#<- if you cant tell from how i talk about jack and the whole. name. here. this is really me deconstructing that whole idea that’s been

[quietwingsinthesky]

Let Jack do some biting and exploding as a little treat. He needs it for enrichment in his environment! Alternatively this is his “hormone driven teen age rebellion/angst” phase. Or he’s threatening to run away and live with Sam.

Assuming you’re referencing my anti-domestic destiel au: yeah 🥰 jack is in just the worst situation here, and he put himself there, sure, he agreed to it, thought it would be okay. but crucially, to me, he also thought it was temporary. and that the love he would experience as Dean & Cas’s actual baby wouldn’t differ that much from what he gets as himself. And when it actually is different, when they treat him different, (maybe there’s more kindness in Dean when he’s holding someone that looks more like a child, maybe Castiel’s more attentive and knows how to handle him better because after all, he planned, he took classes, for a baby) that’s rough! horrible and frustrating!

and since they’re all pretending this is fine and makes them happy, he spends more time than he should playing along and feeling worse and worse about himself. I think things should start breaking around him. His toys all crack and twist into terrible shapes. Blood stains show up on his baby blankets. He cries and glass shatters. (He’s trying so hard to keep it in, but it’s not working, he’s upset and he doesn’t even have an outlet to talk about it or anything because Dean and Cas are fully treating him like the toddler he’s taken the shape of.)

I really think Sam would be his saving grace here because Sam is a reprieve from having to keep up that appearance and act. Sam treats Jack as his son, yes, but also as an adult, because that is what Jack is, fast growth cycle and odd birthday count or not. He doesn’t want to be a child. The window for that has passed. He’s grown up.

(I swear that Jack’s part in this isn’t just me being frustrated with his literal infantilization in popular fanon as a character who’s very obviously (to me, anyway) coded as autistic. I swear. It’s not all that. Just. Most of it.)

Jack running away with Sam would be such a way to kick off the falling apart of this “perfect” life that Dean and Castiel have constructed. Their son up and fucking leaves, goes to live with Sam because he can’t stand how neither of them look at him and actually see who he is rather than who they’d prefer him to be. Maybe jumpstarts a few realizations about the fact that they aren’t seeing each other truthfully either, that they’re both miserable and need to split up before they lose their friendship that’s so important to them as well.

(and of course, for extra drama, Jack should burn their house down. What better way to signify that the Normal Apple Pie Life is coming to an end then a housefire. Dean walks in to check on Jack during the night and instead of a baby, there’s Jack standing there next to his small bed, eyes burning gold and neither of them can say anything before the whole room explodes into flame. (Which Jack is very upset about. He didn’t mean that to happen. (He’s glad that it did.) He just lost control.)

but also just in general even outside of this au, jack should be allowed to bite people <3 it’s good for him <3 he gets his bloodthirsty urges to tear out people’s throats from his dad! (sam)

[carpettmuncher]

fic recs

aka, i read too much fic and need to share my favorites

gorging myself on you, still can't get enough (insatiable) - sobsicles

i love this so much. casual confessions from dean. insanely horny and conflicted cas. grocery store confessions <3

rating: M

how we're stuck in entropy - shineforthee

unfinished as of now, but worth it imo. sam makes a deal for cas' life and dean has to grapple with grief and mourning. amazing commentary on grief and dean's mindset, and great destiel

rating: E

don't stop, don't slow - hedderstheowl

trans cas and cas being so surprised by how good sex is with someone he loves

rating: E

love's such an old fashioned word. - hedderstheowl

same author as above bc i cant get enough of their fics. i LOVED this concept and characterization of cas. cas gets revived but doesnt believe hes out of the empty, and treats the world around him accordingly.

rating: E

ignite your bones - ilovehowyouletmefall

such powerful storytelling and writing. loved this front to cover. dean kills sam to get the world back- the remaining of tfw 2.0 grapple with the after effects. dean deals with grief, homophobia, and cas' confession.

rating: E

this whole trilogy but namely sam winchester, ally at law - alittleduck, amidsizedfrog

sam wants to be an ally soooo bad but dean refuses to be an acceptable queer. love this characterization so much

rating: T

the cheapest room in the house - biggaybenny

dean downloads grindr for cas to meet guys and gets jealous when cas talks to guys. angst with a happy ending

rating: E

psalm 40:2 - unicornpoe

cas time travels to meet dean pre-hell. pre and early seasons dean my beloved <3

rating: E

benedictions - kalmialatifolia

priest cas and writer dean. unfinished but i think about this fic at least 3x a week. if you enjoy fleabag, youll enjoy this fic. if you enjoy priest porn, youll enjoy this fic. cannot recommend this enough

rating: E

everyone knows the year doesnt stop until april- fleeceframe

first of all, go check out this author right now i love ALL their fics, but this one stuck with me. early seasons destiel. cas has so much love he doesnt know what to do with it. case fic

rating: M

gold in the edges of our vision - sewingnatural

i fucking love this so much. absolutely amazing religious imagery and symbolism. dean and cas share peaches on a roadtrip and are in love about it. fic that convinced me to go on a roadtrip this summer

rating: T

juxtaposition - rhinestoneangels

this fic is short and amazing. interesting prose, dean in hell, religious imagery. mwah love it

rating: G

where the heart is - goldenraeofsun

claire fic of all time if i do say so myself. claire time travels to s7 and hunts with dean before making her way home. i adore this one so much

rating: M

here, bullet, here - a_good_soldier

dean and his relationship with violence. contains pre series dean and post-canon destiel. named from a poem, this one hits you right in the heart

rating: T

use cinderblocks to build a stairway - pollutedstar

dean, sex work, ptsd, and self worth. heed the tags!! heavy fic but thoroughly enjoyable

rating: M

the soul burns brighter than the sun - wow_thisiswheremylifeis

post-canon fix it. cas escapes the empty and effectively breaks it, while telling everyone but dean that hes alive. they grapple with their relationship and fixing the empty. love it!!!

rating: E

let's take a drive - sobsicles

another sobsicles fic because theyre all 10s. jack reverts to baby age, cas is protective, dean and cas have a complicated relationship. amazing fic with amazing feels. best tag ever: maybe we're all a little scared and that's okay

rating: E

the eye is a mouth. - zeke21

dean, sex work, god, a study on the relationship between all three. fucking amazing fic, really nailed chuck's presence in this. go check out this authors other works too, they're all mind blowing

rating: E

asterism of an f-series ford pick up - disabled_dean

altered my brain chemistry a little bit i think. cas and dean go on a roadtrip and dean is exceptionally horny about it. dean is not normal about love and thats okay

rating: M

maybe i like pleasure pain - tothewillofthepeople

another one that wrecked me entirely. one of the best cas centric fics out there, this fic focuses on cas' recovery post-empty. lovely dialogue and imagery, just amazing all around

rating: M

wyoming, january 1996 - luulapants

THEE dean 17th birthday case. fucking amazing storytelling, takes johns journal entry and runs with it.

rating: T

between sex and death and trying to keep the kitchen clean - ftmsteverogers

jupernatural, kid jack, post-canon fix it with empty confession misunderstanding <3 love it so much, this author is so talented :)

rating: E

[helloiamadrawer]

Random WBC Crew NSFW Headcanons (+ Killer T)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

U-1146

service top/top energy- tell him what you want and hes all hands on deck

knows that he has a big d but he doesn't really brag about it (cough cough 2048)

doesn't really jack off too much, low sex drive unfortunately

but when y'all do have sex he does not disappoint.

number one rule of 1146: never underestimate a neutrophil's oral skills cause LORD- (and I speak for all the neutrophils here 🙌)

will have you crying from his tongue swirling around your entrance transitioning to flicking your clit: he has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve

tell him how good he makes you feel plz and thank you he will return the favor..

as for p in v...

he's a tease at the start, sliding the tip of his cock against your wet slit before he enters STAWP-

he's barely vocal but you can hear some grunts and his hot labored breathing

U-4989

it's always a ride when it comes to 4989

service top/leaning bottom

first time with him was interesting cause he let you take the lead

yes, he was vocal lemme tell ya lol, his voice becomes a little shaky whilst praising and moaning your name as you ride him, you can say he's enjoying it too much but you cant help but to find it hot

"o-oh god, yeah,-ngh! fu-uck you're so good~ don't-don't stop~"

