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buckys-wintersoldier · 21 days

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Dinner with the mobster | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Mob!Single!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> Your boss - who is also the most feared man in town - asks you to go out for dinner with him. When he suggests to take his daughter with him, you agree to go out with them.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2.295

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Hi I absolutely love your work. I was wondering if you could write a mob boss! Single dad!Bucky Barnes x reader. Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable. Thank you 🤎🤎

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you so much for your nice words, they really mean a lot and thank you for the sweet request. I wanted to write more for Mob!Bucky and your request was the perfect opportunity to do so. I hope you like what I made with it.🩷🩷 Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> AFG Fluff Bingo | Row Two-One | First Date | @anyfandomfluffbingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes, the most popular mobster in town, has at least one hundred men who are protecting him and another one hundred men as well as women who clean his house, cook for him, or do other chores. His house - his villa - near the forest is almost not even in town anymore. The man could have every woman, and almost every woman admires him. He has long brown hair, mostly tied into a bun; his beard is trimmed; he has ocean blue eyes; and he has a smile that could light up the darkest night. James has a muscular body, is tall, and is just the dream of every woman. But even though he could have it all, he lives with his daughter alone. But he has an eye on someone, someone who doesn’t look really interested in him, which slightly confuses him but makes her more interesting for the mobster.

“Daddy, look what I found,” his princess says with a proud smile, holding up a book in her hands.

He furrows his eyebrows, his legs spread, while he sits on his couch and waits for the woman he asked to come into his office. In his hand, he holds a glass of his favorite Bourbon while he looks at his daughter. She walks closer to him, pushing herself up to sit on his lap before she holds the book closer to his face. James reads the title on it and smirks.

“That’s the book your friends - my employees - wrote into, isn’t it?” he asks with a smirk.

He told all his closest employees to write into the book after his princess was sad about having just four people - next to her - written into it. Those people were James, Sam, Steve, and Natasha. And then she asked her daddy if he knew if some more who wanted to write into it. Of course she also has friends, but the little girl prefers the big men around her, commanding them around like her daddy does, and he enjoys seeing his well-working education.

“Do you wanna see it?” she asks, kissing her daddy’s cheek softly.

The small girl looks like James - just the smaller, female version - but she has the same brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and the same smirk and pout on her lips as her daddy.

“But just until Y/N is here,” James says, and he turns his daughter around.

With his hands wrapped around her tummy, he looks over her shoulder. Her small back is pressed against his broad chest. Then she opens the book and waits for her daddy to start reading. James does, and his princess is always telling him something about the pictures before he can turn to the next side.

After a few minutes, it knocks at the door, and he looks up to see you standing there, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. You play with your fingers, looking down, while you just stand there and wait for James to give you instructions.

“I- I can- I’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumble when your nervousness grows.

“No, it’s fine. I asked you to come here, so please come in,” he says with his rough voice, and you shiver slightly.

When you met him for the first time, he was scary, and being so close to such a dangerous man can still be scary, but he is all soft and sweet around you and makes you feel like you are special to him. Little do you know you’re special to him, and he would buy the whole town, the moon, or the whole universe for you just to see your smile and hear you laughing while he is the reason for it.

James leans closer to his daughter, kissing her cheek before he lifts her off his lap and places her in front of him.

“Tell Uncle Stevie he has to give you some cookies,” James says, laughing when he sees his daughter jumping around with a giggle before she runs out of the room.

His ocean blue eyes then meet you again, and he gets off the couch as well. James walks closer to the door, gripping the doorknob while he waits for you to walk into the room to close the door behind you. It makes you a bit uncomfortable to be all alone with him in a room, but you know you’re safe.

“Wanna drink something, Bourbon? It’s a good one, my favorite bourbon.”

“N-no, thank you. I- Uhm- I’m fine, really,” you mumble.

You could face palm yourself when you realize what you just said. He didn’t want to know more, just if you wanted to have a drink. You inhale deeply while he leads you to the couch. When the two of you are taking a seat, he smiles and turns his head toward you.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“N-no. I can take care of your daughter when you have plans for tonight.”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” he laughs softly and takes a sip of his bourbon. “More like, do you have time to go out with me?”

Your mouth drops open, and you swallow hard, rubbing your palms over your pants to dry the sweat.

“I- You’re my boss, James,” you say quietly, turning your head away.

He chuckles softly and slides his hand to your back, stroking it softly while he takes another sip of his bourbon. The shiver along your spine makes him grin even more, and the way your body reacts to his touch lets him admire you even more.

“I’m not asking you, actually. Babydoll, let me take you out, please.”

“I-I don’t want to overstep boundaries. I- James, I should go back to my room,” you mumble.

Bucky chuckles; the way his body vibrates against yours sent another shiver along your spine. His thumb moves closer to your lips before he slides it over them, making you gasp. Your boss is so close, you can feel his hot breath on your skin; his touches are like electricity, causing more goosebumps all over your skin. Bucky leans closer, his lips almost touching your ear, inhaling your scent before he kisses your earlobe.

“How about we take Mia with us? You love her, and she loves you.”

None of the two of you mentioned that there are feelings between you and Bucky. You nod softly, but he sees it and smiles, kissing your earlobe again. Then he pulls away.

“I will pick you up in an hour,” he says, getting up, and you follow.

The two of you walk to the door. He opens it and runs his fingers over your back before you walk out of the room and to yours to change into something better to go out with your boss.

Like he told you, he is knocking at your door an hour later, wearing a suit - like always - his cologne all around you, and you smile softly when you look into his beautiful face. His brown hair is tied back, and he holds the tiny hand of his daughter. She is smiling at you as well as her daddy, both admiring you in your dress. Bucky in another way as the girl, but they both can’t get their eyes off of you. Bucky clears his throat and takes a step to the side, letting you walk out of the room.

“You look beautiful, doll.”

You blush, scratching the back of your neck.

“Daddy said we gonna go to my favorite restaurant,” she tells you with a proud smile.

You’re still not pretty sure what to say or how to act since your boss has invited you to go out with him. So you smile nicely and walk with him and Mia to the cars in the garage.

Bucky is a gentleman, opening the door for you, making sure you’re comfortable, but always taking care of his daughter too.

When you arrive at the restaurant, he takes your hand in his, stroking his thumb over the back of your hand. He makes sure you’re comfortable; otherwise, he would immediately let go of your hand. But there is not even a hint of discomfort on your face, just a small smile on your lips. Together with you and Mia, he walks to the entrance, letting the two of you walk into it before he follows you.

“Good evening,” the waiter says, his muscles tensing when he sees Bucky.

“Good evening, a table for three by the name of Barnes.”

The man in front of Bucky nods and shows you the table. You’re helping Mia out of her jacket and talking to her while you walk through the restaurant. The eyes of the people widen when they see James walking with his daughter and a woman through the room. He smirks when he offers you a seat, takes your and Mia’s jackets out of your hands, and sits across from you, smiling widely with his steel blue eyes piercing into yours. His tattoo-covered arms rest with the sleeves slightly up and his arms on the table, and he just admires you while you look between Mia and him with a small smile.

“Good evening. Have you already decided what you like to eat?” a woman asks, her smile shy, and her eyes dart from Bucky to you and back to the muscular man.

“As always, for my daughter and for me,” he says, then turns his face to you and smiles softly. “And you, doll?”

A shiver rushes through your body, and butterflies go crazy in your belly when he calls you by that nickname in front of other people. Then you look at the waitress and order your food as well. She just nods, takes the menus, and walks back to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” Mia asks, her hand touching yours.

“Yes?”

“Do you like daddy?”

You almost choke on your own saliva when she asks that. Of course you do; who doesn’t? He is a gentle and soft man; he is beautiful, muscular, and makes you laugh. You feel safe with him, not just because there are always some of his men around, but just because of him. On the other hand, he doesn’t act in a soft way with others like you always thought, which makes the feelings you have for him stronger. Bucky doesn’t say anything to the question; he just smirks and waits for you to answer, wanting to know what you think about him.

“I-I- He is nice, but he is my boss,” you mumble.

“But you like him?”

“Yes, but I like you too, Mia.”

“So do you want to be my new mommy?”

This question caught you off guard, and your jaw drops immediately. Bucky chuckles are low and rough, causing your skin to tingle. He makes you feel things you never thought you would feel, especially not for him. The most fearful man in town, a mobster. But also your boss, a wonderful and sweet man and daddy of a beautiful and cute daughter.

“Say yes, and I’m gonna make you mine tonight,” he says.

Your breath hitches, your body shakes softly in anticipation, and you nod. Do you want it? Want to be his? Of course, you definitely want to be his.

“Y-yes.”

Mia smirks, ready to throw herself around your neck, but the food arrives at your table and she learned manners from her daddy, so she just squirms a bit in her seat but starts eating and smirks the whole time at you. Your cheeks are red, and you fix the plate with food in front of you instead of facing Bucky. What if he just wanted to know what you feel for him, but he just wants to play with you? But he is just so soft with you and not with any other woman around him.

“Doll?” his rough voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look at him. “Please let me make you mine. I know the way you look at me, and you’re the only woman I want to have. I have loved you since we first met.”

“O-Oke. B-But I can’t work for you then. H-How can I pay for my things?”

“You don’t have to pay anything. Don’t forget who you’re talking to; you will get everything you need, and you just need to ask me,” he tells you with the softest smile you have ever seen.

When you nod again, his eyes light up, and he can’t help but get up to walk around the table. He gets on his knees next to you, capturing your cheeks with his big hands before he leans closer and presses his soft, plumb lips on yours. Kissing you in a way no one has ever kissed you before, so filled with love and passion. When you kiss him back, he smirks, pulling you even closer, and your hands grip his shoulder, your fingers sliding along his neck. Mia cheers quietly, giggling and looking at the two of you in awe while he bits into her nugget. You blush when Bucky leans back, his thumb stroking your lips, and his blue eyes say more than words could ever say.

“I love you, doll. My precious doll.”

“I-I love you, too.”

“Andddddd I love you. And my nuggies,” Mia says, holding her nugget up to show it.

“Yeah. We love you too, little girl,” Bucky laughs and kisses you again, then he gets up and takes his seat again to finish eating.

Your cheeks are still red, especially when you recognize that everyone in the restaurant was looking at the two of you. But when you look at Bucky, every fear fades away, and you feel just loved by him.

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taoofshigeru · 8 months

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Sea of Stars Initial Thoughts

I started on Sea of Stars last night. Quick assorted thoughts (bulleted with asterisks because tumblr autoformats my preferred > bullets):

*I was actually really bored for the first hour or so. I don't like extended childhood flashbacks all that much, and they teased us with the adult protagonists before sending us through the flashback/montage of all time. I got why we needed to see Valere and Zale and Garl enter into the forbidden cave and have Garl get hurt. But afterwards, I feel like a good film editor could've cut the sequence where Valere and Zale start training, start sewing, continue sewing, continue training, train some more, say their solstice warrior vows, complete their final training test, and walk through the first dungeon before flashing 5 minutes forward to the tutorial at the start of the game. My beef is not with the extended academy sequence, but with having the game start with them as adults if it's gonna flash back that quickly for that long. **BUT I can at least see what they were going for because Garl seems to be the emotional center of the game thus far, and that has real narrative potential. It frames the story so that we're introduced to Valere+Zale, they're very open about the guilt and regrets of the incident that led to Garl losing his eye, and then we see how it happened and how they never saw him for ten years since. But then the cookie jar+note shows up midway through the montage, and it's pretty clear he doesn't hold a grudge and still cares for them, and they still care for him. **Then he shows up in modern times as a jolly giant with cooking skills and a sincere desire to come along and help. Valere and Zale are actually hesitant to let him come, without any adults present to tell them no, because they know how dangerous it will be. But he sticks it out and makes his point that the cooking and beefy physique make him an asset, and the three friends are reunited with another huge hug. It's very sweet, but it also highlights that Garl, despite not being "chosen", has something that makes him an indispensable part of the group. Dude's got a great attitude and is keeping himself in the battle party through years of hard work not unlike what Valere and Zale experienced in the opening hour. **Like, between the Archivist and Elder Mist's vague statements about slight diversions from the initial timeline/Garl's unique potential of bringing "it" back, I wouldn't be surprised if he was the secret sauce that saves the world when all is said and done. And if that happens, 11/10 writing.

*Combat is so-so so far. The combined mechanics of timed hits/breaks are hit or miss in my book. I always feel like I'm leaving stuff on the table, and it feels like a more button-mash heavy version of Octopath Traveler's break/boost system without the corresponding ability to autopilot vs mobs because attention is always needed to block enemy attacks. It feels mechanically like a game that considered various criticisms of turn-based RPGs and ended up with mechanics that might attempt to appeal to people who didn't like the genre to begin with. That said, only 90 minutes in and ready to reconsider my opinion as new info comes to light.

*I wanted to hold off on Crosscode comparisons, despite the fact that both are heavy on isometric platforming elements and hidden object-heavy environments. But then the Forbidden Cave literally had a Laser Bridge!

Emilie-Sophie de Belmond would be proud.

#sea of stars #spoilers #sea of stars garl

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 3 years

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Transformers Siege (WFC) character review!(2/2)

Red Alert!!;

He was more involved with Elita’s team towards the end of season two. I wasn’t gonna talk about him, but looking back- Red Alert is not only a FINE piece of ass, not only does he get a good one liner involving his own name, but this dude just fucks. Like he's got that vibe. 7/10 for sexy doctor vibes and contributing to shit to the team.

Ultra Magnus!!;

Okay, Ultra Magnus kinda swapped roles in the same way Skyfire does. As in, his relationship with Megatron is a LOT like Optimus’s and Megatron’s relationship in tfp. As in, Ultra Magnus still cares for Megatron so much, he becomes Megatron’s prisoner, and even refuses to shoot him. He’s stubborn, but in a noble sense. 7/10, because he gave Megatron such a middle finger before he died, and I love it when a character does that.

Sound Blaster!!;

This dude was in ONE episode. And I loved him in it. You kidding? Big boss dude that has a Soundwave complex from being one of his clones? Loved him. Good colors, pretty good voice, and I kinda wished he was a recurring bad guy, because mob boss characters just fucking get to me. 7/10.

Peg leg!!;

Not his official name, and he’s a minor character. But I still wanna talk about him, because of the ark he plays in Megatron’s story. To cut it short, Peg Leg was a bot who worked at one of the power plants for Megatron, and he was SO devoted to him. Like he REALLY felt the cause with him, felt as if Megatron was some sort of savior to him. Seriously, this episode, this CHARACTER, gave me so much angst, it really, REALLY hurt to see him essentially be killed off for Megatron’s plan. He’s cute, I love him, he’s IMPORTANT to Megatron’s story, 8/10, still not fucking over it.

Skylynx!!;

Another character that only came out in one episode, I still wanted to address him and his ark for Optimus. He wanted to carry the Matrix, but because he was acting the hell up, Alpha Trion sent him to unspace, where he spent who knows how long reflecting on his actions. Because of this, he was able to help Optimus think, reflect, and make his way out of unspace in order to find the allspark. The episode in question was honestly kinda huge for Optimus, and I really appreciate a proud character being made to be so humble for this situation. 7/10.

Dinobot!!;

The guy we were ALL fucking excited about when he was teased at the end of season 2. This dinobot, instead of switching sides like in beast wars, stayed primarily with the predacons, up until his dying moments, and they handled his process in a very unique, and kinda fascinating way. They had Airrazor sort of talk to him about making his own choices, and I really appreciated that. I think my only complaint about his character is the fact that unless you’ve seen beast wars, you can’t fully appreciate this character as much. His VA is a bit different (not that it’s bad, I just miss the snarling), and his ending, while it did do something to me, wasn’t NEARLY as powerful as the beast wars version. At least they didn’t revive him in this one, I’ll give them props for that. 7/10. Not bad, but I prefer beast wars by a landslide (though DAMN they make him look good in this show).

Blackarachnia!!;

Sneaky fem fatale gone LESBIAN on our asses. Seriously, girl comes off as almost SCARED of hetero relationships, and while I did ship Blackarachnia and Silverbolt back in the day, I REALLY appreciate seeing her not only calling Arcee cute, but SMOOCHING Airrazor. Tigatron’s gf now has a gf, and everyone is okay with this. We love it, she’s sneaky, she’s gay, she’s kinky, and we WISH we could look as she does. 10/10, LOVE watching her on screen, and I wished she could smooch on the lips like she deserves.

