#and now they’re going around saying that i’ve ‘betrayed them’ because i didn’t put up with their shit and finally realised how toxic they r

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Hi love! Im obsessed with your writing. They actually make my whole day!!

I was wondering if you could do something with like protective!Jamie? Like maybe they’re out at a club and some guy won’t leave her alone!

Whatever you like? Thank you!

I did it! I didn’t know what gif to put with this. Wasn’t sure I’d finish it this weekend, but I got it done! I have finals next week, which either means I’m going to have a bunch of time or none at all. And again, thank you for being so kind. Many anonymous requests are not. 💚🍊

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Roy only lets Jamie go to the club when Richmond has won, which is why you’re both dressed up tonight. 

“You can have two drinks. Not fucking four, not fucking three, two. And if you fucking go over, your girlfriend will fucking tell me,” Roy had said.

Jamie had relayed this to you, more than a tad scandalized, but you just shrugged and said, “Roy’s not wrong.”

So now you’re at the club and Jamie’s had one drink that he’s been making last way too long, but he’s finally downed it and you’ve offered to grab him another one. Dani’s in the middle of some hilarious story about his old team, involving shaving cream, an unsuspecting coach, and… snails? Anyway, Jamie’s deeply invested in whatever it is which is why you’re at the bar waiting for your drinks and he’s sitting down. 

You’re contemplating what you want to do to Jamie once you get home, when an unfamiliar body sidles up to the space next to you.

You half-turn away to give him more space, but he just moves closer so you give him a look. The man, oblivious, says, “Hello gorgeous, name’s Max. What’s a sexy little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

Any distaste you had been stifling out of politeness ends. “I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend,” you reply shortly. 

Max makes a show of surveying the room. “Don’t see him,” he says, “so I suppose you’re fair game.”

Your drinks appear, and you grab them. “I’ve got to go.”

“Hey now, I’m only trying to be fucking friendly. Your boyfriend doesn’t let you have friends?” He’s now blocking your path back to Jamie. You try to dodge around him, but he won’t let you. 

Max does not like that, and he snarls, “Don’t be such a bitch, I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind me having a turn, especially if he lets you out of the house looking like that.”

Your words catch in your throat, and before you can look around for help, there’s a tap on Max’s shoulder. 

“Oi mate,” says Jamie, voice calm but eyes simmering with rage, “pretty sure she wants to be left alone.”

Max turns to assess Jamie and you dart past him, behind your boyfriend. “And what’s it to you, shithead?”

Oh god. The last thing Jamie needs is to get into a fight tonight. You know that Nate would love nothing more than to bench Jamie whenever an opportunity presents itself. 

“Jamie,” you whisper, “let it go.”

Jamie doesn’t even look at you. “I’m her boyfriend, shithead.”

Max’s eyes betray a hint of surprise, then before you or Jamie can do anything he moves to shove Jamie. Jamie tenses up for a push that never happens, because Isaac has shown up from out of nowhere and has grabbed Max from behind. 

“Time to go, bruv,” Isaac says as he and Dani haul Max away.

Jamie fists are still clenched as he turns to you. Despite the anger on his face, his voice is gentle. “You alright, love?” 

You nod wordlessly and hand Jamie his drink. He takes both of them and puts them down. Your brain is playing catch-up because everything happened so fast.

“You wanna go?” he asks.

You nod again then shake your head. “No!” you protest, “This is your night out!”

Jamie’s hands are on your waist now, and you’re a little grateful because it’s grounding. You’re still reeling a bit.

“Babe,” he says, “I’m fucking exhausted, and you are too. And don’t fuckin’ lie, it ain’t gonna work. You’ve got little circles under your eyes. Let’s go home.”

You shut your mouth and sigh. That boy. He knows you too well. 

On your way out he says, “Can we do face masks? Can feel me face losing its sexy glow.”

You smile and squeeze his hand. Only Jamie can make a shit night into something good.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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Epilogue (Final Part)

It’s hours later and we’re still talking. The DJ arrives around ten and cracks the speakers up to ear-ringing heights so we exit to the lobby and stand by the window as the snow falls and the lights from the ten foot Christmas tree twinkle on the glass. 

“No, no, stop, I can’t take it anymore,” He shrieks in agony as he grabs my arm, “He said that when he was inside you?”

“Yes! I didn’t know what to say back, like, um, thanks pal?”

“‘You’re so Alpha’” He repeats, deadpan, but his shoulders betray him when they start wobbling again, “‘and I’m just a little-”

“Beta boy, yes. Oh Evie, you intimidate me so much, I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl who scared me.”

“I’m going to die because of this story,” He cries, “I refuse to believe that men like this exist, it’s just too much.”

“There was this other lad too,” I begin, “Not as bad, but he got a nosebleed halfway through and it was dripping all over my face for like fifteen minutes before either of us noticed.”

“No!”

“Yeah, God, I feel bad, I think he was on some blood thinning medication or something but like…” We fall about laughing again, laughing and laughing until I think I’ll start gagging. I remember thinking during that experience that there was only one other person in the world who would find it as hilarious as I did, and as we splutter and cackle now at my retelling I remember how it used to be like this all of the time with us. I think about the time we lost through staying out of touch as he wipes his eyes and stumbles to the side a little bit, from laughing or from drinking a little too much, I’m not sure.

“Women are not like that,” he says, “I’m sorry for you, but they’re not, even the crazy LA ones don’t put me in situations like that.” He steadies himself a little by bracing his arm on the wall, so close that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. “I just don’t get it, do you think they get nervous?”

“Nervous around me? I doubt it. Sure what’s there to be nervous of?”

“It’s a lot of pressure, you know, making love to a beautiful woman for the first time. There’s a lot on the line, the chances of humiliation are high, maybe, I don’t know, maybe that guy just blurted the first weird thing that came into his head-” He breaks off because a high pitched laugh has exploded out of him again, “But it’s a flex to say that you’re so hot that you give men nosebleeds.”

“Oh come on, you’re exaggerating.”

“No, for real. Don’t you remember how nervous you made me when we were young? I turned into a total idiot around you.”

“Hardly.”

“It’s true. You were like this stunning princess and I was just some guy.”

I scoff, “Some guy?”

“Yeah, and it’s nice to see that some things never change because you’re still so beautiful and I’m still just a random man off the street.”

“Hmm, c’mon, you’re just schmoozing me,” I say, “Is this the way you all sweet-talk each other in Los Angeles? That’s not going to work. Irish girls are too humble to accept that.”

“Have I made you self-conscious?”

“No, I’m just wondering if you’re actually trying to flirt with me now or if you’re just trying to make me feel better about the fact that I’m thirty and my body is slowly ageing and rotting away.”

“Don’t say that, you look better than ever.”

I narrow my eyes, “I’m so curious about your game.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, how you approach women, how you flirt with them now. What’s your technique? Is it intense flattery?”

He scoffs, “Oh, no, come on, I don’t have a technique, I don’t think about it like that.”

“No?”

“What do you think I am? Some kind of weirdo pick-up artist? No. I… I improvise, it depends on so much, like, where I am, who she is, what I feel like I’m hoping to get from the situation…”

“Okay okay, right. Well what if you were at an event with friends. Say, a wedding…”

He smirks at me.

“…and you see a woman standing on her own by the bar, and you know, she’s pretty mysterious in quite a sexy way, and you’re looking at her and thinking, hmm, yeah, maybe I’d like a piece of that-”

“You think that’s my inner monologue?” He interrupts, “That I think like that?”

“No, shh- shut up for a second, in this scenario you do. And you’re going to go over and talk to her, and you see the perfect opportunity to do it, and the lights from the dancefloor are shining in her hair, and oh, she looks so lonely over there, someone should go and keep her company…’

“I’d say hi, you’re very pretty, can I kiss you please?”

“Really?”

“Yeah t-”

He doesn’t finish because I have grabbed him by the lapels and pressed my lips against his. Maybe it’s for the joke, or because I’m slightly drunk, or maybe it’s to see if it still feels the way that it used to, I don’t know. I don’t really think about it, it’s just happening. 

“Oh look, it worked!” I say as we pull away, and I don’t really have a chance to try and read his face to see what he thinks about it because he takes a step towards me and kisses me again, though differently to how I kissed him, gentler, slower, with my head cradled in his hands, which is inconvenient because he makes my insides start flip flopping around. I draw back laughing, “What are you at?”

“We’re kissing now,” he confirms, then frowns, “I think. Aren’t we kissing? Or is this a hallucination?”

“Jude…”

“Don’t you want us to be kissing?”

“Well it’s not that, it’s-”

“Ah, you think it’s dangerous to be kissing.”

“If you keep saying ‘kissing’ it’s going to lose all meaning.”

“What did we call it when we were teenagers? Shiftin’ right? Will you shift me, Evie?”

“Oh my God,” I hold my hand up to his face, “it is illegal for you to put on an accent and say that. I hate that you can still do that.”

“My Irish voice?” he says in his Irish voice. 

“Please get that away from me!”

“Sorry about that,” he settles back into his American drawl, and I jerk with surprise as I feel the tips of his fingers graze my waist, “Also, I’m sorry that I kissed you, I thought we were, you know, doing that now.”

“It was a joke… And maybe just a little bit so that I could see if it still felt the same as it used to.”

His eyes tour my face, “Did it?”

“Did it for you?”

The corners of his mouth tick up, “I don’t know, it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed you, and honestly I didn’t get a decent sample, mind if I try it again?”

“Aha! I’ve figured out your game,” I declare, “You put on that silly act you’ve always put on, don’t you?”

He hooks his finger into the strap of my dress before it drops off my shoulder, “Hm? What act is that?”

“Your favourite one. ‘Oh, little old me? I’m so innocent, why I’ve never even held hands before, and I certainly haven’t fucked half of Dublin city. I don’t even know what sex is.’”

He gasps with delight and stares right into my face, “You’re still obsessed!” He cries, “and you haven’t stopped wondering about me!”

“About what, exactly?”

“My body count! After all these years it still tortures you. You’re so shallow…”

“Oh please, I couldn’t care less.”

“Evie,” He says mock-scoldingly, really drawing out the syllables, “I can’t believe it. I told you back then that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t have to tell you if I didn’t want to, but you’ve never let it go to this day. Wow. Wow.”

“I don’t even want to know,” I sniff, “It’s meaningless information to me now.”

“Well since you don’t care and it has no power over you anymore, maybe you finally ought to know…” He glances quickly around the empty lobby before his eyes slide back to mine and he whispers, “that you were the seventh.”

“The seventh?”

“Is that a good-surprise or bad-surprise?”

“Well I thought it’d be so many more.”

He shrugs, “No, I mean there was the first girl in the playground, then a girl who worked in the tennis club at the beach, a girl from my maths class at school, Michelle, someone from my university, Astrid, and then you-” He pauses, “Wait, there was another one. You were eighth. Seventh and a half.”

“And a half? Who did you forget? A centaur?”

He shakes his head, “There was an awkward foursome situation in Berlin once. It’s a long story, really stupid. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Well I’ve never been more curious.”

“I’m a source of a lot of interesting info.”

“Like your current body count?” I tease.

“Oh, now I’m ran-through.”

“Tell me more about your life.”

“We just don’t have the time tonight.”

“What, not now?” I protest, “Not in this perfectly perfect situation when we’re both a little drunk and potentially snowed in for days, when there’s nothing to do but talk to each other?”

“No, see you’ve changed the subject, you’ve got me messed up. I…” He laughs tipsily and sways a little bit closer to me, through accident or otherwise I’m not sure, “…I was thinking about how much I might like to kiss you for a little longer this time, just to see if you still give me that same crazy feeling that I used to get with you, and you distracted me.”

I act like it’s a burden to me and slump back against the wall, “Fine, go ahead.”

“Oh jeez, no need to beg me, you know it’s off putting to be so eager?”

“Please?”

He comes in close and pecks my lips gently and even that makes my knees start to wobble. “No, come on, give me a proper kiss, that’s the only way we’ll know.”

“Still so demanding,” He tilts my chin towards him and angles his mouth over mine while his hands skim up my back and hold my body flush to his.  As he strokes his lips over mine I can’t help but curse inwardly because of course this is happening to me, of course it feels like everything I’ve been searching for in the years between then and now, everything I couldn’t find in other people. These are the kinds of kisses that ruined me for other men for years to follow, and he’s ruining me now. 

He glides his tongue along my lower lip and builds this kiss to the kind of intensity that shouldn’t be displayed in a public lobby, but he doesn’t care so neither do I. He kisses me until I’m soft and formless in his arms, until I forget the years in between then and now, and then he finally slows it, brushing his lips against mine and then gently drawing away and I find myself following his mouth in search of more, “The same?” He murmurs with his forehead against mine, “Or terrible?”

His hand cradles the back of my head as I sigh and bury my face in his shoulder, “What are we going to do, Jude?”

“You’re going to have to try not to be awkward about it because we might be snowed in for several days.” He says, “If you’ve decided I’m crusty and repulsive, you’re going to have to hide it from me to spare my ego. Either that or I’ll camp out in my room out of humiliation and get my sister to bring my meals to me until I can get the earliest flight to LAX.”

I pause, “so you’re sharing with your sister?”

“Yeah we booked late, so a twin room was all they had left. And she snores like hell.”

“Well that’s a pity because I booked months ago, and got a huge room all to myself. A four poster bed and a big gorgeous bath.”

“Are you bringing that up to make me jealous or is that an invitation?”

I scoff, “an invitation to what, exactly?”

