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@sergeantwoods Sorry for the long wait, but here's the mer!AU

Think I'll call it Fish Out of the Sea

Ghost x Soap, blacktip reef shark mer!Soap, human Ghost, fluff, getting together (kinda)

Ficlet after the cut 😘

"No."

John sighed, he didn't seem surprised by Shepherd's hard rejection, but he kept trying. Simon had to give props to the fishing boat Captain. "You have the best mer rehabilitation facility in the country. It'd be a shame not to use it."

"You said you had a mermaid. That's not a fucking mermaid, John."

"I said I had an injured mer." He repeated himself from their earlier conversation.

"I'm not taking that thing into my facility."

"He needs help-"

"He's hideous, and aggressive." Shepherd barked. "That thing keeps lashing out, it'll scare patrons, attack my staff, and if that *thing* touches my mermaids, tries to mate with them, I'll have it put down."

"Mers are actually matriarchal, sir." The mer expert, Kyle, finally spoke up. "I've never worked with a shark mer before, but I do know he won't mess with Kate or Rosa, because they won't want him. Since they're together."

"Kyle. For the last time, the mermaids aren't lesbians. They're just fish." Shepherd was one of those who thought of mers as lesser than humans. Obviously.

Simon was standing near the door. No one had noticed him sneak in, but when he'd overheard that the mer was a shark variant, he'd needed to see it. Now, seeing the poor thing huddled in the corner of it's transport tank, curled in on itself, he felt so bad for it. He watched, any time someone went near it it flared out it's dorsal and pectoral fins. It would gnash it's teeth and charge the glass. All signs of aggression in a shark but... as soon as it finished its display it was right back to the furthest corner from the humans. It kept peeking at them over it's own shoulder when it thought they weren't looking. He quietly crept closer.

He took in it's markings, gray on it's back, white on its belly, black tips to it's fins. Claspers on its pelvic fins. A male blacktip reef shark then. His inferior end was all shark, something Simon was very familiar with, as he took care of all of the sharks here at the aquarium, several of them blacktips. His superior end, or top half, he supposed a visitor would (incorrectly) consider it, was new and interesting to him. Though he was vaguely humanoid, his skin was all two tones white and gray, like his tail. He had a wedge shaped snout in place of a human nose, a wider mouth with jagged teeth. Slitted eyes, and a black tipped fin atop his head that reminded Simon of a mohawk. Webbed gray and white hands with black claws rubbed up and down it's own arms in a self soothing gesture. One forearm had an odd angle to it, probably the injury that landed him here.

He retreated from the tank quietly before speaking, interrupting the squabbling of the other men. "He looks like a reef shark to me." Everyone else jumped. "Blacktip reef sharks aren't aggressive. Sure they can get a little iffy during feeding, but they're more curious than anything."

"He's been charging the glass, Ghost." Simon managed to suppress his eye roll at Shepherd's nickname for him. They all called him that here. "Fuck you mean 'not aggressive', you don't know mers."

"No, but I know sharks. He's injured, and defensive. You ever think he doesn't like us because it was something shaped like us that broke his arm?" John winced, he obviously felt bad about it. Not like he could've know he'd caught the mer in his net, but it was nice to see some accountability from a fisherman for once.

"Well we can't communicate with him, so he'll stay scared and defensive." If Simon didn't love the sharks, he would've left this place a long time ago because Shepherd was an absolutely abrasive cunt.

"Kate and Rosa can. And their English is excellent." Kyle spoke up again. "We have them pass on the message of our intentions, and Ghost and I tag team his rehabilitation." Of course he uses the dumb nickname too. "It's the perfect plan! And an incredible opportunity to be one of two aquariums to actually work with a shark mer. The novelty of something so rare will bring in patrons." Kyle was really leaning into Shepherd's true interests here, bringing up money.

Shepherd was quiet for a moment and then, "If anything happens, you're both fired." He then stormed out of the room.

"Thanks, Gaz."

"Of course, Cap."

Now the three of them had to get the shark mer into an appropriate tank.

***

They had initially tried to put him in with the other mers, but he'd seen the sharks in the tank across the hall and told Kate he wanted to be with his own kind. That would make Simon's job easier, anyway. Kate had explained that they needed to put a cast on his arm, and Rosa had wrestled it onto him, since the humans couldn't get too close. They decided to name him John, after Captain Price, calling him Johnny affectionately. Gaz explained to Ghost that part of rehabbing Johnny would be gaining his trust, teach him to communicate. To release him without a way to communicate could lead to him attacking humans and being a problem down the road.

Simon had a plan: ignore him. He was a reef shark, his own curiosity would get him to open up. It took a week.

Simon would feed his sharks from a catwalk above their tank, for safety reasons, dropping their food in in the mornings before they opened their doors. No need to scare any children. For the first week, any time he passed by, Johnny would posture aggressively and gnash his teeth, before snatching up his food and swimming off. When Ghost would gear up and go in the water for his evening shows, Johnny stayed far away. At night, Gaz and his mers would move over and Ghost would mostly just observe as the girls tried to teach Johnny how to speak, and he petulantly ignored them, with a little pout on his face as he refused to even make eye contact with them. It was cute.

The first time he tried to speak was also the first time Simon saw him raise his head above the surface. He seemed frantic. "HAAAH!" He startled a bit at what was most likely the first time he ever used his lungs to breath air. "HAAAAH! AH! YAAH!" he was waving with his good arm. Stretching it out towards the platform between his tank and that of the other mers, thrashing his tail with his fins tucked in. Very distressed. Simon went to check, to see what could possibly be bothering him so much, when he found their elusive fourth mer. Simon had only seen Gary once. Gaz called him Roach, because he hid in the tiniest cracks in the reef in their enclosure, why on earth the isopod mer was on the platform, and not in the water, was beyond him, but he couldn't let the poor thing suffer. He had several of his little legs caught in a grate. Simon spent some time disentangle him. He tossed the infant sized mer into the nearest tank, which happened to be the shark tank, with Johnny. The larger mer immediately dove to catch him. He stroked Roach's antennae back like one would the hair of a small child, a soothing motion. Clearly not as much of a loner as he pretended to be. From then on the little isopod mer could be found clinging to Johnny's sides or fins with his many little periopods more often than not. After that, it seemed that Gary encouraged Johnny's more curious side. The mer's language was mostly outside of the human range of hearing, but Simon occasionally caught clicks, whistles or hums shared between the two.

Simon had left a bucket with soap close to the edge once, the two mers were clearly curious about it, but he didn't think anything would come of it. Which is why it was such a surprise when Johnny stuck a webbed hand in and scooped some out, popping it immediately into his mouth. Simon knew it wasn't enough to harm him, which is why he couldn't help but laugh at the poor creatures misfortune as it sputtered and writhed, making bubbles. While laughing he let his guard down, and was surprised when something struck him, knocking him off the catwalk and into the tank. He opened his eyes and looked around, seeing only Roach, floating downward, listing side to side, tiny head in his tiny hands. He surfaced to see Johnny. "Did you just throw him at me?!" Johnny sunk down so only his eyes and cranial fin were above the water. The little shit. "Not cool, Soap!" He forced his palm out towards the mer, sending a spray of water its way. That seemed to really break down the mer's walls.