#reviews #blackarachnia #dinobot #skylynx #peg leg #sound blaster #ultra magnus #red alert

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artcupcakes · 3 years

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“Be the change you want to see”

Here’s the playlist as can be found on Spotify and an explanation for song the choices under the cut ^u^

I am praying to god this copied code works to embed the playlist. Let me know if it doesn’t work.

ALT LINK BECUASE I SUCK AT EMBEDNING APRRENTLY https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2TbNlVJN7d9doE7K1KnBkm?si=f54fdeda914c4ca0

I’ll make a more reblog friendly version of this eventually lol.

The reasoning behind each song:

1. Little Boy - Barns Courtney.

So this is one of song is here to represent Dallas and Houston’s early life and that aspect.

I imagine growing up with a young Houston put a bit of expectations on Dallas to be a good older brother. However still Dallas is very young and most reasons for criminal behavior are environmental. So while not the best role model, he still does try.

Young Dallas is pulling in a lot money and goods from that job he doesn't talk about(The mob) while Houston, still young, seems to not be heading in that direction.

This possible pressure to be as good would cause a lot of frustration that leads to hire more quite but seething attuite later in life. His brother is both the worst and the best brother in Houston’s life at this point.

Later on in life Dallas will fondly remember these times as good and simple...

Houston not so much.

Little boy inside my chest Beat my heart just like a drum Tell him I'll never forget How it was when we were young.

2. Freaks - Surf Curse

Another aspect of their younger self's relationship in my opinion would be being outcastes.

After all as kids and teenagers can be cruel and are quick to hop against anything that’s different. Houston’s lack of social skills or maybe even an unwillingness to socialize, preferring to be alone would differently cause this.

Heck even Dallas’s association with the mob could also cause issue.

Don’t go near the Steele kid, if you upset him the consequences could be very bad. He is after all with the mob.

Feelings of isolation, weather or not he chose such a thing would cause some issues. Making him more Neurotic and maybe even a little self-sabatoshing. But even still he craves affection he will not getting. Making him apathic towards other’s pain later in life.

Don't kill me just help me run away From everyone I need a place to stay Where I can cover up my face Don't cry, I am just a freak

Meanwhile Dallas is dealing with his own problems. You see he was ordered to assasinate someone by the Chicago mob, a young female informant. This would fester and grow into his betrayal of the mob.

My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully I won't wake up this time

But it’s likely neither of them talk about it. Just their feelings of negativity with no apparent reason why being thrown at each other. And yet that earlier fondness was still there.

Even as this gap between them grows and transforms the relationship...

3. Locked In A Cage - Brick + Mortar

Let’s face it, both brothers don’t have the best control of their anger.

It might not be obvious at first though. Rather than festering through physical actions, it’s through speech or even lack of speech. Cutting words and harsh shouting. If you are already stressed chances are you’re not going to entertain someone else anger.

A build of a complicated feelings turn to a boil. Both in the past and in the present of the Payday timeline.

A wishing to return to something peaceful. But an unwillingness to let go of anger. They were right and the other brother was wrong clearly. Maybe even a resident of what the other represents. Inferiority and Superiority.

A unwillingness to compromise despite their deeper wishes to repair the old.

All coming to a head with a punch. Physical violence is not recommended to fix most situations, but here it strangely worked. Years of walking around an issues finally being worked out of their system.

An understanding of each other.

They might not like it, but they at least now they understand each other.

You know I got the anger of a burning sun, Say hold up just a minute, don't burn me now, If you burn me down you'll never find your way, If you burn me down, it's true, a little drop of dreams,

4. Two Birds - Regina Spektor

You know I had to do it.

The two brothers who where at first close but then slowly grew a part?

One looking for freedom, the other saying the same but actually looking for comfort. A tale of the pursuit of freedom vs the pursuit of safety.

As one brother leaves south the other is left alone. All alone. The one thing he was told wasn’t going to happen. Or maybe he just thought that and wasn’t told at all? The truth is unknown.

An older brother see’s his younger half say one thing before doing the other. A liar looking to save face. More concerned with image. He sees his younger brother vain. It’s time for action. And a man offers him that. An offer for a Payday. When he offers the same to his younger brother two years later, there’s hesitancy.

A mournful anger filled with disappointment.

Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire He says that he will But he's just a liar

5. Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots

Mutual nostalgia comes in many forms though. And it can be bonding. It can reframe older memories. A drink shared between two coworkers. Two brothers. A quiet conversation full of things understanding.

Words made to mask sincerity become more truthful. A sliver of vulnerability as they understand each other.

Used to play pretend Give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space But now they're laughing at our face singing "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah

6. Have a Seat Misery - Shayfer James

How do you think Dallas asked his brother to join the Payday gang?

Did he grip Hoxton’s mask as he asked for a small favor? Did he hunt his brother down? Or did his brother contact him at a good time? Perhaps Bain set it up instead. After all despite having many crimes under his belt, the young Steele is a ghost.

Either way inviting someone under the pretense of identity identity is not a good idea. Ongoing identity theft may lead to him actually losing touch with his own identity, however fragile that image has been built up in his thirty years on this planet.

Have a seat misery, Lord how I’ve missed you, Don’t go crying to me, That I kept you away for too long,

7. Miracle Mile - The Unseen Guest

Well first impressions are never that good. Even if the younger brother already knew Chains from before, he was a lot different now. Or at least he thinks so.

Experience leads to confidence.

It can be mistaken as arrogance.

On both sides.

But even still the deals been sweeten and the newer Hoxton is on the team now. And the Payday Gang is more than ready to get some revenge and make some money.

Even if it kills them.

On that miracle mile Where I got my start Is it a crime To take it to heart Cause the sun never shines On that great parade That leads down the line That ends at your gate

8. Seashore - The Regrettes

Maybe nicknames can be seen as condescending or a way to undercut authority.

And maybe the brothers did use it like that some times. But other times where truthful. Were meant to be sentimental.

Eye rolls and arguments that never happen due to this.

However if they're one person they don’t want patronizing them, it’s their enemies. They’ll burn those idiots together.

Teach em a lesson.

You're talkin' to me like a bitch Do you ever hear the way that you speak? Don't have to be so mean just 'cause you're weak I'm like nobody else, so you can just go fuck yourself I do a lot of stupid stuff but don't act like you're so tough

9. Steal from the Rich, Give to Myself - Simon Viklund

"They're going to do everything they can to take you down!"

As the two worked together more in fights they understood each outside of fights even more. A recognition of body language and speech patterns. Relearning something they thought they knew about the other.

Cutting words turned into friendlier banter.

Mutual laughter over their enemies. Lack of restraint as they gain power, this could lead to some messy fights. But they stopped sticking. Just a few punches thrown and then an hour to cool off before going back to friendly terms.

Some say it was a shame that it came at a cost of their own morality. But hey that’s what they have Bain for. He’s not going anywhere.

And all the while I got this faint suspicion That I have fallen from grace I make believe that I'm dining with kings I'm justifying reprehensible things The wind is rising underneath my feathers The sun is hot on my wings You can't control me I can't even control myself

10. Paper Planes - M.I.A

Their is nothing like the rush of a heisting spree with people your close with. A high unmatched with others. Getting away with a grand sin. All while in good company. And now they where about to break out Dallas’s old friend.

And his excitement and determination was infectious.

Nothing can go wrong. This will be the best day of the Steele brothers lives.

Sometimes I think sitting on trains Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame Bona fide hustler making my name

11. Icarus - Bastille

How do you deal with guilt? What happens when your purpose fulfilled? You have no reason to be here anymore, why not raise your wings.

And all your brother can do is scream in agony as his young brother runs through bullet storms barely dodging. But your purpose is done so their is no need to be careful.

Why not fly through the sun?

Because others care about him. Your younger brother, the one you heal, you fight, you love, has lost the plot. Afraid of fading he’s doing something more stupid. You can’t be everywhere at once and yet he blames you for that. But don’t you deserve it... You do have a habit of leaving others behind. No matter how much it hurt

You put up your defences when you leave You leave because you're certain Of who you want to be

12. Godspeed - Shayfer James

The tension has is seconds from snapping.

And yet there’s care. Tremulously frustrating yet caring.

The expectation that the other was reliable has been broken. Yet they still do relay on each other. An expectation of disappointment. Yet anger when it does happen. Yet pleased joy when it does not.

A back in forth, tug and pull of emotions.

You’ve got some nerve to be coming around with that smile on your face and your feet on the ground I used to be someone that you could believe but it’s been a while, been a while

13. Ms. Led - Jack Stauber

Apologies aren't common between them. When they do happen it’s quiet and tender. A giving up of pride. Vulnerability they didn’t have the luxury of showing before.

They learned to be gentle with each other. To not break the other. Pain dose not always make you stronger. Sometimes it’s just that; Pain.

Something they had to teach both themselves and each other.

Alone and dull You needed therapy I gave you all You wanted more from me

14. Scared of the Dark - Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla Sign

Pain is not a good foundation. Comfort how ever can be.

Great for building something new. A new identity. To be better than those past mistakes. To move on from it all. With the knowledge and support of the other brother.

Two stars with in the same galaxy. They depend on the same gravity and energy. And a new understanding of that.

Even if they die right here on the White House.

They are brothers. They are Dallas and Houston. They’re in this together

I'm not scared of the dark I'm not running, running, running No, I'm not afraid of the fall I'm not scared, not at all Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark?

15. Fire & Flame

Maybe they weren’t groom for sacrifice.

Maybe their brothership was based upon unstable tumultuous circumstance.

But one can not deny that they’re world will change forever.

An explosion, colossal, when the munitions blew Devastation and debris for miles fired through The Mont-Blanc was gone, and the town with it, too And the waters raged up in return

16. Still Alive (J.C Mix) - Aperture Science Psychoacoustice Laboratories

Living through some shit and making it to the beach side is something. All hell and understanding is left in awe.

Maybe there’s something to prophecies

Go ahead and leave me I think I'd prefer to stay inside Maybe you'll find someone else To help you?

17. One Day - Lovejoy

Many can look into the past to see what the future holds in store...

One day, I know that you will be there One day, I'll focus on the future, maybe One day, oh baby, isn't life so Fucking inconsistent?

18. Privately Own Spiral Galaxy - Crywank

When two are together this ability can increase. But it can also lead to more negative thinking. But there’s something to be said in that style of thought. So a balance is needed.

Two brothers working together.

As it always been. Even when it wasn’t. Even when they where apart

Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air Must I care for nothing more than myself? Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting, resorting in inner-directed mourning, for the part of me that was selfless but left without a warning Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest, this obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head Oh shit, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend, revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend, anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend

19. I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

Reflection is bittersweet like most of life. Every person you love leave you but you have their memories with you always. The feels and stories that can be passed on. Let their memory live.

But what about criminals who secrets are safer to be such?

Do the brothers story just die like that? Casted aside and forgotten?

With simple songs, I wanted more Perfection is so quick to bore You are my beautiful, by far Our flaws are who we really are

I used to hear a simple song That was until you came along You took my broken melody And now, I hear a symphony

20. Hidden in the Sand - Tally Hall

A moment of calm as two brothers just be. An enjoyable moment free from everything else.

Did they got what they deserved? It doesn't matter. Maybe later it will. But not now.

Now it’s just two brothers.

Silence has never been more comforting and soft.

We were playing in the sand And you found a little band You told me you fell in love with it Hadn't gone as I planned

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Dark Fic Recs

@rhodee asked me for some dark fic recs and since this is one of my favorite tropes, I know quite some. I wanna make clear from the beginning that those are dark fics. Means stories with fucked up/morally dubious/voilent content. And not salty “Team Cap was mean to me, so I become evil now” kind of fics. If you’re interested in the latter, I am the wrong person to ask.

Some of them are much darker than the others, but you should read for each one carefully the tags and/or the Author’s Note, since some have special twists in the end that aren’t mentioned in the tags.

Basically: know your limits.

Dark!Tony fics (my personal preference)

Faster, Colder, Sharper by Penned (WinterIron)

Tony is kidnapped by Hydra. When the team gets him back, he has changed far more than they suspect. More than even the surface shows.

Bucky though, he notices it all.

A de-aged Tony fic with Bucky as a caretaker... of sorts.

Radioactive by Valmasy (WinterIron, Series)

The pain is all-encompassing. It’s all he can think about. It’s all he feels. It’s all he breathes. It’s all he lives. Like a barbed net, its sharpness swallows him whole, over and over and over. Tony’s mind tries to hide, tries to save itself, but the pain finds him even then. It burns away at his resistance until all he is crumbles, until he’s nothing but ash and dust.

Attack dog by salytierra (Stony)

Steve doesn't swim in self-delusion. He knows that he is sick and that his owner is even worse. He is aware of it every time he rips some nameless guy’s throat out and feels the crunch of bones under his fingers. He is aware of it every time the rush of adrenaline at seeing life slip away from a stranger’s eyes hits him and gets him bothered and panting in ways that have nothing to do with physical exhaustion.

But it feels so good…

His owner’s approach is less personal. His shots fall clean and take out several foes at a time, his figure elegant and so graceful he looks like a god among savages. He is power incarnated, cold and burning like a sun at the same time… and Steve tries not to focus on him when they are fighting together, least his knees go weak and his technique falters. It’s fine though. They will go home afterwards and his owner will fuck him on the hard floor, with most of their gear still on and a vicious grip in his hair.

Anatomy of a Moral Man by ShyOwl (Stony, WIP)

At a young age Tony understood he was not meant to be a hero and the world, he believes, is far better for it. With his rule now set in stone, his life is finally settling down. That is until something was found buried underneath the ice.

Tony may not be a hero but that did not stop him from falling in love with one.

In Restless Dreams by charocalwinter (WinterIron, WIP)

When he discovers what he believes to be the truth about his parents’ recent deaths, a powerful and morally ambiguous Tony Stark sets out to get his revenge on Steve Rogers. How does Bucky Barnes fit into this feud and why isn't anybody giving him a pair of socks?

“It isn’t often that Tony Stark finds himself unsure of anything, but this situation has him doubting his every thought, his every move … with Rogers comes James, and that boy is muddling Tony’s mind.” ~ interrupted excerpt from ch 4.

A Pound of Flesh by jellybeanforest (Stony)

To save Bucky, Steve volunteers to work off his debt to the Carbonell crime family. Unfortunately, he is unsuited for the role of enforcer, unable to beat and murder those in the same position as Bucky. He is brought before the mob boss, Tony Stark, who demands his pound of flesh in the wake of Steve’s failure. But upon seeing the attractive blond, Tony proposes alternative employment, one that won’t require him to harm others: Becoming his kept man.

“This isn’t an offer I make often, so you should be flattered – count yourself lucky, even – that I am extending you this rare opportunity.”

“To be raped repeatedly?”

“To have a second chance to work off your debts after you failed so spectacularly the first time. But I don’t have to. I could just use these knives I’ve brought along, carve up that pretty face of yours like a Thankgiving turkey, which would be a shame, really. Then I suppose I’d have to pay a visit to your little friend. This entire exercise has been a waste of my valuable time… perhaps I’ll take an arm for my trouble,” he muses. “So, tell me, Rogers, is Barnes right- or left-handed?”

It’s an offer Steve can’t refuse.

Take Away (everything I am) by salytierra (WinterIron)

“Everyone I kill deserves to die.”

“True. But try to explain that to Captain Justice and Faith.” He takes a gulp of the scotch right out of the bottle and flops down on Tony’s lap, straddling his hips. “He cares too much. You and I? – We do what needs to be done.”

Tony circles his waist with both arms and pulls him closer, opening his mouth when Barnes offers him the bottle and swallowing the bitter liquid dry.

“Nobody ever believed I was able to care. So why should I?”

“Coming from somebody who is expected and probably should care more but doesn’t really give a fuck? – I’ll drink to that.”

Operant Conditioning by dracusfyre (WinterIron, Series)

In which Tony is HYDRA and Bucky’s handler.

in another country (people die) by pprfaith (FrostIron)

“The world is not your playground, Stark!” Fury yells at him one time, after he maybe brings down a building or two and Tony just laughs because, seriously, yes it is.

on the bleeding edge by esama (Pepperony, WIP, abandoned (still good tho))

Tony Stark goes back in time and becomes a super villain.