“Come up and fuck you in the bath or something, I don’t know. Why would you bring the bath into it?”

“That’d be fairly shameless of me, wouldn’t it, if that’s what I was alluding to.”

“Is that the kind of woman you’ve become? The kind that invites strange men into her bath?”

“God no, I’d never directly ask that, that’d be very slutty.”

He brushes his fingers gently along the side of my neck, which is unfair because he knows how much I like that, and as I feel that touch all the way down to my toes he gives me a sly little smile and draws back to look at me, “I don’t know, you’ve really talked up this bath and you’ve got me curious. Will you show it to me?”

“You’ve always been so cheeky, did you know that? You ask audacious things of people.”

“Me? Never. That’s just not me, you must be thinking of somebody else. Of one of your other ex-boyfriends.” He grins and saunters casually toward the stairs, glancing over his shoulder at me as he goes, “I actually just remembered that I spilled something on my suit.”

“Did you.”

“Mm, I’m a total mess, I might be drunker than I look. I think I better go and take it off.”

“Doesn’t suit you anyway. You were always better in shorts.”

He pauses for a moment and regards me with one raised eyebrow, a question, and I don’t care that I’m predictable to him, that he already knows I will push myself away from the wall and catch up to him, “Actually you have the right idea, my dress is uncomfortable. I want to change out of it, only I’m not sure I can manage the zip on my own.”

“Oh, I can help you with that,” he says, “Or at least I can try, you know, but fair warning I haven’t ever undressed a woman before.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I smile, as I wind my fingers through his. 

THE END

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#lucky girl part 3 #it's over!!! #i mean it's been over on WP fro about 3 months but it's nice to have caught up here finally #and on my 30th birthday! #crazy timing tbh #thank you all again for reading along #this project really was so amazing and so special to me #tw: sex mention

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stiletto 👠

summary: bangtan may think they’re the mafia kings, but little do they know you are the rising queen. mafia!au I apologize if there are any minor holes or grammatical errors. feedback is welcome, but please be respectful. :)

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*any similarities to other fics are accidental*

bts x reader

mafia!au 

*warnings: ❗️any characters in the story have nothing to do with their real life counterparts❗️f reader, use of ‘bitch,’ ‘ass’, ‘shit’ (still don’t know if it counts as a warning lol), mentions of killing (nothing happens), tae and kook threatened by reader (nothing happens), shooting of guns (no injuries)*

sorry I haven’t posted in forever 🥲 I’ve been so busy, but I’m still working on catharsis 🩵 

this is just a silly little mafia one shot because I wanted to try something different. reader is a bad bitch bc I wanted her to beat bangtan in a fic for once ;) also pretty tame in terms of violence and such for a mafia fic. hope you enjoy!

word count: ~2.3k

Opening my eyes, I immediately sense that someone’s watching me. I pretend to not notice it, going about my daily morning routine. The cameras are subtle, but my eyes catch them quickly. These boys may be smart but I’m always one step ahead. I knew that they were going to watch/trail me the second I turned down their business proposal. 

~ Two days ago

“Stiletto, you have a business meeting with Bangtan today,” my assistant tells me. 

“Oh, it totally slipped my mind,” I say, knowing full well about the meeting. You have to act forgetful once in a while or else people assume that you know everything and don’t tell you anything. 

“It’s in an hour in your office.” I nod at the reminder, and wave her off. Venus is a hard-working girl and not a snitch, so I’ve kept her around as my assistant. She knows the consequences of betraying me.

An hour passes by quickly, dealing with my product shipping and whatnot. I’ve been involved for a good seven years; in both the technology industry and the mafia. My technology is top notch, and this led many mafia bosses to want to buy my products. I’m happy to oblige, as this makes me a pretty penny.

A sharp knock on my door makes me smirk. 

I call out, “Come in.” 

Seven men dressed in suits enter and shut the door behind them. 

Bangtan. 

“Hello Stiletto, it’s good to finally meet you,” Kim Namjoon says cordially.

“Likewise. Now, let’s get to it. I’m a busy woman, so if you please, give me your deal.” My face is blank, eyes steely, scrutinizing them as they do the same to me. 

(a/n, I didn’t go into specifics with the deal because I’m not good with that sort of thing, so sorry for being so vague :’)) 

I listen to their proposal, knowing from the first sentence that it’s not going to happen. At least, not with me. The deal has minor holes and could easily be executed with another company. My price is also not met. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt Mr. Kim, but this isn’t going to work. Have a good day,” I dismiss them, seeing the looks of anger flash in their eyes.

“What do you mean it won’t work, Stiletto?” Min Yoongi asks, barely concealing his anger.

“Are you deaf? I mean it won’t work. Find another company. Goodbye.” I’m about to call for security, but they keep pushing on. Well. Looks like they have some bark in them. But I have more important things to be doing than entertain some boys and I know I’ll see them again soon enough.

“You’ll regret this later,” Park Jimin says, and before he can say more I interrupt. 

“I know that I won’t. Goodbye.” And with that, I have security escort them out. Granted, they don’t put up much of a fight, but instead I see them clench their fists if only for a brief second. Good. They’re mad. I hope that they learned that I can be a bitch, exactly as everyone says. 

Hence the nickname Stiletto. Stilettos may be pretty looking but they’re also powerful. I bet you’ve never seen someone walk in stilettos and not look like a bad bitch. 

Ever since this nickname was given to me, I have worn a pair every day. Why not give the people what they want? 

I had to kill everyone who knew my actual name, so now only a select few remain who know my actual name; Y/n.

~ Present Day

Bangtan is so mad that they are trailing me to try to find weaknesses to make me bend to their deal. Their attempt is almost comical. Almost. I don’t have weaknesses. Growing up in an orphanage led me to learn and figure out things by myself. 

My black suit is waiting for me, and I slip on my signature stilettos. They have red soles, an exclusive one-of-a-kind shoe made especially for me. Little does the brand know that I made some alterations to the shoes. I made the tips be steel and each shoe has a small dagger hidden inside the stiletto. 

My black purse is waiting and I check my inbox as I make my way downstairs and into my garage where my chauffeur is waiting. 

The cameras inside the house have already been disabled, courtesy of Venus’s hacking skills. That girl is shaping up to me more and more like me everyday. I smile inside at the thought of toying with Bangtan. Some say they’re the most powerful mafia, even going as far to call them the ‘mafia kings’ but I know better than that. They may be more known in the industry, but my name is still influential and slowly climbing the ranks. I blame me being a woman for the reason why I’m not on top. Most of the mafia bosses think I’m just a pretty face who can’t be taken seriously. Someday I’ll destroy all their empires and watch them burn. (she says nonchalantly lol)

I get out of the car at my office and head inside. Venus greets me, showing me my schedule of the day. I thank her, the only person I ever do, and head off to my office. It’s a peaceful workday, considering that I haven’t had to hurt/kill anyone yet. 

It’s around 2:00pm when I get a notification on my phone saying that there are two unidentifiable figures that breached our building. I dismiss getting security to investigate as I know that it’s Bangtan. Perfect. They’re coming just as I knew they would. I know it’ll take them about a half an hour to reach my office so I wait eagerly. 

Half an hour later I’m sending an email when I can feel their eyes on me. Based on my research I can guess that it’s Jungkook and Taehyung in the vents. These two are the deadly duo and also the sneakiest. 

While Yoongi and Hoseok are the best at weaponry, Namjoon and Seokjin are the best fighters (with Seokjin doubling as a doctor), Jimin is a master manipulator, and Taehyung and Jungkook are the stealthiest. Jungkook is their ace though, good at everything. 

I internally feel giddy, but on the outside I pretend that I don’t notice them.

I let this go on for another half hour, knowing that they’re watching every move. So I send boring emails and don’t do any actually work. I already shut down their hacking and can’t wait to shut down their camera that’s been in my office all day. But that comes later in my plan. 

After hitting send on another email, I start typing up an rsvp and say, “Boys, it’s time to come down now. I know you’re up there, so be good and come out.” 

There aren’t any noises but I can tell that they didn’t expect this. 

Bangtan doesn’t expect me to know their every move. I have tabs on all of them at all times, and they don’t know I know all their tricks in the book. Including trailing business owners who don’t accept their deals.

Since they aren’t responding, I decide to have some fun and use their names. 

“Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook…the maknaes of Bangtan. Be good boys and come out, okay? We don’t want this getting out of hand,” I say sweetly, imagining their eyes widen at me calling them out by name. 

I count slowly in my head…three…two…one…

Bang! The vents come open and they drop down silently behind me. I turn around in my chair and see the two culprits. 

“Hello boys. Have a seat.” I say, leaving them no room for argument. They sit down and don’t speak. I know they’re searching for ways to escape, but I won’t let them. They’re not the only ones good at planning.

“Look, I’m not going to force you to talk about anything. But just know that you shouldn’t try to-“

Before I can finish Jungkook brings out a gun and fires it at me. I dodge it and pull out a gun of my own.

“Don’t even think about it buddy. I have dozens of weapons aimed at you that could fire at any moment, so sit your ass down.” This makes him slightly wary, and he lowers his gun. 

“Give me your weapons boys,” I demand next, knowing that I could still win against them in a heartbeat but don’t want to take that chance.

They get them out for me but I notice Jungkook forgot two and Taehyung forgot one.

“Jungkook, give me the dagger in your hair and behind your ear and Taehyung, give me your ankle dagger,” I sigh impatiently. 

They do as I say, surprised at my knowledge. 

“Perfect. Good boys, thank you,” I praise, knowing that this makes them uncomfortable. And it works. Jungkook looks down slightly while I see Taehyung swallow. 

I stalk over to the filing cabinet and pull out the camera recording all of this. I smirk slightly into it and place it down in front of the boys and I. 

“Hello Bangtan, thanks for sending your maknaes to me. We’ve been having a jolly good time,” I say into the camera, noticing Jungkook and Taehyung exchange glances.

“Anyways, better come get them before something happens to them…that would be horrible,” I say, my tone a hint darker than before. Then I crush and destroy the camera. 

I turn back to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll guess…thirty-four minutes until they come for you. In the meantime, do make yourselves comfortable. I have snacks and shit in the mini fridge if you’re feeling peckish. But don’t try anything!” I singsong, going back to my desk. 

They look at each other, confused at what’s going on. One second I’m threatening them the next I’m offering them food. I ignore their looks and continue typing and responding to emails.

Precisely thirty-four minutes later the rest of Bangtan comes bursting through my office door.

“Where are they?!” Namjoon booms, gun in hand.

“They are right there,” I say, pointing to the two boys who haven’t moved from their sitting positions.

I see Bangtan freeze, if only for a split second. I know that they’re shocked I didn’t harm them/tie them up somehow.

“Did you do anything to them? Because if you did, I swear to god Stiletto I’ll-“

“Calm down Hoseok, can’t you see they’re unharmed?” I state boredly, gesturing to the maknaes.

“It’s true Hobi,” Jin says, rushing over to inspect his babies. 

“Aw, such a happy reunion,” I say, then sharpen my tone. “Looks, you idiots need to learn that no means no. I don’t want your business deal, so stop trying. It’s not working.”

“You sure, Stiletto?” Jimin asks me, a calculating grin on his face, “Because it seems to me that you care a lot about our babies, not even harming them. What does that show?”

I roll my eyes. “Jimin, quit it. Your tactics don’t work on me.” 

“Ooh, feisty. I like you, Stiletto,” Jimin says, sidling up to me and putting his arm around my shoulder.

Quick as a wink I take his arm off my shoulder and twist him so we’re now face-to-face. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you too Jimin,” I say, staring deep into his eyes. Oh how I love toying with them.

He falters for a millisecond then regains his composure and licks his lips.

“Great, so let’s make a deal-“

“You silly boy,” I push him away much to his dismay, “I already told you, no means no. Now, get out of here before I shoot you all.” I’ve had my fun and it’s time for them to go.

“Look, Stiletto, we don’t mean to cause issues with-“

“Trailing me? Putting cameras up in my own home and office? Attempting to hack my technology? Sending your babies to spy on me? It seems that you have caused issues. While I like to mess with you, I’m done playing.” I’m dead serious as I look them each in the eye.

“Get out of my sight and don’t bother trying to contact me again. I’m done with Bangtan. Oh, and keep in mind that I know more than you think,” I warn.

“Like what?” Namjoon scoffs, not believing me.

“I know that you and the rest of the boys have feelings for each other,” I say casually, noticing their looks of shock, “What, you don’t think I noticed? It’s pretty obvious to me and honestly you’re all perfect for each other anyway.” 

“But…no one knows that…” Jin stammers, showing the first sign of weakness since their arrival.

“Look, I’m not a snitch when it comes to that topic, so I won’t tell anyone, but you best believe I know so much more,” I say, watching them all breathe a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, point made Stiletto. We’ll leave you alone.” Namjoon caves, nodding to the rest of the boys.

“Great, now get out.” I point to the door and they all file out.

Ever since my spy in Bangtan told me that they were planning on meeting with me, I planned on the outcome. 

I knew their deals were usually good at hiding the holes, so I took the liberty of finding out what deal they were going to offer to me. It wasn’t bad from the outside but I knew that in the end it would benefit them more than me. 

I knew they wouldn’t accept my ‘no’ so I planned on them following me. Taehyung and Jungkook coming wasn’t a surprise in the least and I knew that revealing their biggest secret would make them leave me alone. 

I now hold power over the ‘mafia kings.’ 

That makes me be able to control all the groups in my area. 

Perfect. 

Now I can grow my empire and slowly but surely take over and show everyone who their mafia ruler really is.

