#or split them up but like that present a new set of issues so

[jyoongim]

Hello!

I would to request if its alright.

Prisoner Human Alastor x Police!Reader.

Alastor were captured by police and was sent to jail and Reader was a professional police also she is virgin because shes too focus on her job even when she was in colloge she never experienced it.

Sorry im bad at explaining but like they fucked in alastor cell in middle of the night because Reader was assign to watch Alastor since hes the biggest criminal in the town.

So llike i dont know how reader ended up in his cell ummm you can just make a reason for it since i dont know how she also inside his cell and getting fuck

So like Reader Hate love when alastor fuck out of her brain for the first time and Instead of Escaping from the jail Alastor just Find a Toy to play with.

This been on my mind pleaseeee im on my knees just for this😭😭

THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY GIFT TO YALL

WHOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE POLICE!!!!

It’s giving Mrs.Officer by lil Wayne hahahaha 

themes: 18+! NSFW, fem!reader, human!alastor (criminal of the LAW), so many laws and regulations broken, flirty banter? Jail cell sex, slight dub con, manipulation, subjugation, Loss of virginity, handcuffs, black mail, humiliation, gun play, mention of murders,  toxic relationship?

Five years ago

“Alastor DuPont, you are charged with the Bayou Murders! You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…” you snarled at the man, as you slapped your handcuffs on his wrists, hoisting him up from the ground and forcing him to the cop car.

A strained laughed escaped his throat as he glanced over his shoulder at you, white teeth showing “never would have thought you would turn on me doll hehe. How unpredictable…I like that in my women ya know?”The lanky man grinned as you slammed the door, his breath fogging up the window. His deep brown eyes were wild as he maintained a calm composure. You narrowed your eyes at him “remember that it was me who put your ass behind bars”

His eyelids dropped, his crazed smile almost splitting his face “oooh doll I’ll never forget you”

Present Day

The prison was in an uproar when the higher ups found out who they’ll be housing.

Alastor DuPont.

New Orleans Most Beloved Radio Host…was a serial killer.

And you were the unfortunate soul who was his guard.

You looked over the paperwork of your new charge, brows furrowing as you read the arrest and charges.

Disgusting scrum! You thought with a sigh, setting down the papers on your desk.

”Why is he being transferred to my floor? Ain’t that conflict of interest?” You asked the Warden, an older man in his sixties.

You were the officer who had worked the Bayou Murders case, the officer who caught Louisiana's notorious killer and arrested him. 

You were just a rookie back then, fresh out of college and putting your all into your work. You were always at the office working late and gathering evidence. Your coworkers often joked that you had no sense of fun, always refusing to go out with them for dinners or parties. You were obvious to romantic advances and often threatened to write a report for misconduct for your male officers actions.

You often heard some of the male officers describe you as ‘Stuck-up, picky, prude’ but you didn’t see an issue with that.

You took your job serious, there was never room for error in this line of work.

You were very by the book. 

You saw everything in black and white.

Control and Regulations was your game.

Which is why you were tasked guarding some of the worst criminals in the city.

That now included Alastor.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Just treat him how you do the other inmates. You’re my best officer here to handle something like him” The warden said. You were the best for this. You took a deep breath “Fine, but I want a raise” you grumbled, smiling.

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“Inmate 666 rise n shine! put your hands through the open slot” you commanded. You stood outside the steel padlock door, waiting for hands to appear to be cuffed.

Nothing.

You knocked on the door again, a warning.

You huffed, “Last chance inmate! Or I’m dragging you out!”

Silence.

You cursed under your breath and looked to your backup guard

”open the door” he looked worried but followed your orders.

The security door whirled opened and you stood in the open doorway, you hand hovered over your baton as you approached the figure laying in bed, worst case he killed himself; best case…you kick his ass out of bed. “DuPont!” You sneered, kicking the edge of his bed. The figure stirred, groaning at the bright light pouring in the small room, he stretched, joints popping and made a move to sit upon the bed.

He rubbed his eyes, reached for his glasses and finally looked at you. A smile appeared on his face “Well i must have died and went to heaven” he drawled standing up.

You took a step back out of instinct. You scoffed at him ”you wish now put your shirt on and hands behind your back.”

Alastor let out a chuckle as he reached for his shirt.

Your eyes roamed his exposed skin. Smooth, skin riddled with scars. For a lanky bastard he had quite the muscle definition.

He was handsome, the type of guy you would have happily let chat you up.

But you were the truth behind that smile.

”so what pleasure am i owed that I get to see your pretty face after so long?” He asked like he was talking about the weather. You didn’t answer him as you locked the handcuffs and nudged him towards the open door to start walking.

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“You will be provided three meals a day. One hour of outdoors activities and you’ll have recreational if you earn good behavior, but i highly doubt that. Am I clear?” You ask as he stared at you with a stupid smile. You frowned “get that smile off your face DuPont.” He only smiled harder “I can’t help it. I enjoy being in your presence my dear” 

You leaned across the table, eyes hard as you got in his face.

”listen to me you irritating prick! In here I rule. You listen to everything I say and pray I am in a good mood to deal with your shit. I can make what remains of your life hell on earth. Do I make myself clear?” You hissed.

Alastor leaned back, an amused look on his face, shrugging “Crystal”

”Good”

You walked him back to his cell after he ate and uncuffed him. Walking out you slammed the door shut and waited to hear the lock before moving to make your rounds.

”I do hope you have a good night my dear” you hear him say as you walk down the corridor, ignoring him.

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Alastor sighed as he sat on his bed. A low chuckle escaped his throat. Oh how he missed you. 

When he met you five years ago, he knew you were the one for him. There was something about you that gave him a thrill. 

He admits he didn’t count on you being a police officer; you had fooled him flawlessly. 

His cock twitched in his pants. Those pretty eyes that once held warmth were ever so chilling. 

How he couldn’t wait to break that cold demeanor of yours.

He just had to bid his time and after all he had all the time in the world with you.

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You were focused on some paperwork when two male officers popped their heads in your office.

”hey a couple of us are going for a night out you coming?” Max asked with a smile as Danny was behind him with puppy eyes.

You didn’t even look up from your work “ill pass but maybe next time guys” you hear the groan before leaving.

You shook your head lightly as you finished filling in your notes.

You looked at your watch, it was almost time to patrol.

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Alastor could hear the footsteps of the two male guards that occasionally visited his floor.

”she never wants to hang out. Fucking bitch thinks she better than us or something?” A voice whined.

”oh you know how she is. Work on the brain. She wouldn’t be so strict if she loosened up a bit hahaha i would love to fuck that.”

Alastor grimaced. Disgusting trash 

He might have been a certified lady killer, but he was still a gentleman. And lowly scrum like them didn’t even deserve to think of you that way.

You were his.

And he’ll make sure of that.

A dark smile crept on his face just at the thought.

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It was fairly quiet tonight. 

You found yourself standing outside Alastor’s cell.

”You gone say something cherie or stand guard all night. I promise I have no intention of escaping.” He purred.

You frowned “I have nothing to say to you”

You heard him laugh “really? You had a lot to say five years ago”

He was baiting you, you knew this, but your temper was hot

”You are despicable you know that? You think you so smart, but you know something Alastor? You got sloppy. Tell me. Why? Why did you kill all them girls?” You hissed, now facing the door.

You hadn’t even realized his hands were out in the slot until his large hands grasped yours.

You tensed and went to tug your hands out of his, but he firmly kept a grip.

”why? What kind of question is that? The answer is simple.” His thumbs rubbed your hands.

”No the answer was stupid. You commited those crimes, killed those innocent women for pure fun? They should have sent you to the Ward.” You said angrily.

Alastor smiled, through you couldn’t see it

”Maybe but I’m completely in my right mind I assure you. The reason for all the mess? Simple…they weren’t you” he bent down to press his lips to your knuckles.

You ripped your hands back, eyes wide “you’re sick”

He hummed, rolling his eyes.

”doesn’t change how I feel about you darlin”

He was surprise to hear the lock to his cell and the door open to reveal you.

And you were angry.

Your face was balled into a frown “It was never about me! You think I would believe that shit!” Your hand pulled your gun, aiming it at him “You’re nothin’ but a liar and a killer. Ain’t no love in that dark heart of yours. You are incapable of love.” Your lip quivered slightly, giving way to your emotions under the glare you held.

Alastor walked up to you, right up to your gun pressing against his chest, his hands were up, but he was still craning his head down at you “is that what you tell yourself about me dear?” 

That sharp smile on his face, his eyes wide “then kill me. Pull the trigger and serve justice.”

His eyes were analyzing you. You were panting, chest constricted in your uniform, cheeks flushed with anger but your plump lips wobbled.

One of his hands gently wrapped around the gun, lowering it as he pressed against your body. The other taking hold of your chin.

He lowered his head til his lips were but a whisper away, ghosting yours lightly “What i feel for you darlin, love ain’t got nothing on it”

Your brain seemed to catch up with the situation you were in and you tried to reestablish control, but Alastor had already sunk his claws in you.

Your eyes widened when his lips slammed on yours, your hand with the gun whipped to hit him across the head, but he caught it and used the momentum of your body to twirl you around and pin your arm against your back, making you drop the weapon as you wince in pain.

His lips were at your neck, nose brushing against your ear

”never drop ya guard dear, didn’t they teach you that?” He taunted.

You struggled against him as he pushed you down on the small bed, pressing you down with his weight. 

You thrashed about, body filling with panic as you couldn’t throw throw him off you.

Alastor grunted as you kicked at him, narrowing his eyes as he pressed his full weight against you.

”easy doll easy. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Well too much hehehe” his brushed his nose against yours, trailing his lips to kiss your cheeks and jaw.

With his hips fixed between your parted thighs, he pressed his hardening length against the softness of your covered mound.

Large hands cupped your breasts, and before long you heard a tear. Your eyes widened as the cold air met your chest and gasped asho Alastor quickly made work of your bra. He let out a hoarse groan as he kneaded the tender flesh, mouth wrapping around a perky nipple, causing you to gasp.

He nipped and tugged the soft nip before lavishing it with his tongue, like an apology for the harsh treatment. ”I knew you’ll have the prettiest pair of tits. So full and soft. I can’t wait to see them bruised up from my teeth”

You clenched your teeth as you tried to ignore the rather pleasant sensations running through you. With your gun somewhere, all you had was your physical strength. You might couldn’t overpower him, but you could use his weight against him.

