#mark me as your property connie!!!!

[maria-rayro]

HALF-CAT CHARLIE

Cat-man Charlie, who looks like an ordinary human, but he has cat ears and a tail that hilariously give away all his emotions and feelings.

Kate and Jamie's constant banter. Like " what, you want us to scratch your ear now?" when he says he was right and this place really is a gold mine. Or "kitty kitty kitty" when they want him to come up to them. It drives Charlie crazy ( but honestly, he wouldn't mind being scratched behind the ears).

Jamie once bought a laser pointer and started annoying Charles with it. He saved face and restraint, but actually he really wanted to hit that red dot. Just well you know. Instincts.

Sleeps a lot. Mostly during breaks from work, right on the couch or at his desk. Sometimes curled up in a ball (Jamie has a few pictures of this, which she calls a dirt on Charles).

"When the cat's away, the mice will play." "SHUT UP CHARLIE."

"There's a dead cat on the line." "OH SHUT UP JAMIE."

No "I'm as healthy as a butcher's dog." He's not a dog.

When he tries to find cigarettes while experiencing withdrawal, he wags his tail grudgingly and tensely (Erin tries not to laugh. She tries)

He eavesdrops on everyone from a much safer distance because he has good hearing. He also does it often, and twirls his ears adorably while doing so. When the crew notices that he's been eavesdropping on one of them, they say "curiosity killed the cat, Charlie, haven't you ever heard about that?"

Left alone at dinner, he is a little frustrated, staring at his glass of wine for a long time, and then he pushes it irritably off the table.

When he hears something unpleasant being said about him, he presses his ears to his head, though he tries to pretend that he doesn't care.

When he confronts the maniac, he, too, presses his ears and looks at him with big, pitiful cat eyes.

He scratches at the door as he begs to be let out of the gas room.

He gets out of the fire, but his fur on his tail is a little burnt, and that makes him sad.

By the way, he does sneak onto other people's property through a window a lot.

He does climb over the fence almost in a flash when Connie runs at him. And then he teases him by taunting him. You know. Just like in canon, it doesn't really change much here.

If the group decides to accuse him of being complicit, he'll start meowing pitifully, begging to be set free. Mark quickly takes pity and is ready to free him, but Erin insistently takes cameraman inside the lighthouse, asking him not to fall for the cat's manipulation.

By dawn, he becomes a wet, sad cat trying to shake water out of his ears. After the stress he's been through, he'll obviously need to sleep for about 24 hours and lick his wounds.

"If cats really do have nine lives, I've lost about four of them today" "The other four you lost in Topeka, so be careful now, Charlie" " YOU WILL REALLY CONTINUE TO REMIND ME ABOUT TOPEKA AFTER THIS???"

Bonus: (outside of the canon story, or if the night at Du'Met's castle would have gone a little differently)

Perhaps, considering that Charlie is slightly self-conscious about his nature, Granthem would have tried to play on that somehow? Mock him? Like a red laser pointer light randomly appears in the basement, leading Charles into a trap. Or some cat toys lying around the house.

Granthem traps him and pushes against the wall, and Charlie meows pitifully. Du'Met is at a loss.

If Granthem decides to keep Charles, he will treat him like a cat. He'll scratch his ear, stroke his back, that sort of stuff. Lonnit will eventually figure out how he can manipulate a man and made a deal with his self-esteem, and at some point, sitting by his lap while he works, Charlie will start rubbing his cheek against his legs.

#As you may guess #I love cats #and also #charlie lonnit #heheh #granthem du'met #tdim #the devil in me

[sadomas0chist]

can I get a switch Jean x switch reader, and they are both cocky and think they're dom and they both are flirts but can't handle someone flirting back.oh and in the end reader ends up on top😉

a.n: hey anon!! i hope you like it <3. i love this request because i’m a switch and have always considered jean being one as well.

MINORS DNI // + 18

genre: nsfw

word count: 1.5k

pairing: switch jean x switch female reader

Eren was pressing tightly against you, his hands roaming around your body, his cologne intoxicating you as he buried his face in the nape of your neck, whispering the things he’d do to you if you two were alone.

You threw your head back, leaning on his shoulder, his hand wrapping around your throat. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Connie had invited you all to his house to celebrate his twentieth birthday and it was one of the best parties you have attended so far.

Eren’s hand slipped between your thighs, your focus back on his touch. Your eyes darted across the room to find Jean staring at you, a random woman sitting on his lap, leaving kisses from his jaw down his neck.

He tightened his grip on her ass making her giggle and poke his nose. Still, he looked unimpressed and jealous. You didn’t know if it was the booze kicking in, but Jean looked hotter than usual.

You couldn’t deny that you felt a lot of tension around him and wondered if he felt the same way. Little did you know that he did and was currently wishing that you were the one grinding yourself on his lap instead.

Part of you wanted him to be sliding his hand down your thigh and bite your shoulder. You hated that woman for being all over him, kissing and touching him, but you didn’t want to show him that you envied her. Instead, you turned around, swinging your hips around as you got down with the rhythm, your hands moving all over his body until your face was facing Eren’s crotch, and stood back up, your dress rising at a dangerous level.

Eren’s hands went down to squeeze your plump flesh, only to be pushed away by a tall figure.

Jean.

“Yo dude, that wasn’t cool.” Eren snickered but nevertheless left, not wanting to cause any trouble at Connie’s party.

You coked an eyebrow, crossing your arms against your chest, pushing your breasts up. “Not cool dude.” You went to turn around but he grabbed your arm and pushed you to him, your back colliding with his chest.

You heard him chuckled in your ear, his hand sitting on your lower stomach as the other toyed with your dress strap. “That was quite the show you put out there.” He gripped your hip and pushed you further back, your ass pressed on his bulge.

He made you feel aroused like no other, and all you wanted to do was to ride him until you come undone around his cock.

“Listen to me y/n” he paused, moving his lips next to your ear. “You belong to me, my property,” he whispered kissing your earlobe.

You turned around and gave raised a cocky eyebrow at him. “I don’t belong to you. And I am not your property.” You sassed, then proceeded. “But you are.” You purred in a sultry tone as you snaked your arm around his neck, your hand going down to squeeze his growing erection, a soft groan leaving his brown lips.

“Playing tough now huh?” he smirked.

“I don’t like the way she was touching you. Only I want to make you feel like this. You hear me?” you grabbed his jaw making him maintain eye contact with you.

The tension was indescribable. Your nipples were hard just from it, aroused to know what will happen next.

“If I see him touching you like that ever again, I’ll kill him doll,” he removed his face from your grasp and gripped your throat, “understood?”

Although you didn’t want to show it, he turned you on.

Alcohol mixed with energy drinks always made you horny. You felt powerful and wanted to top him. What you didn’t know is that he wanted to do the same thing as well.

Two tops can’t make a bottom. However, you had a theory in mind that you wanted to test out.

You nodded your head and grabbed his arm, dragging him with you to the guest bedroom.

You carefully locked the door behind you and turned around crashing your lips on his. His hands found their way to your cheeks before sliding down to grab your straps, carefully yanking them off your shoulders.

Your kiss was urgent, you wanted to take off all his clothes and run your hand all over his body. He was your possession and you wanted to leave your marks all over him.

You weren’t sure if that feeling of possessiveness came from jealousy or simply because you wanted to hump him, but it didn’t matter because by the time you tried to analyze what you were feeling, you both have already undressed each other, staring ravenously at your bodies.

“Touch me,” he commanded, guiding your hand over his toned chest to the partition of his abs. He flinched at your touch, a tint of pink appearing on his cheeks. You smirked as you moved your hand lower, but he was quick to stop you and walk you to the bed, gently pushing you on it.

Your back hit the mattress, your legs spread wide open to him. He stared at your cunt and smirked, sending a harsh slap to it. You yelped, quick to close your legs together.

“Ah, ah.” he taunted, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart, his long fingers drawing patterns next to your folds.

“Jean,” you squirmed, wanting to feel his fingers pump inside you. You felt soft and fragile, a feeling you weren’t quite used to having. But then you remembered that it was him, and his much bigger frame impacted you like no other.

“You’ve been acting so naughty.” he chuckled as he sent another smack to your pussy, this time holding your leg so it was impossible for you to hide your aching heat. “I’m going to fix this real quick.” he licked his middle and ring finger before pushing them in, his body leaning forward as his lips attached to one of your nipples, his other hand massaging your breast.

His fingers dug deeper, curling inside you, gently going over that spongy spot making you call out his name, your hands gripping onto his broad shoulders.

His palm brushed against your clit adding to the friction, the pleasures he was making you feel becoming overwhelming. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as you arched your back, your nails digging in his back. “Gonna come, shit, Jean.”

You whimpered as you released yourself around his fingers, your thighs shaking together.

He pulled himself up, licking your arousal off his fingers. He sat on his heels, approaching his tip to your entrance.

Before he could push himself in, you sat up and switched your positions so you could be on top of him. He gave you a questioning expression when you reached over to the floor to grab his belt and waved it in front of him.

