#jessie already has a look obviously

[lovinpelova]

to be continued | j. fleming

summary; jessie meets y/n at a party after ucla win the ncaa basketball championship. then again, then again and again.

🎵 a new kind of love - frou frou

whenever you told people you went to ucla their first response was always to ask what sport you played, expecting you to be there for division-one football or tennis, but when you told them you were simply just a british exchange-student looking for better educational standards their face always dropped. it's like they thought they were meeting a celebrity and found out it was only a look-alike when they got closer, you found it funny how people couldn't believe you came to the states purely for education.

being british you've obviously played football before and could even join the team if you wanted but you quit before your gcses for a reason; you didn't want any distractions. you'd promised your parents one day that you'd be able to give them a luxury lifestyle with all the money you earned from being a well-paid lawyer, aiming for the higher bracket of pay after learning your cousin was earning £78,000 annually. the number is massive and would be an immense help to your family after all the years of struggle you've gone through together, so you wanted to make sure you had the highest level of education and were definitely not wanting to go to oxford with all the snobby rich kids.

so you chose one of the top law schools in the states, of course!

"hey y/n, come over here!"

you were snapped out of your daydreams by a friend of a friend, one of your classmates taking law as a minor has a major in history, so they introduced you to hailie after you'd met at one of her games since you were dragged there. it's not like you hate football - you love it, and the atmosphere of college soccer is unmatched - but you would have rather been revising for an upcoming final that night instead.

you made your way over to hailie and noticed she was stood with her arm around a rather short brunette, the long-sleeved shirt (with the sleeves rolled up) that had 'ucla soccer' printed across it indicating you weren't going to get away from this football team any time soon - even though you were at a party to celebrate the men's basketball team winning the ncaa championship.

"y/n, this is jessie. one of our midfielders."

"hey, nice to meet you."

the canadian accent she greeted you with was striking, you weren't expecting her to be american but you definitely weren't expecting her to be canadian either.

"you're canadian?"

"i told you your accent was strong jess."

the midfielder nodded with a sheepish grin, hailie suddenly patting her on the shoulder after peering over yours and smiling at someone.

"i'll leave you to it then,"

the defender pulled you into a quick hug as you returned it, feeling her lean down into your ear to whisper something.

"jessie's been eyeing you up all night."

she winked and smiled at your blush, patting you on the back before leaving you and jessie to your own devices. you smiled at the canadian as she grinned in response, your eyes trailing down to see her fingers moving in a way that could only be described as anxiety-ridden.

"do you have social anxiety, jess?"

"er, yeah. is it that obvious?"

the canadian chuckled nervously - either at the fact that you've already given her a nickname or if it was because of her anxiety you wouldn't know.

"do you drink?"

"if it's the right drink, then yeah."

you leaned forwards with a charming smile and softly grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers together to make sure she didn't accidentally let go and lose you. within a couple moments you were back in the kitchen and by a table of alcohol, reaching beside it for two bottles of beer out of the fridge to stay safe. you turned and handed it to the canadian after opening it on the edge of the table, too impatient to look for a bottle opener and resorting to a party trick hailie had taught you the other day.

regretfully letting go of her hand, you leaned against the counter awfully close to her to make up for the loss of contact, both of you taking a swig of your drinks as jessie leaned in closer to you.

"do you play any sports then?"

"i used to play football but quit when i was about sixteen. wanted to focus on my studies instead."

the canadian nodded her head as you fell into a comfortable silence, watching people come and go from the kitchen as they pleased and giving each other knowing looks when couples walked past with drunken giggles or laughing together when someone was so drunk they couldn't even walk.

before you knew it you were both three beers in and completely focused on jessie, the alcohol in your systems making you far more confident than you were when you first met a couple hours ago. jessies hand was comfortable on your waist and yours were on her chest, tugging on the chain she wore as you drunkenly flirted inches away from each other. the canadian leaned down towards you after feeling you pull it more forcefully, your hips pushing against hers.

"you gonna kiss me, fleming?"

"what would you do if i did, y/l/n?"

you smirked up at jessie whilst looking into her eyes deeply, the moment so intense you nearly didn't hear hailie running into you and dragging you away from each other.

"president's here, we gotta go!"

the party was quickly being shut down as you all ran out the house, being caught by campus president was not something you wanted especially if the party was causing noise complaints. you found a couple people you knew and followed them to a safer space, looking behind you to check if jessie and hailie were there - only to find they weren't.

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working whilst studying wasn't always too bad, it was far easier if you had a part-time job. luckily for you, a local coffee shop five minutes outside of the ucla campus was hiring over the christmas season and you applied, working there happily for the past seven months. the pay wasn't bad - bi-weekly - and for an international exchange student it was keeping you able to buy the food you needed as well as luxuries when you were on the odd shopping trip with friends or out drinking.

the customers were the greatest part of the job, only regulars coming in daily for their usual orders as you recite them without a problem, the odd newcomer trying it out and either never coming back again or adding themselves to the list of regulars. today you noticed there was a newbie, the door opening at a time irregular to your memorised schedule of customers as you had your back turned to it, in the process of making a regulars order so you couldn't see who had walked in yet. you quickly served their order with a smile and walked back over to the counter whilst brushing off the coffee grounds all over your apron, looking up to see jessie grinning at you awkwardly.

"well, if it isn't the incredibly awkward canadian? haven't seen you since the party fleming."

"i know, hailie dragged me away from you and before i could try find where you'd ran off to the president found us again and started chasing us and then-"

"jess, calm down. it's fine. a party got shut down and we got split up, it happens everywhere. so, what can i get for you today then?"

you gestured towards the menu hung up behind you as the midfielder grinned at your acceptance of her unnecessary apology, looking over the choices of drink.

"erm, i'll just get a shaken espresso please."

"coming right up."

you made the drink as quickly as you possibly could, not wanting to have jessie waiting around for too long as she might have a class to get to or training to attend. you picked up a sharpie when you saw she wasn't looking in the corner of your eye, writing your number on the side of her cup with a smiley face before pouring her coffee into it and sliding it across the counter to her.

"thank you- how much?"

"on the house, jess."

you smiled brightly at her, holding your hand up when she opened her mouth to protest in a silent order for her to stay quiet and let you be nice for once.

"i'm paying next time though y/n/n."

"can't wait to see you next."

the canadian smiled gently, saying goodbye and walking out of the coffee shop whilst taking a sip, spotting a black mark underneath her nose and turning the cup to see your number written on it. without knowing, you'd just made jessies day.

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"so this is- like, a big game then?"

you asked hailie as she ran over to speak quickly after her warmup, the crowd you were sat in filled to the brim of ucla supporters, the other side of the pitch filled with usc supporters scowling across at you all.

"no, y/n/n. this is a big, big game. it's against a rival and it's the championship semi-final! have you not been listening to a word i've been saying the past week?"

"er, no. not really- sorry! i just zone out when you drone on about football. you know how much i don't care about sports sometimes."

hailie grunted in response as you smiled down apologetically, reaching for her hand and feeling her squeeze it in a silent acceptance of your apology.

"so how come you're here then? if you don't even know- oh my god jessie!"

"keep your fucking voice down hailie!"

you whisper-yelled whilst covering her mouth with your hand, raising your eyebrows in silent warning so she didn't blurt out jessies name again and make her come over to see why she was being yelled about. you and jessie had been texting non-stop since you gave her your number and she'd asked you to come to her game, hence why you were asking hailie about it. the defender had clicked onto the fact that you were clearly crushing on someone since your phone was making you smile with the odd notification and you suddenly had a very large interest in football- but she didn't expect it to be jessie.

"i knew you liked her! you were basically fucking in the kitchen the other night."

you flicked her on the forehead playfully as she scolded you, your chance to respond being ripped away as hailies coach called her into the changing rooms for a last minute teamtalk.

the game ran by fairly quickly, ucla absolutely hammering usc after a slow start. the first half consisted of one goal from your college rival and after half-time the scoreline just got bigger and bigger; jessie scoring one and assisting two as the end result was a massive 5-1. that meant ucla were going to the final in the ncaa championship against unc, the reigning champions, so you were definitely going to watch that game too.

"hey stargirl!"

you complimented smoothly as your arms opened wide for hailie, tears nearly running down her face as she picked you up into a bear hug.

"final two, baby!"

you cheered with the defender as she put you down and hugged you properly, spotting someone in the corner of her eye and grinning wildly.

"i'll leave you and your lovergirl to it."

you smacked her arm lightly as she walked away to celebrate with her teammates, turning around to see jessie beaming at you. not even giving her a chance to greet you, your arms went around her neck in a hug as hers went around your waist to pick you up, quickly putting you down to look at your broad smile with her usual blush across her cheeks.

"what a fucking game! i've never seen anyone play that well before jess."

"the pressure of knowing you were watching helped me a bit i guess."

the canadian scratched the back of her neck nervously, yourself scoffing at her shy nature as if she wasn't a finalist in the ncaa championship.

"nonsense, you're just amazing on the pitch no matter what. my midfield maestro."

jessie blushed even further at the new nickname you'd given her, smiling to match yours as she hugged you again tightly. when you pulled away you kissed her cheek, laughing at the way she froze up immediately.

"come on, you've got teammates to celebrate with."

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ucla had dominated their sports championships across the board. the mens basketball team had won the ncaa championship, as well as the mens soccer team and the womens field hockey team, the womens soccer team and womens basketball team added to that list within a week. the game was incredible, jessie had played another masterclass as usual and had a total of four goal contributions- ucla only scored four goals.

the win obviously called for another celebration, so the mens basketball team had offered to have another party the same place it occurred for their successes, meaning you and jessie were in the same kitchen as before but with a lot more people surrounding you. the amount of wins meant every supporter of each sport and player and friend and classmate (and the odd family member) had attended, so the house was packed.

you stared down at the ring jessie wore with 'ncaa champions' engraved into it, the ucla logo pressed into the middle. without thinking you grabbed jessies hand when she raised her other to take a swig of her beer, gently running your thumb over the engraved words with a proud smile.

"have i told you how proud i am of you yet jess?"

"only a million times y/n/n."

"well i'm making it a million and one. i'm so proud of you."

the canadian smiled down at you and wrapped her arm around your shoulders with your hand still holding hers, kissing the side of your head with confidence you knew she only had because of the alcohol running through her system.

"it's weird how last time we were in here we didn't even know each others last names."

jessie laughed softly with you at your statement, pulling you closer when more people began to flood into the kitchen to find any alcohol they could, everyone just wanting to get as drunk as possible since it was a friday and they had no classes to attend whilst taking care of their inevitable hangovers.

"i'm really happy hailie introduced us. i like you a lot."

the midfielder commented, looking deeply into your eyes when you turned to face her to show you she wasn't talking nonsense, it was just the alcohol letting things slip out.

"i like you a lot too, midfield maestro."

your eyes trailed down to her lips as she licked them carefully, watching the way she slowly began to lean in and torture you with her lips brushing over yours. you quickly leaned forward and closed the gap between you, kissing her passionately exactly the way you'd been wanting to for the past three weeks since you first met, your hands holding her in place so she couldn't move away faster than you wanted her to. eventually you were running out of breath and needed to pull away, smiling at each other after finally having made a move.

"glad the party wasn't shut down early this time?"

"very glad."

jessie responded immediately, pulling you into another kiss before you could even think about moving away from her.

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[indierpgnewsletter]

Recommendations: Books about RPGs

(This was first posted on the Indie RPG Newsletter.)

I’m always trying to level up my RPG knowledge and this has led me to look for books about RPGs. And there don’t seem to be that many! There are some academic books but while they have their strengths, easy reading isn’t one of them. Even as I wrestle with these academic texts (and I will emerge victorious), here are some books that are both interesting and fun to read:

Play Unsafe and Stealing Cthulhu by Graham Walmsley

Play Unsafe is a book of RPG advice. It’s a quick read (quicker than its 82 pages would suggest) and has some really gentle, grounded advice. For example:

If, while gaming, you can’t be clever or try hard, what can you do? The answer is: be obvious. Do the obvious thing: the thing that obviously happens next in the story; the thing that you think everyone expects to happen. Paradoxically, that obvious thing may, to everyone else , seem original and brilliant.

Stealing Cthulhu, by the same author, is about how to take inspiration from the stories of HP Lovecraft in a way that makes your own cosmic horror games feel fresh and unique.

Age of Ravens: Vol 1 and Vol 2 by Lowell Francis

These are two collections of various essays originally published on the Age of Ravens blog, formatted for easy reading. They’re essentially a greatest hits collection and do a good job of that. Volume I: Running has some of my favourite articles about running conspiracies, one shots, online games, and more. Volume II: Tools is mostly resources for play: story seeds and ideas to drop into your game whether sci-fi heists or apocalyptic hexcrawls. They aren’t connected by theme so you mostly can just dip in and out of them.

Unchained Mysteries by Jessie Burneko

Unchained Mysteries is a passionate call to ditch clue-based mystery design. Instead, the book proposes coming up with much more richly-layered scenarios where the players are drawn into a crime or crisis with no easy solution, where the players are caught up in a web of NPCs who are actively dealing with the situation, rather than passively waiting for someone to solve their problems. It ends up at around 100 pages so there’s real meat there if you want to engage with it.

