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sunbaby01 · 7 months

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The Conjuring house

In which Violet tags along to hellweek, and finally gets the push she needs to admit to her best friend Colby how she really feels.

She’d like to say she couldn’t quite believe she’d let Sam and Colby talk her into this. But that would be lying. She knew the moment Colby batted his pretty little eyes she’d have said yes to anything he asked just to make him happy.

“So we’ll introduce the video then you and then Cody and Satori” Sam told her getting the camera ready.

“Okay” she breathed, unable to shake off the feeling of somebody watching her.

“Hey, we’ll be fine. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” Colby told her, twirling a strand of hair round his ring clad fingers, flashing her a smile and taking his place next to Sam with her to his left.

“What’s up guys its Sam and Colby and welcome to hellweek!” Colby started

“For this year’s hellweek I’m sure some of you know we’re staying at the conjuring house for a week alone. Although we do have some guests for you along the way…” Sam finished, while Colby reached out wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into frame.

“Hey guys!!” She gave a little wave, still feeling anxiety in her body.

“That’s right, violet here is our special guest. How’re you feeling Vi?” Colby asked, hand still around her waist.

Friends, friends, friends, her subconscious repeated.

“I’m okay, not gonna lie I do feel a bit anxious it’s like…I don’t know, you know when you feel like someone’s in the room watching you?” She looked at both Sam and Colby.

“Obviously we don’t want you to be anxious but the fact you feel like someone’s here brings us onto our next guests who you’ll see regularly this week…Cody and Satori” Sam spoke again panning the camera to the couple next to them.

Violet felt the warmth leave her waist and distracted herself by looking round the room slightly until she heard the knocking. She made her way back to where the group was standing, but not too close, letting Sam and Colby have their moment while she digested what she was hearing. Footsteps walking around the room although no one was moving. And then she felt it, a hand on her arm. She jolted into the little table next to her and quickly moved to stand by their producer. To much in shock to notice the frown on Colbys face when he spoke.

“You okay?”

“Yeah what was that?” Sam asked.

“I could’ve sworn someone touched me on my arm” she rubbed over the spot.

“Come over here,” Colby nodded and she moved placing herself between Sam and him, “you feel unsafe or anxious when you’re here you come to me okay? Sam maybe if he’s closest but me” he looked deep into her eyes-

“Hey guys look” Sam interrupted as Satori called out the alphabet. Violet hated the way as words became clear Sam’s face dropped, she felt helpless as his eyes filled up with tears and he requested a few minutes to gather his thoughts.

“Sammy this is amazing” she squeezed his hand.

“I know…it’s just no one would know what they’ve just said. Knowing she’s here watching over us?” He shook his head taking a few more breaths to calm down.

“Hey guys? I’m sorry to interrupt but there’s someone new who wants to talk” Satori spoke and with one more deep breath they began again with the alphabet.

“What’s your name?”

G e o r g e

Violet tensed slightly, there was no way.

“Okay George and do you have a message for someone here?”

Y e s

“What’s your message?”

F i n a l l y m e e t y o u

Tears formed in her eyes while Sam and Colby looked to one another not knowing who this was, repeating the words in a mumble and too much on a high to notice her reaction.

W a t c h o v e r y o u p r o u d

It was then when the first tear fell she let out a cry and both boys turned straight to her.

“Do you know who this is?” Sam asked, while Colby reached for her hand.

“My grandpa George passed when my mom was young. And I’ve always kinda felt a hole where he should be like I’m missing something I never had and I’ve always wondered if he could see me or if he’d be proud” she leaned towards Colby’s body for comfort when the knocking started again.

L o v e y o u a n d m o m

“We love you” she managed to get out between her tears.

“I know this is very draining for you George okay? Do you have one final message for your granddaughter this time?”

t e l l h i m l i k e I t o l d h e r

And they heard the footsteps walk away.

“Tell him like I told her?” Colby asked, “does that mean anything to you?” He looked down at her pushing away the thoughts of how beautiful she looked when she cried.

“Yeah…I don’t really wanna talk about it now if that’s okay? It’s just been a lot to process, can we move on?” Violet asked wiping her eyes forcing the smallest of smiles in thanks when Sam changed the subject while Colby just looked at her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. Not only had she finally met her grandpa but he’d known all about her feelings for Colby. Violet thought back to the story of how her grandparents met, once being best friends until her grandpa took the chance of ruining their friendship because he fell in love with her. And that’s what he wanted Violet to do, to take the chance.

The camera had finally been put down and Sam headed over to where she was stood.

“You okay?” He squeezed her shoulder.

“Yeah I just wasn’t expecting that at all…he wants me to tell someone my feelings and I’m scared of ruining it” she ran a hand through her hair just as Colby came in.

“I think you should listen to Grandpa George, I’ll give you two some time” he smiled at her once more already knowing the someone in question and left the room.

“Viol-“ Colby started.

“Did I ever tell you the story how my grandparents met? It was my favourite growing up. My mom used to tell it to me every night before bed. They were best friends…but my grandpa started seeing her differently, started trying to woo her and she took it as a joke until he finally just laid it out there. He loved her and there was no one else he wanted to grow old with” she played with her fingers

“That’s a really sweet story,” it was, and yet at the same time in that moment Colby hated that story because the pieces started coming together about what her grandpa meant, “so he wants you to tell him how you feel?” He asked, jaw clenching when she nodded. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to walk away when she spoke.

“I love you,” she whispered and Colby froze, “I’m pretty sure I’ve loved you since you agreed to match my stupid costume the first Halloween after we met. And I know I’ve loved you since you only started suggesting movies you know I love in group movie night and always having my favourite soda stocked. If you don’t feel the same then we can just forget this, go back to how we were and I’ll try to move on-“

“No” he interrupted, turning around and placing his hands either side of her neck, thumbs brushing her jaw, “I don’t want to forget this, I don’t want to go back and I definitely don’t want you to move on. How did you not know? You noticed I did those things and sure I do stuff for my friends but I’d do anything for you. I did all those things because I care but also because I love you. Why do you think I agreed to that Halloween costume, huh?” He asked lowering his face to hers.

“I just thought you really loved Halloween” she murmurs against his lips.

“I do, but I also really love you” their lips finally meet and they smile into the kiss at the sound of Sam’s ‘finally’, satori’s soft ‘aww’ and the flicker from the light above them before they broke apart.

“Let’s go see some ghosts, hm?”

