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[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: we’re still in america 🗣️ . let’s party with nadia, shall we?

warnings: outfit descriptions, cussing, social media environment, slight jealousy, typos, links to tag are down below and let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!

saint’s team radio 🎀: let’s not talk about how long overdue this chapter is, okay? 🫶🏽 hope you guys enjoy and i hope y’all missed Lewdia as much as i did!

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With the jingle of the house keys, the pair laughed into the night as Nadia carried her heeled boots in her hand. Lewis held onto her as she was on his back, his kind self offering to carry her since they left the arena.

"Out of all the songs they could've used, why'd they choose old school Drake when we showed up on the jumbotron?" She chuckled, removing the last of her tears of laughter with her thumb. "Nah, I'm still on the baby who wouldn't let go of you during halftime. Your jewellery was like the most interesting toy ever." He smiled at the memory, someone randomly handing Nadia their baby and started taking pictures.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that many cameras around me. The kids back at work are gonna have so much to say.” She admitted, watching the large front door open up and the entry hall greeted them. Nadia tapped his shoulder and he took that as sign to let her get on the ground. “Thank you for the piggy back ride, Sir.” She smiled and turned on her secret sock covered heel to enter the house.

He’ll never admit how much he loves when she calls him sir. Maybe one day he will, maybe he won’t.

Although sad that Roscoe wasn’t there to greet them due to him getting to be with his other dog friends, Nadia pushed that to the back of her mind and thought of her Gucci sandals for the comfort of her feet. “If we ever go anywhere where you know i’ll be cheering, please remind me to take my sandals with me.” She said out loud, slowly heading upstairs when an idea popped into her head.

The night was barely over and ending it so awkwardly didn’t sit well with Nadia.

“I have a feeling that you’re plotting something.” He stated, standing still waiting to hear what she could possibly come up with.

“Would you be up for ice cream right now?” She smiled while turning around to face him from the bottom stairs.

“At this time? Wouldn’t most shops be closed by now?” Lewis asked, confused by the idea but he knew he didn’t want to decline it.

“We could take a drive to find out,” The smile on her face was mischievous. “The night is way too young for us to come back from a game and sit in the house in silence.” She continued.

After a beat of silence, he had made his decision. “Let’s go change and you’re driving.” Lewis gave in. He felt it was right to let Nadia lead such activities, getting her used to such a busy lifestyle.

She walked out of the guest room with a basic athle-leisure romper and the same simple gold jewellery from earlier and her uggs were hugging her feet. “Hey Lew? Do you have a hoodie I could borrow?” She called out as she reached his room door that wasn’t closed all the way. Although not answering her, he walked out with a hoodie that smelled exactly like him, seemingly from Dior. Only written “CD” on the top left of the hoodie and just like she preferred all her hoodies, it was oversized.

“Dior? Are you crazy? I could stain this.”

“We have a laundry room downstairs, Nads. I could always buy another one and the whole store for you.” He slightly smirked.

“If that’s not the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She jokingly put her hand on her chest and they burst into laughter a few seconds after.

Sitting in the almost empty ice cream shop, Sweet Oasis, the two were on their second sugarcone bowl of their respective ice cream flavours. Nadia with cookies and cream and Lewis with vegan vanilla. The first round of desserts were deemed free by the all too excited cashier who was a big fan of Lewis.

“So in hindsight, Mission 44 is to help uplift the youth into STEM spaces including f1. Man, that’s so cool and to hear it growing so fast makes me feel proud.” Nadia nodded as she played around with her ice cream.

“Thank you, I really want to expand even further in different countries such as Brazil and surprise surprise, South Africa.” He chuckled at her face once mentioning her country of origin. “You’re already in my good books, Sir. Once you meet my friends and Rea then maybe you’ll be in the top five.” Nadia smiled, biting down on the wooden spoon.

“What are your friends like? Feel like I have to prep myself to meet them.” Lewis joked by moving his shoulders around. “They’re really cool and incredibly funny. They tried their best to make me famous but looks like I did that all by myself.” She teased.

Taking another bite of the ice cream, she spoke again. “The boys will try and intimidate you, especially Chunks and Filly. The girls will be welcoming, just always bring chocolate with you.” Nadia informed him, smiling at the thought of her friends.

“Then Rea is like my child although she’s my cousin. She’s gonna stay with my mom while she finishes year 12 but I think I might just take her in, I miss her too much.” She said, not wanting to let him know all about the tension with her mom just yet.

Looking at the McLaren that Nadia drove to the ice cream shop, Lewis could tell that she wanted to switch topics because of the tone in her voice and her completely avoiding eye contact with him.

“Do you want to talk about something else?” He asked and all she did was nod. She mouthed a thank you to him afterwards, feeling herself become safe with him. “So we’ve got quite the week ahead of us. Rhode, Hailey Bieber’s skin company, is hosting a party and we were invited.” He spoke.

“You wanna give me a heart attack or something, dude? I’m gon’ be around the Biebers? I still haven’t recovered from Beyoncé!” She replied, whispering the last words to him so that the few people around them wouldn’t be able to hear them.

He grinned at her reaction, her dramatic excitement along with her smile that she would always try hide would always make him feel something in his heart. He didn’t want to think that far. Lewis wouldn’t allow himself to think that far.

“Then the big news that Tia shouted at me to tell you is that we’re going to a Versace event in Cannes on Tuesday I think. Then it’s the Monaco gp which is a spectacle on its own.” He informed then chuckled at her putting her head in her hands.

“Your surprises are going to send me to the hospital one day, what do you mean Versace? That’s like a lifelong dream for me, dude.” She expressed, not sure whether to feel excited about experiencing all of these things or terrified for the busy schedule.

Finishing the last of his ice cream, he pushed the cup to the side and held out both his hands towards Nadia. Taking the sign to put her hands in his, he held them tightly. “Are we bout to pray right now? It’s a little too late for that, the ice cream’s done.” Nadia joked, looking i between their hands and his face.

“Nads.” Lewis started. “Sorry, serious stuff now.” The man couldn’t resist the smile on his face as she joked around, revealing more of her personality to him.

“My life gets incredibly busy, even I get exhausted. So, you don’t have to be everywhere with me. It would be cool to see how you do things while we’re at all these events but you need your time to yourself, y’know?” He continued.

Nodding her head, she spoke up. “Yeah no, I get you. It’ll take some time to get used to everything and I don’t mind the travelling, you’re cool to be…around. Pookie, we gotta go.” Nadia’s eyes were concentrated on whatever was going on behind Lewis.

“Don’t look back, they’ll know we’re watching them. Let’s just get up and go to the car.” Nadia said, still holding his hands and she put on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

And as she said, the pair stood up and threw away their trash, saying goodbye to the worker whilst ignoring the flashes from the large window shops. She lifted her hood before walking out the door that Lewis opened for her and the flashes tripled. Looking at her husband, he already had his sunglasses on and dug in his pocket to give her the car keys.

Once in the McLaren, the car front was surrounded by the paparazzi but the tinted windshield gave them a little bit of privacy. In the driver’s seat, Nadia took out her phone and connected her phone to the car after igniting the engine. “Have you heard of Amapiano?” She asked him, watching him get comfortable being the passenger.

“Uh, kinda. Why?”

“Wanna take a lil drive and listen to it?” And there was her mischievous smile once again. Before he could get his answer out, different beats started playing until the beat started to flow and the artist started singing in a different language that Nadia clearly knew very well.

Rolling down the windows a bit, she reversed the supercar and drove off, leaving the paparazzi speechless.

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loriharvey i’m actually obsessed with you, i can’t wait to meet you

nadiahamilton i’m too excited

lewishamilton you’re so welcome for me curling the back of your head

nadiahamilton sleep with one eye open, pookie 🫶🏽

user blasting amapiano at night while driving to you is cool?

nadiahamilton it’s one of the best things i’ve ever done

user it’s just unnecessary publicity

nadiahamilton you wanted to be in the car with me, didn’t you?

justineskye your face card is insane, i’m hyperventilating

nadiahamilton that’s all you 🥹

user mother

user it’s still weird that you guys are here praising a woman who spawned out of nowhere

user like why is no one talking about this???

user it’s very simple. they’re married and she’s only showing herself to the public now

haileybieber i want to be your mirror, just stare at you forever

lewishamilton that’s what i’m there for!

beyonce 💗

user WAIT WAITTTT HOW TF

user THERE’S NO WAY BEYONCÉ COMMENTED

user NADIA YOU BETTER SPILL

nataliatheedon 5,6,7 what?!

amarawinston ATEEEE

charlotteparks my friend is so super stunning

nadiahamilton awww you guysss 🤭

user idk what he sees in her, she barely is dressed

yungfilly come back to the UK nads, it isn’t the same ☹️

nadiahamilton i willllll, i’m just doing stuff with my husband 😝

chunkz tell him to come back as well 🫵🏽

lewishamilton 👋🏾

chunkz ay big ups brotha, the champion 🙏🏽

nadiahamilton chunkz pls 😭😭😭

user does anyone know if she’s got a studio for styling??

user i actually don’t know if she does

centralcee not yet, she works through emails and shit

user and how tf would YOU know

ajshabeel alr, pack it up cench 😐

user WHAT’S THE BEEF? THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

user please come back home to south africa 🇿🇦

nadiahamilton ofc i will 🥹

versace 🪩💗

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“How do you do that? So easily too?” Lewis questioned as he read through her instagram comments. The way she casually spoke to everyone as if they were long time friends was absolutely fascinating to watch.

“It’s a technique I learned from my kids. I always want them to be comfortable in class especially when it’s a tough topic like post-Renaissance.” She shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing and continued to fluff her hair a bit more.

The two, coincidentally, were matching in colours. Nadia’s corset wasn’t too tight but it complimented her jewellery and she felt comfortable wearing such short shorts because the high top Rick Owen sneakers were just the right fit. Her Dior saddle bag sat next to her as they rode in the back of the Escalade.

And of course, they were both wearing their grillz.

“Thank you for introducing me to Amapiano fully. I can’t get any of the songs out of my head.” He said, constantly bouncing his hands on his legs to whatever beat he was thinking of. “It’s addictive! I told you, sthandwa.” She smiled softly but didn’t see him whip his head towards her.

“…What?”

“Oh! It’s a term of endearment from South Africa, it means ‘love’ then sthandwa sami is like my love. Just like how you brits say love.” Nadia explained. Lewis definitely heard everything she said but he was hooked on how she said it. If he thought that hearing songs with her native language was addictive, he could most definitely get used to hearing her speak it.

“Just to clarify, it’s Zulu. Whereas in Sotho, it’s something completely different. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you so that you don’t fuck up when we go to sa.” She chuckled but then stopped in her tracks.

“That’s if we do ever visit, don’t want to be too forward.”

“Of course we’re going to South Africa, are you kidding? I feel like I’ve just discovered a whole new world.” Lewis assured, basically jumping in excitement.

“What have I created?” Nadia joked to herself.

-

Although she knew that this was Hailey’s event and she knew that it was going to be full, Nadia didn’t expect it to be this full.

Leaning into Lewis as they walked through the crowd of paparazzi and hired photographers, she turned to him a little more. “I feel severely underdressed with my sneakers.” She worried. “You look amazing though, your feet are still not fully healed from yesterday right?” Lewis asked as discreet as possible.

“I mean I knew damn that I wasn’t going to wear heels because of yesterday.” She replied, waving to the photographer calling her and Lewis’ name. All of this was very weird. It felt weird to just be called by paparazzi.

“Exactly, so you’re cool. As long as you feel comfortable and you feel good, then I’m good.” He reassured her.

Before she could answer, they had reached the door and there was a girl standing with cocktails on the tray she was holding. They thanked her but politely declined to it and entered and the atmosphere inside was lively.

The colour scheme for Rhode was beige and other earthy colours which fit the aesthetic perfectly of the decor of the event. Sow r&b music was playing quite loudly while everyone in attendance was talking amongst themselves. As soon as her and Lewis stepped foot inside, many people’s attention went to him and Nadia.

Squeezing his hand a bit tighter, Nadia and Lewis made eye contact and he slightly relaxed because she looked calm but obviously a little nervous.

“Oh my God! The Hamiltons are here!” Someone shouted in a singsong voice and as Nadia was trying to identify who was that, Hailey Bieber and Lori Harvey appeared right in front of them with the the biggest smile on their faces. “Oh my goodness, welcome to Rhode! I’m so excited to see you guys and,” Hailey gasped as she took a look at Nadia.

“Nadia! You’re so beautiful, whoa. Where are my manners? I’m Hailey!” “And I’m Lori and girl, I was serious when I said i’m obsessed with you.” They introduced themselves and their smiles were damn near blinding. “It’s nice to meet you guys, this is exciting.” She smiled, grateful that they couldn’t see how nervous she was.

“Okay okay so let’s go take pictures now then I’ll introduce the products then we party!” Hailey said all too enthusiastically. In all of this, Lewis watched as Nadia interact so gracefully with the same people she was nervous to meet and he couldn’t help but feel proud of her and how she handled everything.

After taking photos with everyone and meeting Justine who damn near fainted at seeing Nadia in front of her, they were seated on their own little table just like everyone and were served hors d’oeuvres during the presentation of the skincare brand.

“How are you feeling?” Lewis leaned in and whispered as one of the products were being shown.

“I’m good, feeling much better. Wasn’t expecting so much love from the girls today.” She leaned over to him as well, careful to not make a noise for other guests.

“I knew they’d love you. And maybe you work with them in the future?” He mentioned, noticing her head resting on his shoulder so he moved a little closer where she could be more comfortable.

“When I get my own studio or truly advertise myself to such a crowd.” She replied. He nodded and she felt it, making her smile a little. “I have the strongest of feelings that there’s an after party when this is all done.” Nadia said, slightly lifting her head to look around the crowd that looked it was ready to party.

“Yup, it’s at their house. It’s like 5 minutes away from home so whenever you want to leave, we can.” And there go the butterflies in her stomach.

-

Walking into the Bieber’s home and seeing how it came alive, Nadia felt like she was in a movie. People who she always thought she would be lucky to see in person were introducing themselves to her and greeted her husband with the most excitement she’s ever seen.

After ‘settling in’ and finding a designated sitting spot to come back to from the dance floor, Nadia could be seen having the time of her life singing lyrics to the group of girls she met earlier including Jordyn Woods. The music shifted from hiphop to Afrobeats and the energy in the whole room was ignited.

Random people that she didn’t know started partying with her and hyped her up after each song. Once Amapiano started rolling in, all eyes were on her as she was dancing but didn’t want to use all her energy. With only a shot in her system, she started feeling rather thirsty and knew that it was time to go sit with her.

As she walked towards their table, she watched as Lewis danced in his seat at the song she was playing earlier in the day. “Now I have to take you to SA. Look at you shimmying.” She laughed as she flicked her hair back and sat next to him on the couch.

“Look at me? You were the party! Miles calls you Ms Party.” He laughed as Nadia saw where he pointed at and there was Miles and Amara but her eyes were closed. “Miles! Hey, damn it’s like i haven’t seen you in forever!” She greeted, opening the water bottle that Lewis saved for her. “And what’s up with Amara? Is she good?”

“I just got here with Amara and she ate two edibles on the way so she’s sleepy.” He smiled, not moving much as Amara was laying on him. “And Abel says hi.” Lewis said, tapping Nadia’s shoulder to catch his attention.

“Abel? As in Abel ‘The Weeknd’?” Nadia asked, gulping her water down as soon as she realised. All Lewis did was nod and just smile at her, their faces quite close already.

“Damn. Let me go find Justine, she got chocolate for me somewhere-” Nadia’s sentence was cut off short because she stood up and bumped into someone. She was still close to the table so she held onto the small table for balance.

Looking up, she saw a tall white man with a very obnoxious smile and recognised his face to be Jack Harlow. “Oh damn, I’m sorry, Ma. I really should watch where I’m going.” Jack apologised, reaching for her left hand and held it in her hand to hold in between his hands.

With her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes watching this man’s actions, she didn’t bother to answer him. “Don’t you feel the ring on my hand?” She fired at him with all lifted brow.

“You’ve got rings all over your hands and by the way, they’re quite soft, damn.” He straightened up his posture to feel on her hand even more. “What’s your name, Ma?” Jack asked with a dopey smile.