PLEASE thread your fingers through his fluffy hair while he eats you out

overstim king, cums the most out of the crew, the messier the better, he will have you sore but begging for another high surprisingly

aftercare=cuddles and kisses

U-2626

switch like a switchblade

he loves to see your reactions during the act, from your puffy red cheeks while sucking his dick to your fucked out face when his dick hits a new angle inside of you, noises of pleasure loudly slurring out of you

sure you may not see his reaction alot but he will show that fangy smile or reply with some lewd comment

average dick energy (a little girthy) but he sure knows how to use it

sex being the only chance too sweep his bangs over to finally see what his eyes are like..but you would have to work real hard for that right in 2626's terms

a sucker for leaving bites on your neck/neck kisses

U-2048

Mans is down for anything from quickies to threesomes he's such a slut

eyefucking king ™️ (don't ask why look at his eyes)

sends you to poundtown lmaooo

very much into receiving head but he ain't gonna complain about giving you head as well (just ask in the most smuttiest way possible :) )

ofc the most cockiest of all neutrophils has to have the filthiest mouth for dirty talk in the bedroom

"such a good fucking whore for me, aren't ya baby? I hardly even touched you and you're literally soaked~" he whisper in your ear with that stupidly smooth voice he has, pressing himself against you..in public. "Babe we are in the artery right now..save it for when we get somewhere private."

slight knifeplay kink

fond of any position that involves eye contact ughhhhhhhhhhhh

Killer T Cell

the most aggressive top you've ever seen

In the sheets he is a bully, pulling your hair, smacking your ass, dominating you the second you two hit the mattress

is actually very gentle the first time then after the a few more time he starts showing his rough side

he let you top ONCE and he made you swear to never tell anyone, (he was a total brat during the whole thing but ended up secretly liking it in the end)

goes a little overboard with love marks sometimes drawing a little blood which once he saw it he was bowing his head a million times apologizing

no escape from the many holds/positions with those big muscles 😫

call him daddy? it's all over for you

"So..you think you can call me daddy and get away with it? Well I got some news for you doll, you're 'bout to witness what punishment is coming to you~" 😈

[notzawzark]

GHOST (mw2) X MALE READER (platonic)

NOT ROMANCE, uh, reader kinda already had a backstory, so kinda bordering on oc, but things like his hight/skincolor/appearance in general is kept blank.

its kinda dogshit looking back on it, so dont expect it to be like.. good, in any sense of the word, its riddled with plot holes and like. writting inconsistency. and also the writting as a whole is just.. mid

TW/CW's: torture, implications towards past abuse, maybe other stuff, but you get the gist, if you your not for any of this, dont read, keep yourself safe

“so..” I break the silence that had once held the room hostage. “you're ghost.” I didn't expect him to actually get captured, let alone get captured alive. Looking through all the intel we have on him, by all means we shouldn’t have been able to get him alive.

I doubt doing this will prove fruitfull.

Were both sat In an “interrogation” room. Only recently was it promoted as such. It used to be more of a “torture and kill” room. Its empty for the most part, only a metal table, two old wood chairs sitting across from each other, and a few pieces of paper with a pencil on my side of the table.

A door behind me, no windows, walls made of some bleak concrete. There are two guards outside the room blocking the door. Not for me. For him. Hes tied up, the boss was never one to take chances. Neither would I with the record and reputation this man has racked up.

“you probably know why you’re here..” I look around “ in this… room.”  He doesn’t budge. The mask makes this infinitely harder. “you should probably get comfortable.. I don’t see you leaving anytime soon.” I sigh. I don’t see him leaving ever. Hell probably get killed before he ever gets that luxury. 

“ill be completely honest with you. My.. boss, along with all my associates think that what im doing is pointless. They all want to tear into that skin of yours.” I put my feet onto the table. Taking a deep breath in trying to figure out how to word my next sentence. 

“I don’t think any of that will work.” Its blunt, but its true. “I think” I pick up the pencil on the table and start tapping it absentmindedly. “that no amount of pain, or threatening of your life, or humiliation will make you to tell them what they want to hear.” I look him dead in the eyes, trying to gage how he reacts. “I think that shit just brews spite.”

 Nothing. Honestly its kind of uncomfortable. Staring into his unblinking eyes. They always kinda look glazed over, and red, like he doesn’t sleep much. “I hope you can help me prove them wrong. Because once im done here today theyre going to start torturing you.” I look away. The eye contact is to uncomfortable. “so, whats your real name, ghost?” he doesn’t respond. “what is it.. jack? Is it.. jason?” (I wrote this at 2 am, and thought that jason was ghosts brothers kid, im pretty sure that isnt right, but ignore it, his name is jason now) theres something in his eyes when I say the name jason, but I don’t think its his name. maybe someone he knows. Or knew. “ill be honest im trying to think of british sounding names, and I cant find any.” I crack a joke. Obviously, he doesnt respond.

I sigh. This is going to take awhile. I suggest a few more names. Jason was the only thing that he reacted at. A small reaction however. It could have just been my mind playing tricks. “what about your family?” hopefully this gives me more. “what was your mom like?” nothing. “your dad?” an eye dart. There. That. That is what I needed. I hum, its low, its clearly satisfied. He picks up on it. “your dad, was he a good man,”

Shit. Nothing. Hes either correcting himself now because He knows what im doing. That im trying to get a stir out of him. Or I was mistaken about his reaction. I continue. “was he a bad man?” nothing. Im going to kill myself. “my dad was a bad man.” He shows a hint of confusion. I assume he wasn’t expecting me to talk about myself. “I mean he wasn’t a horrible man from what Ive heard. But he left me and my mom.” I get up from my spot on my chair, and hop up, sitting on the edge of the table to his right. I can see his face better now.

“and a good person doesn’t leave their family, now do they?”

He shifts his focus over to my new spot. He wants to talk. I don’t know what he wants to say, but I can feel his eagerness in the air. “from what I hear you have a dead brother.” Surprise, then anger, then sadness. He looks away. Off to his left. That makes things harder. “how old are you?” he looks to the table as he asks me a question. He seems genuinely curious. “well your definitely British, Jesus.” I remark on his accent. He looks up at me, unamused with my observation.

“im 20.” He doesn’t buy it at all. “19” he seems even less convinced. “17” his eyes narrow. “fine, 16..” I mumble looking at the ground. I don’t see his reaction, but it doesn’t matter. “what is someone your age doing workin’ for a group like this?” I side eye him. “and what is someone of your status doing getting caught by a group like this?” he grunts and goes back to looking to his left.

I sigh, I probably shouldn’t have retorted with that. I might just have sent myself back to square one. “what do you do with your free time, mr. ghost?” he doesn’t respond yet again. I definitely sent myself back to square one. I get off of the table, back into my seat across from him, “have you ever had any pets?” I look up at him, to see his reaction.

It’s a very telling reaction. Hes uncomfortable. “yes? No?” nothing. I look back down, grabbing a piece of paper, and the pencil, I start drawing him. He doesn’t know that though, or at least I assume he doesn’t. I might be a bit more obvious then I want to be. “whats your favorite animal?” I look up again. Hes uncomfortable, less then before, but that’s probably just him regulating it. “mine are snakes.”

He closes his eyes. Ive definitely found something. Theres a moment of silence. “I like the big yellow ones.” He opens his eyes. “I also like the folklore and stories behind snakes.” Hes disengaged. Fuck.

I back down. “who is your favorite artist.” Safer. “music, painting, writing it doesn’t matter.” I focus on my drawing. Im not looking to get a reaction. ”don’t have one.”  He answers. “why not?” a genuine question. “don’t have time to have one.” 

“well I mean, you cant be working all the time, you get a few weeks off after each mission right?”

“no.”

I hum a response. High pitched. Acknowledging what he said. I begin to get more focused on my drawing, talking less and less. Eventually were both sitting in silence, the only noise in the room being my pencil scratching against the paper.

“you like art?” he nods to the drawings in front of me.

“it passes the time.”

He doesn’t say anything after that. An hour passes by. Im done. Well. As done as ill ever be. I stand up, pushing my chair back. Eyes fixated on my art. Analyzing it to no end. I pick it up, and place it infront of ghost, while I stand close beside him.

“your eyes are expressive.” It sounds creepier then I meant it to. He looks down at it. He really looks at it. Not just a glance over. taking a few minutes. for a bit I think hes fallen asleep until he speaks. “impressive.” 

That’s all he has to say? He looks at a drawing for three minutes in silence, and all he has to say is one word? ‘impressive????’ that’s it????? This guy is gonna make me shoot myself. “thank you.” I try my best to make it sound earnest. A very difficult task. 

I sit back down at my chair. Hes still looking at the art. “theyre probably gonna come soon.” He looks confused at first, but then it clicks. Hes gonna meet those associates i mentioned earlier. “but if you give me as much as a hint of what they want to hear, I can probably stop him.” Ghost doesn’t respond. Quiet as always. I sigh and lean back in my chair. He looks down to the drawing again. “you ever been drawn before?” I ask

“negative.”

