#could use herc too but

[wlw-cryptid]

💖 Need to send asks more, I’m sorry… also since it’s Halloween, need someone to wear a couples’ costume together where they go as a beautiful princess and I go as their strong butch knight and I lovingly breed them 🥺

I want to do couple costumes so bad . i need it . i want to do costumes in general but even more when i can kiss a butch for the lore

#there are so many costumes i want. someday ill live out some serious autumn fairy dreams believe you me #someday i NEED to make mary poppin's jolly holiday dress too #and a little devil femme to go with angel butch #I also use a wheelchair. so being a mermaid and a sailor someday almost goes without saying #i think theres butch/femme peter pan + wendy or tink potential too #hades and persephone too. herc style/lore olympus style/Hades game style idc i just want it #but. most of all. i want to be a princess and watch my lil knight butch goof around w a prop sword i spent 3 days painting for them #i want to have them help me settle my lil tiara in my hair and call me their princess #i think one of my ''if i could make a living doing anything I wanted'' jobs would be making cosplay/theater props #she speaks #anon #asks #💖 #welcome back little butch

[simmerandwrite]

Sink Into Me - 04 - mob!Steve Rogers x plus size! reader

Summary: You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate.

Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel.

Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you.

Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07

Wordcount: 7k

Warnings: smut (Steve is obsessed with you, okay?), drinking, drug use, canon level violence (series), body image issues (series)

Notes: Hey! Here we goooo people. Things are getting very exciting!! Thank you to everyone who has read the first few chapters - I appreciate all the interest! While I’m grateful for every single ‘like’ on the chapters, a comment or reblog goes a long way to let me know how you are enjoying the story :) I’d love to hear your thoughts and feelings and predictions!!! ( if you see me in the wild, i’m @simmerandcry​)

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“Hello?”

“Hey you. What’re you doing?”

“Attempting to build some boxes but Herc just decided to nap on them..” You could hear voices echoing beyond wherever Steve was calling you from. “What’s going on?”

“Can you come hang out?”

God, you wanted to see him. To say you were falling for the man felt juvenile, but you couldn’t figure out any other way to describe it. 

The apartment offer had really sent you further into the depth of it - considering you knew you’d be stupid not to take the new apartment. But the fact that Steve had taken it upon himself to either come over every night until you moved, or invited you and Hercules to his place, or called you and stayed on the line until you fell asleep - how could you not be head over heels for the man?

You were trying to stay level headed and calm about the whole thing. Trying and failing, really. Because you knew that if you spent a few extra moments to use your rational brain, some things about Steve and his lifestyle did not align with yours even a bit. Despite that, you remained vigilant on the task at hand and decided that ignoring everything else for the time being was your best bet.

“Hang out?” You leaned against your kitchen counter, taking in your half emptied cupboards. Truthfully, you were tired of packing and had made a lot of progress already. Plus, you’d managed to take a few days off work coming up to aid in your apartment transition. “Where are you?”

“At the club. Can you come hang out?” 

You laughed to yourself. “Shield is open on Tuesday nights?”

“For the owner, it’s always open.” Steve’s voice grew softer, quieter. “I want to see you, baby. Please?”

You were falling hard.

 --- 

At first, you were relieved that your landlord agreed to your quick release from your agreement - but it barely left you with enough time to pack and get your shit together. 

Now that your week was over and your life was mostly packed away into boxes, you could see the exciting next steps occurring. Steve had arranged a few people to help you move, you had a whole new apartment to decorate, and your mom was coming to visit at the end of your week off. Those were all promising, exciting things.

With a final over dramatic sigh, you flopped down on your bed and reached for your phone. Your entire night had been consumed by packing up your bedroom and you’d been desperately waiting to hear something from Steve. Anything would do, really.

You hadn’t seen him since earlier that week when you had ventured to see him at the club. What you had pictured as a quiet little evening with him had actually been much more - considering you showed up and it seemed like his entire close circle of friends were at the bar too. Though they kept their work related talk clipped and quiet, you had a feeling those sorts of evenings weren’t all that rare.

Everyone you met had been very friendly, at least. It was a bit intimidating to walk in and have to meet so many new faces, but you had a feeling this was a rare occurrence - Steve bringing in someone for them to get familiar with.

You could see it especially in the way he blushed at Sam and Bucky’s commentary and in the way he kept a protective hand on you as you sat at the bar and talked with Nat, who described herself as Steve’s ‘real right hand woman’ and Yelena, who managed bar operations at the club. When Kate showed up and saddled up beside her girlfriend Yelena, you could see Steve’s shining grin as you filled Kate in on your dreams to open an animal rescue in the future.

It was nice. But you had secretly been hoping for some time with just Steve.

For a reason you couldn’t quite pinpoint, you and Steve still hadn’t escalated the physical side of things beyond making out. Even when you woke up in bed together with his very obvious morning excitement, attempts to go just a bit further always fell away. 

It didn’t make much sense - beyond the physical signs, Steve’s words were often flirty and edging well beyond appropriate language. 

Unfortunately, as much as you could rationalize the pace, it was really making an impact on your sanity and self-esteem. Maybe Steve just wasn’t attracted to you. 

S Rogers [8:33PM]: have you eaten dinner? Can i bring some thai food over? S Rogers [8:34PM]: I can help you finish packing? You [8:37PM]: I’ve given up on packing but yes to thai food!! ty :)

Maybe he just wasn’t interested in you that way. 

Maybe he was seeing someone else, too. You’d never discussed anything about exclusivity and maybe it was too soon for that and and maybe-

Maybe.. Augh, you had to stop yourself from spiraling.

Selfishly, you had never been so attracted to another person and you wanted to indulge. You wanted to feel Steve’s hands all over your body, feel his lips explore beyond your neckline, see every detail of those tattoos on his chest. 

You wanted Steve, all of him.

A knock at the door and an additional buzz from your phone let you know Steve had arrived. You stood from the bed and pulled yourself together. You had long since changed from your work clothes into a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, mostly to avoid overheating as you packed and cleaned the space.

Truthfully, your anxiety about Steve would typically convince you to cover up with a sweater, as a layer of protection from any sign of rejection, but with an insane urge of courage, you just powered on ahead and headed towards the door to let him in.

What was it Claire had said to you? To stop playing it safe, to take a leap of faith?

“Hey!” You greeted him with a big smile as you opened the door, stepping out of the way so he could come inside. Beyond his full arms of - oh god, he was in another blue suit. This one was much less formal than the first you had seen him in, lacking both a vest and button up underneath. Instead, the dark blue sports coat matched his slacks over a plain white t-shirt. Once again, you found yourself staring at the tattoos peeking out near the neckline.

You watched him swallow and hinge his jaw slightly, matching your grin. 

“Hi.” Steve came in quickly, shutting the door and side stepping most of your boxes. “You’ve been productive.”

“I am so ready to move on from here,” you admitted, leading him towards the kitchen where he unloaded the bag from his arms. “My shower hasn’t had hot water in days.”

“I’m relieved you’ll be out of here, too,” Steve replied, shaking his head firmly as he unpacked the bags. “I wasn’t sure what your spring roll preference would be so I–” As he turned back to look at you, Steve trailed off, eyebrow raised as he caught your stare from across the room. “Are you okay?”

You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you went ahead and bit the bullet. “I just need to be straightforward and ask you something, alright? Are you seeing anyone else?”

Steve’s eyes blew out wide for a brief moment before narrowing again, tipping his head curiously as he watched you. “What? No.”

“I know we haven’t discussed like, dating or what we are to each other, it’s probably way too early for that but I.. we haven’t had sex yet and I was thinking maybe it’s because you’re with someone else too and you don’t want to be with me and–”

“Oh no, it’s not that at all, I swear.” With a slow breath, Steve leaned against the counter and dragged one hand behind his neck.

You swallowed hard and watched him closely. Oh god, he was either going to let you down easy or.. Wait. You let him collect himself, because if you were reading him correctly… The man was nervous. Were you making him nervous? 

You were making Steve Rogers nervous. Damn.

He cleared his throat, clutching the countertop behind his hips with tight fists. “Listen, I don’t do this. I don’t date or - or pace myself, very often. But with you, with this..” His teeth grazed over his bottom lip carefully. “I guess I don’t know what it is yet - what we’re doing here, what you want–”

You prayed for guidance and wisdom and forgiveness from anyone who might be listening, because when the words finally escaped the back of your throat, you had no idea what you were in for. With a sharp inhale, you cut him off. “You, Steve. I want you.”

Steve took that as permission enough, propelling himself forward. His hands flew up to your face, holding you steady as he crashed into you, his lips studying yours with unquestionable promise. 

Your hunger matched his - as your own hands grabbed onto his waist, pulling him even closer. And when his hips pushed against yours, a groan sounded off within him. From deep in his chest, it reverberated into your own. With one hand, he moved to cradle the back of your neck and when he -

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped as he fisted at your hair, exposing your neck as his lips and tongue continued their journey of exploration. “Steve..”

This man already had you whimpering. 

He released his hand and moved back slightly, peering down at you, barely hiding his smirk as evidence of his affect on you showed on your face. Your warm cheeks, deep breathing, swollen lips. 

“Are you okay? Is this okay?” One of his hands returned to your cheek, dragging his thumb down and across your lips. “Because I’ve wanted to do this for weeks now, wanted to know what you taste like and how to make you whimper and shake and..”

All you could do was nod, opening your mouth slightly as he pressed his thumb against your tongue. As if testing the waters, he pressed it just further and your mouth closed around it. 

“Oh, sweetheart - I’m going to ruin you. You gonna let me?” 

You batted your eyelashes and nodded hard as he slowly removed his thumb. “Yes. Yes please.”

Suddenly, the chaos and disarray of your entire apartment was gone. Your bedroom especially was a mixture of half packed boxes and clothes, though that was the last thing on your mind as Steve guided you towards your bed. Effortlessly, without even breaking away from your mouth. 

His lips ravaged yours - like every single opportunity to taste you and feel your tongue was something he needed to savor. You couldn’t hold back though - letting your hands roam all over his body, pushing away his suit jacket. He tossed it down on the ground and you pulled back. 

“Wait - do you need to hang that up?” 

Steve raised his eyebrows, a playful smirk growing across his face. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You matched his grin, toying with the buttons on his shirt. “You’re clearly a suit guy. I can only imagine your dry cleaning bill and–”

He cut you off with another kiss, hands scrambling to caress the smooth fabric of your shorts against your skin. And then his hands stopped, snaking beneath the waistline and firmly gripping your backside.

“Fuck,” he hissed out, growling against your neck. “I have been dying to touch you, sweetheart. This fucking ass..”

Your responding laugh caught in your throat when he let go briefly, only to grip you again with even more force. Steve was an ass man, good to know.