You seized his wrists in your hand, wrapping the leather belt around them before tying it to the metallic headboard. “What are you even doing- oh fuck.” he whimpered as you rubbed his tip with your thumb, gently moving it over his slit.

“Be a good boy for me and stay still now hm?” you smirked sitting on your knees and bending over, your ass up and face close to his cock. You gave him a slow stroke, watching his mouth fall open.

You licked his tip teasingly, your hand still pumping his fat dick, loving how submissive he looked. You swirled your tongue around his pink tip then moved your head down, taking him down your throat.

“Shit,” he moaned throwing his head back, pulling at the restraint. You squeezed his balls, his whimpers getting louder. “Stop moving, or else I won’t let you come, understand?” He nodded rapidly, biting down on his lip.

Who would have thought that you would be ordering Jean motherfucking Kirschtein in bed? And holy fuck it felt mind-blowing.

You went back to sucking him, the sounds of your slurping and gagging combined. You felt him twitch in your mouth, his moans growing louder. You took it as a sign to pull away, an instant whine leaving his lips.

“No, no no please y/n, please, oh shit,” he hissed as you lowered yourself on him, coating his cock with your wetness. You felt him stretch your walls, his length burying itself deep in you.

You rested your hands on his legs as you bounced yourself, your previous orgasm and Jean’s twisted state making you dizzy all over again. He stared as your breasts moved every time you came in contact with his hips, his face reddening as if he realized the situation you put him into.

“Fuck you’re going to milk me so good. Gonna come so hard,” he grunted throwing back his head, locks of his brown hair stuck on his forehead from the sweat.

You were thankful that the music was loud enough to hide your moans and groans as you both got closer to your climax.

You ground yourself on him, your second orgasm ripping through your body, making you rest your hands on his chest for support. His mouth hung open as you tightened around him, clearly close to coming as well.

You pulled yourself up and bent down again to take him in your mouth. He bucked his hips up, his hands pulling against the belt once more, which was sure to leave bruises later on.

You felt him come in your mouth, ropes of cum going down your throat as you swallowed him. You pushed the excess that was on the corner of your lips in your mouth before you reached forward to untie his hands.

“Fucking hell where did that come from?” he panted, rubbing his wrists to soothe the burning sensation caused by the leather. You giggled and shrugged, grabbing some tissues to clean yourself.

“Guess we’re not as dominant as we thought we would be.”

#jean kirschtein fanfiction #jean x reader smut #jean x you #jean kirschtein imagine #requests #request #aot fandom #aot requests #snk smut #jean kirschtien #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader

[championofsanghelios]

Watch Dogs Legion - "M"

This was written by me, remember. So expect the usual errors, typos and word bugs (bzz.) --- [11.11.2029] [THE EARLS FORTUNE] [2044 HOURS] --- "...that's not my point!" Jackson says as he pushes the door open, his waterproof dripping wet from the rain that was lashing down outside. "You need to stop being so reckless, and actually consider the risks to yourself...as well as others."

"There's no fun in being careful!" Wrench replies, following him in. He was absolutely soaked through, but didn't seem to care. "It takes away the unpredictability...which is what I love about those Ops. Just showing up with my Lady Smash and some home made explosives...it's great!"

"That's another thing I need to talk to you about." Jackson pulls off his waterproof, draping it over one of the radiators near the wall. "There's breaking things, then there's vaporizing them..."

Connie comes out of the back room, letting out a laugh when she sees them both. "Well Well, you two took your time getting back."

"Only because this one here decided an Albion Comms Tower needed to be demolished." Jackson says, moving past her into the backroom where he locates a towel to dry his hair. "I'm yet to figure out how he wasn't caught or killed."

"You're making a name for yourself, Reggie." Connie says, moving around to the other side of the bar. "Not entirely sure if it's a good one, but...a name nonetheless."

"Yeah well, I'm just prepared to do whatever is necessary to take this city back." Wrench shrugs, gladly accepting the beer she places on the bar for him. "If that involves blowing up Albion property or smashing up Blume server stacks with my hammer, so fucking be it."

"It's dangerous." Jackson appears from the backroom, tossing the towel at him. "You better change that sweater by the way. You'll catch a chill."

"What are you my mother!?" Wrench let's out a modulated grunt, pulling up his mask slightly and downing about half of the beer he'd been handed. "Give me a break, we made it back okay!"

"And what happens if you end up getting arrested, or seriously wounded?" Jackson asks, opting for a bottle of water instead of anything alcoholic.

"Oh no." Wrench shakes his head placing his bottle down on the bars surface, his exposed mouth smirking. "There's no injuries with me. Either I get the job done, or die trying."

"You genuinely don't care if you live or die?" Jackson asks, giving him a look. "Seriously?"

"I don't have this for nothing." Wrench points at the anarchy symbol on his neck. "I don't live by rules, that includes the ones to do with life and death."

Jackson is about to say something when the door pushes open and Aiden comes in, feeling about as miserable as he looked. He was wet, but not in the same way the two of them were, something else had happened to him. "Wow! What happened to you!"

"I fell in the Thames." Aiden grumbles, shaking the water from the sleeves of his overcoat. "...actually I dove in there after some thugs caught me stalking them."

"Oh that reminds me!" Connie suddenly pipes up, her hand tapping Wrench's right forearm. "There was a bloke in here earlier on. He was asking for you."

"A bloke?" Wrench replies, questions marks lighting up his askew mask. He downs more of his beer. "Who was it?"

"No idea." Connie shakes her head, smiling. She reaches under the bar, taking out a small piece of white card paper. "But he was lovely, all charms...asked me to pass this onto you."

Wrench eyes the card for a second, opting to pull off his mask entirely. He takes a hold of it, turning it around. Someone had written a note in red-ink.

YOU NEED TO ANSWER YOUR PHONE, MAN ALSO THE WEATHER HERE IS NUTS!!! SEND ME A MESSAGE WHEN YOU GET THIS oh...and thank Connie for the free cookies. - M

He suddenly let's out a cough as he chokes on the beer he's drinking. Lifting the card up. "...motherfucker!"

"What?" Jackson stops trying to wrestle his Uncle out of his coat. "What is it?"

"I'll be right back." Wrench says, leaving his beer and his mask at the bar. He heads out into the rain, ignorant to the fact that it was making him wetter than he already was.

Taking his out his phone, he swipes up the contacts tab, scrolling down until he finds the right number. He thumbs it, his Optik lighting up and dialling.

After a tone or two, he hears a click.

"You took your time." Marcus' voice was something that he would never ever tire of hearing, especially now, especially after all of the shit he'd been through the last year or two. "I was wondering if Connie would get that to you."

"You're here." is all Wrench can say, unsure of what he should do now. Part of him wanted to jump for joy, another wanted to cry. "...you're actually here. In London."

"Yeah, I guess I couldn't just sit there in SF and let you have all the fun." Marcus chuckles. "...that little job we did together a few months back reminded me of how much I enjoyed having you around."

"Where are you right now?" Wrench asks, reaching up this face, rubbing at it. "Are you nearby?"

"Why?" Marcus asks, a smile evident in his voice. "You that desperate to see me?"

"Yes." Wrench admits it there and then. In truth there hadn't been anything he wanted to do more than see him again. "...It was the same for me. I didn't realise how much fun I used to have with you until you found me through, Jordi."

He moves over to one of the benches, sitting down on it. All around him, London was going about it's business, people were walking past, umbrellas in hand, hoods covering their heads. Looking out across Parliament Green, he sighs.

"I hear you've been having some fun outwith our little shared Op." Marcus says. "Something about killing Nigel Cass?"

"He had it coming." Wrench snorts bitterly, shaking his head. "Fuckin' maniac thought he could subvert justice and launch a coup...which reminds me, I've got to introduce you to the Dick."

"The Dick?" he hears the Hipster's confusion. "Who's that? Dusan's cousin?"

"Might as well be." the Anarchist nods, smiling to himself. "His name is Richard Malik...and he's a massive prick...but he's been useful to us."

"Wait...is that the same Richard Malik who was appointed Director of SIRS, only to be exposed literally 2 days later?" Marcus asks.

"That's the one." Wrench nods, sitting forwards. Staring at the concrete between his shoes. "I should send you the vids from when Bagley used his own FILAMENT against him."

"FILAMENT?"

"...what were his exact words?" Wrench's eyes narrow. "It's like...Nudle, but with instant access to all information about every person in the UK...basically George Orwell's wet dream."

The laugh that Marcus let's out is cathartic, such a delightfully bright noise, and one he could never get enough of. One he hoped he would hear more of soon.

It's short lived though, as a whole load of other feelings come to the surface in the pause that follows. He deflates a little. "I've missed having you around, M."

"I know." Marcus replies.

"So where are you?" Wrench asks. "Are you coming back this way? Or am I going to have to find you?"

He gets no response to those questions. His eyes narrow slightly. "M?"

Suddenly there's a movement in his peripherals, at which point a hand appears, holding his mask. He looks at it for a second, almost stunned.

