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samodivaa · 5 months

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“Scraps and shreds of thoughts were simply swarming in his brain, but he could not catch at one, he could not rest on one, in spite of all his efforts…” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

smut - ⁂ ︳angst - ☢ ︳fluff - ☀

dividers by - @saradika The fics that I read May-December.

White Wolf by mrsbuckybarnes1917 | ⁂

Summary: You meet Bucky while you're in Wakanda and you just can't resist his wolfish charms!

Tied Up by duckybarnes1917 | ⁂

Summary: Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.

Stallion for the show by rookthorne | ⁂

Summary: It was your first classic car meet and you were excited for what lay ahead. Meeting others within the scene and maybe the possibility of making friends was your goal, but what awaited you was much, much more intense – for better, or for worse.

night visits by httpwintersoldier | ⁂

Summary: usually people find their own interests, but when you are "forcefully recruited" to work under HYDRA, your interest found you first.

for your own good by witchywithwhiskey | ⁂

Summary: bucky barnes is gifted a strange-looking plant but when you, his closest friend in avengers tower after steve rogers, touches the leaves, it lets out a strange cloud of pollen. both you and bucky soon feel the effects of the plant's pollen and, though bucky's worried about hurting you, you know he never would—and you need his help. desperately.

Dream Maker by thenhewaswrongaboutme | ⁂

Summary: Bucky comes home late one night after a mission. You're already asleep, but he can't wait any longer— he needs you now.

Haunted by targaryenvampireslayer | ⁂ , ☢

Summary: Bucky was taken from you by Hydra a year ago. You mourn him and miss him, until you start dreaming of him…until he starts coming back to you

Holding on by joey-marvel14 | ☢, ☀

Summary: you notice Bucky is been more quiet then usual. He’s not talking to anyone, not even you. Bucky becomes withdrawn, his eyes are more puffy and sleep deprived, you notice he’s not eating as much either.

My everything by mrsbarnesblog | ☢, ☀

Summary: The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

Praise Kink by bucknastysbabe | ⁂ , ☢

I want to know who I'm looking at by world-of-aus | ⁂ metal arm kink fr by buckyalpine | ⁂ This Can't Go On Forever by vonalyn | ☢

Bucky's sweet treats by nicoline1998enilocin | ☀

Summary: Bucky has always enjoyed your baked goods and other sweet treats, so when you start leaving them for him to find when he comes back from missions, he can't help but smile like an idiot every times he sees you, or one of your treats.

Rebound by adrinktostopyourthirst | ☢, ⁂, ☀

Summary: You lose your last tether to the normal world and Bucky has to make a decision. You’re officially part of the Underground. Does he help you, or not?

in losing grip, on sinking ships by mellowsaturns | ☢

Summary: when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

Your Mission by mrsbuckybarnes1917 | ⁂

You're a HYDRA asset tasked with tracking down and recovering a lost soldier: Bucky Barnes. Story takes place between CA: WS and CA: CW.

Reset - Masterlist by lunarbuck | ☢, ⁂

Summary: The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.

Slaughter - Masterlist by lunarbuck | ☢, ⁂

Summary: The Winter Soldier takes what he wants

The Bride of Soldat: Masterlist by vampy-doll | ☢, ⁂

Summary: In the summer of 1986, a young woman goes missing whenever HYDRA kidnaps her to be their next experiment for the reward of their Soldat. Now, post blip, Bucky starts to remember defining details of his love, his match made in hell, and is determined to find her. But after years of isolation and torture after his escape, she isn’t who he remembers. Now they’re trying to piece together who she was pre-HYDRA to teach her how to live, without his undying love and obsession of her getting in the way. But when one head is cut off, two more shall grow in its place, leaving them to discover those behind her abduction.

Soldiers by thefallennightmare | ☢, ☀, ⁂

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Please don’t take him (even though you can) by hansensgirl | ☢

Summary: She can have anyone she wants, but you can never love again. Not without him.

Miss Velvet Masterlist by missvelvetsstuff | ☢, ⁂, ☀

Summary: Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Going Under by beefromanoff | ☢, ☀

Summary: As a wildly famous singer's safety is called into question, Bucky Barnes is assigned to act as her personal security. over the course of the tour, their relationship evolves from professional into something more. when disaster strikes, Bucky is the one waiting to avenge her.

Kiss Me If You Can by deliciousangelfestival

Summary: Bucky, a stern lieutenant, discovers that his first love has become a famous phantom thief, sparking a thrilling cat-and-mouse chase with a romantic twist as he can't bear to see her imprisoned but prefers to keep her close.

deadly nightshade masterlist by kinanabinks | ☢, ⁂

Summary: as an upcoming agent, it is your job to remain professional and appropriate with your colleagues, and especially your seniors. but there's something about bucky barnes you can't seem to shake - as long as his girlfriend doesn't find out, it'll be fine. right?

#list 1 #bucky barnes #fic rec #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #winter soldier x you #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier smut

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dairy-farmer · 1 month

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Did you know~? Dreams are how the mind subconsciously processes information and our emotions ABOUT the information for us while we are asleep?

:Dc

Gotham Sure Does Have Cults! Don't it? Bet some of them get the bright idea to Capture God(tm). Which ALWAYS ends well, and TOTALLY doesn't lend to them fighting back! Getting the attention of Local Bats!

What with the Lethal, Diving People Too Insanity Nightmares going around.

They're gonna go out on a limb and guess Dream God. Sleep Deity, perhaps. The track the Cult down. Burst in and kick ass. As a Family~

And? The God can admit... they were kinda losing. Humans cheat and these fuckers were VERY prepared. They were gonna Curse this city to unending torment with their dying breathe... BUT! They don't need to do that now! Good for you!

They should probably...reward you or something.

Protocol, you know.

Uuuuuuh, hold on. *look around* Got it! Here. Take these handfull of shiny rocks. Yes, I'm stealing them from the Cultists. They were decorating anyway. Anyway! HERE. I give you A Blessing(tm).

THESE will give you Good Sleep.

One for each of you.

To make up for, you know, tormenting you into intense sleep deprivation, when that is the opposite of my Job. And then you saved me and all. Thanks~☆ *poof!*

It's? A fuckin weird day in Gotham. So basically, just Tuesday. They each take a rock and split, dispite Bruce's paranoid "wait, no! We should lock these up and stare at them suspiciously! Unknown magic! I have anxiety!" Twitching. They're gonna go pass out know. Someone call the commissioner and tell him it's safe now.

They get home, crawl out of their uniforms, into their various beds (even Bruce, as bullied and enforced by Alfred) and give no real thought to their new, divinely gifted, Dream Rock. Probably should have. The magic users would have Lost Their SHIT over those rocks. But, Bats? Telling people things? Voluntarily???

LOL.

And? Of too the first genuinely peaceful, guilt free, nightmare free, night of sleep they've had in A WHILE. As the Rocks get a feel for them. What they WANT out of a Good Sleep experience. Is it walking on the beach? Beating up bad guys and saving the day? A night at home? The Dream Stones shuffling through Pleasant Memories and Happy Thoughts looking for material to work off of.

And... huh. They wake up feeling FANTASTIC.

Turns out? When you actually DO get a good night's rest? No tossing or turning, no night terrors or full body clenching of muscles? Your body heals up. You feel better.

Wild.

These rocks are fantastic.

The give it now more thought. Oh sure, they discuss it. Trial period etc. But? It's all just peaceful meadows and seeing loved ones happy. The classics. Expected, really. So they move on. All while the stones are still finishing their Refining.

Eventually? Ding! They're done! They've gotten a full read of their owner! Know EXACTLY what they want. What would make them happy. So, when the Bat's finally hit the hay? They run their REFINED Dream sequence. Dreaming PLUS, if you will.

It's a school night. So Damian, unfairly in his mind, must go to bed first. Though sleep is not the unpleasant thing it once was. Usually filled with fluffy animals. This time? It's different.

He dreams of entering the Batcave. Taller, stronger. The height and frame he is destined to inherit from his father, finally his. The black armor of The Bat adorning him. Timothy is there. Captured, arms bound behind his back, gagged and on his knees, face pressed to the floor. His armor almost artfully destroyed by battle.

He has cat ears and a tail.

Yet this, like every other jarring detail, seems so perfectly natural. Of course he does. Of course Damian is. Nothing is strange to Damian, as he observes the ears pressed back. The whipping, furious defiance of that tail. The low growl that goes with it. Timothy's eyes catching the light. Beautiful and unbreakable.

Damian strides forward.

They back and forth. Word play sharp and cutting. But Damian has WON and they both know it. Timothy fights now only to save face. Enough is enough. Timothy is haughty. Every bit, beautiful and feline.

Damian has his mouth and DARES him to bite him.

Tear apart the ruins of his armor and claims him on the floor. Is he little NOW, Timothy? Can you ignore him still? The game is over. Admit you've lost! Admit it! The pleasure is too much. His Rival thrashing, biting his lip. Trying to hold back. Unable too in the end. Damian wins. Timothy begs. More, more. Please, it is good. More!

Damian...was NOT aware of the root of his need to fight with Tim. Will not know how to face him come morning.

In his Apartment, Dick drags his aching body into bed. It was a shit day. At least his dreams will be nice. He falls asleep. Blinks "awake" with an OOF! As Tim lands on him with a laugh. Is confused but pleased to see him.

Tim clings. Dotes on him. Bringing breakfast, activities just for them, initiating more casual touch then he has in YEARS. Then? When they get back from what feels like the perfect day out? Dick finds himself doing something he would never DARE. Coming up behind that trusting, warm, cute little body. As Tim chatters and puts things away. And slipping his arms around him. Holding him.

Kissing his neck. Slipping his hand down the front of those cute shorts, to start rubbing him through his panties. Get him wet.

Picking him up and bending him over the back of a couch, so he can tug those bottoms down. Eat him out. Make filthy promises to treat his virgin hole just right. Keep him forever. Listen to him whine and feel him squirm, having never been touched like this before.

Dick wouldn't... wouldn't...

But the dream feels so good. Carrying his Timmy to his room, like a lover. Promising to take such good care of him. Fucking him open on his fingers, then his cock. Kissing his face and neck and perfect little tits. Grinding his clit with his thumb as he finds that perfect angle and pounds til Tim has nothing left to give.

Just the two of them against the world. As pretty little family.

Which will make things awkward with Babs, if she wasn't having her own dreams.

Sitting at her computer. Watching Tim writhing and coming apart at the touch of her keystrokes. Making him wear remote controlled toys. Matching them on herself. Lazy days at the Clockwork, with Tim beneath her desk, a fucking machine in him, his desperate mouth on her.

Flashes and scenarios of what she and Dick could DO to him. Watching Dick fuck her boy sloppy. Not letting EITHER of her boys stop until she was satisfied.

Jason getting a classic. Boyfriend shirt and pizza. Railed on his shitty couch as the movie plays. Like lovers. Newlyweds. Coming home and trying to put a baby in Timmers on his fancy ass mattress in a cheap ass frame. Full on mating press, legs basicly to his ears. Timbers begging for it, needy. Taking it like a champion.

And Bruce? Oh he gets silks and his mothers pearls. The suits he wishes he could get Tim to wear, with stockings hidden underneath. Dinner and dancing. Gotham at peace. Tim looking at him with adoration.

Like a Classy Romance from the movies of his youth. Everything rose petals and candle light. Tim TAKING it, dispite how difficult it is for partners to handle him. Everything being tight and slick and hot. Bruce being ruinous in how good he is. No one will ever be able to compare. Tim is his. Just his.

Waking up and nearly yeeting the Dram Stone through the nearest wall.

Tim of course... dream fucks several teammates, a couple Hot Celebrities, and that one GORGEOUS Alien Prince from that one mission when he was like 14. *siiiiiips morning coffee* was an interesting night. Given everyone's thousand yard stare, good to see it wasn't just him who Learned Some Stuff About Themselves last night.