“Okay, I’ve gotta have you..” He quickly pulled your tanktop up and over your head, then nudged you back on the bed. 

You thought you’d be nervous - finally being exposed to Steve like this, almost entirely naked under the terrible lights of your bedroom. But instead you felt excited and, well, safe. Because the way he was looking down at you as he undressed, a look that was crossed between carnal rage and admiration, you knew it would be okay. That Steve wanted to be there, in that exact moment the same way you wanted to. 

All your maybes floated away.

You reached behind your back to unhook your bra and started on the waistband of your shorts next, but Steve stopped you. 

“No, I want to..” He let out a deep exhale as he joined you on the bed, left in just his own boxer briefs. He dragged his hand across his mouth, grinning as he scanned over you. “Damn.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, fighting off the urge to shy away from his stare. His own body was impressive, to say the least. He couldn’t hide his tight muscles under his clothes but finally seeing them, seeing how his skin was littered with tattoos, how the gold chain around his neck rested against his chest - damn was right.

Steve crawled up towards you, laying at your side, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you in close. His lips went to work again, ravaging your neck with a series of wet kisses until he got to your shoulder. His teeth grazed your skin as one hand came up to your chest. 

You didn’t waste time either, trying to focus as he explored your skin. You reached down and pressed your hand against his box briefs, eliciting a deep rumble from his chest as you palmed his length. He was hard already and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him.

“Fuck..” You couldn’t help but beam as Steve took in a sharp breath, promptly dropping his hand to stop yours. “If you..” He stopped himself again and closed his eyes. “I’m trying to pace myself, sweetheart.” Before you could even argue, he was adjusting to lay you flat against the bed. With one elbow he propped himself beside you, while the other continued to explore.

Steve was thorough and thank god for that. Both his lips and his fingertips found places on your skin you weren’t certain another person had touched before - the delicate skin between your breasts, the nape of your neck, every inch of your soft stomach. Every decision seemed intentional, calculated - as if he wanted to savour every second and capture every piece of you in his mind forever.

You were lost in a state of mind you hadn’t succumbed to for a long time. A swirling mixture of excitement and nerves washed over you as he inched closer and closer to your waistline. 

“I wanna see you come, baby,” he spoke slowly, cautiously tugging on the edge of your underwear. 

You met his eyes, sensing he was asking for permission, checking in to make sure you were okay. You nodded quickly, chewing on your lip in anticipation. “Yes, please.”

He was off like a mad man, grinning as you lifted your hips and he peeled away your underwear. And when he grazed his fingers across you, against your slick, he didn’t waste anymore time. 

It echoed in the back of your mind that Steve had mentioned he didn’t do this, he didn’t date but damnit, he clearly knew what he was doing. While his fingers circled your clit, he watched you closely - as if part of his strategy was catching every clue you gave him to ensure maximum satisfaction.

And when you gasped –

“Right here, baby? Is this good? Are you gonna come for me?” He didn’t relent as you grabbed the sheets at your side, bucking your hips into his hand as he worked. “Look at me, look at me baby. I want to see you come.”

You were nearly panting as you finally looked up at him, catching the biggest grin on his face as his ministrations continued. He played you expertly through your climax, whimpering out his name as he carried on, slipping a finger into you as you shook. 

The man certainly had a strategy now. You were literally putty in his hands, shaking again and again as he laid his entire palm flat against you, working both your clit and reaching for that secret spot inside you too. 

“Again, baby. Come on.” He dipped down this time, lips finding yours in a fervor you hadn’t ever experienced before. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Fuck, I could watch you forever..”

He relented soon enough, when you clamped your hand on his to finally slow it down. Your head was spinning still, almost completely forgetting you were in your mess of an apartment with this adonis of a man grinning in pride at your side. And shit, this was still just the foreplay.

“That was..” You stuttered, reaching a hand up to pull him closer. “..thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he returned with a laugh, finally leading his hand away from you. And then he even had the audacity to lick his fingers clean and you nearly died all over again. 

“I can.. If you want me to or we can..condoms..” You nudged your head to the side table. “Top drawer.”

Steve was grinning again, hurrying to shake off his boxers and hover above you before reaching towards the table. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as he grabbed from the drawer, although your eyes grew wide when you considered that he might find your–

“Oh  - and what is this?” 

“A girl has needs, okay?” You swatted at his hand as he gripped your vibrator. “Steve, there are more important matters at hand here..”

When he clicked the bottom button of your bullet vibe, you nearly died.

“Small and mighty,” he muttered out, licking his lips momentarily before returning it to the drawer. “We’re using that next time too.”

Your mouth dropped open at his casual, authoritative tone. “Okay.. yeah, we should.”

“That’s my girl,” Steve laughed in agreement, kneeling beside you on the bed as he put on the condom. “Ride me, baby?”

Under typical circumstances, it wasn’t your ideal way to start a sexual relationship with a person. It had taken you some time to feel comfortable on top and although you did love how it felt, the angle and position of your body often left you feeling a bit insecure. But then you considered the situation - here was Steve, laying down on your bed, hard and ready to have sex with you. Clearly he didn’t give a shit about what your body looked like - or even better, maybe he enjoyed it. 

“Baby, please. I want to feel you.” 

All it took was him licking his lips and you were decided. 

In an attempt at being graceful, you straddled him and angled yourself above him. Lord, the man was certainly blessed physically - from his broad shoulders to his tight waist to his cock, he lived up to his Big Dick Energy. And shit, as you sunk down - you were nearly ready to come again already.

“All the way, sweetheart.” Steve was already breathless as he gripped your hips, bucking his own up gently to elicit a moan from you. “I swear you were made for me.”

You were beginning to think the same thing. 

You did your best to start slow, adjusting to his size as you moved on top of him. But Steve really couldn’t hold back, apparently. He guided you to control the pace and it didn’t take him long to really take the lead. 

You folded yourself down and pressed your lips to him, as he pistoned his hips upwards into you. Christ, you were done for in moments - between his controlled thrusts and the way he was whispering into your ear, another orgasm crashed through you. 

“I want you, baby. Since the moment I saw you, since you crashed into me, I’ve wanted this.” He cradled you against him, soft flesh against the strong build of his own chest. And finally, finally, you could feel it coursing through your bodies - the same energy, the same connection, the same longing that finally spilled over. Whatever was stirring your heart and mind and soul, it seemed to match Steve too. 

With another rush of thrust, Steve reached his own peak, letting out a feral groan as he shook. 

“Thank the universe for giving me you, baby.”

 -- 

Although moving was always a tumultuous process, you were so grateful for your mother and her innate ability to organize your life. She ventured into the city to help you get set up in your new place and it had been beyond helpful - the time with your mom was exactly what you needed.

“So, when do I get to meet him?” Your mom finally asked the question you knew she had been dying to ask. Throughout your entire last few days, from unpacking the rest of your boxes and bins to rearranging your closet to shopping for a new couch - you just knew it had been on the tip of her tongue. In all honesty, you had been surprised she had waited so long to let it out.

You took a step away from your bookcase, casting a smile her way as she stacked a few plates into your cupboard. “Mom.”

“What? I’m not an idiot, love,” your mom replied, matching your pose with a hand on her hip. “Some generous friend of yours gets you a deal on an apartment, sends you flowers twice since you've moved in a week ago, makes you smile throughout the day as you check your phone..”

“I just.. We…” You sighed, scrunching up your face and taking a few steps towards her. “Mom, I like him so much. After I moved in and everything was a mess he packed a whole picnic lunch to eat on the floor with me, using a box as a table. A picnic, mom! I mean, most of it was straight from the deli down the block but..” With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes. “I don’t know if it’s going to last. We’re very different in a lot of ways.” You leaned against the counter, letting out a long breath. Truthfully, it was the first time you admitted that out loud. And it scared you.

You liked Steve - a lot. More than you could remember ever feeling for someone else before. At first, you worried it might be some strange puppy love infatuation. But the more you actually got to know Steve, the more your heart felt knotted up in your chest. 

And god, the sex. You didn’t have the heart to tell your Mom that just days ago Steve had you pressed up against those exact kitchen counters she was unpacking on.

“Different isn’t necessarily bad,” your mom finally replied, with one of those knowing sort of nods. “Especially if the foundation is good, the big stuff and the long term - if those can align, different can survive, I think.”

You smiled. “Yeah, maybe. I’m just trying to… be realistic.” 

You were plagued with doubt in the back of your mind - not because of Steve, necessarily. But because you weren’t a stranger to blind trust and pain, both you and your mother had experienced that enough when your dad left. Didn’t your mom think their foundation had been good?

“Love,” your mom took a step forward and grabbed your nearest hand. “Don’t stress about it too much, okay? But if you’re too cautious, you’re going to miss out on a lot.” You knew she was speaking from experience and god, that broke your heart. “Now, I will drop the topic for the time being but I think I deserve to see a photo of him at least. The Mom tax.” Her eyes dropped to her watch. “Oh, I’ve gotta get going soon.”

“Maybe a photo,” you nodded with her. That seemed like enough of a compromise. “Herc needs some air - we’ll walk you.”

Your mom was capitalizing on her trip to the city and managed to book a coffee catch up date with an old friend and honestly, you were grateful for it. You appreciated every reminder that your mom was doing okay on her own these days.

The cafe was just a few blocks away, tucked between a little bistro Steve had actually taken you to a few days ago and.. 

“Mom,” you paused at the crosswalk, gripping Hercules’ leash as you turned your head and grabbed your mom’s attention. “Did you tell me who you're meeting for coffee?”

“No, I don’t know if I did,” she replied with a shrug. “Last month an old classmate of mine from college reached out to check in, see how life is, how work is going. When I told her I was coming to the city, she insisted we grab a coffee if time permitted.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, proceeding across the street and turning down toward the cafe. 

“What?” Your mom let out an excited greeting as she pointed ahead on the street and waved. “There's Sarah!” You both looked ahead and sitting outside the cafe was your mom’s college classmate Sarah Rogers and, well, her son Steve.

“Well, remember how I just said I might show you a picture of the mystery guy? Turns out you do get to meet him..” You recalled what Steve had told you when you had talked the day before, that he was busy with work and was having breakfast with his mom and when you approached them, exchanging hellos and hugs, you met his eyes with a coy smile.

“I swear I didn’t put two and two together until this morning,” he said quietly as you broke from your hug.

“What a small world!” Your mother exclaimed, gratefully telling Steve her preferred coffee order as he excused himself inside to get the drinks. “What are the chances?”

“This is all because of your lovely daughter,” Sarah offered you a smile and reached across the table to grab your hand. “Did she tell you how she saved my Steve’s life?”

“What? No, she has been quite tight-lipped about all of this, actually.” 