"You're making a habit of leaving that thing lying around..." Marcus says, having just sat down next to him. "...am I gonna have to retrieve it for you every time you misplace it?"

Wrench doesn't move, he just sits there, frozen in place. Marcus had aged, much like himself, but not in the way he was expecting. He still looked pretty much the same as he always had, spare the scruff around his face and neck, which had turned into a full beard...and a little tinge of silver hair on his fringe.

Something shifts inside him at that moment, a tightness in his core that he wasn't even aware of unravels. A laughs bubbles out of him, one that turns to a sob half-way, and without so much as a word he puts an arm around him and pulls him into a hug, hiding his face in his shoulder.

"Huh." Marcus says, placing the mask onto his lap and closing the hug. "Of all the reactions I was ready for...this wasn't one of them."

"Shut up." Wrench says, his voice muffled by his shoulder. "Just-...Just shut up."

Marcus laughs out loud again.

. . .

#watch dogs legion #wrench #marcus holloway #wrencus #jackson pearce #aiden pearce #connie robinson #i wrote this instead of sleeping #good night zzzz

[and-stir-the-stars]

Castiel bought the continental at one of those sleazy no credit check places and it wasn't actually stolen just repossessed because he couldn't keep up with the payments. Metatron turned it in and got a $200 reward. It still had the suitcase with all of Cas's human clothes and sleeping bag in the trunk.

Participation grade: 11/10! This reads like you put in actual effort to make a mean dig at Connie, and I simultaneously appreciate and loathe that. Good job!

Emotional reaction grade: Ow. You filled me with horror, sadness, and pain. Not only were you mean to Connie, you were mean to Cas too! Forcing me to remember how badly Cas had it when he was human, how little money he had, and having Cas lose everything he worked hard to earn when he was at the lowest point in his life? How dare. I definitely paced around my room sadly and angrily. Sangrily? In any case, you'll get a prize below*. I'll give you a solid 8/10.

Grammar grade: You do have a run-on sentence in there, but it's still legible and there's nothing else that jumps out at me. Except that you didn't capitalize Continental, but I'm not sure that's a grammar thing as much as it's an "I want you to show Connie the utmost respect" thing, so I'll overlook that. 8/10.

Accuracy grade: Honestly,, almost everything you said checks out. Cas didn’t have a credit card or a lot of money, so he probably couldn’t get Connie form a very reliable source. He probably had to, like, steal her from someone or buy her directly from a person instead of a company, or use a “sleazy no credit check place.” Which is very sexy of Cas to have done and gives Connie even more character, does it not? And Cas losing the car bc he couldn’t keep making payments on her,, ouch. But he gets the car back after Metatron steals her, according to Connie’s wiki page. Maybe Cas could do something to get her back after she gets repossessed (*snickers because. puns.*), but I’m not sure what. 7/10.

*For your prize, you get: a random quote that I have written down on a sticky note on my bedroom wall!

“Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I know-- there’s a grave somewhere for me. The world may... take everything from me-- loved ones, property, everything-- but it can’t take that.”    - Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn

#thanks so much for the ask <3 #twas so fun to react to <3 #castiel's continental #i'd tell you god's name if you asked #i have one more of these to answer #haven't looked at it yet bc i want to draw out the connie hate as much as i can :) #but seriously thanks to all you lovely people who sent me connie hate

[babybottlepop96]

Jorogumo Chapter 2

Warnings: none that I can think of

The drive to the “murder” sight was short, only about another twenty minutes from the motel the group stayed at. You just listened here and there to the conversations around you while taking in your morning caffeinated drink. Jean and Connie were talking about some new video game they were playing called Nioh? Nile? Lego? You weren’t really paying attention, video games were a forgein concept to you. Levi was yelling at Hange because she put her dirty chucks onto his dashboard, Armin and Eren were discussing something about cheeseburgers? Ymir and Krista were cuddling and talking about whatever they were going to do when they got back home and Mikasa was sitting across from you, talking about something that, you once again, weren’t paying attention to. 

Levi waking you up at seven in the morning was somewhat of a struggle. You really should be used to it by now from how many times you and your friends convinced him to take time off work to drive you halfway across the country, but you could never really get used to waking up that damn early.

“Levi! I’m hungry!” Connie whined, scrunching his face up as if he was dying from hunger pains.

“I told you to eat the free breakfast the motel offered before we left.” Levi spoke, his voice sounding bored and irritated at the same time. 

“But they didn’t have waffles!” Connie continued to whine, plopping himself down on one of the bunks.

“Quit your complaining and eat this.” Ymir said while tossing him a protein bar. “Next time, listen to what the old man tells you to do. I don’t have the patience to sit here and listen to you bitch about fucking waffles.” This caused the entire group to laugh, even Levi chuckled a bit, though he tried covering it up with a cough. 

“Oh! Look! Were here! Levi pull over there! We can set up in that clearing!” Hange spoke excitedly, pointing her finger to the open spot where the truck from ten years ago was found.

“Fucking finally! That was one of the longest road trips ever!” You sighed out, to which Jean put his arm around your shoulder.

“Come on sis! Let's go take a quick look before Captain Levi decides to make us sanitize the dirt before he sets up the chairs.” He whispered into your which caused you to giggle.

“Yeah, let's go before we have to bleach the air.” You and Jean walked towards the wooded area, two small crosses stood in the dirt, Emilee and Jason’s names each written on one. “It's sweet.” You spoke after a moment, a soft breeze flowing through your hair.

“What is?” Jean asked, looking at you quizzically. “The fact that people died and vanished here?”

“No you ass butt.” You lightly pushed him.

“Don’t you dare go quoting Supernatural to me! Especially with how Cas-”

“No! Shut up! Don’t spoil it! I haven't finished it yet!” You covered your ears and you let out a laugh. “No, it’s sweet that even though no one knows what happened to Jason, that they still decided to memorialize him with the girl he loved.” You smiled gently, still looking at the small wooden crosses, small purple and orange wildflowers scattered amongst them.

“Yeah, I wish to find love like that one day.” He grinned.

“Stop being a fuck boy and maybe you will.” You shoved him as you finally entered the wooded area. 

“Over there.” Jean spoke, pointing to a specific patch of land.

“How do you know that's the spot?” You questioned, crossing your sweater clad arms across your chest.

“Did you even look at the crime scene photos I printed out?” He asked in disbelief. 

“Yes! Of course I did!” You huffed and looked away. “But just tell me anyway.” Jean groaned at your ability to not do anything for yourself at times.

“The bushes and the trees to it, it's the exact same as this photo.” He pulled out a folded up piece of printer paper that showed a photo of the crime scene after the body had been removed. 

“Oh, I see it now.” You walked up to the spot on the ground and touched the soft, dried soil there. “And she was just… drained of her blood? It is almost like a vampire. Did you get any toxicology reports? Could you find any? Maybe there was something else that could’ve caused that?” You asked, looking at your brother.

“Armin got that covered, you know, computer nerd and all.” He shrugged.

“Stop calling him a nerd!” You smacked his arm, causing him to laugh.

“What? Someone got a crush on blonde haired, blue eyed, computer wiz?” He teased, causing a small blush to tint your cheeks. 

“No!” You defended but Jean saw right through you.

“You do!” He wheezed, “Oh my Walls! You have a crush on computer boy!”

“Stop! I do not! And don’t quote anime to me you weeb!”

“A proud weeb, thank you very much.” He smirked while you huffed and willed the growing blush on your face to go away.

“Hey! Brats! Get over here and help set up this shit!” You two heard Levi shout from the edge of the woods. 