Johnny started approaching while Simon would try and clean the tank. At first, darting away if Simon caught sight of him. Eventually however, he would get closer and simply observe. He'd watch Simon work at cleaning the glass or vacuuming the sand at the bottom. It was fun to see shark behavior and mer behavior collide. If Simon sat something down, Johnny would pick it up, and without a doubt if he could get it in his hands, it would end up in his mouth.

There was a small crowd, a child's birthday party had been held over by Gaz's mer tank, the girls were always a hit with the kids, and the little show they put on with Gaz was actually pretty funny. They'd harass him as he pretended to try and do his chores. Slapstick comedy was good for all ages.

Simon had his own show with his sharks, but it wasn't for a few more hours. He was actually just trying to clean. Apparently his cleaning sponge had caught Johnny's attention, as the mer had swam up and was watching him intently. He kept inching forward, eventually crowding Simon against the glass while reaching for his sponge. "Oi!" He said into his respirator, not that anyone could hear him. He shoved Johnny away and kept trying to cleaning, but the persistent bastard just kept coming back. He could vaguely see the crowd observing them through the glass. They were probably laughing. When he'd had enough, he got an idea. He turned when Johnny got close again and placed one hand on his dorsal fin and the other on the underside of his snout. He began to rub at the sensitive underside of the mer's snout, and just like his sharks, the mer entered a state of tonic immobility. He repositioned Johnny, nose down tail to the surface, Johnny's arms hung limply down past his head. Simon quickly withdrew his hands and watched as the mer continued to float for a bit, before blinking vigorously. He shook his head before righting himself, and slapped his tail into Simon's chest as he practically fled to his little cave at the other end of the tank. When he surfaced later, Gaz informed him that the kids were raving about how cool the 'shark guys' were.

Simon had to admit that Johnny was growing on him. He looked forward to seeing him each day. Johnny began trying to get Simon to swim with him. He'd grab Simon's arms and try to pull him into the water when he was on land, or he'd push Simon away from the glass and his cleaning supplies, towards the open water. Sometimes Simon would indulge him, and the two of them would make laps around the tank.

Simon realized, when Johnny began posturing towards the sharks and getting territorial about him towards them, that Johnny was attempting to court him. Worse, he couldn't bring himself to try and put an end to the behavior either. Johnny was getting touchy, he'd run his hands along Simon's sides or chest, in much the same way Simon would to per his sharks, but it felt different. He would push Simon until he floated horizontally in the water, then drape himself across the man.

Simon knew he was getting himself into some deep shit, but he couldn't help the small voice in the back of his head that urged him to reach out, to cradle the mer's rubbery cheeks in his hands. He wanted to kiss him. He was fucked.

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I hope you liked it! Ngl, I really liked this one. If you don't mind, I might expand on this and make it a multi-chapter fic over on AO3? I wanna explore more of society's reaction to mers, specifically interspersed relationships and where this could go. Let me know what you think, and thanks for the idea!

#ive had this one on the brain for a hot minute #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #fanfic #call of duty #text post #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #mermaid au #mer!au #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #mer!john soap mactavish #shark mermaid

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loadedberetta · 6 months

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Sub Rosa - Chapter 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC Diana

word count: 2.7k

warnings: accidental pregnancy, angst, military, the boys get wounded as a result of Ghost's cockup, MDNI (eventual adult themes & smut), SPOILER FREE for MW3

synopsis: Diana is home. she is safe. but Simon's thoughts just can't settle.

Part 1 // Part 3 // masterlist

a/n: the Latin theme continues, Diana becomes her own person, and so does Simon. Soap and the Captain get shot, as a result of Ghost being bullheaded. they're both okay I promise you.

Chapter 2 - Part 1

Qui totum vult totum perdit - He who wants everything, will lose everything

He was awake already and heard the plane leave.

The air was still, the breeze had retreated in fear of the morning sun that didn't yet show itself, the promise of a sunrise threat enough.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed, the moonlight licking jagged stripes on this uncovered, scarred skin.

Common alarm reverberated through his skull an hour and a half later, while he scribbled another page full in a notebook he dug out from below mountains of papers lazying around on his desk.

Breakfast was the usual, but still, something felt off.

The Captain talked to him.

He earned singular, questioning gazes from his teammates.

"I don't need to worry about you, yes?" The Captain asked him from afar.

Simon recentered himself and answered his Captain sitting opposite him at the table. People carried on eating and chatting around them.

"No, not at all."

"She's your wife, after all."

"Don't." He found himself saying despite the need to keep a low profile about his marriage.

"Simon." The Captain shifted in his seat. "She's home. You're here, and we need you here. Got that?"

He nodded. Something gnawed at his insides, but he could still hide it.

Later that day, one of the Sergeants found him in the gym.

"Ghost." The Sergeant muttered as he stepped into the large room.

"Gaz." Came the reply.

They exercised in silence for a while. The gym was one of the few rooms, sunken into the ground more than halfway, that remained at a relatively bearable temperature during the day. There were a few keys to it, and it was often locked.

Simon's key was hanging off his shoelace, he kept it close.

The Sergeant knew he tolerated team members around him while working out.

"Spot me, please?" The Sergeant looked up at him, settling on the bench some time later. Simon was drinking from a large bottle, his Adam's apple bobbing steadily. He put a thumb up and finished the bottle.

He didn't have to help out Gaz for a long time, longer than he expected him to last.

"So, why'd she leave?" He asked Simon after a lighter set when the bar clinked into place on the frame.

"Bad time to ask questions, Kyle." Ghost murmured from above him, a strange rasp to his voice.

"Price said-"

"Fuckin' hell."

"-that I should ask you." He replied and curled his fist around the bar again.

"What on God's green earth made you ask him?"

"Dun't know."

"Mind your own damn business next time." He finally grumbled when he caught the moment Kyle's resolve wavered. The bar clinked into place shakier this time.

Days passed. Hot, scorching, and monotone days, until the area around the concrete fortress was due for a proximity sweep.

Ghost grunted when the overeager Sergeant hopped into the passenger seat of the SUV. A small convoy set out at dusk to ensure safety around the base for some time and make quick work of anything that didn't belong there.

"Fucking Baltic out here, I tell ya."

He sighed at the thick Scottish accent. It made him crawl up the wall at times.

"Belt, Soap." He grumbled the command at him as he turned the keys, and the ignition sparked.

The watch passed without major complications. Miniscule dust devils danced in the distance, illuminated by nothing more than the stars and the SUV's headlights.

Sand thickened and became packed with moisture in some areas. The GPS beeped every now and then, an intricate set of noises that both men understood, giving them directions in the pitch-black night of the ever-changing Sahara.

They got back into the car after disembarking to send a wandering group further from the perimeter.

A thin layer of sand settled on their shoulders and seeped between their fingers, setting both of them slightly on edge.

"We're a man short." Soap muttered as he unlaced his boots to shake the sand out of it.