Taking the distraction of Alastor focusing on sucking at your chest, you tightened your legs around his waist and used his relaxed posture to flip the two of you over. With your arms free, you pressed your arm into his neck, thighs holding his hips down as you tried to regain your composure.

You tried held your elbow into his throat, glaring at him as he just smiled up you.

Alastor lazily placed his hands on your hips as he raked his eyes over you.

You were disheveled, hair fizzy and face flushed. Your eyes were filled with uncertainty and another emotion. Your lips were swollen and your neck was slowly turning red. With your uniform ripped, your tits were fully exposed, nipples perked and littered with bites.

 You were beautiful 

“I am going to walk out of here and pretend this didn’t happen. You are going to stay right here until I close that door and lock it.” You said sternly, but Alastor wasn’t listening, he was grinding up into you slowly as he trailed a hand up your front, finger fondling with your ripped uniform. You went to slap his hands away when he cupped your breasts but the cold air that met your entire body made you freeze.

”That’s much better don’t you think?” He mused, fingers tapping your hips as he palmed your ass cheeks in full.

You quickly sat up, ready to get off him, when Alastor followed you up, arms locking you against him. He whispered in your ear, voice low and deep “oh you’re so precious. I can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy of yours baby” he kissed your shoulder as he pulled your panties to dip two fingers inside you.

You pushed at his chest, trying to shift your hips away but the motion made you fall back and you grunted as you fell to the floor.

Alastor sucked his fingers, moaning at the taste of you. He sat looking at you, grinning as he moved towards you. You scrambled back, wanting to put distance between the two of you, but Alastor long legs carried him to you and he wrapped a hand around ankle and dragged you back towards him, taking top mount to prevent your from flaring about like a fish.

Tears welled in your eyes as he quickly made work of his pants, freeing his weeping cock. You pressed your hands against his chest, which he took in one hand and held them over your head. He hummed a tune as he pressed his lips to your cheeks, peppering your face in kisses before locking his lips onto yours. You tried to jerk your head away but that didn’t deter him, as he bit down on your lips, crying out, your mouth was invaded by his tongue.

You barely had time to counter, when your breath hitched in your throat, feeling an unknown pressure between your thighs.

A staggered gasp turned into a pained cry as narrow hips thrusted up into you, sheathing his cock to the brim.

Alastor laughed into your mouth, licking at your teeth “Oooh? So I’m your first hehe I’m honored.” He slotted his mouth against yours as he snapped his hips against yours, wanting you to quickly grow accustomed to his brute pace.

The sound of sticky slaps and muffled moans radiated through the cell. Your legs rested on either sides of Alastor’s hips, shaking as he rocked into your body.

“What would the other guards think if they found out you let a dangerous killer fuck you? Hmm? This breaks so many laws baby. Hehe fuck you feel good. You take me so good ha! I knew you could.” A soft whimper bubbled out your throat. Your mind was fighting, but your body was welcoming the unwanted assault. 

Your tongue lolled out your mouth as Alastor’s cock dragged along your insides, making your back arched as he hit a nerve that had you moaning.

Your soft moans spurred the man on as he angled his hips, pounding you into the cold floor.

Oh how long he had imagined fucking you. You were like nothing he could have imagined. Your tight cunt clinged to his dick as he bullied it through your walls.

He caught sight of your discarded gun and grabbed it, resting the cool metal against your skin. Your eyes widened, body freezing despite the jolts from his hips.

His brows quirked when your cunt clenched “Scared or horny baby?” He chuckled darkly, leaning back onto his knees, pulling you with him. 

He let out a soft moan as you sunk down on him, uttering dirty praise and encouragement. “You gonna ride me baby? Hmm? You gonna let a killer stretch this pussy out? Ill make you feel so good baby” he rocked up into you, softly thrusting.

You rested your head into the crook of his neck, shaking as Alatsor’s hands rubbed your back. The gun slowly trailing up your skin. One hand tangled in the roots of your hair, pulling your head back, as you felt the tip of the gun at your chin.

Alastor cooed as he pulled you down into his thrusts, making your jaw clench “k-kill me bastard” you hissed,  eyes clenched feeling his cock bury into you with a wet squish.

Alastor’s body vibrated as he let out a laugh “Kill you? Oh darlin no. then there wont be a pretty face to look forward to see everyday. I have no desire to paint the walls red with your blood haha no I want to paint your walls white” 

You leaned into his body, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your fingers dug into his skin and out of anger for the onslaughter of pleasure you sunk your teeth into his neck.

Alastor’s cock twitched as his hips snapped into yours as a response. 

Fuck! He eyes rolled slightly into his skull “careful baby. I hate to put a baby in you so soon” he chuckled.

Then the light bulb went off in his head

On second thought… 

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You shouldn’t be doing this as much. 

This was so wrong! On so many levels. 

Many many violations. 

Hell you could lose your job!

You almost hoped that another guard would come by and see what was happening so you could get out of here…but that wasn’t going to happen.

This is your floor and yours alone.

”OooH fuuuuccck, p-please! don’t… stop” you whined, throwing your head back, body leaned back with your arms trying to support your body as Alastor rammed up into your pussy. You hadn’t given much thought to sex, but he must be what girls in college use to call ‘packing’. His dick felt like it was splitting you in two, hitting that spongey nerve just right.

The man let out a gruff laugh beneath you, one hand on your hip to bounce you on his cock and the other holding that stupid gun against your clit. The cool metal sending shocks through your cunt. ”Oh you’ve made such a mess darlin” he tsked, eyes focused on his cock disappearing into you. A frothy cream coated the base of his cock, making both of your inner thighs sticky.

“But you’re so pretty when you’re messy.” He smirked, tilting his head

”I-I hate you!” You cried as he pinched your clit, slowly drawing tight circles on the bud. He hummed, kissing up the column of your neck “But your cunt says otherwise” he purred as he started pulling you down harder into his thrusts. Your eyes rolled as loud moans and whines left your throat. You might didn’t realize, but you had been fucking him back since the very beginning.

All that pent up frustration and tightly bound moral code snapping the second his cock breached your virgin walls.

Your cunt fluttered around him as he sucked a tit into his mouth. He released the sore nipple with a pop,tonguing it as he watched your face distort with pleasure as he had you met his thrusts.

“You’re everything I imagined and so much more” he whispered. He couldn’t help but admire you like this.

You opened your mouth to say something snarky, but he caught your lips as he sped up his pace, swallowing your gasps as he hit the sweet spot that had you mewling.

He felt your cunt clench and contract, allowing him deeper access to nirvana.

“Don’t you wanna cum baby? Because i know i do fuuck! Be a good little slut for me baby” Alastor hissed, feeling his dick twitch.

Your orgasm must have been approaching because you started to push against him, hips trying to raise and get off his dick.

Oh you weren’t going anywhere.

A gasp escaped you, your eyes wide as he tightened his hold on your hips “N-no no no no Alastor stop! Dont!” You pressed your hands against his chest to try and lift off him, but to no avail.

He laughed in your ear wickedly ”you are going to cum on my cock whether you like it or not baby ”

He wrapped his arms around you, forcing you to take the full force of his thrusts, wanting to break you from his cock.

You whimpered, eyes clenching as you buried your head in his shoulder. Your orgasm hit you like a truck, making you tense and hips grind into his to instinctively ride out the pleasure 

“I’m cumming ooh fuck fuck fuck! Alastor!” You whined loudly, body slumping as you shook against him.

Alastor kissed your shoulder as your cunt fluttered, hips stuttering and with a groan he cummed inside you, pressing you down to take all his dick as he painted your walls.

His dick twitched before he pulled out of you, smiling as his cum slowly leaked out of you as you slipped off his lap, glaring at him as he smiled at you.

Your eyes widened as he pulled a small tape recorder from his pocket.

”I think your boss would be very surprised to hear you fucking a criminal heheh”

tears welled in your eyes as you reached for the device, but he held it out of reach, opting to grab your hair and pull you flush against his cum covered cock.

”but don’t worry my dear, no one will know your little secret…as long as you play nice” his teeth split through his smile as he tapped the tip of of his dick against your lips.

”After all I wouldn’t want to lose my assistant again after breaking her in finally don’t you agree?” He hummed as he pushed his dick into your mouth, sighing as you gagged around him.

“That’s my good girl”

He never forgot about you. 

How could he?

You were his favorite doll after all….

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John Price having a massive corruption kink just eases my mind. Let me set the scene, everyone.

Seeing each other for a few months and finally when things start to get spicy between the two of you the words "I'm a virgin.." slip through your kiss-bitten lips and suddenly you see his pupils grow. "It's alrigh' bunny. I'll be gentle." your small head gives him a nod as you silently bite your lip as he runs his fingers along your dripping slit. You squirm against the new sensation your body is being presented with.

He pulls your panties to the side causing you to gasp as the cold air hits your now-exposed pussy. His large fingers begin to prod at your entrance before he slowly eases them inside causing you to arch your back off his bed. "Feels good doesn't it Lovie? You like my fingers ruining your tiny body, don't you?" He begins to taunt you but you're too far gone to even understand. "Wan' your cock...John please." You whimper the words out as best as you can. "Awe Honey, You think this little virgin hole can handle it so soon?" You nod, needing to feel the fullness he could present to you.

He unzips his military-issued pants, before pulling them down along with his boxers as you watch his fat cock spring up and hit his hairy tummy in awe. "It's 's big sir." You bite your lip in adoration. "You think you can handle it, baby?" He asks teasingly as his large hand rubs up and down your slick-covered thigh. You nod quickly before feeling his large cock line up with your hole before he pushes in, in one swift motion, causing you to let out an ear-splitting moan.

He starts out with a slow pace before gradually increasing as your manicured hands claw and scrape down his muscular back. "Feels good huh honey? I'm gonna ruin you. Mold you perfectly to my cock. You'll never be able to be with another man ever again." His head is thrown back as sweat runs down his chubby yet muscular chest. "J-john please..." You beg, for what? You're not sure but it's all you can seem to make out. " 'm gonna cum sir. Please let me cum!" You're so out of breath your words come out broken and breathy. "Awe it's okay honey you can cum. Be a good girl for your Captain."

His fingers begin to rub quick, skillful circles onto your clit sending your mind into oblivion as you squirt all over his tummy. "What a good girl...I'm right behind you Lovie." He groans out as his pace increases to an inhumane pace. "Inside! Please inside me." You beg for him to fill you. "Fuck Honey, Are you sure? Then everyone will know. Everyone will know what you let me do to you." "I'm sure, want everyone to know... Want everyone to know 'm yours!" Your pussy tightens around him, sucking him in and milking him for everything he has as his seed fills you up full.