Almost Perfect by One and Five Nines (Obani) (Stony, Comic)

A powerful enemy invades from an alternate reality, but the only thing he really seems interested in is Steve Rogers

Eventually by One and Five Nines (Obani) (Stony, Comic, WIP)

Tony is godking of the wasteland. Steve is not.

Victim!Tony fics

Deliver Us by romanoff (FrostIron)

Loki comes back for revenge. Tony Stark is his captive.

“Why,” he tries, voice failing “do you want me.” He coughs into the ash.

“A king needs an advisor. A king needs concubines. A conquering king must learn the ways of the natives or risk expulsion,” he wipes blood from the sceptre with the end of his coat “and I’m rather fond of you, I think. Even in the face of death you use your wit, you charm with your tongue. It reminds me of myself, maybe, one or two millennia ago.”

Terms & Conditions by Penned (WinterIron)

Tony Stark is desperate and trusts too easily. Bucky Barnes takes advantage of that.

A mob AU with no powers, featuring a very dark, very off-kilter Bucky.

(reverse) Kidnapping by AngeNoir (WinterIron)

Tony Stark is wallowing. He has a right to - he's just finished the funeral preparations for his parents in New York. He didn't expect them to live forever, but still...

And then he falls asleep from his bender.

And wakes up in a nightmare.

(Is it a nightmare?)

Anything (and Everything) - remix by Penned (WinterIron)

The Soldier will do anything to make Tony happy, with or without his explicit consent.

Heavily inspired by Shi_Toyu's IronWinter Holiday Exchange fic "Anything." This is a much darker version of that story.

like flowers soaked in monochrome by deathsweetqueen (Stony)

Steve Rogers woke up to a world where everyone he loved and knew had forged on without him. But this world, it's nothing like he's used. It wants something brutal from him, something unforgiving. There are so many compromises to make. There are too many monsters behind kind smiles.

But if it means keeping Tony safe, if it means protecting him, he's willing to do whatever it takes.

He can't be soft.

After all, the weak are meat; the strong do eat.

Sins of Omission by Kiyaar (Stony, WIP (tbh I still haven’t started reading this story, but the tags and summary sound perfect!))

A Post-Civil War, Pre-Secret Invasion AU where Steve is dead, Tony's a mess, and everything sucks.

In which Tony deals poorly with Steve's death, falls off the wagon, sees ghosts, and misses a lot.

Oh, and the Skrulls are about to invade.

That’s it. Read all warnings carefully and enjoy!

#fic recs #winteriron #buckytony #stony #stevetony #frostiron #lokitony #pepperony #only one pepperony tho :(#dark fics

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Hellblazer Issue #6

While I have read all of this before, I am trying to look at this, in some ways, like I am seeing it for the first time. I’m trying to bring out some of the initial, raw thoughts I had when I had read it the first time.

In keeping with the theme of showing the dark sides of society in these early chapters, it was only a matter of time before the subject of racism and white supremacy came up. This is such a tricky subject to approach no matter what medium is used (comics, novels, plays, TV, etc), and you could argue that it isn’t handled in the most…graceful manner. However, it is good that this is addressed in the series. These dark sides of humanity heavily characterize John’s world; parts of society that a lot of the more privileged members prefer to not see. For John, who sees the worst the world has to offer, these issues are all around him; loud, unavoidable, and heavily tainting even the brightest of moments. John is a cynical man, and it’s not hard to see why. Sadly, this is an all too real reflection of the real world.

I think that growing up the way he did and the area of London he lives in allows John to see a lot of the problems that the upper class (the snobs of the world) and most politicians choose to ignore and puts them front and center; hate crimes, crime just in general, poverty, prostitution/exploitation of women, and the effects this sort of environment has on the young people who can’t escape it. Now, I have never been to London, or Europe for that matter, so I’m not sure if this is just an exaggeration of what the area is like; Delano exaggerating the poverty situation in this area for story-telling purposes. Therefore, I’m not sure how accurate my assumptions are surrounding how “real” this portrayal is of the time this series takes place in. But, I did grow up in another big city; Chicago. And using what I know from life there, I can say that issues like these in certain neighborhoods and projects in and around big cities are very real and very hard to properly impress upon one who hasn’t experienced life there just how very dangerous and terrible they are.

When I left Chicago, I was stunned when I found out that, for people outside the city, gun violence and arson weren’t a normal part of life. Gang activity, using techniques to ward off pick pockets, and knowing which bakeries were fronts for drug smugglers weren’t common knowledge or part of everyday life. It honestly blew me away to see the reaction people had in the other parts of the Midwestern United States I have lived in when someone would go missing or get busted for using meth; the whole town would take it very personally. But for me I felt almost nothing; one person went missing here, but in Chicago, at least 4 people went missing, three died from a drive-by, and the mortician I’m friends with buried two bodies in one casket (one hidden below the other) in order to hide a murder victim who was taken out by the mob (I wish I was joking). So, suffice to say, as sad and disturbing a world John lives in, exaggerated or not, it feels strangely real to me. It’s in big cities like Chicago and London that I think racial violence gets particularly dangerous (don’t quote me on that. But the amount of people who die for being Hispanic/black in Chicago via gun is staggering). Big cities might be seen as colorful due to the mix of languages, ethnicities, and cultures, but it’s also because of this prejudice is often on full display. The more reasons there are to “other” people, the more people will find a way to do it. And it’s a terrible shame. I mean, there’s no reason for that crap. I mean, is it really so hard to at the very least be respectful to each other? SMH

So! That’s just a little bit on where I’m coming from/what’s effecting my reading experience! On to some thoughts!

Aight, well the comment about the Ralph Steadman painting, as it turns out, is not an exaggeration. I looked that shit up and, honestly, he’s not wrong.

I liked that they described creating corruption and as a demon’s real art. It helps hammer home that the corruption and darkness in the hearts of people are a demonic domain which brings the hellish reality in which John lives to life. Very nice.

I love that “weird sex attacks” is in the same line as suicides and cannibalism. Something about that made me double-take.

Nice Bob Dylan reference

Am I the only one that thinks Zed’s hair is weird? Era appropriate or not, I still think it’s weird.

Smooth John…very smooth.

I’m not going to lie, I snorted when I saw what Nergal did to those racists. There’s something poetic about forcing people who unwilling to have empathy and work with/understand others be unable to escape being together. Very nice descriptions of his process in creating the bigot-abomination. Also loving how Nergal is characterized here. He is truly gross. Just…the sewer demon orgy. I was not prepared for that, but I feel like I should have been.

When they show the abomination leaving the sewers, something about the writing there made me think of The Mob Song from the Disney version of Beauty and the Beast. Anyone else get that vibe?

Now, as far as John and Zed go, I’m not sure if I’d call them a couple. Seems inaccurate. Would this be more like FWB? I mean there is clearly trust there, but we don’t see a lot of depth beyond that. I mean, chemistry? I’m not sure how to say. Not saying it’s bad or anything, but nothing that says “they so cute” either. Maybe this was intentional.

I fucking love Ray. He is such a sweet man. Dude he just…he deserves better. He really does.

Also, once again, freaking love the cover art. 10/10.

Words I had to look up (also, for the derogatory words I include below I mean no offense; these were honest to God words that I didn’t know the meaning of and saw for the first time here. I figured, based on context, they were not good, but I didn’t really know the meaning. I wanted to share that part of my experience, so I included them here):

dole- benefit paid by the government to the unemployed (familiar with it, but never seen it in that context before so I was confused)

yid- derogatory word for a Jewish person

wog- derogatory word for anyone who is not white

fug- warm, stuffy or smoky atmosphere in a room (this is my new favorite word)

strewth- interjection, expresses surprise. I think it might be something akin to “fuck!”

#Hellblazer #Issue 6 #Thoughts #reading

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I just found read your crossroads fic over on Ao3, and damn sweetheart, I am in LOVE with this classy mob styled version of Overhaul you have going on. The smut in that last chapter was abso-fucking-lutely to die for! But I really need to know something about his character in this story. He was obviously a virgin, but r there any specific kinks he’s been thinking about or planning on trying with her?

*blush* THANK YOU!!! You can blame my good friend and favorite Kai fanfic author @inorganicone2230 They’re the one that spurred me into having the idea for this fic and then (like they’ve done with all my bnha fics) encouraged me to write it and brainstormed with me.

Yes, Kai was a virgin. Though his skill level might test some folks suspension of disbelief (something I try not to do too much in my fics, even though I write mostly fantasy).

Kai’s kinks in this fic might be fairly tame by our standards. But it is a 1920′s era au fic. Don’t really know if they’re kinks; but Kai would love to spank Maya then bend her over his desk and…

...so I don’t know if you saw my post. But I decided to do a short smutty scenario thanks/inspired by this ask. So here you go. Sorry it’s so short. Between having my ‘poison juice’ (aka infusion) last Friday and unexpected visitors yesterday and the day before I’ve been kinda wiped.

FYI this little scene would take place after things settled a bit from the last and (eventual) upcoming chapter.

WARNINGS: spanking, non-con, creampie, cockwarming; Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Promised Pleasure

Removing his dust mask as Maya entered his office, Kai frowned at her attire. “That’s not what I told you to wear today.”

Maya’s shoulders tensed. She foolishly hadn’t expected her choice of clothes to be an issue. She should've known better. Still, her pride wouldn’t let her apologize. And she knew Kai would sniff out any lie.

Deciding a gently put truth was best, she stepped further in his office. “I felt like wearing this.”

Kai’s golden eyes narrowed. She was testing boundaries again. And her testing was trying his temper. “Close the door please, my Dear.”

Despite the politeness of the ask, a shiver ran up Maya’s spine. Mouth suddenly dry, she turned and closed the door with a shaky hand.

“Lock it.” Kai ordered, voice taking on a twinge of sharpness. He had called her in here hoping for a nice diversion. But with his beautiful girl acting so spiteful he would have to resign himself to giving her a lesson.

Maya’s hand paused on the door. The hair on the back of her neck prickled.

“Maya. Lock the door, Darling. You know how I dislike repeating myself.”

The slow scrape of the lock setting in place deafened Maya to everything but her ragged breathing and thundering heart. She didn’t hear Kai’s next words. So when she turned back around, it was to find him looking more annoyed then ever.

Smothering her nerves, Maya met Kai’s piercing gaze head on. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

Unlacing his fingers, Kai sat back. “I told you to come here. This is the second time I’ve had to repeat myself. I won’t do so again.”

Maya shuffled hesitantly toward Kai’s desk.

Kai pushed back and slightly turned the chair he was sitting in. “This side. Come around near me.”

She moved around the desk, stopping a couple paces from his spread legs. Skin prickling under the caress of his roving gaze, her breath caught glimpsing the bulge in his pants.

At least Kai always brought her pleasure. Unlike the disgusting landlord who had used her and left without care or glance after. Kai always made her feel special. Beautiful. Loved. In those moments of heated bliss she lost herself and forgot she was doing this solely for justice for her brother. Basking in Kai’s twisted affection and the delightful pleasure he gave she’d start to believe she truly cared for him in return. That they could make something of this. Possibly enter a real relationship that wouldn’t end when he did as he promised and saw those who killed her brother put down.

Maya stared at the tailored suit jacket hanging over the back of Kai’s chair. Anything to avoid seeing the twitching cock in his pants.

“Why don’t you serve me some water and unbutton my vest for me, Sweetheart.”

It wasn’t a question, or even a suggestion. Maya knew well enough it was an order. But with Kai’s honeyed tone and adoring gaze it was easy to trick her mind into believing there would be no consequences for disobedience.

Turning over a heavy tumbler that sat on a silver tray at the end of his desk, she took up the crystal carafe and poured. Setting the glass in front of him, her fidgeting hands fell to her side, smoothing her skirt.

Her delay in following his second commend had Kai rising to his feet. Maya stepped back even as she hurriedly reached for his vest, seeking to rectify the offense. Kai grabbed her wrist before she touched him.

Maya grimaced at the too tight grip. “I’m sorry. I--”

Kai pulled her roughly against him. Maya stumbled, heels catching on the plush area rug. She fell against his chest. His expensive cologne assaulted her nose. She loved the smell but hated smelling it as she only got a whiff when Kai had her in his space.

Suddenly gentle, Kai’s strong arms steadied her. “Careful, Sweetheart. We don’t want you hurting yourself.” He caressed her cheek, brushing the hair out of her face with a tenderness that didn’t match the blazing fire in his amber eyes.

Maya held perfectly still, struggling not to flinch. The way Kai flipped from loving and sweet to caustic and hurtful on a penny dime was what frightened her most about him.

Smiling, Kai’s head dipped. “You’re so beautiful, Darling. So soft and beautiful.”

His tender lips graced hers in a chaste kiss. Maya’s lashes fluttered closed accepting the kiss, thinking she had escaped his anger. Her body jerked at a sudden tug. The sound of something ripping rang out in the room. A sudden cold strike of air hit her front torso pebbling her nipples.

Maya’s eyes shot open with a gasping cry. Kai had rent her blouse and camisole open.

“If you refuse to wear what I tell you to. Maybe you should be left with nothing to wear at all.”

“Kai… I’m--”

Kai cupped her cheek. “I don’t want to hear it, Sweetheart. You apologize and apologize but keep on going astray from the clear, defined rules I’ve set. My love for you has seen me be more than patient. But I’m afraid my patience has come to an end.”

Maya stumbled again, her world spinning as she was quickly turned and shoved down against the desk. The glass of water she served slid off the surface and fell to the floor. It’s crash accentuated Maya’s surprised cry. Mind reeling, she didn’t feel the splash of water soak her hose.

“Ka—ah!” She broke off with a scream, senses assaulted by the sound of her tearing skirt. The cold hard desk against her breast and torso and Kai’s painful grip on the back of her neck. Her nose burned, eyes watering from the lingering smell cleaner that clung to the polished surface.

Hand still holding her down, Kai dropped her ruined skirt. His freed hand slid over the silky slip she worn. So soft, he mused. But not anywhere as soft as the flesh beneath. That covering was pulled down along with her panties.

“Kai! What are you--” Maya broke off with another shouted cry.

The crack of his hand hitting her ass echoed about the room. Maya’s back arched at the blooming fire but was roughly pushed back down against the desk.

“Stay, my Love. You wouldn’t want to upset me further and earn yourself another lesson after this.”

Wiping tears from her eyes, Maya tried to look back at him. For a moment she swore she saw a horrid bird-like beast in place of her handsome tormentor. But the monstrous vision was gone quicker than she could blink.

“Le—le—lesson?” She stammered.

“For continually testing your bounds.” Kai leaned forward, low rasp tickling her ear. “I’m afraid this will hurt, my Dear. But know, that it will hurt me to do it more than it’ll hurt you.”

Ass still stinging from the first spank Maya doubted that. By the third strike she was certain Kai enjoyed it and was glad for the chance to discipline her supposed disobedience. Confirmation of his delight came when he paused after the fourth hit and ran a hand over her blazing butt-cheeks.

Kai’s fingers traced the red marks, trailing over the rising welts. He loved Maya’s perfect, soft skin. But there was a possessive pride in seeing her flesh temporarily marred by the work of his hand. It sparked something primal in him, turning his tender caress into a rough, digging grope. She was beautiful, his beloved. A perfect little darling that would fit so well beside him in the new wholesome world he was working to usher in. Or at least she would be once she learned to listen and obey without hesitance or question.

No one but him could touch her. Certainly no one else was allowed to see her in such a weakened and debauched state. Kai growled at the thought, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. He would gouge the persons eyes out. Cut out their tongue, and break their knees and fingers. Then grant them a slow, painful death for having seen his darling like this. Because this… His other hand loosened and trailed down her neck, slinking around her side to cup her breast, reveling in the weight as she lifted a bit thinking they were done. ...this was for him, and him alone. His throbbing dick ground against her raw ass.

Maya’s lips pressed together between clenched teeth, biting back a cry at the burning pain. Halfway into righting herself her back bumped Kai’s chest.

Weight rested on his hand planted to her side on the desk, Kai’s chin hooked over her shoulder. “Think you’ve learned your lesson, Beautiful?”

Breast heaving with a shuddering breath, Maya nodded.

“Doesn’t appear so. You know how I prefer worded responses.”

“Yes!” Maya expelled. “Yes. I’ve learned my lesson. Please, Kai. I’m sorry. So very sorry. It won’t ever happen again.”

Kai’s knuckles glided down her back. Other hand gripping her hip he pulled her blistered ass against his leaking erection. “Why don’t we test that? Bend over, Sweetheart.” Annoyed as he was by her hesitance, he smiled lightly. “Either you haven’t learned your lesson. Or liked it so much you want another.”