He sighed, as he knew Soap was right.

"You moan enough for two people, go drive alone." He replied, and shook some fine sand from his sleeve.

"You're not this insufferable usually." Soap retorted. "What's gotten into ya?" The Scot shook his head and laced up his boot again. "It was her, wasn't it?"

He grumbled, warning.

"Why'd she leave anywae?" Soap mused, seemingly growing to enjoy the jest.

He bit his tongue in an attempt to prevent himself from saying anything.

"Don't be a dunce." Soap's words were partly muffled by the engine starting up again.

"Leave it." He warned again.

"Aren't you…"

"No." He turned on the headlights. "When I say leave it, you leave it."

The lights hummed steadily, illuminating the golden dunes in front of them.

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

"You know you can't keep secret about this forever." The Captain remarked coldly.

He handed Simon another paper, and he scribbled his signature on it hastily, avoiding the answer.

"They caught on. They started asking me. I won't tell anything, but that won't sate them for long. They'll come knocking on your door soon."

"I know." He grumbled with force.

"Tell them yourself before they start making up their own stories." The Captain took the last paper from him and left the room without a word more.

The lecture hung heavily in the air, making the denseness of it even more unbearable.

Chapter 2 - Part 2

Plots form best under the harshest of circumstances. And heat, the most unnerving of all births deadly parasites. Blood boils, and emotions heighten.

Tempers run short.

Captain Price was called on. A precise team to snuff out a particularly nasty band of insurgents down South.

And he obliged, taking his three best men with him.

Ghost and Soap were tasked to flush two smaller buildings, while Price and Gaz took the larger one.

Soap and the Captain took a bullet each.

And Ghost blamed himself.

Radio connection established between the two teams, they entered at the same time, at different points.

Ghost ordered Soap to retreat behind a stack of crates when unexpected company arrived some rooms into the building.

"Flash!" His yell tore through the hall, followed by the muted explosion and half a magazine unloading.

"Fuck! Ghost!" Soap yelled from behind the crates.

"You hit?" He asked hastily, and Soap denied.

"Trigger control, steamin' Jesus!" The Scot emerged from behind the boxes with a disapproving look on his face and looked across the three unmoving bodies laying on the floor, courtesy of Ghost.

And that was when it happened. He was out.

It is always a bad time to reload.

Ghost knew that.

A bullet wheezed past Soap's nape, and another tore into his shoulder.

Before he knew it, the two people entering the room lay dead on the floor. Soap panted on the floor, his arms still raised, hands holding a smoking pistol.

They locked eyes.

The radio jolted awake when Ghost was bandaging Soap.

"0-7, c'me in." Price's voice was stern through the filter of the radiowaves.

"Soap. Ghost's fixin' me up." The Scot explained while he looked back at Ghost working on stopping the bleeding from the torn flesh on Soap's shoulder.

"We're done with our building. Looks like the place was a bust." The Captain's voice exerted, he was on the move.

"There's plenty to have at in ours. Pay us a visit." Soap answered with a smile tugging at his lips despite the pain he was in.

"Up." Commanded Ghost and Soap stood up.

He grabbed his radio and spoke. "We could use the help." And with that, he left the room, weapon on low ready.

The old formation soon met.

Everyone knew their job.

And Ghost fucked up. He passed a room unchecked.

Gaz had to be left behind with Price, as he caught a mouthful of buckshot to the side from the unchecked darkness.

An hour later, the intel was in their hands. Still, mood in the exfil helo was despondant. The Captain broke a fever and Soap was in an even worse shape.

"Can't afford to send you home." The Captain turned to Ghost. "Pull yourself together."

Ghost removed his helmet and scratched his ungracefully lowered head.

"Tell them for all I care. Or don't. Whatever gets you straight again."

The next time Ghost talked to the Sergeants, it was back at base. Soap's one arm in a sling, the other holding a book open, Gaz stitching a pair of ripped cargos. Ghost entered the rec room and sighed, seeing the other two men immersed in their separate activities.

The sun was long banished to behind the mountains, and the moon shied behind thin clouds.

The air was cool, calm, and unbothered.

He stood in the doorway watching the men until Soap looked up at him.

"Thought you went to sleep." He muttered, gaze turning back to trail lines in the boring mid-century book from one of the dusty shelves.

"Can't." He answered Johnny. "Listen."

Both men's brows knitted. Simon searched for their gaze. He didn't move much, his hands in his pocket, mask flush on his face.

"The Sergeant is my wife." An embarrassing blush spread across his features. He looked down. "Not technically, but she is. We've been married for… over a year now. That's all you need to know."

He never waited for answers, and neither did he plan on starting that night.

By the time Johnny and Kyle locked eyes, he was long gone. Perched on the flat roof of the building, he smoked.

The Captain found him soon.

"Cat's out of the bag, huh?" He rumbled in pain as he sat down on a nearby exhaust duct.

Simon didn't reply. A puff of smoke enveloped him.

"How'd you arrange it?"

"In secret."

"I meant the lie. Was it your idea or hers?"

He turned to the Captain, mask half-ridden up his face, showing the glowing white of new and old scars in the faint moonlight.

"Mine." He rasped and turned away again.

"She's not coming back, is she?"

He shook his head.

"Be there for her."

He turned only his head and rested his chin on his shoulder.

The cloud covering the moon dissipated.

He couldn't look into the Captain's clear eyes even for a moment, the words fell from his mouth in a broken tone.

"I'm scared."

Chapter 2 - Part 3

Soap's stitches were still in when they left for home.

The Captain was sent on sick leave for a month.

Gaz was to leave for training up north.

And Ghost…

He called her. Before they departed; a quick call to inform her when they'd land and where. Luckily, close to her, the usual base they touched down on.

She agreed to drive there. Meet the team again, and the events would unfold then and there.

They both understood the weight of it now.

The men left the scorch behind. The deathly desert edge, where even the most battle-hardened soldier knows wit's end.

Where life still found a way.

She underwent a different hell than the men during her time at home.

A resignation, a discharge, doctor's visits, and the unexplainable nature of it all to her family. An immigrant family to the UK, fleeing the wrath of the Eastern bloc arrived on the Isles to bring a better life to their unborn daughter. Raised her with clear values and strict morale that now only felt like a distant past to her any more.

She didn't dare tell them.

She closed the car door, hoping to trap the thoughts inside, and headed for the airfield.

Flashing clearance, she was in just as the plane landed. They filtered off, accompanied by another few soldiers.

Her gaze fixated on his tall form, following it as long as she could.

Minutes later, he emerged from one of the corridors she knew so well. He was wearing jeans and a zip-up jumper with the hood draped over his head.

That balaclava he always insisted on wearing while off-duty covered his features.

She'd never seen his entire face.

"Hi." She tried.

"Johnny was just after me. Hold my hand." He murmured. There was no threat to his voice, it was calming if anything. She obliged.

Johnny couldn't have seen her form hidden by his and was startled as he walked past.

"Steamin' Jesus, Di." He lifted his good arm and smoothed a hand over his heart.