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[a-birdhorse]

Hey! Everyone should support the writers strike! It’s incredibly important! If you love theatre as well as television, I would like to draw your attention to another group of writers in this country (the USA, unfortunately) that desperately need help.

Playwrights only make on average ten-thousand dollars for each show they produce. This is accounting for royalties, although with incredible luck or a really nice commission those can bring it up to around twenty-thousand. To make matters worse, the average playwright can only produce one show per year. To put that into perspective, in order to make the average American yearly wage of thirty-thousand dollars, a playwright would need to write and produce two to four plays every year in high-end regional theatres. That’s a feature-length original play every three to six months. Most plays take over a year to fully develop.

On top of that, unlike screenwriters who are often employees of a company, playwrights are considered to be owners of capital, as we own the exclusive rights to produce their show. Because of that, we are not allowed to unionize. This means that our only form of protection, the Playwrights Guild of America, can’t do much other than help playwrights avoid bad contracts. This is an extremely valuable service to be sure, but it can’t solve the problem that only the luckiest playwrights in the country can make a living on this art form.

There are a lot of other issues that compound this problem. Most plays only ever receive one run, which means that playwrights don’t usually earn residuals. Many theaters will contract staged readings of a play for which they do not pay the author. While theaters expect playwrights to be present during the development of a new play, they won’t pay them for their time during early production meetings, auditions, or rehearsals. It all combines to make kind of a perfect storm.

If you like live theatre, this should concern you! If you feel like modern theatre is stale and repetitive, it’s because people who are truly passionate about play writing are forced to split their time between multiple forms. Without enough dedicated theatre writers, we lose access to the originality and novelty that set the stage apart from the screen. Don’t get me wrong, there are some extremely talented and devoted playwrights out there who are able to make things work. But how can people expect great work from us when we can’t even do this work full-time?

So what can you do to help? The first thing you can do is SUPPORT THE WRITER’S STRIKE. Because most playwrights can’t make a living writing plays, they often supplement work in the theatre with work on TV or in other spaces. Helping out Hollywood writers will help put a lot of playwrights in better positions.

You can also support theaters like Playwrights Horizons in Washington DC who provide playwrights with full fellowships in exchange for their plays. These are valuable as they allow a playwright to spend all of their time on their chosen medium rather than needing to juggle multiple jobs to make ends meet.

Other than this, it’s hard to say what normal people can actually do here. It would be nice if there could be a union for playwrights like there is for actors, but as long as playwrights own the means of production this would probably only shift the problem from our backs onto the backs of actors, directors, and designers. And budgets for new shows are already tight enough as things stand, it seems like a lot to ask to carve more of that money out for writers when things are already difficult.

Here’s an excellent article about the situation from American Theatre that goes over a lot of the information I did here in more detail (without the pro-union editorialization.) https://www.americantheatre.org/2014/12/10/paying-playwrights-more-than-play-money/

TLDR; Helping screenwriters helps playwrights too, but a lot more needs to be done before we’re out of the woods. The average playwright can’t make a living play writing, and the only writers in the industry who can are extremely lucky. Trying to solve this problem is critical for the future of theatre.

#playwright #playwriting #writers strike #theatre

[atlasira]

Out of all of RC’s characters that I’ve encountered so far, Malbonte still remains one of my top favorite of all time. He’s so well written and compelling.

My first playthrough I sided With Him because, while his methods are controversial, his ideals made sense. On my most recent playthrough I chose to Stand Against Him and the different perspective was worth it.

(DISCLAIMER: I have not played HS2 yet, and am unaware of any new information revealed in HS2.)

Antagonists like Malbonte are simultaneously right and wrong which is a large reason why they’re some of my faves.

> How He’s Right

Malbonte is right in that a significant chunk of his path was the result of other people’s actions. His birth and (natural) abilities were not his fault. He did not ask Shephamalum to whisper in his ear and force him to be the only living immortal that knew of Heaven’s Secret. He did not ask his parents to murder a child. And he certainly did not ask Shepha to brutally split him in two and imprison the halves of himself for a millennium.

SHEPHA

Shepha fucked up. No, Shepha is fucked up, and the more I learned about Him in the Season 3 finale, the more agitated I got. Demon!Vicky alludes to it all the way back in Season 1, but she could not have known how accurate she was about Shepha’s corruption.

Shepha is not the symbol of purity He and the Angels believe Him to be. He offers support only as long as He has control over who gets it and how they use it. He explicitly says He wasn’t opposed to the oppression of Demons because he has lesser power over them, and therefore felt uncomfortable with them being treated as equals under his rule. He feels no shame sharing this bias.

And if you so choose, Vicky then has to beg to enlighten other immortals about Heaven’s Secret. This is up for debate, but I also felt that if she hadn’t been able to convince Shepha of the value in revealing the truth, He would’ve killed her “for the greater good” and to protect the Secret. He says He regrets not killing Malbonte as an infant, making it clear He is not opposed to murder if, in His eyes, it helps more than harms.

Malbonte was right in that everything that was done to him simply for being born was majorly fucked up. He is also right in saying Shepha is flawed. Shepha is not evil, but He is power hungry and corrupt, and change needed to come.

> How He’s Wrong

“SELF DEFENSE”

However, Malbonte’s most damning flaw is his narrow-mindedness.

While his rage and indignation are the understandable result of what came before, his actions after he escapes confinement are his own doing. He says several times that he does not want to kill certain people, but will “if he has to.” He does not have to, he is the aggressor here. Malbonte has the skewed belief that his war is in self defense when it is not.

While it’s true he was seen as a monster, that rumor was created and spread by immortals that, from what we see, have been gone for a long time. Aside from Eragon, most of the present day immortals only know Malbonte by what they’ve heard. They do not know anything about him personally. So now, as an adult capable of complex understanding and self expression, he could’ve introduced and explained the truth about himself. But he does not even attempt to.

I don’t fault him for his actions when he was nothing more than a spirit of hatred, that I blame on Shepha and Shephamalum, but once he and Bont merged, that was Malbonte’s opportunity to set things straight. Or at least try to — whether the Angels and Demons actually believed him isn’t the point. Malbonte faults all immortals for seeing him as a monster, but he does nothing to enlighten the ones of today (who know nothing about him!!) on how that’s not the case. Instead he proudly proves their inaccurate beliefs. He resorted to bloodshed without even attempting peace first.

UNCLEAR GOALS

Another one of Malbonte’s issues is that his solution is black-and-white with zero nuance. He intended to kill Shepha and replace Him as the ruler of all. But his exact plan were he to succeed gets confusing every time he explained it, and it quickly becomes clear he can’t make up his mind.

Sometimes Malbonte says he’ll place Demons on top because they’ve been mistreated for so long.

Sometimes he says he’ll make sure Demons and Angels are finally equal to one another.

So which is it?? Because these are VERY different approaches. The more time you spend with him, while he denies it, the clearer it is he’s more focused on revenge than brainstorming new political policies.

SHEPHAMALUM

He also just does not account for Shephamalum at all. One of Malbonte’s defining traits is his arrogance. Now, I fully understand that self confidence can be an act of rebellion against those that hate you. However, Malbonte’s arrogance is just too short sighted.

Malbonte is incredibly strong, but he still needed Shephamalum’s power/darkness to defeat Shepha. Let’s say he succeeds. What did he think Shephamalum was going to do once Shepha was gone? Did he think Shephamalum would just give him a thumbs up and then take a nap??

Malbonte says he only wants to change the world for the better, but he either could not see or simply didn’t care that he was obviously Shephamalum’s pawn to eliminate Shepha. And by removing Shepha and having a less powerful being take his place, there would be no one to challenge Him should Shephamalum find a way to return. Malbonte either could not figure this out (which I doubt) or cared more about getting his revenge than helping and “liberating” the immortals he swore the war was for (which I believe.)

It can be taken into account that Shephamalum was manipulating Malbonte since he was a child. Manipulation from childhood is always a sure fire tactic monsters use (ala Palpatine and Vader). On the other hand, Malbonte has proven to be quite intelligent. Well to me anyway lmao. So while manipulation can be a factor, I highly doubt he trusted Shephamalum 100% and didn’t suspect he was being used as a pawn. He simply didn’t care because, as I said earlier, his main goal was revenge on Shepha rather than true fairness, so Shephamalum’s ulterior motives was just a “cross that bridge when we get to it” issue in his eyes.

HONESTY

Malbonte is brutally honest with others, but he is not truthful with himself. He was not honest with himself about what his primary goal for the war was. He was not honest with himself about how Shephamalum only saw him as a pawn and how his actions would play a role in a much larger problem. And he was not honest with himself in that the immortals of today are not to blame for things that happened thousands of years ago.

> Despite Everything, He Was Needed

Malbonte is a flawed individual and as such, his methods and motivations were too. However, like other antagonists like him, I believe he needed to happen in order for there to be actual change.

Change only happens when there’s an interruption in routine. Malbonte’s return was a massive one. Am I saying his war was good? Not necessarily. (Am I saying his war was bad? Also not necessarily!) Regardless of how we view his methods, he revealed the truth about Heaven’s Secret, shined a spotlight on the discrimination Demons faced, and unveiled how inappropriate the Law of Segregation was.

For a time, he gave those who felt wronged a voice that all immortals were forced to pay attention to. Whether Vicky reveals the truth about Shephamalum or not, whether Malbonte survives the final fight or not, the world of immortals will never be the same.

> Conclusion

Malbonte continues be a very beloved character to me because of how complex his storyline and development are. He is very well written and I could probably talk about him all day.

#romance club #heaven’s secret #babbles #s: heaven’s secret #malbonte

[thekittytat]

Screaming in the Night

Eddie x female reader one shot

Summary: You and Eddie successfully draw away all the demobats from Vecna’s lair, only to be presented with the issue of what to do once they got there. Tensions are high and with the adrenaline pumping, you two find yourselves needing to release it the moment you’re safe. The timeline of this is the same, Hawkins falls, Max is in a coma, etc. only Eddie doesn’t die in this alteration. Reader takes the place of Dustin in being bait for the demobats.