The mafia queen, Y/n.

sorry for kinda rushing through this. it’s not perfect but I just love the scenario! anyways, as always, thanks for reading! 🩷🫶🏼

#bts #bts ot7 #bts ot7 x reader #ot7 bts #btsot7 #mafia!au #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #bts mafia imagine #badass reader #marblemoonstones

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

HEYY girl 💗 could I req a bam x fem reader where they’re enemies to lovers becuase y/n is just as reckless as he is?? Thank you 🫶

The Stuntgirl Rule

Bam breaks the one rule the crew all agreed on when they first added a girl to the group, which wouldn’t be as big of a deal if they didn’t hate each other. All this animosity builds and builds until Y/N finally figures out how to knock Bam down a peg.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff, Angst)

3.8k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, enemies to lovers, crude language, blood, snakes, misogyny, Madonna-Whore complex, injuries, hospitals, flirting, slut shaming, situationships

An: Thank you so much for the request!! I’ve come to find out I really do love writing for enemies to lovers pairings :) More than that, I got to do a lot of research for this fic with psychological complexes, especially (as the tags indicate) the Madonna-Whore complex!! If you can’t tell by now, I’m a bit of a nerd when it comes to writing XD I also experimented with making Bam a bit of an unreliable narrator in this one to wort of show his thought process better. I’ve been told my writing takes the asshole out of him but I’m pretty sure this fic put it right back in, so be warned! If you want an idea of the dynamic I was going for, the dynamic betwen Bam and Y/N reminded me a lot of this clip from the 2016 revival of the musical, Falsettos! Ah, my theater kid past…But thank you for the request and please keep sending more!!

Kneeling on the grass, you sat eye to eye with the King Cobra you somehow got a permit to film with. The whole “Kiss of Death” stunt got shuffled around to a couple of the other guys before it landed on you but hell, you couldn’t complain- dangerous shit was kinda your thing, and otherwise the next person in line would’ve been Bam and you knew exactly how that would turn out- the yelling, the laughing, the storming off set. All the guys stood around, looming over you with bated breaths as you slowly leaned over the snake, the hot Florida sun beating down on your skin as the air swam with anticipation. But as you were creeping in, right before your lips made contact with the Cobra’s forehead, the thing lunged at your neck. Everybody hooted and hollered as you grabbed the snake and lurched back in an act of quick reflexes, chuckling in surprise, but before you could crack some wise ass joke, your cockiness betrayed you and that smug grin on your face was wiped right off your face when you felt a pair of fangs sink into your wrist. “Agh! Fuck…” Yanking your hand back, you shook out the sting as you stumbled to your feet. Steve, who was serving as impromptu cameraman after Rick ‘refused any part in your dangerous bullshit’, focused the lense in on the blood that was tricking from your arm, “Shit…that’s gnarly, dude.” Though you probably should have been concerned for yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome it looked as Johnny patted you on the back appreciatively, “That was great, Y/N!”

As you were getting walked to the medic tent, the only one who didn’t want any part in your little victory parade was Bam, still sitting half slumped back on set, glaring at you as you walked away. Big whoop, girl gets bit by snake. Last week he got on a teeter totter in the bullpen and you don’t see that on any headlines. Maybe he hated the way the guys talked and joked with you like you were one of them even though you joined the Jackass cast less than a month ago. On the other hand, maybe he was still pissed off by the very real but entirely unspoken ‘Don’t Fuck the Stuntgirl’ rule. Of course Bam brought that sorta thing up when you first joined because he’ll there’s a lot you can do once you’ve got a chick in your group, but Johnny quickly shut the idea now by saying since they wouldn’t screw any of the other guys in the crew, they’d be keeping their hands off of you. Keeps things from getting awkward when you gotta see eachother on Monday, you know? But since Bam’s running theory of you only having gotten on set after getting into Knoxville’s pants hadn’t been disproven, he wrote it off as him making the whole thing up to keep the pretty girl all to himself. Greedy asshole. Who was he to say what he could and couldn’t stick his dick into? God, he bet the whole crew was passing you around- behind trailers, in empty hotel rooms, or what about those porta-potties on set…Bam decided to stop thinking about that once some things got stirred in his mind he didn’t really want to think about too long.

Getting bandaged up in the medic tent, you hardly noticed when Bam walked in after everybody left, watching quietly and scanning you up and down from where he stood. He looked from the bruises on your knees Bam was sure he knew the source of, to your baggy clothes that always made you look like a guy with the way they sat on your body, to your hair that was unkempt and showed just how little you cared about your appearance in his eyes. You were the exact opposite of Bam’s type in women- that dark lipstick tight bootcut fantasy goth chick with a great ass that also wasn’t a bitch. Looking up from where you were bleeding through your gauze, you made eye contact with him nonchalantly, “What is it?” Bam’s eye twitched at the disinterested tone in your voice but he kept up the whole smug thing, “You cryin’?” The medic had to scoot out of the way as you leaned in towards him and squinted at the realization that Bam was getting that whole ‘hating you’ stick up his ass again. “Does it look like I’m crying?” Part of him wanted to see you cry. Bam’s eyes drifted back to your hair, thinking about how satisfying it would be to grab a handful of it and yank you to your feet with his lips pressed tight against your ear as he said every awful word he was too nice to say to your face- that he knew everything about nasty hoes like you worked, and while it was cute how quickly the guys took to you, he was getting pretty damn sick of it so it was time for you to get the hint and hit the road. But he didn’t.

The medic passed you a container of pills that you palmed and that’s when Bam got an idea, “That snake oughta be on antibiotics instead’a you.” Scoffing at his unoriginal joke, you cocked your head to the side, “Really? You think a little blood’s that nasty? Y’damn baby…” Outside the tent, there was no doubt amongst the guys that another one of your petty fights were starting and nobody was looking forward to it. Well, except you. You found the little bickering thing you had with him fun, especially with all the weak ass insults Bam threw at you. “I mean, anything that comes outta you’s nastier than whatever Steve-O’s got goin’ on in him- that guy’s a disease nest.” This was too easy. “Yeah, says the guy who let him tongue his ass wound...” Wait, you were at that party too- the one where Steve popped ecstasy and went around kissing everyone cause he ‘felt good’? Bam’s jaw clenched at the way you always had an answer to him- how dare you one up him. He jabbed a finger at your chest, “Oh, don’t talk that shit. You wouldn’t even have the balls to get branded in the first place!” Unable to help yourself from cracking a smile, your giddiness was apparent in your voice, “I got more balls than you do.” As much as you hated how much of a little bitch he could be, you always thought the back and forth thing you had between him wasn't ever that serious (a contrast to the way Bam viewed it). Delight filled you as he stormed out of the flap of the white medical tent, blushing and emasculated and- while he would never admit this, kind of turned on by the angry banter like it was some kinda foreplay.

You needed soap. That’s how it started- after shooting one day, you went back to the hotel and noticed halfway through your shower that the room service lady forgot to leave any of those tiny complimentary soaps. Groaning, you got out of the comfortable, warm, sorely needed shower and put on a towel, thinking you could go next door and get some from the guys. It’s not like you hadn’t seen them naked before, so them seeing you in a towel was no big deal. Water dripped off of your legs as you walked out into the hallway, pushing open the door to their room which was left unlocked. From what you could tell, they had gone to the hotel bar promptly after filming, so you didn’t bother to announce your presence as you walked in. However, you had one major oversight in this- Bam, who you didn’t notice from where he was sitting on one of the beds on the near side of the room. Now, you and him could have gone on just hating and fucking with each other and everything would’ve been fine, but this one incident would change it.

From where he sat on the bed, Bam silently watched as you walked around like you owned the place, softly humming to yourself as you rummaged through their shower- through his shower, the towel you wore riding up dangerously high on the backs of your thighs, skin still glistening wet as you bent over, nabbing a few little bottles of shampoo and conditioner. He glared at you with contempt through your reflection in the mirror. You’d probably do this even if the whole crew was here, wouldn’t you? Just stroll on in, nearly naked, parading yourself around in front of all those dudes like it was nothing. Shameless. He knew better than anything what that kinda porno logic setup would devolve into. Wait- christ, was he…? Oh, oh yeah. Yep. Bam couldn’t believe himself- he was actually getting hard. More than that, you had no clue he was there in the first place even as you turned to leave, and you wouldn’t have noticed him at all if he didn’t stand up to catch your attention. “What’re you doin’?” Turning around, you met Bam’s gaze, maybe six inches away from his body as you held up your towel with one hand and presented him your spoils in the other, “I’m getting soap…?” Unceremoniously plucking one of the bottles from your hands, he squinted at you like he was accusing you of something, “So you think y’can just waltz on in here and take my shit whenever you feel like it?”

Looking around at the empty room, you got an idea to really get under his skin. You know how Bam uses his little rich boy MTV paycheck to get whatever he wants? Well your pockets may not be lined as generously but you still found a way. Taking a step forward, you pressed your body right up against his, the same way you saw all those flirty girls do to him at the bar, letting your towel slip down a little as your voice dropped into a teasing coo, trying to provoke him, “Aww, what’s the matter? You don’t like sharing?” While you were referring to the soap, Bam took it as a double entendre and thought there was no way you didn’t mean it in the way he was thinking- what with the way your chest was squished tight against his torso or how you were practically straddling his thigh in, and this is important here, only a towel. In your eyes, this was the same as any other day you were going back and forth on set, but Bam, oh. He could feel the surge of hormones in his bloodstream as his breath caught in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. The way your body was curving against his nearly made him forget about why he hated you so much. Snapping back to reality, he couldn't tell if this was anger or lust that made him speechless, but it was probably a mix of the two. Leaning in closer, you pressed your lips close to your ear, his very obvious state of arousal only fueling your teasing as you words fell slow, melodically from your lips as you enunciated, trying to keep yourself from laughing and fucking it all up. “I’m gonna take this soap back to my room, and I am going to rub it over every inch of my wet. Naked. Body- and you are gonna do nothing about it. So, uh…” Reaching out with a grin, you grabbed the bottle back from Bam’s frozen hand. Now, logic would dictate that this is right about when the two of you would say fuck it and start going at eachother, but that’s not what you had in mind. “Thanks!” Slipping out the door and shutting it loudly, you left him standing there- unable to respond, entirely conflicted, and hard. Fuck.

Why was this happening? He was Bam Margera- Bam fucking Margera- he could have hordes of playboy bunnies folowing him arround wherever he want and fawning over him like their lives depended on it, but noooo. He had to fall for the gross chick he worked with. Perfectly fine, well-adjusted (debatable) women literally threw themselves at his feet on a day to day basis, and the one he’s got his eye set on? Yeah, last week she was doing lines of Tabasco sauce with Steve-O off the table at Denny’s cause they got bored waiting for their food. What a catch. He didn’t even want to meet up with the guys to go pick up chicks at the bar anymore- you know, the civilized kind that wore makeup and shoes you couldn’t skateboard in. And you didn’t even want him the way those girls wanted him- you were messing with his head like some succubus. Very quietly, he sat back down in the bed and thought about some things.

Bam was having a hard time letting everything that was happening with you go- that’s not the kind of guy he is, you know? Too many big feelings in a small package gotta go somewhere. So when he showed up on set the next day, hyped up to do that stunt where he was set to get shot by a riot control shotgun wearing nothing but a leather jacket for protection, his emotions were not in any way subdued when he caught word that Knoxville gave the stunt to you. “Dude!” Storming up to confront him, Bam pulled the asshole away from whatever conversation he was having with Jeff, “I mean, seriously? You got Y/N to do the stunt and not me?” Sticking his hands up in a mercy gesture, Johnny stammered but managed to explain himself, “I’m just sayin, man- It’d work better for her! You know- you have your skating stuff, she’s got the dangerous stuff! You could always watch from the sidelines…” Yeah, real nice save there, Knoxville. Bam hated whenever you did stunts- not because he didn’t like that you were equally as reckless as him, no way- it’s just that he thought chicks shouldn’t be doing dangerous shit, and you were always there to throw yourself in harm's way, and that annoyed him. You were standing off to the side, joking around with Chris and Steve when you felt someone suddenly grab your shoulder from behind and roughly spin you around to face him, “You know, I had some fuckin’ ideas about you, Y/N, but this really takes the cake.” Grimacing, you stood eye to eye with Bam, a little too close to his body to be comfortable. “What the hell are you talking about?” Bam took a step back, eyeing you up and down as he got ready to say what had been eating away at him for weeks. His voice was tense as he nearly growled, “You’re fuckin’ Knoxville.” What?

“Wait, I’m fucking Knoxville?” You certainly were not, but your mind put two and two together lightning fast, tracing his train of thought. It was like a switch flipped in you as rage curled up in your stomach, springing out of your mouth in words that dripped with venom, “Oh, please! You’re probably takin’ it up the ass from all of ‘em!” It was only natural that you would deny it- I mean, it’s kinda taboo for people to admit that they’re sleeping with their boss. But Bam couldn’t summon the words he needed to use to defend himself from what you claimed, so he said the only words his anger-fried brain could come up with, “Fuck you!” Flashing a grin, you got all in his personal space as your voice went from anger to condescension, “Oh, you wish.” Back to the snarky shit with this woman. Okay, maybe he did, but that was none of your business. Bam pressed his lips together as he could feel the tips of his ears heating up, and he couldn’t tell if he was getting flustered from the way you were challenging him or how correct what you were insinuating was. The fact that your lips were nearly touching his wasn't helping either. Taking advantage of your close proximity, Bam quickly reached out and snatched the shotgun from where you were gripping it and dashed off.

