natasha was hot, even joked about sleeping with her a few times, but nothing serious. You only had eyes for Wanda and Natasha, well, she found you attractive, but she would never stomp on Wanda’s feelings so blatantly.

But she saw no harm in teasing you until Wanda decided to spill her secrets. All in good fun. “Possessive, are we? Don’t worry, I won’t take your toys, little one.”

Natasha walked off then, unbothered by Wanda’s prominent scowl and making her rounds to deliver snacks. Wanda wanted to be as mad as she looked and she was, to a point. Her crush wasn’t her only secret. While she hated being picked on, she couldn’t deny the taunts always left a dull ache in her belly that she never quite knew what to do with.

“Hey, don’t let her get to you.” You were already leading Wanda to the couch, settling in against the arm before motioning her to sit next to you. “I don’t care if you get scared, we’ll still have plenty of fun.”

“Yeah…” Wanda couldn’t be upset with your kindness, it was the opposite really. The only thing that changed the aforementioned ache was how much worse it got each time you reassured her. For years, her guilty pleasure had been basking in how good it felt to be doted on by you specifically, often playing up her worries just to get an extra pat on the head or kiss on the cheek.

It’d been annoying, but manageable until other people started calling her out for her behavior, the sick combo of being ever so slightly humiliated and then subsequently coddled by her favorite person never failing to set her off. Whenever you’d notice her blushing or how she folded into you each time she was questioned, you read it as shame and stuck up for her, protective friend that you were. How was she supposed to explain that made it all the worse? Now, in this house surrounded by girls who were always pointing it out, Wanda was growing more and more exasperated.

The lights shut off and Wanda curled up beside you, folding her knees under her and leaning against your shoulder. You were quick to pull the thick blanket over you both, taking care to make sure Wanda was nicely cuddled in before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “This okay?”

“Huh?” Wanda was too preoccupied with Natasha plopping down on the other end of the couch, making stupidly obvious thumbs up motions at her to fully understand what you were saying until you asked again. This time, the hand you’d placed behind her was smoothing out her hair and she had to swallow a gulp before she could respond normally. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Really, don’t worry about me.”

Your eyes followed Wanda’s focus and you spotted Natasha who, upon seeing your curious look, instantly shot a “have fun looking after the baby!” your way. You sent her an indignant finger back before turning your attention on Wanda once more. “Hey, guess what?”

Wanda turned her head, searching mirthful eyes for a clue. “What’s up?”

“Shut up, don’t say that.”

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The first movie was… okay. Wanda only ducked her face under the blanket three times which was a new personal record. Most of her issues stemmed from you honestly, how insistent you’re being in keeping her calm. Each time a jumpscare ran, you looked down, whispering your reassurances and nuzzling your cheek against your forehead. You’d been rubbing circles over her hip for the better part of an hour now and Wanda was dangerously close to losing her composure.

“How’s she holding up?” Natasha stretched herself across the couch until she was inches away from the cozy space you’d created for her and the younger woman huffed, stamping down the urge to push the redhead away. Instead she stayed quiet and let you do the talking; it wouldn’t be the first time. Besides, if she spoke up now, she’d give herself away. Natasha was too sharp to miss it.

“She’s fine, Tasha. Leave her alone.” You rolled your eyes, but your tone was light; Natasha was clearly still just joking. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you take her?”

She instantly shook her head; she couldn’t peel Wanda away from you if she tried. “I’m just surprised the little princess isn’t bundled up on top of you by now is all.” Wanda couldn’t be mad that Natasha was pointing out the obvious; if she wasn’t next to you, she was on you, but you claimed it was never an issue.

Never one to be too outdone, Wanda wiggled her way into your lap, settling down once her legs were on either side of yours. Surprise was clear on your face when Wanda looked your way, but she only grinned and stuck her tongue out at Nat. So much for staying quiet, “Go away, the next movie is starting.”

Natasha backed up, hands in the air as if to admit defeat, but her shit-eating grin never faltered. If she had to shove you two together by being annoying, so be it; unfortunately for Wanda, she was completely unaware of the other ways the taunts affected her.

Surrounding conversations quieted down as the second film choice started to play and Wanda let out a deep breath, figuring she’d survived another wave of torment. Until you bounced her on your lap, “Don’t be so grumpy, Natasha is just messing around.”

“Yeah? Well then you can stop messing around too and don’t jostle me. I was comfortable.” She grumbled, trying to ignore how much she actually liked it. Just enough friction for her to feel it, to hold back a groan.

Your mouth poked out in a pout, hands coming to cup Wanda’s pink cheeks, “Aww, is someone upset? What’s wrong, you’ve been weird all night.”

Wanda shook her head, craning her neck towards the television across the room as the movie’s intro blasted through the speakers, ignoring you in favor of whatever creature was crawling out of the lake. It didn’t last long; the instant that thing attacked, Wanda was cowering, shuddering against your chest.

“Wands…” Through her fear Wanda registered your hand on the small of her back making small circles that were supposed to be soothing, but currently only left her shivering for a completely different reason. When she whined, you took it as further distress and you’d had enough. “You’re having a bad time, I’m taking you upstairs.”

“No!” She gripped your shirt before you could move her away and this time when you looked her way, Wanda was close enough to really take in her flushed cheeks and nervous lip biting. “I’m fine, quit worrying!”

You were worried about her; when you all went to college, Pietro made you swear you’d look after his twin and you’d rolled your eyes because everyone knew there wasn’t a day that’d gone by where you weren’t taking care of your friend. You chose her over anything, always, even if tonight that was a movie night you’d been looking forward to for months.

“I won’t make fun of you for leaving, not seriously.” You nuzzled your face into the top of Wanda’s head before brushing your lips against her temple to hopefully calm her as you felt her fingers skirt over your hips. The actions made her the opposite of calm, but as her shuffling increased, so did your affection. It was a vicious cycle and Wanda was quickly falling behind.

“It’s not what you think.” If you knew the true source of her discomfort, she’d never be able to look you in the eye again. After you allowed her a few long breaths, you pulled her closer, missing how her legs tightened around yours as her clothed center met the top of your thigh. This was certainly how Wanda was going to die, she was sure of it.

“Then what is it? I only want to help, sweetheart.” You wouldn’t if you could see inside my head right now. She didn’t want to lie to you, not ever. Wanda wished you were more intuitive, really; as often as you’re together, you apparently never actually noticed her behavior. It was cute at first, having her little crush, but it was comforting.. the coddling… fuck, she couldn’t last another second. Not without you knowing how it made her feel. This wasn’t where she wanted to tell you, but you’d start to make a scene soon otherwise.

“You and Natasha, mostly you…” Wanda wasn’t looking at you, if she could, she’d surely lose her nerve. She changed a small movement of her hips, rolling them over your leg and hoping you could feel the ever building heat between her legs. You did. And as soon as you did, your concerned frown curled into pure mischief.

You let her fidget for a while, taking a cursory scan of the room before cupping Wanda’s face in your hands. No one was watching, even Natasha was giving all of her attention to the movie; there was no way you could pass this opportunity up. “What’d we do, hm, are you that annoyed with us? All you’ve done is complain about us bugging you all night.”

“That’s not- I’m not annoyed,” She’d hoped that much was clear by now, what with how she’d been rubbing herself on you like a horny teenager for the past few minutes. You weren’t stupid, maybe you’d only just caught on, but you were more than experienced enough to not have to ask what Wanda’s problem was.

“So you’ve been lying? What are you then?” Wanda didn’t say a word, face scrunched as she fought to get out of your grasp. You let her go and for a second, Wanda thought she was free. But then you were grabbing her hips, guiding her into your own pace, slow and deep, and Wanda gasped audibly.

It might’ve been better if you did just laugh and take her off your lap; she was terrible at keeping quiet. “Well it’s.. mostly it’s when you’re nice to me.”

“When am I ever not nice to-” Your brow furrowed, thinking over your behavior until that last piece clicked, your lips falling open in a shocked ‘O.’ Of course Wanda would be into that, of all things. Your heart swelled, now reliving every time she’d wiggled around happily when you’d tucked her into bed, smothered her in kisses, called her the loveliest of names; she was so precious, it hurt. “My darling girl gets off on being babied, is that it?”

It’d be stupid to deny it when her arousal was so obvious now, her underwear soaked and quickly giving way to the thin material of her shorts. You bounced your leg like you had earlier when her response didn’t come immediately and Wanda nearly drew blood biting the inside of her cheek. She couldn’t see anyone else in the room and she didn’t want to; your egotistical demeanor was more than she could take on already. “If you’d stopped like I asked, I’d be fine-”

“Not a chance! We’d be right here and you’d be so upset if I didn’t bring your favorite blanket or made you sit upright next to me. You hate when I’m not giving you my full attention.” Wanda so badly wanted to shout how untrue that was— but she’d be too loud and severely wrong.

You ducked down, peppering her face with kisses, innocent looking enough that anyone would think you’re just comforting your jumpy friend— only you knew Wanda was shaking not from fear, but lust. “Wish you’d told me sooner, I would’ve taken care of you, sweet pea.”

Wanda wanted to hear those words for so long, but actually experiencing them, whispered low in her ear was more than she could ever fantasize. “Then do it..” She grabbed your hand, tugging it further under the blanket between the two of you until you could feel the light cotton on her waist, “ Please? I’ll be good.”