What freak talks like that? Negative??? I get hes in the military but Jesus fucking christ. “you can keep it if you get out of here alive.” I laugh at my own joke under my breath. 

“hold onto it. I don’t want it getting bloody.” He looks up from the drawing. Completely deadpan. I cant tell wether hes joking or not. 

The door behind me opens, I get up off my chair. “heyyy.” I greet the man at the door from my spot. Hes big. Big big. Probably 6’7-6’8. Sturdy build. Hes always been scary, but I guess that’s a part of the magic. He rolls in a cart im unpleasantly familiar with. It has an assortment of metal tools. For all sorts of different things.

“(reader).”he acknowledges me. his voice always finding a way to unsettle me. He walks past me, dragging his cart of goodies with him. He stops. Grabbing onto ghosts chair, the wood making a shrill sound as he trudges it to the back wall. He takes his cart with him. Ghosts breathing has gone rapid. Mine probably would too. Scratch that. Mine definitely would too.

I grab my drawing off the table. I don’t want to be in here. I start to leave. “(reader), leaving so soon?” the big man turns around, some horrible device already in his hands. Im quiet. I have to watch what I say around him. “yeah.” I search for the right words. “you know I don’t like loud sounds.” Its true, I don’t. theres a tenseness in the room. Like a twig bending before it finally snaps. 

He turns his normal sick expression into a hallow smile. “how forgetful of me.” He turns back to ghost. Whose eyes are darting around the room. Probably looking for a way out. He closes them shut tightly, and I find that my queue to leave. I quickly walk through the door, past the guards, and out into the hallway. 

That night wasn’t a very restful one. the concrete walls might as well have been made of paper.

boom, you made it to the end, wow thats rad, heres an emoji : 🤯

ALSO if i do continue this, ghost and reader are prob gonna have like a father/son or older/younger brother bond. but yeah. uh i hoped you liked the fanfic.

[leolaroot]

One of the other aggravating things about Danny's character is that in Listen he's set up to be the 'soldier without a gun'/'soldier that doesn't kill' which is later revealed to mean jack fucking shit because. You know. He killed a brown kid in another country and likely more. That's what joining the murderous imperialist machine gets you. The one recurring character of colour and they made him this!!! And treated him like this!!!! (Also I liked Orson Pink a lot. And then Danny dies at the end of series eight which means Orson never exists and Listen as an episode just feels so. Empty. Kind of funny/sad they got Samuel Anderson to play both characters??? Like they really said ah they're both black and one's descended from the other. Just smack an afro on the descendant and people either won't notice or won't mind that they're played by the same guy??? Maybe this sort of thing happens more often than I think but I can't think. Of any other cases where this happens?) Also it's CLARA who retroactively influences him to become a soldier in the first place!! Fucked up!! Perhaps the Doctor should get more pissed at her for that!!! And the Doctor's whole anti soldier thing is like. I get it with imperialistic/colonial militaries. But in most cases in the show it's like. Soldiers fighting against universally genocidal forces like the Daleks. Which they wouldn't have to fight if the Doctor wasn't such a pussy with shit like "Do I have the right (to kill the alien hitler species before they were created to save LITERALLY TRILLIONS OF LIVES") and "Coward. Any day." Like I get that's the point of his character but damn... Talk about leaving a bad taste in the mouth... To me scenes like those are the British using the Doctor as a mouthpiece like "Ooo no please don't hate us or resent us or fight back against us you'd be just as bad as us even after we kill and oppress all of you!! Pacifism in the face of mass slaughter is the answer!!! :))))))" Like tell that to the victims of the British empire (or in the Doctor's case like. So many species who have suffered at the hands of the Daleks. Like do their lives matter so little you'd let the space nazis live??? All so you can go away assured you're still a good person? That you're not a murderer? Imagine how much better this show would be if it wasn't made by a colonial power/wasn't rank with liberalism and British apologism.

This was supposed to be about Danny it all got away from me I'm so sorry

i cannot stop thinking about that child. the show doesnt even name him btw. the fandom wiki calls him "Boy". i think he exists only to give danny Soldier Guilt. doesnt speak cant vocalize opinions. the show is like. and btw kids are killed by soldiers sometimes ! but doesnt bother expanding that Danny was shooting at SOMEONE. and that kid was just incidental. when danny enters the afterlife none of the Soldiers He Killed are there. just the one nameless familyless contextless innocent. never mind why danny pink was in afghanistan. never mind why danny pink felt justified carrying the gun. never mind why danny pink was shooting in a home. A Kid Died and NOW its Sad.

danny feels no guilt for any other killing. hes not held responsible for any of his other actions in the afterlife. just this one child. the ONLY innocent from the war. and we only see it from dannys perspective.

and even when danny grants him a second chance at life we just .... never see him again.... may as well still be dead. clara says "ill get him home" and then we the audience are free to stop caring or thinking about him ever again.

[legendarybelmont]

hey. hey wait. ok youve given me brainworms over this. i think the best name for the whole concept of a conclusion of the sorrow story being called “coda of sorrow” is very fitting actually. because. idk gow much yk ab music terminology but a coda is basically a function in music which requires you to replay the piece from the beginning, but leads you to a different ending than the orig. coda also means end (lit. “tail), ie an end to sorrow. an end to the cycles of pain and sadness and trauma which overshadow the entire castlevania franchise + narrative :]

also the idea of arikado eventually discarding the title of “alucard” and fully just. going by and embracing the title of “dracula” by the end of the narrative is so. ough. idk if thats something youd use/keep but. OUGH.

i also have. emotions about actual like musical aspects, ie how one might go abt writing the boss theme for him in this au but i dont wanna. clutter up your ask box lol

i am. so very normal about this i assure you.

- vampirebelmonts / saratrantoul i just cant send from my main bcs its not my default

thats my job o7 or so my two friends who care can tell you. as far as i can tell once you get stuck in the "oh arikado is really shitty actually" realisation theres no going back :D it actually happens to add a lot more depth to the story, even though arikado is really just mean in aria because they needed a plot device and everything in dawn is coincidental, and they 'fix' his personality in grimoire of souls (... mostly, hes just really fucking mean to death instead which is actually unlike him, him and death are usually quite amiable considering the circumstances). something something breaking cycles is one thing but its not as easy as it sounds, especially if, unlike soma, youve been chewed up and spat out by them continuously, intimately. its nice contrast

i dont know jack mcfucking shit about musical terminology teehee so thats really interesting! i didnt really have a solid name in mind, just thoughts about arikado and alucardraculas final words as he dies and whatnot. also the difference between the good ending (breaking the cycle, just a different one this time, a personal one) and the bad ending (it keeps going babyyyy all hail the inevitability of fate being blended with self-perpetuation until the lines are completely blurred)

the part about dracula as a title and alucard keeping it happens to tie into my most shitposty au of all time, a vhd crossover au, and im not going to elaborate further because its a bit shitty but yeah no ABSOLUTELY something id keep. the light novel does show that dracula is a title, judging by the way death phrases things, so! you know how it is. fun

anyway yeah this whole thingamajig is kind of my pride and joy as a castlevania fan? even though its probably kind of obvious and i heavily doubt im the first person to think of it, i like to consider it my crowning thought piece, as disconnected and rambly as it actually is in practice because it COULD be a whole ass essay except im bad at writing and well bejvyihdik. so anyway the point is i like talking about it and maybe showing off a little when im not petrified with anxiety so feel free to spam the inbox i really dont mind :]

[emmacreatures]

A wake up call

AYO IM BACK! It took a bit, but I finally was safisfied onto fully wrapping this story up. @niku30 and I talked about rather dramatic approaches, and as soon as they mentioned a turn in faith for the huntsman.. My brain was fueled with ideas. Then Nina pulled the uno card and made the most STUNNING artpiece that blew me away and brought so much emotion. SO HERE WE GO. Inspired by that piece. featuring Rayner Cruze and Jack Hardin ~ (HERE's THAT PIECE BTW https://www.instagram.com/p/Cw0d8IUqFp2/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

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Within the glimse of a second.. It happened. The steering of Jackson's car would not respond, No one could've possibly thought of this happening, and result in the worst fate imaginable.