Feeling a hand circle her entire waist, she felt her body being pulled down and landed on something that didn’t feel like the couch. Looking down, Nadia was sat on Lewis’ lap. His lap and his hand was still on her waist quite securely.

“Go on, say your name love. He wants to know.” Lewis’ husky voice traveled through your ears and brought chills down your spine.

“Nadia Hamilton.” She managed to get out, shimmying her hand out of Jack’s hold to formally shake his hand. The white man’s face dropped at the sight in front of him. He really tried to flirt with a legendary f1 driver’s wife.

All Jack could muster up the strength to do was nod. “I’ll catch y’all later, it was nice meeting you guys.” He pursed his lips together and walked away.

Turning her head towards Lewis’ face, she resisted the urge to smirk. Deciding to be a little messy, she made herself comfortable on his lap and moved a bit, feeling an even tighter squeeze on her waist.

“You’re gonna be jealous of a lil white boy?” She teased but his smirk could not be wiped off his face. “Never that, Mrs Hamilton.” He responded, knowing he succeeded because she looked away as she was blushing.

“I’m so happy I was awake to see that.” Amara whispered to Miles as they watched their friends catch feelings for each other in real time.

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user i’ve never suffered from fomo like this before

user i wish i was an influencer rn

kehlani what can one do to party with you

nadiahamilton come to next week’s race 🫵🏽

kehlani already got the tickets 😝

fencer MISS PARTY 🗣️🗣️

nadiahamilton is this nickname going to stick?

spinzbeatinc you know it!

haileybieber you’re so much fun ily

nadiahamilton ily!!

loriharvey is this a sign to take a girl’s trip to sa?

justineskye i hope so!

ryandestiny can i come? it looked so fun

jordynwoods i’ve already got my bags PACKED

theestallion count me in, i’ll get to know you on the plane ride baby 😝

lewishamilton sthandwa sami 🕺🏽💗

nadiahamilton 😚🫶🏽

user HOW DOES HE KNOW ZULU???

user he’s got a Zulu wife bro

user this is so shocking to see 😭

user this better be a public holiday when they come over

niko now come back and party with us

nadiahamilton can you give me like a week?

ohnosharky this needs a celebration

nellarose_ Nadia’s homecoming if you will!

kingkennytv ‼️‼️‼️

student now you HAVE to spill the tea with us in class

nadiahamilton ugh fine 🙄

amarawinston 🪩🪩🪩🪩

user i was a server at the rhode event and omg you’re gorgeous in real life 😭

nadiahamilton thank you my angel 🤍

user i was a server too and since nobody’s saying it, you’ve got an ASS on you ma’am (i’m a girl)

nadiahamilton tears thank you 🤭

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[mariacallous]

If anyone can rally up a base, it’s Taylor Swift.

When sexually explicit, likely AI-generated, fake images of Swift circulated on social media this week, it galvanized her fans. Swifties found phrases and hashtags related to the images and flooded them with videos and photos of Swift performing. “Protect Taylor Swift” went viral, trending as Swifties spoke out against not just the Swift deepfakes, but all nonconsensual, explicit images made of women.

Swift, arguably the most famous woman in the world right now, has become the high-profile victim of an all-too-frequent form of harassment. She has yet to comment on the photos publicly, but her status gives her power to wield in a situation where so many women have been left with little recourse. Deepfake porn is becoming more common as generative artificial intelligence gets better: 113,000 deepfake videos were uploaded to the most popular porn websites in the first nine months of 2023, a significant increase to the 73,000 videos uploaded throughout 2022. In 2019, research from a startup found that 96 percent of deepfakes on the internet were pornographic.

The content is easy to find on search engines and social media, and has affected other female celebrities and teenagers. Yet, many people don’t understand the full extent of the problem or its impact. Swift, and the media mania around her, has the potential to change that.

“It does feel like this could be one of those trigger events” that could lead to legal and societal changes around nonconsensual deepfakes, says Sam Gregory, executive director of Witness, a nonprofit organization focused on using images and videos for protecting human rights. But Gregory says people still don’t understand how common deepfake porn is, and how harmful and violating it can be to victims.

If anything, this deepfake disaster is reminiscent of the 2014 iCloud leak that led to nude photos of celebrities like Jennifer Lawrence and Kate Upton spreading online, prompting calls for greater protections on people's digital identities. Apple ultimately ramped up security features.

A handful of states have laws around nonconsensual deepfakes, and there are moves to ban it on the federal level, too. Rep. Joseph Morelle (D-New York) has introduced a bill in Congress that would make it illegal to create and share deepfake porn without a person’s consent. Another House bill from Rep. Yvette Clarke (D-New York) seeks to give legal recourse to victims of deepfake porn. Rep. Tom Kean, Jr. (R-New Jersey), who in November introduced a bill that would require the labeling of AI content, used the viral Swift moment to draw attention to his efforts: “Whether the victim is Taylor Swift or any young person across our country—we need to establish safeguards to combat this alarming trend,” Kean said in a statement.

This isn’t the first time that Swift or Swifties have tried to hold platforms and people accountable. In 2017, Swift won a lawsuit she brought against a radio DJ who she claimed groped her during a meet-and-greet. She was awarded $1—the amount she sued for, and what her attorney Douglas Baldridge called a symbolic sum “the value of which is immeasurable to all women in this situation.”

Last fall, tens of thousands of people registered to vote after the superstar posted a link to Vote.org on Instagram. And in 2022, her fan base, so enraged after waiting hours to buy tickets to the Eras Tour only to be beaten out by bots, reignited conversation around antitrust issues with Ticketmaster and Live Nation’s mega-merger. A cringy Senate hearing followed, and an investigation into Live Nation’s agreements with venues and artists is ongoing.

Swift and her fans could advocate for legal changes at the federal level to pass. But their outrage could do something else: lead platforms to take notice. “When you have a really massive group of users saying this content is unacceptable in this very high-profile way, the power there is about what it says to the platform about what users will and won’t tolerate,” says Cailin O’Connor, a professor of philosophy at University of California, Irvine and coauthor of The Misinformation Age: How False Beliefs Spread. X did not respond to a request for comment on the images and its moderation efforts regarding deepfake porn. Elon Musk bought the site in 2022 and quickly gutted its moderation teams. Advertisers have also dropped off recently after Musk’s apparent endorsement of an antisemitic conspiracy theory.

It’s not clear whether Swift will take on this issue. A representative for Swift did not respond to a request for comment for this story. Harassment of female celebrities is frequent and often brushed aside, but deepfakes are harming them and others without the same power. This could be a moment for Swift to use her powerful platform—or at least for her fans to push the issue before the public.

[ssahotchnerr]

i’m in italy atm and all i can think about is going on holiday with aaron (with an age gap obvs), and him being full holiday mode😭

and wearing the HOTTEST outfits, like the tight polos, khaki shorts, button ups omg

but also being so caring and fun, and finally letting himself relax, your honour i love him🩷💖💞

omg i'm so jealous of you and PLEASE aaron in vacation mode is one of my all time favorite things 🤭 not me having a pinterest board with this aesthetic 🫣

no because no one needs a vacation more than him 😣 SO when you first mentioned it, he was a bit hesitant - like can he make it work due to his schedule, will he be able to take time off, etc - but he has more than enough vacation time piled up, and he wants needs to spend undivided time with you, so before you know it the two of you are booking a hotel and those buying plane tickets <3333

and the lead up too!!!!! the days up until you leave, he's sending you texts throughout the work day, things like "these consults driving me insane, can't wait until it's just you and me" "so excited to get away with you sweetheart" or he's texting you links of things to do while you the two of you are there - tourist places, maybe a wine tour, boat tours, maybe a beach or two. he's just so excited for that much needed break he's too stubborn to give himself, and most importantly he's excited to just be with you <3 🥰

and buying aaron clothes for him to wear 🤭 like of course you know what he looks the sexiest in, and of course he wants to please you hehe 🤭 so he doesn't argue against those tight polos showing off that strong torso of his, a tight button-up and almost looks like it's going to pop - again just exhibiting that hot dad bod and showing off his muscles in alllllll the right places <333333 🤤🤤🤤 and the shorts!!!!!!! the man has a hot pair of calves that he doesn't nearly show off enough thanks to the dress slacks he always wears - so those need to come out to play too

anddd he definitely does shopping of his own for you too 🤭 things for you to wear out and in the bedroom hehe 🥰😵‍💫

and it takes the two of you foreverrrrr to get ready in the morning, or to get ready for dinner, to go out, because either one of you just pounces the other because of how good they look 😵‍💫 the second aaron put on one of those sexy polos, you were a goner. you put on such a pretty dress, and within moments aaron already has it on the floor hehe <3333

but UGH just throughout the days the two of you are there - his eye bags nearly disappear, the tension in his shoulders are long gone, he's smiling and laughing more 🥹 he's just sooo carefree and even a bit giddy <3 walking around your vacation spot, both your hands are joined and he's swinging them back an forth lightly, bringing your hand to his lips, and simply kissing you no matter where with no hesitation 🥹

going on a boat tour with him 🩷💓💞💞🩷 he's standing behind you as you're taking in all the sights, his arms are wrapped around your waist, and he keeps presses kisses to your neck and UGH he's so happy to be in such a beautiful place with someone who's even more beautiful <3333

and lounging on a beach together, just 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 shirtless aaron and the dilf sunglasses <333333 and aaron insists on putting multiple layers of sunscreen on you - he says it's due to the sun, but he just wants an excuse to touch you lmao <3333 and of course if he's putting more on you, you'll gladly return the favor 🤭 aaron still manages to get a lil burnt, which he is a bit grumpy over that night as the two of you get ready for dinner, but in your eyes he just looks so soooo pretty sunkissed, and then it develops into a tan 😮‍💨🤤 <333333333

and every day, you end it watching by the sunset together 💕💓🥰 accompanied with sooo many kisses and sweet words <333 like aaron thanking you for getting him away, and how much he loves you <3333

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner fluff

[shooting-love-arrows]

What’s Yandere Barbarians kinks? (I assume one of them is breeding? 🥰)

Also I assume that the men of his clan are raised a certain way to follow in their fathers’ foot steps, but what of the women born into his clan? What’s their role? (I think you said that they were “traditionalists”?) And how would courtship work for them since they aren’t abducted or anything?

*I just wanna be a house wifey/mother to my lovely barbarian man 🙈

Dear Anon,

What of the women born into his clan? What’s their role? The barbarian woman:

Stay in the village most of the time. They aren't trained enough to go on the raids or fight bigger armies. But that doesn't mean they're harmless. They are trained in basic combat and to wield a white weapon so that they can protect themselves in case of an intruder or attack.

They hold the power in the village/camp/location they are currently residing. They are the one to decide if the place is good enough to camp, make sure there's enough supplies (food/medicine/sacrificial artifact/etc). If there's not enough, they turn to males who are responsible for bringing the females necessary supplies. 

They are considered gifts from the beings above. Since the birth of females is rather low among the barbarians, when one is born, it's a moment a family should fervently pray for giving them such a blessing. After all, it is the woman who is a gifter and nourishes life. So with that in mind, they are also considered a link between the mortal world and eternal one. They are the priestesses. 

They're the one to lead sacred ceremonies, give blessings, organize the funeral, pray and give sacrifices to gods. If one doesn't have the necessary blessing from a head female of their family (which is usually the oldest), then there is little to no chance you can do in some matters. You can always try persuading the head female but you never know how it can end up, since they can end up cursing you.

How would courtship work for them since they aren’t abducted or anything? Barbarian courting traditions when it comes to their own people still includes kidnapping.  Since I mentioned earlier, there is significantly less females in the barbarian population. This means there is high competition among male members of the population. So in the end this part of the courting is still a bloody mess. At first, the male is supposed to woo the female with a show of power/wealth/ability to provide and protect her. Those are the generall first stages of courtship.  Kidnapping comes as the last step. It is the ultimate test of his ambition and abilities. The difficulty lies in the fact that he has to kidnap the bride from her household/family. Remember, all of them can harm him and they will protect their daughter with all they have since they are probably made aware that there’s a bachelor interested in her in the first place. If he succeeds, then he's supposed to bring her to his tent/house, where the members of the bride's family have a last chance to take her back by attempting to buy her out of captivity.  If the family fails, the woman and man are considered engaged and are supposed to be blessed by the head females of each of their households. From this day onward, the future bride is to live in her future husband's household. 

What’s Yandere Barbarians kinks? Yandere! Barbarian (some of the) kinks would include:

Breeding. It's only normal to desire an offspring(s). And since Yandere! Barbarian lets his primal instincts take control in most situations, I think he'll like to have one too. 

Blindfolding their partner. You don't need to see him during your passionate and rough love making. You only need to feel him and bask in the pleasure he gives you. He just loves how confused and helpless you look. Sprawled on the bed, swallowed by thick furs and left at his mercy, not even knowing what’s to come next. 

Role play (prey [the reader] and a hunter [Yandere! Barbarian])/chasing. He loves a good dose of adrenaline. The feeling of his heart speeding up to the point it’s ready to burst out of his chest, the thin layer of sweat on his skin and the wind blowing his hair and filling his lungs with fresh air. It’s what gets him going. So with that in mind, he’ll let you run away from him, only to chase you down and in the end catch you. Once he does, there’s no escape. He will hold you tightly, hugging your body to his like he’s trying to be one with you. He'll most likely take on the spot he has caught you.

I hope that answers some the questions. I am sure you'll be a perfect wife for him :)

@shooting-love-arrows

#s.l.arrows answers <3

[ijustreallylovethem]

bad idea right?

this song is so iconic i knew i had to write something about it before i even got all the way through the first listen. i couldn’t even add the song link when i started this post, it was so soon after the song came out 😂😭

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ethan edwards x reader

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you cheered as your roommate, claire, took yet another shot. she was finally twenty-one so she had invited you and a few other friends out to the bar to celebrate finally legally being able to get in. you watched as a guy made his way up to her and spoke something to her, then she nodded and he turned to the bar while she turned to you with a giddy smile. yet another guy offering to buy her a drink after seeing the sash she had insisted on wearing for this very reason. it was a good idea, you had to hand it to her. she had been getting free drinks from people, mostly guys, all night after they caught sight of the glittery sash she donned.

"i need to pee," your friend lexi said from behind you and you nodded. you grabbed her hand to make sure you wouldn't get separated, leading her through the crowd of people. it was the first week back on campus after the long summer and most of the student body was happy to be back. the other part was comprised of those who stayed over summer or were local and freshmen who were new to campus. the latter usually stuck to frat or team parties though, not straying to the bars until later in the semester. the line to the bathroom wasn't too long, luckily, and you only waited a few moments to get in and go. the handicap stall opened as you got to the front so you and lexi both went in, giggling as you told you about a guy's attempt of hitting on her earlier. you stood and pulled your jeans back up, leaning against the wall as you buttoned them.

"woah." lexi giggled, handing you back your drink. your head was spinning but you smiled as you took it back from her. "i am so fucked right now," you giggled and lexi joined in as you made your way to the sinks. you both managed to find your way through the crowd again and back to your other friends, claire still talking to the man she was with when you left. they were standing close, and she was giggling, and you had an idea of where she would be ending up tonight. you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, and you took a sip of your drink as you pulled it out. you nearly spat it out at the name on the screen, your drunk mind running a million miles a second. eventually, the call rang out. you stayed staring at the screen, the notification of the missed call popping up, but then being covered by a text.

eth

come over

oh, ethan. ethan edwards: junior at university of michigan, majoring in sports management, number seventy-three on the hockey team, and your ex-boyfriend. you and ethan had started dating had started dating mid-february. you had a good relationship, but a terribly timed fight brought it to an end. it was the end of the semester and you were both leaving for the summer. you had to go back home for the summer, your apartment lease only being for the school year and you wanted some extended time with your family. ethan had a summer full of vacations and hockey planned, and he wasn't sure yet if he would be coming back in the fall, possibly moving on in his hockey career. at the end of the fight, you were wanting to take a break, but ethan knew with you both leaving in just a week that it was much better and easier to just break up. you agreed, and left the relationship on good terms. if anyone asked you now, you would tell them that you guys were friends.

the truth is though, you'd call him your friend and he'd say the same about you, but neither of you had kept in touch. that's why you were so shocked to see his name on your phone. you hadn't spoken to him since you left their house that night after the fight. you glanced up at your friends, realizing none of them had noticed your slight turmoil. going would be a bad idea, right? you made a split-second decision and took a few steps toward claire.