The entire Knutepunkt line

Knutepunkt is one of the biggest larp events in the world - half conference, half festival, full of larps and talks and so on. Since 2001, they’ve been publishing books with essays (some more academic than others) about larp. They’re very well-respected. And as Evan Torner explained to me, if you’re not interested in larp, you can just mentally replace the word larp with TTRPG and still get lot out of these books. I’m nowhere close to finishing them but felt like I had to share them anyway. (Thanks to reader Mo, here’s the link to the books.)

The Ultimate RPG Gameplay Guide by James D’Amato

I have not finished this yet either but I can already tell the voice of the Ultimate RPG Gameplay Guide should resonate with newer players who don’t have a lot of set ideas about RPGs already. The author is the founder of the One Shot podcast network and clearly has a philosophy of play. For example, the first chapter is titled “Understanding Audience” and basically uses the idea that everyone has preferences in what they consume (books, moves, etc) to segue into the idea that RPGs emerge out of everyone’s shared preferences. It’s an interesting approach and if you want to know more, there’s a nice review here.

#indie rpg #ttrpg #ttrpg community #ttrpg design #ttrpgsolidarity #rpg

[shaylixie]

Never Too Much

Word count: 3217

Genre: Angst. Smut. Fluff.

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

Requested: No.

Summary: Upon finding out that Marshall thinks you're too clingy, you decide to distance yourself.

Warnings / Contains: Smut; language; unprotected sex; possessiveness. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Enjoy & feel free to give feedback! ♡

You stir from your spot on the empty couch, pawing around sleepily for Marshall. It was just after noon. You had cuddled up to Marshall after breakfast, wanting to spend some time together, but you've been exhausted lately and accidentally fell asleep on top of him. Just as you lift yourself up, about to call out for him, you hear him talking to someone in the other room.

"I don't know, man. I mean, obviously she's my girl and shit. But she can get a bit much, you know what I'm saying? Like it ain't always a problem but sometimes I got shit to do and she gets clingy. It's annoying."

A pause. You strain your ears to listen, realising he's on the phone with someone. Your heart drops to your stomach, suddenly feeling sick.

"Yeah, man," he continues. "I just don't wanna hurt her, you feel me? I love her and I know she's gonna feel hurt if I say that shit. She might take it to heart."

He's right. It's bad enough that he feels this way about you, but to hide it and then tell someone else? You feel ashamed and embarrassed; the hurt swelling up inside you the same way tears do in your eyes.

When Marshall walks back into the living room, he finds you gone from the couch. He doesn't think anything of it and walks upstairs to see where you've disappeared to. When he sees the bathroom door closed and hears the shower on, he goes back downstairs and settles on the couch, watching TV.

You take your time in the shower, mostly just standing under the running water. Normally, you'd feel bad for wasting so much. But today, you already feel bad, the tears staining your cheeks evidence enough. You figure that Marshall didn't intend for you to hear, and he definitely didn't intend to hurt you, but you were hurt anyway. Neither you nor him could dispute that. When your thoughts start running rampant, you tune into the sound of the falling water instead and reach for your face wash.

*

At the sight of you coming downstairs, Marshall gets up from his place on the couch.

"Hey." He nods at the keys in your hand. "Where you going?"

"Uhm." You try to act as normal as possible, not wanting him to know that you heard him earlier. "With Jessie. We're going out for a bit."

It wasn't a lie. You texted Jessie to ask if she's free, and she responded almost immediately with [ come over <3 ].

He puts his hands in his pockets and nods. "Aight. I need to get in the studio for a bit anyway...the one here. So I'll be here when you get home. I might still be busy, but I'll try not to be too long."

"Okay. I might be a bit late so you don't have to stay up."

He frowns then. "Aight..."

He moves in to kiss you on the forehead and you smile at him, a bit forced. Then you walk out to your car and go on your way.

*

After a handful of hours, you and Jessie stumble into her place, laughing about something that's probably not even that funny. She has tears in her eyes and your stomach starts aching, and all you can think about is how you're both this stupid even when you're sober. It makes you laugh harder for some reason. You don't feel your phone vibrating in your pocket for the 4th time. You don't realise how dark it is outside. When you plop onto her couch and she drops her head on your shoulder, the two of you still giggling, your fingers reach for your phone. Three texts and 1 missed call from Marshall. All sent a few hours apart:

[ Hey babe. Just finished up in the studio. Hope ur having a good time. Say hi 2 Jessie 4 me. ]

[ It's getting late. R u ok? Need me 2 pick u up? ]

[ Getting worried about u. Let me know when ur coming home.. Miss u. ]

You look at the texts and feel the giddiness subside.

Jessie notices and quickly asks, "Is he upset that you're still here?"

Her question draws your attention away from the texts. "Hmm? Oh, no. He's not like that. If anything, he's happy that I'm spending time with someone I care about. He'd never control me like that or force me to come home or whatever. I think he's just worried because I never stay out this late without letting him know I'm alright." You pause. "I don't know...I just can't help but think about what he said earlier, you know?"

"I know," she replies. "He really does love you, huh. Funny how he said you were clingy and now he's the one wanting you to come home so bad. I bet he regrets it."

"He doesn't know I heard," you counter.

"He doesn't have to. You can always stay here if you want. It'll be fun. Or go have some make up sex...that might be fun too." She winks enthusiastically and then giggles.

You can't help but to giggle yourself. "Lemme phone him real quick and tell him I'm okay. Thanks, Jess." You squeeze her hand and she gets up to make some drinks.

The call connects immediately.

"Hey. You good?" he asks.

"Hey. Yeah, I'm good...I just got back to Jessie's. Sorry I didn't message you back. I didn't check my phone since I left."

"It's aight. As long as you're good. You sure you okay? Need me to come fetch you?"

"I'm okay. And you don't have to, it's alright. I might...uhm...stay here. With Jessie."

A pause. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Maybe. I don't know. I'll see."

"Yo, I can pick you up if you want. It really ain't a problem, babe."

"No no, it's alright. I drove here, remember? Plus, I don't drink..."

"I know. If you wanna stay, you should stay. But if you wanna come home...that's cool too." He doesn't say anything for a second. "I miss you."

"It's only been a few hours," you say, even though you miss him too. "I think I'm gonna stay here. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aight. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

You hang up, wishing you were in bed with him despite what you said. Jessie walks in then, 2 drinks in hand, and you decide to watch an episode of the series you've been watching together. Afterwards, you bid her goodnight with a big hug and get in the car, making your way back home.

*

Marshall is fast asleep when he feels the mattress dipping beside him. He wakes with a start, and then relaxes when he sees it's you.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying with Jess," he asks, still half asleep.

"I was going to. But I decided to come home."

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you in close. "I'm glad. I missed you today."

He kisses your shoulder to show you just how much, and trails his kisses to your jaw. When you subconsciously tilt your head up to allow him more access to your neck, he suddenly wakes up fully and starts leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. When you let out a heavy breath, Marshall presses into you from behind, allowing you to feel how much he wants you. You want him just as bad as you turn your head to capture his lips, but before they can connect, you pull back. You hate it, but you feel the need to keep some distance, even now.

"Hey. Look. I'm really tired. Goodnight, Marshall." You turn over and close your eyes.

He frowns then, realising that something must be wrong. But you do seem tired, and he can't figure out what happened just yet. So he settles for kissing you softly on your temple and reluctantly removing his hand from your waist. He turns over, but he doesn't quite find sleep again.

*

It's still dark outside when you feel Marshall gently nudging you awake. The only indication of the time is the soft chirping of the birds outside, warming up for the day. You groan and turn over. You must've only gotten about 2 hours of sleep, if that.

"Hey. I'm sorry for waking you up but...I need to talk to you. Please."

Those words have you perking up immediately, although still extremely sleepy.

"Mhm?"

"Are you okay? And don't say yes, because I know you ain't. I haven't been able to sleep since you got back...I just...I need you to tell me what happened."

You close your eyes again, wishing this could wait until tomorrow.

"Y/n, please."

Your eyes open at his plea, and you look at him properly for the first time in a while. You sigh.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks.

Your eyes tear up at that, and you try your best to blink them away.

"I'm just trying to give you the distance that you want, Marshall." Your extra soft voice goes straight to his heart.

"Wait, what?" he asks. He has a sneaking suspicion that his fear was just confirmed, and that you did overhear the call. But still, he waits for you to answer.

You take a deep breath, but it doesn't stop your lip from quivering. You confess, "I heard you. Earlier. On the call." You sniff. "I'm sorry. I didn't know I was so...I'm sorry." The tears come then.

"Shit, no no no no no. Baby. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that, I swear." He scoops you up in his arms and pulls you in tight. "Y/n, I really didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I know what I said, but I also realise how much I love your clinginess. Having you so far away from me...it fucking sucks. Look, sometimes I do have shit to do, but I should just communicate it, you know what I'm saying? That's on me. But I do miss you when you're not around. A fuck load. And I just sit here wanting to be with you. If anything, I'm fucking clingy too."

You don't say anything, just nod slightly against him in acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry, babe." He plants a kiss against your head. "I'm sorry. I'll do better. I promise."

"Me too. I'm sorry," you whisper.

He wipes your wet cheeks and strokes your face. "Let me make it up to you?"

You look up at him, and then nod.

"Tell me what you want, babe. Anything."

You think about it for a second, and then bite your lip before giving your response. "I want you to cum inside of me."

Marshall's breathing shifts. "Yeah?"

"And then I want you to cuddle the fuck out of me and let me sleep. Please."

He laughs at that, and you smile back. "Whatever you want, y/n."

Before you know it, the welcoming weight of Marshall's body is on top of yours and your lips meet. It's a sweet, warm kiss. An "I'm sorry" kiss. An "I can't get enough of you even if I try to" kiss. His tongue slips past your lips and dances with your own, taking his time to taste you. He kisses you fully and slowly and passionately and you moan into his mouth. His fingers cascade down your body; from your jaw, to your breast and over your nipple, to your stomach, and lower. When his fingers dip between your legs to discover how slick you are, he groans into your mouth and moves to your clit. You gasp when his finger starts rubbing your bud and he uses that as an opportunity to move his hot kisses to your neck. You feel his tongue against you, marking you, and then he moves to gently tug your lip between his teeth and suck. He picks up the pace on your clit and then stops abruptly, making you whine.

"I need to fuck you. Now." His tone leaves no room to argue.

You allow him to strip you bare underneath him, and then he does the same. His huge, thick length stands at attention against his stomach and he presses your bodies together, allowing his hard cock to rest against your body. He kisses you hungrily this time, and then gathers your wetness on his tip by rubbing it through your folds. Then, without warning, he slides into you completely until he bottoms out. You moan at the sudden fullness and he gives you time to adjust, all the while peppering your face with kisses. When you start shifting your hips, he takes that as his cue to fuck you silly. He finds a quick, intense pace that has you stumbling over your moans and stuttering everytime you try to speak. The feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls and destroying that delicious sweet spot has you reduced to curse words and tears forming in your eyes. His pelvis brushing against your clit heightens the pleasure and you run your nails down his back, leaving marks. He hisses at the stinging sensation and then takes your tongue in his mouth, his thumb wiping the tear that rolled down your cheek. When he pulls back to look at your face, he smiles at your cock-drunk expression. You barely notice over the feel of his cock slamming into you and his hand wrapped around your throat. You move one hand into his hair and pull his face towards you, your tongue sloppily entertaining his. Suddenly, you feel that overwhelming urge to let go, and if you could form coherent words, you'd tell Marshall. But he knows your body better than his own discography, and so he takes your hand in his and lifts it over your head, wanting that intimacy while you cum.

"Cum for me, y/n," he commands.

He takes you over the edge with that and you arch your back into him, your head falling to the side. Marshall listens to you curse and moan and come undone beneath him, and he follows suit. He bottoms out again before spilling his thick, white seed into you over and over again. When he's too weak to hold himself up, he falls, slightly crushing you. You don't mind.

You've just caught your breath when you push at Marshall's shoulders.

"Get up."

"Hmm?" he hums into your neck.

"Up. C'mon."

He pulls out of you and gets up quickly, thinking you're still upset with him. You motion for him to sit on his side of the bed, and he does. You crawl between his legs and take his soft cock into your hands, making sure to lick his leaking slit. He shudders. When you pump your fist up and down his hardening cock, he grips the bedsheets. As soon as he's fully hard again and his cock is standing up waiting for you, you straddle his lap and push down onto his tip only.

"Fuuuuuuck. Y/n..." he groans.

"Yes, baby?" you ask breathily.

He pushes you down onto him, and tilts his hips upwards so that you take all of him.

"Nothing," he smirks.

You bite his neck in response and he curses, thrusting into you just once. Your turn to curse. He rests his forehead against yours.

"My turn to fuck you dumb," you say.

You kiss him on his forehead.

"If you can," he challenges.

He's about to say something else when you start bouncing on his lap, and you giggle victoriously as you watch his thoughts leave him. He throws his head back and furrows his eyebrows in pleasure, his mouth slightly open and his hands gripping your hips. At the sight of your breasts bouncing in front of him, he lunges forward and takes one in his mouth. He sucks you and swirls his tongue around your nipple and nibbles you, making you yelp, only to suck you again. He moves onto your other breast and does the same, then pulls back to moan praises.

"Fuck...yo-you're doing so good, baby. Just...fuck, yes...just like that. You're such a...good fucking girl." He struggles to speak.

"Whose good fucking girl am I, Marshall?"

"Mine, fuck. Stupid ass...question."

You slow your movements to a painful pace, staring him in the eye.