Oh, you said Bam had no balls? Yeah, he’s got more balls than the tri-state lottery, bitch. Shoving the gun into Ryan’s hands, he didn’t even notice when Rick started filming from where he was setting up the camera for the stunt you were supposed to do. Stepping back, Bam smacked his own chest twice in a challenging gesture, looking at his best friend but saying words he wanted to say to you, “C’mon, man. Hit me. Do it!” Knowing better than anyone the way he could get into these kinds of moods, Ryan knew the only way to talk him down was to go along with whatever stupid plan he had in mind. Groaning, he steadied the sight on where Bam was standing, aiming for his stomach where it would result in the least damage, and pressed his finger against the trigger. This loud, sickening whip cracking sound made everyone on set jump. The man on the other end of the barrel doubled over with this noise you only hear out of dying animals, falling to the ground with a thump as every ounce of air wooshed out of his lungs in a second. It was the way Bam looked like roadkill with how he curled up on the ground, not making a sound or movement, that made you feel a shred bad for him for the very first time. Looking around, you were the first person to call out, “…Medic?”

Internal bleeding they said. Three broken ribs on account of Dunn’s stellar marksmanship and a gnarly bruise, or so you heard from when the guys gathered around his bedside and were all gasps and oohs after Bam pulled down the sheets in when Steve asked to take a look at it. But after everyone was done grimacing and telling him how awesome the footage would turn out, they flooded out the door and the only person who remained was you, smugly sitting in one of those stiff hospital chairs as Bam lay across from you in his bed, hooked up to electrodes and shit like they do in movies. But there was something different in your eyes as you got up to his bedside- not so much your usual loathing towards him, but more so fascination. Bam got knocked down a peg, and you were satisfied knowing his ego was bruised alongside those abs of his he so loved to flaunt.

Bam’s words came out in a weak mumble as he looked up at you, “What d’you want?” As much as he tried to appear all tough and be a big angry man, you couldn’t help but find the sight of him laying back with his hair a little messy and that glossy look in his eyes from the epidural kinda cute with how vulnerable he was. He couldn’t make fun of you when he was at your mercy like this, what with not being able to even sit up on his own, much less fight or come up with any worthwhile insults. With one finger, you pointed down to the swollen, dark purple mark on Bam’s pale skin, lit up from the light flooding in the window. You nearly snickered, “I wanna touch it.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Bam scoffed at your suggestion, “Fine, whatever….It doesn’t even hurt- oh, fuck!“ Recoiling when you poked the tender bruise, Bam nearly let out a whimper as he winced, pain shooting through his chest. Letting out a breathy groan, he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow, “Don’t- don’t do that…” Part of you wanted to laugh at him, call him a pussy, and go find out wherever the other guys were headed, but another part of you, maybe one you went too eager to own up to, couldn’t deny that he looked kind of pretty when he got fucked up, all fragile and defeated. Like it activated something primal in you, this unconscious attraction towards broken things. You came to the realization that, when that mouth and that attitude of his wasn’t fucking it up, he was pretty hot.

The thing is, both of you liked each other, but neither were too eager to jump at that whole romcom style ‘confessing your feelings’ thing, so for the next few weeks, you tried to keep up the whole hating each other charade. Like when you and him were on the mini-ramp Chris hauled to set with his truck to give you something to do in between filming, and Bam just kept messing up whatever trick he was intent on doing that day. Up he’d go, then down to the plywood with a slam that left him a shiny new bruise- back and forth. “Y’know, it’s a lot easier to do tricks once you’ve learned to stay on your board.” You taunted, kicking up your board to stand on the one side of the ramp. But as he was about to reply with some smart ass response, Bam nailed whatever stupidly over complicated thing he was attempting. “Hahaha! Yes!” Popping his board up with one foot and, turning to you with a triumphant grin, he did one of those victory crotch grabs. “Suck it!” Ignoring the fact that, given the right circumstances, you probably would’ve taken him up on that offer, you rolled your eyes, looking him up and down in a way you hoped looked sarcastic as you spat, “Yeah, in your dreams.” Still, while the venom in your words was still there, it was dulled in a way, like a swallowing a spoonful of sugar after bitter medicine. “Oh, I’d rather rip my dick off and shove it up my ass before I let you suck it!” Bam had the same shitty comebacks as ever.

And the fact that you two were phoning it in wasn’t lost in the slightest on the rest of the guys. They’d try to drop hints to Bam and say that if he’s got the hots for you that it’d be a good idea to try not being an asshole for once, but he’d just laugh them off and tell them that that’s what chicks like nowadays- assholes. But they had no clue. All anyone else knew was that the seemingly boiling hatred you had for each other had melted into a mere simmer, practically friendly banter. Maybe Bam didn’t hit the mark when he said you were fucking the whole crew, but was right about you being shameless, as he would come to find out a few weeks into whatver the two of you had going on. But now, he wasn't one to complain when you pulled him behind a trailer on set, or into an empty hotel room- hell, even into one of those porta-potties on set. Honestly, it was just like how he imagined.

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #angst #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader

[ashsostrange]

i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.

idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.

thoughts on ghostflower: here!

reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!

i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛

i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!

gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️

before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!

listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.

i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.

my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭

if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.

i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.

in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.

and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)

but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.

miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.

oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️

that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.

#ash spills 🌺 #ghostflower #gwiles #ghost flower #atsv #itsv #btsv #beyond the spiderverse #miles and gwen #miles molares #gwen stacy #into the spider verse #accross the spiderverse #don’t inbox me bc idc #it’s never too late to edit the script #oh and FUCK PETER B #I HATE THAT WHIGGA #i hope peter b passes away #useless mf fr #spiderman #spiderverse

[receival]

the dark nest trilogy starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from the star wars expanded universe’s the dark nest trilogy.

there is no poison in truth.

if you don’t wish me to return, i won’t.

what i don’t wish is for you to leave.

it’s too soon. you’re not ready.

sometimes, the effect is all we can know of the cause.

do you remember my words only so you can use them to spar with me?

so now you are beyond light and dark? beyond good and evil?

my bodyguards will wait in the corridor.

then you know the purpose of my visit?

an explanation? of what?

my apologies for taking so much of your time.

forgive me. i didn’t mean to imply anything.

you need to put a stop to this, and soon.

okay, so it’s a small chance. but it’s better than nothing.

are you crazy? …you are. you’re crazy.

i do want to win this thing. and to do that, we need to stay alive.

it’s not too much, if you’ll just leave me alone!

when are you going to stop calling me ‘kid’?

trust me.

this should be interesting.

i’m looking forward to see how you do it.

they’re wondering what you’re doing. to tell the truth, so am i.

you’ve been awfully quiet, (name).

(name), i think you’re just making the situation here worse.

you’ve lost your objectivity and you’ve taken sides.

that was a thoughtless thing for me to say.

some things i won’t tolerate even from you, (full name).

at the moment, it’s you i’m most worried about.

what happened to defending the weak? to sacrificing for the poor?

i don’t know the truth. and i see no reason to think of one, since you won’t believe it anyway.

i’ve seen enough. take me back to the hangar.

doesn’t this all seem a little easy to you?

i can still do what needs to be done.

we’re in this together, nerf herder.

i’m suggesting that we might not have a choice.

you didn’t ‘rescue’ me.

are you still here?

did you just call me a liar, (name)?

you think, or you’re sure?

it seems like something’s always broken down just when you need it most.

better take a sensor reading on our destination — but don’t go active. we don’t want to give away where we’re going.

you’ve been reading my mind again, haven’t you?

we should probably turn around now, before anything unfortunate happens. it would be much safer

go ahead. fly us straight into that planet, and you won’t hear another word from me.

you don’t have to worry about that. i haven’t been eating it.

i keep feeling like we’re about to be attacked again.

you’re just trying to get me into your cabin again.

(name), how long is it going to take for us to be honest with each other?

since when did you start worrying about the odds?

something happened to you. anyone can see that.

why don’t we take care of these wounds?

you’re not dead yet.

how do you feel?

didn’t know. and it wouldn’t matter if i did.

there’s something sneaky going on here.

(name), sometimes you think too much.

nice try, but we’re not changing the subject.

i’m surprised you have so much trouble remembering the name of someone who betrayed you.

what does this have to do with anything? they’re both dead.

just making a point.

i’m glad i still have something to teach.

perhaps you’d explain your concerns?

i let my emotions carry me away. i apologize.

you’re in a better mood.

i don’t recall you doing much cooking.

tell me, (name). what don’t i want to know?

tell me the truth. are we going to die?

if we’re going to die anyway, there’s nothing left to lose.

you cannot know how refreshing it is to speak with someone who is not trying to win my hand or coax something out of me.

you would not believe what they do to curry favor.

you do know that we’re not alone, don’t you?

why do you put up with them?

everyone wants something from me, (name).

am i required to laugh?

what about the will of the force? why not trust it?

everything i tell you is a lie.

should i trust a river because it wants to run downhill?

it took five years to learn that?

we’ll have to make this fast. the grounds a little soft here.

it’s my fault. i hope you can forgive me.

you can still lay down your weapon. it would be better if you did.

i don’t want it repaired until we find a way to extract some information stored on the chip.

didn’t you hear me? we’re in the middle of some very important business.

you have what you came for. but it wouldn’t be wise to act on the information.

are you threatening me?

you’re a hard woman, (full name). i kind of like it.

remind me not to get on your bad side.

pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?

what are you doing, sneaking up like that?

okay, maybe my best friend’s a lizard.

i told you it wasn’t what you thought.

i don’t understand why you want to fight — because you have no chance of winning.

i need to hurt them. inflict pain. torture them, in truth. not for long, and nothing that will injure. but it must be intense.

perhaps we should back up a little.

there isn’t any other way. not in the time we have.

the only thing pain would cause me is a religious experience.

i have seen everything i need to.

i hope you’ll forgive the room. it’s the best i could do under the circumstances.

your presence would make any room pleasant, (name).

some of us still honor our promises.

why in the blazes would you do something like that?

who else can we trust to wield our power? we must follow our own consciences.

even in those with the best intentions, power corrupts.

i haven’t seen a good lightsaber fight in ages.

i was feeling a little cramped myself.

i’m sorry. i don’t understand what you’re saying.

i — i thought it was a dream.

no, it was fun! great, even. i just … it didn’t feel real …

your touch can be very compelling.

you’re not just here to say hello. something’s wrong, isn’t it?

you’re not very good at hiding your feelings.

i was hoping he may have talked to you.

we can’t do anything. it’s too late.

come get me, lover boy.

has this ever been tried before?

ambush . they’re starting to come after us.

your request lies outside my mission profile, but i have been authorized to wish you good luck.

you don’t have to impress me.

from where i stand, you’re in no position to stop me.

you will need more than lightsabers and blaster pistols, i think.

my trigger finger is getting itchy.

(name), this doesn’t have to happen.

you still have a home with us.

(name), reach out to me. i can help you find the way back.

how about it, (name)? that enough fun for you?

you always know how to make a girl feel better.

neat trick. it isn’t going to save you.

i am not your son.

no hurry. i’ve been hit worse than this.

all you did was save their lives. that doesn’t make you responsible for what they did later.

that was entirely uncalled for.

well that was fun. let’s never do it again.

we need to make this fast.

come here. i’ll try to help.

i have not forgotten. you may be sure of that.

i don’t think i like what you’re saying.

i’ve done nothing to deserve that tone.

they want you to suffer. then they want you dead.

i’m not leaving here without you, (name).

i hate this. it makes me feel like a coward.

i don’t know why that should surprise you.

of course they’re concerned about us.

you’ll understand if i don’t believe you.

(name), you disappoint me.

you let your anger make you weak.

i’ll lay the blame where it belongs.

i’m not interested in ‘redemption’, or anything else you have to offer.

that’s enough. are you trying to kill her?

i could have sworn i had it set on full power.

you could have fought this. maybe you still can.

you place too much faith in others, (name). that has always been your weakness — and soon it will be your downfall.

i’m just going to blast her now.

i won’t lose you, (name).

do you mind? i don’t want to catch anything.

we don’t have time to meditate, (name).

we don’t have time for rules.

we should handle this ourselves.

silence is not agreement.

there’s no sense discussing this any further. my mind is made up.

sometimes i hate it when you’re right.

i’m serious. if you go there, you’re on your own.

why are you whispering?

what’s wrong? i didn’t hit you with a stray, did i?

they’re all dead.

i was hoping to get some answers out of them.

i’m not worried. you’re covering me.

doomed? what are you talking about?

what’s wrong with you, (name)? you could have hurt someone.

tell you in a minute — in case i’m wrong about this and need to make something up to keep from embarrassing myself.

i see you’re making the most of your house arrest, (name).

your act isn’t fooling me.

so we can do this the easy way … or we can do it the hard way.

you’re a jedi! you can’t do this.

it is your intention that concerns me.

you see? that wasn’t so hard.

they didn’t say, and i didn’t ask.

this was a political arrangement, not a marriage.

tell me why i shouldn’t kill you now.

i apologize if i offended you, (title).

i was only trying to help.

i wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon.

oh, boy. this is bad.

we gotta get off this sponge before we start glowing or something

if you’re going into a trance or something, now isn’t the time.

don’t worry. everything’s under control.

you won’t need your (weapon). i’m not here to harm you.

how could i have been hiding? i only just arrived.

that’s backward. and a lie!

if you were going to pull the trigger, you wouldn’t have wasted your one chance talking about it.

i’ll see you in your dreams.

i was certainly not just kissing her.

you see? i didn’t miscalculate!

you keep telling me to doubt everything.

you are a terrible student.

give me your (weapon).

the last time i did that, you hit me on the head with it. i had a knot for a week.

this is no time for games, (title). i need to know.

i find your lack of faith disturbing, (name).

we’re still in one piece, aren’t we?

i’ve been wondering what she sees in you.

did you just use a jedi mind - reading trick on me?

hey, open up! i need to talk to you.

that was low, (name), even for you.

i’m trying to make the best of a bad situation, here.

you’re getting on my nerves.

i’ll be okay, (name). i just need to center myself.

just how angry are you trying to make me?

i’m sure you’ll understand my complete lack of confidence in that plan.

that’s not your decision to make!

i’m afraid you’re going to be waiting a very long time.

these things happen when we keep secrets from each other.

i wouldn’t want to make this too easy on you.

what is wrong with you? you could have gotten killed!

i just don’t worry about things i can’t control, and i fix things i can control.

what’s the hurry? it’s not like we’re going anyplace.

i’ll see if i can improve our chances.

maybe we should turn back.

you’re not looking too great.

you want this done, we’ve got to do it ourselves.

