#70s male brown eyes

[beautifulfaaces]

Skeet Ulrich

Facts

January 20, 1970

American actor

Filmography

FP Jones [Riverdale: 2017-2021]

Brice [Escape Room: 2017]

Detective Rex Winters [Law & Order: Los Angeles: 2010-2011]

Paul [Miracles: 2003]

Chris [The Craft: 1996]

Thug [Turtles: 1990]

Appearance

brunette

brown eyes

1.83m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

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[wanderingelvis]

i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻

Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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[lustspren]

Paperwork ft JiU

length: 6k words✦

Dreamcatcher’s JiU & Male Reader.

genres: smut, oral, public sex, office sex, hard sex, a little bit of bdsm, dirty talk,  secretary ✧ 

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Being the CEO of a modeling agency might seem like a simple and even fun job, but it was the opposite of that. GX was internationally recognized for working with many of the fashion industry's biggest names, with over 70 active male and female models, so business meetings were a much more frequent occurrence than normal. That's not counting the immense amount of stuff and paperwork that you had to attend to every hour. The vast majority, how could it be otherwise, were about money.

You weren't complaining, it was work after all. Not to mention that the money you earned was enough for you to retire at 25 and live your whole life on it.

You raised your left wrist to see the time on your watch. 8:14 AM, your check-in time. You walked through the lobby of the building with your briefcase in one hand, a serene and refreshing expression on your face. As the director of a modeling agency you had to take very good care of your physical appearance and your image. You were wearing a beige blazer and a white shirt buttoned up to the neck, along with khaki pants and brown dress shoes. But your favorite part, and that made you feel confident, were the black suspenders that your jacket hid.

A friendly greeting to everyone present at the time was enough for you to enter the elevator to the upper floors, a few glances still on you as the doors closed.

Next, you were on the floor where your office was located.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, your vision was flooded by the constant flow of employees and assistants going from here to there, with dozens of papers and various documents in their hands. It was nice that the room was quite spacious, with a high ceiling, otherwise it would look like downtown Seoul on a Saturday afternoon.

The work centers were distributed neatly to one side, right next to the large windows that allowed to see the beautiful city in its maximum splendor. The cubicles were made up of two stalls, one facing the other, there were a total of six of them on each side of the floor, accompanied by a large black leather chair at the bottom of each row for the employees to rest in case they needed it. The division of the floor was marked by a group of four columns right in the center of it, decorated with plants at the base of each one. Finally, the highlight was the synthetic ebony floor, which reflected the light from the windows and gave the place a more lively appearance.

The few who noticed your presence offered you a quick greeting before going back to work, the others, however, were so absorbed in their tasks that they barely turned to see you. Better for you, you hated delays.

You walked for a few minutes through each row of cubicles, silently supervising the work that the employees carried out on their Macs. One screen in particular caught your eye, it seemed to be designing a logo. You stepped to the side of the girl's chair just to get a closer look. It wasn't until after a few seconds when the girl noticed you.

“Oh, ah… good morning sir,” she greeted sheepishly, pressing two keys to bring up the computer desktop.

"Good morning, Miss...Kim...Hyunjin, isn't it?" you asked.

“Yes, yes sir,” the dark-haired girl agreed.

“What were you working on? Show me, please,” you ordered kindly.

Hyunjin was hesitant at first, but eventually opened the app again to let you see. The screen now showed a redesign of the agency's current logo, now it was more minimalist, but at the same time it did not lose that touch of elegance that characterized it. It was perfect.

“Hm… why did you hide it? The design is excellent,” you finally mentioned, straightening up, “why aren't you in the marketing and design department?”

“Ah… I joined this agency as an economist, sir. It's a long story,” she seemed sad about it, like it was a subject she didn't like to talk about.

“Well, pick up your things. Right now you will be transferred, I want that logo everywhere,” you turned to leave, but the girl stopped you, grabbing you by the edge of your jacket sleeve.

You turned around somewhat confused, only to see Hyunjin with tears in her eyes.

"Are you serious?" she asked you with a trembling voice.

“Yeah, why are you sad about it? I can still change my mind, if you wish.”

"No!" she said quickly, shaking her head, "No...no, it's just that...my father..."

You immediately understood.

You raised your hand and shook your head to indicate that an explanation was not necessary. You left your briefcase on the floor, to take a silk handkerchief from your jacket pocket. You stood in front of her, wiping away the tears running down her cheeks with the soft cloth, then depositing it in her hand.

“There's no need to cry, Miss Kim,” you gave her a small smile, “I'll have my assistant do all the necessary paperwork for your mobilization. Now, gather your things and make sure you put that document away."

Ending the matter, you turned around and headed down the hall where the individual offices were, leaving the still stunned girl behind.

The corridor was quite long, proportional to the size of your office whose door was just to the left, in the middle of the wall. You immediately entered the room, which wasn’t exactly conspicuous for its simplicity.

It was the opposite of simple. It was a large office, designed to be state of the art, full of black and white. Your desk was in the shape of a wide L, made of a black synthetic wood and closed in front with a white plate; on top of it was just your Mac, a tall, thin silver lamp pointed at the keyboard, and the local phone. Behind it stood a large filing cabinet at least thirty feet high, with black doors and white edges; it was overflowing with folders marked by month and year. And to the left of the desk was a leather couch, big enough for four people.

You certainly didn't need such a big office. You were a man of simple tastes, you enjoyed the minimalist and the visually pleasing. On your first day as CEO it looked like a sci-fi space cabin, and you quickly disagreed, making changes left and right to make the room your own, even if it meant having to take out half the furniture that it was, in your opinion, unnecessary.

The vast cut of furniture made the office feel very empty, leaving the side opposite your desk totally bare except for a few decorations. You hated that feeling, just as you hated feeling alone in such a large space. You were quick to take action.

There she was, sitting cross-legged behind her small but no less pretty desk, her gaze riveted on her computer as she typed intently. Your secretary, Kim Minji, with her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. It wasn't until you closed the door behind you that she snapped out of her trance and turned her head to look at you.

“Good morning,” she greeted, flashing you a bright smile that caused her eyes to narrow slightly behind her glasses.

She wore a khaki cardigan over a thin white striped shirt with two open collar buttons, with a black skirt fitted a few inches above her knees, she had quite a distinct style when it came to dressing, opting mostly for light colors and opaque, she almost never wore a skirt of a different color, and she hated heels, so she wore sandals as long as it wasn't a formality.

"Good morning, Minji," you returned the gesture, to walk behind your desk, "what's new?" you asked, sitting down in your chair and putting the briefcase to the side of the desk.

Minji sighed stressed.

“A lot of things,” she answered, going through some documents that she had loose on her desk, “I sent everything to your email, so you can take a look.”

She looked back at her computer, the screen lit up her face. You immediately entered yours, finding yourself with dozens and dozens of new entries in your mailbox.

"Fuck, we have work to do," you grumbled, propping an elbow off the edge of the desk to support your chin with your hand.

After a few minutes, several knocks were heard on the door.

"Go ahead," Minji said.

Seconds later, a short boy with blue-black hair peeked through the door, an enthusiastic smile on his face. Ju Haknyeon, your assistant and computer technician.

"Good morning boss. Good morning, Miss Kim,” he bowed to them both, “If you need me, you know what to do. Want a coffee?”

“Good morning, Haknyeon,” you looked away from your computer to see him, “Yes please,” Haknyeon nodded to leave, “Oh! Before I forget it."

Haknyeon stopped, turning around.

“I have transferred Miss Kim Hyunjin to the marketing and design department. Do you know her?”

"Of course! I have chatted with her several times, she is quite sweet. Why?"

“Help her personally in the process. Make sure that the documents reach my power to sign them, and that everything is fast and effective.”

"Understood," he nodded, "May I ask the reason for that decision?" He asked, after a short pause.

"You'll see later, now go," you nodded toward the exit. Hakyneon bowed, before leaving the office.

Minji looked at you from across the room with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Don't tell me she saw you with those pretty eyes of hers and led you to do that."

“No, you'll see later,” you repeated, “Why? You are jealous?" you joked.

Minji narrowed her eyes, clenching the pen into a fist without you noticing.

"Just check the fucking documents and sign them."

You let out a hearty laugh, settling into your seat. You took off your jacket, hanging it from the back of the chair before diving into the sea of papers.

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Minji rose from her chair, stretching out her arms and legs with a heavy sigh. It was 2:03 PM, six hours since the last time she was able to stand before planting her butt in that stall. You had already finalized more than half of the pending issues, but there was still a long process ahead to be able to finish.

“I don't know if we can get it all done before dismissal time,” Minji shrugged out of her cardigan, setting it aside by the keyboard.

"We'll have to put in an extra hour or two," you shrugged, leaning back in your chair.

“You're lucky you pay me too well to complain,” she pulled a pack of gum out of her bag, putting one to her mouth.

"Are you sure it's just because of that?" you stared at her, an amused look on your face.

Minji rolled her eyes at her, shaking her head. She walked to stand in front of your desk, braced her hands on the edge, and leaned in toward you, staring into your eyes. From your seat you could see her black bra under her shirt, just what she wanted.

“Listen to me, little boss,” she said, quietly, “You're teasing me, and you definitely don't want to tease me. You better keep your mouth shut."

She didn't really seem upset, but you supposed it was best not to look for her to be.

"Whatever you say, Miss Kim," you replied after a few seconds in which the tension between you only grew.

"Good. Now authorize the photo session with Prada, it will take place in a week in their buildings and the chosen ones were Kim Jisoo, Choi Yerim, Yoo Jimin and Kim Jiho. We just have to cover transportation and their assistants."

With that, Minji straightened up and walked back to her desk, swaying her hips from side to side knowing you had your eyes on her.

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The sun gradually stopped illuminating the office as the hours passed. It was 4:54 PM, by which time all regular-hour employees had left the building except for the custodians, cafeteria attendants, and a few hairstylists who stayed to make inventory.

You and Minji were still focused on your work. The documents were diminishing faster and faster, and in a short time you would be free to leave that place.

None of you said a single word beyond what was necessary. Only the sound of the air conditioning, the keys, the clicks, the pen against the paper and the continuous movements of the sheets rubbing against each other could be heard. The two of you had divided up the work so that you wouldn’t only take care of signing things, but also reading documents, answering emails and paying employees.

You both were a good team, three years of working relationship didn’t pass in vain, after all. You had gone out together on more than one occasion, for lunch on weekends or a drink, always friendly. At that point, you considered her a good friend and a person to rely on at all times.

The clock struck 5. Minji turned to it, exhaling heavily before going back to her business.

“You can go if you want, Minji. I can do it on my own, seriously,”  you said, looking at your screen noticing her obvious annoyance.

"What? Nope! Don't even think about it, I'll stay with you," she protested, raising her voice a little,  “Just because I complain doesn't mean I don't want to. I'm just tired, and I'm sure you are too."

She was right. It has been a hard and stressful day for both of you. You leaned to the right to see her.

"Thanks, really," you nodded.

“Besides, without me you're a mess. Ultimately, I'm staying."

She was right too. You let out a small laugh, before turning your chair towards the printer and continuing to work.

Exactly an hour and a half later you got up from your chair, dropping the pen on the table to indicate that it was the last signature you did for today. With a sigh you approached the window to your left, looking at the beautiful sunset between the buildings of Seoul for a few long seconds until you took a seat on the sofa in front of you, resting your head on the back and intertwining your hands in your lap.

Minji took a few more minutes to finish. She came out from behind her desk and walked wearily over to the couch, taking a seat next to you. A long sigh escaped her lips. She crossed her legs and rested her left elbow on the back of the couch, so she could turn around and look at you, her cheek resting on her hand.

"This job is fucking heavy," you declared with a smile, feeling the blonde's eyes on you, "It's nice to have a cute partner for motivation."

"Just cute?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty, smart, kind, hard-working..."

“And…?

“And what?” You turned your head a little to see her.

Minji brought a hand to the nape of her neck, untying her ponytail and letting her silky blonde strands fall free over her shoulders. She brushed her hair back slowly, cocking her head to the side with a murderous look on her face. You followed every move carefully.

“Fine, and dangerously sexy,” you blurted out.

Minji couldn't help but let out a satisfied giggle. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks, it was evident that she wasn't used to receiving such comments very often, most of the time she was so immersed in your work that she didn't even have the chance to be a bit more spicy.

“More than all those models with perfect bodies and perfect faces?” she insisted, eager for your answer.

"You could very well be one of those models with the perfect body and perfect face, Minji."

You didn't know where she was getting with those questions. She seemed to be waiting for your answers like an animal eagerly waiting to be fed, only to sate her hunger later. Maybe that's where the shots went.

Not satisfied with that, Minji took her time undoing two more of the buttons on her shirt, never taking her eyes off you for a second. Now her cleavage was almost exposed, allowing you to see her bra. Your gaze made a detailed tour of every corner of her body. Her angelic facial features, her neck, her sharp collarbone, her hands, ending at her toned, luscious legs, pressed one on top of the other.

“Very well, yes. You are much sexier than any model in and out of this agency, I can say that for sure,” you stated, pursing your lips as her eyes rested on yours.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she replied with a mischievous smile, "now how about we release a little tension?"

With a quick movement Minji straddled your lap, resting her hands on your shoulders. That took you by surprise, but it didn't take long for you to warm up to play along.

"Just here? In our office?" your hands went to her waist, pressing to feel her between your fingers, “Why don't we go to my apartment instead?”

“I don't think I have enough patience… I want you here, and now,” the blonde demanded, taking her hands from your shoulders to your face, which she gently cradled to plant a tender kiss on your lips.

In a moment both were intoxicated by the kiss and the heat that both bodies gave off, your hands caressing up and down her thighs on each side of your waist. It wasn’t the first time you were in a situation like this. Some time ago you had a small moment of sexual tension with kisses in between, but you were drunk and the moment wasn’t right, so you quickly left the thing behind.

Minji brought her hands to the hem of her skirt, slowly pulling it up until she was wrapped around her waist, her legs and butt now fully exposed. You gave each of her cheeks a slight squeeze, causing the blonde to start moving firmly on your lap. Both crotches rubbing against each other.

You tightened your hold on her butt, making the brush between your bodies even tighter. Minji moaned into the kiss in response, pulling away from it after a few seconds and plunging into your neck. She took a moment to get rid of the bothersome straps, delivering deep, needy kisses that reached all the way to your collarbone. The girl's hands worked efficiently on your shirt, undoing each button all the way down, then sliding the garment off your shoulders.

Her first instinct was to plant her hands on either side of your torso, feeling your skin against your fingertips as she moved them up and down and kissed your chest. You took her by the chin to bring her back to your height, kissing her again for a few seconds as you returned the favor and removed her shirt and her bra, freeing her round and soft breast

Minji held her breath as you broke the kiss and leaned down to bring one of her tits to your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking gently. She moaned softly, resuming the movement of her hips in your lap with both arms around your neck, occasionally stroking the hair at the nape of your neck.

You continued playing with her breasts for a few seconds until Minji gently pulled you apart, getting off your lap and kneeling on the floor between your legs. She took a moment to remove her glasses and set them aside on the couch, her hands caressing the inside of your thighs. She brought her face a few inches from your crotch, kissing the thick bulge that protruded from the fabric as if it were a treasure. She was soon joined by her hand, which gave a light squeeze before beginning to work on your belt and pants.

With your pants now off your legs Minji focused all of her attention on your eminent erection, which was already screaming to be released judging by how hard it was. She stroked her hand along your entire length slowly.

“Fuck… I already want all of this inside me,” Minji said, her voice thick with sensuality and desire, finishing with a small bite on her lower lip.