You really wanted to jump in and stop the whole thing from unraveling, but you knew there wasn’t a chance in hell you could stop two proud mothers from doting over their children. 

When Steve came back outside, he handed off a coffee to your mother and your preferred beverage to you, then politely suggested leaving your mothers to catch up. You were quick to agree, telling your own mom she could message you later when she’s back at your apartment.

Steve grabbed Hercules’ leash and you all headed for a walk to a nearby park, instead.

“Was it too soon to introduce you to my mom?” You nudged him with your elbow, garnering a laugh from him.

“Sweetheart, you met my mom twenty minutes after meeting me. I think it’s okay.”  

 -- 

Steve’s gallery wasn’t very large but still felt impressive, not that you had much experience when it came to art. But the walls were covered in beautiful canvases with incredulous price tags, you had a hard time even breathing near some of the pieces.

When Steve had first invited you to accompany him to an event at the gallery, you had been nervous. And when you realized it was a private fundraising party for a mayoral candidate, packed full of expensive suits and names you recognized from news media and social scenes in the city, your nerves had escalated to near panic.

Luckily, Steve had insisted you invite a friend and Wanda had been more than willing to be your safety for the evening. Wanda had been especially excited to be the first of your friends to meet Steve, too. And you were grateful to have her at your side, considering you had barely seen Steve since you had arrived with him earlier.

Although maybe it was better this way, because you both really needed to cool off. When you made it to Steve’s apartment earlier, full of apologies for running late, you worried you’d upset him by your tardiness. But the moment you stepped through his door in your sparkling cocktail dress, which flattered you in the exact way that made you feel sexy, it seemed all your concerns about Steve’s reaction had disappeared.

And when he fell to his knees and shoved your dress out of his way, you knew being late was not an issue. Steve made sure you knew exactly how he felt about your dress and your body, very thoroughly.

“What are we looking for?” Wanda tipped her head to the side, grabbing your hand and sliding through the crowd to stop in front of another canvas. She raised her glass and took a sip from her cocktail, letting out a slow exhale. 

“Steve told me that somewhere in here is a painting of his..” You trailed off, craning your neck to look for him in the crowd. You were trying not to feel weird about this whole thing - the room full of beautiful, powerful people talking to your man.

Your man. Well, Steve wasn’t yours. Not really. You still hadn’t discussed all that but you knew you were sort of exclusive, or at least he wasn’t dating anyone else. But who was that blonde woman talking to him? 

“Oh my god. Is that Tony Stark?” 

All your thoughts came to a halt when you followed Wanda’s wide eyes. Yes, that was Tony Stark and did he just–

“Oh my god. He just hugged Steve? Your boyfriend knows Tony Stark?”

You shook away Wanda’s hand as she grabbed your wrist. “Steve isn’t my..” It wasn’t long before Steve caught your eye, noticing both you and Wanda staring from across the crowd. You watched as he ducked his head and whispered something to Sam, who had been flanking his right side. 

Moments later, Sam was heading towards you and Wanda. 

“Hey - there’s someone Steve wants you to meet,” Sam said, motioning his hand back towards the center of the room. 

You knew this whole event was important to Steve, given the sheer volume of donations rolling in for James Rhodes and how his campaign was already stirring up news headlines. You hadn’t seen this side of Steve before, the work mode where business related things were of the utmost importance. 

Honestly, you were still actively ignoring the mystery that was Steve’s job. Guns, hushed conversations, late night work meetings - none of those added up to anything particularly savoury. It was better to remain ignorant, if a little naive. Just a little while longer…

“And why can’t Steve summon us himself?” Wanda giggled, proudly placing a hand on her hip as she finished off her cocktail. 

You smirked. “That’s a great point.”

Sam just laughed and lifted his hands, innocent despite his task at hand. “The man is busy kissing ass. Don’t kill the messenger.” 

You let out a dramatic sigh and pointed ahead. “Fine. Lead the way, Sam.”

You grabbed Wanda’s hand, following Sam through the crowd of people until you met up with Steve and his circle. Very quickly one of the servers came to replenish your drink as you slotted yourself at Steve’s side, rising to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You paused near his ear. “Hi. For future reference, I don’t want to be collected by some minion, okay?”

You returned to your feet and Steve’s hand cradled your back, eyebrows twisted as he searched your face. He looked worried and you were grateful for it. You waved your hand, dismissing the whole thing and mouthing to him that it was okay.

“I’m sorry,” he returned quietly. You squeezed his hand and remained under his arm, happily shaking hands with Tony Stark and a handful of others as Steve introduced you. 

It made you melt - how happy he was to include you, boast about you, have you at his side. Although it was a bit intimidating to suddenly be on first name basis with both the DA and tech mogul Tony Stark, you soon realized that they were just people and it seemed one of their favourite past times was poking fun at Steve.

Most importantly, to your surprise, Wanda had very quickly found herself lost in conversation with someone from Stark’s circle. You had missed his job title, but his nickname Vision had stuck out to you immediately. And it seemed his philosophical viewpoint and natural energy had Wanda laughing and arguing with him very quickly.

Later, as the crowd dispersed around your group, Steve took you by the hand and steered you back towards the rows of canvases and frames on display. The whole gallery had an energy that reminded you of Steve - with exposed brick sections from the original warehouse structure, with updated lighting and flooring to match. Something that felt both vintage and up to date, classic Brooklyn with a twist of something new. 

You stopped in front of a vibrant floral piece, tipping your head slightly to analyze the strokes and colours. There was something about it that felt familiar, like your mom’s garden at home.

“I like this one,” you uttered out quietly, as Steve slotted himself behind you. He extended his hand around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You can have it, if you want.”

“Steve.”

“It would look very good above your couch,” he insisted. “I know the guy who owns the place, he’ll give you a good deal.”

You just laughed and turned around in his arms, capturing his lips in a quick kiss as you met his eyes. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he continued, leaving his hand to rest at the small of your back while the other momentarily cradled your cheek. 

“It’s fine,” you said with a small smile. “I just.. I don’t know how things operate in your work life, but I’m not part of that. So I think we should just communicate directly, okay? No fetching by colleagues.”

“You know, the minute Sam walked away from me - my gut feeling said it was the wrong call.”

“You’ve gotta follow your instincts, Rogers,” you laughed and fell forward into his embrace. “I’ll forgive you for it this time, though.”

Steve’s hands trailed up your arms slowly, moving to cradle your cheeks again as he delivered another kiss to your lips. “Gonna come to the club with us after this wraps up?”

You tipped your head as if deep in thought, tugging his hands away and holding them between your chests. “What does a night at the club look like for you?”

“Nothing too raucous anymore. I try to keep a level head since taking ownership,” he responded. “It’s just a carry on of all the strategic conversations and networking garbage. Lots of drinks will be flowing though. Or anything else you might want?”

You could sense he was trying to ask a bigger question so you shook your head. “Nothing but drinks for me usually. Will there be champagne?”

“If that’s what you want - I can get you a champagne fountain, baby.”

“A bottle would be fine,” you said with a giggle, sliding your hands under his suit jacket. “You’ll dance with me?”

“I don’t really dance but I can find us a nice dark corner to hide in. Show you my office..”

--

Once the event had died down, everyone seemed to be piling into SUVs waiting outside to head to Shield for the rest of the night. You hadn’t been out to any club in a while and were sort of looking forward to it, mostly because you had a feeling you wouldn’t have to wait in line to get in or wait for a drink for the rest of the night either.

In fact, when you got to the club, it only took four steps from the vehicle to get you inside, with Steve’s hand at your back leading you in. Immediately a security guard ushered you all upstairs to a roped off area that looked down on the rest of the dance floor. 

Once you were beyond the velvet ropes, you realized the wild exclusivity of the area. Already, bottles of liquor sat in ice buckets, a set of waitresses appeared with more drinks and as more of the group piled in, you had a feeling this wasn’t a place where just excessive drinking occurred.

You dropped down onto one of the lush couches with Wanda, happily taking a bubbling glass of champagne that was offered to you from a bottle Steve had popped. 

You clinked your glass with Wanda’s and scanned the area. On the opposite couch, Nat was knocking back shots with Bucky and to their side, it seemed no time was wasted when it came to the beyond drinking activities. Sam, a blonde woman you hadn’t met yet and a large football player of a man were portioning lines of coke - and even asking if anyone wanted in for their next round.

“What about you, lady friend of Steve?” The large man met your curious gaze, though you were very quick to shake your head. “I can get you anything you’d like.”

“No thanks,” you waved dismissively, finishing off your champagne before getting to your feet. “Wan? Should we dance?” 

You weren’t that closed minded when it came to places like this, given what you already knew about Steve. In fact, he had even told you about what nights at the club usually looked like for him. He had told you that years ago, he’d party all night with no memory of what he had been doing. Now? He stuck to business conversations, liquor and the occasional cigar. You had a feeling the rest of his crew could be a bit more rowdy though. 

But damn, you hadn’t seen people so effortlessly snorting drugs in a long time. Since some outrageous college parties, probably.

“Oh, me too, me too I want to dance. Nat jumped up from her seat and grabbed your hand, weaving through the array of suits standing around talking. “Stevie - I’m taking your girl downstairs.”

Steve gave a raised eyebrow look as you passed him by, not before you paused to press a kiss against his cheek. “I’ll be okay.”

“She’ll be fine! She’s in good hands!”

The first thing Nat did when you got back to the lower level was steer both you and Wanda towards the bar. Immediately a bartender took notice of you and had drinks ready. You gave a small wave to Kate and Yelena, who were both managing bar logistics far from where you were standing and you quickly tipped back whatever Nat had offered you without question.

“That was a test!” Nat shouted in your ear, grinning at both you and Wanda as you recoiled from the vodka. “You're both tough, I like it.”

You shouted back, slamming down your glass on the barside. “Are we dancing or what?”

The dance floor at Shield was huge and the playlist wasn’t half bad either. Normally, a hot sticky night of dancing at this sort of bar wasn’t your ideal but the liquid courage and electricity from Nat and Wanda definitely helped set the mood. 

You were having fun. 

God knows how many songs had blasted through your ears before you felt warmth at your back and a familiar arm snaking around you. 

“Baby..” Steve whispered against the shell of your ear, pressing himself against you. All of himself, even. “I wanna show you my office.”

“Dance with me,” you shifted against him, throwing your arms around your neck as you looked up to meet his eyes. “God, you’re hot.”

He grinned and pulled you even closer, swaying his hips slowly against yours. “I told you I don’t dance, sweetheart. Come on..” 

--

You had a feeling Steve didn’t really want to show you his office. Okay, well maybe he did. 

Very specifically he only wanted to show you the couch in his office.

“You sober enough to make good decisions, sweetheart?”