(name) would kill me if i let you die alone in there.

everything’s fine here. there’s no need to be alarmed.

whatever you say, (name). you’re the one holding the blaster.

why are you laying on the floor at a time like this?

these bugs are really starting to scare me.

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[blorboclaw]

what character is the character you think the fandom always gets really almost insultingly wrong? for me its mapleshade

I’ve got a few, but I also made posts for some of those already, namely that Leopardstar is not a fascist apologist and has spent all her life guilt-ridden and trying to atone for Tigerclan and Stonefur’s death. There’s also the fact Tigerstar Sr is not racist (although he sure pretends to be), but I made a post about that too.

I’m starting to think that Brackenfur is done dirty too but I’m going to wait until I finish re-reading the prophecy begins.

Mothwing might be a good beginning, not because I think there’s much more than the text says, but because the fandom doesn’t even seem to have read the text.

Mothwing according to the fandom: Lesbian medicine cat who should have eloped with Leafpool instead of Crowfeather. The erins don’t kill her off because they would have to answer the question of where she would go since she’s atheist.

Mothwing according to the text: A medicine cat (so basically a doctor and priest) who saw her brother drown in front of her, saw her mother abandon her other brother and her in a clan whose entire culture circles around water, who learned a new faith, sacrificed her whole future life (couldn’t have a mate nor kits now) for the good of the clan when Star Clan designated her to become a medicine cat (yes she wanted to but still), then discovered her brother, the only family she had left, had betrayed her trust, and made up a sign, which in turn broke her faith in Star Clan.

She’s also, but tries to move from it, the daughter of (one of) the greatest criminals who ever walked the forest. She was thrown as the only medicine cat in the clan rather young, when Mudfur decided to stay behind in the forest (also he didn’t decide because he was actively dying but that’s not my point). She has had her share of traumatic events, including discovering her brother (again, her only family left) was an awful guy, almost failing to save a drowning apprentice, being abused by her brother, having to hide her lack of faith, etc.

The only friend we know to her that is her equal (and not like, her apprentice or a much younger or older cat) is Leafpool, and they care deeply for each other, but would both still put their clan first.

So why I think everyone got her wrong:

Her core, the center of her whole being and personnality, rests on the fact she is, somehow, broken, but in a Kintsugi way (kintsugi is a japanese word which basically means mending something with gold to make it even more beautiful and unique than before).

She’s such an interesting medicine cat because she doesn’t have faith in Star Clan. If, after The Last Hope, she believes there’s a life after death (which I’m not sure she does) she still believes they are flawed, and dying doesn’t make you smarter. We know Jayfeather had kinda the same reaction but in his case it was more like rebelling because people told him to do something he didn’t want to. In Mothwing’s case, it’s all about knowing that there are bad people who died, too, and flawed people. She’s seen many people from Riverclan die, and we can imagine she has seen some when she still was having visions, before she learned about the moth wing Hawkfrost put up. So she knows Star Clan cats are not inherently wise.

And that’s a very rare thing, to see a cat who does believe Star Clan exists in some extent, but questions their judgement. We see Nightpelt/star doing that, too, but Mothwing’s a medicine cat, aka the only place in the clan in which it is necessary to believe in Star Clan, to have faith in it.

She’s also a descendant of Tigerstar, but she’s not like her siblings. Hawkfrost tried to take over the lake, Bramblestar became leader the legal way, Tawnypelt had kits... whether politically or genetically, they’re all carrying a bit of Tigerstar in them and propagating them. Mothwing doesn’t fight, and Mothwing can’t have kits. Plus she doesn’t believe in life after death enough to receive visions or dreams, so she can’t even see Tigerstar in her dreams. She’s the only one who severes the ties of Past and Future. She’s a Present embodiement.

She also shares the name of the first medicine cat ever. She has friends in all four clans. She was a warrior before becoming a medicine cat.

She is so much more than a baseless ship the fandom is parading around the streets...

Yeah anyway she’s one of my “Only-I-Have-The-Right-Opinion-About-Them” characters.

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[cherryblossomlion]

Ceci N'est Pas Une Chapter Drop

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They make camp near the temple for the night. Akemi helps wordlessly, as ever the helpful, uncomplaining travel companion—she’s nothing like Mizu had expected. She’s always had Akemi wrong, and she’s only just beginning to see it.

Akemi now looks as if she’s in her true form, an actual magical forest creature. Her hair hangs down her back, her face is bare, but perfect, her skin pearlescent, her teeth back to white. She just gets more beautiful the more you look at her. It’s uncanny.

How did Taigen ever let her go?

Mizu didn’t sleep well. She’s grown soft over the last week, used to a bath and a massage and proper bedding—she tosses and turns while Akemi slumbers, sleeping gracefully on her back in a manner that betrays the fact that she’d been trained to sleep on a takamakura. Mizu sleeps later than she means to, wakes to the sun higher in the sky than it should be.

Akemi’s spent the morning foraging. There are mushrooms and bamboo shoots and fiddleheads, some sarunashi fruit. She’s even set up the cookware and seems to be about to try to cook the ingredients she gathered, but Mizu stops her—she might not be a good cook, but she can at least keep the food from burning—after all, by Akemi’s own account, she’s never cooked.

It’s a meager breakfast, but not as terrible as the first one Mizu had made for them. The lack of spices is probably something of a blessing.

Mizu gets her bearings—she’s sure there’s a town at the foot of these mountains, it’s just a matter of making good time—still, it might take more than a day.

“We should get going,” says Mizu, moving to pack up before washing the dishes—Akemi swats her away and gives their bowls and cups a quick wipe with a series of dewy leaves. Mizu rolls up her tatami mat—Akemi’s pack has already been sorted, Mizu notes. Her pillow book included—which she never lets Mizu carry anymore.

“Thank you,” she says to Akemi, who is binding her hair up. “For finding food for us.” Akemi turns to Mizu and nods. She has a look of determination on her face—likely she knows how hard they’ll have to travel.

Mizu tries to set a slower, steadier pace, and takes short rests, for Akemi’s sake. Akemi doesn’t complain, but she doesn’t talk much, either. She does look around her, and Mizu can tell she’s cataloguing everything around her—the last Mizu had seen of her pillow book, it was full of detailed paintings of leaves, with little notes and poems next to them.

At one point, there’s no way around it but to go down a short but steep cliffside. Akemi puts a brave face on, but Mizu sees her breathing quicken when she looks down at it.

Mizu turns. “Get on my back,” she says.

“Ha,” says Akemi. “Ha ha.” She steps closer to the edge, then back, then at Mizu.

“I’ve carried Taigen before,” she says.

Akemi’s eyes widen for a moment—but she believes her. She nods. She gets that little look of determination on her face that happens whenever she’s presented with a unique difficulty, like a long mountain trek or hours spent practicing with a knife. She lets Mizu help her climb onto her back—of necessity, she has to part her kimono to wrap her legs around Mizu, but she’s fashioned some sort of leggings out of the cloth from her kimono—Mizu had noticed that her sleeves looked shorter.

She’s so light, like a bird—and unexpectedly warm, against her back.

Mizu scales the cliff easily, as if it were a short way down. Akemi doesn’t let go, when they reach the bottom, because she doesn’t realize they’ve reached it. She’s closed her eyes.

Mizu pats her knee, awkwardly, to let her know they’re down.

Akemi’s face is red, when she clambers down. She blushes perfectly, of course, as if her cheeks were stained with rouge. “I think I’m afraid of heights,” she mutters.

Mizu says nothing—there’s nothing to say. However, she doesn’t move on, giving Akemi a moment to gather herself, until it’s Akemi herself who pushes them forward.

They cover a fair amount of ground. Mizu has to give credit to Akemi for having learned to move through the underbrush better—or maybe it’s the leggings that she made. She contrinues to take in the flora and fauna of the area. Come to think of it, she’d done a good job foraging this morning. She wonders where she’s learned such things, from the confines of a palace.

They come across a stream that appears from seemingly nowhere, a perfect and crystal clear thing winding throughout the forest, reflecting more light than the forest seems to hold. They stop by it—Mizu judges it safe, but Akemi insists on making a filter out of spare cloth and leaves. They then take their fill—it doesn’t make sense to refill their containers until they have to part from the river, so they follow it down, and down, until they come upon a little green house with a thatched roof, and beside it a stable and a garden. There are two maple trees in front of it, that share a canopy of brilliant, out of season red—it has the appearance, for a moment, of a torii gate.

Akemi and Mizu look at each other.

“Should we—” Mizu’s not sure what she’s asking, or why. Of course they should go and seek lodging. She shakes her head, but Akemi is frowning at the little green house, her head cocked. She looks around for a moment, then at Mizu.

“There aren’t any paths,” she says.

She’s right. Although the vegetation around the house has been tamed, the house is completely surrounded by the forest. There’s nary a mountain trail—the stream is what brought them here. She says as much to Akemi, then strides through the maple trees to the house, and Akemi hurries to follow her.

The door opens before Mizu puts her hand to the door to knock, revealing a woman nearly as tall as she is, beautiful but severe-looking. Her hair and the arrangement of her kimono are modern and complicated—utterly out of place with this homely dwelling. She looks like an aristocrat, not the proprietress of an inn at all. By comparison, Mizu and Akemi are underdressed. The woman looks at Mizu and Akemi for a long moment.

“You took long enough,” she says.

“What?” asks Mizu, dumbly.

“Come in, we have rooms prepared for you.”

Mizu looks at Akemi, but Akemi is looking at the woman, curious but strangely untroubled. “Were you at the wedding?” she asks.

Mizu shivers, and shakes her head. That’s not possible.

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[rainbowchewynuggets]

TMA: Encore #9

The day after Melanie’s interview, Jon goes looking for the others. He finds Tim and Sasha first as they try to look busy without betraying how little they can focus.

Jon: Um, morning.

Sasha gives him a polite “hi” back. Tim nods.

He asks how they’re doing. They answer negatively. So does he.

Jon: I’m sure we all could use time to think after yesterday, but I was hoping to talk to you two for a moment. And Martin, if he’s around.

They reluctantly agree.

Jon brings them into a nearby room and attempts to address the thwarted escape attempt. Tim is quick to ask if he intentionally led them down dead ends in the tunnels. Jon regretfully admits that he did. Sasha sighs. Jon quickly adds that he already had a strong suspicion that Not-Jon wouldn’t let them leave. It wasn’t the right time to escape, but he didn’t see any way to convince them of that. Tim is about to speak, but Sasha cuts him off.

Sasha: I imagine you have ideas on how to handle Prentiss, then?

Jon says he does, after a pause. Not-Jon is simply too volatile an enemy to outmaneuver from their position. Tim and Sasha throw each other a look. Jon thinks that, despite everything, the safest thing to do might be to follow the original plan and re-enact the order of events from the tapes, minus some obvious hazards. He distrusts Not-Jon just as much as they do, but he wants to focus on surviving for now. They can deal with everything else afterward.

The plan seems tenuous to him even as he says it out loud.

Tim: And you’re still not telling us when it’ll happen?

Jon glances away.

Jon: I’m sorry.

Tim and Sasha don’t argue further. They agree to his proposal. Jon is surprised.

Jon: Really?

Tim: *shortly* I suppose we’re just in the same boat at this point.

Jon: Oh. Okay. Well, we can go over particulars later. Let’s just try not to rock the boat. Who knows what he’ll do.

Tim and Sasha stay in the room after he’s gone and lower their voices too far for him to hear.

~

Sasha greets Martin. He answers with a sheepish smile, but it fades very quickly. He puts his phone away.

Sasha: You cut your hair.

Martin: Yeah. I didn’t want it to be in the way.

Sasha: Did you cut it because… Did Jon tell you when–?

Martin: No, no. It just felt like time.

Sasha asks if Jon talked to him about his plan for the Prentiss ordeal just now. He says that he did. She asks if he agrees with him. One end of his lip pulls in an uneasy grimace.

Martin: Sort of.

Sasha: Kind of seems like a steep risk, doesn’t it?

He gives a nod and a shrug at once.

Martin: I mean, I can see why he’d be shaken up enough not to want to try anything.

Sasha: No kidding. I thought I was going to pass out when the flashlight blew.

Martin: I mean the strangling.

She hesitates.

Sasha: The what?

Martin: Not-Jon tried to strangle him. Or, that’s what it sounded like to me. And he did the… the reverse-Beholding thing on him. Where he puts horrible things in your mind, you know? And I think he threatened to do it to us next if we got out of line.