The whole world seemed to stop for a second. Everything froze, yet went too fast to even realize what nightmare just happened. A turn was made, and wouldnt budge.. The whole audience in their seats gasped as the cameras followed to the worst crash of the century, no one knew how bad it was yet. All the racers were still in the game, as Cruze had driven to his pitstop as it needed fuel.. "This just in. The huntman is off the tracks, car has hit fire. Its yet to find out the consequences or state of Hardin himself.. Please remain seated-"... Cruze only caught up seconds after it happened. Freezing as he heard the words. Opening his own car door and watching the screens. "What happened.. What happened? is he hurt?" Cruze said with a swallow.. Before he got more strong. "IS HE HURT?" "we dont know cruze. It just happened, we dont know anything...". Out of pure fear and worry, Cruze swallowed again before he went back into his car, pushing the full gaspedal to blast the engine on as he drove off, right towards Hardin's crash. He couldnt even explain what he felt, but he had to go there. "CRUZE. CRUZE-STOP THATS-?!- Goddamnit he's not supposed to go out there. Someone GO AFTER HIM" One of his pitcrew yelled as he got someone to drive after him.. Managing to stop Cruze right as the man ran out of his car in the middle of it all, to see the wreck and full on blown fire.. "JACK.... JACK-" "Whoa woah.. Cruze, calm down. You cant come closer, the paramedics need to-" "I DONT CARE HE NEEDS HELP-" Cruze yelled before he felt like his world went into slomotion.. Cruze kept yelling thr man's name as tears streamed down his cheeks. Never in his life had he imagined to have felt such a sting in his heart.. The worst nightmare he hadnt considered or thought off to become reality.. Various people had to stop Cruze from coming closer as it was the ever first time the reckless rookie was broken like this. He was in shock, and even tried to run to the paramedics to join them on the way to the hospital.. but they all said for Cruze to keep a distance. But the man just couldnt. The game obviously was on hold.. and Cruze should not have driven off as it was an illegal thing to do. He just couldnt help himself.

Cruze eventually had been taken back to his own pitstop and crew.. Sitting away from most people as he shook as dried tears occupied his face, his trainer approached him slowly, taking him to a more private area where the doors could be shut instead of an open area.

"its a dangerous world Cruze. You need to realize this can happen.. Racing is dangerous. To younger, but also more advanced racers that hadnt made a mistake ever in their career. Its within the blink of an eye." Cruze's trainer/sponsor said as Cruze had been trying to get into jackson's hospital.. But everyone said it was too major, and had to keep their distance until they could tell or show how badly Jack's wounds were.. "I need to see him." Cruze said.. His voice shaking, yet being so stubborn and strong in what he wanted. "I know its difficult to see him but this is our world cruze. this is what you signed up for.. While you may or may not have realized yet that this can happen frequently. You have more speed than a take off to space, cars can mailfunction.. People bump each others cars. Things like this can be bound to happen".

As his trainer kept talking, cruze's mind was somewhere else.. Sniffing as he felt another tear slide down, he refused to look at the person speaking to him. "No one deserves this.. I should've been the one to get this-" "Cruze" "I JUST got into this world.. He.. He's been through so much Coach.. And now this happens, and here I am.. Without a scratch, without any issue. M" "Where did your confidence go all the sudden.. You're not quitting are you?" "I need to go to him, you let me go, or I'll quit.."

"for this season?" "Maybe all of it.. Depends what I feel like". "Cruze.. As much as you care, you cant do much nor take such direct actions.. He's possibly getting operated, and needs healing for a while.. At best he might have some scars he can get away with.. But he was in a massive hit, and chances are he might not get back into this game-" "You dont want to loose me too right.. allow me to visit him. Like maybe once a day. for a minute. Then I'll be back into your stupid game. Because you care for the fact I'm all over the media right?" Cruze said direct, seeing the true colors of this world now.. and the risk that they all had to endure which could end wrong.. as his trainer sighed.. "I wont stop you anymore, but I cant help you either. just as a reminder, if you'll pull something like this again, drive off towards the crash without allowance or pull more irrational decisions you think off on the spot.. It might've worked once to win that game which got you all into this world.. They will start to find you a bother, maybe even loose some sponsorships. you need to be careful" "Thats all you care about right" "Its important. Its a scary world with alot of ups and downs" His trainer said honest, slowly sitting up as he had sat down with Cruze. "Dont be late for the new game. As much as it might pain you, this season needs to go on and its a harsh reality. we have a race tomorrow again.. Try to keep your head in the game, or it'll be worse for all of us" The man said as he was realistic.. Making Cruze glare before he grabbed his car keys and drove off. He knew the crash was so recent ago that he might not get close.. But he couldnt help but try anyhow.

cruze was still in his racing suit. He ran right from the track to the hospital to stay as long as he possibly could. while he couldnt do much to help jack.. he just did not want to leave him alone. Each nurse after another told him to stay back and wait.. But somehow, Cruze's smooth ways got him still a little closer, using his looks a little bit to smoothen the deals along his reckless but fun behavior.. But the man was also so terrified. How would jack be.. In what state he'd be in.. Would he even be breathing on his own. It were things that were haunting Cruze. It might've been his first true fear he ever experienced.. As the driving and all never scared him.. But hearing that crash happen all over again in his mind, made him all the more worried how he was doing.

Listening yet trying to keep himself calm, one of the nurses eventually touched Rayner's shoulder as he was sitting in one of the waiting areas on the level Jack was located.. "Mr Cruze?" "Its rayner- You're fine" "He's still under some of the painkillers. A big operation is behind him, But he's stable for now." "Can I see him? or just wait inside of his room?" Cruze said as the lady looked into the direction of jackson's room before turning to him. "If you just stay here, I'll see what I can do. Since Mr Harbin is still dozed off, we usually dont allow people to come so early" The nurse said, but she noticed how badly Cruze through all these hours tried to come as close as possible. Noticing this man must.. care so much for Hardin. More than the people hardin works with, let alone his team. "Please.. if you can make an exception.." rayner said, noticing the lady saw the man was still wearing his whole racer outfit.. Not having wasted a second to come here. "Just, wait here.." she said, making Cruze slowly sit back as he waited.. Possibly being the most patient he's ever been.. Its been killing him, but after another few hours, the same nurse came to him. "Sorry for letting you wait, Hardin showed some signs of discomfort, so we needed to be sure what was happening.. You can go inside. Just try not to make him move too much if he wakes up" She said, making Cruze sigh out of relief. "Thank you.. Really.." He said, almost running to the room as he slowly opened the door, seeing Hardin for the first time since the crash.. gently closing the door behind him, he swallowed as he just slowly took a seat, but the noise made Hardin frown as he slowly opened his eyes..

"god i've never been more relieved to see someone move their chest" Cruze almost whispered as hardin had to blink a few times before he tried to focus on who was in the room.. Noticing all pipes and things onto his arms and more. "Cruze?" "the one and only.." Cruze said as he was almost able to cry out of pure relief to hear the man say his name.. alive and still kicking. "What are you doing here?" the man said with a rough voice, making Cruze laugh as tear fell down his cheek. "I could ask you the same thing.." Cruze said as he stood up to stand next to the man's bed, seeing Hardin moved a bit as he assured the man to take it slow. "You worried me sick Jack.. you better not pull this again or I'll have to kick you for it.. Are you okay?" cruze's voice started a but like how they sometimes messed with each other, but as soon as he asked how Hardin was doing, his own voice cracked, making him close to crying. He might've been a rookie and a daredevil, but the whole thing hit him so much that he wasnt scared to show emotion. "I seem to be fine for now.." "you better not scare the shit out of me like this again.. You're throwing me out of my game" Cruze said as Hardin laughed very carefully, before he looked at Cruze more. "I guess I keep doing my job then, being the huntsman" He said as the two all the sudden heard Cruze getting called.. But Cruze knew it was his team, questioning why he's gone for hours.. Without hesitation he ended the call before it even started, putting it on silent.. "Did they.. tell you anything regarding what you've been through?" Cruze said as he grabbed a chair to sit next to the man's bed.. "So far, not too much, they mentioned a lot of healing.. And that I barely made it out alive it seems.. But why are you here Cruze? I believe there's a race you have to be at tomorrow, and its not in the same city" "You care more about me having to be out there than visiting you here? do you even realize how difficult it was to even get this close" Cruze said as he raised an eyebrow, but almosy had to smile again because he was so happy he saw the man alive..