#colby brock #sam and colby #colby brock x reader #colby brock x y/n #colby brock x you #sam and colby x reader

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larkandkatydid · 8 months

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Horror About the American West

(definitions of all nouns in that description are flexible)

Angela Carter, American Ghosts and Old World Wonders. This is a UK only release, but in the 21st century, anyone can get ahold of it. Every story is great, but John Ford's 'Tis Pity She's a Whore was life-changing.

Victor LaVelle, Lone Women. Beautiful, hautning imagery of the vast Montanta wildnerness but alos just the perfect scary story set-up: A woman shows up with a trunk that's securely locked and that she won't allow anyone to open....

Alma Katsu, The Hunger. A mildy trashy fictionalization of the Donner Party but has some great creepy scenes.

Claire Vaye Watkins, Battleborn. Is this collection of literary short stories technically horror? Probably not, but Claire Vay Watkisn herself is an icornic horror archetype that shows up in Scream V, Nightmare on Elm Street VI and specifically the semi-obscure Harlan Ellison novella, The Resurgance of Miss Ankle-Strap Wedge, so everything she does counts as horror. But most importantly, the cosmic horror of all these stories is the Nevada desert, which will kill you impersonally.

V. Castro, Queen of the Cicadas/La Reina de Las Chicharras: What if a novel had the balls-to-the-wall gruesome energy of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Wouldn't that aboslutely rule?

Tananarive Due, The Good House. This book takes place in the far west coast of Washington State, which is a different, wetter kind of "west" than everything else on this list, but I just adore this book. Due is the closet thing we have to a new Stephen King or Stephen Spielberg in terms of her ability to create these richly realized characters who feel like they have full lives off the page. This books gave me the same feelings of love and catharthis that I felt reading The Shining for the very first time.

Stephen Graham Jones, Growing Up Dead in Texas: This is one of Jones' experimental books that are less fun and accessible than his big hits, but it's one that I think of often. It's a critique of a particular kind of true cime memoir, a refusal to turn one's marginalized childhood into a digestible story for the This American Life crowd. It's an ambitious, post-modern work.

Stephen King, 1922: An underrated King novella that hit all his best notes of grim misogyny, rural isolation and Tales From the Crypt gross-outs.

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places. Not as literary as Sharp Objects, not as tight as Gone Girl, but special and beloved to me. This is a tale of the Farm Aid/ Satanic Panic 1980s and really wallows in the isolation and misery of the great plains, .

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xenosagaepisodeone · 10 days

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I was complaining to alex about how printers have remained user unfriendly since the dawn of time for tasks beyond the most basic streamlined print/scanjobs, despite being a necessary appliance. he pointed out that printers are always going to be tricky machines because they are technically doing very difficult tasks. On the surface, I do understand; moving paper reliably is a very delicate process with many moving parts, manufacturers often stiffle innovation by viewing printers as a merely conduit for selling ink cartridges, not to mention "user friendly" touch screen software present in modern printers introduce a host of problems on their own. In accordance with my ideals however, I believe that the STE(A)M fields could combine the specialized knowledge relevant to their respective disciplines in order to create a wholly unique printer/scanner device. naturally, this would involve revolutionizing the way we think about the way we think about these machines, as well as the labor that goes into interacting with them. here's what I made alex listen to:

we need a printer you can have sex with and it will in turn use your genetic material over a short gestational period to produce it's own paper and refill it's own cartridges. the actual contents of the print would still be determined by the connected desktop, but the printer would sustain everything you need to produce the document until it was time to refill it again.

the printer serves a similar function as a watercooler in that it serves as a reprieve from labor while not actually being a reprieve from work. when you idle, sip or chat by a watercooler, you are exercising subordination to the social norms of your job vis a vis Congenial Coworker Conversation or rehydrating/taking a breather to maintain job performance (on top of ensuring you get back to your desk on time). your individual personality is digested and repurposed by the microbial culture of your workplace. Refilling the printer by extension is a display in the ability to separate intimacy with a partner from simply doing a printjob (<- colloquial name).

in the interest of alienating the process of refilling the printer further from sex, the printer will remain located in it's usual open area. the employee however will be forced to wear a uniform to indicate they are on "printer duty", and will be afforded a curtain to obscure the body from the shoulders down, encouraging socializing while emphasizing the task as something akin to conventional physical labor. the bleak harmony of the workplace evaporates any post-finish euphoria, finalizing the printjob's designation as merely another task.

once more like the watercooler, the printer will play a role in maintaining relations among coworkers. as one already tends to refer to personal possessions in human terms, the unique features of the printer coupled with it's flawless utility will only beckon employees to refer to it affectionately. "my work wife" and "my work husband" (<- a feminist spin) for the machine itself, and "my baby" for prints (as one already does with important docs). indeed, the printer is family, like all coworkers are.

"is the printer....alive?" not anymore than the lobster at the grocery store or the customer on the other end of the line at a call centre. don't think about it, you aren't being paid to.

"What if someone who is in charge of fucking the printer or watching someone fuck the printer develops a fetish for this rigidly defined process" well that means that my true plan is coming to fruition.......which is:

Are White Collar Printer Fuckers Sex Workers discourse in 2030

#body horror microfiction of the month

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bethanythebogwitch · 10 months

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You know what Alola has a lot of? Water. And when there’s lots of water you get lots of aquatic Pokémon. Welcome back to the series where I discuss the real-life inspirations of every aquatic, non-fish Pokémon. This time I’m covering gen VII. To see previous entries in this series see gen I part 1, gen I part 2, gen II, gen III, gen IV, gen V, and gen VI. For my previous series where I covered the origins of all fish Pokémon see here. As before, starters and legendary/mythical Pokémon will be covered in a separate series. I’ll also cover ultra beasts separately, so no Nihilego this time.

Starting things off we have Marenie and Toxapex bringing us the first echinoderms since gen I. While Staryu and Starmie were generic starfish, the Marenie line are based specifically on the crown-of-thorns starfish.

(image: a crown-of-thorns)

These are large starfish covered with venomous spines. The spines are used for defense as they (and the starfish’s other tissues) are filed with a chemicals called saponins. While there is no mechanism for injecting venom, any animal punctured by a spine will get the venom in the wound. It is hemolytic, causing destruction of red blood cells, which can lead to the injured animal suffocating or bleeding out. In addition, the spines are brittle and can break off and get stuck in a wound. In humans, the venom can cause sharp, stinging pains, persistent bleeding, and swelling and nausea for up to a week after the sting. The persistent nature of the pain and hemolysis may be the basis for the line’s signature ability “Merciless”. The other big feature of the crown-of-thorns is its diet. They feed on coral polyps by everting their stomachs onto coral and digesting them externally. This is why the line are specifically stated to prey on Corsola. Too many crown-of-thorns in one coral reef can badly damage it, hence why Toxapex is said to leave a trail of Corsola horns in its wake. Toxapex also takes influence from the hā’uke’uke or helmet urchin, a species found in Hawaii that is shaped very similar to Toxapex’s tentacles when they are all down.

