#duncan shepherd idea

[jbaileyfansite]

As it charts a new course for the franchise, Jurassic World Rebirth also promises some other callbacks to the original Jurassic Park. Bailey hints that his paleontologist, Dr. Henry Loomis, has a history with Sam Neill’s intrepid character. “I’ve always wanted to make Dr. Alan Grant proud,” the actor says. “You’ll have to wait and see to see what sort of link there is between them.”

His professorial hero is a contrast to Bailey’s recent breakthrough role as Fiyero in Wicked, a less-than-intellectual character who scoffs at the library and kicks books aside in his signature song “Dancing Through Life.” Dr. Loomis would be aghast. Bailey says his Rebirth character “reinforces big, cerebral, and emotional arguments about the natural world and how we as humans live our lives.”

Unlike the others, he’s not combat-ready, however, which places him at extra risk on the Island of Misfit Dinosaurs. He may be a little too fascinated by them, and not guarded enough as he guides the team toward harvesting the dinosaurs’ genetic material. “His strengths are his compassion and enthusiasm and hunger for the natural world,” Bailey says. “That’s his brilliance and that’s also his downfall.”

Speaking of extracting DNA, the new film does this with Spielberg himself, who serves as an executive producer on Rebirth. “To me, it’s like a heist movie that meets all the films of Steven Spielberg I loved growing up,” Edwards says. “The three films we were orbiting were Jaws, Indiana Jones, and the awe and wonder of the original Jurassic.”

Bailey’s character channels Dr. Jones in one sequence set on a towering cliff, when he tries to extract fluid from the eggs of some flying dinosaurs who are said to be the size of fighter jets. The egg is about the same size as the golden idol from the opening sequence of Raiders of the Lost Ark (which was the first of many movies Marshall made with Spielberg.) “The original script just referenced the nest in a cliff and I really felt like we’re in Central America, and I like the idea that there was an old civilization here at one point,” Edwards said. Instead of a cave, he made the setting “an Inca-style old temple that had been abandoned hundreds of thousands of years ago. Inevitably, the second you do that, you’re suddenly going, ‘This is very Indiana Jones.’”

Bailey points out that the relationship between the three leads mirrors another monstrous Spielberg classic about a killer shark. “Much like in Jaws, you see how three people react to the same extreme level of survival,” he says. His Dr. Loomis is like Richard Dreyfuss’s bookish oceanographer; Johansson is the battle-hardened leader like Roy Scheider’s police chief, Martin Brody; and Ali’s Duncan Kincaid, a black-ops logistics expert who shepherds them into the island, has elements of Robert Shaw’s grizzled seafarer Quint.

New image of Jonathan Bailey as Dr. Henry Loomis and him talking about his character in Jurassic World Rebirt [x]

[twosides--samecoin]

Hi!! Happy weekend! I’d love to hear about some of your ocs headcanons 🍬🌻💩 :]

Here's Jack and Olivia, 2/3 of Long Time Running's main cast - with a bonus heacanon unique to my Dogmeat! You can read the fic -> here <-

Jack Ward is my canon M!SoSu. He was a professional boxer and retired when he was conscripted for the Anchorage campaign and sent to FoB Juneau.

When Med-Tek failed, Jack pushed RJ on a vertibird destined for Vault 150 - a remote Canadian Vault that tested Duncan's illness on its residents. Two weeks later, Olivia Dallaire, my OC F!SoSu, stepped out of a vertibird and onto the hill overlooking Sanctuary and Boston. She'd be an Olympic judoka if there was still Olympics.

🍬On the topic of family: One of the themes in my fic is about the intersection and contrast between found family and adoption as well as miscommunication. Jack sees a younger version of himself in Olivia, but in a subversion of the failed-coach-training-his-actually-promising-protege trope, Jack had the title fight successes and Olivia really never will. All the same, he takes a shine to her. After meeting Father at the Institute, Jack let go of the idea of recovering his family. When he met Olivia, he felt like, "My god, this is the child Nora and I were supposed to have". Problem is, she's uh, a grown-ass 23 year-old woman. Who just immigrated to a different country and has her own trauma to unpack. And the sudden reemergence of his want to be a dad is moving faster than his ability to discuss being family with her. He faces serious role strain between his best friendship with RJ and the fatherhood he feels toward Olivia when he sees RJ differently as he begins to feel protective over her.

💩 Something ridiculous: My Dogmeat can break the fourth wall. The characters cannot hear him in the fic, but the reader can read his thoughts. One of my childhood fave movies is All Dogs Go To Heaven. The main dog is a German Shepherd, voiced by Burt Reynolds. This is how I hear him.

I was born in '94, so those 80's-90's "talking animal" genre movies were really formative for me. Anastasia, An American Tail - themes of lost family, adventure, immigration. Even RJ's story has strong Secrets of NIMH parallels. I'd reached a point where my fic felt self-serious, like it was so grounded in harsh reality and dumpster fire mental health that I forgot to have fun. Saluting Don Bluth by imagining Charlie B. Barkin and Anne-Marie the Orphan as Dogmeat and Olivia was me throwing my hands up and saying, "Fine! Fuck it! We can have fun!"

🌼 Happiness, how'd you get to be happiness: Lately, getting to know each other has been a source of happiness for both Jack and Olivia. Jack as the canon SoSu has all the problems we do when we play the game - wrangling several warring factions that all expect his presence; ignoring Father/the Institute; managing a small empire of settlements. Olivia as the SoSu of her own Vault is navigating immigration and being around people again. The heart-meltingest fluff I have published so far is father-daughter moments. Excerpt below the cut!

Long Time Running Chapter 13: Sabré Olvidar:

Jack glanced at Olivia’s marigold cable-knit sweater and jeans, rolled up at the cuffs. He realized most of her clothing from home that wasn’t her Vault suit was oversized and patched several times over. 

A deep flush of sadness erupted within. He coughed and returned to the topic of conversation. “Well, um.. What.. What do you think of the animals you let go?” 

“I just thank them for giving me a pretty view. I mean, just look at them.” She let go of their hug and stepped back. “If you look at it like this, the window makes them look like a painting.” 