"Wait shit no fuck I'm sorry! You're mine. You're mine, y/n. It wasn't a stupid question, you belong to me and me only-"

Before he can say anything more, you continue fucking him and he rolls his head back again, weakened by your movements. You spell his name out with your hips, M-A-R-S-H-A-L-L, rolling out each letter and he almost loses it. You can feel yourself growing weaker and slower as you near your sweet release. Marshall grips your thighs and supports you as you cum on his cock and shout his name to the heavens. You feel limp but you try your best to keep fucking him, and Marshall compensates by thrusting up into you himself.

"Almost there, babe. Almost...you did so fucking good. So so good, baby."

He finds his release soon after and slams up into you, emptying himself out into that pretty little pussy that he loves so much.

You stay like that for a while, savouring the feel of Marshall's cock deep inside you. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling weak to the core. He holds you up against him, not being able to speak himself. You start to fall asleep again, but Marshall shifts beneath you and you sit up.

"Hey," he whispers while stroking your face. "You really outdid yourself, baby...damn. Lemme clean you up, aight?"

"Mhm."

You lift yourself off of him and feel him slip out, already missing the fullness that only he provides. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, spending a few minutes there before coming back with a wet cloth. He cleans you up and then disappears again. When he comes back, he slips in beside you and pulls you into his chest. You bury your head in his neck and breathe him in, his scent comforting and...right. You feel him kiss your head, and then he lifts your hand to his lips and brushes a kiss there too.

"You know I can't get enough of you, right? Even if I try?" he asks.

"You tried?"

"Nah. I know there's no point. I'm in too deep."

"Is that a reference to your affair song?" you ask lightheartedly.

He laughs, about to deny it, when you say, "Just kidding. You know I love that song."

"Yeah. Maybe a bit too much?" he teases.

"Nah, Never Enough." You giggle at the second reference to his music, and you feel him doing the same.

"Seriously though. I really am sorry. You have no idea how much you mean to me...and you could never be too much. Ever. I love you way too fucking much. You know that, right?"

You nuzzle him with your nose. "I love you too, Marshall. Always."

When you snuggle into him more, he returns it. You kiss his chest and trace a heart on it with your finger. He kisses that same finger back. You can't help but to smile into him, drifting away on that happy thought, with Marshall rubbing your back lovingly.

#eminem x reader #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers fanfiction #eminem fanfiction #smut #fluff #angst #eminem smut #fanfic

[wosowrites]

Tattoo Tour (Ona Batlle x Reader )

Warnings: none! pure fluff

A/N: I had to invent some meanings to Ona’s tattoos bcs obviously i don’t know what they all actually mean. UPDATE: this fic rly flopped oops

Prompt: reader and ona play for man united and are doing a tattoo tour video for manchester uniteds youtube chanel.

"You guys ready?" The media manager asks, looking between you and Ona. "Yeah, let’s do it!" Ona answered, her spanish accent making your heart melt for her. You two had been together for over a year and a half now, but every day, your love for her grew even more.

"Okay, 3,2,1, rolling!" The woman behind the camera said. "Hey red devils! I’m y/n y/l/n…" you start saying, "and I am Ona Batlle…" Ona finished, "and today we are doing a tattoo tour. We both have a lot of tattoos. I think i have 9 and Ona has… 8?" you say, turning to Ona. "Sí, eight." "Right, so we’ll be showing them off to you guys, and explaining what they mean. So… let’s do it!" you finished the introduction and the camera woman cut the video taping. "Which tattoos do we show first?" Ona asks, turning to you. "Uhmm… I think i’ll start with my arms. I have three on my left and two on my right." You told her. "Okay, i’ll do my back first." Ona said. "But we should show our matching tattoo at the same time." She then added. "Yeah, of course."

Ona started unzipping her training jacket, leaving her in her sports bra. Ona had always been very comfortable with her body, often posting more revealing pictures on instagram, you were always the one behind the camera. So, you follow suite, unzipping your training top, revealing a red, manchester united muscle tank so that you could easily show your arms. "Giving the fans a show, eh?" Ona whispered lovingly into your ear. "Aren’t you to one with your abs out?" You answered, looking down at the shorter girl. "Yeah, but you have guns." Ona said, poking your bicep.

Little did they know, the camera had started rolling already. "Guys, we’re rolling." The camera woman said, laughter in her voice. "Oops… sorry." Ona said, blushing. "Okay! Ona is going to start, she’s going to show us the three tattoos on her back, while i’ll show you the ones on my arm. Then we’ll move on. Good?" You said, turning to your girlfriend at the last part. "Muy bien." She answered. "You start." You told her.

Ona turned around and started talking about her tattoos. "I got the lion when I was 22, a few months after I met y/n actually. I think it’s kind of a reminder to stay fearless, while still being kind and caring. Lions are known to be protective animals and y/n always calls me protective even though she’s 10 times more protective than I am." Ona says, laughing as you roll your eyes. "When your girlfriend is teeny and gets thrown all over the place on the pitch, you get pretty protective." You simply answer. "Ha, ha." Ona says.

A camera man comes up to the duo to get a close up of the artistic lion on Ona’s back. "Then I have this sentence right here." Ona said as you traced your finger under the sentence. "It’s in spanish but it translates to 'love should be a two sided coin' and it’s something my abuela always used to tell me. She’s never cared that I like girls, as long as the one I love loves me just as much." Ona explained.

Once again, the camera zoomed in on the sentence. "Okay it’s a short video so show yours y/n/n!" Ona said, giving you her full attention.

Despite your strong build, you were known in the world of women’s football as a pretty shy person, so every time Ona’s eyes met yours, your blush would give you away. It was something you and your best friend, Jessie Fleming, shared. "Okay. Sure." You said, turning to the main camera. "First things first. Almost all my tattoos have stories behind them, so bare with me. Speaking of, my first tattoo is a bears head." You say, turning your left bicep towards the camera and pointing to the tattoo that was about the size of your fist. "This was actually my first tattoo, which is kind of weird because usually people opt for a smaller one as their first. But I kind of just went straight for it. My teammates at UCLA used to call me bear, which is weird when you don’t know the backstory. Bears are used in two common expressions. Soft like a teddy bear, and strong like a bear. And they always used to say that those sentences both described me." You say, a camera coming and filming the tattoo up close.

You don’t notice Ona smiling at you, her eyes almost twinkling. "Then on my forearm-" you say, turning your arm to show words. "-I have the words rationed trust. That’s kind of simple honestly, never trust just one person. Then, on the back of my hand I have butterflies. Butterflies are my favorite animal. I’ve had butterflies land on me during football games like… three times. They’re just really special to me." You say, smiling at the two butterflies. "I’m gonna hurry this up a bit to get back to Oni but on my other arm I have two tattoos. One of which i’ll let Ona explain. but on the back of my arm I have a bike. Which is matching with Jessie Fleming, who’s one of my best friends in the entire world. We got them after our first year of university because we would bike everywhere, all the time and it became one of our favorite activities." You finished explaining, smiling at the camera.

You looked at Ona, staring at her as though she was the most mesmerizing person in the universe. Which, to you, she was. "A lot of people have caught on to this but we’ve never actually confirmed it. We both have a tattoo in the crook of our arm that says lover. We’re pretty big Taylor Swift fans and well, yeah." Ona says. "Plus this one here is really corny. She always says how people would tell her not to get matching tattoos with partners because what if you break up. And she always says 'the pain of getting the tattoo removed would be nothing compared to the pain of loosing Ona. So I don’t care.' " Ona quotes you. "Hey! Now everyone’s gonna think you have me wrapped around your pinky." You pout at her. "Oh but I do." Ona joked, all thought she wasn’t really joking.

Ona then explained a couple more of her tattoos, and you pointed out the whale on your rib cage, the human heart on your upper left back, the olympic rings on your hip bone, and the daisy, rose, and orchid bouquet behind your ear.

Finally, the video wrapped up, and you and Ona were free to go home.

THE WEEK AFTER:

"Oh my god guys you need to see this." Alessia Russo said, rushing towards you and Ona. Ella was right beside her, smirking. Alessia was on tik tok and pressed play on a video. It seemed to be a fan page for you and ona. the username was onaxy/n and in the caption it said 'I will never ever get over how y/n looks at Ona.'

The song playing was MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Elley Duhé, and at the beat drop, clips from the tattoo tour video were played, edited in sync with the audio. Clips of you looking at Ona with so much love in your eyes, the clip of you tracing Ona’s tattoo with your index, clips of you smiling down at her like she was the only person in the world.

"People are obsessed with you two." Ella said as the edit ended. "Is that how you look at me?" Ona said, smiling at you. "I don’t know! I didn’t notice I was doing that." You answered, your cheeks burning. "It is. All the time." Lessi answered, smiling cheekily. "Ha! You looove meeee!" Ona said, teasing her girlfriend. "Don’t get cocky Ona, you look at her like that too." Ella said, giggling and rushing off with Alesia. "You were saying?" You said, smirking at your girlfriend. "Te amo, bebé," Ona said, kissing you sweetly.

[jflemings]

was rereading your mom headcanons and “jess is the type of mum that will sit with her kid after they wake up from a nightmare, she’s either reading to them or watching tv to distract them until they fall asleep” has me 🥺🥺 she totally lays down with them and you wake up the next morning to find her twisted uncomfortably half hanging out the toddler bed with her arm protectively wrapped around your daughter who’s curled into her chest:(

you wake up alone on jessie’s day off, which is weird because she always likes to lie in bed with you whenever she can. her side of the bed is cold, meaning that she hasn’t been under the sheets for a while, leaving you grumbling and getting up to go look for your other half.

she’s not in the living room, kitchen or bathroom and you can’t hear the quiet giggles of your little girl that would bounce off the walls of your house early in the morning.

when you walk into your daughter’s bedroom, your heart absolutely melts. jessie’s left leg is hanging completely off the bed and she’s pushed right to the edge, meaning that your daughter had obviously been spread out and taking up most of the already small bed at some point during the night.

only now your little girl is curled up on jessie’s chest softly snoring, one of her little fists balled up in the canadian’s sleep shirt. jessie’s hand is wrapped protectively around the small body laying on top of her, a habit she had picked up very quickly after she became a mother, and you can tell that she tried to angle her body in a way that would ensure neither of them would fall out of bed.

you smile softly and leave the door cracked before walking to the kitchen and making a start on breakfast so that your girls are well fed when they finally wake up

#pegs answers #jessie fleming #jessie fleming blurb #jessie fleming x reader

[cosmic-glow]

Notes: When going to a party with your best friend, you didn't expect him to be so irritated when he saw a guy bothering you.

Warnings: Tanaka x fem!reader; reader has hair; bad language(!); harassment(?); no use of "Y/n"; mention of alcohol and vandalism; SFW.

That would be your first Halloween party, or rather, the first big Halloween party you would ever go to. And obviously you weren't going alone, you were accompanied by your two best friends: Tanaka and Nishinoya. You had already agreed on your costumes and were eagerly awaiting the day. Finally, the night arrived. The boys would come by to pick you up, Tanaka's sister would give you a ride.

You were analyzing your costume in the mirror when you heard the horn and Tanaka shouting your name as if it were a heavy metal song. As quickly as could you went downstairs and left the house to receive the news that Nishinoya had suddenly become ill and couldn't go. Sad for your friend, but trying not to get discouraged for the party, you got into the car. Tanaka's sister greeted you excitedly, she loved you.

- Oh, how funny! Your costume matches! You guys look like a couple - she smiled innocently.

The idea of ​​the costume together was for the three of you to go as Team Rocket, from "Pokémon", you would go as Jessie, Ryu as James and Nishi as Meowth. You looked beautiful in uniform and even managed to dye your hair pink with temporary dye. Tanaka also looked good in the uniform and even bought a wig to look more like the character. Nishinoya had sent you a photo of how the improvised costume turned out, to ask you for help, and he had looked really cute with the cat ears, as much as he hated you saying that. But in fact, analyzing the situation now, the fantasy of the two of you without the third member ended up looking like you wanted to make a fantasy of a couple and not of friends who just wanted to laugh a little.

- Saeko! I already said we are not a couple! Can you forget this idea?! - Ryu said a little excitedly.

- Don't talk like that, idiot! It will make your friend uncomfortable!

- You're making her uncomfortable!

Luckily, the awkward moment was left aside due to the brothers' silly fight that made you laugh in the end. It didn't take long to arrive at the party, it was at someone's house... That neither of you knew, but that wasn't important. Saeko agreed on the time she would pick you up and left, leaving the two of you standing looking at the decorated house, full of people you didn't know, suddenly seeming like a bad idea.

- If you don't want to, we don't need to go in, we can go somewhere else - Ryu said, taking your hand affectionately.

- No, I want to, I just... I'm taking my courage before going in - you laughed - this could be our chance to meet someone, right?

Tanaka let go of your hand and smiled in agreement, when you nodded saying you were ready, you entered the house. You stayed together for a while to explore the place and adapt, but it didn't take long for you to separate. Soon Ryu saw a pretty girl and said goodbye to you to try his luck, you smiled as you watched from afar, drinking from your glass distractedly, without even noticing the boy approaching you.

- Excuse me, can I ask your name?

After introducing yourself and the man saying he didn't know anyone with that name, he revealed to you that he was the owner of the party, you were apprehensive thinking that he was going to kick you out for being a gatecrasher, but that wasn't what happened, in reality he insisted that you stay.