Sasha is dumbstruck.

Sasha: Martin, we’ve got to get out of here.

Martin rubs his neck.

Martin: That’s kind of the thing, though, isn’t it? The more we try to get out of this, the more trouble we seem to get into. Not-Jon is ready to catch us if we keep pulling away.

Her eyebrows screw up with urgency.

Sasha: We’re not gonna just sit here and let this happen, Martin.

Martin: No, I–I’m trying to say that if we want to resolve this, we... we might have to consider that we’ll have to do it from here.

A cold feeling twists in Sasha’s stomach.

Sasha: We can’t do much of anything if we’re dead.

Martin: I know that. Just look at this!

He holds out his hands. They tremble incessantly. He bundles them into the folds of his sweater and stares at the floor as Sasha stares at him.

Martin: Of course I’m scared of what that means, but I’m more scared of what’ll happen if we don’t put an end to all of this. I’ve hardly been able to sleep even after coming back to my flat, so I could just be losing my grip but… I’ve spent all this time wondering what kind of–of person it would take to pull it off. We haven’t agreed on what to do so far, but it’s not like we’ve been completely crazy.

Sasha: Of course. We were just doing what we thought was reasonable.

Martin: Exactly. Not-Jon already knows what our reasoning will be. He expects that of us. So do the Fears. Maybe if we never succeeded in all the different variations of people we’ve been, then we should just throw the normal, rational “person” part out of the equation. We might even get lucky enough to see the other side. The whole death threat part could just be to keep us away. I mean, does it really seem like there’s a more unlikely way out from here than through?

He looks at her like he’s begging her to talk him out of it.

She puts her arm around his broad soft shoulders and gives him a squeeze.

Sasha: You should get some sleep, Martin.

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Days pass on. The team pretends to operate as functionally as they can, especially around Jonah. Jon continues to slip dirty wrinkled papers and damaged tapes in with the rest of the archive’s materials. He records some bunk statements to keep up appearances and only tackles real ones when he remembers to bring pain medicine. He can’t bring himself to abstain, knowing who’s watching. The others busy themselves with misfiling anything they can find. They do their mischief as neatly as they can, so as not to draw suspicion. Though, Jonah has been down in the archives more often than before. Tim told Sasha one afternoon that he got a talking to for leaving a file shoved in a door jamb so that it spilled all over the floor when Jonah opened it. Tim said it was the highlight of his week.

The worms are everywhere. No one has seen hide or hair of Not-Jon. So, they wait. And keep waiting.

Not-Jon sits deep in the lightless tunnels, watching the activity above. His back is propped against the wall, his head hung in one hand. He bounces his leg to distract from the tearing feeling inside him. It’s getting worse.

Jonah exits a door somewhere in the archives. He whistles as he heads back toward the stairs. Tim hears him coming as he heads down a connecting hall. He turns his back with a tired grunt and ducks into the break room to get another cup of coffee. Sasha’s already there.

Martin sits with boxes of tapes, shuffling blank ones in with the alphabetized statement logs. They’ve already been put well out of order, but he can’t think of anything else to do. He sits back, wrestling with a thought.

He puts the tapes aside and crosses the hall to the tiny storage room he used to sleep in. Pulling open a drawer, his trusty corkscrew slides toward him along with a dusty plastic cassette with a cracked frame. A piece of faded opaque tape on the front reads, “THE LAST”. Martin found it wedged into a shelf in one of the file rooms weeks ago. He decides he’s put off listening to it long enough, pockets it and the corkscrew, and leaves to get one of the handheld tape players from the supply room.

Jon reads Lost and Found. Having no research to offer in the afterward makes it mercifully short. He shuts the recorder off and rubs his eyes. Pain blooms deep in his head with needles on every petal, despite the dulling effect of the drugs. He felt like he had to record this one today. To keep pace. It’s supposed to be today. He looks around, expecting a spider to make its presence known. But there is none. After all, why would there be with no Annabelle Cane?

Maybe he should just put a hole in the wall himself and get it over with. Surely they’ve waited long enough. Who knows what could happen if the timing isn’t right.

No matter how firmly he musters these assertions in mind, his body won’t move. His nerves are occupied with sensations of the apocalypse. He keeps waiting.

Jon nearly jumps out of his skin as a bookshelf collapses behind him. He stares at the pile of books and wood on the floor, half-expecting it to get up and bite him. Sasha bursts in the door with a coffee mug in her hand.

Sasha: Are you okay?

Jon: Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.

Jon measuredly gets to his feet. She follows his eyes to the heap. The impact of the books and wooden shelves has cracked the plaster wall inward at the very bottom. Something silvery glints and shifts from between the hardcovers.

Jon: Sasha, get ready to pull the fire alarm.

She puts the mug down on the floor without looking away from the books.

Jon picks up his chair by the backrest.

Sasha flinches, wanting to stop him.

He rams the chair’s legs at the wall. It crumbles. Worms spill out like water.

~

Martin snaps the tape into the little handheld player. He plugs his earbuds into the audio jack on the side. He swallows.

He’s just about to hit play when the fire alarm blares through the halls of the archives. It caught Tim halfway through a sip of coffee, which he nearly drops. Jonah barely reacts and keeps walking.

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Happy New Year! Happy new post!

Index

#the magnus archives #mag200 spoilers #magnus pod #tma fancomic #tma encore 9 #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #sasha james #tim stoker #jonah magnus #elias bouchard #the eye #the beholding #the corruption

[zaritarazi]

some more aldis!carter hall and isabela!kendra saunders hawkmates headcanons/story ideas for tumblr dot com because this is the sexy problematic site and it’s what we all deserve

• chels has this personal headcanon that once the hawks find each other they stop aging and only die when they’re like. killed by hath-set or in battle. so kendra is just going to be this way forever. like physically. and he’s just going to be this. forever

• carter like fine! you want to be hawkgirl? fine! put on your armor (the nth metal has betrayed me by taking kendra’s side in this) and let’s go interrogate some fucking criminals at belle reve! this is, of course, a disaster. for him. everyone else has a great time

• 60 uninterrupted minutes of different members of the suicide squad walking by to call carter a pervert or say “i didn’t believe them. it’s actually even funnier in person” and it is. it is even funnier in person. 

• like in black adam carter is such a fucking... nerd. like he’s the sexiest person i’ve ever seen and he’s out here rules lawyering no killing and kendra who has really outside of the jl and jlu cartoons been my hawkgirl- she is so fucking tenacious. she’s direct. she’s fearless. and carter is still just such a fucking nerd and she is so so so in love with him 

• she’s constantly doing things for the attention!! we stan!! calling carter at 3:47 AM saturday morning when she KNOWS he’s asleep waking him fully up like come pick me up. i mean you don’t have to i guess i could go hang out with someone else. not even in a way where i feel unsafe. i’m just saying i will have sex with them. so come pick me up if you want i guess lmao bye and carter speeding- the ONLY time he speeds in one of his STUPID FANCY CARS- like i hate this. i hate this. i hate this and i want the sun to explode

• kendra getting in the car like but i wanna go to your houuuuse. you live in a mansion. i don’t want to go to my stupid apartment when you live in a big mansion that’s not faiiiir and now she’s drunk girl crying and, surprising no one, he will do literally anything to make her stop

• now they’re at mcdonalds

• eventually he’s like fine! hang out at my stupid mansion so that you stop doing dumb shit to get my attention. fine! see if i care! and he’s like hey jsa youths that i passed onto someone else, why don’t we all have a team meeting at my house. and naturally he doesn’t show up. he’s just like there. now kendra can hang out with people around her age and it’ll be GREAT

• kendra: so carter said i could take his car out whenever i wanted so who wants to go out

• albert, who is an idiot: oh, sick!

• maxine, who is not an idiot but is trying to smash kendra if she’s just like, here, and someone isn’t going to jump on that: oh... sick

• anyway when carter tells dinah what happened when he returns the jsa youths she laughs for three and a half years

#hawkmates #dcu headcanon #dcu #hawkman #hawkgirl #carter hall #kendra saunders #aldis carter #isabela kendra #emjaywatsons #long post

[kmomof4]

small!

Thanks for playing, Kazzy!!!! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer... I kept forgetting! Now, thanks to your sprint game a couple of weeks ago, I have SIX WIPs!!!!! I've NEVER had that many at one time... I don't think... anyway, let's see how many you hit!

A Scoundrel... Or a Gentleman- CS fic coming soon, tentative drop date in early May, inspired by Francesca Bridgerton's story.

She wanted Killian to kiss her. She wanted Killian.

The knowledge was like a lightning bolt, electrifying her nerve endings and leaving her trembling in anticipation. She wasn’t supposed to want anyone. But Killian…

She waited for him to move. She could do nothing but moisten her lips and wait for him to move. Because she knew when he did, it would be perfection. 

And it was. 

He claimed her lips with his own and she melted into him. His hand found its way to the small of her back and while he didn’t pull her into him, the barest pressure was there and the distance between them slowly disappeared until she could feel the scrape of his evening clothes through the silk of her dressing gown.

The Arena- Werewolf fic for the @cssns dropping on July 3.

It was nearly a week later that he’d woken, according to his mother. She hadn’t been far behind him as he ran through the market and had seen what the shopkeeper had done. She was too late to do anything about her son’s hand, but she’d made sure the shopkeeper would never be capable of such cruelty again. A small dagger coated with aconite from the Monkshood plant leaving a scratch across his wrist was all it took to sentence the man to death before the sun set that same day.

Return to Me- Dracula inspired fic for the @cssns dropping on August 22.

“I am Killian Jones,” he said. His voice was low and rich and it wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. “I am Lord of these lands, and you are my love. I’ve waited for you for 250 years.”

“What?!” she cried. His last words made her mind race back to Dr. Cassidy’s words earlier as she quickly put the pieces together. “Are you the vampire?” She couldn’t contain the horror in her voice or, she was sure, on her face. “The one Dr. Cassidy is here to kill? Oh, God! Are you here to kill me?” She pulled her legs toward her chest and scooted as close to the head of the bed as she could, trying to present as small a target as was possible.

“Never, my swan,” he assured her, gentle compassion beset on his features, his hand still outstretched, her superpower as silent as could be. “You are my bride. Returned to me. As promised.”

The Risk of Remembering- H/C fic that is at the bottom of the priority list, no matter what @snowbellewells and @jrob64 say... This is actually from the notes portion of the doc, but since the doc does have words, not just notes on it, I'll share them anyway.

Whale graduated med school, but decided to go back to school to be a vet instead. He cut Killian’s clothes off and Emma found a pair of sweatpants for him to wear but they’re a tad too small… Whale stitched him up- 10 stitches at his hairline, 3 on his cheek. He’s been unconscious for almost 24hrs.

The Rescue- fic inspired by the recent daring rescue of a female tractor trailer driver over the Ohio River when involved in an accident.

Nothing... sorry...

Killian (Indiana) Jones- a fic inspired by... three guesses and the first two don't count... Raiders of the Lost Ark.

The jungle dripped with humidity as the tall man who was undoubtedly the leader pushed through the next tangle of vines and branches on the way to a cave that held the object of his desire. 

Two men followed him- one plainly nervous, betrayed by the way his gaze darted around the jungle and the small flinches whenever the cries of animals concealed within the greenery reached them. The other was a native, and when the first man stopped for a moment, mopping his sweat covered brow, he approached with a chuckle. 

“Not used to the heat and humidity of Columbia, eh, Dr. Jones? Aren’t you glad you brought me along…” The smug smirk on his face made Dr. Killian Jones roll his eyes in response.

“I’m fine,” he deadpanned, “I can assure you. I’ve been in jungles far worse than this. You just stay close.”

Thanks again for playing!!

#ask game #word wip ask game #wip ask game #small #kazzy asks

[deathchamber6172]

Running Up That Hill.

This story will be part of a series. The timeline is placed in Halo Infinite with the AU of Noble being revived. I hope you guys enjoy this parts.

Halo Reach/Infinite belongs to 343 Industries.

My spartan oc (Avery) belongs to me.

Repost with credit.

Part One.

12. Running up that Hill.

Apparently, being dead still doesn’t give you a day off. It was still hard to wrap her brain around it; somehow ONI created a tech that brought the deceased to living and brought her back. Something about powerful wills or what not. She was pretty sure she fell asleep during the lecture. She just wanted a vacation.

For 6 months, she filled in the missing role of Master Chief- that didn’t sound right. They quickly put her to use, because she was the only hyper-lethal left. She had been hunting for 3 days and right now; she wished she was anywhere else but here. The forest had so many bushes and branches that whipped her in the face that she almost sliced them away with her plasma sword. Fret told her no.

They needed to be nice to nature, even if it was annoying. Avery slapped another branch away from her, only for it to come back and slap her right back. It did nothing against her spartan armor, but for the irritating flick it did to her visor. Fret reminded her again that nature was not to be destroyed. At least he was safe in her suit, away from all the bugs and mud.

“Excuse me, did I say to volunteer for this?” She assumed if he could, Fret would give her an eye roll. “Nope. I did not. Uh-huh, I don’t like solo work.”

“Not exactly solo if I have you.” Avery paused at a puddle and moved around it. “My little AI buddy.”

“Flattery won’t work on me.”

She bit back a smile. It was odd getting an AI. Considering everything that happened after her death; she assumed they would lock AIs down. In the beginning, she wanted to hate AIs and get frustrated at Chief’s decision on trying to save Cortana. Noble team died for that AI, only for her to betray everyone at the end. That was, until she got paired with Fret.