“Come on, let's go before Levi has an aneurysm.” You groaned, the two of you leaving the crime scene behind for now.

~~~

“Come on Sasha! Share some of those candies you got! I’m still hungry!” Connie whined, he was on his hands and knees practically begging his girlfriend to share her candy. 

“No! You should’ve gotten your own!” She smiled smugly and continued to munch on her snack.

“Connie! You're getting your pants dirty! You’re not getting into my RV with dirty ass clothes.” Levi scolded as Connie quickly got up and brushed his jeans off. “Here, use this.” Levi tossed him a small travel sized bottle of hand sanitizer.

“Damn, you really are a germaphobe aren’t ya, Levi?” Connie jokes, but all he received was a glare in return. 

Set up went smoothly, or as smoothly as it can when half the guys were goofing off and the girls were getting pissed off by the lack of help. Levi was about to commit another murder in the same spot that happened ten years ago.

“Okay, now that we have everything set up,” Armin spoke from his spot at the bench underneath the awning, laptop and other equipment set up around him. “Do we want to check out the crime scene?”

“Actually, I think (y/n) and you should stay here and look over the toxicology reports you found. (Y/n) was asking about them when we first got here. Isn’t that right, Sis?” Jean smirked as you slapped him subtly, he snickered. “The rest of us will go to the two sights, the one were Emilee died and the spot where Jason vanished.”

“I’ll stay and get lunch started.” Levi stated, he was NOT going into the woods.

“Oh, sounds good!” Armin smiled and moved over for you to take a seat next to him. As you sat down next to Armin, Jean sent you a subtle wink, which you replied with a not so subtle middle finger. Jean laughed as he and the others walked to the woods or to the spot where the truck was found.

“Okay, so what did the toxicology reports say?” You asked Armin as you scooted closer, shoulders just slightly touching each other’s, eyeing the laptop. Armin let out a small cough, cheeks tinting a light pink as he brought up the report.

“Well, obviously, the strangest part was the vampire or spider-like bite on Emilee’s arm and the fact that her blood was drained. Completely dried up, not even a speck of blood was found on the ground.” You nodded as Armin spoke, listening intently. “Now, something else I found was never disclosed to the public, was the fact that there were traces of an unknown poison or venom of sorts found in her organs.”

“Like a spider or a snake bite?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concentration. 

“Yes, exactly! But the spaces between the bite wounds are too far spaced out to be a normal spider or snake. It’s about the width between a human’s canine teeth.” Armin further explained. “And the venom or poison or whatever was found at the bite mark, meaning that that is where the poison was given.”

“Couldn’t the ‘bite’ wounds just be from a needle? Because it would be impossible for a human to have something like that in their teeth.” You suggested.

“Already thought of that, there are no known needles to have that big of a width, the bite was from a human. But no one in the area or any one anywhere has natural or unnatural teeth like that.” He spoke, closing the laptop. “Oh, I should also mention that the venom they were able to get from the entry wound was found to be similar, not exactly, but similar to the properties of the venom from a Joro Spider. But they are normally found in places like Japan, China, Korea and even in Georgia here in the United States.”

“But none have been found here?” You asked, taking in all the information Armin just dumped on you.

“No, not around here. So that’s another mystery, if it was a murder, then how the hell did he even comit the murder since there no logical answer, and where the hell did he go? We live in a time where it’s almost impossible to be like the Zodiac or Jack the Ripper. Another question is what form of toxin was put into her body? We know it's similar to the Joro spider, but it has too many different differences to be from that spider or any known spider itself.” Armin sighed as he leaned back in his seat. 

“Maybe we are dealing with the supernatural.” You teased the blue eyed genius, he laughed at your silly notion.

“Fortunately, there are no such things as the supernatural. Everything can be explained through logic and facts.”

~~~

“So, Armin and (y/n), huh?” Eren asked Jean as Hange looked over the spot where Emilee was found. 

“They totally like each other. It's so obvious!” Jean smiled as he tried to peep at the two through the threes, which was practically impossible. 

“I think they would make a cute couple.” Hange spoke as they moved some dirt and foliage around and Sasha looked up into the trees as she snacked on some chips.. “They would be like, the nerd and the adventurer. The nerd makes sure his girl is well knowledgeable in anything she decides to do before doing it. Protective. Like a knight in shining armor, except his armor is his laptop and big brain.”

“She would be good for Armin. He has had a lot of trouble with girls, but (y/n) is nothing like the bimbos Armin usually goes for.” Eren confessed, crossing his arms as he looked around. “What exactly are we looking for, Hange?” 

“Anything that shouldn’t be here. I know the police and the forensics team already did a thorough sweep through the area, but that still doesn’t mean they didn’t miss something small.” She got practically nose deep into the dirt, eyeballing each individual grain, surely Levi will be pissed to see her face covered in woods. 

“Something like this?” Sasha came back to the others holding something shiny in her hand.

“What is that?” Jean asked as Sasha shrugged and handed the object to Hange.

“It's… It's a locket!” She exclaimed, opening the dirty piece of silver. “It's Emilee and Jason. Where did you find this!?” Sasha pointed to the nearby tree.

“It was in a hole at the base of the tree trunk over there.” Hange ran past them and began her search around the area Sasha pointed out.

“Nice work Detective.” Jean joked and Sasha smiled proudly.