With no time to lose, Minji gripped her fingers in the seam of your boxer briefs, finally pulling them away from your legs and freeing your throbbing cock. She planted a few wet kisses at the base of it, climbing up to meet your tip and give it a slow lick that made you shiver.

She held it with one hand, using her lips in kisses to stimulate every little corner of your shaft. When she reached your tip she again twisted her tongue around it, collecting the small drops of precum that began to seep to continue moving from top to bottom.

Seeking a better taste, Minji wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently up and down as your face twisted slightly in pleasure. After a few seconds, she pulled it out with a loud pop, slowly jerking you off with her hand.

“Someday you could bring Miss Kim here…I want to see if she can do this better than me,” Minji said, spreading wet kisses down the back of your member.

"I'm not going to do that. What kind of boss do you take me for?

"Oh no? Then maybe I should just go and leave you with your pants down…"

Minji made a move to stand up, but you grabbed her arm hard and yanked her to her knees again. Preempting anything she had to say, you held her in place with one hand on the back of her neck and plunged her fully into your cock, half of it now inside her mouth.

Minji moaned around your shaft, further turned on by how roughly she was being treated. You kept your hand on the back of the girl's head, setting a steady rhythm that she soon got used to.

Soon you didn't need to use your hand, as Minji was moving her head up and down forcefully, taking most of your length in her mouth. Seconds later, it turned into a sloppy, frantic blowjob.

You raised both arms to the back of the couch, enjoying the lewd act between your legs. Minji worked expertly, barely displaying a gag reflex as she brought you right down her throat. As a last move, she took every inch of you into her mouth until her nose rested against your base. You closed your eyes, fighting with yourself not to explode in that moment. Seconds later, as she was choking, Minji pulled you out of her mouth taking a deep breath, jerking you off furiously. Several threads of saliva connected your cock with her mouth.

You leaned forward, cupping your hands over Minji's face for a passionate kiss that only lasted a few seconds.

“Get up… I want to have my taste too,” you ordered.

Minji stood up, followed closely by you who wrapped both arms around her body. You guided her between kisses behind her desk, pushing the chair aside so you could have more room and pulling it up to the edge of it. By pure instinct Minji opened her legs wide, causing small friction between your tip and her crotch. You broke the kiss to rush down her breasts and her abdomen to kneel in front of the wet spot in her panties.

Avoiding wasting as little time as possible, you hook your fingers into the hem of her underwear to slide it down Minji's beautiful legs. Now you had a front row view of her glistening pussy, soaked from the little session earlier.

"I didn't know my co-worker was such a dirty little slut..."

"I'm just a dirty little slut to you, boss."

Seeking to push her as far as possible, you began by distributing small kisses and bites on the inner side of her thighs, causing small involuntary reflexes in her. You moved more and more into the center, purposely circling her slit only to drive her into despair. Minji twisted her hips subtly, searching for your mouth.

Having had enough of teasing, you placed your tongue flat on her slit and gave her a slow lick that ended on her clit, which you greeted with a small kiss that tickled Minji. The girl's legs closed slightly on either side of your head as you used your lips and tongue to stimulate her in different random patterns, letting her motor now run into overdrive.

Loud moans soon filled the large office as pleasure built inside Minji. You set about devouring her pussy like it was a gourmet dish made by a five-Michelin-starred chef, frantic, precise movements attacking her sensitive little nub with your tongue, turning it into a quivering mess on the desk.

With her thighs pressed fully to either side of your head, Minji threaded her fingers through your hair, desperately pushing your face deeper into her pussy in search of her orgasm. You understood perfectly, so you decided to double your efforts, bringing your index and middle fingers to her slit. Being so wet already your fingers entered without complication, eliciting the loudest moan yet from her.

That was a coup de grace for the blonde. She was soon overwhelmed by the incessant assault on her clit, combined with the pumping of your fingers deep inside her.

"Fuck... don't s-stop, I'm so close, p-p-please keep it up honey... oh fuck!" she moaned loudly, playing with her own breast with her free hand.

Just saying those words was enough for Minji to press her thighs even tighter around your head and suddenly explode in your mouth, writhing aggressively on her desk, loud moans filling the room. You firmly held her legs to plant her in her place and prevent her from knocking something off her desk, you really had made a mess of her.

After a few long seconds Minji laid her back flat on the cold wood, struggling to regulate her breathing. You took that as a sign to stop. You pulled your fingers out, and pulled away from her crotch licking your lips. A small smile appeared on your face.

“You taste very, very good…just as I expected,” you leaned into her, seeking her lips to once again plunge into a sloppy, fiery kiss.

“Put that damn thing inside me…I need it,” Minji said, breaking the kiss after long seconds.

She cupped your cock with one hand, rubbing the tip meanly up and down her slit. Already annoyed, she bit your lip hard and caught you again in a kiss that lasted only a few seconds until you introduced the first centimeters of your cock inside her.

Minji pulled away from your mouth to moan simultaneously with you. You slowly pushed your full length into her tight, wet cavity. You gave her some time to adjust to your thickness; after a moment, your cock had disappeared inside her.

You stood up in front of the desk, took hold of both of Minji's thighs with your hands and began to move your hips back, inching out of her until only the tip was inside, to enter again with a strong thrust, Minji let out a loud moan.

“Fuck me… hard. Don't you dare be careful,” Minji pleaded, licking her lips and pursing them, meeting your eyes.

"I didn't mean to be."

You gritted your teeth and clung firmly to her waist, beginning to establish the intense rhythm that would continue for the next few minutes. That ended the momentary silence in the office, now filled with Minji's moans, the wet sound of your fused intimacies, and the slight bump between your bodies.

Your right hand traveled up her toned abdomen to stop on one of her breasts, squeezing it and playing with her nipple between your fingers. Minji responded with little squeaks of pleasure punctuated by the thrusts, enjoying the combination of intense pleasures. You couldn't help but admire the sultry expressions on your pretty secretary's face as her inner walls hugged your cock tightly, almost forbidding you to get out of her.

Minji took hold of your wrist with her hand, pulling it from her breast to her neck.

“Ch-choke me…” she pressed her own hand around your wrist to invite you to it.

You didn't think about it for a second. After wrapping your fingers around her neck, you pressed hard enough not to hurt her, slightly stifling her breath. Minji tried to moan, but nothing came out of her mouth but small choking sounds. Her pussy tightened around your shaft even more, showing how much she was enjoying it.

“I didn't know the little slut was turned on by this kind of practice… Tell me, what other things should I know?” you loosened your grip, the opposite of the movement of your hips, which became more aggressive.

"S-S-slap me…" she managed to say, widening her eyes a little.

You were an obedient boy, so you quickly removed your hand from her neck to give her a sharp slap. You knew how to control your strength, there would be no problem playing with her a little more.

“What are you, Kim Minji?” you asked, pursing your lips, doing your best to keep up your pace without exhausting yourself.

“I'm a dirty little whore…” Minji bit her own lip hard to tease you. You fell for her tease, giving her a harder slap on the other side of her face.

“Not the answer I expected,” you grabbed at her jaw, causing her to look at you.

"I'm your dirty little slut... I-I belong to you, and only you."

"That's better," you smiled, "Get up, I want to fuck you from behind."

You came out of her without warning, grabbing her wrists to help her down from her desk and then turning her back to you. Minji knew what to do right away, leaning over her desk and presenting her perfect ass to you, plus she removed the ponytail holding her hair, which flowed free down her back.

You aligned the tip of your cock with her entrance again, entering her with a hard thrust. Minji threw her head back to let out a piercing moan, and you took the opportunity to grab a fistful of her hair in your hand, pulling it hard against you as you resumed your frantic thrusts.

You put the weight of your free hand on her lower back, using it as support to push deeper and hit that precious spot with ease, which wasn't so difficult thanks to the new position. Minji just moaned uncontrollably, feeling closer to her own orgasm.

"I-I'm going to-o-o-o..." Minji was trying to formulate her sentence, but the intense shakes she received from your thrusts only interrupted her, "AHHHHH!".

After a loud cry Minji clung with her hands to the edge of the desk in front of her face, while her legs trembled. Her second orgasm of the day attacked her more aggressively than the previous one, with violent spasms that ended up leaving her body exhausted. You didn't stop for a moment, fucking her hard through her climax. It was all becoming too much to take, the sweet sounds of pleasure coming from her like music to your ears, and the sudden constriction of her walls around your cock eventually pushed you over the edge too.

"M-minji... where..." you gasped, letting go of her hair and now supporting both hands on her behind to squeeze it between your fingers, several drops of sweat running down your forehead.

“I-i-in-si-d-e-...p-please f-fill m-me up, I-I n-eed it...” Minji said in a weak voice, the side of her face flat against the desk, and her eyes narrowed.

That was all you needed. With a few more thrusts of your hips you exploded with one last thrust, unloading a huge load of cum inside her. You clung with all your strength to her hips while you closed your eyes, fully enjoying your own climax. You'd probably leave marks on her skin, but you didn't care, and you were sure she didn't either.

Minji let out a long sigh of satisfaction as she felt the hot, thick liquid inside her, giving a small smile. It took a few seconds for her to muster enough energy to lift the weight of her desk and bring her back closer to you, who were still recovering. Even though you were more on one spiritual plane than the other, you gently took her by the waist to kiss her affectionately.

“I needed this, thanks, little boss,” she said after a few seconds, looking into your eyes with a wide smile. What a contrast.

“You just had to ask me, I don't think I would have refused,” you replied with a small laugh.

"You're still inside me, you know?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, I know."

You separated from her, gradually removing your dick from inside her. Within seconds, the thick white liquid slowly spilled out of her entrance and slowly fell to the ground.

“Wow, looks like we have to clean up ourselves this time,” Minji laughed, trailing her fingers to her entrance and scooping up a bit to bring it into her mouth, “Hmm, yummy,” she winked at you.

“Do you have wet wipes or something? You're a mess."

“In my bag, front pocket,” the girl stated.

Within seconds of going to get them you came back with the pack of wipes in one of your hands and Minji's clothes slung over your shoulder. You left both things on the desk so she could get dressed when she finished cleaning up.

“Thank you sweetheart,” she leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

After a little while cleaning, dressing and leaving the office impeccable, you both turned off your respective computers, gathered your things, and left through the office door.

The building, unsurprisingly, felt like a mausoleum without the presence of the employees. There were only two janitors left, who were also packing up to leave. Some gave them both amused glances as they reached the elevator.

“Am I that loud?” Minji asked in a low voice, ducking behind you as they entered the elevator.

“Hm… little bit, yes,” you replied, pressing the downstairs button.

“Fuck, what a shame,” she hid her face in your back, clinging to you with her arms.

“I'm sure they won't say a single word. Not if they want to keep their jobs,” you shrugged.

“You don't have to fire anyone. Let them talk what they want,” Minji rested her chin on your shoulder, looking straight ahead.

"Very well. But we will not repeat what happened in the office. We can go to my apartment whenever we want."

The elevator door opened at the lobby of the building, and you stepped out of the building to go straight to the exit. Minji linked her arm with yours.

"No? To my knowledge, we have a certain unfinished business with a certain helpless kitten,” she reminded you mischievously.

You sighed.

"You take care of convincing her, I'm not going to get in there."

"I always take care of everything, cutie, no problem," she patted you on the shoulder, "Now let's go, I need to cuddle with you, I'm exhausted."

With that, you and Minji headed straight for the parking lot where your car was. In a few seconds, you two were on your way to what would be your little love nest for the next few months.

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SPREN NOTES:

Well, surprise surprise. I originally didn't plan on touching this story in any way, since it was originally a smut between a boy group member and Minji that I had written last year, but I said "fuck it", and started adapting it for being a male reader insert story. It is a work that I am quite proud of and that I really enjoyed writing, I hope you like it! Btw, look forward to Sullyoon's smut this weekend.

Don't forget to support me on ko-fi if you want! https://ko-fi.com/lustspren.

#smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #smut fanfic #male reader smut #male reader insert #dreamcatcher smut #jiu smut #minji smut

[splashclan-clangen]

Jadezinnia

more info below, potential spoiler warning! I use these character bios as a way to keep track of my SplashClan game which means that all the information is up to date with the current in-game events, not where I left off with the youtube series

Jadezinna was born as a rogue named Jade who initially found a sense of belonging in the clans and went on to become a warrior of SplashClan. In the clans he met Lightgale, a skilled healer. The two became mates and Jadezinnia’s devotion and love towards him led to him neglecting his warrior duties. Tragedy struck when a patrol he was on led to the death of a clanmate, leaving him in shock. He eventually suffered a bad leg injury and when his first litter of kits with Lightgale (Clovekit, Downkit, and Gorgekit) arrived, complications arose. Despite the challenges, Jadezinnia was able to fully recover.

After his injury, Jadezinnia retired to the elders' den where he spent the rest of his life. Lonely in later years, he found solace and companionship in a newcomer named Crunchwrap, the two forming a close bond. However, Jadezinnia became saddened by the loss of Crunchwrap as well as the realization that he might not live to see his second litter (Tidalkit, Thornkit, and Algaekit) receive their full names. In the end, he died of old age, leaving a lasting impact on his clanmates, especially Lightgale and their family.

General Information

Names: Jadezinnia (clan name), Jade (birth name)

Current Affiliation: StarClan, formerly belonging to SplashClan

Past Affiliation: None, former rogue

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay

Age: 163 months at death (13 years; born 93 months before SplashClan's founding)

Cause of Death: Old Age (month 70)

Description-

light brown tabby tom with short fur and green eyes

Traits: shameless and a good teacher (warrior and elder)

Role: Elder (former warrior)

Relationships

Mate: Jadezinnia (became mates in month 3)

Kits: Clovefreckle, Downface, and Gorgeflight (first litter with Jadezinnia; born in month 25) + Tidalwave, Thornheart, and Algaefreckle (second litter with Jadezinnia; born in month 59)

Grandkits: Scorchpaw, Quietpaw, Sparkstep, Rippleheart, Minkscratch, and Bushpaw (through Clovefreckle) + Streakpaw, Octopussplash, Crestedpaw, Fumblestreak, Lightheart, and Meadowwater (through Thornheart)

Great-Grandkits: Littlebat (adopted; through Sparkstep) + Hushkit, Chirpspeck, Hailtorrent, Splashpaw, Snailpaw, Frostypaw, and Leopardkit (through Minkscratch)

Great-Great Grandkits: Scalekit and Lotuspaw (through Littlebat)

Romantic feelings: Lightgale

Platonic Love: Snapfern, Gannetstar, Weedspeckle

Admiration: Weedspeckle, Lightgale

Security: Lightgale

Detailed Biography

Jadezinnia was born as Jade, a rogue who traveled from place to place, feeling the most free when he never had anything tying him down. This was his life until he discovered the clans. Even though he had previously felt the most free being on his own and without a community, he enjoyed it more than he had enjoyed anything before. He realized that living around other cats in a community where everyone was (for the most part) guaranteed to still be there was comforting to him and so he decided to stick around.

Eventually, he found his way to the horseplace near the temporary clan camp and met Gale, a friendly tom-cat skilled in healing who was a traveler like Jade had been before. The two became close friends almost immediately and it helped that the horseplace was the home to plenty of mice and rats for Jade to come and snack on, meaning he was over hanging out with Gale as often as he could be. 

One day while out hunting for the clan he stumbled across an injured cat named Snap. He rushed her to the clan however as the three medicine cats worked to save her none of their herbs were working. Jade ran to Gale and begged him for help and in the end Gale’s unique knowledge of herbs proved to be helpful and Snap made a full recovery. This event led to Gale deciding to stick around and join the clans officially as a medicine cat, making Jade incredibly happy.