"hey! i think i'm gonna head out, i'm super tired." she pouted, but pulled you in for a hug.

"you're good to get home by yourself?" you nodded.

"i'm getting an uber now."

"text me when you get there."

"of course!" you leaned in close to her. "let me know if you're coming home later or not." you pulled away with a smirk and she returned it, giving you a wink. with that you were turning around, hugging your other friends goodbye, and making your way outside. it was much quieter out there, peaceful almost if it wasn't for the group of drunk girls down the street singing as they walked home. your finger hovered over the missed call for a moment before you tapped it, and then your phone was dialing. you lifted it to your ear, kicking your feet against the sidewalk nervously.

"hey." his voice sent a shockwave through your body, and you instantly knew you were in deep shit.

"hey. sorry i missed your call. i was out for claire's birthday."

"are you still out?"

"i'm out...side of the bar." he chuckled lowly.

"and are you planning to go back in or are you gonna listen to my text?" he asked you smiled.

"well, i guess that depends."

"on?"

"i know what happens if i go back inside, but what happens if i come over?" he laughs at that.

"i just wanna catch up."

"mmhmm. i see."

"y/n, come on. we both know you wouldn't have even walked out of the bar if you weren't thinking about it, let alone call me back." you pursed your lips, knowing he was right. it was silent for only a second before your phone dinged, and you pulled it away and put it on speaker to look at the new message. "sent you my new address." you remembered ethan telling you that they were going to move since luke and mackie left for the nhl. they wanted to downsize to a four-bedroom so dylan's brother, tyler, could move in with them since he had transferred.

"you drive a hard bargain," you smiled.

"would i convince you if i told you i'm the only one home?" you laughed.

"would you be surprised if i told you i've been convinced since i read your text?" now it was his turn to laugh.

"not at all."

"i'll be there in a few, e."

"can't wait. be safe." you pulled the phone away and hung up, then copied the address and pasted it into the uber app. it was only a few minutes away but you didn't want to risk walking there by yourself. only a few minutes after confirming, a black toyota corolla pulled up and you climbed in after confirming it was for you. the woman driving made small talk, asking about your night and such, and you did the same to her. she pulled up in front of the house after only four minutes, and you thanked her for the ride as you got out. before you could even make it halfway up the drive, the front door is open and ethan is leaning against the frame smiling. he's only wearing a pair of sweatpants and you can't help but look him over as you make your way to him. he looked good, way too good. you always told people he was the hottest guy you had ever seen, and your opinion hadn't changed much over the summer you spent apart.

"you look good," he spoke, stepping aside to let you in.

"thanks, so do you." he let out a chuckle, leading you into the house. "need some water or anything?" you shook your head.

"where are the guys? and why are you home on a friday night?" you ask as he leads you up the stairs.

"they're out. i was too until i started thinking about you." you followed him into his room, letting your eyes rake over the space as you entered. it was pretty similar to his room in the last house, with the same furniture and decorations, just rearranged. you suddenly remembered that you told claire you'd text her, so you quickly pulled out your phone to do so. ethan sat down in his desk chair, watching you. you slid your phone back in your pocket and sat on his bed, looking over at him and noticing he was already looking at you.

"what?"

"you don't have a new boyfriend do you?" he asked teasingly. he didn't think you'd be one to cheat but he wanted to be sure. you shook your head and smiled.

"just claire. told her i'd let her know when i got home." he nodded.

"so she doesn't know you're here?" your cheeks flushed at his words and you shook your head. "so what happens when she gets home and you're not there? or are you planning on staying for five minutes and dipping?"

"i don't think she was ending up back at our place tonight," you smiled, and ethan returned it.

"so you're free for the rest of the night?" you couldn't help but like the way he sounded hopeful when he asked.

"i am."

"good." he didn't say anything after that, just turned to his desk and picked up his tv remote. he spun his chair to face the tv resting on top of his dresser, navigating around until he turned on an old movie. when he begun looking for something to watch, you pulled out your phone and read the reply claire had sent you, letting you know that she for sure would not be home until the morning, you wished her luck and told her to stay safe, looking back up as the movie started. you recognized it instantly and couldn't help but roll your eyes slightly. it was the movie you had always turned on when you and ethan were about to have sex, not wanting any of his roommates to hear anything.

"so you really only wanted me to come over to fuck?" you asked. if he had, you weren't angry, but there was a small part of you hoping that there was more to the story.

"not necessarily." you didn't respond, just glancing to the tv screen and then back to him. he sighed. "honestly, i just can't read you right now so i don't know if i should come over there and kiss you or tell you how much i miss you." his words caused your body to flood with warmth.

"you miss me?"

"so much. why did we think breaking up was a good idea?" you laughed lightly, shook your head and shrugged.

"we were young and dumb."

"three months ago?" ethan laughed and you nodded. "i wanted to call you all summer, tell you about everything i was doing and hear about your days too. but i didn't know if you wanted to hear from me so i never reached out."

"i felt pretty much the same," you admitted quietly.

"yeah?" you nodded. "guess we're both still pretty young and dumb, huh?"

"yeah."

"can i do something smart?" ethan asked.

"please tell me you're gonna come over here and kiss me." ethan smiled, getting up from the chair. he sat next to you, cupping your cheek and pulling your lips to his. you couldn't help but melt into him, missing the way his lips felt against yours and loving the fact that you got to feel them again. his free hand reached out to grip your thigh and you moaned at the feeling. ethan pulled his lips from yours and you tried to catch your breath as he nipped and sucked at the skin on your neck. he was too good at finding that sweet spot just under your jaw, and you gasped when he did. your fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair on the back of his neck, a breathy moan leaving your throat.

his hand that had previously been cupping your cheek had slid down to your hip and was now sliding slowly up your side, his fingers dipping under the bottom of your shirt. you reached behind you, pulling at the bow that tied it together in the back. ethan had noticed what you'd done, and pulled away from your neck so you could pull the fabric over your head.

"pretty as ever," you heard him whisper as you leaned back, letting your back rest against his comforter. his lips trailed over your collarbones and then your chest, one hand holding his weight and the other cupping your boob.

"ethan, please," you whined. closing your eyes. you already knew you would be covered in marks tomorrow and you were ready for more from him. his hand trailed down your stomach to the button of your jeans, popping it open and sliding the zipper down. his hand slid under the fabric, his fingers teasing you lightly over your panties. your back arched slightly, trying to press yourself further into his hand. your eyes opened and you found him smiling down at you. only a second later he was leaning down, catching your lips with his again.

"missed you so much," he whispered when he pulled away, then gave you another quick peck.

"missed you too," you whispered back, then let out a whimper as he pulled his hand from your jeans. he was sitting up then, kneeling on the bed to rid you of the denim. you were glad now that you had decided to wear a nice pair of underwear when getting ready earlier. those were next to go, leaving you bare in front of him. you watched as he backed up a bit, then laid down on his stomach between your legs.

"this okay?" he asked. you nodded, giving him a small smile as you reached down to card your fingers through his hair. he pressed a few kisses to the inside of your thighs, causing you to shiver at the feeling. his tongue ran lightly over your folds before he flattened it and made the same motion. you sighed, relishing the feeling. you hadn't had any hookups over the summer, any guys that showed interest in you just made you think about how he wasn't ethan. so you had missed this, you missed him. you missed the way he would run his tongue in circles around your clit before sucking it in between his lips. you missed the way he would slowly slide his fingers inside of you, curling them perfectly to make your toes curl and your back arch. you missed the way he would moan against you when you told him how good it felt or whined his name. you missed the way he would hold your hips down as you got close to the edge, and let your thighs tighten around his head as you found your release, gently working you through it every time.

he pulled away from you, wiping his chin on the back of his hand. you weren't sure how something so vulgar could also be so hot, but you could practically feel yourself gush at the movement. he reached over to his nightstand, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a condom, which caused you to pout.

"what's wrong, baby?"

"wanna suck you off first," you whined. he smiled, ripping the small package open and putting the condom on as he spoke.

"as much as i would love that, i'm not gonna last long enough, pretty girl." you giggled at that, but he cut you off by leaning down and kissing you. it was much slower than the one shared before and you smiled when he pulled away. "you ready?"

"yes, been ready." ethan straightened up, lining himself up with your entrance. before he could slide in, you reached a hand out to him, and he laced your fingers together, letting your hands rest on your stomach. he slid in slowly then, both of you letting out moans at the feeling.

"fuck, baby, missed being inside of you," he whispered once his hips met yours.

"missed you so much, e," you whined. "need you to move." he did as you said, setting a slow pace. he squeezed your hand, leaning down to press kisses against your cheek and temple.

"so fucking good," he whispered, causing you to moan.

"ethan, wanna ride you, please." he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, groaning at the thought and then nodding. he pulled away, flipping over so he was now laying on his back. you sat up quickly, throwing a leg over his lap. his hands were quick to hold onto your hips you took a moment to tease him, gliding your folds along his dick until he gave you a warning look.

"don't tease me, y/n. i told you i wasn't gonna last long." you smiled, lifting your hips and guiding him into you. you moaned when he was all the way in, the tip hitting just the right spot. you lifted yourself up, letting ethan's hands guide you as you rode him. you could've cried when he repositioned himself, holding your hips in place above him and thrusting up into you. your head fell back and you couldn't even try to contain your moans, the amount of pleasure coursing through you almost too much to handle.

"e, i'm close."

"cum for me baby, i'm right behind you," he grunted. you let your fingers ghost over your clit, and within seconds you were cumming for the second time that night. your hips bucked against ethan's, even after his had stopped moving against you when he hit his own high. you stilled for a moment, the only sounds in the room coming from the movie on the tv and your panting breaths. you opened your eyes, letting them drift down to ethan who was still trying to catch his breath. you took the moment to admire him, and let the hand resting on his stomach trace random shapes into the skin. you traced around his belly button, through some of the hair in his happy trail, and down to where your leg rested on top of him. his eyes didn't open but he smiled at your touch.

"you alive?" you teased, causing him to finally look at you.

"feels nice." his thumb rubbed back and forth on your hip and you hummed. "why don't we just stay here for a while?"

"i'll sit here until my hip starts cramping," you tell him, causing him to laugh. you both sit in comfortable silence for a moment, until ethan's hands slid from your hips to your knees.

"just because i feel like i'm less likely to be rejected while i'm still inside of you," you laughed at the way he started his question, causing his small smile to grow a bit bigger, "i want you to be mine again." you nodded, leaning down to kiss him.

"i would love to be yours." it was mid-kiss that your hip started to hurt, and you pulled away with a wince of pain. "okay, time to move." you slowly lifted your hips from his, nearly whimpering at the empty feeling. you stood from the bed, making your way to his dresser and pulling out a shirt to slip on. after a quick trip to the bathroom, you slid back into his bed, this time under the blankets, and cuddled up to ethan's side.

"you should probably set an alarm if you still don't want claire to know you were here." you debated for a moment, but then stood up to find your phone. it was still in the back pocket of your jeans.

"i'll probably tell her tomorrow but i doubt she'll want to listen while being severely hungover." ethan smiled, pulling you back into him when you set your phone on the nightstand. "nine should be good enough right? i doubt she wakes up before that and makes her way home." ethan presses a kiss to your temple, both of your gazes falling to the tv screen. the movie was almost over, and you wondered for a moment if you had ever actually watched all of it in one sitting. neither of you made it to the end though, both of you happy enough in each other's arms to fall asleep almost instantly.

when you woke up to your alarm a few hours later, you yawned as you pulled your jeans back on. you carried your shirt and your phone, following ethan out to his car after he got dressed. it was a short drive to your apartment complex, and he leaned over to kiss you when he pulled into the parking lot.

"i'll call you later, okay?" you nodded, a smile on your face.

"okay." you gave him another quick kiss before getting out and making your way inside, noticing the way ethan didn't pull away until you were safely inside the building. you dragged yourself up the stairs to the second floor and sighed as you opened the door to your apartment, wishing somehow you had known what time claire was coming back so you didn't have to sneak in so early to beat her. maybe you would have had a few more hours of sleep or time to spend with ethan before you had to come back. the door closed behind you and you nearly screamed when claire sat up from the couch in front of you at the sound. you had been caught.

"how was your night?" you asked, hoping she wouldn't ask where you had been.

"how was yours?" she asked sarcastically, one brow raised. you knew you couldn't lie, and why would you? she would find out sooner rather than later anyway, especially since you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face.

"me and ethan are back together," you told her and her jaw dropped.

"you bitch!" she screeched, despite both of you having raging hangovers. "get over here and tell me everything!"

#ethan edwards #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards imagine #umich hockey #Spotify

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

MORE Cute Spider Society Headcanons: Extracurriculars and Sports

Another list of headcanons I have about Spider Society and what it's like on campus. This time - Music, Sports, The Society Newspaper, and other fun things to do on campus

Heads-up: There's light mentions of Spidersonas below - including my own lovely Disco-Spider Diane. All creators tagged at the end

[This post has a lot of links in thise - ALL lead to other tumblr posts. Most of them explain callback jokes, additional headcanons, or the information about the Spider-person being named. All the Spider-people mentioned here are free-to-use headcanons, unless otherwise named. Those who are actual Spider-sonas that my Spider-sona knows - their first names maybe used, or their sona introduction will be linked. Basically if their normal name isn't given and/or theres no link, have at it]

LETS GO

The Spider Music Scene goes CRAZZZYY

Thought it was just Hobie?

Of course not! There's MetroSpider too

In fact there's a whole wide range of accompanying 'Spider-*music genre*'

There's Spider-Goth who plays gothic death metal, DiscoSpider who plays funky pop, Spider-Grunge into 90's garage grunge, RrrriotSpiderrr who plays Riot Girl Grunge

There's even SpiderSync

Which is NYSNC. But they're all Spider-people. Like Justin Timberlake as Spider-man. They roam as a group

That's because Metro isn't the only celebrity Spidey either -

There's SpiderB, which is just Beyonce but a Spider-person. Britney Spiders, which is Britney Spears but a Spider-person. Doja-Spider, Doja Cat. You get the gist.

Like imagine being in the Spider Society campus food court and turning around to see BEYONCE

And she's like 'yes.. It's me'

and it's literally just like the normal Beyonce with albums and everything excepts shes also Spiderwoman

And gay. And has a rapper wife named Jane-Z

Every year there's a collaborative album from all the musical Spiders

Called 'The Yearbook'

A lot of the songs are about the direct struggle or experience of being Spider-people

With some really good party songs thrown in for the Spider-raves

Hobie and Gwen's band Wicked Webs appears on the album, along with any Spider who plays an instrument.

If your spidersona can carry a tune, they're on it.

AND IT'S FIRE

You can buy the album at the Commissary.

The first week at campus EVERYbody is playing it. In the common rooms or the food court or training rooms -

They'll just play this album that's by Spider-people for Spider-people

If your spidersona starts singing ANY part of a 'Yearbook' song some without a doubt will respond with the next lyric. everybody knows the words

Spidey people really treat Hobie like a rockstar - and a lot of them go to his concerts

It's kinda a huge unspoken thing on campus that a LOT of people are willing to break rank and head to 136 without permission, just to see Hobie on Saturday nights.

Even people who don't hang with Hobie or don't necessarily know the real him

They still go cause his shows are THE PLACE to be.

Spider-people pour into his tiny venues in London, all out of uniform, and they mingle with the punks in the crowd while Hobie goes Miguel Mode on stage

It's a place where they can all drink (if over 18) and party (any age, Hobie gotchu ur safe with him) and enjoy themselves

And as a result, Hobie is a HIT with people from his universe

They know that Hobie's shows are always lit and full of cool people you'll never see anywhere else

The after-parties are CRAZY (party on all six walls), and it's really common for Spider-friends to link up and head to each others universes after the show - getting into their own shenanigans

There's MANY times Ansi, Asa, Hobie, and Diane have gotten themself into some shit while lit after one of Hobie's shows

And every Monday people are talking about what they get into after the show, the crazy stuff that popped off in the after-parties

MetroSpider, Pavi, Diane, Hobie, & Margo throw the BEST parties

Miguel knows about this, and he lets it slide - for the sake of morale (and not causing a riot if he banned it)

There's an international Spider community on campus

You thought Spiderman India and Spider-UK was it? NO

Spider-Canada and Hobie are other noticeable ones , but there's more!