“Yeah? You wanna be my good girl?” She nodded painfully fast, but you didn’t go where she’d hoped, hand skirting around to her backside, gripping her ass. The new angle was as perfect as she could get on a couch in a room full of your sorority sisters; her thighs parted further, neglected clit hitting the top of your leg as you steadily led her along.

Wanda left kisses along your exposed neck, clumsy and messy in her desperation. She longed to push you down, force your leg right where she needed, beg you to sink your fingers where she was currently clenching around nothing… For obvious reasons, she couldn’t — not here — and it made her so frustrated she could cry. “I know, I know, but you have to keep quiet.”

Much easier said than done; Wanda buried her face in the crook of your neck, muffling the moans she couldn’t force herself to contain any longer. The movie might as well have been yards away, the audio just a dull noise behind her as she worked to find her release on your lap.

You’d known Wanda for years, she wasn’t an open book, but you knew her better than she did. Her grip on your waist tightened, her hips stuttering as she lost focus, “Are you gonna cum?”

You felt more than heard her yes, a low hum of a whimper against your skin. “Go on, I wanna see you cum for me.”

A stray giggle from across the room reminded Wanda of her surroundings, suddenly tense in a bid to hide how close she was to falling apart. “B-But… everyone’s here…”

“Oh, shy little thing.. no one will know, I won’t tell.” True, no one was looking at you, too engrossed in the action on screen or their own side conversations. You’d never dream of saying anything about this anyways; you were never one to brag, especially at Wanda’s expense. “Our little secret, pinky promise.”

It only took a few seconds for Wanda to let go, shaking against you as she sank her teeth into your collarbone. When she settled she realized how uncomfortable she was, too warm under the blanket, but unwilling to look more vulnerable than she already did curled up in your lap. You kept her close, shushing her as Wanda pulled herself together. She could feel her release pooled where she sat, embarrassment creeping up in her chest the longer she had that wet reminder. “Now I’m all sticky…”

“And whose fault is that?” She hated that you pulled her away, even if it was just to give her a cautious once over. You didn’t seem to mind that Wanda ruined one of your favorite pairs of lounge pants, but that didn’t make her feel any better. Your face softened as you took in her awkward squirming and nervous eyes, for as much as you teased her, Wanda really was a delicate little thing. “What’s wrong, baby doll?”

“I don’t want to watch scary movies anymore…” Wanda didn’t regret it, not at all, but where she’d let it happen was possibly the most risky thing she’d done her entire life and while she seemingly hadn’t been caught, she was mortified as the mess she’d made.

“Want me to take you upstairs?” Gentle thumbs smoothed over Wanda’s cheeks, feeling their lingering heat under your fingertips. Your favorite movie was up next, but you wouldn’t enjoy it with Wanda so unsettled and it wasn’t in your nature to send anyone off after sex, especially Wanda. Never her. “I’ll get you all cleaned up, then we can sit in bed and watch whatever you want, does that sound better?”

She agreed instantly of course, the offer of having you all to herself once more too good to pass up. Wanda was being selfish, she knew it, but she’d always been this way when it came to you. This time when you held her to your chest it was so you could stand, securing her legs around your midsection, arms under her for support.

The movie was at its climax, making it easy to slip away without anyone noticing, well, mostly everyone. As you rounded the back of the couch Natasha caught your attention. Wanda didn’t notice, her face firmly attached to your shoulder to avoid accidentally making eye contact with anyone who might’ve caught her being quite literally carried away, but you felt your friend swat at your thigh when you walked past.

You only looked down for a moment, not wanting to worry the girl in your arms, but the split second you locked eyes was enough to catch Natasha’s satisfied grin. “Fucking finally, I was getting tired of bothering Wanda every day.”

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ponett · 9 days

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while its tempting to ask you about the latest sonic twitter drama involving the opinions of teenagers ill instead ask if youve seen the "Sonic The Hedgehog from my persective"thing Ken put up on his blog? its mostly just details from her personal life and otherwise pretty well known stuff about how the production of the comic went as a product alongside SatAM but one thing he brings up is apparently there was a bunch of support from SEGA on the Sally Miniseries because according to him a SALLY GAME in Development they were promoting at an NYC Toyfare show.

which as someone who considered himself pretty knowledgeable about obscure Sonic stuff is news to me. the only thing close if that SatAM based game that got at most a proof of concept animation.

(link to the blog post)

"This was probably because Archie kept pushing back the release of the mini-series. as they never wanted to do it in the first place, but SEGA pushed for it. What SEGA probably never told Archie was that they were entertaining releasing a PRINCESS SALLY video game, which they were promoting at the 1995 Toyfare in New York City."

There's a LOT of great info in this (that I will absolutely be citing in my big video lmao), but yeah, that Sally game stuff... It's fascinating to hear about this from him, but I think this is something we knew about? There had long been the rumor that the Princess Sally comic miniseries existed in part because Sega wanted to gauge interest in the character, with the potential for a Sally game. I said as much when I covered that miniseries on TKP a decade ago. But it's nice to have a definitive quote about it from Penders that isn't on a long-dead forum or something, so I know that isn't just a rumor fans made up

Granted, I have no idea how serious Sega actually was about the idea of a Sally game. This is coming from Penders, the same guy who overstates how possible it was that his Sonic movie pitch would ever get made. It's entirely possible that one of the Sega licensing guys was floating the idea at Toy Fair just to gauge interest, but nothing was ever seriously in development. I also wouldn't be at all surprised if this was purely a Sega of America idea that SoJ had nothing to do with

Still, crazy to think how differently things could have gone

#anon #ask

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littleredwing89 · 1 year

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PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 8

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) apologies for no tag list, still trying to get it working and get back into the swing of things xoxo

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Jason looked up as you wandered into the kitchen with three bags of popcorn under your arms. He chuckled and put down the newspaper he had, “What are these for?”.

“Movie night, duh!”, you grinned and grabbed some bowls out from one of the kitchen cupboards. You emptied the salt popcorn into the plastic tub, ignoring the small frown on his face.

“Which movie?”, he sounded suspicious and rightly so. The last film you’d both tried to watch ended with you under him on your couch. Not that you were complaining about that too much.

“It's a good movie, I swear”, you winked and slipped a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

Jason made his way across to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “It better not be like the last one”.

You scoffed, ignoring the blush covering the bridge of your nose, “I think you enjoyed the last one thoroughly”.

“Hmmmm”, he pretended to think, his voice dropped low, “I don't believe we ever finished that”, he dipped his head and trailed kisses up your neck.

You bit back a moan working it’s way up your throat, “We could try again if you want?”.

“Is that a smart move?”, he breathed against your flesh, enjoying the way your skin prickled against his stubble.

Sliding your hand down his front you sighed in bliss, “Mmhmm”.

Just as your fingers hit the waistband of his joggers, everything in the apartment went pitch black.

“What the-”.

You laughed and pressed your forehead into his chest, “I’m guessing that's a no from the universe then”.

Jason grumbled under his breath, tearing himself away from you and wandering across to the fuse box. He growled irritated and started flicking the red switches on and off repeatedly with no luck.

“Oh for fucks sake!”.

“It’s just a power cut”, you chuckled to yourself and stroked your hand down his spine delicately, “Relax, don’t you have any candles?”.

He sank into your touches and closed his eyes, enjoying the waves of calm you radiated into his stiff body, “I do”.

“And you never thought to use them to set the mood?”.

Jason grunted, “That’s a fire hazard…plus I don’t need candles to get you in the mood”.

You grinned, “You’re such a buzz kill!”.

He rolled his eyes and moved across the kitchen, “I think I have them here somewhere…”.

“Why don’t you go light the fireplace”, you moved him out of the way, “And I’ll sort out the candles”. You opened the cupboard next to the oven and found the candles easily. You’d spent so much time here now you knew your way around his kitchen, often finding things quicker than Jason.

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He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually used the fireplace. Maybe he hadn’t. He watched you potter around the living room, dotting the candles around sporadically creating a soft romantic glow.

“Maybe I should use these candles more often”, he mused, unable to take his eyes off your beautiful smile.

“I thought it was a fire hazard”, you teased.

Jason huffed out a puff of air. He didn't want to admit that seeing you smile was all he needed. Regardless of the impending fire risk.

“As long as they’re under control it’s fine”.

You giggled more and finished lighting the last few candles around the living room before heading over to the fire, “There goes our movie marathon”.

“I can think of a way to pass the time”, he winked across at you, patting the space in front of him.

“You’re insatiable”.

“Only for you”.

You sat down on the soft fur rug facing into the blazing logs, with your arms wrapped around your legs and clasped in front of your shins. Jason pulled you between his open legs and you relaxed, leaning back onto his chest. You let your head relax against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut at the gentleness of his actions.

Jason folded his arms alongside the outside of yours, to match their bend and bring a little extra warmth to them. It was a moment of sheer bliss. His senses were filled with the citrus scent of your hair. Your shampoo bottle pressed up against his in the bathroom. His head leaned down to inhale the fragrance of your skin, and his lips kissed the intersection of your neck. Jason smiled and smoothed his touches along your shoulder. You released a long and rather languorous sigh, with just the hint of a moan floating on it. The first kiss led itself to a long, slow series replicating the first wherever his lips could reach.

“Jason…”.

You let your head and shoulders droop forward, and in doing so let the shirt's right shoulder slide slowly down your arm, bringing the neckline along. Jason leaned forward again and gently kissed the back of your neck enjoying the way you shivered, his stubble scratching you perfectly. He saw that the shirt’s; his shirt; other shoulder had fallen as well. The elegant silk cloth was now loose and slowly uncovering your strapless bra, along with the perfect curves of your breasts.

