#shame to see them go but they gotta know what they're getting in for later BEFORE we get there

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Lord give me strength. Just had to (after sitting on it for a while) respond to a comment on my fic to tell someone I'm gonna be sympathetic to Alicent & have very different opinions on some of the characters (in the nicest & most diplomatic, "I am not addressing all of this" way possible) so they could make an informed decision on if they want to keep reading this absolute behemoth.

#personal #fic: sins of the father #'i hate Criston in every fic he is in' babe hasnt DONE anything in my fic #'luke is the only one who felt bad about what happened to Aemond' babe WHERE? #'yorick would be neutral in the war i think since you dont seem explicitly team black' #he would rhaenys to satan for a chance to kill daemon in cold blood #is team black so starved for nuanced fic #that they will ignore me not condemning alicent as an agent of the patriarchy/not writing nyra as a pop feminist #and sprinkling in Rhaenyra being so selfish & entitled she thinks she can own her boy cousin/play as ella's self insert in games #and being critical of corlys & viserys #JUST to have someone treat the velaryon siblings & aemma with respect & approach everyone with enough care to make them ACTUAL CHARACTERS? #bc i had kind of assumed i was pretty obviously green leaning with the whole #'fuck viserys & daemon. all my homiee hate viserys & daemon. i am going to disrespect them every time theyre here' #Lord #shame to see them go but they gotta know what they're getting in for later BEFORE we get there #bc i feel like if they can ignore it till its OBVIOUS (driftmark) then they'll have sunk too much time just to get slapped in the face with #'anyway stan alicent' #y'know?

[writegoblin]

Michael Myers Headcanons

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I've super been in the mood to write lately :3c I've been pressuring myself to come up with like. Something cohesive. But nah. I just wanna get a lil silly.

SFW

- When you first meet, it's because you moved into Haddenfield. Illinois has like, three cities everyone moves to, so for you to pick a tiny town-- and Haddenfield of all the tiny towns? Something had to be wrong with you. Something Michael needed to investigate.

- In reality, you worked for a niche company that signed a contract with a Haddenfield hospital. It wasn't anything complex. But you're complex to him.

- He just quietly breaks into your home every once in a while if the mood strikes him. He's not always out murdering-- he's gotta case the houses, too! So, of course, he's taken the opportunity to break into your house the ONE night you had to do overtime.

- If you have pets, he mostly avoids them. If they're aggressive, he'll find a way to lock them up. It would be a shame to hurt you so deeply this early on after all. So Brutus can get locked in a closet for now <3

- You become more aware of his presence because he starts taking items. In a weird way this is also how you get to know him. A lot of old out of state memorabilia or souvenirs go missing. Pictures of strange places. Anything that's odd or unique looking. He might start taking hobby items just to see how frustrated you get.

- Once you two actually confront each other, it's a little bit like those old movies about the wild animal getting adopted by a human? Where at first it's like "oh god oh fuck big scary!!!" And then you flash the light on the silhouette and you see "oh you're actually just a pathetic little meow meow." That's him.

- The reason he's so meow meow is for the first time. His curiosity is winning over his blood lust, giving him sort of a clear head. He likes spending time with you cause it lets him actually think about things. You don't rush to judge him, so he experiments with himself more. (And also with you, in a way. It's how you bond!)

- I mentioned this in a previous post but I'll say it again here: he's the type to do something for you if he can reason that it benefits him. He puts you to bed because if you don't sleep early, you can't make him breakfast. If you don't eat, you get moody and THEN who will drive him to the weirdly 24/hr thrift store?! Fucked up.

- He's weird about physical affection. Some days are better than others. Some days, he's very cuddly, actually. And by cuddly, I mean leaning against you in a bid to get you to crawl into his lap or put your arms around him. On his bad days though, he gets flashbacks to the hospital. He feels like a wild animal in a cage.

- Speaking of, his bad days are when you don't see him. You're a safe space. He can't defile a sanctuary like that. If he's approaching a bad day, he might be more distant, standing in doorways and halls just. Staring. From then on, it's a matter of time. All you can do is fix whatever breaks in the aftermath. If you try to touch him, he'll leave.

- Quickest way to his heart is food and nursing. Did you just feed him pancakes after patching up his gash? Oh, heavens--

- He doesn't fall in love easily per say, more like he will trust you a bit more willingly. The love part comes FARRR later when you've seen his worst and his best, not to be corny.

NSFW

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- Before y'all met, between Halloweens, he's doing petty crime. Lots of theft. He steals magazines. You know where I'm going with this.

- He knows what he likes and he doesn't like. He has an idea of stuff he'd like to try. Lots of fantasies, not much experience save for the occasional vouyer moment.

- When you come around though, and you become sexually comfortable with him, he wants to experiment. That's kind of his other way of saying "I love you."

- Loves. Rope. Frog tie is best because he can kinda make a show of lifting you in front of a mirror and the face you make when that happens is-- *chef's kiss*

- Sadist, naturally. But I think he likes both pleasure and pain. A bit of a darker headcanon but sometimes he feels like he's stabbing you when thrusting. Your cries and mewls and erotic hollers spurring him on. Your orgasmic cries bring him back down. His own orgasm brings him back. He's him again.

- He loves intimidating you. If you're shorter or weaker in any way, he loves backing you into corners and making you feel small.

- If you're aggressive, he loves a challenge too. In fact, if you're into play wrestling he might be down sometimes. It wakes up this primal instinct in him that needs to pin you down. And he likes a good challenge.

- He's very thick. Very long. I'm thinking 8", uncircumcized, upward pitch. Bit veiny too if im honest. His first load is always stupid big.

- If you're a squirter, 🫡 it was nice knowing you Mr. President--//shot

- Once he gets the basics down, and you two start experimenting, and that happens for the first time, it is his goal. His duty. To make sure it happens every time.

- He has a third dense for your arousal. He's good at reading body language (he scares you sometimes, with how easily he can read your thoughts), so sometimes he'll wait until you're subtly showing signs without knowing. Wiggling your hips, sighing, taking off layers of clothes. And when you least expect it, that's when he'll get you.

- Low key has a thing for pheromones, I think. Like musky scents n all that. The scent of arousal. He loves eating for that reason among other more obvious ones.

- If you want him to be submissive, it will take lots of convincing. You'll have to catch him when he's in a more receptive state-- when he's reflecting on himself. He'll be more open to the idea then.

#michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #michael myers #slashers x reader #slasher smut #slasher headcanons #fuck it i wrote this at 4 am time to pass out lol

[doxypsychlean]

Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings:Aemond Targaryen × OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language(more will be added later on, gotta come up w it first)

Multiple Chapters

Next chapter/s: 2 , 3 , 4

Thou shan't repost/ copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/n: Last time I posted on here was eons ago, can't believe I'm back. Anyhoo, I want to see that twat Aemond get his ass kicked by a hot demon chick who just so happens to be from Asshai (Gawd, I love that place sm)

"And where is she?"

"Your Grace, no one has seen her since her arrival. Nor has anyone seen her men".

"I have heard tales of the Asshai'i ,they're an odd people. Live by their own means"

She didn't ever hear her lord husband's words. Queen Alicent scanned the throne room once more, in hopes of spotting her son's betrothed somewhere in the crowd. She could see the young prince's face in the corner of her eye, cocky grin on his face. Nothing but a mask, something to hide the anger that was bubbling inside. Alicent knew her son well. He was not happy with the news of the betrothal his mother had arranged for him. Surprisingly, he consented. As stubborn as he was, he knew it would be for the best to have Asshai as an ally. And yet, he couldn't help it but feel annoyed at this scene his betrothed was causing. The Targaryens hosting an entire feast in honor of the union and the other half wasn't even present.

"Ser Criston, send out a search party. Find them and have them brought here immediately."

"At once, Your Grace."

"That won't be necessary, Ser Criston. Alicent, that's enough. We cannot insult our guests like that, especially not our soon-to-be daughter-in-law. We'll wait."

Viserys didn't understand. Or simply did not care.

"My husband, they are insulting us! First they do not present themselves at court, now they refuse to attend the feast. What will the people say once they hear our own son's betrothed would dare show such disrespect not only to her future husband, but to us as well! To you, my King!" The Queen reasoned "We cannot have that, she must be brought here at once!"

King Viserys only shook his head. He would not have his wife spoil this feast by letting her have the Asshai'i dragged into the throne room as if they were some common criminals.

"Alicent, I said enough!"

"So...brother... Looks like you won't be meeting your betrothed any time soon, aye?" Prince Aegon delivered through hiccups and drunken laughter, patting his brother's shoulder in pretend consolation. "Such a shame, you didn't even get to meet her before she ran off..."

"You're drunk, you don't even know what you're saying."

"Well, of course I am drunk! I'm happy for you, brother! I want to celebrate your marriage! That's why we're all here, right? To celebrate!" Aegon's attention quickly turned to the young servant that was pouring more wine in his glass. After a few seconds of ogling the poor girl, he turned back to his brother "That is, if there's even going to be one."

Aemond had learned to ignore his older brother through the years. Very little of what he said had any meaning to it. However, that bastard could still land a hard blow from time to time.

"Not to worry, brother! I'm sure we'll find you something...eventually" Aegon bursted into a fit of giggles and more hiccups.

"Do not pay him any attention, brother. She will come" Helaena, their younger sister, offered with a warm, reassuring smile. "Stone melts and vines envelope the cold of the night. The bat's teeth shatter as it bites down."

Aemond offered a faint smile in return, while his brother rolled his eyes at his sister-wife's words. Aegon gulped down his almost full glass and signaled for the servant to pour him another one, then turned back to his brother.

"Save it, brother. I care not for anything you have for me."

"Fine, fine. I was j-just trying to chee-"

The loud music, the buzzing of the crowd and his family, his brother's meaningless chatter,it all dissappeared at once. Even his anger dissipated. The world around him quieted down as Aemond looked over to the main entrance.

There stood a stunning young woman, surrounded by about a dozen men. Her shimmering black dress was in total contrast with her ghostly complexion, hugging her figure perfectly. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes not moving to look at anyone or anything around her. Blood red lips moving ever so slightly, she was talking to the man on her left. If he weren't staring at her face, Aemond would've no doubt missed it. She was stunning.

Her men were all covered in black as well. The group stood out like a sore, gloomy thumb. Just like their lady, they were all staring ahead, blank faces and eyes not blinking. Ever.

Suddenly the prince could hear his brother's chatter again. But that was it. The music had died down, so had the crowd and the remainder of his family. Now they were all hushed whispers and wandering eyes.

"Lady Vessard of Asshai! The Ubiquitous Thorok Ainū! Master of Shadows!" Someone's voice stated for all to hear.

"Why is she alone?" The prince heard his mother whisper, seemingly to herself.

"Lady Vessard!" King Viserys rose to his feet, the rest followed. "I hope your journey was pleasant!"

"Indeed it was, Your Grace."

Her words could be heard through the entire throne room, her voice ringing off the high walls, tone flat and words firm. She was moving towards the table the royal family had been sitting at, at unnerving calmness. Her men following close behind.

"My Queen, my King."

"My lady! I'm glad to have you with us at last! We were starting to worry, no one had seen you since your arrival in the capital earlier this morrow." Queen Alicent said.

"Ah, yes." The young woman replied. It was obvious the Queen was expecting some sort of apology. She was not going to get it from her though. "My companions and I decided it'd be best we get familiar with the city, seeing as we'd be spending a large portion of our time here." The woman in front of them said just as calmly.

"I may be the drunk one here, brother, but at least I know I ought to stand up in the presence of a lady." Aemond heard a faint whisper coming from above him. He looked up at his brother. Then around the room. Everyone was on their feet. All except him. He was so smitten with this mysterious woman, the king's second born son didn't notice the people around him stand up as she approached.

Aemond slowly rose to his feet, his chair dragging on the floor with a screech. He winced mentally. The woman's eyes immediately turned to him. She didn't say a word, just stared. Two incredibly large, incredibly black eyes staring at his blue one. Still not blinking. As if they were drinking him up. The normally confident prince averted his gaze.

