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welcometothejianghu · 9 months

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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 괴물/Beyond Evil.

Beyond Evil is a 2021 Korean drama about two cops that solve a small-town murder that one of them might have committed. Also there's more than one murder to be solved. Also more than one of those murders happened twenty years ago. Also, the cop might have gotten away with at least one of those too.

It got sold to me on the strength of the main pairing, which is absolutely captivating and worth the price of admission. But the entire cast is amazing, the story is great, and it's all just so satisfying. I love everyone in this weird small Korean town. I love having emotions and various Korean foods with them.

I got five reasons why you should watch it! Read 'em!

1. Do You Want To See An Old Man Cry?

In fact, do you want to see every man cry? Do you want to see every man in the cast either cry or pretend to cry or be on the verge of tears at least once? Do you want to see the main characters, who are both men, cry multiple times, often while otherwise wet as well?

Well, buddy, Beyond Evil has got you covered.

2. Absolute Nightmare/Absolute Nightmare

I do not consider it a spoiler to tell you that Han Juwon (the younger one, on the right) is a very mentally unstable superboy. You already know everyone thinks Lee Dongsik (the older one, on the left) is psycho -- it's nearly the first thing you learn about him. But when you're introduced to Han Juwon, you're given the impression that maybe he's just cold, self-possessed, and competent.

No. He is an absolute freak. This is a freak4freak relationship. They are both completely unhinged. They have both been traumatized to nigh-unimaginable degrees, and they have each decided to make it the other's problem. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for both of them, they both get off on that real hard, and they get real mad sometimes about how hard they're getting off on it. It's delicious.

And yet what makes it great is how they're different flavors of freak. They've got the age difference (40 and 27). They've got the height difference (even though the actors are only like 1cm apart, the whole thing is somehow shot like there's a bigger gap). They've got the class difference (small town weirdo and cop royalty). One's a messy bitch, and one's a prissy prince. One has a whole network of people who affectionately endure him, and one has exactly 0.73 friends. One wants to take care of everyone else but not himself, and one has never looked out for anyone else a day in his life. One's a smug little shit, and one's ... also a smug little shit, but differently.

You have perhaps been given the impression that Beyond Evil is like Hannibal, and that Juwon/Dongsik is like Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter. It's not, and yet it scratches a similar itch, if that makes sense.

Don't let me give you the impression that this is textually gay. They do not smooch or anything, so don't be waiting for that. But holy cow, is it homoromantic -- and the leads know it is, and they roll around in it, and everyone else in the production supports their doing it. They have the kind of chemistry stars are jealous of. (It helps that the younger actor is a muffin who has a such crush on the older one.)

And that's even before the part where they get married live on national television. Is that a joke? You'll have to watch to find out.

3. Lee Changjin (and the other antagonists)

I'll talk in a second about excellent and despicable all the bad guys are. But I need a special moment for this motherfucker right here.

Lee Changjin is a wretched, scummy piece of shit who damn near walks away with every scene he's in. He's not the worst like a little meow meow -- he is the actual worst, and it's so good. He's sleazy. He's pathetic. He's hot as fuck. You meet his ex-wife, and you're like, no, honey, sure it was a bad decision, but I totally get it.

Clearly he has a special place in my heart, but all the bad guys in this series are done so damn well. Their realism makes them even scarier. They're not incomprehensible ghouls out there being bad just to be bad. They're (mostly) making calculated decisions based on keeping their own heads above water, and to hell with everyone else.

I'm not going to spoil the identity of the murderer for you -- but it kind of doesn't matter, because you find out who it is less than halfway through the show (and because there are multiple people in this show who've killed someone). There's something bigger and more awful at work here, perpetrated by people that you knew were bad news from the moment you met them.

Beyond Evil is a cop show that is not copaganda, because one of the biggest villains in the series is misuse of police power. The show stresses accountability for police misconduct -- to the point where that accountability hurts characters we want to see get away with stuff because, come on, their bad behavior was totally justified! But it wasn't! The ends do not justify the means here. The world is not better when powerful people use their power to get out of the consequences of their shitty, selfish actions, even when those shitty, selfish actions were objectively kind of cool.

Fair warning, a lot of this show is about complicated relationships with abusive, absent, deceased, and otherwise difficult parents. Those parents are not always (or even mostly) the bad guys -- but the bad guys are all shitty parents. And yet, their adult children are tied to them in complicated ways that do said children no favors. Some of the most heartbreaking pieces of the show are about how these kids break free from those parents -- or, more tragically, don't.

4. Just plain good television

This is a series that can be handled by Your Average American Television Enjoyer Who Can Handle Subtitles. Its quality is on par with a lot of well-thought-of English-language shows I've seen. It's a tight, well-plotted story that's clear enough to be easy to follow, which is sometimes a high bar for a multi-tendriled murder mystery. The small-town setting even gives it a good source of levity to break up the otherwise tight tension.

It's only sixteen episodes long, but there are enough reveals to make a rewatch more than worth your while. The first half in particular improves exponentially on the second viewing, because once you have all the information, events and decisions that you initially read one way, you can see meant something else entirely.

I was initially going to say that if this were in English, all those fans of things like the Wire and True Detective would be super-horny for it -- except that's not true, is it? No, shows like that (which I have seen, for the record) glorify cops who can't be held down by your damn system, so they have to say screw the rules to get things done, because they're too cool and manly for things like paperwork! While Beyond Evil acknowledges that there are some places where the Korean law system is janky and might let a guilty person go free, but that doesn't mean cops get to do whatever they want about it.

My declaration of the show's quality isn't just me judging by my own tastes. This show won the Korean equivalent of Emmys for Best Drama, Best Screenplay, and a well-deserved Best Actor for Shin Hakyun, who plays that incredibly handsome horrible old man. This is a show that actual people who hand out actual awards for good television thought deserved awards.

So I guess if you always wanted to get into those shows a certain kind of dude can't stop talking about, but you had reservations about how authoritarian/libertarian/misogynistic/homophobic/boring they are, Beyond Evil is here for you!

5. Written and directed by women

This one I think is important as hell, because this is a Dead Girl Show (i.e., a show where men kill multiple women as a major part of the plot), and I know a lot of people are justifiably wary about those. However, there are no hints of sexual assault. The violence is gendered, but it's not sexualized. The murders and postmortem mutiliations are handled with the appropriate horror, but it's not torture porn. And the dead girls are treated like -- and grieved like -- actual humans who matter.

I think a whole lot of this can be chalked up to the fact that both the writer and the director of Beyond Evil are women.

In fact, not only are they both women, they're women who don't do this kind of story all the time. Shim Nayeon has directed five things, four of which are comedy/slice-of-life series. Kim Sujin has written a few dramas about mystery-solving teams, but even more comedy and adaptations of webtoons. I have no idea how the two of them got put on this drama together, but it was a perfect match.

This is not to say that men would be incapable of pulling off a story like this. It is, however, a commentary on violence, and how different it looks if you've grown up seeing yourself everywhere as its object rather than its subject. Sure, you could just flip the script and make a story about a lady punchkicker! A lot of people have, and I've enjoyed many of them! But you could also choose to tell a story about gendered violence in a way that isn't just needlessly retraumatizing the people who have to live their entire lives under its shadow. Moreover, you could tell a story about how even good-guy cops can wind up unintentionally buying into paradigms where some women are valuable and some are disposible.

...And if it winds up being teensy bit of a fantasy story about a world in which so many cops give a shit about this violence, well, that's what fiction is for, right?

In short, you love a team of powerful ladies power-drunk on an Arnold Palmer of Respect Women Juice and Sad Man Tears.

Bonus: BANGER SOUNDTRACK

Oh, it's so, so good. (Spotify link)

Have I convinced you to watch it yet?

It's on Netflix, which may be easiest for most people! However, it's also on Viki, and I much prefer the subtitles over there, because a) they keep the flavor of the Korean terms of address, and b) they actually translate the damn episode titles (wtf Netflix?).

There's no bad way to watch it, though!

(ack, they're so cute~)

#beyond evil #괴물 #rec post #honorary danmei #i made this #seriously though it's so good #watch beyond evi

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/luminousbeings-crudematter/732875394009661440/yo-im-cumming-to-simons-cooking-tutorial-videos tis i, the same anon again. this was just absolutely go smacking stuff. love what you've been cooking, so i will ask for more. im wondering what car does simon drive? how did reader go to work previously before simon became her ride? im giggling thinking about her biking to work or having to carpool with johnny and him being a shit reckless driver, which kinda fits him. and when did simon have the i want her to be my wife, for me to be her husband moment? 6 months is honestly an impressive amount of time. they did start off as fuck buddies (as i gleaned from the chapters, although i might be wrong) so i would love to hear how she went from fuck this annoyingly amazing prick of a boss to he's still a piece of shit but i'll put up with him because i love him (derogatory)!!!! i love their dynamic honestly i do see myself in the reader a lot and really crave that sort of charged banter between people, as well as love how snarky and disgustingly confident simon is so this au. is REALLY dear to my heart!!! side note... if u take anons... i would love to be 😼 kitty anon!!! or knife anon 🔪🔪🔪 ... whichever u prefer!! have an amazing day!!!! 😼🔪😼🔪

You're seriously going to make me cry, you don't understand how much I LOVE these two! I feel like I shot myself in the foot with Alford Plea, because I could have written sooo much more for them! And also I am so happy to hear you relate to reader - she is the perfect match for him, isn't she? I love them I love them I love them

Now to get to the juicy stuff:

What does Simon drive?

BIG warning: I am not a car girly and will never be BUT I headcanon that Simon drives a big, fuck off, impractical car. To me, it's a black 2011 Range Rover Evoque. And I say it's impractical because...

How did you get to work before you started hooking up with Simon?

...in my mind, the story takes place in London. Of course, you take the Tube to work. Commuting in London is a nightmare, but driving??? LMAO. Good luck. No, like anyone in London who values their sanity and peace, you used to take the Tube to work. That being said, Simon is stubborn, and drives his fuck off gas guzzler, and does not give a flying fuck. You once asked him to ride on the Tube with you, and he didn't even bother responding.

When did Simon realise he wanted to marry you?

It was a rare Sunday afternoon when you were both home. You were making a marinara sauce. It had held your attention for the better part of the day and Simon had been delegated to assisting you. When you were finally happy with it, you held out a wooden spoon full of sauce to him to taste. This is the one, you'd said, your eyes shining and excited. Yeah, he'd thought to himself. The one.

#is kitty anon okay?#I like kitty anon #😼 anon #ask #alford plea #lumi writes

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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thinking about gareth being a stay at home dad with two kids? i dunno i'm just really into that domestic fluff shit right now lmao

me too 🥹 i love all the domestic stuff, they’re some of my favorite requests!