Before Maya could respond she was pushed and held down on the desk. Her eyes shot wide at the resounding spank. Fresh tears sprang from her eyes as they squeezed shut at the sharp boiling pain. “Kai! Please! I’m--”

Another hit landed. Then another.

Kai stopped after the tenth. Staring down at her trembling frame he had a moments regret. He should have made her count. Next time, he told himself.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his vest. Amber eyes skimmed over his handy work. Just when he thought she couldn’t be more beautiful… Even her mix of drool and tears puddled on the desk were lovely.

Lost in the consuming tumble of dull thudding pain accentuated by sharp stinging bursts, Maya didn’t hear the jangle of Kai’s belt being undone. She jolted at his hand slipping between her legs. Whimpering as his prodding fingers dragging through her folds.

Kai frowned at the minimal moisture. Usually Maya got so wet for him. It wounded and upset him. But before those emotions could take root his eyes drifted back to the pool of saliva on his desk. His heart lightened. Even with her punishment his darling had thought of him and his needs. Proving she loved him as much as he loved her.

He leaned over her and kissed her tear-stained cheek. “Thank you, my Dear. You’re so sweet and good for me.”

Maya’s lashes fluttered. She watched Kai’s hand trail through her drool, gathering it.

Bringing his wet hand to his freed length, Kai slathered her saliva over his shaft. He grimaced, skin prickling with the beginnings of a inch. But soothed himself that was Maya. She was clean. Worthy. His.

It’s like indirect oral, he thought with a steadying breath. The prickling itch diminished then fully disappeared as he focused on Maya, pumping his fist to fully wet his cock.

Lining up his cock he leaned back over her and kissed her shoulder. “You’ve had you’re punishment, Darling. And you took it so well. Now, let me remind you of my love and the pleasure I can give.”

Maya’s shining eyes flicked to Kai’s. Her brow furrowed. Was it the light? Or was there a dim otherworldly glow in those honeyed depths? The image of the demon Dabi’s bright burning eyes flashed through her mind. But it vanished in an instant from the breach of Kai’s fat cock head. She would've cried out at the burning stretch if her breath hadn’t seized in her lungs.

Kai hissed at the pull of his sensitive skin. Maya’s drool helped. But it didn’t provide the smooth silky glide her delicious arousal did. Wanting the discomfort over with he snapped his hips flush against her, driving his length in her tight hole.

Fully sheathed, Kai slowly exhaled. His eyes closed, head rolling back. Taking a moment to simply feel, he basked in her velvety embrace. This would never get old. Slipping his aching cock into Maya’s perfect, tight pussy. Feeling her walls stretch to make room for him then flutter as they adjusted to his penetrating presence was something that consumed his thoughts; just like everything else about her.

Maya mewled the most pitiful whine beneath him and Kai lost it. His darling was just so sweet. So beautiful. So helpless.

His hips pulled back and slammed right back against her.

If asked, Maya wouldn’t have been able to say if her scream was from the hard thrust or Kai’s pelvis pounding into her blazing red backside.

Her back arched, lifting her off the desk.

One hand gripping her hip, Kai’s other hand grabbed the back of Maya’s neck and shoved her back down. Never once did his ramming thrusts stop.

The once dulling pain of Maya’s welted ass sharpened again. Fresh tears seeped from her eyes. Kai had lied. He had said she had her punishment. The pain was suppose to be over. But every thrust was just another spank. Until…

Kai’s feet shifted. Angling his hips he hit that spot in her that had her seeing stars.

Pleasure mixed with the pain. The rough scrape of his trousers zipper didn’t hurt as badly. Even the occasional jab of his belts buckle didn’t make her want to crawl up and die.

Kai almost reached around to finger her clit. But an idea struck him. It was scandalous. But so was fucking his darling over his desk. He groaned, cock twitching at the thought. His pace sped seeking his own release without a care for hers.

Maya rocked against the desk. Her hips started to push back against him despite the blazing pain to her ass. A different kind of heat pooled in her belly. But just as the coil started to tighten another warmth filled her.

Kai thrust deep inside Maya, cock coming alive. He grunted, pushing his hips firmly against her, driving her against the desk, seeking to get even deeper as hot ropes of cum spit from his pulsing cock.

Building orgasm lost, Maya deflated atop the desk. Her nails clawed at the polished surface, hands balling into weak fists. Though grateful it was over, she couldn’t help but be bit bitter about Kai’s second lie. ‘...let me remind you of my love and the pleasure I can give.’ Yes, she had felt some pleasure. But she hadn’t gotten her full pleasure.

She waited for Kai to pull out. When he didn’t she looked back at him.

Kai greeted her with a smug smile. “You didn’t cum. Did you?”

Maya’s mouth fell open.

Before she could respond, her torso was pulled up off the desk. Heated as his skin was through his button-up shirt, Maya shivered the instant her back touched his chest.

Kai’s arms wrapped around her. He held her firmly against him, keeping his cock snugly inside her. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Did you think I forgot about my promise, Sweetheart? I said I was going to remind you of the pleasure I can give.”

Keeping her glued against him, Kai retook his seat. Head a whirl of confusion, Maya barely grimaced at the discomfort of his softening cock shifting inside her. The heated pain of her abused butt numbed by her racing mind trying to figure out what Kai was doing.

Soon enough she got her answer and wished she never had.

“I’m a man of man word, my Love. What do you say you keep me warm while I do some work? Then I can give you that promised pleasure.”

After this, Kai might develop a breeding kink to go with spanking, rough office sex, and cokwarming.

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated.

Thank you all for being so patient with me and the posting of this fic. Special thanks to Anon for the ask and inspiring this one shot. And as always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for being the best fellow writer friend (and friend in general) and encouraging and brainstorming with me. I mean it when I say I would’ve given up posting long ago if it wasn’t for your support.

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Who do like Axel von Fersen in Marie Antoinette or Axel von Fersen in 1789 les amants de la bastille and also do you like Marie Antoinette in Marie Antoinette or in 1789 les amants de la bastille

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Dear Anon,

I am doing well, thank you very much! I hope you too.

Hmmm, as a quick answer I would say I prefer both Marie and Fersen from ‘Toho MA’, but the full answer is slightly more complicated.

Firstly, it is almost unfair to compare them to each other because in MA they are the main characters, whereas in 1789 they are main-support or secondary-mains at best.

Secondly, MA has a far bigger focus on the characters because that is what drives the plot, while the opposite is true for 1789, which mainly sells a spectacle. I myself am more fan of subtle and deep story-telling rather than spectacular shows, so the MA versions of Marie and Fersen are more to my liking.

Thirdly, the quality of the characters also depends greatly on the cast. My first view of MA is the A-cast, and therefore my impression of the characters is that they are incredibly well written. After comparison with other casts however, I started to wonder whether it was just the A-cast being too good, and the musical itself being ‘fine’. (In short; I’m not fully sure how much I’d ‘clearly’ have preferred MA Marie and Fersen were it not for A-cast. Click here for a comparison between the two casts written by my friend @wildandwhirlingwords)

But, I shall go into more detail for both characters why MA’s version appeals more to me - someone who enjoys character writing most.

🌹Marie Antoinette🌹

M.A. 2018

In my opinion Marie Antoinette is better in MA because you see her journey and her motivations. We all know that the historical Queen screwed up majorly, but in MA we see why, and in what ways she indeed had very little other choice from her own perspective. She was a flawed foreign woman in a time and place where flawed foreign women were hated most.

In the beginning of the musical the King comes tell Marie that she’d have to live more economically. Marie is clearly not very enthusiastic to hear that, but she also never protests. She just asks ‘why’ and then accepts the answer - albeit broodingly. More importantly however: we need to keep in mind that despite being called Madam Deficit, the historical Marie Antoinette was actually quite economical at first because the Austrian court where she comes from was way less extravagant than the French. It was after her marriage into French royalty that she became more extravagant, because she was criticised for “not being a proper royal” by the French. According to the court, the 14 year old Marie was “a peasant unworthy of becoming Queen.” When you’re that young and criticised by your entire new life, you do everything in your power to make sure you can actually have a life; you adapt. So when Marie was then suddenly told to stop ‘adapting and be a proper Queen worthy of the French”, we can see why more is at stake than “Karen needs to deal with only 10 dresses a week.”

Something else that adds depth to her character as opposed to her 1789 counterpart is that as the story progresses, Marie actually grows. She becomes more mature and more serious, and you see in her how all the events have a clear toll on her. From her own perspective, she really was trying very hard, but anything she tried was inadequate to improve the situation. What she didn’t know is that no matter how hard she tried, the situation was already un-salvageable before she was even born. The populace AND the court had already decided to hate her for being an unintelligent foreign woman from an enemy state, after all. This is an insight most historians nowadays agree on.

In a later scene where Margrid confronts Marie, she asks the Queen: “what makes you think you are better than us?” Marie confirms nor denies, but replies: “I am merely Queen as I was appointed by God.” When she adds: “All I know is duties, you are free,” there is also a clear sense she genuinely doesn’t know why she was appointed by God, but as she is now, all she can do is her best. She is still ignorant, which was a genuine problem about her. She does not know the hardships of not being from the top rank, allowing her say something as insensitive as: “at least you’re free.” But again, despite her ignorance, her feelings are sincere. From all the unfair expectations she was made to live up to from age 14, you really do see why ‘a life without duties’ seemed so much more appealing to her.

1789 - The Lovers of the Bastille

Marie in 1789 is more of a side-character, and the musical itself just is not very character/story driven as MA is. 1789 has the tendency to take the tropiest of tropes and stay on surface level with the characters. Ouki Kaname is an incredibly good actress and she tries her best; but she cannot do more than the script gives her to work with.

In this musical Marie is not portrayed in a very relatable or sympathetic light. She is extravagant because she has escapist fantasies, but we don’t really see what she’s escaping from. The sympathy from the audience is supposed to be drawn from the tragedy that she’s married to the King but is in love with Fersen. Oh, and she has a son but he’s mortally ill. Meanwhile however, you don’t see how her life is so bad she needs to escape... and you also don’t see Marie really being worried about her son than an occasional: “Oh Ill again? Sucks I guess. Gotta cry my eyes out on my lover’s lap, AHHH FERSEN 💗” It was not until her son had already died that Marie woke up, but the lack of portrayal of Marie’s perspective and the pacing really makes one legitimately wonder whether the child did not just die of Marie’s neglect. And about the forbidden love ...we’ve seen enough love triangles with star-crossed-lovers... I don’t know about you guys, but I am numbbbbb to this “problem”.

When Marie receives message from Olympe that she finally gets to meet her lover after a long separation at the Palais Royal, one of the first things she says is: “is that not the place where revolutionaries and prostitutes are gathered?” This immediately sets up an empathy-barrier between her and the common people. This Marie clearly views herself too good for people who do anything to get by; why would you care about her then? Because Marie’s story is not fleshed out you don’t see parts that can make you go: “oh, the revolutionaries really hate her for reasons beyond her control, she is in danger.” Or “she was raised by a puritan society, making her hate on sex-workers; that’s part of her character flaw.” Instead it’s just this Diva being quite judgemental.

Ouki was trying very hard to make the focus about her own safety, but with the script being what it is... she’s still a mostly unsympathetic character who is a martyr of forbidden love.

There is one scene where we see her take on a much more mature and responsible role. That was the first time I personally felt like Marie from 1789 is an actual human being with feelings and personal difficulties. But in great part this is Ouki’s acting... (the other cast didn’t do much for me). What is also important is that Marie was ‘humbled’ because her son died. Marie did not have much of a personal growth, and then she changes to a more sympathetic person because of an external factor just... feels less earned.

In the finale Marie appears again in her execution clothes, and the way Ouki appeared really felt like a punch in the gut. She sings “as a recompense for our griefs, people have learnt forgiveness.” However, the story skimped over the characters so much I was left to wonder: “who learned to forgive whom?” Do you think the people forgave you? Or was there somebody you hated but now learned to forgive? What was your grudge? Do you understand the angry mob’s grudge?

The finale of the musical treats like after the heroic sacrifice of the protagonist (Ronan) the oppressive monarchy was replaced by a good democracy, and a Reign of Terror will DEFINITELY not happen under Robespierre or something. But if you’ve had a BIT of European history you just know it’s a blatant lie. So the finale just feels too simplistic, and this simplistic feeling was in part presented by Marie’s very empty, lip-service-y line.

⚔️Hans Axel von Fersen⚔️

M.A. 2018

Fersen is a bit harder to compare which version is better, because honestly, depending on who plays Fersen in MA, Fersen is either the most generic Hollywood sweeping-lover-hero, or a diamond mine to excavate. In the same post linked above by my friend, she explains in detail the differences between TashiroFersen and FurukawaFersen. K-musical fans, don’t @ me, but from what I can tell, the Korean Fersens are also very... typical.

In this post I have discussed Furukawa’s Fersen in great detail, so I shall skip over these for this post. But to summarise, when portrayed by Furukawa at least, Fersen in MA is very nuanced and restrained. Even if we do not fully credit Furukawa however, then at the very least the script allows enough space and material for an actor to flesh him out so phenomenally well (I think Tashiro and some other actors just.... really missed out on the potential).

Fersen in MA incredibly memorable because the main atmosphere of the imminent doom awaiting everyone is carried by him in a way nobody else does. The moment Fersen enters you feel the tension that the musical wishes to tell. Fersen has seen revolutions, he’s seen the power of anger; he knows shit is going to hit the fan because he’s familiar with this trajectory.

Fersen has excellent self control because he knows how a lack thereof would hurt Marie’s reputation and escalate the growing chaos. You can see very clearly how Fersen does want the intimacy, but to him duty and the grander picture has priority. In all the small actions from Fersen you see how he is a savvy intellectual through and through. (More about reservation later).

In contrast to 1789, we also get to see so much more of Fersen in MA because he is the narrator and a main character. Throughout the musical he’s been trying to de-escalate the chaos and even though his plans were actually well thought-out, the problems were just simply too big for any one person to solve. When Fersen mourns Marie there is a clear sense that he is not really surprised, just really upset that things had to come so far. Instead of singing something accusatory to the angry and hungry people, he sings: “fate, why did you give her everything, only to show her hell in the end?” Fersen truly understands why the people were duly angry, but that not taking away his sorrow of losing Marie who he knows is a better person than people make her out to be.

Also in great contrast to 1789, the finale of MA is rather grim. It does not suggest hope or that all problems will eventually disappear. The story for these people have ended, but the problems and the world will continue to our days, and days far beyond ours. It gives a feeling that the world of MA is so extensive that we - the audience - are part of it. In the finale when we see Fersen again, he also stays in tune with this feeling. “How can the problems of the world be solved, what is true justice? We remain clueless” he sings, and the way he looks into the unknown distance is almost a reminder to us that nobody has reason to stop worrying and fight for justice.

1789 - the Lovers of the Bastille

Now if we were to compare MA’s Furu Fersen to 1789′s Fersen, we see a stark contrast between the two. Where Furusen was incredibly reserved and hyper aware of everything, 1789′s Fersen is just the over-romantic lover who had been pining for his love. For a moment Marie realises she probably should not be cheating on her husband and backs away. Fersen however, is the one to make further advances, actively pulling her back to his side.

When he embraces Marie you see how he is just dreaming and indulging, something Furusen would never do. Furusen might hug Marie, but not without sh*tting 50 colours. 1789′s Fersen is the sweeping Romeo that most of history makes him to be, and little more. But again, Fersen plays but a very small role in 1789, so it is also unfair to compare him to MA’s Fersen.

Regardless of whatever nuance might or might not be there however, it is also just quite hard to like this Fersen because he is ‘just another privileged aristocrat who is just needy’. When making out with Marie in Palais Royale they find out that Ronan fell asleep there drunk. Ronan simply complained that Marie was too loud and woke him, and Fersen immediately shuts him up, and then draws his sword at him for ‘speaking rudely’.

First of all Fersen and Marie, if you’re gonna do a clandestine meeting, you CHECK your surroundings. Second of all, FERSEN Ò.Ó, this peasant is untrained and weaponless; you can’t just unleash your high-ranking martial arts at him with a shiny sword. This is EXACTLY the reason the revolution happened; the people were sick of the suppression of the powerless by the powerful. UGHUM. It truly is mind-blowing to consider how 1789 Fersen and MA Fersen are both...Fersens.