"Oh, yes-yes! I don't believe you've met my son..." the King began.

"No, I haven't." the woman interrupted. "Prince Aemond." She nodded her head.

Silence. Then a small nudge on his left. He spared his brother an annoyed glance, Aegon was practically shrugging his shoulders at him and the woman in front of them.

"My lady!" The Prince shot at her loudly. She knew his name, and yet he had not even the slightest of an idea who she was.

"It's good to meet you at last."

"Yes,yes it is."

By this point, the whole room was staring at the pair. Observing the rather awkward moment the two were sharing.

Her men's demeanor had changed completely however. Suddenly they were all smiles, all knowing eyes.

"My lady!"

"Prince Aegon. Princess Helaena." Small nod of her head. A smile towards their sister.

"We've heard tales of your beauty, my lady and I must admit they come nowhere near the truth!" Aegon said loud and clear, as if he had completely sobered up in less than a few minutes.

"You have?" She asked playfully, her gaze returning to the prince Aemond. Then they turned to the empty chair on his right.

"My lady" Aemond was quick to get the hint. He circled around the table and stopped in front of her, hand out. She was at least a foot shorter than him, long black hair and sharp, yet somehow soft features. The lady flashed him a toothy smile,dimple appearing on each side of her face. Long fingers found their way around his forearm.

Aemond walked them both over the table, while also trying to prevent himself from stumbling over his own feet. As he even so gallantly offered her the chair next to him, he took another look at the men that were escorting her. They hadn't moved an inch. The same smiles from before still plastered on their faces. The prince sat back down.

She looked at him and then at her men. With a short wave of her hand the dozen men in front of the table dissappeared in small puffs of black smoke, gasps from the people in the room following short after.

"Well, shall we have some music then?"

King Viserys said as he looked over at his son who was staring with amazement at his future wife. He had yet to learn of the true powers the Asshai'i possessed.

The throne room came back to life. The heavy air around them was no more. Aemond, even if not by much, felt slightly better than he did few moments before. Both in soul and mind. Like a heavy curtain he wasn't aware of previously, suddenly got yanked from in front of his face. Everything seemed brighter, even the music was louder than before. He could've swore he could make out the conversations of the people down below them.

"Oh, Prince Aemond..."

His head snapped towards her so fast, he winced a bit. He hoped it went unnoticed. It didn't.

"Yes, my lady?"

She let out a soft laugh. To him it came out as a song. One he'd love to hear over again and again.

"Seeing as we're soon to be wed, I think it best you call me by my name. Rebonna."

"Rebonna." Prince Aemond whispered to himself. Then he realized what he did. A blush crept up his face.

This did not go unnoticed by the lady either. She laughed again, her eyes lighting up a bit.

"Yes, Rebonna."

She smiled, red lips pulling back to reveal white, sharp teeth. Aemond offered a small smile in return. The young prince was so consumed by her mere presence, he missed how the light dissappeared from her eyes and how they darkened by a few shades. The fact that she hadn't blinked once through this whole encounter slipped his mind too...

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #sucker for hot demon ladies #really ooc for that dude #powerofblackmagicig #sueme #he just like me fr

[starlene]

Assorted Moulin Rouge! Stockholm thoughts:

I think it was Thalia's guidance that led me to the front of the balcony in this performance. You see, I've never been a fan of Moulin Rouge! the movie (mostly because of the way it's edited – the music video kinda style is too fast for me; it already feels like that inside my brain all the time, I don't need any more of that in a cinematic format), and though I've listened to the Broadway cast recording a lot, I wouldn't call myself a fan of the musical either. And yet, when they announced the Stockholm production, I knew I had to go to see it.

So, thank you, Thalia, for your guidance and blessing. The show absolutely slapped all the way through.

However... as I said, I'm not a MR! fan, so this point has probably been made a million times and I just haven't seen it, but: the love story in this is... kinda awful, right? Like, I know it's the whole point that Christian is young and naïve and goes mad with love, but oh man, when he goes full young werther near the end and the dying woman has to talk/sing him out of committing suicide in front of a whole audience of people... dunno, I just think he could've handled Satine's rejection a whole lot better, right?

Also, to me, the story would actually be more touching if Satine wasn't dying quite so actively. I know it's an adaptation of La traviata, I know their use of the dying courtesan character archetype is very deliberate – but even so, to me, it would feel more tragic if Satine had to leave with the Duke in the end, living a rich but empty life as his mistress, with only the memory of her and Christian's song left of her true love. There must be fanfics like this, I gotta go read them.

Anyway, I'm not watching and loving this for the story, I'm watching and loving it for the vibes. And the vibes were 100% right in Stockholm. It's not a serious show or something to be taken seriously at all, it's just kitch and glitz and glamour and fun, but with just enough of a dark edge to keep it interesting to me.

Speaking of Satine, though: as @veilingofthesun wrote, Marsha Songcome was made for the role. I don't really have any insights about the character or the performance (it's hard to analyse perfection), I just want to point out that she was just right for the role.

I promised you Harold Zidler posting, so here goes: I'm in love with Morgan Alling in the role. Like. It's not very girlboss feminist of me, but can't help it, middle-aged musical men are my kryptonite. I knew this was going to happen, and here we are. Alling has such a kind energy somehow, and it suits the role surprisingly well! We're creatures of the underworld, we cannot afford to love my ass – he so clearly loves Satine, not romantically of course, but loves her nevertheless. There was something so real/human about the character to me. I gotta see this again just so I can analyse him further.

Also loved Alexander Larsson as Toulouse-Lautrec. What a voice! And Fred Johanson as the Duke of course – he does a great villain and his voice is to die for, just shame about the awful wig.

Currently, MR! the musical is running in Sweden, Norway, and Denmark. They're not Broadway replicas, but they're all replica productions of each other, directed by Anders Albien (+ co-directors from Norway and Denmark, I think). Seeing how they've all premiered a couple of weeks within each other, I'd love to hear about the logistics of the thing – how did the creative team manage three simultaneous productions? (Also, why is Finland not a part of this so-called "Nordic production"? Or might we be getting our share later on? I've no doubt whatsoever that MR! is coming to Finland soon, but I'm curious to see if it'll be this production or something else.)

They sung in English but spoke in Swedish. I understand this musical must be an absolute nightmare to translate, and here, since both of those are foreign languages to me, it didn't bother me too much. But if they do the same thing in the eventual Finnish production of MR!, I think I'll have a bigger problem with it, since having to switch between my native language and a foreign language feels more awkward.

tl;dr: Moulin Rouge! Stockholm slaps and I have to see it again, who's coming with me?

#Moulin Rouge! #Nordic musical theatre

[deathlygristly]

I like reading posts on here because they help me realize that my experiences and my perceptions are not at all universal.

One thing I keep noticing in popular posts here is shame. It seems to go along with the ever present "we were told" that I've never understood, because I was never "told" anything. If I try to think about being "told" things, all I get is that my mother likes to say things like "We're all born good and when we die we all go to the happy hunting grounds" and "Men like to think they're telling you what to do, so you nod and smile at them and then you do what you were going to do anyway."

And it's not like I don't experience or understand shame! I mean, like, I went through a couple decades of some pretty bad self-hatred and toxic shame. It's just the sources of the shame and how I dealt with it vs what I see in popular posts are so very different.

Like English class trauma. I don't know if it's No Child Left Behind or very different cultures or what, but from what I remember of my English classes there was never any expectation of "only one way to think about this story" and horrible bullying if you didn't think about the story in that one way. I don't remember anything that would cause lasting hangups about books and reading and media interpretation and criticism. As far as I can remember we just hung out and had fun and laughed a lot and sometimes cried because we got really into the stories.

And then there's stuff about life in general. I'm pretty sure a lot of it is class differences. When you grow up around factory workers there's not a lot of exacting expectations around appearance or achievement. Not even for me, with my SAT scores in 7th grade that qualified me for Duke's TIP program. Yeah, my mother was upset when it turned out breezing through working class rural schools did not prepare me well for middle class academic environments and I ended up getting an associate's degree, but she got over it pretty quickly.

Gotta go now, but I want to work my way through this thought some more later.

One quick thought before I go do the mail: It makes me think of historical kdramas and how yangban (noble) women had all these really strict horrible rules and restraints and dire consequences for things like a man accidentally touching them or being outside the walls or not killing themselves after their husband died if they didn't have a son.

And then the lower classes had other problems of course, like getting enough to eat and finding shelter and escaping abuse and murder at the hands of the yangban, but they at least didn't have as many silly little rules with extreme consequences for breaking them. At least not when they weren't around the yangban. As far as I know, of course, and I need to do more research, but really I think that's a pattern in most cultures.

The more social status you have the more rules govern your behavior and the more strictures and expectations you have to deal with, especially if you're one of the lesser privileged members of the high status group like if you're female or disabled or whatever. But if you're lower status, sure, a lot of things are going to suck and meeting your basic necessities will be harder, but at least you aren't going to get horribly shunned for not knowing some esoteric rule about silverware or dress or something.

Anyway, really gotta go now.

#long post

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

I just saw that you spammed me (I love it) and I’m returning the favor.

Which AEW guy do you think gets really jealous and how do you think they handle it? What do they do when you get a jelly belly?

*Clap Clap* Let’s Go

I am standing backstage, laughing about some joke Ethan Page just told. We have already talked about our love for Power Rangers and collecting toys, so now he tells me funny road stories about him and my man, Eddie Kingston. Like that one time their car broke down and they tried to hitchhike, but no car would stop, so they made an attempt of acting like sexy damsels in distress. And failed miserably.

It actually takes me a moment to realize I am being watched. By Eddie. He is standing a bit further down the hallway with Moxley, trying to focus on what the other has to say to him. I smile at him and give a little wave, but all I get in return is a frown. I look back up at Ethan and excuse myself before moving over to my boyfriend. "Hey." I say to him before greeting one of his best friends. "Hey Jon."

The tall man grins at me and we talk for a bit. But I can't help but notice Eddie is being unusually silent. When Mox leaves, I turn to Eddie and smile up at him. He doesn't return my smile though.

"What's wrong? This is the first time you bring me along to work with you, and you're in such a bad mood."

He scoffs, but puts his arm tightly around me. "Just stop flirting with the guys."

"What?! Flirting? With Ethan?! Your friend Ethan, the very much happily married with two kids Ethan? That I have known for quite some time now? You're ridiculous, Eddie."

He narrows his eyes at me. "You think this is a joke? You clearly are his type. and that creep Parker has been eyeing you too."

"Eddie"

"Don't 'Eddie' me. Just stop."

It's my turn to scoff now. "Whatever, EDWARD. This was the first AND last time I'll visit you at work. If you don't mind, I'll go to catering to get some cake. Alone, because apparently I am not allowed to talk to anyone besides you and Mox." Without waiting for him to say something, I do as I just said - go to catering, grab a bite - and don't talk to anyone.

It takes him a few minutes to calm himself down and follow me. As soon as he enters catering, my eyes are glued to him. I can tell he feels bad. Rightfully so. He walks over and sits across from me, trying to sneak a piece of my cake. Usually, I'd let him have it, but not now. "Go get your own."

"Don't be like that, Kitten. I'm sorry."

"Don't 'Kitten' me, Edward. I really don't know what your problem is. Ethan wasn't flirting, he was being nice. I haven't even seen Parker today. And even if any of the other guys were flirting, you think I'd care? Fuck no. You wanna know why? Because I got the best of them all. I got you, Eddie."

"Yeah, but one day-"

"What? I'll find someone better? You gotta be kidding. All I ever wanted was someone like you...and it's a shame you don't see how great you are. But right now, your insecurities are ruining my fun. Our fun. We should be making fun of the Young Bucks' choice of clothing, and laugh about the shitty jokes Jon always cracks."

Eddie smiles at me before moving from across me to the seat next to me. He pecks my lips, then takes my fork, puts a piece of cake in his mouth and looks over to the Jackson brothers. "They're a fucking train wreck, right?"