Gareth has absolutely no issue with being a stay at home dad

I like to think that when he’s older he’s got a boy and a girl, but the girl is a few years older

He loves them more than anything else in the world

(other than you of course)

While you’re at work, his days are full of getting to do all his favorite things

He’ll help you get the kids ready for school so you can drop them off on your way to work

He’ll do all the housework just to make sure you don’t come home to a sink full of dirty dishes and a living room full of toys

But of course he makes the kids help clean up their messes

He loves getting to go out and go grocery shopping, but he likes it even more when the whole family can go

He’s the type of guy who loves family time

Especially getting to spend weekends together while you’re off work and the kids are out of school

You’ll both be up early and wake the kids up with your cleaning day music, and by this time he’s already got breakfast made

He’ll let the kids take their breakfast and sit in front of the TV before they get to cleaning their rooms and helping you two with the rest of the housework

Once all the housework is done for the kids he’ll let them play outside while you read on the porch and he takes care of the outside chores

(And you’re not complaining one bit, that man looks delicious after getting all dirtied up from mowing the lawn)

After everything is all finished up, you’ll get some well deserved family time

He loves getting to be the fun dad, so he always suggests taking everyone out to get ice cream or going to the park so the kids can see their friends

And he’s quite possibly the best dad you’ve ever seen

He knows when to be fun and when it’s time to be strict

He’ll teach both your kids to be respectful to one another and he always make sure they can see how well the two of you work together with your marriage so they can see what a healthy relationship looks like

His favorite time of day is nighttime, everyone’s eaten dinner and the kids are halfway asleep in front of the TV while you two are snuggled up under a blanket on the couch

You’ll wait a bit until the kids are asleep before carrying them up to their rooms and giving them each a kiss goodnight before going back downstairs for some alone time

As much as he loves spending time with his kids, he adores getting to spend time with his wife

You’ll snuggle up on the couch, put on a scary movie, and just have a nice quiet night in with each other before heading up to bed

And he always insists on carrying you up princess style like he used to do when you first got married but you know he’s getting a bit too old to do it all the way up the stairs

So you just settle for him carrying you from the doorway to your bed

You’ll give each other a kiss and hold each other under the covers until you fall asleep

But he’s suddenly woken up by the gentle cries of your son in your doorway

His eyes are red and he’s holding on tightly to his blanket and you can just tell he’s had a nightmare

You’ll go over to pick him up and comfort him, bringing him with you as Gareth gets up to take care of any monsters under the bed or scary clowns in the closet

He’s even got a special trick to make his kids feel better about nightmares

When he was younger his mom used to spray a ‘good dreams potion’ all over his room to get rid of any monsters in his room or nightmares stuck on his pillow

And he does the same thing for your kids

(Though it’s really just some old body spray you haven’t used since middle school)

He’ll even hold your son and run around his room, making him spray every spot Gareth points out just to get him in a better mood before bringing him back into your bedroom

You’ll make some room for him in between you two and stay up until he’s asleep, and once again you’ll fall fast asleep with each other

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x female reader #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson fluff #gareth emerson headcanons #gareth emerson x reader #gareth stranger things

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ex-textura · 10 months

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Look, I don't want to make you ramble but I want to: I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT CALEC'S TIEFLING FAMILY 😭 is Milo the youngest? Are the twins a bit creepy like twins are sometimes? BARD MOM? (i love me some female bards) WHO ARE THESE AMAZING BEINGS I WANT DESCRIPTIONS

Oh you always know just want to say 🤭

OKAY! We're doing this, I'm gonna make a cut cause I'm gonna ramble and there's gonna be pics okayletsgo!

First, let's start with some introductions, starting with the parents.

Caelestia Breeland: A tiefling bard from the home of devil summoning, Cheliax. She's beautiful, she knows she's beautiful, and if she has her way she'll be beautiful until the stars burn out. She sings, dances, plays a bunch of instruments and, most importantly, she's a damn fine cook. She loves her kids, and she loves her husband. A lot. So much. Like, think Morticia and Gomez Addams these folks are having kids into their 40s and beyond they LOVE love each other and they don't hide it, much to their kids' chagrin. She's the "fun mom"

Speaking of her husband, Thorin Breeland: Thorin is a human ranger from the frozen Land of the Linnorm Kings. He made his way south looking for adventure, found Breachill and The Call for Heroes which is an event regularly held by the town when the people need adventurers. That's where he met Caelestia and fell in love. She thought he was quaint, he thought she was hot, it was a match made in heaven. She got pregnant with their first child and they got married shortly after at the ripe age of 18 and settled down in the town where they met. That worked out so well for them that they decided to keep it up and had 4 more kids after that. One of his wife's favourite things about him is just how normal and plain he is, which is unfortunate for him because none of his kids seemed to pick up that trait, and Milo is still a little too young to tell.

Speaking of kids, I'll skip the first born(we don't talk about him) and move to the next set. The Twins.

Jules Breeland: Jules is, by trade and passion, a rogue. Her whole life all she's ever wanted to do was disturb shit and look hot doing it and by god she's killing it. She's the only kid other than Calec who inherited their mother's tail and unlike her kid brother she leaned into that, and has trained herself to use it as either a distraction or a slightly clumsier third hand. Her thievery is a great boon while they're adventuring but Thorin has a hell of a time keeping her out of trouble at home. Caelestia doesn't care, she thinks it's good to keep practicing and if her daughter is gonna show up with a beautiful new pearl necklace for her and the guards aren't looking their way then who is she to question her good fortune? She's an absolute disaster lesbian.

Which brings me to, Freya Breeland: Freya looks like the least troublesome of the two sisters but actually that's just a carefully constructed ruse. Freya is a witch, a fire-starter, and an absolute fucking nuisance. She takes after her mother when it comes to her beauty and penchant for using it to her advantage and she lives to tease her kid brother. She wasn't born with the same kind of inherent magic as some of her siblings, so she used her head and reached out to some...less scrupulous benefactors, got herself a magical patron and hasn't looked back since. Her hawk familiar, Apollo, is her closest confidant after her dear sister and while at one point the bird used to try and reign in her chaotic tendencies now he just rolls with it. Despite the chaos, Freya is a genuinely kind and loving person and she'd do anything for her family even though she sometimes shows that by casting curses on them and animating Calec's toys when he was a child and convincing him they were haunted and giving him nightmares for months... but I digress. She took to potion crafting like a moth to flame, and her proudest achievement to date is figuring out the formula for Serum of Sex Shift and crafting it for Jules for her birthday. She's a distinguished member of the Pathfinder Society, like her sister and parents.

We know him, we love him. Calistair Breeland: I won't dwell too much on Cal cause he already gets all the spotlight but his place in the family is special. He adventured with the Breeland Bunch for a bit before Milo was born and then, as the next youngest and least experienced, it became his responsibility to stay home and take after the wean while the rest of the family went on an adventure. He took up a job as a blacksmith apprentice and quickly became lead smith at Quarters while also occasionally doing security on caravan runs and other shorter escorting gigs to keep food on the table while the family was away. He was a flirt and a troublemaker in his youth, a spoiled brat and the kind of pretty boy that knows he can get away with everything. He takes after his mom. Taking care of Milo, though, settled him a little bit and he's finally caught up to his age. He idolized his older brother, the oldest in the family and a Champion of Desna.... the first adventure they went on without Calec, though, his brother never returned from, and there's been a rage boiling inside of him over it ever since.

I don't have a mini for Milo because...it's darn hard to make a kid on heroforge lol. Anyway!

Milo Breeland: Milo is the baby. 8 years old, and Calec's biggest fan. He's smart, cheerful, inquisitive. He spends his days with his nose in books reading tales about heroes just like his family and insists he's going to go on adventures with Calec some day and save people. He looks the most like his father with his red hair and pale skin and big green eyes. The only sign of fiendish blood in him is the sharp incisors that have started to grow in. His mother babies him whenever she's home and seems to favour him, which pisses Calec off for reasons he's not ready to confront yet. Calec, who tbh used to be kind of a whore, won't date anyone anymore unless they're Milo approved and treat the kid with the respect he deserves. Milo adores Rehgar.

And then we have the animals, that I'm gonna breeze through. Ursa and Fenn:

Thorin's animal companions. Ursa is a sweet lady who loves her family, curls up with Milo every chance she gets, and is fiercely, fiercely protective. She likes to eat maybe too much, and snores like a beast. Fenn is a clever wolf (heroforge only had dogs suspend disbelieve and pretend he's massive lol) and younger than Ursa. He favours Calec and the two of them often caused a lot of trouble together when Cal was younger. Now, when they're together, he's Calec's training buddy. Calec can almost keep up with Fenn's speed now, and his goal is to outrun him.

I didn't include any info on Calec's older brother because, tbh, I decided I wanted my GM to cover that and I love the mystery xD No one ever speaks about him, they won't talk about what happened, and Calec is starting to think maybe he's going a little bit crazy. Milo was too young to remember him and now after all this time Calec is starting to worry he's imagined everything so I'm keeping the details I do know about him very vague on purpose lol. All he has left is Celeste, his frankly oversized polearm that he crafted through his mourning with the fragment of his brother's starknife that the family brought home, as a reminder that he ever existed at all.

I wanna run a game where everyone plays a member of this family and put them through so much shit ;;

#calistair breeland #breeland bunch #my ocs #age of assholes #bedofherteeth #asks #pathfinder #pathfinder ocs #hey i'm not dead #technically #hello tumblr miss me?#oops

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somebirdortheother · 9 months

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Ok, so Kalle is Demerzel's ex wife. I'm calling it now.

I did say that I wouldn't bother you with the full account of my watching and I won't. But come on, I HAVE to share a bit, don't i?! So anyway, I'm starting episode 5 now. I have a lot on my mind about the previous episodes as well, I've tried to write it down as it happened.

First things first, and no offense, but if your "Prophet" takes one look at you, and the only nice thing he can say is "you have a fine suit" then maybe it's time to reevaluate your life's choices.

I wish a nun would lay it on me the way Constant went after Mallow. Nuns are married to God. If a nun is telling me that she wants to bed me, I'm not going to think twice about it. I'm cuckholding God and that's it.

Raych deserved fucking better. He got fucked over big time and I will never be ok about it. He just wanted to love and do right by humanity, and Hari used him because he lacked courage. He should've found it in himself to fall onto the knife on his own. It's not that hard, I've been stabbed before (true story). I mean it's bad. It hurts like Hell. But damnit, he didn't know that! It was his first time, he should've just fallen onto it and voilà!

I dislike Sareth a bit less. I find her whole entourage boring (sorry to anyone who might be offended here) but her boldness is refreshing. They're all stupid though. Cleon XII would've seen right through their bullshit a long while ago!

I'm pissing myself laughing "the man needs to be on top" he's so lame. The way he closed his robe after she left. He's so teenage boy coded. Demerzel didn't teach him shit! This is a disgrace, you have a robot lady, she knows basically everything, she could teach anyone how to become a sex god, and all you know of sex is that "men be on top". Pathetic.

FUCK YOU HUGO IS BACK?! FUCK ME THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE WANTED (it feels weird though… It's… really him? It better be him or i'm going to kill someone). Alright, i'm going to kill someone. I'm very angry now. You don't use my dude like that. I was excited. Nope. I'm super sad :(

Ok episode is over. This was weird. A room full of telephaths? I'd just keep sing to myself "Cotton Eyed Joe" until they all start vomiting. I could defeat Charles Xavier, I ain't no scared of no Lady in White! (I don't trust her at all. Dressing in all white like that is so evil. White is so hard to keep clean, especially in a forest. The laundry on this place must be a nightmare! Whoever authorized that is evil.)

FNG

Ohoho! Let's break this down.

... Under the cut in case of further spoileriness...

Kalle as Demerzel's ex-wife - I didn't think of that and now it seems to be the only thing that makes sense! Spouses to bitter rivals, both having access to cloning technology and both wanting a piece of Hari for their nefarious / benevolent purposes! What could go wrong??? I must also inform you that Foundation community is preemptively very intrigued by your idea!

The number of times Hari complimented his suit made me feel like the line is a bit of a Chekhov's gun... Let's see what grisly end the fella with the fine suit will meet...