He'll agree not to ask if they don't?

DEAL.

-🐼🐼🐼

everyone but tim grappling with their own existence, morality, and guilt at the breakfast table 😭😭😭

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year

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Just had an idea, lost boys with the Phantom reader.

Idea -> reader is a phantom, they've been dead for many many maaaaany years and live in the cave with the boys. The boys have never seen them because they are in a deeper part of the sunken hotel. The hotel was a high-end hotel that was used for opera showings and classical performances and the night the hotel sank reader was trapped and killed.

reader never comes out or plays their music when the boys are around, by now the reader has forgotten that they are dead, and they don't even know about the boys. They are so deep in the cave that the enchanting music they play is covered and muffled by all the rubble.

One day Laddie finds an opening that's just big enough for him to slip through. After a crawl, a long walk, and shimmying through a tight gap Laddie finds himself in what used to be the hotel's theatre....

elegant pained walls covered in dust and grime, the golden archways above the stands of the theatre now dull. The clack of his small shoes against the cracked dusty tiles, the grand chandelier in the middle of it all.

Laddie looks at the grand stage lights off, instruments thrown about some in alright condition and others completely destroyed. Old and very dry red stains paint around a part of the stage that had caved in and he couldn't see the bottom. But out of all things, it's the stunning grand piano with gold-encrusted keys.

He sat in the chair, too small to fully sit in it properly. He starts mindlessly pressing the keys, noting in his head what keys sounded best in his opinion. And he jumped when he heard a voice behind him. "would you like me to teach you?"

The boys weren't too worried about Labbies whereabouts, they knew Laddie memorized the boardwalk and all of its attractions. But gradually got more and more suspicious of the little boys' outings and they knew asking Star would be no use. But the boys kept silent, maybe the boy just found a new game to play. But eventually, Laddoe did something that spiked the boy's interest and they didn't feel so sure about the boy going out on his own anymore...

"uuhhh, classical little man? Really?" Paul raised his brow looking at the track Laddie asked he could get. In that moment all the boys were on edge, now noticing the changes Laddie had... His clothes though still in their rock style looked less dissolved, his hair looked brushed and he used one of stars' scrunchies to tie it back. That's how they knew something was definitely wrong. Laddie always wanted to be like them be like Dwayne and always had his hair down and messy.

Now the boys had started interrogating the little boy, and criticizing Star for allowing Laddie to be around "stuck-up classical mouth breathers?" and Star denise knowing any.

Laddie didn't want to tell his big brothers about his new friend and the lessons in piano he had been getting from the nice ghost that lives in the deepest part of the cave.

And it wasn't until much much later that the boys stayed up in the day to see where their halfling little brother was going. The next night, while Laddie and Star were out the boys started digging through the rocks and rubble careful not to bring the whole cave down.

The boys find the grand theatre and begin looking around, they always found classical boring however they could admit this place was quite the sight. Marko had loudly claimed this room as his "art room" and was already planning on paintings to go all over the walls and ceiling, Paul whined and said "its full of instruments! Let me have my guitar room!" and it was quickly becoming a bickering contest between the terror twins.

It wasn't until Dwayne found a note on the piano written in curved writing, "I decided to freshen up, just play the song we've practiced once you get here." next to the note was sheet music. Now Dwayne didn't like to open up about his past and never told his brothers that not only did he know how to play piano he also could read sheet music.

He knew he would never hear the end of it from his three brothers but he wanted to know. He began playing the somber piano tune, quickly getting the attention of the three boys and Paul was already teasing. That was until Reader appeared in front of the Piano...

"you're not Laddie."

So should I make this a full thing? Or is anyone feeling those inspiration juice? I hope so.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys imagine #lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys marko #Lost boys x monster reader #poly lost boys #Poly lost boys x monster reader #Lost boys x phantom #Lost boys x phantom reader

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Halloween. | w. maximoff

summary: in which a happy halloween in westview turns into something truly horrifying.

warnings: top!wanda, oral (r receiving), dubcon, mind control, agatha being a nosy neighbor, wanda being her usual crazy possessive but hot self

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

The night was crisp and alive. All the children seemed to finally get out of their houses to dress up and run around the neighborhood streets, collecting candy and laughter. You had almost lost hope in this generation, as you hardly ever saw any kids outside in Westview, assuming that the technological era had gotten hold of them and locked them up in their rooms with their video games and television. You were fearful for the 90’s children across the globe, but Westview was sort of an anomaly.

You were so excited for Halloween this year that one could’ve believed you had never even experienced Halloween before. In fact, now that you think of it…

A child suddenly zoomed past you in seemingly supersonic speed, nearly knocking you off your feet. “Hey!” you yelled at the kid, turning around to see the boy with his foot smashed into a pumpkin in the yard next to you. He looked up at you with wide eyes, dressed in some sort of strange blue costume with his hair sprayed blonde and gelled up into spikes like lightning bolts. You weren’t sure how you knew, but you knew that he was Tommy, the son of your neighbor, Wanda.

“Sorry!” he said guiltily, his air of rambunctiousness fading as he took his foot out of the decimated pumpkin, guts stringing from his shoe.

You eyed his costume and tried to figure out what it was. “What are you supposed to be?”

“Uncle Pietro!” he said proudly, scuffing the pumpkin guts off his shoe and onto the grass.

You sewed your eyebrows. “Is that a comic book character or something?”

Tommy shrugged before turning around and speeding off. As soon as you could blink, he was gone.

“That kid should do track someday,” you mumbled to yourself, straightening the witch’s hat on your head. You really couldn’t think of anything else to dress up as, being a fully grown adult, so you opted for the classic witch. A pointy black hat, a black skirt, and a corset that was admittedly revealing. You must have bought the costume far ahead in preparation because you couldn’t quite remember when or where you had bought it.

Everyone seemed more cheery than usual that night. There was chatter and laughter all throughout the streets, and you decided to walk them for a while to just take in the gleeful atmosphere.

It was a while before you got to the edge of town, the last neighborhood before the city line: Ellis Avenue. You noticed that the Halloween cheer seemed to radiate from the heart of Westview, and out here on the edge of town, there was less of it. In fact, it was completely silent. You noticed people out in their yard, some kids dressed as skeletons with trick or treat bags in their hands. They seemed to just be standing, and as you passed them you expected to see them whispering to each other about some prank they were planning. But as you looked at their faces, their eyes were open. Their mouths were open as if they were trying to get a word out. They weren’t just standing—they were entirely frozen.

Besides technology being a threat to children, you knew drugs were, too. It wouldn’t be untypical for some teens to take drugs on Halloween, so you stopped and took a few steps closer to them.

“Excuse me,” you gently spoke as you looked between their faces. “Are you kids alright?” They made no movement. They were like statues, ones that were crafted with looks of terror on their faces before they were turned to stone. They were entirely inanimate. Was this just a decoration? A hyper realistic decoration made to look like real trick or treaters? You didn’t notice any wires or buttons, but there was an unsettling feeling in your stomach telling you to keep walking.

As you kept down the lit but quiet street, a fog blew in through your feet. Some crickets were chirping from the woods nearby, and you could hear the electronic whoosh of blown-up and lit-up decorations on almost every house on the street, but other than that, it was quiet. Yet there were people. There were people in their yards frozen in the start of the celebratory night, like they had stepped out their house to join in on the festivities but weren’t able to get very far.

“What the hell is going on…” The street looked like memory of life, like you were walking through a 3D snapshot left to dust.

As you neared the very end of the street, you looked beyond the road to a section of field in front of the woods that served as the Westview boundary. You were about to turn around and go back to investigate more of what was going on, but suddenly you noticed a glimmer in the air and stopped. Were your eyes deceiving you? Were you the one that had taken drugs and was tripping out of your mind?

You noticed a strange glimmer in the air again, and then a sort of colorful glitch. “What…” you whispered, walking closer to whatever it was in the air right in front of you. You stepped past the concrete road, your witchy heels walking in the grass as you noticed the glitch appear again. Was it a strange reflection of light from the streetlight? Was it fireflies in the air playing a trick on you?

The glitch appeared in the air again, and you stepped closer to it, raising your hand. It was right in front of you now, illuminating in your eyes, and you could hear some strange buzzing noise right in your ears. A sort of fatigue passed you all of a sudden, like you were a machine slowing down. Nonetheless, you raised your hand, bringing a few fingers to touch the light. As soon as your fingers felt a strange thick energy in the air, a burst of red flashed before your eyes before you were pushed back, propelling all the way backwards onto the street and hitting the concrete hard.

Your breath was knocked out of you with an involuntary huff, and you groaned from the ache in your back as you slowly sat up, your hat having fallen off and rolled a bit away from you. As you opened your eyes, they widened at what you saw. The small glitch of light you had seen before had morphed into a nucleus of red that was pulsating outwards as if spreading itself over a wall. It hummed and throbbed, as if offended by your touch, before it began shrinking into itself and snapping shut, disappearing and leaving nothing but the pure air in front of you. You noticed a few smaller glitches appear on this strange invisible boundary before they stopped all together.

You nearly shrieked when you heard loud noises come from behind you. Turning your head, you saw that Ellis Avenue was alive again, with kids running all around and the parents continuing their duties of passing out candy to them. Even the group of skeletons were sprinting now, chattering and talking loudly. Ellis was alive again.

Sitting in the middle of the road, you shrieked when you saw headlights coming fast towards you. This strange fatigue still lingering inside you prevented you from being able to scramble up, and you were practically accepting your fate as this car barreled towards you. Raising a hand over your face, you winced and waited to feel the car smack into you. Instead, you heard the loud squealing of brakes and the shrieking of rubber tires against the road. The noises came closer to you until it was right in front of you, but then they stopped suddenly. You could hear the hum of an engine in your ears, and the smell of exhaust, and when you finally opened your eyes, all you could see was bright whiteness. Blinking, your vision cleared, and you saw that the bumper of the car was right in front of your nose, headlights blinding your eyes.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, hon!” yelled a womanly voice as you slowly picked yourself up from the ground, grabbing your witch’s hat and putting it on as if it would protect you. You shielded your eyes from the headlights and saw a woman poking her head through the driver’s side window. It was Agatha, your neighbor.

“Hey, I know you!” she called, pointing your finger in the air. “Oh my gosh, you’re one of the neighbors! Two doors down, right?”

You nodded, feeling confused and strange and slightly dizzy. It wasn’t because you nearly got hit by a car—it was because of the strange invisible wall that felt like it was watching you now.

“Get in! The least I can do is give you a ride after nearly turning you into roadkill,” she said sarcastically before giving out a shrill laughter that made your ears hurt.

Too confused to deny and a little scared to walk home by yourself, you walked to the passenger side of the car and got in. Once you closed the door, the nervous feeling in your stomach seemed to shrink deeper. Agatha propelled the car forward and turned it into a U-shape, turning onto Ellis Avenue.

You hadn’t even noticed, but Agatha was also dressed as a witch, wearing a nearly identical pointy hat like yours. “Well, I guess witches must be in season!” she exclaimed when she noticed your costume. “Although your costume is much more on the edge than mine—look at that corset!” she exclaimed, reaching over and dragging a finger down the waist of the corset. You jumped, having been too absorbed in watching how lively Ellis was now. “Mine is a little more vintage. I was going for a more Salem coven vibe, if you know what I mean.”

You weren’t even listening to her. “How are they alive again?” you whispered to yourself, noticing that not a single person in the neighborhood was frozen like they had been only minutes ago.

Agatha stopped talking, looking over at you with a polite grin but concerned eyes. “What’s that, honey?”

You pointed out the window. “These people… They were all frozen like… like statues…” You were too flabbergasted to realize how crazy you sounded.

“My, I sure hope I didn’t bump your head back there!” Agatha giggled, pulling a strange face that you didn’t notice.

You remained quiet as Agatha started talking about how her husband, Ralph, never wanted to celebrate Halloween. You were thankful that you were still in a daze when she started talking about how she even tried to dress up as a sexy nurse for him.

