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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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so excited for next raider joel i am literally foaming at the mouth

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2.2k / dark raider!joel x dark!f!reader x ofc

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“I’ll do it,” you say, unsure what that even means. Joel looks surprised and impressed. “You’ll do it, then,” he repeats quietly.

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WARNINGS: Striking through extra detailed spoilery warnings but wanna be thorough. These don't all happen to reader. Angst, jealousy, dark reader!, FFM threesome kind of, oral m & f receiving, spanking/pussy slapping, noncon gunplay/penetration, unsafe P in V sex (not btwn Joel and OFC), dubcon via captivity, degradation, cum eating, threat of/allusions to cheating kind of. joel makes reader noncon ofc, f on f oral PLUS stuff already in play like being chained up.

A/N: Ask 1, Ask 2. TBH I had trouble getting on board with the idea of adding another girl, but eventually a twisted version i could live with came together in my head. Still, I bet some people will not like it. Please don't read if you could be triggered or upset. 🧡 I did not describe the OFC, so please HC her however makes you happy.

When Joel gets back, his arms are the first thing you notice. He’s wearing a body holster with a pistol over his mesh tank top. The body holster makes his shoulder muscles look even more imposing. The second thing you notice is that he’s not alone. He’s dragging another girl by her elbow. She looks like she’s been crying, but she’s not now. She’s angry. Joel doesn’t look at you when he comes in. He slams the door behind him and hangs up his gun. He throws her down on the other bed, then cages her with his body. He holds her chin and and says, “Don’t fuckin’ move.” She spits in his face.

He takes a deep breath and cracks his neck without his hands. ”Been nothin’ but nice to ya,” he says. “That ends now.”

Shamefully, your first thought is, what does he mean by ‘nice to her’? Was he the same as he is with you? Did he save her from a worse fate? Did he stroke her cheek and tell her it was going to be alright? Did tell her he was going to take her with him, protect her from far worse men? How many times has he done this? You hate to think you might not be special.

Joel unbuttons his pants and looks at the girl menacingly. “Coulda made this enjoyable for ya,” he says regretfully. “Too bad.”

Your stomach turns and your heart pounds. Is this all because you kissed him? Is he punishing you for your affection? It’s not fair. He’s the one who kissed you first in the middle of the night. Your eyes sting with tears. You can’t sit here and let this happen.

“What are you doing?” you cry.

“What am I doing?” he laughs. He pauses without unzipping his pants. Finally, he looks at you as he palms himself. Your eyes follow his hand and you’re relieved to see he’s not fully hard yet.

“Don’t,” you plead. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He unzips his tight jeans and takes his semi-hard cock out. He asks you, “Where should I put it?” with his pelvis still pointed toward the other bed.

“Do you have to put it anywhere?” you whimper. The girl looks at you hopefully like you really have a say. Like you might be trying to help her.

“Do I have to,” he grumbles. You run through the options in your head. He could put it in her mouth, that’s not too bad. A mouth is just a mouth, right? There’s no way she would do a good job on purpose. But hopefully she wouldn’t bite him, either.

Joel approaches you and spits in his hand. As he begins to stroke himself with the spit, you say, “Let me.” He holds his cock for you and you try to suck him as good as you can, but he just wants the saliva. He won’t let you make him come. Your eyes well up.

“Shhhh,” he says and cups your cheek as he takes his cock away. He sighs, then nods back toward the rest of the stash house. “You think they want just any girl? They want what’s mine.” He glances over at the girl then back at you. He lowers his voice. “She could save your life.” As sweet as that is, it doesn’t make you feel much better about him putting his cock in another woman.

“Do you really have to?” you plead.

“Where do you want me to put it?” he asks again.

“In me,” you beg. He studies your face.

He looks up at the ceiling contemplatively. “Well either I’m doin’ it, or you’re doin’ it,” he offers.

“I’ll do it,” you say, unsure what that even means. You just know it has to be better than watching or hearing him fuck another girl. If you have to finger her or even give her head, so be it.

Joel looks surprised and impressed. “You’ll do it, then,” he repeats quietly. He unchains you from the radiator and takes the pistol out of his body holster. He holds it by the barrel and hands it to you.

Your face goes cold.

“No,” the girl whimpers, sitting in the corner of the cot with her knees hugged into her chest.

“You heard her,” Joel says. “She’s doin’ it. Right, sweet pea?”

Your hand shakes as you grip the gun. Joel motions for you to go to the other bed.

“You’re sick,” the girl whimpers at Joel. “Shoot him!” she demands of you. “What are you waiting for?? SHOOT HIM!”

Instead, you stand at the end of the cot. “Get back here,” you say weakly, gun still shaking in your hand. “And turn over.”

She shakes her head. You cock the gun.

“Damn,” Joel whispers. She still doesn’t move. She cries.

Joel loses patience and grabs her by the thighs, jerking her to the end of the bed. He pulls her dress up over her ass, clenches his jaw, and spanks her. Then he stands between you and the bed. He spits on his fingers and turns to face you. He keeps his knuckles facing you as he reaches back and slaps her pussy without looking at her. She yelps. He keeps his hand there and rubs her clit while he stares at you with his hard dick in his other hand.

“Go on,” he tells you. “You can do it, sweet pea.”

“You’re both sick,” she whimpers.

You steady the gun in both hands, avoiding the trigger, and bring the muzzle to her wet cunt. She shrieks at the cold ring of metal. Then you grab her hip for leverage and use your dominant hand to carefully push the barrel into her, gently maneuvering it so it doesn’t catch. She groans “No.”

Joel strokes your cheek and looks at you affectionately. Then he gets behind you, with both of you facing the bed. He puts his hands on your hips and presses his hard-on into your dress.

“Go on,” Joel urges and his cock hardens as he pushes it against you.

You begin to slide the gun in and out of her.

Joel brings his mouth to your head. “Good girl,” he whispers and puts his large hands on your hips. He raises your dress, exposing your ass. He pulls down your panties, then puts a hand on the small of your back. You spread your feet more, so relieved and grateful he’s not fucking the other girl. He flattens his fingers and rubs your clit until you’re wet enough. It doesn’t take long.

You’ve slowed down with the pistol, focusing more on the feeling of his hand between your legs. Joel pauses. “Don’t stop,” Joel cautions. “Or I’ll do it myself, and not with the gun.” You start again. He notches the head of his cock at your entrance and waits. You begin railing her steadily with the barrel of the gun. “Good, sweet pea,” he murmurs.

He pushes his tip inside you and you gasp at the stretch, temporarily pausing the rhythm of the gun. Then he puts one hand on your pelvis for leverage and holds a breast with the other. He slams his cock into you, jolting you up and forward, with the momentum slamming the gun harshly into her cunt. She whimpers.

“Sorry,” you whisper to her and try to steady your hand as Joel fucks you. But the last thing you would do is ask him to stop or ease up.

Joel drives his length into you steadily. Your face tenses and your temples feel weak. You’re still jealous and your mind drifts to whether he’s looking at you or the other girl. Or is he just watching you fuck her with his gun. You know he’s an awful man. Face it, it turns him on.

You put it out of your mind and focus on the feeling of being filled by him. His fingers pressing into your skin as his cock impales you, strong but gentle, like him. You can’t help but moan as he fills you up with his flesh. His cock completes you just right. You need him to be all yours.

He switches hands, using his other hand for leverage as he cups your opposite breast. He buries his mouth in your neck and that makes you feel better, your brow softens. He bites you and it feels close enough to a kiss that your heart swells. He sucks your skin, and he moans at the feeling of your nipple hardening into the palm of his hand. He massages your breast and you begin to twitch around his cock. He moans into your neck.

“Sweet pea,” he murmurs. “You feel so good.” Your heart flutters at his words and your lower abdomen buzzes with warmth. “Whore like that could never. No one else could.” With that validation, you fuck her harder with the gun. “That’s it, baby,” Joel whispers, slamming his cruel cock into you. “Just like that.” Your arm gets tired and you switch hands. It’s so tempting to put down the gun, but you don’t want to find out whether he’d really fuck her. You don’t want to disappoint him either, and you don’t want him to stop fucking you.

Joel’s hands slither around your body, and his cock pounds into you harder. “You’re doin’ great, pretty girl.” You feel yourself on the edge of climax. He slams into you with a grunt. “This pussy’s all mine,” he pants. “gonna stay that way.” You lean back into his chest and enjoy the feeling of his body wrapped around yours while you’re wrapped around his cock. He begins to stroke your clit and you moan. He breathes heavier and grunts with each thrust.

He pulls out before either of you come. You sigh at the loss but his fingers gather slick from your dripping cunt then return to your clit and he outdoes himself. He puts his mouth to your ear. “Go ‘head, baby,” and his low whisper makes you see stars.

You moan and tremble and fall into her, plunging the gun deeper.

“Pretty when ya come,” he murmurs and rubs your back while you finish. Then he grabs your ass affectionately and steps to your side; You flinch, your ass is even more sore today.

He slowly pumps his cock and kneels onto the cot with one knee. He takes your hand and makes you take the gun out. She collapses onto the dirty mattress.

“What’d I do wrong?” you ask him.

“You did great, sweet pea. You did perfect,” he says as he gets up on the cot and it creaks under his full weight.

She tries to squirm away and he stops her with a hand on her ass. He’s facing her side and looking at you as he pumps himself. He straddles one of her legs and you whimper. He points his cock at her pussy, then he looks at you again as he strokes himself and comes on her ass. It trickles down her crack to her cunt. You don’t want his cum between her legs, it tugs at your tear ducts, but you’re comforted by his eye contact with you when he came.

He gets off the cot, tucks his dick away, then comfortingly squeezes your shoulder and watches you watch his cum trickle down. “You want it so bad, take it,” he says. He crosses his arms and nods toward her.

It feels like a command. You reach out your hand.

“Nuh-uh. With your mouth, sweet pea.”

You obediently bend at the hips and lean over the cot. Joel pries her legs open for you. You plant your mouth between her legs and lick from her cunt, while trying to strain your eyes to meet Joel’s for approval. “Yeah, get it all, baby.” You drag your tongue up her crack.

You swallow it and he holds out his arms for you. He helps you down from the cot and takes you back over to yours. “You’re gonna stay here for a li’l bit, sweet pea. Keep her company.”

You sniffle. “Do I have to?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll come back for you later.” He kisses you on the head and makes sure you’re comfortable before he chains you back.

After Joel leaves, you and the other girl are both silent for a while. Then she tries to get through to you, tries to convince you that the two of you can outsmart him together. When pleading doesn’t work, she tries tough love. “I get it,” she says. “You think he cares about you. But he doesn’t. You think he’s faithful to you, just because he owns you.”

“He does care.”

“Well I don’t see your name on his chest. And his dick sure didn’t taste faithful today.”

Any sympathy you had for her evaporates with those words. Even if she’s lying, even if she’s trying to play you.

“Pathetic,” she scoffs. “You don’t even want to be free, do you?”

You’re silent for a minute, then get an idea. “You’re right, I don’t. But if you really want to, I can tell you how.”

You know the guard won’t stay at the door all night. You know the best time and route to get out of the house. If she gets away, good for her. If she gets caught by one of Joel’s men, oh well.

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angelwithdemonictendencies · 1 year

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don’t mind the snakes, they’re harmless unless provoked; i’ll try to believe you when you tell me you’re fine.

qh43 x reader: girl who wants, boy who wants to be wanted.

(warnings: filth (nothing as bad as the last one, wink), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), general feelings of anxiety and insecurity (ew, gross! this is where i draw the line. lol, right.), mention of injury, mirror bullshit (today we tackle the feminine relationship with her reflection!), general debauchery. please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

a/n: please be kind. i didn’t check for typos. this one is for my quinn girls and guys and such, how patient you have been. this also happens to be the most, hm, vulnerable? emotional? story yet. sorry to the porn lovers (i love you. i am you.) but this is actually fairly tame compared to my other shit. i mean, as tame as you can get when he forces you to look at yourself getting railed in the mirror. i think i invalidated my point. whatever. takeaways, takeaways. right - female desire is not a beast to be tamed, as much as we are told that. it is not a monstrous entity, it does not transform you into something vile. your desire makes you beautiful. your snakes make you fucking sick. sorry about all the classical imagery, i can’t help it, it makes me seem smarter. sorry i made this fictional qh43 a little sad, but i can do that, because he is fictional. anyways, gif is not mine. lovely people in my messages asking for auston - he’s up next, i promise, very soon. unfortunately, school has to come first. see you very soon. go canucks. love your snakes, today and always.

it had been a tough game. you knew that. he had played well, great, even, but the other team had been better. it was as simple as that. you knew quinn couldn’t win a game all on his own, but you also knew him - and how sometimes he had a hard time recognizing that.

regardless, it had been tough to watch. how he would slam the puck into the boards after the other team scored, the slight droop of his head as the clock refused to expire, the missed calls (most notably the high stick that resulted in some stitches during intermission). a tough game. your heart hurt thinking about how disappointed he must be.

anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you thought about what you could do to convince him that there was nothing he could do. unease seemed to seep through the floor, drip down the wallpaper as you waited for him to come home to you.

the tick of the clock took on a quiet hissing tone, might as well have been a bomb. it didn’t matter how many times it happened, how routine it all had become, it was just the kind of person you were. you felt things deeply, terribly, in every fiber of your being.

but, maybe to your surprise, when the door opened, the house did not explode. spontaneous fire did not consume everything you had built. every picture frame remained, exactly as you had left it.

you wrapped him in your arms before he even had a chance to drop his things on the floor. you felt one of his arms come to wrap around your waist as he shrugged his bag off of his shoulder.