Jason’s hands still covered yours, and he lifted them up to touch your supple flesh, pulling you into him tighter. He felt a tremor somewhere inside you when both of your paired hands reached the soft skin left exposed by your lace bra.

The thrill of your hands touching your soft breasts together made him groan into the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning over your skin. You purred at the sensations. You slipped your hands out of his and pulled the bra down, letting his hands envelop your bare breasts.

Jason forgot to breathe momentarily. You melted into his touch. His hands alternated between palming your breasts and teasing your nipples with his thumb and fingers. You moaned, arching further into his hands, the sensual delights sending tremors across your whole body.

Slowly you twisted round to kneel between his legs, rising up on your knees in front of Jason. Your breasts bounced tantalisingly in front of him, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He reached around behind your back, now warm and damp from the heat of the fire, and pulled you towards him.

Gentle kisses brushed over each of your nipples before his tongue traced over the tips. You gasped, hands tugging his hair sending sparks of desire down his spine. His teeth grazed them, tugging them to hardened peaks. Jason looked up and fell under the spell of your smouldering eyes, radiant again with their own light in silhouette from the fire burning next to you.

Rising to your feet, you reached down and quickly pulled his shirt straight over your head, tossing it aside leaving you in nothing but a pair of black lace pants. His hands had slipped up the velvet softness of the back of your thighs to pass over the lush curves of your ass, tracing the edge of the lacy fabric. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, suppressing the obscene moan. He pressed his face forward and kissed the front of your pants, his hot mouth working over your clit.

“Jay…”, you whined low, legs shivering with pleasure.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties before dragging them tortuously slow down your legs. The lace created a delicious friction against your heated skin. They dropped to your feet leaving you completely bare in front of him. The amber glow of the fire lighting your body perfectly to Jason. He knew you were stunning but this was completely different. The way the flames highlighted every inch of your curves, making you look like a goddess emerging from the flames.

Your fingers bunches in the material of his T-shirt, tugging lightly. You didn’t say anything. Jason’s arms bent behind his head as he lifted it off revealing the expanse of his solid chest.

“Lie down princess”, he kissed the insides of your thighs.

You sat down gently, Jason guiding you slowly back onto the rug. The fur felt like silk under your skin. He hovered over you, nose tracing yours before he kissed your lips. Your legs fell open, letting him settle between them perfectly. His lips curved at your reaction.

He let his hands travel the lushness of your body, followed closely with hot, opened mouthed kisses. You writhed under him, the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach. You needed him impossibly closer.

Jason’s tongue dipped into your navel before dragging down your body, settling between your wide open legs. You murmured his name repeatedly, fingers twisting into his dark locks, trying to guide him where you needed him most.

His tongue ran along your dripping slit and your thighs clamped around his head. He groaned against your pussy and pushed your legs back open, holding them there. The vibrations of his moans sent waves of pleasure through you.

He swept his tongue through your folds several times, before wrapping his lips around your clit. You cried out and gripped his hair, tugging harshly. He smirked and flicked it, earning more beautiful whimpers.

Your hips thrashed against his mouth, aching to tip over the edge. Jason followed the spasms of your body, allowing you to chase your high. He slipped two fingers into your gushing core, feeling the wet heat instantly wrap around him. The thought of sinking his cock into you and feeling you cling desperately to him made his shaft twitch with excitement.

You released his hair when you felt the first wave of your orgasm crash. You gripped the rug behind your head and sobbed his name, your desire soaking his face. Jason didn’t let you go, coaxing you into another earth shattering climax with his tongue. Shuddering spasms wracking over you.

When he pulled his face away from your dripping core, he looked up at your slick body covered with a thin sheen. Damp from the sweat of the fire and your orgasms. Your chest heaved as you took in greedy gulps of oxygen, steadying yourself. Jason couldn’t tear his gaze away. The glare of the fire bathing you in a mystical orange glow. You looked serene.

When he made his way back up your body and kissed you deeply, it took you by surprise to feel the length of his naked body pressed into yours. He’d rid the rest of his clothes. Your hands rubbed down his back, nails dragging down his spine when you felt his cock stroke through your sopping folds. His muscles flexed and he groaned into your mouth. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it caressed yours with a softness you weren’t used to with him. The kiss shook you.

One of his hands inched down your side, feather-light before hooking your leg around his waist. You sighed happily into the kiss, nails scraping against his scalp. Jason pushed his hips forward and sunk into you slowly, groaning huskily as your tight wet walls wrapped around his cock perfectly.

Hearing your muffled cries against his lips encouraged him to thrust deeper, the drag of his shaft eliciting ripples of pleasure across your body.

“Fuck”, he muttered against your kiss swollen lips, his stubble prickled your cheek when he rubbed his to yours, “You feel perfect”.

Every sensation heightened the want coiling inside you. Ripping through your core and up your spine. Every touch was euphoric with hidden sensuality.

“Jason-oh!”, your voice threaded through his mind. Your desire made his cock pulse inside you.

He propped himself up with his elbow next to your face twisting with delirious passion. The silken fur brushed against his skin, it was a nice sensation, but nowhere close to how you felt under him. You lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, aching to feel him deeper. The way he caged you with his arm made your pussy flutter around him. He growled in your ear, his thumb stroking over the dip of your hip bone.

You tilted your head back, murmuring delicate praises. Without thought his lips traced the line of your throat, littering it with kisses as he drove harder into you. The moans escaping your mouth vibrated deep from your chest and Jason felt it as he kissed along your collarbone, nipping occasionally.

Like the surf crashing against the shore, your climax washed over you with the force of a tidal wave. You saw a blinding white light behind your eyelids as you sobbed his name. Nails clutching the back of his neck as you rode your high, thighs quivering around his waist.

The intensity of your orgasm and the way your core clenched around him, Jason followed you off the cliff edge falling into his own powerful end. He groaned your name deeply, his damp forehead pressed against your chest. His cock pulsed as he emptied thick, ropes of cum inside your pussy.

You stayed like that. Entwined together as the flames of the fire danced away, licking over your bodies. Occasionally kissing, fingertips stroking over one another. A type of intimacy one would share only with their lover. Nothing was said. You didn’t need to. You both felt it. It was obvious. Something had shifted.

Jason carried you to bed that night. His strong arms lifting you into his king sized bed. When he placed you onto the luxury linen, it was the only time you were out of his embrace. The second he slipped under the sheets, he pulled you back into his chest, moulding his body around yours. You hummed happily, your hand squeezing his forearm draped over your waist. The weight of it made you feel comforted. Secure.

“G’night princess”, his voice rasped, tickling your ear before he kissed the spot behind it.

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couldawouldashoulda50 · 7 months

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The Distance and the Time Between Us

A/N: So this is my attempt at writing my very first series involving William Nylander.

Overall, it is more or less a “right place, right person, wrong time” type of storyline. The fem reader grew up outside of Toronto and is gifted in all things music. She’s had world-wide success as part of a band as well as a stellar solo career. She’s been bestowed with absolute (perfect) pitch and has been categorized as one of the best singers/musician/songwriters of recent time.

Where it was suitable, I have tried to be accurate with various facts but I will at certain points be changing reality around to aid in the story. I guess that’s the beauty of fiction; you can snap your fingers and make it so, no matter what it is.

Not to sound like I’m accepting an Ocscar, but I wanted to thank @leafs-lover and @spine-buster for interacting so kindly with me as a newcomer to this space, and for reading through the first iterations of my thoughts blurted out onto the page.

Not to beat this to death, but I’m still figuring out Tumblr so hopefully I won’t make a giant mess of things as I post each new segment.

Warnings - allusions to sex, swearing, end of a relationship, I think that’s it

Word Count - 3.8k

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September, 2021

The end of the evening hits differently than you thought it would.

A few hours ago, up on the bandshell stage with your bandmates, Brandon (the guitarist, alongside you, and vocals), announced to the audience that you and the band were taking a step back from performing, recording and touring. For the past decade (give or take), the band that you co-founded with Brandon had achieved remarkable success along with fame and fortune. You all had far exceeded the low expectations that many had when you began your music careers together.

And it was time….in fact, it was very much overdue.

Personal lives are albeit neglected in order to reach this pinnacle of stardom and for once, you all mutually agreed that it was time to give up the rigours of a touring band and enjoy life. After all, for all that’s been sacrificed, you all deserved it.

The other members, Maebh (bass, vocals) and Colin (drum, vocals), together had their blossoming family to look forward to. Brandon and his partner wanted to pursue other musical interests. There was a sense of excitement, and relief, leaving behind the pressure-cooker lifestyle that your lives had become.

And then there was you.

In one sense, you had been dreaming of this moment for years. Almost complete freedom from all the commitments from both your explosive solo career, and the band from which you emerged. Until now, it had always been one more appearance, one more record, one more song, one more tour, one more interview, one more movie - year after year after year. On the surface, you were one of the most successful and sought-after musical artists of the past 10 years. Coupled with your band’s success, your individual success had been nothing short of magical. The drive and determination you possessed, alongside a bit of luck and (mostly) sensibility propelled you up to and through the insanity of stardom. You always made sure you kept grounded and were full of gratitude, always keeping your humility intact. You had become, in the eyes of the entertainment world, the epitome of grace and etiquette under such scrutiny and pressure.