This Fersen is not very involved with the revolution from either side. He just proposes to help Marie and the King escape once, but got dismissed immediately. The following time we see him it is in the finale.

There he stands, a knight in shiny armour singing a really hopeful phrase to a relatively upbeat and hopeful music: “do not rely on force, but seek for hope and courage.” Here again unlike with MA’s Fersen, you don’t really feel like this Fersen has experienced anything. It was like he was an employed special guard, told by his boss there’s nothing he needed to do, his boss is dead, and oh wellll, moving on!

Conclusion

Because Marie and Fersen in MA are main characters whose stories are fleshed out, it really is very unfair to compare them to their 1789′s counterparts in a race of ‘who is better’. In the end of the day, 1789′s aim is to sell a spectacle, and it realllly is a phenomenal piece if you’re there for the spectacle. The choreography, songs, stage, everything is masterpiece-level. So if you’re there for the spectacle you get exactly what you went there for. The story and characters however... not so much. If one is more drawn to a direct, glittery spectacle with hands-down-amazing-songs however, they’d probably find Marie and Fersen from 1789 more enjoyable. If you’re into first and impressive impressions, the MA counterparts might demand a BIT too much attention and patience to get into.

Introduction and character analysis Fersen ‘MA’ 2018

Comparative commentary on MA Cast M and Cast A

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The 14 Creepiest Arrowverse Villains:

Yes, this one should have been made for Halloween. But after the year we just had, let’s take comfort in the fact that were are not forced to ever meet this guys here on the street in the dark. While two of the villains on this list had rather big seasonal arcs, I specifically disqualified characters from here, have proper motivations and character arcs as well as villains, who are creepy but at the same time quite a lot of fun. This why you won’t find Alice, her Mouse, Ramsay, Eobard, the Trickster, Mallus, Neron or even the Thinker here.

This list mainly consists of people we want to put back in the box, they got out of, until not seeing them at least for a season or so, and who we want to yell at: „What’s wrong with you!“ while they are on screen.

14. Toyman Senior (Winslow Schott Sr., Supergirl, Henry Czerny)

Technically this one should not be on this list, because he was redeemed in Season 5, however that happend after his death and on Earth Prime rather than Supergirls Original Eart,h so we will ignore that for now (also I wrecked my head whom from „Supergirl“ to put on here, so I overlooked that on purpose). Toyman is more creepy as a concept than in reality. He blows up kids (and other than the Trickster is no fun at all while he is doing it), threatened the life of his son to get his wife to leave him and did God knows what else to said wife and son. And did not even stop terrorizing people after his death. Can you imagine growing up as Toyman’s son? Poor Winn, you truly deserved better!

13. Bug Eyed Bandit (Brie Larvan, Queen Bee, The Flash, Arrow, Emily Kinney)

Yes, it’s because of the Bees. Because she controls Mechanical Bees that sting and kill people! I am sorry, but what’s your problem, can’t you just kill your enemies like a normal person, Brie? Not to mention the whole Felicity-thing, because yes it’s totally normal to go around and kidnap and threaten to get what you want and then try to murder again. I still do not get why they let her into the Young Rogues anyway, but then … most members of that gang were all wrong, weren’t they?

12. Garfield Lynns (Arrow, Andrew Dunbar)

Most of us have tried to forget about Season 1 Episode „Burned“ for several reasons. But the villain of it is also one of those. Because, yes Mick was a Pyromanic as well, but for more complex reasons. Garfield Lynns was a fire fighter who started burning people and ended burning himself to death because of reasons and … well let’s be honest, he was nuts and burning people is not cool at all!

11. Jake Simmons (Deathbolt, Arrow, The Flash, Doug Jones)

That’s what you get, if you hire a creature actor (no offense, Doug, we love your work!) to play a psychopatic villain. Occasionally kind of fun, yes, but mostly Simmons is crazy and creepy, and we never liked him very much, but crucial Captain Cold killed him with a flimsey excuse, which no one ever bought, and let’s put it that way: If Leonard killed him just like that, there had to be something wrong with him in a big way, and yes, the hints were there, so, yeah, what a creep.

10. The Mist (Kyle Nimbus, The Flash, Antony Carrigan)

A former Mob Hitman that looks like that and can turn into Mist. Do I have to say any more? I would take Victor Szasz over this one any day. Because Nimbus … well you would not want to meet him during a misty night, would you?

9. Murmur (Michael Amar, Arrow, Adrian Glynn McMorran)

This one actually cares about his grandma, I will give him that, but SOMEONE SEWED HIS FUCKING LIPS TOGETHER! So you don’t really like looking at him, and he kind of went over board after he was pressured into joining Damien Darhk with, you know, killing everyone and joining HIVE, who as you recall planned to end the world as wen know it, so what about everyone elses grandmas, they can just die or what? No, Mister Amar, there is quite a lot wrong with you, that’s for sure.

8. Everyman (Hannibal Bates, The Flash, Various)

That one could be a tragedy, but well, he got so mixed up and wrong in the head, that he became a danger to everyone else. He is creepy trapped between shapes and he is creepy in other shapes because … you don’t just go around and kiss random women, who think you are somebody else. That is just wrong. But Bates is kind of mostly wrong, so, yeah.

7. Anthony Ivo (Arrow, Dylan Neal)

Ivo is Sara’s Personal Case of #Metoo, which really should be enough to earn him a spot on this list, but there is also his habit of keeping people in cages and the whole „You have to choose, whom I shoot dead!“- thing and all of that is only the tip of the iceberg. Not even Dylan Neal can stop me from wanting to scream at the top of my lungs: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! at Dr. Ivo.

6. Nocturna (Natalia Knight, Batwoman, Kayla Ewell)

We all know the story how Nocturna was not allowed to show up in the Animated Batman Series in the 90s, because she was considered too disturbing (Morbius on the other hand was allowed to show up in the Spider-Man Cartoon but had to … undergo some changes, which made a perfectly good vampire into the creepies cartoon-villain ever unleashed on kids and scarred me for life, but that’s another story). Here she finally is, and yes, she is rather disturbing. Because she acutally knows very well that she isn’t a vampire, but still strings her victims up and bleeds them out, after biting them with laced spikey teeth. It would be kinky, if it were the least bit sexy, which it totally isn’t, so yeah, put her away for good please.

5. Vandal Savages Hawk Creatures (Legends of Tomorrow, Various)

Season 1 of „Legends“ was quite different than what came after, but „Night of the Hawk“ was an early highlight. While it was kind of a parody, being Season 1 it still played it straight for the most part, which resulted in an episode with the vibe of „American Horror Story“: We are in on the joke, but it’s still Horror. No wonder, after all Joe Dante directed this one. Vandal Savage turned poor teenagers into hawklike monsters, that no one would want to meet … ever. So yeah, thanks, but no thanks.

4. August Cartwright (Ethan Campell, Batwoman, John Emmet Tracy, Sebastian Roche)

Oh, God, that guy. So his mother wasn’t particulary ... nice, but that is no excuse to kidnap, gaslight, and brainwash a young girl, keep that girl’s mother’s head in a fridge for years, turn said girl into a slave and get her to make facemasks out of actual human face! Nor is that any excuse for fear-gasing your own son just because you are mad at him. Or anything in any way related to face-stealing, ,killing, identitiy theft, or anything else Dr. Cartwright has ever been up to. Like, seriously it has been a long time a character that desevers to be hated that much has been on our televions screens. Creepy Creep!

3. Duela Dent (Batwoman, Alessandra Torresani)

Female Slashers have become kind of a common trope in fiction by now, but Duela is kind of different. Suffering from a pretty extreme version of of body dysmorphic disorder Duela sees beauty through a different lense than the rest of the world (we will never forget what she deems to be her face being perfect, even though we desperatly want to). So yeah, she slashes faces, mainly her own, is out to punish people, who force beauty ideals on her and othes, and somehow has no problem with … donating her face to Alice. … Can someone please get that poor woman help, I mean, seriously?!

2. Rag Doll (Peter Merkel, The Flash, Troy James, Phil LaMarr)

He did make Joe West throw up. And not only him. Rag Doll is plains disgusting. So disgusting actually, that the producers dialed him back in Season 6 and used more CG and less pratical „Troy James freaks us out“- bending. But while he could be fun all elongaty, we actually prefer him as his creepy original Season 5 Self. He is demented, wears a creepy mask, acts creepy, and we really don’t want to see him do his stuff but can’t look away at the same time. I have no idea why he was in the Young Rogues either, because he is really mainly creepy – und would be the Overcreep on this list, if it weren’t for….

1. The Dollmaker (Barton Mathis, The Broken Doll Killer, Arrow, Michael Eklund)

I am still amazed to this day that they were allowed to make this episode. You have to remember „Arrow“ had been only on for one Season at this point and „The 100“ was still about to premier. The CW was yet to change it’s image. Still they somehow got to made the Dollmaker-Episode, which left us disturbed to this very day. What Mathis was doing to his victims …. Well not only Quentin got nightmares about it. Poor Laurel went understandable full addict after almost being made into a puppet by him. So, Rag Doll might look creepier, but the Dollmaker is one of this Serial Killers we never want to even hear from again. It’s really no wonder he was an one-off, like I said, I am still amazed they were even allowed to make the episode on Network Television let alone The CW at all.

#Arrowverse #Creepiest Villains #Arrow #The Flash #Supergirl #legends of tomorrow #Batwoman

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Mob!Tom Holland - Fawn (4)

This is inspired by Don’t play with fire , @peaceisadirtyword. It’s an amazing Ivar fic, take a look if you have time!

Please, understand that Richard is just a character and I don’t tolerate neither excuse his behaviour. Previous parts in the general summary. Click here to read the previous parts!

Plot: Tom is everything Richard isn’t, and soon then man you fell in love has a side you’re not willing to see

Warnings: described violence, although in the next chapter we’ll see the whole thing!

It ended up being a routine, much to your survival instinct dismay.

After the second time you ‘failed’, Richard decided that he would made you go to the club again and again until you achieved something. The first times were horrendous, because you actually tried to endure there for a while until running out. Richard left you every time there and went with his friend to drink the night away, as you waited in the back door for a solution to come down from the sky. He didn’t seem to care much about not getting any information, just enjoyed leaving you there.

That solution ended up being Tom Holland, which didn’t surprise you at all. Those first times you met him in the back door, just like that Monday. Sometimes, it was him who was already there, and he choose to ignore how you seemed dragged from hell itself. And sometimes, he exited the club a bit later, and you chose to ignore how he followed you out of the club.

Not once Richard asked or cared what you did when he was away from home, so you decided to spend less and less time in the club and more time outside with the brunette. Tom and you always went to Dom’s, a place that for sure sold the best burgers in London. They were greasy and you were always alone, but it was worthy if you could see Tom trying and failing to throw some fries on his mouth.

By the second week Richard made you go to the club, you weren’t nervous anymore. You went there on Monday, Wednesday and Saturday, and Lisa was starting to become your friend. As long as you ignored what she did in the club, you discovered she was a funny girl to talk with.

And eventually, something happened and nothing was the same anymore. You stopped worrying for Richard every night, and started looking forward to meeting Tom. You started noticing things about Tom, like how he carried a gun everywhere he went and how he didn’t have a neat relationship with his brother Sam. He never talked about what he did outside the club, and you never asked why there was a stain of blood on the collar of his jacket, just the same day some rapist had been found dead in an alley.

What Tom did wasn’t what you thought a gangster would be doing. He didn’t seem to have fun intimidating people, or killing for diversion. Every single crime you had related to him in the month and a half you had seen him, was well deserved. Rapists, murders, and some politician who had been stealing to their poor employees. Richard didn’t seem to see it that way, thought.

So you decided to lie to him.

You didn’t say anything of what you discovered about Tom to him, just kept saying that the situation was complicated and that you couldn’t reach him. It meant more hard words from him and more days of ‘duty’, but each day you cared a little bit less about it. You should have guessed, that as everything good, it wouldn’t last you long.

“No, I mean it. That’s – that’s offensive. Take that back”

“What? It’s not offensive, it’s the truth. Deal with it”

“I can’t believe I’ve been sharing a desk with you for so long” Tom pointed at you what intended to say a threatening finger, although it held a curved fry. “Take that back, fawn. I promise I’m gonna lock you in a room with Harry and a book of bad jokes”

You snorted at the threat and poked your tongue at Tom, who gasped offended. You were the only ones in Dom’s at that hour, although you always were. The clock tickled five in the morning and you knew that, even if it was Saturday, it was late for you. But you couldn’t seem to leave Tom that day.

A few hours ago, you had gone to the club with Lisa and hadn’t bothered in ordering anything. Richard had stopped giving you the earpiece, just left you on the entrance and left. He asked you in the morning, when he came home drunk and wasn’t needed in the police station. So you went straight to the back, and since then you had been discussing with Tom about Disney.

“Harry is not even that bad” you joked. “At least he has a good taste in films”

“Sorry, but Bambi is not even qualified as a film”

“Bambi is the perfect animated film, and you can’t change my mind” you leaned back against your seat.

“There is death, a murder, the mom dies, someone shoots a gun, a neglecting father, and – oh, how could I forget. A fire that kills almost every animal” Tom discussed. “The film should be rated”

“Well, Bambi and the other animals are adorable, and in the end the father is good”

“All fawns are adorable” Tom scoffed. “There is a reason why I call you fawn”

You had gotten better at controlling your nerves and blushing when Tom was around, but every now and then he managed to make you blush. You shifted in your place as Tom listed the reasons why Avatar is an appropriate move for kids.

The mood in the cafeteria was perfect, in every aspect. Richard didn’t care about what you wore anymore, so you had chosen plain jeans and a blue shirt with flowers. Tom was comfortable around you, which meant that he wasn’t what Richard described you the first time, but more of a nerd. Sometimes, you thought what would you do if you ever saw the other side of him, and that were the only moments of doubts you had when you were with him.

But you erased them quickly.

“I didn’t take you for the type of guy who liked Disney” you commented when Tom had finished, while he was busy with his drink.

“Oh, we haven’t started with Disney yet. Wait until you hear the whole PowerPoint presentation that Harry has done about why I’m the living version of Belle”

The twin brother had become quite close to you too, since he had started something with Lisa, that neither of them put a name on. You had discovered that, behind the sarcastic sadism, Harry hid quite a brain. He wasn’t too good when it came down to patience or being calm, but he could scan all the details of a building with just a few seconds there.

“Just so you know, we’re not some kind of terrorist organization” Tom said, not looking at you. “We’re just a family, that tries to take care of those holes the police leave uncovered”

“I never said that” you shrugged, surprising yourself by how little what Tom had said affected you. “For all I know, you’re a nerd with bad taste in films”

“And here we go again” Tom chuckled but he visibly relaxed. “I’m gonna make you a list with all the things you have to apologize –“

Tom’s last words were interrupted when the door of the local opened. The glass piece it the back of the wall and miraculously didn’t broke, but made a echoing noise that had both of you cringing. Laughs and loud steps were heard from behind you and by all the noise they were making, you knew there were a group of people. They were all male voice and a sudden smell of alcohol and horrendous cologne filled the place.

From your seat, you couldn’t see the door, just the back of the bar and Tom’s darkening face. The sweet and joking expression he had had since you met him dissolved like water, and instead came something you hadn’t seen before. His jaw clenched and his fists followed close. You had kind of grown used to the blush on his cheeks, but it disappeared too. His whole body changed its language and, even if it wasn’t directed at you, you flinched.

It was what you had yet to see of Tom, the gangster he was. Your feet became cold and had nothing to do with the night breeze. Something told you that you wouldn’t like what was happening behind you, but you turned your head anyway. You were praying that they weren’t some type of rival gang who had some business with Tom, or Sam and the blonde woman who hadn’t stopped staring at you since the first day.

Your eyes met green ones, that were already staring at you with a raised brow. You would have preferred to find any of the other options, because as soon as Jacob saw you, you knew your little paradise with Tom was over.

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Even if Richard had his own apartment, you knew the place you would see him was your house. He never went to his own place anymore, only when he was working on an important case or wanted to have a small party with his friends. Until he found a buyer, the apartment would still be his, even if he lived with you. The proof of that were his scattered clothes on the ground, his toothbrush on the bathroom and the desk covered by files.