Hober - yeah, idk what the guy was thinking!

Raych - first of all... WHAT - you've been stabbed before!!! Glad to hear you're alright after the ordeal. It's a good point you're making though - it was cowardly of Hari to do that. He could have just let Raych escape while killing himself, but he was too weak. It's pretty clear that he feels very guilty over that, and naturally Gaal being less than happy over it doesn't help.

Sareth - yes... the "old" Empire wouldn't have this whole marriage plot to begin with and would never have anyone question them so boldly without being immediately killed. I suppose it only took a couple of generations for things to go to absolute shit. LOL at your judgement of her entourage. Respect. I am not a fan of the actress' skillset but I do appreciate Sareth as a character being dogged in her pursuit of finding out whether Day had executed her whole family. That's admirable. And she gets massive points for laughing at his lack of performance.

Last season, I was naturally a massive proponent of Demerzel and Cleons. This Day's pathetic nature is so POTENT that not only do I cringe every time they are together, but I find him barely watchable. And in a sense, I mean this in a good way - great acting from Lee Pace - this Cleon is a hoot.

Hugo... yes.... I think everyone is unanimous in this opinion!

LOL at Cotton Eye Joe - THANKS A LOT, that's going to be my theme music for Mentalics and that whole plot. Yeah, no comment. In general, I find telepathy in sci-fi pretty goofy, and it's VERY of the period for when Asimov wrote that. Apparently, it all traces back to one prominent editor at the time who LOVED that theme and a big chunk of authors ended up going with that trend. And now we see it play out on screen yet again!

THANKS FOR YOUR UPDATE, FNG! Please rate the episodes so far on a scale from 1 to 10 for each episode!

#foundation #fng foundation watch #foundation spoilers

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alevfm · 1 year

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✦ alperen duymaz, cis man, he/him ✦ ALEV ÖZBERK the THIRTY year old has been in Hidehill for A YEAR and was a STRANGER to Ronnie Nilsson, the most recent shadow of Hidehill. Whispers on the streets are that the DEALER & BARTENDER @ DEAD DAWG SALOON who lives in HADLEY PARK are said to be RELIABLE and TEMPERAMENTAL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

tw : death, drugs, overdose, car accident, guns, blood, brief mentions of ptsd .

FULL NAME: alev zoltan özberk.

NICKNAMES: lev, zoltan.

PARENTS: fahir ( biological father, deceased ) & misra özberk ( adoptive mother, alive ).

PETS: clyde ( pitbull ).

SIBLINGS: one younger half-sister ( open ).

ZODIAC: leo.

AGE: thirty.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis man & he / him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual, panromantic.

OCCUPATION: odd jobber, dealer.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: protective, reliable, sharp-witted, determined. volatile, melancholic, skeptical, temperamental.

MENTAL HEALTH: PTSD; constant nightmares.

about alev.

Alev was born as a result of an affair between an important businessman and some random woman in the early 90′s. It was Fahir’s greatest desire to have someone to pass his legacy onto, have an heir that’d carry on all his conquests, and despite being a married man, his wife was never able to give him children. Until Alev’s mother came around and fulfilled that dream of his.

Fahir offered the woman the world for the boy, knowing well that a nobody like her would never be able to provide Alev the life he deserved. As the son of Özberk, he was fit to be a king. But the young woman didn’t want to give up on her precious baby, she was willing to fight for him. Still, Fahir was a much more powerful man and he would usually always get what he wanted. It wasn’t much different when it came down to his son. Before Alev was even a year old, his mother had a fatal overdose that resulted in her death. She didn’t have any history of drug abuse nor any marks on her body that could indicate previous usage but her death was ruled as nothing but an accidental overdose. She was a nobody after all, right? After that, Alev was raised by Fahir and his wife.

Growing up, he had everything. He was spoiled rotten by his parents and they’d always find ways to clean up after him whenever he’d start wreaking havoc. Still, his actual relationship with them was never good. The rumors about how he was brought into the world were all he’d hear about as a child and it got stuck to him, made him feel less, made him feel worthless, nothing but the bastard son of a drug addict. It only worsened when his younger sister came around, the legitimate daughter of Fahir Özberk, and the family relocated to America. But it was never about her, Alev loved his little sister more than anyone in the world. She was his best friend and even with their distance nowadays, there’s still absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

As he grew older and despite the fact he was his father’s favorite to take over his “throne”, Alev became more and more disconnected from his family and started to walk into a very dangerous path of destruction at the age of twenty. He made some friends, not the good kind of friends, and they sucked him into their violent games. That’s when he found himself in Corpus Christi for the first time. And that path only became more insane as he delved into it until he was snatched right out by his father, knowing that if something like that would leak to the public eye, the Özberk reputation would be over. But Alev didn’t care, he didn’t give a shit about that. But he did care about his sister and if something were to threaten her safety, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

So he retracted, went back home, even started working in his father’s company as a way to please him after his shenanigans in Texas. And things were good for a while, peaceful even, which was something Alev just wasn’t used to. But that was just the calm before the storm, before his life took an unexpected turn that he hadn’t been able to fix since. He thought he had his shit together, he had a great career, he was fucking happy for once, but his world came crashing down on him when he received an anonymous letter saying that his biological mother’s death wasn’t an accident, that she wasn’t some junkie like he had thought all his life, it was all planned by Fahir Özberk himself. Alev still doesn’t know where the letter came from but all the proof he needed in order to believe what it said was there, including very vivid pictures of the woman’s dead body.

All the pent up anger he harbored for his father over the years came out all at once and he marched up towards his house looking for answers. All it took was one look at the older man to know that it was all true. Needless to say, Alev didn’t talk to his father after that.

Two years passed and he found himself falling back into his older days of feeling destructive. He completely ruined his life, his career, throwing everything he fought for out the window just like that. His whole life had been a complete lie, anyways. Feeling hurt and hopeless, Alev returned to Corpus Christi like a lost puppy, trying to find a new direction in his life but instead only drowning himself in different ways to numb out the pain. He completely lost his sense of reality during that time and it was the worst he’d ever felt. At least, for a while.

Somewhere in between that, the powerful Fahir Özberk was involved in a car accident and passed away from the injuries caused. His will stated that his son, Alev, would be named the new CEO of his company but it was clear that he didn’t want anything to do with that anymore and passed it on to his sister. Such action was looked down by all of those who were familiar with the Özberk’s and for a time, they saw Alev’s refusal as an insult to everything his father had previously done for him. Rumors even stated that Alev, the black sheep, had caused Fahir’s death but nobody ever bought that soap opera bullshit.

He eventually was able to get back on his feet, finding solace in the gang he now called a family. The life he lived wasn’t the one he pictured for himself but at least it had been his choice, he was the one in control now. And in the midst of that, just as he found a meaning to his miserable life again, he would meet someone. Alev would fall in love for the first time, growing so attached to that person so quickly it scared him to death. Their relationship, like their passion, burned bright and fast and he as if he had found his soulmate, his twin flame in that person, and that’s something he still believes in. Though what they had wasn’t always healthy, or anywhere near perfect due to the dangerous life he lead, Alev swore to protect them as long as he was alive.

Yet, as all things in his life, that ended on a bitter note. On an ordinary afternoon, they would get caught smack dab in the middle of a shower of bullets. A decade’s old fight between gangs finally lead to the confrontation that almost took his life, and as Alev clung to an open wound while he bled out onto the burning hot concrete of Texas, he was left for dead as the person he loved left him behind.

With the help of someone he didn’t know he could trust more, he was able to make it out alive. That wake up call was all he needed to know that the life he was leading wasn’t going to last and, as someone who’s always been extremely pessimistic, he took it as a sign that he needed to change. Turns out, he didn’t want to die. Not like that.

He left Texas for good after that. Climbed on his bike and didn’t look back. Still connected with his gang but not fully present when they need him, though they do understand the reasons behind him wanting to detach himself from them for a while—he’ll be forever in debt with them for taking him in when he needed it the most but he couldn’t stay. A scar marks his right shoulder as a reminder of what he’s been through and he’s haunted by the countless sleepless nights due to his nightmares that will never let him forget, but somehow he feels more free now than he’s ever been before.

Alev now finds himself settled in Nashville, coming to his ex’s hometown for their unfinished business. Unsure of whether he’s looking for closure or something else, all he really wants is answers to the questions that have been torturing him since that fated day. A small trailer in Hadley Park has become his refuge and despite the real reasons he’s in town for, he’s quite enjoying his stay. The darkness that lurks in the shadows keeps him interested, wanting to know more about what hides in Hidehill.

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babewiththepower86 · 2 years

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Will You Be My Wife? (Klaus Hargreeves x Female Reader)

Klaus has been pacing around y/n and his apartment for the past two hours, ever still y/n left to go get groceries and run a few errands. When the door was firmly shut, Klaus ran to the book shelf in their living room and on the top shelf in a little box where y/n couldn’t reach, he had hidden an engagement ring. He had bought it the day after y/n agreed to date him, which was a bit impulsive he would admit, but my god he loved y/n from the moment he laid his eyes on her. She was his reason for life, why he stopped doing drugs. She made the ghost go away and he wanted to be at her side aways.

Now said engagement ring was sitting on the coffee table while he paced back and forth in front of it for the past two hours not stopping. At this point he was sure he was going insane. They had only been dating for six months, you can’t ask someone to marry you after six months he reasoned, but then again there are those people who meet one night and go to Vegas to be married the next day. Which is the argument currently taking up all the space in his head. Yes he loved y/n more than himself, yes the last six months have been at first difficult but the best of his life and he wanted more of that. Of course that didn’t mean he had to marry her, their arrangement so far has been fantastic.

“This is crazy! I’m being absolutely ridiculous. I’ve only know y/n six months. But I don’t want to live without them.” he mused out loud, every other sentence taking him in a new direction.

“Would you stop pacing? You are giving me a headache.” Ben grumbled from his position on the floor. Moving his hands to hold his head, groaning in the process. Klaus turned to look at him and hissed.

“Come off it you’re a ghost, you can’t get headaches.” He snapped back and continued to pace. Grabbing two handfuls of his hair he screamed, “Ahhhhhhhh! Why doesn’t this have to be so hard!” Goddamit he loved her, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and damint he wanted y/n to be his fucking wife! He will just ask her, that's it he decided, he will ask y/n to marry him social standards be damned.

But, that nagging part of his brain said, what if she saids no. His face saddened at the thought. Y/n could say no and that would just destroy him. Fuck, fuck, fuck! His mind reeled, she was his rock, his solas, his everything. y/n was the only person that understood him, that supported him. She was the only person he wanted a family with. Not the fucked up family he was apart of but a real one with laughter and fun. He wanted so much from her and maybe it was too much, until recently he had been a druggie and wasn’t always but together, he still woke up in the night to nightmares. He still thought about the high every single day, so maybe he wasn’t the perfect person for y/n, she could do a lot better than him.

Y/n deserved a lot better than him, but still she stayed, she didn’t run for the hills the first chance she had, she loved him. Klaus knew that, god she told him every day she loved him.

“Would you at least talk your thoughts out? I can’t read your mind!” Ben tried, but Klaus was too deep into his head at the moment. So deep in fact he didn’t hear the door open, completely forgot about the ring on the coffee table, sitting perfectly in the middle like it was on display. Still lost in his head, Klaus didn’t hear as y/n dropped her bags on the kitchen table and called out to him that she was home.