A flurry of hands and lips and steps landed you on his couch, then he promptly had you perched on the side of it, gripping the armrest with your ass in the air, with a perfect view of yourselves in the reflection of a mirror propped up behind the door.

“Holy shit, baby.” Steve was practically growling as he gripped your hips, thrusting into you with an unexpected urgency. He hadn’t even bothered letting you take your dress off, simply pushing up your skirt and tugging your underwear to the side before he slid in. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Steve, fuck.” You fisted the fabric of the couch as he slowed down, immediately chasing his pace as you backed up into him. 

“Yeah, take what you need, sweetheart.”

You had insisted he forgo the condom this time, trusting both your birth control and your exclusivity discussion to keep you both safe. And well, you had told him to up the ante a bit too - a little harder, a little faster. And fuck if that didn’t make him feel even better this time.

“Come for me, come on my cock. I want to feel you..” He doubled down as you started to shake, pressing you down against the cushions as he sped up. “Seeing you down there on the dancefloor, you looked incredible - so fucking sexy –  my girl. All mine.”

It didn’t surprise you when he pulled out and spilled against your ass. You hated to admit how much you liked it, the idea of him marking you up because shit, all this talk about being his, behind Steve’s girl? It was sending you to another universe entirely.

“Sweetheart, you okay? That wasn’t too much?” You had collapsed onto the couch, catching your breath as Steve cleaned up, quickly pulling his boxers up and buckling his belt again. He crouched down beside you, brushing a hand across your forehead. “You with me?”

“Yes, just coming back down to earth.” You laid your head down on the pillow and smiled. “That was… very enjoyable. Loved getting to see your office, great couch.”

He cradled your cheek and kissed you, hard. “I think I want to show you the desk next.”

 -- 

Steve thought he was ending his night by crawling into bed with you. Thelast few weeks following the event at the gallery had left him busier than he anticipated and when you both finally coordinated a date night, you deserved his full attention.

And, well, he had given it to you. From walking around the botanical gardens to dinner at one of his favourite restaurants to fooling around on the drive back to his place, Steve had more than indulged in you. Now, after another sweaty romp back at his place plus more action in the shower, the last thing he needed was Bucky calling him in the middle of the night.

“What?” Steve practically barked under his breath, carefully removing himself from the sheets and stepping out of the darkness of his bedroom. “Didn’t I tell you I was on do not disturb tonight, Buck?”

“Special circumstances. Castle is holding some idiot who made a scene at their warehouse, stirring shit about boundary lines.”

“And?” 

“You told Russo you wanted to know when Rumlow left his mark again - it was one of his guys.”

Steve gritted his teeth, weighing his options. He knew what he needed to do and unfortunately even your sleeping body warming his bed didn’t stop him from following through with his own rules. Brooklyn was his territory and he couldn’t have anyone else making a mess of that. “Can the guy still talk?”

Bucky laughed. “Barely. He’s in good spirits apparently - especially mouthy, says Castle. I’m downstairs, let’s go.”

A heavy sigh escaped Steve, from the depths of his chest. He knew what he needed to do, but damnit, his heart and soul were resisting. Why did this entire thing feel like a test?

“I’ll be down in five.”

Steve did his best to remain quiet as he got dressed again, stepping out of his closet to see you stirring in bed. His bed. God, there you were in his bed, resting, beautiful.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’m leaving Hercules in charge.” Steve looked briefly to your sleeping pup who was curled up in a new dog bed in the corner. “I’ll be back soon.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, trying not to shudder as you grabbed his hip.

Through a muffled yawn, you let go and fell back into the pillow. “Be safe, okay?”

Steve left one more kiss on your forehead and headed towards the door, leaving you safely tucked away at home as he ventured into the darkness of the city.

--

CHAPTER 03 - CHAPTER 05

Thank you for reading!! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Up next: what makes a good person? What happens when business mixes with pleasure?

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #mob boss steve rogers #steve x reader #plus size reader #steve rogers fanfiction #story: sink into me #simmerandwrite #simmerandcry

[driftwithme]

If there's a moment from Pacific Rim that rotates in my mind nonstop is when Raleigh challenges Pentecost to let Mako fight him.

Through the movie, he's being fairly passive EXCEPT when he's speaking to the Marshall. He takes care of not reacting too badly to the provocations he receives, be them incidental or not. He answers to both Newt, Mako and Herc with advice, ignoring Chuck as much as he can because he knows Chuck won't listen.

That's the post-Knifehead Raleigh, wise and always self-regulated, patiently analyzing the moment, gently guiding others or keeping his silence if convenient. He is more mature, older in both age and experience.

He's still a leader though. He is more subtle about it, maybe, but his presence is equally felt and it impacts just as hard as before his brother died. He's the type to use his body language to communicate: smiles and hard glares, a hand on the shoulder or leaning into the other's personal space, puffed chest and wide stances, a tilt of the head, turning the other way, etc. This Raleigh takes care on not going to hard on others, just in case.

It's only when Pentecost gets involved that we're allowed a peak at his old self, confident and loud and open in a way that sucks the air from the room and commands attention.

"Don't think your brightest can cut it in the ring with me?"

Even if it's phrased nicely, it's an open jab to Pentecost, but not to Mako.

He knows 1. that she wants to fight him and 2. that she might kick his ass. He is not trying to disrespect Mako with what he's saying. In fact, if I remember correctly, the Marshall called Mako "one of the brightest" not "the brightest". Earlier on the room scene, Raleigh evaluated her: she has almost everything to be a pilot, except the experience. He knows that. He wants to offer her the chance. He's showing major respect for her skills!!!

A good punch minds its target when thrown and we know the Beckets were some of the best throwing punches. And in that moment, Raleigh was not a has-been, not a man full of grievance paying for the consequences of his actions.

He was young and bold, the gambler that he was when Yancy was alive. Cocky, raising his chin and speaking like he was in a card game with the best hand. Completely unbothered by the bet.

Don't YOU think YOUR brightest can cut it in the ring with ME?

Raleigh is putting in doubt the judgment of the Marshall, the reputation of the program and he's basically elevating himself, all in one phrase. If the person considered the best on the jaeger program by the Marshall himself can not defeat him on a spar... then they're pretty fucked up, because he hasn't touch a jaeger in 5 years.

It's also full of irony. Are you telling him that the best candidate won't even spar with him? Isn't it the last chance? End of the world type of situation? Why's the Marshall holding back and why can't Mako fight him? Kinda funny, Raleigh could have taken it as an insult to his skills, but knows it's not that either. There his emphasis in "this is not a fight, it's more like a conversation" speech.

The fucker is also inviting the whole public in attendance to think like him, addressing the elephant in the room and pressuring Stacker.

My point is: Raleigh can take control over any situation if he wants to. That's not something he can forget how to do. He's a natural leader and people wants to follow him, they respect and admire him. Has-been or not, Raleigh is the protagonist of course, but also he's the Stacker parallel. Doesn't care about orders if there's lives on the line, plays dirty whenever he needs to, knows when to stay silent but also knows when to pressure to get what he wants, commands from loyalty and respect and not from fear...

Raleigh is not afraid of going toe to toe with the Marshall, to the point Stacker has to put the kid in his place after he tells them about his decision of grounding Mako. I think that most people don't get to see that version of Raleigh nowadays. Anyone could mistake his calmness for submission, but it's not.

It's what some writers get wrong about him in fics and other media. This man is not weak or broken or letting people step over him. He is in total control, in every moment, in every situation-- and if he let's someone take over, it's because he wants them to.

#pacific rim #pacrim #pacific rim 2013 #pacrim 2013 #raleigh becket

[mako-neexu]

In between | (posting this before OC ch 2 drops)

Breath caught in her throat, Ritsuka’s heart beat picks up the pace.

Ah this was so not good-

The curse placed on her has her floating once more, the random times that has it activating catching her off guard and causing her to tilt forwards and look as if Herc was dragging her to the sky by the scruff of her mystic code.

“Guys-!” She tried to tell the team ahead of her, but as always, her voice couldn’t reach them.

Granted, they were a little too far away when she started to lag behind but her voice- yeah, she could still shout. She tried that, she tried that every time but it just wouldn’t work once she starts floating.

Ritsuka sighs.

Her curse, while not really harmful, was getting annoying but at least they were on their way to the culprit’s destination to make them dispel what was cast on her.

But she did learn a quick technique to get out of this state temporarily.

Ritsuka slows her breathing, and maneuvers her body into a relaxed state, clearing her mind, something that was simply similar to sleeping-

Something grabs her ankle.

And when she opened her eyes, she was on the ground once more, no longer feeling helpless in the air.

“Master.” 

She blinks. Ah, Count- Her tense shoulders relax in an instant seeing him tower over her from behind, his coat covering her body. She sighs with a smile, “Thanks for saving me back there. Floating just like that is getting annoying, don’t you think?”

He remains silent for a moment, and when he doesn’t respond, she tilts her head and asks, “Count?”

The King of the Cavern shakes his head, “It’s nothing, but wear this.” He takes his cloak off and drapes it around her figure, “The blessings temporarily holding back the curse are weakening by the hour, but you may wear this to keep you anchored.”

It’s a bit heavy but she was nonetheless grateful, “Thanks. So shall we catch up with them?”

He nods without another word, making sure he covers her back as she treads forward.

Ritsuka couldn’t help but linger on his words. Anchored? So were the spells that Circe and Medea cast were getting weaker? How so? Man, she really needs to catch up to their team and find out what’s seriously happening here.

–

(As the King of the Cavern had noticed once again that the Master had lagged behind. 

He didn’t hesitate to use his noble phantasm to reach her before Molay’s gate swallowed her above unaware. 

And once he had grabbed her ankle, he pushed them back to the surface, tucking her face against his chest…

—Returning her spirit back to her lifeless body once more.)

#fgo #fate grand order #fujimaru ritsuka #guda #edmond dantes #asdfghj

[silens-oro]

Goodnight, Flyboy

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x f!reader

*established relationship*

Requested using this prompt:

“You should really get to bed.”

“Not yet…just a little while longer. I’m not ready to say goodnight yet.”

From this prompt list

Warnings: this is a little sad, but very fluffy.

AN: no mention of y/n. written on my phone after having an edible, so this is not edited. we die like men 🫡

•••

“you should really get to bed, babe,” Jake said softly on the other side of the FaceTime call. his handsomely angular face was illuminated by the soft glow of his bedside lamp, and while you were always happy to see him -even if it was only through the screen of your phone- your heart always ended up feeling like it was being clenched by a fist.

Leaned back into the fluffy pillows of your shared bed, you gave him the evil eye.

