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latenightdaydreams · 1 year ago

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Can you write about Konig and stepmother! Reader. When he came back to visit his father in his hometown after years of deployment and he saw stepmother!reader who is young and curvy with large breasts and then...they fuck=))) Not forcing, love your writing btw

This is such a hot idea 😮‍💨I had so many ideas so I just had to pick one and write! Thank you for the support and I hope you enjoy the story! Have a great day♥️

König x Stepmother!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

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Part2 Part3 Part4

>cw: fem/ afab reader, step mom, p in v, age gaps, mentions of breeding

2.6k word count

König sat on his bed in his quarters and yanked his mask off of his face as his hands grasped a wedding invitation for his father’s 4th wedding. König looked at the elegant font and design before rolling his eyes and tossing the invite into the trash. After his father walked out on his mother, he has had no interest to keep up with him. It’s pathetic how a 73-year-old man keeps bouncing from wife to wife. König wouldn’t give this marriage a year. Yet, it was still his father and he made sure to try and make it to his city once he went back home to visit.

Still dressed in his full military uniform he finds himself standing outside of his father’s door. He takes a deep breath as he gets ready to see his dad again and meet whoever was stupid enough to marry the man. His hands go under his mask to adjust it slightly. Deciding to get it over with, he raises his hand and knocks on the door.

The door opens and he expects to see his 6’4 slender and frail old man of a father, but instead he sees you, his new step mom. You open the door with such warmth and radiance it’s as if the sun light behind you was coming from you. He stood there with a blank stare for a moment, trying to process the site before him. His eyes traveling down your frame to see the way your breasts are barely contained within you summer dress, you don’t look a day over 30, even young for König’s 46-year-old self. He swallows hard, no way this is his step mom.

“König?” Your voice smooth like silk with an accent sends a shiver down his spine.

“Ja, and you’re…”

“Y/N,” your hand is so small and delicate within his own as he grabs yours to shake. He tries to control his gaze as they step into the house.

“Your father is just over here,” you say walking ahead of König as you both make your way to the living room. König’s eyes glued to your ass jiggling and the way your hips sway with every step. His mind jumping through hoops trying to understand how his dad could have possibly landed someone as fucking hot as you.

Walking up to his father König holds a hand out for him to shake, his eyes piercing down at the old man with a look of distain.

“Hallo, how have you been old man?” König asks as he sits, his eyes trailing back to his new step mom as she sits on the arm rest next to his dad.

“Great son, have you met my old ball ‘n chain?” Felix hand creeping around your waist.

König suppresses the eyeroll he feels at his dads comment about his new wife. His new soft, big breasted wife.

“I have, she’s lovely.” His piercing pale blue eyes meet your gaze as he says these words. His dad too oblivious to notice the lustful gaze his son was giving his new wife.

A small blush forms on your cheeks as König calls you lovely. You smirk and look over his body. He is massive. A younger, bigger version of Felix. You wonder if everything is bigger.

“Well, I’m happy I finally get to meet you. Felix has told me so much about you.”

“Has he now?” König asks while looking at his father, Felix’s eyes glued to watching the TV.

“Can I get you something to drink König? I’m sure you’re wore out from all of the traveling.” You stand to your feet and smooth out your dress as you wait for his reply.

König’s throat was dry and he most definitely could use something to drink, but he didn’t want water, he wanted you to squirt in his mouth. He shakes his head to snap out of the thought.

“Uh, yes please.” König stands and walks past his father following you into the kitchen. His dad too out of it to even keep interest in a conversation with him, he wonders how you do it.

You walk into the kitchen and tiptoe to get a glass for König when you feel a large hand on your side, making you shiver.

“Here, let me help.” König says casually as if his heart isn’t beating out of his chest from the sensation of touching your waist. His hand resting on the curve of your perfect hour glass shape as his mind begins to wonder how sexually fulfilled you actually are with his father. He quickly pushes the thought aside as he hands you a glass.

“Thank you, König.” You grab the glass from his eyes all the while gazing deeply into his blue eyes. Snapping out of it you turn and go to the fridge as you begin to fill the glass with water. “So, your dad tells me you’re a Colonel?”

“I am,” König eyes you intently wondering why you’re actually here with his dad, you could be with anyone. “How long have you been with my father?” He takes the cup of water from you, your fingers grazing his making him feel a spark.

“A little over four years now.” You reply leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

König’s eyes land on your breasts again before he looks down at his glass and takes a long drink. He couldn’t think of any appropriate questions to ask you. From are your breasts real to can his dad even please you are the only ones bouncing around in his brain.

Just then his dad walks in and pats König on the back, making him jump. König watches as his dad walks past him to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your soft lips. A heat of jealousy rushes over him as he drops his gaze and drinks more water.

“Is dinner almost ready?” Felix asks as his hand remains on your ass.

“It is, I was just getting König a drink.”

“Alright, let’s get eating, I’m tired.” Felix complained as he made his way to the table. König thankful his face is hidden or hid dad would have seen his disgust.

“I’ll help set the table,” König walked to the cabinet you had opened and reached over you to grab three plates.

“Oh, thank you.” He was close and all you could think about was his cologne mixed with his natural musk, finding it enticing.

You set the table with König’s help and sat down to eat. It was painfully awkward. You could tell the strained relationship between father and son was hopeless. Felix has no interest in talking to his son and his son has no interest in forgiving his dad. König’s eyes kept following you the whole time. Watching how your lips wrapped around your fork as you took a bit, the way your breasts rest on the table due to their size. He can’t get enough of you.

Hours pass and König is in the room you set up for him and looking around. He pulls his mask off and begins to undress. He can’t stop thinking of you. As he drops his pants, his erection is more obvious. He runs his palm over it through the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself as he walks to the bed and gets under the covers. Looking up at the ceiling he begins to think of you as he slowly began to stroke his cock. Thinking of the way your breasts jiggle with the slightest of movement. He closes his eye and begins to pump his fist over his cock, imagining you riding him and how your breasts would look bouncing. Thinking you and Felix are asleep, he lets out soft moans.

You walk upstairs from getting a late night snack and you can hear soft little moans coming from down the hall, you know its König. Looking ahead at your bedroom door, then over to König’s, you decide to make your way to his room.

Standing outside the door you can clearly hear his hand moving over his cock, soft wet sounds mixed with the blankets rustling. You can hear him moan out your name every few seconds. Taking a deep breath, you open the door.

König stops and his eyes go wide as he sees you. A mix of surprise and embarrassment written on his face as he gulps. His eyes travel down your body and notice the silky light pink night gown you’re wearing. The dress clings perfectly to your body, you look like a goddess.

“Y/N…” König says your name with lust and panic in his tone.

“König…” You close the door behind you. Your eyes travel to the part of the blanket that was poking up from his erection.

König froze in place as you slowly started to walk to him. You sit on the bed beside him as you reach out and grasp his erection over the blanket. König lets out a shaky breath feeling your small hand grasp his fat cock.

“Oh Scheiße.” He moaned softly as you squeezed the head of his cock.

“Would you like some help?” You slowly stroke down his cock and watch as his jaw drops.

König begins to nod his head quickly, “Please,” his eyes look into yours almost begging you.

You pull the blanket back to see his boxer briefs pulled down his thighs and his cock out, the foreskin hugging his bright pink tip that’s leaking pre cum. His cock is simply massive. You grab his cock, skin on skin now, your fingers don’t even meet when wrapped around him. König’s breathing quickly at this point watching with anticipation.

You begin to stroke his cock faster pulling quiet moans from König’s lips. You look up at his maskless face and study it, watching the way his face contorts with pleasure; he looks exactly like his dad, but younger.

Without thinking König reached a hand out and cupped one of your breasts over the nightgown. He squeezed gently as he moved his eyes from your hand wrapped around him to his hand on you. Your breast so big and full they spill over his large hands. He has never been blessed to touch such beautiful breasts before. His hand pulls down your night gown to expose your bare breast to him.

Your nipples hard as he reaches out and tugs on one. “Mein Gott, you are so perfect.” He whispers almost as if he didn’t mean to say the words out loud.

He sits up more to lean forward, his lips finding yours and bringing you into a passionate kiss, his tongue finding yours as you softly begin to suck on his. He lets out a soft groaning sound at the thought of you sucking his cock instead. His hand still playing with your nipple as the other holds your waist tightly. Precum leaking on to your hand as he slowly breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the minute I laid my eyes on you.” He growls as he begins to kiss down your neck, biting lightly to not leave marks behind.

He hears you let out the softest little moan and it sends his brain into over drive as he pushes you back on the bed. His mouth hungrily kissed down your neck to your breast as he pulls his underwear all the way off. His mouth latched to your nipple and sucking at it desperately as you moan out running your fingers through his hair. König had been thinking about what this moment with you might be like, and now here he was; ready to show you another reason why he’s better than his dad.

You watch as König slaps his heavy cock onto your wet pussy, it’s been ages since you’ve been fucked- like really fucked. Your legs twitch as his cock rubs over your sensitive clit and it makes him smirk.

“Fuck me already,” you demand pathetically and König chuckles in response.

“Horny little house wife, aren’t you?” He teases as he slips his cock into your tight wet cunt. Instantly your velvety walls began to flutter around his size desperately trying to accommodate him. You let out a quiet moan as your eyes close, face twisting in pleasure. His cock filling you up to the point of pain, but fuck it felt good. His hands grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. His cock pressing in until he hits your mushy cervix, your pussy not even able to fit all of him.

“You like that, huh?” König asks feeling a bit arrogant.

His pins your legs back and begins to just pound into your creamy cunt, his mouth finding your breast as he begins to kiss and bite all over them, no longer worrying about leaving marks on you. He wanted you for his own self. His balls slapping hard against your ass as they tighten from excitement.

Not only did your gummy cunt feel like heaven, the whole taboo situation of you being his step mom was adding to the experience. The thought of filling you with his cum and possibly getting you pregnant making his mind go crazy with excitement.

“Please fuck me!” Your fingers drag across König’s broad back and scratch deeply, leaving bright red marks across his pale skin. Yours legs tremble as they squeeze his side.

“König- I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, cum for me like the needy little step mom you are.” His hand moves to your pussy as his thumb begins to rub to your clit. You melt into nothing as you begin to moan loudly, your body tensing as you feel the rush of euphoria takes over your body.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake the old man up. You really want your husband to see you getting fucked by his son?” He smirks as you cum on his cock. He can feel how wet you get as you squeeze his cock. In this moment Felix isn’t even a thought, all you can think about is König’s cock fucking you.

König grabs a pillow and puts it down beside you before quickly pulling out. He easily manhandles you and flips you over, using the pillow to help lift your ass up. He got behind you, one hand gripping your hip and the other holding his cock that is covered in your creamy thick white cum. Pushing his leaky cock into you slowly he lets out a low sigh. His hands wrap around your ass and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart as his thumb rubs over your tight asshole. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep going, his muscles becoming tense as his balls begin to tingle and tighten. Your cunt keeping a tight grip on his cock.

Königs head dropped back and his Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he lets out tiny whimpers of pleasure. Without warning, König cums deep inside of your pussy, feeling his cock throbbing inside you.

He pulled out with heavy breath before laying beside you on the bed. You both looked at each other smiling.

The next morning König goes down stairs to see you wearing black leggings and a simple t-shirt. You were standing in front of the stove making breakfast for everyone. His eyes meet yours and you both smirk at each other.

He sits next to his father at the table exuding a cocky aura. He just fucked his dad’s wife after all. König keeps his eyes on your breast as you walk back and forth, remembering how they looked bouncing as he pounded into you last night.

You don’t know it, but König is already planning a life with you, away from his father. He feels no guilt or remorse, if anything this is just karma for Felix. You abandon his mom; he steals your woman. Fair is fair.