On the flipside, you have been grappling with an overwhelming sense of despair and an ache deep within that you can almost taste since the moment the band made its decision.

Now that this last performance was in the books (and it was an incredibly successful one at that), you sit in the backseat with your sullen thoughts as your driver navigates the SUV towards your Toronto home. You glance over to your manager, Evelyn, and choke back a sob - your throat constricts and you bite your lip to try and will back the tears that threaten to fall.

Evelyn's typical stoic demeanour softens for a moment, and she grabs your hand; she's well aware of what has gotten you in this state.

You return to staring out the window; your mind replaying what you’ve sacrificed for your career and the fear of the unknown with your future.

The reality is that it's not what you've sacrificed, but whom.

It was when you saw William in the crowd tonight, surrounded by peers, teammates and countless beautiful women, the pit in your stomach formed. You weren't prepared to see him and God, he looked better than anyone should ever be allowed to.

The pit grew as you saw him singing along to the songs sung by your voice.

It grew even more as you saw his eyes fixed on you perform alongside some NHL players and other hockey notables in attendance who came up on stage to sing their favourite songs with you - clearly fueled by the liquid courage that was in abundance at the event.

The pit became virtually unbearable as you saw him laughing and dancing with a beautiful girl that was not looking like anything plutonic. At least not in the way she was clinging onto him.

It was no small feat to get through the rest of the night, performing and interacting with the crowd as effortlessly as you did. Trying not to focus on the thought of him being close enough to breathe the same air as you. If you glanced his way, you forced yourself to dismiss the idea that he was often stealing glances back at you, or the notion that perhaps he might still want you as much as you clearly still wanted him. You became a master at suppressing your feelings in the past and tonight was no exception.

It had been almost two years since you last saw or heard from William.

At the start of September of 2019, you and William found yourselves yet again in a familiar place in life; William beginning another hockey season, single, after he and his girlfriend had parted ways during the summer and you returning to your home town of Toronto to visit loved-ones after a summer of festival performances and travelling.

Your calendar was full with invitations to many high profile events in the city and your attendance always drew quite a crowd. As usual, you were attending all of the events alone which seemed to be mercilessly pointed out by every entertainment news correspondent that lined the red carpet. William would catch a glimpse of you on TV as they showed you arriving at a film festival party or an exclusive restaurant, and soon thereafter, you'd receive a notification from him on your phone.

That is how it always started; a few sweet and flirty text messages, then a couple of phone calls and not long after, you and William would be tangled in the sheets of either your luxurious Toronto home or at his hi-rise condo that boasted an incredible view of the city. It was such a natural and easy existence when you were together. As overly sugary as it might sound to most, your insides felt like there were beams of sunshine that would radiate through your body from the sheer sight of him. Somehow, you always felt calm and at peace in his presence.

Simply put, it always felt incredible spending time with him and it always brought out the best of you. You felt happy and it was very apparent William felt that way too.

However, true to the pattern of the past few years, you would need to leave again, having to depart mid-way through October for an unknown period of time. You had several performances booked throughout Europe, Asia, and Australia followed by more exclusive appearances for royalty and dignitaries around the world. Leaving William throughout the years under these same circumstances only became increasingly difficult, leaving you both heart-sick for a time afterward. Eventually you both would bounce back and resume life without too many broken-hearted thoughts about each other swirling around in your heads.

You and he had often discussed trying a long-distance relationship, only for you to hold firm on your initial refusal. You had always maintained it was not fair to him to have no say or input on when you could see one another. You felt it was too much to ask someone as young as him to have to stand by and watch everyone around him celebrate with their significant others, or be consoled by them, while he has to go it alone. He deserved to be in a relationship where both people were utterly devoted to one another; you desperately wanted to be that person but your contract obligations just kept stacking up against you and those circumstances were out of your control.

Once you had returned to London, sitting alone in the new opulent townhome you had just bought in Knightsbridge, you had made the decision on a dreary November evening in 2019, that it was time you fought for what you wanted; the man you had fallen in love with.

Calculating the time difference, it was nearing dinner time in Toronto on William’s day off. Barely able to contain your excitement, you sent William a text asking him to call you. It wasn't long before your phone rang and the familiar picture of his jersey appeared on the screen. Your excitement quickly dissipated once you answered; it was clear from his low, soft tone that this call was not going to be a happy one.

Before even getting to your reason for wanting to talk, you had asked if he was ok. He paused for a torturously long period of time and said he was not. He explained that it had become too much for him after these past few years to be on this rollercoaster of being lovers (mostly secret lovers at that), for such short moments in time, only to have to watch you leave again and again and never being certain when you’d return. He wanted to be able to give all of himself to another and up until that point, he had quietly kept a part of his heart solely for you. To pour salt into an open wound, he finally added that the level of celebrity you had reached was not something he felt he could handle as the pressure of being inevitably thrust into an even bigger spotlight is not what he wanted in a relationship.

An extreme ache travelled through your body. You felt blindsided. Perhaps it wasn't for the reasons that William rhymed off for wanting to essentially sever ties with you, but more that you had finally succumbed to your deep feelings of love for him and now it was too late. Your heart completely shattered from his words as the visions of your future with him disintegrated into nothingness.

William quietly apologized, his voice barely above a whisper. He said he had to go and hung up, never giving your brain a chance to catch up or for your voice to speak.

Once the call ended, the friendship you had with him ended. In your mind, he became an apparition - nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

The many memories that you had of the two of you together became too much to bear and with that, you clicked into total self-preservation mode. You no longer followed him or his siblings on any social platform. Aside from a select few, you limited your interactions with the Maple Leafs, many of whom you had become friends with over the years along with their significant others. You wouldn’t watch game highlights or check scores - you untethered yourself from anything to do with William.

It was not long after that painful conversation that you heard William and a previous on-again/off-again girlfriend were back together. It was exactly what you expected, which was of little comfort. The heartache you felt was profound and rather than giving yourself time to grieve or heal or whatever you needed to do, you allowed the loss of his existence in your life to harden you. Save from your close friendships and your family, you no longer cared about the love aspect of a normal human life.

Between rehearsals for your tour, you threw yourself into writing music; sitting for hours on end in your state of the art recording studio on the lower level of your home. Up until that point, you had a massive catalogue of songs that, at the very least, uplifted people. The message of your songs had now transitioned to loss. The record execs salivated with each song you presented - dollar bills in their eyes given the huge music market for words rife with longing and regret. Even the accompanying music you created held the same vibe; music that would make the hardest person want to weep. As time went on, your songs were released under the guise of other popular singers. The releases were wildly successful which further catapulted your reputation into the stratosphere, being deemed as one of the most talented songwriters in current time. With all the notoriety, you found it difficult to embrace the new heights in popularity and monetary gain, given that it was all based on the inner turmoil of someone that felt as broken as you did.

There was a domino effect with shutting down the pleasure side of life; your once effervescent personality was replaced with forced smiles and you were noticeably disengaged in conversation. The change in your demeanour didn’t go unnoticed with your circle of friends. Forever begging you to come out before you departed on the first leg of your tour, your friends tried to rally around you, nearly breaking down the double doors to your home to let them in.

Even the rare times you relented and allowed them to drag you to all the exclusive clubs that dotted London’s Soho and other districts close by, you ended up drinking little and leaving early.

Despite how you felt, you always looked exquisite, dressing in elegant attire that perfectly accentuated your shapely figure, and hair and makeup that were magazine worthy. Other than writing and recording music, dressing up was one of the few things that surprisingly made you feel better, even if it was for a fleeting moment.

The good feelings were often chased away as a result of the jeers and catcalling which inevitably started from the snobby and ill-mannered men that occupied space at each club. What these men had in money, from their aristocratic lineage or otherwise, they lacked in every trait you valued. If it didn’t make you feel ill first, it made you seethe with rage with their greasy, vulgar, drunken comments about what they would do to you if they got you alone. After berating them for their tastelessness, and saying apologetic goodbyes to your friends, you would leave to go home. The rage that coursed through your body would then dial down to frustration which would then lead to a pit of sadness.

Washing the night off in your oversized bathtub, you started to sob. Tears streamed down your face forming tributaries along your cheeks to your jawline before dissolving in the hot bath water. You missed William totally and completely. His friendship. His laugh. His face. His touch. The way he felt under you or on top of you. The way he looked so disheveled when he’d first wake up. The taste of his tongue against yours. When he teased you of how badly you suck at every video game you tried. The list of things you missed about William felt endless. You were certain, more than ever now, if you were to ever try to love again, you would have to settle for someone that was a distant second to him. That thought broke you even more.

As the days leading to the end of 2019 grew shorter, and weather more miserable, your mood and thoughts about William changed, seemingly adopting the climate that surrounded you. You started to convince yourself that perhaps the feelings you and he shared weren’t really real; perhaps he had been wheeling you since you met. Your thoughts continued to darken when you realized you were likely nothing more to him than just a convenience when he was in between relationships; he used you like a disposable girlfriend…once you would leave for your next project, he was totally free to move on to someone else. For all you knew, maybe you were amongst a string of girls he was wheeling. It would not be unheard of.

More and more you pieced the puzzle of your own design together. He couldn’t have loved you - even though he admitted that he did when you were in his arms last. Once you had whispered the same to him, it was like floodgates opening with the words “I love you” that flowed effortlessly between you. You told each other every chance you had during that last blip of time together.

You resumed the previous thought. He couldn’t have loved you to only turn around and cut you off the way he did, a mere month later.