The clans were officially formed after the rogues were chased off of their territory and both Jadezinnia and Lightgale took their full clan names, joining SplashClan. It was only a few months into the clan's existence when Jadezinnia and Lightgale began to see each other differently. They could no longer consider each other friends, they felt much more for each other than that. The two loved each other and when they were together they both felt the happiest and so they decided to officially become mates.

After this, Jadezinnia would do anything to ensure he could spend time with Lightgale. Since he was a medicine cat he didn’t need to leave camp that often, meaning that Jadezinnia wouldn’t feel the need to leave camp either. However, this led to him beginning to slack off and ditch his warrior duties in order to stay in camp with Lightgale. Though he was well liked by his clan mates it was clear his behavior was annoying them. There were only three warriors in the clan at the beginning (not counting the deputy, Brackenshade) and everyone in the clan needed to help out and yet Jadezinnia just wasn’t. 

Gannetstar and Brackenshade began to personally go to him and tell him to go out on patrol to ensure he was actually doing his work. Jadezinnia hated going on patrols but he put up with it to make his clanmates happy, however this led to him experiencing something terrible. One day, he was sent out on patrol with the newly made warriors, Thunderisle and Sagepeak and while out it began to rain, causing the river to flood and sweep them all away. Though Thunderisle and Jadezinnia were able to escape the raging river, Sagepeak wasn’t and he drowned. Jadezinnia was horrified by this and was sent into shock as a result. 

He became even lazier, not wanting to go on patrol again due to his fear of witnessing another terrible thing. He was frequently caught napping and spending time in the medicine den with Lightgale when he should’ve been out on patrol or hunting. One day, after being yelled at by Brackenshade to go out and hunt, his leg was caught in a twoleg trap. Thankfully he was able to escape however he was heavily injured. What made this injury worse is that Lightgale and Jadezinnia’s first litter of kits were on the way, meaning that Lightgale was under an immense amount of stress trying to care for Jadezinnia and prepare for their litter. 

Eventually their kits, Clovekit, Downkit, and Gorgekit were born and the two couldn’t have been happier to finally be parents. However, Jadezinnia’s mangled leg suddenly became infected and Lightgale, in his immense stress of being the clan’s only medicine cat, now being a father, and trying to desperately care for his injured mate, didn’t know what to do. He frantically ran to the other medicine cats, begging for advice to save his mate. Thankfully in the end, Jadezinnia recovered however his leg was left permanently damaged and twisted. This didn’t bother Jadezinnia though as he was old enough to retire to the elders’ den once he had recovered.

Though Jadezinnia had suffered a lot, retiring to the elders’ den was the best possible place for him. He could stay in camp and be as lazy as he wanted to be and be around Lightgale and his friends without causing the clan to fall behind. As an elder, it gave him a chance to really notice things in the clan that no cat had ever seen before since he was now in camp all day and this led to him being able to save Longpool from a snake before it bit him. No cat had noticed the snake except for Jadezinnia which allowed him to be able to save Longpool’s life. 

Through the rest of his life, Jadezinnia spent his time how most elders do, telling stories to kits, giving advice to younger clanmates, and of course spending time with his family. However, Jadezinnia was the only elder which left him feeling a tad lonely. This was until Crunchwrap arrived in the clan. After experiening a terrible disaster she fled to the clans for saftey and companionship and Jadezinnia couldn’t have been happier to have found her. The two became close friends and together they frequently spent time with the kits, Crunchwrap telling them stories with Jadezinnia’s help. Jadezinnia at one point even saved the kitten Shadekit from the river after she had fallen in, showing how much he truly cared for the kittens of the clan.

Jadezinnia’s love and appreciation for kittens became even more evident when he and Lightgale had their second litter of kits, Tidalkit, Thornkit, and Algaekit. Though he was so happy to be a father again he was incredibly saddened by this. He was getting older and older and knew that it was likely he wouldn’t be around long enough to see his kits recieve their full names. What made him even sadder is that only a few months after Crunchwrap joined the clan, she died while trying to escape from camp when HazeClan attacked them. He began to feel like he was missing out, that so much was happening and so much would happen in the future and because of his age he wouldn’t be able to see any of it.

Eventually, Jadezinnia died of old age and went to StarClan, only two months before the first of his second litter became warriors. He was mourned by many in the clan, Lightgale, Snapfern, Thunderisle, Lightspots, Clovefreckle, and Downface were all the saddest and mourned the longest after he had died.

Fun Facts

Jadezinnia's favorite foods are mice and frogs

He was the 13th cat to die and join SplashClan

He's currently the SplashClan cat (along with Lightgale) to ahve the most decendants

Jadezinnia was the oldest of the founding members of SplashClan and he was the first cat to retire to the elders' den

Jadezinnia's voice claim is Thomas O’Malley from the Aristocats (voiced by Phil Harris)

StarClan Events

From the cats he's watched over from StarClan, he's the most proud of his son, Thornheart and the warrior, Flitfoot (may be elaborated on more once I flesh out Thornheart and Flitfoot)

He knew about Thunderisle and Jellyfishspeckle's plan to ascend to leadership and wanted to warn someone about it

Jadezinnia has strong feelings about relationships and so when he found out that Thornheart had been in two relationships with two seperate clan outsiders at the same time (with neither of them knowing of the other) he desperately wanted to tell someone

Jadezinnia watched over the warrior, Timberspeckle when they were an apprentice (may be elaborated on more once I flesh out Timberspeckle)

He juded the warrior Hailtorrent for training in the dark forest

#jadezinnia #splashclan #splashclan bio #clangen #clan generator #warriors #warrior cats #digital art #artwork #character design

[xnorthstar3x]

𝟐 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔

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As much as I hated to admit it, I felt the tiniest bit better after the session. It was as if I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders but the tiniest speck of sand was lifted from my load. I still needed to run a few errands before it got too late. After finishing with the lady at the front desk I made my way to the glass doors. A chill attacked the warmth that settled on my skin waging a war for dominance, ultimately winning.

'Take a moment to enjoy the good in the world. It would do you good to observe any light you might find.'

That's what Mrs. Thompson had said to me. I decided to take her advice and stood at the front door observing my surroundings. Salt trucks had already been here the night before shoving all the piled-up snow into soiled brown banks. People walked down the street greeting each other like old friends. Snow fell from the sky, dusting the ugly ground in a blanket. It was almost like a mother comforting her child after a nightmare. Speaking of children, Kash was out of food and probably expected me to return home with a heap of it. For such a loving dog he was pretty demanding. Luckily on the way home there happened to be an old grocery store nearby, the owner had known my family for years.

"Hey, Jerry," I said, walking in and waving to the old man at the front counter. He was in his early 70s and was the definition of sunshine. He'd often start his stories with some flashbacks from Vietnam.

"Well hello, little (Y/N). I guess you aren't very little anymore though." He chuckled. He turned around and pulled a pack of Marlboros off the rack.

"I don't think you should be smoking these things. But I don't think I should be telling you that it just ain't my place."

"Thank you, I need to get some more stuff." He nodded and picked up the newspaper he was reading. I grabbed a basket and made my way around the store. When I arrived at the produce in the small store the bell above the door jingled.

"Welcome, are you guys just passing through?"

Out of curiosity, I glanced at the entrance to see two people, a girl who looked to be my age with fiery red hair and a yellow shirt. She stood next to a boy with black hair, who seemed just shy of 6 feet.

"Oh yeah, we're just visiting a family home. We needed a break from the city, we even brought some friends." She smiled gesturing to the parking lot.

"Shame you didn't bring them inside." He stuck a wrinkly hand out to the two of them. "I'm Jerry, Jerry Smith. Nice to meet y'all.."

"My name is April O'Neil and this is Casey Jones." April offered her hand and Casey followed suit. I turned and found refuge in the dog food aisle ignoring the rest of their conversation in favor of choosing between the beef or pork flavor. In all honesty they probably both tasted the same. I closed my eyes and threw whatever my hand landed on in the cart and made my way to the front to pay.

"till next time Jerry." He smiled in response.

When I opened the old glass door I was met with the cold winter air as it slapped me in the face. I was shocked to see a vibrant "hippie van" next to my truck. I threw the bags in the passenger side and stood on the drivers side lighting up a Marlboro. I remembered April mentioned friends when someone inside the van shuffled and began talking.

"What a babe." The statement was followed by a loud slap and a whimper as someone inside the van made a comment about 'respectin women'. I made a face and rolled my eyes, I looked like I just got done shoveling shit (which I practically did) but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. With one final drag of my cigarette I threw it to the pavement and stomped it out as April and Casey came outside with their arms full of groceries. April dumped what she had into Casey's arms and made her way over to me smiling brightly.

"I'm April." She gestured to the struggling male. "That's Casey."

"I heard," I offered simply. I stuck out a hand for her to shake. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, Jerry told me we are neighbors for the time being." She pulled her coat closer to her body as Casey finally got the groceries in the van. A few quiet jests could be her as he gave someone named Donnie the finger before slamming the door.

"Don't worry I won't show up at your door unannounced." I pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I offered it to April who politely declined, I took a long drag from it.

"Well, if it's alright with you," she fished around in her back pocket pulling out a cellphone. "I'd like to get your number."

"I don't have a cell phone." Her face twitched in shock but she masked it quickly with a smile. "I have a house phone though."

After giving her my number I waved bye and hopped into my truck, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way back home. I pulled into the driveway 45 minutes later after a few more stops, Kash was in the window wagging his tail excitedly. He began to bounce when I pulled the bag of food from the cabin of the truck. The snow had let up just a bit, enough though where the tracks of another vehicle were visible in the driveway. A bag was hanging on my doorknob with a note attached to it.

Hey, Dad says to give you this box to take to your new neighbors. The O'Neil girl. He insisted I give it to you, said she left it there in a rush to get outside and meet you.

That's what I figured was going to happen. I chuckled. Jerry always said I needed to socialize more. I took my groceries inside and gave Kash some food before grabbing the bag for that April girl and her weird friends.

Main masterlist

#northstarscorner #x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #donnie tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leo #tmnt 2007 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #rottmnt

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 13

Oilstripe and Burdockpaw run across a kittypet named Apple Cider.

[Image ID: Oilstripe and Burdockpaw face a warm brown tabby on the left of the screen. Under the tabby, it reads ‘NEW PLAYER: APPLE CIDER, 22 MOONS, SHE/THEY, REBELLIOUS, LORE KEEPER’]

“Do you think StarClan really blesses our memories?” Burdockpaw asked as he sniffed the edge of the Great Northern River.

“If they didn’t,” Oilstripe hummed, scanning the water, “do you think we’d be able to remember everything we do?”

“I don’t know,” Burdockpaw grumbled. “Didn’t Fennelspot say something about cats fading in StarClan? If historians remember so much, how come cats fade away?” Oilstripe slashed at the water and snagged a small fish hurrying toward the ocean.

“I’m still figuring that stuff out,” Oilstripe said through her fish.

“How can you be my mentor if you don’t know that stuff?” Burdockpaw huffed. A cheerful meow bounced through the trees on the other side of the river before Oilstripe could put her little brother in his place.

“Hi there!” Oilstripe and Burdockpaw looked over the river. A warm brown tabby stood along the river’s edge, tail high. Green-yellow eyes glimmered in the late afternoon glow.

“Hello?” Oilstripe mewed back hesitantly.

“I believe we’re neighbors now!” the cat yowled. “I’m Apple Cider! My humans moved into the village north of here a few days ago! Do you live out in the southern farms?”

“We’re Clan cats, actually,” Oilstripe explained, sitting politely beside her catch. “My name is Oilstripe. This is my brother, Burdockpaw.”

“You need to stay on that side of the river,” Burdockpaw called. “We can’t have kittypets hunting in our land!”

“Oh ho ho, is that a challenge?” Apple Cider laughed, wiggling their flank.

“We could tell you more if you’re up for a chat,” Oilstripe suggested.

“No, thank you!” Apple Cider chirped. “I’m just saying hello to all the neighborhood cats. We can swap stories another time. Nice to meet you!” With a simple wave of their tail, they trotted upstream, tail swaying behind them.

“There are humans up north?” Burdockpaw asked. “I thought they only lived south by WheatClan.”

“Apparently not,” Oilstripe hummed. “Come on. Let’s go tell Downstar about our new neighbor.” 

(Oilstripe: 17, female, historian, charismatic, ghost sight)

(Burdockpaw: 6, male, historian apprentice, loyal, interested in Clan history)

(Apple Cider: 22, she/they, kittypet, rebellious, lore keeper)

Fennelspot couldn’t imagine how boring life would be without a friend like Scrubmask.

[Image ID: Fennelspot follows Scrubmask. Under Fennelspot, it says + PLATONIC LIKE: SCRUBMASK. Under Scrubmask, it says + PLATONIC LIKE: FENNELSPOT]

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Most of RippleClan knew what the other Clans thought of Scrubmask. In their eyes, she was a monotone molly whose pessimistic worldview meant she wasn’t long for RippleClan’s bubbly culture. A lot of that was true; Scrubmask was a steady, slightly sour figure among a Clan of hopefuls. For Fennelspot, though, a sour friend was exactly what he needed.

“If willow bark is so effective,” Scrubmask sighed as she led Fennelspot through the territory, “what’s the point of collecting lettuce?”

“You don’t want to over harvest any one source of medicine,” Fennelspot explained. “Wild lettuce has a stronger sedative property than willow bark. I used some when I amputated Parsley’s tail.”

“Oh,” Scrubmask hummed. “Just tell me what to do, then.” Scrubmask slowed and walked beside Fennelspot with an empty basket dangling off her neck, carefully balanced against her chest. The pair fell into a gentle rhythm as they made their way to the open reaches of the territory by WheatClan. With Scrubmask at Fennelspot’s side, there was a comfort in even the most tedious of tasks.

(Fennelspot: 70, male, cleric,  insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Scrubmask: 30, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

#rippleclan #warrior cats #clangen #warriors #rippleclan story #burdockpaw #apple cider #oilstripe #fennelspot #scrubmask

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Brainwaves Bios: Doctor Egon Spengler (1984)

The Brain of The Ghostbusters Doctor Egon Spengler, PhD

The brains of the Ghostbusters. He designed all the team's equipment and normally comes up with the plan to trap the ghosts. Overly analytical, Egon comes off as colder and more distant than he actually is.

"I collect spores, molds, and fungus."