“hey, doll,” he murmured into your hair, hooking his other arm around the back of your neck, his hand bracing your neck. you stood, together, for a moment, just breathing each other in. “you’re nervous,” he said into your neck, no judgement in his voice. just observation. just knowing.

you pulled away just slightly, avoided meeting his gaze head on. “’m not,” you tried, to which he slid one hand to your chin and forced your eyes to meet his, dismissing your lie with the slightest tilt of his head, thumb slowly drawing circles on your jaw.

“why?” he asked simply. as well as you knew him, sometimes you forgot just how well he knew you, too. that you weren’t in this alone. that maybe you didn’t have to trick someone into being with you, that maybe they just wanted to. you were still working on that. you took a breath, shifted your weight on your feet.

“just know you’re hard on yourself,” you admitted to him. “tell me what you’re thinking.”

he hummed, it rumbled from his chest into yours. you gasped as he pulled you flush against him. “can’t think,” he whispered, voice gravelly, “too distracted by how beautiful you look with my number on your back.”

you had forgotten that you were wearing one of his old jerseys. you felt his fingers running over the stitching through the fabric, leaving a breath of a touch on your back underneath. he leaned forward. “you wear this for me, doll?”

your breath was shaky as worry melted away into something else, something much more dangerous, something much more vulnerable. you bit your lip, rested both of your hands on the soft plane of his chest, nodded.

“yeah?” his gaze sunk to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. “so good, doll, ‘m so lucky.” something flared up inside of you, some kind of warning that you tried to push aside.

“please, can i have a kiss?” you practically whispered, pressed your palms harder into his chest. his lips quirked in a slight smile for what felt like the first time that night before he guided your lips to his, still grasping your jaw in his hand.

your chest fluttered in a beautiful sigh, pushing you deeper into the kiss like an encouraging breeze. you felt a prickling sensation fizz around your arms as the wanting welled up inside of you. that’s what it was. the wanting.

his broad hand tangled itself in your hair. you brought your hand up to the side of his face, noticed immediately how he winced, only barely, but enough that you pulled away, willed the wanting to secede, searched his expression as you both observed the other, not touching.

you fixed your gaze on the new stitches on his chin. under your deep observation, he shoved his hands in his pockets. was that embarrassment?

“tell me,” you said softly.

he sighed, silent for a couple beats. “just tired,” he exhaled. “tired of trying so hard just to have everyone take, and take, and take.”

you slotted your own hands in his pockets, too, held onto his fingers, leaned forward into him again. “i don’t want to take from you,” you told him. “i never want to hurt you.” but you wanted him, so deeply and so horridly.

he actually laughed, gave you a smile with teeth. “you, doll? you couldn’t.”

you squeezed his hands. “promise me. promise me you’d tell me if you were hurting.”

he squeezed you back, visibly lighter, face no longer shadowed with concern. “i promise.” he leaned down to your ear. “how could i be hurting with you, here, like this for me?”

you shivered, felt the familiar fear of the want. “like what?”

“mine, doll. all mine.” his grip moved to your wrist. “gonna show me what no one can take from me?”

at your whimper, he whisked you into the bedroom, settled you both on the bed in an air of feverish possession. he pulled you in for another kiss, this time with a wince that he moaned at. you rolled your hips slowly on his lap, felt the slight scratch of his stitches on your chin. you imagined your beast swallowing his pain whole, gulping it down and down until he couldn’t remember it was ever there.

“can feel how wet you are, doll,” he said, pulling away just slightly. “tell me what you want.”

everything you wanted hissed through your mind. you scrunched your eyes shut. surely he could see all your scales now. surely, maybe, it would be fine. “just want to be good for you, quinn,” you confessed to him and some unnamed deity, “just want to feel you inside me.”

he held the side of your face in his hand, tapped one of your eyelids with his thumb. “open.”

you did as told. “don’t hide from me,” he said, little more than a plea. “i’ll never get enough of you wanting me.” you melted as he flipped you around, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips raised up to him. you felt his fingers trace the outline of the number on your back, again, something like a prayer. “never get tired of giving you what you want.” you bit your lip, muffled your moan.

he ran two fingers through your folds, groaned. “too good to me,” he murmured. you heard the rustling of clothes pulled down, aside, the sound of him spitting into his hand before he pumped himself twice, three times. you shifted your hips back, urged him to finally indulge you.

“please, quinn.”

he placed a warm hand on your hip and squeezed. “such good manners, doll,” he praised. then, at last, he pushed himself into you entirely. your back arched, hips tilted up at the fullness you felt. you gathered fistfuls of the sheets in your fists as tension pooled in your lower stomach.

your mouth fell open. “so deep,” you choked out. “feels so good-”

he slowly began to move in and out of you, grip tightening on the soft flesh of your hip, groaned deeply. “this what you wanted, doll?” he bit out. “feel so perfect for me.” his struggle of an inhale and exhale was something of your dreams. “look so beautiful like this.” you pushed your hips back against him, meeting him halfway each time. he picked up the pace, moved the hand on your hip down to your clit, rubbed you perfectly.

time evaporated, but at some point, he grunted. “oh, doll, look,” he rasped. “look at how good you’re being for me.” he tangled his free hand in the hair at the base of your head, pulled you back towards him, forced your gaze up.

you must have left your closet door open, because you found yourself looking into your mirror. you immediately screwed your eyes shut, as if eye contact would turn you both to stone.

he thrusted harder, rubbed you faster, relished in the way you cried out. “open your eyes, doll, look at me,” he willed, roughly, “look at who’s fucking you so good, yeah?” he pulled your hair just a bit harder. you moaned. maybe the force would strangle the snakes. “look,” he ordered.

you did, couldn’t help it, finally opened your eyes and met your own gaze in the mirror, found your head devoid of snakes and your face completely human, maybe even divine - the flush in your cheeks, the swell of your lips. the want was no beast.

even more, you saw him, wanting. the heat in his eyes, the clench of his jaw, the glisten of effort sparkling on his cheekbones, the flex of his stomach and chest as you squeezed him tighter. you couldn’t peel your eyes away.

“oh, doll likes that, hm?” he groaned, “squeeze me so perfect.” you moaned in affirmation. “like to watch me, yeah?”

you nodded, hummed, so, so close. “gonna cum,” you warned, “so close.”

“yeah?” he breathed. “just tell me, doll. tell me what i already know, then i’ll let you cum.”

you whimpered as he rubbed your clit with the heel of his rough palm, clutched at your hair, hips sputtering. you wished you could somehow freeze this image into the mirror forever, to see over and over again. “’m yours, quinn,” you whined, “only yours, always. no one else.”

“know you are, doll,” he groaned. “cum with me.” and with an especially hard thrust, you both reached a high, your chest falling forward onto the bed, clenching around him, him flooding into you with a grunt.

there were no scales, no snakes, the want simply wrapping around you both pleasantly. coexisting with the want. your chests heaved, he pulled you into him, arms firm around you. you rested your head in the pocket between his neck and shoulder. you both rested in a mirroring pocket of blissful silence for many beautiful moments.

“i’ll never be disappointed when i come home,” he eventually muttered into your hair, “as long as i’m coming home to you, doll. to you wanting me.”

you kissed his collarbone. and of course that was enough. of course to want him forever was enough.

fin.

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waddingham · 8 months

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was looking at some very old posts of mine and i just. when i finished s2 of ted lasso i was certain that a) ted would be going back to kansas and that b) ted and rebecca would not end up together on our screens. and i didn't have a problem with either of those things bc i was certain they'd be done with the same thoughtfulness that was present in s1 and most of s2. and i ended up being right about both things but so totally wrong about the execution of both??? yeah okay i hear you there was a three season arc, there was a plan, but wrt s3 you cannot convince me that plan consisted of anything that happened outside of "ted goes home". and even that decision felt shoved to the wayside.

i was dead certain that teds decision to go back was going to be informed by a deep exploration of ted and his past and his trauma and how the loss of his dad affects his own sense of fatherhood, that it was going to be ted's season entirely and would be as heart wrenching and uplifting as the rest of his story — so much so that by the time he decided he needed to go back, that we'd all be so on board. we'd all feel "oh of course he has to go back, look how much henry needs him and how much ted needs henry, how deep his fear of not being there for his son goes". why didn't we get that why did ted feel like a supporting character in his own show in his own SEASON why didn't the deeply traumatic event that informs almost all of ted as a character ever come up when it's so relevant to all of this why!!!! i need a 30 page essay from each of the ted lasso writers and a week long conference with js to explain it to me like im 5!!!!! am I stupid!!!

right anyway

when it comes to ted and rebecca i have less gripes but still am so baffled at the number of parallels drawn and connections made and support given to say "yes they're kind of intrinsically tied" for ZERO acknowledgement of it? which brings me back to the first point because that journey for ted could've leant itself so nicely to rebecca returning the kind of support to ted that he gave her? which in turn could've added a lovely extra layer to rebecca's story by seeing her find additional comfort and confidence in her own ability to support someone else and give love? it all could've woven together so neatly?? like??? am i stupid????? whether they ever hit the romance threshold or not (setting aside the fact of just how many and how often they tried to invoke rom coms but went "oh ew romance? no" when given a perfect opportunity to say something timeless but refreshing about second chance loves) continuing to see them grow together the way they had already accentuated through the whole rest of the show would've been more than enough for me personally. even if there was a heartbreaking parting it would've felt......earned? it would've felt right? just as fair to the viewer after absorbing all these things as it was to the story?

anyway......i feel like I'm missing something every time I think about it

#'get over it' you say. but i simply cant. the opportunities missed haunt me.#my thoughts have been tumbling my brain smooth so they have to be out. sorry #ted lasso negative perhaps ?#also like. i didnt want to get into it too but the way they did roy and jamie will never leave my brain like.#they said 'men cant unlearn misogyny' with their whole chest huh? thats the note they wanted to leave us on?

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idoodlestuffsometimes · 1 year

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Brother's Keeper AU:

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: How did Caleb live so long? How can he still be here after 400 years?

A: Belos wanted him to stick around and so he made it happen. As for specifics: *shrugs* your guess is as good as mine! This is something I've preferred to leave up to the readers. I will simply confirm that he isn't hiding any goop powers or OP palisman-given magical abilities. He is, for all intents and purposes, a regular human who is somehow really, really old.

Q: If Caleb is still alive, where did Hunter come from?

A: The full story here hasn't been told yet, but you may notice Caleb is missing quite a few bones...

Q: Caleb's ears are pointed! Did Belos cut them??

A: Correct

Q: Does Caleb know about the Collector/the basilisks/Belos' plans?

A: Probably! He's been Belos' sounding board for 400 years. Access to things that could "further corrupt him" or provide him a tool for escape, however, are off limits, so there are many things, like the Collector, that he's heard about but never seen for himself.

Q: Where's Flapjack/Amity/Darius/etc?

A: This is basically a canon divergence. If you haven't seen a particular character, it's safe to assume for now that they're up to whatever they were doing in canon.

Q: I don't get it. Why is Caleb insane?

A: I suggest you reread the first few story posts, my friend! You have fallen for Belos' lies.

Q: Do you have a posting schedule? When will the next part come out?

A: There is no posting schedule. I draw (mostly but not always) traditionally in my free time, for the fun of telling a cool story, and some posts are longer than others. That means the timing of the next post depends on how long it is, how much time I have, and whether or not I'm at home with access to my scanner. Sometimes this means I post quickly. Sometimes it means you'll see me next month. Sorry about that.

Just know that if I know there's going to be an extended wait, especially one where I'm not actively working on the next drawing, I will make an announcement about it. If you haven't seen an update in a while but I also haven't said anything, it's almost definitely because I'm actively chipping away at a part of the story that's taking me longer.

Q: Why do some of the story posts have a letter after the number? Are these less important than the regular story posts? Can I skip them?

A: No, I Do Not Recommend skipping them! They are just as important as the others. They have a letter on the end because they were added later and I use letters as a way to avoid renumbering everything. If you see story posts labeled something like "3, 3A, 4", they are meant to be read the same as you would if they were "3, 4, 5".

Q: Can I make art/fic/cosplay of this au?

A: Knock yourself out! If you post it somewhere, please include credit, but otherwise I don't mind, and actually love seeing what you do with it! If it's NSFW though, please keep it in appropriate spaces with proper warnings.

Q: Wait there's fic/fanart?? Can I see?

A: If you look through the tag on my blog "BK fridge gallery" you can browse any content shared with me that I've reblogged. :) People are free not to share it with me too though, and there are some I don't reblog, especially if its gorey or suggestive, so you might be able to find a bit more elsewhere under the Brother's Keeper AU name if you look for it.