Finally, you made it back to your own neighborhood. Agatha pulled the car into her own driveway, given that your house was only two doors down. Once the car was turned off, you started to get out, wanting to just go to your bed and sleep after the strange things you had experienced. Agatha’s voice stopped you. “Would you like to come inside? I make a great dirty apple cider. One or two of those and you won’t remember a thing the next day! See, I do about one fourth cider and three fourths bourbon, and—”

“No thanks, Agatha,” you told her with a weak smile. “I’m not feeling too well. I need to just go home and sleep.”

She looked slightly disappointed, but she quickly recovered with her characteristic charming smile. “Oh, no worries, dear! You go rest up, and I’ll make a batch to bring you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Agatha,” you smiled, getting out of the car and feeling refreshed by the cool air. Walking to the sidewalk, you began the walk to your house. Between Agatha’s house and yours was Wanda’s house. Although you often saw her out and about around town, you hadn’t talked to your neighbor very much. You honestly couldn’t even remember when she moved in.

You were almost past Wanda’s house when you heard a door open. Looking up, you saw Wanda stepping out of her house. Shock filled you at the sight of her—you weren’t sure what she was dressed as, but it was an outfit that made your breath catch. She was dressed in an all-red leotard with tight pink tights and a strange sort of crown on her head. You assumed maybe it was some sort of comic book character, given Tommy’s costume from earlier, but it was incredibly breathtaking.

“Y/n!” she called, and even from there you could see her wide grin. “What a surprise running into you!”

You gave her a polite smile, but your eyebrows threaded. Strange running into you? She had opened her door right as you were walking by it—it didn’t seem like a coincidence.

“Why don’t you come in!” she called, waving you towards her porch.

“Sorry, Wanda,” you yelled as much as you could with how tired you felt. “I’ve had a strange night. I’m just going to—”

“Come in,” she said again, this time the smile on her face fading. Suddenly, you found yourself sharply turning towards her driveway and walking up it. Why were you going to her house? Why had you obeyed her? Why couldn’t you stop your feet from walking?

Wanda watched you with a sort of satisfied smirk as you robotically walked up her steps. She stepped aside to let you pass through the door, and you involuntarily did. You had never been in Wanda’s house before. It was nice and normal like every other house on the street, and you noticed a video game console connected to the TV. The living room was a little messy, with soda cans and candy wrappers everywhere.

“Sorry about the mess,” she apologized while she closed the door, and you could’ve sworn you heard a lock. “My brother Pietro has been staying here and he’s… not very tidy.” She clasped her hands together and stared at you.

You turned to look at her, waiting for her to say something or offer you a reason why she wanted you to stop by, but she only looked at you. “Where’s the kids?” you asked politely.

“Trick-or-treating, of course!” she said obviously. “With Pietro.”

You nodded, realizing it was a pretty stupid question. “Is Vision out with them?”

You noticed Wanda’s eyes dart to the side as she opened her mouth and hesitated before speaking. “Probably. He’s out, is all I know. Don’t know when he’ll decide to come back,” she said with a nervous giggle. “Can I get you something? Water or juice? We’re not really drinkers, so I don’t have any—”

“Sorry, Wanda,” you interrupted her as you felt a pounding reside in your brain. It felt like a headache was coming on, an intense one that made you pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut. “I really don’t feel good. I may be getting sick and I wouldn’t want you or the kids to catch whatever it is.”

“You’re fine,” she said, and although there was a smile on her face, her voice was firm. “Why don’t you sit down?” She gestured to the couch, but then realized it was a mess from Pietro crashing on it. “Well, actually… How about we go upstairs? You can lay down on the bed while I—”

“Wanda, I need to go home,” you interrupted her again, feeling nervous as to why she was insisting that you stay there or that you go lie in her bed when you have your own bed just next door.

Her smile slowly faded as she fiddled her fingers. “Are you alright, y/n? You seem a little pale.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” you exclaimed, not meaning to be harsh with her but feeling irritated and dizzy. “I’m sorry, I just…” You rubbed your face with both of your hands. “I need to get away for a while, I think. I’ve been so out of it.”

“Get away?” Wanda echoed, her eyebrow lowering in a subtle manner. “What do you mean?”

“Just a vacation or something. I feel like I’ve been in this town forever.” You started to hear that strange humming in your ears again, chocking it up to a weird side effect of your oncoming headache. “I can’t even remember the last time I went on vacation. I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast this morning, or where I got this costume, or when I started working at my job, or when I even fucking moved here. I can’t even fucking remember what happened before I got in Agatha’s car…” All you could remember now was red light in your eyes and energetic humming in your ears.

“Oh, honey, come upstairs,” Wanda urged you. “You look like you’re about to fall over.” She pressed a hand to your lower back, and a few moments later you found yourself walking up the stairs with Wanda. Then, you found yourself sitting on her bed. Were you dissociating? Was your body going on autopilot and just doing whatever Wanda told it to do?

“Wanda…” you mumbled, glancing to her to see that she was closing her bedroom door, and you watched her hand linger on the handle before you heard a click.

Wanda was always so neighborly. Always inviting you over, which you politely declined, always bringing you casseroles and cakes for no reason other than that she wanted to be nice. In fact, you had never seen anything other than a cheery smile on her face. Now that she was slowly turning around to face you, something was terrifyingly different on her face. Her eyebrows were lowered, her red lips bent in a sort of scowl.

You felt the human urge to flee, to escape, to run away, but some weird force kept you sitting there on the bed. As you looked at Wanda’s darkened green eyes, and her scowl that turned upwards into a smirk, you managed to connect the dots. Was she controlling you? Was she in your mind, messing with the controls of your brain to operate you like her little puppet?

“Smart girl,” she whispered, and your face dropped in terror as your questions were answered. “What were you thinking? Going out all by yourself on the edge of town.”

“I… I…” Your mind was blanking.

“Were you trying to leave?” her voice lowered two octaves as she stared you down like a lion. You were trembling under her gaze as the altered reality you had been living in started crashing down around you.

“You know that leaving is not allowed, honey,” she continued, taking a calculated step closer to you. “Why would you want to leave me—Westview?” she corrected, but you felt like the word choice was also calculated.

“I wasn’t trying to leave,” you told her. “I was just walking around town. I got to Ellis Avenue and I saw…” you trailed, trying to focus through Wanda’s hand in your brain to remember what you saw.

Wanda took another step towards you, and she was standing in front of you now. She brought her hand to your chin, her smooth fingers cradling it and lifting your face up to look at her tilted head. “Saw what, honey?”

Before you could say anything, her hand slipped down to your throat and gently clasped it. Wanda pushed you backwards slowly, placing her knee on the bed and crawling over you as she moved you so easily to your back. You laid on the bed, staring up with wide eyes at your neighbor who was kneeling between your legs.

“You can’t leave, y/n,” Wanda huskily whispered as her other hand rested on the middle of your stomach, feeling you inhale and exhale fearfully. “I won’t let you.” Her hand lowered, swiveling around the crescent of your hip before slipping under your skirt and landing between your legs, cupping you. Your breath hitched at the feeling, and although panic was quickly rising within you, heat blossomed from where her hand was.

“What do you mean?” you breathlessly asked as Wanda lost focus, trailing her eyes over your skimpy corset and your short skirt that was raised over your hips now. She licked her lips, her fingers hooking around the hem of your panties.

“Walking around town at night, during Halloween, wearing something like this?” She clicked her tongue, her wild eyes flashing back to yours. “If only I didn’t give you the costume myself, I would be punishing you over my lap right now.”

She gave you the costume? No, no, you found the costume in your closet. You bought it yourself at… You couldn’t remember where you bought it. You couldn’t remember it ever even being in your closet until hours before when you were scrummaging for something to wear. Did she sneak into your house and put it there?

More important matters were on your mind. “Wanda, what do you mean you won’t let me leave?”

“Hush, kitten. Mommy’s waited so long to have you.” She started to drag your panties down your thighs, breathing through her teeth as her eyes focused in between your skirt.

Wanda was the most attractive woman in Westview, although you had never thought of her that way because she was married and had children. Still, you wondered why you weren’t trying to leave, why you were letting her drop your panties to the floor.

Her hands took the underside of your knees and bent them upwards, spreading them so you were wide open for her. She lowered herself down between your legs, and before you knew it, her mouth was on you.

Your lips fell open as Wanda began to devour you, moaning into you as her tongue rolled over your clit. Your mind was hurting from confusion and from Wanda messing with it, but it started to fade away as she pleasured you. There was desperation in the way she ate you, like she had been dreaming for years to spread your legs and have just a taste of you. You couldn’t remember Wanda ever flirting with you or showing anything other than neighborly care, but her desire was clear in the way she hooked her arms around your thighs to keep you still as she tasted you.

“Wanda,” you breathed, your chest arching off the bed as your hips bucked towards her mouth. You glanced down to see her locks of red hair sprawled across your thighs, her cardboard crown poking your thighs. You were growing dizzy, a pressure forming in your lower abdomen as your thighs squeezed around her head. She gave a guttural moan right against your clit that pushed you over the edge, throwing your head back in a high-pitched moan as you came. Wanda continued to lap at you through your climax, her fingertips pressing into your thighs so hard they left bruises.

Wanda carried you through your high until you fell back against the bed, panting and feeling the tingly feelings linger within you. You felt a sort of guilt for what had just happened, how you had let a married woman put you on her bed and put her head between your legs, until Wanda rose up and placed a leg outside of yours, keeping one between your legs as she cupped you again, this time touching you bare. Your juices were glistening on her lips, her lipstick not as smudged as you thought it would be. You tensed when you felt her fingers reach your entrance but then stop suddenly. Her dark eyes flickered, and she took her hand away.

“No,” she whispered to herself. “I want to savor you.”

She got off of you, placing your skirt back over your legs with one hand as she sucked your wetness off the fingers of her other hand. You were weak as you sat up on your elbows, looking at her in confusion. She was going to savor you? Was she going to ask you out again or something? How was she going to assume that you were going to say yes, or that you were going to let her touch you again?

“I don’t have to assume,” she answered for you, and she stretched her hand out towards you. You saw a flash of red and heard that loud buzzing sound in your ears before you fell asleep.

You were in a strange place when you woke up. It was a bedroom, an unfamiliar one that was decorated strangely. There was some sort of TV hanging on the wall, except it was wide and completely flat. As you sat up from the bed, feeling dizzy and sore, you looked around the room and noticed that it looked familiar.

It was Wanda’s room, but it was decorated completely different. It was more modern, with a strange device the size of your hand sitting on the nightstand. It looked like a mini version of the strange TV hanging on the wall.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

You jumped, not having seen Wanda standing there in the doorway. She was wearing a blue plaid robe with a gray shirt and sweatpants. As you looked down, you were also dressed differently in sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. You knew that you had went to sleep wearing something different. Did she change your clothes?

You glanced to a calendar on the wall beside the mirror, and for some reason you didn’t gasp in shock to realize that you were in an entirely different decade. You only smiled at Wanda and told her good morning, completely involuntarily. Wanda grinned and tilted her head, and in the look on her face you realized that she was controlling you and that she had been all along. You were in her forcefield that she built around you, and she certainly was never, ever going to let you leave.

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #lesbian #lgbt #wanda maximoff x reader #nsft #smut #marvel #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x f!reader #dark!wanda #crimsonween

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It's sad that you've chosen to bring politics into your blog. Innocent people in Israel and Palestine are both being affected by the actions of terror groups, so why are saying "Free Palestine" and ignoring the suffering of millions of Israeli Jews, Muslims, Christians, Druze, etc?

I didn't bring it into my blog though. Somebody sent unsolicited fake propaganda to me. I simply responded to that. Your ask once again brings the politics into my space and expressly seeks commentary, under the protective veil of anonymity.