(image: a hā’uke’uke)

Dewpider and Araquanid are based on diving-bell spiders. These spiders spend almost their entire lives underwater, the only species to do so. They do still need to breathe air and so used a coating of water-repelling hairs to carry a bubble of oxygen with them when they are underwater, surfacing occasionally to refresh their supply. The Dewpider line are the inverse of that: a species that can only breathe water and need to bring a bubble of water with them while they live on land. Because of this, they may also be based on sea spiders, a group of marine arthropods that look very similar to spiders. This origin is more noticeable with Araquanid, which has the skinny body and long legs of sea spiders. In both species, the bubble over the head is based on a diving helmet.

(image: a diving bell spider with its air bubble visible)

Wimpod is one of my favorite gen VII mons and its origin is complex. It is based on a variety of aquatic arthropods. Most notably it resembles an isopod while having a head similar to a trilobite.

(image: a terrestrial isopod)

It also looks like a copepod, which are zooplankton that have prominent antennae. Fun fact: Plankton from Spongebob is a copepod.

(image: a copepod)

Wimpod’s behavior of fleeing at the first sign of danger is very similar to silverfish. These are insects with a similar body shape to Wimpod that are famous to coming out in the dark and fleeing once the lights come on.

(image: a silverfish)

Wimpod’s habit of eating almost anything and leading a clean path as it travels makes it effectively a living Roomba. As Golisopod, it is based on the giant isopod, a group of species that are much larger than the average isopod thanks to deep-sea gigantism. This is a phenomenon where animals living in the deep ocean become larger than their shallow-water relatives and has a number of proposed causes. The largest and most famous of the giant isopods reaches a maximum recorded length of 50 cm (19.65 in), which is still quite a bit shorter than Golisopod’s 2 m (6’7”). It is also based on samurai as its shell resembles samurai armor and some of its behavior (such as meditation) comes from samurai stories. Its ability to cleave the air in twain with its claws likely comes from classic exaggerations of a warrior’s ability. Golisopod doesn’t care much for a samurai’s code of honor though, as it will happily fight dirty and run from fights.

(image: preserved specimens of two giant isopod species)

Gen VII was a good one for echinoderms as coming off the hells of the starfish Marenie line we get a sea cucumber in Pyukumuku. Sea cucumbers have a pretty simple body plan, basically looking like tubes. Their most famous ability is a defense strategy some species employ where they can eject part of their guts to deter predators. In real sea cucumbers, the ejected guts will regenerate while in Pyukumuku, they can retract back into the body and even act like a hand. Sea cucumbers also have external gonads that look like strings. The fluffy tail Pyukumuku has is actually its genitals. The spikes on top might be based on sea urchins, which are relatives of sea cucumbers.

(image: a sea cucumber with similar spines to Pyukumuku)

Our final Pokemon for today is Dhelmise and it’s a weird one. An anchor and ship’s wheel bound together and possessed by the ghost of seaweed. What confuses me is that it’s a wooden anchor. It turns out wooden anchors were used at one point in early boats, but were phased out in favor of ones made of iron. Dhelmise being haunted parts of ships is reminiscent of tales of ghost ships, though on a smaller scale. The seaweed on it may be dead man’s fingers, which grows small tendrils and the name is obviously fitting for a ghost-type.

(image: dead man's fingers)

The shiny version having red seaweed could reference red tide, a type of algal bloom that can turn parts of the ocean red. Dhelmise hunts Wailord, meaning it may have been a part of a whaling ship and now the ghosts within it are carrying out their last tasks endlessly, a common trope in ghost stories. It may also reference Moby Dick’s Captain Ahab and his obsessive quest to kill the white whale.

(image: a sunken anchor from a shipwreck in Hawaii's Papahānaumokuākea National Monument)

That’s all for now. Return next time when we go to Galar.

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veryinnovative · 1 month

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i think james should gift mermaind regulus a rubber duck to play with in the bathtub but regulus eats it bc he thinks thats food and bc his digestive system is stronger than humans he has no problem eating them and actually likes the chewy rubber material so he wants more and later it turns into a treat that he gets only if he is behaving

vi im in tears your takes will do it every single time. i love this so much. normal alien boyfriends are kept in line with tasty treats and kisses but regulus? no fucking way. he wats plastic. give him all the plastic.

#answered #u know how dogs are givne squeaky toy #'it soundslike their prey dying'#whether real or not doesnt matter bc it DOES apply to reg

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levok · 2 years

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For Vogue Scandinavia's inaugural digital cover story, we capture the candid camaraderie of the cast of Young Royals. Edvin, Nikita, Malte, Frida and Omar discuss their off-screen relationships, the whirlwind rise to stardom and the much-anticipated next season of the Netflix series

The cast of Young Royals are sitting around a long table at a hip restaurant in Södermalm. Someone shouts out a request for “Vi ska aldrig gå hem” by Molly Sandén and when it comes, as if by magic, blaring through the speakers, the whole gang sings along. Omar Rudberg, looking dapper in a matching printed Louis Vuitton fit, stands and raises his glass of sparkling wine in a toast.

They appear like any group of young, especially attractive, well-dressed friends catching a celebratory meal together, save for the snap of our photographer’s camera. Still, the vibes are not for show; the camaraderie between this group – the gentle teasing, the easy laughs, the hugs and cuddles – is palpable.

It has been over a year since Young Royals season one landed on Netflix, forever changing the lives of its stars. The story of a Swedish prince who falls in love with another boy at boarding school was a modern conceit, to be sure, but in the wrong hands it could have easily come and gone as another unremarkable teen drama. No one, least of all the cast, could have predicted the explosive response to the series.

“I remember the engagement beforehand was pretty low,” notes Edvin Ryding, who plays the aforementioned Prince Wilhelm. There was a simmering excitement among a select few (he recalls one comment that read, simply, “Looks gay, I’m in!”), but the overall anticipation was nothing noteworthy.

To say that things changed within a day would be inaccurate. In fact, things changed after just six hours, the total runtime of season one. That’s when the comments, fan reaction videos and, perhaps most notably, Instagram followers started to roll in at an almost alarming rate. “It still never ceases to amaze me,” Ryding says. “People are still discovering it.”