Part2 Part 3 Part 4

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yall-hate-kids-tourney · 5 months ago

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Scrappy Doo (Scooby Doo Franchise) vs. Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

Y'all Hate Kids: Screwed By The Writers

Propaganda below the cut (cw cults, abuse, neglect, spoilers)

Scrappy Doo (Scooby Doo Franchise)

Scabby doo is a young energetic child that was overused within the writing of the series he’s in, to the point that he gets massive hatred by the fandom to this very day.

And in the live action Scooby-Doo 2 movie, they made this literal -child- the main villain of the series that created a cult and a bunch of monsters because he was ditched and literally thrown out of the van by the Mystery gang.

“But he’s so obnoxious and annoying!”

He is a literal child. A hyperactive and energetic one at that. Some - heck, a lot - of kids of are just like that. Let an alone for a PUPPY; that’s regular behavior for them. What did you expect lol-

Chloe Bourgeois (Miraculous Ladybug)

haven't been in the fandom in a while so my memory is a bit fuzzy but the writers hate her sooooo bad it's not even funny. she started having a redemption arc where she realized the error of her ways and started working on herself as a person bc she wanted to be a hero and then did a 180° by siding with the villain. writer called her irredeemable multiple times on twitter despite the fact that she's just a spoiled bratty teenager who was also emotionally abused by her mother. her dad gets victimized despite the fact that he was complacent in the abuse and never tried to help her be a better person. overrall what the hell were you guys THINKING!!!

SHE HAD SO MUCH GOING FOR HER.... The writers tried giving her a redemption arc but then the creator of the show said that she, a TEENAGE GIRL, was incapable of change and redemption so all of that development was thrown in the trash and she became a shallow character again. Meanwhile, the creator gives a mini redemption arc to the MAIN VILLAIN, who literally ABUSED AND NEGLECTED HIS SON. She deserved so much better man

Typical Mean Girl character with an aborted redemption arc. Chloe has bullied the main protagonist Marinette Dupian-Cheng for a very long time. However, in Season 2 there was a beginning of a redemption arc that was wholly abandoned because the new showrunner deemed that a mean girl (who had an absentee/abusive mother and a limp noodle of a father) is evil incarnate and therefore can not be redeemed in good faith. The one good influence on Chloe's life abandoned her at the time of need and the fandom belittles and blames her for reverting back to her abusive ways when really she was left behind by the narrative. Even her own half-sister never gave her the time of day.

OH MY GOD. DUDE.Ok so she was a main (ish) villain within the first 1-3 seasons, but over time she was slowly getting a redemption arc, and we were getting more info about her past, and it turns out she was pretty heavily neglected as a kid (WHICH EXPLAINS WHY SHE WOULD ACT LIKE A BAD PERSON). And then, Thomas "dipshit" Astruc decided to THROW AWAY HER ENTIRE REDEMPTION ARC, AND WRITE HER OUT OF THE FUCKING SHOW!!!! AND THEY *REPLACED HER* WITH AN RANDOM NEW CHARACTER, EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS LITERALLY ONE OF THE MAIN HEROES???? And when confronted about why the fuck he would write that, Thomas said that she COULDN'T BE REDEEMED. Mind you, this is a TEENAGER, and a abused one at that! I'm sorry if this sounds like like a 2010's YouTube cartoon reviewer ass rant but oh my lord ,,,Chloe I could've saved you

i havent watched nor caught up in a while, but from what i remember: she started out as a typical 1-dimensional mean girl, but then they gave her a surprising amount of depth?? like she got to be queen bee, learn responsibility as a superhero, she even is one of only a couple characters we know of to actually fight off hawkmoth's power. they were going to really interesting places with her character, and we were all excited for her redemption arc.

...and then they made her a flat villain again, taking away all of her complexity and development, and instead gave the powers and depth to a new sister of hers that suddenly arrived out of nowhere instead. what

#yall hate kids tourney #screwed by the writers #round 4 #scooby doo #scrappy doo #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #chloe bourgeois #cw cults #cw abuse #cw neglect #spoilers

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xaytheloser · 1 year ago

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The Prince in a Gilded Cage

characters: Dark Cacao Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie Tw: manipulation, warping one's morality, isolation, kidnapping, my shit ass writing (while Mystic Flour Cookie's gender is unknown, I will be using she/her for them for this fic)

"leave him be, in due time, he shall see that this is for the best." "..." "oh, come now, Dark Cacao Cookie... you do not wish to fail him like you did before... do you?" "...no. I do not." "that is what I thought, in order for your kingdom to prosper, some extremes are necessary to be made... your son may not understand now, but he will, in due time..." .... Dark Cacao had been having more frequent conversations with the Light of Resolution, at least.. that has what the ancient beast Mystic Flour Cookie had been disguising herself as.. the king had been placed under some form of.. possession, his morality and mind warping into a more twisted version of his former self.. "your kingdom is at risk, Dark Cacao Cookie.. listen to me... I shall guide you.." the king began pushing his workers to the brink of exhaustion, applying even more heavy layers of chocolate to the ever growing wall, not only did the king now demand that the wall strengthen in thickness, he demanded it's height to increase. now the wall nearly covered the entire citadel, casting it into a large looming shadow. perimeter checks around the citadel's borders become the regular, with soldiers being forced to track the harsh blizzard ridden territory for the slightest threat. the king also had a new objective, to find his son. the "Light of Resolution" stated the reason behind this as for him to... "make amends" with his lost son, and while Dark Cacao had thought about sending soldiers out for his son, he was hesitant until the Light of Resolution... persuaded him.. "you wish to make things right between the two of you?" "...yes, desperately so..." "hmph... then do it." .... "...father..?" the harsh wind howled through the air, Dark Cacao and his troops had trashed Dark Choco Cookie's camp site, his tent in shambles and belongings scatters throughout the site. the father and son stood and stared at each other, all while Mystic Flour did her work in warping the king's thoughts once more.. "you wish to make things right, correct? then make it right." "yes.. soldiers, restrain my son." "..what..?" Dark Cacao watched as his soldiers tackled his son to the ground, pinning him down without any second thought, all while the "Light of Resolution" whispered into his ear, "soon, you will have the happy family that you desire.." .... sweets, rainbow jellies, books, warm clothes, all the things that Dark Choco could desire, nothing could get the young prince out of his silent brooding state. his room was locked heavily, chains and padlocks covering his door, as to prevent his escape, his father even made sure to lock him up in the highest tower, without a window.. his father would visit him, bring him meals, and trying to get back even a semblance of normality between him and his son.. but Dark Choco talked about nothing than about his release. "father, I-" "it is out of the question, Dark Choco Cookie, you shall not be let out until it is safe for you.." "I am not a child, father, I do not need your protection, it was you who taught me to protect myself, now, you want me to stay here, only to follow your orders like some child..?" "...." his father never replied to his questions, shutting them down whenever he speak up, leaving his heavily guarded room, and locking him all by himself again. .... the cold winter wind howled outside, Dark Choco Cookie could not sleep, he did not wish to sleep.. he had to find out what was wrong with his father, he knew that.. something was wrong... *CLANK!* Dark Choco heard the locks to his room unlock, with a heavy creek of the door opening.. "...Caramel Arrow... Cookie..?" "my prince.. come with me.. I know that the king is not well.. I aim to help aid him.... will you assist me?" "..." ....

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cr kingdom #dark choco cookie #dark choco crk #dark cacao crk #dark cacao cookie #caramel arrow cookie #caramel arrow crk #mystic flour cookie #mystic flour crk #Xay writes #crk au

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d1nkyduck · 7 days ago

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The Shadow's Resolve.

The Shadow’s Resolve. - Neglect. Verb. … To give little attention or respect to; to disregard. To leave undone or unattended to, especially through carelessness. To fail to do something due to thoughtlessness or carelessness. Lack of due care or attention; negligence.

Introduction/Synopsis: In which instead of raising just yourself you have to raise Bruce’s “charity case”. Now look where it’s gotten you, stuck trying to get your “family” out your hair, multiverse shenanigans, and having to Scooby-Doo this shit. Oh Wait! Time travel too!? A/n- English is my first language so this writing and grammar is going to be ass. This is beta read and has been beta read so much it is now burned into my skull. Enjoy! (Please let me know if you see any mistakes, all will be updated and fixed as soon as possible.)

Prologue: You stick close to the shadows on the roof of the building as the unmasked perpetrator breaks into the abandoned factory beneath you. It was strange. The individual did match the description in Bruce’s files on the Bat Computer to a T, but why would an old wizard like Elvira Silas break into… an abandoned wardrobe factory? “Didn't he pay the rent at that fancy old castle of his? Or maybe he was just trying to create his own version of Narnia.” You’d absent-mindedly joke as you watch him struggle to create a simple portal into the old factory walls. Likely means there’s a strong source of magic here. Once he stepped inside you quickly, but silently scaled down the building and followed after.

So, you find yourself solo again. You decided to sneak into the Bat Cave and grabbed a mission from the Bat Computer. Bruce is already dealing with a lot right now. Waller is on his case about the apprehension and potential elimination of Superman, who has recently been subjected to another harmful exposure to red Kryptonite. Richard? Yeah, Damian accidentally killed him, but he’s back now, used as a Talon for the Court of Owls. Then Jason, who came back thanks to the Lazarus pit, has donned a new get-up and is calling himself the Arkham Knight. Barbra remains in a comatose state, paralyzed from the waist down due to an assault by The Joker. Tim was abducted and subjected to torture before being transformed into Joker Jr. by The Joker. Cassandra has returned to Lady Shiva, seemingly under the influence of mind control. Stephanie may also be in a similar predicament, but involving her father, Cluemaster. Lastly, Damian, Bruce’s biological son, has returned to the side of his mother and grandfather, Talia and Ras Al Guhl, following the untimely demise of Richard Grayson.

To say Bruce’s mental state was plummeting to oblivion was an understatement. You’d given up the Robin and Bat-Girl mantles long ago, but Gotham needed a stubborn sidekick to help take the trash to the curb. As you enter the abandoned building that reeked of wet wood, and what you hoped was a dead animal, the portal seals itself behind you. Silas unsteadily hobbles about with his cane looking for something. Since it’s Silas, it’s likely an ancient magical artifact or an item with significant traces of magic.

A wardrobe. It was a wardrobe Silas was looking for, of course it was. Why else would he be in an abandoned wardrobe factory? Thankfully it had been sealed with a magical barrier, likely an ancient one, that only revealed itself when he tried to reach for one of the handles on the doors of the wardrobe. With a slight flash and crackle of magic Silas yanked his old hand away as it was now scorched and smoking. “Blasted Fool! Of course he placed a protection enchantment on the damn thing!”

The old warlock boomed loudly while healing the burn on his wrinkled hand with a bit of magic. He clicks whatever remained of his teeth before raising both hands and resighting an enchantment to counteract the one on the wardrobe. Looks like now would be the best time to act, but how exactly would you take down a wizard and not get hit by his magic? You look around for anything that could deflect Silas’s magic. There was a large piece broken off a nearby window… perfect.

“Pretty sure stealing wardrobes won’t get you to Narnia, Silas.” You quip causing the older man to turn with a glare. “A big mouth for such a little pest.” It seems he was also expecting the big bad bat. “Oh? Only a solo act? Perhaps this will be easier than I thought. A petrification spell shall do quite nicely.”