He was there when you entered that morning, after having spent the night with Lisa. Tom hadn’t asked you many questions when you had left the bar, because he seemed as eager to leave as you. And when you asked him to leave you in Lisa’s apartment and not in the corner of your street, he hadn’t said anything either. It seemed like he had his own thoughts about Jacob’s group on his own.

The clock hit eleven thirty as you walked past the door of the living room, where Richard was working on some files. He was wearing his uniform except for his shoes, and looked concentrated. Suddenly, all the fear you had feel seemed a bit irrational. Richard had been the one who wanted you to become close to Tom in the first place, there was no way he would be mad now.

“Morning” you said, crossing your arms.

Richard looked up from his work and you saw the most sober image of him in months. He had shaved, his hair was gelled back and his eyes were clear. It almost looked like the man you fell in love with.

“Hey Y/N” he gave you a soft smile, not typical of the man who had left you in the club with no ride back. “I didn’t expect you until later”

“Lisa had some errands to do” you shrugged, not moving. “I thought you didn’t work on Sundays”

“Well, I’m finishing something” Richard looked down at his files and then back at you. “Go and take a shower, I can make you something to eat meanwhile”

The living room went back to the peace before the conversation, with the only sound of Richard’s pen moving through the paper. Things were too weird to be real, and there were three options for that. First one was that he didn’t know anything about last night because Jacob was still sleeping, but the good mood didn’t match with the Richard of the last month. Second one was that he knew and that he was happy about it, yet he would have said something. And the last one was that he knew and was disappointed, or angry; though you knew he would be voicing out his anger out by then.

You decided to not wait anymore. You took off your green jacket and hang it in a chair, knowing you would put it in its place later. Walking up, you sat beside Richard and propped your elbows on the table. You didn’t bother in looking to his files, because you were sure that that would make him angry.

“Have you talked with Jacob?” you said.

You didn’t want to think that the straightforward way you said it had anything to do with Tom, but it was sure that you felt more confident in talking out since you had known him. Having someone to listen to you and not interrupting was a nice change for once. Richard didn’t seem to mind that you had interrupted his work, just let the pen on the table and mimicked your posture.

“Yes I have” he answered with a small smirk.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you blurted out before he would get angry, and since a really long time you didn’t feel sorry at all.

“I’m not angry” Richard chuckled, and you gave him a hesitant smile in return. “Would I have preferred that you had told me before? Yes. But I understand that you wanted to have more information before giving it to me”

“I’m… glad. That you understand” you tried, and lie felt sour on your tongue.

“It’s okay. Besides, you’ve already given me something” Richard hoisted himself up with his elbows, and made the face you recognized from when he was excited about his work. “The guys have gone to Dom’s this morning, and the man had a few things to share with them after a little… pressure. Turns out the Hollands have an illegal place in the countryside, where they facture weapons”

“They sell weapons?” you raised your brows. You weren’t surprised at all, but you tried to make it believable for Richard.

“Yep. Jacob has gone there early in the morning, and we’ve caught them” Richard tusked his tongue and fell back into the chair. “None of the brothers were there, just the weapons and some other guys who don’t speak English and know nothing. At least we got a good grip on that Dom’s guy. I don’t think he’ll be seen with the brothers anytime soon”

Dread set itself on your stomach at Richard’s words. They were filled with some sick pride that you had never heard, and that explained the weird mood in the room. You barely knew Dom; just that he was a nice middle aged man that kept the place always open for Tom and his brother’s. Sometimes other people went, like workers or Jacob’s group. And he was always generous and funny.

Judging by Richard’s word, you worried about Dom’s fate.

“What have you done?” you muttered, and your face must have shown the horror you were feeling because Richard scoffed and looked away.

“I haven’t done anything” Richard rolled his eyes. “I only sent the guys”

“You didn’t go?” you asked, trying to believe him. Richard would never lose an opportunity like that.

“No” Richard assured you. “Just Jacob, and some friends. Only Jacob interrogated him”

“And what did he do?”

“Nothing out of the law, Y/N. Don’t be such a cry-baby” Richard said, looking back to his work. “He’s just a bit roughened up. Jacob left him in his house just after. Didn’t even need the hospital”

It was as if you were again in the club, struggling to breath between all those people and stress. The air left your lungs at Richard’s confession, who seemed unbothered by it. He just started playing with the pen and looked distracted.

“Since you can’t wait and are being quite noisy” he interrupted your train of thoughts. “I might just tell you the whole thing. You don’t have to go back to the club this week”

This week, meant that you were coming back still. That the information, even if you hadn’t done it intentional, wasn’t enough for Richard. Surprisingly you didn’t feel relived, because you wanted to know if what Richard had told you was true, and the only way of doing so was by Tom. You didn’t have his number, didn’t know where to find him or what places the Holland owned. That meant you wouldn’t know about Dom for a week.

The guilt swallowed you whole and you noticed how your eyes became misty. You started to think about the chances you had had of preventing that. Tom wouldn’t have been there if it wasn’t for you, and if Tom hadn’t been seen there, Dom would be probably making greasy burgers.

Still, you didn’t show neither the disapproval of not going back neither the guilt for Dom. You just showed Richard a small smile and let him think that the shock was because of the scared fawn he thought you were.

“Hey” Richard stretched his arm and gripped you by your elbow. It was gentle, but strong, letting you know that he didn’t want you to pull away. “I’m proud of you. You did good”

“You promise?” you asked him again, and your voice broke. “That you didn’t have anything to do”

“You know me” Richard squeezed. “I’m not violent. I didn’t do anything, just Jacob. I could never hurt a fly, Y/N”

You begged to your brain to believe him, while your inner voice screamed at you.

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ziracona · 4 years

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Dwight/Jake wedding headcanons maybe? They deserve it.

For sure!

It’s a couple years down the road. They’ve been living in the Indiana house with Adam, while the others orbit in and out from Springwood and Lockport and Haddonfield and Indianapolis and Bloomington and New Jersey and Missouri and New York and such every few days. It’s peaceful and fun there for them. Woods, big house, familiar smells and people and memorobelia and Ron’s grave and markers added nearby for Vigo and Alex and Lisa and Sujan and the person from the lab with no name and the survivors who came before them and never got to be buried. It’s home. They’re just chilling, Dwight and Jake talking with intent but also very relaxed about something while Adam edits a sequel in his easy chair, deep in edit mode, when Jake calls over, “Hey Adam, do you want to be a best man, or do you want to marry us?”

Which Adam hears the wrong homophone for for a second and almost takes him out before he realizes they meant the other version of ‘marry’ and remembers how to breathe again.

He stutters out a, “Well, I, uh��I mean, I can do whichever you’d prefer, but I’m not ordained. In. Anything. I know I did Min and Nea’s, but—”

“—Yeah, we know, but we just need it to be legal,” Jake shrugs, “and we don’t want a stranger at the wedding period, so someone’s getting ordained.”

“I think you can get ordained online in like an hour,” adds Dwight helpfully, “and we’re not religious either, but—and now that I’m saying this it was Meg so that means I should make sure becuase sometimes her memory for numbers is uhhh bad, but she told me like a week ago you only need ten people to officially get your new religion recognized. And we could be ‘the survivors’ or something. I don’t know I believe in much, but I believe in that.”

Jake nods. “Whatever is true, this group of people can rip a hole in the fabric of the universe for each other. I’d ascribe to that.”

“I kind of like that,” says Adam, “I would too. But if we have a spiritual ‘leader’, wouldn’t Ace be a better choice than me? Or Jane?”

This is considered a good point and they debate between Adam, Jeff, Tapp, Jane, and Ace for a bit, [Philip is also briefly considered, but they realize just as fast he’d be overwhelmed and stressed by having to do it & mercifully swap him to another role], then decide on Ace, who’s always been the kind of...not exactly dad, not exactly uncle, but not not those things, and certainly some kind of an early spiritual or morale core for them, parentish figure, and a comfort and hope leader for them all. Also, they know he’ll get a fkn kick out of being ordained for this.

Dwight takes Quentin as his Best Man, Claudette his Maid of Honor, and Jake takes Nea as Matron of Honor, Andrew as Best Man, and Meg as Maid of Honor. They decide fuck it, and it’s kinda Parks & Rec (an argument used by and against Jake many times the next few weeks) anyway, and also both take Adam and Philip as Best Men because fuck it, it’s too hard and also wedding rules are arbitrary and made to be broken, and so then Jake adds Kate as a bridesmaid, Dwight adds Laurie, they realize the number of survivors is dwindling dangerously and decide fuck it, our wedding is for us might as well be fkn weird and cool, and add David, Min, Tapp, Jane, Jeff, and Laurie as groomsmen and bridesmaids too. This still leaves Michael, Anna, Sally, Benedict, Susie, Jeff’s three Legion kids, and everyone’s families which is like fkn a lot of people, to be audience party (sans Nancy, who is pleaded with to be wedding party and run the music pre-reception because the number of people that they want involved /and/ who won’t give in to or be tricked by Meg into some kind of terrible flash mob stunt is very small, and in fact, basically is just Nancy. She is happy to do it and thinks their desperate reasoning is hilarious).

They break the news to Meg and Claudette and Ace first (after Adam), ask Ace to marry them, and tell Meg she can run post-weddding/reception music however she wants, except the songs for a couples dance & parent dances. She is /thrilled/. Claudette is very happy and cries. They call up Quentin & Nea to add to the conversation and Jake says Nea and Meg and Susie are in charge of setting up the wedding because he knows they’re gonna fight him for the role anyway, but they have to throw whatever they can together with only the stuff they own already and $50, they want only family & the other survivors/their families at the wedding, the service short and sweet, and to have it at the cabin, by the river. Meg loses her mind with indignance and joy together, and goes buckwild. They hit thrift shops for fairy lights and streamers and more.

Everyone is thrilled to be asked, Jane says “about time,” and Philip can’t think of anything to say and gets overwhelmed emotionally and taken off guard to be asked to be a groomsman. It’s sweet. Everyone with fashion sense takes everyone else shopping or through their wardrobes for fun wedding clothes and to at least have accent pieces that match a color theme. (Complimentary blues, yellow/gold, and pinks to the grooms’. More on that). It’s super fun & they make a fashion show of it. There’s no matching in form, just color, which is just the best version anyway there’s really no goddamn reason to spend thousands of bucks on a wedding when you could just have a funky cute good time with the people who love you & no stress.

Jake picks a deep blue hanbok (bc the hottest Jake I’ve ever seen is the one @eggchef did for lunar new year & the note in the tags about an actual hanbok has been banging around in my head ever since), and when they’re going through stuff for Dwight, he comments a pink one is surprisingly nice because it’s not the color he’d expected to think about, and Jake remarks offhand that if they do deep blue and pink they’ll be stealing their girls’ looks, and the second he says that, they both know there’s no other choice now. Dwight gets a light pink suit and a tie that matches Jake’s blue. They’re adorable and both look exceedingly handsome.

The wedding is short and perfect. Ace does a great job, it’s a nice day, and Meg works wonders with her $50 budget and (notably obscenely large) preexisting store of party supplies, + help from her mom who is passing down the legacy of being the best tiny budget party planner on earth. It’s very open, but with near arches and dangling glass and prisims that cast rainbows everywhere, lots of meaningfully chosen for their blessings and symbolism flowers and flower chains from Claudette. It’s a little reminiscent of the birthday decorations Min and Nea did plus the prisims, and that accidentally makes all the survivors super emotional like 1 minute in.

Only the moms get to speak in the wedding (besides Ace and the grooms), and Andrew and Meg and Nea and Quentin and such all gotta save their roasts for the reception. It’s sweet. Ace knows them super well and it shows in the best way. The grooms write their own vows, and both echo their statements in the hatch tunnel without knowing the other was going to do so too. Jake starts with an “I am deeply, unendingly, ridiculously in love with you,” and Dwight brings in a, “I wouldn’t be who I am without you.” They end it with Dwight saying, “Will you still stay with me, now that it’s all over? Through whatever we’re thrown to next?” And Jake replying, “Wherever you go, I’ll always follow.”

I cry.

The reception is a party by the house. It’s just a huge prepared buffet made by the family who can cook, so no one has to sit and wait. Meg starts the music with Cascada’s Evacuate the Dance Floor because she doesn’t “want to see people dragging their feet like a bunch of fuckin weenies, I want asses on that dance floor!” There’s a lot of 90s and early 2000s pop, but also many many classic dance songs. Lots of ABBA. Lots of it. Everyone has great fun. Min, Nea, Susie, and Meg made the playlist, except for a few of the specific dances. Muriel Fairfield’s mother-son dance with Dwight is to Song For Ten by Neil Hannon because he knows she’s a sweet big emotional nerd and it’s the song she wants, and he’s willing to do it, and she sobs and is a mess but also the happiest she’s been since the day she got the call he was alive.

They have literally zero idea where they’re going when they drive off for a honeymoon. They’re like “Uhh so I’ve been looking at our complete and utter lack of wedding structure and planning as a good thing? But we might have overstepped that a little here....”

Dwight drives while Jake searches the web for LGBT safe honeymoon locations because there’s nothing that would ruin a trip more than that not working out, and reads off a list and Dwight is like, “Wait wait holy fuck, I though you meant what US cities or maybe Canada. Switzerland? Do we even have cash for the plane fare somewhere like that?” And Jake just looks at the page silently for a few seconds, shuts the laptop, and without expression says, “...I really hate this, but I’m gonna let myself be a rich boy, just once.”

They take Andrew’s jet to New Zealand (Jake calls him and listens for 2 minutes then just monotone goes “Okay but you owe me for being a dipshit for fifteen years,” and they get the ride). Jake picks a relaxed pace and some scuba diving, some hikes, but no overnight camping. Lots of just seeing the world and holding hands and grinning at how absolutely breathless and shocked Dwight is at every chunk of nature like nothing he’s seen before. They are disgustingly, blissfully happy.

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retphienix · 3 years

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Hoh. I did what I set out to do today- beat The Last Remnant. :)

Now I, to the surprise of no one, have a Lot to Say because of course I do.

But I’ll be kind and toss it in a read more with only some of it leaking out.

1) This ending, coupled with the last few scenes which kind of sold me on the way the story has been presented the entire game, really raised my opinion on the story a good handful of marks.

It’s still a story where all the interesting stuff is kinda not the focus of our characters, but it has a point to that (Rush’s POV) and the end here puts just enough of it into frame that I end up satisfied :)

2) I completely and entirely LOVE Rush, he has become one of my favorite MCs in a game just because of how he’s handled throughout. He is DUMB AS DIRT *BY DESIGN* and the story BENEFITS from this- wild.

3) You can’t convince me that Dave and Rush aren’t, or at least wouldn’t have been, a couple. Just saying. Those tears coupled with the EVERYTHING that happens in this game, those two deserve each other.

Short version: I really liked this game! A LOT! It’s creative on a design level, interesting on a world building level, and just plain fun to play.

I’m honestly baffled as to why I had never heard of this game when it was current, or hell, anytime after until stumbling upon a video mentioning it for all of a minute.

I’m glad it got a remaster and I hope that remaster showed a few people this bizarre gem- preferably people who ended up enjoying it :P

Long below, mostly just gonna ramble a bit~

It’s an understatement to say the last few scenes improved my opinion of the story as a whole but even then I have to admit the story lacks in a lot of ways. I’m not entirely convinced it was “by design” that everything interesting is background noise- I’m more convinced that they noticed the problem and rewrote the latter half to accommodate and retroactively improve the quality of things DESPITE that still being the case.

But it did improve quite a bit :) I’m left happy to have seen the story as told and genuinely feel a NG+ run would have me appreciate it a bit more, though I’d probably still point at dumb moments or missed opportunities lol.

I mean the final scene attempts to ‘reveal’ something you get a basic understanding of a fifth of the way through the game, and then get reminded of at every possible opportunity- it’s a weak reveal but it’s kinda all they could do when they didn’t build up much for the finale beyond Rush’s relationships.

I mean hell, the drop at the end about “Remnants being abused” rings true for humanity but in universe it’s never displayed as a real problem or even a possibility. You see a violent mob saying Remnants are being abused, you see 1 evil guy abusing remnants, and you see some mad scientists.

Those in power, by and large, aren’t abusing them- and neither are normal people. It’s, as silly as it is, just a couple people. ONE OF WHICH IS SEEMINGLY THE CONQUEROR prior to him revealing the truth.

Like, world wide he’s the one to use the most to cause the most damage and abuse their power. Him. Not even the old duke managed that.