I smile up at him, in love with how his beautiful eyes changed from worried back to the playfulness I love so much.

"Like the circus clowns all got wasted last night, had a nasty orgy and sprinkled their clown cum all over their rompers."

Eddie's laughter echoes throughout the area, and it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

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A few days later, we are back in Yonkers, just strolling around before getting some street food. As we turn the corner, two females squeal before approaching Eddie, telling him how much they love him and his work in AEW. He smiles politely and....starts flirting?

The women laugh about every fucking word he says, and ask for an autograph and a picture - which I have to take.

I reluctantly take their phones and take one for each woman before they decide they want another with both of them.

They move real close to Eddie and cling to his sides, and I notice Eddie wrapping his arms around both their waists. As soon as he notices my death glare in his direction, he moves his hands away from them, and lets them hang to his sides.

The two want more pictures, but I tell them we have places to be. Then I grab Eddie's hand and drag him along with me. He doesn't even get a 'goodbye' out before I pull him out of earshot.

I can tell he wants to say something, that it didn't mean a damn thing, and I do know he's right. Eddie might be a flirt, but he's faithful.

It still bothers me that these two bitches didn't even care that I was around. And that he didn't mind either.

"Kitten, I-"

"I don't wanna talk about it, and I don't wanna hear your lame excuse. Let's get some food and then go fucking home." I say before finally letting go of him.

He can tell by the way my jaw's clenched that I am really pissed. Usually, it helps when he says something funny. It always cheers me up. He's hilarious.

So that is exactly his plan. He tries to make me laugh while we wait in line, while I order our food, and while we walk back to our place.

I can feel getting less and less angry by the minute, and I don't enjoy it.

"Eddie, stop it with the jokes. I want to keep this level of anger until we're home."

"Why?"

"Because angry make-up sex is the best sex." I say to him, a frown still on my face.

In return, I get a sly grin from my man, before he grabs my hand and starts power-walking back to our apartment.

Eddie Taglist: @eddie-kingstons-wifey

#the best girl asks i answer #inbox trades are the best part of tumblr #aew imagine #all elite wrestling imagine #eddie kingston #eddie kingston fanfic #eddie kingston imagine

[adobe-outdesign]

I was looking through your old asks and I found a Spamton Pokémon Rating and I gotta say, it's a shame that most people only know him through his Deltarune cameo. Kinda like how people only know Ridley from his Metroid cameos rather than his original appearances in Pokémon... speaking of which have you done Aerodactyl yet? That’s the first Pokémon Ridley equivalent that pops to mind lol

Aerodactyl is okay—though I'll admit, it never did all that much for me. I think it's just because I feel like I've seen this kind of wyvern-style pterosaur dozens of times before, and it's just not as interesting as actual proper pterosaurs (though granted, the Japanese word for pterosaurs is "winged dragons", so that might've been intentional). I'll get into this later, but IRL pterosaurs were some of the weirdest prehistoric creatures out there, and I would've loved to see that worked more into this design.

I also feel like the colors hurt it a bit. There's nothing wrong with the purple, but when the entire palette's monotone with no real markings it ends up not really having anything to make it pop. Even just a different color for the wing membranes instead of just a slightly darker purple would've been something.

And just to clarify, what we got isn't bad; I think the head's a bit too big for its own good, but its otherwise serviceable. I'm also always a big fan of correct membrane-style wings (correct in the sense that they're anatomically plausible; IRL pterosaurs had rounder wings and no thumbs), and the arrow tail is a nice touch. It's just that, at the end of the day, it feels less like a unique prehistoric creature and more like Charizard 2.0.

I'll give mega Aerodactyl this: It does at least attempt to fix some of my issues with original Aerodactyl. The colors are slightly improved—using the addition of black to add some much-needed contrast, darkening the wing membranes, and even making the eye color more vibrant. It's also more of a unique design, feeling like it has something to differentiate it from other dragons/dragon-like pterosaurs.

However, I can't say I love the rocks, either. First, they create some visual awkwardness; the ones on the stomach aren't needed (a dark underbelly to match the wing membranes would've worked fine), and the "beard" only makes the head look even more oversized. The ones on the wings, back, tail, and hind claws look fine; if they had just stuck to those ones and maybe the ones on the ears, it would've looked a lot less messy. Also, why is the tail flatter?

But secondly, those rocks bring me to my second point: mega Aerodatyl doesn't really have an interesting direction. It's just regular Aerodactyl, but Pointier(TM). There's almost something interesting going on with these 'dex entries:

None of the fossil Pokemon are properly reconstructed, as emphasized by most of them having rock-typing. The idea of mega evolution restoring a fossil Pokemon to its original prehistoric form is perfect. The problem is that the idea presented here for Aerodactyl's original form is... rocks. Even if we assume Aerodactyl was always rock-type and that wasn't a side-effect of it being resurrected from a fossil, its true appearance just being the same thing With Rocks is just... not that interesting, or at least as interesting as it could be. (Plus it raises some logistical questions. Like, why does it have proper wing-hands it can walk on in the improperly restored version?)

I point this out because, if you didn't know, pterodactyls are extremely weird:

Look at that. Equal parts ridiculous and terrifying.

My point is that I would've liked to see mega Aerodactyl lean more into IRL pterosaurs for inspiration if that's what they were going for. Give it a more elongated face, rounder wings, longer neck, etc. And some pterosaurs were quite colorful. Adding in some red and blue accents and darker stripes would've been a great way to really make the original purple palette pop:

Anyway, overall, original Aerodactyl is fine, but it feels somewhat generic, and the monotone colors make it feel washed out. The mega attempts to fix a few things, but ultimately creates more problems and doesn't really take full advantage of its concept.

Also, final fun fact that I found out while researching this: There is an actual IRL pterosaur genus called Aerodactylus that's named after this Pokemon. Because scientists are as nerdy as the rest of us.

#aerodactyl #mega aerodactyl #pokemon #pokemon reviews

[cha-melodius]

Not to drag the mood down but this is something I think about a lot:

Napoleon is with Illya when they find out JFK got assassinated.

Napoleon is not a patriot but this would not leave him unaffected, Illya neither despite it being the *American* president. I wonder how they would cope with the shock? (I mean given they are already in an established relationship by then)

Do you know that you sent this ask in a year ago. A YEAR. I'm so very sorry that I sat on this for that long. My ask box would get filled up and emptied, and occasionally I would catch sight of this one down there. Ah! The JFK ask. I figured, a year later, it's time to finally answer this.

For all that I thought I had little to say about this, apparently I had the ability to ramble a lot. SO. No guarantees this makes full sense, lol.

I think I put it off because I have so little sense of how this would go for them, tbh. I'm not sure I agree that Napoleon is not a patriot (I think I've talked about this on the discord before). I think he has a very complicated relationship with his feelings toward his country at the time of the movie. He volunteered for the army at 16, meaning he had to forge documents to get in, so he had to really want it. I suppose you could headcanon that he was running away from something—a bad family situation, perhaps—but I tend to think of him as being kind of idealistic at that age, tbh. He was gonna go fight Nazis and do something with his life.

Following the war, he obviously stayed in Europe and probably was 1000% more jaded by politics and governments. But then. THEN he gets caught. Recruited by the CIA. But he doesn't just work for them. He becomes their best agent. WHY? Illya asks this question in the movie and comes to the conclusion that it's shame for his criminal past. Yeah, right. Napoleon has no shame, certainly not about being a thief. Probably a lot of his motivation is pride in his work, and the simple fact of wanting to be the best, but I think that some part of him still wants to serve his country. I don't think he buys into to the America is the Greatest Dogma, but I do think he is unabashedly American.

So when his president gets assassinated... shock, disbelief, anger. I can actually see him being angry in a way that surprises even himself; he doesn't want to be, wants to think he's above it, but he is angry. Illya tries to offer his quiet support (more on that later) and Napoleon lashes out at him—of course he's fine, why wouldn't he be, one politician is the same as any other, he doesn't care. For Illya, if we're assuming they've been together for a while and thus, probably, that Illya's been living and working in the West for a while, it's just gotta feel weird. As much as I feel unequipped to guess at how Napoleon would feel after JFK was shot, I really cannot guess how a Soviet agent would feel. FWIW I also feel like Illya has a very complicated relationship with his own patriotism.

So JFK gets shot (btw, I had no idea before this that Oswald lived in the Soviet Union for a time and married a Russian woman? I really don't know much about this history), how do they deal with it? Honestly? Poorly, lol. Neither of them want to talk about it. They just want to pretend like nothing has changed. As I said above, I think Illya would try to be a good partner/boyfriend and offer his support, but Napoleon would brush him off, which probably would create some tension between them.

They're also shaken, they don't know how this level of upset in the American government will play out. What if Johnson's policies greatly changed the relationship between the USA and the USSR? How would that affect them? How does it affect UNCLE? I can picture them fighting because Illya worries he's going to get recalled to the KGB and taken away, that they'll be enemies again, and Napoleon just insists everything will be fine. This of course irritates Illya because he feels like Napoleon isn't taking it seriously, while Napoleon is absolutely freaking out inside about the possibility of losing Illya, but burying it under a flippant exterior in that way he does. Probably it ends up blowing up in some big argument with some cathartic breakdowns, and they come out of it realizing/confirming how much they love each other. Also probably come out of it with the understanding that if shit DOES hit the fan, they're running away together.

All right, I think that's all I have to say, lol. I sincerely apologize for taking so long to answer this... when it got to like 10 months I might have figured I'd just wait until a year had gone just for the heck of it. 😉 And apparently I did have some strong ideas once I sat down and forced myself to start writing them out!

#napollya #tmfu #the man from u.n.c.l.e. #the man from uncle #headcanons and aus #napoleon x illya #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #asks and answers

[machifuwa]

World's Most Beautiful Mirror | Episode 6

After school, the same day

Shinobu: .....

Yuuta: ...Hey, Shinobu-kun.

I already told you to stay out of this, didn't I? It's for the better.

I'm going to spit in the faces of the higher-ups in this industry. You wouldn't want to be on the side of someone like that, right?

It'll damage the signature of "Ryuseitai", an ally of justice, y'know. If you turn out to be as bad as I am, your "Ryuseitai" might despise you too.

You wouldn't like that, right? Nobody wants to play the role of the bad guy, after all.

Go home.

Shinobu: ...Ninjutsu: the art of hiding.

Yuuta: What?

Shinobu: Yuuta-kun is now under my ninjutsu and will now start acting in the opposite direction.

In fact, what you're seeing right now is just my hallucination, and the real one is behind the combination over thereー

Yuuta: *hits him*

Shinobu: Ouch! N-No to violence!

Yuuta: I didn't even hit you that hard. If you were Aniki, I would've jump-kicked you.

Shinobu: Violence is not a matter of degree! Whether you hit hard or weakly is equally evil!

Wait, aah, I wasn't hit at all.

Fufufu. Stupid Yuuta-kunーyou didn't even realize that you hit me on the wrong spot? How shameful.

Yuuta: What are you getting at? Look, you're starting to piss me off like any other people, so why don't you just disappear from my sight?

You know, using your ninjutsu and stuff. One poof then get lost.

Shinobu: Ninjutsu is only used to escape from enemies.

And, Yuuta-kun is not my enemy.

Yuuta: Right now, you're using something called the art of hiding. And since you're using ninjutsu at this very moment, it means that you think of me as an enemy, right?

Shinobu: Ah... Y-You're wrong! The art of hiding is an exception. It's used only with allies. I'm telling the truth!

Yuuta: Whatever~ I know nothing about ninjas.

Shinobu: If you're interested, I can teach you a thing or two about them! Ninjas, I mean! I can talk about them with you every week, since they're basically my favorite!

Yuuta: I don't want to be stuck with an Otaku's pointless and long conversations, though.

Shinobu: Ahh, he ran away! Wait, Yuuta-kun!

Fufufu. You're shallow if you think you can escape ninjas that easily...!

Yuuta: (...What the hell was that?)