She flashed him a weak smile.

"Ghost." Johnny nodded toward him and walked on as if nothing happened.

The doors behind her soon opened, then closed.

A hand found his shoulder and squeezed it.

"See you around, son." The voice was the Captain's.

"Will do, boss." He replied, unmoving, catching the Captain's form in his peripheral as he walked by with Kyle in tow.

"G'bye, you two." Kyle turned around and lifted his hat a bit while walking.

The door opened and closed again. It was just the two of them remaining.

Hands still intertwined, lost in the presence of eachother.

It was getting dark out.

"How you been?" He asked and readjusted the bag on his shoulder.

She let her hands fall.

"Been better. Yourself?"

They slotted next to each other and started walking toward the door the other previously left through.

"'m alright." He spoke as he held open the door for her. She ducked under his extended arm and passed him.

A few more corridors, a paper signed, and a last door opened.

Fresh air, crisp and lush.

The three men standing around a car, Kyle's. The Captain smoked.

"I want to talk to them." She gave them a quick look and smiled as Kyle caught her gaze.

"Not the best time." He murmured.

He recognized her car and turned towards it.

"Why?" She almost stopped, her gaze searching his.

"It's all too new for them. And I'm not in the mood to make up stories."

"Fair point." She unlocked the car from afar. He put his bags in the boot.

"I'll drive." He lazily commented just as she opened the driver's side door.

"You don't know where I live." She scoffed, one leg already in the car.

"Well, you're not mute."

She sighed and removed her foot from the car, and got in on the other side.

"I'll stay." He said firmly, in a voice she got used to hearing during missions. "For tonight, at least." He got into the car and adjusted the seat to his height.

His voice sounded sincere, almost domestic.

"Th--thank you." She muttered, looking out the window and away from him. Her cheeks burned.

"You can take the couch and I'll drive you home tomorrow morning." She offered once they turned onto the highway.

"Sure." He blinked up the rear-view mirror and switched lanes.

His hands rested on the steering wheel lazily yet still firm, she noticed.

"Don't get scared in case I have to hurl in the morning." She added, resting her chin in her hand propped up by the window.

He hummed affirmatively, and they drove along in silence for a few minutes. Orange lights illuminated the blue tarmac of the road.

"When did it start?" He asked, in an attempt to ease her mood.

"The morning sickness?"

He nodded.

"Uh… Few weeks now. The doctor said it should be over with soon."

"Okay."

They drove on for a couple minutes before he talked again.

"Anything else? Symptoms I mean." He blinked at her for a moment again.

She smiled lightly and bit her lip. "Emotions, cravings are starting, and I'm bloody tired all day."

"Alright." He nodded and opened his mouth again before he could think. "'m just worried about you."

"I… Understand."

"Haven't had time or connection to read up on anything, frankly." His finger drummed lightly on the steering wheel as he talked to underline his words. Her eyes were glued to them. "Had to ask Price… Jesus. Had to ask Price what I should do with you once I'm back. It shows he doesn't have kids."

That elicited a chuckle from her, the first one he heard her break in a long time.

Longer than he then realized he could go without.

Part 3 // masterlist

a/n: I have begun work on Chapter 3 already, but I won't see it coming out this month. it all depends on my cycle, and how much baby fever it dares give me. until then feel free to share this, and a heads up; I'm taking criticism.

#beretta does fics #ghost x diana #ghost x oc #ghost x y/n #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #price cod #soap cod #tf 141 #captain price #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty #cod fanfic #cod x oc #oc: diana lukach #I'll just hide it in the tags ehehehe #ghost x you #ghost x reader

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voltage-vixen · 2 years

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Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from the Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations of summer smuttiness, and includes works from the following fandoms:

>Attack on Titan >BTS >Cybird >Ikemen Prince >Ikemen Revolution >Ikemen Sengoku >Ikemen Vampire > Heart no Kuni no Alice >Jujutsu Kaisen >MCU >Monsta >Obey Me >Supernatural >Tears of Themis >The Walking Dead >T.O.P. >Tokyo Revengers >True Blood >Voltage >Court of Darkness >Masquerade Kiss

A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that all content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and read any works at your own risk.

Day 1: Playing dirty in a water fight | Summertime strip tease

BTS

Playing Dirty in a Water Fight: Hoseok x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Naughty in the Sun: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Doctor’s Orders: Kyle Ash x f!Alice @xxsycamore

An Unfair Fight: Ray Blackwell x Fenrir Godspeed x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Summertime Strip Tease: Seth Hyde x gn!Alilce @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Hen Party: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader @aquagirl1978

Lakeshore: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x f!OC (Ava) @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

In Every Lose There’s a Punishment: Arthur Conan Doyle x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun 🎨

Obey Me Picture Perfect Vacation: Mammon x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Tears of Themis

Turning the Tables: Marius von Hagen x f!Rosa @voltage-vixen

Tokyo Revengers

Hot For You: Aika Oshiro x f!OC (Ran Haitani) @toloveawarlord

Day 2: Blow jobs with a cooled tongue | Blow jobs on the beach

BTS

Blow Job on the Beach: Jimin x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Garden Tea Party: Licht Klein x f!Reader @chaosangel767

I Caught Wind: Nokto Klein x m!OC (Adam Kain) @naresnani

Ikemen Revolution

Blow Jobs on the Beach: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Icy Kisses: Dalim x f!Alice @thekitteninlove

Ikemen Sengoku

Beach Day: Motonari x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Cooling Off: Comte de Saint-Germain x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun

Fruity Fun: Jean d’Arc x f!OC (Julia) (queen)

Good Hondje: Theodorus van Gogh x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Tokyo Revengers

Out of View: Chifuyu Matsuno x f!Reader @toloveawarlord

Day 3: Beach bar flirting ends in a one-night stand | Sexy summer fling

Attack on Titan

Beach Bar Flirting Ends in a One-Night Stand: Levi Ackerman x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Dirty Deeds done Dirt Cheap: Nokto Klein x Silvio Ricci x m!OC (Adam Kain) @naresnani

Ikemen Revolution

Beach Bar Flirting Ends With One Night Stand: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Summer Lovin’: Shigen Takeda x f!OC (Ava) @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

A Night to Remember: Issac Newton x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 4: Nighttime skinny dipping | Forgetting a bathing suit

BTS

Nighttime Skinny Dipping: Jeon Jungkook xf!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Secrets of Love: Jin Grandet x f!OC (July) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Dangers of the Forest: Dalim x f!Alice @chaosangel767

Nighttime Skinny Dipping: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Adventures in the Dark: Motonari x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

What a View: Jean d’Arc x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 5: Quickies in the shade | A shaded affair

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Forbidden Fruit: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader @aquagirl1978

Liaisons of Love: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Quickies in the Shade: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Quickies in the Shade: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Shaded Affairs: Zero x f!Alice @xxsycamore

Stolen Away: Seth Hyde x m!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Sengoku

The Things We Do in the Shadows: Mitsuhide Akechi x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Love Hideaway: Jean d’Arc x f!OC (Julia) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Jujutsu Kaisen