You may also notice I have a featured tag called "BK Soundtrack." That's for songs that people have suggested to go with the AU. You are welcome to browse or suggest songs of your own ;)

Q: :( I sent an ask but you didn't answer. Did you get it?

A: Probably, yes. Sometimes it takes me a few days to get to it. However, if it was theorizing about future plot points, I may actually be holding onto it with plans to answer at a more appropriate time. I like to keep many of my plans for the story close to the chest, so don't be surprised if your theory ask disappears only to show up many months later when the story has progressed to a point where I can give you a more in depth answer.

#Brother's Keeper AU #doodletext #putting this together for the repeat questions! Will add to the master post later.

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A Brief Refresher on the Sam Bucket Saga and the Egg

It’s been a while since the first two streams in the Sam Bucket trilogy, and people who have fallen out of keeping up with the Dream SMP in the past month or two might be wondering...

Who the hell is Sam Bucket and why is his lore significant?

What’s the red portal?

Is the Egg really a thing again?

Why is Foolish involved?

Well, here’s a brief recap in case you want to watch the finale but don’t want to watch everything else first!

This trilogy is a little unique in terms of DSMP lore, as it is not chronologically aligned with actual real life time, but instead has two streams take place moments after another, with implications that time is frozen in-universe outside of the character’s POV for the duration of the stream.

Sam Bucket started off, like many others, as a joke character, so I won’t go through the entire backstory of his first appearances pranking Bad.

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Lore Vods

(Not including previous appearances of Sam Bucket before these)

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MARCH 29, 2022: WHO IS SAM BUCKET? (Bad’s POV)

APRIL 20, 2022: JUST WHO IS SAM BUCKET? (Awesamdude’s POV)

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So...Who is Sam Bucket?

Sam Bucket is identical to regular Sam and Sam Nook. Unlike Sam Nook, he does not seem to be a robot. He is characterized by saying only his own name in various tones, and constantly carrying buckets.

Sam Nook, the robot, knows of Sam Bucket’s existence. In fact, in a conversation with Foolish, Sam Nook seems to be concerned about him, considering Sam Bucket a dangerous entity.

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TIME FREEZE 1: THE FOREST FOUNTAIN

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Bad was at his mansion one day telling Sam about Sam Bucket. Sam, of course, doesn’t believe Bad and thinks he’s been drinking. Sam leaves Bad at the mansion.

Bad goes to try and find Foolish in the desert, but, instead of Foolish, Sam Bucket is at Foolish’s home looking through Foolish’s belongings. After Bad gives him some buckets, Sam Bucket leaves. Bad follows him in secret to a forest just outside of Las Nevadas. The sky goes black and a path of soul torches, strewn with Wither skulls, leads into the woods.

In the woods, Bad finds Sam Bucket at a fountain of water surrounded by pillars of stone with buckets hung on them. On two of the pillars are names written in red: one, Bad’s now has a filled bucket. The other, empty, is Foolish’s.

Bad trips and is noticed by Sam Bucket. Sam Bucket chases Bad all the way back to the mansion, until Bad turns behind him to see Sam Bucket. The screen cuts to black.

When Bad comes out of the mansion, the sky is bright again and Sam is there. The two of them had just spoken a few minutes ago. Bad tries to show Sam the fountain in the forest, but, of course, it is gone.

The two go walking down the Prime Path back, and Bad asks Sam who Sam Bucket is. Sam says there is no one named Sam Bucket.

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TIME FREEZE 2: THE UNDERGROUND TUNNELS

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Taking place moments after the first stream ends, the second is from Sam’s POV. After leading Bad home, Sam parts ways with him, suspecting the Egg might be at fault. Sam goes to the Egg Room to inspect it.

In the back rooms behind the Egg, Sam finds a new tunnel, this one leading to a maze of underground chambers splattered with murals of the Egg and strange writings on the walls. Inside the chests, Sam finds journal entries:

Sam Bucket was going mining in a ravine one day when he came across some of the Egg’s infamous Blood Vines. The source, he found, was buried, but as he got closer and closer he began to hear voices. As he continued to dig, he eventually found the source of the Vines: The Egg.

He was eager to show everyone his discovery. Once he did, though, some were not so on board as the Vines began to spread to the surface. The Egg knew how to take care of this situation, and gave Sam Bucket a plan to take care of the troublemakers once and for all...

Like Bad did, Sam Bucket was affected by the Egg’s promises, dragged into helping it grow. There were people, friends of Sam Bucket, who didn’t like the Vines who had to be dealt with. It is uncertain what happened to them.

Sam Bucket had dug tunnels underground to help the Vines grow. The first one, he wrote, would be “under his house” (who exactly is unknown).

In the chambers, Awesam finds a similar pillar circle to the one Bad found. Past a Blood Vine he finds Sam Bucket standing before what looks like a bright, red, glowing portal.

It is at that point that Sam Bucket notices Sam and gives chase, sending Sam running all the way back to the surface by Bad’s mansion.

Bad had only just been talking to Sam a few minutes ago! But Sam explains what happened.

The two decide that, together, they must go down to the underground once more to find out what’s going on.

And if they do, they must be prepared to destroy the Egg.

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So...who is Sam Bucket?

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Sam Bucket appears to be a man who discovered the Egg long before Bad did, judging by his mention of friends (as people on the Dream SMP currently don’t seem to know Sam Bucket). He went down a similar path to Bad and likely pulled some sort of Red Banquet-esque stunt to deal with the people who didn’t like the Egg.

One way or another, by the time Bad found the Egg, it had been buried again, and Sam Bucket’s friends are nowhere to be seen.

For some reason, Sam Bucket seems to have a fixation not only on Bad but also Foolish, going to Foolish’s home and aiming to get a bucket of water from him. The water is a recurring theme here, and those who watched the Egg Arc might remember how holy water from the fountain of Church Prime played a large role.

Bad was certainly a leader of the Egg’s resurgence, but why Foolish? Well, Foolish’s first life was fed to the Egg, and in order to purify the Egg’s voice from his head he had to submerge himself in the holy fountain. The Egg may still be after him, or even lying in wait in his own head.

Another point of interest is the red portal. What does this portal lead to? It’s not a Nether portal like the one to Ohio, nor does it likely lead to Utah.

Could it be a different dimension ruled by the Egg? A teleport to an important location on the server? A doorway to Texas? Who knows.

The Finale will give us the answers!

#dream smp #dreamsmp #badboyhalo #awesamdude #dsmp #long post #dream smp recaps

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 2, 2018 san diego, california calum

I feel bad for my Uber driver. He’s got some blubbering man crying in his backseat at 7 am on a Tuesday. When he drops me off at the hotel, I tell him thank you through quiet sobs, and I make sure to tip him incredibly well on the app. He didn’t ask any questions, although I’m sure he had plenty.

I don’t know why I choose Emelia over any of my friends to go to, but I do. I bang on the door to her hotel room until she annoyedly swings it open, her eyes flooded with concern. I don’t wait for her to hug me, instead I just clumsily throw my body against hers and start crying.

I’ve cried more in the past two days than I have in the past five years.

“What’s going on?” She asks, her voice just barely louder than a whisper.

“She broke up with me.” Even though they’re true, the words sound like a lie. I don’t even know if Emelia will believe me.

“You’re shitting me,” is how she responds, and I just cry, confirming the truth without words.

She lets me cry for a few minutes while she processes what I said.

“Cal, I swear, I had no idea that she would do that. I’m sorry.”

I just keep crying.

“Here, come in,” Em says. She opens her hotel room door wider and steps in, pulling me with her. I let her guide me to her bed and she pushes me down by the shoulders to sit. “I’m gonna go get the boys, okay?”

I want to yell after her not to bring Ashton, but I can’t make myself say the words. I hear her banging on doors and then whispering in the hallway, and before I know it, my bandmates and their girlfriends are all streaming into the room. Everyone looks floored and they look at me with immense pity. I hate it.

They all just stare, but KayKay is the first one to break out of the pack, coming over and sitting next to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I let my emotions go again, letting the sadness ooze out of me in hot tears that undoubtedly fall onto Kay’s sweatshirt. She doesn’t say anything, but she just holds me as I cry.

The room feels deafeningly silent aside from my cries.

I want to be mad again. I want to yell at them all for letting this happen. How could none of us have known? How could none of us have sensed this all happening? I know Orion is to blame for keeping secrets, but Ashton is who I blame overall. He knew. He knew and he didn’t tell me. He’s my best friend. He should have told me.

Even though I want to be mad, all I can feel is the sheer heartbreak. The love of my life… isn’t even mine anymore. She doesn’t want to be mine. I never thought this day would come. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to get married. I figured I’d propose in a year or so, and then once she was out of law school, we would get married.

We’d elope, probably in Spain, but then we’d have an Australian reception and an American one, both still small small, with professional photographers to capture every single second of the elopement and the parties. We’d take pictures in Retiro and celebrate at Space Monkey. We’d watch the sun rise from the park, just the two of us, on our first morning as husband and wife.

Orion and I had talked about all of it. She’d shown me a Pinterest board of engagement rings she’d like.

We had plans to buy a house on the beach in a few years, once we didn’t need to be close to any college campuses. We wanted to get another dog, and maybe even a few cats. We didn’t want kids, but we did want to rescue as many animals as we had the time, space, and money for.

None of it matters now. She doesn’t even want to be my girlfriend anymore.

I never thought there’d be a world without Orion being mine, and here I am, living in that very world. She won’t even be in the world at all once she inevitably dies.

“Cal? Are you okay?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality, and then I realize that I’ve temporarily stopped crying.

“I don’t even know.”

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5SOS Cancel San Diego Concert!

Everyone’s favorite Aussie band was slated to perform in San Diego tonight as part of their Meet You There world tour, but the band has canceled the show without much explanation, citing a ‘family emergency.’ This is the message they posted to Twitter just a few moments ago.

“San Diego, we’re so sorry to say we won’t be performing tonight. We’ve had a family emergency come up. We promise to come back very soon and we apologize for the inconvenience.

We love you! Xx -Ash, Luke, Mike, and Cal”

Fans are immediately speculating after images were posted of bassist Calum Hood at the beach having an emotional breakdown yesterday afternoon, only to be followed by images of Hood’s long term girlfriend, Orion Moss, doing the same thing at a different beach. Allegedly, Moss was approached by police before fleeing the scene.

Whatever is going on, to say that fans are concerned would be an understatement.

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#5sos #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #michael clifford #ashton irwin #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc

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edvinroyals · 1 year

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Which is your favourite young royal fanfiction?

Mine is Honey and Lemon by Skamownsme4ever

Others are - bet you you'll go far, like he hung the moon and the stars, not it it's you, there all along, call me up late

Pretty much fics which make me smile non-stop cause they are so fluffy!!

Hey! I'm so happy to get another Fanfic ask!!!

I also really love Honey and Lemon, Bet You You'll Go Far, Not If It's You, There All Along and Call Me Up Late I haven't read Like He Hung The Moon and The Stars but I have added it to my list!

I am currently putting together a post of my favourite fic's from 2022 so thought I would offer you some of my favourites that fit the fluffy vibe you love here!

Bloom Where You Are Planted - By cloudymilk

Don't want to talk about how many times ao3 tells me I have read this one.

Hi Wille, I hope you’re doing well!

I hope you don’t mind but I saw sometimes you give plant advice and I think I might have killed mine

- OR -

Wille is a plant boy, Simon has a black thumb. They both run semi-popular Instas.

The Boy and the Bartender - By Spidaya

Simon is a bartender at a local bar with a sunny smile and confident attitude that hide the darker side of his life he wishes to keep hidden. Wilhelm, the prince of Sweden, is a lonely boy with too much love to give and not getting much love in return.

After they meet at a bar in not the most Prince-Charming way, their hearts are forever intertwined with each other, but not before going through the hurt, trials, and love that come with both of their lives.

Play My Song - By Elin98

It is 12.15 am and you’re listening to Late night Vibes with Simon on The Vibe FM, 104.6. I’m your host Simon Eriksson and I will be here with you all night. So for all you night owls, insomniacs, night shift workers, let me keep you company. I promise to only play good music and that we’ll have a good time.

Wille wishes he could sleep, would give just about anything to end the sleepless nights, escape the racing thoughts that have taken over his tired mind. By accident he stumbles upon a late night radio show one night and suddenly finds himself longing for the company of a boy he's never met.

On-Campus - By spa_ghetto

At the beginning of the spring term Simon and Sara receive a letter from Hillerska, offering a room and board scholarship. Sara is ecstatic. Simon can't help feeling like he's being led straight to his death. Now they're here, non-residents upgraded to residents. When his mom asks how things are going, he lies and says they're great, and no, he's definitely not bothered by the Crown Prince of Sweden living three doors down. He's over it. All of it. Really.

It's not that Wilhelm doesn't want Simon on campus, but—well, okay, it is exactly that, actually. Despite wherever their relationship is now, he's sure they can agree on one thing: Simon shouldn't be on campus, for one reason or another. So, why is he? What happened between last semester and this one? Wilhelm is a full-time student, part-time crown prince. He barely has time to sleep, let alone figure out the new Simon Situation (though, let's be real. It's all the same Situation), but between Simon nearly getting suspended and August having secret conversations in the hall, he can't help but get involved.