Warnings: Smut fr 18+ Both characters are over 18. Violence, suspense, language, derogatory names, pet names, bodily fluids, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, dom Eddie Munson, praising, unprotected p in v

Song: Screaming in the Night by Krokus

“The gates was gettin' rusty, as we sailed into the dark

The stars were out and shinin' against the moonlit hour

The wolves were out and howlin', most of the time

And I was cold and shiverin' and bleedin' in the night”

Word Count: 3,143

  Eddie slammed the cage door shut at the very last second, causing an enraged demobat to screech and claw angrily through the wires. It wasn’t but seconds before that he had drawn the swarm of them away from Vecna’s lair by shredding his guitar at the loudest possible decibel. You had watched in awe at his skilled fingers dancing along the strings, marveling the way he transformed. He had become this deranged metal persona, effectively making an entire new dimension his own. This was something far different from his usual performances in the boring hole in the wall bars across rural Indiana. He was playing for no one but you and a hoard of vicious creatures unknown to your realm, yet it was the most metal show you’d ever witnessed as he tore up the makeshift stage. You felt privileged to even be witness to this and wished beyond measure that everyone else could be there to see it too.

The rest of your party, however, were waiting where the nesting demobats had begun their flight, waiting for Eddie and you to draw their attention so they could continue their assault on the inter dimensional demon. It was a success, and now the entire army of these creatures were racing to get to the two of you.

  “Go go go,” he shouted urgently, holding open the modified trailer door. Once inside you slammed it shut, bolting it with all the new renovations you two had added. You whipped back around to Eddie, both breathing heavy with wide eyes full of adrenaline.

  “Holy shit, dude,” you began breathlessly, Eddie matching your energy as you grabbed each other’s arms. “That…was the most. Metal. Fucking. Show! In the history of both goddamn dimensions!!” You were both yelling with excitement, jumping together as the euphoric feeling of escaping death washed over you. Your final battle cry was cut short as you heard the high pitched sound of scraping metal from the roof.

  “Shit,” Eddie gasped, his head whipping around the trailer to locate the source of the sound. You both snapped your heads towards the vent in the ceiling before looking back to the other with panicked expressions. In a frantic rush, you picked up your weapon while Eddie grabbed his, and you cautiously shifted over to the spot from where the sound was coming. Suddenly the scraping stopped and the only sound was your joined nervous panting. You looked at each other, labored breathing coming to a terrified gasp when the vent was suddenly ripped open from the inside by a monstrous creature with an ear-splitting screech.

  You both screamed back as you began stabbing at the demobat wildly, blood from the demonic beast splattering below. After what felt like an hour, Eddie pulled back from the attack to grab a chair from the vine-tangled table in the kitchen and set it directly underneath the vent. He jumped up onto it and slammed his modified shield of nails onto the opening, effectively plugging it closed by stabbing the bodies together, holding them in place. It wouldn’t last long, but it would give you both time to escape. One after the other you hastily climbed your way back to your dimension through the portal in the trailer ceiling, collapsing on the mattress below and breathing heavily.

Your eyes closed in relief briefly before shooting back open at the sound of rustling from the other side of the gate to the Upside Down. Eddie sprung to his feet and sprinted down the hall while you retrieved your spear from the floor, standing your ground in a fighting stance as you waited for any movement. He was back just as quickly, a can of hairspray in his hand. You gazed at him incredulously as he rooted around in his jacket pocket, pulling out a lighter. Realization hit you suddenly and you stepped back to allow Eddie to take his place underneath the pulsating gate.

His knees bent and the lighter and hairspray at the ready, he was ready for any sign of a disturbance. And then they came. Eddie let out a war cry as he positioned the can just behind the lighter and hit the nozzle, flames shooting forward as he flicked open the Zippo. The demobats that had congregated around the entrance screamed in pain as the fire scorched them, and the lot of them began backing away. Any that dared to come within range was immediately shot with the flames and roasted. After a few minutes, they could be seen flicking around the Upside Down living room but not daring to come through the portal. You both waited a few moments to gauge whether the entrance was secure, and eventually the bats had filtered out one by one, enticing a relieved exhale from you and Eddie.

And then it was as if your thoughts were one. One glance in the others’ direction told you all you needed to know before diving towards one another in a heated embrace. Spear cluttered to the floor and everything he had been holding was thrown to the couch as each hand found something else to grip, your lips colliding as if magnetically. One of Eddie’s hands firmly and confidently grasped you by the side of the neck, while the other pulled your hips into him by the small of your back. You hurriedly ran your hands up his chest, diving underneath his jacket to slide it down his arms. It fell to the floor with a thud before his hands quickly resumed their positions; one hand around your throat as the other guided your hips into motion as he walked you back to the counter of his small kitchen.

You softly whimpered into his lips as he briefly squeezed the sides of your neck, sending an intoxicating rush to your head. The sickeningly sweet sound vibrating through your lips into his made Eddie stiffen against the rough denim of his jeans and he groaned back. He broke away momentarily in order to grip the backs of your thighs in an effortless hoist onto the counter. For a second, a greedy expression splayed across his face as he watched your tits bounce with the sudden motion before helping you lift your shirt over your head and then returning to your longing lips. Both hands came to rest at your thighs, sliding purposely underneath the fabric of your skirt that was already bunched up at your hips.

Eddie’s thumb eagerly drifted towards the heat between your legs, sending a warm jolt through your core and resting in your lower abdomen. Your body had never ached for anyone this desperately before and all of the fear and stress of the night that was pent up up inside was begging to be released. You could feel a proud smirk forming on his lips as your slick coated the pad of his thumb from the outside of your panties. Your knees involuntarily squeezed his rib cage when he managed to slip his thumb underneath the damp garment, sliding your wetness around to your clit. Eddie groaned into your mouth at the sensation of your arousal, gaining more confidence to push forward and delve deeper. He shifted the panties to the side, allowing access for more fingers to participate, and carefully curled one, then two digits into your waiting core.

“Fuck…” he grunted, rocking his two fingers into you gently. “You’re so ready for me.”

You paused kissing him back as you gasped into his lips, ceasing all movements to get lost in the sensation. Eddie continued to prod your pleasure center in perfect rhythm until he had you clenching around his fingers. You rode out your climax by locking your joints and throwing your head back to groan towards the ceiling. He delivered a soft kiss to the side of your neck while he slowly removed his fingers coated in your wetness.

“Hmm…Good girl,” he praised as he knelt down between your legs—one knee and one boot on the floor—and gazed up at you as he politely folded back the hem of your skirt and pulled your panties down your legs. “Oh, sweet mmm—”

Eddie growled at the sight of your dripping slit, he closed his eyes and smiled, hanging his head down before looking up at the ceiling. He brought both hands to his mouth in a praying gesture as if he was praising the Lord for the generous opportunity presented to him. His eyes flicked back to yours as one corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk before he dove in, his tongue slowly leading the way from the inside of one knee and up your inner thigh. You gripped his hair with one hand as his nose brushed against your most sensitive area. He reveled in inhaling your feminine scent, wanting to capture the moment for as long as he could.

You threw your head back, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt the tip of his tongue tauntingly swirl around your clit. Eddie had now gripped your thighs in a tight squeeze as he darted his tongue around your entrance. It was agonizingly slow the way he licked around you, only getting you wetter with the anticipation. Biting your lip you look back down at him, meeting his gaze and the resulting smirk from him.

“Eddie,” you whined, pulling your eyebrows together in pleasure as he gave you another quick lap.

“What is it sweet pea?” he asked in an amused tone. As he gazed at you, he suddenly resumed curling his fingers into you deeply, smiling open-mouthed at your reaction.

“Mmmm…don’t…don’t you think…we should hurry?” you gasped, squeezing your thighs around his head when he dove back in underneath your skirt and sucked your clit between his lips. He flicked his tongue around for a few more seconds.

“Such a needy little kitten,” he grinned at your small whimper once he reappeared, still rocking his fingers in and out of you. His playfulness peeled away as he studied you, his eyes darkening and his expression changing to one of wicked desire. Very carefully Eddie stood up in front of you, his eyes not leaving yours as he began to unbuckle his belt. Once he had removed his shirt and unzipped his jeans, he pulled you into another heated kiss, tongues dancing together as he freed himself from his pants. You moaned softly into the kiss as you felt his weeping tip coming closer to your flesh. He teased your entrance once again, parting your folds gently but pulling back before returning to push in deeper. Each time he pulled back, he would push just a bit further in, but never enough. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding forward onto him, earning a mocking chuckle from him.

Eddie grit his teeth with malice as he swiftly thrusted into you in one movement, bottoming out and settling into your warmth briefly before pulling back again. You inhaled deeply at the sudden intrusion and gripped him by the shoulders, fingernails burying little crescent shapes into his skin. He growled into your lips as he pushed forward again, and again giving you his entire length. As his pace increased, you wrapped your legs around his and shifted your hips to a better angle for him to hit. He slammed into that perfect spot at a rapid momentum, earning a high-pitched squeal of pleasure from you. His hips jutted forward and backward in confident and deliberate thrusts as his lips traveled down your neck, ending at the nape. You inhaled sharply as Eddie's teeth had found your skin and he nipped at you, giving gentle bites along your neck to your shoulder.

“Aaah…Eddie,” you breathed into his long, wild curls. “Don’t…stop.”

His pace picked up slightly but came to a blissful sustained speed as he listened to your body and your cries of pleasure, correctly ascertaining the right movement. His cock slammed into you in quick succession as many times as it would take to have you clenching around him through your orgasm. The pleasure built higher and higher until it was overflowing, having your walls trembling around his entire length again. Eddie grunted in sheer ecstasy at the sensation as his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back. When he looked back down at you, his jaw clenched. He abruptly grasped your hips and shifted you until he was holding you up by the back of your thighs while still locked inside you.

Eddie supported your weight with both hands while he walked you back to his bedroom, thrusting in and out of you slightly with every step. As he passed the doorway, he spun you around and roughly pulled himself out of you before throwing you onto his bed. Your face planted in the pillows at the head of the bed while your ass angled straight upward, giving him a taunting view of your dripping cunt just waiting for him. He eyed you greedily as he pushed down his jeans all the way, kicking them and his shoes to a corner before crawling onto the bed behind you.

Eddie's strong hands pressed his rings into your skin as he lustfully squeezed your ass. You sat on your elbows and tilted your head to the side to eye him through the pillows, but he took one hand to shove you back down into the mattress while the other reached to his bedside table towards his box of Trojans.

“Mm, mm,” you protested, daring another glance in his direction. He furrowed his brow at you as he paused. “It’s the end of the world, Eddie. Mm-makes no sense to worry about that now.”