Name

Full Legal Name: Egon Malachi Spengler

First Name: Egon

Meaning: From the Old German name 'Egino' derived from the element 'Agin' meaning 'Edge, Blade'

Pronunciation: EH-gawn

Origin: German

Middle Name: Malachi

Meaning: From the Hebrew name 'Mal'akhi' meaning 'My messenger' or 'My angel'

Pronunciation: MAL-a-kie

Origin: Hebrew, English, Biblical, Biblical Latin

Surname: Spengler

Meaning: Occupational surname literally meaning 'Metal worker' or 'Tin knocker'

Pronunciation: SPENG-ler

Origin: German

Titles: Doctor, Professor, Mr

Nicknames: Egie, Spengs

Characteristics

Age: 40

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: November 21st 1944

Sexuality: Aromatic, Straight

Religion: Jewish

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Hebrew, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, Portuguese, Latin, Greek, Egyptian, Arabic

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Actor: Harold Ramis

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio

Current Residence: North Moore Street, New York, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'5" / 195 cm

Weight: 175 lbs / 79 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed (Possibly Autistic)

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Ghostbusters (Founding Member)

Friends: Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Janine Melnitz, Louis Tully (Sort-Of), Dana Barrett

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Edmund Spengler (70, Father), Esther Spengler (73,Mother, Née Schneider)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Elon Spengler (40, Twin Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Eliana Spengler (37, Elon's Wife, Née Salomon)

Nieces & Nephews: Edward Spengler (4, Nephew)

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: Anthropology PhD, Astronomy PhD, Chemistry PhD, Engineering PhD, History PhD, Metallurgy PhD, Mycology PhD, Parapsychology PhD, Philosophy PhD, Physics PhD, Psychology PhD

Occupation: Ghostbuster

Employer: Ghostbusters

Expertise:

Genius with an Eidetic Memory

Polyglot

Physicist

Mycologist

Chemist

Historian

Parapsychologist

Anthropologist

Astronomer

Engineer

Metallurgist

Faults:

Sweet-Tooth

Perceived Lack of Emotions

Doesn't Have a Driver's License

Backstory: Egon Spengler grew up with no toys because his parents didn't believe in them. For unknown reasons, he had part of a Slinky but he straightened it. On October 29, 1969, Egon graduated from Columbia University with a degree in Psychology in the faculty of Psychobiology. On May 10, 1972, Egon graduated from New York University with a degree in Parapsychology. On June 26, 1980, Egon graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a degree of philosophy in Nuclear Engineering. Egon was very interested in paranormal phenomenon, and worked with Raymond Stantz and Peter Venkman at Columbia University's Paranormal Studies Laboratory in Weaver Hall. He and Raymond studied paranormal literature in their spare time and were interested in theories of reincarnation. Egon developed the P.K.E. Meter to detect paranormal entities and phenomena with. Egon and Raymond were usually the first to interview case subjects, even people Peter called 'Schizos' no matter how far-fetched their stories were.

#Brainwaves #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters #egon spengler #Egon Spengler

[cyberwears]

Spots in Clear Skys (Eddie Munson X Male!reader)

Reader male coded (as I am male and there is not enough male stories for anyone really) mainly fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint. 

Prompt: the reader has vitiligo/discoloration in their skin and stretch marks and is insecure about it. During the summer Eddie insists on going swimming and the reader doesn't want to go but goes to appease them but ends up hiding the whole time and Eddie notices. (cannon divergence obviously) 

Request: no

word count: 4.9K

Pairing: Eddie Munson X male plus size! Reader, dustin henderson X reader (platonic)

Warnings:  insecurities, mentions of bullying, negative talk of self, mentions of sex, no detail just a passing mention. 

Note: this is a co-write with @sweetweedstevie and we didn’t do final revisions as it is almost 7am and we spent all night writing this :)  if anyone wants to be put on a tag list hit my asks or let me know in the notes

The air felt nice and cool as you were changing into the swim trunks you haven’t worn since last summer. The shorts went down just slightly past your knees, the pattern seemed to swirl on the rough polyester. you felt as if wearing a shirt may help to cover the patches of discolored skin that line your chest. If you don’t it would be like wearing a kick me sign on your back. you reach forward and grab the white cotton t-shirt, which rested on the wood of the dresser, and as you pulled it over your head, you heard a pounding on my door. With a sigh and looking back into the mirror, you adjusted the waistband of your shorts and gave yourself a quick once over. Still the same old skin you would stare and pick at, and it seemed like maybe the blotches of lighter skin may never leave your arms, chest, and legs.

you take a couple steps forward and open the door of my room, walking downstairs to meet the pounding on the front door. you grab your car keys from the bowl near the front door and slip on a pair of cheap foam sandals you had bought yesterday. your chest expands as you take a second to mentally prepare yourself for this afternoon, breathing in deep and trying to exhale the worry from your body. Three more beats on the wood travel throughout the front entryway.

“Open up (y/n) or else we’re gonna be late!” comes from behind the door. With an agitated sigh, you tug open the red door. Brown eyes peer at me, mouth wrenched open about to yell again. “Henderson, I’m here. We aren’t late so no need to stress.” you give him a quick once over. His brown curly hair is tucked away under a blue and white hat, he has on white swim trunks, a memphis design pattern button up shirt which was unbuttoned, under that was a navy blue shirt and it looked like he was wearing some type of black sandals.

“You like the look?” He asks, a toothy grin spreads across his tan skin. You swallowed quickly, trying to contain your laughter as Dustin did a quick spin. “Did your mom dress you..or?” You say to him. His expression drops into a deadpan as he looks you up and down. “I happen to have expensive taste, (y/n).” Dustin says.

“Yeah.. expensive taste, I’m pretty sure I saw that ugly shirt at the thrift store. Maybe even in my mom's closet!” You tease, and walk past him. Dustin can’t help but smile at your antics.

You hadn’t even seen his handmade Hellfire tote bag, he thanked whoever above for it. Dustin would never hear the end of it. He carried a lot in his bag, sunscreen, shirts, a sketchbook, some pencils, drink mix and water bottles.

“Henderson, you know for being so urgent about wanting to get to the beach, you sure are just doing nothing. You want passenger?” You say, unlocking the door to your car and sitting down in the warm leather seat. Dustin jogs over to the right side of the car, taking the silver handle in his hand and entering the janky car you owned.

You put the key into the ignition and Dustin grins as he hears the engine roar to life. “How fast do you wanna go? 70, 80?” He says, turning to you with an excited spark in his eyes. “Everyday I learn something new about you, and I’ve been babysitting you for years now. Adrenaline junkie is a new trait.” You say, pulling out of the driveway and into the circle drive behind you.

“Well, fighting monsters gives you a new perspective on things..” Dustin laughs, hands settling down as he adjusts into the plush seat below him. His hand reaches for the dial, turning up the radio. It was loud enough that the notes and melody could rattle your brain. You sigh, rolling your eyes as the both of you start the cruise to Hawkins Beach.

As you whip around the corner by some gas station you pull the shades from your center console and put them on as you enjoy “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go”  by Wham! You hear Dustin shout in excitement at the speed. Rolling your eyes then focusing on the road again.  You start to think a bit about how the day might go and pray Dustin won’t force you to swim or get near the water. As time passes you slow down on the dirt roads to avoid skidding and crashing the car (As not only would you get an ear full of “You almost killed us!” from Dustin but also a lecture from his mom). When you arrive at the lake and shut off the car you can already feel the beads of sweat forming on your neck from the heat, and the idea of watching over Dustin's friends to make sure no one would kill each other in the water.

Hopping out of the car, Dustin speeds over to where his friends already set up spots. Hawkins didn’t really have beaches, just the lake that many teens and young adults snuck off to to make out and generally “make sweet love”, appropriately named “Lovers Lake”. You made your way over to Dustin and his friends and sat down next to Will giving him a short nod and a wave. Will smiles and waves back before taking note that everyone else but the two of you had already sped off towards the lake. “I am putting my keys in your bag. Also, put on sunscreen! Your mom would kill me if you got sunburnt!” You shout at Dustin as you put your keys away in his Hellfire tote bag. In the distance you hear him shout as he complains about being fine without it. You made a mental note to buy sunburn supplies on the way home.

After a while you gave up trying to get sunscreen onto the younger kids, and you settled in for the afternoon. You think for a moment, and take a glance at Will, who was mindlessly sketching on a pad of paper. You ask if he wants a snack and a bottle of water from the trunk of your car that you had packed yesterday evening.  “Sure, that’d be nice.” he says and offers a smile, You stand up and stretch, offering a hand for him to get up with.

Will grabs your hand gingerly, and you pull the younger teenager off the rough towel you’ve both been sitting on. After a short walk the two of you arrive at your beat up car, and you slip your hand under the lip of the trunk and open it up in a one swift movement.

“Get what you want Will, there’s a lot for a reason.” You say. He nods quickly and leans over the back of the car, scanning the selection of drinks and snacks that you’d packed yesterday. Coca-Cola, Hi-C, Sprite. You open the backdoor of the car and start to look for the scrunchie you’d thrown into the seats after a long shift at Salvation Army. After a while you find the green scrunchie and with a relieved exhale you tie your hair back.

“Got what you want, Byers?” You ask as you get out of the backseat, closing the door behind you. You peek back out to see Will holding a Hi-C, a Coca-Cola and a Sprite. He smiles at you, and nods. It causes the red bucket hat placed atop his head to slightly falter, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Yeah, thank you again (y/n).”

You nod at him. “Hey grab two waters for me, will you?” You ask him. He nods and grabs two water bottles, carefully stacking them against his chest so they wouldn’t fall. You close the trunk, motioning for Will to follow you back to the lake. The walk back was short and was shared in a comfortable silence between you and the younger teen you’d learned a lot about over the years.

Will was an anomaly of the friend group, much as you felt. Once the two of you sat down, Will took a note of the lighter patch of skin on your hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, is your hand okay?” He asks with a light tone. “Just an accident from when I was a kid, Byers.” You say. You silently hope that he won’t catch your lie. He nods, accepting the answer. Will cracks open the Sprite, then he goes back to mindlessly sketching the landscape in front of him.

As you two were sitting there enjoying the sun, you brought up ideas for his campaign. You'd sat in on a couple of his sessions, as you’d enjoyed fantasy as much as he did. Will bounced ideas off you, and the two of you worked out kinks in his story. He said he wanted to work with the undead for his new campaign and how it was out of his comfort zone. After a while you’d helped him build up the start to a story and some strong enemies. Will had smiled so wide you thought it may stay there forever, it was good to see him happy.

Around 30 minutes later you heard 2 engines roar through the woods, as if they were racing to the lake. The two loud cars pulled into the makeshift parking lot of the lake, and then the engines cut.  A rusty grey van with white accent stripe wrapping around the bottom and a sleek maroon BMW.

You watch as Eddie pops out of the driver's seat of his van, wild hair being pushed around with the breeze. He was wearing a denim vest adorned with patches and pins. Following his grand entrance of him swinging his arms about and shouting in the direction of a BMW, you see Steve and Robin emerge from the maroon car. Eddie bounds over to them, hands flailing wildly as he chats with the two respectively.

You had gone to school with Steve and Robin and graduated in the same class. You were familiar with them as you had been the chauffeur and babysitter for Dustin and his friends at times. When Starcourt opened, the trips to the mall  became much more frequent. Dustin had dragged you into Scoops Ahoy to annoy a friend you didn’t know about, and was surprised to see Steve Harrington exit the backroom with a grin on his face to greet Dustin back from camp. You and Dustin had spent a lot of time inside of the small ice cream parlor, making fun of the uniforms and trying free samples. Steve often would sneak the younger teens into r-rated movies through the backroom that led to the back of every store in Starcourt.

You’d never been friends with Steve, as he wasn’t in your circle of friends. He was labeled “The King of Hawkins High”, which wasn’t really a thing you would’ve enjoyed. He was one for parties and sports, and you really didn’t have much interest in either of those activities. But sometimes you and Robin would sit at lunch together, talking about books and magazines you’d both read. Throughout your highschool career, you’d seen Eddie lurk through the halls, you’d never spoken to him though. You didn’t have an issue with him, he was interesting but also really intimidating. You had seen his kindness in secret moments that you’d catch, him picking up someone's wallet or pencil, giving someone some money for lunch, and more. You’d also interacted with him when Dustin would beg for you to fill in when someone couldn’t make it to Hellfire.

The group of makeshift outcasts made their way over to the lake, and you took in their outfits. You saw as Eddie laughed at Steve when he tripped over a rock, because he was arguing with Robin over The Goonies. Robin tore her attention away from Steve with an eyeroll, her hazel eyes landing on your face. She waves and shouts your name, sending a wide smile your way. Robin jogs away to the group, and closer to your spot. When she eventually arrives, she launches into a ramble about how bad Steve’s sense of direction is and how they got lost 1/3rd way into the drive.

Eventually the two others made their way to your small group. Steve smiles at you, Eddie gives a wave. “Hey, it’s been a minute!” Eddie says, grinning down at you. Your eyebrows furrow. “Huh, it really has been, hasn't it?.” You say to him.

Eddie shrugs off his vest and drops it by Dustin's tote bag, taking note of the iconic Hellfire logo that was carefully painted onto the creamy white canvas fabric. Eddie looks up from the bag, cupping his hands around his mouth as he shouts “Henderson! Nice bag, where’d you get it!” He teases. Dustin looks up from the water, looking around the shore of the lake until his eyes have landed on your small group. In a frantic effort, Dustin starts desperately swimming through the murky water. You see him fighting against the slight current. Once he eventually reaches the shore, he breaks into a sprint towards the group, b-lining for the dungeon master of his group. The two launch into a wild conversation.

You bite your tongue and sigh. Your eyes linger on his tan skin, now having a pink blush added onto his arms and chest. You rute around his bag and take ahold of the 70 SPF sunscreen, and toss it at him. “Put that on kid, you’re already getting burnt.” You say. Dustin purses his lips and he unwillingly applies it to his skin.

“Get outta the water! Get something to eat!” You shout at Mike and Lucas who had been having a splash war in the lake. The two boys swim through the water and make their way towards the group. You face Robin and Steve and watch as Steve pulls his shirt over his head and applies some sunscreen. “See, you should be more like him. Steve wears his sunscreen and avoids sunburn, Dustin. Your mom is gonna kill me.” You say as you bring the rim of the water bottle to your lips to take a sip. “Yeah, Henderson.” Steve mocks. Dustin glares at him.

“Yeah? And you look like a vampire! You’re pasty. Plus, You never even came to swim. You said you’d swim with us!” Dustin shouts, hands thrashing through the air. You grit your teeth and scowl at him.

“Never said I’d swim, kid, I said I would watch over you little monsters. And besides, Will need some company too!” You snap back. Then you stick a hand in Will's hair, ruffling it up. “Hey, why’d you have to drag me into this?” Will whines as he looks up from his sketch he was working on.

“Don’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to, Henderson. Besides, it's 98 degrees out. He’ll be in the lake within the hour. ” Eddie says casually, lips curling into a smile. He reaches back and grasps the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one swift motion. He had tattoos of spiders running along his ribcage and side. Eddie unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down quickly, revealing red swim trunks under. On his calf there was a tattoo of a red dragon, and bats.

For a moment, it looked like Steve’s eyes had popped out of his skull. “Did you seriously wear jeans over your swim trunks? What is your issue?” He says, jaw wrenched open. “Gotta keep my freak reputation Harrington, close your mouth by the way. Don’t want flies in there.”

Eddie swings an arm roughly around Steve and Dustin's neck, charging to the lake. “So much for eating.” You mumble as you watch Eddie lunge into the water, keeping both of the boys close to him. Steve emerges from the water, stuttering. “Nobody said it would be this goddamn cold!” You hear him yell.  You shake your head and laugh then turn back to your conversation with Robin.

After a while of chatting with Robin and Will about random topics of conversation, which included the new magazine Robin got in the mail today, how Will’s drawing was going and how hungry you were, and yelling at the boys for almost drowning each other. Succeeding your lengthy conversation with the two, the boys in the distance started playing chicken. Steve had Lucas carefully balanced on his shoulders, and Eddie had Dustin on his. Dustin was yelling about how it was an unfair match because Lucas was “so much stronger than I am, he does sports for christ sake!” and Robin suddenly looked more interested in that than the conversation.

Robin places her hands on the ground next to her as she pushes up roughly, regaining balance and standing up. “We should go play chicken with them!” Robin says with a beaming smile. Will's expression falters into a happy glower. “Yeah..I think that’d be really nice. It’s hot and stuff, I’m gonna go with Robin.” Will says in your direction. His skin seemed to be glowing in the light, like he was made for this.

“Go and have fun you two.” You say. Will takes off his overshirt, leaving him in a blue tank top and white shorts. He takes off his bucket hat and hands it to you, which you put on the ground. Will rushes to the water, excited to be able to play with his friends again.