“I might just grapple across the abyss. It would be faster.”

Fret gulped at the memory. “Absolutely not! I would like to live. Thank you very much.”

“Which is why we’re taking the trail. This is sneakier.”

“Good- I’ve got lifeforms up ahead.” Avery jerked her head up, trying to peer past the branches, hand going to her hip. “They’re friendly…? Spartan- it’s a spartan signal. Why would Spartans be up here? This area is in a restricted zone.”

“Rogue or just breaking the rules.” She started forward again, eyes narrowing. “You got anything else?”

“I, wait! I’m getting something. A signal is being sent out, the ID is 320 from Spartan III Beta,” her heart stopped in her chest, “uh, Catherine. Noble Two… oh, oh no.” Fret erased it away from her visor. “I… it’s- it couldn’t be her.”

Avery hated how hope still curled around her heart, or how badly she wanted to see Kat again. It would not happen. ONI told her and Jun the same thing. They couldn’t bring back the other members of Noble. They didn’t have enough resources or time. She was trying to accept it, move past it. It was hard to move on if she kept on getting slapped with Noble related things.

It had to be some rookie doing a badly thought out prank. Yeah, that’s the reason there is Noble Two standing in a clearing, right by a… Avery stilled, curling up her fist. Noble Two stood right by a waterfall; they updated the armor like hers, so it had to be someone else, even if their right arm was a prosthetic. This was a prank.

She ignored Fret’s protest on remaining hidden and marched out of the forest. “Hey rookie, why the hell are you all the way over here?” The spartan jumped at her yell, visor meeting visor. “Well?” She drummed her fingers against her arm. “I’m waiting for a good excuse.”

“... excuse?” The spartan echoed.

It had to be a prank; it had to. They even got the voice right. Avery let out a scoff, a swirl of anger and wishing filling her chest. “Look, I get it, okay? The armor makes you feel strong, but doing all of this?” She gestured around her. “It’s not a funny joke. Noble Two was a real person, and this is just mocking her.”

“I am Noble Two… and was?” Noble Two took off her helmet and Avery didn’t know whether to yank her into a hug or throw up. “I’m clearly alive, so I don’t appreciate you acting like I am dead.” Kat tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Do I know you?”

“You… you don’t know me?”

“Should I?”

Her heart dropped. Though she made her choice, the vile rose her throat, and she ran back into the forest, tearing off her helmet. She didn’t know what was happening, or why Kat was here. She was dead. ONI said it wasn’t possible- or it would’ve been one of their multiple lies.

Avery pressed her hand to her mouth, willing for the vile to go back down. She had more things to worry about at the moment.

#halo reach #halo infinite #halo mcc #halo master chief collection #noble six #noble two #kat b320 #spartan b312 #fret #spartan oc #short story #running up that hill

[skieystar]

I'm a fan of Code Geass so I'm glad to find sites like these. It makes me think the Code Geass fanbase is still going strong. How does it feel for you about the Code Geass movies remaking the series with some changes? Are you disappointed about them or just think it's alright.

The answer to this came out way, way longer than I expected. Lots of rambling below! I've also been facing a technical issue with Asks, so I'm sorry for the late reply.

I like to think that Code Geass is good enough an anime to garner interest even now. Fans do exist even if activity is not that consistent (myself very much included.) The fanbase does have some fluctuating activity, and I see lots and lots of wonderful fanart nowadays! 

I’ve yet to find an anime I love more than Code Geass. Although I watched it very recently, probably months before said alternate timeline movies were released. I didn’t quite understand what they were getting at with the whole ‘season 3′ thing. 

I’m going to start by saying, quality of both anime and movie notwithstanding, it was a very well-thought decision to make an alternate timeline. Don’t want to accept the end of canon? Movies are for you! Not a fan of the movies? Stick with the anime! The audience is given a choice. 

But the statement stands regardless of whether or not the movies are good. Now, if we actually consider the production of the movies, my opinion very much changes. 

So, do I like the new movies? Above all, I am a fan of Re;surrection? 

The answer is No. 

Now, why is that? 

I successfully passed every stage leading to Re;surrection with no contempt: 

- Oh, they’re continuing the series? It’s nice to see more from my favourite anime!

- They’re recapping the anime? Makes sense if they want old fans to return to the series with ease. 

- The movies are... different from the anime? Following a different canon seems... unusual. I feel like they suddenly backtracked because they thought of something ‘better’ but I’ll give it some time before I judge. 

- The movies have cut some major events that heavily affected Lelouch’s character development (i.e, going against Mao, losing Shirley)? Alternate timeline isn’t looking very nice here...

- And the ‘season 3′ which we have been promised of for a long time, will actually follow the canon set by the movies? Well... I’ll just see how Re;surrection is. 

And then we arrive to the movie itself...

I need to reiterate that it was a very good decision to have a dual canon, and I do acknowledge all the effort that was put into the movie and the attention it gained worldwide. 

However...

My own opinion is that Re;surrection is not a good movie. 

Well, I hope no one comes after my blood. But that’s really how I see it. 

Re;surrection by and in itself? Great. Wonderful animation and voice acting. An adequately interesting storyline. 

Re;surrection, compared to the anime? Bad. 

First thing to address is that events have nothing to do with this. One timeline having an event--Lelouch 'staying alive' or any other thing-- that the other one doesn’t is not integral to my opinion. My thoughts are only based on story- and character-writing, character development, depth of plot, etc. 

So you see where I’m going with this? 

If the character development cut by the recap movies wasn’t enough, what I saw of Re;surrection was enough to show me how terribly ‘out of character’ everyone was. Cornelia, who despised Zero, teamed up with him with no second thought. Suzaku, who loathed Lelouch and made his vendetta his top priority, hit him with the “yeah no it’s nicer to have you around :).” Lelouch himself felt out of character, and most things his character stood for were easily betrayed in the movie, i.e “the only ones who should kill are those prepared to be killed”, leaving Nunnally at the end, etc. 

It felt like the producers just said, “bring Lelouch back to life, that’s what everyone will care about, and we can just do random things with the other characters.” (I know that’s not the case, but this is how I see it.) The characters just feel so different than they did in the anime, like the existed solely for the plot. 

The writing is also very underwhelming (again, compared to the anime.) The things that happened at C’s World felt so rash and had minimal explanations. Even the villains didn’t have the character-depth the anime characters had. Mao, for instance, seems like a much deeper character than any of the new ones introduced in the movie. It’s like, as with the rest of the cast, the villains were only there to satisfy the plot. Combined with the pacing that was all over the place, the writing feels like the aforementioned “bring Lelouch back and that’s all we need.” 

And, finally, the movie as a whole just lacks the intricacy the anime had. Lelouch’s brilliant plans felt really watered-down, nothing like himself. The world-building was rather shallow. Everything from the conflict to the climax felt poorly put-together, with loose explanations just barely tying it up. 

And, well, that’s only my opinion. Zero contempt (pun not intended) against people who love Re;surrection, and mega shoutout to all the wonderful fanart and fanfiction creators. Now those things I actually enjoy. 

#ledouche answers #asks #anime asks #code geass #code geass lelouch of the rebellion #code geass lelouch of the resurrection #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #cornelia li britannia #suzaku kururugi #nunnally vi britannia #anime #anime movies #anime rant #rant post #i'm so glad I could finally let this OUT

[lmamp]

Another day, another post. I am on a roll! Shall we?

I didn’t read the book from last time today, so I’ll be gushing about my favorite Webtoon Nevermore and Edgar Allan Poe (I swear they’re related). My profile pic is a screen grab of one of the main characters, Lenore. Just in case you were curious. I think it’s pretty. 

Nevermore is a gothic romance set in a boarding school for those who have died. If you do well enough at Nevermore Academy (the name of the boarding school) and get enough merits, you get a second chance at life. Only one person is going to get that chance, however. Everyone else goes to the Land of the Dead. And, no one remembers who they were when they were alive. Once you start to remember, however, you have the potential to unlock a Spectre, which is basically a ghost that has powers. Students use the Spectres as a leg-up within the school. Simple enough of a premise, until you consider the characters involved. Enter Lenore and Annabel, two students who meet during the first episode. It’s very clear that they care for each other, for reasons that elude them until they start remembering who they were in life. The extent of their relationship while alive is still a mystery, but there is plenty of room for speculation. The subtext (and just the text in general) however, is clear: they were definitely close. Still, only one person can leave.

Thus begins the game the two must play. Annabel will keep the other students and the deans of the academy distracted so that they won’t target her or Lenore, while Lenore must find another exit out of Nevermore Academy. The problem is, while Annabel is great at games and plays them well, Lenore has mixed feelings about leaving the friends she has made while at the academy to lose themselves in the Land of the Dead. It’s made worse when the reader (and Lenore) is made aware that Annabel doesn’t really care about anyone else except her and Lenore and the life she believes they were unjustly taken from. This begs the question as to how exactly they died.

We know Annabel died on her wedding day because of her Spectre being the Lady in White, a woman betrayed on her wedding day. But betrayed by who? And why? We haven’t met Lenore’s Spectre, but we can assume they died around the same time based on their arrival at Nevermore Academy. So how did Lenore die? So many questions! I like mysteries though, so I love it. 

The comic is kind of infuriating because it’s a brain worm. I swear I look forward to its Thursday night updates more than I look forward to Friday itself at this point. And it’s so pretty. I’ve already said this, but I can say it again, and again, and again. I’ll put some pictures on here too.

Okay, but how does Edgar Allan Poe fit in? Well, the comic is based on his poetry. There are a few excerpts from some of his work sprinkled throughout the panels. It’s caused me to read some of his works as well. It’s so delightfully morbid. I’ll put my favorite one below. 

Cheers, dear reader!

lmamp (548)

Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!

Let the bell toll!--a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;

And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?--weep now or never more!

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!

Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--

An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--

A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,

"And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her--that she died!

"How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung

"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue

"That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song

Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!

The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside

Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride--

For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,

The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--

The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.

"Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,

"But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days!

"Let no bell toll!--lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,

"Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.

"To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--

"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--

"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven."

Lenore, By Edgar Allan Poe

(I apologize for the quality of some of these. I swear the art is insane, tumblr may or may not deliver on that)

(Also they're so hot and cold. Very Katy Perry, very dramatic, very nice, I love it so much)

#post 2

[survivorraccooncity2]

Episode 3: "if not I’m 15% screwed" ~ MJ

LINKS:

Twist: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/686440210283839488?source=share

Challenge: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/686440280307679232?source=share

Results: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/686530464076496896?source=share

Tribal Council: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/survivorraccooncity2/686621743673147392?source=share

~

CONFESSIONALS:

Adeline

Els and i are pooled coins, and bought a heart key which lets us (me since i have it) know about every active alliance that the player of our choice is in. Useful for merge, not really now. Dom and Ariel recruited me for an alliance. I don’t trust Ariel but I’ll work with him lol 

Julia

How do you dread and hope to be voted at the same time? Voted out: you get time freed up, you go back to your life. Not voted out: 'Wow, guess they all dont hate me after all.' Oh no - whats next. Frankly, i was very surprised at the 1 vote for Tony! 2 people didnt show - was it one of them? Or was it one of the tiny little faces sitting in front of me? The tribe has been tip toeing around, nobody saying much - so I thot it was me going home for real and to take the stress off, i focused on my upcoming move and ttied to look at the positives. But now another twister challenge... well even tho i didnt win any challenge, i got some booze

Evangelina

https://youtu.be/ZNmAomxLGYI

DJ

From what I've gathered from talking to a couple of people, the majority of people seem to be leaning towards choosing ally. It is a safe choice and the likely outcome will be a joint tribal Council. I hope there are people who have made more enemies than I have. Haha I am not aware of any enemies if I have actually made any. 

Zukiswa

Nooooo guys this was a hard challenge! You're doomed if you do and you're doomed if your not. I'm very careful not to burn any bridges here and I'm praying I won't have to. Mt trio is not very convincing that they'll vote Ally. I don't want to go to tribal, but I may find myself there this time.

Navi

So the last tribal council ending up being pretty straight forward, but now this round is a lot more complicated and I’m not gonna lie, haven’t completely grasped it yet 👀. So I get put into a trio with Ava and Jinx. MJ immediately tells me that her and Ava are close, and I’m like “hmmm interesting”. She is very clearly wanting to save them this round. She also mentioned that she’s gonna send me to the summit and that I’m safe regardless, so that’s cool. She lays out a plan where Ava and I vote Ally, and I just say sure because that’s what you’re suppose to say. I also just submitted ally as a place keeper in case I was too busy to submit later or if the others were busy to talk game today. Chatting with my fellow tribe mates, Cliftone is voting ally since he thinks the other two in his trio are gonna vote betray, Tony was saying that the Tricell tribe should all vote betray, and Els and I are voting betray. And I haven’t heard back from Julia today but I’m sure she’s living her best life right now we stan 🙌🏽 That decision came easy to me since Jinx said that they were considering letting Ava and I vote betray and then send them to tribal council. Ava seemed to be in agreement when we were chatting one-on-one but didn’t confirm the plan with me. I’m assuming Ava told MJ this since they’re close, and now MJ is trying to convince me to switch back to ally and I feel very micromanaged right now lol. And of course Ava is not responding when I asked for confirmation so I guess we’re just gonna be in limbo lmao So I dunno what I’m gonna do. I’m honestly not the most invested in this round tbh, but whatever I’ll figure something out. 

