Sneaky omega Jade who uses his pheromones to get what he wants. He is absolutely weak for tiny demanding alphas because while he can crush them, all it takes is one strong scent from his alpha and it’s all over for him.
Alpha Azul has my heart. He practically breathes breeding kink and you can’t say no to his deals because while you’re trying to parse through legalese in curly script, he’s filling the air with enticing smells.
Omega Floyd who’s a complete brat, but smells so sweet when he’s nuzzling into you. Loves it when his little alpha uses their commanding voice and *tries* to manhandle him.
Ugggghjjjh, just so many things to think about.
If the tweels don’t have the same designation, they’ll tease the other when it comes to impending heats/ruts, but they will body their partners if their twin doesn’t get treated right.
Yes omg!!! And he makes for such a cute bottom in bed, too. T_T Jade will tease you for as long as he can keep a clear head, but when he's truly, fully in heat and can't think of anything else but how nicely you smell and how good you feel he eventually submits. He'll get his revenge when he's not so heat-brained, but for now keep making him feel good. <3
Alpha Azul...... orz alpha Azul definitely uses his scent to his advantage when he's trying to get you to sign contracts. Your mind will be so fuzzy and disoriented and you'll likely leave his VIP room having signed his contract. He absolutely breathes breeding kink; you're so right!!!! He wants nothing more than to knock you up with lots of children so that you'll never have a chance to think about leaving him. I think alpha Azul also might pretend to be an omega just to gain your trust and lower your guard (you might even think he's harmless because he's an omega), so when he offers to help you through your heats/ruts you might be more likely to accept. But then in the midst of everything, he ends up knotting you because it turns out he was secretly an alpha all along. :)
And omega Floyd aaaa!! He's very cute and sweet, but so very needy when he's in heat. It doesn't matter if you're an alpha with a stronger scent; Floyd still dominates you even when he's so overwhelmed by his heat. He's insatiable and cums inside so many times until he can no longer cum anymore and is just mindlessly rutting into you. As much as he marks you, he wants you to mark him in return so that he can proudly show off the bites and bruises. No matter what, he's always shameless.
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Hello Eva! I hope I'm not too late for your train ride!
But I was wondering if there were any little morsels you could give us about RG Dom Ransom and his sub. I think so far we've learned that he's into service submission and she's maybe a little older. I was hoping you might be able to expand on that a little or give us some extra details like favorite kink/punishment/reward.
I hope you have a great trip, dear!
Hi Kris 😊 Thanks for sending!
Dom Ransom is still mostly in the sketching/outlining phase, so I don't have that much about him.
Yes, he's looking for a service sub and while on the veneer it feels like him wanting someone to tend to his narcissistic needs, actually it's about something else entirely. Ransom knows what it feels to want to make someone proud and happy, how sometimes it borders on wanting to earn love. He unfortunately never got that from anyone, which is why he turned jaded. But he understands how important it is for someone showing their submission through acts of service to be appreciated and taken care of in return. And Ransom knows he can give that.
And yes, also because he enjoys a submissive bringing him drink and food, but that comes from mutual fulfilment.
His submissive will be older than him, around 40 (Ransom is about 30-34) and she is a soft sweetheart afraid that she's too old for him, too old to find a Dom in general, as well scared that no Dom would want to give her enough arrention and praise, or set the proper boundaries to her service (because she sometimes goes overboard).
In their dynamic main kinks will include: servicing (food, drinks, massage), holding position for a long time (including being a "table" for Ransom's drink), overstimulation and edging, maid/slave costumes. Not much discipline through impact. Rather more spoiling and praise.
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Y'ALL NOT AGAIN
fucking "Rex Glass" and the episode "Man in Glass" AND NUREYEV EXPLAINING HOW HE CHOSE "REX" BC IT MEANS KING, AS IN CONTROL.
In s1ep1, Nureyev (Glass) talking about the meaning of names and what "Rex Glass" means to him:
Nureyev: "I take my name as a creed to live by: control your name, and you control yourself."
Juno: "It's a pretty thought, Rex. [I] Wish it were that simple."
LIKE HELLO??? SHATTER MY HEART AGAIN AFTER THE SIXTEEN TONS. Nureyev thinking he controls himself, and he can when he changes his name. He can disappear when he changes his name. But he loses some sense of control with Juno, let's himself relax a bit and let's Juno take charge of some things instead. On the flipside, he has no control with the people holding Slip Jackson — they know his name and are willing to use it as a weapon against him. He can't control his name here, so he can't control himself (looks at the line in which Juno says that they "stole his [Nureyev's] story" because Nureyev always thought he was doing something inconceivable and unique (therefore no one could understand his suffering), just to find out that he is one of maybe thousands in the same position all across the galaxy.