(Why does he keep coming after me? Even though I said some really harsh things that would make him want to vomit from self-loathing.)

(Why do you care? Is it because we're friends? What friends?)

(What would a normal kid like him know? A normal kid who was loved by normal parents, who went to normal schools and made normal friends.)

(I don't understand...! Why was I even born as a special childーwho doesn't even understand such ordinary things?)

1 hour later

Yuuta: (Fuu... I somehow got away from him.)

(Shinobu-kun, I gotta admit, I had a hard time because you were persistently chasing me, you were surprisingly fast and seemed to be good at tailing...as expected of a ninja.)

(But I've also got my share of chasing! I've always played tag with Aniki since I was little, after all!)

(That one time when he did something stupid and I just got mad so I started chasing himー)

(...Thanks to him, I had forgotten about all the bad stuff. Even if nothing was solved, it would have been somewhat refreshing to catch that Aniki and put him through so much pain.)

(That's how I've always healed...by sandbagging my own brother.)

(I felt satisfied in making Aniki the symbol of all evil in the world and beating him into pulp. "Yeah, I'm on the good side compared to this kid"ーthey say.)

(I'm on the side of justice, they say.)

(But. This is no good, I'll just end up feeling sorry for "Hinata-kun" in the end.)

(That's why I'm going to be the devil this time.)

(No, from the very beginning, the one who has always been evil wasー)

Shinobu: Yu~uta-kun ♪

Yuuta: Hiyeaaaahhhh!?

Shinobu: Woah, what a scream you got there. Don't tell me you never noticed that I was behind you all this time?

Hmm. I'm afraid that my art of concealment is more advanced than I thought.

Yuuta: ...What do you want.

Come to think of it, I'm currently disguising myself as "Byakuya Aoi" so, how'd you know that it was me?

Shinobu: Fufun. A ninja's eyesight cannot be fooled! It's obvious at just a glance!

Yuuta: When you first met him, you were like "Who!?" and panicked, though?

Shinobu: ...Yuuta-kun, do you want some ice cream?

Yuuta: Huh? It's winter, right?

Shinobu: Ice cream in winter is still very special. Every year, new ice cream products for such customers line up in convenience stores and other places for them.

And I'm one of those people who gets excited and buys them every year.

Yuuta: Hmm...

Shinobu: ...I've always wanted a friend whom I can talk to about these not-so-important things.

Yuuta: If you wanna talk about that stuff, you have "Ryuseitai", don't you?

Shinobu: We've...got a lot of problems.

We don't really stop talking about work, or the future of the unit, I'll end up having a stomachache and won't be able to eat ice cream.

Yuuta: I get you. In my case, not so much now, but before, my family, friends and colleagues...they were all Anikiーso if we get into a fight, it's gonna be really bad.

The whole world would be so dark. As if it was always night. I couldn't see a thing.

Shinobu: I know.

I want you to talk about all that, important and not-so-important things. I...want to know more about Yuuta-kun.

Yuuta: Do you meanーyou're gonna be a bad guy with me?

Shinobu: Nope. I'm still a member of "Ryuseitai" who stands alongside justice, so I can't get involved in any wrongdoing.

Yuuta: Then, this conversation is officially over~

Shinobu: I won't let it end. I'm not going to become a proper hero if I overlook evil, and I'm not a proper human being if I abandon my friends in distress.[1]

I'm just a mere coward and I don't think I can do bad things together with Yuuta-kun. I can't really sympathise because I have never thought about wanting to take revenge on someone.

Yuuta: .....

Shinobu: Even so, I might be able to help Yuuta-kun defeat his enemies in a different way. I'll use my head for that, and I'll do whatever I can to help him.

Even if Yuuta-kun doesn't want that, "I'll" still do it.[2]

That's my decision.

Yuuta: This is really selfish. Why am I always surrounded by people like you.

Maybe I...could have been selfish like you. I could have been angry at "me" for being a bad guy, for disobeying my parents, and other precious peopleー

It's not like I was forbidden for acting normal like everyone else to begin with...

Shinobu: It's not like anyone was forbidden to do this or that in the first place, you know.

Yuuta: Yeah... Can I have some ice cream too?

I don't like sweets that much, but when I saw it, I wanted to try some.

Shinobu: I don't really mind, but I'm not treating you, okay? Pay for it.

Yuuta: Eeh~? Shinobu-kun, you're too cheap~!

Shinobu: I've already told you many timesーI'm broke.

Yuuta: .....♪

Shinobu: .....♪

Notes:

Surprisingly, Shinobu started talking here in a more 'normal' way, without the "degozaru"s.

Shinobu finally used the first person pronoun "Boku" here, which Yuuta seemed to prefer from the past episodes.

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Season: Winter

Translated by machi

#ensemble stars #enstars #shinobu sengoku #yuta aoi #yuuta aoi

[rynnaaurelius]

2 for the end of year asks!! :]

(Ask post HERE)

Hiiiii <3

2. favourite fic of the year 

I read too much fic. Hmm. Shit. We're turning this into Ryn's AO3 Wrapped: The Non-Embarrassing Version (Not An Exhaustive List At All). These were generally judged by how many times AO3 says I chose to re-visit them at 1AM and sob.

For screenreaders: Titles are hyperlinked, I'm @'ing the authors if I know they're on tumblr)

If they choose to see this: Hi. I think you're awesome. I'm just tagging you so people can find you #OnHere. I hope your Friday is rad. :)

Give him time by @obiwanobi personally came and murdered me when I went on another Star Wars kick back when Kenobi came out in June. Loosely canon-compliant, Obikin, and for big fans of characters who decide to re-work reality to bring the person they love back. Also, tragedy.

Accidental Baby Acquisition, which is basically What We Do In The Shadows + Baby. Carries the show tone off really well, is funny as hell, and features one of my favorite OCs ever in later installments in the form of Guillermo's sister Valentina.

The Uses of Adversity because I fell down The Sandman rabbithole like everyone else and "Crime Master!Hob", and this somehow became a comfort fic? He rescues Dream while imprisoned by Rodrick's son and it all spirals from there. Great characterization, great OCs, and there's a sequel happening!

Viable Alternatives, a House of the Dragon AU where Laenor exists to be more than a sad gay and artificial insemination exists! Big fan of how Rhaenyra doesn't get softened here and the Velaryons get more to do.

Time is a River was a real surprise to find, it's a time travel PJO AU that I thought was really fun--it makes Percy/Hermes work for me, which was a shock--and I kinda hope the author finds a sequel in them some day, (No pressure, of course; it was a gift to someone else, but also, it's rad and I want more).

I started reading Preserve or Raze by @foxyatlas before 2022, but the list doesn't feel right if I don't put it on here. It's a PJO AU where Percy winds up at Camp Jupiter, post-the original series, but I feel like it's cheating if I reveal the additional twist. Suffice to say, it is epic, has lots of shenanigans and worldbuilding, and I'd recommend it over Blood of Olympus anyday.

a girl who sees it all is super short, but it's a great Annabeth Chase bit, and I gotta include it.

Space Between is a Star Trek AOS one-shot in which Jim ruminates a lot in first person POV (I know! It's great! It works!) and looks pretty with his shirt off while Spock saves the day--as canon tends to go. Eventual love confessions ensue.

Went on a biiiig X-Men movies kick this year, which is the excuse for The Tower and the Hurricane being on the list. Set in a post-X-Men: First Class world where Magneto proves right and human-mutant war has ensued, and Xavier takes the school to his sanctuary. Lots of pining and tension set against a potential apocalypse, it's good times.

shoulder the sky (and the fic it inspired) is a fucking amazing Star Wars series featuring a lot of Obi-Wan whump, lot of pain, and a lot of the clones doing their best as the Jedi try to keep their shit together. 12/10, would watch everyone suffer again.

and we're gonna sing it again and again is the best Our Flag Means Death fic I have read, go argue with a wall.

kidnapping bruce wayne 'verse by @frownyalfred makes me laugh every time I read it, and is basically what it says on the tin: Bruce gets kidnapped a lot, he inevitably grows on the henchmen who are always contracted to kidnap him. There's a lot of unreliable POV in regards to A, the fact that Bruce is Batman, and B, Bruce is getting railed by Superman on a semi-regular basis, and it is prime comedy.

I regret nothing putting hand in unrebloggable hand (we go down together) on this list. Enjoy.

i won't be shamed by you is basically Buffy the Vampire Slayer is except Spike is really into reality TV and gradually infects the Scoobies with it. Background canon relationships, but the point is that Spike is invested in The Bachelor.

let not time deceive you (you cannot conquer time) is a modern The Old Guard AU where everyone is still immortal but Nicky is a millennial college student, with a lot of pining, lot of grad school and Catholic Church criticism, and a lot of angst. Also, Quynh shows up towards the end and she's a fucking delight.

I am not just recommending as wise as heaven and crueller than hell just because one of the stories was gifted to me by you. It's also fucking amazing PJO and possesses superior Nico and Luke characterization.

#i got an ask! #ryn speaks #fic recs #star wars #buffy the vampire slayer #wwdits #batman #the old guard #pjo #heroes of olympus

[ya9amicide]

The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter eleven

♡ newsies masterlist ♡ previous chapter ♡ next chapter ♡

summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

“So,” David says, “why Jacqueline?” They sit on the fire escape, still talking the night away.

Jack shrugs half-heartedly. “Well, I don’t got no family. Least not one I care about. So, I wanted somethin’ of my own. Francine Sullivan sounds too snobbish anyway. Jacqueline…I like Jacqueline.” She looks over to find David listening to her intently. “When I became a Newsie, I just shortened it to Jack.”

“So…What should I call you?”

She huffs out a silent laugh. “Jack is still fine. But…It might be nice bein’ called Jacqueline now and again. Jackie too.”

“Okay, Jacqueline.” They share a soft smile and David shifts, feeling something in his pocket and remembering Denton’s article which he had shoved in there earlier. “You know, I’m not the only one you’ve touched.” He took out the paper. “Denton’s story.” When She doesn’t say anything, he starts to read the paper. “‘'The men who run this city are terrified of the Newsies strike because other child laborers in the factories and sweatshops are hearing the message of the Newsies leader. In the voice of Jack Kelly, these children hear strength and pride. Most of all, they hear hope.’”

Later, Denton reads the same part of the article. “‘And that is what terrifies the powers-that-be, for they know our city thrives on the shame of child labor. Therefore, Jack Kelly's voice must be stopped, whatever the cost.’” He stops reading. “Damn good writing, isn't it?”

Jack listened somberly, moved by his words. “All them sweatshop kids are listenin' to me?”

“They think if the Newsies can do it, why can't they? All they need is a leader.”

“The minute I show my face, I'm back in the Refuge.”

“You'd have help this time. I've been investigating the Refuge. I know somebody who's going to be very interested in Snyder's little racket.”

“Whatever happens, it's Jack's decision,” David says. “She's the one in danger.” They all look over to her and see her deep in thought.

Les steps up to her. “Jack? You thinkin'?”

“Yeah…I'm thinkin' of Newsie Square full of kids.”

David seems to know exactly what she’s thinking and picks up on her thoughts. “Another rally, right under Pulitzer's nose, and not just the Newsies-”

“Every workin' kid from every sweatshop in New York. We gotta get the word out -- let's go get the Newsies…” She stops, trailing off. “They still think I'm a scab…”

“I'll tell 'em you was a spy!” Les tells her.

“How're you gonna reach all these people?” Denton asks. “No paper in New York will print anything about the strike.”

Jack smirks. “We're Newsies, ain't we? So we make our own paper.”

David shushes her. “Be quiet and let me think.”

“Whattaya need to start a paper? Writers, right? So we got Denton. What else?”

“A printing press,” Denton intervenes. “And no paper or printer is going to defy Pulitzer.”

The others look discouraged but Jack starts thinking again. “Les. Go set me straight with the Newsies, okay? Tell 'em to meet us later at the World Building.” Les races off on his mission and David and Denton look questioningly at Jack. She shrugs. “So happens I know a guy with a printing press.”