Finally when y/n’s hands came up his back and embraced him into a hug from behind, Klaus noticed y/n was home, and he left the engagement ring on the table right in front of him. Shit this is not the way he wanted to propose to y/n. He wanted it to be romantic not that his shit brain lost track of time and her finding it. Fuck what was he going to do, if he jumped for it now while y/n was hugging him she would notice something is wrong.

“Hey Love, are you alright? Seemed pretty deep in thought there.” she laughed into his shoulder, pulling slightly away from him. Kissing his shoulder, y/n moved to the front of him and kissed his cheek then wandered back to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Panic over taking Klaus he jumped to the coffee table snatching the ring then grasping it behind his back. Y/n stepped back from him “Jeez! Hon what was that about, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” y/n exclaimed.

“What! Nothing, sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” Klaus said quickly, taking two steps away from her.

“Klaus baby, what are hiding, come on baby whatever it is we can get through it together.” y/n said slowly moving closer to him, but Klaus kept back up till his back hit the wall refusing to make eye contact. All his thoughts at the moment consistent of Fuck.

“Honey, listen to me. I love you so much. Whatever it is, we do it together okay?” y/n was almost to him, reaching her hand up to touch his cheek making him look directly into her eyes. Klaus hesitated he didn’t want y/n to see what was clearly in his eye, that he loved y/n so much and that love was making him reckless.

“Baby look at me. Are you relapsing? Please let me help you, I can’t lose you.” y/n said using both her hands to make Klaus look at her. Tears started to form in her eyes. Klaus sighed looking down at his beautiful y/n. God he was fucking everything up. He didn’t want y/n to think he was using again but by the way he was acting, he didn’t really blame her for thinking that. The only thing he could do was propose, because y/n was going to get that ring one way or another and he would prefer she gave it to her instead of her taking it from him.

Klaus reached his hand, not holding the ring, out to caress her face. “I wanted to surprise you with something so romantically chessy, but I guess this will work too.” A look of confusion crossed y/n’s face as Klaus started to get down on one knee. Oh God he was really doing this, he was going to ask y/n to marry him. He sent up a silent prayer to whoever was listening to give him strength and hoped y/n said yes.

“Y/n L/n, I love you more than anything in the whole world. You make me want to live and embrace life at its fullest. My Love, there is nothing in this world I won’t do for you. I want to grow old with you and have a great big family with you full of laughter and happiness. I love you so much. I know we have only been together for six months, but my god y/n they have been the best months of my life. So please my love, will you be my wife?” Klaus finished pulling out the ring from behind his back.

As Klaus was talking y/n brought her hands up to her face and cupped her mouth and nose tears streaming down, a smile forming at each of his words. By the time Klaus had finished his proposal y/n was covering her whole face with her hands, crying fully now, shaking slightly. Klaus started to frown, oh god she is going to say no and he just made a fool of himself, he sighed and began to get up. Y/n pushed him back down, looking at him full face smiling and laughing.

“Yes! Klaus yes of course I will marry you!” y/n exclaimed jumping into Klaus’s arms wrapping her arms around his neck. Laughing loudly, kissing him fully on the mouth, then moving to his cheeks. “I love you so much!”

Klaus was laughing with y/n hugging her closely to him. Klaus pulled y/n hands into his kissing the tops of them, then pulled out the ring he bought for him and slid it onto her left ring finger. “Oh god, y/n I love you so much. I was worried you were going to say no.” kissing her hands, then her cheeks and finally her lips. Placing his hands on his hips pulling her closer to him. Sliding his hands up under her shirt, grabbing at her skin.

“Hey! I’m still here, no sex in the living room!” Ben yelled at them. Y/n and Klaus stopped looking at Ben who was standing behind them. They burst out laughing. “Okay Benji, no sex in the living room.” Klaus said, kissing y/n shoulder.

y/n smiled pulling her new ring up to her face to look at it. It was a thin rose gold band with one larger diamond in the middle with other tiny ones surrounding it. It looked like the larger diamond was breaking apart into the tiny ones. It fit her finger perfectly like it was made just for her. “Do you like it?” he asked his eyes big looking for approval. “It’s gorgeous.” she smiled again, at this point it was just a permanent feature on her face, “I love you.”

“Is this why you were out of it when I came home?” y/n asked hand on his cheek.

“Yea he wouldn’t stop pacing, annoying he was.” Ben supplied. Klaus hissed at him. “Nobody asked you benji boy.” Klaus said to him. y/n lightly hit him on the chest. “Be nice to your brother.”

“Oh shit! The groceries,” y/n kisses Klaus once more then hops up and goes to the kitchen, “Baby I bought some of your favorite candies.” she yells back to him.

“Ooooo yay!” Klaus saids jumping up from the floor clapping his hands. “They can be our desert after I’m finished with you.” Klaus saids grabbing y/n and pulling her away from the kitchen down the hall to the bedroom.

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hot-mess-choices · 2 years

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An ongoing RANT – REVIEW – REWRITE of Surrender

CHAPTER 1

NSFW warning, might contain traces of bitter sarcasm

Let’s start with something positive. Surrender begins with a pop up that warns you about the story’s content and gives you the option to exit immediately. I click on ‘Exit Story’, my nightmare is over, I’m free…

Nah, we’re doing this hop on :D

The first cardinal sin of this book is that it only let’s you play as a female MC. If the story doesn’t require a female lead, there should be the option to play as a man. I know that that means more coding, more art, more dialog variation to work on, but isn’t it really a pathetic display of how lazy and half assed these releases are from a company that preaches inclusivity but doesn’t actually want to practice it.

We start out with MC remembering flashes of the night she caught her partner cheating on her with a Dominatrix and she comes to in her lawyer’s office building, about to have her first consultation regarding her divorce. After a quick exchange with their assistant, that hypes the LI up to be the best divorce lawyer in town, they show up. The lawyer is gender customisable, good, but from my experience with Pixelberry that means “written to be a man, but we had to make a female option after that sensitivity meeting, we all had to go through”. I’ll be using he/him pronouns because it says so in my screen shots.

Anyways, he shows up and MC is instantly attracted to him, but she has at least one braincell functioning:

Good instincts, Blank Slate Ransic, good instincts.

They move to the office, where the Lawyer offers MC Champagne to toast to this new chapter in her life. I’m not familiar with divorce consultations, but I find alcohol before any type of professional engagement questionable. After I can get behind, it’s to celebrate whatever business was dealt with, but before anything happened, idk, kinda shady.

We also learn that MC’s spouse has been making rounds. They basically consulted as many lawyers as possible to prohibit them from representing MC in the divorce, as that would go against attorney-client privilege. So basically, MC is out of options and dependent on this office to represent her, putting her in a very vulnerable position. It’s “deal with whatever we throw at you, or you won’t get good representation in court”. Fun.

Once in the office, the lawyer asks MC why she’s filing for divorce, she reaches into her purse and gifts me the absolute funniest screenshot I have ever saved to my phone:

Now we get the full flashback of the night MC comes home to her cheating spouse, who apparently isn’t only unfaithful, but also incredibly dumb. A BDSM session takes time and you do that in your own home, where your spouse could walk in at any given time? Plain stupid.

The MC walks in, is clearly shocked and their partner/the sub reacts equally shocked to see her. The Domme reacts like this:

Wow. Way to read a room, Lady.

🚩RED FLAG TIME: How to deal with an interrupted scene.

A good dominant is observant and aware of their sub’s needs and feelings and acts responsible and respectful towards them. Also, a dominant should generally be informed about how their sub is situated. BDSM only works with trust and there’s no trust without honesty. Cheating is frowned upon. If your partner doesn’t meet your needs, talk about opening the relationship up or end it. So, the Domme either knew about the infidelity and acted intentionally insensitive here, eww, or she didn’t know, decided in a split second she didn’t care and opted to continue the scene rather than take the feelings of her sub or their spouse into consideration, also eww. Neither is really ethical behaviour if you ask me.

How do we avoid this? Scenario 1 where she knows, turn the dialog into “Fuck, I knew this was gonna happen…” or a rueful “I take it you’re the wife…” or even just “Shit…”

Scenario 2 “You’re married?! What the fuck?!”

Overwhelmed, rightfully upset and weirdly aroused MC leaves the apartment and welcomes us back to the present with this gem:

At this point I am in tears because I imagine what a normal lawyer would have just witnessed. You asked your client why they want to divorce their spouse; they whip out a pair of handcuffs, space out for a hot minute and come back with an “I think these speak for themselves”. Handcuffs, the reason for your divorce indeed. I can’t breathe, help, why is this so funny?

MC voices how upsetting she found all this and well:

Listen, I get that you profit off of people’s relationships failing and all that, but how about we aren’t quite so unapologetically gleeful Mr Smarmy Dick Butt, huh?

Mr Smarmy proceeds to give out TMI when he tells MC that he doesn’t do committed relationships and how it’s so much more fun when things are kept casual. Thanks, that’s what I want to hear in a professional counselling setting.

He has drawn up a contract and MC signs on, saying that she’s either ready for “bigger and better things” or “anything he has to offer”. This apparently warrants a sharp inhale from Smarmy and he tells MC that she should be carful about saying stuff like that. She really shouldn’t have to, you creep. Keep your mind out of the gutter at work, how about that.

Attention is drawn back towards the marriage-ending handcuffs and Smarmy Dick heavily hints that he’s into kink. MC reacts startled and he offers to demonstrate their “various” uses. Sir, they’re handcuffs, the name pretty much says it, they’re not exactly the multi tool you make them out to be. Anyways, after all this he says that he won’t do anything unless MC explicitly asks for it. (This will soon be revealed to have been a blatant lie, but be patient.)

In our first diamond scene Blank Slate bravely asks Smarmy Dick to show her more.

Something good to mention here is that Smarmy Dick tells MC that she isn’t quite ready for anything and he tells her that “…in the world of BDSM, what you say – what you consent to – is everything.”

MC is nervous and horny and doesn’t really have an answer to that. How could she? She has no clue what being restrained brings with it and that’s a problem. Smarmy doesn’t really help here, telling MC that this means that her husband explicitly consented to everything the Domme did and looming in a standing position over her sitting in a chair.

🚩RED FLAG TIME: Consent, how it can and can’t be given and why you don’t restrain without a safe word.

Consent is the single most important thing in any type of sexual interaction and should always be enthusiastic and informed. MC, though curious, is hesitant and uninformed and the lawyer, who claims to be an experienced Dom, should recognise this. Even if MC tells him to cuff her, he should at first inform her, that restraints immediately put you at someone else’s mercy, it’s giving up your control in its rawest, most visible form and while that can be immensely stimulating to some, you need to know about this before any restraint is set in place.

Also, you never restrain without a safe word. Never. As I said, being restrained can be stimulating but also really fucking overwhelming. A sub can feel helpless and trapped when restrained and having your safe word is crucial for feeling safe in this situation. It guarantees a way out if all gets too much and you need that.

The game gives you the option to not be cuffed, good, in that case, the lawyer demonstrates by cuffing himself to his desk, not really an accurate demo, because he also has the key. If MC is cuffed, the lawyer runs a finger down her face and while she admits to feeling excited and curious, she also feels like she’s in way over her head. While they talk about MC’s unfaithful ex, the lawyer strokes her shoulder and then flat out admits that he’s a Dom.

But don’t worry, dear reader, he’s not in it to hurt you, he’s just a controlling prick with some serious boundary issues and a tough case of the over-sharesies.