He can surely get to the bottom of this; he knows Simon like the back of his hand.

At least… he thinks he does.

Can I Take Your Order? - By littlefandom

“Okay,” the boy retorts, still eyeing him a bit curiously “can I take your order then, Wille?”

Wilhelm feels the blush on his cheeks deepen upon hearing his name on the boy’s lips. He can’t seem to find his voice again, his mind going blank. Felice did him what she wanted to order, right?

The waiter must have noticed he’s struggling but he only smiles a little, almost like he’s holding back a chuckle. Which does not help Wilhelm, because if his neutral, slightly tired expression was attractive before, now he’s just… wow, Wille’s brain shuts down again."

Wilhelm and Simon meet at the pizzeria in Bjärstad.

Arrhythmia - By pysanky

“Do you have the patient file for 223?”

Simon rifled through his papers and found it, extending the file out toward Wilhelm, who took it but remained there, lingering. Madison and Simon both looked at him, waiting.

Wilhelm cleared his throat again, opening his mouth and closing it before opening it again, but then someone was calling for him and he was gone, shoes squeaking against the linoleum. Simon sighed when he looked around the edge of the station and realized that the other was wearing Crocs.

(or: in which Simon and Wilhelm work together as medical residents at the same hospital)

That's What I Really Want - By yr_bb

“How do you want to do this?” Simon asked. “I know you need someone to go to this fundraiser... I need someone to come with me to my parents’ anniversary party... I’d like to propose that we pretend that this—” Wilhelm gestured between them, “is a thing until at least then.” They sipped their coffees in silence for a moment. Simon hoped he was imagining the tension.

Inspired by 'Boyfriend Material' by Alexis Hall, with characters from Young Royals. A classic slow burn fake boyfriends story with plenty of soft boys, angst and fluff.

I Never Knew Myself WIP - By demeterfics

Alex meets Wilhelm at a coffee shop in London, Alex inserts himself into Wille's life. Three years later, they're best friends living in a shared flat. Alex goes through some shit, Wille goes through some shit. Alex meets Henry when the weather causes him to find refuge.

Simon and his family moved to London and he doesn't exactly like it, but he finds himself a little corner of the city where he can be a barista and his sister, Sara works at a flower shop owned by Henry.

Rush Hour - By yr_bb

“This is going to sound so weird, and I swear I’m not stalking you or anything, but could I get your number?” Simon typed, then smirked, passing him back the phone. Wille’s face lit up. “Train Boy and a purple heart?” “Text me when we have signal, OK?”

What happens when you bump into a cute stranger on a busy train? Pure unadulterated fluff, that's what!

You're The Cats Meow - By melsj98

Meet Simon. Simon, who is an animal-lover. Simon who works at his local shelter with his best friends Ayub and Rosh. Simon who loves what he does and takes pride in making the shelter a safe space. Simon, who wants to take care of his family while also juggling college classes, his job at the shelter, and his tentative music career. Simon who can’t afford any distractions right now and definitely is not looking for a relationship after his last few disastrous attempts.

Enter Wille. Wille who just wants to get through college without too many problems, Wille who only really has three true friends in his life, Erik, Felice and Maddie, anyone else who says otherwise is lying. Wille who got into a minor fight, the details of why aren’t important. Wille who has a semi famous family and whose face is now plastered across magazines labeling him as “jealous” and “violent” and “attention-seeking” and all these other labels that don’t represent him at all. Wille whose mother sends him to work at an animal shelter to “clean up his image”. Wille whose life begins to change the second his eyes fall on Simon.

I'm Carrying Your Love With Me. - By Edvinroyals

This is mine so I feel like I should't add it but I am going to anyway.

Simon and Wilhelm coming back together, both knowing what they deserve.

aka : me unable to get that photo of Omar and Edvin in the jumpers out of my head because the Simon and Wilhelm engagement photo vibes were just 10/10 and my brain had to write it down.

#anon #fanfic #yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #young royals fan fic #fic rec #fic recs #young royals #young royals netflix #young royals fic recs

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My lonely little world

Lol fanfiction! Kinda a vent fic of mine and Damien is a bit of a self insert but just a silly lil guy

Don't expect a shit ton of updates bc I kinda just randomly came up with this idea on my own on my way home :p

I've never written fanfiction before so it honestly might be very obvious

Anyways, this fic takes place in 2008 and pip is 14. He ran away from the orphanage when he was 9. Damien is still in hell, however pip talks to him through an ouija board (this was inspired from a fic on ao3 where the same thing happened by emibug called solace and it hasn't been updated since 2021 come back plz pookie). Damien is a mallgoth. Pip has anxiety, he's not good in social situations. Idk how to do this help. If this is interesting someone who's good at writing fanfiction plz give me tips. I ramble a lot I just write what comes to my mind. This might be edited a lot.

Pip pov

It was a fairly warm and sunny day in the small town of south park. Pip had just gotten home from his job at the little bookstore up the street, relieved to finally be in his quiet little home off the backstreets of the town; a place where most of the misfit's resided. A place for pip and his lonely little world. He didn't have many friends, the few ones he did had either moved away when they were children or were always off with other people themselves. pip was the lowest of the low when it came to popularity the only other people who knew him were the ones he hated most. The ones who hurt him most and the only people who ever paid attention to him. He never tried to make friends though he was polite, always flashing smiles or giving tiny waves. He always stayed to himself, never wanting to bother anyone. He enjoyed it he enjoyed the quietness when he got home the quietness of the bookstore the quietness of school, but in all honesty it made pip lonely. All pip could wish for was for someone to pay attention to him, for someone to acknowledge him without it ending in him getting beat. Is that too much to ask for?

As pip made his way to his bedroom he began to remember his past friends. Gregory, Christophe, and this one other boy he couldn't quite put his finger on, when they hung out he'd always ramble about the music he loved and how cool some of the middle schoolers looked and how he wanted to look like them. A few times he'd pick on pip but never to the extent the others did. Was it Danni? Daron? He couldn't remember but he did know it started with a D. He opened his room door and plopped on his bed not bothering to even shower or change, it was a long day.

7 am

It was the early morning, the sun shined through onto pips face as he fluttered his green eyes open. Slowly making his way to the bathroom he saw something mysterious out of the corner of his eye, a black shadow ran past as the hall got cold. Pip stood stunned for a minute before mustering up the courage to speak a timid 'he-hello?'....no awnser. Instead of standing and wondering about the strange shadow he brushed it off and went on with his day. No entity was gonna ruin his lovely quiet life he worked so hard to achieve, where he could hide away from the scums of the earth , where no one could hurt him, where he didn't have to talk to anyone apart from work and school. His apartment was his hide away from the disappointed stares and judging faces of strangers on the street. Studying his face for what was wrong with him.

'ring ring'

Pip walked into the quiet bookstore, the smell of paper stinging through his nose. Walking into the backroom he saw a mysterious boy, he had black hair and red almost fire like eyes. He looked right into pips eyes and smirked before he disappeared. Then it hit pip, that boys name. Damien.

#south park #pip pirrup #damien thorn #damien x pip #fanfiction

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 40 (part two)

Author’s note: TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of eating disorder, suicidal ideations, animal cruelty and sexual assault.

Forgive me for any typos. I am really tired!

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Chapter 40

The writing on the wall (part two)

“When we graduated from the Academy,” Annabel continued her story, “Effie was dead-set on becoming a licensed architect. For years, that’s all she ever talked about. But her father contacted my father. Asked if he could pull a few strings. Recommend his daughter for an escort position. An outline district would be absolutely fine. And then they gave her the good news like a sort of … early birthday present. One she could not return without breaking their hearts.

I had no idea what I wanted. Most of the time I just longed back to our Academy days. Those years remain some of the happiest of my life. Before I met June. It was Effie and I against the world. I even got smitten for the first time. A girl in our year with wild, curly, jet black hair. And the school, while strict, was also my ticket out of Cordelia’s little kingdom, or so I thought.

All the Snow children were homeschooled. Like most of the prominent ultra-rich families. Especially the daughters, destined for marriage rather than higher studies. But my father was adamant. His girls wouldn’t sit and wait until someone proposed. We would get a proper, thorough tuition first and embark on a fine career of some sort. So, first the Academy – then the University, just like he once did.

Pallas and Apollo’s Academy were boarding schools back then. ‘Give them to us young and they are ours forever’ was the motto. So even though I’d still see Cordelia during each Games, I’d only ever leave the school’s stone walls for the occasional holiday. With me tucked away, I thought, some other girl would take my place and I’d fade from Cordelia’s memory.

After graduation I moved back home again. All of us children were expected to stay at the Flickermansion until we were properly married off.

Father was present and he wasn’t. He outsourced everything. Nannies to dress us, chefs to feed us, housekeepers to clean up our mess. I think I joined The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble – father’s house band, playing the trumpet because then at least I’d see him and not through a television screen.

He wasn’t a bad father. He loved us deeply. He just didn’t really have time to have five daughters. Especially after mother died. I believe he always tried to do what was best for us. But how can you really know what that is when you hardly ever see each other? Especially in a society that teaches you to push down every bad feeling that arises.

I had been home for just a couple of weeks when father summoned me to his office. Said he had some great news. I was betrothed.

‘Clearly you’ve made a good impression’, he said. ‘Cordelia asked for you herself. Her parents have blessed it. A fall wedding. How would you like that?”

I always knew I’d be married off eventually. To the daughter of a coal mining tycoon or maybe an award-winning up-and-coming director like Cressida. A match viewed as mutually beneficial for both families. But unlike many parents in the Capitol my father, our father, promised the five of us that we’d all have a say in who we got engaged to. He’d never sentence us to a forced marriage.

But in these matters he had no choice. And we both knew it. You didn’t say no to Snow.

‘This is the best thing that could’ve happened, Bee,” he said. ‘We couldn’t have hoped for a better match. The merging of the families … We’ll be related to the most powerful man in Panem.’

What he didn’t say, not in so many words, were the dangers of declining such a generous offer. If I so much as hesitated it would be questions. My wavering could set a ball rolling that we had no means to control.

After that, I was to spend all my Saturdays with Cordelia. At the mansion, closely chaperoned of course. All while the Snows and the Flickermans made arrangements for our three day wedding.”

She wet her lips, a vacant look in her eyes much like Effie when she shared a painful memory.

“I could never quite tell if she really was gay like me or just wanted something soft and submissive to use at her own fancy. Like the animals. Either way, I knew that once we were married she could beat me and enjoy me as she pleased and there was nothing I could do about it. Not without risking my family.

I didn’t know it then but looking back, I was clinically depressed by that point. Save those mandatory Saturdays I isolated myself from everyone, even Effie. Kept to the Flickermansion as much as possible. I’d counted calories on and off for years but it wasn’t until my engagement that the habit really escalated. Triggered an addition of sorts. I could control little else in my life but I could control what I ate. Or didn’t ate.

Weight loss is glorified in the Capitol. Praised no matter how you achieved it. People want to know your secret. Calls you morphling chic. But for me, it was never really about being thinner or looking a certain way. I doubt it ever really is, at the core if you have this disease.

First I thought I had control over it. This ‘weight journey’ of mine in lack of a better word. But once I reached my goal I started negotiate and bargain the finish line, pushed it further and further ahead. Because it was never really about the weight.

It was a system I built up, to protect myself from anxiety. To manage my feelings. It would just be me and anorexia sitting in a room and then it wouldn’t matter that I was alone and unhappy, facing a future I dreaded.

I had a hard time showing up for meals. To eat in front of people in general. I felt like everyone was watching me but if I missed too many dinners my sisters would ask questions.

So it became this destructive cycle of starving myself and then binge-eat as a response which triggered panic attacks so strong I went and drank Evermore drops to make myself vomit, only to tumble into a pit of self-loathing for wasting good food and so I was right back to not eating again.

And then there were still my Saturdays with Cordelia. For someone who apparently ‘asked for me herself’ she couldn’t care less about the wedding plans being made over our heads. We never really talked about it, but she spent more and more time with the animals and during the last weeks of her life she practically lived in the Asphodel Meadow.

It was really just another room, with the same twenty-foot-high walls but it had a force field, mimicking an open green plain, distant mountains and the wide blue sky.

Cordelia owned only one animal bigger than herself. A pony. I called her Boo for short and she was the fairest, mildest, most sweet-muzzled creature you ever saw. A cream colored, freckled Connemara who loved sugar. I always made sure to bring a few cubes in my dress pocket in the hopes that I might slip her some.

The Asphodel Meadow was an equestrian centre laid out with horse jumping obstacles and this is where she lived. Boo. I never got to ride her myself but I braided her mane, groomed her, cleaned her hooves. Minor things that bored Cordelia.

She was a fine rider. Had been on horseback since she was a toddler. She was supposed to always wear a helmet and never ride bareback but she hardly ever followed those rules.

One morning when I got there she was in a foul mood. I never did learn why but she took Boo out before she was saddled and ready. Didn’t care what anyone else had to say. Just grabbed the whip and swung herself onto the horse’s back.