As a half-Palestinian (based overseas) with branches of family on both sides of the border, I don't owe you or anyone else any explanation for not wanting my family to be ethnically cleansed by genocidaires, their culture and history erased, and having what precious little remains of their land stolen from under them to hand over to extremist settlers who literally want them dead (irrespective of whether they are Muslim, Christian or Druze) because of a destructive ideology.

And so you ask me 'why are you saying "Free Palestine" [...]?'

Asking for Palestinian civilians not to be murdered in cold blood or forcibly displaced does not equate advocating violence against other people or ignoring their suffering. Expressing objections to the actions of a government or apartheid ideology does not equate hostility or indifference towards ordinary civilians living under that government or support for terror groups.

So you are extrapolating and drawing a false equivalence because I didn't include an exhaustive list of every group you wanted in a freaking hashtag; classic 'I like pancakes' 'So you hate waffles?' fallacy. Your ask is akin to replying 'All lives matter' to a BLM post.

But it remains an incontrovertible fact that at the present time, Palestinians of all religions are being massacred and having buildings flattened at a wholly disproportionate rate to other civilians in the immediate region, in flagrant violation of international humanitarian law. The military machine is being funded by some of the world's biggest superpowers and civilians have nowhere to flee or access to resources. It's like medieval siege warfare but on a national scale. There is also a massive disparity in the quality of life for civilians in Palestine compared to those in Israel due to long-standing obstructive practices concerning access to basic amenities, border control and import control. For many years it has been for all intents and purposes an open prison. "Free Palestine" encompasses allowing them to have basic living standards and human rights on a par with their neighbours at a very minimum.

I say a very minimum because I am well aware of how many ethnicities and religions are treated as second class citizens in Israel by its apartheid regime, including some of its own Jews (eg. branches of Judaism that don't support or recognise the current State as politically or theologically valid). If you want to see Israel's track record for treating its own Jews of Arab or African ethnicity, look up how naturalised Israeli-Ethiopian Jews regularly suffer racial discrimination and the frankly stomach-churning Yemenite Children Affair.

The apartheid has been going on for generations and needs to stop. And I am so very tired of having to justify asking for my family to be recognised as human beings without having some sort of accusation thrown at me.

This is the last post on this matter.

Anon asks will be closed for the foreseeable.

#anon ask #whataboutism #tone policing #Also where on earth have you been? My Pantalone fics are inherently political #try reading less smut fics and more history books #empty vessels make the loudest sound

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2023 Favorites

I'm kinda glad I was keeping track of what I watched, in retrospect, because looking back over my posts this year, I realized I forgot about a lot of stuff. XD After looking over the recaps and excluding rewatches, here's my top ten New Stuff I Watched for 2023:

10. Cabinet Of Curiosities

Bizarre nightmares unfold in eight tales of terror in a visually stunning, spine-tingling horror collection curated by Guillermo del Toro.

If GDT is your guy, give this a watch. Creature features, cursed objects, aliens, you name it. 8/8 tentacled eldritch abominations.

9. Wolf Creek

Three backpackers stranded in the Australian outback are plunged inside a hellish nightmare of insufferable torture by a sadistic psychopathic local.

Holy shit, this was intense. And as I said initially, so mean. If you're into Texas Chainsaw Massacre, try this. I'm into franchise bingo, so I'm going to look into the sequels and TV series. 3/3 heads on a stick.

8. Requiem For A Dream

The drug-induced utopias of four Coney Island people are shattered when their addictions run deep.

I get the feeling this is one of those that hurts so much more on rewatching, so there's that to look forward to. I've also rarely seen movies that do so much harmonizing between the music and the visuals, and it was so satisfying. 4/4 refrigerator jump scares.

7. Evil Dead Rise

A twisted tale of two estranged sisters whose reunion is cut short by the rise of flesh-possessing demons, thrusting them into a primal battle for survival as they face the most nightmarish version of family imaginable.

This was probably the most fun I had with a horror movie all year, TBH. Horror exploring family dynamics will always be a fave, and this brought plenty of fresh stuff to the franchise while also holding onto the core traits. 5/5 Staffenies.

6. Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

A charming thief and a band of unlikely adventurers embark on an epic quest to retrieve a lost relic, but things go dangerously awry when they run afoul of the wrong people.

This was the most fun I had watching a movie all year, period. If you know nothing about DND, it's a good fantasy movie. If you're a DND nerd, the game mechanics are baked into it. If you're a fan of found families, guess what! 6/6 stealth checks.

5. Cowboy Bebop

A ragtag crew of bounty hunters chases down the galaxy's most dangerous criminals. They'll save the world--for the right price.

I got exactly what I wanted out of this, so haters be damned. The anime is a masterpiece and a classic, but if you're not in the mood for the existentialism and other heavier themes, here ya go. 3/3 shower-bath-showers.

4. The Black Phone

After being abducted by a child killer and locked in a soundproof basement, a 13-year-old boy starts receiving calls on a disconnected phone from the killer's previous victims.

Near perfect, as far as I'm concerned. The older I get, the more kids-in-danger as a concept fucks with me, making this the most stressful movie I watched this year (though It Chapter One gave it a run for its money, and I still think they would make a great double feature). 5/5 black balloons.

3. Evil Dead (2013)

Five friends head to a remote cabin, where the discovery of a Book of the Dead leads them to unwittingly summon up demons living in the nearby woods.

It's gnarly. It's badass. I almost puked. I had THE BEST time. The story works as an effective allegory, the effects are gruesomely awesome, and the finale is metal af. Plain and simple. 70,000/70,000 gallons of fake blood.

2. The Crow

A man brutally murdered comes back to life as an undead avenger of his and his fiancée's murder.

Beautiful, sad, aesthetic for days, hella good soundtrack. *chef kiss* I still haven't seen The Batman, but they seem visually similar, so if you like that, you'll probably like this. For more in-depth thoughts, read my post. 1/1 epic rooftop guitar solos.

1. The Fall Of The House Of Usher

To secure their fortune (and future) two ruthless siblings build a family dynasty that begins to crumble when their heirs mysteriously die, one by one.

Not just a new favorite Mike Flanagan. A new favorite in general, and my number one for the year. I just screamed about this one last month, and I don't have anything more to add. I've seen Succession comparisons, and while I have no idea how accurate that is, there's my "if you like that, here's this." Holy crap. 7/7 deadly sins personified.

Happy New Year! 🥂

#yearly round up #watch a thon 2023 #tfothou #the crow 1994 #evil dead 2013 #the black phone #cowboy bebop netflix #dnd honor among thieves #evil dead rise #requiem for a dream #wolf creek #guillermo del toro's cabinet of curiosities

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Will who isn't the perfect ray of sunshine everyone thinks he is

Who seems so nice. So charismatic and handsome and friendly.

Who, behind closed doors, is jealous, spiteful, violent.

Who seemed, to Nico, so sweet and caring. Like someone who could heal him, fix him.

Who started with infantilizing him, talking down to him, making him believe that his body and mind, his feelings of doubt, are not to be trusted. That they're self-sabotaging in nature, driving him away from the one good thing he has going for him all because of a little disagreement.

Who, when Nico rebelled, told him not to treat him like a child, would just excuse it with 'I'm only looking out for you, Nico. Since you have such a terrible track record of taking care of yourself.'

Who escalated to insults and put-downs, that seem like joking on the surface so that, if he ever stood up for himself, he'd just be treated as the resident sourpuss who can't take a joke. Nobody would take his complaints seriously, even if he started crying, nobody would think anything but 'classic Nico, always so sensitive, so insecure, it's honestly annoying'.

Who hit him for the first time when he was waking up from a night terror, still not fully aware of what's a dream and what's real, hoping to calm him down like they do in the movies.

Who blamed the stinging of Nico's cheek on adrenaline and the last tendrils of his flashback, causing phantom pains. He knew it was bullshit, and Nico suspected it was bullshit, but he never said anything because... Well, who's the expert on these things, Nico? Me or you?

Who Nico was scared to lay down next to, but still did, laying awake the rest of the night, wondering how he got to this point.

Who got worse from there.

Who, when he was no longer able to convince Nico it never happened, he just healed the injury before he went outside. Because nobody would ever believe Nico without the scars to prove it. Even /with/ the scars to prove it, most would think he was lying, trying to slander the name of the most beloved boy in the camp.

Who, when Hazel started getting suspicious of Will, told Nico she was probably just looking to break them up because she's homophobic. She's not, and she's never said anything that could be mistaken as such, but she's from an older time, and he points to that as proof. And Nico has no choice but to believe him, he just wants what's best for him after all.

Percy whose heart stops beating for a minute when he sees Nico in the shadowy corner of his bedroom, battered, bleeding, and passed out because he used the very last of his strength to shadow-travel somewhere safe.

Who picks him up, light and bony as ever from his worsening depression and from the nerve-racking stress this relationship has put on him, and holds him close, patching him up the way him and his momma would do for each other all those years ago, never once trying to wake him up. He needs all the sleep he can get, and this could be the last peaceful sleep he gets in a while.

Who puts him in his own bed and sleeps on the couch instead, but not before making sure his front and back doors are both locked. He didn't think Will could tell where Nico was, or would travel all the way to his apartment from camp, but he had to make sure the poor thing was safe.

Who couldn't sleep, not just because the couch is uncomfortable, but because every time he started to drift off, he could swear he started smelling beer and stale pizza, and his nerves jolted him awake again.

#tw abuse #abusive!will #dark!will #dark!solangelo #abusive!solangelo #I'm so sorry I just had this concept floating around in my head for so long

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Resident Evil Rock Band AU

Featuring Claire as the frontman, Leon on lead guitar, Jill on the bass, and Chris on the drums.

Claire, Leon, Jill, and Chris form a band named Resident Evil a la Måneskin, a slutty little rock group with hard vocals, a heavy bassline, and songs about getting fucked and destroying the world

Claire is the frontman, lead singer, and face of the group. She's your classic riot grrrl rockstar, an outspoken feminist and anti-bioterrorism activist. She's a little rough around the edges but loves a good laugh and will protect the people she loves with her life. She's been arrested several times for protesting, vandalism, and punching assholes who deserved it.

Leon plays guitar, and yes he is that guitarist, the one everyone falls in love with. While his performances are over the top, he's much shyer offstage and doesn't quite know how to take a compliment. Fans love his interviews because he's so genuinely honest and unintentionally funny. His dad jokes have gone viral (pun intended) several times. While not as openly controversial as Claire, he also advocates for victims of bioterrorism and actively volunteers to help cities in crisis after attacks.

Jill is the band's stoic and beloved bass player. Quieter than her bandmates, Jill is the heart of the group. While everyone plays their part in writing and composing RE's songs, Jill is the main lyricist and producer of their tracks. She often streams live from their studio and shows fans the process of making music. She is very visibly ex-military and keeps up with her training, sometimes filming her exercises and regiments. She can be found with Leon volunteering during bioterrorism crises.

Chris is very similar to his sister. Ex-military and outspoken, he is the voice of the group and has gotten into his fair share of scandals for not following the rules. He is loud and passionate and openly adores his bandmates and fans. Out of everyone, he is most willing to go out of his way to interact with fans and will always leave them with a piece of encouraging advice. He is the jokester of the group and fully believes that any publicity is good publicity. He is the only member who still takes military contracts to work on the front lines of terror attacks.

Resident Evil was formed after all four band members survived the atrocity of Raccoon City. Claire had been in the city visiting her brother Chris while on break from college. Chris and Jill worked together on a special task force with the police department and lived in the city. Leon, a Raccoon native, was a local firefighter. Chris, Jill, and Leon were all first responders when the outbreak started, with Chris and Jill organising rescues and helping survivors make it to the safety of the police station and Leon working triage with them. Claire volunteered her help and the four of them worked together until the virus breached RPD and there was nothing left to do but survive.

None of them ever really talk about what happened in the city, but many of their songs condemn the actions, ideologies, and greed that allowed Raccoon to fall victim to bioterrorism. Their most popular song is a ballad in remembrance of the victims of that day, ironically seconded by a raunchy tune about fucking until the dawn because you're never promised tomorrow.