“All in a day's work!”

~~~

Later that evening, everyone sat around the campfire, roasting hotdogs and making smores. They all discussed what they found, Connie, Ymir and Krista found nothing around the spot where the truck was left, Levi obviously didn’t do any searching so he was just listening to everything else, Armin and yourself explained what you discussed about the toxicology reports and your questions and conclusions, and Hange rambled on about the locket Sasha found. “Okay, Brats. Let's get this shit cleaned up so we can go to bed.” Levi spoke and everyone did their part of the cleaning.

“Hey, Connie.” Sasha whispered, getting in close to Connie’s ear. 

“Yeah, babe?” He turned to look at her, smiling bright as always when he looked at her.

“Want to see the spot where I found that locket?” She asked, obviously she was excited she was the one who found an important piece of evidence missed in the initial search.

“Yes!” The two snuck off towards the woods while the others piled into their respective beds and couches.

“No fucking in my RV! I’ll cut your asses off and put them above my fireplace!” Levi shouted from his place in the front seat. 

“Levi, you’re no fun.” Hange teased from the bunk behind his seat.

“Shut it, four eyes.” Hange giggled at the stupid insult Levi gave her back in their college days.

“Where’s Connie and Sasha?” Krista asked as she slipped into Ymir’s warm embrace on the pull over couch.

“I saw them sneaking off towards the woods.” Jean said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“As long as they aren’t fucking my RV, I don’t care.” Levi grumbled, closing his eyes letting his eyes rest. Suddenly, the RV door swung open and slammed against the counter behind it. The group looked towards the door to see Sasha, wide eyed, panting and covered in something red.

“Holt shit! Sasha!” You jumped up from your designated bunk and ran to your friend. What happened?!” Sasha stayed silent.

“Wait, Sasha?” Sasha turned her head towards Jean. “Where’s Connie?” Everyone looked at the brunette girl, eyes wide and ears listening. 

“Gone.”

#eren aot #armin #reader instert #sasha aot #levi ackerman #attack on titan #connie attack on titan #ymir aot #krista aot #hange zoë #myths #legends #murder #fluff #jean aot

[honestlyhufflepuff]

Nesting and Resting

Jam Week Day 5: Home. Summary: Steven gets a little too into decorating Connie’s dorm. Word Count: 2203

Steven surveyed the dorm room, trying to figure out what it was missing. He was sitting on Connie’s loft bed, the highest vantage point of the space, trying to get a feel for the room’s flow. The first place his eyes were drawn to was the plush Papasan chair by the bay window- mostly because of who was in it. Connie lay curled up under a white faux fur throw, dust particles dancing around her in in the setting sun. The golden light illuminated the errant hairs of her thick ponytail to make a glowing crown. She looked like a small bird in a nest of wicker and cotton.

The chair took up far too much floor space in the modest room, but Steven insisted they could make it work by raising the bed to make room for her desk underneath it. He said he just wanted to be sure she felt comfortable.

Connie kicked out her legs, dangling them over the edge of the giant chair’s cushion, and looked up at Steven.

“It looks great,” she said with a tired smile, “We’ve done enough decorating for today. I don’t think it could feel any more like home.”

He sighed, tearing his gaze away from her to scan the room once more “I know, there’s just something I’m forgetting.”

She groaned and threw the blanket off her.

“I know you’re tired,” he cooed from his perch on her bed, “Take a nap. I’ll be quiet.”

“No, I’m hungry,” she popped out of the chair, “Let’s go check out the restaurants near campus! I saw a really good looking boba tea place on our way in.”

“I’m really not hungry yet, and I want to finish some stuff in here. Why don’t you grab some stuff from the kitchen, and we can go out to Boba afterwards?”

She sighed, looking like she wanted to say something about his decorating obsession, but thought better of bringing it up when she was getting hangry.

“Fine,” she said, “but we are getting boba afterwards. Promise?”

He nodded and reached out to squeeze her hand, “Promise.”

He sat still as she left, and he could hear the indistinct chatter she was having with one of her new suite mates.

The room was lush and bursting with stimuli that elicited comfort. Connie had kindly endured months of dorm inspo videos on TubeTube as Steven picked her brain for what she would like the most. A Pothos Ivy and a succulent of green pearls were cradled in macramé that hung from the ceiling by the window. The new plants looked so small and fragile in the pots at the nursery, but one kiss each from Steven sent streams of emerald growth almost down to the floor. He wished growth in humans was as easy as that.

The bay window was easily the best feature of the room and looked out on a courtyard filled with crisp fall leaves and bustling new freshman.  The sunlight filtering into the room was softened by gauzy white curtains, that faintly glowed with twinkle lights. Not many dorms were lucky to have so much natural light, but Gale was an old, uppity university with a certain standard of living expected by the students. Even with Connie’s mom being a doctor, they could not have afforded it easily had Connie not gotten a full ride scholarship. She was the Valedictorian of her high school, an ethnic minority, a classically trained violinist, and a woman going into STEM. Apparently, all those things meant she practically had colleges fighting over her, and she was a shrewd bargainer. Gale was her dream school, but she acted aloof until they offered her a single unit dorm, a bunch of sweet collegiate merch, and meal vouchers to try nearly every restaurant around campus at least twice.

No colleges were fighting over Steven. He sat on top of a blue and white striped comforter with the college’s regal crest emblazoned on it. Connie’s drawers and wardrobe were filled with blue, a way for Gale to mark her as theirs. Even Steven wore a blue hoodie from her with the school’s name stamped to his chest, but he was not theirs. He was hers. All this blue crowding him was from a new phase of her life, one that involved him being two states away.

Throughout the room, the blue warred with the pink- with remnants from the past. On top of the Gale comforter was a throw pillow made from one of Steven’s old pink t-shirts. The gold star in the middle was more faded than he remembered when contrasted next to all the vibrant, new, blue items around it, including the stuffed poodle that rested on top of it.

Steven thought a poodle was a stupid mascot, and carefully rearranged the pillows on the bed so that the star was more prominent.

He looked for other pink things in the room. Connie’s sword was mounted above her bed, ready to grab at a moment’s notice, although she would probably never need to. He ran his hand along the artfully crafted hilt, a surge of confusing nostalgia settling in his chest, and felt pained when his fingers came away with dust on them. Was it normal to miss a time of war when people were constantly trying to abduct or kill you?

A massive pink shag rug covered most of the hard wood floor. Connie loved it the moment she saw it in the store because it reminded her of Lion’s mane.

Steven climbed down the ladder at the foot of the bed and wiggled his toes in the rug’s fibers. He wandered around, brushing the tops of the items that composed Connie’s small, new home with his fingertips. There was the noisemaker he got her for when the old pipes and creaky floors in the colonial dorm building were too creepy at night. He turned it on and found the sound of the ocean, hoping that one was her favorite.

There was the bar cart in the corner stashed with tea, mugs, and snacks. There were the tiny potted succulents and air plants in corners where more energy flow was needed. There was a hanging stack of organization cubes filled with linens, cleaning supplies, and toiletries. Then there was her desk, under the bed. That was the part of the room she wouldn’t let Steven touch, as she was more particular about her study area than anywhere else. The entire upper half of the wall under the bed was covered in cork board, which was scattered with pictures from their childhood pressed in by little star thumb-tacs, and interspersed by Connie’s fanart drawings, photos with her family, and with friends from school. Next to the picture board was a dry erase calendar, blank and crisp before being filled with responsibilities. By her desk there was a short bookshelf filled with all the fantasy novels she gushed over with him as a child, as well as new titles that were too technical for him to understand.

He was looking at some old, silly pictures of them when his eyes were drawn to the desk. Amongst the lamp, the laptop, and the new textbooks already tabbed and highlighted before the semester started, there was a mug of writing utensils with a familiar bracelet looped around a portion of them.

He lifted the small loop of pink plastic, held it under the lamp, and cupped it to his face, shielding out the light to try and make it glow once again. He knew the glowing properties had left it long ago, but for some reason he felt compelled to try, just as Connie had felt compelled to keep it even when its designed purpose was over with.

Steven had been doing a lot of work on himself the past few years, trying to not constantly feel aimless or abandoned, but as tears began to well up in his eyes, he couldn’t help but think he was backsliding. It was normal, his therapist had said, to feel sad about his best friend leaving for college. Was crying over an old glow bracelet normal, though? Was it one step away from spiraling out of control again like what happened back when he would glow pink at the slightest exacerbation of his insecurities?

Just the thought of going back to that stage of his life sent a jolt of anxiety through him, and he clutched the bracelet to his chest as he plopped in Connie’s desk chair with his knees pulled up under his chin.

“Steven?” Connie stood in the doorway, two bowls of steaming ramen noodles in her hands and worry on her face.

He must have been quite a sight, he thought to himself, tearing up and huddled in the corner over an old glow bracelet with calming ocean noises playing.

“Hey, Connie!” He wiped his face quickly before he looked up at her, “You didn’t have to make me anything!”

“It’s the least I could do for you making my room look like it belongs on a Mumblr aesthetic blog or whatever.”

She placed the bowls on her bar cart and trailed her hand down Steven’s arm until she was grasping the hand that held the bracelet. He was sure she’d noticed the red and the wetness in his eyes, but she didn’t mention it.

“You said you wanted to finish stuff in here. What were you working on?”

“Nothing,” he sighed, “It’s perfect. I guess I was just looking for something wrong with it so I could have something to fix. Sorry- you know that’s a thing I do.”

“I know,” she said, and booped his nose, “but at least you’re aware you were doing it. Now eat your ramen.”

Steven obediently took his bowl and slurped up the warm, wavy noodles. “You sure you can feel like this place is home?”

“You mean a place away from you?”

He nodded.

“Well, I know the twin bed is a little small, but you could always sleep in the Papasan. Just live here and we won’t tell anyone.”

“What if your dorm police find out?”

“Again, Steven, they’re called Resident Assistants. And if they come by you could just shapeshift into a cute emotional support cat or something.”

“Nope!”

“What?”

“I don’t do cat shapeshifting. No way.”

Connie laughed and slurped up another noodle so fast it splashed broth in between her eyes. It was second nature for Steven to wipe it off with his thumb without either of them missing a beat in the conversation.