"I REMEMBER THAT HE LAID DOWN ON ME, ON MY LEGS, LOOKING UP AND I STARTED TOUCHING HIS HAIR. AND I JUST REMEMBER THINKING, ‘OH SHIT, THIS DUDE IS SO GOOD."

-Omar Rudberg

Season two is set to reignite Young Royals mania (though, incredibly, the mania has barely subsided). We pick up with our beloved characters heading back to fictional boarding school Hillerska, reeling from the events of last season. Wilhelm and his love interest, Simon (Rudberg), navigate their “breakup” while the prince seeks revenge on his own cousin, arrogant bad guy August (played with aplomb by Malte Gårdinger). Dramatics, temper tantrums and raucous party scenes ensue.

In the meantime, Ryding and his co-stars – Rudberg, Nikita Uggla, Gårdinger and Frida Argento – have had time to digest the insanity of their experience. It’s been a strange year, in which the cast went from regular adolescents to regulars on Sweden’s biggest red carpets. There have been brand sponsorships and modelling gigs. International magazine covers and swanky fashion dinners. On the flip side, there has been high school (Ryding) and summer jobs (Uggla and Argento).

The whirlwind began, as many star-making stories do, with a series of auditions. “I had the worst experience before I got to the casting,” Rudberg recalls. “I couldn’t find the place – I went the wrong way.” He arrived to the audition five minutes late, sweaty and stressed out. Rudberg was no stranger to the spotlight; he first rose to fame as a member of One Direction-esque Swedish boy band FO&O at age 14 and currently enjoys a thriving career as a solo artist. However, he was brand new to acting, adding an extra layer of anxiety.

And there he was, Ryding, already sitting in the audition room. “We didn’t even have time to say hi,” says Rudberg. “I just sat next to him and we started.” At 18, Ryding has had more audition experience than most; he’s been working steadily as an actor in Swedish films and television series since he was just six years old.

“I remember that he laid down on me, on my legs, looking up and I started touching his hair,” says Rudberg. “And I just remember thinking, ‘Oh shit, this dude is so good’.” From that moment, he “just felt it’s going to be us”.

Rudberg was hardly the only actor considered. Even Gårdinger, who wound up playing August, Wilhelm’s villainous cousin, originally went in for Simon (“I’m pretty tall, it wouldn’t have worked,” Gårdinger says). Ryding met “a few Simons” throughout his audition process. “It was weird,” he says. “I think one of them was an extra later on.” But from that first audition with Rudberg, Ryding agrees that they “just clicked”.

After the audition, Rudberg sent Ryding a DM, asking if they could meet up for coffee. “I instantly wanted to become friends with him,”Rudberg says. They kept in touch. Eventually, while at Central Station in Stockholm, Ryding got the call offering him the role of Wilhelm. “I was like, ‘Oh my god, oh my god, yes! Finally!’” he recalls. About a month later, Rudberg was offered Simon.

“It was a done deal the first time I saw them together during the casting process,” says Rojda Sekersöz, who directed several episodes of season one. “I think chemistry is not something magical that just appears from nowhere. It appears when you're brave enough to open up your energy field to someone else, and the other person does the same and you hold hands and dance together.”

"THIS IS LIKE COUPLES THERAPY"

-Edvin Ryding

Fans held a similar sentiment. The response to – or rather, obsession with – Ryding and Rudberg’s on-screen romance is at the heart of Young Royals’ runaway success. It’s an obsession that’s supported by their flourishing off-screen friendship, occasionally alluded to via social media. Heading into season two, they’re both pushing two million Instagram followers.

Not since Norway’s Skam, in 2015, has a Scandinavian teen series – and its emerging stars – had such global impact. And while Skam was certainly an international phenomenon, it was also, at the time, relatively challenging to watch outside of Norway. Local super-fans would meticulously put English subtitles on each episode, before making the subtitled content available for not-so-legal download. Young Royals, in addition to being well-written, gorgeously acted and stunningly visualised, is backed up by the phenomenal power of Netflix. In November, season two will launch globally on the streaming platform to 221 million users in over 190 countries.

While the co-leads’ post-show blow-up has been the most extreme, it is an experience shared by the entire main cast. “When the Instagram followers started to roll in, I didn’t check my Instagram so much,” says Uggla. “It was kind of scary in the beginning.” The 21-year-old actress, who plays Felice, the super posh cool girl with a heart of gold, nearly missed her opportunity to audition. The casting department had been sending requests for a self-tape to her old email. Eventually, they gave her a call instead. “Thank god my number was the same,” she says.

Soon, Uggla was on the train from her tiny hometown in Skåne to an in-person audition in Stockholm. While she wasn’t necessarily what series creator and head writer Lisa Ambjörn had envisioned for Felice, the young actress was a revelatory surprise. “We really struggled finding the perfect actor for that role,” says Ambjörn. "Nikita came in and just gave her this calm comfortableness that highlighted Felice’s insecurities and issues in a refreshing way."

Though she now lives in Stockholm, when season one dropped, Uggla was back in Skåne, waitressing. It was her older brothers who kept tabs on their sister’s growing celebrity. “I see the family group chat and my brothers were like, ‘Oh my god, you have, like, 20,000 followers,’” Uggla says. “No wait, it’s going up. Now you have 80,000.”

It was bizarre at first, trying to decipher if people were staring because they recognised her from the show or if they were staring because she was “doing something weird”. But eventually Uggla settled into her new reality. Soon she was doing front-facing TikToks, in which she interacts with fans directly, taking on select brand sponsorships (among them, sustainable shoe brand Toms) and even walking the runway for Ganni during Copenhagen Fashion Week. “It was an experience I never would have dreamed of,” she says of her runway debut. “Walking in a fashion show? That’s crazy to me.”

For Uggla, her purpose goes beyond simply enjoying (and capitalising on) her big moment. Growing up, she didn’t have many role models she could relate to. “Beyoncé and Rihanna were the only two black people I could see on TV,” she says (coincidentally, Rihanna is Rudberg’s long-time role model, too). “I want to be that person that people can look up to.” She often speaks candidly about self-confidence, self-love and body positivity on her platforms. “Let’s be honest, I don’t look like most of the influencers you see on social media,” she says. “I just want to make sure the fans are seeing different types of women.”