"I was so.. worried, it would've been worse.. I rather make sure you're fine and.. well treated than being in some stupid game..". "Stupid game? what happened to the man being so determined to win.. You're not planning on backing out are you?".. Hardin said as he sat up a little bit.. With help of the bed. Cruze realized this showed he cared more for jackson that he might've even realized himself, but the experienced man caught up on that detail.. Surprising him.. But making him remember it. "I'll catch up.. I'm not leaving the whole game.. its just, not the same without you out there. I find your health more important" Cruze said honest, making Hardin listen to him fully as he was a bit weakened. It touched him alot that Cruze went above and beyond to visit him.. Which again showed a certain part that confirmed some suspicion that they didnt talk about. "I can tell you one thing. you cant back up now kid.. They're gonna eventually notice this might weaken you- Many racers after seeing crashes like this tend to back out.. You cant do that" "I'm not weakened.." "I can tell you're worried. you even said it yourself, but you need to show them that this one crash wont distract you or throw you out of your game." Hardin said honest, making Cruze turn to Hardin as he looked at the man, saying nothing back for now.. "stay on track. mentally and physically" "You're becoming my new trainer?" Cruze said with a frown as Hardin looked back st him. "Dont give me that look. I'm saying you need to stand your ground" Hardin said forward, seeing Cruze got a wake up call.. But he didnt want it to become his way on avoiding this world anymore. "You're not weakened? Prove it to me then." Hardin said as Cruze's sudden challenged energy got pulled back.. Giving a specific look to Hardin in that regard.

"Since I wont be around for a bit, you might as well try and beat everyone else and stay at the top so you can wait for me to have a real challenge again. Shouldnt be too hard for you now?" Hardin said as he more than enjoyed the conversation, seeing that young energy in the room that got triggered by his approach.. Cruze had a bigger impact than he possibly realized on Hardin, but it so happened to be visa versa. "You're really out here challenging me while you've barely survived the accident?" Cruze said as he eventually smiled.. "You'll be okay.. Right?" "I will be if you wont go so soft on me. I'm quite tough Cruze, you better watch out" Hardin said, as Cruze laughed softly eventually, noticing the oldtimer was getting stronger again, certainly comfortable to make such comments. "Sure oldtimer, I'll keep my eyes peeled. The huntsman always seems to strike out of the blue" Cruze said as Hardin noticed the man thinking. "Whats on your mind?" "i was wondering one thing... Right before this occured, our race. you were so.. Strong on trying to win, so you had your next say in what you wanted.. I wonder what it was." "Well I didnt win.. Due to circumstances, so you might have to wait until I do get to win, the first day I'm back on track" Hardin said as his confidence made him smirk softly, making Cruze walk up as he nudged him. "Yeah sure- But you definitely made me curious. You were so ahead of me. As if you couldnt accept yourself to loose that one time. Must be important of what you were after-" Cruze said before he got called by his agent.. Sighing "What...?" "WHERE ARE YOU. We need to get ready to move you the next drive in cabo. Else we'll be behind-" "Alright- Alright. I'm coming.." Cruze said as he hung up, sighing as he stood right next to Hardin.. "Give me that" "What..?" Cruze said with a frown as Hardin took the man's phone, putting his own number in. "So.. The oldtimer has a working phone, even an own number?" "Very funny. How old do you think I am..?" Hardin said as he glared in a challenging way "Dont even answer that". Cruze immediately had to softly laugh, before he'd receive his phone back.

"So, now I'm forced to call you each day to give updates?" Cruze said as Hardin sighed. "You'll be gone, and I've noticed you're rather strong on wanting to know how I'm doing. Might as well see this as the best solution since you're about to travel again" Hardin said as cruze looked at his phone, adding the number to his priority. "Alright.. But you will have to explain what you wanted back on that bet of ours eventually" "Go Cruze or I'll call security.. You have to be out there. Dont show them your doubts. Those tires dont warm up themselves and you better show that reckless unstoppable behavior of yours that even can be a pain to me at times" "I was already doubting this whole speech, it started so supportive. Glad I made a mark" Cruze said as he held up the phone. "You might regret this though, now I'm even able to bother you outside the tracks" Cruze said before he had to leave.. Quickly making his way back as he felt less shocked about the whole occurence now, that he got to chat with Hardin.. Alive, breathing. In the time he went back to the track, he got called several more times by his agent, before running into his domain and packing as fast as it needed to be.. Onto a new race soon.

[hauntedwoman]

titanic watch notes (4/14/23)

when jack saves rose from the back of the ship and the colonel asks cal to give a reward to jack and he offers money rose asks him "is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?" that means she knows that he loves her yet she still shoves him or any pathway to effective communication aside. this also insinuates that their relationship probably used to be better than what we see in the movie

it's said that nathan (cal's father) was the claimant for the insurance claim that was placed on the necklace after the ship went down but it was filed under terms of "absolute secrecy" So that could mean a few things 1) simple damage control 2) he sees cal as incompetent and he feels the need to cover up such a huge financial loss at the hands of cal's impulsivity (this could hint at their relationship being strained)

why doesnt cal end up keeping the drawing ????? considering how badly he wants to possess rose why wouldn't he have held onto a drawing of her naked body ?? maybe he didnt because of the intent behind the drawing and it wouldve been too painful to look at but it is still very much A Question

and on that note why does cal tell rose that he framed jack???? if he wanted her to get onto a lifeboat and go back to her life in first class and still marry him and everything why would he jeopardize all of that for a snarky one-liner ???? ("you know it's a pity i didn't keep that drawing it'll be worth a lot more by morning") im just gonna chalk it up to james cameron being bad at making characters with actual dimension

continuing on that: there are so many stupid cartoonish one-liners that cal has throughout the film just to very much communicate to the audience that he is The Bad Guy. one example of this that annoys me is the whole "something picasso" bit like oh god forbid someone who's morally ambiguous have any appreciation for art or culture (rose being into these things somehow makes her morally superior ???) another one i really hate is the whole "i suppose i might start minding what she reads from now on" at the lunch scene when rose makes that dick joke abt freud

also lol when she makes that joke that insinuates she knows what d*ck is (subtext into cal and rose's relationship ???)

when brock is talking to old rose about to hoto he regurgitates the same thing that cal told her he gave her the diamond (worn by louis the sixteenth, very rare, etc, etc.)

when jack saves rose from jumping she grabs his hand that doesnt have her engagement ring on it

cal gives rose the diamond the same night she tries to kill herself. he knows what she was really doing at the back of the ship, or at least some semblance of it

THAT SAID:

still totally hung up on the whole "john calvert is actually cal" theory lol of all of the names that james cameron could have chosen for her new surname it Had to be That ???

cal and rose both act the same way under any sort of scrutiny (defensive and they automatically move to insulting the other person)

why is it scandalous that madeline astor (who is rose's age) is pregnant but not scandalous that another man is clearly traveling with his mistress (spoiler alert: it's misogyny)

the presence of god and christianity throughout the film ("god himself could not sink this ship", the church service on the morning of the day the titanic hits the iceberg - which is only available to upper class passengers ??? - the priest praying and speaking psalms as the ship is sinking) i think that the larger cultural commentary here is that during this age (early 1900s to 1910s) there is so much innovation and invention happening that humanity begins to feel that they are on par with god (esp the wealthy)

jack and rose have s*x right before the ship hits the iceberg, big juxtaposition between life and death there

still cant get over how rose put her name on the survivors list as rose DAWSON…. theres no way cal didnt know she was alive they saw eachother again after the sinking even if it was him seeing her on a poster for a movie/play or her reading headlines about him or maybe one day they seek each other out but regardless yea theres no way they didnt have contact again

also on that note old rose is an extremely unreliable narrator bc when she talks about cal killing himself she says at the end "or so i read" so there's a level of ambiguity there, there's also some hesitation of her to admit that she kept up with him all of those years bc then it would have completely discredited everything she had said about jack being her one real love etc etc

[why-even-ask]

okay i'm getting personal because it's been on my fucking mind for a while and thank you bioshock i guess.

summary: i love-hate andrew ryan and frank fontaine very much and i have my reasons

aaand of coure, tw domestic abuse, childhood trauma whatever. and alcohol and blood. and bioshock spoilers

yes i love-hate ryan and fontaine

I'd break their noses and try to ruin their lives but also drink with them and chat with them and spend time with them. okay so i played this fucking game (bioshock 1) and i loved it, yeah the twists were fucked up and all but i always had this weird attachment to fontaine and ryan despite also hating them, and then it fucking hit me in the guts one morning

man, my life has been a lie, my childhood has been very fucked up in terms of parental stuff but the fucking trauma bonding does tricks. it took me 18 fucking years to understand that not everyone's parents endanger their children's lives and do horrible shit. it was "first scold him and then ask him if he's dying or not" in medical emergencies, and outright denying possible emergency medical care. i thought my life has been perfect in their hands but apparently false memories. blurry memories coming up to the surface and fucking me up.

i vividly remember the times when her voice went from a soft one to death threats and back like Atlas to Fontaine. I ran from their rage and danger to their shelter. They were all I could ask for and all I was trying to run away from. I had no one else, only one friend who was also abused. We thought it was okay. We thought they were the best parents we could ever have.

and i probably should have learnt after all the life-threatening situations, right? bleeding over the floor daily but being refused care, public shaming after a minor disagreement, all that stuff? i should have learnt that i shouldn't trust them or maybe even not talk to them since I've moved out, but nope. i have even legally applied to get my father's name added to mine. stupid fucking move maybe but I LOVE HIM. I ADORE HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THIS EARTH. yes i am also extremely disgusted and sometimes i want to punch him and his eyes scare me and he could get us all killed multiple times but I LOVE HIM.