- I'm happy to see a different face here, much more a face as beautiful as yours - he smiled - is that your boyfriend? - he pointed to Tanaka.

- Oh, no, he's just my friend.

- So I still have a chance? - he smiled at you and approached.

As you got closer you could smell the alcohol coming off him, you took a step back to discover that there was a wall right behind, cornering you and the stranger. You laughed uncomfortably but the conversation only went downhill after that. Talking about how he would like to go somewhere more private with you, to get to know you better, and getting closer each time.

- Look man, I'm not in the mood...

- Oh stop... I know very well why girls like you enter strangers' parties... I can give you everything you want - the smell of drink was starting to give you a headache.

- But I don't want anything! - you dodged him and tried to move away.

- But I want! - he shouted and pulled your wrist hard for you to come back.

- Take your hand off her! - an enraged voice shouted.

When you looked back, you found Ryu's staring at the boy who was bothering you, visibly irritated. The boy turned to face your friend better, a disdainful look appearing on his face.

- What was it man? Go back there with the girl you were with and leave us alone, can't you see we're talking?

- No, I just see an asshole bothering my friend who has already made it clear that she doesn't want anything - he approached - And I already told you to let her go!

Ryu forced the guy to let go of your wrist, taking the opportunity to stay between the two of you, you staying behind him, Tanaka lifting his chin at the guy, ready to start a fight.

- You weren't even supposed to be here! Didn't you want to have fun? Let's have fun! - he tried to advance towards you but Ryu pushed him away.

- If this bothers you so much then we let's go, enjoy your shitty party, you son of a bitch!

Tanaka took your hand after saying "let's go", turning his back to the guy and leaving the place without thinking twice, not even giving you time to intervene, visibly altered. As he left the house he began to curse under his breath, no longer pulling you but still holding your hand.

- Ryu, why did you do that? And the girl you were with?

- To the hell with the girl! My concern was you! - he replied without even thinking - Do you think I would allow this guy to... That I would allow... I hate that bastard! - he released your hand and angrily kicked a trash can that was in front of the house.

Ryu sat on the curb, still irritated. You sat next to him, silently, waiting for him to calm down. After a while, he relaxed his fists and sighed.

- Are you well? Did he hurt you? -vhe asked looking at you.

- No, he just pulled my wrist, but it was nothing - you showed him, the area was a little red.

- I'm sorry, I should have arrived earlier... It wasn't supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be a nice party for both of us...

- Hey, let's not let that idiot ruin the night, we can still do something else.

- Yes, we can... And I had an idea.

You knew that smile very well, the smile that he was about to get into trouble. Ryu and you walked around the outside of the house, your friend asked you to wait while he looked for some stones, when he came back he gave you one.

- There, that window must be the one in his room, you can do the honors - he said pointing.

- You want me to break his window?!

- The windows... - he emphasized - It's Halloween, trick-or-treating season and since we don't have "tricks"...

- Let's do "treating" - you completed.

- Exactly - he smiled.

Looking at the window, wondering if it was really a good idea, you remembered the shit the party owner had told you. The discomfort you felt at the moment turning into anger. Without further hesitation, you aimed and threw the rock, hitting the window, Ryu shouted excitedly next to you "Yeah!" and threw a stone too. You smiled, loving how he made you feel free to do whatever you wanted.

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[butchstrife]

okay quick question: what the fuck is ff7 actually like, about. what’s the goal? also why does everyone i see just look like a person who could potentially have something magic abt them and then there’s just an unironic talking cat. what are the rules in this universe? (i don’t need to know about all the other ff games unless it’s necessary setup, i’m mostly just curious abt the story of 7)

Starts vibrating. This is gonna get so long.

First things first I feel it necessary to clarify that no game in the mainline Final Fantasy series takes place in the same world. FFVII is a completely different world from say FFXIV and so on. Some games have sequels and spin offs, like FFVII having Crisis Core and (groan) Dirge of Cerberus, or FFX and FFX-2. But other than that, no relation between games.

Final Fantasy VII is a more sci-fi fantasy take on the FF series, keeping the themes of magic and adventure, but adding a dieselpunk/cyberpunk twist to it. Overall the main themes of FFVII is environmentalism and identity.

The characters are pretty consistent with the themes and designs of the entire FF franchise, it’s meant to be a little silly. So stuff like Moogles, Chocobo, talking cat, all falls under that silliness of FF.

Now the fucking story, there’s so much going on in this game. For simplicity (and personal preference) I will be ignoring the FFVII Compilation in favor of ONLY explaining the original 1997 game. There’s already so much going on, no need to complicate things.

The story of FFVII follows nine heroes who all have their own beef with the Shinra Electric Power Company, the company who rules over many cities and villages throughout the world by use of their private military. Over the roughly 40 years (iirc) the company has been around, they’ve committed several atrocities against humanity and the planet itself, which is a living thing in FFVII!! It’s very very important to note the planet it ALIVE!!

Shinra has several parts of the company that are important to the story, I won’t go over the company’s entire hierarchy, but there’s important parts of the company that I absolutely have to explain.

The R&D department is arguably the most antagonistic, led currently by Professor Hojo. The bitch is this prick who is over enthusiastic about human experimentation, eugenics being a motivator behind that (not as obviously as say Albert Wesker, but you cannot ignore Hojo is largely a eugenicist)

Then we have SOLDIER, Shinra’s super-soldiers created by Hojo. These guys are experimented on and enhanced with Mako, which is well put by Barret the “Lifeblood of the planet.” Among their ranks are Sephiroth, the most famous and powerful of the SOLDIERs, and (allegedly) Cloud Strife. Plus another guy, we’ll get to him.

Then there’s the Power Company part of this power company. Shinra built reactors that pump Mako out of the planet and convert it into energy. This process depletes the planet of Mako, a resource that IS finite and that the planet needs to survive. The company markets Mako as a clean and safe energy source, in a world that previously largely depended on coal mining. However Mako energy is anything but, where the reactors are built, the native flora and fauna eventually die out, and allows monsters to thrive. Plus, exposure to refined Mako is notably very dangerous to humans, as overexposure leads to “Mako poisoning” which meddles the mind and weakens the body. (So how do SOLDIERs work then? Great question! I’ll get to that!)

The story kicks off with a group in Shinra’s crowning accomplishment, the city of Midgar, called Avalanche. Avalanche is a group of “Ecoterrorists” who are set out to take Shinra down to save the planet. The group is led by our beloved Barret Wallace alongside a colorful cast of lovable characters, Jessie, Biggs, Wedge, and Tifa Lockhart! Plus, the newly hired ex-SOLDIER mercenary (and Tifa’s childhood friend), Cloud Strife.

The group conducts several missions to bomb the Mako reactors in Midgar, the first bombing going off without a hitch, the second mission… not so much. After one (really easy) boss fight, Cloud ends up falling off the upper city plate down into the under city, directly through the roof of a church where he meets our mysterious Aeris Gainsborough!! Aeris hires Cloud as a bodyguard (with the payment of one date with her), as she escapes Shinra’s Turks. I’d explain what the Turks do, but just know they’re all kinda John Wick types.

Now I’m gonna speed through the rest of the game since we’ve met all four of the most important protagonists.

The rest of the game kicks off after Aeris decides to help Cloud and Tifa after they learn Shinra plans on destroying part of the city just to take out Avalanche. During their mission to save the city, Aeris is kidnapped by Shinra. Reason being, Aeris is an Ancient (later clarified to actually be called Cetra), a people who were able to speak directly to the planet, and she’s the very last one at that. The mission fails and many innocent people are killed in the fallout, as well as the other members of Avalanche. After all Aeris did to help, including saving Barret’s daughter Marlene, our heroes are determined to save her. During their mission to save Aeris, it’s revealed that the long thought dead General Sephiroth is somehow still alive, a fact Cloud insists should be impossible.

After that, Cloud is determined to track down Sephiroth and take him down for good, as revenge for Sephiroth destroying Cloud and Tifa’s hometown, Nibelheim. All of our heroes agree to help Cloud pursue Sephiroth after learning what he did to Nibelheim. Along the way we meet lots of other characters.

Nanaki aka Red XIII, a funny little talking animal who was being held prisoner alongside Aeris, rescued at the same time she was. He agrees to follow the group until he can return to his home, as thanks for them rescuing him from Professor Hojo.

Yuffie Kisarsgi (my beloved daughter), a teenage ninja and thief from Wutai, who is on the hunt for Materia (magical gems that allow people to cast magic). She joins the group after she steals their materia and promptly is defeated, deciding she might have more opportunities to get materia if she doesn’t go it alone.

The journey continues as the group heads out to find Sephiroth. Their first encounter with him being on a boat to Costa del Sol. Where Sephiroth leaves behind a limb (I think an arm? I never remember which limb is which) of his “mother” Jenova, and flees by doing a backflip and flying away. This limb transforms into a large monster that then attacks the group. After she’s defeated, the quest to find Sephiroth continues.

They travel across the world, landing in all sorts of unique locations, all in search of Sephiroth and how to truly defeat him. We meet more guys.

Cait Sith (look up how to pronounce this in Scottish Gaelic, NOT English) is a little toy cat the group meets at the theme park the Gold Saucer. He receives a fortune that the group is in trouble and cue my favorite “joined the party” moment in any video game:

Vincent Valentine, an ex-Turk who reveals Jenova is not truly Sephiroth’s mother, but instead a woman named Lucrecia, whom he was in love with. Vincent was experimented on by Hojo and gained the ability to turn into monsters. He chose to sleep in a coffin for the rest of his life as atonement for not being able to stop Lucrecia from experimenting on herself and her son. After he learns Sephiroth is a threat to the planet, he joins the group to stop him.

Cid Highwind is a skilled pilot and SHOULD have been one of the first men to go to space, unfortunately one of his crew members put herself at risk during the spaceship’s launch and he chose to cancel the launch to save her. After that, Shinra defunded his space program which he resented them for. The group attempts to steal his plane before Shinra can and he joins them mainly because he wants to stick it to Shinra, plus they broke his plane and he needs to fix it.

That’s the whole gang! Finally, crazy how many playable characters there are in this game.

Eventually the group learns of the Black Materia, an extremely powerful weapon that was created by the Cetra (shhhh don’t listen to Rebirth they lied to you) as a result of them creating Holy, an equally powerful materia that was created to rid the world of Jenova, the Cetra’s greatest enemy. They continue on a quest to find the Black Materia before Sephiroth can use it to destroy the world. (It’s kinda a Fullmetal Alchemist equivalent exchange thing, to create the ultimate protective materia, the ultimate destructive materia had to be created in return)

All the while, Shinra pursues the group hoping Aeris will lead them to the “Promised Land” a land foretold by the Cetra to be a paradise (it’s the Cetra’s afterlife lmfao, Shinra’s stupid).

Upon finding the Black Materia, Sephiroth finally busts out his ability to control Cloud, forcing Cloud to hand over the materia to him. Aaaand now I can explain how SOLDIERs work. All SOLDIERs have Jenova’s cells in them, which is what allows them to survive Mako exposure AND is also how Cloud was able to keep finding Sephiroth! Jenova, and Sephiroth, can exert control over anyone with her cells and is currently trying to create a “Reunion”, drawing in everyone who contains Jenova’s cells so she can be whole again. Which is why Cloud is inexplicably drawn to following Sephiroth (hahahaha bitch fell for the classic thinking it’s about revenge but actually just being alien mind control).

Right after losing the Black Materia to Sephiroth, Aeris heads out on her own. The group manages to follow her to the lost city of the Cetra, where she attempts to summon Holy to defeat Jenova and Sephiroth.

The group arrives too late to rescue Aeris before Sephiroth arrives and kills her. Jenova appears once again and the group defeats her. They all mourn the loss of their beloved friend, then become reinvigorated to stop Sephiroth.

They go snowboarding literally immediately after this, funniest tonal shift of all time, as they head to the northern crater. They gets their hands back on the Black Materia before they make it to a cavern in which the REAL Sephiroth has been sealed this ENTIRE TIME!!!!

Cloud leaves the Black Materia with [enter ally of the player’s choice] so Sephiroth can’t take control of him to steal it back again.

Shinra also makes their way to this cavern, Professor Hojo then reveals that Cloud was never in SOLDIER, but instead is an experiment created by him, a “Sephiroth Clone”. Cloud is led to believe that he isn’t the real Cloud Strife, and only took on that appearance from Jenova’s ability to read minds (she can do so many things) and take the appearance of others based off memory, in this case, Tifa’s memory of her childhood friend. Cloud reacts super normally to this information (he has a meltdown). Sephiroth manages to trick [whoever the player left the Black Materia with] into bringing the Black Materia to Cloud. Who ONCE AGAIN is compelled to give it to Sephiroth.

Sephiroth is back for real now, and summons Meteor with the Black Materia. It’s a meteor, exactly what it sounds like.

Then literally so much happens. I can speedrun the disc three explanation sooo well. Cloud falls into the soup (the Lifestream, think of it like the veins of the planet) and goes missing. The group decides Cid’s in charge in his place since he’s a ship captain. Giant monsters emerge out of the plant, called Weapons (creative naming all around in this game, probably sounded cooler in Japanese). The Weapons were created as a defense mechanism of the planet against Jenova. But now they’re just kinda freaking out and blowing shit up.