On set, Uggla has found a best friend in Argento, who plays Simon’s introverted sister, Sara. Their relationship blossomed, much like it does in season one, over horses. In the show, Sara and Felice become unlikely friends as the former, who works in the boarding school’s stables, teaches the latter to ride. “We had training alone sometimes, with the horses,” says Argento. “That’s when we really bonded.” Uggla recalls venting to Argento about an impending breakup with her then-boyfriend on the car rides to and from horse training. Today, a picture of the duo is the background on Uggla’s iPhone.

Argento came into the cast late, after the originally-cast Sara dropped out during pre-production. She’s quick to point out that while her life has certainly been altered by Young Royals, it isn’t as though she’s living in the lap of Hollywood luxury. “I saw a page where it said my net worth was, like, one million dollars,” she says, laughing at the absurdity of the notion. While she will attend the odd fashion event (with Uggla, usually) she generally shies away from opportunities beyond her craft. “I love acting, but I don't really love to be the centre of attention,” she says, adding that the initial boost in Instagram followers made her “scared as f***”.

“In the beginning, it was really exciting to get things for free,” Argento admits. “You were getting paid to post and things like that. But I found myself getting anxious doing it and didn’t like it, because it felt so fake.” She doesn’t judge others for taking advantage of these sorts of opportunities – she’ll even dabble herself, on rare occasions. Between seasons, she worked at a pizzeria.

If Argento is a little bit disinterested in the trappings of fame, Gårdinger, whose father Pontus Gårdinger is a well-known Swedish actor and presenter, is even less interested. When the first season came out, he was in the countryside, so he “didn’t really get the hype”. “I saw the followers and was like, ‘Oh, OK, that’s unexpected, but I’ll take it’,” he says. However, when he returned to Stockholm, things got “a bit weird”. “In the beginning, I was a bit more nervous than the people that were coming up to me.”

By now, Young Royals fans know that Gårdinger, 22, could not be further from the often- obnoxious high-schooler he plays on-screen. “I thought that people were going to hate me pretty hard when the show came out,” he says. “But they pretty quickly saw the differences.” The word his castmates lovingly use to describe him is “goofy”. “He’s just a sweet little bunny,” says Rudberg. Gårdinger is “not a big Instagram guy”. He doesn’t check his DMs – he hardly checks his emails.

Ryding tells me he’s taking a breather from social media as well. “I get very affected,” he says. “It doesn’t have to be in a negative way, I just realised it takes up a lot of my time.” The youngest in the main cast, Ryding spent his time between seasons back at high school. In an experience that mirrors that of Prince Wilhelm, Ryding immediately felt all eyes on him. “It was pretty meta,” he says. “It was a bit difficult to cope with – that was supposed to be my free zone.”

There are upsides, of course. I first met Ryding and Rudberg at a Prada dinner in Stockholm around this time last year. The season one hype was at a fever pitch and they were both enjoying the moment. I’ve run into them a handful of times since, sometimes together, sometimes not – at a Cartier party, a VMANdinner, at the Cannes film festival. A year later, it’s not as if anyone is shying away from the spotlight – we’re on set with Vogue, after all – they’ve just learned to set boundaries and navigate the madness a bit better. “Omar has taught me a lot about the right to say no,” says Ryding.

And when they need that bit of extra support, they turn to each other. “We’ve gotten so close. We all went through the exact same thing with blowing up and being recognised,” says Argento. “That would have been hard to do alone.” When Uggla sees her castmates, she always does the “real check-ins”. She’ll ask, “How are you?” And then, “But how are you really?”

The family-like dynamic of the cast is confirmed by the show’s creator. “Even if everything hasn’t been completely free of friction – no relationships are and film sets are very stressful – I think it’s the genuine care between them all that has turned them into a very tight-knitted group off-camera,” says Ambjörn, noting that they manage to be “kind and funny towards each other every step of the way”. “To me, that’s truly magical and beautiful.”

I catch Ryding and Rudberg sitting away from the group, eating the photo-friendly lunch that was prepared for the shoot, and join them at their table. I tell them I want to get all the real dirt, for the fans. “For the last time, we are nota couple,” jokes Rudberg. Still, they’re in fairly constant communication, texting, calling, sending random Snapchats (recently, Rudberg sent an unprompted Snap of a squirrel). They’ll text to ask each other what they’re wearing to an event, or how long they plan on staying. Normal stuff, really.

There’s been just one downside to this closeness. It emerged while filming season two, during their romantically- charged scenes (which, let’s face it, is any scene in which the duo appears together). “We were going to do these scenes that were dramatic, and we couldn’t do it,” says Ryding. “In the beginning, we would just laugh.”

The thing they admire most in each other? “You project self-confidence,” Ryding says to Rudberg. “And you trust yourself and you stand up for what you think is right, no matter what.” Rudberg admires Ryding’s “hard work.” “You’re really a hard worker,” he says.

“This is like couples therapy,” says Ryding. “I like Omar’s curls.”

If one member of the cast is most ready, willing and prepared to embrace the hype, it’s Rudberg. Miraculously, despite his soaring music career and starring role in a hit Netflix series, he remains almost impossibly sweet. He’s here for all of it – the followers, the increased attention on his music, the fashion. “I’m sitting here wearing Louis Vuitton,” he says, smiling. “That’s crazy.”

#I needed this for personal reasons!#This interview is 🥰🥰🥰#Okay 22nd I AM WATCHING YOU #vouge scandinavia #young royals #omar rudberg #edvin ryding #malte gårdinger #nikita uggla #frida argento

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Bloody Pardon 4

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> Yourself and Lockwood finally return home and it's time for Violet and June to leave, but will you tell Lockwood before it's too late?

Disclaimer: Sorry if there are any plot holes, it's been a while since I've updated. Mostly fluff, mentions of blackmail and denial. This is the final part.

By the time you all arrived home, the smell of George’s cooking wafted through the kitchen.

He was home.

“Good, you’re back! Try this.”

Lockwood had just managed to help you get your coat off before George shoved his cooking spoon into your face and fed you the tasty, albeit burning hot soup.

“Does it need more Thyme? I think it needs more Thyme but I can’t find it on the shelves.”

“I’ll help you find it.”

Lockwood and George disappeared with Violet hot on their tail leaving just you and June alone in the hallway.

“That was very romantic.”

“June, please.”

“No, no. I’m not saying anything.” June held up her hands before walking away. “Just tell him.”

You sighed as she made her way into the kitchen, ready to follow her only to be greeted by Kipps at the living room door.

“Tell who what?”

“Nothing.”

“No, no. Come on, tell me.”

“It’s nothing, honestly.”