Forever chasing his inner child, once lost and now slowly being rediscovered.

Robin turned back to you. “You wanna come with? It would make an even amount of players.” She says. You decline saying that someone needs to stay and watch the stuff. Robin lets out a defeated sigh. “Invitation is still up, (y/n).” She says, then trudges to the water.

After she enters the lake, you sigh and lean back against the rock you had posted up on. You carefully examine the discoloration on your arms and the stretch marks on the lower part of your abdomen where your shirt rode up when you adjusted so your back would be flush against the rock.

You frown at the light splotches of skin, and pick at the scab you got. It happened when trying to squeeze in between a table and a coworker, you misjudged the size of the gap. You gave up eventually, and you pulled the shirt back down in frustration and let out a distressed whine from the heat.

You continue to look at your arm thinking about how horrific you thought they looked, and how it looked like someone had pressed a sponge filled with bleach onto your rough skin. You murmur again in frustration and get up. “I’ll be right back!” You shout at the group as you grab your keys.

You got a couple of shouts back in acknowledgement and made a straight shot for your car. When you reached the car, you went to the back and slid your hand under the lip of the trunk. You jiggle a little bit to unlock it, and then you lift the trunk for the second time today.Your hands grasp a plastic water bottle. You slam the trunk again in a fluid motion. Eventually, after leaning on the side of the car, you walk to the front and pull the driver's side door open. You sat down in the plush seat, after rolling the key in the ignition just enough to start the AC, but not to start the car.

You let the hot air vent out of the car window then cranked them up. You lean back in the seat, reclining it to lay down. Nothing is better than AC on a hot day. You take a sip of water, living simply in your car. You shut your eyes, and allow yourself just to think.

Around 10 minutes later, there comes a thump on the window of the passenger side.

You jump and gasp, looking frantically in the direction of the noise. And there he was, Eddie waving and grinning at you. You reach over and crank down the window, looking at him.

Eddie disregards the window and opens the door, climbing inside of your cool car. You grit your teeth as you watch him roll the window back up. He looked you up and down. “Are you so opposed to the water you will sacrifice your battery to cool down? Are you scared you will melt when you get in, you a witch?” He teased and leaned back against the cool leather seat.

“What do you want, Munson? You look like a drowned dog” you grumble back, your cheery mood dissipated. You were once relaxed, now forced to be alert and on edge. “Says the one who won’t even get in the water. Dustin has been trying to get you to swim all afternoon. He’s really upset (y/n), he really wants you to be there.” He says. It seemed genuine enough.

“I have a perfectly good reason for not wanting to swim.” You say, looking away from his face and to the wheel.

“You got some embarrassing tattoos you don't want people seeing? Some surgery scar that’s gnarly?” He says, giggling at his own simple jokes and words. You glare at him, burning holes into his head. You then look away, thoughts racing and head hurting. Your voice shakes as you tell him off with a quiet “Fuck off.”. You swallow and shift away from him, knees knocking against the wheel as you try to face the driver's side door. Officially closed off.

“Woah, hey, I didn’t mean to step on any toes. You okay? I mean, I don’t think you are. What’s going on man?” He said just a tad quieter, just soft enough for it to work. He turns himself towards you just a bit, not enough to threaten you, but enough to let his presence be known. You shake your head slightly, and to your dismay a tear slips out. You bring up your hand and flick it away off your face. You choke on your breath as you throw your head back onto the leather headrest.

You swallow your words and meet his eyes. Filled with adoration and concern.

“I have grown up with this… thing. I don’t really know what it is but it looks like a disease.” You say, voice breaking with every word. You hold out your arm to him, the discolouration sitting in small pockets on your arms. Your hands pick at the edges of your shirt as you lift it off your body. All across your arms and chest are the blemishes and marks you’d grown to hate.

“When I was little the kids called me sick and disgusting for having this on my body. That I was a freak of nature when I was in middle school. I thought it would change when I got to highschool, but it only got worse. Everyone was ruthless. Changing in locker rooms quickly became my worst fear, until my body became my worst fear. Mirrors are my worst enemy, I can’t stand having it. Most days were a nightmare. Even when stretching, my shirt would reveal my stomach and the patches, I was always a topic of conversation, even in a town where conversation only lasts a week.” You say through gritted teeth, voice cracking.

It was a deep ache that wrenched on your heart, that squeezed the air from your lungs. It felt like time had stood still in the car as you tried to catch your breath and wipe away your tears. You put up a tough act for your friends and Dustin but relaxing didn’t come easy when you were one in a million.

You wipe off your face with your shirt and put it back onto your body, huffing as it gets caught between the seat and your back. You roughly squeeze your arm, leaving crescent moon shapes on your skin. You shift your eyes apprehensively back towards Eddie who was looking at you in shock.

You brace yourself for teasing or bullying that may come with a bomb-drop of information like that. You look out of the windshield and look at the group you’d grown to know, and smiled sadly as they play in the water without care.

Eddie doesn’t say anything. He let out a low, almost inaudible sigh. He shifts towards you more, hands reaching to your shirt which hadn’t been pulled down yet. His fingers grasp the fabric, and you feel his cold fingers against the warm skin of your back as he adjudges your shirt. Eddie backs away back into the passengers, adjusting. He opened his mouth to speak then closed it, almost as if he was searching for what to say. Eddie's fingers drum against his knee as he looks up to the clothed roof of the car.

“If it makes you feel any better, when I was in middle school I was made fun of for living in the trailer park and having my head shaved. Then highschool I was a target because I just wanted to play a fantasy game. The whole “satanic panic” thing. I know my situation wasn’t as bad as yours. But if I do say so myself, your ‘disease’ as you call it, looks actually kinda cool. Metal. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.” he said and paused to collect himself and looked at me in contemplation.

“Give me your arm.” He said and held his hand toward you.

“Eddie what?” you question. “Just give me your arm” He interrupts, raising his voice an octave. You swallow roughly, and swing your arm towards him. He takes your wrist in one hand and eyes you carefully. His lip twitches as his eyes meet yours, silently asking for your permission. You hum faintly towards him.

His lips press against your arm, warm against the skin of your wrist. Placed directly onto a patch of discolored skin. Eddie pulls back, taking your forearm into both hands. He flicks his eyes towards you, and you feel your face grow red as you see the colors in his eyes swirl rhythmically. You feel his breath tickle the skin of your arm as he kisses the next spot. Eyes locked with Eddie’s the entire time. His hair brushes against your arm, you brush it out of his face. The rings are cold against your skin. Anything to try to ignore his plush lips that presses onto the skin of your arm. Eddie continues moving up your arm until he reaches the sleeve of your shirt. He pulls away, face flushed. Eddie falls back against the door of the passenger side, legs spread as he smiles at you.

You laugh a little, swallowing the spit that had collected in your mouth.

He grins at you. “Kissing it better always works.” He says, releasing your arm from his grasp. “Better?”

“Yeah, thank you. Let's get back to the group before they get suspicious.” you said, nodding your head listlessly as you shut off your car.

Eddie followed you out after grabbing your water bottle and chucking to you. Fumbling to catch it you let out a hearty laugh and made your way over to the items the group brought.

Eddie sprints towards the water, trying to dive into the water but ultimately pulling off a half somersault cannonball. You shed your white cotton shirt, feeling happier with yourself. You quickly take out the scrunchie. You ran towards the water, clotheslining Eddie and Dustin on the way in, knocking them down with you.

You feel slender hands snake around your ribcage as you’re enveloped into the cold water of Lovers Lake, and you feel familiar fingers rest on your hips as you come back up for air. Once fully emerged from the water, you push your wet hair from your face. “Why is it so cold!?” You yell, arms hugging yourself. You feel a slight squeeze on your hips, Eddie staying behind you.  

“That’s what I said!” Steve yells back. Dustin grins at you, lightly slapping your chest. In all of your friendship, he’d never seen you without a shirt on, even when you went swimming previously. You saw his grin curl into a mischievous smile as he thought of a plan. He tried to tackle you back under in revenge for clotheslining him, only to be tackled into the murky water by Robin and Steve.

Eddie broke away from you, hand grasping yours under the water as he guided you to Will, Lucas and Mike. You felt like you didn’t need cotton body armor anymore, the rest of the evening was wonderful with friends. When it reached nightfall, Steve helped Dustin out of the water, Dustin now sunburnt. You sighed, grabbing his things.

The two of you said your goodbyes, and packed up the car. And when you got into the driver's seat after helping Dustin into the passengers, you saw a little piece of paper taped to the wheel.

“Call me if you need a pick me up, or if you need me to kiss it better.”

@hellfirebee​ 

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[beautifulfaaces]

Alfredo Narciso

Facts

July 8, 1973

American actor

He is of Brazilian and Filipino descent

Filmography

Cleveland [The Summer I turned pretty: 2022]

Captain Riojas [Manifest: 2018-2019]

Tom [Nothing Can Come from Nothing: 2014]

Suleiman [Tied to a chair: 2011]

Bernardo [Living and Dining: 2003]

Appearance

black hair

brown eyes

Roleplay

playable: adult

Icons: The Summer I Turned Pretty

#Alfredo Narciso #male 70s #male american #70s male american #70s male brazilian descent #70s male filipino descent #the summer i turned pretty #manifest #nothing can come from nothing #tied to a chair #living and dining #black male adult #70s male black #brown eyes male adult #70s male brown eyes #adult male

[old-lorarri]

— lost cause ... ( send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and ill ship you with a character. )

hi!! congrats on 4k, i love your account!

— lost cause ... ( send me a description of yourself + a fandom and gender preference, and ill ship you with a character. )

hi!! congrats on 4k, i love your account!

can i request the lost cause for formula 1 (gender preference: male)

im a 5’1 portuguese girl with big brown eyes and brown hair. im studying psychology in uni rn and i really want to pursue neuroscience/neuropsychology.

personality wise, im a bit of an ambivert. my friends also say im very sarcastic, witty and bit stubborn, but very romantic and a loyal person. my love language is definitely physical touch, like i just absolutely love casual intimacy.

one of my main hobbies is reading and i absolutely love classic literature. im also a very big film enthusiast, mainly about cinema from the 70s-90s. i adore music also. i play the piano and i love many types of music, but my favorite has to be rock - mainly classic rock and alternative rock. my favorite artists are the beatles, arctic monkeys, the smiths, radiohead, lana del rey, the strokes.

im a huge f1 nerd. one of those that know all the stats, winners and world champions, y’know? im also a bit of a geography nerd.

thank you!!

CHARLES LECLERC

love your sarcasm and wit

loves hugging and kissing you all the time

can't keep his hands off you

reads to you all the time

and reads book you recommend

watches films with you

you play piano duets together

goes to concerts with you

you and seb def get along with being f1 nerds

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[jovialtorchlight]

THE WITCH--A ONE ACT PLAY by JONNY BOLDUC

The Witch

            A play by Jonny BOLDUC

CHARACTERS:

JONNY: Male, 20-50

A young man. Troubled, disheveled. 

WITCH: Female, 20-50 

A mystical and enigmatic guide, similarly troubled.

JACOBY

Male, 10-18

A scared young boy.

 GLEN:

Male, 20-50

The embodiment of evil.

CHARLIE:

Male, 40-70

A barfly who dies.

THERAPIST:

Any gender, 40-70

A kind professional. 

SAWED MAN:

Any Gender. 20-70

A soul claimed by evil.

EMT/BYSTANDER

COP/ GUARD

BOUNCER/NURSE

JONNY:

Lights up on Jonny, centerstage. He is in a flannel shirt and has a pitchfork, dressed like he just he is in a barn. He addresses the audience directly. He is telling a story.

Three months. Doesn’t seem real. The days blur by like a roar. What did I do today, even? Well, I went out to the barn. Our barn.   I found two dead, newborn goats in a corner. Black and brown, tiny, the size of puppies, twins. The mother looked at me like she always did; huge marble eyes dilated, sideways, like they were about to bulge out of her skull. 

My farmhouse, a farmhouse that used to be ours, was down a small hill from the paddock, a half acre fenced off with a barn built at the crest of the hill. I could see it from the small wooden slat in the stall door. The baby goats were born in a bad way. It wasn’t their fault. It was November, and even with a heated blanket and  the insulation of the hay, the cold air wrapped around them,  their spirits slowly fading.  Even in April, the normal birthing season, on the cusp of spring, it was normal to lose a few babies. 

November seemed to take farm life with greed. Earlier in the month, a fisher cat had chewed through the wire of the coop and slaughtered 13 turkeys, leaving decapitated bodies piled up against the doors of the coop. 

Half of life is keeping wolves from the door, I thought as I bent over to cradle the dead goats in my arms. 

And the wolves are drawn to the scent of blood.

And there was no shortage of wolves, or blood. The whole farmed reeked of pain. At first, everything was coated in a thick film of memory. Even the pots and the pans, the coffee maker. The pang of “that was once ours.” The knowledge that she touched this mug, cupped it in her palms, let the steam rise into the chilly morning air, leaving the floating scent of coffee lifting through the house.

I snapped back to the dead goats in my arms, limp, limbs flapping around awkwardly, the mother staring at me.

It’s hard to figure out what a goat knows. Did she want a snack of grain? Most definitely. Did she miss her babies? Maybe. Sometimes, they seem like bleating animatronics, only interested in food, screaming, and breaking shit. Other times  they stare at you, long tongues lopsided, eyes sideways, looking at something beyond you, understanding what exists beyond what’s here. 

The Witch taught me how to feel that connection. That communion. Not the evil, biblical pentagram shit. But a link to something beyond. Once you know it’s present, you can feel it. 

Animals are a vessel. And it’s not a dark energy they draw from, a dark message from an abyssal place. It’s just another place, another place we go when we’re done being here. Most of the time, it works out fine. 

The witch also taught me that  everything can be perverted, can take on a new form, a terrible form.  Scene jumps to a parking lot, where the Witch, rubbing her hands together for warmth, is stranded outside of her car. 

JONNY:

Hey there. Battery dead?

WITCH:

Startled. 

Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you. Yeah, it is. 

JONNY:

I have cables in the back. 

WITCH:

Oh, you don’t need to--

JONNY: 

No problem at all. 

JONNY attaches the wires to the invisible car.

SFX: Car starting

WITCH:

Freezing.

Thank..you.

JONNY:

You got some snowflakes in your scalp.

WITCH:

What?

JONNY:

Akwardly.

I assume it’s not dandruff.

WITCH:

Uh…

JONNY:

I mean, uh, it would be ok if it was dandruff--

WITCH:

Laughing.

It’s not.  Thank you. I’ve been waiting for almost an hour.

JONNY:

Not a problem. Get in your car before you freeze. See you around.  WITCH exits. Lights dim on JONNY.  I’d like to say that it was love at first sight, that I knew she was a witch, that I felt her presence and knew that she was going to gradually teach me that I was fundamentally wrong about the universe, about the way things worked, about life and love and joy and terror.

 But as I drove out of the Walmart parking lot, the sky was just the sky, the cold was just cold, and the emptiness of a half lived life swam around me.  Days, as they often do, turned into weeks. We kept circling each other. Sometimes I noticed her, sometimes she noticed me; at least three or four times a week. In gas stations, waiting rooms, checkout lines. It became a bit of a joke shared by two near strangers; we were always together, by complete accident.

It was a hot July day, and I was at the town beach, lying on a towel. I  had been reading a book, but I closed it, and laid it on top of my eyes so the beating of the sun wouldn’t blind me. 

Monlouge breaks. We are at a beach, several weeks later. JONNY sheds his shirt and pants to a layer of swimgear underneath. WITCH is sitting on a beach chair wearing dark sunglasses and a sunhat. JONNY lays down on a towel.