She beamed at the radstag pair - four heads and too many legs. 

Jack obliged the request and stepped back. The window framed the radstags, trees and tall grasses well, like a living photograph. He appreciated the scene with the same intensity as a painting in a museum.  

He broke his gaze away and looked around at the cabin. “Well.. What brings us down here today, anyway?” he asked.

“I was thinking,” she turned away from the radstags. “Um, there wasn’t anyone here last time I visited, and there’s no one here now, and.. Y’know, it’s pretty close to town.. Does anyone own this place?” 

“Truth be told, Miss Olivia,” he replied. “I don’t think anyone’s taken interest in this cabin since the bombs fell. Doesn’t seem to me like anyone owns it.” 

She wrung her hands and shifted her weight as she looked around. “Um.. can I..” 

Jack awaited the question with patience and a smile. “Yes?”

“Can I have it? Please?” she pleaded.

His heart melted anew. Oh, Jesus, not that face, not that face. He decided to mess with her and put on an apprehensive tone. “I dunno.. It’s a big responsibility, being a homeowner..”

She hung on his every word with wide-eyed worry. 

“The cost for materials, the labor.. In this economy, too.. Ouch.” He grimaced, both to ham up the theatrics and to force his mouth away from a smile.

“I-I’ll work, I’ll get a job, I promise-” 

He could no longer keep up the act. “Oh, fine, sure. It’s yours!” 

Olivia gasped and threw her arms around Jack’s torso. Coffee spilled out of her mug with a graceful dive and landed on the floor with an audible splash.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you- Oh, I have so much work to do-” she let go of Jack and listed the repairs. “I need a door and I have to clean the fireplace and I need to find new windows and-” 

Jack beamed as she bounced around the room. Her braid whipped through the air as she tallied up her needs. Getting to know his little bundle of contradictions was fun. 

“-nails and lumber and.. And that spot on the porch that’s sagging.. I have a lot to do if I want this ready for winter.” 

“Alright, then, that settles it,” he said. “Let’s get a move on.” 

“Where to?” she asked.

“Well, like you said, winter’s on the way. Let’s get building.” 

She smiled, somehow wider than her smile already was. “Yeah! Let’s do it!”

She ran out the door and jumped off the stairs instead of walking down. “Where can we go shopping for supplies?” she asked, turning back to him.

Jack followed and took the steps as normal. “We’ll see what we have in Sanctuary before we look elsewhere. I’ll have to get you a workbench down here.” 

Olivia hopped and skipped ahead. “My own workbench, I-” 

She wasn’t watching her step and nearly tripped. 

«Tabarnak!» she swore. Olivia threw her hands up in mock-offense. “Who put this root here, eh?” 

She laughed off the transgression, tucked the stem of the hubflower behind her ear and turned her pirate smile toward Sanctuary.

Jack Ward, ol’ 111 himself, was thoroughly charmed. Miss Olivia Dallaire contained multitudes. 

Sweet, funny, capable, sensitive. A reader, a fighter, an animal-lover and an occasional jokester who stopped to smell the roses.  

He remembered the leadup to Arturo’s last title fight, when he lived at the house with Jack and Nora. 

One night in the later stages of her pregnancy, Nora laid on the couch as Arturo and Jack sat on the floor surrounded by the pieces of a yet-to-be constructed crib.

Arturo lectured their unborn child on the syntax, phonetics and style guide of French Canadian cursing.

«Esti de câlice de tabarnak!» Arturo exclaimed. "That is what we say when the baby crib is hard to build! You better like it!"

Jack wiped a tear from his cheek as he followed Olivia to Sanctuary.

Arturo would have been so proud to be your uncle. So proud.

[wonderkat11]

My ideas for Just Dance 1 Animal AU

Girls Just Want to Have Fun/Mya = Koala.

Ring My Bell/Anita = Boston Terrier.

A Little Less Conversation/Duncan = Dolphin.

Cotton Eye Joe/Lila = Mouse.

Surfin’ Bird/Leonardo = Swan.

Heart of Glass/Sam = Cat.

Womanizer/Oona = Arctic Fox.

Groove Is in the Heart/Margo = Anteater.

Jerk It Out/Cat = Owl.

I Like to Move It/Jacky = Lemur.

Hot N Cold/Shirley = Fancy Pigeon.

Mashed Potato Time/Deedee = Sheep.

Girls & Boys/Celine = Bombay.

Fame/Ella = Turtle.

Lump/Naomi = German Shepherd.

Kids in America/Pearl = Sea Lion.

Pump Up the Jam/Robin = Kangaroo.

I Get Around/Joe = Budgerigar.

Le Freak/Arielle = Flamingo.

That’s the Way (I Like It)/Albert = Coyote.

Louie Louie/Eliot = Hawk.

Funplex/Rosi = Parrot.

Jin Go Lo Ba/Angel = Papilio Ulysses.

DARE/Arpegius = Devon Rex.

Bebe/Milli = Rabbit.

Eye of the Tiger/Wendy = Baby Jaguar.

Can’t Get You Out of My Head/Kylie = Skunk.

Acceptable in the 80s/Elizabeth = Sloth.

Who Let the Dogs Out?/Max = Dog.

Wannabe/Wanda = Wallaby.

Step by Step/Ben = Macaw.

U Can’t Touch This/Pete = Lobster.

[angryzombiedelusion]

Hello people! This is a little idea I've been thinking about and I want to see if do you guys like this.

"The wailing sound of the ambulance grew distant as a nurse rushed the gurney into Saint James Infirmary. A cool breeze hit Silas's face, waking him from the sleep of deathSir, can you hear me?" the nurse called urgently, wheeling him into the emergency room. Silas's uniform was cut and covered in blood, his chest exposed. A small circular hole in his upper right pectoral muscle was stuffed with bloody gauze. His upper back, where the bullet had exited, had a gaping wound the size of a half-dollar coin.”

Silas lifted his eyes. [The] nurse's voice echoed in his ears, [though] his vision was getting blurry.

"Just hang in there!" the nurse said, holding Silas's hand tightly.