Summertime Fun Under the Sun: Mei Mei x f!Reader @devillexi

MCU

Shaded Affair: Loki Laufesyon x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 6: Sharing a cold drink | Sharing a popsicle

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

A Cherry Treat: Edgar Bright x f!OC (Roselina) @chaosangel767

Sharing a Popsicle: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

Summer Time Treat: Masamune Date x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

I Like Your Taste: Leonardo Da Vince x f!Reader @violettduchess

Lemonade: Napoleon Bonaparte x f!Reader @chaosangel767

The Walking Dead

Sharing a Cold Drink: Daryl Dixon x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 7: Hand jobs in the car at the outdoor movie theater | Cockwarming in the car at the outdoor movie theater

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Movie Distractions: Fenrir Godspeed x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Hand Jobs at the Outdoor Movie Theater: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

What Was The Movie Again?: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Supernatural

Hand Jobs in the Car at the Outdoor Movie Theater: Dean Winchester x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 8: Sneaking a hand into the bikini | Bonded by the bikini top

BTS

Sneaking a Hand Into the Bikini: Kim Taehyung x f!Reader @helvonasche

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Sky Full of Stars: Luka Clemence x Reader @aquagirl1978

Sneaking a Hand into the Bikini: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Tugging My Strings: Luka Clemence x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Sengoku

Boating Fun: Motonari x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Two of Us Alone: Comte de Saint-Germain x f!OC (Mitsuki) 🎨 @maeko-kun

Obey Me

Under Your Skin: Diavolo x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 9: Sleek in sunscreen | Tracing along the tan lines

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

My Love to Give: Yves Kloss x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Tracing Along Tan Lines: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

SPF Hideyoshi: Hideyoshi Toyotomi @writingwhimsey

Ikemen Vampire

Forever Entwined: Leonardo Da Vinci x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Monsta

Sleek in Sunscreen: Wonho x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 10: Bodies pressed tightly together in the hammock | Sex under the sun dress

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Crash Into Me: Chevalier Michel x Reader @aquagirl1978

Dangerous Euphoria: Gilbert von Osbidian x f!Emma @chaosangel767

Naughty in the Garden: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Tell Me A Story: Rio Ortiz x f!Emma @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Sex Under the Sun Dress: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

A Garden Tryst: Comte de Saint-Germain x f!MC @writingwhimsey

Have You Ever?: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader @aquagirl1978

Tangled Up Together: Jean d’Arc x f!Reader @writingwhimsey

With You Tonight : Vlad x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun🎨

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sex Under the Sun Dress: Gojo Satoru @helvonasche

Day 11: Sneaking out of a pool party | Conjoined under the water

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Naughty in the Water: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Cojoined Under the Water: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

The Continuation: Leonardo da Vince x f!OC (Mitsuki) 🎨 @maeko-kun

T.O.P.

Sneaking Out of a Pool Party: Seunghyun x f!Reader @helvonasche

Voltage

Court of Darkness

A Midnight Swim: Roy Indivia x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 12: A summer getaway sexathon | Cumming on a cross-country car trip

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Cumming in the Carriage: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

One Last Time: Lancelot Kingsley x f!Reader x Ray Blackwell @chaosangel767

Ikemen Vampire

Love Getaway: Napoleon Bonaparte x f!OC (Elaine) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Unstoppable Desires: Leonardo da Vince x f!OC (Mitsuki) @maeko-kun🎨

Heart no Kuni no Alice

Lost on the Road With My Knight: Ace x f!MC @thekitteninlove

Jujutsu Kaisen

Summer Getaway Sexathon: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Reader @helvonasche

Obey Me

Vacation Plans: Solomon x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Voltage

Masquerade Kiss

Chillin’ With a Villain: Yuzuru Shiba x f!MC @magicalmagehimiko

Day 13: Hot skin + cold substances | The MC/LI’s body as a sponge

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Sweeter than Honey: Luke Randolph x f!OC (Julie) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Ikemen Revolution

Hot Skin + Cold Substances: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

As the Moon Rises: Jean d’Arc x f!Reader @chaosangel767

True Blood

Hot Skin + Cold Substances: Eric Northman x f!Reader @helvonasche

Obey Me

A Way to Cool Off: Lucifer x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Day 14: Welcoming the sunrise on the shore | Stranded on an isolated island together

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Isolated Picnic: Luke Randolph x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Sun on the Horizon: Leon Dompteur x f!Reader @chaosangel767

Ikemen Revolution

Welcoming the Sunrise on the Shore: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Vampire

Sun of Love: Jean d’Arc x f!OC (Julia) @queengiuliettafirstlady

Monsta

Welcoming the Sunrise on the Shore: Son Hyunwoo x f!Reader @helvonasche

Day 15: Free Prompt

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Free Prompt-Epilogue: Seth Hyde x gn!Alice x Sirius Oswald x Harr Silver @badass-at-fandoming

Ikemen Sengoku

The Sun and The Moon: Hideyoshi Toyotomi x f!MC x Mitsuhide Akechi @writingwhimsey

Multi-Fandoms

Free Prompt: ? x f!Reader @helvonasche

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Lipstick Obsessed: Roy Invidia x f!MC (Carla) @chirp-a-chirp

Teasing Treasure: Fenn Luxure x f!Reader x Dia Akedia @chaosangel767

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Roswell New Mexico, for the ask game :)

Favorite male character: I love so many, but I’m going with Alex Manes

Favorite female character: Rosa Ortecho and Maria Deluca

Least favorite character: Jesse Manes

Prettiest character: Alex

Funniest character: Kyle Valenti

Favorite season: season 4 so far

Favorite episode: episode 6 of season 1

Favorite romantic ship: Michael x Alex also Malex

Favorite family ship: the ortechos

Favorite friendship: Alex and Kyle also Michael and Dallas

Worst Ship: Isobel and Noah

Thank you

#asks #roswell new mexico #my thoughts

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Michael Trevino as Kyle Valenti in Roswell, New Mexico “Follow You Down” (4.11) - Kyle and Isobel get relationship advice from Rosa and Max

#roswell new mexico #michael trevino #amber midthunder #lily cowles #nathan dean #kybel #kyle valenti #rosa ortecho #isobel evans #max evans #otp: ask me to wait #team valenti #kyle x rosa #kyle x isobel #rnm 411 #rnm s4 #video #rnm spoilers

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Every Alex Manes Scene (234d/?)