He points out a crooked finger and it begins to glow with bright green magic that just doesn’t look right. You narrowly dodge the first blast and the floor where you once stood is turned to stone. The magic was quick when it is first fired from his fingertips so keeping distance is your best bet, but if you want to carry the blasts' momentum…

A/n: Okay so Tumblr is having trouble "processing" all of my story for just a prologue so it's going to be in multiple parts. I apologize blame it all on Tumblr. Please Note that this is not a one shot and I do have plans on writing more for this story. I'd also like to say that there is a lot of grammar errors. I am improving and positive feedback is always welcome to help me better my writing skills and for your and my enjoyment. Anyways, Stay tuned for Chapter One. (#Masterlist W.I.P)

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fanficwriter284 · 2 months ago

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McKenzie fic?

McKenzie Quick Fic - Finally Had some time 😭 Bit out of writing practice but I hope this will suffice 😂😭

The morning breeze whistled through the air cheerfully pulling up fallen leaves sweeping them back up to the ocean hued sky. A somewhat lively Charles Lee Ray had been strolling along the side walk flipping through his mail, tearing a jury duty letter into pieces tossing it into the garbage without batting an eye. His mood for once above the horizon of hell and barely elevated but just enough to hold up a frown…well for a brief moment before he felt eyes on him. Those eyes….Fuck…

“HI CHARLES”

Shit

There she was: McKenzie Wall. The reason that made him believe god was real and punishing him with every interaction with her or someone even the devil didn’t want. He couldn’t ignore her, she’d steal his shovel again and make him go to her doorstep to retrieve it and like hell he would go through that again. Yelling wasn’t an option, she’d just keep taking…Always talking it was a miracle his ears hadn’t bled yet. Not to mention she was in the PTO at the kids school, one wrong move and she’d make both his, Tiff’s and the kids lives hell for months…He didn’t need that again.

“Charles!”

“Hm?” She snapped him from his vacant daze, coming closer to him, pursing her lips lightly rocking back and forth on her heels once she was at an appropriate distance…well appropriate for her, for him…it was way to close.

“Hi! How are you doing!? Noticed to were tossing your mail in the trash! That’s great happy to see you’ve moved past littering. We wanna keep this neighborhood clean remember!?”

The redhead quietly clenched his jaw at her words forcing a tight smile his sharp canines digging right into his lower lip.

“Ha yeah peachy…and yeah won’t forget after last time…” he muttered crumbling the rest of mail into a fist.

“Say you wouldn’t have an issue watching my son this afternoon?” She pressed further stepping closer.

“What? I mind…A lot McKenzie. I’m busy” he continued digging his nails into the skin of his scarred palm.

“Busy? I mean I never see you working Charles. And you love kids!”

“No I have kids there’s a difference and I work remote” he responded immediately trying to pull away from her and her coffee stained teeth.

“Ah okay…Well since you’re free right now I need somebody to talk to and you just so happened to be here” she grinned motioning for him to follow her.

“Uh—“

“So my ex husband is coming over since well it’s his turn to watch Urhighness”

He furrowed his brows at that name. That stupid ass name for her bratty ass kid. Fitting.

“And I don’t want him to take my son to his house with his whore ass wife. Can you believe that actual audacity of that woman who wants to take MY son and turn him against me?” she spoke raising her hands with every word.

“And you remember that guy I was seeing? Robby right? Can you believe he packed everything and left me? In the middle of night and for a MAN….A MAN. Absolutely heinous.”

“Uh huh tragic” he frowned suppressing an eye roll slowly making his way to his front porch. But there she was following him ever so slightly…suddenly the idea of a car driving by and him jumping infront of it became all the more appealing.

“And I was thinking you could talk with him while I took my son out during his visit”

That snapped his hearing into focus

“Oh fuck no” he blurted forgetting Tiffany’s suburban language guide.

“Excuse me?” She retired with a brow raise.

“I said No, sorry if ya haven’t heard that word before. But no I ain’t getting involved. Good Fucking Day” he forced a smile tossing the crumbled ball of letters right infront of her, returning to his stroll back to his home and slamming the door behind him.

Just as he managed to toss himself on his couch there was a knock. One he would’ve ignored waiting for the person to go away but it didn’t. It just kept getting louder and louder. When he couldn’t take the irritating thuds anymore he threw himself upward and tanked the front door open.

“WHAT” he yelled and there he was . The little hell spawn, eyes widen with a note taped to his chest.

I’ll be back in 2 Hours! And if you leave him unattended I’ll bring back the neighborhood watch team!

“…Fuck my life”

#chucky #McKenzie #Urhighness

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aliaology · 2 years ago

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GET HIM BACK!

summary: reader wants to get her ex boyfriend, luke hughes, back in order to get her revenge.

pairings: luke hughes x ex!fem!reader

warnings: jealousy, arguments, mentions of sex

based on ‘get him back’ by olivia rodrigo

THIS IS NOT HOW LUKE HUGHES ACTS. this is just for the plot, i have no idea how he acts outside of hockey and media!

you met luke in the summer of 2021. he was at the michigan lake house, and you were visiting your friends house who lived just next door. the boy accidentally hit a volleyball over to your friends house and from there the two of you blossomed.

though, the relationship was quite toxic, causing you to leave him the next spring, just before you could meet his parents. the two of you argued over everything, him normally starting it.

“are you fucking serious, y/n?” luke groaned, throwing your phone on the bed. you looked confused. “what the fuck did i do?”

“i dont know— maybe snap my fucking brother twenty four-seven?” luke snapped. you rolled your eyes.

“we just send pics to keep a fucking streak going, luke, why is this such a big deal?” you groaned.

“because you’re talking to other guys, what if you’re cheating?”

you scoffed and crossed your arms, “so you don’t trust me?”

not to mention, he had a huge ego, thanks to being the number four pick of the 2021 nhl draft. along with the many, many girls who loved him online. would they love his personality? probably not.

maybe another part of his shitty personality was the wandering eye he had. the way his eyes would drift to look at another girls chest or ass, it was embarrassing.

but, he was fun. fun at parties, fun at sex, fun at it all, and so were his weird friends. you personally favored dylan duke and mark estapa, but no one would find that out.

he took you out to many parties, bars, clubs. and when he said something wrong in front of his friends, he’d buy you something like tickets for a small vacation.

but there are nights where you miss him, until you remember how he would hit on all of your best friends. do you love him or do you hate him? its… up and down.

but right now, you wanted him back. to get him back, to get revenge. he deserved to feel mad, sad and jealous, everything you felt the entire relationship. it should get him back.

so you started to write letters, but after you would just throw them in the trash. all you talked about in the letters was how much you missed his touch and kiss, and how making you laugh was a bonus.

then when you tried texting him, you didn’t have the balls to say anything because you knew how disappointed your friends would be.

he was toxic, and you were not the only girl. you remember the time where you decided to try communicating your feelings.

“baby, can we talk?” you asked, walking behind him, he sat on the couch, eyes fixated on his game.

“what?” he spoke, fingers ferociously clicking his controller.

“recently, the way you’ve been just doesn’t feel fair, luke. i’ve been putting my all into us and i dont get the same treatment back, it hurts.”

luke scoffed, “you’re trippin’ babe”

but maybe you could fix him? scratch that. maybe you could key his car? or break his heart? or punch him?

then again, you could fix him.. with the nice route. instead of breaking his heart, you stitch it right back up. or kiss him. or make him lunch.

how about you meet his mom? but instead of telling her how good he was, you tell her how much her son fucking sucks.

you did. you met up with her— on complete accident. according to her, luke had not told anyone you broke up with him. he made up a fake excuse saying your family needed you for the summer.

you almost laughed in her face.

you almost laughed after she stormed out of the cafe, learning how her you her son was a prick. and you definitely laughed when you got the text from jack telling you how much shit, luke got.

time to work on coach part two xx

#Spotify #jack hughes #hockey #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #hughes brothers

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multiheadcanons · 2 months ago

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THE BLU TEAM: UNREAL UNEARTH UNENDING UNAIRED UNNECESSARY UNSERIOUS

scout: one hundred percent i believe first light would be on scout’s jogging playlist. this is one of those songs he would listen to when he’s doing his morning jog and wants to cry a little bit while he’s got some alone time from the team. unlike his counterpart, his jogging sessions are solely his. he would look at the sky as the sun rose and it would push him to run harder. and the lyric that would do it is “could this be how every day begins?” i know that would send jeremy into a spiral.

soldier: jane doe was getting francesca the second i stood in the second row and listened to hozier sing this directly to my face. you can’t tell me that the grit in andrew’s voice saying “i’d tell them put me back in it” isn’t soldier, come the fuck on. loud, strong, passionate declarations that even the worst ideas, even the most painful moments of his life, if it leads him here again, he’d do it. he’d do it until he had to be dragged away from it. if it meant he could feel a moment of peace, and love, and acceptance.

pyro: pyro gets the instrumental interlude of son of nyx. beautifully done, wondrously executed, pulling together musical motifs between each song and allowing their instrumentals to truly shine, as pyro is an instrumental player to the heavy-medic duo by protecting their backs. there is no one without the other. the lyrics will never be the same without the instrumentals, the same way the duo cannot accomplish nearly as much as they do without pyro as their second fiddle.

demo: have you ever wanted to run against the world that’s turning? move so fast that you outpace the dawn? i hold both parts of das selby too close to my heart to split them, so they will be lovingly put together and given to the scot. the juxtaposition of hozier’s soft, touching falsetto in part one to his full bodied howl to the moon in part two… it just is demo. it just is tavish. no closer could he be to god than when he is lost within a lover.

heavy: oooo baby, we have a certified hitter on our hands. mikhail does indeed get eat your young. this feels like a very basic bitch answer. but it really feels like andrew sang this with a simple, pleasant, thinly veiled predatory smirk on his face. particularly the lyric “pull up the ladder when the flood comes”. mikhail helps nobody but himself and anyone who may extend his ability to live. and he’ll be loyal to you until he doesn’t need you anymore. come and get some.

engineer: who we are has become a sleeper cell of a song that i now adore so much. i slept on this song frfr. particularly, the lyrics “this phantom life sharpens like an image, but it sharpens like a knife” leading into what i, personally, would describe as a grown ass man keening about the pain of trying to live and exist and love. there’s also something about the lyric “getting through still has a cost”. it’s just a very dell song, im not gonna justify myself any more than that.

medic: this is me absolutely throwing my writing credibility in the trash. fritz gets all things end because it’s one of my favorite songs on the album and the doctor… is very obviously my favorite merc, have we settled that? the idea of knowing that the end is staring you in the face, your demise is metaphorically (or literally, in the doctor’s case) around the corner, waiting for you. and having the pride and the sense to stick with your plan and move forward. also, the video for all things end… stunning.

sniper: snipes will get what i can only consider one of my favorite songs on the album, wildflower and barley. i really like the mental visual i get of sniper’s continuous stream of thought being allison’s honestly angelic soprano of watching everything from the bird’s eye view, and the almost sigh that comes from begging the forces to make your body useful. especially with the lyric “this year i swear it will be buried in action”. just a very sniper song, and it almost complements the prophecy! the difference is (and i’ve said this before about these two) the blu sniper can come at life with a lightness his counterpart simply cannot recreate. he simply no longer has it in his repertoire.

spy: much like heavy, with the previous post, this post would not have ever been created if i didn’t hear this song and it hit me immediately that “oh my god… this just is spy”; and the song that began this epiphany is first time. first time is a touching, gentle, beautiful, bittersweet song. of lost loves and renewed selves. and it’s gentleness is what makes me give it to the blue donned frenchman. i do think he is much softer, and more empathetic than his counterpart. and he now exists in a world that doesn’t want the gentility he simply… naturally exudes. but that will never stop him from continuing to be soft as he can be without it utterly destroying him. it’s all he has left to his name.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman

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mischieffoal · 1 year ago

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Kugrash; Rat Jesus; Bruce Kugrich; you know him, you love him - is a repressed, closeted, gay man. In this essay I will… tell you why I think that, I actually wrote the essay. (It’s not an essay it’s a long text post, it doesn’t have an introduction or a conclusion or citations don’t come for me)

Anyway, I’ve just finished The Unsleeping City chapters 1 and 2 and Kugrash has infested my brain and wormed his slimy way around my heart. I don’t need to proselytise him, if you’re reading this post you already understand the appeal of a crusty, washed-up rat bastard of a terrible father who’s trying to make up for everything he’s ever done. What I particularly loved about him was that he is gay-coded in such a specific way that it makes the poor little meow meow of it all even worse. Was it on purpose? I doubt it. But it certainly is there.