Silas nodded slowly, trying to conserve as much energy as he could, [hoping] to stop the nurse from talking to him. Getting shot [was] bound to make you more irritable, especially when your adrenaline slowly [weakened].”

As reality started to fade from Silas's mind, he [could barely discern] the world he once knew, [now] surrounded by silhouettes of people [of] various sizes and the beaming fluorescent lights of the hospital. Silas couldn't fight [how] the antiseptic fragrance[,] with its hint of apple and vinegar[,] put him at ease.”Silas's awareness slipped into a dream—or [was it] a nightmare? He was a child, around 9 years old[.] His curly strawberry hair and deep-set green eyes [caught the light] as he walked through Oak Town Square. 'Where did it all go wrong?' young Silas thought.”"The streetlights were small and dim, but they illuminated a corner ice cream shop called 'Floats.' Silas's father, Alexander, [had] always treated Silas and his mother, Maria, to ice cream almost every other week.”As the young child walked [toward] the shop, he saw a man covered in flames. The man [was] dressed casually[—]just a plain bleached-stained shirt, ripped jeans that had also been bleached, and old western brown boots with rusty spur straps.”The man's diamond-shaped face showed no pain; in fact, he seemed indifferent to the flames as they danced around his body. Young Silas approached closer, his eyes [growing] puffy.

'Dad...' Silas said nervously, his throat [turning] dry from the heat.”"Alexander just smiled at his son—that reassuring smile that [Silas] missed so much.

'Don't be afraid, boy!' he exclaimed proudly. The smoke and [crackling] fire surrounding Alexander intensified, making Silas slowly back away[,] [his] sweat from [his] forehead and palms [turning to steam].”Life is going to burn you, son,' he said somberly before the fire and ash consumed him completely.

Silas's heart [pounded] like a frightened rabbit's as the air [grew] thicker and blacker.”The ashes nearly blinded him as he [realized] he was no longer a child, but his adult self in uniform. It was hot... too hot and humid. Silas could usually handle the heat, even in his police uniform, but his bulletproof vest [weighed] him down, making it harder to move.”As the ashes and soot shifted, they sparked two flames[—]one becoming his resentful mother Maria, and the other his teary-eyed ex-fiancée Bailey, who had cheated on him.”

His mother still had those bitter eyes stained with resentment.

'What are you looking at, boy?' she snarled. The smoke from the fire [grew] suffocating"'That badge doesn't mean a damn thing—you can't save anybody,' she exclaimed coldly. 'Unlike your father, he's more of a man than you,' she smirked.

Silas's [deep green] eyes [grew] puffy as a faint tear fell [down] his cheek, the heat so intense it dried [the tear] instantlyThe second flame was Bailey Duncan, his ex-fiancée who had cheated on him with her ex-boyfriend Connor Shepherd, a former drug addict. Bailey [stood] sobbing, muttering 'I'm so sorry' to Silas, her tears [igniting] the ground [beneath herSilas's heart raced as both fires spread rapidly toward him. His breathing [grew] shallow, his pupils [shrinking]. Sweat dripped from every part of his body. The closer they got, the louder the crackling of the flames became. Silas's heart raced as both fires spread rapidly toward him. His breathing [grew] shallow, his pupils [shrinking]. Sweat dripped from every part of his body. The closer they got, the louder the crackling of the flames became.The flames faded as Silas opened his eyes, reality slowly coming back into focus. Three familiar faces greeted him: Keith Judd, his corporal, a veteran officer who always carried himself with quiet authority; Harrison Forsythe, his supervisor and closest friend on the force; and Eleanor Lamb, a serious-faced officer known for her sharp attention to detail.”"Keith removed his thick-rimmed reading glasses, carefully marking his place in 'War or Death?'—a historical novel about betrayal and consequences. As he set the book down on Silas's bed, the fluorescent lights caught the silver in his hair, making him look older than his years.”"'How do you feel, boy?' Keith asked, his firm tone masking concern.

'Like... hell,' Silas replied groggily, the nightmare's flames still flickering behind his eyes.

The fluorescent lights stuttered overhead, casting unsteady shadows. In the quiet room, only the hum of lights and that persistent apple-scented antiseptic reminded Silas he was truly awake.”"'You know you're really a tough son of a bitch, Silas,' Keith said, 'but also a damn fool. Forgot to secure your vest, didn't you?'

Silas's deep green eyes clouded with confusion as he tried to remember. 'Like hell, sir. I always—'

'Save it, man,' Harrison interrupted, his usual playful tone absent.”Silas tried to sit up, but Harrison gently pressed his shoulder back down onto the bed.

'Don't strain yourself, man. It's my job to pull the crazy stunts, remember?' Harrison chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Keith shot Harrison a cold glare. Eleanor's expression darkened—this was exactly why she questioned Harrison's position as supervisor. Catching their looks, Harrison suddenly found the window view fascinating.”"Eleanor turned her attention to Silas, her professional demeanor softening. 'Do you remember anything?' she asked quietly.

Silas shook his head, his deep green eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. 'The only thing I remember was getting out of my patrol unit and then...' He winced. 'BAM! Everything went black.'”"Keith's expression hardened as he tucked his book away, settling at the foot of Silas's bed.

'The forensics team says your body cam data was corrupted,' he said carefully, studying Silas's reaction. 'They're working to recover it, but it'll take time.' He paused, choosing his next words deliberately. 'I'm also reviewing your laptop from the cruiser... just in case.'”Silas's eye twitched—a tell he'd never managed to control. 'What do you mean? Sir, you know I'm not going to do anything stupid!' The words came out sharper than he intended.

'I know,' Keith replied, his tone gentler but still firm. 'But I've seen this stuff before, and I need to be thorough. Understand?'

Silas nodded weakly, moisture gathering in his deep green eyes. After a moment, he asked quietly, 'Who's taking me home? I'm not calling my mother.'”"Harrison quickly volunteered—a relief, since Silas had listed him as primary contact months ago. The thought of his mother showing up now would only add misery to injury.

Before he could sink back into his thoughts, the nurse from earlier returned—the loud one with the gentle hands.