I understood it all after playing bioshock. jack did kill fontaine, yeah, but i wouldn't be able to. once fontaine said "you were the closest thing i had to a son" or whatever, i would drop everything and go hug him. i would forgive him. hell, there would be nothing to forgive anyway. i think he'd love me. you can understand how fucked up it sounds but it sounds completely normal to me. i feel like this, i really do.

I find myself calling my parents all the time, hearing their praises makes me feel so fucking good. i would even take a stab to make my parents praise me because i am fucking conditioned to do so. i always wanted them to care, not be mad, i wanted them to smile and say that they were proud of me. it makes me feel whole, makes me feel so fucking happy when they love me. especially with one of them, i would love to drink and fight and break noses and drink and hug and hear praises.

i want him to LOVE ME. i want him to tell me that I am doing well!!!! I want him to see me as his fucking HEIR! I want him to consider my existence! I want him to think about ME and not other people's children!!!!!!!! I want him to set my name in contacts as something other than my full legal name with my surname in all caps!!! He tells me that i wrote my paper well and then i become the proudest, he tells me that it's not as good and then i want to break some noses!!!! it's not fucking enough!!!!!!! i should be the best in his eyes!!!!

i cant imagine a life where im "standing on my two feet" because i wont be able to handle that. i am not able to be "independent", and i don't even want to. yeah jack built himself a life but you know what? i would beg at the feet of ryan and fontaine to consider my existence.

holy fuck now reading it all like this, it sounds horrible. but it's a glimpse of trauma bonding with parents i guess. i should write that shit as a story to explore it or something, i don't know. i wish there was an ending to bioshock where we could save fontaine and he could say lovely words or something. i think im fucked up beyond repair at this point.

[flippedorbit]

this series is funny but i have to note it gets kind of fucked up so. tw for manipulation, child death ofc, medical talk (specifically medical malpractice), and suicidal ideation for like one sentence.

also this is going over multiple games with multiple endings to each, I've just kind of condensed the only ones that really matter or are lore-important in any way. (also the timeline is absolutely jank and, while easier to follow along, is just as convoluted as the fnaf timeline since it is like. a fnaf parody game.) ((also also this is. like. a huge wall of text. my bad.)

radical/aubergine/gnarly/bad ending timeline (yes it does really have that many names.)

>dr henry miller starts fredbears family diner with william afton

>scott(?) starts freddy fazbears pepperonerie (an obvious play on fredbears family diner) and it INFURIATES henry (and william because henrys angry)

>henry does fucked up experiments on william (lobotomizes him to some degree, takes out his organs, etc etc etc) in an effort to “cheat death” and become immortal

>henry manipulates william into killing children because it would "let them live out their happiest days forever" and william, due to growing up homeless and unhappy, whole-heartedly believes this because yk why would henry lie about that

>henry tells william about his dead son, david, and william imprints on this and renames himself to dave miller (he takes henrys last name after he passes but for now im just going to call him dave miller)

>dave works at ffp and kills children there while henry kills children at ffd

>henry is murdered and ffd is bought out by ffp, leading dave to work at ffp

>dave meets jack kennedy (the protag and the person you play as) at ffp

>dave negotiates with jack that since hes a "clean slate" he should help him murder five children, jack agrees and they Do That

>phoney (named steven as a person but the phone guys are a Whole 'Nother Thing that would take too long to explain) becomes suspicious and dave and jack frame him

>dave and jack scurry off to vegas

>rinse and repeat this cycle in dsaf2, but dave gets springlocked and shut away in the saferoom

>in dsaf 3 dave(trap) is found rotting away in a building by jack and goes on a monologue of how he "knew he wouldnt leave him alone" and jack takes him back to his new restaurant that jack now owns (uncle jacks family diner or whatever its called)

>davetrap and jack kill children, phoney (harry) flips and im pretty sure they kill him? i cant remember

>davetrap springlocks jack to give him "immortality" and they go to vegas

>davetrap goes on a brief rant about how he realized he was never happy because jack never knew who he "really was" and confesses to being william afton

>davetrap takes jack to his "fazbunker" (note this is just the same place as we see in fnaf sister location) and shows him a chest containing a red scarf and other memorabilia from murders he’s committed

>jack has a realization that this is his dead sister dee's scarf and comes to the correct conclusion that dave/william killed his younger sister and framed him back during the ffd days

>henrys ghost "controls" jacks mind kind of ?? and jack kills dave out of pure rage about his sister's death (and how it basically spiraled into ruining his entire life)

good end/saved end/”THE end”

>everything is the same as before but this time you decline everytime dave asks you to kill kids and instead work with dee/the puppet to save the children via the happiest day minigame

>jack finds davetrap rotting and declines taking him back to uncle jacks family diner and davetrap sobs and cries and yells about how he shouldve known he would do this to him and begins begging jack not to leave him alone, but of course jack does and jack heads home

>jack goes into "the flipside" and sees dave just kind of. chilling. jack is reasonably caught off guard and they have a neat little meet-cute where dave explains the flipside is where souls come to chill

>dave makes a portal (this is never explained btw.)

>jack and dave find dees ghost here and it revealed shes the puppet

>dee engages jack and dave in battle because she doesnt believe dave is "truly sorry" and thinks jack is making some sick joke at her expense

>if you succeed in escaping the battle, jack explains to dave that this is his sister and dave has A Moment where he explains how henry told him he was helping the kids by killing them

> dee decides hes just kind of. pathetic honestly. and decides she can live with this if it means she can save the dead ghosts

>jack fucks off back to the reality and does reality shenanigans like running his business

>he comes back and they go into a portal to the second floor

>on the third floor we meet steven whos been just kind of. there. the entire time. and he INSTANTLY assumes theyre there to kill him and makes them battle robots until they find him huddled in a corner

>he instantly starts rambling about how he cant be saved and how they should just leave him (its implied that by this he means hes going to?? die if they leave him?? as if he isnt already dead??) because he was a terrible person to jack, peter, and dave

>jack says thats in the past and he is still worth saving because they’re here to save EVERYONE and he joins their team

>dave makes another portal and they head down to the last level of the flipside

>jack fucks off to go do business stuff again

>jack comes back to the flipside and they scurry around until they find peter (jack and dee remark about how "this is peters house" (i forgot to mention the floors are all designed around memories and this one is based off peters house that jack lived in after he was killed))

>they find peter and he remarks about how hes just a trap and everyone is confused

>jack’s soul appears in the form of “blackjack”, who is taking the form of jack’s dead dog sparky. blackjack is enraged that jack even exists, believing himself to be “the real jack kennedy” 

>they fight henry and during it he takes down everyone by nitpicking their deepest insecurities, besides jack who then revives them all and they kill that bastard

>everyone leaves except for dave and jack and it’s revealed that since jack doesn’t have a soul inside him he cannot go with, so instead he gives blackjack off to dave so that he won’t be alone

>jack burns down his diner with him and every freddys animatronic inside and the plot of land is turned into a gravesite for william/dave, jack, dee, peter, and steven

and that is the entirety of dsaf's lore. these games are insane and I love them. :-) -ren

oh my

[rrxnjun]

well music taste is also kind of questionable since i don't really mind his music at all (although my taste in music is questionable for a lot of other reasons too lmaooo) i added all of them to my watch later (but the fact that jack manifold is in those videos and he is one of my fav streamers just makes them probably even better)

AHHH IM GLAD U LIKED THEM!!🥳you're here that's the thing is just such a nice song i'm glad that it's ur fav 🥹🥹

i kind of liked the chilling adventures of sabrina although i never finished the first season cuz i just for some reason can never finish shows🫡 but it also didn't become my fav show so i understand why didn't watch it🫡 ooo i never saw friend dahmer was it good??:o PASS ME BY IS ONE OF THEIR BEST SONGS OUTTHERE and tbh i deff recommend red velvet, if, lay your head down, easy love, heart made up on you (these are probably my favs from them but i'm not sure whether u will end up liking them or not😟)

dude i've been vibing so much to my by yael on my way to school that song is so🤌like that songs just adds life to my mornings!! i swear why is it so hard to find artist in native languages🥲tbh i was struggling so much with finding hungarian artists as well but then i found like three good ones and the rest i'm just trying to force myself to like (or more so ignore the thing that i don't like like cringy lyrics xd) ohh that probably makes sense why they feel nostalgic then!! thank u for telling me🥲