Cloud is found completely unresponsive in a town called Mideel, Tifa elects to stay with him in hopes he’ll get better. The rest of the group heads forward on a mission to find the Huge Materia (literally just materia but big) before Shinra. Hoping maybe they’ll be able to use it to stop Meteor somehow.

Wacky adventures ensue. A weapon shows up in Mideel and causes an earthquake that opens up to the Lifestream, Cloud and Tifa both fall into the soup.

In the Lifestream, Tifa explores Cloud’s memories. She slowly tries to piece together the real story of what happened to Cloud, and to prove that he IS the real Cloud Strife.

We learn about Zack, an actual SOLDIER, who came to Nibelheim with Sephiroth before he destroyed the village. And how in Cloud’s memories, he placed himself in Zack’s shoes. (This is who Zack is and this is one of two parts of the entire game he shows up in)

As they go on and explore Cloud’s memories, they learn that he might never have been in SOLDIER, but he WAS in Nibelheim when it was destroyed, but as an infantryman, not a SOLDIER. He wore a helmet the entire time literally only because he was embarrassed about potentially running into Tifa (he was 16 back then, typical teenager behavior).

Cloud and Tifa wash up back in Mideel, found by their friends. This happens:

(Kidding, this is just the joke I made about this scene)

They go kill Sephiroth. Free Holy, which gets rid of Jenova once and for all and with the helpful of the Lifestream (again the planet is very alive) Meteor is stopped and the day is saved!! The only question that remains is, did Holy decide humanity was part of the threat to the planet? Do they remain after Meteor is stopped? It’s up to interpretation!!! We know Nanaki lived tho! He lived on for another 500 years!!!

Anyways that’s the gist of it, there’s like, way more. You would not believe how much story is packed into this game. And I loveeee it, it’s really good :) the characters are my everythings <3

#ophidian lore #asks #mutuals

[aenslem]

For All Mankind, 4

OMG if my gifs did not make you watch this show already then idk dude you are missing out so much

4. …why you should choose to check out the world of this story and choose three gifs that should underline my point.

So, in short, this is the series which shows you alternative reality after the first person on the moon becomes the soviet cosmonaut. Which leads to events in the world go a little differently, here and there you will see information about changes and that's fun to catch btw and see what is different compared to real history, such as John Lenon did not die, it's not important to the plot but it's kinda fun to see what changed in the world in 'for all mankind'. So this change is the beginning of the entire new timeline of the world we live in, where everything is mostly the same but different in some ways. The countries continue fight over everything, and this one shows their fight over the space. Which leads NASA to include women in their program back in 70s, and first season shows us the decade of training and going to the moon. The show is so well made, the visuals are great, but the best part of the show for me are characters. You might hate some of them due to them being the typical people of the decade they live in, but they grow and change. So this is the story of NASA and the people who work there, and we follow them through decades and see how they go to the moon, discover ice there and then the race to the mars begins. Every season shows different decade with the same characters. If you love sci fi and dramas and good characters - that show is for you.

You will have fun moments with big boys being idiots, you will have amazing female characters, you will have characters so dedicated to what they do and their dreams they go through hell and back to do it, there will be moments they have to make tough decisions, choose who lives, you will have heroes who won't live anyone behind, you will have corporations included in the race and what comes with it, politics, being lgbtq+ back in that time, if i say some more i will spoiler you, but you will enjoy it.

there are some dramatic moments that are so good, the cast just gives everything they have to make it work and it is absolutely perfect. joel kinnaman and shantel vansanten just grew so much in my eyes with their work in this show, the moment in 2.03 is like *chef's kiss*, you will know when you watch the show :P

The cast is fantastic, they all play so well, I could go miles about how great they are, but you just have to see it yourself.

Btw, there's amazing video of Jessie Gender which is fun and it is about how 'for all mankind' could be the prequel of star trek, yep, you heard me right :D It's actually really great and has a point, obviously it is not the same universe and the shows are not connected, but it's still fun to watch. And if you love star trek I would suggest to watch their videos in general, they are great.

gifs... ah well, we don't have many gifs done for this show, so I will just use mine which i did so far, this show is about working together for a better future, like, whatever gene roddenberry said back then, if we accept each other and our differences only then we deserve to go out in space. And this series shows us that the progress could be here earlier if we actually were not held by stereotypes and prejudice

1.

People are what makes this show great, while there are flaws in this show (well, every show has them) I try to look at the bright side, even if you do not like the character in the show you will admit they are well written and the cast did amazing work to make the character work.

2.

3.

SPAAAAAACE, you will see the moon, the mars, the fight on the moon, shuttles, rockets, sCIENCE, god watch this show it is so worth it!

ASK GAME

#ask #ask game #for all mankind #for the love of everything give this show a try #and ship margo and molly with me i need more people to scream about them #but yeah i look at bright side imagining they let women be part of it for a better future #but it was all cos they wanted to win the race against soviets but whatever makes it work i guess #the point is women should be in charge of everything (c) madam s 😆

[anotherkindofloveletters]

Drive My Car

So this little angel @hungryhungarian just convinced me to post this new chapter already, so thank them for having it so soon. I really hope you like it.

tw:  cheating g russell (sorry!!), a bit of cursing maybe, not proofread and eng is not my first language. Mentions of sexy moves or something like that I don't know ahahah. If there’s something more let me know so that I can add it.

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Chapter 4 - The Next Episode

The next race after Bahrain in Saudi Arabia goes pretty well too and everyone starts taking y/n way more seriously than before, especially the press. The tradition continues and the three of them are taking it very seriously. A part from that, Y/n during the first two weekends spent a lot of time taking pictures and people started noticing especially since she decided to open a side ig profile like the one Lando has “Oh so you’re competing with me, that’s nice.” he told her as soon as she found out laughing. “I’m coming for you Norris, on and off the grid.” she answered.

-alphay/ndump: first post must be about these two, always third wheeling: (a picture of Yuki and Pierre eating snacks and laughing together).

-pierregasly: oh oh someone’s jelly.

-yukitsunoda: if you bake me a cake I can reconsider.

She also took some picture of George that he really liked but asked her not to post on her profile because she felt they would be so much better just for the two of them, his flirting was becoming way more evident even if he told her that it’d be better to keep it private for now. “How can’t you see that he is obviously hiding you?” Yuki scolds her, and y/n tries to defend the whole situation. Pierre is there with them “If I might say y/n, it really looks like it from the outside.” The three of them were almost a trio now spending a lot of time together off track as well, maybe the fact that Pierre and Esteban didn’t get along very well helped a little.

After the Saudi Arabia weekend there was Australia and y/n was so happy about it even if there was a new big step for her to take: the drivers’ afterparty. She was pretty anxious about it, a mixture between happiness and super mega fear, especially because George was flirting a lot more with her lately and she expected him to make a move on her at the party, so she really cared about looking good for it. So on race day y/n was stressing Yuki out about racing and outfits “y/n, you’re making me go insane, and you're obsessed over someone who is clearly using you” “Please Yuki, just help me decide and I’ll leave you alone I swear.” “The second one, you look better in it.” he points of a picture of y/n in a flowy short black dress, she hugs him after his answer “I’ll bake your favourite as soon as we are back home.” “You bastard” he says trying not to laugh.

The race goes pretty well as they both get some points and manage to make everyone happy. “Our tradition works so well.” y/n says while in the car getting back to the hotel to get ready for the party “I guess so, but I will kick Albon’s ass if he does that again” complains Yuki about some bad manouvre that Alex did during the race. “So are you ready for your first party?” asks Jessie looking at her with Yuki rolling his eyes “Please don’t get her started” y/n pushes him a little bit and talk to her assistant about everything and she approves the outfit as well. “You will have many eyes on girl” she says to her.

“I told you this was the best one” says Yuki looking at her entering the car that was taking them to the party at Daniel’s “I am glad it looks good” “You look good” he smiles sweetly as if he was looking at his little sister, even if y/n was older than him “Thank you Yuki.” The drive to Daniel’s took more or less half an hour and as soon as she got out with Yuki, Daniel greeted them happily “I am so happy, welcome to your first! Come there’s some drinks already waiting for you” she follows Daniel and feels many eyes on her “I guess they’re not used to see you all glammed up” he laughs and she smiles blushing “That’s true”. They start drinking and breaking the ice with everyone. Pierre immediately reaches her and yuki and starts doing shots with them, being unable to keep his eyes off of y/n but almost afraid to say something and it was very unlikely of him.

Lando was doing the djset and putting on some of her favourites dancing tunes. “May I?” asks a very tipsy George stealing her from two very pissed Pierre and Yuki. “Of course” she says smiling and blushing, she felt a bit more confident thanks to the alcohol she drank. “I thought you didn’t want anybody to know you’re flirting with me.” She says looking him in the eyes. “They don’t have to know” he takes her by the hand and starts dancing amongst a big crowd of people that was attending the party. They dance very closely to each other, with y/n almost grinding on him, nobody notices because the lights are low and everybody is too caught in their flow, well almost everybody. George makes y/n get closer to him and he kisses her passionately, thinking nobody was watching them, but Pierre actually was from a corner of the room, while sipping on his gin and tonic that seemed to taste more bitter than usual. “Unbelivable” he whispers angrily looking at the scene, he felt a warmth pervade his body thinking how unfair the british was to y/n and how precious and naive she was “Unbeliavable mate” Yuki turns to him and sees that scene as well “No way. “ Pierre starts to rant angrily and Yuki gets a bit surprised by the french's behavior.

While they’re dancing George sees someone coming through the crowd and excuses himself and disappear for the whole night, y/n tries to wait for him dancing in the crowd alone, but gets quickly overwhelmed and decides to go back to the hotel without saying goodbye to anybody, just sending a quick text to yuki.

-y/n: hey yuki, I went back to the hotel because I don’t feel really good.

-giuseppetsunoda: what happened? don’t worry, be safe.

Yuki immediately understands why she acts like that as soon as he sees George talking to Heidi, Daniel’s girlfriend, who just arrived and who was friend with Carmen. “Asshole” he whispers through his teeth and continue partying with Pierre as pissed off as him.

A little drama is starting to show up and I hope I'm building it alright. Let me know what you think as always. Love you all and have a nice day :)

Fifth Chapter

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[lyon-amore]

What if...? Duskwood Chapter 29

Chapter 28 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  

*Macie POV*

 I leave the bathroom after getting dressed. Jake's on the computer looking up the clues we've gotten. I see him concentrating and it makes me feel bad for what I did. I can't get it out of my head that he's grieving for Hannah, but he suppresses it.    "How are you holding up?" I ask, sitting up on the bed.    "I'm still looking for clues…" I hear him sigh.     I nod and look at my phone. As if I expected Richy to text me that it was all a lie. But he's not going to.

 Because it doesn't suit him.

 Exactly. After calming down and watching the looped videos and then Jessy's, there were a lot of differences. Richy's attack didn't make sense, why? For going into the forest? Ha... A stupid rule, knowing that our beloved The Man Without a Face had already made mistakes. He never appeared on camera like he did with Jessy, and I highly doubt it was because he didn't have the mask on. And the blood… The more I looked at it, the more it amused me. I almost laugh in front of Jake. At first he obviously caught me off guard because I don't like to see blood and I had put my feelings more than reason. Something I shouldn't have done. This time I won't let it happen.    "I'm hungry…" I comment trying to get rid of my anger with Richy now. I hadn't had any dinner and after resting after the headache, my stomach had woken up.    "Right, I forgot." Jake turns to see me. "I'm used to going days without eating." He approaches his backpack and takes a sandwich out of it. "It's not much, but it's what I bought at the bus station."    "Thank you" I accept and look at him. Just looking at it makes my mouth water. ", I'm a little sorry that I can't cook something here…"     Jake laughs, returning to the chair.    “I think that's what I missed the most” he says as he types. "At least, thanks to you, I ate well for a while."    “What's up? Did the doctor not feed you or what?" I ask, eating slowly.    "She was stricter than you."    "And... and she was pretty?" I ask, an annoyed tone in my voice.    "Who?"    "The doctor, who else?"     Jake turns around again and raises an eyebrow, looking at me curiously.    "And what is that question about?    "For...forgetting a bit about before, I don't know," I answered, not wanting to say that it bothered me that another woman had seen his face. Or maybe I was worried. I didn't know if that woman was trustworthy.     Jake puts down the computer and sits next to me. He had an almost proud smile on his face.    "Well, each person has a type," he begins to explain "and the truth is that I didn't even notice if she was pretty or not."    "Because you were badly hurt?"    "Because I already found my type." he answers, looking at me intensely.     I sigh when I see how he looks at me. His words make me lose myself in my thoughts, thinking what type is that.    "And you, Macie?" He asks me, curious.     I bite my lip looking at him. I've known for a long time.    "You don't have to ask me." I replied, extending my hand to his and with my little finger, lame in his.     Jake ends up taking my hand. He squeezed me lovingly.    "And don't worry, I'm not the doctor type." He fondly strokes my cheek with his free hand, a sweet smile. His whispering voice gives me goose bumps.    "And how do you know that?" I ask, controlling my breathing as I have him close "I'm sure you make a lot of impressions on women..."    "Because she has a girlfriend."     I blink. One. Two. Three times. I blush with embarrassment at being jealous now. Jake laughs when he sees my face and I get angry.    "Go back to work, now." I told him, pushing him out of bed.    "Are you jealous?" He asks me, I can't move him a bit. He's using my words against me. “You should focus on the investigation, Macie."     I go to answer him and my phone rings. I take it from the table and see that it is the group.    “End of break.” I tell him.    "I'll keep looking." He gets up from the bed, going back to the computer. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Lilly Guys? How are we gonna go on now? Should we go to the hut that Richy rented for us? Macie I don’t think Richy even got round to that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Honestly, I'm not even sure about it but… why would you want to rent and then do this? I look at Jake, hurt. I don't want to tell him. First we have to find Hannah.