'Mr. Lafayette?' Her voice carried that peculiar mix of softness and authority unique to veteran nurses. 'I'm Nurse Heart. Let's get you dressed and go over Doctor Page orders.'”"Keith rose slowly, his joints protesting audibly. 'Getting too old for these hospital chairs,' he muttered, then turned to Eleanor. 'I'm riding with you, Lamb. For the love of God, don't kill us.'

Eleanor shook her head, offering Silas a small wave as she moved toward the door.

'We'll check on you once you're settled at home,' Keith said, his gruff tone barely masking his concern. 'Take care of yourself, son.'

'I'll be in the lobby,' Harrison added quietly, following the others out."As his coworkers' footsteps faded down the hall, the pain medication began to take hold. Silas barely registered Nurse Heart  presence as she helped him into the clothes Harrison had brought. The room seemed to move in slow motion, reality blurring at the edges.

His gaze drifted to the darkened TV screen, its black surface reflecting two things: what he'd become and what his mother had always hated. In the dim reflection, he could make out the angry stitches along his temple, and Nurse Love's careful movements as she helped him with his shorts and socks.

One thought kept circling in his drug-hazed mind, echoing from his childhood nightmare: 'Where did it all go wrong?'

The answer, he knew now, was still waiting for him. In flames. In ashes. In whatever came next.”

In a wheelchair Silas was wheeled out of Saint James infirmary weakly  waving at cameras and news crew who scream and shout for a comment “bastards” Silas said in his head in his drugged up state. As nurse Heart and Harrison help Silas up into his cruiser. Silas became hot and dizzy a bit from all the flashes; the flashes were soon short lived as his cruiser dark tents blocked them off a bit as Harrison speedily drove off the hospital lot.

It was around 102° degrees on this 4th of July day. “Yeah life burns alright” Silas thought silently in his head. Harrison, his supervisor and friend in the South Carolina Oak County Police Department, helped a sweating Silas up the stairway to his apartment.

"Harry, it's fine. I don't need your help!" Silas exclaimed, panting.

"Bullshit, man. You got shot in the chest and grazed in the head," Harrison retorted.

The sunlight beat down on the officers' bodies, turning their fair complexions a reddish pink. Silas's green eyes focused on his apartment door. In a few more steps, Silas meekly reached into his pocket to fish out his keys. Harrison wiped the sweat off his forehead as Silas proceeded to turn the knob, entering his apartment.

The cool air hit their faces as Silas slowly walked towards his two-piece sofa he had purchased two months ago. Harrison watched as Silas gingerly sat down, wincing in pain.

"You don't mind if I relax here for a minute?" Harrison asked while going through Silas's kitchen for a cold water bottle.

Silas carefully peeled off the bandage on his head, which was slipping due to his sweat from the heat. It revealed an angry red graze along the side of his head. He gingerly touched his right pectoral, where the bullet had entered before exiting through his upper back. The concussion from the head wound left him feeling dizzy and nauseous.

"Damn, Silas. You're lucky to be alive," Harrison muttered, handing him the water bottle.

Silas groaned as the side of his head started to show signs of healing. He took the water bottle placed next to himself on the couch while Harrison sat down to chug his water down.

"When will this medicine kick in?!" Silas groaned. Harrison shrugged as he sat up. The cold apartment was filled with dread... a dread that even the hot sun rays couldn't pierce the room with its light. 

"Look man... I don't know how to say it but the higher ups want you gone..." Harrison sheepishly said.

Silas adrenaline kicked in or was it the prescribed medication that he was taking? Either way his green eyes focus on Harrison. "for what? getting shot!?" Silas said, perplexed at the situation. "Is Kieth trying to get rid of me?" Silas added. 

"no, Kieth has been there for you, Silas, it's just the people that are above Keith." Harrison replied "they were horrified from your body cam footage" he added.

Silas was puzzled. Was it a concussion? or the drugs? that made him forget that his body cam was on? "What do you mean? I turned on my body camera after I got out of my cruiser." Silas struggled at the thought of the event.

Harrison took out his phone, Sila's heart started to beat at a fast rate. his hands began to Tremble as Harrison passed the phone over to him.

Silas finger hovered over the play button, the medication now entering his bloodstream he without anticipation presses it. as the video played sounds of muffled yelling can be Heard. Silas heard himself getting frustrated while Harrison looked over with concern. "FUCKING PICK UP! YOU STUPID BITCH!". "AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU!?" Silas in the video added. in real time Silas gave Harrison his phone back, he wanted to throw the phone across the room but that would make his situation worse. now gripped with the stain of misery he looked down at himself disgusted by what he saw. Harrison placed his hand on Sila's good shoulder "look man that break up with Bailey really messed you up" Harrison said. Silas was still in a state of confusion and shock.. Why did he call Bailey? Silas looked over and saw the boxes of Bailey things she left behind. The sight of her boxes made his blood hot.. you can see his skin turn a bit red with frustration… “that woman” he said to himself as it clicked in his drugged up and heated state that he called her to pick up her remaining things. She was so forgetful that she forgot to wear her engagement ring.

“You need help man,” Harrison said softly albeit bluntly . Silas with tears dripping from his cheeks. He  looked at the box full of Bailey’s things as the scent of her made Silas' tears flow even more. “I know,” he said sheepishly. “First my parents are blowing up my phone and now the women I loved…. Is gone” he added. 

Harrison looked at silas with a mix of pity and confusion. Parents? ever  since silas joined the force he said that his parents died. “Wait I thought you said-” Harrison said but was cut off by silas, slowly wiping his tears away, “ they're dead to me…” Silas finished. Harrison was taken back by his sharp response. Harrison got up looking down at the wounded and damaged officer and friend, “Silas, Kieth and I Promise upper management to not release the footage as long as you see Athena” Harrison said firmly. 

Silas looked up at Harrison, his eyes matching his. “Your wife?” he asked, his stomach turning in knots. “Harry, I don't feel comfortable about this–” Silas was interrupted by harrison. “What choice do you have!?” Harrison said, walking to the door. “Plus you're doing me a favor, you know next week I told you I've hired some people to help move some of her things to her office near our house,” Harrison added. “So I will just be your wife's bodyguard?” Silas replied leaning back on his couch feeling tired. As Harrison opened up the door he sighed as the heat was still present. “Well you are the godfather of our child” Harrison heartily said. “I have to get back to work. Just meet her at our  house next wednesday, i will text you later. Harrison said as he looked back with a faint smile before leaving. 