(I doubt it was on purpose because the joy of D20 is that all the characters are kind of just pan unless specified otherwise and homophobia is only a thing that villains do in the first five minutes of a character’s introduction. So it’s like, I doubt Murph did this on purpose because he’s probably just being very queer friendly and it comes across this way because of the Kugrash of it all)

Evidence that I remembered to write down is as follows:

Perry the Pigeon

Kug doesn’t actually want to date Perry, but he doesn't object to going to the wedding with him/sort of leads him on/definitely flirts with him/tries to let him down nicely.

Murph did just choose the name Perry at random. Could have been a girl pigeon, but no.

Perry is serious about Kugrash. Like, “still mourning him” serious.

Perry isn’t only into Kug, he is an established gay pigeon who later marries another man (/rabbit)

2. The Kugriches

When the other PCs tell Wally there’s a pigeon with a crush on his dad, Wally immediately asks “What’s his name?”

Wally and David’s mum is out of the picture. David said that Bruce abandoned them when Wally really needed him, which I think implies she’s been gone since before Kugrash was cursed. Why? Who knows, Bruce was a bastard in many ways - but if his sexuality was so obvious that their son can only imagine his dad dating a male pigeon, it was probably obvious to Bruce’s ex.

3. Lowell Masters

Kingston: finds out Lowell can Identify things by sticking them up his ass Kingston, two seconds later, pointing at his good friend Kugrash: “This man, what is this man?" Lowell: gives Kugrash an ass jacket Kugrash: “Yeah, yeah, sure thanks, appreciate it.” Kugrash: “I smell like lube now instead of trash.” Kugrash: “We’ll link up at some point”

4. The totems

All men. When the Intrepid Heroes came up with what their totem animals would be in an Adventuring Party, they weren’t particularly gendered, but weren’t sentient either, so who knows what that’s worth

Perry (see Point 1)

The campest unicorn you’ve ever seen or heard in your life

5. Best friends with a hairdresser

6. “You goddamn beautiful boy, you fucker, you absolute arsehole.” I get it, Kug. Ricky does it to us all.

To me, all of this implies Kugrash is gay, but quietly. He’s certainly not out-and-proud like Pete is, but his children know. Did he tell them or was it obvious? I don’t think Kugrash knows. I think he’s closeted to no-one but himself. A business man in the 1980s isn’t the most likely guy to have searched his soul for any sexual deviancy, and since then he’s been very busy being depressed/ashamed/a literal rat in the sewers. Misty and Kingston do a lot of work to pull him out of the underground and actually talk to human beings again. They know he’s gay, from the things they say about him (see in particular Point 3: Lowell Masters). I don’t think Kugrash would have ever had a “gay awakening” or a “gay panic” if he’d stayed on the mortal plane, I doubt his sexuality would be that shocking or confusing - I just don’t think he’s noticed.

Being cursed into a ratman gives you the space to learn all sorts of things about yourself, and if that doesn’t quite work, you can always eat an everything bagel and become omniscient, when you can finally realise that Bruce Kugrich was in fact gay the whole time.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#kugrash #the unsleeping city #unsleeping city #dimension 20 #d20

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ivymarquis · 4 days ago

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Ivy watches one (1) movie and proceeds to make it everyone else's problem: 28 Years Later

So, the lives people lead obviously influences the lens through which they navigate the world, so let me give some context before I write my book report on this movie;

I am a 30 year old American woman living in Texas. This means I'm gonna be blind to some of the things that occurred in the movie culturally, especially The Jimmy Reference(tm) because I'm not familiar with UK culture in any meaningful way so that completely flew over my head. I'm sure there's other stuff but I don't know what they are, for the above stated reason.

I am an average content enjoyer, not at all a film critic, no one important, and again I cannot emphasize enough I am literally Just A Girl (tm) (aside from the whole 'being a 30 year old woman' bit lmao). You may disagree with me and that's okay!!

(spoilers, obviously)

Ive been navigating fandom spaces for 17 years (jfc) and don't plan on spending too long in the 28 Years Later fandom beyond writing this, and writing my trash ass Samson x pregnant zombie fic so anyone with strong opinions on the movie wanting to argue about my take can miss me with the bullshit. I was just there to enjoy the zombies <33333 It's not that serious to me and I have no tolerance for bullshit :)

Also of note: I have seen 28 Days Later, but that was many, many, many years ago- Im willing to bet money I have not seen it as an adult, which means probably 12+ years. I never saw, or even knew of 28 Weeks Later. I cannot emphasize enough that I am a casual enjoyer of the franchise in the sense that I saw the 1st movie, enjoyed the 3rd, and plan on rewatching 28 Days Later and finally watching 28 Weeks Later.

So lets start simple:

What was I expecting the movie to be?

I did not see anything other than some Tiktok edits/ads of the movie. I never saw the official trailer. I enjoy zombie content (even tho the rage virus technically makes them not-zombies?), and a lil father son duo as they jot off into the woods sounds like my idea of a good time. My ticket was only $15, I have spent $15 on worse things.

So, as I'm watching the movie, it is going the way I expected- A father-son outing that is clearly the boy's coming of age, leaving the seclusion and safety of his home and venturing into "the real world" under the shadow of his father and being thrust into the realities of their lives a bit early per the established lore.

Which, speaking of his father- It really makes you ponder why tf Jamie was so adamant about taking Spike out. They make it very, very obvious that he is defying the cultural norm by taking his 12 year old to the mainland, and at that age another 2 years to develop confidence in himself in general and specifically with the bow would be vital for him to have.

Also, of note, when they are out hunting one of the slow lows was very obviously a child if you go off the proportions compared to that of the adults killed on screen. We will be referring back to this point later on, but it was the first kinda "flag" that was raised for me. Jamie is out in the woods with his kid who is nervous about killing infected, clearly Jamie is trying to make a man out of his underage son, and he had that child zombie in his sights and elected to allow it to run off into the woods. That is an interesting move for someone who claims the infected have no mind, therefore no soul, therefore it is ok to kill them.

I was wondering wtf that was about, but we don't ever really get to explore that thread where Jamie is concerned, so I can only assume the scene was meant to establish that infected children exist, beyond the scope of how the room full of kids were infected at the beginning of the movie (of note: The Teletubbies being what they watched was creepy as fuck in that context idk how else to elaborate on this, but my heebies were jeebied), but like in the context that the infected be fuckin' and having kids (which will, again, be brought up later)

Now, after they run into the first herd/pack/whatever and get chased into the attic, I fully expected the rest of the movie to be them bonding as they make their way dodging the Alpha and navigating surviving on the mainland. So you can imagine my surprise when the are home by the end of the first act lol.

The scene with the first Alpha, as well as the cinematic cuts of the zombies with the trail cam-style-footage kinda lays the foundation of how the infected interact with each other. The presence of the alpha implies a spectrum of how the infected are impacted by the virus, with some maintaining more consciousness and rational than others. You see the Alphas providing for their herd/pack/what have you, and anecdotally the infected with an Alpha seem to be in better condition than the ones that don't. But that scene of the Alpha killing the buck and placing its skull and spine in the tree is a warning that the herd is being protected and provided for by an Alpha, AKA engaging in community behavior. The bits we see in the movie prior to this scene, and in the first movie iirc (again, probably 12+ years since Ive seen it), you don't see other infected attacking each other but they're not necessarily like, working together or caring for one another. They just happen to have the same goals and aren't going to get in each other's way (IE murking the house full of Jimmy's family, or getting a hold of the priest. etc etc), but are not actively collaborating. The Alpha could easily out compete the other infected for first pick of food, but is more interested in marking his territory and happily letting the zombies munch on the carcass while he decorates.

Anyway, I know like 2-3 of the original pack survived, and like I know the movie wanted to showcase the brutality of the Alphas and have us on the edge of our seats with the Alpha following them into the water, but imo it's not that far of a leap that part of why the Alpha was willing to chase them into high-ish tide is because he's pissed Jamie and Spike killed parts of his pack. Sure it could be just infected doing what infected do, but the Alphas are supposed to have higher reasoning and functioning within the context of them having the virus. Admittedly, me standing on my hill that the Alpha was mad about the death of his pack is more me pulling from things that happen later on the movie.

Back to our protagonist and his shitbird dad

So prior to them leaving for the mainland, it wasn't necessarily odd to me that everyone was congratulating and encouraging Spike on the way out- While still considered young, he's going through a rite of passage in their community, and his age is addressed by the mayor lady one last time prior to venturing out. I am willing to suspend my disbelief in the zombie-adjacent movie that the community members would not want to sow doubt in the kid on his big debut out, and instead encourage him that he's taking steps to be a man in the context of what that means in their group.

During their trek to the mainland I wasn't necessarily shocked by Jamie putting pressure on his son. They're in a trial by fire scenario where shit could go south with very real consequences, and to Jamie's credit he tries to get the fuck out the moment he realizes there's an Alpha in the area. Spike is young, and even if they've been trained for years on how to shoot, etc, there's only so much that can prep someone for taking a life before they, ya know, actually take a life.

But just a trip with the two of them seems dangerous even given the context. They both very nearly die multiple times, and for what? Because Jamie wants Spike killing infected before the conventional standard? Why? He risked his son's life with a dying wife at home for what?

The "what" can't seem to be addressed beyond throwing the party. The scenes on the mainland could have plausible deniability of mishaps that can occur, but what happens back on Holy Island starts to put a sour taste in my mouth back where Jamie is concerned.

(Also do we just......never address the girl in the hall with the mask on? The fuck? It took me a minute to realize she was actually there and not just one of the cinematic cuts separate from the current goings-on in the film)

And like, ok a proud dad feeling that he accomplished what he set off to do with his kid and getting a good story embellishing the story a little bit isn't the worst thing in the world, but Spike is clearly bothered by his dad lying to everyone when they both know he froze and couldn't hit the faster infected. So that inches us closer to the "disillusionment about his dad" arc.

Then there's, ya know, the whole letting-a-12-year-old-get-drunk-and-leaving-him-unattended-so-you-can-sneak-off-and-fuck-his-schoolteacher (and-did-we-mention-your-very-sick-wife-who's-dying-in-real-time), (and also, side bar, I like don't totally love that we see the dad going down on the school teacher through the lens of the 12 year old protagonist seeing these events transpire, but that's just me ahhh!!!!!)

And like, maybe Jamie was told by the dude-whose-name-I-forgot that Spike went back to babysit Isla, but the guy either 1) stayed out all night knowing his drunk 12 year old and sick, dying wife were home alone 2) knew his dying wife was at home with no idea where the drunk 12 year old was until he stumbled in after daybreak and found them sleeping in the bed.

The scene where Spike calls Jamie out on cheating on Isla with Rosie obviously speaks to itself. Jamie slapping Spike is obviously bad, and he doesn't get redemption points for disarming but not continuing to assault Spike after Spike pulls the knife on him, nor for leaving the situation as he punches the wall on his way out, which is like Shitbird Behavior 101.