 Jessy doesn't want to go to the hut without Richy. I imagined. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Cleo To be honest, I can’t leave Duskwood with a clear conscience right now But I have to ask you for something, Macie, so that we can continue I want you to reveal everything to us that you and Jake have found out There can’t be any more secrets ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 It is understandable, we have hidden many things that we know, putting them at risk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie I knew you’d ask that one day Cleo And I want to ask you something else I want you to add Jake to our group. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 What? Why does she want to bring Jake into the group? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie And why? Cleo It's a little hard to explain He owes us I mean, I can only speak for myself, but I think the others feel similarly I trust you Macie And I want to stay in Duskwood to find Hannah, and now Richy But only knowing half the truth all the time and knowing that there are things that are deliberately being kept secret from me That’s really hard for me I want to carry trusting you so we can get our friends back But I need to know everything in order to do that ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Her words hurt a little. With everything that's happened, she's already starting to doubt me. The problem is, I don't know if Jake is going to want to, would he accept? I really would like him to be part of our group and for him to be able to talk to my friends, get to know them. I think it would even be another small step.

 I reply to Cleo that I was going to try, getting out of bed.

 I put my hand on Jake's shoulder to get his attention.    "Jake?" I call him with a worried voice.    "What happened Macie?" He turns quickly in his chair and I'm surprised.    "Nothing, calm down" I tried to calm him down and he relaxed. "The others are questing us to reveal the results of our investigations and I told them that I’d have to talk to you about it first."      He doesn’t answer. He looks down, tensing, suspicious.    “I can kind of understand them, Jake.” I squat down, taking his hand. Perhaps by appearing a bit shorter, trying to show sympathy, he may agree. He has also manipulated me a bit to make me trust him, why deny it now? If in the end I ended up doing everything his way. Now is mu turn. "I know you don't trust them.” He makes a throaty noise, annoyed. He looks away, preventing him from convincing him. ". But you trust me" I force him to look at me, bringing my hand to his face, moving it gently "and I’m sure we'll benefit from it too.” He crosses his arms, still doubtful. Okay, I'll use the heavy artillery ". Do it for me." I smile a little, looking at him with innocent eyes.     He gets up from his chair and begins to walk in the room. I sit up and look at him. Thinking.    "Alright" I hear how he complains under his breath when he answers. He clearly couldn't resist in the end. ". You may share the results of our investigations with them."    "You won't regret it." I replied quickly.    "I hope so..." he replies, a little unsure.     I start to touch the phone. Now comes the biggest.    "And... There's something else..." I bite my lip, nervous. I don't know how well this can turn out.     He wait for me to continue. I sigh deeply.    "Would bad would it be for you to join the group chat?"     He turns to look at the ceiling, raising his hand to his face. I know there's a lot at stake, but the group also wants to feel safe and they don't know Jake. They've been pointing at him from the start, this could be good for everyone.    "I should have seen it coming..." he answers annoyed.    "I can't do this without you" I walk over to him and take his hand, seeking support "and to be honest, it's important to me that you get along with others…please?"     Jake looks down at me. Again I see how he softens when he sees me. He brushes my hair and I lean into his hand, smiling up at him.    "If that is your wish, Macie, then we will do it together." He gives me a smile, but it's gone immediately, as if he remembered something. "But I have a favor to ask of you.    "That’s only fair."     I see him doubting whether to tell me. But in the end he looks at me determined.     "You need to remove Richy from the group chat." Little by little, I change my expression. It was a curious thing to ask for. "We must expect Richy's cell to be in the culprit’s hands now. Therefore he might be able to read all chats that Richy is involved in." a wave of fear hits me. So he must know about Cleo's request by now! He must have read that she wants Jake in the group! "And under those circumstances, we cannot reveal the results of investigations."    "I understood." I reply without hesitating for a second. Jake is surprised at my quick response. He nods calmly, smiling.    “Thanks Macie.” I smile at him and he goes back to the computer, getting ready. "You can take all the time you need."     Quickly, I enter the group and eliminate Richy from it. I won't risk our investigation or Jake.    “Done.” I tell him, sitting up on the bed, getting ready.    "I thought you'd need more time." He looks at me again, surprised.    "You said it yourself, the culprit may be reading the conversation." I reply as I write the same thing to them. "I'm not risking it all."     I hear Jake's chuckle. I noticed that he seemed somewhat shaky.    "Okay… Now comes the most difficult part."    "You'll do fine." I try to encourage him.     I see how he nods and I notice that he has joined the group. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie Guys this is Jake *Jake POV*

 I want to seem like the calm guy that I appear to be, the one who can have everything under control… Oh, well, almost everything.

 I couldn't say no to Macie's request. Her way of asking it of her has made me surrender to her. She needs me on this. And perhaps in this way I can clear up the doubts of the group that believes that I am guilty of the kidnapping of my sister. Ah, but it's better not to go into those details in the group, this is not the time to tell the truth, it would cause more problems than help.

 The first to greet me is Lilly, and a nervous smile spreads across my face. I had never talked to her and I wasn't angry about my part in what she did either. Although maybe a little yes with what she did with Macie, but I can understand her. I have the same feeling as when I first met Hannah, happiness to meet my sister.

 Jessica greets me in a friendly way, and Cleo welcomes me.

 Obviously it wasn't going to be that easy being in this group, Dan demands that I clarify how I know that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake I am accountable to none. Dan You are to me Whatever it is you’re about to tell us As long as I don’t know how all of this came to be, I won’t be able to believe one word of it Macie Dan, could you please stop that? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I read Macie's words and turn when I see her. She looks angrily at the screen. Pretty annoying. Until now she has been defending me all this time, even when I was hiding the truth from her. Maybe it's time she knew how I found out about Hannah's kidnapping. And for that, I will have to entrust it to the group as well. She told me that it was important to her and I will do that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake It's okay, Macie. Some time ago, I would have probably not told you this under any condition. But I would like to change my mind, thanks to Macie ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I hear a small laugh. Macie. I'm thankful that I'm turning my back, because now I'm on fire and, surely, I'm blushing for saying this.

 I explain that I was on the phone with Hannah when it happened, because she had asked me for help without knowing why. As an older brother, I couldn't refuse even though I broke off contact with her many years ago. If my sister needed me, I would be there for her. I still remember her relieved face when I called her. That and the one that she made scared, are the faces that I will not be able to forget.    "You had a video call?" I hear Macie ask me, even though she writes it.    "Yes."    "Oh…"    "What happen?    "I was thinking, if we hadn't met face to face" she looked at him while she spoke, attentive "would you have done it with me too?"    "I'm sorry, that would be too risky" I answer, a little uncomfortable ". Hannah was a special reason."    "Uh...I see..."    "Does it bother you?"    "No, no, I'm fine" she answers, not caring ". It was just out of curiosity."     I smiled at her jealousy. She wouldn't admit it either.

 I'm telling Hannah was attacked from behind. I can still hear her in my head screaming my name and for me to help her. I couldn't do anything but warn them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake I'm a hacker wanted by the government. My pursuers invested a lot of time and money to finally be able to catch me. Contacting you was ultimately my only way of helping Hannah. At the same time, I couldn't risk raising suspicions that I might be involved in all of this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I read the words that I have sent. I want to be honest with them for Macie. I'm already telling them enough about myself, something I shouldn't and that worries me.    “You're risking too much…” Macie comments. I can hear pain in her voice.    "It’s okay," I reply, "I'm trusting them...”   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Dan Tsk, that went really well 👍 Jake But my conscience didn’t allow me to just turn my back on Hannah. And when Thomas was sent the number of Macie , I contacted her immediately. I knew straighaway that she would play a key part. What part exactly, however, I do know to this day. Jessica So that's what happened Macie Even I didn't know that   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I hear Macie's footsteps coming towards me. I look at her and see that she is frowning.    "No more secrets..." she tells me, squeezing the phone tightly.    "Alright."     Macie sighs and types on her cell phone, but she decides to talk too. It's clear that she wants to look at my face as I answers her questions. It's a bit ridiculous, if we come to think of it, we're both in the same room and we text each other. But if we want others to know it, we have to write it down too. She sits down at the table so she can look at my face as she questions me.    "Was there anyone else with Hannah?" She finishes writing to ask me.    "Had there been another person in Hannah’s vicinity, I probably would not have been able to see them due to angle at which Hannah was holding her cell phone" I explained, remembering the scene. In loop ". But I believe her to have been alone. There was in any case, nothing to make me believe that there was anyone else present. "     Macie nods, thinking about the next question. I already know what face she makes when she's going to do it.    "Would another person would have been able to see you?    "I don't think so." I reply quickly. Even where I was, it was dark, with the simple light of the computer.    "How exactly was Hannah attacked?"    "Alas, I cannot tell you." I scratch the back of my neck, trying to think if I saw anything in particular "I did not see the object the attacker used."     After the questions, Macie hugs me.    "Thank you for telling me about it" she whispers to me, "and I'm sorry it was hard on you."     After listening to her, I hug her tightly. I have hidden so many things from her that I don't know how she can continue to trust me. I appreciate it too much.    "You had to ask," I replied, then pulled away a bit.    She brushes my bangs off my forehead and kiss me. I close my eyes feeling warm with that kiss. Then she caresses my face and we return to the conversation.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Jake Then we can begin. Jessica Can I go home first? Sorry I didn't say it earlier 😕   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Is that okay with you?" Macie looks at me sadly. “She's been busy helping us find the car files."    "Yeah, that's fine with me" he replied, smiling at her. I don't want to argue about her friend either, there's a lot of work to do and I have to prepare everything.

     She goes back to bed and I go looking for clues. I get the chat alert. Dan still doesn't trust me. I had put the chat notice for a moment. I was afraid that after telling my version of the day of the kidnapping, someone would take advantage of telling it somewhere.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Dan I still don’t trust that guy Macie And why not? 😩 Dan We can't prove any of the stuff he’s been saying Just though I’d mention it He’s sort of your hacker I don’t know, don’t ask me   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    <<I'm her hacker…>> I let out a laugh. ‘He’s sort of your hacker.' Sounds better than all the things that have called me now.    "That laugh?" She asks me     I remove the chat notice and the spyware. I think everything is fine for now.    "For nothing" I replied, examining everything we have "We'd better go through our files, get ready. "    "Yeah, it's going to be a pretty long morning." I hear her sigh.

     We remain silent, concentrated. From time to time I look at her, still worried about what happened this morning. She seems like she's recovered fast enough to continue this.

 I'm still surprised that she was able to watch Richy's video often. It didn't seem like a good idea to me... I hope it didn't affect her.  Jessica returns and we begin with our exposition of the events that have occurred so far, showing the clues we have. No one knew that Hannah had depression. They are just as surprised as I am. Even Lilly and she's her sister. Macie tries to calm them down, wanting neither of them to feel guilty.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Macie Please don't worry about not knowing It's not unusual to keep it a secret... Thomas But I could have helped her We would all have helped her And I’d have had the chance to understand what was going on with her Macie It was her choice, Thomas. I can understand Hannah   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 I worry as I read her words and look at her.    "Are you sure you're alright?" I ask nervously.    "Yes, don’t worry." She smiles at me to calm me down.    "Then why do you say you understand her?"     Macie stares at the ground, avoiding my gaze.    “It's not…exactly the same as Hannah,” she says slowly. "Let's say that before I didn't like people watching me all the time, asking me how i was, if I was okay, if I needed to talk about it... "    "Does it mean that I overwhelm you by asking if you feel bad?"    "No, not anymore, it was a few years ago" She smiles at me to calm me down ". Let's continue with the chat. "     I nod, returning to the screen. I don't want her to happen like with Hannah and not be able to do anything to help her.

 We show the conversation between Hannah and her psychiatrist. We all have it clear: The worst psychiatrist that exists. We focused on the theme of the incident when Hannah was a child, that this same man from that incident was following her, and that she wasn't alone back then. It doesn't seem like anyone says anything.

 The mysterious Jennifer. We get to the point and I ask who told Macie. But silence. It was Richy who gave us her name: Jennifer Manson. But it wasn't her real name either. Jennifer Hanson. I found her name looking in the old Duskwood news and Jessica spoke to her mother Iris, getting the address of her car. And something happens.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Thomas Wait  Jessy Jessica ? Thomas You went to Hannah's car? Jessica Uh yes Thomas Where was it? Jessica In front of her house? Macie What's up, Thomas?  Thomas When Jake first got us all into this group chat and said Hannah was in danger I drove to her immediately Richy was there and said Hannah wasn't in her apartment. He had already rang the doorbell He had read what Jake had written… But what I’m trying to get at is that Hannah’s car wasn’t there!   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    "Jake!" Macie exclaims excitedly "This is important!"     "Yeah, that's what I think." I look closely at Thomas's words.     “I didn’t know we’d get new information."     Indeed, this is interesting. I never thought we would end up discovering this detail from them.