Silas looked at the ceiling, he was sad and he couldn't do anything about his sadness. He's pissed but he can’t go grab his gun because Keith, his corporal, confiscated it. All silas can do is just look up hoping and waiting…waiting and hoping to fall asleep…forever

Across town there is a woman, a woman with copper red hair, green beautiful eyes and red bloody lips that were gorgeous. The woman was reading a book, the behavior of organisms by B.F Skinner. “To think he did all of this with rats is amazing of himself” the woman paused a bit to sip a bit of her honey tea. “Rats ... .rats..” she repeats to herself. The woman chuckled a bit as she shakes her head in disgust. “Rats are a no go but humans on the other hand are different,” she said to herself. The redhead lady heard a buzz on her phone, signing as a bit as she had to move her pregnant stomach a bit since she just got comfortable. She picks it up “hello dear heading home!?” She asked sweetly. “Yeah I was coming from Silas house” Harrison responded. Silas oh that name gave her shivers down her spine… her entire expression of curiosity now plague utter sadness. “Yeah Silas got shot honey and look the police force is about to fire him because of his body cam” Harrison said somberly over the phone. Athena placed her hand on her pregnant stomach smiling as she got a little interested. “What happened”? She asked. “You remember his ex fiancee cheated on him well he was calling her and was going insane, in that commotion he accidentally turned on his body camera and then after that he was shot by someone in a gray grand prix.” Harrison replied. Athena now mustered up a worried sound “ oh that's tragic isn't it…” Athena said, still looking at her pregnant stomach. “Which is why thenie, I wanted to see can you help the police department out with him” Harrison asked sheepishly. Athena heart skipped a beat .. alone with that monster? It sounds like he gave the wrong person a ticket and is now paying the consequences in her point of view as she thought “I'm guessing your department mental health cases are stacked?” Athena asked.. “yeah… your basically my only hope. The department really doesn't want to fire him but obviously this can never happen again is what they are thinking right now” Harrison said. Athena was silent and her mind traced back to what she said earlier “rats”....oh she hates rats and rather deal with people or humans…. “Fine I will do it, but only for you Harry, just tell him wednesday at 12:00 pm ” she responded sweetly. Even on the phone Harrison was excited that things worked out better than he expected or too expected. As the two share there little love goodbye Athena stood up and went to her desk drawer pulling out a Ruger revolver that her step dad gave to her. She smiled softly at the gun as the reflection of her smiled back crookedly.

[hecohansen31]

I am watching “Dinasty” (a good level of trash+Fallon Carrington, can she be my sugar mommy? 🤔🤣) and I have had three ideas about a possible “Dinasty AU”, one of which is already partially written down.

Since you all liked “Relief for the stress”, meaning you might want more Duncan (I have also other ideas don’t worry! 😉), I thought that you might also like:

1) Fallon Carrington’s secretary catching Duncan Shepherd’s eyes (partially written, would be a mutlichapter! 🔥).

2) (SPOILER OF “DINASTY”) Reader and Duncan pulling a “Liam and Fallon” meaning that Duncan asks reader (paying her) to fake marrying him in order for him to avoid a scandal and they end up liking each other more than they thought.

3) Sugar Daddy! Duncan and Sugar Mommy! Fallon taking care of Babygirl! Reader.

So let me know what you think about each idea and which you would like to see first or if you think they would be nice for a one shot!

See you soon, lovelies!

-Heco Hansen 🌻✨

[celestialrequiem]

In Progress/Coming Soon!

So @guiltyfiend and @instincts-baby are incredible writers who inspired me to start writing ❤️❤️ I already have some concepts in mind 🥰,  I personally never would’ve thought to be part of a fandom again at the age of 23, (the last fandom I was in was true crime and KPOP, and both were toxic LMAO) and I never in my life thought I would ever write fanfics but here we are. Lol. Thank you to Carissa and Dana who made me believe that there are great & amazing fanfic writing, you truly inspired me with the fictional worlds you have created and blessed this fandom!

Here are my concepts so far. :-)

1-Apollo and Daphne (Michael is Apollo and Reader is Daphne) inspired by Greek Mythology. I wanted to do Hades and Persephone but that’s been done before by great writers!! (@7-wonders and @rainbowxmisa check them out!) (will possibly be a one shot!)

2-  Celestial Requiem (In Progress, Chapter 1 will be done soon!) It is a period/historical fic. Soft Dark!Michael is a hunter, who falls in love with Zeus’s naive and pure daughter (a nymph). Michael works for Zeus! (It will be multiple chapters!) This concept was inspired by one of my favourite collages by Max Ernest called “Approaching Puberty” and inspired by Greek Mythology (again)  lol. This will be dedicated to @guiltyfiend and @instincts-baby 🥰 

3- Kubrick Characters as the Cody boys, (this will be headcanons) This is self-indulgent tbh because I am a Kubrick hoe LOL. (I will be mentioning “Eyes Wide Shut by @guiltyfiend” obviously because she made me (or us?) haha envision Michael fitting in that world!/film!) This also might be the first thing I finish, because it’s headcanons. Lol. 

4- Based in the 60s, Dark!Duncan Shepherd is a corrupt Sheriff who falls in love with a waitress working at a diner (inspired by one of my favourite shows Twin Peaks...I am whore for David Lynch okay)  Duncan probably has a housewife/misogyny kink  👀. (It’s the 60s duh, his character will be like Don Draper from Mad Men) 

5- Opera (inspired by Phantom of the opera and Opera by Dario Argento) Serial Killer Michael! is an obsessed fan who kidnaps ballet reader and holds her hostage at the opera (I started working on it, probably will be a one shot) 

I am planning to continue writing once I finish my finals!