I’d seen her hurt Boo before but never like that. She was livid. The people who worked the stable tried to rein her in but Cordelia ignored their every attempt. Furious, her and Boo soared over the jumping obstacles and either you got out of her way or you got run down.

Then something happened with the force field. To this day I don’t know what it was. If somewhere a fuse had blown or there was a power cut or someone simply turned it off but there was a sharp zapping sound and in an instant the Mind Flight was gone. Nothing left but the real ceiling, the high walls with no doors unlocked but the ones leading you back into the depths of the mansion.

The reaction from Cordelia was instantaneous. She shrieked with fury and slammed the whip down, harder and harder. Yelled at Boo to go faster. Punished her, I think, for everything wrong in her life. Whipped her bloody until I screamed at her to stop.

Finally crazed with pain and terror the horse bolted. The servants could not control her. Neither could Cordelia. She shouted at the mare but the animal was beyond reach. All the girl could do was drop the whip and clutch on to Boo’s mane. Grip her with her knees. She couldn’t even throw herself off at such sped without breaking bones, without being trampled.

Panicked, I watched it play out. Frozen like the first time she kissed me. And then Boo crashed into the vertical poles of a nearby obstacle. Cordelia flew forward and slammed into the ground, head-first.

The room was in an uproar. People running wild. Some for Boo, most of them for the young woman. All I did was stare at one of her boots, twitching with what little life still left in her. She’d broken her neck. By the time the doctor arrived she was already gone.

The next few days were a haze. I was in shock. Numb. Scared too. Scared over what might happen to my family. I know father called for an emergency meeting. A meeting we children had no part of, of course. It wasn’t hard to guess what the topic was. ‘What we will do if miss Cordelia’s death is blamed on Annabel’. As if any words or actions on our part would make the slightest difference if Snow decided to rain his fury down on us.

In the end, Cordelia’s fate was ruled a tragic accident. Capitol News made a glorious tribute about president Snow’s oldest daughter. ‘The free spirit and lover of animals. A fine rider heading toward a brilliant future when taken to young.’

I never forgot Snow’s face at the funeral. Hard-lined. Unsmiling. A white rose in his lapel. Very controlled and yet I couldn’t escape the feeling that on the inside he was dancing. Because a problem of his had been solved in an unexpected yet welcomed way. A bad leaf snipped off of an otherwise glorious rose.

And I lay awake at night wondering if I was much better. Wondered during those bleak, dark, sleepless hours if the real reason I did nothing when Cordelia died was because a part of me wanted her dead, wanted to be rid off her.

What kind of person was I for being more upset about Boo having to be put down than I was a dead girl. A girl probably feeling just as trapped and caged as I was, only more. If I could wave a wand and bring her back to life, would I? Would I really?

Not a week after the funeral, the citizens of the Capitol had already gotten on with their lives.

Not me.

I hadn’t seen Effie in ages. Hardly ever returned her calls. So when we finally did meet up at her place she noticed how much I’d changed physically, unlike my family who saw me every day. And I could pretend in front of my father and my sisters but not Effie. In the end, I told her everything.

About Cordelia. About my anxiety attacks. That I didn’t know how to eat normally anymore and that the only thing I could hope to achieve with my pathetic little existence was help continue Snow’s Games through my father’s name. All the things I never told a living soul. I could see how concerned she got. ‘I think we should talk to your father’, she said but I made her swear not to tell anyone. Not ever!

I already regretted opening up. Effie wanted to meet up again after that but I dodged her suggestions of when and where.

A week of this and my father took me aside again. Only this time, he came to me. For ten dreadful seconds I feared he’d announce another marriage candidate but that wasn’t it at all.

Effie Trinket had come to see him. Told him she was worried. Deeply worried. About me. That I seemed depressed. That I wasn’t eating.

I’ve never felt so betrayed. So deceived. I trusted her with my secrets and my darkness and she fed me to the wolves. The only real friend I thought I had in the Capitol.

So then our house doctor paid us a visit, I got my diagnosis and from that moment on everything changed.

Anorexia is a symptom of a larger problem but people thing the problem lies with the food. If only you start eating again you’ll be healthy and happy. So why aren’t you eating? Just eat!

So I started hiding my behavior – the sick ways in which I ate and it infected every ritual, every habit, surrounding food. Even with eyes on me, I hid parts of my meal in the napkin, smeared the gravy out across my plate, found ways to get my hands on Evermores and burned the bloody tissues in the open fireplace.

With each broken rule the grip on me grew tighter and tighter. My going to the dining hall was now mandatory. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, closely supervised by nurses employed by my father. And their obsessive-compulsive counting of calories only fed the existing problem, like petrol on a fire. I couldn’t use the bathroom without someone standing outside the door. They locked me in at night with guards at the door. Put bars on the windows so I couldn’t escape for a nocturnal run around the garden.

Ten days of this and I snapped. Completely. Called Effie. Screamed at her until my voice gave out. Told her I never wanted to see her again. That I’d never forgive her for doing this to me.

With Effie cut from my life, everything got even more unbearable. A month went by. Two. I was literally a prisoner at my father’s mansion. Like Cordelia. I don’t think my family trusted me outside those walls and they were right. There must have been questions about my empty chair in the house band but I guess father came up with an acceptable excuse. A secret passion project perhaps.

Finally, the hospital had to get involved. I was literally wasting away before my family’s eyes. Way beyond what even the Capitol considered attractive and still losing pound after pound.

This was the last resort. Executed in the biggest of secrecy. Father wanted as little bad publicity about me as possible after what happened with Cordelia. To protect me in his own way. I didn’t put up a fight. Was nothing I could do. Either I checked myself in to their psych ward voluntarily or I’d be committed against my will just the same.

My father never called. Never visited. Neither did my sisters. Looking back I believe they trusted that I was in good hands. That interfering would only hinder my progress. But at the time I felt nothing but utter and complete abandonment. That the outside world had finally forgotten me and wasn’t that what I always wanted?

Days passed. Weeks. Medicines. Therapy. Enteral nutrition pumped into my body. We were eight patients at my ward. Eight pale little ghosts floating around. Nurses and the occasional doctor filled the halls at all time. I didn’t care what they did to me. Didn’t care about anything anymore. Well, not quite. I was waiting. For my first day pass. One day outside those walls. Just an hour would do. So I could slip some garden rocks into my coat pockets and walk straight out into the River Theseus.

So outwardly, I co-operated. Did what they asked. Told them what they wanted to hear. But inside, I’d withdrawn so far into my numb little shell I might as well already be dead. The only thing that got me going during those first few weeks was visualizing the quiet, deep river. Over and over again.

But then, there came a letter. First and only time I ever got one at the ward. And I didn’t have to turn it over to know who sent it. I’d recognize that careful handwriting anywhere. The nurse who first brought it to me, stood with me as I read. Hours after I’d mustered up enough courage to do so.

Sweet Effie. It was as if all of my dark thoughts had somehow lit a beacon. A beacon so large she was able to see the smoke rising into the sky all the way from her apartment.

The nurses got a call through to her for me and an hour later she arrived in the little room for family and friends.

One look at her was all it took. Even after everything I said during that awful phone call months ago, her blue eyes held nothing but love and I completely fell apart. Her arms encircled me and I cried. More than cried. Wailed. Like a child sitting at the bottom of a well with no way to get up.

She helped me to the couch so my knees wouldn’t give out. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t even get any words out. Words of forgiveness, most of all. But I didn’t have to. She understood anyway. And she just held me. Caressed my back, my hair with quiet soothing sounds. Like I were a baby in her arms. She stayed with me for as long as she was allowed to. When they came to take me away and I started trembling she squeezed my hands and said, ‘Tomorrow.’

A fresh wave of pain filled Annabel’s eyes, but not for the reason Haymitch imagined.

“I didn’t know it then,” she said, “but she was already pregnant by that point. I was still on the inside when she gave birth to her boy, months later. We’ve never really talked about it since but I wonder sometimes. If I hadn’t ended our friendship when I did, right in the middle of her tender first time as escort in the Games … If I never said the things I did, would she have come to me instead of going to that party.”

“Not your fault,” said Haymitch. “Effie would never blame you. You want a culprit, that’s Kane.” And, with a heat behind it that made the hairs on his arms stand: “Sexual assault. That’s what it was. Doesn’t matter if he didn’t literally force himself onto her, it’s still fucking rape!”

He’d given it a lot of thought ever since Effie first told him and the more he did, the more he felt he wouldn’t mind jamming his knife into the man a couple of times. If they ever saw each other face to face.

Lucky for him he’s rotting in jail.

“I haven’t been there for Effie the way I should,” Annabel said, with a pain behind the words that he knew all too well. “It’s one of my deepest regrets. That I didn’t pay better attention. Listened to the things she wasn’t saying. The way you do. The way she did with me. I wish I’d spent more time with her. Especially after the war and my father’s trial. Instead I fled to District 11 every chance I got, first as a volunteer worker and then living here part-time.”

She drew a deep breath.

“But I am here now. She saved my life. She knew I didn’t want help. Knew I’d hate her for interfering . Knew I had the means to turn the Capitol against her if I wanted to. And she was fine with that. Fine with all of it. Because I would be alive to do it … Takes a pretty remarkable person,” she said, “to do something like that.”

Haymitch nodded.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah.”

“You’ve been through hell,” Annabel said. ”I know that. Worse than any of us can possibly imagine. I just told you all this because I want you to know I understand. What it’s like when the people you love most goes behind your back. Tries to make you do something you don’t want to do. She did the same to me.

But it wasn’t betrayal. It was love. She carried me on her back when I couldn’t go any further. Helped me get the help I needed to help myself.

Now she does the same to you. Carries you on her back. Carries Amy and Ian too. And she is strong, without a doubt. Stronger than most. But she won’t manage it forever. No one can.

Now, I’m not telling you to check yourself into a rehab facility. Maybe you can’t. And if you can’t you can’t. But if you want to do something for me, then I beg of you from the bottom of my heart: Don’t break her just because you cannot live without her.”

Author's note: Special thank you to my sweet, dear friend Sara for sharing her experiences of eating disorders with me to help with this chapter. She and Annabel are not the same person and they don’t share the same backstory but the things I got right about anorexia is 100 % thanks to Sara!

Also, as you might have noticed I've made a slight change in past chapters concerning Haymitch sleeping with other Capitol women when drunk.

In my defence, I included that headcanon in 2015 so it's been a minute but lately I've thought to myself: "Oh come on! Effie would NEVER let Haymitch do that when he's drunk and isn't thinking straight! Especially after what happened between her and Kane."

So I went and changed it soo that poor/lucky Haymitch only got to sleep with two women he really cared about.

#hayffie #the hunger games renaissance #haymitch x effie #caesar flickerman #the hunger games #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #my fanfiction

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From my next door sister to my lover (Chapter 1)

P/s: Sorry for taking too much time for a comeback, but this is what I promised. If you wanna meet me more, go to this link to enjoy my Discord Server

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Riho Takada

Words count: 3061 (I wasn't expected I can write that much)

Enjoy!

Today, like so many other days, you came back from university again. Fortunately, I live in an apartment, unlike most of your classmates, who are struggling in motels far from the school. But every place has its own problems; rather, they interest me more than you hate them (although most of my neighbors complain about them). The first is a family at the end of the block on this floor where this often occurs, often leading to the husband beating his wife; secondly, some people are passionate about showing their affection in a ridiculous way in the crowd. People. And finally, even if it's just the opposite of the previous one, it should be listed separately. There are people living alone in apartments the same size as mine. That's right, you're alone too; at least, that's how you can comfortably see the world the way you want without any obstructions. slowly; you're not sure yet!

Luckily, your family doesn't visit too many times a year, so you have time to indulge in gravure magazines that take a month to return due to having to order through Amazon, basically because they are no longer available. direct sales or old magazine issues. That is, until one day you were also masturbating with them when suddenly, on the other side of the wall, you heard some very erotic moans, and next to your house was a sister who was also alone. Is she also masturbating? But hearing those moans made your masturbation even higher; it was much easier to ejaculate because you no longer had to imagine it. Just like that, day by day, you were helped by her to satisfy yourself, even if only indirectly. That made you really wonder: "What if I could have sex with you directly?" It was pretty crazy, so you were actually quite scared that something unexpected would happen, so with a natural preference for safety, just you borrowed her moans for the next few days. Until one day...

After masturbating, you suddenly remembered that you hadn't taken my clothes out of the washing machine yet. You hurriedly carried them from the washing machine to the balcony. Here was a scene that changed my endless loop every day: the girl next door, whom you used to masturbate back to, was standing there drying clothes just like you. But if it was just that, nothing would impress you yet. But she only had a tank top and nude pants on. That thin blue shirt certainly couldn't hide her bulging breasts. Despite her thin body, those breasts are truly amazing. While you were glancing back and forth to make sure no one else could see this wonderful thing but you, you turned around to see her fixated on you. You began to feel panicky. Did she know that you had borrowed her moans to masturbate recently? Suddenly she called you close to the gap between the two balconies and whispered to me:

"Go to my house! The password at the door is 1608! I will wait for you, babe!" - You felt a shiver go down your spine as you wondered if she had somehow found out about your secret indulgence, but you couldn't resist the temptation of finding out what she wanted from you.