 Dan starts to feel bad and we leave for a moment.    "What do you think of the car?" I ask Macie, curious about her theory.    “I think the kidnapper didn't want the car found in any particular area” Macie says, thinking "The bad thing is that right now that car isn't much help to us. Who knows how many prints there must be on that car?"    “And more if your friend Jessica has enter on it after they used it before her."    "Yeah…" she sighs, raising a hand to her head "If I'd known before, I could have stopped her" I hear her get up and sit down at the table, to talk to me. ". The positive thing is knowing that she talked to Iris."     I nod and cross my arms. I need a coffee for this break.    "Do you want me to buy you something?" Macie asks me, as if she's read my mind.    "The truth is that a coffee wouldn't hurt me." I answered with a smile.    "Then wait, I'll be here in a heartbeat." She jumps down from the table, reaching for her bag ". I'll be right back."    "Don't worry, I'm not moving from here." I joked before she left.     Well, for now everything seems to be going well.

Chapter 30

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studio #everbyte

[hugespace]

Last week I decided to revisit my WIPs and @becausethathappens wanted to know more about one of them - “Find Yourself, Lose Yourself”, which has been sitting in my drafts since August 2021.

Now, I can’t really take credit for the idea behind this fic, I’m pretty sure I saw someone saying they’d like to read a story about R&L exploring gay bars together but for two different reasons and I just decided to try writing said story; the problem is though - that was nearly 2 years ago, and I absolutely cannot find that post/comment now. So, if anyone reading this happens to remember who first came up with it, please let me know, as I’d like to give them credit. (And if someone else already wrote a story like that - also let me know, and I’m sorry! I wasn’t keeping up with new fics while on my hiatus, so I might have missed something!)

I only managed to write 3 chapters back then, and I’m just posting the first one for now.

***Find Yourself, Lose Yourself***

Rhett finds himself having to come to Link’s rescue one night, when his friend’s journey of self-discovery becomes a bit too much for him. He promises to be Link’s moral support from that point on, but will there be consequences?

***1,2k***

An unpleasant and aggressive sound pulls Rhett out of his sleep with a gasp. He has been dreaming about something he can’t remember now; the end of the dream was too sudden. For a second, his brain feels cloudy, he doesn't know what is happening. The initial confusion associated with abrupt waking up goes away quickly, however; he's in his bedroom, where else could he be. It's dark, clearly still middle of the night, and the only source of light is the ring of bluish glow around the downturned screen of his phone laying on the bedside table. Phone, which is vibrating furiously, almost like it's trying to free itself and fall to the floor. So that's the sound, his brain finally catches up.

Rhett quickly picks it up, glancing at Jessie, who is thankfully still peacefully sleeping next to him, arms hugging a pillow and mouth open. He looks at the screen - unknown number. Then the time - 2:13 am. Who could be calling him at such an hour...? He briefly considers declining the call, but an uncomfortable feeling in his gut makes him reconsider. What if it's an emergency? His wife is next to him, both sons in their rooms, but there's still his parents, and brother, and- And Link, he realises, recognising the 818 area code in front of the number. He has to pick up.

Rhett quietly gets up and leaves the bedroom, simultaneously pressing the green symbol on his screen. "Hello-?" he gently closes the door behind him and shuffles towards the door to the backyard in the dark. "Mr. McLaughlin?" a male voice inquires in return, slightly drowned by a distant sound of music in the background. "Yes...? Yes, that's me. Who's calling?" "Brad Whittler, I'm here with your- friend? Charles. He gave me your number to contact you, so you can get him, I don't think he's in a position to drive." It takes Rhett a moment to comprehend the stranger's words. Charles...? Does he know anyone…? OH. LINK.

His heart speeds up so abruptly and with such a force, Rhett feels like it might want to jump out of his ribcage. “What happened-?! Is he hurt...?” “No, no...” the tone of the voice is casual, not filled with concern, Rhett thinks. “He's not hurt, not physically, at least. He's having a pretty bad panic attack, though.” Rhett’s imagination is getting ahead of him, trying to complete what he's hearing. Was Link in an accident...? Is he at a hospital? Did something happen to someone else? “And he might be kinda drunk to be honest.” the man on the other side of the line adds after a few seconds, cutting right through Rhett's racing thoughts. Drunk...? What the hell? “I- Where is he? Where should I come?” “Bullet Bar, do you know the address?” He doesn't, he’s never heard of that place. What was Link doing there, anyway? It was obviously a bar, that much was in the name, but neither of them were ever really big on pubs, and certainly not in the recent years. Rhett switched to speaker and wrote the address given to him by the man in his notes' app, thanking him for the information and promising to be there as soon as possible. The navigation showed him he was in for a ride to Burbank, a different side than the studio, but still around 35 minutes away.

Rhett went back up to he and his wife's bedroom and gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her enough to let her know what's going on. "Jessie? Baby." "Hmm...?"Jessie opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times, trying to get used to the darkness and to being awake in the first place. "I got a call, Link's somewhere in Burbank and needs me to get him." he spoke in a soft voice. "Don't worry, I think he's fine, I don't know much, but he's not hurt in any way" he added, seeing the sudden alarm in Jessie's eyes. "Do you want me to go with you?" she asked, pushing herself up on her elbows. "No, no, thank you. Go back to sleep, he's okay, it's not an emergency or anything. I'll let you know once I've got him, okay?" Rhett leaned down to leave a kiss on Jessie's forehead. "Are you sure...?" "Yeah, yeah, absolutely." Jessie didn't seem entirely convinced, but she laid back down and asked him for a promise to call her and tell her if everything was alright as soon as he was with Link. Rhett gave her another kiss and jogged out of the room, only grabbing a pair of sweats and a hoodie on his way. He quickly put them on, pocketed the phone, his wallet, and a set of keys, and rushed to the car.

The night was relatively cool, and the streets were calm despite it being a weekend. Rhett had to really control himself not to start speeding, his need to be there as soon as possible and find out what the hell happened was strong, and the fact that the roads were so empty made fast and reckless driving rather tempting. Wouldn't bring anything good if he got in an accident though, he reasoned, trying not to exceed the speed limit. Without any external distractions from other cars around him or sounds of people going about their daily lives, Rhett's brain quickly occupied itself with more or less probable scenarios and mind-boggling questions regarding Link's whereabouts and the reasons for his panic attack. In his rush, he hasn't even checked what that place was, it occurred to Rhett. He only put the address in the navigation and followed the directions.

He would find out soon, he realised, hearing his phone tell him to drive another 5 miles straight ahead and then turn right to reach his final destination. The part of Burbank he was now in seemed to be significantly livelier than what he drove by on his way there. Colourful neon signs on both sides of the street illuminated the sidewalks and people standing or walking on them – numerous party-goers smoking, drinking, talking loudly and animatedly.

"Your destination is on the right." the navigation declared all of a sudden, in its dry and emotionless tone of voice. Rhett slowed down and quickly glanced at the place he was supposedly trying to find. It was indeed a bar, or maybe a nightclub. The building looked innocuous, a bit shaggy even – with black walls with grey brick peeking out from underneath bits of chipping paint, and a simple red sign above the door. He parked his car in front of it, not caring about doing a good job of it, and as he was starting to reach for the handle to get out of the vehicle, he noticed something that has somehow slipped his attention when he first looked at the building. A big rainbow flag was stuck in a flagpole on top of the building and moving slightly in the wind. He brought his eyes back to the sign on the front of the bar and then opened his notes app to make sure he was in the right place. He was. He looked around and spotted another sign, standing next to the building and proudly declaring "Bullet Bar - 40 years of gay haven in Burbank!”

Was Link in a gay bar?

***

More disclaimers! The Bullet Bar is a real gay bar in Burbank, I know nothing about it though, apart from what it looks like and that it’s been around since the 80s. I just wanted it to be a bar that’s not in WeHo or some other extremely busy place. (And also, I promise Rhett has a legitimate reason to be surprised by Link’s whereabouts, not just “why would he be in a gay bar”)

#my writing #rhink fic #it's just a preview #i know there's not much going on here #but I promise I'll try to keep writing it

[sunshine-theseus]

list of people and teams i know for requests

this list isn't me restricting who you can request, just letting you know who i already know

no one has yet but please don't request underaged players. i would prefer they at least be 20 tbh.

obviously all the Matildas

majority of the Lionesses. i'm familiar with a lot of them but there are some i either don't really know or am not a huge fan of but if you want me to write about them just ask me and i'll let you know

Spain WNT

US WNT

continuing with spanish, Barcelona. I'm pretty familiar with all their players except a couple

most WSL clubs like chelsea, arsenal, man city. i know majority of their players due to the tillies being there

Jessie Fleming

there are a lot of individual players i know as well like magda eriksson or Kristie and Sam Mewis.

if a player/a player from one of the teams isn't on the list you can still send a request, i'll look into them :)

[eddieheart]

JACKET

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: unrequited Eddie x OC

Words: 1000

Description: Penelope had gone to school with Eddie Munson for three years and she has a huge, pathetic crush.

Warning: I have never seen stranger things, yes I know, I’m terrible. I have seen some videos and read some fanfic, but I also have my amazing editor @buggylad, who has seen the show. So enjoy!

"No that's not what I'm saying, look it's not my fault he lost his jacket in the upside down."

"That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt Robin. He fucking loved that thing jeez."

"Tell me about it, all I ever hear is him moaning about being to weak to make a new one, he's on bed rest for another like what 5-9 months?"

She held her breath, Penelope was obviously not supposed to over hear that conversation. For five years Eddie Munson had been going to Hawkins high, it was common knowledge that he had to repeat his senior year (this was the third time).

Eddie had been in his first senior year when Penelope was a freshman. She'd had such a huge crush on him, but she was just a freshman and he was Eddie Munson. Some part of her had just assumed that since he was a senior he'd graduate that year and she'd never see him again.

But it had been three years, three years of pathetic pining after the metal head. Penelope was just on her way to the bathroom, she didn't know that two of Eddie Munson's friends were talking in the hall.

She placed a hand over her mouth and scurried back in another direction, that jacket had been his pride and joy. During her entire high school career Penelope had seen that jacket evolve, starting blank and becoming a beautiful mosaic of his passions.

Penelope thought back to her sketchbook, she knew a soft drawing laid inside, one of the vest in question. It was also known to her that Gareth was a friend of the boys and he would know what patches were placed into the garment.

In that moment Penelope knew what she was going to do.

——

Penelope sat with her friend Jessie in the Hawkins mall. Glancing over she could see 'scoops ahoy' the local ice cream parlour.

"Tell me again why we're doing this?" The older asked with lacklustre.

"Steve knows Dustin, Dustin knows Eddie. You give the package for Eddie to Steve, he gives it to Dustin who gives it to Eddie. Done and done." Penelope smiled  at her friend enthusiastically.

Sighing Jessie turned to the girl.

"So this is all about your infatuation with the freak huh?" Taking a sip of her drink she glanced over at the younger girl.

"It's not an infatuation! And he's not a freak! Just give him the damn box Jess." Her friend chuckled and grabbed the box.

It was wrapped with newspaper, a small colourful card made of scrapbook paper was taped to the top.

"Cookie dough or cotton candy?" Jessie asked while standing, box in her arms.

"Is that even a question? Cookie dough obviously." Penelope sulked slightly as her friend walked over to the ice cream store.

After watching her friend flirt with both Steve and robin for way too long, grab their ice cream and hand over the package with a smile, Penelope stood and walked towards the door.

"Your ice cream my lady." A blush painted the young girls face, Eddie was going to get her gift.

Jessie scooped a small bit of ice-cream from the small bowl and held up a hand towards her friend. After a high five and a brief chuckle the girls left the mall.

——

The kids along with Steve stood outside Eddie's trailer. Arms crossed he sighed facing Dustin with a look of annoyance.

"How do we know it's not some taunt or something?" He asked motioning towards the box.

"You said a pretty girl gave it to you?" Steve gave a curt nod. Dustin sighed.

"I think we have to give it to him." They turned to Robin.

"How do we know it's not-." The young boy was quickly interrupted by the older girl.

"We don't know until we open it!" Robin shouted. A soft bang could be heard from inside the trailer and a muffled yell rung out.

"Just bring it inside already!" Great, now Eddie knew too.

They opened the door and timidly walked inside. Eddies bed was facing them as they entered, the boy sat in a Metallica t-shirt and sleep pants. He'd just changed his bandages when the yelling outside had started.

He made a grabbing gesture to the trio, indicating he wanted the box. Walking forward Steve gently placed the box onto Eddie's lap and he pushed himself upwards.

Grabbing the garish note on top he read out loud.

"To, Eddie Munson. Well great, at least we know who it's for." He chuckled sarcastically and peeled back the wrapping.

Grabbing a box cutter from his bedside table, Eddie jimmied open the top of the box. He was met with soft white tissue paper, if it was a prank they certainly put a lot of work into it.

Feeling around inside his hand landed on another garish envelope, one that looked homemade. Gingerly he opened it softly pulling a few sheets of lined paper.

"Dear Eddie, I've been missing you at school lately. I hope you don't get upset, I didn't mean to but I overheard you friends taking in the halls, but I did." Eddie glanced up, both robin and Dustin looked to the ground nervously.

"They were saying something about you being hurt. They didn't specify but I like to think you were performing and got caught in a mosh pit. Or you played so well that a rival band wanted to take out the lead, but you beat them up before they could. Or you were rocking out to Metallica in the shower and slipped in the bathtub. (The old age home commercials say it's both very possible and very dangerous)." Eddie let out a soft laugh, they were funny.