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TIFF 2022: Day 2

Films: 4 Best Film Of The Day: Bros

Louis Armstrong’s Black & Blues: Satchmo gets his due in Sacha Jenkins’ reverent doc, as one of most highly celebrated horn players and Jazz ambassadors in the history of popular music. Beginning in the mid-’20s, as an impossibly talented protege of then-legend King Oliver, Armstrong took the world by storm, especially when he came into his own band, where he could be the undisputed ringleader and lead trumpet. His style, an impossibly high-energy blend of improvisation and a steady stream of high-C notes (difficult for even a seasoned pro to attain), along with his gravel-voiced diction (“foist” for “first”) and penchant for smiling showmanship, created a perfect entertainment vehicle for pre-civil rights white America. The film doesn’t shy away from the accusation that Satchmo, for all his prodigious gifts and charms, played nice with the Whites, and profited handsomely for it, while not being public about his political views, or overtly supportive of the burgeoning movement spurred on by MLK, Rosa Parks, Malcolm X, and many others. For his part, Armstrong — who was obsessive about recording his thoughts in his various writings and autobiography, and in the hundreds of taped conversations he made with various friends and illuminaries — speaks to this interpretation of his dealings with white people in pretty measured tones. He believed his music created a bridge that everyone could walk on — the film makes much of his frequent duets with the trombone player Jack Teagarden, the pair’s genuine bonhomie showing the world how it could be done. He also claims to have given generously to the cause (a point the film doesn’t confirm or deny), but it’s also true that he came up from an entirely different era. It’s not as though he didn’t suffer under the harsh racial conditions of the time — he grew up dirt-poor in New Orleans, and was very often unable to stay in the same fancy hotels that welcomed him to their performance stage — but he had orchestrated a way to survive and thrive in the world amongst the Whites in the ‘40s and ‘50s, and saw his audience, demonstrably white, in glowing terms, no matter the strife around him. Whether or not that makes him a positive-minded realist, or a capitalist-minded opportunist, the film doesn’t entirely conclude one way or the other. It’s not an in-depth profile of his politics, as it is a celebration of the thing that mattered most to him (only two of his four wives get much mention at all, though the film does include many bits and pieces with Lucille, his fourth — and last — wife, who was with him for nearly three decades until his death in 1971), his music. Nearly every shot of him, on-stage or off, has him with horn in hand (along with his ubiquitous white handkerchief), either in the midst of playing one of his unique, up-tempo solos, or about to put his beloved horn to his lips. I would have preferred more mention of some of his frequent collaborators (Ella Fitzgerald, for example, barely appears), but as a summary of the man and his wondrous career, it’s pretty essential viewing.

Roost: Based on a play by Scott Organ, Amy Redford’s film takes the idea of the male sexual predator, and turns it neatly on its head. Anna (Grace Van Dien) is a bubbly high school girl just about to turn 17, when she casually mentions to her mother, Beth (Summer Phoenix), that she’s met a guy she really likes online (her mom’s response: “Those are literally famous last words”). The guy turns out to be Eric (Kyle Gallner), a 28-year-old with a shared love of poetry with Anna, who drives 900 miles on a whim in order to meet her in person. None of this sounds the least bit good, but when Anna finally gets around to introducing her guy to her mom and her mom’s fiance (Jesse Garcia), things take an even stranger series of turns, until it becomes clear there’s much more happening here than anyone, including the audience, might imagine. There are some interesting angles at play here, and strong (if uneven) performances from Van Dien and Phoenix, but too much of the story’s dramatic build up requires a series of actions and responses that really don’t make any sense from an EQ perspective for it to hold together as tightly as it needs to, in order to be effective. Shot in what appears to be Colorado, with the glorious mountains peeking out in the background, and with strong camera work by DP Bobby Bukowski, it feels suitably lived-in, but it still can’t quite get to life-like.

Domingo: Moody atmospherics from Costa Rican filmmaker Ariel Escalante Meza, whose film trades both in gritty textures, and wispy metaphysics. Domingo (Carlos Ureña), a widow for two decades, lives in a simple house up in the mountains, near his daughter (Sylvia Sossa), and a couple of friends, with whom he splits a large bottle of moonshine each night. They have reason to drink: The town is in the throes of being bought out by a greedy developer, intent on making a killing when the land is sold to the state for a new highway, and isn’t opposed to actual killing in order to make that happen, threatening the otherwise peaceful inhabitants with a group of thugs buzzing around on their motorcycles and shooting indiscriminately into houses by way of intimidation. Domingo, who speaks with his dead wife via the various clouds of mist that rise up over the mountains and into his ramshackle house, doesn’t want to leave for fear his wife’s ghost won’t be able to find him if he moves away. With nowhere else to go, and refusing to be bullied out of his home, he has no choice but to put up a fight, whatever the cost. Meza’s film skillfully juxtaposes the simple tranquility of the mountains, and their steep, verdant calm, against the imposition of machinery, and guns, and the heavy construction of the highway being built below the town. With a mise-en-scene that feels thoroughly natural (Domingo wears the same rubber boots and natty sweater in almost every scene), the hostility these simple people face with the advancement of modernity, and its enjoining capitalist opportunities, feels like an even greater assault than the bullets that are fired in response.

Bros: Well, why can’t gay people have their own major studio, wide-release raunchy rom-com? Billy Eichner’s screenplay (co-written by director Nicholas Stoller) follows many of the standard sorts of hurdles — two busy NYC men who pride themselves on not getting emotionally involved with their partners find each other, lose each other, and find each other again — and several of the seemingly indelible tropes of the genre (Bouncy best friends! A trip away together! An issue of honesty!). But it also has many clever satiric touches (a Hallmark stand-in called “HallHeart” that tries to get hip with seasonal titles such as “Christmas With Either,” and “A Holly Polly Christmas”), and enough of Eichner’s clever pop-culture gags (“We had AIDS,” his character, an outspoken podcast host says of the current generation, “they had “Glee”!), to keep the engine humming, even as the film very nearly pauses at various times in order for Eichner to deliver various preachy polemics about the mostly ignored history of gay people (his character is head of an upcoming LGBTQ+ museum being built in Manhattan). There are enough of these moments — Eichner practically takes off his glasses and says “But if I could be serious for a moment..” before launching into a diatribe — that the film has a kind of stuttering energy to it, a start/stop dynamic that draws attention to itself. On the other hand, you can sort of tell what Eichner might be thinking, here: How many more chances will he, or other LGBTQ+ filmmakers, get making a major studio release starring a fully queer cast? Given the dearth of such material writ large on the masses to this point, you can’t blame him for wanting to go out with his boots on, so to speak, blasting his six-shooters in all directions until he’s run out of ammo. Much of the film works because of the exceptional chemistry between Eichner (who tones down his usual “Billy on the Street” persona in service to a slightly more well-rounded character) and co-lead Luke Macfarlane, who gets the more thankless role as the hunky comic foil (the “straight” man, if you will) to Eichner’s neurotically charged dynamo, and more than holds his own. The film also doesn’t hold back on its ‘R’ rating, including several scenes of passionate (though non-graphic) lovemaking, a boisterous affirmation of queer sexuality. If there seem to be a few too many moments designed to pump up Eichner’s ego (at various times, characters tell him how attractive he truly is), then so be it. It’s not a crime to have a film celebrate a character’s self-worth, even if it feels a bit self-serving in the process, for a group so universally marginalized, the film’s wide release (at the premiere, Eichner told the enraptured crowd it will be on 3000 screens when it comes out at the end of September of 2022) will doubtlessly not include the many countries that won’t even recognize the LGBTQ+ community actually exists.