Not only does Man in Glass make Nureyev more transparent for us, Buddy, and even Juno, but also it highlights the back-and-forth struggle for Nureyev as he goes between choosing his names and yet yearning to hear Juno "call [him] what [he] used to."
He's breakable, here.
Y'ALL THE LITTLE CLUES ALL THROUGHOUT THIS SERIES HAVE ME GASPING. YALL AINT READY FOR THE SHIT COMING UP WITH WHAT BUDDY SAYS TO JUNO AND THEN JUNO AND NUREYEV IN S5. SO MANY PARALLELS.
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Proof of Life
Proof of Life
Day No: 6
Prompt: Ransom Video Photo
Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries
Medium: fic
Trigger Warnings: none
SFW
Additional notes: okay, so, Murdoch Mysteries is set in the late 1800s (the season this is 'set' in was 1897/1898), I asked if I could do a photo instead, as even in the latest season (1907/1908) there still wasn't moving video as one would be used to, and delivering a reel with ten seconds isn't the same as any of the modern versions that we’re accustomed to, like vhs, dvd, online videos, or Facetime. First, it's far too big, and there's no sound. Good ransom videos have like begging or muffled screaming from the victim.
I'm sorry, that sounds so disturbed.
But yeah, point in time pretty much renders the ability to do Ransom videos unavailable. I was thinking about the Castle AU, but nothing stood out to be written well enough. That and Sally Pendrick wanted a turn at her villainess.
Sally Pendrick was the perfect image of a woman that was 'betrayed' by her husband, dark dress and a conservative handbag. She walked into the prison and waited for James to be walked to the room where she was escorted. Her assistant was watching over the rest of the operation, and the reason why she was meeting with her husband today. Depending on whether or not he agreed, they may be able to get rid of him without fuss.
James did not look as if he was meant to be in prison garb with his hair limp and lifeless. It matched his spirit. Perfect. "Sally, what exactly has brought you here today?" he asked. His assistant had planted the idea that Sally wasn't the woman he unfortunately had thought of dearly. With his time in his cell, the idea had grown with uneasy to the point where he was almost tempted to tell Murdoch what the young man had found. The last time he came, he talked about searching around when Sally and her assistant would be gone.
He hadn't seen him since then, although it was only a few days ago. Perhaps he was having a hard time getting through to Murdoch.
"You have two days to think about what I'm about to leave you with," she said, pulling out a file that had no markings or indications on what was inside of it. "Don't let the guards see it. They might get the wrong idea."
"Sally," he said, concerned over what she had done.
"If you admit to the guilt, then the person in that photograph will go free. Otherwise, my assistant may be driving them up to a nearby lake for a brisk swim." This was a threat, but who could they have possibly... My assistant. They must have found him and stopped him before he could get evidence to the Constabulary.
James was worried. The young man he hired didn't deserve to be dumped in a frozen lake and disappeared by his 'wife'. "Sally, he's barely beyond childhood."
Her smile was a cruel facsimile of a joyful smile. "Does that really matter to me, James? Two days, and don't alert Detective Murdoch. It won't be pretty for your 'Light Bulb' if he starts trying to investigate deeper." Done with her threat, she stood up and went over to the door. "Guard, I'm done talking with my husband," she said. Sally was led back outside first before someone came back to James. the sheet was tucked inside his upper shirt to hide it.
Back in his jail cell, he made sure that no one was glancing inside of his cell before turning over the photograph. Perhaps Sally's talk of ice influenced his mind as it seemingly flew through his veins. His assistant was tied to a hard back chair that he recognized from the house. From what he could see of the background, it wasn't at the house anymore. There was a newspaper clipped to his shirt, as he couldn't hold onto it. The date was left uncovered, but he couldn't tell what it read. And it's not like he had access to newspapers here.
And then there was her assistant, pulling back on the young man's head to hold a knife to his neck as not only a warning to him, but to stop the young man from fighting back. He was glaring at the person behind the camera with what looked like a cut bleeding on his face.
Don't alert Detective Murdoch.
Well, what else could he do? "Guard! I'm willing to confess, but only to Detective Murdoch. And it has to be today," he yelled.
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Murdoch still carried surprise in his expression as he walked into the prison and to a room where James Pendrick was waiting already. The man had insisted on his innocence, and Llewellyn had done the same. Finding out he had become the assistant to the genius millionaire was a headache that had continued during the last few months, especially when all the evidence added up and Llewellyn was still on the other man's side.
Of course, when he admitted to telling Pendrick about the night when he was almost killed so the other man would intervene didn't make him happy.
"He's innocent, William. There's no way he's behind this murder."
"You're not impartial at this point, Watts."
"I'm going to find the evidence, Murdoch. I will prove it!"
When he sat down, he pulled out a confession paper. James looked around to see if the guards were paying attention. "So, have you finally decided to confess?" he asked.