“Not yet…” you yawned, the phone angled away from your face, letting Jake see the sleeping dog -your dog Jake would say, but if given a choice Hercules would choose Jake every time- laying comfortably with his head on Jake’s pillow.

If seeing you didn’t make him feel homesick enough, seeing his best bud was the final nail in the proverbial coffin.

“…just a little while longer,” your voice was muffled by the continuous yawns and the phone’s angle returned to your face, causing a soft grin to form on Jake’s mouth. “I’m not ready to say goodnight yet,” there was a slight pout to your lips. Jake would’ve given his left arm to physically be able to give you a kiss goodnight.

“Then tell me about your day,” Jake replied softly. The yearning he felt at this point in time was particularly rough, so he savored every extra second with you that he could.

“You know the squirrel that takes all of my decorations off of the porch?” Jake hummed the affirmative. “Well, he finally had enough of Herc today and set him straight,” Jake couldn’t help but laugh at the visual of the tiny gray squirrel that lived in their backyard giving the 120 pound Rottweiler well deserved hell. “It was absolute anarchy back there,” you said lightly with a chuckle, not wanting to wake the dog.

“I can only imagine,” the smile never left Jake’s face. your eyes were fluttering and Jake could tell that you were fighting tooth and nail to stay awake. Every breath you took was getting deeper and more spaced out, and he knew he had a minute or two -max. There was a moment of comfortable silence before he whispered “I miss you,”

A sleepy grin lifted your lips and you cracked your bloodshot and tired eyes open. “I miss you too,” you breathed softly, “it hurts how much I miss you,” your voice cracked and Jake’s heart nearly shattered with it. The slight smile he had turned sad in an instant. “We can’t wait to see you,” you angled the phone over to the sleeping dog, purposefully this time.

“Only a few more weeks, baby. A few more weeks and I’m all yours,” Jake had to clear his voice when he heard a sniffle on your end. “Don’t cry, sweetheart, please,” he coaxed gently. “Let me see you,” it took a moment, but you returned to his screen, cheeks glistening from the few tears that escaped. You tiredly wiped under your eyes with the sleeve of the gray Navy sweatshirt you had stolen from Jake before he was shipped out this time around. “There’s my girl,” He said fondly. “Get some sleep, alright? I’m sorry I called so late,”

“I don’t care what time it is. If you call, I’ll answer.”

“I know, I just-” he tried to reason, but was immediately cut off.

“-Just nothing, Jake. If you can call me, call me. Please,” you scolded him lightly. “Hearing your voice or seeing your face makes it worthwhile. And if I get both, then I’m the luckiest lady this side of the Mississippi,” Jake rolled his eyes, but quietly laughed like a good sport at your poor attempt at humor.

“I mean it this time; go to bed, babe. You’re gonna be dead on your feet tomorrow,” Jake tried to reason once more.

“That’s tomorrow me’s problem,” you mumbled into the neck if the sweatshirt. You knew exactly how tomorrow would go, but consequences be damned.

“I love you, and I love Herc. Give him a big ole kiss for me, right on his forehead.” You nodded, feeling your eyes grow heavy once more.

“I love you too, Jake. Stay safe out there, alright? I need you back here in one piece, but I’ll take what I can get,” the poor humor brought the tender smile back to his lips.

“Yes, ma’am,” his response was more of a deep vibration than the actual words, but you took that as a verbal confirmation and that satisfied your worries well enough for now.

“I don’t want to say goodbye,”

“Then I’ll settle for a goodnight,” Jake offered. You nodded, but wouldn’t say the words. God only knew when the next time you would be able to chat like this with him until he was safe at home within the next couple of weeks. “Come on,” he teased.

“Goodnight, flyboy,” Jake’s eyes crinkled in the corners with how brightly he was smiling.

“Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

#top gun imagine #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #tgm imagine #x reader #request #top gun drabble

[o-uncle-newt]

Cabin Pressure Advent Day 27: Zurich Part 2

Okay, now that my face has loosened up from the grin it's been in for the last twenty minutes...

I think that it is important for me to say here that this is my favorite finale of anything ever (obviously in combination with Part 1). In any medium.* It's just so so perfect, emotionally resonant (which I don't need to devote SO much time to because as I noted JF did it perfectly here) and one of the funniest episodes JF ever wrote of anything.

It's also got some absolutely GENIUS plotting and impeccable attention to detail, including such tiny things as having Theresa establish in Part 1 that Martin has told her time and time again about the St Petersburg saga, and therefore she remembers enough about it to contribute when they're planning in Part 2 by pointing out that in St Petersburg Gordon would have been able to take anything small out of the aircraft. It's unnecessary- JF could have given the line to someone else- but the fact that he not only gave it to her but gave us enough information for it to make sense that she said it works so well. And then when there's "stop quickly" "that I can do," and Arthur screeches them to a halt, it's a perfect reminder from last episode about the brake pads, which is such subtle set up for Martin to suggest that they be given in lieu of payment. (Sure, if I were Bruce Fraser I'd be a BIT more suspicious that the guy who offered 14k only showed up with 12, but he's also the kind of guy who likes Arthur's Goofy painting so maybe it's just better all around not to trust his discernment.)

When I first listened to this episode exactly nine years ago, I was a couple of minutes late, and so it wasn't until months later that I first heard the amazing cold open with Tiffy. Which, by the way, is so so funny... I love it so much, it's just perfect as a recap-without-being-too-info-dumpy and as just a peek into Arthur's world. Which is fitting, because I really see this as Arthur's episode. There are very few episodes that feel that way- St Petersburg was KIND OF one, but it ended up being more about how the rest of them jump into action to protect him than him being able to do anything. But here... this is Arthur's moment! He's INCREDIBLY active in this episode, whether solving the ID problem or realizing that Gordon is trying to trick them. He doesn't usually get to be so it's really great

If I had to rank the others in terms of their relevance to the plot after Arthur, it would probably be Douglas, Carolyn, Martin. Douglas is definitely the key one, and I'd argue that without his key role, Martin would be basically irrelevant to the plot here- the episode tries to convince us that Martin might not take the job, but even once he has a real practical way to stay with MJN we kind of know he won't, and have known since Yverdon. But Douglas, as JF noted in Farewell Bear Facts, has to prove he's worthy of being captain and put himself on the line- and he has to be able to serve in a mentorly capacity for Arthur (where it's a bit more paternal, even) and Martin.

On that last note, I used to be a bit annoyed by Douglas telling Martin to take on his shtick, because I was like "Martin is fine just the way he is, imagine if he turns into DOUGLAS"- I still kind of think this way (though of course I'm sure it's more metaphorical than him pretending to be Douglas exactly) but relistening to the whole show, including some of my least favorites, reminds me that Martin could kind of use being someone else... who he used to be was really fucking annoying lol.

As far as Carolyn, I WILL add something about her journey here because JF doesn't mention it in his post. He talks about how her journey is to be more vulnerable to Herc, but I think it goes farther, in a way I've talked about here. The question she finally asks Herc- why does him saying he loves her mean something different now than it did to his previous exes- is her being vulnerable to HIM, but also an expression of an inability to be vulnerable that she'd shown to everyone, not just him. The whole time- til at least late S3, at least- she couldn't trust people, she felt like she needed to rule by fear, and it takes vulnerability for her to accept that eventually she's not the one in total control and people are doing things for her because they care about her and the company as something bigger than her and that it's not totally in her control. Maybe this episode it manifests itself in the question to Herc and being vulnerable to him... but it also manifests itself in her changing the name of the airline. It's OUR Jet Still.

A few smaller notes:

Martin, Douglas and Arthur all saying Yellow Car is my favorite thing ever

I use the phrase "a thousand strawberry lollies and the Princess of Liechtenstein" all the time and it's one of my favorite lines ever

The scene with Douglas-as-Gordon and Martin-as-Douglas is possibly the funniest exchange JF ever wrote (I feel like I say that kind of thing a lot)

And... "I hate flying into the sunset" is such a fantastic line to very-nearly-end on. It's a tie back to Limerick, but it's also an expression of how they literally are ending with a fairy tale ending, flying off into the sunset... which they'd all said wasn't possible in Zurich Part 1! Though Arthur was still right- it wasn't a totally fairytale ending, it was more like The Jungle Book. Martin's not there, he goes off with the girl to the human village. And so it's not a fairytale ending, where everything freezes at an unlikely ending point- it's BETTER. They're all in the best possible places for them, as characters, to continue, even if it's bittersweet, and it's amazing.

I do have to say- doing this every day has been such a joy. I may come back tomorrow to do a final thing but I'm not sure, but in the meantime, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoyed as much as I have!

*It used to be tied with the finale of Detectorists, and I still love the S3 finale, but they then fucked it up by doing that Christmas special last year which was honestly horrendous.

#cabin pressure #cabin pressure advent 2023 #cabin pressure advent #john finnemore #zurich part 2 #also for all who celebrate #merry christmas #or should i say #GET DRESSED YOU MERRY GENTLEMEN

[backflipstowardstheroot]

so FGO (JP)'s campaign for fate's 20th anniversary allows you to pick a free CE of one of the original seven servants, and which CE you pick allows you to get that servant as well. overall i've seen people being pretty happy because they can get a free artoria but... well yeah, obviously everyone is going to go with the five star here, or i guess it could be herc too. but that means that none of the low star servants even have a chance of being picked because everyone already has them (it also means gil wasn't included because lol they're not going to give away a free limited SSR)

i wish at least they let us get all the CEs....