The huge presses pound out papers and a loud thudding rhythm shakes the building. Jack leads David, Denton, and Les down the stairs with a candle. “They're right above us, and if Weasel catches us, it won't be just me they'll throw in the slammer.”

Denton heads straight for the old press, checking it over expertly and Jack directs the others to the ink and paper.

The other Newsboys start making their way in and out of the room to offer their help.

“All right,” David says, getting everyone’s attention. “Here’s how it’ll work: as we print the papes, Race, you’ll let the fellas in and they’ll spread them to every workin’ kid in New York. After that…”

“After that it’s up to them,” Jack finishes.

“So…,” Race says, sidling up next to her. “Francine, huh?”

Jack cringes slightly at the use of her real name and the other Newsies quiet down to hear the conversation. “Please, don’t call me that. I’m still Jack, just…”

“Just a pretty dame this time ‘round,” Romeo says, batting his lashes at her playfully.

She plants her palm across his face and pushes him away with a chuckle. “Zip it, Romeo. I’se still the leader of the ‘Hattan Newsies,” she pauses, remembering her brief stint as a scab. “I-I mean, if you’se will still have me?” She directs the question to all of her boys in the room, worry and self-doubt lacing her tone.

“Yeah, sure thing,” he says. “Just no more secrets, okay, Jackie?”

“Mmm, no promises,” she jokes, earning a playful slap on the back. “C’mon, back to work, these papes won’t make and deliver themselves.”

“I bet after all of this you thinkin' you'd like to take a shot at my schnozz, right?” Race asks her. “Five to one says you can't break it.”

Jack laughs and gives Race a quick hug as they climb onto the wagon.

“The cops are looking for Jackie,” David says. “We gotta protect her.”

“Any bull comes after Jack, they gotta go through all of us,” Kid Blink punches his fist into an open palm.

Boots spots the bundle of clothes that Jack has with her. “What's with the bundle, Jack? Ya leavin'?”

“Santa Fe bound, Boots. But not without givin' Pulitzer one last kiss goodbye.”

#𐙚 sfw ! #newsies movie #newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies musical #newsboys #jack kelly #female jack kelly #crutchie morris #morris delancey #oscar delancey #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #david jacobs

[land-of-holly]

The southlands! Isildur! Numenor! Galadriel! Elendil! That's the two storylines we're getting this episode, isn't it.

GAUNTLET. Love that dirt. Ooh, what dark magic is this?

I so want to know how many of these guys Adar is actually the dad of. It could be a lot.

He sure can give a speech wow

Like it's a flat out fascist speech, but, ya know, they're not animals

GIMBATUL!

Still not sure why the evil sword sculpture is in the elf tower

Adar continues to be suspiciously silent on the subject of Sauron

Here goes thr plan! Good job Arondir

New theory: Adar is Turgon

The Numenorean soldiers are sleeping cheek by jowl, but those ships STILL look like they must be bigger on the inside.

Galadriel CAN be a good commander when she tries

Don't ask personal questions about people's mothers

I suppose this show has enough bad bitches, they can be allowed ONE dead mother

Map!

I likw the look of the Numenorean battle armor

Hitting it a bunch is not gonna work, Arondir. Guess he can't be good at everything

I swear I'm not slut shaming Bronwyn, but I like her little shawl-thing. Makes her outfit look more put together

Another one for the "light" motif

Ah the old, "you'll be their protector" ploy

I am SO TORN as to whether Theo is Arondir's son or not. There's so many reasons to think he is, but Arondir and Bronwyn simple do not strike me as two people who have already slept together

BIG DAMN KISS

The ranks of orcs always follow the path of the land, giving them a strong "flowing water" vibe

Get that woman a Bic!

Are the torches for intimidation/source of fire? I bet the orcs don't need them to see.

Wow I would have expected a wood elf to have better falling off of roofs skill

His karate skills are top notch though

Eew, right in the eye

Wow that final struggle went on forever

I mean, the guys fighting on the orc side certainly weren't holding back

Bronwyn duck!

Bronwyn's the only one who has npc levels and can survive getting hit with an arrow

Fortunately, Bronwyn got hit in the upper chest, famously a place where no important body parts live

Medical drama!!!

Oh gosh AND they're field cauterizing the wound? I should get out my bingo card

Bronwyn makes such wonderful pain faces, the acting is magnificent

Nah, this is not a dramatically appropriate place for her to die.

Yeah I would have passed out for a minute after that too

Adar!!

HERE THEY COME!

Like the hand of God. GLORIOUS!

Galadriel is as big of a drama queen as Sauron when it comes to horse color

Why is it full daylight where the Numenoreans are? Are they still in the past?

Don't give in to threats, Arondir!

Is it actually there, though?

It is? Arondir, you couldn't have at least taken it out of the village?

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO NUMENOR!

Remember: stab, twist, THEN gut

Ontamo! The Meriadoc Brandybuck of Numenor

Don't worry Isildur. You'll have time to go completely dephalagulatingly nuts later.

Horse chase! Through the woods!

Oh thank god the horse is okay

Oh no his other hand ow

Uh insight check on Adar not knowing who Halbrand is. Unfortunately the Sauron hints keep piling up. If you wanted to see it you totally could.

Besides, we gotta question this guy

I love that Isildur is the shortest of his friends. Take that jrrt

When she was a child? So, the ORIGINAL orcs? SWEET

No not his kids!

"Healing" Middle-earth. Oh "perfect order", yeah, that sounds like Sauron

Oh yeah the evil spirit magic experiments

Oh my god that's adorable. He didn't just split with Sauron because of power rivalry, but because he loves his kids

"Split him open"????

Doubt.

THEY ARE CHILDREN OF THE ONE SAME AS YOU

Galadriel, God doesn't make mistakes :(

IN YOUR OWN MIRROR OH MY GOOOOOOOD

Whoa, chill girl. Don't let him bait you like that

The thing is, it would be so easy for Halbrand to be merely what he seems (well mostly). AND YET.

Yeah there's no motion toward each other. They just look at each other and talk about their personal growth. No sexual tension detected.

Bronwyn go lay down. You're not well enough to stand up yet.

Miriel you inherited your power, what does that say about you

Lord Halbrand? I didn't vote for you

If you miss feeling powerful, Theo, might I interest you im a nice ring?

Oh yes, throwing the evil artifact in the sea is a wonderful idea

Where's the sword??

Still don't know why the sword goes there

Oh shit are they gonna flood the whole town??

Uh it's not Isildur's pain that's bothering Berek either guys

Awww father son hug

Heeeere it comes

Yikes are they gonna sinkhole the town? Is that what the tunnels are for?

Udun? Oh fuck

Fucking volcanos, how do they work?

GTFO guys!

You can't stop phase one

Take shelter where???

Is Galadriel having PTSD flashbacks to the Dagor Bragollach or what? Move, girl!

ADAR NO! Man I hope he lives.

#rings of power #rings of power spoilers #rings of power s1e6

[warriorsofsplatsville]

Alterna, Part 4

"Is this. Garbage?" 

As the group arrived at the next island, Mirage looked at their wristwatch. "Yep. This place is called 'Landfill Dreamland'. Sure smells like it." They held their nose. "There's also a signal here." 

They quickly switched over to the Alterna logs to check on its status. "Still pretty corrupted…"

It was strange. Normally Mirage wouldn't find themselves running down a rabbit hole, but this stuff, involving humans, was genuinely interesting to them. They wondered if they picked it up from somewhere. 

"Incredible. There's bound to be plenty of human relics in these mounds. Time to get to work." Vulture pulled his gloves on, eyeing around for his first location. 

"Gross! Have fun with that." Sandy gagged. "Mirage, this totally isn't because I want to be off this island as soon as possible, but we should hurry and clear the fuzzy ooze and see if Cuttlefish is here!!"

"Yeah, let's go."

When they were about a quarter of the way done, they could hear a radio crackling to life. 

"Is that Dal's radio?" Sandy whispered. 

"...No, it can't be. He's way over there." Mirage pointed behind them. "This is someone else…."

The two trekked to the end of the rubble, and pressed their backs against the shipping container. 

"What's their status?" A raspy voice coming from the radio asked. 

"They're more than halfway through the islands. They've split into two groups. One group which has a Mr. Octavio is keeping a base at Future Utopia, and the other half should be coming up to Landfill Dreamland." The person holding the radio responded. Their voice was light and airy, yet their tone was cold and cruel. It sounded familiar…

"They're making too much progress."

"Another thing….there's a kid. I think they're called Mirage. They look just like her. The Human Research Company's lead scientist. Meaning she had a kid, and that kid is here." 

Mirage furrowed their brow. They looked just like a human research scientist? Does that mean…?

Was this scientist their mother?

"That's less than ideal, agent. I want that all taken care of, and fast. Don't let me down like the last two times." 

"...I won't. Agent Ambys, out." 

"Ambys?!" Sandy exclaimed, and Mirage hurriedly covered her mouth with their hand. 

But it was too late. She overheard her outburst, and turned around to see the two adolescent cephalopods. 

"You! I met you both in the plaza. I knew you were trouble." she snarled. Instead of her iconic popstar look, she wore a black agent suit, with a gas mask fitted over her face, and a sleek black charger in her hand. 

"What do you know about my mother?! How do you know…me?!" Mirage exclaimed, Sandy surprised by their shouting. "Who….are you?"

"I'm no one, not to you. As for your mother….well, she's out of the picture, so it's better you don't ask any questions, kid." She chuckled. "Not like it matters now. You're a compromise to my mission."

"What mission?! Ambys, I thought you were a loving singer….what happened to inspiring everyone to be their very best?!" Sandy whimpered. "You're my favorite artist!"

“Please. Singing is nice, sure. But you have to agree it makes a nice cover-up, yes? Especially for what I gotta do to you. It’s a shame…you do seem like a nice girl.”

She brought the charger upward, and aimed the reticle at Mirage’s forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.”

As the two cowered back in fear, they see a bucket being chucked through the air. It hit Ambys on the head with a ‘ka-dunk!’.

“Ouch! What the hell-?!”

They all look to see Plat standing there, out of breath. It appeared like he was just running. “Leave my friends alone.”

“Tch. You know what? I don’t have time for this right now. I’m busy tracking someone else down as well.” She growled, lowering her charger. She brought out what looked like a grappling hook and fired upwards into the sky. “I’ll come back for you runts later.”

Ambys quickly zipped up and out of sight, leaving them standing there in silence. 

“I told you Deep Cut was better.”

Sandy quickly looked back up at Plat, and a big smile spread across her face. “PLAAAAT!!” She exclaimed as she hopped up and rushed toward him, giving him the biggest hug possible. “I’m so glad you’re okay! I-I was terrified something happened to you!!”

“Sandy! You’re safe too!” He laughed, hugging her back. “Mirage! You seem to be doing great as well!”

Mirage bashfully looked away. “As well as I can be given the circumstances.”

“So, uh….do you guys know anything about all this?”

Mirage and Sandy catch him up to speed…

“Alterna? Last of the human species? Deadly snow? Seems like I missed a lot…” Plat groaned. 

“All we have to focus on is clearing more of the fuzzy ooze out and rescue Mr. Cuttlefish! And then get the heck out of here…” Sandy exclaimed. 

“Yeah. The next signal is way up there.” Mirage pointed to the large building in the distance.

“Alright, mission clear. Let’s blow this joint!”

So the three, now reunited, continued on their path…

-

Finally, Landfill Dreamland was cleaned up. Of the Fuzzy Ooze, at least.

As Mirage walked alongside the others, they spaced out. They couldn’t stop thinking about their interaction with Ambys. Who was she? What was her mission? How does she know them, and by that extension, their mother?

…Just WHO were they?

“Mirage.” Plat elbowed them, snapping them out of their thoughts. “It’s time.”

Mirage looked ahead to see the boss kettle in front of them.

Mirage and Sandy went to step forward, but Plat jutted his arm out, stopping Sandy from going. “Hang on. I sense….something fishy. Something sharky.” 