No one knows if anyone in the band is actually dating or not (except Claire and Chris who are known siblings and obviously not together). Leon is frequently seen making out with Claire and Chris both on and off the stage; Claire has been caught on camera multiple times with Jill; and Jill is often seen out with Chris, though most fans think she's dating their stage manager Carlos Oliveira

RE performs an annual charity show for victims of bioterrorism, all of the proceeds of which go towards NGOs like TerraSave. The group is currently working to organize a charity festival with bigger bands for greater proceeds

(To Be Continued..)

Ahh! The start of a larger AU! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed <3

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Since I Ever Was Your Star

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader

Summary: The Red Hood has been terrorizing the Gotham underground for months, claiming to reveal himself once the time is right. It doesn’t bother you; you’re too focused on your promotion to Assistant Deputy Chief of the GCPD. Besides, you have other things to worry about, like your childhood friend Jason Todd coming back into town.

/ It was a kiss unlike your first one so many springs ago, where you bumped noses and clinked teeth. Instead it was a kiss that waited for years, never losing hope that there was still passion.

Cw: dubcon, alcohol consumption, humiliation, blackmail, slight yandere!/ mostly scumbag!Jason Todd, smut

“And here we have our beloved Captain who’s worked tirelessly this past month to implement the GCPD’s latest program on neighborhood safety in this underserved district…”

You switched the news channel to something else, too embarrassed to hear your own voice. Besides, you experienced the news interview firsthand. You knew how it ended.

“The Red Hood’s actions have become bolder in the past few weeks, claiming to reveal his identity soon. Many speculate who might be under the red hood, ranging from–“

Shutting off the TV with the remote, you let out an exhausted sigh in the break room. The day was long but finally over. Another day closer to finding out if you’d get this promotion or not. Another day closer to reaching your dreams. The anticipation was wearing you thin, killing you slowly with dread. You had about a week until they gave you their answer.

Up against Thomas “Mack” Mackenzie for the promotion of Assistant Deputy Chief, you hoped that your sincerity and dedication to the department would outweigh whatever Mack had against you.

The man fit every citizen’s stereotype of the classic GCPD officer: a jaded individual too focused on getting his paycheck instead of helping his community. He was gruff when speaking to victims of crime, blaming them at times for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, finding any excuse to place them at fault instead of the city’s corrupt police department. You were certain he was corrupt in some way or somehow, though your only basis for this belief was in your disdain.

Despite this, the higher-ups loved his shit.

Though the same rank, he used his age and gender to belittle you. You worked hard to rank up to Captain III in the Organized Crime Control Bureau in under ten years. This feat didn’t impress him.

Mack had more experience due to how long he’s served. A man was more naturally adept at protecting. T safe

“Because you’re a woman,” he rationalized. “They’re trying to push an agenda nowadays. It doesn’t mean you’re any good. You just checked off all the boxes.”

You ignored his taunts and insults, suffering in silence to just get the job done and go. As stupid and hopeless as it was –Mack pointed this out whenever you mentioned it– you wanted to rank higher and use your influence to clean up Gotham. You truly believed that you could.

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Changing out of your uniform in the locker rooms, you stepped out into the night, wrapping your wool cardigan around you tightly. It wasn’t safe to walk around Gotham City in a uniform, whether clocked in or not. But it also wasn’t safe to walk around the city as a woman either. You chose to dress out as the latter of the two, at least you felt cute this way. How many months had it been since your last date? You knew how to protect yourself anyway.

Glancing up at the archaic building that made up the police headquarters, you hoped you’d soon see a higher view. You worked so hard for this. You wanted it. You wouldn’t do anything toT stop you from your dreams.

The walk and train stop from HQ to your apartment was short, under 30 minutes if some villain hadn’t hijacked the tracks or used it in their grand scheme to get their ass beat by Batman and Robin.

Batman. The dark knight was a figure that showed up in the middle of your youth, vowing to be vengeance against the darkness of Gotham. You wondered if your life would have turned out any different if he had shown up sooner. You wondered if you and him would have had a better chance at life.

Though lost in your thoughts about childhood innocence, Batman and crime, you were still aware enough of your surroundings to know that there was a pair of footsteps behind you that followed you to your seat on the train.

Remaining calm, you tried to think of the situation rationally. It was a little after rush hour but the station was still packed with people. Humans were creatures of habit and today you decided to walk a different way. Maybe it was you who walked across the path of this stranger –a man, based on the weight of his steps.

You didn’t acknowledge him as two stops flew by, sitting together in silence. From what you could see in your peripherals, he was big both in size and height. A baseball cap that covered his features. A dark red hoodie. You felt his thigh press against yours, the denim worn against your bare skin. I shouldn’t wear a dresses on the train, you thought.

Three stops later and you were almost home. Gathering your bag, you stood up quickly to leave. You had misread the situation with the stranger. You were just two people trying to get on with your lives.

Nearly exiting the station, a calloused hand grabbed at your wrist. Years of training caused you to whip around quickly, but the sudden touch still surprised you. Fist balled up and ready to strike, you assessed the person who held you.

Baseball cap, dark red hoodie, jeans. It was the man on the train.

He tilted his head and the movement lifted the shadows that hid him. Dark hair, blue eyes and that stupid smile.

“J –Jason?”

“Told you I had a face you couldn’t never forget.”

Fist unclenched, you threw yourself onto him in a hug. It was true that you couldn’t forget his face. Though years had passed since you last saw him, you were relieved that time had treated well.

Jason had obviously grown since the last time you saw him. Adolescence has a way of changing you. He was easily a head taller than you. His shoulders were broad and strong, made obvious by the fact that you couldn’t wrap your arms around them like you used to. Right now you found your face buried into his chest instead. He smelled like expensive cologne.

“Where have you been?” You asked, pulling away to search his face for any clues.

Time had let him grow into his features. His face had filled out, cheek bones prominent and jaw defined, the faint shadow of freshly shaved facial hair. You felt yourself smile a little, remembering that tiny kid who so desperately wanted a pornstache.

“Around,” he shrugged as if he hadn’t been out of your life for over a decade, if not more.

Walking side-by-side, you unconsciously followed the route to your apartment. The old you would have cried at the thought of it, you and Jason finally having a warm safe place to rest your heads.

“It’s been years, Jason,” you pointed out, wanting more of an explanation.

The last you heard he was the ward of the infamous Bruce Wayne, sent away to study abroad in some European country shortly after being adopted. Though the Gotham paparazzi loved anything involving Bruce, they usually had nothing to say when it came to his children. You wondered if the billionaire paid them off to be silent.

You felt him snake his hand down to yours and give it a light squeeze, your childhood way of saying sorry. You squeezed back before lacing his hand in yours. You’re forgiven.

You thought about how your hands used to be the same size but now his dwarfed yours easily. They were still rough though, but hopefully from lifting weights and not picking locks like Jason used to.

“Came back to town to say hello my old man,” Jason said, not giving more answers. “…and to see my favorite girl,” he added with a grin.

“But how did you find me?”

Jason didn’t have you on any form of social media and you had cut ties with everyone else from your youth.

“Hard to ignore such a pretty face when it’s been blasted all over the news lately,” he said dryly.

You gave him a look. “Guess I was just at the right place at the right time. I was actually on my way to that one diner we used to dream about eating at.”

You knew the one. When you and Jason wandered the streets one hot summer night, you stumbled upon it. It wasn’t anything special, tucked on the corner of Seventh and Lemon, not far from where your current living space was. In fact, that was the whole reason you decided to move to that apartment complex. It was close to the diner of your dreams. It was a way to tell yourself that you made it.

Jason and you had walked too far from home that summer night, ending up on the better side of town. Though the diner was near-empty, a few families and a handful of college-aged lovers made the place seem absolutely glamourous to the two of you who had nothing but each other.

Knowing you couldn’t afford it then, the two of you opted to scrounge around in the dumpster for leftovers instead. Luckily a kind worker took pity upon you two when they saw you as they were about to throw the trash. They came back with two milkshakes, two burgers and a basket of fries. It was still one of the best meals you ever had. The two of you made a greasy-fingered pinky promise to come again as paying customers.

“Come with?” Jason asked, motioning towards the left. To the right was your home full of piled up leftovers in your fridge. You made the sensible the choice and declined. Years of going without it made you hate the thought of wasting food.

“Not tonight.” Jason made a mock face of offense, hand clutching at his heart from your rejection.

“What about this Sunday? There’s a bar down that way too.”

“On Sunday, it’s a date,” he stated, placing a chaste kiss upon your knuckles. Since when had he been so smooth?

“Sunday,” you confirmed, giving him a wave after exchanging phone numbers. You felt his eyes follow you as you reached the front door of your building.

---

You heard the name before, who hadn’t in the past eight months? Taking up the moniker of one of the Joker’s first names, the Red Hood was a pain in the GCPD’s ass, yours especially right now.

Watching as two Capos were handcuffed and dragged along to the cop cars, you gave a dirty look to the man in the red helmet before you. The Red Hood rarely worked with the GCPD though your goals and interactions often crossed. He was often antagonistic towards the department, shooting bullets that barely missed your officers. You knew he missed on purpose too. Lord knows how much paperwork you filled out every time an officer or detective had an encounter with him.

“A part of me wants to believe that you’re not actually this incompetent and that maybe you just want to see me in action, Captain,” his words came out in a robotic drawl.

“Would you like that, Cap? You’ve seen what I can do on the streets, but how about what I can do underneath the sheets?”

You ignored the Red Hood’s taunts, desensitized to the shit he was spewing from Mack’s watercooler talks.

“Always thought you were a badge bunny,” a gruff voice boomed behind the two of you, clearly having overheard. “But you tryna fuck ‘Hood too? What does that make you?”

Mack thought before his mouth pulled wide into a lascivious grin. “Crimefucker.”

He barked in laughter, doubling over to slap his knee. He thought he was so funny. You heard some other officers laugh before shutting up after the glare you gave them.

“Oh shut the fuck up, Mack. Do you really need another complaint sent to HR for sexual harassment?”

He scoffed.

“You’re right, I guess it doesn’t matter. Your wife already left you and took half your shit anyway.”

“And you,” you shoved a finger into the chest of the vigilante, careful to avoid the bat symbol that held a taser’s charge. “I don’t need your help. As far as your proposition goes, if your sexual performance is anything like your work, I’m not impressed with someone who shoots blanks.”

Stalking off, you walked to the detectives who were in charge of investigating this specific crime family. You didn’t need this type of humiliation right now. Sunday couldn’t come faster.

---

Jason slunk into his hideout in an abandoned bunker right below One Police Plaza. The poetic side of him loved the irony of a vigilante living below the very system he disrupted.

Setting his helmet down and kicking off his boots, Jason plopped onto his busted leather couch, thinking of his past two encounters with you. It really had been too long. The Lazarus Pit fucked with his mind, fucked with his memories. He hated himself for forgetting you, too driven by madness and revenge to recall the sweetness of your voice or your touch that would soothe.

He wasn’t the same Jason Todd you knew back then. He came back from the dead unwillingly, but he’d come back better just for you.

It took years of training to build up all the muscle, his growth enhanced by the effects of the Pit. Jason took his time to learn, practiced written word and how to write sonnets dedicated to your beauty. He acquired wealth, mostly through illegal means, but that was something you were used to.

Jason fantasized about seeing you again, showing up at your door as a cultured man. He’d sweep you away and you two would finally run away from Gotham.

But Jason came back as a sicker man with a worse desire for you.

At first he was torn about what he should do. You were probably happier without him, probably made it out of that shithole Alley. Who was he to waltz back into the life you made without him?

But the more selfish side won. The side that always wanted to possess you and keep you for himself. The side that begrudged you for moving on without him.