"Yes," he said, a small and not entirely happy smile gracing his features, "I confess that my wife is not the woman I thought she was." He passed over the photograph. "She's kidnapped my assistant, Detective Murdoch."
Murdoch looked at the offending item, holding down his own fear by analyzing the damn photograph. Pulling out a fold down magnifier, he focused in on the paper instead of Llewellyn's face. "It's last night's edition. When did she come by?"
"Around nine this morning."
He nodded. Pieces fit. "There wouldn't have been enough time to take a photo with the morning edition and cure the photograph before coming in."
"I had to alert her in two days that I would admit to the murder, and she'll let him go free."
He doubted Sally and her partner would allow Llewellyn to 'go free'. It's likely they planned on waiting until James signed a confession before killing him and dumping him.
William! You shouldn't think like that!
"Do you recognize the place he's being kept at?"
He shook his head. "Not off the top of my head. That's one of the chairs from the house, but I don't remember any of the things behind them." He pointed at the knife. "That was a wedding gift from a business colleague. I didn't want it, kept it in storage."
"Is this a storage place of yours, then?"
A shake, again. "Not mine. I don't know what Sally's done behind my back. And I don't know about the man she's working with." James sighed. "Sally may already know that I was planning on doing this. She may kill him once this reaches her ears."
There was a plan formulating in his head. It was risky, as most were concerning lives on the line. "I will let it spread that you 'confessed' to the crime, but I will know the truth, and those I work with at Four, so we can find your assistant." He pushed the paper that he had set down before forward. "Right something on it. It can even be a new invention that you've been working on." James accepted the pen Murdoch offered him, and started planning out his divorce.
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Murdoch arrived back at the station in the late afternoon. George and Henry were patrolling, which was why someone managed to sneak a large folder onto his desk. "For your consideration, Detective Murdoch," he muttered, carefully opening the item and letting another photograph fall out.
He got a look at it, another photograph of Llewellyn tied to the same chair, now with more bruises along his face. Instead of a knife, they now used a gun to his head. And apparently he had given enough back talk to be gagged. There wasn't a newspaper indicating if he was still alive, but there was a paper that simply held the words 'Ring Ring'.
His desk phone then started ringing.
They're watching, somehow. Picking it up, he expected Sally or her partner to start threatening the life of Pendrick's assistant. "Detective Murdoch," a shaky voice said before he even answered. Llew. "I assume that your call to the Prison was not a confession from my husband as you have allowed to spread, but the reveal that I have Dear James's little Light Bulb. The deadline is now twelve hours for James to truly admit to the crimes. Trying to search for any of us will result in this young man's body ending up on the doorstep of Station House Four."
When the receiver clicked off, Murdoch was up and out.
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The only thing I need from the BatMuppet story that I didn't get yet is the HIIIIIIII-YA moment where Miss Piggy karate chops Bruce Wayne.
And has no idea the significance of doing so.
Oh, no, no. She doesn't do it to Bruce. She does it to the Joker.
They're at a televised charity gala, making the rounds. All the usual glitz and glam. Miss Piggy has just left to powder her snout when the shooting starts, and cries to "get down on the ground now!" reverberate through the room. It's almost half expected that the night is going to end in a hostage situation. It's Gotham, for Christ's sake. But no one's expecting the Joker. He's supposed to be in Arkham. The Bats just put him there. He shouldn't be out already.
Bruce is stalling for time, trying to give the Boy Wonder and all his other kids time to get to them. He's stammering, hands in the air, offering to pay whatever the Joker wants if he'll let all these people go. Except the Joker doesn't take ransoms. He barely takes prisoners. And he's got a gun aimed squarely at Bruce Wayne's forehead.
But Bruce keeps trying, inching forward on his knees, hands behind his head. Trying to figure out how much he can get away with in a room full of all these fucking cameras. He's going to get shot. He already knows it. It's just a question of whether he can duck and make sure it goes through his shoulder and not his head. Christ, he fucking hates guns.
"Come on," Bruce says, trying his hardest to sound both scared and amenable. "Everyone has a price. Name yours."
The Joker laughs, gesturing grandly with his free hand. "Tell you what, Brucie-boy, you'll get a price when pigs fly!"
The sound of enraged hoofs striking off marble makes itself known. A deep, guttural squeal tears through the night. The kind that hunters of old knew to fear and keep at the end of a long spear. The Joker turns just in time to see Miss Piggy flying through the air. Eyes red. Tusks bared. Hand raised. "HIIIIIII-YA!"
Jim Gordon's outside, preparing to launch a frontal assault, when the news comes in over the radio. He listens, shouldering the radio against his ear as he pulls a cigarette case out of his pocket. "To shreds, you say? What about the henchmen? To shreds, you say..."
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