TIFF: One Last Time, wherein the author contemplates this year’s offerings and the past decade of covering this fabulous film festival, as he’s poised to embark on a new career path that will more than likely involve him standing up in front of a group of sullen teens, espousing the glories of the Russian masters, rather than taking in a beatific week of international cinema in the early days of September.

#sweet smell of success #piers marchant #ssos #films #movies #TIFF #Toronto International Film Festival #2022 #Bros #billy eichner #luke macfarlane #Louis Armstrong's black and blues #roost #grace van dien #amy redford #summer phoenix #domingo and the mist #Ariel Escalante Meza #lgbtq+

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Indie Promotion Round Up - Edition 1 Part 1 - NWA Powerrr

Throughout the years, wrestling has had its peaks and inclines. While you may have Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock and D-Generation X tearing it up in WWE, you may also have your Kennel from Hell, Gerald Briscoe vs Pat Patterson evening gown match or Trish Stratus being force to bark like a dog.

2019 was no exception. I personally think it was a pretty great year to be a wrestling fan, from Kofimania in the WWE, NXT getting favourable reviews, and the inception of AEW. Sure, they weren’t without their hitches – Kofi’s title run ending in him getting squashed by Brock Lesnar or AEW’s growing pains, but I think it marked the start of something great with what would happen in the following years.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m not here to talk about WWE or AEW. I’m no even here to talk about NJPW or IMPACT. No, I’m talking about some of the lesser known promotions – namely MLW and NWA.

Both revitalised themselves in 2017, giving the American wrestling scene a few other shows to keep an eye on as they progressed. MLW was a previously short lived promotion that emerged in 2002 as a spiritual successor to ECW, down to having Joey Styles on commentary and featuring the likes of The Sandman, Raven, Sabu and other notable names, while the NWA is a long living promotion who’s history is a bit confusing, but basically, it once had the most prestigious title in all of wrestling, but has since fallen in prestige somewhat. Oh yeah, also, Billy Corgan from the Smashing Pumpkins bought it.

These two companies would have their ups and downs, from NWA featuring talent such as Thunder Rosa, Eddie Kingston and Ricky Starks before they moved onto AEW while MLW had names like Darby Allin, MJF and the Lucha Bros. But where are they now? I’ve heard rumblings about both companies, but never found the time to sit down to watch them and see just what they’re all about. Well, that’s abou to change. Join me as I explore just what is happening in MLW and NWA after the fallout of their (as of writing) most recent PPVs.

I guess I may as well start off with the elephant in the room and have a glimpse at the NWA. They’re coming fresh off their “Hard Times” PPV, where, most notably, they put the world title on Tyrus. Tyrus, for those of you who do not know, is a man who was known for his time in WWE as “The Funkasaurus” Brodus Clay. He was a man who danced and… was a dinosaur. I guess. It’s not as cool as it sounds, trust me. In that role, he was never really relevant, nor was he world champion material – let alone now, 8 years after his “prime”, if you even want to call it that.

He also is a raunch conservative, constantly showing up on Fox News and has a sexual assault allegation against him. So, y’know. Great champion material. Anyways, the NWA has 2 main shows, both streaming on youtube. NWA Powerrr, which is their main show, and NWA USA, which focuses on the junior heavyweights. I think for this series(?) I’ll look at an episode of Powerrr, an episode of MLW Fusion (MLW’s main, and only, show, also youtube exclusive) and an episode of NWA USA.

So, without further ado, let’s dive into NWA Powerrr, season 11, episode 1.

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We’re live from the Sigur Center in Chalmette, Lousiana. Kyle Davis – huh? Is this guy the fused form of Aussie Open? Anyways, he’s an official at NWA, and our host. He welcomes us and brings Tyrus down to the ring. Tyrus himself is from Lousiana so I guess they also wanted him to be a hometown hero.

As he makes his way to the ring, there are some jester masks and such – because it’s Lousiana! I don’t know if this is part of the arena or the NWA themselves designed this but it helps the arena stand out.

We hear from one of our commentators – the commentary team is Joe Galli, Velvet Sky and Tim Storm. Joe informs us this is the start of the “Idolmania Sports Management era”. Well, ok, there’s something I didn’t know. Wrestling legend Austin Idol leads a faction that Tyrus is apart of. I’m guessing they’re the top heel group? Strictly Business was last time I was watching, but Nick Aldis left the NWA, so I guess this is their replacement.

Joe also mentions the Revolution Rumble, which I’m guessing is just the name of this slew of episodes, but also Powerrr Trip? Haven’t heard of it. At this point I glanced at the likes and dislikes and realised they were even, 1.5k a piece. Anyhow, Velvet Sky lets us know Idolmania has all the gold, which made me look it up. As of this episode, two other members of Idolmania held gold – Cyon with the National Championship (which is one of the midcard belts) and Jordan Clearwater with the Television Championship (the other midcard belt). I don’t know why there are 2 midcard belts.

I guess I’ll start a rant. People rant about how AEW or WWE has too many titles, but they serve a purpose. Sure, I’m not a fan of AEW having multiple midcard belts, but at least the ROH are for ROH whenever that relaunches, and the All Atlantic title has a vaguely international theme to it. But the NWA has a world title, two midcard belts, two tag team belts, two cruiserweight belts, women’s belt and women’s tag belts. For a company with a roster as small as the NWA, that’s too many damn belts.

Anyway, rant over. One of these guys is wearing a Ric Flair esque robe, another is a luchador. They don’t look like they fit together. Realizing I’m going to have to listen to a Tyrus promo, I now regret my decision to start this series.

Austin Idol sounds old as fuck and curses out Kyle Davis. He also refers to the Ric Flair looking guy as “the golden boy with the golden toy”. There’s a free innuendo for you. Kyle won me over by saying “I’m glad you found the hard cam” as Austin spins around to face said hard cam as he yells.

The group does a bit of a promo, not a lot to say but Tyrus calls out possible challengers. Matt Cardona, EC3, Thom Latimer. Apparently Cyon and Jordan Clearwater can cash in for the world title at any time? Sounds a bit broken, but ok.

I won’t lie, I wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, but Powerrr only runs for about 40 minutes a week, so luckily they had time constraints as to not overstay their welcome.

We cut to the intro. NWA Powerrr used to have Into the Fire by Dokken as a theme – which actually got me to watch the Nightmare on Elm Street series and got me into horror movies. But now it’s a generic insrumental guitar song. Alright.

Anyways, time for the first match. Mims is here. He’s apparently the number 1 contender for the television title. He has an alright look, I hope he can back it up in the ring. Oh, he’s challenging for the Television Title right now. Alright. Well, it’s Jordan Clearwater, the Flair wannabe who stayed in the ring from the first segment, vs Mims. Maybe Mims can show us why he’s hot.

Joe Galli informs us there’s a 6:05 minute time limit for this match, as there is for all TV title matches? I have no idea if this is founded in history or they just picked a random time limit, but it’s a weird number anyways.

Clearwater is a chickenly heel and tries to run from Mims and stalls for time. Mims pushes him over, though. Clearwater gets back up, does some taunts, and threatens to leave, but Mims takes him by the hair and headbutts him.