He was especially critical about your choice in career. He wondered if you were just as corrupt as the other assholes in the department. Or maybe you were just their little whore. Even though he didn’t know the details, Jason wanted to punish you for thinking you could move on from him.

Not all dark, it was a hopeful side too. A piece of him that believed that you loved him as much as he loved you. That you still would after all these years. That you still would when you learned what became of him. A part of him that believed that maybe once you were reunited, he’d have someone worth living for.

Jason thought back to that promise ring he made you, a shitty knot of sidewalk weeds. You smiled at him brightly and said you’d always be his star. A shining point to guide him in the darkness. A star in the universe to show the possibility of what you and he could be.

He sat up, strengthening his resolve. He would have you. It was written in the stars.

---

“For some reason, I thought you’d order a salad,” you said, before tipping back the long neck of your beer bottle into your mouth. This was your fourth one, having pounded the first three quickly, thinking you didn’t feel a change in headspace. You were wrong.

“Really?” Jason responded, light blue eyes never leaving your mouth. Unlike you, he was still sipping on his second beverage, nursing it as if it was the last beer on earth.

Speaking in a voice more sultry than you intended –you blamed it on the alcohol, “Jason, you’re fucking huge.”

His smile was smug, black hair darkening his eyes. “I thought you wouldn’t tell me that until later on tonight.”

Normally his teasing wouldn’t bother you, used to it from the years you had known him. His words didn’t hold much weight for you then. You didn’t think any boy could ever love you, especially when you towered over them like you did with Jason. But every night you spent together, huddled together for warmth during the cold Gotham winter, he told you. He meant every word too, he’d say.

“Well I told you right now and maybe I’ll tell you later too,” you hinted. Inebriation made you bold.

Unused to this side of you, Jason jumped at the chance, hastily throwing down some bills.

“Your place?”

---

“Home sweet home,” you said, ungracefully dropping your keys and purse by door. Jason picked them up and placed them on the counter after locking the door behind him.

“Home,” you said, turning around to look at him, some stupid smile on your face. You were drunk and you didn’t care about being secretive about your feelings towards the man. “Because you’re here with me.”

You could feel the heat from Jason’s cheeks –or maybe it was yours. “It’s a step up from that shitty youth center with the bunk beds.” You both crinkled your noses in disgust before laughing. Look at how far you had come since then.

Showing him the rest of your place, Jason took note of all the details. Your interior style was everything you wanted back then. He was happy that you got it but jealous that he wasn’t the one who provided it for you.

Once reaching your bedroom, he quickly eyed a set of shiny cuffs.

“Oh, what’s this?”

You stepped in front of him to obscure his view. It didn’t work. He could easily see over you.

“It’s for work,” you said hurriedly. “I’m a captain for the GCPD, ya know. Organized crime and vices.”

“Always thought you’d look hot in a uniform… Wait, what are you doing?”

What were you doing? It was habit for you to strip down to your underwear the moment you got home, the confines of the starch stiff uniform too constricting for your liking.

Normally you’d cover yourself and stammer up an excuse and an apology. But it was Jason. And it had been so long since you’ve been with anyone and the thought of being with him excited you even more.

“What? You don’t want to cuddle?” You asked, stepping out of your dress and unhooking your bra, leaving you in your panties. They were lacy and showed off your body, chosen in the event that something might happen.

Jason smiled knowingly, “Hm, cuddling under the covers, huh?” He stripped himself down to his underwear.

You felt timid now that you were both under the covers. Jason’s strong arms dragged you across to his side of the bed, pulling you close to his chest. You weren’t sure of whose heart it was, but it was beating loudly and erratically.

“I really missed you, baby,” he said softly into your hair, ending his confession with a kiss.

“Missed you too, Jay,” you said back.

“Wanna feel how much I missed you?” He shifted his hips to grind into yours, something very stiff and girthy rubbing against you.

“Oh.”

Thinking that actions spoke louder than words, you tilted your head up to kiss him. It was open mouthed and wet, the faint flavor of alcohol on both your tongues. It was a kiss unlike your first one so many springs ago, where you bumped noses and clinked teeth. Instead it was a kiss that waited for years, never losing hope that there was still passion.

Hands felt hands and explored other parts of each other’s bodies, palms spread out to touch the most surface area. You and Jason couldn’t say how it started but you ended tangled up in each other’s longing.

Breathless, you both parted, staring into each other’s eyes. Jason moved slowly beneath you, his slow friction making you wet. Your inner thigh was pressed against his member. How could he stay sane when he was so impossibly hard?

Pulling his boxers down, his cock sprung out, giving you a gentle tap on the face due to his size. Jason smirked at your reaction, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Jason, you’re fucking huge.”

It was more of a moan than a compliment as you took him in your mouth. Jason closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of being inside your mouth, rutting along to your pace. He had dreamed of this for so long.

Jason knew he was being a little too rough, a little too forceful. There were tears in your eyes and you gagged against length. But he wanted you to have all of him.

Your fingers tapped against his thighs and he decided to be nice, pulling out of you. There’d be more opportunities for you to practice your technique and he would make sure you practiced.

“You’re rough.” It was neither a compliment nor an accusation.

He didn’t give you an apology. Jason would have been rougher if you let him. He was holding back on the desire to dominate you and take you as he wanted.

“Can we use these?” He asked, referring to the handcuffs from earlier. The keys sat diagonal from the cuffs position. You nodded.

“You were always so tough back then,” he murmured, locking the cuffs with a metallic clink as he pressed your upper back down so your pussy was out on display.

“How does it feel to be so helpless now?”

Growing wet from his words, you bit your lip, unsure of how to express it. It was hot. Being in a position of power at work, you always had to be a hard ass, always had to be a bitch to prove your worth. Being tied up and at the mercy of Jason was a tempting change in pace from the usual power you displayed.

“A part of me wants to see that strength one more time. See that fire in your eyes. But this is good too,” Jason praised, fingertips outlining your southern set of lips against the damp fabric.

“It’s fucking hot seeing you so vulnerable.”

“Jason, please,” you begged, adding on to your helplessness. You wriggled your hips in hopes that it would tempt him. He drew away instead to enjoy the view.

Achingly long, he gave into you, dragging the lace down the length of your legs. He wasted no time with fingering you. From how the gleam of your lips looked in the bedroom light, Jason knew you were wet enough.

“Your cunt looks so pretty with my cock buried deep in it,” he noted. Jason watched as his engorged member sunk deeper in you, the squelches combing with your moans to create something lewd. He pulled out quickly with a wet pop, fingers moving fast to see how much he stretched you.

You heard the rustle of clothes and felt the bed shift as he grabbed something. You wished that he would stop whatever he was doing and continue to fuck you.

Jason snapped a picture with his phone, the mechanical click breaking you from your wants. You turned around, eyes wide.

“Did you just…?”

“What?” He asked innocently. “Didn’t you say that you’d always be my star?”

You felt the heat of embarrassment rise up from your chest and reach to your cheeks, both at the mentioning of your childhood love and the lewdness of your current position. He didn’t mean it in the context of your sweet innocent crush. If Jason posted this on the internet, you’d be his amateur porn star.

“Sorry babe, but I had to record it for the memories. You always knew I was the sentimental type.”

You stayed silent, not in acceptance but in uncertainty. You were drunk and horny. You didn’t want to argue about consent and pictures right now.

Slowly sliding himself back into your warmth, you whimpered at the sensation of being stretched once more. Jason was big and you loved how every inch of him seemed to press into you, creating friction with the slightest movement.

“How does it feel taking all this cock, baby?”

“Good.” You didn’t want to hear him talk, regardless of how deep, raspy and sexy he sounded right now. You just wanted to get fucked.

“Just good? Guess I need to try harder.”

“Gonna let you go now, but you gotta listen to what I say,” he said, keys already in the lock. A part of you didn’t like this new freedom. The thought of being at Jason’s mercy turned you on.

“Get on your back.”

In your new position, he pressed your legs back so that your knees dug into your chest. Jason had better access to you this way. He could go deeper and hit the spots you needed him to.

You squirmed under Jason’s gaze, feeling his focus on your center. It was embarrassing, really, how lewdly he was looking at you, as if you would be the last woman he would ever fuck.

Finally he dipped his cock in, head first only. He watched as his swollen tip prodded at your entrance, there but not quite. You whined in need below him. Jason would give you what you wanted.

“Say it,” he growled through ragged breaths, the snap of his hips erratic deciding to give you the entirety of his length. “Who’s making you feel good?”

“J –jay, it’s uh you,” you stuttered out. Jason was pounding into you roughly and it was difficult to think. It turned Jason on, hearing you stutter and watching as your brows furrowed trying to think. He wanted to fuck you stupid so you could only think of him.

“Play with that cute little clit of yours and tell me who’s gonna make you cum.”

You reached a hand down gingerly, following his command. Your hips jerked with each circle you rubbed your clit in, the sensation blending with Jason’s thrusts.

“You.”

“Wrong answer, baby. Guess you don’t want me to finish you off?”

You wracked your brain trying to think of what he wanted. You noticed he had his phone out again and wondered if he was recording.

“Jason, it’s you,” you said in-between thrust. Jason watched as the force of his pounding made your tits bounce, reaching over to pinch your nipple. You yelped.

“Jason Todd, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.” You cried out in the lewdest voice he ever heard.

You bit your lip as you touched your swollen bud more frantically, feeling yourself get closer to the end. Jason noticed it too and his thrusts were shallower but quick, the slap of skin being the only sound. Soon enough, you were seeing stars and shaking in pleasure.

He zoomed in on your face, eyes scrunched up from your tension. Slowly he moved the phone down, a pause on your heaving chest then down to your tender cunt, his cock still stretching you out. Jason pulled out slowly, relishing the image of his cum dripping out of your used pussy.

“I love you, Jason Todd,” you blurted out, eyes heavy now with sleep.

---

When you woke up in the morning, he was gone. You’ve never been fucked to sleep before.

As you popped some ibuprofen to ease your hangover, you slowly got yourself ready for work, being careful not to move too quickly in case you might throw up.

Should you text Jason about last night?

You were a bit worried about what Jason would do with the pictures and videos, praying to any god that would listen that he wouldn’t send them to the GCPD. But he was a good guy and he loved you, so why would he ever do that?

The thought of you in such a compromising position was humiliating and would end your entire career. You couldn’t help that the thoughts kept occupying your mind. Who would ever respect you after seeing you get railed and creampied? After seeing your face while you came?

You definitely wouldn’t be getting that promotion if this was leaked.

But it was far worse than you thought when you turned on the morning news.

The news clip showed a familiar face, his ice blue eyes glinting in the shadows. His dark hair blending in with them. To others he might look like a stranger. But you knew damn well who he was.

“My name is Jason Todd and I’m the Red Hood who’s been cutting into Gotham’s underbelly and showing the GCPD and Batman exactly what’s wrong with their war on crime.”

Fuck.

Turning off the news, you hurried to work. You’d deal with that later. Today you’d finally know if you got the promotion.

---

You were on the verge of crying as Commissioner Gordon told you the news of your promotion. You couldn’t wait to rub it in Mack’s face and pull rank on him whenever you could.

But as joyous as the occasion was, you hesitated knowing you couldn’t share this moment with Jason. He was the Red Hood.

You got a text from him a few minutes later. You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence.

Congrats on the promotion, babe. Love you.

It wasn’t.

Another text.

It was the clip where you told him that you loved him a little while after you came. Your legs were still spread and Jason’s cock was still inside you.

It would be a shame though, if Gordon and those pigs you associate with found out about your conflict in interest. Consider this assurance in the event that you squeal.

Sorry, babe, but you’re stuck with me. We’ll see how long I feel like letting you play this stupid game.

You turned off your phone, a sick feeling in your stomach.

Jason loved you, right? He wouldn’t actually send that video to Commissioner Gordon. He loved you. He loved you ever since you were kids. He’d only act in your best interest. He had to.

You felt sick at the realization.

Jason loved you, he really did.