Once the tour began, the moment came when you all but discarded the loving feelings you once had for William and forced out the amazing memories. You continued to captivate audiences around the world with your powerful songs and incredible voice. Images and videos of you being celebrated for your beauty and elegance were in continuous rotation on every social media platform. Leading up to award season, your name was on repeat for several music award nominations. You graced a number of red carpet events and attended after parties, always looking ravishing as you engaged in chats with interviewers and stopped to take pictures with other celebrities and onlookers.

Your mind snapped back to reality as the SUV pulled up to and through the security gate of your sprawling Toronto home. You thanked the driver and Evelyn politely asked him to wait for her, and you and Evelyn disappeared into the house.

You stood in the front foyer for a moment, soaking in the fact that this is where you’ll be hanging your hat, both literally and figuratively, until you decide where you truly want to be. As beautiful of a house as you had here in this city, you knew it would take a lot more than an exquisite interior to make it feel like a home. All you wanted was for your home to be filled with love and laughter and family and friends.

“Why don’t you just head straight to bed…you look like you’re ready to collapse” Evelyn said, picking up your small suitcase and walking toward your master bedroom on the main floor.

You ran your hands gently over your face, trying to stimulate enough alertness to respond.

“Very good idea…God, I’m just beyond. I think I may end up sleeping for 2 days straight” you said.

The adrenaline that surges through your body during your performances is a feeling like no other, but you knew the downside to that was utter exhaustion after the fact.

The welcome sight of your large California King bed took hold, and you immediately stripped down to your bra and panties, and slipped between the crisp cotton sheets, pulling the overstuffed duvet up over your shoulders. Evelyn continued bringing in a few more of your belongings into the bedroom, all the while, you could already feel yourself sinking into the mattress and the urge to sleep was taking hold.

“Thank you Evelyn…for everything. I don’t know what it’s going to be like not to see you almost every day”. Your eyes welled up with tears, your throat tight with emotion.

“I’m going to LA, not Mars…all you need to do is call. You just remember - we made an incredible team, and that was just as much you as it was me. Evelyn paused. “You have been such a gift to my life.” and she leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

“Call me soon and let me know how it’s going with your new act” you yawned, and started to drift off.

“Do you want me to turn your phone off?” Knowing the answer already, she didn’t wait for a response….you had fallen asleep already anyway.

Evelyn grabs your phone from the charger and sees text notifications on the lock screen.

Knowing your passcode, she bypasses the biometric prompt and the home screen appears.

Evelyn realized your phone had been on do not disturb for quite some time. She taps the message icon and sees a familiar name as the sender.

The first text is short, sent earlier that night.

Hey - it’s William Hoping to get a chance to talk when you have a min

Then there’s a second text sent a little while after the first:

Are you still here?

Then lastly:

K - well. I hope you’re staying in TO for a bit. Would like to see you.

Evelyn looks over at you, sound asleep, and considers the options.

Ignore the messages, turn off your phone and leave it for you to decide on how to handle it once you’ve got some rest.

Text William back on your behalf to at least let him know you’re home and to try back in a day or two

Wake you up to show you the messages.

Given your current peaceful resting state, and knowing you like virtually no other, Evelyn is aware that waking you up now would only unleash a rabid and maniacal beast - and she wanted no part in that.

Just as she considers shutting the phone off, the words “Incoming Call” appear with “Ny88” underneath.

Evelyn stares at the caller for a moment and then picks up.

“Hello, Y/N’s phone”

“Um - Hi…this is William, a friend of Y/N. I was trying to get a hold of her for a couple of hours…I was just, uh…worried”. William’s voice trails off

“Hi William, it’s Evelyn…not sure if you remember me; we met a few years ago. Y/N’s back home now - sorry, she had her phone on do not disturb. Not sure why.” Evelyn confesses. “But she was knackered and is asleep now….I think you know the drill with her after she comes off after a concert” Evelyn laughs.

“Oh, right - yes…hey Evelyn. Yeah - I remember…she’s down for the count afterwards” William chuckles. “Well, I was hoping to bump into her tonight after the show but it seems like she was surrounded the entire time.”

Evelyn paused, unsure of exactly how much she should convey to William.

“I know it’s been awhile; she would have liked to have seen you, I’m sure.”

There was further silence, and remembering she had a flight to catch, Evelyn tried to speed up the conversation. “Do you want me to leave her a message for her to call you when she wakes up?

“Fuck…that'll be days” William muttered under his breath, suddenly realizing Evelyn may have heard. “Sorry…shit…scratch that, '' he said nervously. "I…I just really was hoping to see her or talk with her tonight, but I guess that's not possible" he said, defeated.

Evelyn looks down at you sleeping. She recalls the car ride home, you flushed and wrought with emotion as the memories you suppressed of William came flooding back. She watched you during the intermissions of tonight's performance hiding away in the dressing area, trying to keep your shit together after seeing William in the crowd. She had seen you at your highest highs over the years when you and William were able to spend time together and at your lowest low after he ended it.

You finally have the time now, she thought - so it's go time…now or fucking never.

"I've got to catch a flight, so I'm leaving straight away. If I give you the security codes to get in, I can trust you that she'll be in good hands, right William?" Evelyn paused before finishing with "Because so help me God William, if I hear of anything to the contrary, you do not want to see my other side."

“I’m leaving now” William says with a rushed tone and hangs up before Evelyn has a chance to respond.

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #nhl imagine #hockey fic #rock star #musician #right person wrong time #angst #fanfic #nhl fanfiction

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missalice1929 · 2 months

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DC Batman Beyond

So, remember about a month ago back in February there was originally a pitch for Batman Beyond movies created by the guy who made Across the Spider-Verse. If we ever get a Batman Beyond animated which I really do hope so, since he definitely a character alongside his supporting cast and villain that deserve to be on the big screen movie.

I decided to pitch character that should be in the Batman Beyond movies.

Main Character:

-Terry Mcginnis as the Main Batman -An older and retired Bruce Wayne (Batman) -Ace the Bathounds

Supporting Cast:

-Warren Mcginnis (Terry Father/ Flashback scene) -Matt Mcginnis (Terry Little Brother) -Mary Mcginnis (Terry Mother) -Maxine “Max” Gibson (Terry Best friends) -Dana Tan (Terry Girlfriends) -Commissioner Barbara Gordon of GCPD

Villains:

-Spellbinder (Main Villains) -Blight (Secondary Antagonist) -Inque (third antagonist)

#batman beyond #terry mcginnis #dc #dc comic #ace the bathound #Blight #Inque #spellbinder #max gibson #Dana Tang #barbara gordon #matt mcginnis #Mary mcginnis #bruce wayne

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braisedhoney · 11 months

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(Now, for this entire thing we're simply going to pretend you can't see my username and I'm completely anonymous still, alright?--Alright.)

CAPTAIN, I SAY IT IS ABSOLUTELY MARVELLOUS TO SPEAK TO YOU ONCE AGAIN-!!

My departure was short lived, for I have RETURNED, READY FOR ACTION---And a teensy weensy bit of chaos alongside it-- BUT MAINLY ACTION--!

SPEAKING OF ACTION~!

I have come here with a proposition~

NOW , Captain, you had mentioned the crews almost uncanny resemblance to being within a -- in your words -- "Diet retro crime movie"

AND YOU ALSO HAPPENED TO MENTION--

That all we need to COMPLETE these shenanigans,... are matching fancy SUITS, instead of our " state-of-the-art " space-wear we currently have as our usual attire, correct?.

WELL, WELL, WELL, MY DEAREST CAPTAIN, DO I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU--!!!!

RIDICULOUSLY DETAILED, COMPLETELY NON-FUNCTIONAL AND UTTERLY ABHORRENT,..ER...DAZZLING.....SPACE SUITS~!

[Audience cheering sound track ensues.]

EHH..? EEHHHHH..???

I JUST KNOW YOU'LL D E S P I S E ADORE THEM--! They fit the category QUITE well, don't you agree, Captain..?

IT IS RATHER... " RETRO " AS THE KIDS SAY, HM?

I put GREAT of amounts consideration into the production of such an idea--!

(And absolutely did not simply type "Space themed suit" into Pinterest with a high expectancy of something at least half-decent only to receive this utter piece of he-)

ANYHOW, ANYWHO AND ANYWAY~~

That's all I have to share with you as of current, Captain!

STAY GLAMOROUS --!!

--Anon #0416, Reporting loud and FASHIONABLEE~~!

...(Captain-- if you couldn't tell, this is a joke, and as much as I COMPLETELY respect your decisions --seeing as you're much higher in terms of authority than I-- I beg of you to please NOT take this suggestion into any consideration, I would not be caught DEAD OR ALIVE in such an ATROCIOUS outfit...I'm simply here for comedic purposes and to pull out a whacky and endearing gag or two. BUT, but, I'm not being...PUSHY ,or anything of the sort-- I'm just...humbly requesting and pleading that you don't take this joke pitch into account...ever-- Alright, well, Toodle-pip~!)

well if it isn't our resident show host!! always a pleasure to have you pop in for a... er. consult? (is that what we're calling these sessions of concentrated chaos?)

i see you've come to peddle your wares. i'm intrigued by your presentation. they say you have to dress to impress if you ever hope to get anywhere. that's part of why i issued new uniforms—style might not be better than substance, but it sure can help.