She flashed an inviting smile before taking the empty pot back inside. It took you a while to be sure of what you just heard; unexpectedly, she actively wanted the crazy thing you had always worried about to come true. At this point, if something unexpected happens, you don't wanna care anymore; you hastily dried all the clothes that were still in the basket on the rack and didn't fix your clothes but went straight to her house. Slowly dial each number on the password board, then a "beep" sound is heard and the door lock is opened. You entered the house with not a single light from inside but the light from the sunset shining in. The living room was empty of people, but there were signs of recent activity: a half-empty glass of wine on the coffee table and a book left open on the armchair. Anyway, why would you care about that, though? This house should have only her, and now it has you too—a guest who will be a regular visitor. While you were still overwhelmed by the elegant decoration of a single-occupant house, there were intermittent breaths resounding in the quiet, slightly creepy space of this house. As soon as you followed those breaths, before your eyes was the image of her being illuminated by the sunset. Her body against the sunset was so heartwarming, especially her sideboob, which seemed just waiting to spill out of that blue tank top. It made you feel a rush of desire and admiration for her beauty. You couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerized by the stunning view. She looked over at you also, and there was a hint of disappointment mixed in with amusement in her eyes.

"You're a bit late here for a boy who dared to use my moans for masturbating!" - she said.

You felt your face turn red as you realized she had caught me listening to her through the thin walls of our apartment. You didn't know if you should be happy or scared after her statement, but there was a belief in you that you was about to make love real, not just through your imagination. She seemed to realize that you no longer cared about her threat but was instead focused on her breasts peeking out from under her tank top, as if the only thing it could cover were her nipples. Gradually, your desire to possess her made her more interested. She slowly walked towards the bedroom, slowly taking off her tank top. She wasn't wearing any bra underneath, and now she was almost naked with only her pants left on her body. With each move, with the tank top slowly being lifted off her body, her ass also swayed. Your lust was at its peak. You went right behind her, hugged her, and then put your hands neatly on her bare breasts, feeling her nipples rub against your hands. Her ass felt that your cock was already hard; she turned to face you but kept your hands on her breasts.

"Even if it's a one-night stand, we still need to know each other's names!" She said, "Actually, I don't need..." - You were in the middle of a sentence when you were stopped. "Listening to your moans, I know you've had orgasms many times without remembering my name, even though I want to, but I feel the need to..." She took your hand and gently squeezed her breast. "You can call me whatever you want; I think 'baby' is enough for a name!" - you said, "Hmm, it's up to you, but I still want you to call me by my name."

The force of her hand grew stronger with each word she spoke, and your palm felt more than ever the softness of her bare breasts while her nipples grew harder and harder.

"So your name is..."

Right before you could finish asking the question, she suddenly gave you a kiss, which also marked my first kiss. It was a light kiss—just two lips touching—but it pushed your sexual desire to its climax. Her hands had also moved away from her breasts to embrace you, one of her hands reaching down to caress your dick from under your pants while the other cupped your head so it would stick closer to her lips. You didn't need her help anymore, but kept squeezing her breasts.

"My name is Riho, Riho Takada." "Remember that name carefully!"

It was also the last casual thing to say before she began a much more intense kiss, jumping on top of you. You can comfortably keep your hands on her chest when she has both her legs and arms around you. You gradually brought her to her bedroom, which was a very luxurious room and always had outside light shining in. You threw her on the big bed and continued to kiss her, but this time with one hand around her waist and the other starting to stimulate the outside of her pants. She could only moan softly in her throat, as you still hadn't let her lips rest.

"Ah…that's amazing… Keep sucking on my breasts; they'll make milk for you sooner or later. Ah! But as for the pants, take them off, please. I want your hands to be in direct contact with it. Ah."

Just when it seemed like your head just wanted to get stuck in her breasts, she reminded you that her body is more than just those. You let go of her breasts, not completely, but just to prepare to go back and devour them again. The silver pants had been removed, and her body was now completely naked. The tight, neat, hairless pussy is inviting you to bury your face in it and eat it, though she just wants to keep playing with your hand. As soon as your face went between her legs, she immediately clamped your head with her skinny legs while you sucked on her cunt repeatedly. It only took a few licks to make her moans reverberate throughout the room. You stopped suddenly because you were worried that the next room could hear her moans, as you have been all this time. She seemed to realize that too; she just smiled and said, while still having to breathe:

“Do you think, ah, everyone has the right to hear me moan?" “So... I suddenly realized something."

So from the beginning, she purposely left the wall between your apartment and hers so that only you could hear those moans. The rest of the apartment is surrounded by soundproof walls, so now you don't hesitate to use all your strength to bury your face in her cunt and suck it, and at the same time bring your hands up to squeeze on her breasts. It was certainly hard to keep her breasts out of the fun. Being attacked surprisingly, she involuntarily shouted loudly.

"Damn… that’s right… Suck them harder... No one will hear me moan but you, babe, ah.”

The harder you sucked, the harder it was to get her to orgasm as soon as possible. Then she finally screams, and her mouth starts spitting out the fluid you've been waiting for. You was surprised at first, so you also put some semen on your face, but all the rest went into your mouth. Her pussy kept shooting until she just had the strength to lie there panting. That delicious liquid seemed to give you more energy to continue this love affair. Sucking hard enough outside, you immediately put your tongue inside her crotch. Your tongue was squeezed tightly by her cleft, then it opened again. The cycle continued and gradually pulled her toward her first orgasm. She pushed your head in deeper while her body bounced up and down with each sucking, which made it impossible for her to keep her hands on her chest no matter how hard she tried. Now, your hands go to her toned buttocks for a squeeze; they really fit and are surprisingly soft despite their toned appearance. Squeezing her butt also brought your face into more contact with her cunt. Soon, she was about to have an orgasm.

“I'm going to cum... Hurry up, baby. I want to cum...ah." "Please, cum, Riho-chan, I want your fluid, um,” you said between the sucks.

Her second release just come to you straight away. You then lay on top of her, your mouth returning to her delicious nipples while the cock was erect after a few minutes. Her stimulation is brought into her womb. Your dick was squeezed bit by bit as it was inserted into her cunt.

“What? Why is it so big? ...ah”—Riho groaned loudly and shouted

Your cock was bathed in her fluid, the most effective lubricant. Then your hips started moving your dick in and out of her cunt. Your cock, after being lubricated, made the smashes come faster and stronger. Riho couldn't help but groan and cling to the pillow at the fierce attack coming from you. Since then, she has been ready to take the initiative; now she can only lie still and receive each burst of pleasure coming from you. It seemed that the first time you could fall in love with her, it would be slow, but the more you made it, the more you felt that you had to do it faster and stronger continuously. Each of your thrusts made her chest unable to stay still and bounce, and even though you had already closed one of the nipples in your mouth, it was really hard for the other breast to stay still. All the sperm inside you have been pushed to the top of your cock, but you still don't want to release them, especially when Riho's moan is really rare. The eroticism it brings along with your dick moving faster and harder in her cunt makes you soon to be at your limit again. The amount of sperm that was racing at the tip of your cock was waiting to come out, and then you reached my limit. “Riho-chan! I think I can't take it anymore. Ah!" - you said "Yes! This is how it feels. Ah, quick cum baby, ah! I want your cum inside of me, ah,” Riho said intermittently due to moaning. Riho clung to the sides of the bed, preparing to receive the waves of sperm coming from you. And then the tightness of her cunt on your cock made you cum inside her; your hip muscles seemed to relax as much as they could and let your dick drain all the sperm inside her. The feeling of being filled up inside the girl of your long imagination began to make you want more. "Honey… You shoot a lot. Ah, but I want more... Ouch!” - Riho suddenly shouted as her body was flipped upside down and her ass was stabbed right inside by your dick.

The feeling of her ass gripping your dick and your groin feeling the softness of her skin—all resonated with your every blow to her ass. Riho couldn't help but cling tightly to your hand and groan nonstop, turning to look at you from time to time, and then you were both wrapped in each other's lips. She didn't know how much you wanted to put your dick in her ass from the moment you watched it sway right before it all started. Gradually, you lifted her hips, propped her arms up, and bent her knees, from pronebone to doggy style. With one hand, you grabbed her long hair and pulled it back so that her head would be pulled along, which made it easier to kiss, with the other hand holding her hips and occasionally slapping her ass hard.

“Ah…so happy… Slapping harder, baby... ah!” - Riho shouted in pleasure.

Each time your crotch smacked her ass, it bounced back and forth, making you want to pat it even more. The room was filled with mixed sounds that were filled with darkness. Subsequent waves of sperm began to pile up on your tip, but this time it seemed that you had neither the strength nor the desire to hold back any longer.

“Oh god… ah… Riho-san… I'm going to cum again.” “That's right… Please, cum, babe... ah... I want my insides to be filled up...ah...again.” - Riho was forced to scream louder as the sound every time you pounded her ass was getting louder and louder.

This time, it was hard to hold back any longer. The last waves of sperm were fired; the strength was exhausted, but your dick still didn't seem to want to leave her ass at all. Both you and Riho collapsed onto the bed, and you lay on top of Riho. The sunset has also fallen since then, and now only the moonlight shines in. You both lay there panting, and then you kissed Riho's lips from behind again. Unexpectedly, from neighbors who lived next to each other but didn't even know each other's faces and could only connect with each other through groaning sounds, now you are here together.

“Tired…really tired…ah…but I really like it!” - Riho said while panting “Me too…ah…this feeling…I waited so long…to have such a good night!” - even you let your breath get in the way “So from now on… stay here with me too!” “But... and my house..." - you hesitated at Riho's suggestion. "Nevermind! Here, I can cook for you, and we can make love every day! Once in a while, we will go out for some trips! If you need to return urgently, just go back, and then come over here and fill my pussy!"

Hearing it was enough to satisfy your ears, so you also agreed to Riho's wish. But after making love, you were hungry again, and although you were very regretful, you had to let your dick move from her ass so she could shower and prepare dinner!

The love between you and your neighbor's sister begins here!

To be continued! And welcome to chapter 2

#toku smuts #riho takada #takada riho #高田里穂

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dearweirdme · 6 months

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when i sent the ask i knew the first thing you would bring up is their relationship with women. so, to answer your question, yes, i actively criticize ALL people who hyperanalyze their sexuality, whether they’re straight or queer is literally not our concern? but also, the taekook shippers are quite literally the most pervasive and most invasive in this entire fandom. but we’re not fans of their sexuality. we’re fans of them as artists. i’m not homophobic. i’m a literal queer, bisexual woman telling you as a queer person that this is super disrespectful. for ANY person. this goes beyond being “interested” in their personal lives. it’s so dehumanizing to have literal strangers deciding FOR you what your sexuality is. deciding FOR you if your friends are actually your friends. deciding FOR YOU that you can’t come out bc of a company when it’s possible that if any of them ARE QUEER they simply may not WANT to come out. why do you all feel entitled to pushing them to? why do y’all feel entitled to deciding what their sexuality is and deciding why their sexuality is and deciding what would be the result that makes THEM happy when y’all are not them?do you guys seriously not think it’s disrespectful? when did i EVER say them being straight was the default? in fact i never mentioned me thinking they were straight at all and simply said that analyzing their sexuality when they didn’t give ANY OF US consent to do so is unethical and dehumanizing no matter what way you look at it. you can try to say i’m homophobic. i truly don’t care bc i know that i personally really like woman and men equally. this isn’t at ALL about my sexuality or my outlook on people being queer. at what point did i ever state or insinuate that *I* think they’re straight or that *i* think something would be wrong if they were straight or queer? i’m literally saying that information is not only irrelevant but not for us to know or to force our way into knowing. i’m saying it’s inappropriate to speculate on their sexuality as a whole. straight. gay. bi. pan. or otherwise. it’s literally not our business and has NOTHING to do with being their fan. you’re talking about love yes but you’re also making grave assumptions about their relationships with other people and across the board these narratives impact real life people? like y’all are treating like they’re people only in the fantasy of the ship. i think this of all shippers who genuinely believe their ships to be reality and go around actively spreading information as if it were true when none of us know. and the answer to the apparent mystery about their sexuality has literally fuck all to do with liking bts. if you only like them bc of their sexuality then you don’t like them and this is a fetish. if your entire narrative around being their fan is convincing other people that they’re queer or straight or ANYTHING that they themselves didn’t disclose, you are not a fan. this is fetishizing.

Hi again anon!

I do apologize for thinking of you as homophobic, it’s just that usually asks like yours come from that side of fandom. I guess you just don’t like people talking about celebrities private lives in general, which I understand. It is however a huge part of being a fan for many many people, it is something that magazines rely on and make money of, it is something that companies and artists themselves lean into at times. For me, being a fan means that I care about their private lives as well.. I cannot really help it, it’s something that happens automatically. I think it happens for many people automatically in general. If that’s not your way of being a fan, that maybe you should refrain from looking at blogs like mine. I will not have you make me feel bad about caring about the members like that.