If you guys are interested in a particular one let me know 🥰(pick a number)

Thank you !

honourable mentions to other writers who inspired me Ashe, Eva and Jocelyn! ❤️❤️ @sojournmichael  @jimmason @michaellangdonstanaccount love your work each one of you! ​

[babyboy-cody]

What about jealous Duncan 😳 over reader cause she is spending too much time with Micheal and cockwarming him while using his laptop so you hear her whimpering and Duncan is extremely jealous that she doesn’t want to spend time with him and if you want to add angst you can :-)

oh.. oh yes. this. this right here. this is art.

It was a very late night. The snow outside wasn’t letting up and sent a chill throughout the house. The sun had begun setting during 5 in the evening. It would always create beautiful warm colors in the sky; hues of orange, pink, sometimes purple. Winter was your absolute favorite season of all due to reasons like these. You adored how bright the atmosphere would get when the sun reflects from the blankets of snow. On some days, you could've sworn that the snow was sparkling. Winter also gave Michael an excuse to use the newly installed fireplace, which you both used almost every night. It also gave you an excuse to make passionate love with him. If only Duncan was home to experience it as well.

Tonight was like no other. Duncan had been away on yet another business meeting while you and Michael stayed home. You deeply missed Duncan in more ways than one; the way his scruff felt against your skin, the way his cologne overwhelmed your nostrils, the way his lips would turn into a smug grin when he was able to get you to blush, the way he would let out a loud groan when he did that type of stretch, and more. Michael and Duncan were so different from each other that you all completed one another and connected as if you've been long lost soulmates for centuries. Because of the polar opposites, your relationship has been incredibly strong and just the definition of perfection. However, you can feel it slowly come apart.

With Duncan away the entire day on his business trip, you had become so needy to the point of almost bursting into tears. You loved Michael so dearly. You looked at him as if he hung the moon and the stars. If he asked you to jump, you'd ask how high. But you missed Duncan, so very much. Michael could tell instantly. He can sense your emotions and it's incredibly overwhelming. He can almost feel your heartache and your devastation. He's not sure why, but he's beginning to come to a realization that the polyamorous relationship is slowly coming apart.

"Sweetheart?" Michael knocks lightly on your door and pushes it open gently when you call back in a small, barely there voice. When he steps inside, his heart nearly breaks at the sight. You’re sat on the ground with your back pressed against the front of your bed. You're holding a scrapbook you made for your three year anniversary on your lap with Duncan's old college sweater engulfing your body.

"Hi," you softly said and looked up at him with red rimmed eyes, glasses placed sloppily on your nose. "I thought you were working on a project."

"I was," he told you and sat down beside you, looking down at the open scrapbook. "But I missed my girl and decided to check up on her."

You blushed and let out a small chuckle as you ducked your head down to brush your thumb across the corner of the book. You stared at the picture of you, Michael, and Duncan at an office party of the brunettes during the first few months of your relationship. You had worn a deep red dress with a black shawl and black heels that made your head come up an inch over their shoulders. Duncan was wearing his signature dark and mysterious outfit, which consisted of dark slacks, a black shirt, and his favorite black leather jacket. Michael wore one of his gorgeous and expensive dark velvet suits and both men looked absolutely handsome and rich. To say the least, every single man and woman was jealous of you three.

"Remember how shit-faced drunk you were at the end of the night," Michael chuckled and pointed at the picture. "We both had to carry you out."

"Oh God," you groaned and covered your face with embarrassment. "Don't remind me. That was the worst night of my life."

You both laughed as you turned the page again. It was quiet for a few long seconds. You shuffled closer to Michael and leaned your head against his shoulder. He turned and pressed a gentle kiss to your head. You closed your eyes and let out a tired, broken sigh.

"I miss how things used to be," you whispered.

"Me too," he whispered back, feeling that ache in his heart increase when he heard your small sniffle. “We’re gonna be okay.” But will you?

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

It’s been approximately three weeks since yours and Michael’s interaction. Since that night, your relationship has sprouted into something stronger. Your happiness has been something you haven’t felt in a while. You’re not crying every night any more. Although he works from home because of the pandemic, he still gives you endless affection and attention. It makes you feel like the first month of when you started dating. But because Michael works from home, that means Duncan works from home as well. It’s only the start of the pandemic, so you’re not sure when it’s safe to go to work again. 

Duncan hasn’t noticed how your attitude changed towards him. He seemed oblivious as always. What he did notice was how your affection grew for Michael. You were always attached to him, whether it’s when you’re cooking in the kitchen with Michael, cuddling on the sofa during a movie, or even when you’re making love. You always gravitated towards Michael, regardless of whatever situation you’re in. He was confused because everything was okay. You still spoke to him and kissed him, even if the kisses you gave him were shorter. That aching feeling in his gut intensified when he heard you whimpering in Michael’s office. The door was cracked open just a few inches; enough for Duncan to see the entirety of Michael’s desk and both you and him on the chair.

He can tell the difference between your pleasure whimpers and emotional whimpers, and these were definitely pleasure whimpers. He shuffled a little closer, and sees Michael’s head barely turn, as if his senses can locate Duncan’s spot. The blonde man knows he’s watching. Duncan can see your house dress bunched around your hips and the absence of your underwear. He can also see Michael’s trousers unbuttoned as you sit upon his lap, your face buried in his neck as he continues to type away at his laptop.

“Almost done, little one,” Michael whispers in your ear, kissing your warm cheek gently as he lightly strokes the outer part of your thigh.

“That rhymed,” you giggled and shifted your hips a little, moaning softly and leaning up to look into his warm blue eyes.

“It did, didn’t it?” He lightly chuckles and and moves closer to his desk, briefly pressing your back against the edge, as well as causing his hips to buck up into yours in the process, eliciting a sweet gasp from your lips. “My apologies,” he grins like the cocky bastard he is.

Duncan can no longer hold in this building rage that was bubbling inside of him. After days of zero attention from you and Michael, he decided it was enough to dance around the unresolved issue. He pushed the door open all the way with such force, it slammed into the wall adjacent to it. The loud noise jarred you and caused you to jump in Michael’s lap, whimpering softly from suddenly being knocked out of your soft headspace. Angry Duncan was something you always hated. Michael sat emotionless as he ignored Duncan and hushed you softy.