... space-suits? emphasis on the suits AND the space? well that's gotta be one of the most convincing sales pitches i've ever seen, #0416. and you get even more points for enthusiasm. in fact, i'm so convinced that i'll take a few sets—and give one right back to you! gotta let that fashionable star shine as bright as we can o7 maybe it'll make your show even more popular. always helps to be eye-catching, right?

#ney’s chatter (ask answers)#ney’s comics #ney’s art #tales aboard the hive #this ask took. *so* long to answer i’m so sorry #BUT it’s done! and we’ve gotten there!!#long post #i wonder how many people who followed me more recently are like. ‘wtf is this’#it’s been a long time since i’ve made an art reply for a crewmate report lmaoo #there’s another one coming up soon. i prefer to sprinkle these between fanart so people don’t get bored ;; :’D #sona art

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how many ttrpgs do you know of that came with soundtracks?

THEME: TTRPGs With Soundtracks

Hello friend! I knew of a few off the top of my head, and went searching for some more. Many of these soundtracks are playlists of already-created songs, hosted on streaming apps like Spotify, but a few are designed specifically for a certain roleplaying game. Either way I hope you find something up your alley!

Monster Care Squad, by Sandy Pug Games and The Fox in the Flowers.

Long after the crowns have fallen, long after greed has had it's day, long after war, poverty, hunger, and tyranny passed into memory, Ald-Amura's peace is broken by The False Gold, a terrible sickness spreading through its greatest guardians and most beautiful Monsters.

Unified by community and driven by a love for the planet and each other, The Monster Care Squad rises. Do you heed their call?

A game about caring for monsters in a fantastical world is already probably enough to sell a lot of folks on the pitch, but the love for this game shines through in the third-party work available, including Sounds of Ald-Amura, by The Fox in The Flowers. Sandy Pug Games is a creative collective that prioritizes support for the entire team behind any given project, which is probably why their games are so beautiful and so well-crafted.

Long Haul 1983, by SPC. (Spotify Soundtrack)

It’s 1983, and the world feels hollowed out.

LONG HAUL 1983 tells the story of a dangerous journey through an empty world.

You play a long-haul truck driver trying to make their way home. Every day, you’ll hit the road, navigating treacherous highways, fleeing from menacing threats, and dealing with the psychological impacts of isolation.

And at the end of each day, you’ll find a payphone, make a call, and leave a message for the most important person in your life.

They never pick up. You never stop calling.

This is a solo game, where the soundtrack is designed to enhance the experience of loneliness and isolation, using ambient sounds and hits from the time period this game is set in. The game comes with a list of songs meant to be played during certain moments, as well as a list of songs that are designed to be background atmospheric pieces. If you want something that elevates your solo journaling experience, this game might be for you.

Orbital Blues, by Soul Muppet Games. (Soundtrack)

It is an intergalactic age of cowboys, outlaws and bandits playing on an interstellar stage. It is a time of hyper-capitalism and a cut-throat gig economy. Unreliable trash-heaps carry scrappy underdogs to their next gig, and corporation freighters lumber across the horizon laden with an empire’s bounty.

These are the music-fuelled, moon-age daydreams of a rebel space age.

These are your ORBITAL BLUES.

Games inspired by tv shows and movies have a great starting point in finding music that really fits the tone - you can start with the soundtrack of the things that inspired you. But Chris Bissette was not happy to simply show you the soundtracks for Cowboy Bebop and Firefly and call it a day. They created a custom album to play alongside the game that’s a little soulful, and a little rock n’ roll. A soulful space-western kind of game lends itself really well to music to evoke melancholy and loss, so I definitely recommend listening to some of this if you want to play Orbital Blues or any other game inspired by the same sorts of media.

The Wildsea, by Felix Isaacs, and Songs of the Lignin Tide, by Liam Peregrine Vaughan.

Your character is a wildsailor, part of a crew cutting their way across the island-studded wilderness of the treetop sea on a vessel of your very own. You’ll clash with survivor cultures and wild beasts, scavenge and salvage for wreckage and trade-goods, chase rumours, and uncover secrets. The focus of this game is on exploration, progress, and change - you’ll define the world of the Wildsea as you sail it.

I’ve talked about The Wildsea extensively in the past, so I’m just going to talk a little bit about Songs of the Lignin Tide. The Wildsea community is dedicated, inspired, and creative, and that leads to some amazing work created by players, for other players. Songs of the Lignin Tide is one of those examples. It uses a wealth of different sounds to add richness and texture to this unique and verdant setting, and it feels like the creator drew heavily from their own experiences of playing the game. I highly recommend you check it out if you want more Wildsea in your life.

Quietus, by Sinister Beard Games. (Spotify Playlist)

QUIETUS is a one shot, prep-less RPG of melancholy horror. It’s a game for a GM and one or two players, and emulates tragic horror movies like Oculus, The Strangers, The Babadook, Inside and the Netflix version of The Haunting of Hill House. If a piece of fiction can make you cry and scream, then it’s a great model for the sort of stories that you can tell with QUIETUS.

The music for Quietus is also a Spotify playlist, with a collection of songs that fit the tone of a tragic horror game. It’s an hour and forty-three minutes long, and since Quietus is meant to be a one-shot, I have a feeling you might have to play through it more than once, or let Spotify generate similar songs after the playlist finishes up.

GoblinMixtape’s Soundtracks, by Sam Leigh.

While creating a soundtrack on your own might be a daunting task, using established songs to fit the vibe of your ttrpg is much easier, and GoblinMixtape (aka Sam Leigh) has connected many designers to playlists designed to emulate the feeling of their games. There’s quite a few playlists already created by them, so I’d recommend checking out this list of playlists if you want to see the games she’s worked on before.

#dnd #game recommendations #indie ttrpgs #soundtracks #music #asks #tabletop games

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thetruthwilloutsworld · 9 months

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The Scotsman interview 10 September 2023

Outlander star Sam Heghan has revealed he is ready for the "next challenge" when he finishes working on the hit show - and suggested it may involve scaling Mount Everest.

Writing in a new version of his first memoir, Waypoints, the Scottish stage and screen star revealed he has been pitching the idea of a TV documentary which would see him follow in the footsteps of the British explorer and mountaineer George Mallory.

He made three expeditions up the world's highest mountain in the 1920s but disappeared during the third along with climbing partner Andrew Irvine in 1924. Although Mallory's body was eventually found 75 years later, the mystery of whether he reached the summit has never been resolved.

Heughan was previously due to star alongside Ewan McGregor in a feature film recalling the race to conquer Everest in the 1920s, however, the project which was due to start filming last year never got off the ground.

Heughan started working on Outlander 10 years ago and seven series of the show have been made to date. An eighth and final series has been commissioned, although filming has been delayed to the writers' strike which has crippled Hollywood.

Heughan has already starred in Men in Kilts, an American documentary series following the actor and his Outlander co-star Graham McTavish around Scotland. A second series was made in New Zealand.

Waypoints, which followed Heughan as he walked the West Highland Way, was described as a "journey of self-discovery" as the actor, who was brought up in Dumfries and Galloway and Edinburgh, recalled the pivotal points in his life.

In a new final chapter of Waypoints, the 43-year-old actor revealed how completing his book had felt "like the end of the first chapter of his life and the beginning of a second."

He writes: "I'm nearing the end of my time on Outlander-eight seasons and ten years' of shooting - and the show has really shaped who I am.

"It has given me great opportunities and valuable experience that I can build on moving forward"

"I'm excited for the future. but it feels vitally important to acknowledge where I've come from"

"I would be where I am today with my past successes and (multiple!) failures"

"As a young man, I dreamed of working in the acting industry and being well-respected. It's certainly a dream come true and now I'm ready for the next challenge"

"A dream of mine has been to see the highest mountain in the world"

"I wrote in Waypoints about the Everest movie project that fell through and was disappointed I never made it to Nepal"

"However, more recently, I have been pitching a TV show that follows that dream (and the footsteps of George Mallory) from the UK to the Himalayan plateau and the slopes of Everest"

"Perhaps, If I'm lucky enough and dream hard enough I may yet find myself on the slopes of 'Chomolungma,' the earth's highest mountain"

"However, this time I'll be better prepared and ensure I'm not walking alone (and carrying plenty of snacks!)."

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The release of the first few episodes of ‘My Adventures with Superman’ has got me thinking a lot about Superman, and in particular, I wanted to talk about the Superman cartoon that never was - The Superman Family Animated Series.

For those who don’t know what this is all about, here’s the gist of it :

In around 2019, animation director Victor Heuck pitched an idea for a new Superman cartoon that was loosely titled “Superman Family”. The basic idea behind the cartoon was to essentially adapt the DC Rebirth Superman comics as well as the Super-Sons comics. The Rebirth Superman comics primarily focused on Superman raising his son, Jon Kent (who inherited his father’s powers) with his wife Lois Lane, while Super-Sons focused on Jon Kent’s escapades as the new Superboy as he teams up with Damian Wayne, the son of Batman.

Victor Heuck wanted to take the ideas behind the above mentioned comics and adapt them into a new Superman cartoon. The cartoon was also going to be very light-hearted in tone and Heuck has stated that the older Silver Age Superman comics was also going to be a strong influence on the cartoon. Just as an example, Heuck mentioned that he wanted to explore the idea of Jon and his mother dealing with Superman being turned into a Merman for a potential episode of the cartoon. That should give you a good idea of what kind of cartoon this was going to be.