There's the Peruvian 'IncaSpider' named Moche, a Paris born SpiderFrance, a SpanishSpider, SpiderItaly

A Mahayana Buddhist ThaiSpider, VietSpider, Spiderwoman Brazil. The list goes ON AND ON.

There's a large group of Indigenous Spider-people

Some Spider-people are even born in countries that don't exist in most universes or live in universes that live in countries that USE to exist

My favorite international Spider-person is the Australia Spider-person who is simply named Australian Spider

People constantly joke they're no dangerous than the average Australian Spider

And there's also a Spider Olympics!

And the events are DESIGNED for superhumans

Diving from buildings into swimming pools, Track meets where people are running at like 80mph, Web Gymnastics, Contact Sports

Ice Hockey gets REAL intense - and of course SpiderCanada is a team captain

As does Roller Derby. Wanna see superhumans fucking WRECKING each other? Go watch Spider-Derby, the players have derby names that play off their own Spider-names. So it's like a triple identity.

And once a year, they all throw down - and even if you aren't THE Spider of your nation, you can still participate if you want -

Like Hobie can enter for Britain but he'd rather die than do anything for that country

It's the one place you can compete and fully push your spider powers without danger - plus it's with your friends

They do give out medals. But it's mainly bragging rights.

Pavi earned his first gold medal in the diving portion for India only three months after his bite. Which is a record for The Society

However the Spider-person with the highest number of medals is Lego-Spider-man. I don't know how.

Sports are HUGGGEEEE on campus I cannot stress this enough

Everyone knows The Society LOVES baseball (shoutout @theevoh12)

But they also love football too (European - not American)

The Society also has TWO soccer teams that constantly play against each other

They play 4 wall soccer in which the field extends the length of a room, up the walls, and across the ceiling - leaving two walls for spectators. This is usually just called 4wFootball or 4WF

This is played with extended rules - and a modified ball that can stick and roll along walls

MANY people on Society backs one of the teams.

And before a game there WILL be arguments without a doubt

You DO NOT insult someones 4WF

You can get team jerseys in the Commissary

WebSlinger Patrick O'Hara is Captain on one team. No, the horse does not play

(I want a jersey with Patrick's 4wFootball number)

Imagine being a Spider Society Athlete and seeing other superhumans wearing your jersey and giving you thumbs up - WHOLESOME

Games can be played 'Plain' or 'Full'

A 'plain' game of 4wFootBall uses basic spider abilities such as speed, strength, and reaction time - however special abilities are not allowed

A 'full' game of 4wFootBall uses basic spider abilities as well special abilities and passive tactics. If Mile wants to go invisible in a 'full' game - that's permissible

Miguel's venom is NOT however. Can't be paralyzing other players. Abilities that effect the other players are off limits, so no electro powers

'Plain' games are played out-of-suits, in team uniform

'Full' games are played in-suits, with the team uniform over it

Betting on teams and players is against the rules

But also Lyla runs an underground betting system and fantasy 4wfootball league. Don't tell Miguel.

There's other activities with solo athletes, and like Hobie being a famous rockstar on campus - there are star athletes too

Tennis is a huge one. Volleyball too. With an extra long field.

The serves, spikes, and hits can be genuinely dangerous. They're managing swings and hits that can top out at like 110 mph (just above the world's fastest baseball pitch)

But because everyone are Spider-people, its fairly easy to follow in real-time

Star-Spiders are usually tennis players, gymnasts, weightlifters, and track stars, but there's a couple others too.

Pavi is a star gymnast, swimmer, AND A 4WFOOTBALL PLAYER - he goes REALLY hard at extracurriculars

(And he's surprisingly competitive. Like insanely competitive. Pavi will scream at the top of his lungs cause he scored a goal. He loses a game and as soon as they end the game he wants to practice cause he HAS to win next time)

The boy is a perfectionist.

One thing that's SO annoying is Venom Evaluation Checks

If you come in acting weird, too bold, or uncharacteristically agressive - You get sent to Spider-psyche so they can make sure you don't have venom.

Not my fault. Raimi-Peter (from the Raimi movies) pulled up to HQ one day in all black and started dancing all weird and saying cringy shit like 'Now dig on this'

And Jess was immediately like "Yeah, no. We're not digging on anything, sir."

There's a newspaper you can write for

Spider-Scrawl is the Editor-in-Chief of The Daily Web who is a GREAT boss by the way

And it's a MUCH better gig than working at The Bugle

So if your spidersona has worked for Jonah - submit a resume, you might get a call

Theres things like a Canon Event Advice Column, which Diane writes for

A news section that details the Craziest News across the multiverse

If your Doc Ock pulls some crazy shit and turns into a giant octopus - oh yeah thats going Front Page. Everyone on campus knows and you get to gloat about fighting a giant octopus

There's a Debate Section that updates with hot topics that only exist between Spider-people like:

'Is it okay to genetically replicate another Spider-persons organic webbing so you can recreate it for your mechanical webslingers?'

'Masks: Hair out or No? Spider-man India and DiscoSpider weigh in'

'Is the Go-Home machine ethical?'

'What's Miguel's favorite flavor of empanada?'

As you can imagine, these coversations across campus can get REALLY heated

There's a lot of entertainment

Yes, there's a movie theatre on campus. They play movies from across the Spider-verse, and they're a GREAT way to see versions of films you know - but different.

Watch GhostBusters except it's from WebSlinger's world and everyone is cowboys and they catch the ghosts with lassos

Other hits are shown on the big screen too

Barbie was a HUGE hit on campus. People coming in with pink outfits OVER their suits

And it's really cheap in terms of credits

So people like Gwen who started out living on campus, or who are apart of the Educational Study Program have nice things to do in their off-time

And, The Food Court is THE BEST

You think they only have empanadas - think AGAIN

Every culture, every time period. Even weird ass food that you wouldn't even want but is a staple in other universes.

They even have a FISH N CHIPS SHOP (Malala loves it there)

So Hobie can get his nasty ass beans on toast without leaving HQ

The Food Court is almost as big as the Training Wing, and there are so many places indoor and out to eat lunch

And it doesn't stop there -

There's a store (based on credits not money) and a general kitchen.

(As well as separate kitchens in each dorm wing)

You know how in SpyKids they have those meals that like GROW to full size in the microwave???

Guess what NUEVA YORK HAS THAT MY FRIEND

Missing McDonalds or a specific chain? - Just go to the Grocery in HQ and get a capsulized happy meal.

It grows to fill size in the expanders in the kitchen

Just pick the meal, put it in the expander, dip your ID card, and BOOM

Olive Garden with breadsticks on the side, Waffle House Waffles, McDonalds WITH international food options

Plus the grocery is fully automated by Lyla so you don't have to talk to people if you don't want to

But she will see all the nutter butters and pringles you pick up and she will judge you for it - it's between you and her but she's judging you

Miguel wants members to actually like the place he made

Because he finds no point in having unhappy, unsupported, unstable Spider-people out in the field -

He wants them at their happiest and healthiest so he tries his best

And he hardly partakes in any of this, but to him that's fine. It's not suppose to be for him.

He does enjoy seeing a full food court or walking by the training rooms and hear all the sessions going on

Hearing people talk about the new movie on campus

And sometimes you can even catch him humming a song from 'The Yearbook'

Imagine how smug Hobie was when he went 'bruv - are you tapping out my guitar notes rn?? you thinking about my song?'

Miguel can never live it down

Miguel DOES follow 4WFootball though -

He is actually one of the coaches for 4WFootball - he's a GREAT coach. Hardheaded ass fuck sometime but GOD he loves the Spider's on his team they're his favorites but he tries not to show it

And finally -

Yes there's a nursery and kindergarten on campus, specialized for Spider-kids regardless of if they have powers.

Peter doesn't let MayDay run free (all the time). MayDay attends the Itsy Bitsy Spider Daycare, and so will Jess's child

Sometimes while walking around HQ, you'll see little toddlers in single-file lines, holding lunch boxes as they follow Spider-Teacher on a field trip to another universe - to learn about the wonders of the multiverse

Their favorite trip is to WebSlinger's world, all the kids get to be cowboys and Patrick shows them ponies and lets them feed his horse Widow

There's a breakroom for people the multiple Spider-Teachers, Spider-Professors (Educational Program), Spider-Psyches, Spider-coaches, the list goes on and on

(Though Society Administration like Jess, Ben Reilly, and yes - Hobie (don't ask how hes just that good) have a separate breakroom from the educators and coaches and such )

And those breakrooms are funny as HELL It's like the Office back there.

This is really long :) Here's a photo of Hobie

Bye.

_________________________

ALSO ALSO ALSO : All the people, OCs, and other things I mentioned -

Ansi - by @spidey-bie Asa - by @suchholydebauchery Disco-Spider Diane - by ME @theevoh12's amazing baseball concept Spider-Scrawl by @whaliiwatching

Thanks for making HQ so rad!!

#PLEASE tell me what ur spidersona would do on campus #Like theyre on break between missions 2 hours wyd #this is what the spider society is like in my head #this post killllleeed me it so much formatting lol #somewhat proofread #atsv #across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #pavitr prabhakar #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk #spidersonas #spidersona #spiderman #spider man #spider woman #jessica drew #margo kess #Gwen Stacy #spider society #metrospider #spider canada #peter b parker #peter parker #patrick o'hara #patrick ohara #webslinger

[piosplayhouse]

Niche fandom happenings to take your mind after whatever stuffs happening in your fandom:

So as you can probably deduce, the model horse collecting hobby is made up mostly of older people. The hobby has been well established since the dawn of the Internet and I've talked a few times about how it's difficult to find some older resources about it/its history because of how every other link you click on which used to lead to a hobbyist artist's angelfire blog now is just a dead link or worse, bought out by some ad company sitting on the URL. Up until recently, a huge portion of hobby talk still relied on now-defunct Yahoo groups; now most have moved to either forums like Model Horse Blab or private Facebook groups. Individually most of these are pretty decentralized, but since model collecting by nature is a hobby that requires a significant amount of financial interaction (buying, trading, selling, commissioning, etc.), there has to be some kind of centralized marketplace for people to pitch their goods to as many corners of the hobby as possible.

Enter Model Horse Sales Pages (MH$P), a, well, site where people can post sales pages for model horses and accessories. It's an old fashioned sales pages site from the 2000s with a somewhat shitty layout but unparalleled detailed search functions-- to order things from a seller, you'd have to personally email them to negotiate for their listing. Though this seems somewhat inconvenient to our modern senses used to one click payments and speedy delivery, MH$P is undoubtedly a pillar of the model horse community.

... So that's why people are scrambling as it's allegedly been hacked and taken down for the foreseeable future. Worrying about personal information aside, now fans are left to wonder: what's the alternative? Well, the first one is of course eBay, which many hobbyists already use. However, eBay is obviously less catered to model horse hobbyists and is therefore a bit harder to search if you're deep in the hobby and can't be assed to look through 4000 "plastic horse" titled listings to find the 2008 SR glossy xX Devilish Girlfriend++ Thoroughbred you want. MH$P occupied a specific niche for long time fans looking for grails.

So what are our alternatives for people in the hobby looking to buy from others in the hobby? Well, there's a few decentralized official dealers like Chelsea's Model Horses or Triple Mountain who you can consign older models to, but going through a middleman takes time and you have much less freedom in your personal listings. Alternatively, you could go grassroots and post listings in Facebook groups and on forums, but those have reaches limited to the members of those specific, often small, groups, and it can be hard to move stock that way. So now people are looking for a backup marketplace platform, both for the current situation and longtime health of the hobby. But imagine my surprise when I went on Model Horse Blab and saw people suggesting an alternative site kickstarted by

STAR STABLE ONLINE YOUTUBER DENIS/DENISE WISESTORM. Denis has been a controversial figure in the SSO fandom (though there's pretty much no uncontroversial ssotubers especially on ssoblr because clickbaiting and weird reactionary takes are like the bread and butter of that side of the fandom) who's been called out for having some alt-right homophobic views in the past, as well as for his abject and unproductive negativity towards improvements made on the game. He's a lps customizer and pretty prolific breyer collector, though, so his drive to create a model trading and selling platform makes sense at least. But still! Why him!!!!!!

#breyer #ssoblr

[indouloureux]

basically you and Joseph are good friends since being cast together on s4. he comes over to your sleeping place one day, and asks you on advice on telling a girl he's known for a while that he likes her. little does oblivious reader know that the girl is us👹. basically you give him advice (choice), and he thanks you and walks out. in legit a minute he walks back into your house and does the thing you advised him to do.

I apologize for the crappy writing, I thought this scenario up at 3 am

THIS IS REALLY FUCKING CUTE SUKSJSKSJS

when he asked if he could come over and "hang out," you don't expect him to be standing like a lost, nervous child in front of you, with his hands on his sides and head ducked low, eyes on his gently tapping feet.

"what's up?" you say, cautiously, like one wrong word and he'd snap into something preternatural.

joseph's head lifts, wide and glossed with nervousness. he offers you what is a forced smile, laughing dryly before he sits on the couch beside you, patting his sweaty palms onto the denim of his jeans. so wet that they'd grown darker than their usual color.

"so, um, i need...advice," he begins, scratching the hair behind his ear. "it's um- relationship. related."

your heart drops to your feet, shattering on the carpeted floor because it didn't need the porcelain tiles to break it's structure. like a film reel does imaginations of joseph with someone else flip like a lugubrious flashback, but you manage to put a feigned surprised smile on your face.

"oh!" you raise your eyebrows. "tell me."

"i want to, um, ask this girl out," he laughs nervously, almost too forced like he's reliving a faux pas inside his head. "she's um, i think you know her."

"well, i hope i do," you match his de rigueur smile, top teeth poking out between your two pink lips to at least show him how genuinely happy you are. and you really are. really, really fucking happy. "because then it'll be easier to know if they'll treat my friend right."

friend friend friend

fucking friend.

"hah. well, um, she's really close with us," joseph's looking at your lap, hand stops scratching the spot behind his ear to gesticulate into the air. "she's, er, really nice. very kind. humor is out of this world. i really think she's the only person who can make me laugh hard other than my dad and, well, jamie."

you bite the scream that tries to escape, maybe you're even trying not to strangle him at the mention of some different girl making him laugh harder than you do. "what else?"

"she makes these, like, pastas that taste horrible but somehow i still love it because, well, she made it," he smiles, shoulder's relaxing into a slump. "we like to— she indulges in all my food tomfoolery. she listens like, like i'm the most important person in the world and...she's the only person who can truly understand me."

you wonder what his words could break if your heart's already broken down his feet. maybe its your lungs, the way the pain tightens the passage and hinders air coming through. or your stomach and the incessant pit that's forming down there. maybe your fingers as you clench them tightly to stop yourself from harming anything.

because after all this time, you thought you'd been that person he's talking about. turns out you were just delusional — your naive self grasping onto the hope that he might have felt the same, when in reality that hope's linked to a chain that leads into a void; where you wish you could fall into than fall for him endlessly despite the pain.

"that's, that's great, jo," you swallow the thorns around your throat, clearing it off. "w-what's the advice again?"

"i wanna ask her out."

"great!" you scratch your eye, joseph watching right on the corner of your vision. "um, well, obviously you have to buy her flowers. or something that she likes, like chocolate? maybe, if she wants that. then knock on her door and ask her out because asking someone over text is just really lazy."

joseph nods, taking a huge puff of breath, the slapping of his hands on his knees snapping you out of your miserable daze. "smart. great thinking. you're really smart, love."

before you say anything, he's pressing a quick, burning kiss on your temple, the aftermath of his fire still sizzling on your skin. he stands up as well, crossing over the carpeted floor in quick strides that by the time you had registered what he's done, he's already putting his coat on.

"wait, where are you going?"

"i'm gonna ask her out."

"today?" he nods. "i thought we were gonna hang out?"