He finally uncuffs MC and tells her that her interest in BDSM is more common than she might think, true. I like the framing here, where he tells her that he doesn’t just make it sound ordinary, it actually is and if she’s interested, she’ll just have to go for it.

The conversation abruptly shifts back to business and he gives her a to do list to prepare the case against her husband. But oh boy, does this man have an inability to keep it in his pants. He needs MC to do “whatever he says, whenever he says it” and sends her of with “Don’t make me punish you for disobeying.”

I am disgusted, appalled, my blood is boiling!

🚩RED FLAG TIME: Punishments, why they’re dealt out and when is it abuse.

Everyone who has ever remotely heard about BDSM is familiar with punishments, but only if you go further do you understand why they are a part of a D/s dynamic. To quote my first play partner: “90 percent of BDSM happens in your head.” And I agree. A dynamic is about giving up and taking control, it’s about trust and respect and discipline. You experience your limits, what it means to completely let go or the rush of being solely responsible for someone else’s pleasure. So why punish someone? Well, while each involved party in a dynamic has their boundaries, they also agree to certain rules under which they play together and rules are allowed to be enforced. Good behaviour is rewarded, bad one gets punished.

If a Dom tells their sub not to speak unless spoken to and the sub disobeys, the Dom is allowed to enforce his rule by dealing out a punishment. If that ever were to get too harsh the sub has their safe word in place. Punishment varies and needs to be individual for every sub. A sub who enjoys to be spanked and provokes punishment, is better punished by being ignored, you get the gist.

Punishment should only be given for something that happened within thy dynamic and during play. If you and your partner practise BDSM and as soon as you hit the bedroom you start to whip them for not doing the dishes, well you’re not a Dom, you’re abusing your position of power in your sexual relationship. Even in a 24/7 relationship, there needs to be a good understanding of what a punishable offense is and what isn’t. Communication is key, terms are up for renegotiation at any given time, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Your safety, comfort and boundaries should always trump your desire to please your partner.

The lawyer is not only threatening punishment to someone who isn’t his sub, he also threatens to give it out for something that is in no way, shape or form related to a D/s dynamic. That’s a huge red flag. If someone ever does that, run.

Back to the story: We skip a few days ahead and learn that MC is currently living in a hotel. We also learn that her spouse wasn’t only a cheater and an idiot, but also financially abusive and degrading.

MC hasn’t worked in the eight years she’s been married and is now beginning, not an entry level job, no, but an internship. An internship doesn’t come with job security, especially if you intern for a temporary political campaign.

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. MC’s life is a mess right now. She is emotionally and financially vulnerable and needs to find her footing in life before she even thinks about exploring BDSM.

Anyways, MC gets to pick a girlboss power outfit for her first day and meets Emerson, resident office jerk and your instant bestie Malorie, who also suffers from the over-sharesies.

I swear Pat, Emerson and maybe the Domme if she’s reoccurring will be portrayed as complete and utter assholes just to make Smarmy Dick Butt less appalling in comparison. I can sense it.

We end this first chapter with a text message from our lawyer and then switch perspective over to him and well…

🚩RED FLAG TIME: Unsolicited explicit messages and the ethics of attorney-client relationships.

I’ve been in enough online kink spaces to know that one unwritten rule is, that you don’t start off with explicit messages. It’s considered predatory.

A predator outs themselves by pushing or ignoring boundaries, because they’re only interested in what they can TAKE. They are aware that their behaviour is wrong, which is why they prey on vulnerable people who either don’t know better or are in a way dependent on them.

Excuse me, if I fail to see any romance or kinky fun in this.

Not only that, but most States strictly prohibit any sort of attorney-client relationship. So our lawyer LI doesn’t only act unethical but also unlawful. I get that “forbidden romance” is sexy, I really do, but this article explains pretty well, why this scenario is such a problem.

To quote: “In an attorney-client relationship, the lawyer holds the highest power of trust. It is an “unequal” relationship, […] the law views a lawyer’s engagement with a client as an abuse of trust and power.”

Taking this in the context of a BDSM dynamic sets all my alarm bells off.

I’m sorry I’m leaving on such a grim note, but I hope you understand why I’m so upset about this.

Until chapter 2, and don’t forget: If you see a pair of handcuffs, end your marriage immediately. They speak for themselves.

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chrisevansszn · 3 years

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Valleys and Mountains Pt 5🏔

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“I want a fucking divorce!!”

“I’m not giving you shit.”

“Why??? So, you can have your cake and eat it too? Who do you think you are??”

“I want my fucking marriage and wife back. Is that so hard? Yes, I’ve been talking to Cree but its because you’ve been ignoring me.”

“You narcissistic fucker you!”

He shakes his head.

“You know what! Your right! I have been fucking Jason to get back at you. You don’t deserve me!”

What the fuck are you thinking!

Chris swings in your direction but punches a hole through the wall. You are completely frozen in fear. He steps back and looks at his hand. There is blood coming from his knuckles. He grabs a kitchen towel, runs the kitchen sink to wet it and wraps it around his hand. He walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs without making a sound or eye contact with you.

You bent over finally catching your breath as tears run down your face. You didn’t move for about 15 minutes, stuck in that one spot. You finally looked back at the wall to see the damage. A perfect hole all the way through. You grabbed a paper towel and wiped your face as you headed to your room. You went straight to your closet to grab your suitcase to pack up some clothes. A night or two at a hotel is a must right now. There is no way you are staying here! You haphazardly throw clothes and shoes into your suitcase. You heard footsteps behind you and slowly turned around. Chris was standing there.

The silence in the room was excruciating.

“I’m going to a hotel.”

“I will go if you want me to.”

You swallowed.

“No, I don’t want to be here.”

You stood up to walk past Chris, he grabbed your arm as you walked past. You turned and looked at him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for everything. I really am.”

You pulled your arm away and continued to your bathroom to get more stuff. Chris followed.

“Are you invited Jason to your hotel?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! Fucking men!

“YOU HAVE A LOT OF FUCKING NERVE CHRISTOPHER! MEN WILL CHEAT AND FUCK UP THEIR MARRIAGE BUT THE MOMENT A WOMEN GETS EVEN THEY CAN’T HANDLE IT!”

“I can’t handle it! The thought makes me so fucking sick!”

You rolled your eyes, grabbed your shit, and finished packing. You headed out the door with Chris on you heels. He didn’t say or do anything. He watched as you put your shit in the car and drive away. You went to an Omni hotel and booked for a couple of nights. You texted your boss saying you needed a couple of days off for personal reasons. Your hotel room was all you were going to see for the next two days.

Chris called but you let it go to voicemail, begging for forgiveness, and do go to marriage counseling. You didn’t reply back. The next two days you laid in bed, rarely ate anything, and had room service to bring you bottle after bottle. You slept and drank the days away.

Day two came and it was time for check out. You headed back home as it rained cats and dogs outside. You pulled into the driveway. Chris’ truck was parked. You took a deep breath and walked into the house. Chris was sitting at the dining room table, he looked God awful. You can tell he hasn’t been sleeping. You paused and stared at each other.

“Y/N.”

You waited.

“Yes.”

“I am so sorry about everything. Can we go to marriage counseling?”

Marriage counseling isn’t such a bad idea. This can only go two ways…the marriage heals, or the marriage ends. Do you even want to be married anymore?

“Sure. Set it up.” You walked off. You had a lot to consider, you and Chris both did dirt maybe you can really patch things up and move forward.

The day has come, your first counseling session. Chris found a young lady who was well qualified. You did the whole introduction thing. You thought maybe this would do some good but let me remind everyone of what Christopher said.

“Chris & Y/N, thank you for coming in today. This is a place where you can express exactly how you feel. Now, who wants to go first?”

“I will.”, Chris said. “I think a divorce is the best option.”

You turned your head so quickly. You couldn’t believe what this asshole just said.

“Wait Chris isn’t there another option here. I thought you wanted to save your marriage?”, the counselor said.

You didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been thinking, about everything. Both of us stepping out on our marriage, Y/N disappearing for a couple of days, and our fight.”

“I only slept with Jason to get back at you.”, you snapped.

“Don’t ever say his name in front of me again.”

“Or what? You started this whole mess!”

“Please now I need both of you to settle down. We have to have civil conversation here.”

You got up and walked off. You needed a minute. After all this man has put you though, he thinks he can initiate the divorce?? The doctors retrieve you from the hallway, and you go back inside. Chris hadn’t moved a muscle. You and Chris go back and forth, its literally the blame game.

Thank God you both took separate cars! This first session was a nightmare. What had gotten into Chris?

You made it home before Chris. He actually didn’t walk through the door until later. You sat on the couch waiting for him. A real conversation was needed.

Chris finally walked through the door.

“Chris.”

“What is it?”

“What was that shit today? You beg me to go to counseling and then you start off by saying you want a divorce? What do you want to do?”

He rolled his eyes. The fucking audacity.

“I’ve had time to think. I am sick of begging you to make this marriage work. I’ve done nothing but BEG you.”

“So, you want a divorce? Tell me now because I am not wasting my time going to counseling with you.”

He sat up and put it hands on his hips. You hated that shit.

“Yes, I want a divorce. I want to be with Cree.” He looked at the ground as he said those words.

“EXCUSE ME? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

“You heard me.”

You completely lost it.

“FUCK YOU CHRIS! I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS!

You went and pushed him on his face!

“Y/N, don’t do that shit!”

Chris gave you a slight push to put space between you two.

“Get out now…”

“I pay the damn mortgage on this home!”

“PACK YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Chris gives you a look. He walks past you and heads to the bedroom. You leaned back against the nearest wall. You had to take some deep breaths. You walked over to the couch and sat. You could hear Chris slamming the dresser as he packed up. Not a tear fell down your face this time, you just wanted him gone.

About 10 minutes later Chris walks by with a suitcase, grabbed his keys, his wallet, and walked out the door. You grabbed your MacBook and sat back on the couch with a glass of wine and begin searching for divorce lawyers.

You didn’t want to tell anyone what was going on yet. You were too embarrassed. After searching, you found lawyer and decided to call in the morning. You didn’t get any sleep that night per the usual. You headed to work the next day and called the lawyer to set up a meeting to get the ball rolling.

A week went by and you and Chris haven’t communicated not once. Jason was texting, but you weren’t responding at all. The meeting with the lawyer was productive, she got all the paperwork together for you to get Chris to sign.

A few days later, you heard the door unlocking as you ate dinner in the kitchen while working. Chris walked in. He looked at you and you looked right back at your screen.

He walked over.

“I got the documents today from your lawyer.”

You looked up.

“Let’s talk about this.”

“There is nothing to discuss, sign the papers. If you want the house, then buy me out, if not…it goes on the market.”

You stood up to take your plate to the sink. Chris follows behind.

“I’m not ready to let you go.” He steps a little closer.

“This marriage is over.”

“Please Y/N.”

Chris leans in and kisses you softly on your lips, it caught you off guard.

“Absolutely not. Don’t ever kiss me again.”

“I’m your husband.”

“Does your new girlfriend know that you are here? I wonder how she would feel knowing you are making a move on your ex-wife?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Like I said, sign the divorce papers so I can move on.”

“Whatever. My lawyer will be in contact with yours.”

Chris walked away to the bedroom to get more clothes and such. He comes back out 20 minutes later.

“You’re already packing up shit?”

“Yes. When you sign, I’m out.”

He said something under his breath and headed out the door with his stuff. A couple of days later your lawyer called and said Chris accepted the terms.