Victor Heuck worked alongside Sean “Cheeks” Galloway to put together the pitch. You might have heard of Sean Galloway, he was the character designer behind the Spectacular Spider-Man animated series, and he drew up a couple of the character designs for the ‘Superman Family’ cartoon.

As the title of the cartoon would suggest, there was going to be a strong focus on the Superman family. Characters like Kenan Kong and Natasha Irons were going to be featured as recurring characters. In the comics, Kenan Kong is the Superman of China, while Natasha Irons is the niece of John Henry Irons, a character who built a high-tech suit of armor in order to become a superhero inspired by Superman himself. Natasha Irons followed in her uncle’s footsteps with her own suit of armor. The ‘Superman Family’ cartoon was going to portray Natasha as the big sister to Jon Kent. As you can see from the character sheets above, the classic Superman villain Mxyzptlk was also going to be a recurring character, which is fitting since I consider him to be THE silver age Superman villain.

While the pitch was received warmly by the people working at Warner Brothers, they ultimately chose to pass on the cartoon and as a result, it was never made.

So what are my thoughts on this pitch ? Well, this pitch was made in around 2019, and I can tell you right now, that wasn’t the best time for Superman fans. There was no plans for a new Superman movie or series at the time and the character seemed to be fading from the public eye. At that time, I gladly would have welcomed this cartoon. It would have had a pretty big impact on the Superman franchise. For one, I think that Jon Kent would have been propelled into the spotlight.

When this character was first created, he seemed to be guaranteed to be a very popular kid-appeal character. He was the son of Superman who had to live up to his father, one of the world’s greatest heroes. His design is anime-inspired and in-universe, he was even an anime fan. He had a pretty charming personality as the kid who meant well, but tended to screw up for one reason or another. He was created in the same mold as the likes of Gohan from Dragon Ball or Midorya from My Hero Academia. By all accounts, he should have been a bigger deal.

Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. In general, I think the comics that starred the character were not easily accessible to the general public. The Superman Rebirth comics are still loved by Superman fans, but they’re full of continuity baggage that only long time fans would have been able to understand. They also weren’t very kid friendly and featured a surprising amount of gruesome scenes. The Super-Sons comic was a little more accessible, but it was ultimately short lived and didn’t make that much of a splash. Recently DC has experimented with aging Jon Kent up and having him become the new Superman...which hasn’t been well received by fans and to be fair his comic series is kinda mediocre. Over time, I’ve realized that while I liked the basic ideas behind Jon Kent, I don’t really care for the character as he is outside of a couple of very specific comics. And one of those comics is a fanfic, so that should tell you how bad the character has it in the past few years.

The ‘Superman Family’ cartoon would have been the break that Jon Kent deserved as the cartoon would undoubtedly be more accessible to the general public. I think the character would have been in a very different place if the cartoon went through and became successful.

As for Superman himself, I feel like the cartoon would have actually delivered on the promises of the Rebirth Superman comics. When I first read those comics, I was excited because I wanted to see Superman deal with the complications of being a parent, and especially a parent to a super-powered son, and I was rather disappointed when the stories side-stepped that idea entirely and just had Superman as a perfect father figure. Perhaps the cartoon may have fixed that ? Who knows.

Now with the benefit of hindsight and after seeing the release of two new Superman series in ‘Superman and Lois’, and ‘My Adventures with Superman’, do I still think that the cartoon should have been made ? Probably.

I have to be honest, I much prefer ‘My Adventures with Superman’ and how it took a more classic, back-to-basics approach to the Superman mythos. I think that is much more refreshing compared to the twists that other Superman stories have tried to put on the formula. One the other hand, the ‘Superman Family’ cartoon probably would have been much better than ‘Superman and Lois’, which has a similar premise and started off very strong but slowly became worse as the show was overtaken by soap opera drama that was bad even for CW standards. I’d take a more light-hearted Super-family cartoon over that any day.

But Ultimately, the cartoon only exists as a “What if ?”, and I think it’s a shame that the pitch was passed up by the higher ups. It could have been a fun little cartoon that could have placed the spotlight of a bunch of underrated Superman characters.

#superman #clark kent #lois lane #jon kent #dc animation

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beetlebug-bii · 1 year

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What if mc accidentally sneezed into the characters mouth when they yawned? Any assortment of character(s). I just am curious bc shits and giggles.

Authors Note: Pfft oh my stars this is my favorite one I've gotten so far! Short but silly, enjoy!

Requests Open! Send in your sillies! Dont be shy!

Content Warning: silly goofy time

TLDR: why is everyone just so dramatic

Asmo, Belphie, and Diavolo react to MC accidentally sneezing in their mouth

Asmo

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

He is writhing on the floor

ALL HE DID WAS YAWN

YOU NASTY. NASTY HUMAN

he's screeching and wailing and rapidly scrubbing his tongue with a toothbrush and-

wait a second

THIS ISNT EVEN HIS TOOTHBRUSH

ITS MAMMONS

by this point he is practically deceased

He's given up

Sobbing on the floor

Crying about how unfair life is

How he will never be the same

I think this experience genuinely changed Asmo

He will be grief ridden for days

If not weeks!

He literally cried so hard it formed a small puddle

Which made him cry more because the salt in the tears was totally going to dry out his skin

He was so dramatic about the whole situation

He wore

A mask around you

For a month

You can kiss him THROUGH THE MASK

offered to help you with a nice mucus cleansing routine

You know what the worst part is?

This all happened on livestream

His fanbase is so split between thinking it was hilarious and mourning alongside him

You are a supervillain now I'm so sorry

Watch where you sneeze next time love

Belphie

Uhm hello?

Who do you think you are??

Offended to the max

(He secretly thought it was so funny dont worry)

But he is a little shit first and foremost

He made the most offended and flabbergasted sounds at you without even saying a word for like 3 straight minutes

He sounded like a literal keyboard smash, you didnt know that was a sound people were capable of making but you were so wrong

How could you do this to him

SNEEZING

IN HIS PRESENCE

IN HIS MOUTH

YOU RUDE FUCKER

and so he had to pull out the pro gamer moves he learned from big brother Mammon

You owe him 200% interest and a down payment for emotional damages

Yes this is necessary

What do you mean you dont have the grimm

Well guess you gotta work to pay off your nasty debt then huh

You owe him like

Forever

Of cuddles

Like forever and ever

No you dont get a choice

Get under the covers before he uses your mouth like a tissue

he will do it

Dont test him.

Diavolo

He was so confused

He yawned

You sneezed

Now he isnt stupid

But he thought it would be so funny to tease you

"Is this a human sign of affection?"

He sneezed on you like 12 times

He kept hinting that he was gonna blow his nose on you

This did end with both of you sprinting around the castle

For like an hour

You were sprinting up and down the halls as he chased after you gleefully

For you it was like an intense horror movie chase scene

And for him he was happily frolicking and teasing his romcom bestie

You ran and ran, and hid time and time again

You were hidden in a closet

A closet in a small corridor hardly ever used

The closet was pitch black, and pretty warm, but you didnt mind

You just had to catch your breath

You were like wow he will never find me here, I lost him

No.

You're wrong.

Turn around real slow

Hes there

So is Barbados for some reason

They are both standing behind you

Smirking

The door is locked

I'd say let god help you but...

Not even god can find you here...

All 3 of you ended up sick the next day

Whoopsies

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc

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lucitrix · 5 months

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Turn Around

Scream (1996)

Platonic Sidney & Randy

Happy Holidays @spooky-switch !! Thanks for giving me an excuse to have a Scream marathon! Thanks to @squealing-santa for organising such a wonderful event yet again <3.

After what was now known as the “Woodsboro Murders” thanks to a certain Gale Weathers, Randy and Sidney often found themselves at each other’s homes. Whether talking about college plans, or watching whatever movie Randy brought from work, the two were never far from each other. Over the Christmas break, Sidney had spent a few days at the Meeks’ home, binging film after film.

Black Christmas was his choice this time, alongside his classic commentary. Sidney had once found it a bit annoying, but now it was a source of comfort. Sidney had also questioned his choice of a slasher film but was met with something she couldn’t fight with.

“The movies are nothing once you’ve been through the real thing.”

“Plus,” Randy had said, “Its arguably the first slasher, and perfect for the holiday!”

Sidney was in the kitchen, finishing up some JiffyPop, when she heard something that piqued her interest.

“Come on, what’s wrong with you?”

Taking the popcorn off the stove, she quietly poked her head into the living room. Randy sat on the couch, back to her, nearly yelling at the TV screen.

“Why would you go into the attic? And for fucks sake turn around!”

An idea blossomed in Sidney’s head. With a smile blooming on her face, she quietly crept towards the couch.

“Come on! Turn around! He’s behind you, just turn around!”

Quickly, after rolling her eyes, Sidney reached over the back of the couch, and jammed her fingers into his armpits.

Over the screech and subsequent laughter that exploded out of Randy, Sidney teasingly parroted,

“Look out! She’s right behind you Randy! Just turn around!”

From behind him, Sidney could see a blush begin to take over his ears. She clambered over the back of the couch and pushed the giggling teen onto his stomach. Straddling Randy, pinning him to the couch, her fingers gently traced over his reddening ears.

“SID WHAT-” he tried to get words out, but his laughter stopping him from being able to form any kind of sentence.

Instead he simply flailed as much as he could, twisting his head side to side, trying to shake of Sidney’s tickly nails.

“What? Can’t follow your own rules?” Sidney retorted, leaning down to blow a loud raspberry on his neck, laughing herself at Randy nearly bucking her off.