MY CLASS TRIP GOT CANCELED CUZ NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE APPLIED (?) FOR IT😭😭so sadly i'm not going anymore☹️☹️☹️☹️but i hope one day i will get another chance to go to slovakia☹️

(and school has been kicking my ass lately so sorry for the kind of late reply☹️ liebestraum anon💕)

ppls taste in music is sometimes so weird but somehow it makes sense. also i love how diverse it can get like u can find ppl who really do listen to a LOT of genres and i think thats great !!!! and even tho i do clown myself for my music taste sometimes,, at the end of the day its music and supposed to make ppl happy and thats what matters the most 🥰 ALSO JACK MANIFOLD IS SO FUNNY ISTG hes my fav guest on these 😩💕

i get u!!! if i dont hyper obsess over a show i hardly ever finish any either 😭😭 i dont get how ppl can push themselves through shows they dont like. omg my friend dahmer was...less chilling then the dahmer netfix series for sURE also i think evan peters did a better job than ross did at portraying him but it wasnt a bad movie imo! for obvious reasons i cant say i enjoyed watching it but i definitely dont regret it. ALSO I REALISED I KNOW ALL THOSE R5 SONGS U RECOMMENDED I JUST FORGOT ABOUT THEM AHAHAHA am i secretly an r5 stan and didnt know abt it ???? thanks for refreshing my memory i fucking lOOVE red velvet especially

the lyrics to my are also soso pretty imo!! a lyric from the song is my spotify playlist name LMAO its such a screamable song. its dedicated to his daughter 😌😌 altho i wont talk abt this bc i find the whole situation kind of..uhh yeah (love me some slovak drama). AHAHA i get u w the artists in your language!! i wish we had slovak artists that make music in the vibe of the artists u recommended to me :(

OH NOOO :((( NO BRATISLAVA FOR U THEN 🤧🤧🤧 id be bummed bro i loved class trips. we dont get those at uni anymore its depressing 😭😭 the first time i was in bratislava i was impressed w the old town centre i kept taking pictures bc i have a weird obsession w pretty buildings AHAHA hope u can visit some other time!!

its okay also!! my replies are so late as well so dont worry abt it😩 hope school is easier for u soon!! have a great day xx im rooting for u!!

[girlydemonbite]

Using the boys as an excuse.

The boys: Ace, Cater, Trey, Ruggie, Leona, Jack, Floyd.

"Can you please go out with me?" The guy asked once again for the fourth time today, he wouldnt leave you alone. He had been at this for a week and just wouldnt take no as an answer. And today he had been following you the whole day trying to get your attention. You finally had enough and decided to lie and tell him you had a boyfriend. And when he asked who. You said the first person you seen.

*Ace

•Suprised to say the least.

•Would go with it tho, you must of said this for a good reason.

•Would hold you from behind and give you a kiss on the cheek.

•Try to give you so many compliments with goofy ass pet names till the person who was bothering you went away.

•"You my hunny bunches of oats are the cutest person ive ever laid my eyes on. You know I cant believe I got so lucky."

•Once the person leaves, Ace would probably crack up, laughing into your neck.

•"Cant believe someone would think im your boyfriend."

Trey

•He would just give you a smile when you pointed to him.

•"What are we talking about?"

•"How you're my boyfriend and im taken and this guy wont leave me alone."

•Trey would get the hint and give the person bugging you a smile before pulling you into his side.

•"Would you please leave my girlfriend alone? I would hate for you to ruin her day".

•If the person wouldnt leave, he would just grab your hand and say something about him needing you in the kitchen to help bake something for riddle.

•Once you two were away from the person, you would thank Trey for helping you get out of the situation.

•If you try to leave after thanking him, he would just tell you that you better stay with him for now in case the person trys to Bug you again.

•You two do end up in the kitchen making tarts for riddle.

•Cater.

*He would be confused, but reading your body language, he would kinda get it.

*"Hey dont you know you shouldnt be hitting on other people's girl?"

*If the person doesnt buy it, Cater would pull out his phone and show the person all the pictures he had of you and him. Some pictures would even really look like you two were dating.

*"Now run away now. If you dont see she doesnt want you. She has me."

*Once the person leaves, he would make you take another picture, but with you kissing his cheek, maybe talk you into having you kiss him on the lips.

*"Just in case this happens again."

•Jack

*Would be confused, but when you grabbed his hand and started talking he calmed down a bit.

*"Look at him, you really think I want someone like you?"

*Jack would be a blushing mess, but would still try to scare off whoever was bothering you. Because he cares. Obviously not cause he doesnt want anyone hitting on his crush.

*If the person got the clue and left, you would thank him and he would tell you thats what friends are for.

•Leona

*He didn't wanna be dragged into this, he just wanted to go take a nap. But here you were telling someone he was your boyfriend.

*When you grabbed his hand, he let out a annoyed sigh, he just wanted to nap.

*He would give the guy who was bothering you a glare that would make someone piss their pants.

*The person would probably get the point really easily, and leave you alone

*Leona would make you be his pillow for having to deal with this situation.

*You would do it, at least you could do that for troubling him.

Ruggie

*"Huh?" ruggie would stare at you for a minute confused before his attention went to the person in front of you.

*"Ruggie, dont play dumb. Just tell this guy your my boyfriend so he leaves me alone."

*Ruggie could see the pleding face you had on, he slightly laughed as he turned to the person once again.

*But he didnt say anything, instead used his magic power to make the guy leave.

*Ruggie would tell you, you owe him some lunch for getting this person away from you.

*After the guy was gone, he kinda wished he would of told the guy he was your boyfriend. But if it happens again he could.

Floyd

*Before you could even lie to this person about floyd being your boyfriend, floyd was already coming over to you with a big smile. He was in a good mood you could see. Which you hoped you could use to your advantage.

*"Shrimpy!" Floyd came walking over.

*He would end up giving you a big squeeze before he even noticed the guy standing in front of you.

*With you still in his arms, he would ask who the guy was.

*"Someone who won't stop bothering me."

*Floyd face changed, he slowly let you down. Before turning to the guy and asking if you wanted him to squeeze him.

*The guy quickly got out of there.

*Before you could even thank him, he was already running after the guy to give him a sqeeze

[pinkdaiisies]

Rainbow in the Dark Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader! reader

summary: you go to eddie’s trailer for music recommendations after having a pretty crappy day. feelings are revealed when eddie asks what your type is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: reader thirsting over eddie’s arms and tattoos, crappy friends, unlikely friends to lovers.

notes: please listen to the song rainbow in the dark by dio it’s literally so so good. also i suck ass at writing summary’s lmao

requested by: @dilflover3333 <33

it was just a small teeny tiny crush… right? thats what eddie told himself as he looked at you from across the lunch room.

he loved game days, not because he actually had school spirit or anything, but because he got to look at you in that beautiful cheer uniform. it hugged all of the right places on your body, which by the way, he considered perfect. on any other girl, he would’ve taken the cheer uniform as a symbol of snobbiness, but on you, it meant the exact opposite.

you two had english class together. which by the way eddie was a god at. it was the only class he could maintain a B or above at all times. he’s had a lot of experience with writing by being a dungeon master. the both of you sat next to each other in class. it was the highlight of eddie’s day. you two would talk non stop about anything and everything. but alas once that bell rang, you would go back to your snobby friends and you wouldn’t talk to eddie until the next day.

it’s not like you ignored him. you did the opposite actually. anytime you would see him in the halls you would wave or say hi, leaving eddie being a lovesick mess. he just wished you hung out with him more often. but he knows that you’re much too busy with cheer practice or hanging out with your more “popular” friends.

one day you walked into class, not having the best of days, with your walkman clipped to your hip. eddie immediately noticed.

“watchya listening to princess?” eddie asked, a smirk painted along his face.

“rainbow in the da-” but before you could even finish the name of the song, eddie’s loud voice interrupted yours.

“DIO?! there’s no way you listen to dio!” eddie shuffled in his seat with excitement bouncing off of him. he grabbed the neck of his jean jack and turned around. displayed on the back, was the devilish monster that’s on the cover of the album ‘Last In Line’ by Dio. with the sleeves being cut off of the denim jacket, and the sleeves being cut off the Black Sabbath tee he was wearing, his whole arm could be seen. his muscular, tattoo painted, beautiful arms. if you were being honest, it was hard to look away from him.