A few weeks later you and Chris sat down with your lawyers to sign the divorce papers. As you both walked out, you noticed a young girl sitting outside the room. You finished up the conversation with your lawyer and headed out. You walked by and the young girl smirked at you. It had to be Cree. You stopped.

“Did you just smirk at me?” You wanted all the smoke.

“I’m just glad this is all finalized.”

“You must be Cree the whore. Well, best of luck to you.”

You turned to Chris.

“Did you tell Cree about you kissing me a few weeks ago when you came to get more stuff?” You faced Cree. “Don’t worry sweetie. I stopped him, but just know he was ready to risk it all.”

You turned and headed down the hall, and into your new single life!

Hope you all enjoyed this series! 💛

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Hey slug, thanks for the hard work you and your team do for the fandom!! me and some friends were discussing this and i thought it would be nice to see ur answer to this (only if it doesn't bother u, of course!!): what characters do you think parents would give a big thumbs up if you introduced them as your partner (in terms of personality and traits)? I personally think Hifumi or Ichiro would be the best son-in-law...

What an entertaining question. Believe it or not, I’ve given the matter some thought before for reasons entirely unrelated to this, so presenting: Hypnosis Microphone Men and Whether or Not You Should Bring Them Home to Your Parents.

Since there’s a wide age range among the cast members, assume that the “you” in question is roughly each character’s age.

Ichirou: Absolutely. This man is objectively a dream boat. Runs his own successful business? Check. Respectful to people of all ages? Check. Cooks? Check. Cleans? Check. Good with kids? Check. Take Ichirou and marry him before your parents marry him themselves.

Jirou: As far as high school boyfriends go, Jirou’s not a bad choice. He’s a sweetheart, popular, plays music. Doesn’t do drugs in the school bathroom. Could have better grades, but hey, you can’t win them all. He seems like he’d have you home by 8 pm. You know what? Sure. Why not? You could do worse.

Saburou: Saburou is the kind of middle school boyfriend that your parents openly like and privately dislike. What I mean is that he’s very polite to most elders and super smart, so he’s the kind of kid who is entirely unobjectionable, but he’s also the kind of kid who would try to mansplain your parents’ jobs to them. Worst of all, he would be entirely correct in what he’s saying. Your parents probably want to punch him, but they don’t because assaulting children is illegal, not to mention immoral. They will breathe a collective sigh of relief when he finally breaks up with you so he can focus on studying for the Science Bowl nationals.

Samatoki: I am so torn on this one. On the one hand, he’s every parent’s worst nightmare. He smokes indoors, has an awful temper, and is a fucking gangster, for pete’s sake. Yet he can also be a sweetheart who cooks for you and does everything to treat you right. I’m really stumped. Probably the best solution, if you’re really wanting to get in on that Aohitsugi ass, is to cut out the middle man and date Nemu instead. She is perfect in every way, so your parents will love her.

Juuto: If your parents watch Antiques Roadshow, then he will have a lot to bond with them about. Otherwise I think he’d be that kind of person who tells stories about himself way too loudly at family dinners, and after he leaves, one of your parents pulls you aside to say, “Your boyfriend’s really kind of an asshole, don’t you think?” I guess date him if you’re okay with your parents thinking you have cruddy taste.

Riou: I feel like the hard part here is luring him out of the woods and into a family dinner, but from there, it should go great. He’s over 6 feet tall. He can cook well. He has a strong sense of purpose and knows what he wants to do in life. Most importantly, he has a wonderful heart AND every survival skill known to man. He will change the oil in your parents’ car, fix the leaky pipe you’ve been meaning to get around to for six months now, clean the hood above the stove, and then swap recipes and heartfelt compliments with whichever parent does the cooking. Who cares if he doesn’t have a stable income? You don’t need that with guns like those. (insert flexing Riou image here)

Ramuda: I’m trying to think about the concept of a) dating Ramuda and b) introducing him to a set of parents, and I’m drawing an utter blank. There is nothing but “???” in my mind. I’m going to hazard a guess that this one would be a terrible idea.

Gentarou: Wow, your parents had no idea you were dating a prince of a tiny little kingdom in the Mediterranean AND a Harvard law graduate AND the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize AND the man who discovered a cure for cancer in an expedition deep into the heart of the Amazon rain forest. Look at you! What a catch. Only attempt this if your parents are gullible.

Dice: As much as I love Dice to death, this one is a no. Your parents do not want you dating a homeless man with a gambling addiction and bad table manners. Plus, the MIL here seems hard to get along with. Nuh-uh.

Jakurai: Absolutely. You’re in your 30s, so your parents are at least middle-aged. Probably they have some joint problems or some back pain. Jakurai can let them kiss that pain goodbye, and in return, they can let him kiss you! A win-win. He also boasts a handsome salary, has a lovely house, and seems like he’d be super respectful in a relationship. Yes. Go. Marry him.

Hifumi: If you’re a girl, you’re probably going to have to sit this round out. If you’re a guy or nonbinary... yeah, you’re probably going to have to sit this round out too. See, if you have a mom, how is Hifumi supposed to meet her? I guess you could... idk... stick a lampshade on her head and expect him not to notice. That could potentially work, but it’d raise a few awkward questions. If you do happen to live in a female-free household, though, you’ve hit upon the golden opportunity to make this man yours. You can replace every instance of the word “wife” in Judy Brady Syfer’s famous essay “I Want a Wife” with the word “Hifumi” and still have it make perfect sense, and it shows.

Doppo: I can’t in good conscience recommend this one. Sure, he’s hardworking and certainly polite enough, but does he have the time to respond to your emotional needs? Hell, does he have the time to respond to his own? If you invited him to family dinner, there’s a good chance that he’d need to work overtime and miss it. He’d apologize and buy you flowers to make up for it, but you know he’d also be worrying about the cost of those flowers, so... is it really worth it?

Kuukou: For some reason, my parents actually like Kuukou (although I think he’s also the only character they know besides Ichijiku), but I don’t think this would hold true for most parents. He sounds good on paper, but he’d probably make a disparaging comment about someone’s ass in the first five minutes. Perhaps if you tape his mouth shut and tell your parents he’s doing a vow of silence, then yes.

Juushi: As far as high school (is he still in high school?) boyfriends go, Juushi’s not that bad either. He’s shy but sweet. Respectful. In a band, but the kind that makes money and doesn’t operate out of someone’s garage. Yeah, you know what? Go for it. You could do worse. Just scroll up on this list if you need proof of that.

Hitoya: Yeah, absolutely. Hitoya has a great career and a fantastic attitude. He doesn’t take shit from anyone but can still be polite in the correct contexts. He also seems like the type who would get into a serious relationship and treat his partner right. Fuck it up. I support your love.

Sasara: Yes. He has the exact type of humor favored by parents of the father variety. Plus, he’s a famous comedian. There is good money to be had right there.

Roshou: Absolutely. Rather shy but very talented, hardworking teacher who obviously puts his heart and soul into his job? Of course. As long as he doesn’t death glare your parents, it will work out fantastically. Plus, he can talk about sports! That’s a thing that parents like, right?

Rei: Absolutely not. You remember last May when your parents answered a call from the IRS telling them they were about to lose all their money unless they gave the nice man on the phone their bank account password right at that very instant? He was the nice man on the phone. Why the hell would you bring this threat into your parents’ home? Look, you’re in your mid-40s. Your parents are getting up in years, and they want to see you settle down and be happy with someone. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this is not it. Why are you with Rei in the first place? Is it the fur coat? Listen, you are a grown-ass adult, and you can buy yourself as many fur coats as you want. I believe in you. It doesn’t have to be this way - you deserve better.

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punkrockmads · 3 years

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Found Family

Abby Anderson x F! Reader Mini Series

FINAL CHAPTER

Song Used: Dear One, Mary Lambert

Chapter Fourteen; Dear One

*TWO YEARS OLD*

"I look ridiculous." I groan, adjusting the pale blue dress Kayla had helped me fix up a few weeks ago.

"You look beautiful." Kayla assures, running her hands down the lacy sides to smooth them out. I look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, the dress is very beautiful. A beautiful ruffled skirt and rose patterned lace sides and metal buttons along the back, all a soft periwinkle color. I even let Kayla put a small braid in my hair on the right side, tucking it as well as the rest of my hair behind my ear. Kayla stands beside me, pulling me into a hug. "This dress really suits you." She says.

"I never thought I'd be getting married." I say with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think weddings were still a thing after the outbreak."

"Yet here you are." Kayla smiles. "You're about to marry the love of your life." I smile, feeling my hands shake.

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?!" I laugh. "I shouldn't be nervous!"

"Awww!" Kayla chuckles. "You're just excited! It's adorable!" She fixes her hair, loose strands of red falling out of her ponytail. The pink sundress she wears is the same style as the small white one she found for Evangeline.

"I can't wait to see Abby." I sigh, hugging Kayla. "Thank you for everything. You've planned an amazing wedding, Kayla."

"I'm your best friend!" Kayla smiles. "It's my job!" A knock at the office door pulls our attention toward it. Lev stands there wearing the same suit he wore when Evangeline was born. Kayla fixed it up so it would fit him better, seeing as it was too long in the first place.

"Y/N!" Lev smiles, running up and hugging me. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle!"

"Oh God it's already time?!" I feel my heart race in my chest, reaching into my pocket for the yellow paper I had written my vows on months ago. "Okay okay. Let me just go over these one more time."

"Nope!" Lev links his left arm with my right. "We're going now!" I turn around to look at Kayla. She gives me a warm smile, grabbing a bouquet Evangeline had helped her make.

"I'll see you out there!" Kayla whispers, hugging me tightly before walking out the door and around the corner.

"Lev." I mumble, staring straight ahead as I slowly walk with him out the door. "I'm terrified."

"Don't be." Lev says, squeezing my hand. "Remember, it's about you and Abby. Everyone who's here is here because they love you guys. They support you. You and Abby are the only people that matter right now, so just pretend it's only the two of you in this church."

"You're right." I nod, taking a deep breath. The music gets louder as we walk closer to the doors of the main room. She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert. A song Abby and I have slow danced to a million times. "Thank you, Lev."

"You're welcome." Lev says as we stop right before the doors. "Ready?" I nod again, pushing the doors open and walking in with Lev. The flower petals Evangeline had thrown earlier litter the dark wooden floor. All of our friends and neighbors turn to watch. I can feel their stares, but the only stare that matters to me in this moment is Abby's. Her eyes are locked on mine, a huge smile on her face. I feel myself tear up, seeing how beautiful she looks. She decided to wear a suit that matches Lev's. It fits her perfectly, making her look like as incredible as a marble statue. A tear falls down my cheek as Lev lets go of my arm, standing me right in front of Abby. I take her hands in mine.

"You look beautiful." Abby whispers, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"You should see yourself." I whisper back, laughing quietly.

"Mommy!" A familiar squeaky voice calls from the front row. Evangeline wriggles her way out of the arms of Kayla's little sister, running towards me as the crowd laughs. I bend down and open my arms for her as she runs into them. I lift her up, holding her close as Abby and I pepper her face with kisses. "Can I stay?" Evangeline asks, wanting to stay close by her moms.

"Yes you can." I nod, smiling as I set her down by my feet. She sits cross legged beside me, watching as Abby and I listen to Kayla's mother, Eileen, speak a bit about the two of us. I can't tear my eyes away from Abby's, feeling so safe and at home here with her. The whole world seems to disappear when I look at her. I don't even notice Eileen say it's time for vows until Abby lets go of my hands, pulling a piece of notebook paper out of her pocket.