Most remnants are just being used to like purify water, be an elevator, or fight off monsters. It’s pretty much just a couple mad scientists and a single corrupt politician, all of which were defeated by the rest of humanity because they didn’t like what they were doing.

So his morality test makes more sense in like the real world and not so much the game world they tried to build up.

Then again there is a big history to this world- of which the god emperor was pretty shitty to some people potentially for remnant power- so it happens but this fantasy world seems pretty adverse to abusing them. So weak stance, Mr. Conqueror.

What else.

I’m SUPER glad this was a blind as heck playthrough.

I’m also curious about trying NG+ at some point for a low BR run but I’m skeptical it’ll happen- it’s no secret that in part because of this blog motivating me to beat games I rarely return to replay the ones I beat x.x

It’s a double edge sword if there ever was one- This blog has entirely changed how I play games and mostly for the better- but I also don’t generally take games I beat for the blog and then go completionist on them like I used to before this blog.

Pre-Blog I’d 100% and master a game for a year.

Post-Blog I beat like 15 games a year but I only just beat them- I do everything that interests me in that first playthrough, but I knowingly miss out on OTHER things I WOULD enjoy because they require me to do x-y-z and I mentally weigh it all and say “Nah, just beat it”

Like I said, it’s more good than bad. But a game like this intrigues me and makes me wish I had played it years ago and maybe beaten it like 6 times lol.

Here, I’m blanking on things to say because the biggest thing I wanted to share was shared in a previous post- namely the whole “The game is from Rush’s POV and it works and made me like the story a bit” thing.

I know for a fact there’s more to say- but unprompted I’m lost because I’m in that post-game euphoria lol.

This was good.

For anyone who considers themselves a fan of RPGs I think I’d recommend this because it’s so different from everything I’ve played and I’ve played a good chunk of RPGs.

I won’t say it’s perfect, but I will say it’s pretty damn good and VERY interesting.

And has a fucking AWESOME protagonist for unconventional reasons.

Oh! Oh! After the credits finished I checked what the “Conqueror Rank 3″ thing meant- apparently the Conqueror is stronger the more quests you complete, I got a middling one (It goes to 8) but I’m happy with that.

Also he loses abilities based on what town remnants you.. something- the gist I got was that various questlines (most of which I lost access to, for instance I fucked up that Royotia volcano quest and I wanted to do that! :( ) would either give you the remnants as talismans or... something, and doing those would remove those abilities from his spell list, or something.

I didn’t get too invested because I’m still holding onto the fantasy of me replaying this in like a year on NG+ and figuring more of it out myself :)

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reingkings · 4 years

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Black Friday (*Spoilers*)

Alright first I want to say this is not hate! I absolutely LOVED Black Friday. However, I did have some things that I felt could have been changed to make the script a little stronger

Things I loved:

The old TGWDLM gang! — we got an update into their lives without it being overly shoved into our faces. It was just there for people who loved the first musical, but knowing about them wasn’t necessary to the understanding of this one

The music! — Feast or Famine, Do You Want to Play?, Adore Me (especially the chorus), Black Friday, If I Fail You, Our Doors Are Open well I can’t name them all.

Oh, and how America is Great Again played in the background when General McNamara appears on screen. I’m a sucker for characters having their own themes songs. Wouldn’t it be amazing if Paul got a mix of Let it Out/Inevitable

The fact that starkid made a MUSICAL extended universe

The new characters/actors, Kim, Angela, Kendall, James, Curt, were all amazing and their addition really helped flesh out the new universe (plus, it doesn’t hurt that they have amazing voices)

The old cast playing new dynamics and pushing themselves (Lauren, Dylan, and Joey especially, but Jaime killed in her role as Sherman too, as did Robert with Ethan and Jon as Gary)

THE SCRIPT OH MY GOD THE SCRIPT

The choreography! Feast or Famine was my favorite but they keep getting better and better with this!

Their comedy, still fucking gold. Especially those fucking oneliners and small exchanges. “Well, we haven’t put a label on it yet” “But we are intimate” *moment if silence*, “Hannah what the fuck is this, that better be fucking floss!”, “That’s a bribe sir, and that’s illegal”, *raised eyebrow*, “... Well it should be”, “Ooh right in the subpeona”, everything about James Tolbert as Agent Morris

The social CRITIQUE, the fact that the kids don’t even want wiggly, it’s the adults who want to buy wigglys to fill the holes in them (still buying a wiggly though)

How vitalized they all seem to be about the new direction of starkid/that they’re experimenting and coming out of their comfort zone. I love starkid but you could tell that they were getting worn out by just sticking to the same formula of just making parodies. Before TGWDLM we had 2 year gaps between uploads of musicals (which, a year to write a musical is incredible, Sondheim has currently been working on the latest for a decade, and Miranda took like three for Hamilton). I love seeing creators grow

The overall aesthetic of the stage, costumes, and music was so vicerally haunting and scary. I literally slept with my hallway light on and the door open the first time I saw it

Sigh, and now for the things I might get pitchforked for

First some technical stuff. One, I think the sound equipment was on too low for the stage production. If you compare the songs in the stage production to the album version, you can tell that the more subtle parts of the intrumentals were just too quiet. Also, the actors’ voices were much louder than the music so sometimes it was like they were singing acapella. Two, although I appreciate the new camera work and how it’s more similar to traditional recordings of musicals, it did take away from my ability to appreciate the choreography and the subtle reactions of the cast

While a lot of the songs were good, some of them just needed to be cut or trimmed. Especially for songs where one line of explanation would have sufficed. An example of a trimmed song I think is CaliforM.I.A where Lex sings that her mom is an alcoholic, etc. I feel like it could have just been spoken and it would have been more subtle, quiet and painful. A song I think needed to be cut was Deck the Halls. I love Robert, but that song was mostly just an omage to what they did with Workin’ Boys. However, the part that made Workin’ Boys, pardon the pun, work was that it was Professor Hidggen’s backstory/dream. It revealed something about him and his isolation

Some of the lines in the lyrics were just clunky. It’s something I noticed in TGWDLM, but I thought it really worked there since the characters couldn’t sing naturally. However, it seemed to be worse in this? Like I said, some songs were still golden. But some just. Monsters and Men, I noticed had a lot of it. Which yeah, they had less than a year to write it and they had more songs than TGWDLM, so it makes sense that some are a bit rushed? But still, i would have preferred a shorter soundtrack with tighter songs.

I think the Becky and Tom romance was so unnecessary. I feel like yeah, you can make them exes, and you can build up their chemistry so it’s implied they’ll get together eventually, but the fact that they fall in “love” in like 5 hours makes them so shoehorned. For Becky, it’s kind of a disservice because most of her songs are then focused on romance. For Tom, it’s just. It kind of cheapens him, especially since he was previously married for at least 8 years. Like you don’t hear him mention Jane or Tim at all, or worry about Tim’s gift when he’s at the theater. So when it comes to him singing “If I Fail You” it doesn’t feel authentic because you don’t get that sense of Tom feeling like failure over Tim in his dialogue. And also, you could cut out a lot of songs (and give them something new ones)

Although I loved the multiple storylines, I felt like it was really hard to connect to the characters. I feel like that might be because of the songs? Characters were so busy with info dump songs that there were just less interactions in general. I would have loved if the character subtleties could be explored in the same way as TGWDLM

They shouldn’t have killed Ethan. Not just because it’s Robert, but as part of the overall storyline, they shouldn’t have killed Ethan.

Imagine if it had played out like this: No Becky-Tom Romance. They’re just fleeing the mayhem together because they’re the few that managed to keep sane. Becky has a doll but Tom doesn’t. Ethan and Hannah get accosted by the mob. Ethan tells Hannah to run and you see him start to fight, but not what happens after. Hannah is running and you see dead bodies strewn around the mall (to show that people have died). Becky and Tom appear. They hear a few of the wiggly worshippers members yell that they have to find the girl with the wiggly. Tom joins in on the hunt because “he needs to find one for Tim”, the same scene plays out with Do You Want to Play With Me? bc that song is a BOP but Ethan shows up to save Hannah. Becky manages to snap out of her trance and helps Ethan subdue Tom. The three of them flee. Now the two of them are bigger targets bc they had two wigglys. Meanwhile Lex teams up with her managers/discovers her supernatural powers during their escape or something and goes looking for Hannah and Ethan. All this within the first act. Now you’ve got about ~4 plotlines (the cultists/Linda, the trio, Lex (all at the mall) and General McNamara) that are a bit interconnected instead of ~6.

None of the characters got time to breathe, pause and reassess, or grieve. Hannah and Lex never even found out about Ethan. Gerald didn’t find out his wife died, and his call bit was used for comedy, The President didn’t even seem too affected by General McNamara’s sacrifice (which might be a byproduct of the switching story arcs, but contrasts to his TGWDLM moments where he at least got his last words and Paul remembered him)

There was no indication of Lex being supernatural, so her connection with General McNamara was pretty out of the blue and unearned.

That’s it. As I said, I loved it, I just think it could be rearranged somewhat

#black friday #hatchetfield #starkid

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hello everyone! finals + anxiety are totally beating my ass right now, but i still want to do some stuff for the event!! so, this post is a plot call!! i’m going to describe what my three kids’ll be up to during the event/some thread ideas, and if you see anything in particular you’d like to snatch up, just let me know via dms or replies! and if you’d like me to come to you, please hit the like button! i know i’ve been slacking on plotting with new people over the last couple of weeks, but i’d love to, so :pleading_face: maybe this event is a good spot to start. also, if you want my d!scord, hmu for it! i find it a little easier to reply on there through my anxiety.

minhee

minhee is so pleased about this whole thing!! she hate hate hates her mother’s stupid christmas and new year events, but this year! she won’t even be in seoul!! suck on that, mom! a little sad that she won’t be with mouse because she got her a really cute cat christmas present stocking ):

dec 25th: concert day! minhee is excited for it. she always loves concerts!! excited to be performing little touch. not much else to say here, but come hang out with her backstage!

dec 26th: minhee needs a roommate so! if your muse is looking for a roommate who probably won’t be spending that much time in the suite, then minhee is your gal!

her randomized drawn card was yellow!! dance machine minhee is in her element! genuinely just there to enjoy herself and do some dancing! flash mobs are meant to be fun, right?

during the afternoon, she’ll probably hit up the italian restaurant, and then head off for a spa day, to be finished off soaking in a hot tub!! someone please join her <3

holiday ball!! she’s excited to go to an event like this with co-workers and friends instead of her parents and their high society frenemies. someone come drink and decorate cookies with her, it’ll be so fun, i promise!!

dec 27th: she’ll probably spend her free day in the pool and the hot tubs again, and eat at the korean / american bbq grill restaurant! after docking, she’ll definitely be going out to visit taipei! she’ll do some shopping, drop her bags off at her suite, and then head back out to take in some nightlife. if anyone’s muses are interested in partying with minhee during their free night, hmu!

dec 28th: today.... will be minhee’s own personal hell. she drew the red card, which means she’s going to... have ... she’s... going to... have to cook. on top of that, she’ll probably be hungover too. somebody please help her and stick her on like washing up duty or something.

she’ll be back to her regular self by the time they’re backstage at the concert again though, don’t worry!

dec 29th: on the 29th, minhee is gonna treat herself to an all she can eat meal at the sushi restaurant! but otherwise, today she’s just going to be exploring all the different parts of the ship she hasn’t been to yet so there’s nothing there!!

dec 30th: she drew blue, finally! minhee is always down for more spa time. i think she’ll go for the free mani-pedi, so if anyone wants to chat shit with minhee over getting their nails done, now is your chance!

her free time this evening will be spent... in the bar again, but also in the game room maybe!! she’s shitty at card games and always tries to cheat, so if anyone wants to hang out or tell her off for cheating, come on downnn.

dec 31st: concert will go well, as per usual!!

new year’s party!! minhee will be very drunk ringing in the new year, v excited for the fireworks, and probably in search of someone to kith at midnight.

jan 1st: luckily, lipstick’s fansign isn’t until the afternoon, and... that’s the first time anyone will see minhee that day. she’ll be sleeping off the results of the previous night for as long as she can get away with. lipstick members, fuse members and gal.actic members, i’m sorry for her crankiness already.

eunah

the christmas season this year is a pretty big deal for eunah, even though she’ll be spending it like this. it marks the one year anniversary of her starting to get help for her eating disorder, so she’ll probably be in a kind of funny mood as she thinks back on the year and how far she’s come.

dec 25th: excited for the concert, especially since 7rophy’s set is over pretty early in the show. she’s hoping to just relax backstage for the rest of the show.

dec 26th: eunah’s going to room with lux because... why wouldn’t she. her having a roommate doesn’t really matter too much though because she’ll just sleep, wake up, leave for the day, repeat. she won’t be spending any time in the room anyways.

she drew red for her card for the 26th!! eunah actually likes decorating, so she’ll probably be enjoying herself well enough. unfortunately she’s tiny so if anyone tall would please help her reach some stuff, that would be much appreciated.

she probably won’t spend the whole time at the holiday ball!! she’ll mingle around for a couple of hours and then dip out to rack up charges on her bill as she sets about calling her family back home.

dec 27th: i think eunah’s going to spend the 27th curled up in the library for the most part!! she’ll probably duck out to go for sushi if anyone wants to join her, but mostly she’s just going to relax, read, and maybe work on some lyrics.

she’ll probably head out to taipei during the evening though to do some light shopping, but that’s about it there! (unless anyone wants to drag her along to anything.)

dec 28th: on the 28th, eunah is very happy that she hardly bought anything the prior evening, because she drew the blue card! she does really love shopping, so someone come with eunah for a treat yourself moment!

same as the previous concert, she’ll get 7rophy’s set out of the way and spend the rest of the time relaxing.

dec 29th: eunah will be spending the 29th moving between the library, the games room, the observation lounge, and, of course, the sushi restaurant. just a chill day!! maybe she’ll go to the spa for a massage, if anyone would like to join her. she’s always apprehensive going for one, but they help her a lot.

dec 30th: eunah drew red, so that means she’ll be cleaning! she’s surprisingly hardy when it comes to cleaning, so she won’t be shying away from anything. maybe she’ll convince your muse to scrub a bit harder? or... once again... she’ll probably need help reaching some shit.

dec 31st: you guys know her concert routine by now.

i think!! eunah will actually allow herself to have some fun and get drunk at the new year’s party! she’s a big lightweight, so it won’t take much. does anyone wanna come to the theatre with her?? preferably any other musical kid?? so they can drunkenly sing theatre duets together!!

jan 1st: she’ll put on her best smile for 7rophy’s fan sign, but she’ll probably not be in the most... energetic mood. or whatever eunah’s version of energetic is. she’ll be amicable though, as per usual!! wish, 7rophy or silhouette members please come get a coffee with her while they’re waiting around.

dowoon

dowoon is pretty neutral about the whole thing!! as per usual, he’s just vibing. he doesn’t really care about christmas. can’t help but cringe at some of the spectacle people get up to when it comes to like extreme amounts of lights, so he’s happy enough to be somewhere that at least feels like it has a right to be decorated.

dec 25th: dowoon will put his best foot forward at the concert, like he always does! after charm’s set, you can probably find him facetiming his dog.

dec 26th: dowoon is rooming with yeonggi because they are bffs!! stan dogi <3

after that dowoon is headed to the pool, courtesy of the blue card he drew! kinda wishes he drew yellow instead but he likes swimming well enough, and will probably enjoy playing games!! someone come race in the pool w/ him maybe.

he’s honestly most excited to try all the different restaurants, and will be starting with the french fine dining one because he thinks he’ll like it the least.

doesn’t really care much about the holiday ball, but a party’s a party, he supposes, so whatever.

dec 27th: today dowoon is checking out the sushi restaurant!!

aside from that, he’s just relaxing in his suite LOL

will go out to get something to eat and maybe a couple of drinks in taipei in the evening though, if anyone wants to join him.

dec 28th: dowoon drew blue again!! he’s not big into shopping for himself (at all), so i think he’s going to use the money to pick out some nice gifts for his parents and his dog, and maybe something small for himself.

then it’s concert time! dowoon does his dance, he’s great, that’s all there is to know.

dec 29th: the next restaurant on dowoon’s list is the italian place!! again looking for a food critic partner in crime xoxo

otherwise, dowoon will probably just be vibing in various places around the ship. god, he is so boring.

dec 30th: dowoon drew yellow, and he’ll be sneaking off to join the red team to clean! he’s a decent actor and is known to work by himself a lot, so i don’t think he’ll be that suspicious.

last restaurant today!! the korean and american bbq grill. he left it for last because he knew he was guaranteed to enjoy it.

dec 31st: concert. hit hit hit hit sound.

new year’s party!! omg i am opening the floor to something inch resting if anyone has even read this far........ who wants to kith at midnight? but like not in the fun minhee way, maybe in a kind of emo we drank together for the last couple of hours on the observatory deck way and now we are kissing because it’s the new year. but like also dowoon does not like to Feel so he’ll probably be like “bye” and just fucking leave right after. nice one bro this is why you don’t get any.

jan 1st: dowoon holds his alcohol pretty well, so he’ll be fine for the fan sign, but if any of the members from charm, origin or mars need a pick me up, he doesn’t mind giving them some painkillers or whatever.