Despite his thrashing, Randy didn’t really mind what was happening, and Sidney knew. Tickling had been a frequent part of their friendship, especially after Randy’s drunken admission a few years go. He liked the feeling, the closeness to his friends, and the laughter. Finding a reason to laugh was harder to come by.

Sidney also needed this. She loved Randy’s laugh, from giggly, to loud cackles, and if lucky, an occasional snort. She liked to see her friend smile.

Her fingers left his ears, and Randy took the second to breathe. It truly was only a second before Sidney gently spidered her fingers across his back, smiling brightly and the high-pitched giggles that flowed freely from her friend’s mouth. Gentle touches over his spine gave him time to breathe between gentle giggles, moving up closer to his neck elicited more squirming, and scribbling quickly over his ribs caused his laughter to get louder.

With a few final pinches at his sides, each followed by a screech from the boy, Sidney shuffled of Randy’s back and further down the couch.

“I hate you,” Randy finally let out, as he flipped himself slowly onto his back, no malice in his words.

“No you don’t,” Sidney followed, looking over at her friend’s bright red face.

Quick as lightning, Randy managed to get a few solid jabs to Sidney’s side, eliciting a few shocked giggles, but backed off when his hands were gently slapped away.

The two turned their attention back to the movie.

“Come on! How did she not see that coming!”

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Poorly written Sonic movie 3 pitch/outline pt. 2

Amy introduction scene! I thought for a long time about how Amy would fit into the story of the movie universe if she was included. I made her a sort of historian that’s been obsessed with the history of the chaos emeralds, the war between the echidnas and owls, and the subsequent consequences it had on the hedgehogs involved. I also wanted to include some of her main game lore by including fortunetelling. Plus a little scene setting up the catalyst for the main plot as well as family shenanigans.

Amy introduction scene

Cut to a distant planet. The captions read “Mobius”. We zoom in and see a hut on the beach. We go through the wooden doors of the hut to reveal a single room with a bed, table, and chair. Lining the walls are bookshelves with books on mobian history, the chaos emeralds, ancient documents describing the master emerald, different hedgehog clans, and fortune telling. At the table sits a pink hedgehog with what looks like tarot cards. Next to her is a document like a newspaper, with an article about the confirmation that an energy release had been detected, and was thought to possibly be from the long lost master emerald, which was thought by many historians to be myth. Amy brushes it to the side and takes three cards from the stack in her hand.

Amy: Alright cards, I don’t know what to do. The emeralds have caused countless wars, and most of the hedgehogs were wiped out because of it. But still, I want to seek them out. It's a piece of my history that I thought was gone forever. Please, tell me, is going to earth really the right thing to do?

The cards in her hand glow pink, then she places them down. She flips over the first card, revealing an image of The Hierophant holding one of the chaos emeralds.

Amy: The first card is meant to symbolize the person receiving the reading. The Hierophant is a master, and represents learning. I think it's saying that I’m knowledgeable about the chaos emeralds, but going to earth could teach me more.

She stares at the card for a moment, as if expecting something to happen. The cards remain still. She sighs as she flips over the second card. It is the image of a 7 pointed star upside down, The Star reversed. At each corner of the star in the image is a chaos emerald.

Amy: The second card is supposed to connect me to someone else. The card is upside down, which means this person is “at odds with their true nature”. I don’t really know anyone else looking for the emeralds, or at least no one that's going through an identity crisis. Could this be someone I haven’t met yet?

The second card suddenly glows and floats in the air.

Amy: Well, I figured that one out at least.

She flips the third card to reveal The Hero (not an actual tarot card, I just wanted something unique to connect to the story). The image is of a hedgehog with the seven emeralds surrounding them, they are glowing a goldish yellow color, and have quills sticking straight up.

Amy: This is supposed to represent the future between me and the person from the second card. Does this mean that I play a part in the hero’s story?

Again, the card glows and starts floating next to the second card.

Amy: That just leaves the first card. Maybe it's not talking about something I need to learn. I’m not someone who can use the emeralds myself, but maybe there's someone out there that can. That's it! Someone connected to the emeralds needs my guidance to become the hero!

Finally, the first card glows and floats alongside the others. The rest of the deck begins floating and spinning until they are all shuffled and neatly stacked in place, then go back to Amy’s hands.

Amy: Thank you, cards! You haven’t steered me wrong yet!

She runs out the door, and we zoom into the newspaper that was left behind.

Exterior: Wachowski household

The sun is starting to set, and the Wachowski’s are all eating their meals. Knuckles has a small stack of hamburgers on his plate, while sonic has a chili dog. Tails has already finished and is tinkering with a gadget away from the table.

JoJo is next to him looking at what he’s working on.

JoJo: What's this one supposed to do?

Tails: This is a prototype for one of my inventions. It's supposed to counteract the energy generated by the chaos emeralds, but since I don’t know the energy frequency I’m testing it using other frequencies.

He looks over to see the adults huddled around a Television that's been set up outside. It’s currently playing a football game. Maddie and Rachel are to the side talking, while Tom and Randal are on lawn chairs intensely watching the game. Tails turns to point the remote at the television and presses the button. Tom and Randal are confused when the screen suddenly goes dark. Tails and JoJo giggle to themselves.

JoJo: Does it work on other stuff?

Tails: Sure! Want to mess with sonic?

JoJo: You bet I do!

They turn to look at the table, where sonic is playing a game on a handheld device. Tails adjusts a tuner on his remote and hits the button. Sonic's game device suddenly goes dark, and he lets out a gasp.

Sonic: No! I was about to get a new record!

He looks over at Tails and Jojo, audibly laughing.

Sonic: Tails, what did you do?

Tails: Me? How could I have done something from over here?

Sonic squints his eyes, then turns back to his device. He turns it on and sees the battery is still full. He tries starting up his game again, and Tails hits the button. Before he can release it, Sonic runs up behind him.

Sonic: Caught ya red handed!

He wraps his arms around Tails and flips him upside down as he squeals. JoJo watches and laughs. Sonic starts tickling his sides in revenge.

Tails: No! Wait! I’m sorry

He giggles as he squirms around trying to escape.

Sonic: You should have thought about that before you messed with my game!

He’s grinning as he does this, showing he’s only playing around and not really mad.

Tails: (laughing) JoJo, help!

JoJo: I’ll save you, Tails!

She tackles Sonic, making him drop Tails. Knuckles finally looks over at them from the table.

Knuckles: You are having a brawl without me? Dishonor! I shall join the fight and be victorious!

He runs over and dog piles onto them all, they all laugh.

Maddie and Rachel notice the commotion from the yard chairs next to the TV that's been set up.

Rachel: Don’t play too rough now!

Maddie laughs while looking at them.

Maddie: It's alright, Rach, Knuckles has learned to control his strength around JoJo. He would be devastated if he ever hurt her.

Rachel: I know, I just still worry, you know?

Maddie: Maybe if you get to know them better you won't worry as much.

Rachel: Alright, I get it, I should spend more time with you all. I want to make up for lost time, really, but me and Randal still don’t know if we want to move here. I mean, what if that crazy doctor guy comes back?

Maddie: Then you and JoJo will have the three bravest boys in the universe to help protect you.

They both smile and look on as the kids playfully wrestle with each other. JoJo and tails have teamed up against sonic, while knuckles critiques sonics wrestling skills.

The game on TV ends, and Tom changes the channel to the news station where a live broadcast is taking place.

News reporter: This is Scarlet Garcia coming to you with breaking news. Town Square was sent into chaos this afternoon with the sudden break in of the government building.

All heads turn to watch the news story.

Reports are coming in that several top secret files have been stolen. It is unknown who could have been responsible for this break in in broad daylight, but strangely enough, none of the security guards even saw the suspect. One minute the files were contained, the next they were gone.

Sonic: Hm… Top secret files, huh? I don’t know, you don’t think it could be-

Tom: Let's not jump to conclusions. We don’t even know if Robotnik survived, much less if he’s going around stealing government documents.

Tails: True, but maybe it's worth looking into. It does sound like something eggman could be interested in.

Maddie: I don’t know guys, are you sure this is worth the trouble?

Knuckles: worry not, mother, our investigation will not involve unnecessary violence. Unless, of course, it is Robotnik, in which I will not hesitate to bring him to justice.

Tails: With the new Cyclone, it shouldn’t take very long. We’ll be home before you know it.

Sonic: I think they’re right, if there’s even a chance of it being eggman, we should look into it.

Maddie: If you guys are really sure, then I trust you.

Tom: We’ll look after the emerald while you guys are gone. If you guys need us, or if anything goes wrong, you better call us right away.

Sonic: Don’t worry, dad. Well be sure to be careful.

JoJo: Can I go too?

Rachel: Absolutely not!

Tails: Sorry, JoJo. Maybe later I can give you a ride in the Cyclone to make up for it.

JoJo: (disappointed) Alright.

Rachel: Only if you’re sure it's safe for her.

Sonic: Come on guys, time's-a-wastin!

They all hurry to the garage, which has been noticeably expanded. They enter and on the far wall sits the new and improved Cyclone, decked out with additional seats, a turbo jet engine, and a glass dome.

They all get inside, except for Sonic who sits on the wing of the plane. The garage door opens, revealing an extended driveway meant to be used as a launch pad. The tornado takes off as The rest of the family look on.

#sonic movie #sonic movie 3 #sonic 3 #poorly written sonic movie 3 concept

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