“Ok, so the place is a little cramped for you to live in my dorm, but you could always live here in Blue Haven. If you wanted to.”

“What? And just leave everything back in Beach City?”

“I understand if you don’t want to, but all the coolest things you’re doing in Beach City you could also do here.”

She hid her face in her bowl and came back up with her cheeks red as she looked at him again.

Steven did have a lot going for him, even if college might not be his thing. He had a successful vlogging TubeTube channel. It was an eclectic mix of space adventures with Lars, pranks with Amethyst, original music and covers from animes, reaction videos, cooking tutorials, and music tutorials. He had no idea how he got almost 9 million subscribers, but it was enough to support himself easily without his dad’s help.

He was giving music lessons, which was a rewarding way to help people.

He even made emergency calls to the hospital when Dr. Maheswaran needed a spit healing, but they’d found out the hard way he couldn’t overdo that, and it wasn’t exactly a board-approved practice.

He couldn’t think of any reason he couldn’t do those things in the same town as Connie. Being in such a culturally vibrant college town could be good for connecting with other content creators.

“Also,” piped up Connie again, “you’re a space prince with a magic Lion who could easily warp you back for a visit once a week- or more if you got the right treats for him.”

“That’s true,” Steven said, “Lion only shows up when he wants to, though.”

“Well, I guess if you really need to you can just take your car like the rest of us lowly humans.” She winked at him.

“Heh, yeah. So, do you want me to move here?”

“I want you-” she stood up with her empty bowl and bent down to kiss his forehead, “-to do what you want to do. We’ll make it work either way. I’m sure this place will feel like home after a while, when I make some friends and get to know the campus.”

“Maybe,” he smiled at the idea, and plopped the rest of his ramen into his mouth, savoring the salty flavor.

“There’s no time to decide now about moving now,” said Connie, “because there’s something more important we have to do.”

“Hmm?”

“Boba?” She raised one eyebrow at him.

“Boba,” he agreed.

They strode out of the dorm, leaving Connie’s sword, instead ready to take on the world armed with bubble tea.

#jamweek #connverse #i did way too much research on yale #just so i could make up a college named gale #steven universe fanfic

[smokeybrand]

Smokey brand Movie Reviews: The Devil is in the Details

I’ve been seeing a lot of chatter abut this Netflix movie, The Devil All the Time. It’s been getting mixed reviews but they skew mostly positive. What is really surprising is all of the buzz this thing has been getting. The word-of-mouth for this flick is mad profound. No less than six people that i know personally, have told me I'd love it. This thing was definitely on my list, Netflix has stepped their cinema game up considerably, but i have been distracted by other shows like The Boys, Raised By Wolves, and Ratched. The former two are weekly releases but i wanted to finish the latter completely before i took in any more new fare. Plus, Marebito is gnawing at me for a viewing. Still, i did finish Ratched and Marebito is an older title so i figure i might as check out this Netflix produced, Tom Holland vehicle for myself and see if the best Peter Parker can really step outside the MCU and impress, like his costar, Zendaya, does. Shout out to Zendaya on that Emmy win.

The Good

I love the direction of this film. It’s very controlled, very deliberate. This film started as a gook so there is already a story to be told, the trick is telling that story but in a way that not only represents the feel visually, but staying true to the tone of those pages. I’ve read this book years ago and never expected that it would get a film adaption but this one is pretty good at that. I credit this clearly to the deft touch of Antonia Gampos. He knows this story and he tells it well. Surprisingly, this is only his fifth directorial outing. Dude should be getting much more work after this though.

This is easily one of the most f*cked up stories ever captured on film. It feels like Silence of the Lambs in that sense but far more brutal and far less controlled. I remember the book being a great deal to finish, it’s just so goddamn cruel, and seeing that translated on film is just as brutal. I love it. I love when film challenges you like this one does. I love when there is real brutality displayed because humans can be brutal. I’m a card-carrying misanthrope so this narrative is par for the course for me.

This film is violently visceral. I mean there is gore galore but it’s never gratuitous. It’s almost always in service to the plot to prove how goddamn cruel the world within this narrative truly is. It can be shocking, it can be grotesque, it is definitely off-putting, but it’s never just for the sake of shock. I always respect when films show restraint with this kind of stuff. The gore is to accentuate not the other way around.

This cast is straight up lousy with talent. Jason Clarke, Sebastian Stan, Eliza Scanlen, Pokey LaFarge, Harry Meiling, and Haley Bennett, all turn in decent performances. It was dope seeing Mia Wasikowska in something new and Riley Keough can surprise when she has a role to chew on. They even incorporated the author of the original book, Donald Ray Pollock, as the narrator. I appreciate that nod.

Tom Holland didn’t disappoint. This dude is a real talent and seeing him in something completely different than the role that made him a star, Peter Parker, is f*cking jarring. It speaks to his range and a ridiculously bright future in this business ahead of him. His turn as Arvin Eugene Russell was staggeringly emotional. This performance, alone, should devastate any talk of type casting because kid can do it all. Seriously, there is level of barbaric malice that just infects the entirety of this the younger Russell’s life and Holland captures that underlying malice perfectly

Robert Pattinson keeps showing me why he’s one of the best in the business. The more he keeps turning in performances like Connie Nikas and Young, the more he distances himself from f*cking Edward. Reverend Preston Teagard is another one of those showings that proves Pattinson is a real actor and not some pretty face or, in the case of The Batman, a jaw for a cowl. It’s wild seeing BatPats as a fat-ass, sleazy ass, southern preacher with a disgustingly accurate drawl.

I would be remiss if i didn’t mention Bill Skarsgard as Willard Russell. Dude has been one of my favorite actors since his stint on Hemlock Grove, another Netflix property, and he’s been excellent in everything I've seen him since then. Mark in Assassination Nation, Pennywise in IT, Markel in Atomic Blonde; Dude was even part of the ill-fated X-Force in Deadpool, too, as Zeitgeist. Bill is riddled all over sh*t i enjoy and his take on the elder Russell is just another reason why.

The Bad

This thing kind of jumps all over the place with the narrative. You have to pay close attention because it does take place between two generations and several families. Everyone is interconnected, which lends itself to a novel but can be quite the burden to properly display on film. It can be a little much to keep up with everything but, if you can, if you take the time, it rewards you with an incredibly well constructed relationship tree.

It feels like a lot of this cast was wasted. There re so many great actors in this thing that only get a few minutes, a few scenes, to shine and it's a little bit of a waste. I'm not saying what they gave us wasn't excellent, i was just left wanting, just left longing for more. Seemed like a missed opportunity to me.

This thing is kind of a slog. It’s a little over two hours long and, while you watch it at your leisure, in your home, it’s still a rather large committed to demand from the common viewer, especially when there isn’t any real action to be had. I’m built for slow burn movies. I love atmosphere and purposeful film making like Alien, Blade Runner 2049, or The VVitch so this is right up my alley. Those films, however, are acquired tastes that not so many people in the general public have acquired.

As much as i can praise the overall narrative and how unapologetically adapted it’s been to film, this sh*t is not an easy watch. It is truly f*cked up and a real hard story to witness. While i, personally, believe the utter barbarism on display is riveting, I've sat through Irreversible and Raw a few times so my tolerance is pretty high to the horrid, i can see how people could be turned off by all of this f*cked up. This is a story of awful people caught in even worse circumstances. Every one who is even remotely decent, dies. There are no happy endings to be had here. This movie is an exercise in the worst of humanity so if you’re looking for a light-hearted romp to get your mind off the state of the world, this ain’t, bud.

The Verdict

I loved this film. It is an absolutely excellent picture from start to finish. The way it’s shot, the vision on hand, the adherence to the time period - all of it is masterfully guiding by the expert direction from Campos. Tom Holland turns in a brutally forceful performance that carries this film filled with one of the best casts I've seen in years. Seriously, this movie has an embarrassment of riches on hand and they use them to full effect, mostly. I enjoyed every second of this movie but i can honestly say, it ain’t for everyone. This is not a fun tale. This not a good time. This is one of those movies that leaves you disgusted with humanity and that might be way too much to ask of people, especially during this, the f*cking apocalypse in real life. If 2020 were a film, it would be The Devil All the Time. Sh*t’s that bleak and it asks a lot of your time to slum it in this sordid, bloodied, world. The performances and visuals are absolutely outstanding and the way the film has been crafted makes for great cinema but, f*ck, is it a monstrous watch. If you can stomach it, i give it the highest of recommendations but this thing can be excruciating to see.

[fletchlingfletcher]

LFRP- Miahtoux Daphenier & Corinne Fletcher

The Basics ––– –

Age: 29 || 23

Birthday:10th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon (10th August) || 3rd Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon (May 3rd)

Race: Wildwood Elezen || Midlander Hyur

Gender: Male || Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Married

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Short, styled raven-black hair worn with a long fringe over the right eye ||   Dark, straight, mousy brown hair falling just passed her shoulders. Short bangs side-swept to the right and a small braid pulled to the back of her head.

Eyes: Left- Stark Scarlet, Right- Crystal Blue ||   Bright, bold, and ever curious green

Height: ~6'8" || 5′3″

Build: Tall and thin, Miahtoux suffers from a severe eating eating disorder though there are some areas of his body that still appear “normal,” noticeably his arms and upper torso. ||  A soft pear shape- round and fuller hips with narrower shoulders. Not particularly well-toned

Distinguishing Marks: Single scar on his left cheek, A deep, imperial purple marking on his right cheek of the Sharlayan Archons ||  A faint scar cutting across the bridge of her nose

Common Accessories: A shard of crystal fashioned into an earring. A leather bracer containing 4 soul crystals (property of Sharlayan and purely for academic study of course), A silver necklace bearing the image of a dragon entwined with roses and thorns. And a small potion vial containing a liquid glowing like sunlight ||  A ribbon hanging from her right ear. More often than not a variety of pouches hung around a belt. And a crystalline, glowing blue rose in her hair.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Sharlayan Archon, Researching new type of magic, Agent of the Circle of Seeking, hunting and investigating occult disturbances. ||  Student, alchemist/potionmaker, aspiring mage, and junior/unofficial member of the Circle of Seeking