So we take a drastic shift from what I thought this movie was going to be about, a father son bonding movie (again, I watched zero trailers other than that animated tiktok of the poem), and transition to what it is, which is a scared little boy attempting to save his mother because he's realizing that no one else is going to save her, and no one else is going to even try. The dude-whose-name-I-forgot seems to hang around and babysit and get Isla up and out of the house when she's present enough to participate, but there's an entire fucking community of people who know Isla is extremely ill and none of them want to even attempt to help her by going to the doctor.

Jamie being spooked by Dr Kelson during the encounter 15 years ago gives a very "Fire is bad and science is scary" type of vibe that I can't elaborate further on, idk what to tell you.

The journey to get Isla to the doctor was so bittersweet. Isla obviously knew she was going to die when she was lucid, but her time with Spike she felt safe and secure with her headspace being that of when she was a little girl with her dad when she was not-so-lucid.

We know how the humans feel about the infected, but it's interesting to me to watch the soldiers and when Erik interacts with Spike and Isla. You see how the soldier (the representative of the outside world) views the inhabitants of the UK post-outbreak, which compounds another layer to how the infected are viewed

Ok so what about the pregnant infected woman

So this a part when Im going to be biased, because one of my faaaaaaaavorite tropes is pregnant woman in an apocalypse, and the snippets of the trail-cam esque shots paired with the scene of how the infected were meandering in the water got something itching in my brain about how they interact with each other totally separate from how they react so volatilely to the presence of uninfected. There is the main story, of course, of Spike navigating his entire world upending, but the cut away bits to the infected interacting with (or just existing amongst) themselves primes us-imo- for the fact that they are still people under the rage virus.

Now, Ive seen people arguing back and forth about whether the Alpha Samson is the father of the pregnant infected woman's baby. Granted, even in this post Ive been interchangeably using "zombie" and "infected", but imo in the film they go out of their way to impress upon us that the infected aren't dead, and are not zombies. So the "she had to be pregnant before she turned" is possible but immaterial to the conversation, and subsequently whether Samson is the father or not is immaterial to the conversation BUT imo the context clues are there.

We don't know how long pregnant infected lady had been around, but per Kelson Samson has been in the area for 3+ years. And like, he looks infected but he doesn't look raggedy. So again, they're not dead and not like, actively decomposing in the way a dead corpse would. They're just hella sick and obviouslt there's some neuro shit going on with them, and eventual decompensations with their bodies more noted with the runners vs the slow lows, but we're tying back to the main point that they, technically are breathing and living. If she was dead, the baby would also be dead because her body would not be doing all the things it needs to cook a baby to term.

"But Ivy, the fact that the baby wasn't infected is ridiculous! I call bullshit on the protection of the placenta!"

I mean that's fine. Here's the thing- There are diseases that the mother can carry (hepatitis, herpes, etc), that the baby isn't guaranteed to catch in utero, and in fact the biggest risk of the baby catching is during birth or after re: breastfeeding w/ hepatitis etc).

Now, you can easily topple my argument there because the virus is based off Ebola, and that one can pass through the placenta. However this is the same movie saying to give water to a brand spanking new baby- obviously they're playing fast and loose with best practices and scientific accuracy where the newborn is concerned.

SO back to pregnant infected lady. Since she's prior seen chilling with her zombie friends, I'm kinda curious where everybody is.

What is the importance of the pregnant zombie

Look I agree it's a little shoehorned in, and like, Im assuming they're teeing something up where the fact that the baby is uninfected/immune/whathaveyou is relevant to the plot in the next movie because there is a WHOLE lot shoved in here plot wise that would be easier to achieve without the pregnant infected if the important part was something something "looking at one life starting as another one ends" in regards to Baby!Isla and Adult!Isla. They- the people who made the film- very specifically primed us with those little bits of the behavior of the infected, and then very specifically had the only uninfected woman who has consistent screen time with the only infected woman who has (relatively) consistent screen time and have a bonding moment over a shared experience.

The infected woman was isolated from her group, alone when she needed support the most, and while you obviously don't have to like the scene, they clearly meant for the common ground to give the infected woman juuuuust enough humanity by curbing her aggression during delivery, to further emphasize the point that these people are sick but are still people, especially juxtaposed to the fact that her husband told Spike to his face he shouldn't hesitate to kill them because their humanity is gone. and then Spike's mother (granted, not exactly in a lucid state because when she was lucid, she absolutely wanted n o t h i n g to do with the infected) is showing him in real time that their humanity is not gone-

Ya know, until she recovers from the birth and tries to kill Isla and Spike, lmao.

Also like, I know they had to get rid of her but something just deeply did not sit right with me about her being murdered moments after giving birth

Ivy what would have happened to the baby if not for the plot armor of Spike Erik and Isla?

I have 3 working theories. Obviously from a plot point the fact that the baby is uninfected is supposed to be revolutionary, but like, if we pull this thread and take it to its conclusion of what would have happened if Spike and Isla had not intercepted the woman giving birth to Baby!Isla

Probably baby Isla would die. This is supposed to be effectively a feral colony with no medical resources, no prenatal care, no ability to assist a vulnerable baby if anything is wrong with her, not to mention the big question of whether or not the mother would have been able to lactate to feed the baby to begin with.

The mother and/or Samson (maybe?) would attack and change the baby, assuming the baby is not immune, and assuming that the attack did not kill the baby

Assuming the mother has the cognitive function to understand she has to breastfeed, and the ability to do it, odds are that the breastmilk would have infected the baby, assuming the baby is not immune, at which point please refer to point #2.

Ivy why are you so fixated on how the infected treat each other

I'm gonna level with you- Samson showing up after the birth of baby isla and the death of the mother and killing Erik just gave me brain fodder that is spinning in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

With the previous Alpha that Spike and Jamie came across, the Alpha had a single minded goal of getting his hands on them and brutally murdering them. He did not deviate, even when faced with water that he probably knew was a threat not to mention that the pair of them were gaining ground getting back to their community where they had tons of weapons.

Im sure Samson heard the pregnant woman screaming and was coming to investigate the noise (it's too close after the gunfire imo that the gunfire itself was what drew him there but also what do I know?), so he knew she was in the area however when he had his sights locked on Isla and Spike in the train car and completely stops what he's doing when he sees her dead.

He completely deviates from his plan of attacking the two humans and stops to investigate her body. For someone infected with something called the Rage Virus, I'd say that's pretty substantial- and fueled his determination to get to them once he realized what happened.

We don't like, know, but I feel the writing is pretty well on the wall that the woman was his mate and baby Isla is his kid, (Remember the child slow low from the beginning? Like I mentioned, I think that's our primer to accept that the infected be fuckin' and breeding out here) so obviously he's pretty fucking pissed about the whole scenario and wants his baby back imo (what would he do if he got the baby back? Please refer to my 3 point prompt about what would happen to Isla, but now remove the 2nd and 3rd option since the mother is dead, unless he would be able to get his hands on another lactating infected woman to feed the kid. which would like..... probably not happen)

Then Dr Kelson. At this point Spike has only ever been around the men in his town who view the infected as something to be killed without mercy, the soldier who barely viewed him as a step above while cracking incest jokes as he tried to get his dying mother to safety. I feel like the time with Kelson is obviously supposed to be a juxtaposition to how his father and community raise and expect men to behave. And it is something that obviously resonates with Spike as he follows those teachings by saving Dr Kelson via the same methods that Kelson preaches.

Kelson helps give Spike the ability to cope with the death of his mother, the peace in knowing she passed painlessly, and in lieu of being able to bury her or enact whatever death rites he'd be accustomed to on the island, he gets to place her skull at the top of the tower. I was moved to tears with this. Ahhhh!!!!!!!!

Spike taking the baby back to safety (potentially at the expense of the entire town depending on how things with Isla play out), then returning back to the mainland to forge his own path was what I thought was going to be a fantastic ending. A neat wrap up to the overarching coming of age story where this child who's been exposed to some extent but largely protected by the walls of his community coming into his own and navigating his own place in the world and contemplating which of his communities teachings he wants to keep while also keeping Kelson's lessons in the back of his mind.

But that wasn't the god damn end of the movie, was it?

Remember how I said Im a 30 year old American with no knowledge of relevant culture in the UK? Yeah, so the Jimmy thing totally flew past me entirely until I was lurking in the 28 Years Later tag and saw y'all discussing it amongst yourselves.

As I mentioned in an ask an anon sent me, I did not get the Jimmy reference but figured it was 1) a tie-in to what happened to the one person who survived the opening scene of the movie 2) some sort of weird "meet your heros" manifestation where the Jimmy gang were some sorta power rangers come to life. Paired with the other Jimmy mentions through the film (the carving of Jimmy on the dude's body, the building with Jimmy's name on it) and the upside down cross, I figured it was probably just an implication of Spike being out of the frying pan with the infected and into the fire with the cult itself.

IDK man I enjoyed it, I will probably go see the bone temple when it comes out. I just wanted to ramble so uh..... thanks for reading this???

#28 years later #ivy watches one (1) movie and proceeds to make it everyone else's problem #'it's not that serious' she says while treating it with the severity of a car crash #I'm still down to talk about this with folks and you dont necessarily even have to agree with me #but if you start any bullshit with me you will be told to suck my left nut and blocked #I don't have time for shenanigans I just wanna write a samson x pregnant infected fic #the fact that this is almost 4k words long is bonkers to me

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everyones-least-favorite-bard · 2 years ago

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waugh! @solcarow got my ass 10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

ty for the tag beloved <3333

1) orv - gotta be han sooyoung my evil terrible wife with her big horrible evil heart

2) dc - hiiiii minhkhoa khan helloooo horrible awful emotionally repressed man get his as in therapy stat!!!! i want to put him in a microwave

3) star wars - anakin skywalker <3 little tragic figure babygirl i would like to make him commit more crimes actually i think he didnt do enough

4) ace attorney - PENIS WRITE!!! FREAKZOID OF A MAN

5) jjba - basic bitch answer but kujo jotaro!!! marine biology loser boy he is my princess i put him through incalculable horrors

6) fmab - edward elric my darling boy. my son. i miss him i need to watch fmab again (<-watched fmab not three months ago)

7) gekkan shoujo nozaki kun - its gotta be hori masayuki man. believes hes the most hinged but is in fact perhaps the most freak of them all. but tbh you could say that about any of the main cast, ,,

8) great pretender - LAURENT THIERRY HORRIBLE HORRIBLE TRASH MAN I HATE HIM HE SUCKS HE OCCUPIES INCALCULABLE TIME IN MY THOUGHTS

9) sandman - (i am aware this overlaps w dc shhhhh it counts i swear) death. i rewatch ep 6 of the show like once a week minimum.

10) hxh - gon! love that lil guy im putting him in a petri dish and studying him with a microscope

gyeaugh 10 tags. uh. @buqbite @controlaltdelete-my-existence @toast-of-eden @kuroko99 @harpieisthecarpie @rusquared @clockwards @noparg @not-a-kelpie @macaronijail06 dont feel obligated to participate it is merely A Game beloveds

#the hell that was coming up w people to tag #mein gott. mein fucking gott #tag game

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potatoqueenpal · 10 months ago

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In hate fueled motivation, your favorite potato has made a Colm Greer gets Karma because he's a fuckass deadbeat dad and a shitty husband motherfucking skid mark leaving ass bitch fanfic.

I'm planning to make this a series AND it will be uploaded to Ao3 (when I remember)

This is my first time writing a fic please be nice to me!

That's all... enjoy!

Wilted Roses

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As long as he has lived, Colm had never faced consequences. It wasn't surprising, a quip from his silver tongue and a wink of his eye, and you were hooked. How else had Marie been able to stick with him through the fights and the gambling? How else had Lil Milo believe his false promises? Yes, life for Colm Greer was good. But Fate is funny in that way, isn't it? Just when you have everything built perfectly, it falls apart, and the people you hurt might just fall with it.