"Okay." Abby sighs, her hands shaking. "Y/N..." She looks at me with so much love and joy. "When we first met, you were floating down a river trying to figure out how the hell you were going to survive. And when I saved you, you threatened me. Even though you had no weapons and you looked like a half-dead drowned rat." Abby and I laugh at the memory. "That's when I realized 'Oh fuck, I'm falling in love!' Then you trusted me, you came home with me and let me give you safety and food and comfort. It kinda felt like bring a wild animal into my home for the first time."

Abby's chuckle is cut off by a sniffle. "When you woke up screaming one night after a nightmare and asked me to stay with you, I knew I wanted to protect you and do anything I possibly could to make you happy and give you the life you deserve just like you've done for me. You've been through so much and you're still the strongest woman I've ever known. You gave me your heart. You've shown me a love I never thought I deserved until I met you. Fuck, you even gave me my own family! I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you and treasuring every single moment I have with you and our family. I love you so much." Abby wipes her tears away as I reach into my pocket for my vows.

I wipe my own tears away as I look at my writing. "Well." I pause, chuckling a bit. "I mean how the hell am I gonna top that?" The guests and Abby laugh at me as I take a deep breath. "I'm not great with words or romance... or people, really. But, when I met you, I felt this comfort and love I had never felt before and it made me want to try to love people again. When I told you about my past, you didn't judge me. You supported me every step of the way and stepped in to raise Evangeline as our baby. You are my angel. You are my savior. I..." I sniffle, wiping away more tears. "I should probably get to the vows before I start sobbing." I laugh. "Abby and I fell in love with Mary Lambert's music after I forced her to listen to it with me and... one of her songs has always stuck with me and made me think of her. So... Abby, I'm gonna use it as my vows to you, if that's okay." Abby laughs quietly, nodding and urging me to continue.

I take a deep breath. "Where did you come from, bright star? What heaven did you leap from, dear love? How can I say your name without the sound of Autumn underneath my tongue? Without acknowledging the lovers who bent me in half? Bless them for bringing me to you. How can I say your name without also breathing the words 'My God, I found you!'" I pause, taking a deep breath as I feel tears pour down my cheeks. "How can I ever speak again with this mouth when it has found where it belongs? When you touch me, I am a bed of calla lillies. I will make a house for you and fill it with evergreens. I will paint sunsets on every wall so you can only see beautiful things." Abby watches me, sobbing quietly as her smile grows even bigger.

"How can I say 'love' without wanting to fold myself into you like a thousand paper cranes. Dear one, I was halved the moment I was born. The other piece of me is inside of your mouth. And I was found whole the moment you spoke." Every single eye in the room is teary, Abby full on sobbing as I pull her in for a tight hug. She hugs back, whispering 'I love you' over and over into my hair as she holds me in her arms.

"That was absolutely beautiful." Eileen says to us, wiping a few of her own tears away. "Now. If there are no objections, let's continue. Abigail, do you take Y/N to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

Abby pulls away, locking eyes with me as she squeezes my hands. "I do." She nods, smiling at me. Her eyes shimmer, full of pure love.

"And Y/N..." Eileen pauses. "Do you take Abigail to be your wife, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

"Damn right, I do!" I grin, squeezing Abby's hands as I nod at her.

"By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you, Mrs. And Mrs. Anderson. You may kiss." I waste no time grabbing Abby by her shirt collar and pulling her in for a long, passionate kiss. She immediately kisses back, her arms wrapping around me as the guests cheer. We pull away once our lungs are screaming for air, pressing our foreheads together.

"Holy shit." I whisper, chuckling with Abby as I look into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Holy shit." Abby repeats, laughing harder. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too." I reply, kissing her once more. We pull away in surprise when Lev yells.

"Party time!!" Lev cheers, waving his hands in the air. He runs towards us, wrapping his arms around both of us as I pick up a giggling Evangeline. Kayla follows close behind.

"Group hug!!" Kayla yells, squeezing us. I wrap an arm around Abby, resting my forehead against hers once more.

"I love you guys so much." I smile, finding comfort in the arms of my loved ones. Abby gently puts a hand on the back of my neck, gently guiding me up for one more kiss. I let my eyes fall shut.

"We finally made that last name official." Abby smiles against my lips once we pull away.

"Yeah." I hum. "We finally did."

END

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everysongineverykey · 3 years

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alright motherfuckers! time for me to exert all my effort in order to overcome my ✨✨✨crippling dislike of talking about my more obscure interests✨✨✨ and tell you all about one of two SUBLIME webcomics i read this year that i am completely in love with! i’ll make a post about the other one later but for now, let me tell you about the beautiful, beautiful story that is author sarah jolley’s the property of hate and why everyone needs to read it! let me explain:

the property of hate is a delightful, whimsical, fantasy-type webcomic that you can read for free online or buy in book form for 25 bucks! i'll admit, i'm a teensy bit confused about the plot, but the basic gist is that a little girl is offered the chance to become a hero by a mysterious, cheerful monster that shows up in her room one night- she accepts, and the monster- a british, suited humanoid creature named RGB with a tv for a head- takes her away to a confusing, somewhat magical land of characters that have yet to find their stories, among other things. but there are as many if not more enemies as friends- fears, doubts, nightmares, given form- and the girl soon finds out that her television-headed guide's intentions may not be as simple as they first seemed. that's a shitty synopsis, but there's world-saving and gorgeous art, as well as these significant perks:

art and storylines that play beautifully with film and art techniques such as chiaroscuro (art technique concerning light and shadow), dolly zooms (type of cinematic shot intended to disorient the viewer), and many other niche words- and it does it so that it's interesting and suspenseful!!!

PAIR OF MARRIED LESBIAN MONSTER WIVES!! "but liberty," you cry, "if they're monsters, that's questionable gay rep, isn't it?" i remove you from the premises immediately. that is not a valid argument because there is exactly one (1) human in this story. stan julienne the candy monster and her music wife or perish💙

genderfluid side character!! it's only a small detail, but it's there plain as day! ("and what are we today?" "female, darling.")

precocious small poc girl protagonist who takes NO shit from anyone. she's still adorable and likable, though, and she has short hair!! that's not important to the story but we stan young female protags with short hair💙

rgb!!! rgb the tv man who initiates the journey and guides the hero on her way so that she may save this world between worlds of sorts. dapper, british, infuriating at times, and- i kid you not- CANONICALLY PANSEXUAL, he is absolutely wonderful to read, and his character development is just *chef's kiss*. i love him a lot

an absolutely showstopping found family story. rgb and the hero are the single best father-daughter duo in fiction, contemporary or classic. they get off on the wrong foot, and they get on each other's nerves a fair bit, but they're family by the end (keep in mind that to my knowledge, the comic is currently ongoing and unfinished) and there are these amazingly heartwarming scenes between them that just make my sad scared heart go dhfssgjjfhjhiggjdhfxhd

THERE'S A PRAYING MANTIS CHARACTER WHO SPEAKS ONLY IN MORSE CODE. PULL UP AN ONLINE MORSE TRANSLATOR, THEIR REMARKS ARE TOO GOOD TO BE MISSED

genius worldbuilding.... imaginative and ingenuitive characters and worlds and concepts... honestly everything's practically perfect from a storytelling standpoint and just plain fun to read

comedy

a wonderful cast of side characters,

exquisite art,

meaningful and true morals about emotional health and good versus evil (among other things),

and so! many! other! incredible! things!!

i could go on and on about this comic but the whole reason i made this post was to persuade other people to read it, so go do that! the link to the first page is here:

http://www.jolleycomics.com/TPoH/The%20Hook/1

and you can also follow the author on tumblr if you want! she's @modmad .

THANK you for reading this post. it is MUCH more structured than my normal posts and has a ton of information in it, uncommon for me and my pea brain, but i love this webcomic and hyperfixation go brrr💙 happy reading!!

#the property of hate #tpoh

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undercoverangell · 3 years

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thinking about pok lives and goes on spring break au heres everything in my brain atm

Pok gets enough money working for the government to get a new house so they no longer live in an apartment and instead are in like a nice lil 2 bedroom 2 bathroom house and the bad kids come over freshman year bc riz is like "oh my dad should know something about these palimpsets i feel like he'd know about them" and he's not of much use but like. to give yall some perspective on how i imagine pok in this au he's like this goblin w huge scars covering him who is like?? kinda athletic?? and he is also still a spy and still goes on missions so when they first meet him hes in this fairly nice house in like a button up and cardigan w plaid pants and has his hair like tied back (bc i think he would grow it out) in a low ponytail drinking coffee. and they've never met Riz's dad but suddenly just everything about Riz makes sense this guy is his fucking dad?? and he works for the government as an accountant?? dude this guy is cool as hell wtf.

He's just very eloquently spoken and seems to know a lot about things accountants shouldn't care about (why did riz send us to his accountant dad to look at a palimpsest why would his dad know anything about this?) and so thus begins the convincing riz who knows what his dad does that his dad is in the mafia.

also doesnt help that they do have a thing in the gukgak household about bringing new people directly to the house bc obviously pok does have a bunch of like secret rooms and drawers in the home and so the very first thing he says around them is "Kid you know how i feel about strangers in the home" and riz just goes "yeah yeah sorry i know we can meet at Basrar's or something next time-" "okay well im assuming its an emergency or something important if you brought 5 people over that i've never even met so what's up?" and its immediately weird bc... wtf.. hi ig??

"dude like why is he so like ..... that. like?? dude hes not an accountant i know that at least." "guys my dad is just some dude who works in accounting hes not a member of the mafia" "the ball im so sorry your dad has been lying to you he is a member of the mafia. does your mom know?" "i dont know?? probably??" "poor woman..." "oh my god"

theyre all so confused as to why he is so casual not knowing that like since he was 13 riz has known his dad is a spy and does missions and stuff and everytime they see pok literally just getting a coffee they confront him immediately even if riz is there

"so mr.ball....whats in that coffee???"

"vanilla. some cream and milk."

"theres no mafia secrets????"

"no. i got it with two shots of espresso."

"....weird....."

"if you want me to buy you a coffee you can just ask like a normal person."

"i dont need your MAFIA COFFEE....."

"okay, the coffee here is really good though."

".....maybe i would like just a small coffee with two shots of vanilla."

**hands them 10 bucks** "go ahead."

obv pok cant just tell his sons friends he barely knows that hes a spy so he just continually insists that he "works for the department of foreign affairs as an accountant. i work in accounting kids. thats it." and they all get it HORRIBLY WRONG and are like "oh yeah kalvaxis rlly wanted to eat an accountant JUST SAY UR A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA AND GO KINDA SUSPICIOUS THATS UR WIFES A COP ARE U TRYING TO MANAGE THE POWER SYSTEM SO U CAN GET AWAY W UR CRIMES???" and he just straight up "....YEAH IM A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA! YEAH U GOT IT RIGHT. IM A MEMBER OF THE MAFIA." and riz finds it fucking hilarious bc as hes busting out laughing his dad is going "riz the mafia is serious business u know this idk why ur laughing about it : (" and the bad kids think theyve cracked the case!! theyve done it!! (they have not!)

pok and garthy know eachother very well bc pok has been sent on numerous missions to Leviathan and so there's like little hints as to what pok does "oh you're still working for the department of foreign affairs! you been moved out of accounting yet?" and the bad kids are like "garthy he works for the mafia. sorry we had to break it to you...." and garthy who knows for a fact pok is not in the mafia just goes "....oh?? the mafia?? that's new! i cant imagine the wife likes that very much!"