#fgo

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

art by em year in review 2023!

for the fourth time, i present to you a selection of the art i did this year! this definitely was the Year of Understanding Procreate, and i think it paid off. as usual, reflections under the cut.

january: i saw @malcolm-f-tucker tag a picture of abigail thaw with a comment about a theresa faceclaim and it left no survivors, i.e. i decided that theresa should have greying hair and did not look back. this was from when i was still trying to figure out what brush to use for lineart in procreate. luckily i had learned my lesson from the sketchbook learning curve and realized that what i liked for lineart would most likely be in the pencil section. however i wasn’t a huge fan of the brush i used in this one, so i didn’t use it again. instead, for later pieces, i decided to customize the 6b pencil brush to my liking, and…

february: …this came out of it! this is still one of my favorite things i have ever drawn, and it’s my favorite thing i’ve drawn yet for herc and linda. this piece really convinced me to use overlay layers more in my art, and the amount of detail i managed to capture in this one still amazes me now. and before anyone asks, yes, they are doing specific things in the startup procedure for an airbus a320-family aircraft, except linda is doing things off the CM1 checklist and herc is doing something off the CM2 checklist, which i learned later is not really something that is done. let’s just say herc is not the tightest stickler to convention.

march: one half of an intended two pieces centered around the f1 au (which, regrettably, i have yet to continue… i just reread what little of the second part is on ao3 and god, it slaps actually, i really need to continue it so bad) depicting a pivotal scene from around the outside, where theresa and linda decide to put aside a childhood feud at the top of the banked curve at monza. at sunset. on theresa’s birthday. i know, very meaningful, incredibly homoerotic. read the fic to see how well that turns out!

april: i always knew i wanted to redraw the first filipino!hercolyn thing i did back in 2020, the one that completely solidified in my mind the notion that These Characters Are Filipino, Actually, and when i got comfortable in procreate i quickly jumped on that. (if you notice, a lot of the stuff i did this year were redraws of old pieces i really liked but wasn’t fully satisfied with.) of course i wanted to draw them in the traditional clothes in my parents’ and grandparents’ wedding pictures. the implication of this being, of course, that this is the soft shoe shuffle wedding. i have a fic planned centered around that, from douglas’ perspective. now that grad school apps are basically done, if my honors thesis doesn’t kick me too hard, i’d love to get on that as soon as i can.

may: YOU JUST GOT COLINED! SEND THIS TO A FRIEND TO TOTALLY COLIN THEM! ah, colin fairbairn: the figure whose presence haunts all of newcastle but is never actually. named. (much to the chagrin of a lot of people who genuinely thought linda’s dad was named colin bc i Wouldn’t Shut Up About It) i just love him so much and i love this piece, i wanted to depict the wistfulness of an older colin whose airline is on the verge of collapse, who has been secure in his job as chief pilot of air cal, who looks out over glasgow airport (that’s glasgow’s runway in the background) and wonders if it’s time to put himself out to pasture. wondering what he could have done differently. it’s okay bby. there’s no way that you could have prevented this. but he’d never believe it. he’s too duty bound. he lives in my head rent free.

june: another redraw, this time of a piece from 2021. i was so happy with this one, and i am very happy with it still! everything about the older piece i loved was improved massively by this redraw: the poses, the proportions, the line work, the coloring. honestly, just thinking about the two of them just existing in the airport, overlooked by bustling passengers, just part of the landscape, but having such a rich history and relationship between them… it’s something i think about a lot and i love it.

july: this comprises the third part of an unofficial trilogy of drawings i did centered around douglas/martin/theresa. in each one, i centered a different member of the ot3: i did one centering martin last year, one centering douglas in the spring, and this one centers theresa between douglas and martin. i really enjoy how i did the expressions in this one: martin, looking out toward the planes; theresa, following his gaze, eager to share in the passion they both have; and douglas, looking down at both of them (yeah i think they’re both shorter than him. i think it’s cute). i feel like when i draw these three, where they look and how they look is very important to me.

august: can you believe before this point i had never drawn herc and douglas together? yeah, me too. anyway, them 🤍 i’ve literally only ever drawn them as older men so trying to draw them younger was. lowkey kind of hard. i’m hoping to revisit air england herc and douglas in the future, especially since i didn’t intend for this to be anything more than a quick bit due to those bisexual divorcee brackets (which i don’t know what became of them in the end except that douglas got through and herc didn’t, lmao)

september: unposted self-portrait done as a part of my aerospace fellowship application i wound up getting rejected from because they required me to do a creative component. not much to say here. anyways.

october: yet another redraw, this time of a portrait of herc, carolyn, linda, and arthur i did a year prior, in october of 2022. i like to think that lfeu!herc carries pictures of linda, arthur, and carolyn in his wallet: he had never wanted to be the family man for most of his life, but in his new life, this new form, he can play it well. something about the coloring seems a little off to me: i think i may have to go in and adjust arthur’s skin tone because i think it doesn’t look 100% right. but i love this one too. i hemmed and hawed for ages over what they should be wearing but in the end i put them in what they’d wear for work bc i couldn’t think anymore. but it turned out super cute and i think it emphasizes what brought the four of them together in the first place: aviation.

november: a cute little doodle of young!colin with baby linda, from a bigger piece. something i generally feel like i’ve gotten stronger with this year has been drawing a larger variety of poses. i discovered that procreate allows you to import reference images in a smaller window that can be very easily dragged around and resized, which was a massive improvement over my previous strategy with sketchbook, which had been to import reference images as their own layers. often, moving it around or resizing reference images resulted in some loss of quality. anyways there’s something just so tender about colin and linda and i love to revisit them.

december: last but not least, we finish off the way we started, with theresa (and an added douglas lol). and boy, how different does december look from january? granted, it’s a different angle, but i personally think there is so much more dimension at the end of the year compared to the beginning. i was less afraid of using overlays to enhance the coloring. and the brush i wound up settling on for lineart really ended up serving me well this whole year, culminating in this piece. not much to say on this one, i like it a lot :)

overall thoughts: i didn’t think i drew as much as i wanted to this year, but looking back i still think i made really good progress and improved a lot from last year, so i’m still happy. definitely want to draw more next year, explore new subjects, and maybe work on redrawing more pieces from previous years because those projects have been very fun to undertake.

once again i want to say a big thank you to everyone who’s ever shared or commented or left a like on anything i’ve drawn: it will have been 10 years next year since the end of the show i primarily create fanwork for, and to still have people out there who like what i do is such a gift. yes i create for myself, but i do also like receiving feedback from others and sharing it with others, so thank you thank you thank you. and happiest of new years to all :)

#em draws #em retrospects #art by em year in review

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

I Won't Say (I'm in Love)

Written By: Alan Menken & David Zippel

Artist: Susan Egan with Roz Ryan, Cheryl Freeman, Lillias White, Vanéese Y. Thomas & LaChanze for Hercules

Released: 1997

From the 1997 Disney movie Hercules, “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” is the movie’s featured love ballad. After a romantic date with Hercules, Meg expresses her conflicting emotions through song (with some back up from the Muses). Hurt before and technically working for Herc’s arch nemesis, this song demonstrates Meg’s reluctance to get into another relationship that (in her mind) can only end badly.

[MEG] If there's a prize for rotten judgment I guess I've already won that No man is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that [MUSES, MEG] Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you (Oh no) Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you feel and who you're thinkin' of [MEG] Oh No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no [MUSES] You swoon, you sigh Why deny it? Uh-oh [MEG] It's too cliché I won't say I'm in love [MUSES] Shoo-do, shoo-do, ooh [MEG, with MUSES] I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl" "Unless you're dyin' to cry your heart out" Oh [MUSES, MEG] You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling (Oh no) Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That you got, got, got it bad? [MEG] Whoa No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no [MUSES] Give up, give in Check the grin, you're in love [MEG] This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love [MUSES] You're doin' flips Read our lips, you're in love [MEG, MUSES] You're way off base (Shoo-do, shoo-do) I won't say it (She won't say it, no) Get off my case (Sha-da, sha-da) I won't say it [MUSES] Girl, don't be proud It's okay, you're in love [MEG] Oh At least, out loud I won't say I'm in love [MUSES] Shoo-do, shoo-do, shoo-do, shoo-do Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ah

God Only Knows

Written By: Brian Wilson & Tony Asher

Artist: The Beach Boys

Released: 1966

“God Only Knows” is a song by American rock band The Beach Boys. It is the eighth track on the group’s 11th studio album, Pet Sounds, and one of their most widely recognized songs. “God Only Knows” was composed and produced by Brian Wilson. Tony Asher helped Brian with the lyrics. Carl Wilson sang lead, and Bruce Johnston sang harmony vocals with Brian in the outro. The song broke new ground in many ways. It was one of the first commercial songs to use the word ‘God’ in its title. As producer, Brian Wilson used many unorthodox instruments, including the harpsichord and French horns that are heard in the song’s famous introduction. Although The Beatles engaged in a friendly rivalry with the Beach Boys based on mutual respect, Paul McCartney called this song the best song ever written.

[Verse 1: Carl Wilson] I may not always love you But long as there are stars above you You never need to doubt it I'll make you so sure about it [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 2: Carl Wilson] If you should ever leave me Well, life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me? [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Interlude: Carl Wilson, Brian Wilson, and Bruce Johnston] Ooh, ooh Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do) Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do) Buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow, buh-bow (Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do) [Refrain: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Verse 3: Carl Wilson] If you should ever leave me Well, life would still go on, believe me The world could show nothing to me So what good would living do me? [Chorus: Carl Wilson] God only knows what I'd be without you [Outro: Carl Wilson with Brian Wilson and Bruce Johnston] God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows) God only knows what I'd be without you (What I'd be) God only knows what I'd be without you (God only knows)

#i won't say (i'm in love) #susan egan #hercules #beach boys #the beach boys #brian wilson #god only knows #polls #poll tournament #poll bracket #tournament #bracket #lovesongbracket #round2

[persephoneflowerpetals]

The Gigantomachy (the attempt by the Giants to overthrow the Olympians) was arguably the greatest threat the gods ever faced. They could not be killed by the gods, although a mortal man could kill them ...if he were strong and brave enough. Prometheus foresaw that Zeus would have a son, born of a mortal woman, that would save the Olympians during the Gigantomachy. Heracles, born of Zeus's union with Alcmena, proved to be that hero, finishing off the giants after the Olympians had wounded them.

If Disney's Hercules was more accurate I think it would be more fitting for Hades to get help for the giants and it would be a shout out to them. Although you can still make those elementals be called giants instead of Titans.

Yeah, I mean, in Horn of Plenty they kinda made it sound like Hades used the Giants instead of the Titans to take over Olympus during the events of the movie, however, we’re not super clear about the timeline of Horn of Plenty. Nobody mentions Hercules, so we don’t know whether this is while Hercules is growing up, or already grown and staying on Earth with Meg, or if Herc was even born yet. So, maybe Hades tried to use the Giants to take over before the movie? But that wouldn’t really make sense. I mean, Zeus wouldn’t be so chummy with him if that were the case and I don’t think he would’ve been allowed on Olympus after that. I mean, then again, Zeus said Hades wasn’t welcome to their celebration in the graphic novel, but it mainly because Zeus didn’t want Hades ruining the party with his crazy antics. Also Zeus seemed pretty surprised and pissed that Hades was the one who released the elemental titans in the movie, so there’s that too lol. So like, did Zeus not know Hades tried to use the Giants to take over the first time? I have so many questions on that lol. But I’m like 98% sure Horn of Plenty is supposed to be yet another Hercules AU that’s not directly based on the movie, so yeah.

But yeah, it would’ve been cool to see Hades use elemental Titans but instead of being Titans they’re Giants lol.

#ask #anon ask #rambles #hades #zeus

[ferrets-are-noodle-cats]

Alr so I'm reading Record of Ragnarok and like

I just cannot get over the Volunds that all the human fighters get, mostly with how completely bullshit some of them are.

Like, Lu Bu gets a spear. A really good and strong spear. But it's just a spear. It has all the abilities of a normal-ass spear with the addition of being able to fuck up a god's shit.