(This is the cracking point in Marie and Colm's relationship and when Milo is still little. I'll try my best to explain what timepoint these chapters take place in. Lol. Have a good read!)

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"Toots! I'm back!" The man called. As much as Colm tried, his silver tongue couldn't hide the irritation from another failed gamble, much less the reek of whiskey from his lips as he stumbled, trying to take off his shoes, muttering a curse as he nearly tripped over one.

It was late as the grandfather clock on the wall hit 10. The soft chimes seemed loud as if even the clock was irritated by his late arrival. "Listen, I know what you said about gambling with your money, but I had a good feeling this time and, well, I haven't been paid yet, so.." Colm drawled off his eyes widening as the whiskey clouding his vision let up just enough to see the living room. Balloons and ribbons laid across the floor, and wrapping paper was balled up into trash bags. A single slice of cake sat on the table next to the wall that held a banner, 'Happy 8th birthday, Milo!'

Shit.

"Kiddo?" Colm called panicked before being interrupted by Marie stepping out of the kitchen and leaning on the counter. Arms crossed as her hazel eyes glared daggers, her auburn hair tied neatly, well, was tied neatly as strands of hair stuck out, flour and egg stuck to her apron and the sound of the dishwasher was faint.

"Where. Were. You."

"Toots I-"

Marie held up a hand, interrupting him. "Before you bullshit me, 500 dollars are missing from my saving jar, and I smell the alcohol on your breath."

Marie paused for a few seconds, almost daring the man to think of a lie before making a 'continue' gesture.

"Toots, I'm sorry. I needed some extra cash and-"

"So you stole from me?"

"I'll pay you back!"

"With who's money?!"

"Toots-"

"No! Just, no."

Marie took a deep breath.

"I can take the gambling, and the alcohol, and the lies but what I will not do to MY son is let you lie to him about being there over your job or gambling. Over, and over again. I will not let you lie to my baby like that. Do you hear me?"

Marie's nose flared like a bull as she scolded him like a child, Colm couldn't even speak up about the irony with how small he felt.

"You wanna be out so late? This isn't a hotel. So I suggest you find somewhere else."

"Marie, you can't kick ne out this is my house-"

"The house you're barely in? The house I can barely pay for because you spend every cent you get?!"

"That's not fair, I'm busy with-"

"I don't care what you're busy with, it shouldn't stop you from seeing your son!"

Colm sighed, the silence echoing in the room. With no other choice, he pulled his last card.

"You're really going to keep me away from my son?"

If Marie was younger, she would've apologized, saying it's not what she wanted and insisted he sleep on the couch and they talk in the morning. But years upon years of the love and family, she worked so hard for being ignored for the sake of work. Marie could find nothing more than: "Goodnight, Colm."

And with that, Marie left. Her bedroom door slammed behind her as Colm was left in the living room alone. He didn't waste much time sulking as he shook it off as a bad day and too much tension as he trudged back outside, car keys in hand. And the cake slice left uneaten.

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Woo! That took a while! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Marie snapping at Colm and I look foward to seeing you in the next one!

Love you!

#redacted colm #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted marie #i hate you colm greer

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mindsafe · 5 months ago

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anja you're always a part of the center of my world omg dfgsdf i also cannot identify one thing alone so we're going to do sdfg one thing for like sdfg 10 characters omg 1 ) with illumi sdfg i love that they're irritating sdfg buT i think i really love how you emphasize and play around with everything that is normalized to him, everything that is sorta unprocessed within him and also his stupid ass driving 2 ) kurapika sdfg honestly is drowning in an indescribable sorrow sdfg anD what i love sdfg with how you write them is how much sorta... fragility they're and it's very delicate balance alongside sorta the brutality that they're resigned too 3 ) annie sdfg i think i love how you really sorta ... capture her as doing a balancing act omg and it's so survival based but also so . . . much stress and so much history in a feral space omg 4 ) kenny sdfg is fucking gay sdfg but I would probably lay down my life for the dialogue you do with him and just the extent of his devotion makes me want to weep. omg you made me care about him sdfg 5 ) with ymir i love that you give voice to the og lesbian buT ALSO I THINK you really capture a languid sharpness about her that i just adore omg it's such a good voice 6 ) sdfg hitch you're a goddess omg sdfg i think sdfg you give her so much power in what she wants and also just the ways she allows herself to be fickle without its being a negative thing omg ? 7 ) nILE I GOTTA DO MORE WITH BUT YOU GET HIM SDFG AND how much erwin did that man dirty sdfgsdfg

@pontevoix || from [X] || ACCEPTING

two can play at this game let's fuckin go:

1 ) congratulations ( or not ) !! you ARE erwin smith!! you're slightly more alive && have one too many arms, but otherwise you've been breathing life into this son of a bitch for years && you've made him yours in a way i could never imagine pulling off;

2 ) hey there armeen!! you took fanon armin && threw him in the trash ( as one should ) && found that balance between vulnerability && cunning, && the day you let me play with him is the day i sleep peacefully;

3 ) congratulations ( again ) !! you have taken the worst person in the world *cough* floch *cough* && made him compelling enough that even his biggest hater ( me ) can't ignore his bitchass when you write him;

4 ) i'll bertell you what i bertold you before- you took a lad whose characterization was limited to breadcrumbs, ran with it, interpreted in a way that feels true to canon but also fresh out of the oven;

5 ) uri fucking reiss!! it started out as an accident but now it's just me, && you, && brokeback mountain!! old man yaoi is going to be the death of me!! also you have a clearer understanding of the founder than i ever will && that alone is a skill worth celebrating;

6 ) did you know that bungee gum has the properties of both rubber && gum? && did you know how much i adore your portrayal of the weirdest && most irritating mf? once again, you took a character purposefully shrouded in mystery && made it work, && the end result is some of the most titillating banter which i adore;

7 ) please don't eat my phone- i jest, but you found that sweet spot between leorio being comic relief, && his being a fully fleshed out character with deeper motivations && ambitions;

8 ) i don't believe i've had the joy of interacting with her, but i keep up with your dallying, && your approach to shoko feels so ( appropriately ) sombre && melancholy, && i love the atmosphere you create every single time;

9 ) i'm going to be so honest pookie todo was not the person i expected you to pick up but i'm so grateful you did holy shit!! once again, you managed to find the balance of being seriously unserious!! live, laugh, takada-chan;

10 ) i think it goes without saying that you are president of the tendou satori fan club && THANK GOD because i love that club

#pontevoix #「 ♛ 」answered #「 ♛ 」keepsakes #*twerks cutely at u*

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drinkintrashjuice · 1 year ago

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Ep. 4 :D (MID Rewrite)

After 50 years…it’s done….lol. When I told you guys late night or tomorrow I might’ve meant both lmao. I’m very sorry for taking so long, me and my family went on vacation recently so I couldn’t write then. (The internet there was so trash😭) but yeah hope you enjoy!!! If you want stuff that’s happening here to make sense, I’d recommend going through my blog to see all the other episodes. One and two are kinda a slog to get through (at least to me) like u can legit see my writing go from complete ass to pretty fine it’s crazy.

Episode 4: A Grieving Queen

Yakedo woke up in a cold dark cell. Everything around him was dark and fuzzy. He couldn’t feel anything aside from the water that dripped down from the ceiling. Since two of his senses were unusable, he decided to use his smell.

There was a metallic smell, much like blood, yet he could tell it wasn’t. The smell was distinct something he never smelled before. There was something else in the room he was in. He just couldn’t tell if it was outside or inside his cell. He tried to move, but a wave of pain hit him hard.

Every time, no matter if he moved an inch, a horrible tinge of pain would sprawl all over his body. With sheer willpower, he managed to move his body to face the bars of his cell.

He still couldn’t see anything. His eyes were still fuzzy from just awaking, but he thought they should’ve adjusted long before now. Then again, the darkness he was in didn’t feel right to him. Almost like it was unnatural.

There are many spells or beings that can produce this type of thing, but the only two kingdoms that have been able to harness this type of power are Mir and Noimosýni. But there was no way Noimosýni would use its magic in a crisis, so that left Mir and their beasts.

Yakedo couldn’t deny that the thought of having to go against something that could abstract vision as much as it was right now slightly frightened him. Of course with a good team, they could take something of this caliber down. Hell what was he thinking? He could take it down by himself. The darkness was making him vulnerable to rather outrageous feelings.

Before Yakedo could worry too much, he could hear footsteps that echoed throughout the outside of his cell. There was a click of a lock followed by more footsteps. Yakedo could tell now that they sounded more like heels. Yet there were more armored steps accompanied by it.

“Garmon, please tell your companion to lift Yakedo’s blight.” It was Mothando.

As if by the flick of a switch Yakedo could see Mothando, Garmon, two Umnotho soldiers, and a bird-like creature. They were all illuminated by a torch one of the guards were holding.

Yakedo payed attention to the beast. That must’ve been the thing that was obstructing his vision. It looked like a falcon, and its feathers were a midnight blue, with speckles of white and purple. Its beak was a dark purple, and slobber slowly dripped from it. Yakedo guessed that was the smell.

He payed more attention to Mothando. Immediately feeling enraged, but more at himself for letting himself get caught.

“O-Of course… I should’ve-“ Mothando interrupted by hushing him.

“I have no time for any of this foolishness.” She crouched down to meet Yakedo’s level

“I’ve waited a long time for this…to be able to have you in my mercy…for me to finally have my answer…”

“Do you know how stupid this is?” Yakedo gained the strength to crawl towards Mothando despite the pain.

“My soldiers…my knights…hell, even my advisor will come to strike you down for this.”

“It’s funny you say that actually…considering you agreed to a month’s worth of relaxation with Garmon written in a letter.”

“What..?” Yakedo’s anger started to rise by the second. Refusing to believe they’d in act on such an idiotic plan.

“I’ve known you for years Yakedo, I know how you are. I know how you treat your soldiers, your advisor, anyone that interacts with you. With that, I can guess how you treat your sons.”

Yakedo knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to kill Mothando. Obviously with how he was now he couldn’t, but he’ll try.

Despite all that pained him, he started to stand up. Fueled by his pure and utter hatred for Mothando.

“You keep our children out of this…it’s none of your business how I treat them.” He bared his teeth, “Besides, you’ve never even had a child. You wouldn’t even know how to raise a roach to be royalty.”

Mothando got up to meet Yakedo’s level. The torch behind her made her Afro look like that of a sun. Her golden eyes looked deep into Yakedo’s soul, and Yakedo couldn’t tell what emotion she had.

“I feel you would know that I only got to experience that for three years…and then he was taken from me.”

Anger and frustration were practically beaming from her face. Her eyes were starting to pierce through Yakedo.

“I just want to ask one question Yakedo. Where is my son?”

The tension in the air was so thick, not even a freshly sharpened sword could cut through it. Mothando still stabbed Yakedo with her gaze, awaiting an answer.

Yakedo’s mind was a storm of questions and ignorance. How could Mothando even start to think he’d have any knowledge of her son? He thought.

“You might be even dumber than a rodent.” Simply stated Yakedo. His hands gripped at the bars tightly, and he started to prepare his fire magic.

“I’ll ask you this again. Where is my son?” She stayed still, as if she was petrified by Medusa.

“I’m…” Yakedo readied his magic, preparing to strike Mothando with it, “I’m not answering shit.”

Yakedo then stepped back quickly, and fired his attack at Mothando’s face. Mothando was not able to act fast enough, so the fire struck her on the side of her face.

She hissed in pain at the burn. Her face looked as if she was proven right on something, like she was reassured. The tears that were streaming down her face said otherwise though.

The tears screamed pain, they screamed frustration, grief, and surprise. These tears stopped Mothando from saying anything more. She didn’t trust her voice.