"i'm sorry but i just, really need to do this," he gives you a sad smile. you stand up from the couch, joseph spraying alcohol on his hands before he twists the doorknob. "i'll see you tomorrow, though!"

the word stutters in your mouth, useless when he disappears behind your door. the loud slam is what opens the faucet, unknown to you that there's tears already dripping down your cheeks.

you drown in the sink of self-pity, bottom lip wobbling and sniffling the snot that drips down your nose as you sob, heart broken by someone who wasn't even your boyfriend.

feet dragging across the floor, they lead you to the kitchen where you take out a pint of ice cream — pistachio, the only one you have, which is very ironic. your hands reach for the wooden handle of the kitchen drawer, taking out a spoon for you to take the sorbet into the silver cutlery and eat the dejected ice cream.

but then the door knocks, and you accidentally choke on a sob as you take your ice cream with you, mind believing that it's impossible that it's him because his urgency to leave was quite obvious he was never coming back until tomorrow.

you twist the doorknob, opening it to see him with a box of chocolates tucked between his elbow, a smile so bright like he'd just won the grandest prize of them all.

"hi, will you— are you crying?" his smile falls, lips turned into an upside down crescent of worry, hands gently placing the box on the table to place them on your shoulders. "what's wrong? is that pistachio?"

you don't answer him, feeling the heavy rock around your throat come back and push your tears through again. you let yourself cry in front of him, pint tucked to your chest that the ice melts onto your shirt along with the tears that race down to your neck.

joseph comes in, closing the door behind him as he hugs you like he doesn't expect you to cry, pushing your head to his chest and it's like he wants you to hear his steady heartbeat, each thump a soft whisper asking you to calm down. he's gently shushing, hands running through your hair like he'd always do when you're sad, or when you're asleep in his arms (as a friend.)

"it's — is it because of the date?" joseph murmurs, pushing your arms away so he'd take a better look at you. he tilts his head down to see you better, eyelashes fluttering at his rapid blinks. he's unconvinced when you shake your head. "oh love—"

"did you leave anything behind?" you place the ice cream on the side, leaving the spoon stuck in the thick dessert. tugging on your cheeks to wipe your tears away, he takes your wrists to stop you, holding it down to the space between.

"is it about the date?"

his repetition makes you finally nod your head.

"aw. babe, i— i was going to ask you out."

you blink the tears away from your lashes. "what?"

"i was going to do what you said," he takes the box into his hands. "i was going to come here, with something that you liked and ask you out. it's — it's the only way that i could think of that sounded cute."

the film reel rewinds the way your heart that's left on the carpet has risen to mend itself. but instead of jumping into his arms with dire contact, you punch his shoulder, mad at him for an irrational reason of him giving you a temporary, fake heartbreak.

"you're such a jackass. a dickhead!" he laughs, in pain, rubbing the spot on his shoulder. "you made me cry and thought it was the end of the world."

"i'm sorry," his thumbs wipe the tear stains off your cheeks. "i'm sorry, darling. never again."

joseph pulls you into his chest, head deep into his tactile touch, smiling when he kisses the top of your head. "god. i was about to strangle you when you said someone else made you laugh harder than i do."

"‘m sorry," he chuckles. "now, will you eat these chocolates and go out with me?"

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

The devil in disguise

Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

summary || You are the sweet innocent daughter of Wilson Fisk who has fallen in love with Matt Murdock. Unaware of their private lives, you introduce them.

word count || 2.7k

warnings || nothing really, just a bit angsty. brief mention of violence & blood

a/n || hii, I hope you all enjoy this. I spent a very long time writing and rewriting it. I don’t want to sound like a beg, but Id be very thankful if you gave feedback. this is based on a request. much love💌

masterlist + rules

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Being an artist in New York was a tough job, a city where everyone wanted the same thing- opportunity. In the beginning, you had a bit of a tough run with selling your pieces, you wanted people to buy them because they loved your art and not because of the connections to your well-known father. You loved your dad, but you wanted to do this on your own. You wanted your gallery to be something that you made, not your father.

So after a couple of years, spending hundreds of hours curating your artwork, you were finally able to display them in a mini store that you converted into a gallery.

You have only been open one day and things were already flying off the shelves, selling your most loved artwork for thousands of dollars apiece.

Today, your boyfriend of six months, will finally be meeting your dad at your gallery. You wanted to share this special time with the two people that meant the most to you. Unlocking the doors, your arm linked into Matt’s, leading him through the shop of your most prized work.

“Pass your hand.” You say sweetly, taking his hand in yours. Laying it flat against the canvas on the wall, directing his hand to brush along the mixed media. “You inspired me for this one.” You smile. “If you feel here. There’s a message… I indented the canvas to make braille, and if I got it right… it should say something.” Watching the way his lips turned into a smile.

The bell rings at the door, immediately diverting your attention. “Hello princess.” Your dad greets you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Hi.” You smile, pulling apart to introduce your boyfriend who was looking around uneasily. “Dad, this is Matt, Matt, this is my dad.” You sweetly grin, looking between them with gleaming eyes.

“Pleasure.” He greets your boyfriend, firmly shaking Matt’s hand.

“Good to meet you, sir.” Matt smiles forcefully.

Excitedly screeching, gazing between the two. “Okay- I can’t wait anymore, let me show you around.” Grabbing Matt’s hand to lead him. “Dad follow me.”

You showed them throughout the whole gallery, talking endlessly about the inspiration behind each piece of work, chatting their ears off about every detail.

“Excuse me one moment.” Your dad announces, walking into the back room to answer his phone call.

Matt inconspicuously pulls you aside now that it was just the two of you. “You never told me his name…” Matt quietly asks.

“Oh my goodness- sorry, I completely forgot. It’s Wilson. Sorry, that must’ve been really uncomfortable.” You apologise, placing a sweet kiss on Matt’s now tense cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah- I’m fine. Just you know, meeting your dad.” He partially lies.

“I’m sorry princess, I’ve got to go.” Wilson enters the room, glancing between you and Matt with questioning eyes. His stare penetrated the side of Matt’s face.

“Dad?” You warned, disguising it with a cough. Noticing the way he was looking at Matt.

“Right. I’ll see you soon.” He kisses your cheek before leaving. “If you hurt my little girl…” he turns around to warn, focusing in on your perturbed boyfriend.

-

Matt has been uneasy around you ever since the day at the gallery a few days ago. You thought it was because your dad frightened him with that scolding, but you didn’t know if it was just that or if there was something else to it. You haven’t seen him since then either, he avoided all your texts and calls, replying hours later with ‘sorry, I was on a case’ or ‘I couldn’t find my phone.’

You had spent the day at your gallery doing inventory and rearranging pieces, quietly enjoying the day to yourself. Taking a seat on the sofa by the wide glass window, zoning out as you gaze at the busy city. Aimlessly scanning around until you notice something out the corner of your eye. It was a car you had seen dozens of times over the last couple of months. You tried not to look at it for too long, never wanting the person inside to acknowledge your awareness.

You picked up an art magazine from the coffee table, opening it and raising it to your face. Peeking your eyes over the top to get a better look at the number plate, and to no surprise, it was the same one you had been seeing everywhere.

Startling yourself when the door opens, the bell ringing obnoxiously. Dropping the magazine, you see your father by the entrance with a solemn expression.

“You okay?” You ask nervously, walking over to him.

“I have some news.” He frowns, gesturing for you to take a seat.

“What is it? You’re scaring me.” Scanning your dad's face for answers.

“I don’t want you to hate me...”

“I won’t, what’s up, tell me.” You push once more.

“I did some digging…” Wilson trails off.

“Yeah?”

“Your boyfriend…”

“What about him?” You snap, desperately needing answers.

“I’m afraid he’s not someone you should trust…Here…” Pulling out his phone to show you a clip.

Staring at the video confused. “I don’t get it- what is it?” Darting your eyes between him and the screen.

“That’s… Daredevil.”

“Yeah, so?”

“That’s your boyfriend…” he says slowly. Masking his lies.

“No, it’s not.” Shaking your head.

“It is. ‘The devil of Hell’s Kitchen’ or whatever he calls himself. He’s a vigilante… and he’s dangerous… he…” he starts.

“‘He’ what?”

“It’s too much...” He closes his eyes, avoiding your surveying gaze.

“Please just tell me.” You plead.

“He… killed your mother.” Intensely staring at the floor.

“What-? Why are you telling me this?” Walking away in disbelief, pacing around. “Why would you say that?”

“There are more videos.” Extending his phone.

“No! I don’t want to see it. How can he do that? Seriously, how? He’s blind.” You defend.

“He was lying about that… it was a cover.”

“Let me see the video.” You demand, snatching the phone from his hand.

Anxiously fiddling with the hem of your dress as you watched the clip of your boyfriend in the red suit. You couldn’t believe your eyes- you didn’t want to believe them.

“I’ve seen enough.” Sliding the phone along the coffee table.

“I’m sorry. I’ll get out of the way.” He frowns, sitting up and leaving without a single look back.

-

You had decided to close the shop early, feeling too confused to want to be anywhere but home. Right now you wanted nothing more than to slump into the couch and watch shitty tv with a big bag of chips.

When you return to your apartment building, panic settles in when you notice the car again. Unlocking the door with shaky hands, trying your best to keep them still.

“Allow me.” A male voice says from behind. Immediately shuddering and dropping the keys.

“I’m sorry.” Turning around to look at the man. “Just a long day.”

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been really hard.”

“Yeah.” You exhale, disguising it in a laugh. “Thanks” taking the keys from his hand. “Do you- uh, live around here?” You ask, anxiously looking around.

“No, I was here to see a friend. But I saw you struggling so had to help.” He smiles. “And you are…?”

Telling him your name with a friendly smile.

“I’m Dex.” Shaking your hand. “Good to meet you… I’ll uh- see you around.”

—

After a long hot bath and take-out dinner, you lump yourself onto the couch. Pulling out your phone to see numerous missed calls from Matt. Deciding not to engage, you place it aside.

Frantic knocks pound at your door that startle you upright. Quietly walking over, peeking through the peephole to see Matt anxiously pacing around.

“What?” You snap, whipping the door open.

“I came to see you… you wouldn’t answer my calls.” He gushes, smiling apologetically.

“Not so nice is it?” You say snidely.

“No-“

You cut him off. “I’m not in the mood right now. What do you want?”

“You scared me- you didn’t answer, I thought something bad had happened-” He continues, catching his breath.

Interrupting him again. “Are you actually blind?”

He flashes a confused look, head tilting to the side as if to understand you better. “Yes. Why would you ask that?”

“Wait a second- how did you get here?” You ask, finally putting the pieces together. “If you can’t see… then how did you run here?” You question with a stern whisper, not wanting your neighbours to hear.

“Can I come in?” He asks, avoiding your question.

“No, you can answer from out there.” Placing your hands over his chest to stop him from coming any further.

“What’s going on?” He questions, his face looking puzzled.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“… I don’t know.”

“Who are you?”

His mouth opens but no words are made, gazing at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?” He snarks, walking past you and into your apartment.

“I didn’t say you can come in.” Forcefully closing the door to follow Matt into your living room.

“Where’s this coming from?” He sadly questions, taking a polite seat on your armchair.

“I saw my dad today…” you start.

He gives you a nod to tell you he’s listening.

“He told me something and… I don’t know.” Burying your head in your hands.

“What’s wrong?” He asks sweetly, rushing over to the seat next to you to console you. Gently stroking over your back.

“Please just tell me who you are.” You quietly ask, your words muffling against your palms.

He deeply sighs, brushing his spare hand through his hair. “I think you know...”

Your back stiffens and your neck twists around to stare holes into Matt’s closed eyes. “You’re ‘him’? You’re Daredevil?” You speak quietly as if to soften the blow. “He was right.” You mumble to yourself.

“Who was right?” He questions.

“My dad- he showed me a video… you’re the devil of Hell’s Kitchen? You killed my mom?” You ask, almost rhetorically.

“Wait a sec-“ he interjects. “I don’t kill anyone.” Shaking his head.

“So you are him?”

“Yeah- but that’s not me.” His face grimaces at the thought. “That’s why I’ve been busy…”

“What do you mean?” You ask warmly as if the haze was clearing and you could finally see a few pieces to the puzzle.

“Your dad… he showed you the clip?”

“Mhm.” You mumble, listening intently.

“Was the person in the suit wearing red?”

“Yeah, like a- like a dark red.” Ears pulling back with intrigue.

“I know this might not make any sense right now, but I need you to understand… I don’t wear that red suit anymore- not after midland circle. That person… he isn’t me.” His face looks as though he’s thinking. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” You reply instantly, not once giving it a second thought because it was the truth.

“I think your dad is framing me.”

“Why?”

“I think he knows who I am, and is setting me up.” Placing a gentle hand on your knee.

“Why would he do that?” You question.

“Because he’s not just a businessman.” He says, almost as if he’s regretting it already. Not wanting to ruin your perception of your father.

“What is he?” Searching his face for more answers.

“I can’t do that to you.” He says sadly, stroking your confused face. “Just… in your phone, type in ‘Kingpin, Hell’s Kitchen’.”

Immediately opening your phone, typing into the search engine, instantly overwhelmed by the dozens of articles. Clicking the top one, reading through an article from the New York Bulletin. Your eyes darting over the words, as your heart thumps in your chest.

Matt laces his hand into yours, stroking his thumb over your skin to calm you down.

“My dads a crimelord?” You question in almost disbelief.

“I’m sorry.” He emphatically comforts, hating the idea of you feeling betrayed by your father.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve been after him for years…“

“Is that why you’re with me?” You sadly ask, already thinking the worst.

“No.” He gushes, cupping your cheek. “God, no. I only found out at your gallery the other day.” He reassures, sweetly brushing over your cheek. “Please come and stay with me for a few days. I don’t think it’s safe here…”

“Can I ask you something?” You almost whisper. Mind is racing and struggling to keep up with everything that’s happened over the last few hours.

“Of course, anything.” Gently placing a stray strand of hair behind your ear and then cupping your jaw.

“If you’re daredevil- the real one… are you really blind? Or is that a cover?”

“I am blind, I lost my sight when I was nine.”

“You can say no, of course. But, I don’t think you’ve actually told me how you lost it. I don’t want to push you, and you can stop me from talking because I feel like I’m blabbering-“

Sweetly smiling at the way you were so considerate with your delivery. “No no, it’s okay.” He interrupts.

Matt thought it was finally time to give you a look into his past, telling you every minor and major event that has happened in his life. Stories about his dad, St Agnes, Maggie, his abilities, what he does as Daredevil, and even about Fisk.

-

Matt was waiting patiently on the couch while you finished packing your bags; throwing in anything and everything you might need over the next few days.

“I’m ready.” You smile, lugging your bags by the front door.

“You left a light on in there.” Nodding to your en-suite.

Rushing to the bathroom to flick the switch, returning with a grin. “That is amazing.”

Flashing you a wide grin in response, collecting the heaviest bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

When you exit the building, you do a quick look around the street, quickly observing everything. Across the road you spot the car again, squinting your eyes to double-check the number plate. Matt doesn’t know about your potential stalker, to be honest, you didn’t want to worry him. But now you know he’s capable, you decide to finally tell him.

Discreetly covering your mouth to hide what you were about to say. “Matt.” You whisper. “That car… I see it all the time.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, barely moving his lips as he purposely twisted his head to look around.

“I think it’s been following me.”

His face grows stern and rigid, looking as though he’s calculating the situation. Placing your bags to the floor, taking a step onto the sidewalk. Immediately grabbing his arm to stop him from walking any further.

“No- don’t go over.” You plead, trying your hardest to stop him freeing from your grip.

“Wait there.” He sweetly instructs, shaking himself from your grasp.

“No, I’m coming with you.” Chasing after him.

Matt pulls out his stick, tapping it against the ground as he walked down the street, looking around aimlessly until he ‘accidentally’ bumps into the car. The person inside slides down the window “watch it, man.”

“My apologies, I don’t suppose you know the way to Josie’s bar. It’s just… you know.” Raising his arm to show the man his cane.

Watching from the side, you see a familiar man in the wing mirror. Immediately walking over, following after your legs that had a mind of their own.

“Dex?” You question, head tilting to the side in confusion.

He coughs, lowering his cap to hide his face. Stammering on his words.