"One thing I did hear though, was that your previous jacket was a victim to whatever incident took place, and that you were too ill to fix/ make a new one. I really hope you don't mind that I did this, feel free to throw it away if you hate it. I hope you feel well soon, school isn't the same when you're not there. If you ever want to find me ask Jessie. ~Opie."

A look of confusion painted his feature as he reached I to the box again. This time he pulled up a smaller rectangle wrapped with newspaper as well. He ripped it open to reveal a cassette tape, someone made him a mix tape, someone made him a mix tape.

Smiling to himself, Eddie read the side of the tape. 'Eddie's Mix'. Chuckling he reached down into the box.

Something soft greeted him, he pulled up a lump of what he assumed was fabric wrapped in newspaper. When he opened it he nearly cried. His jacket.

Someone made his jacket, he pulled it towards his chest and hugged it tightly. Pulling back he laughed and looked up.

"Who the fuck is Opie?"

@buggylad

#eddie munson x autistic reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #stranger things #orginal character #original female character #fanfiction #fanfic

[hacked-by-jake]

❗️Spoilers ahead❗️

Hi, HBJ. Thank you for creating a place for our Duskwood-related thoughts, questions and theories ❤

Here's the thing. Richy (as MWAF) asked MC to come to the mine.

What was his actual purpose, his original plan?

If he wasn't shot and MC went instead of Jake and Alan... what would happen?

A) Richy would "save" Hannah and appear in front of MC's eyes as a hero, making everyone believe that Michael (who presumably "dies" in an explosion) was behind it all... Also that would be his pretty dumb way to finally meet MC in person.

B) Richy would "save" Hannah, but leave MC behind, so MC dies in the explosion, surrounded by the evidence... In such circumstances Richy could testify that MC was the final victim or even MC was a culprit who was lying to his friends all this time.

The more I think about why Richy wanted an "exchange" for MC and not anyone else, the more I think that explanation B (or sth similar) is more probable...

Let's turn a blind eye to the obvious factor - Everbyte needed users to be useful xD Richy could be a hero (or another "Michael's victim") in front of Jessy or Lilly. The exchange would be even more successful if he offered that to Thomas - obviously he would accept the offer without hesitation. So why MC? I can't think of anything else... Richy was planning sth either extremely stupid or really dark.

So this is my second attempt to answer your ask. The first time Tumblr deleted everything I wrote (the ask was already done). Therefore, it may well be that I have forgotten to mention some aspects I have mentioned. -.-

-

To be honest, this is one of the questions that concerns me the most. He wanted us to come to the mine BUT WHY? Somehow everything doesn’t really make sense and as you say, why would Richy want MC to be used as an exchange for Hannah. I don’t get it.

I think this plan came to him only after he was shot, and I think only then did he want us to go to the mine. But I don’t know.

Actually, I think what you said in option A is more accurate. I can’t really imagine that Richy wanted to hurt MC. I think Richy wanted MC to show up at the mine to see how Richy saves Hannah like a hero and to make us see that he has nothing to do with the whole thing. But that doesn’t make sense because of his injuries, at least not anymore.

And then I have to remember that Richy went to the house of the group and here I ask: Why? Why did he go there? Did he want to hurt the others? What was his plan? Just show up to scare them? That doesn’t make sense because it wouldn’t have worked, after that everything would have been the same.

Maybe he also wanted MC to come into the mine to save Hannah because Hannah would never have made it out of the mine alone. I mean, Richy seems to have given her some sedative or something. Hannah would never have been able to get out of the winding and large mine alone. Maybe Richy wanted MC to come help Hannah because Richy himself couldn’t make it.

What also makes little sense is why Richy should sacrifice MC in the fire to make MC look guilty. I mean, Richy knows very well that MC tells everything to the others, and if not to the others, at least to Jake. And Richy knows very well that Jake stores everything on his computer that could be helpful. And so of course the chat, where the unknown number writes to MC that MC should come to the mine. In addition, the whole group is also a witness, and everyone in the group has the chat in which Thomas tells MC to go to the mine. So actually this makes no sense because you could prove immediately that MC was lured there.

Besides, which is weird, I’m not an anthropologist or a coroner or anything like that, so I can only say what I think I know. Bones can’t actually burn, I think. So it has to be extremely hot and burn for a long time so that bones also decay into dust. And I also believe that it doesn’t happen from normal fires, as I said, I don’t know if it’s true. But what do I mean by that, how did Richy imagine it? 'Michael Hanson' burns in the mine but the police can’t find a single clue? Nothing? I don’t think that’s possible. Unless the plan was to destroy the mine with the explosion so it would be too dangerous to go in there.

On top of that, Richy probably didn’t expect Alan to show up twice.

Maybe Richy also wanted MC to actually die in the mine because Richy already knew that MC suspects him. Maybe Richy wanted to make sure that MC wouldn’t be able to tell their doubts about the story and then maybe be investigated against Richy.

I definitely forgot a point that I wanted to note, or had noted before Tumblr deleted my answer, but I just can’t remember...

But as you can see, I am really helpless in this matter and I do not understand it. I just think what MC can say to Richy is true: Richy is an incredibly bad criminal.

And no matter what his plan was, probably nothing was as he imagined it, so he still wanted to try somehow to save it but didn’t make it. I am really confused and I hope that we will at least get some answers on this topic. 😩

And I think the way you said it, it fits very well. No matter what Richy wanted to do, it would have been either stupid or dark...

Everything is so confusing.. Help. 😫

-

So and now: A huge thank you for your compliment, it really means a lot to me that you say that. But hey, it wouldn’t be possible without you, if you didn’t send me your thoughts and theories, it couldn’t be like that. So thank you all for always taking the time to write this to me. It really means a lot to me and I really appreciate that you do. ❤️🥺

And of course now also a big excuse that you had to wait so long for my answer. I’m really sorry, and I hope you’re not upset about this. And therefore: Thanks for your patience that you had to have, I really appreciate it!

Again, thank you a lot! I hope you will have a fantastic day/evening/night! Take care of yourself and stay healthy. ❤️

#silvera tea drinker #duskwood episode 10 #duskwood thoughts #duskwood theories #duskwood richy #duskwood man without a face #duskwood mwaf #duskwood #everbyte studio #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood #duskwood mc #everbyte game #duskwood hannah #hbj dw answers

[jflemings]

In pipers world Jessie asking for permission to marry reader from Steph , sam and australian players when they play international because they are readers family(she already asked readers parents) and Steph specially means a lot to both reader and piper...and also Jessie asking the same to leah and leah not giving her permission just to watch Jessie squirm for sometime but eventually gives because everyone has seen how Jessie makes reader feel... In her wedding speech Jessie will specially write a speech for piper too

jessie had to really plan it out because she couldn’t let on what she was doing.

calling your parents was difficult because of the time differences and each of their schedules but by a miracle she finally got the chance to sit down with them on zoom and ask them as face to face as best she could. they said yes, obviously, and then asked if she had any particular plans on how she was going to propose.

she didn’t, she just wanted to get everyone’s approval first before she got that far

they stayed on zoom just catching up until she looked at the time and realised that you would be back in less than five minutes. she quickly said her goodbyes and then managed to shut her laptop just as you walked in the door

you were sus on her because she was clearly shocked to see you, even though you had told her the time she should expect you and piper home, but ultimately brushed it off

jessie asked to catch up with sam and steph before the international break in london. she had bought the ring by then and had brought it with her to ask them to marry you.

the two of them are so honoured that jess thought to ask them and immediately said yes once she finished her half-nervous speech.

steph was over the moon and sam would not stop teasing jess talking about ‘it’s about time’

jess didn’t get the actual chance to ask the rest of the tillies but sam and steph had both managed to find a time to tell the team, explaining to them that they had said yes on their behalf and that under no circumstances were you or piper to find out.

the whole time your teammates where giving jessie sly smiles and pats on the back. teagan was especially relentless

jessie had no idea what to do when leah said no. on one hand she knew the love and respect you had for her but on the other, jess was going to propose anyway. she knew she was, and she told her as such.

look, i know that y/n loves and respects you an infinite amount and i know what you mean to piper so please don’t think that i’m trying to be disrespectful but i love y/n and i love piper. they’re my whole world. i’ve spoken to her parents and to steph and sam and they’ve all given me the go ahead, so, i’m going to propose anyway.

leah’s quite chuffed with jessie’s response and also impressed that not only did jessie let an outsider’s opinion deter her from doing what she wanted, but that she spoke with such confidence when she talked about how much you and piper meant to her. jessie had clearly been nervous when she approached leah but when she talked about you two all the nerves went away.

“i’m kidding, of course i give you my permission to marry y/n”

“oh thank fucking god”

#pegs answers #piper’s world #jessie fleming headcanon #jessie fleming blurb

[rustbeltjessie]

Rust Belt Jessie’s NaPoWriMo 2023 Prompts: BONUS ACTIVITY!

make a poetry video

One thing I hate about the Now is the TikTok-ification of everything. It’s like every social media site has ‘reels’ or ‘stories’ or a ‘live’ feature now, and everyone is pressured to upload video content alongside whatever else they’re posting. And the videos have to be short and funny, or short and poignant—but poignant in a clickbait-y, easily digestible/likable/shareable way, not in a poetic way* **

But, paradoxically, one thing I dig about the Now is that most everyone has a camera/audio recorder in their pockets at all times, and those self-same devices can run apps that act as mini film studios.

I used to want to be a filmmaker. I’ve always written (poetry, and other stuff), but once upon, I thought I was gonna be the next Jim Jarmusch. I even studied film, briefly, at the start of my college career.*** But my life changed and my plans changed, and I didn’t continue with it.

Then, in late 2019, FIVE:2:ONE magazine accepted three of my poems—and asked me to make either an audio recording or a video to go along with them. I’d already done a lot of spoken word audio—and that’s something I still do—so I decided to make a video, for the hell of it. And then I decided that, rather than record a simple video of me reading said poems, I’d make a poetic short film.

Since then, I’ve made several others along the same vein. Some feature full poems, some feature excerpts from longer poems, and still others act as trailers for bigger poetry projects and thus feature excerpts from a number of poems.

So, if you’re up for it, this is what I want you to do with this bonus activity: pick a poem (maybe one you wrote from one of these exercises!); or, if it’s a super-long poem, choose an excerpt. Then, make a short film from/with/of it.

You might include an audio track of you (or someone else) reading the poem. You might not, and instead go silent film-style, and put the text of the poem in the film. You might include photographs or other visual art (by you, or by someone else), or video clips (ditto). You might include music (your music, someone else’s music).**** You get the idea. Have fun.***** Get weird.

Since we’re resisting the TikTok-ification of everything, you obviously don’t need to share your poetic short film on social media, or anywhere. But if you do decide to share it, I hope you contact me and let me know where I can watch it. Cuz I really, really wanna see it.

Recommended viewing:

Three Poems by Jessie Lynn McMains (yeah, most of these are gonna be my own, because I honestly don’t know of many other people doing this right now) Self-Portrait with Ghosts and Trains (Trailer) Dear One (Coney Island Baby) Left of the Dial (Trailer) Also, Carrie Olivia Adams’s Forty-One Jane Doe’s comes with a DVD that includes short films of some of the poems. If you can track that down, I highly recommend it.

Resources:

Flickr (a great place for finding Public Domain and Creative Commons images and videos) Unsplash (ditto!) Pixabay (ditto ditto!) Free Music Archive (great for finding Creative Commons music) Free Sound (great for finding Creative Commons sound effects)

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*Don’t even get me started on “Instagram” poetry. I’m all for people sharing their work on whatever platforms they choose, and I’m all for short/“simple” poems if that’s the form the poem demands (or which the poet feels most drawn to). But the fact that people are purposefully trying to write a type of poem designed only to get the most ‘likes’ skeeves me out.

**Okay, look, I have friends who write poems to upload to Instagram or make videos to share on TikTok and the like, who are really great at it. I’ve also seen stuff made by complete strangers on those platforms that is really excellent. My opposition to that type of stuff is not that I don’t think there’s anything of value (meaning: artistic and intellectual and like, humanistic value; not monetary value) that can be done with it. My opposition is to the commodification of everything, how we’re all supposed to have our personal Brand, we’re supposed to be a brand, and we’re supposed to be generating constant “content.” I don’t want to create content, I want to make art. In the immortal words of Lloyd Dobbler, I don’t want to buy anything, sell anything, or process anything as a career—that includes myself—and oh yeah, capitalism is the enemy of poetry. The other half of the reason I won’t join TikTok is cuz I resist trends. Hell, I still use Tumblr as my primary “social media” account. (And every seven days, I toggle the switch and turn off Tumblr Live.)

***Jim Jarmusch went to school to study poetry, then became a filmmaker; I went to school to study film, then became a poet. This is a minor coincidence which means nothing, but I still think it’s kinda interesting. (Oh! And! While writing this chapter, I came across this line in Ann Lauterbach’s poem “The Blue Door:” I was once at the Stray Dog Cabaret, once in / unlit neighborhoods where sexy initiatives / were underway, awaiting Jim Jarmusch.)

****If you’re using photos, visual art, video clips, or music by someone else, obviously you can collaborate with someone you know—which would be awesome! But there’s also a wealth of Creative Commons/Public Domain stuff online. I’ll be providing links to some of it.

*****Oh Lord, there’s that damn word again.

(This exercise is from my ebook of NaPoWriMo prompts, which can be found here.)

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