What I have seen is that even amongst queer persons there’s many opinions on how to talk about these things. I know I have many queer followers who do want to talk about this, I think their opinion is just as valuable as yours.

Again, I agree that many shippers take it too far.. I don’t personally think I am though.

#i also don’t only like them because of the ship #i was a bts fan before being a tkkr #fandom shenanigans #taekook

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londonspirit · 7 months

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Our Flag Means Death is special. From creating a surrealist version of the Golden Age of Piracy, to centering a later-in-life coming-out story, to including people or many races, gender identities, abilities, and cool freaking hairstyles, to moving production for season two from LA to New Zealand in order to highlight the beauty of the land, Lord of the Rings-Style, and build a majority Kiwi crew. It’s makes our pop cultural heart swell to see a production being so intentional with its decisions.

But nowhere is that intentionality more apparent than in OFMD’s music. More than just fun, jokey needledrops, each song in Season One acts as a counterpoint to the action, adding emotion and depth to what becomes a surprising queer love story. A lot of the credit for the show’s unique tone can go to Music Supervisor Maggie Phillips and her team. Leah Schnelbach recently got to speak with Maggie about baroque pop, “The Beautiful Ones”, making “the non-obvious choice”, and—the long-awaited SEASON TWO.

Season two debuts on Max in the U.S. on October 5, and Neon on October 6 and is coming soon to Sky Open in New Zealand.

(This interview has been lightly edited for clarity.)

How do you start? Do you get the script and let you mind wander, or do you pick a period and do a deep dive on songs from a period?

Maggie Phillips: It depends on the project. For [OFMD] I got the scripts—at least the first four or five—so I had enough to have a sense of the love story, and the themes. I made thematic playlists. Sometimes I do character driven playlists. But across the board it starts with scripts and playlists. Then I send the playlist to the director or showrunner and we start a back and forth. And this one, same, except that I’d worked with David Jenkins before on People of Earth, so I knew his taste already, and it’s very similar to mine, which is very melodic, we both like baroque pop, we both like a lot of classical elements in our music and in our pop.

And he’s very encouraging of me to—I realized when we worked on People of Earth—he pushed me to go weird. Some people have me rein it back, but he pushed me to go even further. So, I just start a general playlist, thematically driven, mostly romantic. We wanted to play up the romance in the first season, so a lot of romantic music and songs, pop songs about unrequited love, pining, heartbreak, heart-loss, it’s been a long time since I started these – longing, leaving behind a part of your life and moving on to another part, transition…and then another part was just like, ocean life! And the sea! I made a lot of playlists and sent them over to David, and what actually happens—sometimes we’ll pull from the general playlist. I work closely with the editors on specific scenes and send over specific playlists for each scene that we were listening for. I’d make playlists of 500 songs, and then listen to that for each moment—mostly end credits in Season One—and then send playlists over for spots. But that’s how it starts, and that’s the fun part.

That’s about twenty-five percent of my job. The rest is clearing songs and tracking rights and dealing with budgets, and blah blah blah. (laughs)

One of my favorites is Moondog. How did Moondog… happen?

MP: That’s a song that I’ve had, I love that song. His music is very avant garde, there’s only a handful of his songs that I thought could be synch-able. Even that one, I had saved on a playlist years ago, and hadn’t pitched it to anyone. It hadn’t worked in any moment, this I did not put on the general playlist, i tried specifically for the end of the pilot, and I almost didn’t send it because I thought, there’s no way they’ll go for this. And luckily the editor, the editor is sometimes the middleman, they’ll try out the stuff and show it to David. They’re in the rooms with David more than I am. So like sometimes I’ll send my stuff out to editors and not know which one they’re going to show. I’ll send them 15-20 songs, and they’ll show the director or showrunner three to five choices. But Hilda [Rasula], the editor of the pilot was very collaborative and communicative, and she responded and said which ones she liked and would try, and I knew this was one of them, so I was excited. There was a handful of songs that I loved for that pilot, but this one was one of my top favorites, and she said she was going to show it, but I still didn’t think this was going to be the one they’d pick.

Sometimes I’ll get an email saying we’re putting on [one of the choices], but I didn’t get it for this one, so I got to watch the pilot like an audience member not knowing which song they selected—I immediately knew it from the first note, and was like, “Oh they went with Moondog!” And then I got to watch and see how it works.

It worked beautifully.

MP: That was a really hard spot to nail, and that song is perfect because it’s melancholy and wistful, but there’s also hope. It hits both notes, and he just left his—you have to gloss over that so you can still love Stede, but he left his fuckin’ family. He’s having this intense mid-life crisis and he does what some people dream of, which is starting over, but most people don’t do, you know? I think we hit both notes with that song. And we wanted to hit the humanity on all those characters, we see Jim, we see a few characters in that montage. And the humanity of all of them being in the boat at sea all alone…

Heading out!

MP: Yeah! For the adventure of their lifetimes! (laughs)

It was perfect, I thought. I know from other interviews with you that you had a 300-song playlist for season one, were you able to use any for this season?

MP: For season two? Yes. I definitely we still… we still haven’t scratched the tip of the iceberg like there’s so many songs I have for this show… and there’s only so many songs in the show. There are fifteen in season one and even fewer in season two, and we only have eight episodes to work with. We use one in Episode 1: “Strawberry Letter 23”, the Shuggie Otis. We used one in the trailer, “The Beautiful Ones” by Prince…

That was uhhh pretty great!

MP: That was one of the first songs—I think the first song that David and I spoke about for the show?

Oh! Like, before season one started?

MP: Yeah, even before we spoke about “The Chain��—I can’t remember if “Beautiful Ones” came from David or me? But we talked about Prince and we both bonded on the fact that we loved that song specifically. That literally was the first song I had in my head for the whole show. I think in season one the estate was off-limits because it was soon after his passing, but then by season two his music was licensable again. I’ve been doing this for almost 18 years, and it’s the first time [I’ve licensed his music]. And he’s one of my top ten artists of all time.

When we posted the trailer, I’m pretty sure the tweet I wrote was just screaming about “Beautiful Ones”, I was so excited.

MP: My Instagram post I did like a purple heart, I made my own Prince purple heart background, and put the trailer on top of a ton of purple hearts, and I put a crown on top of one of them. Just the teenage glee of ohmygod, we got a Prince song!

Were there any songs that were absolute no, whether because they were overused, or they just didn’t fit?

MP: There’s one from season one and one from season two, and the one from season one is “Perfect Day”, for the reason you just said. I think it’s been overused, that was one I didn’t pitch, but I kept trying to beat it—it’s an amazing song. There’s a reason it’s been used a bazillion times, cause it’s a perfect song, right? I tried so hard to beat it, and I think I did, to be honest, but there’s an inherent familiarity and comfort when you hear a song you know, and I think that helps that scene. And David was just in love with it, and I understand why, and I’m sure it was very satisfying for the audience.

The one from season two—it’s a Kate Bush. I had advised against it, but, this one I don’t think we could beat it. I had used it myself, “This Woman’s Work”, in Handmaid’s Tale. It wasn’t a song I pitched. I pitched “Running Up that Hill”—which then was in Stranger Things—I pitched that for an end of an episode in Handmaid’s Tale, and the showrunner didn’t want to use that one, but it made him remember “This Woman’s Work”, and he put it into a very controversial scene, for fans of The Handmaid’s Tale—some people hate it, and some people loved it. So, I of course read all the backlash online about using song, and people have strong opinions about it. [OFMD] was right after the Stranger Things TikTok phenomenon, and I thought “We’re gonna look like we’re copycats”, but David was like… “I don’t care.” (laughs) he said, “People have a short attention span when it comes to music and TV”, and he’s right. And it was a Taika [Waititi, OFMD’s Blackbeard/executive producer/sometimes director) song, Taika really wanted that song, he’d wanted to use that song for many years. Then I saw it cut into the episode, and I think they transformed the song. They re-contextualized it and made it their own, even so the lyrics have different meaning than I’ve ever heard listening to it previously. They clearly had a vision, and it gave me chills to watch it.

I’m excited to see how it’s used in this context.

MP: And that’s what I love about my job, you put song and image together and they both change, and in this instance it was really powerful. But I mean, I always, unless it’s a show that doesn’t care about overusing, I always tell David if I have a reaction or an opinion, and one of the things I’ll react to is if a song’s been overused, or feels uninspired—but this one felt inspired once it was cut in.

I feel like this show is so off-kilter, and it’s always surprising. So the other one that I absolutely love was the use of the Beach Boys for the Blackbeard reveal. How did you jump to that? To me that’s their meet-cute, but it’s not actually cute.

MP: No, it’s demonic/angelic, weird vocals…I had tried to use that song in a different tv show, and we got denied actually, because it was a violent scene, so I had that song on a bunch of playlists. I love that song. I think that was one that was on my general playlist. And when I’m trying out music what I do for these scenes is I’ll do a brainstorm playlist where I’ll throw on a whole bunch of songs without knowing what’s going to work and without thinking about it, just like “That’s worth trying, that’s worth trying”—I call it my kitchen sink approach—I try not to overthink what I throw onto that playlist and then I just play those songs against picture, because you never know what’s gonna click, and that’s where you get the non-obvious choices, or like, the counterpoint choices, because you don’t know until you put them together how they’re going to play off each other. And so that was one that when I tested I was like, “Oh fuck, this is beautiful.” Then I sent it to the editor, and fingers crossed that they’ll have the same reaction. I try not to color…like I don’t say in my emails which ones are my favorite, because I want them to have an unbiased reaction. But that one worked, and everyone fell in love with it.

That one, well, they’re all my favorite, but that one might be my favorite favorite. It’s such a good contrast! Stede’s almost dead, Blackbeard’s covered in gore, and then there’s these angelic voices.

MP: Right? They’re saving each other. The relationship is that they’re each others’ saviors, right? I feel like that moment, that song sort of captures that.

But without being too sappy, it’s not a song I ever hear anywhere, so it’s startling. Bigger question: I know for The Dropout you did mid-‘00s indie, because it’s a period piece, horrifyingly, that’s becoming a period piece.

MP: I know right? That made me feel old, those were songs that felt like just the other day?

Yeah (laughter) but for this, obviously it’s the Golden Age of Piracy, but it’s also kind of a surrealist fantasy did you have in mind an era, like “Oh I’m going to use a lot of ‘60s pop to create a thematic contrast”? Or more hodge-podge?

MP: It was more hodgepodge-y, and then David and I both like baroque pop, we both love a harpsichord, and that style’s heyday was ‘60s and ‘70s, and that’s where my sensibility—I love music from that time period. There’s psychedelic rock, and there’s just so much cool stuff that happened back then. It has a timeless classic feel, and then there’s yacht rock happening.

I’m a sucker for yacht rock.

MP: I am too! And it fits the whole fantastical/dude/extreme-mid-life crisis. I hate to call it Dad Music, but there’s an element of that. And not that I think this is a male-driven show, but there is a lot of male energy, and it’s these two dudes’ love story, mostly. But the whole fantasy of escaping your normal existence and going off to live as a pirate has that whole dude-dad-driven energy. So that music works. But I think it if I look at my playlist, it was maybe half ‘60s-‘70s, and half more modern stuff, and that’s just the stuff that was working. For me, the way I listen for music is very emotional and gutteral it’s not as much thinking and making it logical and setting rules, it’s more just what feels right, and the we just kind of ran with it. With The Dropout we wanted a hard timestamp. I was given rules from the outset, and with Dropout, I loved working on it, but it was one of the easier shows I’ve worked on because we had those clear delineations. This song needs to be from these couple years, and it needs to have been a radio hit, there’s only so many songs you can choose from, but when you’re doing a show like Our Flag and there’s no rules at all…

Did you set any boundaries for yourself?

MP: The only boundaries I set was… stuff I hadn’t heard before. I wanted to honor the off-beat weird tone. This is something I’ve never seen before. There’s almost no comparable show. I wanted to honor that with music that was new and different.

The only show that feels similar to me is People of Earth.

MP: I loved that show so much. Not enough people watched that show.

It was so clearly ahead of its time.

MP: There’s been enough TV shows that are weird, people have… it lives in some sort of niche. But when People of Earth came out there hadn’t been enough of those kinds of shows.

Did you come into season two with a different approach at all, or was it more of a flow from Season One?

MP: The only thing that was different is that we get to dive into more of the characters, and we wanted to flesh them out a little bit. We picked a lane that was successful, and we want to stay in it. There’s so much I haven’t done yet [from the first playlist] I hope we get a third season.

Do you have a moment from a movie or TV show that is the perfect music cue for you?

MP: I like really understated music supervisions, like Succession or Roma—it’s such a beautiful movie, very understated, and there’s no score actually. The sound design is so beautiful. You don’t need music, they played up all the soundscape to score it. And there are songs, but they’re very diegetic, just like, on the radio, very elegant and quiet. I like a reserved, economical hand. Or if they make me laugh with their musical choices, like a bold unexpected choice that makes me giggle.

#maggie phillips #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #spoiler #our flag means death #ofmd #music #music spoilers

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shyflameweasel · 1 year

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Am I about to spend too long making a theory about the fictional depiction of the love child of Thomas the Tank and a spider going through its emo phase? Yes, Yes I am

So...Choo Choo Charles came out not too long ago and I've been having thoughts stew around in my head like a shaken hornet's nest. And I've probably babbled at my friends more than enough about this so why not ramble at even more internet strangers.