Eddie smirked at you before returning to his position behind you, grasping his shaft to guide the head towards your entrance. You moaned into the sheets as he sheathed you with his entire length once again. You felt yourself fluttering around his cock as he settled into you, stilling before pulling out again. In one swift movement he slammed back all the way to the back of your core before pulling back to resume his rough pace. He didn’t waste any moment in fucking you this time, only wanting to pound brutal thrusts into you over and over. You gasped at the harsh thrusting and balled the sheets up in your fists.

“You can fucking take it, slut. I know it,” he snarled harshly from behind you. Your walls flexed around him at those words, evoking a cocky growl from Eddie. “Hmm…is that what you like? Bein’ a little whore?”

You nodded into the sheets as he drilled into you mercilessly. His hips never faltered as he spoke, but continued their relentless pounding, stuffing you full of his thick girth. With one hand he held onto your hips while the other reached down to grip your hair into a ponytail, forcing your head up to where you could meet his eyes. As your mouth hung open with this new position, your breathing halted with every thrust, forcing a light moan every time his hips smacked yours.

“You can use your words, sweetheart,” Eddie grinned with an arrogant expression. “You can scream until everything in the Upside Down can hear you.”

“Yes…yes p-please,” you managed to say with him still rocking into your cunt. “I want…Want it so bad.”

“Oh yeah? Want what, baby?” he taunted. You could barely even form a sentence in your head with the way he was hitting your sweet spot over and over, much less string two coherent words together out loud. You just closed your eyes and bit your lip to revel in the delicious feeling of his cock, pleasure building again. Eddie yanked on your hair gently but firmly to make you look at him again.

“Fucking tell me. Tell me what it is you want, angel,” he pressed.

“Want…mmm…want you to f-fill me up,” you squeaked, eyes fluttering closed once again. At that Eddie pushed your entire body down into the bed where he could sink into you more tightly as your thighs squeezed together around him. He fucked you with that ruthless pounding again and again until the pressure started to build within you once more. A white hot flame was released in your abdomen as you rode out another orgasm, eyes screwed shut while stars twinkled behing your eyelids. You felt Eddie's thrusts slowing out of rhythm as he reached his own climax.

“God…Jesus…Fffuck!” he croaked as he spilled into you, filling you to the brim. You moaned at the warm sensation and the feeling of his cock twitching as he pumped rope after rope all along your walls. As he gently pulled out of you, you shuddered at the sudden emptiness but basked in the euphoric tingling feeling his seed left within you. Eddie collapsed on top of you, panting as he rolled over to lay beside you to enjoy the waves of ecstasy that were settling over you. As you caught each other’s eye, you both exhaled an out of breath laugh. Slowly you crawled into his arm to lay your head on his chest, pulling a strand of his hair from your mouth with a satisfied sigh.

“That was a mind-altering…fucking, world ending, explosive nuclear bomb fuck!” Eddie exasperated, looking over at you. You giggled at him, gazing back up at the ceiling.

“God, if only the world could end every day,” you replied through heavy breathing. He chuckled and ran his fingertips lightly over your arm, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. Such a chaotic night had drained your energy, with sleepiness creeping up on you quickly.

Your eyes had barely begin to droop when a sudden rumble around the trailer jolted you both fully awake, both frantically searching around the room for what caused the crash. You turned your gazes back towards each other in a terrified expression for a brief moment, before the room quaked again. You both bolted off the bed, grabbing handfuls of whatever article of clothing you could get to the quickest, and sprinted out of the room to the front door. Eddie flung it open and you both lept outside to join the other neighbors in the panic. The earth was shaking, a deafening crack sounded from inside the trailer and they watched in horror as it begin to fold into itself and dissolve, leaving a hellish red canyon forming from ground zero of the portal.

“Get to the van,” Eddie screamed, eyes wide with fear. “GO!”

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[southpawbitch]

Playing Nice | Pinky Promise | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

(18+, minors dni)

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A/N: here's the fifth part :) the present part of the story happens within a few weeks, basically until pinky & rooster hash out their issues with each other (possibly even kelly, too) and then I'll thiiiiiink about continuing on. this is just a little snippet, almost like the first season of a TV series, lol. happy reading!!

x MJ

Lieutenant Commander Kelly Ellis smiles to herself as she watches the interaction, or lack thereof, between you and Rooster during training. She notices the avoidance on both ends. You refuse to look in his direction at all, and he does his best not to let his eyes linger when he sees you talking to his friend. If he can even call Jake that.

She knew outing your relationship with him a few years back, among other things, was a risky move considering who your father is, but she wasn’t reprimanded in the slightest, and it proved to be worth it when the news of your split traveled quickly through the community of current and former military families that knew you.

You can’t stand her smug face almost as much as Jake’s, but he’s the only one who seems to be speaking with you as of late. Turns out, Nat and Kelly are close, and in turn, she and Bob have been keeping their distance from you because they can practically feel the tension seeping into their skin every time the two of you are in a room together.

“Since you seem to know everything around here, what’s going on with them?” You ask Jake with a low voice as the two of you walk back towards the hangar at the end of the day. You nod your head slightly in the direction of Kelly, who is talking to another Commander, and Rooster, who isn’t too far away from them. To be fair, you haven’t seen them speak to each other in the past few weeks you’ve been here, but you’re curious as to what it was like before your arrival interrupted everything.

Jake shrugs. 

“She’s not been here long, maybe a month longer than you. They don’t interact much.” He answers honestly. “What, you think she’s gonna take your man?” He asks with a smirk on his face. You roll your eyes. It makes sense that they’d both be over it all by now, at least to some degree. It’s been eleven years. You don’t expect them to be buddy buddy either–unless they’ve rekindled in the month leading up to your arrival on the island. It wouldn’t surprise you coming from either party.

“He’s not my man.” Anymore. You correct him, leaving out the last word that lingers in your head. It’s been a while for you, too. Maybe you should be over it by now. He seems to be. He didn’t seem shaken at all by your arrival–at least in your perspective.

“You know her or something? She doesn’t seem to like you very much, but I get it. Admiral’s daughter and all that.” He sends you a playful wink and you find yourself struggling not to slap that stupid expression off his face. He’s charming–sure, but you’re not totally buying into it. 

“We grew up together. All three of us.” You know you shouldn’t be talking to Jake about this. Bradley wouldn’t like it, and you’re not sure you trust him enough yet, but you need to get it off your chest, and it’s not really something you can talk to your parents about. They’re not too fond of Bradley or Kelly these days.

“No offense, but aren’t you like…a kid?” He chuckles when you shove his shoulder aggressively, offended at the words. You’re younger, yeah, but it doesn’t feel that way now that you’re all adults. 

“Six years younger than Bradley, eight years younger than Kelly.” You explain. “They’re the same age as my brothers, and of course, I had the biggest crush on Bradley growing up.” You shake your head as you smile, looking out at the setting sun on the island. A west coast sunset is beautiful this time of year. “Turns out, so did Kelly.” 

“Her call sign isn’t tattooed on his leg.” He reminds you that he knows your little secret. You didn’t explicitly confirm his suspicion about your own tattoo, but he can read between the lines. He’s good at that, which surprises you. Part of you thought he’d be way too narcissistic to ever absorb anything anyone else ever says.

“The worst part is,” You let out a dry laugh. “I believed him. I believed every word that came out of that stupid fucking pretty mouth.” 

“We are talking about Rooster right?” Jake jumps in, earning a glare from you for trying to make light of the conversation. 

“I was just a pawn in a giant fucking game of ‘who’s life can I ruin next?’ that he had been playing for years.” You stop dead in your tracks, not wanting to walk any closer to the two of them. It’s hard to think about where you were six years ago–hearing the news for the first time.

You passed out cold, falling into the pool at Kelly’s admission of Bradley getting her pregnant. Thank God she didn’t know that you were dating him, or else she might’ve let you drown. You’re sure she regrets pulling you out now.

She had an abortion–there was no kid he had abandoned or anything, but it wasn’t news you wanted to hear about the love of your life, either–especially coming from someone else–someone who knew how you felt about him, regardless of it being a ‘meaningless schoolgirl crush’. 

You doubt Jake knows any of this. 

“Listen, Pink. I know I barely know you but you’re a fucking Kazansky for Christ’s sake. You’re a badass and a half. You don’t need some asshole like Bradshaw controlling your feelings.” You can see the frustration in Jake’s face as he speaks. It reminds you of your brother, Will. He was the only one of your brothers who put his anger towards you instead of Bradley after everything went down. He was mad at Bradley, of course, but he was more mad at you for letting it get to you so bad.

“He’s just a boy, Pink. A stupid fucking prick of a boy.” He told you while the vein in his forehead was practically trying to escape. You laughed, and he couldn’t believe you were laughing–you hadn’t laughed in weeks. 

“You’re right.” You say as you begin to walk again. He follows closely next to you. You’re going to have to get along with them for the next few months. You decide to take things into your own hands. You may not be over Bradley fully, but you’ve always been great at pretending. 

The two of you begin to pass by both aviators, both at their respective areas of the tarmac. Kelly may be above you, but you won’t let her have the satisfaction of thinking she won all those years ago. You raise your arm to wave in Rooster’s direction. 

“Eight o’clock, Jake’s place! You in, Roo?” You yell across the group of people Kelly is standing with. Rooster looks shocked that you’re speaking to him, and even more confused that you’re inviting him over to Jake’s house. He doesn’t even notice Kelly standing over to the side. He raises his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. 

“I’ll be there.” He answers before turning back to his conversation with Maverick, who is just as shocked at the interaction. He remembers when everything went down back in the day. You glance over at Kelly quickly, and she’s looking right at you. She doesn’t look happy, which is exactly what you were going for.

You smile and turn back towards Jake, continuing to walk towards the locker room with him.

“What the hell happened between you two anyway?” He finally asks the question he’s been holding in for weeks.

Taglist: @luckyladycreator2 @k-k0129 @benhardysdrumstick @khaylin27 @misshoneypaper @taytaylala12 @inky-sun @a-serene-place-to-be  @lyannaredbird @daisyhollyxox

#Bradley Bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw #Bradley rooster Bradshaw #top gun fanficiton #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fanfiction

[k00295632]

Animation

Reinvention in story telling

Three Blind Mice, Epic/Historical, Space Age (1957-present)

Week 2, 15-19/04/24

Monday

Monday morning we did a short presentation on our project and our current concept, which was successful, and our official concept. Once that was done we went back to the studio to start storyboarding. While the rest of my team started storyboarding, I rewrote and edited our Frankenstein script into a proper finalised one.