Pok and Riz have a little moment in Leviathan where they just sit and talk and Pok assures Riz that he's cool and his friends like him and that he wouldve kill to be as cool as riz is when he was his age. Riz falls asleep on Pok and his dad is just glad hes getting some rest. he also sees the tattoos and goes "if your mom asks you got those when i was asleep and i didnt know."

He absolutely hates fallinel but hes been there on so many missions he is just used to high elves and their bs. "Ah.... Pook GikGuk..." "Mhmm. you got it right buddy." While there he just constantly looks so done with just about everything bc he has seen this place so many times there is like no "ooo new place!" value in it is literally just "yep. high elves and their high elven shit." he tells riz if he ever becomes a spy (which he definitely would btw i will die on the secret agent riz hill) to just. get used to this bc he is going to have to deal with this a lot.

In the nightmare forest he finally is like "guys im not apart of the mafia im a spy. i dont work in accounting lol u think my wife would marry some fucking accountant when shes as cool as she is??" and they're like "???? but... u admitted... u were in the mafia.. why would u lie..." "im a spy i literally lie for a living also i barely knew you guys except when you would come over to our house sometimes and stare at me suspiciously while I scrolled through twitter on my laptop" "MAYBE U WERE LOOKING AT UR MAFIA MEMBERS TWITTER" "WHY ON EARTH WOULD MAFIA MEMBERS HAVE TWITTER" "I DONT KNOW?? THEY WANNA LOOK AT MEMES!"

everything for this au is under the "pok lives au" tag bc i have. so many ideas. i am more than willing to take drawing ideas for this please ask me about this au (srs)

#d20 fantasy high #fantasy high #bad kids #d20 #gukgak #riz gukgak #pok lives au #pok gukgak #owlbears #dimension 20

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It’s Cold in Here Part 12

Hi everyone! Here is Part 12 and I hope you all enjoy! Stay safe! 😘

WARNINGS: Language and violence.

Stone cold. Ice Queen. A beautiful dead corpse is all I see when I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The midnight blue off the shoulder long formal dress I’m wearing is worth more than my apartment. The diamond belt around my waist is something I’ve never dreamt of wearing. The two slits above my thighs is something I’ve absolutely never dreamed of showing before.

I didn’t pick out the dress. Alfred had delivered it to my apartment this morning.

A hairstylist and makeup artist that Bruce had hired had come by just three hours ago to do my hair and makeup. My long hair is pinned up in a beautifully bun, and two long strands of my hair are let down, and frame my face nicely.

My makeup is natural looking. I’m grateful the lovely woman had noticed my discomfort and decided against the heavy makeup, and instead had given me natural look.

After she had left, I remained in my bathroom in a frozen, unsure state. On the counter lies a large jewelry box from Dick, with a note I hadn’t exactly looked at.

I inhale sharply and gaze down at the note.

Wear this jewelry with the new dress. You’ll look stunning. Love, Dick.

I can feel my chest ache with nerves and uncertainty. Opening the jewelry box, I’m instantly shocked to see a gorgeous diamond choker, two large diamond stud earrings, and a simple diamond and sapphire bracelet.

I don’t want to wear any of it. I already feel guilty enough to have to go to Bruce’s gala tonight. And even worse...

Accepting Dick’s marriage proposal.

I slip on the jewelry and finally look into the mirror with my head up high. I notice that I look exactly like the girls Dick used to date back then. The kind of girls I would never become.

A gold digger.

Eye candy.

Fame seeker.

I’m aware that I’m starting to slowly lose myself to Dick. After that awful night of him forcing me to do sexual acts with him, I notice he’s become more distant than I was. We haven’t even spoke since; only text messaging and having Alfred be the messenger between us.

Poor Alfred...he has absolutely no clue of what’s happening between me and Dick. I know for a fact that Dick must have lied to him. Dick must have told Alfred he’s nervous about proposing to me or something.

The thought of Dick manipulating everyone makes me wonder how far and long he’s willing to go just to save his face and reputation. Would he even manipulate Bruce?

If Bruce truly believed our “engagement” was real, then he would surely be fooled like everyone else. And then that would be very humiliating and disappointing for the detective; the so called Dark Knight.

I slip on my black high heels and force myself to head to the living room to wait for Alfred to pick me up. I mentally scold myself to get my shit together just to get through the night. But it’s obviously hard to put on a brave face when all I want to do is lie in bed and ugly cry all day and night.

No one will ever understand what is going on between me and Dick.

My best friends Artemis and Zatanna.

The Batfamily.

Justice League.

All of Gotham.

Jason.

I can feel the tears burning behind my eyes just thinking about him. Jason Todd. He was my last hope. The night I tried calling him to come help me was a failure.

He was supposed to break free from whatever Mad Hatter did to him.

He was supposed to help me figure out how to end Deathstroke’d evil bullshit.

He was supposed to save me from Dick Grayson.

Jason was supposed to be my hero.

My doorbell rings, interrupting my thoughts as well as bringing me back to the harsh reality. I grab my black clutch that holds my cell phone and surprisingly hides my knife.

Just in case...

Alfred smiles at me the second I open the door. “I must say, you are an absolute beauty tonight. I’ll have to fight off men for you, Miss Y/N. Are you ready to leave?”

“Thank you Alfred. And yes, I’m ready please,” I say, stepping out and locking up the front door before Alfred escorts me to the elevators.

I’m grateful that Alfred keeps to himself most of the time. He keeps a space between us until we reach outside; the dark gloomy sky of Gotham sends a shiver down my bare back. I immediately regret not getting my white shawl to cover my shoulders. Alfred guides me to the limo and opens the back door for me to climb in.

“Master Dick is already at the gala. He said he’ll meet us out front for the red carpet pictures.”

I want to scoff. But instead I respond as nicely as I can. “Okay, thank you.”

My cell phone rings. I quickly open my clutch and tense up when I see the unknown number.

Deathstroke.

I look at the unread text message.

You better make sure you accept his proposal, Y/N. You’ll have to see it through if you and Dick want to live.

I can feel myself choking up from just the fear of this text message. Before I could even think or really do anything, the limo stops. We’re here.

Alfred opens my door and holds a hand out for me to grab onto. “Here we are, Miss Y/N,” he says with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Alfred,” I say, with a small smile.

Alfred helps me out of the limo and as soon as he releases me, the paparazzi surround me. I’m forced to shield my eyes with a hand from what feels like a hundred cameras flashing at me. A hand grabs my wrist and I’m pulled closely to a warm, tall body. I look up and see Dick Grayson.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Dick asks, kissing my forehead, smiling down at me, pretending to be my loving concerned boyfriend.

I’m frozen from the affection but it doesn’t last long as Dick leads me inside the humongous building that’s holding Bruce’s gala.

I’m completely dazed from the million lights shining down on us when we enter the room. The ballroom is like a dream; marble flooring and exquisite art and statues surround everywhere. Men and women are dressed to the nines.

I even spot some Justice League members in disguise. Clark, Diana, Oliver, and Dinah are here and dressed so good.

I even spot Artemis with Conner and Zatanna with Tim, and even Damian, who are clearly shocked to see me here and with Dick.

I don’t blame them for being surprised as hell considering I’ve been MIA since...the last time they saw me or even spoke to me.

I frown and try to pull away from Dick’s strong grip to go speak to my friends, but he only tightens his hold on me.

My gaze shifts over to where bachelor and striking Bruce is standing in front of a tall man and blonde woman. My heart suddenly stops when I see Jason, handsome and sexy as ever in an all black suit with Isabel on his arm. He turns around and notices I’m staring at him. I expect him to glare at me or even give me a weird look since he clearly doesn’t remember me because of Mad Hatter.

But Jason doesn’t. He actually looks...confused.

I notice his dark hair is gelled but the messy spikiness is there. Possibly from running a hand through it. I automatically want to run my hand through his hair. I even want to hug him. I want to kiss him.

I want him.

I want Jason.

Dick practically drags me to the stage where he lowers his head to look me straight in the eyes.

“It’s going to happen right now. I can’t wait any longer,” Dick admits.

I swallow hard. “Okay, but could we talk about this first? Please?”

Dick shakes his head. Is he really going to ignore and pretend that this is all real? “It’s happening. I’m...I’m going to ask you to marry me. You’re going to say yes. You’re going to kiss me. And-and we’re going to live happily after. Do you understand?” he snaps, barely quiet enough for others to not hear.

My eyes glance over at Jason, who blinks a few times and looks all around himself and appears to be more aware. He turns to Isabel and he becomes angry; startling her and Bruce, and even others around them.

I look back to Dick, but I suddenly gasp in shock when I see Wally entering the gala in a suit. He stops walking as soon as he sees me and Dick closely together.

This is wrong.

I can’t say yes to Dick.

I can’t do this to Jason and Wally. This isn’t fair to them.

Wally loves Dick.

And I love Jason.

And the thought of saying yes to Dick makes me feel guilty because I don’t want to marry him.

I can’t lie.

I can’t pretend anymore.

I can’t do this.

We’ll find a way to stop Deathstroke. We’ll find a way to help Dick.

Dick stares down at me. His blue eyes are burning into mine. He looks pissed at me. He looks like he hates every single part of me. He sees me as his enemy.

But he can’t or won’t see how this is killing me.

“I...can’t. I can’t say yes and I can’t marry you,” I confess quietly. “I’m sorry.”

I notice Dick’s hand is squeezing my wrist tighter. The pain he’s causing me makes me wince and whimper in pain. His other hand is digging into his pocket and he reveals a small black jewelry box.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Jason, Bruce, and Wally approaching us with concerned looks.

Dick lowers his face closer to whisper in my ear. “You’re going to say yes to me, you fucking selfish bitch. I don’t give a shit about what you want or don’t want. You better say yes, and you better be my wife before I make your life a living nightmare,” he threatens quietly before he chuckles darkly. “Just like your past nightmare with Daddy Dearest.”

My eyes widen in horror when Dick mentions my stepfather; the man who emotionally and physically hurt me with sexual abuse. I lower my eyes to the floor. I know this has to be the final straw. Dick has crossed a line that I don’t even think he could take back or make it right.

I force myself to look back up at Dick but my attention is taken away from him and is now on the sky roof. Across the way on another building stands Deathstroke, who has his gun aimed directly at Dick’s back.

Oh my fucking God. Deathstroke is going to shoot and kill Dick!

Deathstroke knows I said no. He knows I’m not going to accept Dick’s marriage proposal. He knows I’m not going to do what he wants me to do.

I have to do something. I realize I have a choice. I know what I have to do.

And if I die, at least I die knowing I did care and love for Dick Grayson.

Even if he doesn’t love me back.

I follow my instincts that I was trained to act on. Without a second thought, I jump in front of Dick; allowing the faster-than-fuck killing bullet to pierce through my flesh at my right shoulder.

It burns. It’s making me bleed. It hurts like fuck.

I fall back onto Dick. He catches me and we crash to the floor. I can feel him sit up and gasp loudly in panic when he sees I’ve been shot and am bleeding.

“No...no!” Dick cries out. He puts his hands on the seeping wound and puts pressure on it.

Through the stinging pain, I can see everyone around us is frozen and staring in fear at the window where the bullet came from. I follow their stares and notice what they’re looking at.

Deathstroke is on the roof across the way. Everyone sees his gun is aimed right at the building. He shot me.

He waves at me and shoots his grapple gun to come straight at us.

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #red hood #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x reader

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