Hobbies: Reading, Research, Practicing and training in various types of magic, assisting in the rearing of young dragonlings ||  Music! Adventuring/travelling, botany, archery

Languages: Eorzean, True Dravanian (Vocal only, as a spoken although Miahtoux can comprehend the dragon tongue it is impossible for him to speak it with its telepathic counterpart) || Eorzean

Residence: A repaired and converted workshop located in the Dravanian Hinterlands || Corinne owns a small home in the Lavender Beds || Both have their own room in The Circle of Seeking's headquarters on Île Murée (An Island in the Archipelago surrounding Sharlayan) 

Birthplace: Ishgard, The Daphenier Undercroft || La Noscea, in her family home

Religion: The Twelve / None

Patron Deity: Rhalgr || Byregot

Fears: Open Water, Avalanches, Loss of Control (Of self and to others), Poison, The future ||  Tight and confined places, bugs, being alone

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: um...each other?

Children: None

Parents: Avenall Daphenier (deceased) , Catherine Daphenier (deceased) || Charles and Lucille Fletcher (alive)

Siblings: Juanaux Daphenier.... ||  6 older sisters (Charlotte, Caroline, Connie, Camilla, Chrissy, and Cameron)

Other Relatives: .... || None of note

Pets: None || An intermittent lesser panda named Podi. And while he may not technically be a pet, Corinne’s earned herself the affections and companionship of a young dragonling named Lips

Traits ––– -

* Miah’s answers BOLDED, Corinne’s answers ITALICIZED

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between /  Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

* Miah’s answers BOLDED, Corinne’s answers ITALICIZED

Smoking Habit: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess

Drugs: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess

Alcohol: Never / Sometimes / Frequently / To Excess

RP Hooks ––– –

Dragons, Dragons Everywhere: Miahtoux has a strong relationship with several dragons and Dravanian communities. While he has no ties to Hraesvelgr or Nidhogg he can claim familiarity with individual dragons from these broods. 

Allagan Exploration: Miahtoux has... an interest, in Allagan history, specifically with their research and capture of the Meracydian dragons. Anything even remotely related to this would get his attention. 

Oh, Oh, Oh, It’s Magic!: As an Archon (even if a new one) Miahtoux has substantial ability with magic, and a unique understanding of it- it’s why Corinne demanded he teach her magic to begin with. Anything related to magical anomalies or suspect powers would be something he could help with and both he and Corinne would be curious about.

Ishgardian Justice: On the wrong side of Ishgardian law for several reasons, if your character is Ishgardian law enforcement, or just Ishgardian in general, they may have heard of House Daphenier or at least seen a description on bounty boards for one ‘Miahtoux Daphenier’ - or any information regarding those harboring him (or stealing government documents for him)

Imperial...Complications: Due to Miahtoux's past, if your character served or is serving with The Empire, they may have heard his name... well not this name... but a name. 

Secrets in the Cloud Sea: Miahtoux is involved with something hidden deep in the uncharted spaces of the Sea of Clouds. If your character explores there, they could potentiall run into eachother. Or maybe they already have...

OOC Information  ––– –

I’ve put out looking for RP posts before for singular characters, but Miah and I were both looking to pull some other folks into our current plots and figured we should combine efforts! 

While Miah isn’t so active on tumblr, I am super easy to get a hold of here. You can find both of us in-game on Mateus Server/Crystal DC (me on Corinne Fletcher, Miah on, well...Miahtoux Daphenier). Discords are available upon request. 

I work weekdays and Miah’s schedule alternates. Weekends and weeknights tend to be the best for actual RP, but we are both available nearly any time to plot

@mooglemeet @ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #crystal rp #ffxiv crystal #mateus rp #do people do joint lfrp's? #who knows #but give us rps!! #we want you! #we want friends! #well corinne wants friends

[the-record-newspaper]

The killing of Rhonda Hinson Part 49

James "Flash" Pruett and his wife Rhonda, as they embark upon a trail conducting them to the petroglyphs discovered near their home at Pahvant Butte in Fillmore, Utah.  It was snapped in July, 2015 by Ruth Riddle Jones.  

 An Encomium

 By LARRY J. GRIFFIN

Special Investigative Reporter

For The Record

 Editor’s note: This is the continuation of a series on the Dec. 23, 1981, unsolved murder of Rhonda Hinson.

 To James “Flash” Pruett—a foremost champion of the law of his generation…whom I shall ever regard as one of the best and wisest men whom I have ever known.—Adapted from, “The Final Problem,” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

 As a tear trickled down his cheek, Detective James “Flash” Pruett silently slipped away into perpetuity on Saturday, March 14, 2020.  The time was 7:15 p.m.  

His wife, Rhonda, was by his side, as she has been over the last heart-rending months, weeks, and final days of her husband’s life struggle.  “I know he heard us,” Rhonda Pruett averred during conversation with this writer.  “He had been out of it the entire time. So yes, I talked to him and gave him jobs to do when he left….”

Ironically, the 69-year-old lawman died on the birthday of the Pruetts’ beloved dog, Paiute, that they lost just weeks ago.  “He died on her 14th birthday, Pi day,” Rhonda informed friends on her personal Facebook page.  

The former detective will be missed by a plethora of appreciative admirers for the impeccable, incomparable investigative work that he did relative to the Rhonda Hinson murder case—the proof of which can be found on the Remembering Rhonda Hinson Facebook page.  As of press time, over 9,400 friends and followers of the page have read the post announcing his demise, with over a hundred respondents offering their commiserations to Flash’s family and friends. And condolences continue to come.

Jill Turner-Mull—Rhonda Hinson’s best friend and lifelong activist for obtaining resolution for the 38-year-old murder case—was one of them. “This saddens me deeply but I do find comfort in knowing heaven gained an angel.  Big hugs and prayers sent to Rhonda and the family.”

Connie Barnes—Rhonda Hinson’s friend and indefatigable advocate for justice for the slain 19-year-old—agrees with Jill, “Heaven gained an angel for sure.”  Then she adds, “Thinking of his family and praying for their comfort in the days to follow.  You are our hero, Flash…your dedication to Rhonda’s case was the best.”

Mark Perrou—a friend of the Hinson family and activist for justice—directly addresses the detective who worked diligently to solve Rhonda’s case: “Thanks, Flash for being a loyal servant to the community.  Godspeed, Sir.”

Janis Mullis—a Hinson family friend and outspoken advocate for the resolving of Rhonda’s case—offers, “Many, many prayers for his family and much appreciation for his hard work that will live on!”

 Others write descriptively of Mr. Pruett’s professional prowess:

“--Absolutely the very best, trustworthy awesome intelligent detective I have ever known and I had the honorable luck of calling him and his equally precious beautiful and talented RN wife for my friends.”

“--I had the pleasure of working with Flash at BCSD.  He was a Great Detective and a very honorable man. This world needs more men like him. He will be missed greatly.”

“--So sad to hear this.  I met Flash and worked with him as an electrician.  A very smart and proficient individual not to mention a great guy.”

“--He was a very caring and kind officer, enjoyed working with him.”

“--I’m sorry to hear this.  He tried hard for Rhonda and her family to solve this murder.  God Bless you Flash—you were one of the good guys for sure!”

Still other respondents—far too numerous to enumerate—sent condolences, prayerful commiserations, and expressions of love to Detective Pruett’s wife, Rhonda, and the rest of his family.  

For Bobby and Judy Hinson, the detective was more than just a lifeline back to the investigation into the murder of their daughter, he was a friend.  Judy Hinson writes articulately about the man whom they felt cared the most:

“Flash was one of the finest people we have ever met.  There was never a time that he was too busy to talk to us.  He always answered any questions that we had.  He never made us feel like we were bothering him when we called the department and the times we called him at home.  Flash was always so kind and so caring.  Not only his family but all the people who knew him have lost someone that can never be replaced.”

Detective Pruett’s comprehensive investigation into the killing of Rhonda Hinson has become legendary.  As previously reported, Flash was officially assigned the case by Major Robert Lane and Lieutenant Greg Calloway on Friday Jan. 20, 1995, during the Richard Epley administration.  Gene Franklin was tasked with the responsibility to assist Detective Pruett in the continuation of the investigation.

Over the next five-years, Flash applied a systematic, logical approach to the conduction of his investigation—in contrast to the often inconsistent, inconstant efforts of most of his predecessors, as reflected in case documentation.  In an interview with News Herald staff writer, Jen Pilla, three-years after his assignment to the post of lead investigator for the Rhonda Hinson case, the detective articulated the course he would pursue throughout:  “When I was assigned to this case three-years ago, I decided it was time to go back to the basics and back to the crime scene itself.”

And back to the basics it was as he conducted interviews, tracked leads, and continuously examined and re-examined the totality of accrued evidence. Moreover, on the morning of Wednesday, Oct. 15, 1997, he initiated and assisted in the performance of an SBI ballistics assessment for the expressed purpose of ascertaining the trajectory of the projectile that killed Rhonda Hinson on the early morning of Dec. 23, 1981. He, along with a team of SBI agents, utilized a 1982 Datsun 210—similar to the 1981 Datsun 210 driven by the decedent—that the Hinsons had acquired and ceded to BCSD to be used to perform whatever testing deemed necessary.  

The results obtained from the ballistics assessment, as reported in the summary, forever dismissed any possibility that the shooting was done from Interstate 40, from Elmer Buff’s property, or from either embankment along Eldred Street/Hwy 350.  The conclusion?  Only a person standing on ground level and behind Rhonda’s car could have fired a shot that matched the calculated trajectory of the missile that extinguished her brief life.

 There were some “firsts” accomplished by Detective Pruett:  the assignment of significance to the articles found in Rhonda Hinson’s Datsun 210 that were not present when she left her parents’ residence to attend a company Christmas party on Tuesday evening, Dec. 22, 1981, and the first-ever interview of Mark Turner—Jill Turner-Mull’s boyfriend and Greg McDowell’s friend—over fourteen-years after Rhonda’s murder. Flash seemed convinced that the gray-hooded sweatjacket, belonging to Miss Hinson—that she left in Turner’s automobile, yet managed to be prominently displayed on the sundeck of Rhonda’s Datsun 210 on the morning she was murdered—was as a key to cracking this case. Turner, however, told the detective that he could not remember how it got out of his car and into that of the slain 19-year-old—an asseveration that Flash clearly did not believe.  

Detective Pruett also applied surveillance equipment to the investigation, as he leveraged the relationships that Mark and Faith Turner and Jeff Hinkle had with Greg McDowell, in an effort to capture incriminating statements offered by Rhonda Hinson’s former boyfriend while engaged in casual conversation.