The two Umnotho guards stood in front of Mothando as Yakedo prepared to make another blow. Garmon quickly started to sign to the bird-like beast behind him to reinforce the spell.

Yakedo aimed his next attack on the bars, trying to melt them. As soon as he shot this, the beast beside Garmon started to screech. When it did this, that same pain and darkness surrounded Yakedo once again.

This time it felt almost 1000 times worse than before. It nearly made him pass out, but there was nothing else he could do besides that.

He could barely hear anything, as a painful ringing noise invaded his ears. His mind and body begged him to succumb to its attempts at relief, and he yielded to it.

Ava paced around her room, awaiting Lorelei’s arrival. She didn’t understand what was taking her so long, she needed to head to work like, now. Ava then got a text on her phone. She quickly went to see who it was, and it happened to be Lorelei

the text read: “yo! Sososo soz for being late!!! Jake wanted to make me something for lunch later today (ain’t he sweet🥹🥹🥹) so ofc had to stay!! But NOW I’m heading over there!!! Should only take a few minsss!!”

Ava laid on her bed face first and groaned into her pillow. She was definitely gonna be a little late, but surely Max will just be glad she’s gonna be there. At least that’s what she hoped.

She figured she could tell the Daemons that Lorelei was almost here. Did they even know her name? She thought. She decided not to think too hard and just tell them.

Once again like yesterday she slammed the door open. She also hit Leif again in the process.

“Woah what the-!? Why would you sleep there again!?” Asked Ava.

“None of your business…asshole” he murmured as he quickly moved away.

Ava cursed under her breath while trying to get into her “royal” state of mind.

“My dear guests!” Exclaimed Ava in a bit of a hushed tone.

All the Daemons ears perked up, showing that they were paying full attention. Ava slightly winced at the sight of them. She didn’t really know if they could control that aspect of themselves.

She tucked that worry deep inside her mind and began to silently hype herself up.

“So my royal friend is a bit…” Ava paused. What was the best way to describe Lorelei? “…much” she decided on.

“But I assure you! She means well!” As soon as Ava finished speaking a flurry of knocks banged at the front door.

“see? That’s her right now!” She speed walked to the front door to answer.

“Ava! So so sorry! I would’ve came a itsy bitsy bit earlier but I wanted to bring things for me and your-“ Ava cut off Lorelei.

“Yeah sure just make sure to uh…yeah.” She sped past Lorelei and ran to the elevator.

Lorelei thought it was a bit weird Ava would brush her off like that. Especially because she hasn’t introduced her other friends. Then again, she was running a bit late.

She turned around to meet her future best friends and was immediately shocked. She didn’t really expect all of them to be guys, and for them to be so tall too. Their ears too. They all looked like elves.

Maybe they were just earbuds? She thought. There were some new headphones that looked like elf ears, but they were meant for cosplayers.

“Sup future best friends!” She exclaimed, slightly startling the men.

“I’m uber duber excited to meet you guys!” She squealed. She immediately went to the table.

She slammed her heavy bag onto the table and started taking things out of it. It ranged from board games, different foods, some video games, and basically all of Lorelei’s favorite things.

All the Daemons were very much confused. They didn’t know what any of these things were, let alone what they were supposed to do.

Noi picked one of some type of game called “Scraggle” eyeing it a bit. It looked like some type of education game to him. At least it taught you the spelling of words.

“Oh! Orange! Lemme know your names and stuff first! Haha!” Lorelei grabbed the board game out of Noi’s hand and sat down on the couch.

”So I’m pretty sure Ava already introduced me, but in case she didn’t, I’m Lorelei! I’ve got a boyfriend, and I really like dogs!” She looked at the five men who looked confused as ever.

“Psst. Now you introduce yourselves.”

Asch looked as if a lightbulb finally shown in his head. “Oh! I’m Asch, Prince of Chikara queen Lorelei.” He then bowed.

It was now Lorelei’s turn to be confused. Of course lightly, she already assumed they were cosplayers. Maybe they were just really in character.

“These three are my knights for this mission, Pierce, Leif, and Noi ” he pointed at them all. “And this is my dear advisor, Rhys”

Leif snorted at the word “dear” and Asch punched him in the arm.

“Wow! You guys got some interestin’ names!” She started putting stuff off the table and slammed the box named “Scraggle” on it.

“Unless you guys are hungry, we can get to playing some board games!” She started to open the box.

Inside it was cardboard with a velvet cover. There was also a small bag that seemed to have something in it.

As entranced by the things that were on the table as they were, they couldn’t help but focus on the word hungry. They hadn’t eaten something since they came here after all.

“We are hungry. Feed us.” Blankly stated Pierce.

“Pfft, straight to the point I guess!” Lorelei took out a big plastic bag and a metal container.

As soon as she opened the metal container, a fiesta of spices and scents hit the five Daemon’s noses.

It was unlike anything they’ve smelt before. Of course they had their fair share of well seasoned foods and sauces, but nothing to this degree.

“Hey Lorelei…what is this..?” Asked Noi. He almost put his finger in the sauce before Lorelei quickly smacked his hand away.

“Yo! Don’t put your hands in the salsa!” Lorelei then remembered what Ava said. They were from a different country, so maybe stuff like this is obscure.

“O-M-G! Totally forgot to ask! What country are you guys from?” Lorelei opened the bag and another waft of smell hit the Daemon’s senses.

”Ah, we are from Daemos, not a country, as it’s a whole other world.” Said Rhys, ignoring how tempting the smell of whatever was inside the container was.

“…uh…I like the dedication, but just tell me where you guys are from.” Lorelei started to look a bit irritated, but the five men didn’t have the faintest clue as to why.

“Well? You guys are cosplayers right?”

“What’s a costco-player..?” Asked Leif.

Lorelei scanned the five men again. The more she looked at their ears, the more real they seemed. She had slightly pointy ears herself, but those were human. Their ears looked like that of a bat.

“Are…what are you guys..?”

Ava ran as fast as she could to the burger joint. She constantly bumped into people while mumbling apologies all throughout the city. One guy even cussed her out, but she didn’t pay enough attention to care. All Ava wanted to do was keep this job.

Her dads were practically handing her jobs, and she always managed to lose them. It’s not like she wanted to, she just didn’t really want to work for money.

As privileged as she knew it sounded, it really was how she felt. Her dads always provided her with money when she was jobless, and most of the time they just handed things to her.

She was starting to feel bad about it though. Everyone around her was rich while she was just some jobless leech. Lorelei of all people was pretty rich because she was an influencer, and Jake worked in tech. Sometimes they would just send her money unprovoked, and she always felt terrible afterwards.

As she got close to the doors she saw Max putting up a “Now Hiring” sign. Ava was praying that meant someone other than her was fired.

“M-Max! Wait!” She started to catch her breath, “I’m here…”

Max looked at Ava, but Ava felt it was like she was looking down on her. She didn’t know if that was because of the height difference though.

“Ava, I’m sorry but…We’re gonna have to let you go…” Max handed Ava a paycheck, “Here’s your last payment…I hope you can find another job.”

Ava’s heart sunk right down to her stomach. She was here now, shouldn’t Max be glad? She thought.

Ava’s temper started to rise. She thought she had every right to still work here. Before she knew it, Ava exploded at Max.

“Oh c’mon! I’m here now you asshole! You should be grateful I even worked here! Do you know who my dads are!? They’ll make you let me work here!” Ava’s eyes made it seem she was ready to argue for hours, but Max was even more ready.

“Ava, I gave you so many chances to keep this job but…” Max turned away, “You just kept disappointing me. I want you to keep a job but you have to work. You’re like 25 now right? Act like it.”

Max went into the store leaving Ava speechless. Ava looked around seeing that almost everyone was staring at her. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she walked away from the store.

Ava felt completely defeated. Nothing about these past few days went her way. And as if the world was against her, it started to rain. Which was exactly what she needed.

The city went from a wild atmosphere with the smell of car fuel and hot dog stands to a melancholy set of streets and car honking.

As sad and out of it as she was, Ava could hear a very faint sound of meowing. She looked around for a bit to find that it was coming from an alley.

She knew better than to just go inside random alleys, but she can tell that this meowing sound was real. Her mind was still barking at her to turn back though.

As she went deeper and deeper down the potential death trap, the meowing became louder and more desperate. Once she finally got to the source, she found a tiny, malnourished, cat by a box. When Ava looked in the box, she found two kittens.

One already looked like life had failed it, but the second one was still breathing. It still looked like it was suffering though, and that made Ava’s heart sink even deeper than it was.

She gently picked up the adult cat and placed it in the box. Even though it pained her, she picked up the deceased kitten and put it by the box.

When she picked up the box, it was surprisingly light. She figured she should’ve expected it to be this light due to how underweight they were.

Ava speed walked to her apartment to get these cats some hope of survival. She felt a tiny bit better about herself, which was good given how shitty she thought the day went.

Before she could reach the elevator to get to her apartment, she came across her neighbor, Mrs. Oats.

“Ava! Oh it’s great to see you!” Said Mrs. Oats, carrying some grocery bags.

“Hey Mrs. Oats, glad you missed the rain?” Said Ava while pressing the elevator button.

“Oh most definitely! Shouldn’t you be at work though?” Asked Mrs. Oats.

Ava slightly winced at the question, even though it was an understandable one.

“Y-Yeah uhm…they let me go…” said Ava. Mrs. Oats looked like she felt terrible for asking.

“Aw Ava…I’m sorry…” said Mrs. Oats. Ava tried to make her not feel bad.

“No! No! You didn’t know, it’s totally fine!” Said Ava, and she continued to blurt out a wave of reassurances.

She continued this mini damage control while they entered the elevator with Mrs. Oats looking quite overwhelmed.

“Ava it’s fine! I should be the one apologizing, haha!” Mrs. Oats then pressed the button to their floor.

“But Ava, I’ve been wanting to ask…what’s all that…commotion going on in your apartment lately?” Asked Mrs. Oats.

Ava started to blush a bit. If she told Mrs. Oats it was a bunch of guys or even friends she’d get the wrong idea. But by the way Mrs. Oats was looking at her, it seemed she already assumed the worse.

“Oh don’t worry Ava. If it’s something like that, I won’t pry into it anymore.” Mrs. Oats then winked at her, and Ava felt like she was gonna die of embarrassment.

Before things could get any worse the elevator opened, and Ava quickly walked out of it.

They talked a bit more before going into their separate apartments. But before Mrs. Oats left, Ava remembered something.

“Oh, Mrs. Oats!” Mrs. Oats turned her attention to Ava.

“I uh…found this box and…” she showed Mrs. Oats what was inside, “I found these lil’ guys”

Mrs. Oats lightly gasped, “Oh Ava…you want me to take care of them don’t you?”

Ava nodded, “I know you already have a cat and stuff but…just these two? Please?” She pleaded.

“I could…but once the mother is healthy enough, she has to go to you. I don’t have enough room for two adult cats.” Said Mrs. Oats, gently picking up the box.

“Of course, thank you so much!” Said Ava hugging Mrs. Oats while being careful not to crush the box.

Mrs. Oats smiled and hummed as a response. They both then walked into their separate apartments with Mrs. Oats having two more responsibilities.

As Ava walked into the room, the atmosphere hit her like a truck. It was like a murder just happened. There was clearly a struggle on the couch of some kind. Actually, it wasn’t just the couch, it was just about the whole room.

She closed the door behind her and forced herself to investigate.

Everything was so eerie and dark, it made a shiver crawl up her spine. She got closer to the bathroom where the mumbling was coming from, and put her ear to it.

“Lady Grandma, I think the best course of action for now would be to strike up on this deal.” Said a voice that sounded like Asch.