“Sh…sharky?” Mirage raised an eyebrow. 

“Plat, you don’t mean…there’s a shark down there somewhere?”

“No doubt about it. I know shark scent when I smell it.” He looked over at Sandy and cracked a smile. “Hey, why don’t just Mirage and I go in? We can take it.”

“But….what if you need back up? Or something happens to me??” Sandy gasped. 

“Relax. We’re just enough fire power, I guarantee it. And you have Gravitational Pull and….the human guy to stick with ya!”

“Still….”

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Sandy. Trust us.”

She looked up at him and nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “‘Kay. I trust you.”

“Let’s get this over with Mirage. I can sense this is going to be interesting…”

Mirage and Plat entered the kettle, Sandy wishing them good luck. 

The area they arrived in was similar to the arena that Mirage had encountered Frye in, except the center platform was completely surrounded by a sea of blue ink. The structure in the background almost reminded them of….a bank?

“WARNING: NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL BEYOND THIS POINT.” ORCA began to repeat, just like last time.

“Yeesh. Does that get annoying?” Plat looked back at them. 

“I have a feeling it’s going to be.” Mirage groaned.

The two super jump into the ring, and we’re met by an eerie silence. 

“I don’t see Mr. Cuttlefish….maybe that’s our cue to leave before–”

A maniacal laugh rang out across the arena, and walls of iron bars suddenly dropped down from below, trapping them there. 

“We get caught in any trouble.”

Shiver, the cool-yet-calm Octoling of the band Deep Cut, dropped down from below. They fan themselves, piercing the two with their eyes. “Well, well, well. I never thought I’d encounter you guys. I was sure Frye would be able to take care of you…”

“Shiver from Deep Cut….why is my shark smelling radar going off the charts around them?” Plat muttered to Mirage. 

Recognition filled their gaze. “Hey, aren’t you…Lord Plat? From the Yako noble family? What are you doing all the way out here?”

“Noble?” Mirage stared at Plat. 

“I’ll explain later.” He shrugged them off. “And to you, Shiver, that’s none of your business.”

“Hmph. Well anyway, the treasure is ours. In case you haven’t heard, the Splatlands belong to US. Including all treasure.”

“Do you really want the treasure, though…? The one we got after beating Frye was…..kinda dangerous.”

They snapped their fan closed. “Dangerous or not, it’s most likely worth a fortune. And I’m not going to let two teenagers swipe it from us. MASTER MEGA!! IT’S TIME!!”

Jumping upwards out of the ink pool, a massive shark made its appearance, and Shiver hopped on its back. Plat gulped. “I knew it!!”

“Let’s see how long you can survive against me and Master Mega!”

The two began to swim around them in circles, and though Mirage was able to land a few hits by chasing them around, they couldn’t keep up. 

“If we chase them around like this, we’ll only get dizzy…”

“Then fight like a shark.” Plat told them, looking back with a confident grin. His sharp tooth was protruding from his mouth. “Wait for the right moment, then strike!”

Mirage noticed how…shark-like Plat was. That just made them all the more curious about that nobility talk. But for now, it was fighting for their lives.

So Mirage and Plat let Shiver attack, getting ink slashed at them by Master Mega, and dodging at the right moment. This kept going until Master Mega made several ink whirlpools that extended upwards, and hopped on top of them. 

“They’re just even more out of range!”

“Be patient…”

“Get them!!” Shiver laughed, and Master Mega fired off three lasers from its mouth, which the two had to avoid to prevent being splatted. Master Mega, after firing its attack, tiredly panted to recover.

There was a shimmer in Plat’s eye. “Mirage, throw Buddy at it!”

“Are you crazy?! It’ll just eat it!”

“Trust me, Mirage.”

Trust. That seemed to be something they’ve always struggled with. But Mirage needed to learn how to trust here and now, to avoid being killed.

With all the strength in their arm, they lobbed Buddy at the shark, and it flew into the mouth of Master Mega. 

Master Mega froze, and in an attempt to spit out the Smallfry, it fell off the whirlpool to the arena below. It was enough force to knock Shiver off.

“Ugh! Owough….” they groaned, holding their head.

“Now! Attack!”

Mirage quickly fired the Hero Shot at them, and splatted them. 

“You got it!!”

Shiver stumbled back against Master Mega, opening their fan to cover their face. “Hmph. You’re not bad at all. But this isn’t the last you’ve seen of Deep Cut.” 

They pull out a smoke bomb, but trip and accidentally drop it on the ground. “Yikes-!!”

Shiver and Master Mega are sent flying into the air. “AAAAAAAAH!!”

“Twice now…”

Mirage looked at Plat, and he looked back at them, the biggest smile plastered on his face. “Told ya you could trust me.”

“Yeah…” Mirage had to force the smile forming back down.

The iron bars lifted, and a ledge extended from the far side of the room. A launchpad appeared in the center of the arena. 

The two take the launchpad to the ledge, where the next piece of treasure was.

“It’s a seat. Of some kind.” Mirage looked it over. “These treasure pieces do not look like any good kind of treasure…”

“Well, uh… Cuttlefish isn’t here, and you collected some treasure already….so hey! Finders keepers! Our treasure now.” Plat hummed. “C’mon, help me get this up and out of here!”

“Alright…”

Mirage and Plat dragged the seat out of the chamber, and Sandy lit up upon their return. “Hey! You’re back! And okay!! And with another very strange object!!”

“Yeah, new treasure, I guess. Cuttlefish wasn’t down there either.” Mirage explained. “We only have one signal left to check out. He’s gotta be there.”

Sandy waved down Gravitational Pull, and they began the process of radioing in home base about Cuttlefish and the treasure.

“Plat, about being nobility…” Mirage asked.

“Ah, right. I come from a place of nobility from Octo Valley. Sandy’s family served mine, and that’s how we met. Family was very ‘pure-blooded’ Octolings only, so when we found out that I was an illegitimate child, part shark, they disowned me….Sandy came with me, and I can never thank her enough for that.”

“Hey. we’re friends. I’ll never abandon you.”

“But regardless, I know Shiver. They were a popular songstress in the valley until about seven years ago when they went up to the surface. Master Mega is their mentor. I’ve met him on occasion. I knew that he’s also a very strict vegetarian and fish is NOT on the menu. I wouldn’t have said to throw Buddy up there otherwise.” He put his arms behind his head. “See? All worked out in the end.”

Mirage nodded. “Hey, thank you for keeping Buddy’s safety in mind. I….I appreciate it. It means everything to me. And I guess I should apologize for not trusting you before, Plat.”

“It’s all good. I don’t exactly blame you after our rocky start.” He laughed. 

“Alright, they’re gonna grab the treasure, and I guess we'll keep going.” Dal walked up to the kids. “Hang in there. We’re close to Mr. Cuttlefish, I’m sure of it.”

“And then we’ll scram!” Biela added.

“Sounds…..good.” Mirage sniffed the air. Something smelled….fishy. But not the shark kind like Plat was able to tell from.

“Mirage?”

“It’s nothing. Probably all this garbage getting to me…let’s hurry and go to the next island already.” They huffed. 

As the group pressed onward to the next tunnel, a fierce set of eyes looked at them from within the waters of Alterna.

#//ic #//mirage #//sandy #//plat #//ambys #//dal #//biela #//Gravitational Pull #//vulture #//shiver #//deep cut #//story #//spoilers #//splatoon 3 spoilers

[spideyskrunkly]

Death's Work of Art (Ch. 1)

Criminal Case Fanfic (Fan Case)

Characters: GPD, ocs for suspects

Warnings (for ch1): Gore, swearing, mentions of drugs & some... uh, child death mentioned

June and Jones didn't like the idea of having to find one of the bloodiest murders. But, then again, it's their job.

There was a painting of a rose.

But it was... chopped. With two cuts. But they're different. Inside the painting, the cut separated the rose from the stem. And on the outside of the painting, there was a more lively cut with blood.

Only the cut with blood was not apart of the painting.

Under the painting was a body. With no head. Only a body.

"What. The. Fuck." June couldn't stand the image of everything. He and Jones had been through crazy stuff together, but this was berserk.

"A chopped off head, that's what the fuck!" Jones had more of a reaction, pointing to the corpse.

June was lost in the crime scenery. "There's a wallet next to him." June picks it up and goes through it. In there, he finds and identification. "His name is Jeffrey Simmons. He seems to be... a lifeguard at the beach?"

"Maybe we'll go there later then." Jones was also having a look around the crime scene. "Aha! A phone. Seems like it requires face identification, but with our situation, eh... . Let's get this to Alex and see if he could look through it. And be sure to get the body to Nathan, he'll know what the hell kind of magic was used for the head to be chopped off."

"Good idea. In the meantime, there seems to be a photo in here and it shows that the victim had a girlfriend? We should identify her in our (idk what it's called)."

Jones pulled out his... thing to identify the person. Red hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Then appeared a name. "Diana Wu. Seems foxy."

"Shut up." June playfully pushed Jones a little. "Maybe we should have a talk with her."

"Adress is... ×."

-

June and Jones went separate ways. Jones went to the beach, June went to see Diana.

Knocking on the door, June saw the door opening to find this Diana Wu with her pink shirt with black stripes and blue gloves. "Can I help you?" She said in an annoyed kind of voice.

"Diana Wu, was it? Unfortunately, we found your boyfriend, Jeffrey Simmons dead this morning. He was decapitated." June didn't know how to handle telling people about losses sometimes, he would let Jones do that.

"Eh. What a shame. Is that all?"

"... Ma'am, he's your boyfriend, correct? I didn't expect you to act like that."

"Because he's my ex. He cheated on me with some tramp who happened to be ugly as fuck. Not only that, he would always want to pick some sugar over his own babe."

"Sugar?" June looked a little puzzled? "Care to expand on that?"

"Y'know? Coke? Like candy snow? Like..." she pointed to her nose.

"Oh. Uh... other than that, do you know anyone who would have hated him?"

Diana thought for a second. "Actually, now that you mentioned it, there was this one gal named Sweetie McKenzie. Real babe, that doll." A dog barks behind in the background. "Quiet, Georgie! Has red hair, just brighter and curlier, wears that red leather jacket. Careful though. She may seem sweet, but she bites. You can find her at the Mixy Bar."

"... Noted. That's all I'll need from you for now, thank you, Ms. Wu."

-

Meanwhile, Jones looked around for clues and saw a pair of sunglasses with some smudge on them on them.

"Might as well collect a sample and send these to Grace." Jones used his sample collector and kept it in the tube. Then his phone rang.

"Yo."

"It's Alex. I checked what's on the phone and it had an image of your killer!"

"Lovely. What's you find?"

"Unfortunately, I couldn't get a clear shot of it. But I did find some traces of red hair in the shot."

"So our killer has red hair. Thanks, bro."

"No problem. Hey, you should play thia game with me later! It's about three criminals who make heists and have separate lives and well, like, kill assholes. It's called, 'Money Stealer Cars V!'"

"Sounds violent and fun, but maybe later. Anyways, gotta go!"

Jones hung up his phone as he entered the car. When he got in, he dialed up June.

"Oh, what a coincidence, I was gonna call you to pick me up. We have a new lead at the Mixy Bar."

"Perfect, I was gonna get a sample to Grace. I'll get you on the way, then we'll head to the station to drop it off together, then we'll head to the Mixy Bar."

"Sounds perfect."

-

After the plan, they arrived at the Mixy Bar.

"... Nice place." Jones was looking around.

June looked for thee descriptive details of Sweetie. "There she is!"

Sweetie was what Diana had described.

"Ms. McKenzie!" Jones called out to her. She noticed.

"Hello! Just call me Sweetie!" She stood up and walked over to the two men. "What can I do for you fine gentlemen?"

"I'm Captain June and this is Inspector Jones. We have a couple questions for you."

"Of course! What's the cake for me?"

"The... what now?"

"The cake! It's my way of saying 'What's the tea'."

Jones spoke. "'The cake' is that Jeffrey Simmons was murdered in his mansion last night. Decapitation."