I could feel my skin tightening into a sunburn, so I sat up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her. 

JONNY:

You again?  Jonny smiles.

WITCH:

Yep. looks like it. Grins back. 

JONNY:

I’m starting to think you’re following me.

WITCH:

Grin fades. Her tone is suddenly very, very dire. 

I’m not. Are you following me?

JONNY:

“Uh...no. And look, I’m sorry if I spooked you. It was a half-baked joke. Starts to get up. 

WITCH:

It’s okay. I didn’t think so. I just had to be sure. What’s your name?

JONNY:

Jonny. What’s yours?

WITCH:

Ignoring the question. She concentrates out into the audience, her voice falling into a  sharp  whisper. She points. That boy out by the floating dock is going to drown. Things are about to fall into place.

JONNY:

Back into narration.

Six or seven children were standing in the corner of the floating dock, trying to sink it. They did; and the other half of the dock rose into the air. 

A boy who looked to be about ten was standing on a particularly pitched part of the float. As it rose sharply, he slipped, smashed his face off of the wood, and, before his friends could catch him, slipped off into the water. 

Before I registered what I was doing, I was in the water, running, as fast as Icould; diving into the water, stroke after stroke, kids screaming, parents from the beach yelling.

Lights up on a boy, some distance from Jonny.

Rapid fire delivery. Frantic. 

JACOBY:

He was swimming quickly, and he was at the dock, I gasped and I swallowed more water and he dived under and he opened his eyes 

JONNY:

 I couldn’t see anything, just a chain attached to the slimey underneath of the dock to the bottom of the lake; breath running out, I followed the chain to the rocky bottom;

JACOBY:

But I wasn’t there either. He looked back up, and saw me, face down, under the dock. He 

JONNY:

Pushed from the bottom upwards, running out of breath.  I grabbed the boy’s limp body, and dragged him out from under the dock  with a final push before I inhaled a lung full of lakewater.  I felt the fire hit my lungs, I pushed his body up above the surface of the water and some hands grabbed him and while I wheezed and coughed—

O.S VOICE:

OH GOD HE’S NOT BREATHING!

JONNY: 

No, I thought, I just saved him, just grabbed him, I should have saved him, and I thrashed as I lost strength and before I lost consciousness I felt hands grab me and pull me— 

People rush around JONNY, who stands still, slow motion  in the middle of the chaos. Two EMTS lift Jacoby onto  stretcher and hurry him offstage. 

Everything should have been fine. EMTs were having lunch at the hotdog stand up the road; they heard the screaming and came on the scene while I was underwater. The boy was under the dock for just under a minute. The guy who jumped in right behind me was a lifeguard. The guy swimming behind him was a former Navy S.E.A.L. 

On that hot July day, everything lined up. We should have been able to save that boy—I’d learn later, from his mother, that his name was Jacoby—and he should have been the one, blue lipped, shivering, on the back of the ambulance, having his vitals monitored, coughing up water. 

While I was unconscious, I had a dream. 

BLACKOUT. Lights come up. Three distinct spotlights, the rest of the stage as black as possible. JONNY, the WITCH with her beach-chair, and JACOBY each occupy a space onstage.

                      JACOBY:

Sobbing, stifling sniffling. Where’s my mom? 

WITCH:

The spotlight follows her as she moves to JACOBY. She embraces him, and puts a hand on his head. 

She’s not here now, but you can visit her later. Why don’t we go take a walk? There are some people up by the hot-dog stand who would love to see you, Jacoby.

JACOBY:

          Oh...okay.  JACOBY begins to move, but he suddenly whips around and stares at JONNY.

        Terrified. Who is that? Out on the dock? Is he the bad? Is he going to--

JONNY:

No, no, buddy, I’m a friend, I tried to help you--

JACOBY:

He shouldn’t be here. JACOBY looks as if he is going to bolt. 

WITCH:

Stern, like a mother. Jacoby,  you need to turn toward me. Please. You don’t have to be afraid.  He is a friend.

JACOBY:

JACOBY begins to writhe. Lights make it look like energy is bursting from his skin. 

WITCH:

JACOBY! 

JACOBY:

                    It’s so hot…all this light…I can’t…

Red. Everything is washed in red. JONNY begins to narrate.

JONNY:

Breathless. 

I felt myself burn into him, felt my consciousness blend into his—for a moment--Add strobe effect—I had to stand—had to stop this— I felt my chest tighten as his eyes fixed on me and I felt the way his smashed face felt when it hit the dock and scraped against the wood and how his head pounded and he slipped and the way he tried to swim up before he lost consciousness and the way the water filled his lungs—I saw the writhing and the fear, the red open sore of the sky, the dark hue of the beach suddenly vast and endless, a void, drawing me and the boy in like a magnet, like we were being pulled; I had to stand up, do something—

BLACKOUT. In the blackout, which lasts a second or two, JONNY moves next to JACOBY and the WITCH. 

                            WITCH:

Thank you, Jacoby. Thank you for trusting us. Now, I need you to get out of the water, Jacoby.

JACOBY:

I don’t know if I can. Subtle hints that he is escalating; perhaps a strobe flashing once. 

WITCH:

You can. You can, Jacoby.

              JACOBY:

         Turns to JONNY. 

     I’ll do it if he jumps in.

WITCH: 

                                                 Addressing JONNY. Friend. You don’t have to jump.

JACOBY:

                                      Petulant. Yes he does!  I won’t do it if he doesn’t!

JONNY:

Narrating.  I looked down at the water. It was black, oily, bubbling.  I glanced back at Jacoby. I didn’t know what was going to happen to him if I didn’t jump. But the fear in my chest told me he would be lost, swallowed up by whatever this oily water was. 

Breaking back.

Alright. On the count of three. 

BOTH:

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

          JONNY jumps. BLACKOUT.

SCENE 2

JONNY:

Laying down on a stretcher stage center, with an EMT leaning over him... Lights dim on JONNY and an EMT. 

JONNY coughs. 

                  Where is he? Where’s Jacoby?

EMT:

                                                    Woah, take it easy. Who’s Jacoby?

JONNY:

Speaking hurts. The kid. Underwater. Jacoby.

Silence. After a pause. 

            EMT:

    His parents said they didn’t know you. How do you know his name?

JONNY:

A bad liar. Somebody yelled it. How long was I unconscious? 

EMT:

Three minutes. No matter what happened to Jacoby, it wasn’t your fault. You tried to save him.

JONNY STANDS. EMT’s exit, wheeling the stretcher off. The BEACH scene is over, and JONNY is narrating. 

JONNY:

For a while, I convinced myself that the  the dream was my mind responding to the influx of trauma and the lack of oxygen and the exhaustion.  A few days passed. Jacoby’s family called me a few times, told me it wasn’t my fault, that I was a hero for trying to save him. They asked me to come to his funeral. I couldn’t.  I could barely leave my apartment. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jacoby. Or the black, oily water.

And in my dreams, I was standing on the edge of the dock, staring at the bubbling void and Jacoby's blue bloated bloody face rose up from the depths and he was sobbing, asking me why I didn’t swim faster, why I couldn’t save him.

When I drank, I fell asleep and I didn’t have dreams. So I took to drinking.

 Hard.  We are now in the interior of a car. There is an open bottle of whiskey barely concealed underneath a coat in the drivers seat. JONNY is driving. He mimes falling asleep. SOUND FX: CRASH. JONNY stumbles out of his car; from the opposite side of the stage, the Witch stumbles out of hers. A small crowd forms around. 

JONNY:

             Drunkenly. Anyone have any---uh, Listerine? Or Tik Tacks? 

JONNY and the WITCH notice eachother. 

                      WITCH: 

It’s…you. 

JONNY:

Sure is. Your eyes are bloodshot as fuck. Also, you smell like…a…whiskey…factory. I do too. Damn it. Tell me, when I jumped, did Jacob…

WITCH:

He made it.

A bystander approaches. 

BYSTANDER:

Are you both…drunk?

JONNY:

Then why am I…

WITCH:

Having the dreams? You jumped in. 

Blue lights flash.

                          JONNY:

I had to. I had to jump.

WITCH:

Smiling. Once we sober up and post bail, we have to talk. 

COPS ENTER.

JONNY: 

The Witch was right. We both got arrested. My coat fell off the bottle during the force of the crash. I glanced at it. It was almost empty. I did a quick calculation; I had been drinking heavy for six months. I didn’t even notice when the bottle was gone. The bottle was the first thing the cop saw. I saw him put on some gloves and grab it. Another cop car rolled in. 

COP:

Not really a question. You been drinking, sir?

JONNY:

Addressing audience. I shouldn’t have said anything. Should have waited for my lawyer. But I just wanted to get it over with. 

Addressing COP.

            Yes. 

COP: To the Witch. 

And you, miss?

WITCH: 

Yes. 

COP:

Do you two know eachother?

BOTH:

No. 

JONNY:

That was the first lie we told. Addressing the audience as he he is cuffed and led away by the COP. 

We both blew the same blood alcohol level. Way over. Both JONNY and the WITCH are sitting in the back of a cop car.  We decided, subconsciously, that the back of a copcar wasn’t a good place to talk. 

It is silent, cut by bursts of SXF: Radio chatter. JONNY leads his head back, and closes his eyes. The WITCH is asleep as well. 

For the first time in six months, when I closed my eyes, I didn’t see Jacoby. I saw her face. I understood her.  I knew she was as tired as I was. She had the same dreams of Jacoby dying.  When we got to the jail, we were separated. I spent a night in County, sobered up, and posted bail. First time. No convictions. Not even a speeding ticket. $500, only bail condition not to drink. 

I knew I’d probably be back behind bars. I already knew I needed a drink. I should have called a lawyer first thing. Called my parents to tell them I’d got into trouble and probably lost my job and needed help and I was so sorry—  But I didn’t . The first thing I did—and I mean the first thing—was to try and find the Witch. 

COP is now a GUARD who is handing JONNY his belongings.

                        JONNY:

 The woman I was brought in with--do you know if she’s been released?

GUARD:

Fuck off. Get out of here. Here’s your stuff. One uncharged phone, a lighter, and a wallet with 14 dollars in cash.

JONNY:

JONNY leaves, and sits at a table, drinking a coffee.  There was a Cafe down the street. I got a coffee, and sat. The morning’s paper was on the stand.  We were sure to be in there. Sure enough, I flipped to the local section of the paper, greeted by my mugshot, and hers.  Headline read, “two arrested after drunk drivers slam into each other.”

But I had something important. Her name.  I never told her that I learned her name from her mugshot. I left my coffee on the table, and left the cafe without paying for the paper. 

As JONNY leaps up from the table, he walks, and delivers these lines to the the audience. As he does, a basic apartment with a chair is set behind him. 

It was a two hour walk back to my apartment, but I made it. I charged my phone. About 100 voicemails and missed calls, from my mom, my dad, my sister. My work. I was fired. 

SOUND SXF: Phone ringing. Witch appears with a phone on the other side of the stage.

WITCH:

Hey, I found your number in the phone book...I found your address, too. I’m coming over.

JONNY:

What?

 WITCH:

Bursts through the door. Looks around. Her tone is playful.

Wow, this place is a shithole. All carpeted, right? Even the bathroom?

JONNY:

Yeah, how did you--

WITCH:

Been here before. Your closet is full of booze bottles and pizza bozes towering like a pyramid. You’re not going to get your damage deposit back, and you’re fine with that. The “living” room is a futon pad on the floor with a TV and a Playstation hooked up, and your bedroom is a mattress on the floor. You use an oversized flannel as a blanket. 

JONNY:

Uh. Yeah. How--

WITCH:

You still hungover?

JONNY:

Yeah. 

WITCH:

Well, clear the pizza box off that chair and we can talk. 

JONNY:

Hastily moves a pizza box. 

I’m sorry my apartment is such a mess.

WITCH:

I was just giving you shit. Mine is just as bad. 

JONNY:

Sits across from the Witch. They are silent, but not uncomfortably. 

I don’t know about you, but I’m so goddamn tired.

WITCH:

Me too. But it feels like we’re both back from the brink of whatever the hell had happened to us. Like we’re  finally sitting down, gasping for breath, not drowning, happy to be safe. 

JONNY:

Or at least pretending to be safe. 

WITCH:

Right.

JONNY:

So…what happened on the beach?

The Witch puts her head in her hands, slumps down. She looks up. 

WITCH:

It’s hard to explain. It’s no so much a ‘what was that,’ as a  ‘where were we?” type question. 

JONNY:

Jacoby…was dead, right?

WITCH nods.

Were we dead too? Did I die-

WITCH:

Snapping.  No. No, we weren’t dead. Jacoby died, we survived. 

JONNY:

I’m sorry. I just thought:

WITCH:

I’m sorry.  Jonny. I’ve been...going to that place...for a long, long time. As long as I can remember. And I’ve never had anyone else come with me. Usually, it’s easy. I offer a hand, tell them everything is going to be fine, and we walk. Sometimes, things get fucked up. The...bad thing comes.

JONNY sits in stunned silence. The WITCH gets up, goes to a fridge, and grabs a beer. She treats the kitchen as if it’s her own, as if she knows where everything is.  

Usually, when things get as bad as they did with Jacoby, I can’t save them. I...I try the best I can. But you...you saved him. You jumped in the water. I’ve never seen anyone do that before. 

JONNY:

                                     Sorry, what? What did I do? How did I save him?

WITCH:

He wasn’t going to go. He was going to get claimed by that...black shit, the oil. You helped him go beyond.  I want to see if you can do it again. But I need you to promise me something.

JONNY:

Gazes at her.

 Anything. 

WITCH:

                                                        You have to trust me. Please trust me. JONNY nods. The WITCH smiles, downs the entire beer in three gulps, and bounds out the door.  

                                                                              JONNY:

As he follows, he breaks, and addresses the audience.  I would have followed her anywhere.

SCENE 3

Lights up outside a dive bar called the “Blue Goose.”  JONNY and WITCH are standing. 

WITCH:

This is my favorite place. Shoulder to shoulder, shoes stick to the floor if you stand in one place for too long. 

JONNY:

Are we going inside?

WITCH:

No.  Someone is going to come out of that bar. They’re going to trip on the sidewalk, and when they fall, they’re going to get hit by a car.

JONNY:

What? We have to stop it--

WITCH:

I’ve tried. So many times. But we can’t. When it happens, let me do the talking, please.

CHARLIE stumbles from out of the bar. CHARLIE is in his late ‘60s. A BOUNCER trails behind him. 

BOUNCER:

                                                                        Go sleep it off, Charlie. 

      CHARLIE wobbles, tries to catch himself, and falls over, onto the road. SXF of screeching tires. Bouncer screams. 

JONNY:

A car raced over Charlie’s body with a thud, limbs caught in the wheels, bones snapping off like twigs. Parts of the man spilled out onto the road, crushed open like a smashed jack-o-lantern. Then, everything shifted. 

                                                            A striking shift in lighting. Stage is black again. A spotlight lights JONNY and the WITCH, and a separate beam illuminates CHARLIE. 

CHARLIE:  

Looking down at his hands. What happened? How am I sober?

WITCH:

I’m sorry, Charlie. 

CHARLIE:

Who are you? Points at JONNY. Who is he?

WITCH:

Friends. We’re here to help you, Charlie. There’s a few people waiting for you around the corner.

CHARLIE:

Who?

WITCH:

Nancy.

CHARLIE crumbles to the ground, sobbing. A light pulsates for a second, the same pulsation that happened with JACOBY. 

WITCH:

I know. You miss her. She’d love to see you, Charlie.  But we have to go. We can’t stay here.

CHARLIE:

Why?

WITCH:

“Because it’s not safe.”