Matt’s ears pull back in concentration, listening intently. Reaching his hand inside the car, gripping Dex’s neck and yanking him towards the window. Hitting his head with his free hand, as he pulled him through the window and out of the car. “Who are you?” He demands, landing another strike to his face. Instead, he doesn’t do anything, he just tauntingly laughs, purposely trying to provoke Matt.

“Enough.” You shout, pulling Matt off Dex who was laughing hysterically on the floor, blood dripping from his cheek.

“What the fuck was that about?” You grit, ushering him away.

“That’s Special Agent Poindexter.” He starts. Straighten his tie and adjusting his glasses, linking his arm into yours, acting nonchalant.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?” You whisper shout, quickly looking over your shoulder check on Dex who was splayed out on the sidewalk.

“Fisk hired him. If I’m right, and I’m sure I am… he’s pretending to be me.” Leading you across the street, and back to your apartment building.

“Wait a second…” letting go of Matt’s arm and halting in your tracks.

“That video my dad showed me… it was a CCTV clip…” pausing as if to complete your thought. “It was outside of my mom’s house… and…” face contorting at the idea. “He had my mom killed?”

sorry for the cliffhanger!! I wasn’t sure how to end this and was hoping that some of you guys could maybe give some ideas. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with Fisk and Dex, and how Matt would work into it. but if you have any ideas I’d love to hear them. I will be doing a part 2, just need some help from you angels first

I think it’s because I’ve been working on this so long my mind has turned to mush😭

but thank you for reading, hope you liked it🤍

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fanfic #matthew murdock #matthew murdock x reader #matt my beloved #matt murdock imagine #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock x you #wilson fisk #ben poindexter #bullseye #daredevil #daredevil x reader #marvel fan fiction

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪɢ, ᴄᴜᴛᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

⋆ ★ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ 30 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇꜱ :)

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter 

Walking around a busy neighborhood, looking for a place to eat when you see people dancing on the street. 

Seeing a live band playing dreamy romantic music, and couples swaying lovingly together. 

You flash him a smile, beckon him over, and join hand in hand, Hunter’s arms wrapped around your waist and your hands meeting behind his neck. 

You two aren’t the most amazing dancers, stepping on the other's foot occasionally and bumping into another couple, but it’s perfect ‘cause it’s you two, and he twirls you around and brings you back into his arms with a smile. 

There’s so much adoration and pure softness in his eyes, you can’t help but indulge in a little PDA and kiss his pretty lips and press your foreheads together.

Tech 

Lounging in the cockpit of the Marauder, sitting across from each other and eating your favorite meal together, just talking. 

This sweet boy went to great lengths to get your exact favorite food, doing extensive research on where to get it, or, if needed, how to make it.

Exchanging small glances and smiles even when the sound of chewing overtakes any other noise. 

Holding hands as you eat, exchanging thoughts and ideas and little snippets of your day or week to each other.

As the night goes on, maybe putting on some music and rocking together, softly holding the other in your arms, or Tech showing you whatever new he’s been working on or researching on his datapad, avidly sharing with wide and loving eyes. 

He doesn’t even bother watching himself and what he’s saying, because he knows you wouldn’t interrupt or be bothered.

Wrecker 

A picnic on a sunny, leafy planet, your setup nestled somewhere away from busy roads and cities, blanket and basket of food placed on the lush grass, and his smile brighter than the sun.

Feeding each other fruits and sandwiches, smiling giddily when he gets sauce all over his mouth and reaching over to wipe it off with your thumb.

Wrecker insisting there’s something on your face too, and reaching over to steal a long, thorough kiss that has you giggling when he pulls away.

Ending up on his lap or him lying on his back, your head on his chest. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face in the crook there or listening to his heartbeat. 

You might end up falling asleep in each other's warmth, taking a nice little nap under the sun together before having to wake up and go about your normal, boring, unromantic business.

Crosshair 

Walking through busy shopping streets, leading him by the grip you have on his wrist and looking at all the goods and services.

Him insisting he doesn’t care to get anything, but you see him eyeing a sleek gray holster that would definitely pair well with his kit.

Getting drinks and sipping from each other's straws, Crosshair insisting yours is too sweet and you insisting his is too bitter.

A baby pointing at Crosshair with wide eyes and him glaring back with that mean look, but the baby only laughs. You can’t stop giggling.

Him sneakily interlocking your fingers for a split moment as the throngs of people become too crowded and it being harder to see you.

He says he’s not going to buy anything for either of you, but he goes back later as you’re using the restroom to buy that good you were admiring while window shopping. 

When you ask him how much it cost, he insists that it’s nothing you should worry about.

Echo

Finding a skyline view, maybe some sort of quiet restaurant or lounge above the Coruscant sky.

Somewhere modest but thoughtful and romantic, just like Echo.

Not wanting to sit across from you so instead finding a loveseat and leaning on each other, arms linked.

Observing speeders and people walking past, making up lives and stories about them. 

Giggling to each other when you make up outrageous ones. 

Having to finish his food when he picks out all the parts he doesn’t like.

When you’re walking home holding hands pulling him down an unoccupied hallway, letting your back press onto the wall, and kissing him silly for a few moments before finally deciding to go home.

dividers by @saradika ~ tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @kimiheartblade @anotherschuylersister @wolffegirlsunite @star-burned @starrylothcat

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[misscongeniality18]

If im being annoying sorry i just have a lot of ideas…but i have a request for peter sutherland x reader and the fake dating trope with like a ridiculous amount of mutual pining (obv leads to them actually dating)

No problem at all, my darling! I want to write but have no ideas, so it's perfect!

Anything Could Happen - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! You and Peter are on an assignment together, but in order to get into a secure venue, you must go undercover as a couple. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genre ! Fake dating, fluff, some angst Warnings ! Reader and Peter are both agents/spies, mutual pining, kissing, idk I probably missed something Word Count - 1228

" But now I've seen it through And now I know the truth That anything could happen Anything could happen " -Anything Could Happen, Ellie Goulding

Masterlist Request Guide

It was strange, the way you'd gotten used to seeing Peter wear a suit every day. But when it came to wearing a tux, it was as if Peter rocked your world.

For months the two of you had been preparing for this night. You both had alternate online personalities and credentials in order to gain access to the multi-billion-dollar company that had been discovered to be corrupt. Now all you needed was concrete proof, and that would be acquired by you and Peter at the gala for shareholders tonight.

It was a black-tie event, so naturally, you'd thought Peter would dress as if he were going to work. You felt your heart jump when you saw him in the tuxedo. Since you'd been working closely with Peter lately, your schoolgirl crush had turned into something bigger.

Unbeknownst to you, Peter felt the same. The team had set up headquarters in a different room of the five-star hotel where the gala took place, so when you walked in wearing a sparkling full-length black gown, he couldn't breathe. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

You'd both hidden your guns in your outfits, yours attached to a garter that was easily accessible through a thigh-high slit in your gown. You envied Peter for having his hidden in his jacket.

Peter led you into the hotel's ballroom, your arm linked with his.

Tonight, you weren't FBI agents anymore. You were a newlywed couple who'd decided to buy shares in the corrupt company.

And God, did Peter look fantastic. But it wasn’t just his looks. Yes, he was incredibly handsome, but Peter was also sweet and protective and loyal. He would put others before himself without a second thought, and you deeply admired him for that.

You watched him as he scanned the room, inching closer to you whenever someone would get too close. When his arm wasn’t connected to yours, Peter’s hand was a constant presence on your lower back, ready to jump in if something suddenly went wrong.

A server with a tray of champagne passed, and you grabbed two glasses. Peter gave you a disapproving look.

"What? We're supposed to be blending in." You shrugged, taking the glass and bringing it to your lips.

Peter raised a brow. "We're also working."

Peter glanced down at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He still couldn't get over how gorgeous you looked.

When you met his gaze, your rosy lips still on the edge of your glass, you furrowed your brows. "What?"

He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you everything. How stunning and magnificent you were, how every time he saw you the room would light up with your smile, how he wanted to do nothing but hold you close to him and—

“Over there. Two o’clock.”

Peter moved his gaze over to where your eyes were focused on. The heads of the company were gathered together, papers clutched in their hands. They were walking out of a side door to a smaller meeting room across the hall.

You knew that those papers had lists of investors and plans for the so-called “company” to buy entire city blocks and use them for dealing illegal drugs.

“Let’s go,” you insisted, starting towards the door.

Peter placed a hand on your elbow, stopping your steps. “Hold on. You know we can’t just barge in there, guns blazing. We need a plan.”

Your eyes lit up, and you grinned. “I’ve got one.”

Inside of the clutch you carried was a small recording device. Very discreetly, you and Peter went into the neighboring meeting room of the one your targets went into. At the bottom of the wall was a vent, and Peter managed to unscrew it for you to place the recorder inside.

Once you’d gotten what you’d needed, you had to get out of there quickly. In the hallway, the two of you were halted in your escape by the door opening. Quickly, without thinking, you grabbed Peter by the front of his shirt and yanked him to you, kissing him thoroughly and deeply. He froze, hands gripping your waist.

“Kiss me,” you whispered so the targets couldn’t hear. “And make it look real.”

Peter understood, eyes going dark and glazed over, and he crashed his mouth to yours again. He tasted cool and fresh, almost minty with a hint of champagne. So he did have some earlier.

While your hands were creeping up to play with the hair at the nape of Peter’s neck, Peter trailed his fingers down your waist to the skirt of your dress as he pressed you up against the wall, all the while the targets caught sight of the pair of you. One of them started towards you, hands reaching for something on his belt.

Peter’s lips trailed down your neck, and with your eyes half-closed, you watched the targets coming towards you. This time, you could clearly see the pistol in his hands. “Get my gun,” you whispered hurriedly, opening your legs for him since your hands were occupied with pressing the panic button on the inside pocket of Peter’s jacket, letting the team know that you were in danger.

Peter reached through the slit of your dress, trailing his fingers up your thigh until he took your gun from its holster. He whipped around just as the rest of the team came running to your aid.

Once the party had been shut down and the arrests had been made, you and Peter walked through the hotel lobby together. Your feet had begun to ache from wearing heels all night, so you held them in one hand, your bare feet against the plush carpet.

“You did good tonight,” you said, not meeting Peter’s eyes. “You know, with my sudden plan of distraction.”

You saw Peter grin out of the corner of your eye. “It made sense, once I knew what you were doing. I’m sure there were a lot of other couples who went to find places to hook up.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed. “I said to make it look real, and you did. Maybe you were an actor in another life.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh, wasn’t acting.”

“What?” You started at the words, freezing in place in front of the front doors of the hotel.

“It was real for me,” Peter said, turning to face you. “I’d been dreaming about kissing you for a while. It’s totally okay if you didn’t feel the same way, I just thought you should know.”

You smiled softly at him, rising on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear. “It was real for me, too.”

You lowered back to stand on flat feet, suddenly shy. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you chuckled. “I’m not excited about putting these shoes back on in order to get to the car, but—”

A squeal left your lips as Peter scooped you into his arms. On the way to the car, Peter asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Well, the party ended early, and dinner was never served, so yes.”

Peter opened the door for you and set you in the passenger seat. “How do burgers sound? I know this great diner a few minutes away.”

You grinned at him. “That sound amazing.”

“Great. It’s a date then.”

#fanfic #peter sutherland #the night agent #peter sutherland fanfic #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #fanfiction #gabriel basso

[yunisverse]

Oi! You! What is a rant about a cartoon/animation/passion that you’ve wanted to spill for a while but haven’t gotten the opportunity to? Lay it on me!

you want it? you got it.

let's talk about Cloverfield's viral marketing campaign.

July 2007, the first Transformers movie hits theaters preceded by a strange trailer. There's no name for the film, just the date of release: 1-18-08.

1-18-08.com is found (don't go there now, some jerk snatched the domain and runs malware ads now), a site which has some scattered photos of the party from the trailer. You can move around the photos, and flip some over to get notes.

Slusho!, a Japanese drink company, is found thanks to its logo on a shirt in the trailer. The company's site loaded with Engrish about how Slusho makes you Zoom! You can't drink just six! It boasts of its secret ingredient, known only as Seabed Nectar.

Then comes the discovery of Tagruato, Slusho's parent organization. Tagruato is vague as hell about what their company is actually about, but what's most clearly documented are their deep sea drilling sites, and news of them sending a satellite into orbit.

The Myspace pages for various characters in the upcoming movie are found, mostly just the characters chatting like normal pals. One character's page, Jamie, hides a link to the secret site shared with her long-distance boyfriend Teddy where she records video messages to him. She knows he's off saving the world or whatever, but she's lonely!

Tagruato's website uploads an assurance to investors that the claims in the article from Ravaille Research Center are baseless, and its author is known for suspicious work. Googling RRC results in worried posts from families asking about the article, which says that cursory experiments with samples of Seabed Nectar show rapid cell growth, muscle growth, sharper eyesight, increased strength, and a sensation of full-body tingling described as a "wave of happiness."

People can buy merch of shirts from the Slusho! website. At first the packages are lined with Japanese newspapers, but over time some people find crumpled Tagruato documents with a hastily scrawled message to the recipient, from "The Whistleblower," trying to warn that employees have gone missing.

Tagruato's site is hacked, images of its CEO defaced. Hints in the images eventually lead to the site of the ecoterrorist organization TIDO-Wave, who are determined to bring to light the shady underbelly of Tagruato and Slusho. Most notable is this Seabed Nectar stuff is a closely-guarded secret, and definitely not FDA-approved.

Jamie's videos to Teddie are getting less sweet and more irritable. He used to be so good about calling, now he's gone radio silent. After weeks of nothing, Jamie opens a package from Teddie containing "evidence" and some kind of warning about Tagrutto or whatever, and frankly she's insulted he had to make up a whole song and dance instead of breaking up with her like a normal person.

At one point, calling Tagruato's contact line mentions a memorial service. TIDO-Wave's site uploads an article with more information: a famed marine biologist who'd been working for Tagruato's medical branch tragically died while camping with his family shortly after his retirement. It's rumored he made an incredible discovery right before retiring, but his computer, papers, and all research files are mysteriously missing.

1-18-08.com is slowly being uploaded with more and more photos, of soldiers and debris-filled streets and an explosion on some sort of ocean tanker. The photos show timestamps all throughout the night the movie takes place, and a timeline is starting to form. If you stay on the site for six minutes, a monster's roar can be heard.

The Whistleblower leaks a report of the various deep sea oil drills owned by Tagruato, noting that their most recently constructed drill not far offshore from New York has no report of oil whatsoever. So what are they doing there?

Tagruato's space division happily reports the success of their satellite in orbit. It even got a really good picture of a piece of a satellite falling. Some other satellite, not theirs. It's probably fine.

TIDO-Wave has been making plans to infiltrate the suspicious drill site off the coast of New York called Chuai Station, but when they arrive at the coordinates there's nothing there.

Soon after, reports flood in about a horrible altercation at the site; there are news reports in at least six different languages about the event showing footage of Chuai collapsing and sinking under the waves in a matter of minutes. Footage from workers trying to escape from inside the station shows armed Tagruato personnel on the site, and a recording from an escaping lifeboat shows massive chunks of metal debris launched out of the ocean after them as they escape. With knowledge that TIDO was in the area at that time, it's believed to be a terrorist attack. One news report mentions concern about dark shapes under the water shortly before Chuai sunk: if it's an oil leak, that could spell huge consequences for the surrounding area.

Jamie's still uploading videos to let Teddy know how Over Him she is. Him and his stupid games and his fake evidence. "Do Not Eat," huh, well, here's what she thinks about your stupid spy games, what are you gonna do, asshole? oh wow it tastes really good though. Damn she is FULL of energy. Fuck you Teddy she's gonna go PARTY and NOT think about YOU.

On MySpace, friends are congratulating their buddy Rob on getting an incredible job opportunity what will require him to relocate to Japan--he's supposed to help figure out how to market this super popular drink over there to Western buyers. His friends are planning a goodbye party on the night of the 18th.

So like. Know that 99% of this never appears in the movie. One character wears a Slusho! shirt, Jamie can be seen for a split second passed out on a couch. At the end of the movie, you can catch a distant splash as a piece of a satellite falls into the Atlantic. Most audiences don't notice or care and lose nothing having missed all of it. In fact, I didn't find most of this until AFTER seeing the movie.

but GOD did I think it was rad. For most people Cloverfield was just a generic monster movie that gave them motion sickness, but the marketing campaign gave me brainrot for YEARS after it faded from the public consciousness.