Frankenstein script:

As you can see it was a bit messy.

Edited Script:

Tuesday

We were told our storyboards needed to be done by 12:30, so it was a race against the clock, we went through everyone's storyboards and picked out the compositions we liked and drew up some new ones to fill in the gaps.

As we went storyboarding we ended up editing bits of the script to make the storyboard more cohesive, like removing bits of dialogue and the mechanism of the door.

During the evening split again to do our visual research. We assigned ourselves different topics, I went off and researched astronaut suits, cave formations, and architecture.

After a bit of research we started sticking our research on the wall.

Thursday/Friday:

I looked at Gothic and Romanesque architecture to further aid our visual research.

I also looked at Antoni Gaudi's works for their pointed towers and organic shapes.

I also put together a quick mood board for how we want our aesthetic.

As a team we then had to agree on an art style for our animation, and we knew we wanted a style that commemorated the 70's, which is when we set our time period for the narrative, 3 years after the moon landing.

After some consideration we decided to combine Star trek the animated series and Akira together. We want to use the star trek face designs as our base and apply Akira's Cel shading, clothing folds onto the characters, and the cityscapes as a reference for how endless we want the metropolis to be. We think we can achieve some interesting results with it.

We split up again to focus on our individual tasks, mine being the space suits, metropolis designs, and figuring out cell shading.

I did some simple sketches of the astronaut suits and then simplified them even further on tracing paper to get the basic shapes. I did this to make whoever is doing the animatics life easier as they'll have a reference point.

I made a rough attempt at cell shading but it didn't turn out the way I wanted. I watched a quick video on it but that wasn't enough. I think the issue lies in the colours. I plan on watching some videos on Akira and how it was made, to get a better sense of it, and some studies on it too.

#Mice3

[moody-mae]

Hi, I recently found your page because of Afterlife Archive and became really interested in playing it, but I noticed that the last update on development is from last October and was wondering if you're still developing it or if you decided to take a break from that.

I just wanted to know in case you plan on making more changes in dynamics in the future, but I intend to support the development of the game either way, because it seems great

First of all, thank you so much for reaching out with this positive input. 🙂

Afterlife Archive got put on hold at the end of last year because I was hired at a new job and I was taking time to settle in. In my free time, I put effort into creating updates for the game that I was never entirely satisfied with, and so they were never released.

I've noticed that my posts about the game still do get some attention here on Tumblr, and the Kickstarter prelaunch isn't dead either— there are a number of followers waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don't want to abandon the project or the people, like you, who are interested in seeing it develop fully.

In the past couple of weeks, I've been toying with the idea of a big rework for the game's premise and mechanics. I would also be renaming the project After-Connect.

In this new version, the game would function more like an interactive fiction with randomized and score-keeping elements, instead of a journaling rpg with player customization and minigames. The game would flow more intuitively, and the rules would be learned as the player progressed through a case, making decisions and rolling dice to bring about different consequences, all the while tallying up points that could be used to unlock things like badges, player prestige titles, and perhaps even abilities/skills to be used in later cases/playthroughs to change the course of the story.

The interactive fiction approach to making this game would no doubt require more pages, though, especially if I want to include a wide variety of settings, entities, and clients for the player to interact with. So, I think I may try splitting the game into volumes, each one containing a small set of 2-3 haunting modules for the player to have at. 😉

The title change— from Afterlife Archive to After-Connect —seems only appropriate since I intend to tweek the premise.

Before, the player would take on the role of an investigator belonging to an old Order of scholars with a focus on occult knowledge. The player's main objective was to learn and speculate about the nature of the entity.

In the new version, the player would take on the role of an independent agent verified by an online organization and network called After-Connect. Here's some copy I came up with for the fictional online service XD :

After-Connect is a network that pairs occult experts with real people experiencing real paranormal problems. We at After-Connect, alongside our growing userbase of verified agents, are here to help with a wide range of occult related issues. You're not alone, and there are solutions.

Submit an Agent Request Form here.

Essentially, After-Connect offers verified agents multiple cases to choose from, and puts them in touch with the Clients who submitted those request forms. Agents may rent equipment from After-Connect to use during their investigations, as well as gain access to the wealth of occult information stored in the virtual archive when and where it would assist in making judgment calls.

The player perspective would switch back and forth between After-Connect's user interface and present-tense second-person point of view set at haunting location.

The overall player objective in this new version would be to meet the Client's request. Maybe they want the spirit expelled from their property. Maybe they want you to facilitate communication with the spirit. It all depends on the Client. Your goal is to satisfy their curiosity, put them at ease, make them happy. To accomplish this, you need to gain a clear understanding of the entity you're dealing with, and gathering various pieces of evidence will help you do that.

So that's my plan for the game formerly known as "Afterlife Archive". To hold myself accountable going forward, I intend to post pictures of new pages as they're drafted. I want to keep those interested in this project informed about its progress as much as possible, and I apologize for the radio silence that's transpired for the past few months.

Let me know what you think of these concepts and possible developments. Do you like the sound of this new direction? Does After-Connect seem like a good idea? Feedback is always welcome~

Thank you again for the ask. It feels great to know there are still eyes on this project. It keeps me invested even with the distractions of life swirling around me. I'm grateful for all input from the gaming community! 😄

t i p j a r . . . ♡

#ttrpg #indie game #interactive fiction #paranormal #occult #detective #mystery #horror #Afterlife Archive #After-Connect #indie game dev

[sqsupernova]

How to Post your Works to the SQSupernova Collection!

That’s right - it’s almost time for Authors and Artists to put their beautiful works on display! We’ve made our beautiful, wonderful guide to help you post your work successfully - please read it THOROUGHLY before asking questions! We promise we’ve covered almost anything that could cause issues.

The posting deadline for all works is 11:59pm Eastern Time on September 4th!

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For those of you with experience posting to the Swan Queen Supernova collection from previous years, this year’s collection can be found HERE - just hit the ‘post to collection’ button and away you go!

Quick reminder - don’t forget to click POST when you are done formatting your work, NOT ‘save as draft’! We will not be able to see or reveal your work if you save it as a draft, and it will not count as being submitted!

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All right! For those of you who would like further clarification, your first step will still be to go to THIS LINK and click ‘Post to Collection,’ as seen below.

On this next page, you will enter all of the information about your fic/art - starting with rating, warnings, fandom, category, relationships,and characters. A sample page would look like this:

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[theamphibianmen]

Ok, I'll bite. What is The Ore?

Hehehehe I'm so glad you asked (you totally will not regret asking me) (I'm an oh so very normal person) ! Warning for very long ramblings about some very weird shit under the cut. Mostly body horror.

The Ore is a Steven Universe AU in which Steven effectively has the gem version of DID. His gem removes itself from his body and splits off into four parts, which form Rose Quartz, Pink Diamond, Pink Steven, and that thing he turns into at the end of Future. Steven's human half is still alive but he did crash the van because of this. He is also very sick and ends up needing a bone marrow transplant from Greg.

Rose, PD, PS, and the creature are also a bit smaller than they were when the gem was still intact, putting PD at about the same height as Peridot and Rose taller than Pearl but shorter than Garnet. The creature is about the size of Pumpkin, and is basically just a really angry dog.

PS talks the other gem bits into traveling to Homeworld by claiming that the Homeworld gems attacked Earth, and Little Homeworld is actually a military base. He tells them that by bringing PD back they can end the war. They get there by stealing a spaceship from Little Homeworld (it was a group project/enrichment activity for some of the Peridots). Once they get to Homeworld, PS sets his plan into motion.

This war, and everything that has ever gone wrong in his life, only happened because of disagreements between gems. That wouldn't be an issue if all gems were one.

He has Rose present PD to the other diamonds while he sneaks off to Pink's room, where he uses forced fusion tech to fuse with all the gems he can find in the palace. This amounts to quite a lot of gems since they literally make up the walls in some places.

Once he's fused all the palace gems into The Ore, the diamonds are next. Blue knows something is terribly wrong and puts the pearls and Spinel on a ship to Earth to get help. White and Yellow go willingly, but blue has to be forced. Because of this she and the other unwilling participants don't join the hive mind, which is why PS tries to convince gems to join willingly so that he doesn't have to force them.

By the time all the gems on Homeworld have fused, The Ore is the same size as Earth. Its new mission is to travel to all colonized planets and absorb all the gems there. Peridot's satellites quickly pick up on the planet sized mass hurdling towards them at 1/4 light speed. She sends the CGs (and Connie) to check it out because her readings keep coming back inconsistent, and because Homeworld isn't responding to her messages for obvious reasons.

One of the two chapters I've written so far is Connie getting vored by the planet and sent to a horrible writhing flesh labyrinth.

Imagine: you've landed on a planet that's almost entirely pink. The clouds look suspiciously familiar and the air smells strongly of metal. The ground is ever so slightly bouncy, and smooth to the touch. You stroll up and down the pink hills and come across the mouth of a cave, as in a literal mouth with lips and teeth. You enter and are quickly swallowed, tumbling down the esophagus. The ground you land on is soft enough to break your fall, but something snaps beneath. You look around to see thousands upon thousands of limbs, eyes, mouths and other body parts lining the walls. Voices cry out for help. Tears drip from the ceiling onto your face. You now understand where the gems of Homeworld have gone.

The Ore is made up of three main layers: the willing participants/crust who make up a skin-like outer layer, the uncooperative ones or the mantle who form the system of horrible flesh tunnels, and the core which is basically the gems of all the unwilling parties. PS's gem is also in the center of the core because he KNOWS ppl are coming for his ass.

The mantle is the part I wanted to write about. I'm definitely in it for the body horror aspect. And because my brother already got on me about this, no, the CGs didn't know the planet was a gem fusion because it's not reasonable to expect characters to know what genre they're in. They think they're in sci-fi fantasy when they're really in sci-fi horror with fantasy and drama undertones.

There'll be some other plot stuff too like Pearl getting corrupted and turning into a bird, Jasper sacrificing herself so that the others can escape the flesh planet, Connie dying and being resurrected, Steven shattering his own gem which won't really affect him physically but is still super fucked up, etc etc.

Basically I want to write something that someone can reasonably say is the worst thing they've ever read. I want people to be so disturbed by my writing that I get messages from mental health crisis lines. I want people to think I'm deranged.