But it wasn’t the sweet innocence of two kids who bonded over their shitty circumstances. It wasn’t the type of love that sought comfort in each other. A love that needed peace. No, it had somehow become the love that glowed under a malevolent star, ruled by a house of possession.

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please tell me more about the nymphs' spy network!!! it sounds fascinating

ahhh, i'm so glad it does!!

to preface—these are only observations from someone who reads copious myth retellings but is non-greek. i'm a classics & history enthusiast, not a historian or classicist.

nymphs sometimes have an awkward placement in greek mythology. they're beautiful immortals with diluted magic; personified extensions of nature that gods and mortals alike cannot resist the allure of. when researching for NAMESAKE, nymphs had an almost prop-like placement in many tragedies. beautiful things that men confessed their anxieties to, sought companionship, impregnated, collected as docile handmaidens, but once they provided a warm vessel, they sunk into tragic circumstance or background fodder.

i've always been enamoured by this quote in THE SECRET HISTORY: "Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?" and that's essentially the effect i wanted with my nymphs. not ethereal, dainty props hugging the treeline while demeter discovers her daughter's corpse or minthe boasts about her conquests with hades or zeus strides the marble halls of his palace. nymphs as jarring as nature itself; unpredictable in their loyalty, capable of entrapping the most vicious god and sell his secrets to the highest bidder. they see everything. they trade in rumours and riddles, a valuable currency that allows them to barter with everyone.

and by no means do nymphs only fill these aforementioned roles. nymphs have birthed gods, tricked and puppeted them, ruled their domains with more impunity than minos or lykos. i just like exploring the agency of a woman-like being who's treated as nothing more than a pretty painting, but with eyes that track your every step and hoard your every word.

#she answers #namesake:writing #ty for the ask! had to mull on it; it was a very busy work day!#historical espionage lmao

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Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

PS: Sorry this a little less slutty than the last 2 chapters, but I wanted to post ASAP and didn't get time as I was travelling. Also, thank you for all the love and support! 😁

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning from the best sleep I had in years. I always had the most horrible nightmares every night, but this night had been dreamless or at least I thought so. I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath, her face appeared before mine. Had she been my freedom from my night terrors? I exhaled the breath I had been holding. My phone rang and I picked it up while staring at the street below.

“Hmm?”, I hummed absent mindedly.

“Get ready bitchass, I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes to pick you up. Ask your bodyguard to get ready too.”

“Only if you track a name for me”

“A name?”

“Aditi”

“That’s all ya got?”

“Mhmm”

“Fuck. Any description?”

“Dark-skinned. Straight, dark hair. Deep, brown, doe eyes.” I caught myself before I could get lost in describing her and in-advertently revealing my true intentions.

“I’ll get you what I got.”

“Fine”, I replied as I cut the phone. I shot a text to Seresin- Get ready. Phoenix is coming to get us in 15

Noted- Seresin texted back.

I bathed and changed into my usual work attire- a simple coloured shirt and a suit on top. Today’s colours would be red on the inside with black on the outside, it seemed. I quickly descended the stairs after setting my hair in place and grabbing my Ray Bans. Jake stood there wearing his usual attire.

“Good morning, sir. Hope your night was pleasant?”

“Yeah, thanks Seresin. How about you?”

I could see the surprise etched all over his face as he simply nodded in response.

“Hey, grab a set of casuals. You’ll need it today.”

“Alright, sir, if you say so.” He was confused but did as I commanded. He wasn’t so incompetent after all. I too headed upstairs to pack myself a different suit set as I decided what I should wear for today evening. I wanted to go for a classic tux to match her gorgeous red slit dress, one that I had seen a couple days back in the window of a shop. I packed that and headed downstairs with Seresin.

“Do me a favour. Get my black Huracan and go to that dress shop. The one owned by Liv. Buy a red slit dress in XXL size. Tell her I’ll pay the next time I come there. Then come back to the office and show me the dress immediately.”

“Alright, sir. But will you and Phoenix manage without me?”

“We’ll be just fine Seresin.” He headed off with a curt nod. I saw Natasha parked outside and headed off to meet up with her. I got into her car and we drove off.

She broke the silence by saying, “I found the girl.”

“Phone number? Address?”

“Everything”, she smirked, “The question is- why do you want to know?” I gritted my teeth and she hummed in response.

“She owes me something and I just wanna make sure I get my dues”

“Alright. I’ll send the details to you.” She had conceded. This was so unlike her; she never gave up so easily. But I chose to count my blessings and move on.

The day’s business moved on and I was just waiting for Hangman to show up with the dress. I wanted to give it to her as soon as possible. It was now 9:30 am, just one hour had passed since I started working and I already wanted to skip to 7 pm. I scrolled through my phone and found the number for the best restaurant in the city. I wanted to take her there, to show her the power I had. I wanted to impress her with all I had, with all my achievements. I wanted to give her no reason to see another man as better than me. But, would all this be enough? I sighed as I heard my door creak open.

“I have brought a dress, as requested, sir.”

“Thank you, Jake. I appreciate it.” He nodded and opened the package, revealing the gorgeous dress inside. It was red, as requested. I was short enough, reaching about knee-length for her height, which made up for the lack of a slit.

I lost myself in my thoughts, which mostly consisted of picturing her in the gorgeous dress. I imagined her, walking into the restaurant, her dark eyes searching for mine in the crowd. As she finds me, she’s surprised and I stand up and grin at her. She walks over and I notice her light makeup and delicate jewellery that she dons very effortlessly. She looks fucking gorgeous. I pulled her into a hug, inhaling her heavy perfume. My thoughts then took a dark turn. I was kissing her now, my wet kisses trailing down her neck. I left hickeys and bite marks as I inched towards her breasts. I could feel her pebble nipples. I gently massaged them from over the dress with one hand as the other inched lower to finger her pussy. It was wet and tight. I entered her as she gasped in response. She moaned my name and buried her head into my neck. Her hands snaked around my neck, trying to maintain her composure and posture. I could feel myself getting hard just imagining it.

“Sir, shall I pack it back up?” His words shook me out of my day dreaming. I hummed in response and nodded.

“Change into your casuals as well. I need us to run another errand.”

“Alright, sir.”

“And bring the dress with you.”

We were parked near her house now. I could see a dark window, which I guessed was hers. She hadn’t checked her phone by now. Suddenly I saw movement in the window. I pondered for a few moments, formulating a text message. I suddenly got a call from Phoenix. I picked it up, utterly surprised.

“Parked under her house?” I was completely taken aback! How did she know?!

“Are you tracking me Natasha?!” I was going to rip her fucking head off if she was.

“Yep”, she said defiantly.

“What the hell! What is wrong with you! Leave me the fuck alone!”

“If you need help texting her or talking to her, I’m here to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help!”

“Remind me how many girls have you actually dated? Like taken somewhere, spent more than a night fucking?”

“One”

“Only one, that being me.” I saw Hangman’s eyes widen as the cat jumped out of the bag.

“What’s your point?”

“I know more about romance than you do.”

“How come? How many guys have you dated?” I asked in a sing-song manner to annoy her.

“Definitely more than one. See, I can see you care about her. Let me help you, Rooster.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“You didn’t try to kill her when she spilt that drink. You didn’t try to force her. You bought her a dress. And I can presume you want to give her your all by the way you are actually planning this date?”

“How do you know about the club Phoenix?” I hissed into the phone.

“You do know who your chief of security is, right?” I grunted in response.

“Fine.”

“Good. Now, what exactly do you wish to accomplish with this ‘visit’ of yours?”

“Nothing. Just informing her that we have a dinner date at 7 pm and that I have a dress for her.”

“Fine. You should text her something very dominating yet sweet. She’ll like that.”

“Like what?”

“God, must I do everything?” She rolled her eyes. “Wish her a good morning. Ask her if she slept well. Then tell her about the date and dinner.”

“How’s ‘Good morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well and dreamt of me. Just a reminder, we have a dinner date @7 pm today. I’ll send you a dress and pick you up. Don’t be late. Love, Bradley.’”

“You’ll be a natural in no time.”

“Sent. You can go now. Bye.”

“Bye bitch!” She said enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes and smiled in response.

“Jake, why don’t you go deliver the parcel? I’ll wait here, I don’t wanna spook her.”

“Alright”, he sighed. I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

I sighed as I watched him go into the building. I heard the bell ring and saw two people move in the window. I had guessed right, albeit it was an educated one. I was now enthusiastic for the date. I let out a shaky breath as I smiled to myself. I could do this. I could manage both my commitments. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the head rest. I heard Jake close the door. I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Thank man. I know this wasn’t in the job description but I’m really thankful to have you by my side.”

His eyes softened, “I’m glad you see it that way. And I’m happy to help out.” He grinned as he completed his sentence.

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Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: The Haunted Rail: Ghost Trains

“It is said that on that night, every year, all the train men that are on the road at a certain hour…hear and see and feel the spectre train rush by them. It sounds hollow and awful. Its lights are yellow, pale and funeral. Its train hands and passengers are sepulchral figures. … It even carries with it a whirl of wind as fast as trains do, but it is a cold, clammy, grave-like atmosphere, all its own. As it passes another train the shriek of its whistle and clang of its bell strike terror to the hearts of those that hear them.”

— “A Railroad Ghost Story” about the phantom funeral train of Abraham Lincoln, printed September 13, 1879 in the Rockland County Journal (New York)

When we’re talking about the haunting of mass transportation, whether it be plane, ship, bus, subway, or train, there are actually several varieties of legend. The first is the classic ghost vehicle, as described above: the train itself is a ghost, traveling on tracks still in use, or (more eerily) areas where tracks used to run. You can see and hear this train well enough to be terrified, but you can’t go on board. Usually these ghost trains are recreations of funeral trains or trains which crashed. Sometimes you get the crash itself reenacted, with the sounds of crunching metal and screaming passengers. The train may also be a death omen for anyone who sees it.

Check out the blog post for the whole story and some on-track writing prompts, such as:

Memento Mori. Hauntings that replay tragedies are called residual hauntings. They’re like an old movie, where none of the actors are actually present in your living room, but you can watch them over and over. Grieving characters might be drawn to the scene of a train crash on its anniversary for a last glimpse of a loved one who died on the train. Or they might hear rumors of vanishing-hitchhiker passengers and hope they might recognize one. A character could even contact a necromancer (a person with the magical skill to summon the dead) to try to keep the hitchhiker from vanishing.

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whomstwedointheshadows · 8 months

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Season 6 Nandermo Prediction: Monty Python to Seinfeld to the Office Finale

In Honor of Reality TV House Flippers, I Present Vampires in Court TV

*CRACK ATTACK*

To honor Serial Killer Guillermo and the show subverting the reality/ sit-com format, I need the Staten Island Gang questing to face off the Big Bad. The Big Bad has a Network. They track them down, expanding their own territory, nutty vampire death sentences and leaning in to dark humor. Gore, bodies, glory everywhere. Evidence to one former familiar, everywhere, as vampires now help with cleaning up as as they are more equal in the house.

The Big Bad is revealed to be a holy terror and also cute as a bloodthirsty bunny. Bunnicula, the Big Bad, if you will.

See Murder Husband dream fighting together, Guillermo pledging to do whatever it takes to survive and come home together, overcoming this comically adorable foe. The fight is more glamor shots, inspiring questions of fan service and striking home Yes This Is Homoerotic and Camp until they win, plot feels rushed to audience but it’s clearly just a set up for Big Confession Time. Obviously they are Fully Realized and Ready for It, now show us!!

Vampires done vamping with the fallen head home, masses of dead-dead/undead cut up, ready for further dumping. Incriminating, but just the usual work for a familiar now shared. Matching gore and relief for Nandor and Guillermo, a picture of intimacy.

All these dead in the name of Flirting, they openly acknowledge, laugh together. Nandermo is here, the scene is tipping in to a Big Confession, Big Kiss… something…

In swarm the police, Humans, incongruous immediately with sense of culmination of fifteen years of pining. Trucks, helicopters, tanks against stakes. Completely lost the romance, dark humor into a Gritty True Crime NARRATIVE.