CHARLIE:

Okay. 

He rises. As he rises, a sickly green lights up the stage. SXF of a screech tires. CHARLIE convulses, tendrils of sick light and smoke burst out of him. The scene is sickly green chaos. 

JONNY leaps in front of Charlie, and pull him in close, as if to protect him. SXF of a car whizzing by. 

To JONNY. 

You saved me.

JONNY:

We need to go. Before it comes back. 

They walk offstage, the WITCH holding JONNY’s hand. JONNY comes back onstage, addressing the audience. 

She slept over on the couch that night. With her there, even in the other room, I could sleep soundly. In the morning, I took her to get some coffee.

    WITCH comes onstage and they both sit at a table.

To the WITCH. So, where do you live?

WITCH:

Presses her mug tightly into her palm.  Nowhere. I got kicked out of my apartment after I was arrested.

JONNY:

TO audience.  I knew it was crazy, inviting someone I had just rear ended in a drunken bender to live with me. But I felt like I knew her. Like we had already met, that some deep part of me had studied her before, like she had spoken to me and I had listened. 

To WITCH. Do you want to move in?

            WITCH:

                                             Smiling. Sure. The WITCH addresses the audience. 

WITCH:

Jonny  moved in with me. We cleaned the place up. We went to court, lost our licenses for six months, and I managed to get a job at a Subway around the corner. His  parents helped us out with rent until Jonny got a job at a newspaper. We managed to be happy.  JONNY learned how to help people die. He learned how to exit death if things were getting bad, how to sense if the bad thing was coming. 

The first time we kissed, it was a few days before Christmas. We had been semi-platonic up until that point. We were watching the Grinch. Not the Jim Carrey one, the old school cartoon. I found it romantic, I guess. I leaned into him.

Our first kiss was on the pullout couch I slept on, and after that, I slept in the bedroom with him. The next morning, I got up before him and made eggs. She came into the kitchen, got a running start, and jumped on my back. I spun around, shifting her, and kissed him again. I grabbed his hand. And for a year and a half, we never let go. We were happy. Together. 

And we kept going to the other place. We kept saving people, walking with them. Someone would die. We would be there. We would help them along. 

One night, I went to work. And Jonny fell asleep on the couch.  WITCH exits.

JONNY:

A dream. Jacoby wasn’t there. I knew something was wrong. The dead can come in dreams, and they often do, and when the Witch and I would talk to each other about visits, it was almost like we were talking about old friends. Alvin was doing fine. Jen had managed to move on. Curtis was getting there. Mike was a piece of shit, but he was slowly learning how to not be an asshole.  The dreams followed a format. But Jacoby never showed up. He wasn’t ok. 

Lights up, mirroring the beach scene, JACOBY standing on the dock. 

                        JACOBY:

Robotic. I’m going to sink it. I’m going to sink it. I’m going to loose my balance. I’m going to fall in. I’m going to drown, bloated, blue--

              JONNY:

NO!

JACOBY:

You have to jump in. You have to save me. You couldn’t. I was under the dock, drowning, and you couldn’t save me. Step in. Save me. 

JONNY:

                             JONNY steps out of his spotlight. He yelps in pain. It is like stepping into hot coals.

WITCH:

                  O.S

                                   Jonny. Don’t. Please. You can’t save him. 

JONNY:

                                         You said he was okay. He’s not okay. 

WITCH:

                             VOICE quivering. Please, turn around. You can’t do this. 

              JONNY:

Dives into the oil.

WITCH:

Screaming. JONNY!

JONNY, in the black, makes terrible noises as if he is choking. WITCH exits. Lights flood black on. JONNY is gasping, hands to his neck, emerging from the dream.

JONNY:

I need a fucking drink.  JONNY goes to the pantry and grabs a bottle of whiskey. He grabs a shot glass, but sets it down, and insteads opts for a pint glass, filling it, and chugging it. He does the same, again. He is now addressing the audience.

I felt heavy, like the gunk had latched onto my soul. I was back in the days after Jacoby died, back to thinking that if I drank I could get rid of the stain of not being able to save him. But this was different. This time, I couldn’t save Jacoby’s soul. Reality snarled at me, bit me in the face. I was a drunk. I had a criminal record. I was broke, in way over my head. And who was she, this woman I was obsessing over, the woman who I called the witch? I had the distinct feeling that I was being drawn into something that I couldn’t quite understand. I was fucking with people’s souls. Something deeper than myself, something far, far more important than me.

I didn’t want to be drawn into anything. All I wanted to do was drink myself to death. The stakes were incredible, and I knew that I was utterly unable to deal with whatever the hell happened again if it happened again. 

            JONNY goes to the fridge and takes a bottle of chilled rum. He puts it in  a paper bag.

I left my apartment with the intention of finally fucking dying. 

                  EXIT. END SCENE.

SCENE 4

                          Dark streets of Lewiston, Maine, between three and four in the morning. JONNY is stumbling, wandering. A lost soul. The WITCH speaks from offstage. 

                              WITCH:

Lewiston, Maine is an old factory town, mills empty; a town rooted in the whirling mechanics of the past, where the fog stopped rolling and the factories shut down.  A bridge connects Lewiston and Auburn.  Jonny had  been blacked out,  and subsequently,  came too  on the bridge.

The jump might not have killed him, but the river, in the winter, was fierce, overflowing; rapid. If he jumped, it could be over. And I guess that’s what he wanted. He wanted whatever happened to him, whateverhe  almost did to Jacoby, to never happen again. 

JONNY reaches a guardrail. He lifts a leg over it. The Witch appears on the other side of the stage.

Turn around.

Blue lights flash.

              JONNY:

It has to be now. 

      WITCH:

                    Jonny, turn around. 

                          Jonny stumbles, passes out beside the guardrail. He’s safe. 

                JONNY:

They pumped my stomach and they stabilized me. While I slept, I was back at the beach, this time, on the shore. I looked down at myself, and I was coated with tarry oil; I couldn’t breathe, my lips were sealed shut by the glob, sticking to my skin, and I failed, trying to gasp, mouth sealed shut; and I couldn’t see through the oil that had solidified on my eyes, I was buried alive, standing up, and I was flailing, and I was going to die—

I felt myself scrubbed away. I felt the tar removed, but by bit, first from the mouth, so I could breathe, the eyes, so I could see, and finally, I stood whole and clean. 

Someone was scrubbing my back. I turned around. It was the Witch. 

WITCH:

Furious.   Why didn’t you turn around?  You promised you would trust me.

JONNY:

I..I couldn’t. Whatever happened to Jacoby was my fault. I shouldn’t have been there…

WITCH:

Look at me. It’s not your fault. But you have to listen to me. Please. I only have so much to give, and tonight, you took most of it.  When you see me, I’m going to be weak. I’m not going to be myself. But still, for the love of everything, you have to trust me.

JONNY:

I...I always trust…

WITCH:

No.  Angry again. If you trusted me, you would have turned around. Whatever that thing was on the dock, it wasn’t Jacoby. It wanted you to dive in, and you fell right into it.

JONNY: 

I’m sorry…

WITCH:

Anger dies. Sadness rises.  I don’t forgive you, not yet. I… I...can’t carry this weight on my own.  Anyone can be ruined, Jonny.  I love you. You can’t be the one who ruins me.

JONNY:

To the audience.  I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by family, with an incredible guilt. And not because I had just tried to kill myself. But because I had hurt the one who had tried to save me. The one who wanted me to be ok. I could almost feel the Witch, almost feel how that oil had set into her, how I put that heavy stone on her chest.  I spent a day in bed at the hospital.  They put me on some sedatives. The next day, they sent me to a psychward. 

NURSE enters. She is giving JONNY a tour of the ward. JONNY is shuffling behind. 

                NURSE:

This is the nurses’ stations. Line up for evening meds after dinner. Here are the showers…

The WITCH, looking incredibly awful--hair in a ragged mess, wearing dirty sweatpants--sits in a chair. The NURSE and JONNY pass by. JONNY almost walks by, but sees the WITCH. He stares at her. She doesn’t recognize him. The NURSE keeps walking, unaware that JONNY has paused.

We have group at noon, three, and six…

                            JONNY:

. To audience.  It looked like she hadn’t washed for days. Her long hair was filthy, ends frayed, and she stared off into the distance. She looked at me, but her eyes danced off somewhere else.  And, for a moment, they went black, like someone had dipped her irises in oil. 

NURSE:

                                                         Hey! You can’t be in there! Jonathan! 

                                      JONNY moves stage center. WITCH and the NURSE leave.

JONNY:

The nurses wouldn’t let me in her room. I couldn’t talk to her. I spent a lot of my time sleeping, trying to reach out to the witch, trying to meet her again.  But I didn’t know how. There had to be a ritual, some way to get to that place, the beach, the inbetween, as she called it.  But every time we went to that place, she touched me. Her touch was the gateway. And I couldn’t get near her. She spent most of her time locked in her room. Days turned into weeks. I kept sleeping. The ward was a secure floor, the rooms consisting of two beds, a desk, and a locker. My roommate was named Joe. For the first few weeks, he was detoxing, so he was in bed almost as much as I was. 

When it was meal time, we gathered in the hallway, where we all lined up while the food cart rolled in and we were served, one by one. Most everyone in the ward were detoxing, or alcoholics, or had OD’d, and it wasn’t like insane people in straightjackets. Everyone was quiet. 

Scene shifts to the ward cafeteria. 

We got our food and went into the kitchen, where they had us sign out forks and knives so no one could try to kill themselves in the bathroom.  There wasn’t much talking. We were all hungover, scared, or in withdrawal. Until the stranger came in. 

JONNY is sitting, eating. A LINE of 2-3 people has formed, and an ORDERLY is handing out food. A wild, greasy, unkempt man with hair long to his back, a pencil-thin mustache and long fingernails shuffles on with his mouth half open, in a complete daze. He walks right into the back of a woman waiting in line. She turns around, starts to say the word “sorry,” and he swings on her, screaming--

                GLEN:

                                          Don’t FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU FUCKING CUNT!

The caferia erupts. NURSES grab GLEN, and one takes the woman, who is bleeding from the face offstage. They drag GLEN offstage, leaving the stage bare, except for JONNY.

JONNY:

He was carted off to the isolation room and sedated. Dinner was normal. I went to bed.  I woke up in the morning to screaming coming from the TV room.. MAN screams.  JONNY dashes to the TV room. The asshole from yesterday’s breakfast barracaded himself inside by sticking a chair underneath the handle so it couldn’t open from the outside. The nurses were banging at the door and the patients were lining the hallway; the door to the ward flung open and five security guards poured in and pushed us back away from the door to the room.

LIGHTS transform. Stage is black, spare a spotlight on GLEN, who is holding a butterknife to a man’s throat and sawing at it. The man is thrashing, trying to get GLENN OFF, but GLEN has him in a hold.  A spotlight pops up on JONNY, who is just to the left of them. 

JONNY: It’s over. He’s dead.  Put the knife down.

GLEN:

  Yellowed teeth in a wide grin. 

                      It’s not over!  It’s not over, we’re just getting warmed up, you fucking idiot! I already got his fucking soul! I cracked his  bones and I splattered his blood on the white wall and he’s mine! Just like Jacoby!

JONNY:

 Launches himself at Glen, but as he does, it is like an explosion catapults him backwards. The man with the sawed throat begins to cough, hacking. If possible, he hacks up black liquid. 

GLEN:

This ain’t what you’re used to, bucko. Usually, that bitch you call a witch makes everything ok, right? Polly Anne takes them around the corner into forever peace. Well, I’m a greedy bastard. I want you, boy. I want everyone. And God damn am I going to take you. 

Sawed throat man convulses. LIGHTS pulsate. GLEN hovers over him. The sawed man is screaming in pain. On the other side of the stage, in the black, the WITCH has come out with a chair, and is sitting, comatose. JONNY breaks as if he is going to tackle GLEN, but runs straight past, to the WITCH. 

        GLEN: 

YOU FUCKING COWARD!

BLACKOUT on GLEN. Spotlight up on the Witch. Using black paper mache, she looks like a burned corpse. She is breathing laborously. JONNY is panting. 

Where'd ya go? Where’d ya go? To save your fucking whore of a girlfriend? I fucked her already. I’m gunna fuck ya both! Gunna rip you apart! Gunna make you watch her.

JONNY pulls the same move GLENN did and uses a chair to prop the door closed. He hastily begins to peel layer after layer of the void off of the WITCH.

Inch by inch, the WITCH is revealed. Her mouth is uncovered. She gasps. Her eyes are uncovered. She blinks.

JONNY:

              I will never let anything like this happen again, I swear to you. GLEN breaks through, into the room. JONNY squares off with him. With whatever special effects your theater can muster, GLEN unhinges  his jaw, a monster with innumerable teeth, skin dancing up like an oil flame. This is his dreadful form. JONNY holds the WITCH in his arms as GLEN hovers over them. The WITCH feebly raises her arms. GLEN freezes. JONNY and the WITCH scurry OFFSTAGE. 

                          END SCENE.

SCENE 5.

A therapist’s office. JONNY is still clad in hospital robes, and is speaking with a therapist. 

THERAPIST:

                                I’m proud of you. You’ve been doing the work. 

JONNY:

Thanks. 

THERAPIST:

Are the meds working?

JONNY:

Yeah. 

THERAPIST:

Do you think you’re ready to leave?

JONNY:

I think so. 

THERAPIST:

What’s your support system at home? What’s your discharge plan?

JONNY:

I’m going home to live with my parents. I’ll get a job at the corner store near my house. My parent’s insurance covers therapy. 

THERAPIST:

                    Great. 

THERAPIST gets up and leaves. JONNY addresses the audience.

    JONNY:

I recovered, I guess. Or I played along enough to get discharged. After Glen was arrested and sent to a max-security ward upstate, I decided to just complete the therapeutic coloring pages and say what I thought they wanted to hear.  The witch kept a distance. When she did look at me, she glanced at me, like she was ashamed, like she was the one who had fucked up royally. I knew she needed to be apart, I knew she needed to recover. So I left the ward withough saying goodbye.

A day later, I was in a minivan, my silent dad driving, my mom in the passenger's seat, smiling faintly. It was raining.  

              MOM:

      O.S

It’s good to have you home.

JONNY:

And, for a while at least, it was good to be home. The Witch gnawed at me, though. I missed her.

Sometimes, when I rose at night, alone, I’d think she was there, trick myself into thinking I saw her shadow move in the hallways. I’d say something out loud to her and expect her to respond. I’d look in the passenger’s seat and realize that she wasn’t sitting next to me and I’d slam my fists on the dash. I’d scream and pull over. Then, the dreams started. 

SAWED MAN enters with a TV remote. His throat is raw. 

SAWED MAN:

I was watching Love It or List It. I never even saw him coming. To JONNY. You know he stole my soul, right?

JONNY:

I’m sorry. 

SAWED MAN:

“No. Don’t. You don’t get to say you’re sorry. You could have tried.  SXF: Bone cracking and breaking. 

Slowly, like an owl, his head twists towards JONNY, but his neck unmoving. Black oil pours from his eyes. 

  JONNY:

This went on for a few months. The terrible nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat, continuing on with my cookie-cutter day like everything was fine. I got promoted, saved up enough money to move out again. I started looking for the dying. I needed to help.  The Witch taught me some rituals. To find a death, the mind had to be clear, and the guide, the map, was a copper pendulum, kept in a pocket, as close to the core of the body heat as possible, smudged with oils, used to ask what poor soul would soon need help leaving the earth. JONNY lights incense, and places his forearm on a table, using the pendulum.   In my mind came the location, a farm, and the time, 3 p.m., and the name. When the name came, the world crashed. Her name. The witch was going to die. 