“When you two are done engaging in your rendezvous activities, I’d like to speak to Y/N alone,” he tells the both of you, his voice low and filled with anger and jealousy. “And don’t make me wait.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

You left Michael’s office a flustered mess. Your cheeks held a lively, rosy color in them. Your lips were a darker shade than usual. Your hair was a bit tousled, but still neatly kept because you’re that kind of person after having a fun time. And your panties? Oh boy, were they damp to the point of sticking to your achingly sensitive core. Michael assured you that everything was going to be alright, and that if you needed him during your talk with Duncan, he’d know. And so with a nervous pep in your step, you hesitatingly knocked on the door of Duncan’s bedroom, twiddling your thumbs to ease the frantic thumping of your heart in your ribcage. You looked behind your shoulder and at the closed door of Michael’s office just as Duncan’s bedroom door opened. Your head immediately shot ahead, and you briefly stared at his chest before lifting your head up to look at him.

You couldn’t read the expression on his face, but you could make out the sudden softness in his eyes when he sees you up close for the first time in a long time - but then it goes away in an instant. He steps aside and holds a long arm out to motion for you to come in. You do so without hesitation. He doesn’t close the door all the way, only leaving it open just a crack. You’re almost thankful for that. He sits in one of the cushioned chairs in the corner of his room, the one closest to the window. You remember how often you’d barge in and catch him with a book in his hand and a glass of scotch in the other, the sunlight pouring in and creating a halo of orange and yellow around him. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling a little bit. It goes away soon after when Duncan clears his throat. He rubs his scruffy jaw and sighs deeply, looking far off into the distance.

“I don’t know how to put this,” he begins to say. “Do you still love me, Y/N? Does Michael still love me?”

“Of course we do,” you say in a shocked tone as you went to go towards him, but he raised his hand to stop you in your tracks. “Why would you say such a thing, Duncan?”

He laughs humorlessly. “You know, when I was a little boy, I was often ignored by the people closest to me. I was thrown into a corner like a used toy that someone got bored of. When I was twelve years old - twelve - my mother said not one, but two words to me the entire month. I didn’t even get a fucking happy birthday. But you know what’s funny, Y/N? I still pulled through.”

You stood in silence, arms crossed over your stomach for comfort. Your mouth opened and closed to say at least something to him, but nothing came out. You were rendered speechless. Duncan took notice and let out an emotionless chuckle.

“You know, I never expected you and Michael to do the same.” He sounded so heartbroken that it nearly broke yours. “I feel like that same fucking twelve year old boy all over again.”

You cleared your throat and licked your dry lips. “The only reason I’ve gravitated towards Michael more than before is because you were barely here, Duncan. You were always away and that broke me. Michael noticed it too and he helped me feel good again. It wasn’t the same as when it was all three of us, but it was something. I was happy.”

“So you weren’t happy with me?” He asks you gruffly, not meeting your eye as he stares at his empty and neatly made bed. “I’m here now and you’re still not happy.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that, Dunc,” you whispered helplessly and shook your head. “Michael has been here the entire time, even when he does have work. He made me feel loved and wanted. I just wanted you to do the same.”

“I tried,” he snapped, eyes filling with a dark rage which caught you off guard. “And you didn’t fucking let me, Y/N. You were so caught up with whatever shit you were doing with Michael to realize.”

“You were never fucking here!” You snapped back, your voice cracking as your emotions spewed from within. “It wasn’t the fucking same, Duncan. I needed you and you weren’t here.”

He laughs. It doesn’t reach his eyes. And that’s what scared you the most. Sensing your erratic fear, Michael hurriedly exits his office and makes his way to Duncan’s bedroom. In there, he feels the tension piling onto his shoulders and it’s overwhelming. Duncan barely casts him a glance from the corner of his eyes.

“Look who joined the party,” he sarcastically replies. “The man of the hour, Michael fucking Langdon.”

“Calm down before you do something stupid and that you’ll regret,” Michael warned him, slowly stepping closer to you while keeping his eyes trained on the man in front of him, whom was slowly coming apart by the minute.

“No! Fuck you, Michael. You took her from me. You took everything from me. God, I should really hate you - both of you. But I can’t!” Duncan shouted and slammed his hand against the wall beside it, causing you to jump and gasp softly at the loud and sudden noise. “I keep trying, but nothing’s working. I’m a good fucking person. I help provide for us. Nothing is ever enough, even when I am here.”

You stood silently beside Michael, the blonde man not uttering a single word as he allows Duncan to vent and spew out these withheld emotions. He needed to do this. His unspoken demons would chew him out, and most days it would be Michael’s duty to bring him back down to earth again. You were casted out of moments like these specifically because of Duncan lashing out. His brain works faster than his mouth, so whatever he says, he won’t even realize it until after.

“I-I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” his voice cracked. He looks at you and Michael with such heartbroken eyes, rimmed red and filled with unshed tears. His face contorts into one of pain and he presses the heels of his hands into his hands. “I’m sorry I made you feel unhappy. But you have to understand that I do these things to make you happy too. And it clearly didn’t work.” Then, the tears fall. He swallows down a choked hiccup, his shoulders and chest twitching painfully to catch a breath.

A lonesome tear rolls down your flushed cheeks. You take a step towards Duncan while Michael stays motionless in the spot you left him in. When you’re standing directly in front of the broken man, you reach a hand out slowly as if he were a panicked kitten hiding in a corner and lightly touched his cheek. The feeling of your skin against his is what made him officially breakdown. He couldn’t keep his cries inside anymore. Seeing your pained eyes, feeling your warm touch, smelling your sweet scent, hearing your gentle voice whisper his name - it was enough to make him fall to his knees in defeat. You followed him and desperately pulled him into your arms, allowing his head to bury itself in your neck and shoulder. Your arms soon wrapped themselves around his trembling body as he let out gut wrenching cries.

“Please don’t leave me,” he weeped helplessly, trying to catch a breath as he heavily pants and hiccups. “I can’t lose you and Michael. I can’t be alone again.”

You hush him softly and rock him gently from side to side, all the while kissing his warm and clammy forehead. Michael quietly walked towards you both and got down on his knees as well. His arm wrapped around you from behind as his hand held the nape of Duncan’s neck. Both of yours and Michael’s touch was enough to calm the hysterical man down.