“Is this about you and Lockwood?”

You whipped around to find Lucy stood behind you with a Digestive in her hand, half eaten.

“Oh my, god. It is.” Kipps replied, spotting the look on your face.

Fake denial.

“Please, can both of you just drop it?”

“Drop what?”

You whipped around again, this time facing the kitchen where Lockwood was now standing behind you.

“Oh, nothing Tony.” Kipps answered for you. “Just gossip, that’s all.”

“About what?”

Lockwood mainly tried to look to you for answers, but you weren’t for giving them up. Just like the night before.

You had the same look.

You were hiding something he desperately wanted to know, but he knew you well enough to know you’d just breeze past it and never mention it again.

And so you did.

“Is George almost finished? I’m famished.”

Breezing past Lockwood, you entered the kitchen where you found Violet trying to carry a stack of plates over to the table.

“Oh, here, let me do that.”

“Oh, please, dear. Let me help. You and my Anthony have been so kind. At least let me set the table. Or else, you’ll make me feel like an old woman. I can still do the Quickstep as quickly as I could when I was your age.”

“I’m sure you can, Aunt Vi.” Lockwood appeared by the door again.

“Don’t mock me, boy.”

“I never would.” Lockwood appeared genuine.

Dinner went smoothly and before you knew it, it was time for Violet and June to head home.

George said his ‘goodbye’ before he left to go to the Archives to search up for the next case and both Lucy and Kipps came with Lockwood and yourself to drop them off at the train station.

Of course, Aunt Vi hugged everyone telling them all to keep in touch and June made her own version of goodbye to everyone before she pulled you aside.

“Tell him. If not for yourself, then for him. That boy…every time he looks at you he looks like he’s about to explode. Tell him. Tell him before it’s too late and he tries to…i don’t know…’move on’. You and I both know, deep down, that wouldn’t work for either of you. You’d both be too miserable without one another.”

“June-”

“No.” June said, firmly. “No. You tell him, or I tell Vi the whole truth. In about a month, she’ll be expecting an update on your marriage. Now, that divorce lawyer is drawing up the papers for you to sign a week on Monday. That gives you two weeks to tell him the truth and I expect a letter and a real wedding photo from the both of you. If I don’t, I will go to Vi.”

“Isn’t that Blackmail?”

“Perhaps, but it’s for both of your wellbeing. And, besides, who’s gonna lock an old lady like me up. I’ll break out within a day. They wouldn’t find me until I wanted to be found.”

You couldn’t help but show a smile.

“Two weeks.” June warned you. “That’s all you’re getting. Now, go back to your husband and tell him how you really feel about him.”

You nodded, unsure on what else to do.

“Oh, here she is.” Violet hugged you so tight, you couldn’t do anything else but hug her back. It was the kind of hug you still felt after she let go.

“Oh, I’m just so happy for the both of you. Anthony, I haven’t seen you smile like this in ages.”

“What can I say? She makes me happy.”

“You suit one another. Don’t they, June? Don’t they just suit one another?”

“Like a bride and groom on top of a wedding cake.”

You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as Lockwood placed an arm around your waist and held you closer to him.

Ten minutes later, they were both on the train headed home. Meanwhile, Kipps and Lucy had decided to go on a day out, picking a random time and getting on that train.

This meant you and Lockwood were left alone.

Together.

On the way back, you both remembered that it was food shopping day. George had given you both a list of things to pick up on your way back. So, hopping into his car, Lockwood drove to the main supermarket where you both grabbed all the items George said he needed, plus some extra before driving home.

As winter drew in, closer and closer, the sky got darker earlier and George called ahead. A family emergency had come up and he was heading home. In fact, he was already at the train station.

Then, twenty minutes later, Lucy called.

Herself and Kipps were going to stay the night and get the train back in the morning.

So you and Lockwood were left alone.

Together.

Again.

By 6 o’clock in the evening, you and Anthony had eaten dinner and you were preparing the fire as he finished up some research on the current case.

Only, as the fire started producing heat and warming up the house, you popped in a VHS tape of Christmas in Connecticut. It had been right at the very back of the collection - it probably hadn’t seen the light of day since it was first played.

The Title Credits began to roll just as Lockwood entered.

“Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About…the last couple of days.”

You went to speak as you stood up but Lockwood hurried forward to stand in front of you, in the hopes you would remain standing in your place and not leave the room.

“Please. Just…I feel like I’ve been going crazy. I understand this whole thing is completely unconventional. I mean, most people start out with a first date and we just jumped straight to the wedding.”

“You’re idea, might I add. Even that we didn’t do.”

Lockwood cracked a smile for a moment but he didn’t want you to try and divert what he was going to ask.

“I just…I want to ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“And I want you to answer it. Truthfully.” Lockwood clarified. “And I don’t want you to divert or try to run away from me. At least for the next five minutes,” he added when he saw your eyes flick to the hallway.

“Okay,” you eventually agreed.

“The other night, you told me you could barely lie to yourself. What did you mean by that?”

“Tony…”

“Please.” The warmth of the fire reflected itself in Lockwood’s eyes as he pleaded with you. “Please…I just need to know.”

You tried your hardest to shut off the memories of June and her Blackmail.

Two Weeks.

Two weeks you had, to tell him the truth.

“You really don’t want to, Tony. Please, can we just forget I ever said it?”

“No.”

He surprised you. You knew he could be stubborn, but it was rare he pushed this hard on a subject with you.

“What Aunt Vi said before. What I said before, about being happy. I meant it. Every word. And everything I told Aunt Vi and June about watching George teach you to dance…I meant every word.” Lockwood told you before taking your hand in his.

You didn’t know what to say.

What would you say?

What could you say?

“If you meant it in the way I think…I hope you meant…please,” Lockwood said, adding your name. “I just need to know.”

“Tony.”

“Please.”

Taking a breath, you tried to find the courage to look at him, though your eyes seemed to dart elsewhere every now and again.

“I…what do you want me to say? That these last couple of days have confused me more than ever? That I can’t wrap my head around what’s real and what not? Tony, before I found out you and I are married, it was clear. Everything was clear. I knew what my feelings were for you, I knew what I could keep from everyone, including myself. But now…now I can’t even do that. I know I have feelings for you, Tony. But that doesn’t matter. Because not only are you my friend, but we also work together. Any feelings that I tried to convince myself aren’t real…they won’t stop feeling real.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

You went silent, looking to his hand that grasped onto yours.

“Because I’m in love with you and I need to know if you feel the same.”