Sweetie spoke. "Look, Idk what kind of soda this 'decapitation' is, but the dude was gonna be murdered one day." She took a sip of her beer.

"Not a soda." June stated. "It means his head was removed from his body.

"Oh. Well, I don't have to see his ugly face anymore." And she took another sip proudly.

Jones and June looked at each other and then back to the suspect. "It seemed like you may have hated him as well as I talked to a certain Daisy Wu did."

Sweetie started to giggle. "Oh! Daisy. Quite a lovely dove. She and I play private horsey sometimes. I would let her tickle my ti-"

"Ok! We... get the picture. Uh... thank you, for your time, Sweetie. Go easy on the beer." Both gentlemen walked out of the bar and head into the car.

"So, let's recap." June pulled out his notepad. "Daisy and Sweetie had hatred for Jeffrey as he was a cheater. It seems that being murdered was not a suprise for anyone but him."

"Thankfully, we have note that the killer has blue gloves." Jones added on. "And Daisy and Sweetie seem to fit that profile."

June fills that in abd puts away the notebook. "So now we just wait for Nathan and Grace. Perfect."

-

Nathan calls down the two policemen into the room.

"Well, this kind of death is... kinda ahead of something."

"Yes, I see what you did there." Jones couldn't help but be a little annoyed at how Nathan's jokes can really remind him of what just happened. "Did you find anything about our killer?"

"Well, your body here has had a clean cut, that's for sure. I can only determine that the murder weapon is a hatchet, but I'm not sure. What I did find is some hair, but it's from a dog. Your killer must have came in contact with Jeffrey."

"So our killer owns a dog. Can you determine the breed?"

"Unfortunately not. Hair is not easy for me to examine because the author of the fic is to lazy to find a reason."

"It's cool!" June added into the notebook. "The killer is a dog person. Poor baby will have to leave the owner." He had a quick thought. "I remember hearing Diana having a dog barking."

"So Diana has a dog!" Jones chirped with joy. "Now we'll just need notes from Grace."

-

Grace called the two down to the station.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything about the killer. It's a slow process."

"Well, did you find anything with the smudge?"

"Saliva. It seems to belong to a certain child. But I'm not sure. It also seems... bad."

"What do you mean?" June looked puzzled.

"Well, this... child, seems like it's kinda a gene from Jeffrey."

"WHAT." Jones had a suprised expression.

"But the worst thing is that... this child..." Grace looked at the men, ready to explain the news. "This child doesn't have any sort of life or anything. I checked with Alex and he saw a birth certificate of a baby girl that was Jeffrey's. Her name was Sarah, but her last name is scratched out. And according to her records... it seemed that she died 3 years ago."

Ch1 End

#criminal case #june shiloh #david jeremiah jones #grace delaney #alex turner #nathan pandit #grimsborough #cc suspect #death's work of art

[loousir]

[Gorgon] Some Secrets Should be Said

Gorgon Male x Unaware/Oblivious Male Reader

Eros

Warnings: Tiniest ammout of homophobia/racisim, smoochin in a supply closet, YOU MAY BE IN HIGHSCHOOL BUT YOU ARE 18

Masterlist

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It was an early Monday morning. The usual early birds were arriving at school, you being one of them. Rumor was going around of a new student getting enrolled. There were only three high schools in this small town; One for monsters, one for humans, and one for both. You were enrolled in the one that shared with monsters. The overall relations in the school were good, other than the typical high school antics.

You had just been dropped off by your sibling and we're walking into the building. A few people smiled your way and you smiled back, heading to your first hour. The teacher was a Satyr and she was a bubbly as ever, happy to see you in the morning. "Good morning (Y/n), we have a new student coming today." Your ears perked up and you looked over to her.

"Ah, we do? So the rumor was true after all?" She laughed and said, "Yes! He's gonna make a bit of history here." You became confused at her statement as you walked over to your seat. "What do you mean by that?" You asked setting your bag on the table. "I might get in a bit of trouble for telling but..." She walked over, her hooves clacking on the floor as she did. She leaned in on the table, "He will be the first Gorgon to be enrolled into the school!"

She seemed overly excited about the new student but you smiled at her enthusiasm. "You seem awfully happy about that. Is he in our class?" You asked, sitting down in your chair. Her smiled seemed to get wider as she nodded. You paused for a moment and leaned back. "Does that mean he's gonna sit by me?" She nods again. "Yep! You are the only one without a table partner. I'm sure you'll be fine. He's a nice kid." She ruffeled your hair and you swatted her hands away. "Auntie, you know I'm taken right?" She isn't your biological aunt but she's very close with your mom so you call her it for fun.

She laughed and walked away saying, "He's a cute one." You sighed and rolled your eyes as you pulled out your phone. You opened Snapchat and sent a message to your boyfriend.

You took a cute selfie, looking down at the phone while your forehead rested on the table.

Aunties super excited about our new student.

Ngl, I kinda am too. She said he was a Gorgon and I think she's onto my facination with cute snakes xx

You sent the snap and put your phone face down on the table before resting your face on your bag. A minute or so passed before you got a message back.

It was a black screen but he usually sent one. Admittedly, you have never seen him but you respected that since you fell in love with his personality, which was charming as ever.

Don't go cheating on me now ;)

I might just have to show you I'm cuter xx

You smiled and took another selfie.

So that means I get to see you then??? Game on babe xx

You smiled as you sent it. Yeah, it was cheesy flirting but it made you happy none the less. A few seconds later he messaged back with another black screen.

Hmm, I just might lol

You sent that you love him too and put your phone in your pocket. Smiling slightly as you looked up to see that some other students were starting to show up. Soon enough, the first bell for class to start rings and students filter in, taking their seats. Five minutes later, you still haven't seen a certain Gorgon as the final bell rings, saying anyone who wasn't there was late.

Gotta get to class, message you when I can

Love you xx

Mrs. Hucksburry stood at the front of the class, writing some last minute things on the board. "Alright class," Most of the students quiet down at her words. "As you may have heard, we have a new student today! I want you to treat him with respect as he is one of us," She said referring to her fellow monsters. "He is the first of his kind to be enrolled into our schools system." Right as she finished speaking, the door opened to show a rather handsome face and a the obvious 'hair' that came in the shape of several small, darkly colored snakes that seemed to form some sort of style.

He wore rather nice and stylish clothes, very 90's -esk. Mrs. Hucksburry smiled more and looked over to him. "Good morning Mr. Lamollot, glad to see you made your way here." He smiles a cute and almost shy smile, making a pair of girls in class giggle. You watched and tuned out what they were saying before seeing he was looking at you.

You waved to him as he walked over to your table. "I'm guessing you're (Y/n)?" You smiled and nodded, "That'd be me." You put your bag on the floor next to the table and he quietly sat down next to you. "I'm Eros by the way." He was quiet when he spoke as class had officially started. You pulled out a notebook with a pen/pencil and made a message page.

You have the same name as my boyfriend!

You tore the paper out and slid it over to him while he was getting his own notebook and pen. Notes were handwritten on the board since the projector broke and hadn't been replaced yet but no one seemed to mind. The paper was slid back over to you.

Really? What are the chances of that?

His hand writing was nice for a boy and you looked out of the corner of your eye to see him smiling. You smiled too and wrote back.

Who knows but I think it's cool

You slid the paper back and he took a minute to slide it back but you patiently waited since you would have done the same. He didn't write anything on it.

You seem pretty chill Eros, wanna hang out at lunch? Also can I see your schedule? • 3 •

The paper was passed back for the fifth time during class and all it said was his schedule along with a "Sure!" underneath. You told him that the two of you share the same schedule. WhAt A cOiNcIdEnCe.

You looked over to him to see him looking at the paper. He looked up to you and you smiled. Eros smiled back and took the paper to ask.

Do you have early release too?

You read it as he wrote and he looked up to you. You nodded and he wrote again.

Wanna go chill at the park?

You shrugged and nodded again when he looked up to you. He smiled and nodded as the two of you went back to working on class work. You hadn't noticed it before but, his snakes seemed to be interested in you, which you thought was cute.

--- Skip to Break ---

An hour and a half had passed and the two of you had talked a bit throughout the time. The bell for break just rang and you got up with Eros. The two of you walked out to the hallway. "Let me make a stop by my locker real quick then we can go to next hour and chill there for break." He nodded and leaned against the locker next to you when two girls walked up to him. They were the same pair from first hour.

"Hey Eros, wanna hang with us at lunch?" The "leader" asked, standing in front of him. "Yeah that'd be like, totally cool if you did." Her buddy said, standing next to him. "Oh, sorry, me and (Y/n) al-" She cut him off with a scoff. "Oh you mean halfie? That kids got an imaginary boyfriend. How about you just ditch him and come eat with us." Eros looked over to you to see you had tensed and slowed your movements.

The girls focus turned on you, making you bite your lip. "Do you think you could not ruin this guy? He's like, super hot and doesn't need to be tainted by you." You looked away and felt a vibration come from your phone. You took the chance and opened it to see a message from your boyfriend. She smirked, "Did your 'boyfriend' text you? What'd he say?" She asked in a taunting tone.

You ignored her and opened the message. It was a new picture of the "super hot" guy standing next to you looking down to his phone.

Wanna dip babe?

These bitches are annoying the fuck outta me lol

The three of you looked up to him surprised as you closed your locker. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Guess I had to ruin that surprise cause some bimbos wanna fuck a gay guy." He laughed and walked over to you, grabbing your hand. You were speechless.

How did I not connect the dots earlier? Am I really that dense?

"It's a shame too. I was considering being friends, until you insulted my boyfriend, that is." He locked your fingers and looked back at the two. "Go suck a dildo, whore." Eros flipped them off and walked off with you around the corner, looking for a private spot. "Anywhere there won't be eavesdroppers?" He asked quietly. You nodded and lead him to a back room.

You opened the door with the key you had and let you go in first. The room was pretty nice considering it was useless. You turned on the light at set your bag down, Eros doing the same. "Are you really my boyfriend?" You asked stepping closer to him. He blushed and nodded, "I... I think so... I kind of ruined the supr-mm!" His eyes widened as you connected your lips to his. You pulled away and were about to speak when he connected them again, pressing his body into yours slightly.

He pulled away and you smiled, a blush was covering your face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You said looking up to him slightly. "Me too." He said, hugging you close. "Why did you lie to me about being human?" You asked, resting your face on his chest. "I was... Scared of how you'd react if I told you the truth." You pulled away and looked up to him. "Are you kidding? Look what I was missing out on!" You said, making gestures to him.

Eros smiled and laughed. "I have a question for you though," You tilted your head slightly. "Why did they call you halfie?" You looked away and brushed back the hair around your ears. The tips of them were pointed much like an elf's but not as long. "My dads an elf. They like to use it as an insult since they're full and I'm not..."

Eros smiled again and nuzzled his nose to the crook of your neck. His snakes were gently booping their noses against your cheek as if giving you small kisses. You giggled at the sensation and he hummed to ask what was so funny. "Your snakes are cute." You said gently intertwining your fingers with them. He gently kissed your neck and rubbed your sides. "Well, they love you just as much as I love you." He said closing his eyes and hugging you.

You smiled and removed your hand to cup his cheek and make him look at you. His golden eyes were half lidded as he did. "Well," You said almost mocking him in away. "I love you and your snakes too." His eyes closed as he leaned in and yours did the same, both of your lips connecting again.

Eros pressed himself into you as both of you kissed. You pulled away first for air and he kissed your cheek and jaw lightly. You checked your phone when he pulled away he asked. "I'm curious how you got a key to a janitors closet." You leaned up to him and kissed his cheek. "My biological uncles the principal and he gave me the room to chill if I need to. It's usually where I would hang out for lunch but I dont really need to anymore since early release and all."

He "ooh'd" and nodded. "Makes sense. Wish I had a place like this at my old school." He looked back at you and his eyes went to your hair while you were checking something on your phone. Eros almost hesitantly brushed his fingers through your (h/c) hair. You jumped slightly at the sudden touch but enjoyed it none the less. "We have 4 minutes by the way." You said closing your eyes and leaning into his hand.