Narration of Colin Robinson expressing ACAB, but an energy vampire has to feed, won’t it be great when this airs? First acknowledgment the footage is broadcasting somewhere and he feeds from the viewer.

Too tired to kill them all, too many to immediately hypnotize. Nandor bats, at Guillermo insistence, now begins comical on-the-run and hypnosis witness tampering from the vampires. Wackiness includes decorating courtroom based on family side, sculpture and blood fountain delivery… but Guillermo somehow gets one day house arrest with his mother, Nandor does his best to arrange a tender Spa Day and they’re summoned back to night court. Night Court is of course, more nebulously supernatural and quickly kicks out of Mortal Prison into Farce with Consequences.

Mainly: Can someone explain the relationship of a rampaging slayer to his vampire former-master-warlord as they’re claiming new territory? How safe is the wider supernatural community, and are they like, a new conquering force or …another Thing? What to do about this?

Return of lawyer Lazlo, reference to hating the English during all the court proceedings (and damn isn’t this the ending of Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Seinfeld? -that was only because they were cowards that ran out of budget or wouldn’t get characters together, classic comedy half hours end with a wedding), public acknowledgement Guillermo’s a fucking slayer/serial killer to Silvia de la Cruz, seemingly friendly with Nandor and show of being peaceful amongst the crowd of supernaturals and, rather than fury of a Van Helsing, she shares she knew Memo had it bad for his boss. (Clearly, the Slayer bloodline doesn’t activate into killer mode, or is more controlled, when she understands them and isn’t surprised.)

Cue talkback scenes about an effing clip show in court as evidence, Nadja mostly focused on famous like OJ and explaining the web of who was horny when because what when presented with evidence, wearing matching wigs with Lazlo. Mimics Office Finale allowing for further commentary, still centered around present character interests. Definitely charting the course of Nandermo, getting more off camera stories of observing the Pining. Murder is framed in the context of caretaking and making Nandor horny, like they’re going out of their way to explain (to Silvia?) how involved her son is in their unit and vampire relations. Also, he’s a badass so no one fucks with him or those under his protection. Thank g- there’s this badass footage that doesn’t show Memo in too much danger or really, really hurt.

Cross examination of Nandermo by Lazlo, first kiss revealed years ago off screen, fucking all season, I love you’d exchanged but ‘I’ll be with you forever, whatever it takes’ WAS exchanged in the previous episode before battle, thus honeymoon glow and downright joyous-sexually charged battle.

Lawyer Lazlo: Do you think we have a fucking documentary crew and now we worry about courtrooms? Gizmo killed a theatre of vampires to save us and we took over the fucking council. Yes, we’re callous, we’re cruel, we’re insensitive to mortal and immortal suffering if it doesn’t concern ourselves. We’re killers, including our dramatic slayer here who’s the youngest but catching up on body count, and we’re a family. We love each other. We will protect each other. We’ll end anything that gets in our way, whatever it takes. Nandor, you’re up.

Nandor: *to put a button on the unable to drink blood, totally able to slay Guillermo arc, see previous fights up to Bunnicula, reference to be together forever, whatever it takes.*

Obviously Nandor has already discussed a big celebration for a possible yet-not-planned turning, but Guillermo suggested simple and ‘like a courthouse wedding, yes’ - Both understand the offer is on the table and Guillermo just says when he’s ready, and it’s okay if that turns out to be never. His hesitation has remained his ties with his Mom. It’s yes to all his life with Nandor, vampirism second concern when he’s accepted and ready as he can be for the consequences, specifically loosing his mom, who is not brain scramblie’d and here today, seeing all of Guillermo and his vampires.

Nandor, a strategist: welcome to our wedding!! Look at the public awe of your many conquered foes! You’re so amazing as a warrior and my closest friend. I am PROUD for EVERYONE to know you’re incredible and I’m head over heels for you, forever. Everyone includes your mom, as my family too, who is not killing all vampires on sight now! And everyone knows if they fuck with your vampire or slayer family, we’ll kill them and enjoy it together! Do you appreciate my intricate ritual of planning a wedding after you went and said yes to forever before I could propose after our many escalating battles together?

Guillermo: so, even with the documentary crew, we’ve always kept our intimacy for us. Yes, it was kinda toxic, but Nandor is my idiot, except when he’s a genius. And it feels good. To be proud of us. They celebrated me. So, let’s party.

Cut to everyone dirty, raunchy dancing, sloppy kissing, exceedingly graphic reception cut for rating. New glitter portrait of vampiric Nandor and Guillermo, kissing, sparkly bare chests in the Tigris, captioned ‘Honeymoon’

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++Would love to see a parallel for the death of the historian in Monty Python leading to an arrest of King Arthur/Knights and the dead camera crew members leading to excessive workplace safety fines being the only lasting damage determined by the court.

+++Collin Robinson is somehow working for the prosecution, a corporate media outlet, and as expert testimony. No one is ever clear what the ‘trial’ actually is, he’s just fond of objections. Framing moves from court tv to royal wedding coverage, slowly edging the viewer wanting Nandermo confirmation about [yes, that is a glitter portrait from Nandor to Guillermo on 10 anniversary as master and familiar and here’s another one from later on their second anniversary.. of what? Well, how one can define a relationship is complex… oh! Let’s go frame by frame on these clips of their hands! ] confirming the bigger picture, Has segments devils advocating himself against Nancy Grace angry emotional vampire.

*** this is specifically a Crack!fic ideas playing with the idea all of Nandermo must be on camera, the viewer is primed for the next big step to be a confession or kiss, but what if we just jump straight to just married the dirty grinding, sloppy drunk kissing in public with all your family watching. Strikes me as a f-you to all the sweet chaste network gays, this is the suck and fuck show, babe

**** this is also a subversion of Guillermo resolving his arc as a vampire, having to be ‘ruthless’ enough, instead it’s about being assured in himself, what he wants, and cherished by those he loves. His found family accepting and making space for his family, because they care about his decisions and maybe he doesn’t have to choose, so they try. He’s gained the confidence in himself and is celebrated, welcomed, and supported by those he loves.

*****Listen, Nandor, was it kind of toxic to let your boyfriend get arrested and did you maybe plan a slaying rampage for the ‘gram- no one can quite prove, but good thinking if it was spur of the moment after the arrest, it tracks that a former warlord would yell about how awesome his spouse is and don’t fuck with us so they can have a bubble of peace due to the terror

#nandermo #wwdits meta #what we do in the shadows #wwdits 6 #Nandor the relentless #serial killer Guillermo #guillermo de la cruz #crack fic #someone please stop me #someone write this #silvia de la cruz

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Re: Fun video games that (probably) won't fry your laptop. These are all on Steam.

-Factorio - Strategy/puzzle game about automating an enormous factory while siphoning natural resources from an infinite alien landscape. Highly moddable. Still receives occasional updates. Includes in-game tutorial, and peaceful mode if you don't want to fight the planet's giant cockroaches. Allegedly indirectly teaches you about software engineering.

-Killing Floor - Co-op first-person shooter survival horror. Work alone or with friends (difficulty scales with player count) to fend off waves of increasingly deadly mutants in locations ranging from West London to secret underground labs to Santa's workshop, before squaring off against their mad scientist creator. Already sequeled twice and receives no further updates (don't expect a huge player base), and many weapons (and cosmetic skins) are locked in DLCs.

-DEFCON - Real-time strategy about global thermonuclear war, inspired by the 1980s movie Wargames. Take control of one or more territories and try to eradicate as much of the population of up to fixe enemy territories while minimizing your own losses. Highly moddable, and often goes on sale for really cheap. Includes in-game tutorial. Was once the focus of an actual for real scientific study.

-DUSK - First-person episodic Boomer Shooter. Take on the role of Dusk Dude as he runs and guns his way through more than 30 levels of Pennsylvania backwoods, corrupted cityscapes, and places beyond the understanding of men. Fight your way through legions of cultists and nameless terrors, and finally, the cult's leader, Jakob. Somewhat moddable, and offers an arena-style multiplayer. Features a kickass thrash/industrial metal soundtrack by Andrew Hulshult. HD version also recently released (as a free add-on to the original game).

-Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory - The third (and arguably best) iteration of the classic tactical stealth game, though almost totally separate from the stories of the first two. Play as Sam Fisher, a spy for the NSA as you use gadgets, cunning, and state-sponsored gymnastic skills to unravel the latest plot to push the world toward all-out war. Includes in-game video tutorials. Features co-op and versus modes (though I've never tried them).

-Hotline Miami and Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number - Top-down arcade-style mass murder simulator drenched in blood, neon colors, and '80s aesthetics. Play as a nameless protagonist (fan named "Jacket") receiving orders from mysterious phone calls, and bludgeon, slash, and shoot your way through buildings crawling with Russian Mafia, wearing rubber animal masks that give you different abilities. In the second game, the story expands as you play as several other characters in the aftermath of Jacket's actions, each with their own motivations, yet inexorably bound together. Features many synth-pop tracks from various artists, available on a neon magenta vinyl record. Go for the high score and show off to your friends how amazing and handsome you are at a critically-acclaimed indie game. Second game also comes with a short virtual comic book!

-FAItH: The Unholy Trinity - 8-bit style religious horror game with rotoscoped cutscenes, developed b Airdorf Games. Play as Fr. John Ward in 1987 Connecticut as your quest to right your wrongs and complete an interrupted exorcism spiral into madness and the true depths of the Satanic Panic of the 1980s. Features multiple endings, game modes, an arcade mode, and an in-game tutorial.

-Bloodrayne: Terminal Cut - A PC port of the cult-favorite third-person hack-and-slash. Play as Rayne, a dhampir hired by the mysterious Brimstone Society to handle situations too otherworldly or dangerous for mere humans; Which mostly involves slaughtering thousands of Nazis before they can get their hands on otherworldly artifacts. Includes a bunch of special codes that can be inputted to make the game easier, harder, or to activate "Juggy Mode." Game doesn't have any actual nudity but definitely enjoys its jiggle physics. One sequel (not as good IMO but also on Steam), a spinoff game, and also spawned at least 1 movie and some comic books IRL.

-CARRION - Metroidvania-style reverse horror game. Play as an unfathomable lump of runaway teeth, tentacles, and God-knows-what as you tear your way through Relith Labs, on a mission to escape and consume anyone who gets in your way. Evolve as the game progresses, growing larger and acquiring new abilities. Includes a small Christmas-themed free DLC that is essentially more of the same.

-Gone Home - Short, narrative-driven game about returning from Europe to your parents' new home, and discovering your sister is gone. Explore the house, discovering notes, clues, and secrets as a story of growing up and self-discovery unfolds. I don't want to spoil any of it, just take my word for it that it's a good game, and not violent or anything like other games on this list.

-Omen Exitio: Plague - Visual novel RPG where you take on the role of a doctor during an outbreak of a mysterious, deadly disease. Unravel the mystery bit by bit as you are hounded by madness and mysterious figures with ill intention, and make decisions that may alter the course of history.

-Hacknet - DOS-style programming game apparently inspired by hacking scenes in various movies. Delve into the world of professional hackers, complete jobs for clients, bypass security to break into servers, and discover the fate of your late benefactor, as his/her automated failsafe leads you toward the truth. "Labyrinths" DLC also available, and can be accessed and completed at any time before, during, or after the main game. In-game tutorial provided. Features an amazing techno soundtrack by various artists. Should not be confused with real-world cybersecurity activities - Those are much more difficult.

I have more, but this alone has taken me an hour to write. Let me know your thoughts.

Definitely been meaning to check out FAItH, and I've heard of Gone Home. If I remember what I saw in the trailer correctly, it sorta reminds me of that Edith Finch game.

As for that Plague game....do I get to actually be a plague doctor??????

#ask #goddammitbio

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