If you don't want spoilers then scoot right along. If you don't mind spoilers or have already finished the game, hiya and welcome to my conspiracy board for a game about a spider train.

So, where did Charles' come from, who is Charles, why is Charles? Well some things are plain up simple. Where? A gargantuan cavern if not a equally as large sprawling cave system. Who? Aside from a apparently avid train cosplayer/LARPer, Charles seems to be some age old entity that was sealed under the island where the game takes place, at least if you take into consideration the ancient stone tablet you find when you complete one of the optional missions. Depicting a group of people fighting what can only be a very large spider. Either being Charles itself or a member of its species. Why? Well, aside from being an interesting concept that the creator dreamed up, its kind of unclear. We got the Charles, but no idea why he's Choo Choo. Did it really just wake up when the miners breached deep enough, saw one of the trains they were using and instantly become a train enthusiast? Don't really think it happened like that but its also a bit amusing to think of a giant horrifying beast instantly steal someone's shit even if that's probably not how it went.

What we do somewhat know is that there was a cave in at the mines that killed a number of people and around that time the three eggs were unearthed. After that, according to notes scattered around the world, its revealed that Warren was draining the energy from the eggs using the alter for several months before Charles made his grand appearance. It is also known from the notes that Charles was smaller. Only really growing to the size that is seen for most of the game after absorbing some of the energy from the eggs. And then growing again into a more during the end of the game.

Well...the spider parts of him grow, the train seems to just remain the same.

Honestly I have no idea why the alter was even built in the first place because it sure as heck seems to just make everything a lot worse. Plus I'm unsure if its ever said exactly why Warren was using the energy, mainly remember that he was doing experiments and draining the energy.

So. Somewhere between the experiments and Charles emerging from their cave the thing legit got itself some new threads in the form of a train. I joke that Charles did it because like asdfmovie Train Kid it likes trains but that doesn't seem to be the case. Well, really it was done because the creator went Train + Spiders = Cool Game Go Brrr. But I'd like to think that Charles did it because, all things considered, the train does offer a lot of protection. It's legs seemed to be armored, you can't damage them by hitting their train body, and the only way to damage and kill Charles is by going for the face. Charles also has a high damage tolerance so anyone not in possession of a supped up train with a flamethrower is mostly going to be killed.

Charles seems to be incredibly smart or at the very least smart enough. It knows not to go onto the wooden bridge since if the structure were to go with it on it would spell serious trouble for the spider train. It also seems to know that the player can't really kill it since it can just escape to heal up and try again. Not to mention also having some capacity for emotions; enjoyment from injuring, the lighthouse keeper getting away with only a injured leg, or straight murdering people as with many others on the island. At least with the few deaths we see on screen Charles will sometimes eat what they kill and other times will just leave the body there. Also seeming to emote fear right before it gets impaled in the face at the end of the game. Though how far this intelligence goes is unknown since it also seems to leave the cultists alone or maybe its more out of amusement watching the people run around wearing something similar to its own face.

Although something that's kind of interesting is that while none of the train parts seem to be operational, all locomotion is done by his scuttling legs, it doesn't explain the smokestack. Now a smokestack, if the name isn't already glaringly clear, is the section of the train where steam/smoke is funneled out and an air exchange takes place to remove burnt byproduct while bringing in air to help the boiler. Basically smokestacks help the train go. But aside from seemingly everything else of the train section just being there the only thing from it that seems to be working is the smokestack. Could also semi argue that the Charles is replicating the train whistle, since the guy makes the sound right when he thinks the player is getting too comfy but can also say that like the smokestack its still operational.

I believe- aside from taking a fun game about a spider train out of conext- is that when it absorbed the alter energy for the first time it ended up fusing Charles into the train. So now instead of an ancient spider demon its now an ancient spider demon cyborg. Doomguy would have a hoot with this.

Last thing to my inane rambling is the end of the game: all those eggs. Now the fact that they may have been down there just as long as Charles has and decide to not hatch at all during the time underground to replicate Arachnoquake minus the firebreathing is a bit strange. Since spiders eggs don't really take very long to hatch. So here's my theory on that: Maybe Charles' species is the type that only hatch when it has been effectively rendered extinct? Maybe in ancient times it wasn't a single giant spiders that the ancestors were fighting, but a species of them. That would explain the eggs, that they come from multiple different 'Charles' laying them in the brooding area. Or it could be that Charles was locked down there for so long that they just had a hell of a lot of time to lay all of them until they got let out of the underground cave.

Hell maybe the ancestors locked Charles away down there in the first place, resulting in the old knowledge that Warren eventually found. A truth falling to myth and then to old forgotten legends. Thinking that it would kill the spider but actually making the situation worse for the future. Either way of who or what laid all those eggs doesn't really matter and I'm drifting off topic. Back to: Killing Charles is what caused all the eggs to hatch or at least start the beginning stages of hatching. Some fictional species do do this. Where they'll essentially come back after they're all dead via eggs. So by making Charles fight to the death via the energy given off by the alter, you trigger a chain reaction that causes eggs to start the hatching process. Bringing the species back from the dead and thousands upon thousands of demon spiders to come from the catacombs to the surface.

And that has been the virtual infodump spawned only 2 hours of sleep, a brain with a hamster wheel going at mock speed and having a cold.

#choo choo charles #rambles galore #cannot believe that that first big thing that i can write and finish in months is my enjoyment for this weird game

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calmwaterstarot · 4 months

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Thank you for speaking out about how vile piece of shit Chris Evans really is!

Yes a few friends of mine have been duped by him also.

He’s a vile pos who cons women into giving him money that he spends on hookers drugs and partying.

I know of a few women around Boston who have been used and abused by him and I can’t understand why women would sleep with him when all he does is fuck and dump them then ghost them after he’s had his fill.

I encourage them all to join together and bring his glided tower down.

Come on ladies do it go to TMZ with proof as my friends are ready to go if others do!

He has a whole harem of women he uses as fwb even his bestie Tara is involved who we know is the biggest cling on pos too she’s another vile woman too ask around Boston and they’ll tell you she is!

Ladies this man is not who you think he is, he’s an actor who knows how to charm women for his selfish needs who’s riddled with many STDs. In real life he’s an arrogant asshole or masshole as we say in MA.

No one really cares for him in Boston as they know what he’s really like a complete and utter douche bag.

We all know how racist Boston is at times as I do know his own family get called out for going along with his bullshit stunt! His family have had abuse in supermarkets had their cars scratched too!

People in MA have never seen this vile yacht girl with him they only ever see him walking his dog on his own.

Let’s mention his so called Nazi fake wife shall we ,She is also also known for performing sexual acts in front of an audience for certain board members of CAA. Also she is in a lot of trouble too which will all come out shortly!

She also a well known escort or prostitute in Portugal.

She is only wanting the money and clout as her family are so poor they have groomed her to be like this plus they have a coven back in Portugal who practices black magic and you know what happens to people who do this it will eventually rebound on them 3 fold. So that’s about to happen too😈

He’s dug his own grave now so people don’t feel sorry for him as he signed this for greed and to boost his ego when all it’s done is made him age 20 years in 1 year and a tanked Hollywood career down the shitter like a big fat dump!

He deserves his tower moment and I for one will watch with my big bucket of popcorn when it happens.

Which isn’t too far in the future 😈

Thanks for reading and thank you for being you

You did NOT hold back, and I'm HERE FOR IT! 🙌

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myimaginarywonderland · 4 months

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Coming on here because TikTok keeps bombarding me with videos about people being confused about the nine month cruise thing (literally a dream of mine) and clearing some things up as someone who has been on 3 cruises before (all between 7-15 days, mostly based around families.)

Right, first of all, there is a doctor on board. Most of the time depending on how many people are there for how long, you will have between like 5-10 people off medical staff. They describe certain meds if someone is feeling sick, advise people if it should be something serious etc. I have personally not been sick so much that I had to go to a doctor but my parents did once and I think it was mostly just telling symptoms and getting meds/a recipe like a normal visit. I am assuming if they are staying for longer, the med things might be stocked up once a month at various ports alongside with the food. Should there be a genuine emergency you will find that quiet a few cruises also have an emergency landing place for a small plane to take someone to the closest hospital as fast as you can. And lastly if someone should get pregnant early on (which literally can happen on any holiday trip, some people are just like that) they would obviously have to get off after a few weeks/months because there is a risk. No one is staying on board a good cruise line and delivering a baby, any good staff would make sure to get them to a safe hospital or off a port so they can get home okay when they are still in the non-risk term of a pregnancy.

Secondly, as mentioned before, they stop at ports like at least every 4th/5th day. They get off, explore cities or have planned trip while the crews restock on food etc. As far as I would assume with what I read they also take new passengers on board meaning not every passenger is staying for 9 months but some get on and off at certain stops.

To go along with the food point, I genuinely don't understand how anyone would assume you get sick of the food because it was literally one of the best things on board. You will have a variety of themed dishes, options for all sort of nutritional diets, restaurant that focuses on different meals etc. Not to mention you can always try local food and something there are even tours to explore local food productions (I remember we once went to a farm that produced goat milk products like goat cheese and it was delicious.) I don't know why people think it's just a giant mall with unhealthy food when there is so much with fruits, veggies, pasta etc. It isn't just ice cream, you get sick of eating that within the first 3 days. As for myself, I also had such a craving for fruit because the cooks produce amazing meals and desserts.

Another point that I have seen is alcoholism and trust me, anyone that wants to drink to the abnormal extent will already do that in their free time anyway. Most people who are normal drinks like other people of my family that have been on a different cruise line, had a drink maybe in the evening not all around the clock or every day and then again, some maybe only had a glass of wine with a nice dinner and not 30 cocktails that they drowned.

Secondly I hope most off you realise that 9-month-cruise doesn't mean 9 months on the cruise ship. You get off at at least 30+ ports, explore cities etc. While yes there are some days that will be on the cruise, most of the time (obviously depending on where the ship goes) will be spent exploring. And for the time on board they offer courses that you can spend time at or have sports events etc. You won't get bored easily and after a few days you would also start using the options by the ship because they are fun! Some of the things are genuinely nice surprisingly even for introverted people like myself.

When it comes to affairs etc. it's baffling to me because I can not imagine that being my first thought when thinking about such a cool event. Add to that, everyone who wants to hook up, will do that on any trip and everyone who wants to cheat, will cheat at any chance, just the way people are.

Some other info about cruises that applied on the ones I took:

If you do a planned trip from the cruise, the ship will always with for you no matter how late you are. If you go out on your own however and come back late, they might leave you at the port.

Sometimes the captain will take time out of their day to sit down and answer questions which is really cool. (Don't worry, there are co-coptains.)

There used to be an exercise mandatory that would prep you for an emergency event. Before deporting on the first port, there would be the alert for an emergency and you would be asked to put on your life jacket, go to your right rescue station and have to be accounted for while the crew would tell you if you did something wrong. There also used to be a video to show you how to put on life jackets and to tell you what to do in an emergency + there are big instructions on the inside of the cabin door.

Our ship also had a lecture who would offer presentations on the ports you went to or even on specific places that trips were planned to.

We also got offered a presentation for all the planned tours that are available for every port in case anyone hadn't booked something yet and wanted to do it last minute.

There are different types of cabines but most people will choose to one with a mirror or without one because you always have to ability to go to the outside/pool deck for sun and stuff. However if the sea is rough, all outside decks will be closed but you can still see from most upper decks that have shops or restaurants.

Every cruise line is different when it comes to what is included in the price but everyone has basic food and alcohol like wine/beer. Some restaurants used to be extra pay and on the ships I was on, so did most cocktails.

I think this is maybe only on German cruises but for us you got a board card which you not only needed to come back on the cruise but that would also be used as payment on the cruise itself. It was connected to the payment you selected for the cruise itself and you could always check how much there was on it at certain machines on the ship.

All the cruises I have been on have had at leady 800 passenger cabins so a minimum of 1600 people. In a big cruise like that you rarely hang out with people other than the ones you came on the trip with in the first place but sometimes at stuffed hours if you were only 2 people or so or still had seats available at your table some people would ask if they could sit with you if the restaurants are filled. And they would also be polite and nice, sometimes starting conversations. On my cruise there were specific hours every restaurant would be open, serving 3 meals a day and sometimes cake. But you can always get drinks like water, tea or coffee.

When it comes to anything law related there is always the important question of where because if it was on land, the rules of that country will apply and if it was on the sea, it depends on which territory you are in. There is also a ship jail most of the time until people can get detained at the next port.

If you have travel insurance (always do if you travel anywhere expensive or on a longer term), they will refund it when you are injured or cannot attend sometimes because of sickness etc. However boredom does not equal a refund and I assume neither might something like pregnancy which was a decision made by you. Also, travelling start being unsafe at around the 20th week mark and this ships policy requires you to leave either if you are in the 23rd or 24th week.

That's basically it but yeah, if you have any questions that I could answer, hit me with it

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