Hope this clears things up! <3

#steven universe #steven universe fanfic #steven universe fusion #fandom shit #im so normal #i thought about making pearl lay eggs in bird mode but the canon purists are already coming for my ass #even though technically there's nothing in canon saying this can't happen

[aelaer]

I'm probably clogging your inbox with this but, ✨💘🎈 for the ask game? :))

Never clogging! I wouldn't do the ask game stuff if I didn't enjoy replying to it :)

✨ What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

I've bemoaned in the past about how IronStrange fics get significantly more views/kudos compared to gen fics with the same characters, and that's the same story for my fics. The two fics marked "IronStrange" are at the top of my kudos/hits list (with the two crossovers rounding up the top 4), and I used to be a little bitter about that. I accept it better these days, though I do think folks who enjoy IronStrange should also toss more bones to writers who use the Stephen Strange & Tony Stark tag alone, and should rec gen fics in those collections, even if it's a separate category.

But because of this trend, it means that the work I'm most proud of, my Earth-197320 series, gets a lot less traffic than my IronStrange pieces. At this point, though, I am happy that there are still some out there who read gen fic. It'd be super awesome if it was more of a 50/50 split with Stephen fans, but that I have anything resembling an audience does make me luckier than some newer writers because the MCU is not as popular as it was in 2019, when I published a significant amount of my work and got my name out there. (I myself haven't read fanfic since February, so I need to get back into it. Part of why I haven't is that trying to find new gen fic starring Stephen is so difficult and discouraging).

💘 Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Yes, but not in the MCU! I have a large collection of ollllld one-shots that I did as a teenager surrounding book!Aragorn from LOTR. They're still up on older archives, but rewriting them would be fun. I did a couple that are up on AO3, but my LOTR muse simply hasn't returned. And there are fics I'd like to get done for the MCU first.

🎈 Describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? Does it change?

This is a pretty difficult question if you really think about it. I ended up going down a rabbit hole and read this fascinating article about creative writing and style and tried to see where I fit into it.

I know I don't follow all the rules of concise writing, especially with use of adverbs, because I think "said wryly" is a justified use of an adverb if it can be read as straight-forward *or* wry. I'm not sure what an editor would do with my work if I presented it to them, but considering that Ready Player One and 50 Shades of Grey's terrible prose was published without issue, I'm not too fussed about my use of adverbs.

I really enjoy deep dives into the character's psyche, but I always write from a limited POV of usually one or two characters, so we get a limited view of the psyche in general, at least in one chapter. I'm not terribly fond of the omnipotent POV and only wrote it in a comedy, which used it quite well.

I will say it can change depending on the needs of the story, at least a bit. For instance, I usually have a limited third person POV, but I have written in first person and I've written third person omnipotent. I have some description to help set a scene, but scenery is not my forte and it's something I actively have to put my brain power towards to get it done. My most descriptive piece by far was the one from Sherlock's POV due to his very observant mind, and that was a pretty challenging piece.

The narrative of telling the story is a huge part of my writing, but I like to see character growth throughout it, if possible. It depends on the length of the piece.

I think that's enough rambling on this subject, hah.

#darkkitty1208 #ask #answered #my writing #long post

[meeeeeeese]

Tell us about Rugan and Falx, and their relationship? (@commanderhorncleaver)

Warning: long post ahead, I hope you're proud of yourself

So, Rugan probably sires Falx around the several month break between EoD and What Lies Beneath, so he's likely born sometime before or during the next expansion. Falx gets put in the farhar (iron legion, same as he sire) like most other charr, though Rugan makes an effort to be far more present than would be expected among the charr. He tries to be as supportive as possible, for example when he heard that Falx had a talent for necromancy Rugan went away for a month and custom made a training staff designed specifically to boost his magic.

Falx grows up pretty popular, being the cub of a famous charr and able to drain the life out of anyone who'd pick a fight with him, almost every cub at his farhar wanted to be friends with him. Thus began the ego problems as he could clear most training excercises with ease and whenever he ran into trouble his ever dutiful father would always be there to offer support and give him a leg up with some new device he was working on. These issues only got worse and by the time he graduated from the farhar he was convinced he was the best thing since gunpowder

Most charr either buy in to his displays of bravado and think he's the coolest, or they think he's an absolute pillock and don't understand how he could possibly be Rugan's cub. Maybe a 40/60 split between the two.

While Falx can be just the worst sometimes, he isn't without his moments. For one, he genuinely cares about his warband (the claw warband) which is made up of some of his earliest friends, made before his ego ballooned so much, and they tend to curb some of his worst impulses. He also has at least some of the heroic impulses of his sire, if people are in desperate need he will help, even if he'll also use it as an opportunity to build himself up. People who know him tend to be disappointed if he shows up to help because they KNOW that he'll bring it up later as an example of why he's just better than them.

As for the present day relationship between Rugan and Falx, Rugan still acts as a safety net for Falx, giving him and his warband all the best gear and sometimes even joined them on particularly dangerous missions (usually ones it's Falx's fault his warband is on in the first place "yeah sure we can clear out the catacombs, do you even know who I am?"). Rugan's basically trying to keep him safe and be there for him the only way he really knows how, even if a failure or two might be good for his development. For Falx's part he does genuinely appreciate his sires efforts and idolises him to a certain degree, part of his ego comes from him thinking 'well my dad's the best thing since sliced meat, and by proxy, so am I!'. One of the many things that you can mention to set Falx off (including but not limited to; his height, his muscle mass, his fighting prowess, his performance in bed and his tolerance for alcohol) would be badmouthing his dad, he does not tolerate that in his presence.

#moose oc posting #falx ghostclaw #rugan coppertail #wew that was a long post #If you read it all I salute you

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

To My Star 2: We Made It Through The (vaguely rural countryside village) Wilderness

(Spoilers)

I’m glad they are splitting time between their lives. They are talking so much more openly. They are taking care of themselves. Jiwoo has an existence that doesn’t revolve around Seojoon in the village where they will retire to don’t even try me on this and Seojoon has found joy in his acting. And they didn’t do it alone. God, I love this.

More than anything else from these last episodes, I want to talk about the amazing thing the show is doing with the idea of healing from your childhood. They each have to do the work of acknowledging the issue and taking steps to care for themselves, but each helps the other to get there. They don’t fix each other, they support each other as they work on themselves. I just loved all the scenes of them communicating in a healthy way. I wish it had happened sooner, but c’est la vie. Sometimes it takes people a while to get there, and that is okay.

The sequence of Jiwoo deciding to go after Seojoon to apologize and ask for him back, being visibly panicked when he can’t find him, coupled with fears of how he would find him, and collapsing in the woods when he sees Seojoon is safe broke my heart, but between this and the crying from ep 7, we see a wakeup call has happened.

I also just think about how Jiwoo literally fainted from the relief of finding Seojoon unhurt. In the later scenes, we see his growth, his efforts to express himself clearly and openly, but here he involuntarily shows how he feels better than he could ever say.

With Seojoon’s emotional support, Jiwoo gets to cry. I loved that he comes to Seojoon at last and still asks for Seojoon to come the rest of the way to him—he wants it to be their decision together. He gets closure with his ex-girlfriend (her making them couple bracelets is an insanely sweet touch, I’m still bitter she didn’t end up with Da Kyung but I’m glad she heals through the course of the show too).

Poor baby Seojoon. I give the actor and director credit for the staging and brevity of his phone call with his dad—their conversation tells us so much about their dynamic in so few words. His parents don’t really understand his mental health issues and don’t want the “trouble” of supporting him through bad press times. Well he’s got a new family now, you pricks, protective papa bear Kim Pilhyun is probably keeping tabs on this.

In terms of what we learn about Seojoon’s child acting period: I’m sure kids are capable of taking on tough dramatic roles, but they still need the adults around them to guide them through it and look after them. At the very least, he should have had a parent or selected guardian on set, this shows he’s been in rough acting situations from the start and he just takes it because he always has had to. We finally learn about the glass breaking trigger. To repeat what I said for ep 7-8, thanks, I hate it. It makes me furious—as a human being, as an aunt, as someone who’s worked in childcare, I wanted to go hug this kid, this is gross negligence. They just left him, a child of what, maybe 8-10 years old, standing on an elevated set with no way of getting down safely, and you don’t see anyone come running when the light breaks. The sound of glass breaking triggers the trauma of that time, the memory of the glass light breaking as he stood there—he was alone, uncared for, unprotected.

These revelations support why Jiwoo’s particular form of caring helps Seojoon heal his inner child: by being present, through little actions showing that he pays attention, and—as we’ve seen from the start—through his instinctive protectiveness of Seojoon. I’m so glad that it’s implied they are having rough conversations like this one while snuggled up together in the safety of their bed. It’s meaningful too that Jiwoo narrates that glass breaking story—it must have been painful for Seojoon to tell it, even wrapped up in Jiwoo’s arms, and so Jiwoo will help him carry it (I love that even though Seojoon is always hug-tackling and cooing while Jiwoo grumbles, it’s also 9 times out of 10 that Jiwoo is enthusiastically the big spoon when they cuddle—it makes so much sense for them).

I still think the boys need therapy, but it’s good to see them taking care of themselves. The show also shows us the importance of having a strong support network: Pilhyun and Homin are fantastic, and Da Kyung, Yoo Ha and Yoon Seul are queens. They all take care of the boys when they are struggling and the ladies track down the bean-hating little shit who snitched to the news. Can we please have a rural crime-solving lesbian couple spin-off, I’m begging, just hear me out—anyway. Their intervention means Jiwoo gets to be treated as one of the villagers, his parents’ legacy is no longer tarnished, he no longer lives there as a refuge but by choice, and he’s not isolated any longer.

(—and that beautiful moment where Yoon Seul is sitting next to Jiwoo and says so softly that Seojoon is a shining person??? Bc it’s a brief moment of magic and grace between two exes who hurt each other badly but who are now at peace, her words are giving a blessing, an “I see it now, what you see in him”, and telling Jiwoo she’s happy for him without actually needing to say it, and it’s immediately and perfectly followed by Da Kyung going, “damn right, my kid is a treasure”)

We did it, folks. We survived and now I need to go watch this all over again. Give our actors and the director and the staff altogether all the awards, this was phenomenal.

#to my star 2 #to my star 2 spoilers #whomst

[blissfulalchemist]

For your current favorite ship! 😎

How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

I think I'm gonna answer for 2 ships as a treat! So have SibxThanny and AriaxNate Thank you for asking and being a bit patient but I wanted to also show off the new Sib and Thanny banner!