I have not and don't intend to ever care about anything else JJ Abrams has ever done but god DAMN if he didn't get me with this one.

so yeah there's your ramble thank u come again

#long post #queries and comments #cloverfield #anunusualvisitor #i didn't even get into the part where people thought it was a Voltron movie #bc they misheard someone screaming 'IT'S ALIVE IT'S HUGE' as 'IT'S A LION IT'S HUGE' #which lead to some hilarious jokes behind the scenes

[harlowcomehome]

Our first Valentine’s Day:

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The days leading up to Valentine’s Day were hectic. Jack was doing a lot of interviews and was preoccupied a lot, the two of you hadn’t even discussed if you had Valentine’s Day plans. Truthfully, you probably wouldn’t have given that much attention if Layla hadn’t brought it up.

The two of you were in your living room, watching a movie together after work when she mentioned it.

“So do you and Jack have any valentines day plans?” She smirked as she simultaneously stuffed her face with snacks.

“We haven’t really talked about it” you scratched the back of your neck, anybody who knew you knew that was your nervous tell.

“At all?” She muted the television and turned her body completely to you.

“We’ve only been seeing each other for a little over a month Lay” you sighed “I don’t want to be too much. Plus he’s been busy with work and everything.”

Layla scoffed, raising a brow to you “so you haven’t even asked him about it?”

“He’s not even my boyfriend Lay, we’ve just been seeing each other occasionally. What if he doesn’t even want me to be his Valentine?” You giggled nervously reaching for the remote to unmute the television but Layla grabbed it and sat on it instead.

“What did you buy him?” She narrowed her eyes at you.

You giggled in response, “what makes you think I bought him anything?”

Layla stood up and ran to your bedroom, you followed quickly behind her. She found a small Valentine bag on your floor by your bedside table. She picked it up and you sighed, “fine, I got him a cologne I thought he’d like.”

“Fancy! What happened to chocolates?” She giggled as she sat down on your bed next to you.

“He doesn’t really- he doesn’t like sweets that much” you said shyly as you grabbed the bag from her.

“You really like him, don’t you?” She came to the realization that she had never seen you this way about anyone before.

“Don’t start” you warned, placing the bag back where it was originally. “Let’s go finish the movie!”

The next few days Valentine’s Day was heavily on your mind, you and Jack had been talking when he had the time but neither of you mentioned it.

You were busy working on projects for work so for the most part you were also distracted but you kept playing the conversation with Layla in your head over and over.

Valentine’s Day was on Sunday and it was Friday now, so it was only two days away. You were working on a advertising project at your job, when you were interrupted by a coworker. “Hey y/n, there’s something at the front desk for you” they smiled and you followed them back to the front desk.

You saw a big bouquet of flowers and you were taken aback, “those are for me?”

She nodded and you giggled grabbing them and taking them back to your desk. You quickly read the card “be my Valentine? -J.”

You giggled to yourself quickly taking a photo with the flowers and sending a photo to both Layla and Jack.

Jack called you almost immediately, not even saying hello but starting with “so is that a yes?” Before you could reply he nervously continued to talk, “I know the flower route could be considered corny but I just didn’t want you to think that I forgot I’ve just been so busy with work and I-.”

“Hey Jack” you interrupted, trying your best not to giggle at his nervousness.

“Yeah?” He sighed into the phone, catching his breath.

“Yes, I’ll be your Valentine.”

“I was thinking we could celebrate tomorrow at my place?” He cleared his throat, nervous to ask you that.

“Sounds good! I have to get back to work but thank you for the flowers” you giggled and he loved the sound of it.

The next day Jack text you, giving you the address to his place. You were nervous because you’d never been to his apartment before.

“I knew it would work out” Layla hummed as she helped you zip up your dress.

“Are you spending the night?” Layla asked and you immediately shook your head. “No? I mean, he didn’t say anything about that. Should I be prepared in case that happens?” You immediately got nervous and Layla giggled.

“I already packed cute pajamas, a toothbrush, hair tie and condoms in a backpack and put it in your trunk” Layla hummed.

“Condoms?” You giggled and Layla raised a brow at you “I see the way you look at him.”

“How do I look at him?” You gasped, pretending to be offended.

“Like a dog in heat” she giggled.

You rolled your eyes and told her bye before driving over to Jacks, making sure that the pajamas she packed were actually cute before starting your car.

When you got to Jacks apartment you heard the sound of two men’s voices bickering back and forth and you paused to listen before knocking on the door.

The room went silent before you heard footsteps, followed by Jack opening the door. “Hi, you look beautiful” he smiled, you could tell he was so nervous and you found it adorable.

You walked into his apartment and saw his friend from NYE, he had a backpack and a comforter in his hand. “You’re Y/N right?”

“Yeah! You’re Urban? Jack talks about you a lot” you smiled and Jack did too watching the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, Am I kicking you out?” You noticed what Urban was carrying in his arms. You immediately felt guilty, Jack had failed to mention he and Urban lived together.

“No, don’t worry about it. I have Valentine’s Day plans of my own” Urban lied saying goodbye to Jack with their signature handshake and waving goodbye to you as he left.

“You never told me you two lived together” you smiled, as Jack nervously tending to some food in the kitchen.

“I didn’t think having a roommate was exactly attractive” he laughed, “he was supposed to be gone before you got here.”

“I literally live with Layla” you laughed and he did too.

“I just thought you’d think of it differently since I’m a guy” he replied and you shrugged.

“That kind of stuff doesn’t matter to me” you shifted your focus over to what he was doing “What’re you making?” You peeked over the kitchen counter and saw he was stirring a pot of noodles.

“Chicken Alfredo” he smiled and you did too. He noticed you had a small bag in your hands. “Did you get me something? Please tell me you didn’t” he laughed and you did too.

“So one thing about me, I love to give gifts. You’re going to have to get used to that” you smiled, placing the gift down on the counter beside him.

“Really? I’ve never been on the opposite end of that” he replied as he got plates out of his cabinets for the two of you.

“Well I guess I’m here to change that” you smirked.

“Go sit! I’ll bring it to you” he smiled and you did as he said, noticing the flowers on the table. You had just realized he had decorated the room with a few balloons as well.

He watched you as you looked around his apartment, he was nervous having you in his space. It was abnormal of him to bring anyone to his place.

He put your plate down in front of you, sitting beside you with a smile. “Now if this is nasty, you can be honest and we’ll order food.”

You started laughing immediately, “not confident in your cooking skills huh?”

“I mean, I’d eat it but I’m used to only making food for me and Urban” he laughed and you did too.

You took a bite and grimaced, Jacks entire face turning red. You stifled a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm, “I’m kidding! It’s good!”

“You scared me, I thought I was about to die of embarrassment” he laughed, scooting closer to you.

“Do I make you nervous?” You smiled as you leaned into him.

“Only, all the time” he took another bite of food as you looked over his outfit. You realized for the first time that he had also dressed up, which you found endearing.

When you were done eating, you pushed your gift bag toward Jack giving him a begging look. He laughed before grabbing it and the two of you sat on his couch in his living room.

“You have to open yours first” he handed you a bag that was similar in size to yours from the side of his couch.

When you opened the bag your eyes got wide, and Jack watched you nervously. “If you don’t like the smell I can get you something else” he bit his lip nervously.

“Wait, just open your gift!” You giggled excitedly and Jack did, realizing you had got him cologne.

“Did we really do that?” He laughed and you did too, leaning your entire body into his. The both of you gave each of your bottles a spray and were grateful at the fact that you both liked each others choice.

You sat next to one another playing with each others fingers, you realized he always wore a specific ring and until now you had never asked him about it.

He explained that it was his first big purchase other than his car, saying that he and his friends all had the same ring. It spoke volumes to you that he was so caring about his friends and everyone around him.

He explained to you who everyone was, showing you photos and telling you what the last few weeks of his job consisted of since he had been so busy. He got a little quieter once he started to talk more in depth about work, he seemed almost sad about it.

“Where did you go? What’s wrong?” You leaned into him, placing your drink down on the coffee table in front of you.

He swallowed nervously. “I don’t want to ruin our day.”

“Talk to me” you focused on him, looking into his eyes.

“I really like you y/n. Like a lot” he smiled before he placed his glass on the coffee table and you noticed his hand was shaking.

“But my job is demanding and I never want you to feel unimportant” he looked away from you, the eye contact making him more nervous.

“I know that” you grabbed his hands like you did earlier. “Have I ever said anything to you?”

“Well, no but I don’t want you to resent me because I tend to put work first and I just” he sighed “I like you, a lot.”

“You said that already” you teased and he laughed.

“I like you a lot too” you reassured him, “and I don’t feel neglected or unimportant, if I ever did I would tell you.”

“Promise?” He sighed and you nodded in response, “I promise.”

“If anything I find your work ethic kind of sexy” you smirked and his brows furrowed “oh yeah?”

“I find a lot about you sexy actually” you hummed, and he leaned in and started to kiss you.

“Continue” he mumbled in between kisses, you could feel his smirk against your mouth.

“If I start now it’ll take all night” you responded coy.

“That’s fine with me, what if you stayed the night?” He begged and you straddled his lap to kiss him better.

“I’d love to” you hummed, mentally thanking Layla in your head.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow imagine #Jack Harlow fluff #Jack Harlow concepts

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G Witch Onscreen Text: Episode 23

Welcome back to Part 24 of my Episode by Episode analysis of G Witch and its onscreen text! We're on Episode 23: Unrelenting Tenderness.

<< If it's too much tenderness, you can return to The Woven Path. Or you can go to the Masterpost.

It's the Penultimate.

Before the opening sequence, we see this scene where Chuchu has to pilot the Demi Barding without the assistance of Permet Links. It's really difficult, and it makes sense if you think about it. Permet excels at evenly distributing and communicating information, such as, in this case, all of the functions of a mobile suit. Without that link, you basically have to pilot it taking all of the systems that the link previously handled for you into account. (Stabilization/Equilibrium are the most important ones that come to mind)

Of course, Chuchu quickly adapts, because she's just that good at it.

For these final 2 episodes, the OP changes once more, in that the mobile suit montage now depicts the attack on Quiet Zero, featuring Demi Barding, Calibarn, Aerial, the Gundnodes, and the Schwarzette. The final scene zooming in on Suletta's face has also slightly changed to show Permet Scars running along it, as she's now piloting Calibarn and not Aerial. (I've always liked how Demi Barding is shown engaging in combat in the montage considering that that. Doesn't happen.)

After we come back from the intro, we open on the Jeturk brothers' conflict.

Lauda demands to know why Guel never told him about what happened to their father, and he believes it's because Guel thinks he's unreliable. Lauda has always supported him and believed in him through all of their strife these past few months, but it seems to him now that Guel doesn't feel the same. He didn't tell him about their father, he abandoned him at the school, by all intents and purposes, he's shutting him out of his life.

But Guel insists that wasn't his intention. He truly cares about Lauda. He didn't tell him about their father because he wanted to protect him from the harsh reality that he had to face. It's like what Miorine did to Suletta. Leaving them behind and bearing the burdens themselves in the hopes that they can lead a normal life.

But in the end, all Guel was doing was hurting him, leaving him alone with his grief. Lauda needed his brother to be there for him and he simply wasn't.

You'll notice that in this scene, Guel is piloting his Dilanza instead of the Darilbalde. If you remember, during the duel with Shaddiq it exploded, presumably beyond repair. I brought it up before in Episode 17's analysis, but the Darilbalde can be seen as a representation of the brother's relationship throughout the series.

In Episode 4, after the duel, the brothers have a talk in front of the heavily damaged Darilbalde, a sign of their relationship becoming strained due to the influence of their father. (Top)

In Episode 17, the brothers talk in front of the Darilbalde again, newly repaired: A sign of their renewed bond. Guel has let go of his pride, and Lauda's support of his brother is still unwavering. (Middle)

But in Episode 20, when Lauda learns the truth of Guel having killed their father, the Darilbalde explodes, utterly destroyed, showing that the truth has left their relationship (as it once stood) irrevocably fractured. (Bottom)

Delling Rembran making use of the power of frustrating bureaucracy to buy time for the others. Thanks bozo. You ever think about how Delling never spoke to Suletta even once in the entire series.

When Suletta and Eri are arguing, I think a lot about how the examples she uses for why she can't forget about Eri and their mother are specifically about being able to comfort her when she's sad.

If you look back throughout the series, we never really see Prospera be sad or afraid around Suletta. She always maintains a calm, confident, cheery exterior around her. I think after Eri showed her the memory of Prospera crying over her body, and everything that happened at Vanadis, she came to the conclusion that her mother is doing all of this because she's deeply, deeply sad, and she wants to support her.

I think this sequence gives us a good look into Eri as well. The things Suletta describes are all physical. When she hears them, Eri looks down, deeply upset, because these are all things she wants to do too, but she can't, not as she is now. Quiet Zero seems to be the only way for Eri to be able to physically be with her mother again after decades of being trapped in an unfeeling machine. It makes sense why she wants the plan to succeed so badly.

Not to mention Prospera's face when she hears that. Just utter disdain. I wonder what her eyes look like under the mask in this scene.

When Eri prepares to destroy the capsule containing the team infiltrating Quiet Zero (Left), the framing is similar to when Eri first took someone's life in the Prologue (Right). But whereas before, she was a child who simply didn't know any better, this time there is murderous intent.

But before Eri can execute her intention, something interferes, causing the Data Storm and the Gundnodes inside it to destabilize for long enough to give the team time to escape. When this happens, Eri interrogates the suspect, asking to know why they're interfering, explaining that the Data Storm can give them everything they want. We learn later that this interloper, and the person Eri was talking to, is 4lan, who's Artificial Nervous System data was incorporated into Quiet Zero at some point.

I think a lot about these two, and the framing of both of these scenes. How Eri knows it's 4lan doing it, and how she tries to convince him otherwise, saying that the data storm can make both of their dreams into reality. I think about how 4lan died before knowing anything about Eri, but understands her situation when Suletta meets him again.

Maybe this is just wishful thinking, but I like to imagine that Eri and 4lan talked within Quiet Zero, and, both having had their lives cut short, Eri promised him that he could have a new life with her and Prospera in Quiet Zero's data storm once the plan succeeded. I think, if things were different, they could've been good friends.

After this, the Assembly League speaks to the head of the of the League Fleet stationed outside Quiet Zero, asking her to make use of the Laser Power Interplanetary Transmission stationed in Lagrange one to take out Quiet Zero (and, consequently, the Benerit Front). To this, the commander responds that making use of that laser would take out the entirety of where both are stationed, that being Lagrange 4.

They never really explain what a "Lagrange Point" is in the show, but the novelization actually explains it. Here's its definition:

The term refers to the gravitational equilibrium points between two celestial bodies — such as the Earth and the Moon. There are five points from L1 to L5, and because the energy required to maintain a fixed position in these areas is reduced, many fronts are concentrated there. Asticassia School of Technology is located at L4.

In simpler terms, a Lagrange Point is a point in space between/around two large celestial bodies where the gravitational pull of both forces causes smaller objects within them to stay put/(in the case of an orbiting body) follow along its orbital path.

In the case of G Witch, the Lagrange Points in question are the ones created between the Earth and the Moon. Here's a diagram of them.

(Correction: Thank you to @gomez-alonzo-addams for the correction! I mistakenly thought the Lagrange Points were those of the Sun-Earth System, but they're actually those of the Earth-Moon System, which are a recurring element of many Gundam Series starting from the original.)

The Fronts are artificial living spaces built in space, constructed into Asteroids. Since it takes less energy to maintain a fixed position around Lagrange Points, Fronts and other large living spaces are commonly built within them.

For convenience sake, I went ahead and organized many of the shows locations into their Lagrange Points. This isn't an exhaustive list, and I might have missed some, in which case please let me know and I'll correct them! It kind of stinks that we don't know which Lagrange Point Folkvangr was stationed at :(

(Edit: Added Quiet Zero's Construction Point to Lagrange 2. Thanks again to @gomez-alonzo-addams for the info!)

Funny how the story is actually relatively contained in a small area, that being Lagrange 4.