Looking him in the eye, Anthony got the confirmation he needed.

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you dancing with George. And, even though the whole marriage thing was accidental, I can’t lie…it took everything in me to not go against calling the lawyer. And when I was dancing with you in the square…it was like everything I had wished for.”

“What if it doesn’t work out?”

“We’ve stuck together this long, even before we got married.”

You cracked a smile and laughed, “Yeah, that’s true.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

Trying to hide his smile, Lockwood kept hold of your hand before lowering himself onto one knee.

Saying your full name, along with his surname, which sent butterflies-in-a-tornado all around your stomach, Anthony Lockwood asked you;

“Will you stay married to me for as long as you love me?”

You smiled, “Yes, Tony. I will remain married to you.”

With a grand smile, Tony stood and kissed you, pulling you in closer than ever.

After a moment, the back of your legs hit the sofa and he lowered you down carefully before quickly joining you, the kiss breaking just enough for the both of you to catch a breath.

A week later, June received a professional wedding photo of both you and Anthony in the back garden where Lucy had decorated the place in fairy lights and different whimsical pieces that made the entire day feel like it was plucked out of a book.

On that same morning of you preparing her letter, Lockwood came into the study, wrapping his arms around your shoulders before kissing your cheek and resting his head on yours.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending June confirmation that her Blackmail worked.”

“What?”

“She knew. She knew the whole thing was fake, well…kinda.”

“I beg your bloody pardon?”

You laughed a little at his reply before watching him pull up a seat to be next to you. “She knew. The second morning she was here, I found her in the kitchen. She knew about the whole thing. But she knew I loved you. And she knew you loved me.”

“And the blackmail?”

“I had two weeks to tell you the truth, or else she’d tell Violet.”

“Wow. I knew she could be tough but I’d have thought she would have drawn the line at blackmail.”

“And now I’m sending her confirmation.”

“Okay.” Lockwood kissed you twice before standing up. “Cup of tea and some toast.”

“Love some.”

“Okay.” Lockwood smiled before coming back and kissing you once again.

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spectershaped · 2 years

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OK I finished Chaos;head. I guess? AFAIK there are basically three “routes” and I got all three, so I guess that’s how it goes (the ending is kind of...open-ended)

Well, there’s a lot of good bits in the game, but... probably not one of my favorites. Some of its ideas deserved a little more digging (or maybe more time in the oven), some of them are just kind of...gratuitously edgy (didn’t enjoy reading all of the New Gen homicides from a first person victim POV!) and I wish the girls were more fleshed out juuust a bit (I imagine that’s what C;H NOAH is for but that one sure doesn’t have a full English translation patch yet) in a way that would solidify the gap between Takumi’s otaku-brained ideas of human relationships and reality

I think CH is a bit of an odd duck thematically speaking because Takumi is very much a weirdo whose mental health and whose conception of reality has been slowly warped by otaku culture and social anomie, but the thing is. this IS a game that uses the delusion gimmick to give you lots of weird fanservicey CGs of teenage girls and also has a toggle where you can have them all wear underwear. So it feels like they wanna have their cake and eat it too

The game does the sci-fi horror stuff pretty well, and I think there’s some interesting thematic connections with reality and simulations and socially constructed realities but I’m not really much of a media critic so I can’t really say whether it congeals properly into a full picture. Maybe I’ll give this series a spin again - can’t judge their first shot too harshly, eh!

Also, because I love looking up the kinda stuff people do with this meme:

#vi mumbles #the vi digest #chaos;head #sure I'll tag that. maybe throw my little voice into the void. whatevs

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Southern warthog Phacochoerus africanus sundevallii

Observed by simben, CC BY-NC-ND

Warthogs Phacochoerus spp. are very unusual pigs, and a lot of their strangeness is related to their specialist diet - they are almost exclusively grass-eaters. They graze on grass most of the year, eat grass seed at the end of the rainy season, and during the driest times of year, it is the rhizomes of grass - not tubers or bulbs- that they dig up with their especially-stiffened nasal discs. Apart from the occasional small animal or bit of carrion - typical meaty supplements in the diets of herbivores - grass is essentially their only food; they will even eat partially-digested grass from the stomach and intestines of other grazers killed by predators.

The posture taken by the adult warthog in the foreground of this photo is the typical grazing position of warthogs, another unique feature of their grass-eating lifestyle. Their wrist joints are reinforced with toughened pads so they can "kneel" like this and feed on short grass. This behavior is not seen in other pigs; a captive bushpig Potamochoerus larvatus raised with warthogs "was occasionally seen to kneel in the same manner [...] but once in this position it was clearly perplexed about what to do next and neither rooted nor grazed and soon stood up."

The quote, and much of the information above, is referenced from:

Cumming, DHM. 2013. Phacochoerus africanus Common Warthog. pp. 54-60 in J Kingdon and M Hoffmann (eds.), Mammals of Africa Volume VI: Hippopotamuses, Pigs, Chevrotain, Giraffes, Deer and Bovids. Bloomsbury.

On that note, I'll take a second to plug the book. If you have the ability to acquire a copy (physical, or, like me, scrounged-up PDF) of Mammals of Africa, do it. It's a six-volume set covering all known non-cetacean mammals of mainland Africa at the time of writing. It is an invaluable reference packed with extremely-thorough observations and field data, and in addition to being a great reference tool filled with Kingdon's beautiful and vivacious illustrations, I find the articles in it to be a very pleasant, fascinating read.

#Phacochoerus africanus sundevallii #southern warthog #Suidae #pig #Africa #South Africa #KwaZulu-Natal #juvenile #keep reading

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wannab-urs · 5 months

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 27

Howdy folks!

It's so lovely to be back to reading fic again AHHHH!! I'm still taking it easy and not putting too much pressure on myself. I'm also switching to not reading a series until it's finished and not recommending a series until I've finished it, which is a good motivation for... ya know... finishing it. I have a brand new TBR system on Notion that's working out super well for me and making it easier than ever to keep up with the spreadsheet and what I want to read.

Anywho, I've got 15 fics for you this week. If you wanna peruse my other fic recs click here. If you wanna read my fics, click here.

Recs under the Baby Pedge <3

Tender is the Night - Frankie one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Your husband comes home from a trip to South America and the future of your family is up in the air.

Tags: unprotected PIV sex, angst, reader has given birth but is otherwise undescribed. mention of childbirth but not described, big feelings

Good Girls are Quiet - Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: At the Outlander Club on Coruscant, you try to help Din capture a bounty. But when the bounty makes a move what belongs to Din, that just won’t do. Din takes you a sleazy motel after and shows you just who you belong to.