How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

Once together these two fall asleep with one another and cuddle....after Sib has done some part of her nightly routine. Usually this means Thancred is in bed before her, but his arm dutifully wraps around her once she joins him. No he actually never slept technically he tries to fall asleep after her. Sib is a notorious cuddler and with this comes the fact that her partner will end up entangled in her limbs in someway. Mornings are Thancred waking up before her, taking a moment to enjoy her peaceful face and on occasion finding a way out of her limbs to get breakfast and not wake her. They don't have any daily rituals unless they're on the road and needing to camp out then there's some daily tasks that need to be done in a certain order to keep up with efficiency....and fit in the abridged version of Sib's morning routine.

Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Love, honey, shortened versions of their names, sweetheart, and that's about it for nicknames. They don't really stray to far from the standard set of them.

In-jokes really refer to Sib's upbringing and how it effected her early adventuring days. Which is fine she can fire back with his failed attempts with picking up potential partners. They also sometimes poke fun with how things were so difficult between them and it never had to be that way. Also thinking of crazier stories to tell Sib's mother to give her a heart attack.

What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

Lord these two are stubborn and spent so long fighting that once together fights dwindle down to about zero. Their worst fights were in the First and it came to parenting decisions for Minfilia. Thancred obviously loved and cared for the girl and wanted to protect her. Sib on the other side of it saw another girl that had been locked up and un able to live life, wanted her to have more freedom and agency along with having all information needed to make the hard choice she was going to have to make. There was other underlying issues still present between them that made it worse sadly.

Prior just before traveling between rifts it was in relation to who the other was having relations with, the amount of protection one needed, how reckless the other was with their work, not being there for the other, etc. The fights were inconsistent and frankly small hills to die on, they just wanted the other's attention and cared for one another despite claiming otherwise. Like much of their fights stemmed from both not having a certain level of maturity and communicating well enough to get to the heart of things. Thank the gods for the kid because it never would have happened had she not locked them in a room until they both got past the blowing up stage and came to reconciliation.

Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

The only kid they really have (currently) is Ryne. Sib will never claim to be her mother or step-mother, but its there in spirit and if the possibility to have her come back and forth from the First to the Source, she would be named as the inheritor of Sib's fortune and family business. For now that's it though and who knows if that'll change or not. They do grow old together and have more adventures until they can no longer find themselves able to be as active as they once were, but they will always be there to support and mentor the next generations.

How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

These two try to fall asleep at the same time, but you will often find that Aria is working late into the night and falls asleep at the table. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and finding her not there so he takes her to bed, or the couch if she's being stubborn. This was a ritual that happened from before they were even together and simply roommates, she'd be up studying and he'd come out and find her passed out and carry her back to bed. Waking up together when they first dated was her getting ready while he got her coffee and to-go breakfast made since he didn't really have much of a job. Not much changes when they come back together but he's more inclined to want to make her late and just hugging her tighter in the morning. Daily rituals haven't been memorized until they have kids that need more structure and consistency, then there's a morning routine and bed time routine that must be followed.

Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

He's always called her Ari, Ari-dari while she also calls him Natey. They don't have any real pet names for one another that are unique to them as a couple.

What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

These two throughout the years fought about the status of their relationship. A lot of it being born from the fact that Aria felt like she was strung along while he was off doing whatever he pleased, while Nate knowing he was holding on still but he couldn't let go because he had feelings for her and had some kind of excuse always as to just why they couldn't be together. Mostly this ended up with her not talking to him and walking it off a little, but he'd run away and keep his distance thinking that's what she wanted. Which she needed space yes but she also wanted to come back to it and work it all out because she loved and cared about him that much. It never turned into a screaming fight until she made the choice for him to go back to Elena and leave her out of his life for good.

Do they have kids? Grow old together? Split up?

Once they finally work things out and he stops running away they do grow old together and they eventually have two kids. One that was adopted from the same place/area that Nate was, they both walked in and asked for the rowdiest child there and got blessed with the non-blood related Drake child (they got him tested to make sure). The second one was one they had about a year after adopting and she was a little bit of a surprise to them both. They love their children very much and are living a wonderful life full of all kinds of adventures together.

#Thank you again! I hope you enjoy! #x: lover you are pure light #x: you can keep it

[iamtrebleclefstories]

oh i believe in yesterday

Alex sings to the babies in the NICU and thinks nobody knows when in reality, everyone knows.  

PAST

He’s not really sure he picked it up from because Arizona can’t sing for shit and neither could Addison, but Alex started singing to the babies almost as soon as he joined the vagina squad. He didn’t do it often so not a lot of people knew about it at first, but when Alex finally sets his heart on peds, it becomes something he does a lot more frequently. So much, that every kid he sings to gets a different song because they're special and there’s something different they each need to hear. 

He’s especially fond of the babies that their mom is in the hospital due to health issues or babies that don’t have anyone looking out for them. Part of it is because one of the very few memories that he has as a child we’re those of his mom singing to him. She didn’t have the best voice, but every word was sung with so much love and sometimes singing to her was the only way he’d be able to calm her down. So when he heard a crying baby in the NICU, he would pull up a chair and sing a song to the little one struggling to survive. He’d like to think that they know he’s there for them. 

That practice didn’t end when he finished his residency and became a fellow. If anything, it increased now that he didn’t have to split his time between other specialties and got to spend his days around kids all day. 

The first time Jo heard it is after the teen mom abandon’s her baby. They had reached a silent understanding earlier but she was still a little annoyed with how casually he treated the whole situation, as if he had seen it a hundred times before—which Jo was sure he had. But she couldn’t shake how indifferent he sounded to the baby’s newfound loneliness. Deciding that she couldn’t ignore it any longer, Jo makes her way over to the NICU to keep the baby some company overnight only to find that Alex is already by his bedside singing him a song. 

Alex is singing “Yesterday” by the Beatles to the little boy and Jo’s heart just about melts. Suddenly all of the leftover bitterness in her heart dissipates and she finds herself seeing him in a whole new light. 

Later in the future, Jo reveals that she first started falling in love with him that day. When Alex asks in surprise how she knew he did that, she just laughs because literally everyone knows he sings to the babies. He asks why she never said anything and she says, “because we all find it so sweet and we knew if we said something, you’d stop.”

“Who’s we?”

“The better question is who isn't 'we.'"

——————

PRESENT

Jo avoids the NICU and peds ward pretty much at all costs after Alex leaves. It’s too much for her. It full of the memories of major moments in their relationship. It’s where they became friends. It’s where they fell in love. It’s where they’d spend hours together. It’s when they had their first kiss, etc. It used to be her favorite place in the hospital but now it’s just full of pain. When Alex left it lost it’s magic and it became what it was: a room full of kids that are sick or dying. 

When Luna is born, Jo goes to the NICU solely out of love for Val. She wants Val to be able to know her daughter and hopes that seeing Luna through the screen would motivate her to get better quicker. When Val dies, Jo continues going to the NICU because she feels responsible for this baby somehow. 

One night, she pulls up a chair text to Luna’s incubator and sighs at how quiet everything is around her. Due to covid, not as many people were allowed up there as before and right now, it’s just her and Luna. Something about the silence doesn’t feel right and she can’t quite put her finger on it until Hayes pops in to say goodbye for the night. She realizes what’s missing. Alex. 

If Alex were here, he would’ve already sang Luna about a dozen songs. Jo would struggle having to drag him out of the NICU every night to go home and get some rest since he’d want to dote on her and give her all the love she was missing out on. Hayes is a great peds surgeon but he wasn’t Alex. He didn’t sing to sick babies in his free time. 

Jo looks back down at Luna and feels her heart flutter. Well, if Alex wasn’t here to sing a sick baby to sleep, she could do it. So Jo starts singing to Luna and for the first time, she feels like a mom. And despite all the pain she feels over alex leaving her, jo finds herself amazed at the things he taught her. Because even in his absence, he still keeps changing her life.

#jolex #jolex fic #ficlet #head canon #i will go down with this ship #jolex moments #alex karev #jo wilson #luna wilson #team peds #vagina squad #addison montgomery #arizona robbins #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy ficlet #ANGST AND FEELS #angst #hurt no comfort

[fagcrisis]

alright so! im not gonna bother with a very organized post i wouldnt be me if i did but here are my collision thoughts!

i liked the theme song, which sets it apart from dynamite and rampage in that it isnt dogshit. i also liked the set and the presentation, although i wouldve loved if it was more distinct from dynamite (also i miss the tunnels) but overall they made a great job of adhering to the companys aesthetic while making a new distinct looking product. i also was hoping since its live on tnt that they would have different editors, this clearly isnt the case, editing was shit. not a collision issue aew just needs better editors.

i agree with everyone on this, commentary was a little rough. i didnt really know nigel before (i never have time for roh) so i didn't know what to expect and he and kevin obviously need time to figure out how theyre gonna work together, and kevin also clearly struggled with the american format (ad breaks, promos between matches etc). overall it is still better than dynamite commentary and i have high hopes for them! not even Hoarse Corpse Jr at the main could take them down to his level.

i'll admit i didn't fully watch punk's promo at the start, im a notorious promo skipper but i watched most of it, and it seemed alright to me. there was a bit of dissonance between how they seem to be bringing him back as a heel but being in chicago didnt get the response to his speech that he wouldve gotten elsewhere.

super excited about everyone showing up on the show if this is for real a roster split they picked some good fucking people for collision! jurys out on scorpio sky ive only ever seen him with frankie kazarian and i dont like kaz so

all the matches were good, even the tnt match i wasnt at all interested in was kind of like watchable and christian pretending he won the tnt title was really funny so ill let him have this. andrade and buddy were pretty incredible and miro looked fucking huge and awesome so ill forgive tony nese being there. skyewillow vs the outcasts slapped altho i wish they yknow. had more than one womens match. but it was really good skye looked incredible she and willow worked great together and im so happy she got the pin! i really hope skye and willow continue teaming together. also the outcats r much more enjoyable when saraya is not there, i love their over the top heel antics tbh

the main was good! sadly i dont give a shit about ftr and juice so it was kind of a struggle but they are good (well ftr are) i just dont like em. anyway punk looked good he was moving well and i thought it was well paced and everyone got their due time in the spotlight (being in the ring w punk)

overall this was a very solid start to this show, obviously we know aew can put on a good show but its the question of whether they are able to keep this momentum going. good wrestlers and a nice new look doesnt make the show good immediately, so im a little hesitant to say anything more about its impact right now but i had fun

#can u tell that i was mostly interested in skye lmao #galléros fecó naplója #wrassle