“Obviously, we’re gonna have to change how we’re approaching things. This queen…she’s stubborn…”

“So you’re thinking on taking her as prisoner?” Said a voice that was unfamiliar to Ava.

“Not exactly…we’re gonna be a bit more foreword with what we want. We can’t make her hand over power or marry us. Her friend told us so.”

Ava held in a gasp. That “friend” must’ve been Lorelei. She started to feel terrible. She sucked Lorelei into this, and it felt like it was going to get 100 times worse.

“Thank you boys so much for the report! I expect much more!”

“Of course Lady Grandma. Thank you for being available.”

Ava then heard the click of a lock and immediately scrambled to hide somewhere. She eventually settled on hiding behind the couch and peep from the side of it.

“Lady Lorelei, how long is her task gonna take?” Said Leif, looking a bit irritated.

“…Maybe not till five o’ clock? I don’t know…” said Lorelei. She looked exhausted.

“Lady Lorelei…know that the harshness we’re treating you with right now is out of…frustration with your queen.” Said Noi trying to reassure her.

“Your food…it was very good. I liked it.” Said Pierce, seemingly with the same goal as Noi.

Ava did a slight whimper out of pity for Lorelei. But when she did this, all the attention was immediately on her.

“A-Ava? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Asked Lorelei. She sounded drained.

“They…I got fired…” said Ava weakly.

Lorelei simply hummed in response. She turned to Asch

“Well she’s here now…can I go?” Asch nodded and pointed at the door.

“Remember not to tell anyone about where we’re from and stuff like that k’?” Lorelei hummed again as a response.

Lorelei briskly walked out the door and slammed it shut. That left Ava and the five Daemons staring at one another.

“What…What did you guys do to her..!?” Ava’s temper started to rise again.

“We asked her some questions about you. That is all.” stated Pierce.

“No…you can’t..! I bet she was terrified! Do you know that this looks like!? What the fuck is wrong with you guys!?” Yelled Ava, but in a hushed tone.

“It’s true she was scared. She only got that…in that state when we told her what you told us is all.” Said Rhys.

Ava started to think for a bit. It’s true, Lorelei doesn’t really have a sense for danger, but there’s no way she wasn’t terrified.

“She said she’ll ‘text’ you tomorrow. Whatever that means” Asch got a blanket from on top of the couch, “We’re going to sleep now, so go to your room or whatever.”

Ava refused to move for a second. Time and time again today she was left speechless. Almost every time, it was because of something terrible. If she could, she would go back in time to prevent any of this from happening. But unless there was anything she could steal from these guys to have it, there was nothing she could do.

“Well? If you don’t say anything I might sleep in your room.” Said Asch, seeming like he meant it as a threat.

“Fine, just…I’ll go…but we’re talking about this tomorrow…I’m way too tired.” Ava weakly went inside her room.

Ava flopped on to her bed and rolled on her back. She didn’t even feel like having to get into anything comfy. Barely anything today went well, frankly, she was surprised she even thought today would go well.

She picked up her phone and started to doom scroll through Meower a bit. She didn’t even want to touch her text messages, because she left it on Lorelei’s texts.

There was your average dumb opinion, fifth Punch streamer getting called out that week, random gaming news mixed in with politics. What you’d expect.

Except she found something weird. It was some sort of small news story about…those five Daemos guys.

It read: “Five suspicious men spotted in Up Town, New Rune. Some are saying they are cosplayers. Others state it’s something more dangerous.”

It was some weird conspiracy theory account so of course no one believed it except for its very few followers.

She did a tiny sigh of relief, but she didn’t know why. She didn’t care for these guys. They’re just slowly ruining her life. But at that moment, it seemed they were the only people there at the moment.

Lorelei seemed like she didn’t want to talk to her, so her only friend was basically gone. She knew it was a weird thought process, but she was used to things like this at that point.

She turned off her phone, put it on its charger, and faced the ceiling.

she didn’t know if she was just tired, or because so much had happened, but those guys might be another chance.

Tears built up in her eyes. She was definitely tired. She wouldn’t get so sad about something like this. All they want to do is marry her.

Ava’s eyes were starting to get heavy, and her last thought for that night was: “Maybe there was something more to those guys.”

WAHHH I’m so glad it’s done!!! Again very sorry for taking so long. I wanted to make this my best work! I’m sure the more experience I get the more I’ll be unhappy with past stuff but for now I’m pretty happy with how this turned out! Next ep will take less time trust (actually don’t I have band camp like next week so it’s gonna be a bit till next chapter lol)

#my inner demons #rhys my inner demons #my inner demons asch #my inner demons ava #aphmau my inner demons #mid rewrite #my inner demons noi #my inner demons pierce #my inner demons leif #My inner demons Lorelei

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small preface: one of my goals this year is to write a lot more, so I've been doing (near) daily writing prompts since the 1st-- i won't be posting everything, but some of my prompts i kinda want on my blog, so!! that's what this is!! also this is NOT part of a larger fic and is in NO WAY directly connected to anything specific!! with that out of the way-

Prompt: Cherry Written: 05 Jan, 2025 Pairing: Sam (Stardew Valley) x Luci (OC) Word Count: 1,320 (is sfw, don't worry<3)

Sam was nothing if not observant.

He kept an eye on his mother and her mood, trying to ensure the already fragile enough woman didn’t encounter the straw that would break the camel’s back. Having to raise a son and house another while her husband had no guaranteed way home wore on her more than she tried to let on, and Sam did his best to make sure it never became too much for her.

He kept an eye on his brother and his lessons. He made sure his brother had the best childhood he possibly could, even with his father gone, and tried his best to deal with his tantrums so their mother didn’t have to. Vincent wasn’t too much of a handful, but he was still assisting to raise a child well before he wanted to do anything of the sort.

Even his friends.

He paid close, close attention to Penny, keeping a protective eye on her tumultuous home life and situation with her mother. He paid close attention to Abigail, trying to make sure she wasn’t going to blow up on her overbearing parents. He paid close attention to Sebastian, trying to make sure he didn’t hole himself away from the world permanently and become a hermit that would never again socialize.

And when the bubbly blonde farmer crashed into his life with all the force of a semi-truck going over a hundred miles an hour on ice with no brakes… He paid close attention to her, as well.

She was scarily good at hiding her true feelings.

But she was also incredibly easy for him to read.

Simple, in her complexity.

Sam watched Luci lean over the pub table to move her figurine further down the board Sebastian had set up while he waited. They were in the middle of a run of Solarion Chronicles: The Game and had decided to come to Gus’ to do so, if only so they weren’t interrupted by Robin. She had already warned them that she’d be working on a new project, so they had moved their tabletop game to the saloon.

“Two pumpkin spice lattes, a joja cola float, and an oolong tea,” Gus counted off as he sat the large drinks on the counter in front of the blond. “Are you sure you didn’t want any snacks…?”

The musician opened his mouth to respond, but paused.

Luci had been talking a lot about her dehydrator…

He pursed his lips while the thought took root.

Gus smiled, and his mustache smiled with him. “...Did you think of something?”

“Have you gotten any of those dried fruits…?”

Back at the table, Abigail finally looked up from the board to squint at where the tallest of their group just kept talking with the barkeep. Not entirely unusual, but just enough for her to grow suspicious. “…He went to get us drinks, what’s taking him so long? Gus isn’t ever this slow.”

“Could be putting in a pizza order,” Sebastian suggested. He only seemed to be paying half an ear of attention, though, as he continued tallying current character totals on his paper. “You know his stomach is a black hole, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was getting something to eat.”

“I wouldn’t mind something to eat, honestly,” Luci admitted. “I just don’t know how he eats so much pizza. My stomach would collapse.”

“Black hole,” Sebastian reiterated, a bland yet sarcastic twinge to his tone.

Abby nodded and leaned against her elbows on the table. “A black hole he loves filling with the most trash ass junk food imaginable.”

With a barely noticeable lopsided grin, the keyboardist off-handedly asked, “How much you wanna bet he got himself a joja cola?”

“He got it from Gus, not the vending machine,” the violet haired lass reminded. “Otherwise, I would have bet something on it.”

“I’ll still bet dinner that he got one,” the blonde waved her hand his way. “I bet he got a cola float.”

“Oh, good point,” Abby conceded. “He did go for caffeine… But that still doesn’t explain what’s taking him forever now— oh there he comes.”

The trio looked up at Sam as he oh so carefully carried an entire tray over to their table, obviously doing his best to not spill the full glasses. Abigail quickly got up to rush to his side and help him bring it over without splashing anything. Sebastian and Lucina quickly moved some of their game related things out of the way to make room on the table.

“Pumpkin spice lattes for y’all,” Sam said aloud as he passed his bandmates their drinks. “An oolong tea for Lu,” he winked at her when he passed her the large cup, and she blushed faintly from it. “And a joja cola float for myself.”

Sam missed the way Abby's smile got incredulous.

“Told you,” Luci said in a sing-song manner. Sebastian laughed in a knowing manner, while Abby's laugh was more from the gut.

His bicolored eyes narrowed at her, then at his laughing bandmates.

She smiled innocently at him.

He let it slide.

Sam then grabbed the first bowl– filled with dried plums– and sat it in front of Sebastian, sat a bowl of dried purple mushrooms in front of Abigail, and placed a third bowl of dried cactus fruit in front of himself. All things they’d appreciate as easy to snack on munchies they could enjoy while playing.

And with a flourish, he placed the last bowl of dried cherries in front of Luci.

Her orange eyes glittered and shimmered like molten gold, her smile wide as she looked up at him curiously. “Snacks?”

“Snacks,” he agreed, a goofy and lopsided smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Thought you’d like some cherries.”

She briefly wondered if he’d just noticed her preference for the fruit, or if she was just that predictable. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was bright when she nodded at him, ignoring the thought for the moment. “I would, actually, yes. Thank you.”

His bandmates certainly didn’t fail to notice how his chest puffed up oh so slightly, or how his lopsided smile grew that much more cocky and confident. When he sat down with a thump, his eyes were locked on the blonde humming happily as she grabbed one of the cherries.

Abigail and Sebastian shared a knowing, if exasperated, look, and her blue eyes rolled oh so dramatically when he answered with, “Anytime.”

Sebastian snorted, and it finally made Sam turn and glare sharply at them.

Seb waggled his brows at his best friend, who seemed flustered and none too pleased at his wordless accusation.

“Oh! By the way, I healed you and Abby both with my actions when you left to get this,” Luci said, having remembered to fill the musician in on what happened when he left the table. “You should be back up to mostly full health.”

“Two points shy of it,” Sebastian agreed, the ghost of a smirk playing on his face.

“Good! We should have fewer issues with the Evil King, then,” Sam commented, eager to get all attention off his far too obvious crush on the woman he sat next to. “This should be a lot easier with Luci here to heal us.”

“With Luci here, yes,” Abby teased, her smile all too mischievous.

Sam narrowed his eyes at her this time.

“I’m just glad it’s going so well,” the blonde in question said with an airy, light laugh. “This is only my second time playing, and my first time all the way through.”

“You’re doing really well,” Sebastian praised. “I’m surprised you’ve picked up so quickly on it.”

“I do my best,” she smiled under his praise.

And she seemed to be the only one who missed the brief twitch of a frown that was Sam’s reaction– though he would vehemently deny any and all accusations of jealousy.

#my writing #prompt writing #farmer lucina #stardew valley #stardew sam #oc x canon #canon x oc #dont u dare be meanies or ill cry forever and ever #sdvjsndfvjksnd #ITS A LOAD OF NOTHING BUT IT'S MY LOAD OF NOTHING AND I LIKE IT OKAY #dude i havent posted my fics anywhere but ff(dot)net and ao3 so like excuse my tagging lmao I don't tend to post my writing for my ocs ;w;

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