I tried her old cell phone. It was disconnected. I ran outside, to the car, and fled as fast as I could, to the farm, out in the country, about 40 minutes away. 

The ritual was never wrong. The ritual was never wrong, but how could the Witch die? I had left her to protect her, to keep her from the slog of me, that followed me wherever I went. It was noon. She had three hours left on earth. 

Fast, pushing 80. Made the 45 minute trip in 30; everything seemed like it was blurred down into moments, each second seemed like something vital was being chipped away.  One of her first lessons she taught me after Jacoby was that you couldn't change death. It came. If the bell was rung, if the process began, it could not be stopped without a life slipping from earth.

I pulled into her driveway, skidded to a halt, kicking up dust from the gravel. I flung the car door open, kicked open her slanted gate and ran up the path, towards the white farmhouse. 

She was waiting for me on the screened-in porch. 

WITCH:

Hi. 

JONNY:

                                Frantic. Oh my God are you--do you know--

WITCH:

Yes. I am going to die. 

JONNY starts to shake, and the WITCH embraces him. They melt into eachother. She leads him to a blanket, where they lay together. 

WITCH:

I felt his pain melt away. We lay together in the dimly lit living room, candles flickering. I traced my fingers across his face, memorizing it. I pushed back his hair, studying him. He did the same.  Death isn't so bad. The hardest part is the forgetting, the forgetting of the voice, of the features of the face, the way the eyes dance and the way the skin reflects in the sun; the way the numbing of the days passed leaves the leftover, the one on earth with just an abstract thought of the tangible, living person.  I knew that. I’ve lived a long time, and I’ve seen a lot of bright lights go dark. 

I got up.

BOTH stand, and walk together.

 I could tell that he was afraid to follow. But he did. I led him outside, through my yard cluttered with scraps of wood and a rusted out grill. He followed me onto the farm,  and followed me to the back paddock, where my goats stood on the slight incline leading up to the barn, bleating loudly at us. 

To JONNY.

Close your eyes.

He does.

SXF: a gunshot. The WITCH collapses.  Shallow breathing, gurgling, breath forced like her lungs are full of pebbles;  lying in a pool of blood. 

                                         The lights change to a spotlight on the WITCH, and a spotlight on JONNY.

WITCH:

Come. JONNY hesitates. I'm ready. But I don't think you're ready to walk with me.

              JONNY:

How can I ever be ready? Falls to his knees. How can I say goodbye? There’s no way to do it. No way to say goodbye. I’ll always wanting one more; one more touch, one more glimpse into your face, one more conversation. There is no light enough to fill the void. 

WITCH:

The terror isn't here. We don't have to worry about it. I prepared this for you. It's beautiful, isn't it?

Lighting resembles a orange twilight sunset, jutting out from behind purple clouds in brillant, paint brush strokes. 

             A cool breeze, refreshing, like a thunderstorm rolling in from the corner of the sky. Peace.

            JONNY:

Thank you. It's wonderful.

WITCH:

"I've lived for about a thousand years, Jonny. I've had many lives with many different people. I've loved many. I love you. But we all have to take the long walk. You know that. And there are still many people left in the world that you can help, but you need to promise me something.

JONNY:

                                                               Of course.

WITCH:

Promise me that you will help. For as long as you live.

JONNY nods. He takes her hand, and they walk. 

I nodded. I took her hand. We walked. 

END

#jonny bolduc #play #playwriting

[askthenewdigitalcircus]

This is an ask blog based around my Digital Circus next gen AU

I guess I should go ahead and explain the characters who will be the major focus of this blog

Pomni: Once a very anxious jester, Pomni is now the new ringmaster of the digital circus and is married to Ragatha. Caine served as a sort of mentor for Pomni as she got more adjusted to being in the digital world. When she becomes accepting of her fate, Caine retires and lets Pomni take over as the new ringmaster (in a nutshell this is literally the Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia situation but with The Amazing Digital Circus). Pomni is Anni’s mother and she is very understanding of her daughter’s anxiety as she had gone through it herself years ago

Ragatha: Ragatha is Pomni’s wife and Anni’s mother. She is still the sweet optimistic doll she’s always been and she’ll often put her daughter in dresses based off of 70s and 80s ragdolls, much to the dismay of Anni but she loves her mother nonetheless

Anni: Anni is the daughter of Pomni and Ragatha. She is the anxious ragdoll jester of the circus and she goes on crazy adventures with her friends

Kandi: Kandi is a pink cat with wings made entirely of candy who quite frankly has her own little shop in the circus grounds called “Kandi’s Sweetery”. She specializes is making sweet treats and she is always enthusiastic and very friendly to everyone she meets. She is married to Sox and has two children, a son named Saito and a daughter named Katti that she loves more than anything else

Sox: Sox is a pink and white Venezuelan pup with anger issues who is married to Kandi and is the mother of Saito and Katti. She is highly protective of her family and will stop at nothing to keep them safe. She is fluent in both English and Spanish, speaking in a very faint accent and she even found a loophole that allows her to swear in Spanish without it being censored

Saito: Saito is the son of Kandi and Sox who is a few minutes older than his twin sister. He is temperamental and moody but he also cares about his sister and will do anything in his power to keep her safe

Katti: Katti is the daughter of Kandi and Sox who is a few minutes younger than her twin brother. She is very outgoing and cheerful, always eager to go on adventures with her brother and her two best friends

Keke: Keke is a wolf with brown fur and hazel eyes who is an artist with ADHD and autism that gets flustered easily around her wife Jinx. She is June’s mother and she taught her daughter everything she knows about drawing and art, knowing that June would one day be a very talented artist just like her

Jinx: Jinx is a female version of Jax and Keke’s wife who is flirty at times but she is also just as sarcastic as her male counterpart. She’s also June’s mother and although she teases her daughter sometimes, she genuinely cares for June and wants nothing but the best for her little girl

June: June is the daughter of Keke and Jinx who is a very introverted and shy wolf/rabbit hybrid who often keeps to herself and draws in her sketchbook. Whenever she starts getting really anxious, she hugs her purple stuffed lamb Lilac for comfort and to keep herself from having a panic attack. She keeps Lilac and all of her art supplies in her bag whenever she heads out to spend time with her small group of friends

That is pretty much everything about the AU that you should know so ask away and don’t be afraid to request me to draw your Digital Circus kiddos interacting with Anni, Saito, Katti, and June

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Official Hero Costumes

Part 1

These are the last hero costumes post Imma make bc I finally know what the hell I'm doing. Most of these apply for both BNHAverse and Giftedverse. Also, if my artist mutuals want to take some creative liberties they can.

Joou Hitsugaya | Splendor

Splendor is a very versatile woman in the sense that she never wears the same hero costume everyday. But one thing they have in common is that they look like designer outfits one could find on the runway.

Joou's most notable costume consists of a white cold shoulder dress with diamonds sewn into it. The dress features slits that allow for easier movement. Her white boots are designer. Her costume also features different pieces of armor such as gauntlets, pauldrons, and more.

Irefumi Hitsugaya | Inkstain

Irefumi's costume sticks to their punk roots and is quite revealing in male hero outfit terms. It consists of a black jean vest with several different pins, spikes, and their hero symbol on the back (they'd go entirely shirtless if it weren't for the restrictions). The vest is always open for easy Quirk use. Furthermore, they also wear red plaid jeans and a pair of black combat boots. They also wear a red domino mask.

Shukara Inoue/Chuso Mejia | Chargeman

Shukara/Chuso has a flair for the dramatic, which is fitting considering he's also a well-known wrestler. His costume is a skintight royal blue catsuit with a deep V neck exposing his chest (boobs out city). The catsuit also features built-in gold shoulder and knee pads as well as fringes of the same color. His boots are the same royal blue color and has jewels in it.

Sorami/Oya Amarai | Stormchaser

Oya/Sorami's costume is simple with a weather reporter motif. Sorami/Oya wears a dark blue bodysuit with shorts, black boots, and clear raincoat. Around her waist is a stylish utility belt that she can also store her umbrella in.

Kagehiko Ankokugai | Hades

Kagehiko's costume is probably one of the most difficult to pinpoint but I'm gonna try my best. His costume consists of a black skintight spandex suit with a white skeletal design, tattered red waist cape with silver chain belts, and black boots. He also wears a dark red cape with skull shaped buttons.

Sakura Ankokugai | Persephone

Sakura's hero costume sticks to her nature theme and is made up of a green bodysuit with short shorts and a pink half skirt attached to it. The skirt is shaped like flower petals. Sakura's bodysuit has floral patterns on it. She wears a pair of brown boots with flowers on them.

Hibana/Donna Maikaru | Superstar

Donna/Hibana's costume definitely encapsulates her 70s theme with a silver 70s style halter top jumpsuit and disco ball patterned roller skates. The jumpsuit is holographic, infused with Superstar's DNA to enhance her Quirk in combat.

Akio/Alan Shingenchi | Demoman

Alan/Akio's costume remains pretty much the same as I had it with just a few minor changes. His costume is fairly simple as it looks like an armored construction worker's uniform. It consists of a sleeveless orange vest with white straps underneath a black shirt, baggy black pants, and orange boots with jackhammer heels on them. He also wears an orange hardhat with a black vizor for eye protection and several pieces of armor of the same color.

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Desert Banshee

Kingdom: Animalia

Phylum: Chordata

Class/Clade: Reptilia (Sauropsida)

Clade: Diapsida

Clade: Archosauria

Clade: Dinosauria

Clade: Saurischia

Clade: Eusaurischia

Clade: Theropoda

Clade: Neotheropoda

Superfamily: Coelophysoidea

Family: Coelophysidae

Subfamily: Allophysinae

Genus: Aravadromeus

Species: A. kakophonia (”dissonant runner of the Arava Desert”)

Ancestral species: Coelophysis bauri

Temporal range: late Pliocene to recent (3 mya - present)

Information:

While this creature superficially resembles an odd cross between a proceratosaurid and an ornithomimid, its origins actually lie far closer to the base of the theropod family tree: this odd creature is, in fact, a highly-derived coelophysid. Outside of its appearance, however, it has one notable difference: at some point within the last 30 million or so years, its lineage has made the switch from carnivory to herbivory. While the desert banshee feeds primarily on desert shrubs, fruits, leaves, and grasses, facultative carnivory has been observed: they are known to occasionally hunt and eat small birds, reptiles, and mammals, and females may do this leading up to when they lay their eggs. (But that’s a story for a little latter). As with many animals inhabiting the Arava Desert (though it also inhabits the grasslands and dry forests much further north in smaller densities and parts of the jungle to the east, though the latter may actually be a distinct but closely-related species), it is quite hardy, able to go long periods without food or water by storing fat in its tail.

In addition to their dietary switch, they have also developed unique behaviors to accommodate such changes: as the desert banshee is rather small, only around 8-9 feet in length, 3-4 feet at the hip, and around 70-80 lbs, it is a prime target for many desert predators, including the many species of carnivorous theropods and synapsids (including humans) who inhabit the region. As such, this animal is built for speed, being able to run up to 40 miles per hour in short bursts and preferring to flee from predators. However, if cornered or injured, it will not hesitate to put up a fight, making use of its two large ankle spurs to slash at its attackers. Additionally, it is nocturnal, preferring to travel at night to both avoid the scorching desert sun and to find new feeding grounds. While the obvious assumption would be that these animals would additionally flock together for protection, desert banshees deeply detest sharing space with congeners, and territorial confrontations can get bloody very quickly. However, it frequently travels with large flocks of ornithomimids for protection. The relationship this creature has with its larger distant cousins may be described as a form of commensalism: in exchange for protection, the desert banshee acts as a watchman of sorts to the ornithomimids, alerting the flock when predators are near with the deafeningly shrill, shrieking call that gave it its name. (Among its repertoire of other sounds are clucks and “drums” to communicate with its ornithomimid protectors long-distance and hissing when threatened or otherwise angered). In a rare example of non-primate social grooming, this creature will readily allow the ornithomimids it lives around to groom its feathers and remove parasites.

Just about the only time when these creatures will tolerate one another is when they are ready to mate: while these animals mate year-round, most mating occurs in late spring to early summer. With only slight sexual dimorphism, the males and females are not always easy to tell apart. Both have the same coloring: a white crest with black stripes, a white beak with black spots, creamy blue skin, dark blue spots on the wattle, grey feathers with black bands, and brown-to-black eyes. However, the female being able to distinguish herself by her warbling call which signals she is sexually receptive. Flashing his bright wattle, the male will flick his head up and down as part of a mating dance to get the female’s attention. If she accepts his display, the pair will walk side-by-side in synchronized movement, warbling and cooing while bobbing their heads up and down. After this display is over, the pair will mate and go separate ways. In the few weeks leading up to laying her clutch, the female may become facultatively carnivorous in order to obtain the calcium needed to produce her eggs. She will lay a clutch of 3-5 eggs in due time, and after a few weeks, they will hatch. However, she can retain the eggs inside her for an extended period of time until conditions are favorable or to synchronize the birth of her chicks with those of the ornithomimid flocks she follows. For the first 1.5 years of their life, the young are dependent on their mother as they reach near-adult age, at which point they are chased away and must find their own herd to follow. By 2.5 years, they will have reached sexual maturity and will be ready to mate, and if they can successfully avoid predators, they can expect to live 12-14 years in the wild and, if born in captivity, 20-30 years.

This species’ relationship with humans is one which is both riddled with mutualism and marred by tragedy: the desert banshee’s naturally social nature makes it exceptionally tame when raised in captivity, and some nomadic Lowland Xenogaean tribes keep them as their equivalent to sheepdogs. They are also known to be quite affectionate with their caretakers. Their ability to run fast in short bursts has also made them quite common as race animals which betters will gamble on. This species is also a frequent pest in the desert city of Tairokôna, where its habit of eating local crops and decorative plants have put it at odds with the city’s denizens. In addition to being used as a shepherd animal by Lowland Xenogaeans, they have also long been a source of food, with cut marks on fossil bones dated to around 50,000 years ago indicating that ancient humans in the area butchered and ate these animals. At one point, wild desert banshee numbers were driven so low due to pressures put on them by human hunters, that these animals experienced a bottleneck where smaller animals went on to breed and pass on their genes, meaning the modern population may be as much as 15% smaller than the Plio-Pleistocene variant of this species. Thankfully, its numbers have rebounded significantly in modern times, albeit they are still proportionally small and at risk of extinction in the wild, with only around 30,000 wild specimens across their entire range. At one point, this animal was also one of most trafficked and poached animals in the entire region, being hunted specifically for its bony crest in addition to its meat. Though its numbers rebounded significantly, there are a number of zoos and private collections across the world which still have illegally-bought desert banshees and their goods, particularly in the United Arab Emirates and Qatar. Even amongst Xenogaean aristocracy (Xenogaea being the larger of 1 of 2 nations inhabiting the archipelago), this animal is frequently seen as an exotic pet, and the King of Xenogaea, Tlahula I, has an entire stable of captive-bred desert banshees which have been selectively bred for several generations. Nowadays, most desert banshees killed for human consumption are captive-bred, with some debate over whether or not they may be undergoing domestication and if the captive-bred populations should be counted as a distinct species or subspecies from the wild one. However, the lack of morphological differences would seem to suggest that the captive-bred population are merely just that: captive-bred specimens of a wild species. Fossils of this species go back to at least the late Pliocene around 3 million years ago, though similar species are known from fossils in what is now the western grasslands as far back as the Eocene some 34 million years ago. Genetic divergence suggests it diverged from its closest living relatives over 150 million years ago, predating the split of most modern mammal lineages. 

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