"Your hair is really nice. It's so soft." He smiled when you did and he gently kissed your nose while removing his hand from your hair. You tried your best to make it look like how it did before. "Sorry." He said gently with a small laugh. "Don't be, let's head to next hour so we can get this day done with and hang out." He nodded at your words and you grabbed his hand as the two of you grabbed your bags and quietly made it to the class you're meant to be in.

--- Skip to End of Day ---

The last two hours of school they had went by pretty quickly. The bell for lunch and early release seniors rang, making most people rush to leave or go to lunch. You and Eros lagged behind, waiting for the halls to clear a bit. He gently grabbed your hand as you finished putting your bag on. "Do you wanna go to the park or my house? I have a car so it doesn't matter too much on which you pick." He said with a small laugh.

You blushed and shrugged, "I would probably like your house since it's kinda cold out right now..." The two of you walked out of the class, hand in hand. The pair of girls from earlier watched with hatred/jealousy as the two of them walked out together. They were all going the same way so they got to see Eros walk you to his 1969 Blue Camaro.

Eros unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for you to get in to which you gladly accepted. You set your bag down by your feet and buckled as he set his bag in the back and got in. "I hope my dad isn't home." He said closing his door and starting the car. "Why do you say that?" You asked as he buckled his seat belt.

He sighed and leaned back on his seat. "He doesn't actually know we're... Y'know, dating. Or if he does he has no clue you're a guy..." You nodded and looked to him while he backed out from the parking lot. "We can still go to the park. I'll survive I'm sure." You said softly. "Plus I kinda wanna wear your jacket..." You mumbled the last part while looking away but he heard and smiled, acting as if he didn't hear.

"There's one close to my house we can go to. It's pretty cool if you wanna go there." Eros said while stopping at a light. "That sounds good." He smiled again and looked over to you before looking back at the light. Seeing it change to green, he stepped on the gas again and headed to the destination.

---

The ride was comfortably quiet other than the occasional comment about something in the passing scenery. "Ok, we're here." Eros said, parking his car in the relatively empty parking lot. "I've never seen this place before. It's really pretty." You said as the two of you stepped out.

"Yeah. It's pretty quiet here. I usually hang out here after school. I have never been home "on time" since I got a car 3-ish years ago." You smiled and held his hand as he locked the car and put the keys away. "I'll take you to my favorite spot. There's all kinds of secret areas thanks to the trees." He said with a slight child like glee. You giggled like the school boy that you are as he dragged you along through a beautiful walkway that was shaded by the trees. "Gods it's so pretty here." You said under your breath.

You walked for what felt like forever before he shifted to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He removed his hand to show one of the few non blank pictures he sent. "Oh wow." The winter sun was shining over the neighboring town, giving a good idea of just how small it was. "We have a cliff?" You asked suddenly, making Eros laugh and hug you close to his body.

Eros smiled as he took a turn off the path and up a small hill. He stopped and gently let go of your hand, covering your eyes. You reached up to remove his hand but he stopped you. "W-what are you doing Eros?" He giggled and started walking, making you grab onto him afraid of running into something. "Eros?!"

"Don't worry babe. I promise it's nothing bad. I know you'll like it."

"Kinda crazy right?" He said before resting his chin on your shoulder. You nodded as his snakes gently booped you're temple and cheek again, making you smile. You reached up and gently placed a hand on Eros' cheek, rubbing your thumb against his jawline. "Wanna sit down? I have two and a half hours before I have to be home." You nodded again and he pulled away, leading you over to a fairly large tree.

He took off his jacket and tossed it up onto a branch before jumping into the tree himself. You were surprised before he reached down to help you up. "C'mon, it'll give us some privacy just incase anyone comes over here." You somewhat hesitantly took his hand and he helped pull you up onto the thick tree branch. He leaned back against the trees core, letting his legs hang down and inviting you to do the same against him.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence again while he hugged you close, resting his head against your shoulder. "I love you. A lot." He mumbled softly into your ear. You smiled and held onto the top of his hand that was holding onto your stomach. "I love you a lot too." You mumbled back. "Oh and, do you wanna wear my jacket now? I noticed you were shivering ever since we started walking."

You blushed and looked down to the tree branch and ground below it. "I didn't think you heard me say that..." He giggled and leaned forward a bit, grabbing the jacket off the branch it was hooked on to. You moved forward and he helped you put the slightly bigger jacket on. You snuggled into the lingering warmth, taking in his soft cologne.

"Your jacket smells good babe." Eros chuckles and pulls you against his chest again. "Well, it's got my favorite cologne on it so if course it smells good." You smile and let your head fall back against his shoulder and he kissed your temple.

"So. Do you wanna explain yourself a bit?"

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[caffeine-and-melatonin]

✨Bad Batch E14 Spoilers✨

Sooooo I'm about to say a whole lot of not very polite words......

AHHHHHHHHHH HOLY SHIT Y'ALL AHHHHHHHHHH

Let's have a look at my brain melting during this episode (there's a lot oops):

- Commando armor? Slicked back hair? HOLY FUCK GREGOR OMG THE BOY!!!!! WE ACTUALLY GET TO SEE THE BOY!!!!!! (wait hold up does this mean we might see Wolffe too? Not asking for a friend I'm asking for me)

- Eek this is giving me very much "Ahsoka being hunted by Trandoshans" vibes

- Hunter doing knife tricks....that's...well....AHHHHH

- Omg Omega trying to copy the little knife spins is so cute

- REX!!! HIM!!! MY FIRST LOVE!!! HE'S BACK AGAIN!!! YAY!!! Sweetheart that poncho is fantastic!

- Is he ok? IS REX OK??? WHY IS HE RUNNING???

- Here's the thing I love Gregor but like they were a bit too quick to go after him and they still haven't talked about Cross soooooo hmmm

- Ok I have a feeling we are gonna get some Echo character development in this episode. The way Echo looked at Hunter was what got him to cave in and agree to go rescue Gregor. He knows it's the right thing to do and it's so interesting to me that Echo seems to have the strongest sense of moral obligation (aside from Omega). I have a feeling like this might clash with Hunter being the leader and honestly I wanna see how they handle that as a team.

- Nothing would bring me more joy than to absolutely DECK Rampart on behalf of Cross, Howzer, and Eleni Syndulla

- speaking of cross....CROSS!!! YOU'RE HERE!!!

- Wait hold up are they leaving Kamino?

- Also what happens to all the cadets? Like they're little kids...I'm scared

- Ok imma have to go on a whole rant/info dump about Kaminoan history and society later so y'all have that to look forward to in the morning

- Awwww Echo talking about Rex makes me want to cry. He looks up to his older brother so much and it's honestly so sweet

- Hunter using his special abilities? Hunter using his special abilities!

- Omg its just gonna be Hunter, Tech, and Echo?! TECH AND ECHO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT???

- Look at those boys go! Climbing up a whole ass mountain while I look at a flight of stairs and go "ewww why"

-Ok is it just me or does the whole bottomless pit style base with a lot of red accents gives off Empire but make it First Order Aesthetic...? Just me?

- Tech's eyes are just so ✨p r e t t y✨. That's all.

- STORMTROOPERS? ALREADY?

- OMG ECHO BRINGING UP SKAKO MINOR! AND THEN TALKING ABOUT HOW IF SOMEONE IS BEING HELD AGAINST THEIR WILL THEY HAVE TO GET THEM OUT! DID YOU SEE HUNTER'S REACTION???? EVEN WITHOUT SEEING HIS FACE YOU KNOW HE'S GOTTA BE THINKING ABOUT CROSS!!! LOOK AT HIS BODY LANGUAGE!!! AHHHHHHH

- "i'm thinkin'." whispers Wrecker mindfully.

- I don't know what it is, but i just love this shot:

- Concept: into the spiderverse but it's just clones jumping off elevators and somehow gracefully free climbing on the walls

- Commando armor is just soooooo cool!!!! Like seriously! Also the TK trooper armor is....interesting

- AHHHHHH GREGOR'S LITTLE VOICE CRACKS!!! HE'S ADORABLE!!!

- "That's CAPTAIN traitor."

- Gregor really do be out here holding up the standard that you have to be a special kind of pretty to be a Captain in the GAR

- Also can we talk about how absolutely jacked Gregor's arms are? Like sir no wonder you aren't wearing any armor on your arms! How would fit! Damn dude

- I miss 99 so much

- Boys using stun rounds. No (intentional) unalives. Good for them.

- Echo and Tech working together and having each other's backs makes me beyond happy

- SASSY TECH AND SASSY GREGOR

- Tech really does yell in all lower case doesn't he?

- NO GREGOR! DAMMIT DAVE STOP SHOOTING THE BOY!

-When I tell you I thought Tech was gonna get shot too.... my god I don't think I would be able to handle that in any capacity

- SPOILER WARNING FOR REBELS: Gregor talking about surviving getting shot hurts me. This hurts my feelings. It hurts my feelings a lot.

- Ok but Tech casually blowing up that air vent grate thing was hot. No I will not elaborate.

- also...ECHO FUCKING YEETED ALL THREE OF THEM AND THEN HIMSELF LIKE AT LEAST 10 FT IN THE AIR!

- Echo carrying Gregor through the air ducts reminds me so much of Rex carrying him on Sako Minor

- WAIT HOLY SHIT OMEGA IS FLYING THE SHIP BY HERSELF!!! LOOK AT HER GO!!! Tech has to be so proud of her. I just know he is.

- Gonky helping + increased theme music = ahhhhhhh yay!

- TECH BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FUCKING SEXY FLIGHT MANEUVERS!!!!!!! My stars I love that man. I'm speechless. It's like almost 4am and I legitimately screeched

- Tech: *flying like a badass* Gregor: bitch what are you doing this is not the time nor place for this shit

- FUCK NOOOOOOO HUNTER!!!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!

- GONKY!!! AHHHHH

- How tf is Hunter still alive??? Like I'm not complaining but still

- HOLY FUCKING SHIT NOOOOO THIS IS NOT OK!!!!! OMEGA'S VOICE AND SHEER PANIC BREAKS MY HEART!!! TECH'S LOOK OF HOPELESSNESS!!!! AND HUNTER SOUNDING ABSOLUTELY DEFEATED!!!! FUCK I CAN'T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW!!!!

- Yo on top of all that Lama Su just got straight up unalived

-hunter in a jail cell......................CROSSHAIR

- Ok but until the very last second, that was the least scrunched up face I have ever seen Cross make. Like you too have lovely eyes it's a shame you're so grouchy all the time. ANYWAY thoughts on that face because my brain is very full rn

FINAL THOUGHTS

- I just love clones more than life itself. Look at the boys go. I love them. I wanna give them all hugs (in regards to Tech…I will not kiss and tell).

- Gregor has and always will be so precious. Love that quirky boy so much.

- WTF IS GOING ON WITH REX??????? I NEED ANSWERS!!!!!!!

- Echo played such a major role in this episode and honestly I'm so glad. I still think there is so much more room to grow his character, but at least it's something.

- Gonky being that bitch this episode 👑

- Not sure if you've noticed, but my soul is no longer attached to my physical form. Tech has it. Tech owns my soul. I am more than ok with this.

- The last 5 minutes really just did that didn't it? Like jeez bro that was a lot

- Cross? Breaks? Hunter? Out? And? They? Both? Escape? After? Having? An? Emotional? Reconciling? PLEASE???????????

Overall, while I did really like the Ryloth episodes, I honestly think this might be my new favorite episode.

The episode itself was well paced

The stakes felt rather high

Fantastic action

Echo played a main part in the storyline

Contributed to not only the plot of the show but added context for how Gregor and Rex meet up

Tech flying and looking hot while doing it...that's very important to the overall ranking

It was engaging and intense with one hell of a cliffhanger at the end

So yeah I really liked this episode! I'm super excited to see what happens next (omg there's only two episodes left oh no scary)!

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