After that is Adam who has... a knuckleduster. A singular knuckleduster. Just one. And I guess you could attempt to argue that one valkyrie only makes one knuckleduster... but no, that's disproven with Jack, who I WILL complain about.

And then Kojiro gets a sword that splits into two swords, I like this one. It ties into Hirst's whole thing with trembling in rage and fear, it ties into Kojiro's sword fighting nicely. It's great.

AND THEN THERE'S JACK THE FUCKING RIPPER. Fight 3 was fucking Bullshit. HERCULES fought against an old dude who killed a couple people in England. The only way Jack won was because of his bullshit gloves. TWO GLOVES, ONE VALKYRIE! What the fuck, Adam. Anyway, the first two fake Volunds I quite like. The giant-ass Scissors were a kooky unique weapon for a serial killer to use. And the pouch, while pushing it, could open up some interesting strategies with its limitations. But then it's revealed that Jack's ability is that his gloves make ANYTHING he touches a divine weapon... this is so dumb to me. Jack ONLY won because of the arena, which ig reflects how Hercules' kindness was taken advantage of by Jack's scheming. And it does reflect how in most myths and stories of gods, it was cunning ability that beat out raw strength. But at the same time, Jack just got a weird-ass win button that was wayyyy too convinient for him... EVEN WITH THE GLOVES HE'S FIGHTING FUCKING HERCULES. And his win is stupid too, why were the gloves not enough to pierce Herc, why did he also need to coat it in his blood? It's dumb and I'm not over it.

So then we have Raiden... with another dumb one. Like, Jack and Raiden honestly just took me out of the story with their bullshit powers. It didn't feel like humans who were given weapons to help them fight. It feels like already magical beings fighting other already magical beings. Raiden just gets fucking tattoos which i guess are enough to let him nearly murk a god, alongside his apparently already GODLEVEL STRENGTH! I did like Raiden tho, his fight was hype, even if I didn't like the volund.

Buddha doesn't count, he gets a pass.

Qin's was also kinda... weird for me. Like, he got shoulder guards to start with... nothing that could actually harm Hades. And then it becomes a sword out of nowhere. But like, it's fine because his magic bullshit isn't from the weapon.

AND THEN NIKOLA TESLA GETS A FUCKING IRON MAN SUIT! HE GETS A FULL ASS IRON MAN ARMOR THAT HE FUCKING BUILT SOMEHOW??? Kojiro went up against the GOD OF GODS with TWO SWORDS, Lu Bu fought the STRONGEST GOD with a SPEAR, Adam fought the Father OF THE GODS with a KNUCKLEDUSTER! But Jack, Raiden, and Nikola get these complex bullshit magic things?!

I mean, all the fights are hype as hell and never fail to make me cry, but still. I cannot stop thinking about how varied all the volunds are.

#record of ragnorak #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror lu bu #ror adam #ror sasaki kojiro #ror jack the ripper #ror raiden #ror qin shi huang #ror nikola tesla #ror brunhilde

[ask-james-madison-stuff]

James with the addition of Herc!

James is a 20 year old who used his intelligence to graduate early, in the past he had his growth stunted making people think he was a little bit too young to be in high school . But there was Hercules, protecting him and doing so until the end. Herc was James’s half brother, they both have the same mother but different fathers. James’s best friend and now husband protected James too like he was little kid, during the phase where Hamilton and his “gang” as Madison used to call it were emo well not Herc but still they had jumped him on many occasions, leaving a small scar over James’s eye, after James Graduated he joined the military despite his age and served for a year, he was a intelligent leader who sure was sickly and weak a lot yet he knew how to train his regiment well. He and Hamilton still butt heads but not as often, he gets along best with Thomas, Aaron and Herc, he doesn’t like John much due to how Harsh he is on Hercules and sometimes told Herc to stop being friends with John which Herc said no to which he could understand as of why, he’s still sickly today and always has a chance of making his immune system worse even without trying so Thomas has to watch over him cautiously as they care for their baby May-Belle

@ask-chubby-hamilton thank you for the permission I had a lot of fun making Madison’s story and his design!

#hamilton #ask blog #hamilton musical #james madison #hamilton rp #hamilton au #✨chaos squad✨ #thomas jefferson #hercules mulligan #John Lauren’s #alexander hamilton

[driftwithme]

Little big au where Scott Hansen died in jail regretting what he did because he died alone and away from his brother and nephew. His ghost ended up within Herc's memories and his feelings, mostly dormant, 'til the Double Event woke him up the second the electric pulse hit Striker.

He got caught by it before he could return to Herc, so when Pentecost and Chuck piloted it to Pitfall, he was able to watch it all with all the horror of seeing his nephew going to the end of the world basically alone.

As he heard Chuck's final words, he took all the energy left in him. It couldn't end like that for Herc. It could not. Losing Angela, then losing him (Scott) and now losing Chuck? No, Scott needed to do something, fuck.

Pentecost would never disrespect Chuck by ejecting him, but Scott? Oh, he didn't care much about morals then. Fuck the world and the Marshall and every single kaiju and fuck bomb and the jaeger program.

Cursing a storm, Scott prefers to never reach the afterlife, using his existence to gamble for Chuck's life instead. He posseses Striker for a second, triggers everything to go faster than it physically should be capable of and sends Chuck, now passed out due the shock and other factors, towards the surface on his escape-pod.

Funnily enough, Yancy Beckets does the same for his little brother in the Anteverse. 14-10 seconds are not enough for Raleigh to make it out of the Breach alive while it was collapsing. Raleigh should be dead, given the level of radiation that a literal closing portal between dimensions implies.

But against all odds, Chuck and Raleigh end up surviving. A bit later after the final scene of the movie, Raleigh remembers he saw his brother when he was escaping the Anteverse and Yancy told him some numbers, before saying his goodbye. Raleigh must had been dreaming, but when he says the numbers out loud, Tendon clocks it as coordinates.

Chuck's there, waiting. Nothing functions on his escape-pod, nothing to help LOCCENT on the job of finding him and yet--

Chuck looks sick. Everyone thinks it's the near death experience. He doesn't talk for a while. He finds out Raleigh was the one who knew his location and goes to pick another fight, but this time Herc can see the fear that is underneath. So can Raleigh. He looks,, well he looks spooked.

Raleigh face falls immediately and Chuck just knows then and they both freeze right there in the middle of their confrontation. The hair on Herc's arms stands on point and he takes both to his office, demanding an explanation.

It lands like its own bomb on Herc's chest.

Tell your dad I'm sorry, kid. I'm sorry, okay? I--

-- couldn't stay, Rals. Not even if I wanted and believe me, I wanted. If I could--

-- but it's done now. I fucked up my time with him. With you too. Ha, I know you both hate me and you should. You should. So then hate me for this too. When you wake up--

-- you need to find him. There's no turning back time, kiddo, but this? This we can do. Find him, take him home to his dad. See that he doesn't end up like us. And Raleigh? I love you. Good--

-- bye, Charles. Be good and say goodbye for me to your dad.

Mako finds them like this: Herc wrapping his arms around both young rangers, who were too busy trying not to choke on their words and the memory to react on time. They are slightly smaller, Herc shouldn't be using his sprained arm and the entire interaction feels heavy and tired. Still, she catches a glimpse of tears when Chuck turns away and leaves, not even noticing her. Raleigh smiles softly to Herc, exchanges some words with Herc and goes after Chuck, now more serious.

When Mako looks at the Marshall, she sees grief, a terrible terrible kind that echoes with her own sorrow. She also sees pride when he opens his arms to her to offer a hug, almost shy and awkward but happy all the same.

#pacific rim #pacrim #pacific rim 2013 #pacrim 2013 #chuck hansen #raleigh becket #mako mori #scott hansen #hercules hansen #herc hansen #yancy becket

[georgi-girl]

Disney What-Ifs

A lot of people love thinking up what-if situations for Disney movies. Someone even wrote a book series about them called Twisted Tales. Frankly, I don’t think people are digging deep enough. So, here are some what-if that I came up with. 

Beauty     and the Beast: what if Belle had her own curse? What if Gaston or some     jilted lover of her mother cursed her to become intangible like a ghost     whenever she got mad? Or turn into a plant monster every Sunday? Those are     just two examples. It doesn’t even have to be a literal curse; it can just     be a big problem she has. I read a fanfic called Kissed by a Rose     where Belle was pregnant from being r&$ed by Gaston and Beast has to deal     with potentially raising a child that wasn’t his. So original! And speaking     of the Beast, what if he was more feral and wild; dragging around fresh     prey, and speaking in grunts and growls? What if he attacked Maurice     because he thought he was threatening his pack? (the servants) What if he     was already feral before being cursed? The deaths of his mother and/or     father could’ve triggered something that sent him into a slow spiral of     brooding isolation until he completely lost touch with his own humanity.     Belle could help him Regain his humanity. That’s romantic! And while I’m     here, can I point out that female versions of Beast are super uninspired?     They’re just smaller, thinner versions of canon. Why not make her a dragon     or a harpy or a humanoid leopard?  

 Aladdin:     what if the Genie could grant unlimited wishes? That was the case in the     original story. I don’t know why they whittled it down. It’d be an     interesting test of character for Al; see if it doesn’t go to his head.     Or, they could simply add stuff from the tv series. Lots of freaky stuff happening there; evil mermaid turns Aladdin into a shark, evil cat woman     turns Jasmine into a snake monster; there’s a wizard with a skeleton arm     and a cyclops oracle. Jafar was just the tip of the sand dune. Or if you want a more serious story, you could expand on the religious aspect;     mention the Five Pillars, of Islam, use the carpet as a prayer rug, Al and     Jazz could meet while attending the local mosque! And you could include     Aladdins’ mother as a character like they were originally planning. I’d     love a protagonist raised by a cool single mom (wicked step-mothers don’t count). Not to mention adding elements from other Arabian Knights.     In the third movie, they have the Forty Thieves. Why not include Morgana;     the super-smart slave girl who defeats the Forty Thieves? Kids would love     her!

 The Little Mermaid: what if Arials’ sisters were more involved in the     plot? In the book, they each had their own coming-of-age surface adventure     before she does. Why not mention that? And what do they think about humans?     And what if Tritan turned them human so they could look for her on land?     (I had a dream about that once) Or they could have a sub-plot montage of     searching the ocean and having their own adventure. And what of Eric knew     Arial was a mermaid? He could have seen her tail as she swam away and been     like “Merpeople are REAL!” and sailed of to find her. Or you could rewrite     the sequel. Instead of Melody running away, Arial could get kidnapped, and     Melody could go on an epic journey to find her! (had a dream about that     too)

 Hercules:     just like with Aladdin, add elements from the tv series. Friendly     gorgon, angry Mother Earth, nightmare quilt, fun stuff! And I don't remember     if Herc's cousin Iolas was ever on the show, but I’d include him in the     movie. He’d be a great badass normal (and something of a mischievous enabler)     I know the show kinda retcons the movie, but I still like it. Also, since     Hades is out of the picture, what if Meg became the new goddess of the     underworld? She already proved her self as a hero, that should count for     something.  