MJ

Omg! A lot has been going on. I’ll have to break it down. 1. Ava asked that can they work with me, she trusts me and she will like to work with me. We’re thinking of forming an alliance with Clefford. It’s all good for me if we have Ava in our numbers. I carried Zuki along because she’s my strongest ally. 2. I got to sit out at the next challenge and it’s been a roller coster ride. It’s an opportunity to work with my non-tribal Allies (Navi and Ariel) and that’s what I did exactly. 3. Ariel is in a trio with Clefford and Els and I love Clefford a lot to not save him lol. So I’m picking Ariel for summit and I told him he has to play in favor of Clefford. Ariel plays ally, Clefford plays betray. Whatever Els plays , Clefford isn’t going to tribal. Els looks genuine and I can sense she trust me . She also trust Clefford so we are hoping to work with her after the merge. She came to me that she was confused on what to do and I told that only one thing “you can totally trust Clefford, do what he says (for this challenge)” that way either she plays ally or betray , Clefford either sends Ariel to tribal who is already immune or Ariel technically goes to tribal (immune still) that way, Els trusts us better and we got the number going 4. Navi is in a trio with Ava and jinx. Perfect timing to get Ava to trust me more and more and more LOL. I told Navi I’m picking her for summit and she’s happy but she has to play what I instruct in order to save Ava. This time I want them to send jinx to tribal becuse more people need to go to tribal else everyone may end up in tribal LOL We agreed Navi ally, Ava betrays and jinx does whatever she wants (that way they don’t make an enemy) Navi is obviously safe. Does it make sense for me to immune a safe person without looking ridiculous? I’m still trying to make Ava and Navi see this. We have few minutes left to decide. I would prefer Ava only betray and she sends them both to tribal then it looks like I’m saving someone who is obviously down just like Ariel. I hope they see it this way and decide fast. Lastly, oh my Zuki 😭 I feel so bad I can’t help her. I never spoke to Dominique or Tony so I can’t pick them for summit (atleast not yet) which leaves my Zukiswa vulnerable. At this point I only hope she doesn’t end in tribal. I feel whoever goes to tribal tonight, the target would be on any umbrella member because only we have our numbers complete . I wish no umbrella member goes to tribal Hahaha . 

Navi

Okay so I switched back to Ally since I don’t have the energy to have a back and forth on this whole thing with MJ, like she is taking this shit seriously lmao. Plus voting ally had been my original plan prior to talking to everyone so I guess it worked out? As I mentioned earlier, MJ did come across as micromanage-y, but I’m cool with letting her think she controls me. I’m not telling her squat about my allies in this game like she has with Ava. I’m keep that close to the vest for now. I’m still totally cool working with her, but this has given me perspective as to how to navigate the mid to late stage of the merge should be both be there. I let Els know since they’re my closest ally that I switched to ally, so there’s that. Whatever I’m going on that summit trip, skippin tribal, and gettin dat coin so who careeeesss 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 I’m also running on very low sleep since I had to work till midnight last night and was up by 5 this morning so that’s probably affecting my judgement but oh well!

Navi

So that happened lol Whatever, I’m safe, Ava has heat on them, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re pissed at MJ right now. Now to figure out how to divide these coins up…

Adeline

Joint tribal joint tribal joint tribal. Haus of K-yas has been formed (Hunter, Els, and i) Hunter seems so disconnected from the others so he’s perfect for Els and i <3 Joint tribal is a slay as long as i don’t go home 

Julia

Oh man this is gettin real messy. One of the members felt betrayed in this last challenge and Im all in my feelings about that. Poor kid... Im so glad im in the game. But, I am also glad i could tell myself it doesnt really matter, so I could ward off my 'hurt' cuz certain kids didnt wanna play nice with me and my secret alliance was not there for me when i was gettin paranoid before first tribal. But its all good. I didnt reach 67 years of age for nothin... my spidey sense gave me guidance and i snaked thru. Now its tribal #3 and we're all in it! OMG! Dont know what to expect. What will the challenge be? Well, if its too hard, too many of us will fall and that wouldnt be good for the game, now would it? Maybe, we'll be secretly pitted against each other and if thats the case, I know who I wont turn on... now what were their names 😳

Clefford

I AM SO DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF. If I get voted out, I deserve it. Forgive me. 

Ariel

This round is chaotic AF. Chaotic twist brings chaos. And I kind of love it??? HAHAHAHAHA well it's because I am safe. Or am i? I swear if there is another twist this round that will make one of us summit people sent home, I swear this season is just a huge chaos in hell. For now though, I am looking good as the only one who ally on our trio and Els and Clefford betrayed. To be fair I only played ally cause I already know MJ is picking me to go to summit with her and Navi. Lol. I kind of look like a wet baby chick who is save by its mother hen. Thank you, MJ. See what making connections to other tribes brings. I really love our M. A. N alliance with Navi and Mj. I am just scared that people might start to notice the 3 of us has an alliance. I know Clefford already knows. The whole umbrella tribe probably already knows. So, I am not sure if I should fully trust MJ. I think MJ's loyalty still falls on her tribe and not on our alliance. I have to watch out for that. I have a one on one alliance with Clefford, I hope people don't notice that. I just have to remind Clefford to keep our alliance low key. He kinda was hectic this round. I hope he can recover from that. Now that I am safe though, I want to protect my tribe in anyway I could. It seems like the vote is going to Tony. Which I am fine, but I would have love it more if the votes goes to someone from the Umbrella tribe cause they are staying strong as hell. Which clearly does not look good for the other two tribes unless the other 2 tribes decides to work together. Right now though, I might just have to stay low. It is not time to come out of my comfort zone yet, I think I am safe as long as I keep stay low. Ok. This confessional sounds like a mess cause I am typing it on my phone. And I don't know, forgive my typos. Anyway. Bye amping.

Cliftone

Had high hopes to not be heading to Tribal but man THREE IN A ROW for us here at Tricell. We are wayyy overdue for a break 😂 With the way things are looking, the entire tribe SHOULD be able to escape this Tribal unharmed. Pray for us!

Tony

This round was a whirlwind shitshow. I was very much inclined to be ally. I was going to set it and forget it. But then there was some bs about chat in Umbrella maybe going to vote Betray, so I didn't think I should trust Zukiswa. Then Els is talking about getting everyone in Tricell to go Betray, to keep our asses out of tribal for a third time in a row. Had everyone on board - except Julia - who I wanted to protect from retribution, and honestly, I loved their whole trio. Anyway, Navi and Cleftone go Ally at the end for reasons of their own, and I'm looking at a lot of pissed off people. Womp womp.

Ava

https://youtu.be/5t-m334iYBc Update: Tony is not going to try and connive. Just going to vote with his tribe and ally's. I hopefully will be safe. I will miss Tony if he goes. Sort of wish it was me. 

Tony

Fully expect to be out this week. I am frankly surprised that I made it this far, all things considered. Frankly, I would have been happier to have gone out on the merits of my performance - such as they were, than under my terrible decision to betray. It didn't help that I was called out by name in One World chat, but that's the way it goes. It will be good to have my life back.

DJ

I heard Evangelina is gunning for me. I am going to try my best to not get voted out. I have to make more effort to talk to more people because the reason I am getting targeted seems to be because I haven't had a chat with Evangelina. I tried to chat with Tony two days ago and I got no reply. I am making effort, but I am trying to connect with a manageable number of people at a time. I thought talking to too many people might create trouble for me. This joint tribal council is really putting me in danger. I hope I survive.

Dom

This week's twist was ridiculous-ly AMAZING. That is definitely what this game is about. It reveals so much about others. Currently I have a 3 person alliance and after this vote will 100 know I can trust them without wavering. I've made friends in other tribes and think this could be used to my advantage later on. If I'm not voted out tonight, then I think I have set myself up well. 

Navi

So both Jinx and I were surprised by Ava’s vote. We both assumed they would also go ally, albeit for different reasons. Turns out MJ had Ava vote betray to send Jinx to tribal, which ended up blowing back on them in the One World chat. Jinx has told me that they also found out that Ava and MJ’s tribe made the plan but the misunderstanding about their initial message to us was still correct (at least on my end). Jinx doesn’t seem made at me though so that’s a plus. I hope this means we can use this bond to potentially work together later on down the line. I’m totally cool with MJ taking the lead at this point since this will eventually get back to everyone else, and when it comes to crunch time at some point in the merge, I can use the info I got this round to potentially get MJ out if she’s a big threat to win at the end. If she’s not, maybe I would consider taking to her to the end. She seems very committed to wanting to work with myself and Ariel, so I want to keep her for now. Plus it’s still very early and a lot of game still needs to be played, so I’m cool either way. Now the vote is gonna be between Ava and Tony. MJ is going hard to save Ava, so it’s possible we may lose Tony this round. I tried letting both Ava and MJ know that Tony doesn’t want Ava to go, but MJ kinda shut that down so so much for that lol. I don’t have a vote but I’m also safe. However I don’t want to over extend myself too much to where I’m targeted the next tribal. I’m honestly more concerned about the post tribal thing that the summit leaders have to attend. I don’t like this one bit. As for the summit coin distribution, I have a given a coin each to Julia, Cliftone, and Els since I vibe with all three. I’ve been admittedly busy with work so it’s been tough trying to stay in the mix, but I’m doing the best I can!

Els

Hey confession!! Sorry I don’t have much to say this round, there’s so much going on it’s just hard to collect all my thoughts. I definitely see myself working with clefford and MJ and I think that there is a future alliance brewing there, it looks like Tony is gonna go home and I’m also calling a swap of some kind!

MJ

What’s happening Is like an official welcome to survivor! Everyone is going to tribal except the summit! I don’t even know how I feel. I just have headaches and I can’t wait to end this round. Plus I hope Tony Goes, if not I’m 15% screwed lol. I5% isn’t a bad thing though hahahah

Jinx

i was emo last night but this morning im back and ready to run this bitch

Cliftone

Twas the night before tribal and I’m feeling pretty good. I’m not too worried about the vote. Everything should work out the right way the way. Best of luck to my Tribemates. I really hope everything goes smoothly and we all get through untouched especially Tony.

Hunter

So basically being more active here. Im kinda realizing I dont belong. i feel like im pissing off people and i dont mean to ever. I think tony is going home basically so hopefully he does and its not me 

Jinx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU2epwwkDn4

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ROUND NOTES:

Dominique starts an alliance with Adeline and Ariel

Julia posts a confessional in the One World Chat

Clefford tells his tribe (Umbrella) that they should all “Betray.” Furthermore, he thinks they should all trick their trios to “Ally” so that everyone in Umbrella is immune (despite not trusting half of them).

Evangelina is staying true to her moral compass and wants to “Ally,” in spite of Clefford’s plan

Hunter, Els, and Adeline started an alliance (House of K-yas)

Zukiswa works very hard to convince her trio to “Ally.” The betrayal will be intense.

No one listens to Clefford. They will all go to tribal council as a result.

Els convinces Tony to switch his vote to “Betray.” They try to convince Navi next

Jinx calls out Ava for betraying

Els, Adeline, and Hunter discussed targeting Ava with Jinx

Ariel, Adeline, and Dominique discuss wanting to target Tony

Clefford  and Zukiswa want to target from BSAA, but MJ wants to target Hunter for throwing Ava under the bus.

Clefford’s name is going around, so MJ, Zuki, and Clefford are trying to do damage control. They throw out Tony’s name as a way to get the heat off Clefford. They are unsure if they have the connections to make that vote work

The names going around right now are Clefford, Tony, Ava, and Jinx

Clefford tells MJ and Zukiswa about his Extortion Advantage

Evagelina expresses concern about voting Tony, bringing up that they are IRL friends. MJ says that the Umbrella tribe needs to vote Tony because, otherwise, Ava wil leave

Evagelina tells her tribe that  she is voting for DJ. MJ wants the tribe to vote together. The Umbrella tribe is a mess.

Adeline spread the Tony lie about him deceiving people. Adeline is trying to get people to vote out Tony

Jinx tells their tribe that people from the other tribe were PLANNING to betray from the get-go, pointing out that Ava was lying when they said they had “misunderstood” Jinx

Julia and Jinx bond closely. Jinx is now ride-or-die with Julia

MJ has given Evangelina, Ava, Clefford, and Zukiswa one coin each. Navi has given Els, Cliftone, and Julia one coin each. Ariel gave Adeline, Jinx, and Dominique one coin each

Evangelina bought a Summit Revealer

Cliftone tells Els and Navi in their alliance chat that he is voting for Ava because he wants to be tribe strong and thinks they’re shady

MJ thinks that the decision she will make will be a schoolyard pick. Clifford tells her to separate Ava and Els, and Jinx and Evangelina

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EDGIC:

Clefford: OTTM5 Ariel: UTRP3 Dominique: UTRP3 MJ: UTRE2 Zukiswa: MORP3 Ava: CPN4 Julia: MORP3 Adeline: UTRM2 Els: UTRE2 DJ: UTRM2 Cliftone: UTRE2 Evangelina: MORN3 Navi: UTRP3 Jinx: CPM5 Hunter: UTRP3 Tony: MORN3

Raffy’s Winner Picks:

Adeline Jinx Els Ava

Amy’s Winner Picks:

Adeline Jinx Ariel Els

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POWER RANKINGS:

Umbrella:

1. MJ 2. Clefford 3. Zukiswa 4. Ava 5. Hunter 6. Evangelina

Tricell:

1. Julia 2. Els 3. Navi 4. Cliftone 5. Tony

BSAA:

1. Adeline 2. Jinx 3. Ariel 4. Dom 5. DJ