On Tuesday afternoon Dec. 23, 1997, Detective Pruett—along with Sheriff Richard Epley and an entourage of others—interviewed Greg McDowell in his engineering office in Hickory.  He noted that the 34-year-old engineer admitted—for the first time—that he knew that Rhonda had called him from Sherry Pittman Yoder’s house, in contrast to his statement to law enforcement, proffered immediately following the murder, in which he maintained that he thought Rhonda was at home.  McDowell also informed Flash and the others that a pink snake, acquired during a Myrtle Beach trip and among the items found in Rhonda’s Datsun 210 on the day of her death, “stayed on his dresser at home.”  

Unfortunately, subsequent to a near-fatal automobile accident that occurred during Winter 2000, Detective Pruett’s days as lead investigator and employee at the BCSD were numbered.  While he was having back surgery to repair damage sustained in the accident, Flash was supplanted by Sheriff John McDevitt when he hired former SBI agent, John Suttle to head his criminal investigations division.  It was News Herald staff writer Cheryl Moose Bollinger [Shuffler] who reported the action in a Nov. 19, 2000, article entitled, “Retired Agent Back in Law Enforcement.”

Shortly after his return to the BCSD and not completely rehabilitated, James Pruett was afforded the option to resign or face the prospect of termination, according to statements that Flash made to this writer across several interviews.  A similar scenario was recounted by former Sheriff McDevitt when he admitted to the Hinsons, at a local restaurant in the Fall 2019, that he had to get rid of Flash because he didn’t think that he could do the work any longer.

Though Mr. Pruett admitted to being treated badly under McDevitt’s administration, he refused to castigate his fellow law enforcement colleagues who were instrumental in effecting his departure from the BCSD.  

One singular feature of Detective Pruett’s investigation that distinguishes it from those conducted by others, was his detailed notes that he assiduously recorded at the conclusion of every day that he worked the Hinson case. They not only offer descriptions of actions, procedures, and factual summaries of interviews with principals, they also provide insight into the detective’s hypotheses and questions yet to be answered.

Whether intended or not, Flash’s notes are reflective of the measure of the man himself—his characteristic dedication and compassion; and his respect and caring concern for Bobby and Judy Hinson.  Sometimes they bespeak his own very human, personal feelings which were otherwise masked beneath the stoic façade of a seasoned law enforcement officer.  None illustrates his inherent character better than the final paragraph of his detailed description of activities on what would have been the day of Rhonda Hinson’s birthday –Wednesday Dec. 13, 1995:

“The last thing I did today was to go by Rhonda’s gravesite.  I spent about five minutes there in prayer.  I could see the pain in Judy and Bobby’s faces when I was with them today, Rhonda’s 33rd birthday.  I could feel the weight of that pain on me at the gravesite.  It was especially hard on all of us today.

Though he was criticized for his “obsessive” attachment to the “most investigated case in Burke County history,” Detective James “Flash” Pruett persevered.  Some of his last sentiments expressed to this writer indicated his desire to leave the rehabilitation facility and continue—on his own time—the investigation into the killing of Rhonda Hinson.  

“There are things that I should tell you,” Flash declared to me. “But I can’t tell you right now and not here.”

In his final two months of life, while in the throes of Parkinson’s Disease, the quintessential detective was ready to resume the work toward achieving resolution to the 38-year-old murder case and obtaining a modicum of peace for the Hinsons.  

This is the “stuff” of heroes.

James “Flash” Pruett

August 16, 1950—March 14, 2020

[thepersianslipper]

The Persian Slipper Reads The Blog

Welcome to another installment of me reading John’s Blog and making random comments at you! This one is a bit long but I think you’ll forgive me ; )

On our last episode, I wrapped up the blog posts concerning ASIP, so it’s time for nobody’s favorite episode, TBB!

Like in ASIP, John writes 4 posts relative to TBB. Here they are:

This episode spans a total of 5 days (March 23rd to 27th). Today we will look at the first two entries.

This is one of those instances where it really pays out to read John’s blog. Besides reading this delightfully domestic exchange, you are gifted with the information that our boys actually did a Bond movie night.

1 - Diamonds are forever

First thing’s first. Both Diamonds are forever and A rant are posted on the same day. Looking at what John wrote and the timestamps on the comments, I would say that John posted both entries on the afternoon of the 23rd of March, after they found the body of Eddie Van Coon.

This entry (as well as the next one) is very short.

The ”diamond” he is referring to is the Jaria diamond, a missing jewel case that Sherlock did not to take (or so he says) and that should explain the masked assassin he is fighting at the beginning of the episode. 

Why he decided to not mention the assassin to John is unclear, but there is a TJLC theory that says that Sherlock is purposefully winding up John and cutting him off from cases to get him frustrated enough to make some sort of move. He is making the adrenaline junkie go through a dry spell after giving him a taste on excitement on ASIB. He eventually aquiesces to taking John to see Sebastian, probably because he wants to show Seb that he has a friend, now.

The body John’s referring to is Eddie Van Coon, the first death in TBB. After finding the banker dead at his flat and going back to talk to Sebastian, the boys go back home and John types this first post and the next one a few minutes later. Because the time stamps on both entries overlap, I’ve given them their own section.

2 - A rant

On this second post, John vents a bit about his memorable row with the chip-and-pin machine at the start of the episode. Again, nothing too exciting about this post. It only drives home John’s grumpy, frustrated mood that he decides to complain on the interwebs about an annoyance he had that morning, despite having started a new possible murder case that very same day.

3 - The comments - Bond Night and pet peeves

The fun of these two blog entries lie on the comments. Remember that John and Sherlock got back home after being hired by Seb and finding Van Coon’s body. They have a potential murder case on their hands. The boys get back home and John goes to his room and types up both entries. I’ll go through the comments in chronological order.

Like I mentioned in my last post, this is the first time Sherlock actually comments on John’s blog. If you look at this through TJLC glasses, maybe you can see that Sherlock, who is more than a little intrigued by John, decides to have a look around his blog and makes a seemingly irrelevant comment on his latest post. I say irrelevant because he doesn’t make any reference to neither of the cases John has just mentioned... Guys, he’s flirting...

John takes the bait and suggests a Bond night. Yes, this is canon.

Look at the time John takes to reply to that first comment. It’s probably because he is busy typing that next entry A rant. The usual people comment on A rant. Again, Harry is the first to contribute to her brother’s posts. From her text, I assume she is trying to stop drinking again. 

Let’s go back to the boys on Diamonds are forever. John has just suggested a Bond movie night and Sherlock finds a way to have that sooner rather than later by threatening John’s beer cans. The comment thread is so domestic it makes my heart cry,

On the other comment thread, people are still sharing their pet peeves. Molly says something interesting, but I’ll get to that another time. Just notice how she mentions Connie Prince, the fashion guru that is murdered by her brother’s lover on TGG. Mrs Hudson is still borrowing Mrs Turner computer and complains about the sword mark the assassin left on her kitchen table that morning. Mrs Hudson is paying attention to her property!

Sally and the mysterious theimprobableone add their two cents. Sherlock ends the discussion two hours after John comes downstairs with a resounding “shut up now with your petty problems, I’m having a movie night with Jawn. “

The ever present shadow of Moriarty (Anonymous) looms. This last bit makes me wonder... Has Moriarty already set up his surveillance system on 221B? Is he already watching Sherlock and John?

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[jayleeg]

How does Steve keep a cool head when Namor is walking around looking like that? Or is it like, how you're fine with someone for ages and suddenly you have a crush and get tongue-tied like an idiot, but you're all Serious Adults. (I'm also fishing for your favorite Namor & Cap properties - cartoons or writers)

LOL, Anon, oh it is so much that latter. So much. Steve is TOTALLY that guy who would be friends with someone for 5,000 years and then one day, say, “Wow, Namor is really hot. Did I know this before? How did I not know this?”

Like, I love Steve Rogers with all my heart and soul, but when it comes to matters of the heart that guy practically needs an anvil dropped on his head to Get Things™. Not even kidding a little bit.

Do you know the first Cap issue Rachel Leighton expressed interest in Steve Rogers? Cap #313. And do you know when they went on their first date? Cap #371 (and not through Rachel’s lack of trying). That’s a couple years worth of comics in-between there. Bernie? She proposed to him. Sharon? Again, she proposed to him. Even with his more casual relationships, like Connie Ferrari, she flirted with him, first.Like when it comes to love and attraction Steve is really pretty clueless, bless his heart. 

Not to get all deep and meta-y on you, ‘but for most of his childhood Steve was bullied and skinny as a bean pole, so I think his default setting is ‘people don’t really find me attractive’ and as a result of that mindset ‘I doubt that person is interested in me’ so he just, doesn’t notice people that way. He needs a switch turned on first.

That said, that’s our job here in fandom, right? To get Steve to finally notice and when he does… ;)

As for favorite Steve and Namor writers? Mark Waid is definitely at the top. He has an awesome Invaders story in Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty. 

Mark Gruenwald actually had Namor pop-up a few times during his Cap run, too, and that story was really heartwarming. Steve went on a desperate mission to save Namor from the Controller. 

Alex Ross and Jim Krueger’s Avengers/Invaders run was good. 

I also like Jim Robinson’s All New Invaders. 

Roy Thomas, of course, the father of the Invaders. 

And Chip Zdarsky’s newest run is really engrossing, he’s doing great thus far.

Hope that helps?

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[glittrkink]

thinking about jealous connie who raises an eyebrow when a guys checks you out, a slight vein popping from his forehead and gritting his teeth. he would not hesitating to put his hands on your tits and ass cause he wants everyone to know your his and only his and you have to reassure him like babe cmon i only love you haha

JEALOUS CONNIE JEALOUS CONNIE JEALOUS CONNIE

sorry my brain just glitched................. thinkin about connie with his hands all over you so everyone knows you belong to him................. his grip on your waist super tight to keep you close, him not letting go of your hand the entire night- he only calms down when you give him a kiss proving your his and only his

#jealous connie makes my brain turn off #and my pussy turn ON #mark me as your property connie!!!! #bet you wont!!!! #maia loves sophia <3 #.moots