#guys this is 10 years long i am so sorry but!!! plots pls <3 #fmdcall #alcohol tw #just?? mentions of my kids drinking on new years #edit: and now i have to go do my makeup omfg i'm running late but i wanted to get this out!!!

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Voices Are Heard But Nothing Is Seen

Summary: Edge is about done with unexpected happenings, but today is certainly a day for them.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Brotherly Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pregnancy, More Angst

Warnings:

This chapter gets a little spicy, some light sexiness going on.

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Chapter List

What Will Be, Will Be

Something To Say, But Nothing Comes

Can’t Go On, Thinking Nothing’s Wrong

Seldom All They Seem

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The knock at his door was an unexpected one. Too early for proper visitors even if he was expecting one, which he certainly was not. Edge took a moment to look through the peephole, the fisheye view showing him a child from the Bun family standing on his porch.

It was the work of moments to unlock the door and Edge threw it open, looking down at the child with no little suspicion.

“What is it?” Edge asked brusquely.

The child cringed a little, one hand twisting in the front of his striped shirt and the other holding up an envelope. “Message for you, Captain.”

That cringe made Edge's frown deepen. A certain amount of fear was better for anyone living in Underfell, particularly the young, to keep them safe. He’d never really considered that the children were often afraid of him in particular. Not that he’d ever harmed a single one, of course not, but surely he was imposing even without whatever evening stories their parents wove to keep them in their beds at night.

The children of Snowdin often skittered out of his path whenever he approached, their expressions ones of fearful awe, as though he were their savior and their boogeyman combined.

It had never bothered Edge in the past. He didn’t have time to coddle them when he was trying his damnedest to keep them alive. But seeing this child duck his head, his gaze kept fearfully low brought to mind an unpleasant possibility; his own child doing the same whenever he approached, that little soul growing inside Rus shying anxiously away from him.

Edge swallowed thickly even as the envelope, still held out to him, began to tremble ever so slightly in the child’s grip, dark sweat smudging the white paper.

“Thank you,” Edge said as he took the envelope, trying to temper the gruffness in his voice. He must have been somewhat successful, the child blinked, eyes darting up to meet Edge’s gaze. Impulsive, he dug into his inventory and pulled out a G coin, holding it out wordlessly to the child. And when the child only stared, Edge held it out again, biting back impatience as he added, “Here. Take it.”

Slowly, they reached out and at the last moment, snatched the coin from his hand. He expected the child to bound off, finally giving in to his fears, but they only backed away a step or two, staring at the coin. It might well be the first they’d ever owned; the Bun family was a large one with little cash to spare.

“Thank you, sir,” the child whispered and now his expression was one of awe.

“Keep it safe,” Edge warned, and the child nodded fervently.

“I will! I will, Captain!” And he finally dashed away, leaving Edge alone with that envelope.

He recognized the seal and ground his teeth. There was magic woven into it to keep anyone except the recipient from opening it and he had no doubt that if that child had indulged in any harmless curiosity, he would be the worse for it.

There was nothing for it. There was no question that she already knew he had it. With a sharp-tipped thumb, he popped the seal, holding it away from his face as a pale hiss of yellow smoke steamed up from the wax as the spell dissipated.

An invitation from Alphys to visit that afternoon for tea, as he’d expected.

Wonderful.

He’d frankly rather spend an afternoon fighting off a mob of XP hunters than with her, but turning down the invitation would be an insult she couldn’t ignore. Engaging in any kind of feud with Alphys was very low on his list, possibly alongside an assassination attempt on Asgore in terms of avoidance.

The only solution would be to endure and hopefully come out alive in the end.

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Edge had visited the labs in Underswap once, reluctantly curious about the differences between worlds. As disturbing as it was to see Undyne’s alternate, a much shorter, meek and stammering version, almost more so was the sight of her lab. Dirty dishes scattered about, wrappers from the NTT resort balled up and piled beneath her desk. Disgusting, and knowing that she was Rus’s physician while he carried their child did not fill him with any sort of confidence.

But it was the only time in his recollection that Edge preferred filth to precision.

Alphys’s lab in Underfell was pristine, fluorescent lights glowing overhead, illuminating stark tiles and sleek stainless steel. The reek of bleach always hung heavy in the air, though even that couldn’t disguise the foul dankness lingering beneath.

The chairs were straight-back and uncomfortable, surrounding a low table, and Edge sat stiffly in his, watching as Alphys poured steaming tea into a delicate cup. There was a crack up the side of it, patched in gold, and when she handed it to Edge, he accepted it in silence.

“I suppose tea isn’t usual for a toast, b-but I hear that congratulations are in order,” Alphys said, pouring a cup of her own.

The rasp of her voice rarely ventured over a whisper and occasionally disintegrating entirely, coarsened by unnamed damage. Edge wondered at times if it was the same accident that caused the burns that left the side of her face sagging and one corner of her mouth drawn into a permanent scar, but an answer to that idle curiosity was surely not worth the price it would cost.

“Congratulations?” Edge asked. He managed to keep his tone neutral, but his soul was already sinking, chilled as if dunked in the freezing waters by the Snowdin docks.

Alphys nodded and sipped noisily from her cup, fastidiously wiping away the dribble of tea that leaked from the scarred side of her mouth. Edge raised his cup and did the same, discreetly holding the mouthful in a bubble of blue magic at the back of his throat, an uncomfortable but useful trick Red taught him years ago. Only a fool accepted any food within these walls without suspicion.

Thinking of his brother made an ache rise in his soul. Red was still barely talking to him, but there was no time for worrying on that. At least Red was spending a great deal of time with Rus and his interest in the souling was comforting. He wouldn’t be blaming the child for Edge’s stupidity.

“For the upcoming birth of your ch-child, of course!” Through her thick glasses, Alphys’s gaze was magnified and shrewd, regarding him knowingly. There was a choice to be made here.

What he knew of Alphys’s work was more rumor than fact, but he’d seen the results of one of her ‘experiments’ in New Home; once dangerous high-LV Monsters reduced to little more than dazed servants for the King. He suspected at times that some of the insanity-driven Monsters that roamed Snowdin wood weren’t there from their LV, but from something else entirely that sent them into screaming into the depths of madness. There was no way to be sure.

Edge didn’t know what things Asgore asked of her, what drove her. What he did know was that Undyne was infatuated with Alphys, no, perhaps obsessed would be more appropriate. His trust in Undyne could only extended so far, much as he wished otherwise; he couldn’t be confident that if she had to choose sides, it would be with him. That Alphys was questioning him now was damning as well, was it Undyne who’d broken confidence or if this was merely confirming that the audio-blocking device was no longer working.

Time was ticking away and there was still a choice to be made. Edge very much hoped it wasn’t the wrong one as he said, “Thank you.”

Alphys beamed and Edge wondered sourly if he’d only confirmed a suspicion rather than actual knowledge. But a denial might only make her more interested, entice her into trying to pry deeper into his affairs. Traps were in every direction and he needed to tread carefully.

“You must be so very excited! Skeleton magic is so very unique.” She took another sip of tea, saying almost into her cup as she looked up from beneath her lashes, “I realize this will be some time away, but when the child’s powers manifest, I do hope you let me observe.”

He could feel his magic burning hotter, crimson briefly eclipsing his vision with the flaring in his eye lights as he said, flatly. “You’re asking to experiment on my child.”

Alphys jerked, a splash of tea staining down the front of her pristine lab coat. He’d never seen Alphys look even mildly dismayed. It was something of a relief to see true horror now. “N-no, nothing like that! I only want t-to observe, your kind is so rare.” She set her cup onto the saucer with a clatter, clasping her clawed hands together, very nearly wringing them. Either she was a very convincing actor or genuinely upset and Edge was unwilling to bet on either. “I’m aware that my p-p-predecessor had a certain…reputation. But I would never hurt a child.”

But once the stripes were put away, all bets were off, weren’t they.

“I’ll consider it,” Edge said, intending no such thing. But being dragged all the way to Hotland for this sort of interrogation sat wrong with him and he couldn’t resist a jibe. “On the condition that Undyne is with you.”

A hectic flush rose in her cheeks and she gobbled out something in reply. But Edge was done. He drained the cup, pocketing the liquid with the rest, and stood, saying stiffly, “Thank you for the tea.”

He wasn’t quite to the door when Alphys called after him, “I haven’t seen your significant other on the c-cameras.” Edge ground his teeth, did not turn to look at her. There was no dismay in her voice now, only placid amusement as she asked slyly, “Where are you keeping them, tied up to your bed?”

It was no surprise she was watching. Everyone knew about the cameras, since the moment they were old enough to toddle past them. But the door to the basement, to the machine, was a mystery for very few. Other Monsters couldn’t seem to see the door. Their eyes skated over it, leaving a blank in their vision. As for the others, any skeleton not from Underfell made a point of shortcutting into their living room, per Edge’s rule. She couldn’t know where Rus was and that wasn’t about to change, not for any reason.

“Thank you for the tea,” Edge repeated. He turned his head enough to give her a short nod and left.

The moment he was outside, he spat out the tea, watching it seep quickly into the parched ground. The temptation was there to head directly back to Snowdin and from there to Underswap, but he resisted it. Better to go through his normal routine than to count on whatever force it was that kept the machine hidden to keep her from seeing where he was going.

It was past dinnertime when he finally went home. The house was empty, his brother nowhere to be seen, but that had been the norm since he learned about Rus’s pregnancy.

Edge changed out of his uniform before heading to the basement and the machine. Not that Rus didn’t know that he was in the guard, however, there was no need to grind his face in it. Lately, Rus was greedy to be held, cuddling in close whenever Edge was around. That was an easy desire to indulge and better in a comfortable pullover than armor.

His boots clattered on the steps as he went down, his concerns about Alphys sliding to the background as he thought fondly of Rus and his slowly growing belly. His brother’s prediction about it losing its translucence proved correct and Edge rather missed getting to see the soft glow of the little soul as it grew.

The tradeoff was that the little one moved now, sometimes with enough enthusiasm to make Rus wince, rubbing at whatever place was the recipient of a kick and complaining that their child was already taking after Edge.

Their child.

The evening was still early, but Rus was likely already sleeping. He often spent time drowsing away on the sofa while Edge and Blue watched television. He claimed the sofa was more comfortable for naps, cradling his achy bones.

The urge to hold him was growing by the moment and by the time Edge was out in the cold air of Underswap’s Snowdin, he was jogging to their front door, knocking lightly before opening it.

The living room was empty, he saw with a frown, the blanket Rus used folded neatly on the back of the sofa. There was a scrap of paper on the table and in Blue's best handwriting, Edge read that he’d gone off for night training with Alphys. Just seeing the name made Edge's mouth curl in distaste, even knowing they were very different people. He set the paper back down, considering the stairs.

Rus might have gone to bed early with both of them gone, and being able to hold him was winning out over Edge’s appetite. Perhaps he would quietly indulge for a time before seeing what dinner Blue surely left for them, from supplies Edge insisted on bringing. He could and would help provide, there would be no argument allowed there.

Yes, he decided, he wanted Rus close to him, Rus and their child. His conversation with Alphys had left him shaken and he wanted both of them in his arms.

Edge took a moment to lock the door, despite the insistence of the Swap brothers that it wasn’t necessary and went up the stairs on silent, stocking feet. Carefully he opened the door so as not to wake Rus, but he could not have braced himself for the sight before him.

Rus was completely bare, the soft orange swell of his belly stark against the pale sheets as he writhed and whimpered. His femurs were spread with one hand between them, his fingers working slickly, and Edge could only stand dumbfounded in the doorway, watching as he touched himself.

With a sigh, Rus opened his sockets and his hazy eye lights sharpened to see Edge standing there, gaping like a fool.

“fuck,” Rus groaned. His pelvis rose from the sheets, grinding almost desperately against his hand. “edge. i’m so fucking horny. help me?”

The soft honeyed flush in his cheek bones was enchanting, beautiful. Rus had always been beautiful at every brief tryst they’d had. Especially the last, his head tipped back as he gasped and whimpered, faint tears trailing down his cheekbones as he clawed desperately at the sheets, clutching them in a bone-creaking grip. His soul summoned between them, flashing lovely pure silver as it pressed to Edge’s, unknowingly creating the life he now carried.

But they hadn’t done anything of the sort since then. Edge slept next to Rus in his bed, held him close, offered light kisses and whispered to their child, and nothing more. He could taste the sweat beading on his upper jaw as he whispered, “I…I couldn’t...”

That lovely blush brightened, turned ruddy and mottled, closer to embarrassment than desire. Rus hastily reached for the sheet, dragging it over himself and wrapping up from skull to ankles.

“sorry,” Rus muttered, “wasn’t thinking.” He started to get up, swaddled in the sheet, his miserable hurt so blatant that Edge felt a flush of his own warming his cheek bones in matching shame.

“Wait, please.” Edge hastily crossed the room, sitting with Rus. Who refused to look at him, his pale eye lights flicking away.

“it’s no big deal, edgelord, i get it. you’re here for the kid is all and i overstepped—” He broke off as Edge ducked his head, giving him a firm kiss that should leave no doubt as to what Edge wanted. He opened his sockets when Edge drew away, panting softly and hurt fading to confusion.

“You don’t get it. It’s not that I don’t want to,” Edge told him. He hesitated, swallowing hard even as he confessed, “I don’t…I don’t want to hurt the baby.”

Rus blinked once, twice, staring at him and then suddenly clapped a hand over his mouth. At first Edge thought he was nauseous; that happened occasionally, and Blue would simply have to wait until the child was here before attempting to cook anything with garlic again.

Then he realized Rus was stifling laughter. “seriously? look, hot stuff, you’re hung, but even your junk isn’t gonna knock the skitten on the head.”

That…should probably be insulting but said like that it made his worries seem ridiculously silly. Edge managed a short nod, unable to stop the sheepish curve of his own smile.

But humor faded quickly as Rus licked his teeth, his sockets languidly hooded as he gazed at Edge with nothing less than hunger. “besides, it’s not like that’s the only thing we could do. i’m too horny to sleep and that’s a fact. up for giving me a hand or is that too much for you, edgelord?”

Edge surged forward almost before he finished speaking, taking Rus’s mouth fiercely and urging him to lean back as he settled between Rus’s thighs.

After all, Edge suspected his honor, or possibly his stamina, was being called into question and he was determined to defend both.

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Later, when Rus finally sank into an exhausted sleep, still quivering slightly with pleasurable little tremors, Edge curled up behind him.

Beautiful, Edge thought, though he kept it to himself, unwilling to wake Rus. But it was true, Rus was so very beautiful, always, and even more so now, ripe with pregnancy. He practically glowed with it and Edge would be content to simply look at him for some time, if he didn’t know Rus would give him a shove and tell him to knock it off.

Thinking of the baby...very lightly, Edge settled a hand over the slight curve of Rus’s belly. A soft thump greeted the touch, hard enough to make Rus murmur unhappily through his hard-won sleep. That wouldn’t do.

Edge slid down, replaced his hand with his cheek bone as he crooned softly to that bump, an almost forgotten lullaby from childhood. Perhaps it worked, the baby didn’t stir again. Or perhaps he was a fool, singing and whispering to a little one who couldn't hear a word of it. Edge did not know or care.

“I’ll keep you safe,” Edge murmured, too low to be heard even if he could be understood. “Keep you both safe.”

Underfell would never touch them, either of them. He would make sure of it.

Edge lay awake, his gaze flicking from Rus’s peaceful face to the pale, scarred bones of his hand resting against where his child slept, waiting to be born.

TBC

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