 Snow     White and the Seven Dwarfs: what if Snow White was raised by the dwarfs?     What if the Queen abandoned her as a child in the woods, and the dwarfs     found her and became her honorary family? Or, what if the dwarfs knew her     parents? In The Magic Riddle, the dwarfs are really wooden statues built     by the heroines’ grandfather and she brings them to life with a kiss. Or     what if the dwarfs were cursed like in Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs?     And the Prince! What if he and Snow White were childhood friends? What if     the Queen kidnapped him? What if the dwarfs were the Prince split     up in seven different aspects of himself? There’s an actual fairytale where     that happens. Not to mention expanding on the apple symbolism. What if apples are Snow White’s favorite food? What if the apples colors had some kind of meaning? What if during her big sleep, Snow had a mystic vision dream     quest? What if at the end of the movie, the mirror shows the couple riding     away and smiles in approval?

 Sleeping     Beauty: lots of ideas for this one. The Good Fairies could be a three-way     couple. Philip’s mother could be POC. Aurora and Philip could have     literally met in their dreams (sign that they’re soulmates). Malifecent     could kidnap Aurora after cursing her, then Philip and they fairies could     dungeon-run the castle like a video game. There could be SA undertones in Mal’s treatment of Philip and Aurora (because just because a villainess is sexy, doesn’t mean she’s redeemable). Those magic weapons could be     fairy family heirlooms. Merryweather’s mother could be the original Briar     Rose who slept a hundred years. Can you tell I’m writing a fanfic?

 Cinderella:     What if she ran away from home after the ball? I get that she’s abused and     conditioned and there’s some gaslighting going on, but abused kids run     away from home all the time. Especially after a freaky pseudo sexual     assault by her sisters. (lots of kids get assaulted by their stepparents, I’m surprised that never went into a retelling) Maybe after having a taste of the good life, Cindy decides “I am not going back there” and takes off to the woods     with her animal buddies. Or her animal buddies could hold an intervention     saying “Those meanies tore up the lovely dress we worked so hard on! Let’s     ditch them!” And then it could be like Donkey Skin or Thousand     Fur. And then the Prince could accompany the Duke on the big search     and see Cindy in the wilds dancing with the other slipper (saw that in a movie. Slipper and the Rose. Look it up.) And speaking of the     Prince, he could be looking for her because she let slip some of her awful,     awful, home life and he wanted to help. That’s a great way to characterize     someone!

 Alice     in Wonderland: what if instead of merging the two books together into     one movie, they made two separate movies based on each book? Tim Burtan     kinda did this with his Alice movies; but he stills merged stuff from both     books into both movies. I can’t think of any movie that sticks to just one book. Plus: since the events of the books are somewhat episodic, the events of the movies can be split up like in Winnie the Pooh. Package     feature!

 The Rescuers:     what if the movie was closer to the books it was based on? It’s a     beautiful movie, but the writers must have gone through several script     changes before the final product, and I would love to see them all. At one     point they had a singing bear character who gets his own spin-off. He     sounds like fun.

 The     Jungle Book: same as above, what if they went with the original script.     They had an entire screenplay, complete with songs, that was closer to the     actual books that Old Walter rejected because he thought it was too dark.     0_0 I am intrigued! And, just like Alice, the original Jungle     Books were pretty episodic, so their adaptions could easily be made     into a package feature.

 Tangled:     Another easy one. What if the movie included more elements from the story?     What if Gothel never learned Rapunzel ran away? What if Rapunzel never had     her big revelation? Eugene could become her secret boyfriend, they could     be married by the pub thugs, and then just like the original, Punzie could     become pregnant. Then Gothel would find out. She could blind Eugene and     whisk Rapunzel away somewhere. Then Eugene would wander the woods trying     to find them. He could meet Varian and Cassie. The Stabbintons could get     involved. Punzie could have her princess revelation wherever she is and     escape. The King and Queen could be grandparents! How is this not a thing     by now?

 Frozen:     honestly, anything would be better than canon IMO. Elsa could be raised by     the trolls. Anna could not have her memory erased. Kristoff could be the     princesses’ childhood friend. The king and queen could handle things a     little less stupidly.  All that spirit     stuff could’ve been revealed early on. Hans could NOT be a bad guy. Or his     badness could be hinted at early on so it isn’t so random. Younger sister     Anna could be the one with ice powers. Or she could develop her own powers     throughout the movie (I’ve read that the writers considered giving her     control over the northern lights). They could have scrapped all that Ice     Queen foolishness and used the characters to retell Snow White and Rose     Red. Or The Snow Maiden. Or they could’ve scrapped the whole     thing and actually retell The Snow Queen story.

 Finally, any of the lead characters can be made trans, disabled, and/or POC.

 That’s all I got for now! Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment! I could do this for any movie studio! AND, feel free to use any of these ideas to write your own fanfiction! 

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[cursedcola]

So. AU below the cut that I am too lazy to write at the moment, however am considering for a longer story on ao3. It’s an AU idea for why Yuu was picked to enter twisted wonderland despite being from a different dimension.

In short, what if in this AU Yuu is Dire Crowley’s descendent. This could be Crowley being their Uncle, Grandfather, etc ( I have no clue how old this man is). I personally like the idea of them being his child. Mayhaps illegitimate with a non-mag human from the Twisted Wonderland world, or something along these lines.

Anyways, something happens where Yuu is sent to our dimension. I pulled this idea from watching Hercules recently, where Hades does his thing and makes Herc. human so that he can’t be on mount Olympus anymore. Let’s say that there is some “illegitimate child has the blood of the powerful wizard Crowley, which would make the next head of NRC a half-human with the possibility of not having magic”. Not the most smiled-upon scenario in a world where people with magic are viewed as superior (something I have noticed while playing TW). So basically a noble dipped into forbidden fae magic, and had Yuu sent to our world. For this Yuu would obviously have to be an orphan in our world.

Time skip to the beginning of TW. It’s funny that the magic mirror made a “mistake,” in summoning a non-mag to a school that teaches magic, right? Wrong. Just like in Snow White’s movie on earth, the mirror operates to show a person’s true self. Yuu was summoned because they belong in TW, and their time at NRC is meant to show them about their true heritage. Not to simply learn magic.

The plot of Twisted Wonderland remains linear to how it is within the game, but with this being the actual overarching plot. Yes we have Overblots etc. but once all that Jazz is taken care of, we dive into the origins of NRC, how Crowley became Headmaster, why Yuu was summoned here, the politics within Twisted Wonderland, different types of forbidden magic, etc. I also feel that during all of this, that Yuu harbors the ability to use magic. However, like in Peter Pan, magic can’t be used unless you believe in it. The students at NRC have no issue using their magic because they grew up with it. Yuu, on the other hand, grew up on earth and has been told they are entirely magicless by the mirror. Yet this all comes full circle, because naturally magic is untapped if you don’t believe in it. So as truths about Yuu’s origins become revealed, they begin to tap into magical abilities (perhaps feeding into Grimm because they share a magic stone?). Not as powerful as anyone else since they are only a half-mag, yet enough for the resemblance to Crowley to become recognizable.

Anywho, it’s just an idea. I also want to add that no one would remotely think Yuu is related to Crowley because the crow is always wearing that damn mask. Even of they were to share physical traits, you can’t see them.

#twst scenarios #twst imagines #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twst au

[nickmitchell]

hey I find some second creations about chaleigh are similar and theyr all extremely adorable

like, Chuck don't have a girlfriend in his hole life before encountered Ray. He is a total virgin, which without doubt just like the fact that hes an asshole. But bcsof the competitiveness and bad temper, their first kiss and first sex are all raised by Chuck.

Chuck is very fond of sweet but due to the kaiju war he never found this hobby until that suicide battle end. Ray always reminds Chuck that too much sugar will get him fat but Chuck never listening to him.

Ray doesn't love sweet but he has a bad habit which is lie-in (taught by Yancy), he always stuck on bed no matter weekday or weekend. Chuck hates that bcs Chuck has a very healthy and regular schedule which trained by Jaeger army these years so he never get used to Rays lie-in stuff.

Ray always get some candy in his pocket to satisfy Chucks greedy taste. Ray knews Chuck shouldn't eat too much sugar but this Australian bastard is too fucking cute,especially when he begging him to get some sweet, Ray can't resist.

Oh and herc is very very unpleasant about his son is dating with *that American Asshole*, may be he even punched Rays face once before. But eventually herc gets used to it bcs he found Chuck is so happy when he gets along with Ray. So be it. (Our daddy is sooooooo poor hahahahaha)

And of course Ray is Chucks icon when Australian was a teenager, but after Ray run away and hided at Alaska to built the kaiju wall, Chuck began to hate him. (Very comprehensible right? He still love Ray anyway :)))

btw Ray is just absolutely a nicknameeeeeeeeee

also, official settings show that chaleigh have age difference of 5 years old (Ray is 26 and Chuck is 21) , Chuck is shorter than Ray (Ray is 185cm and Chuck is 183cm) , so they are born to be couple!!!! i usually saw some soulmates and perfect match au at fictions, i think this is a completely wonderful explaination about them.

Rays birthday is 11.21, this is winter at USA which hint Rays clam nature and clear mind. But November is summer at Australia, may be this means *Ray hates everyone but Chuck*???? (You guys know official settings said Ray loves humanity but hates ppl right?)

Chucks birthday 8.14(same day as mine awwwwww), August is a hot month in the Northern Hemisphere, which hint Chucks hot-temper and touchy. But we don't know who he is at the past, may be he is a kid lack of love so he shows sharp side to the outside world, inside, he is just a sensitive and fragile little boy. His mothers death is a huge hit for him. He needs someone to help him and love him.(Ray is the one :33333)

i love see them fight with each other, both physical and verbal. Chuck called ray OLD MAN or JERK, Ray called Chuck KID or ASSHOLE. They always push away the other part but eventually they found they both love the other side.

said too much. Im very bad at English please forgive me, i just wanto say thanks for chaleigh bring motivation and happiness to my life, and thanks for you guys awesome fiction i will love these works forever🥺thanks anyway💓💓💓

in the end, for raleigh and chuck, could you PLEASSSSSE get married okay🥺😭😭

#chaleigh #raleigh becket #chuck hansen #pacific rim #raleigh #chuck