Anyway, I really like how even O.Elan is kind of disquieted about Peil and the League Council's utter depravity here. He may love money and have a loose moral code but these guys are on a whole other level.

It's not necessary to document all this text, but according to the display, the infiltration team is headed for "Core Block C" to shut down QZ.

Cutting back to the Jeturk Brothers, their final clash is much the same as Guel's final clash with Vim. A full frontal assault with sword weapons. Both clashes' climactic moment even end with one stabbing the cockpit of the other.

Before, Guel won out against his father because he was afraid to die, but against his brother, he deactivates his sword and takes the full brunt of Lauda's attack, unafraid to die if it means his brother will stop piloting the Schwarzette.

It seems like history will repeat itself once again, but luckily Felsi was there to save the day! Everybody say Thank you, Felsi.

When Miorine and Bel access the Quiet Zero's main console and attempt to input the shutdown code, they input 4 codes:

Miorine inputs "quod erat demonstrandum" (top left) first, a latin phrase meaning "what was to be shown," or "which was to be demonstrated." It's usually shortened to the acronym Q.E.D, and placed at the end of mathematical proofs or philosophical arguments to indicate that the paper is complete.

After that is rejected, Bel inputs "Quod Erat Demonstrandum," (top right) which is. Exactly what Miorine just typed but capitalized. It is obviously also rejected.

After that, Prospera appears, and when Bel begs her to stop, Prospera explains why she can't:

"Eri is the child blessed by Vanadis' ideals, yet there isn't a place for her in this world. So I'll have to make one. A place where Eri can be happy."

At this, the next code Miorine inputs that gets rejected is "quod erat faciendum," (bottom left) a latin phrase traditionally placed at the end of geometric constructions, meaning "which had to be done."

Frustrated, Miorine demands to know if Prospera cares about Suletta at all, to which she responds:

"I do love her, but now she has friends like you."

Seemingly in response, the terminal rejects the final code we see Miorine input, that being "quod est absurdum" (bottom right), meaning "which is absurd."

Isn't that nuts? These codes only appear onscreen for mere frames and they still put in the effort to make them responses to Prospera's arguments. Or maybe, seeing as how they're meant to be placed at the end of arguments, perhaps they're meant to represent Prospera's final thoughts on the things she's saying. Either way, isn't it amazing that they put in the effort anyway?

When Miorine gets through to the Administrator Environment, the available tabs are:

Metasystem Administration

Startup Control

Permissions Management

Energy Management

Notrette

Internal Environment Control

Crew Management

Physical Defense Management

Outer Wall Defenses

Quarantine Related

Intrusion Defenses

Digital Defense Management

Defensive Quantum Computing Status

Hardware Availability Management

Navigation Control

Enemy Search Management

Course Prediction

Drive System Management

Course Prediction Avoidance

If this post wasn't already thirty miles long perhaps we could spend more time here, but alas! I think it's cute that Notrette's icon is a tomato. The fact that her code is in Quiet Zero makes you wonder how far along they were on the project when she died. I guess we'll never know. Thank you anyway, Notrette.

The things a mother will do for her child. I think it's really powerful how in this moment, Prospera is willing to kill the love of Suletta's life for Eri's happiness, while at the same time, even from beyond the grave, Notrette was willing to give up on her lifelong ambition for Miorine's.

After QZ is shut down, the error on the main display (left) says:

Warning Security malfunction - Complete system shutdown imminent

Data storm space dissipated - Data storm space is contracting - Data storm destabilized across all domains

On the right, the Quiet Zero Monitoring Console simply says "All functions disabled" when its systems are fully infiltrated and shut down.

I love Prospera's expression here. The sheer vitriol in her eyes. The daughter of the man who stole her family from her, and the same girl who's stealing the last chance at happiness from her daughter is lecturing to her about family. I'd make that face too, to be honest with you.

I love the final look Eri gives Suletta as she blocks the laser's blast. She's proud of her.

Eri...

May All Blessings Find Their Way to You, I'm Wishing It >> Masterpost

#g witch #gundam the witch from mercury

[theresattrpgforthat]

What's a game/some games you wish you could talk about more?

THEME: Mint’s Favourite Games. (Part 1/2)

Dear friend, I do not know if you know how much pain this causes me because…there are so many games! Games I’ve run, games I haven’t run, games I’ve purchased, games I want to buy… narrowing it down is so so hard. It’s like asking to choose which child is your favourite. So first things first I’m going to drop a link to the Games that Intrigue Me collection that I’ve been fostering on Itch, because that’s where you’re going to see games that I really really want to talk about and play in the future. (There are currently 148 games in there, and that’s just what’s available on Itch!!!) With that out of the way, let’s talk about some of my highlights.

There are 12 games in total that I managed to narrow it down to, so let's take a look at the first 6!

Changeling: the Lost 1e, by White Wolf / Onyx Path (Played)

The most trad game on this list, Changeling: The Lost was the reason I stepped into roleplaying games. It was advertised as a fantastical allegory for healing from trauma, which is exactly the kind of hard-hitting, emotional depth that got me interested when it came to roleplaying games. One of my favourite ways to sell it is to tell you this:

Imagine your favourite piece of media and pick a particular character from that media. Now imagine that the entire story that this character experienced was a lie: a story they were put in, in order to fulfill the whims and wiles of an inhuman, eldritch Fae. Now imagine them clawing their way back into the real world only to find out that nobody missed them, that their parents and girlfriend never realized that they left because the thing that took them left behind a shell of a copy. What’s more, they still feel the pull of the magical world - they can’t forget it, even if they want to. How do you heal from a magic that you can never leave behind?

Changeling: The Lost has a lot of drawbacks. It’s clunky. It requires an unhealthy amount of d10s. It’s got two editions, and most folks prefer the one edition over the other. It requires a lot of prep. The “beautiful madness” can definitely lead into some negative stereotypes about mental health (which is why I recommend re-working the Clarity mechanic into a mechanic about how trauma affects your emotions). White Wolf cannot write a fucking index. But the combination of personal horror with the glitter around the edges has got me in a choke-hold and I don’t know how to let it go.

Bones Deep, by Technical Grimoire. (Played)

I cannot emphasize how well-formatted Bones Deep is. The bookmarking on the PDF for this game is the best I’ve ever seen, and I’m an avid player of Numenera. This is a Troika game about freshly-hatched skeletons travelling the ocean floor, tussling with a cephalopod invasion, cursed wizards, a crab cabal, and the Skeleton War. Each location in this book can naturally lead to others, and there’s roll tables that allow for you to generate a number of story prompts before you run a session. It’s heavily improv friendly, and allows combat but so much more than that.

You need the Troika handbook to run this game, but honestly, Troika is such a great, gonzo system that I don’t even consider that a drawback, especially because the Skeleton characters from Bones Deep are 100% compatible with the larger game as a whole. I’m not going to say that this is a combat-free game, because it certainly isn’t, but I was surprised at how many problems the players could solve without having to resort to combat

External Containment Bureau, by Mythic Gazetteer. (Played)

This game introduced me to the concept of an open-ended mystery that the players kind of put together as they play. The idea of leaving a few possibilities for a whodunit is not exactly new, and ECB is definitely not the first game to embrace a generative style of play, but it implements it very very well. This is an adaptation of Forged-in-the-Dark that speeds up character creation and makes one-shot play more viable than some of the traditional hacks of Blades. The setting also fucking slaps. Its X-Files meets SCP meets the Office. It has the ability to alter how serious or goofy you want the tone to be. It has mechanics for supernatural powers and drawn-out conspiracies.

It also has a cult-flavoured hack called Congregation, which is just as good and you should also check out.

Subway Runners, by Gem Room Games. (Played)

A hella-fast game with a character generator that lets you pick up and play in minutes, Subway Runners is extremely online friendly, extremely reasonably priced, and extremely funny. You’re subway maintenance crews dealing with magical problems in the underground of a fantastical metropolis. It’s a gig economy. It’s got stations built out of buried giants. It’s got traumas like “nervous”, “romantic” and “brave to a fault”. It’s one-shot Forged-In-The-Dark.

Your online-generated character sheet reads like a Contractor File, complete with side hustles, custom inventories, your Lunch Order and your Demerits. Fix train lines, find missing passengers, and send eldritch monstrosities back into the inter dimensional portals from whence they came. All so you can pay rent. This game is off-the-wall and it’s only three fucking dollars. Please, I’m begging you to check out this game.

Slugblaster, by Mikey Hamm. (Bought, not yet played).

I was so excited for this game that I managed to get on the proofreading team! And gosh I am stoked about that. This is another Forged-in-the-Dark game (I think I’m sensing a theme here), this time about teenagers hoverboarding through the multiverse. This game is so kooky and has such a unique take on FitD, with mechanics that really emulate the idea of cobbling together gear and tech to make your kit personalized. It’s a game wholly about teenage self-expression and self-discovery, in a world that's doing its best to limit your independence.

The layout for this game is also wonderfully fun and evocative. It’s brightly-coloured, with contributions from around the world, and suggestions for playing in towns other than Hillview, Canada (although as a Canadian I am also deeply fond of the built-in setting). I wrote an add-on for this game, called Charlock, and you can get it, as well as a whole bundle of goodies in the Slugblasting for Teen Mental Health Bundle here, until the end of July!!!!

i’m sorry did you say street magic, by Caro Ascersion. (Played)

This is a city-building game that I adore playing as a set-up to a one-shot or a campaign. I’ve used it to create a superhero city, as well as a Ghibli-inspired city, and there are resources for making gothic cities, cyberpunk cities, and so so much more. There’s a supplement that I adore called there are names here more powerful than our own, which is pay-what-you-want but makes play more accessible for folks who have trouble coming up with ideas on the spot.

The art for these games is by Shannon Kao, and it’s whimsically mundane. It perfectly communicates the vibe of play. The city generation helps you create neighbourhoods, as well as landmarks and characters located in those neighbourhoods, but it doesn’t stop there. It also helps you generate story hooks that you could pick up for an upcoming game. Finally, the mutual element of creation gives players ownership and investment in the city they create, so when it comes to character creation, you should find that the players will easily be able to anchor themselves in the world.

If you want to hear an example of this game, I recommend @partyofonepod ’s episode, which was recorded with the creator of the game.

You can find Part 2 of this post here!

#dnd #indie ttrpgs #tabletop games #game recommendations #asks #indie ttrpg #Mint Plays Games #if you can figure out a thread that ties all of my fave games together can you please tell me #best thing I can describe it is settings with KICK

[innocent-cat]

can u make a one shot with a protective Percy x reader :))

Of course darl<3 Protective!Percival De rolo x reader

Warnings - drinking, sexual implications

"An ecstatic friend", Percy x Reader

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You had joined Vox Machina a few months prior to current day. All of the people who surrounded you were friendly, kind, and a bit sarcastic at times, but that made you love them all so much more like they were family.

You were their cleric after you had healed them in a time of need. Not that it mattered to you anymore, but sometimes Percival would try making awkward small talk with you by talking about your abilities as a supporting role for their group.

Leaning against the counter, holding a cup of tea was when Percival tried to do it most recently. Gripping the said tea, and he started the conversation when he noticed you caught him looking for directly at you.

"Thank you again for healing us all that time ago. I don't know where any of us would be without your quick thinking." "Oh! No, really, it's nothing. It's always been my goal to help people, and I'm glad I get to do it even more with you guys." Smiling, you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

Blush peppered his face, for who knows why. You could have been seeing things. Maybe he was just sunburnt. He is very pale after all. Although, you don't think you'd be complaining about him eyeing you. Who wouldn't want such a man to be checking you out nearly every chance he got?

Okay. Maybe it was a little creepy what he was doing. But it wasn't affecting you in any negative way. At bars when Vox Machina all went out to drink, he'd shoo off any flirtatious drunken men or women who came your way, asking to spend a night with you, much like Scanlan would to anybody he saw, regardless of how busy they looked.

"Percyyy can you pleaseee buy me another drink? pretty please?" You pleaded the seemingly wealthy coated man with puppy eyes, pursing your lips. Everlight knows how badly you need more to drink, and you desperately hoped he knew that too.

Percival looked at you pitifully, noticing how horribly you slurred your words. He heaved a sigh, grabbing your hand.

Helping the drunk up did not take much effort for the chivalrous engineer. He was happy you felt you could ask him for things, but in the state you were currently in, he decided he likely shouldn't jump on buying gifts for you to express his feelings.

"Wait- hey, I asked for a drink not a hand." You protested, but didn't pull away.

Percival stole another of many glances at the cleric, and decided it'd be best to drag the girl back to their keep gifted by Emon long before they had joined.

Standing hand in hand with you, Percy avoided looking at them. Instead, his eyes wandered around, glancing at Vex'ahlia. Noticing this, you let out a huff. You were jealous of her, and how much Percival seemed to prefer looking at her over you. Although, it may be better you're jealous instead of knowing of how Percival views you. Imagines you. Perceives you. Daydreams of you..

Percy shook his thoughts off. You stand with him, walking out of the bar you make eye contact with a brunette, slightly taller than Percy. The elven man notices this, and stands to walk towards you.

"Hey there pretty lady.. couldn't help but notice you from across the bar."

"Are you gonna buy me a drink? Pretty pleasee!" You plead for the second time that night, letting go of Percival's hand to link your's together for a higher effect.

The elven brunette laughs at your demeanor. "Of course I will, doll. How'd you like to give me something to? Something real special from a gorgeous women like you."

You flash him a pearly smile, and drift towards him until you're yanked back by the wrist. "She wont be going anywhere with you. And she sure as hell wont be giving you anything special." Percival snarls, leading you delicately out of the bar, expressing opposite and protective behavior from the man he just barked at.

Percival places his hand on your waist and holds you close to him, protecting you from from the harsh whipping winds. You lean into his touch, tired, and unwilling to fight whatever is happening.

The walk home sobered you up, but, you wanted to get to the reasoning behind his behavior.

So.. you did what any sane person would do.

You pretended to be drunk so you could ask him blunt questions.

"Why'd you make that guy leavee? He totally would have bought me the drink you wouldn't have." You compliantly slurred, hoping he would believe your facade.

"You have already had enough to drink as is, and I cant handle you being drunk along with the rest of the group. Chaperoning is not my strong suit." He retorted, shooting down your question, and handing you a glass of water. He was likely trying to sober you up and lessen your hangover.

You begrudgingly sipped on the glass, then turned to him. You stared him in the eyes while he looked back.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Holding back a smile, you fold. You giggle and watch as Percy's expression turns from an unreadable look to a soft smile through your beaming smile.

You calm down and look at him again, the two of you still smiling. A calm, and serene atmosphere that could go from this to stuffy in a few seconds if your stupid little question goes wrong.

You stand up, walking towards him, bringing your right hand to his cheek. His hand returns to your waist and maintains eye contact. His ears turned a slight shade of pink, so unnoticeable that you'd probably think you're thinking too much about it if you weren't buzzed.

"Percyyyy..." You slurred out his name, giggling with your hand on his shoulder to support yourself as not to fall. "Do you love me? More than Vexxy?"

Percival halted his movements, and his breath got stuck in his throat. He knew he loved you, but he didn't expect you to confront him about it first. Especially drunk.

"I.. I do. I do love you. More than 'Vexxy'" He quoted the name, feeling odd about him saying the nickname rather than your cheery self saying it. You smiled at him, leaning in to his him. His lips met your's, and he tasted the alcohol on your tongue, but he continued to kiss you.

When you pulled apart from him, he leaned towards you, and your foreheads met. A heart to heart moment shared between two fairly traumatized mercenaries.

Percy was the first to pull apart from you, deciding it was time for you to go to sleep. He laid you in your bed, pulling the covers over you. He turns to leave, not saying a word.

"Wait.. stay with me. please." You weakly entreated, watching the tall man turn hastily to stay with you.

He sat on the bed next to you, rubbing your shoulder with his hand. You look up to him, eyes meeting his, a comforting ocean storm.

"Lay down." You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear your request.

He hesitates, but meets your eyes again and lays down facing you. You scoot in closer to him, and he holds you close to him. A sense of protection from the wrongs and evils of the world.

You'd definitely to talk to him about this ordeal in the morning.

(A/N - Taking requests, please give me some prompts!! dying to write more vox machina.2/26/23 this is fresh. please dont be shy im begging you guys&lt;;3)

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