Mims charges at Clearwater in the corner but gets a poke to the eye and hits him with… ok, I’m a wrestling fan, I’m not a commentator. I don’t know all the moves, but commentary doesn’t call it, so I’ll just say he slams him.

Clearwater takes control briefly, but Mims gets some hits on Clearwater – though that doesn’t last long as Clearwater takes control again and goes for a pin, but Mims kicks out at 1. Clearwater taunts the crowd to cheer for Mims.

He then whips Mims into the corner. Mims gets some more hits on Clearwater. Clearwater hits Mims with a suplex for a two count. He whips Mims again, but Mims goes for a sunset flip and hits it. Clothesline to Mims, however, for another two count.

Clearwater than gets a headlock on Mims, but Mims fights out. Mims hits a clothesline and back elbow combo and goes off the ropes but gets a big boot from Clearwater. Clearwater goes for the pin, but the time limit runs out.

This counts as a victory for Clearwater and is the 1st of 7 wins which will allow him to cash in the title to challenge for the world title. Ok, so Tyrus didn’t say the rules clearly. Anyways, I thought Mims might get a rematch – and hey, he might – but because of that 7 wins rule, I get the feeling they’re gonna want to move on.

It wasn’t a particularly great showing for either man, though I’ll chalk that up to the time limit. It made the match and having to structure it quite awkward, so we’re left with them trying to work a longer match in a short amount of time, so it doesn’t feel complete. I didn’t really get a feel for Mims as a wrestler and all I gleamed from Clearwater is he’s a coward. Hopefully they have better showings in the future.

There’s an ad for Austin Idol’s wrestling school. Then we’re back to the ring, a match with a 15 minute time limit. Alright, that’s more sensible. Anyways, here’s Ryan Davidson vs Odinson. Ryan looks a bit generic and is apparently from the Wildcat promotion, which they hype up, but I’ve never heard of it, so. His opponent, Odinson, I guess has a Norse mythology gimmick. He looks the part, at least. The chains look a bit out of place, but hey, it stands out.

Joe says he sprayed “the purpose” into his mouth – so I’m guessing he does some kind of green mist variation too? (Hi. This is editor skelltan. Coming back to this, I just realized this is never once relevant in this match.) Ryan here is apparently the longest reigning Wildcat champ, over 900 days. Let’s see how he does, then.

The two lock up. Odinson takes him to the corner, but Ryan fights out and pummels Odinson in the corner. He whips him to the other corner, and spins around – he looks a bit lost, as if he was expecting Odinson to run back and get hit with a back elbow? But continues running, getting hit with a big boot and clothesline. Odin hits an uppercut and sliding lariat on him for a cover and two count.

He lands a knee on Ryan, and two uppercuts in the corner before walking him around the ring for more uppercuts. He charges at Ryan in the corner twice, going for a spear but Ryan dodges. Ryan goes for the Manhattan drop and a scoop slam. He his the ropes and lands an elbow for a one count. Ryan gets Odinson in the corner and atacks him. He then gestures to the crowd, getting them to cheer and continues the attack on Odinson.

Odinson hits Ryan with a forearm and they jockey for position, hitting a DDT (at least according to Velvey Sky) that focuses on Odinson’s arm. Ryan continues working the left arm with a submission. The crowd gets behind Odinson to power out and hit a dropkick. Odinson then sells the arm a bit.

Odinson charges at Ryan in the corner, gets him to the other corner and charges again. He then goes for a torture rack but can’t hold it – Odinson then goes for a big boot and uppercut for a 2. Odinson goes back to the torture rack, but again can’t quite get it – Ryan hits him with a power slam for a 2 count. Ryan takes off an elbow pad and tries to go for something, but Odinson hits him with the pounce for the win.

Ryan looked a little awkward as I alluded to, but Odinson looked pretty good in my eyes. Obviously I’m not saying he’s anywhere near his level, but in terms of in ring style he reminded me a bit of Claudio Castignoli, what with the power moves and uppercuts. There was actually psychology in this match and the pace was much better than the opener and both men got some stuff in. Again, don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a match of the year by any definition, but better than the opener and not that bad.

We then go backstage, where May Valentine interviews a man who’ll be in the main event – Aron Stevens. Like Tyrus, Aron Stevens is a castoff from the 2010s WWE midcard. He was known as Damien Sandow and was a henchman for The Miz and had an impersonation gimmick. I only got into wrestling in 2019, so I never got a chance to see him, but people actually thought he was funny in his impersonator role and thought he had potential – he also held the tag titles once and the Money in the Bank, though he failed to cash it in against John Cena.

Anyways, here’s Aron Stevens. Apparently he’s retired and May Valentine is his girlfriend. I don’t know if this is a work or he’s seriously stepping down from in ring action. He’s a little hammy and mildly entertaining. He’s no Eddie Kingston, but I’ve seen far worse promos.

We get another ad this time for the NWA merch shop.

Aron makes his entrance, but cuts a promo, again stating he’s retired and is a manager now, but is still gonna do this match. Apparently he has to or he’ll lose his manager license? He didn’t get that over in the promos, but alright.

Kratos is announced as “the most swagged”? He looks like a poor man’s Luke Gallows, which isn’t a good look. He’s also got garishly bright Hulk Hogan-esque red and yellow gear. He looks terrible. Commentary alludes to a story – Aron Stevens is friends with a masked wrestler called The Question Mark who’s identity is well known. I think I read Aron played one of them but there was another not played by him and the two fought? I dunno.

Anyways, Kyle says “due to the controversy of the black glove” that Aron Stevens is wearing, he must take off his glove or he’ll be disqualified. Very odd phrasing, but anyways, he takes something out of the glove and into his pockets. Underneath, he has another glove – a rubber one. Aron calls for a time out, though, and claims to not have a professional wrestling license, so he can’t wrestle, and says because he’s a manager, Kratos will be fined, suspended and gone.

Aron then beats down Kratos and then says his wrestler’s license is still valid. Kratos hits Aron with a big knee, though. He rolls Aron out of the ring and atacks him, and continues the atack in the ring. He tries to rip off Aron’s shirt. Kratos hits a release suplex. Some masked guys hit Kratos, and that’s the match.

I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Kratos work, but I didn’t get a chance to, so for all I know he’s alright. But yeah, in terms of in ring action and as our main event, that wasn’t great. But it served for an angle, anyways, so let’s hope it’s a good angle.

The Question Mark 2 comes to the ring – this is the one that faced Aron who was the other Question Mark, I guess, but he gets beat up. Aron puts his glove back on and puts something in the glove – I’m guessing something metal, and punches Kratos. The crew then beat up Question Mark 2 and pose.

So, that’s our first episode of NWA Powerrr in the bag. It wasn’t terrible, but if not for this series/my morbid curiosity, I wouldn’t go out of my way to watch this. We still have to wait for a payoff for the main event angle, and Idolmania were whatever, but Odinson was alright, so I wouldn’t mind seeing more of him. Otherwise, I don’t have much positive to say, other than it wasn’t terrible.

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