“I love you, Duncan,” you whispered in his ear, making sure not to speak louder. “We love you. And we’re not going anywhere, neither are you. We’ll fix it, okay? We always do.”

“Promise?” Duncan sniffled and leaned up to look at you in the eyes, suddenly feeling that warm sensation in his chest again like the first time he laid eyes on you. He looked at Michael and felt at ease when the blonde man gave him a look of adoration. “Do you promise, Michael?”

“I promise,” you both spoke in unison, and that was enough to make Duncan feel like everything will be back to the way it was before.

[lovelylangdonx]

So 👀 I'm writing my first smut ever.

It only took me like three years smfh.

And it's about Duncan since that's where my head's been lately.

WISH ME LUCK.

😭🤞🤞

[dyns33]

Michael, Xavier, Duncan and Jimmy (fem version again, I love fem!Jimmy) are super rock stars, carefree, who don't want a bodyguard. They are friends of course, with benefits of course, loving to have some fun together.  So their agent hires Y/N, a very cute little woman, but who is in fact a dangerous hitwoman, who knows how to fight perfectly and go unnoticed, since she looks harmless. The agent tells the group that she's their new assistant, and they adore her right away, thinking she's a lovable, fragile flower. While they are on stage, in the studio, at home, everywhere, she follows them, and she has to protect them without them knowing it. For example, after fighting and throwing a stalker out the window, she goes into the lodge, and they panic when they see her lip bleeding. Y/N pretends she fell down the stairs and they all take care of her.  Before that, Y/N was cold, and professional, and lonely, but having all this attention, this loving touch when she's always been alone, and she's a little touch starve, she doesn’t know what to do, because she likes that when she shouldn’t.  Seeing her embarrassed and intimidated convinces even morethe group that she is their sweet assistant whom they adore, and since she loves them too, Y/N has to do her job by doing everything so that they don't find out who she is, because that she doesn't know how they would react.

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Hi all! - To all our fandom ❤️

A couple babes and I were chatting and we were debating on the idea of creating a Tumblr blog which was dedicated to housing all stories from deactivated accounts, or those writers who want to to use the blog as a platform for their own. 

What we will do is form a library of Cody Fern work (if this takes off we may grow it further into all of AHS). Each writer shall be added to a masterlist available in the description and we’ll reblog work we’re tagged in too. Think of it as a one-stop for all Cody writing, but preserved.

Here’s how it works: If a blog is thinking about deactivating, they can message us and send over/tag us in any works they want to be featured on the blog or their masterlists and we will share/reblog/post them. We’ll get a big masterlist going for each writer where you can find all their work. The aim here is to NOT plagiarise or take credit for writer’s hard work, but to preserve their talent for all who loved their pieces and allow them to live on, despite no longer being on Tumblr. 

I wanted to float the idea around before going ahead and doing this to see if there would be any interest/anyone supports the idea and thinks it’s a good one. I know so many phenomenal writers who over the past year have left us and I miss their stories and their sheer talent.

Please share about and if we get some positive response we’ll go about setting it up! Also names are welcome - we are currently thinking of Avocadosarchives (if available) ❤️❤️❤️

(It will also be run by some more people but just lil old me so we can get everything)

Tagging a couple babes I know write or always give support for their view on this but please let me know even if you aren’t tagged: @emmyrosee @lvngdvns @thelangdoncooperative @wroteclassicaly @icylangdon @sojournmichael @ritualmichael @blakewaterxx @holylangdon @elizabeth-bennnett @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern @jimmlangdon @dyns33 @langdxn @fckinsupreme @xavierplympton @venusxxlangdon

[taehyungsgrowl]

Can you please spoil us with a little duncanxreaderxnate smutty blurb 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

hmm

maybe so

virgo anon and i were talking about fuckboy!reader who.. isn’t committed to nate or duncan.. just has them both on her FWB rotation - no strings attached. 

so going on that... maybe she wants to uh.. see them both 😳👉👈at the same time. 

gives them a little proposition... a little surprised when they both.. agree 😳

maybe... they start off slow. each of them taking turns taking off her clothes. they’re possessive in different ways - nate loves tilting her chin up to steal kisses. while duncan makes sure to run his hands down her body, groping and squeezing anywhere he can. 

once she’s stripped down, they lead her to the bed and start taking off their own clothes. they take turns alternating kissing her lips or down her chest. duncan lingers longer on her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth, making her sigh into nates kiss. 

everywhere they touch feels like its on fire and she wants them both so so much.

[prophecy-is-inevitable]

Has anyone written the guys as a...as a “pack”? 

[langdvnshepherd]

Jim Mason in 2020 be in your text messages like:

Do you wanna come over and give me head?

🥺.

👉👈.

[beautyiswithinchaos]

do i have a detective!duncan shepherd idea in the works? possibly...

[neonlacrima]

‘tag yourself’ Billie and Cody characters shipping/dynamic

Milk (Still take you home) and Rosanna Ricci(Billionaire Boys Club): tumolous unequal affair between a rich girl and a simpleton with no future.

Sadie Swenson and Jim Mason: emotionally vulnerable privileged couple torn by inner demons.

Duncan Shepherd and  Gigi: chaotic, fun duo of an heir of powerful political family and larger than life girl, living in the moment.

Michael Langdon and Mallory:  antichrist never been normal young man tormented with his destiny and angelic witch capable of horrible acts.

Montana Duke and Xavier Plympton: polyamorous, co-dependant EXes falling into habit of having sex and using each other for emotional comfort

@zach-villas

[casikototmblr]

New Series Idea!

so it’s currently crackhead hour for me butttt...I’ve came up with a whole ass idea for a new series - but this time instead of michael, it’d be duncan shepherd (one of cody’s characters from house of cards)

here’s the idea, lemme know what you think eek!

y/n, daughter to an eccentric businessman and millionaire, is left to pick up the pieces after your father's untimely demise. You later learn about what and more importantly who your father was as you put the puzzle together. You didn't just inherit fame and fortune, you also inherited your father's dark secrets and enemies.