Tags: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Din is an apostate, bounty gets handsy with you, possessive!Din, light canon typical violence, brat taming, reader gets “punished”, rough oral sex (M receiving), slapping, cum eating, nipple play, knife kink, riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade, daddy kink, helmet comes off, spitting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart), pet names (good girl), no use of y/n

Vis-à-vis - Frankie one shot by @hier--soir

Summary: your bedroom window offers a direct view into your cute neighbour's apartment. as time goes by, you two start looking for each other through the glass. shy glances become desperate, needy glimpses into each other's lives until one day, you finally make contact.

Tags: neighbour!frankie, some serious exhibitionism, naked window neighbour behaviour, a mild obsession between two strangers, mutual masturbation, brief piv sex between reader and an OC [while frankie watches of course], very little actual foreplay, unprotected piv sex, a hint of possessive!frankie, come eating, getting fucked in a short little sundress yahtzee, two* people that need to be thrown in horny jail [three* if you include me]

A Bird in Your Teeth - Joel series by @sempersirens

Summary: since moving into the neighborhood a couple of years ago, you've become close with the miller family. as a young woman living alone joel is protective of you, and he intends to show you how much so.

Tags: neighbor!joel, age gab: reader is early to mid 20s, joel early 30s, no outbreak, allusion to SA, reference to past SA, trauma, nightmares, PTSD, graphic violence, torture/revenge, sweet, tender smut, mentions of past trauma, fluff, alcohol

coming under the christmas tree - Frankie one shot by @undercoverpena

Summary: The way he whispers your name should be a sin—it coating the air, making each letter feel important, essential—as your hands find his belt, undoing it, the sound cutting through all else, even burying a whispered expletive that falls from his tongue. “Do you know how hot you look right now, Morales?”

Tags: explicit. 18+. smut. literal porn from me. oral (m recieving), p in v, praise (jo has a thing, run with it), frankie being gorgeous, minor cock worship, christmas themes.

I'm here - Marcus Pike one shot by @davnittbraes

Summary: Sweet angel baby Marcus Pike is actually one hell of a dom

Tags: reader is described as being in a long term previous relationship, smut (piv, unprotected, oral f!receiving), angst, fluff, description of disgustingly cliché meet-cute, established relationship, mentions of past abusive relationship, anxiety, big beefy cuddly dogs, light BDSM, breathplay, like HEAVY breathplay to some people, physical restraint, Dom/Sub dynamics, Soft!Dom Marcus, Sub!Reader, Praise kink out the wazoo

Don't drink the punch - Dave York one shot by @wildemaven

Summary: You attend the CIA holiday christmas party

Tags: insecurities, jealousy, holiday party antics, mentions of food and alcohol, office gossip, smut (unprotected p in v, fingering, orgasms), there’s no mention of it but reader is on BC, Dave is divorced from Carol, Soft and Sweet Dave, let’s say this is AU and no murdering is happening (or that at least reader is not aware of), reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress with heels and lingerie, otherwise zero descriptive features for reader

Caught Kissing Santa - Dave York one shot by @wildemaven

Summary: Alice saw you kissing Santa Claus

Tags: reader is married to Dave and stepmom to his kids, mentions of food and drinks, non-religious Christmas celebrations and Santa beliefs, alluding to sexy time but no smut, kissing, mentions reader is wearing pajama pants, fluff, soft Dave, one use of ‘good girl’.

Be a Good Boy for Mommy - Frankie one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Frankie cums without your permission. You decide to punish him.

Tags: F!Reader, dom/sub, mommy kink, whipping, edging, oral sex (F receiving), handjob (but not to completion), Frankie whimpering!!, uncircumcised!Frankie, pet names (princesa), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, no use of y/n

Between Blurred Lines - Joel one shot by @livingemkayde

Summary: joel miller has always been...there. never different, always sporting a brooding scowl etched into his handsome face. he's your best friend sarah miller's dad, arguably worse, your dad's long time buddy. things are never different. not until this summer. not until now.

Tags: smut, unprotected pinv, fingering f! receiving, cockwarming (!?!?!?) uhh dom!joel, significant age gap, dad's best friend mixed with some best friends dad (?!!?!?!?)

Come a Little Closer - Joel one shot by @hyzer34

Summary: After babysitting Sarah for the weekend Joel shows you his appreciation in more ways than one.

Tags: no outbreak, younger/domestic joel miller, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), little bit of softdom but not really?, praise kink, multiple orgasms, joel is PACKING and he knows it, no use of y/n, like always if i missed anything please let me know!

Room 77 - Joel one shot by @chaotic-mystery

Summary: It was a great plan at first to carpool with Joel & have him drive to your dad’s vacation house, until it wasn’t.

Tags: one bed trope!, age gap (readers like mid 20s Joel’s like early 50s idk) mean Joel at first, sloppy sleepy sex, reader be havin those daydreams about Joel, spitting, choking, unprotected sex, slight fingering, cream pie, cockwarming, dirty talkkk, slight use of the name daddy, pet names.

Bluffing Season - Frankie one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Frankie Morales is your next door neighbor of the worst kind. To put it simply, you two can’t stand each other. But when his girlfriend breaks up with him right before the holidays he asks you to be his fake date for Christmas, not wanting to go home to his family single yet again. You reluctantly say yes and as you spend time you realize he’s not as terrible as you once thought.

Tags: reader is a baker, two years post Triple Frontier, slow burn, enemies to lovers, fake dating, jealousy, made up lore for Frankie/his family tree, reader lowkey got mommy issues (just a shitty family in general), drinking, mentions of drugs, food/eating, Frankie describing his trauma, some Spanish used, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names (cariño), sort of ambiguous time skips, Frankie is either a Libra or a Scorpio!!, no use of y/n

White Christmas - Dieter one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: You and Dieter decide to escape the push and pull of your families for the holiday.

Tags: oral sex f receiving, unprotected PIV, tummy riding, cumshot, cum eating, inappropriate use of a santa hat, bad family dynamics, face sitting, reader is comfortable wearing lingerie but is otherwise undescribed.

Fluffer - Dieter one shot by @proxima-writes

summary: fluffer - noun - someone on a pornographic film set that keeps a male performer’s penis erect in between scenes. You’re a production assistant on the set of an adult film starring Dieter Bravo, who mistakes you for his fluffer.

Tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), porn star AU, dub con - mistaken identity, oral sex - female receiving, face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, squirting.

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