“yea i got this album recommended to me by this really cool metalhead guy i know.” you said teasing him. eddie’s face dropped and he looked at you with confusion. “i’m talking about you eddie.”

“oh! right! i knew that.” he said, obviously lying. eddie didn’t actually expect you to listen to the bands he recommended you. god, this was any metal heads best dream! a pretty girl listening to music he recommends you. “so i’m assuming you like the album then?” but before you got to tell him how much you adored the song, the final bell rang indicating that class was starting, and the teacher started shushing the class’s conversations.

eddie cant stop thinking about the fact that your actually listening to music he told you about. the fact that you went to the hawkins music store and picked it out and bought it, just because he told you about it was mind blowing to him. eddie wanted to talk to you about music, but today was sadly one of those days where the teacher did not stop talking. luckily sooner than later class was over. eddie got up to leave class when he felt your presence next to him.

“before we were rudely interrupted, i was going to say, yes, i loved the album!” by now you two were walking in the halls together. it was weird, you never really talked to him other than in class. by now your friends usually would’ve met you in front of the class room, but today they were no where to be seen.

“that’s great! you know i could always give you more recommendations from my amazing music taste.” eddie joked, and it brought out a smile on your face.

“what about tonight?”

“huh?” eddie was confused.

“i could come over to your house and we could… i don’t know order a pizza or something, and you can give me more music recommendations.” you suggested like it was nothing. eddie’s heart was soaring! you wanted to hang out with him?! you’ve been over to his place once before, but that was for a project, and you were with two other classmates.

“yea! that’s sounds great! come to my place at 5? if that works for you?” at this point you two were standing in the halls for so long that people gave you guys weird looks.

“yea works for me! i’ll see you later eddie, i have a seventh period… sadly.” you gave eddie a frown that looked so adorable to him.

“okay, bye!” eddie waved and rushed to his car. thank god he didn’t have one more class because he wouldn’t have been able to contain his excitement.

-

as soon as eddie got home he called gareth.

“i’m sorry man but i’ve gotta cancel band practice tonight!” on the other end of the line, gareth rolled his eyes.

“dude you can not be serious! this is the second time this month! we have a gig on tuesday!”

“i know! i know! but i have a legitimate reason this time, and before you even ask, no, it’s not another drug deal!” gareth was sick of eddie canceling all the time. “i have a girl coming over tonight!”

“jesus eddie! i hate you so much right now! what girl could possibly be more important than band practice?”

“y/n. y/l/n.” eddie took pauses between your first and last name for dramatic effect.

“eddie stop lying! i’m being serious here!”

“so am i!” eddie said, defending himself.

“oh my god you’re being serious. ok… that’s a legitimate reason i guess.” gareth was in disbelief.

“thank you! relay the message to jeff okay? bye!” eddie hung up so fast, it left gareth confused. eddie now had to clean the entire trailer. uncle wayne has been bugging him about it anyway, so now might be the best time to do it.

once you got home you freshened up your makeup and put on a cuter outfit then what you were wearing at school. it’s not like it was date or anything, just a casual hangout with the guy you’ve been crushing on all year! but other than that, all you did was count down the minutes until you got to see eddie again.

if your friends knew about you going over to eddie’s house, they probably would’ve looked at you weird and then insulted eddie. luckily they didn’t know about it. earlier that day you overheard your two bestfriends talking about you. that’s why you put on your walkman before you walked into sixth period, not only did the loud music flood out your thoughts, but it also reminded you of eddie.

you weren’t sure why eddie was talked about so badly by other students. eddie has been nothing but nice to you since the first day of school. yet people still call him freak and loser whenever they see him. it honestly doesn’t make sense because most of the people that talk bad about him, also buy weed from him.

once 4:45 rolled around, you got in your car and drove to the trailer park. you were so nervous. spending so much time alone with eddie was going to make you fall even harder for him. once you pulled up to his home, you got out of your car and knocked on the door. within seconds eddie opened the door with a goofy smile on his face.

“why hello there m’lady! welcome to my humble abode.” he got out of the way and motioned his hand towards the cozy home.

“why thank you kind sir!” you did a curtsy and walked in. it looked the same as last time but much cleaner. eddie looked good, he had the same shirt on from earlier that day, just without his denim jacket.

jesus h christ she is so beautiful! eddie thought to himself as you walked into the trailer, looking around with curiosity.

“do you want to order the pizza now? or…?” eddie asked.

“yeah! that sounds good!” eddie called the pizza place to have it delivered while you sat on the couch observing eddie.

it should be illegal for him to have his arms out like that, tattoos on display! christ was he hot. although their opinions meant nothing to you, you couldn’t help but think what your friends would think of you right now; being in eddie “the freak” munsons home!

“follow me” eddie knocked you out of your trance. you hadn’t realized he hung up the phone already. you followed eddie to his room. when you worked on the project earlier that year, you hadn’t been in his room but somehow when he opened the door it was exactly how you pictured it.

“your room is pretty cool!” you looked at the huge amps, the anthrax banner, and his beautiful guitar.

“thanks sweetheart.” the nickname made you blush. “so! here is my beloved music collection. i could bore you with all of my nerdy facts about all of the bands, but i don’t want to bore you, so you can take a look yourself.” if you were being honest, you wouldn’t mind if he “bore” you with his facts. you would love to hear him talk about something he’s passionate about.

“cool, thanks.” your eyes immediately caught sight of an album with the cover of a man screaming in pain; it was Anthrax’s ‘Spreading the Disease.’ You picked the cassette up.

“that right there is one of my favorite albums ever! my favorite song on that is ‘A.I.R.’ you can take it if you want.” eddie was so sweet.

“really? thanks eds!” the nickname just slipped. but eddie didn’t correct you or anything. “you’re so sweet to me.”

“how could i not be sweet to a pretty girl like you!” the words didn’t register in his mind until they were already out. his eyes got big.

“you think i’m pretty?”

“uh duh! so does majority of the school!” eddie was in disbelief! were you really that oblivious?

“no way! no one really talks to me in class but you.”

“what about your little cheerleader gang?” you giggled at eddie’s words. god how he loved that sound.

“well today i caught my friends talking about me behind my back so… guess they’re not really that trustworthy.” eddie looked at you, you had a sad look on your face. eddie felt so bad.

“what bad could you have possibly done? you’re perfect!” eddie complimented you. eddie has a way of making you feel better no matter the situation.

“i’m far from, but thanks. to be honest i’m not really sure. they don’t even know i heard them. all i heard was that someone saw me with jason carver, and one of my friends has a huge crush on him! like i would ever do that to her! or to myself! why would i willingly spend time with that douche! he’s not even my type” eddie laughed.

“what is your type? if you don’t mind me asking.” eddie smirked, and right before you were about to answer, there was a knock on the door. eddie got up and you followed him. it was the pizza. eddie paid the delivery guy (like the gentleman he is) and served you a slice, before both of you walked back into his room.

“so are you gonna answer my question?” eddie asked. dammit he remembered you mentally cursed.

“i like guys who are unique, and stand out from a crowd. they have to have a good music taste. they have to be nice to others. i would never go out with a douche. it also helps if they have long hair….” you said that last sentence quietly so he wouldn’t hear. but knowing eddie, of course he heard you.

“are you saying you like my hair?” he said, flipping his hair dramatically. you two were sitting on the floor against his bed, thighs nearly touching. so very close to one another. when he said that he leaned his head closer to yours.

“yes i love your hair.” you said softly. eyes glancing to his lips. eddie doing the same. soon you felt a hand rest against your jaw.

“can i kiss you y/n?” eddie asked. you nodded, and you felt his soft lips meet yours. it was the best kiss you’ve ever experienced. his lips were so gentle against yours. eddie, feeling more confident now, slipped his tongue into your mouth. he was so heavenly. you guys kissed until you had to pull away to catch your guys breath. maybe you should get music recommendations more often from eddie, if this was how it would end up.

both of your guys cheeks were painted a light shade of pink as you two got ahold of your breathing.

“if it wasn’t obvious, i really like you y/n.” eddie mumbled.

“yea i got that.” you gave him a smile. “i like you too.” you two ate your pizza slices, while stealing glances at eachother making you and eddie blush.

gareth was never going to believe what just happened.

-

requests are open💋

-s⭐️

[businessbois]

“you’re the most orphan child i’ve ever met” an attempt at analysis of c!phil and c!tommy’s relationship

this is entirely an analysis of c!phil and c!tommy’s relationship. im not gonna be talking about morals or terrorism or really even wilbur or fundy because those are whole other points. just these two and the convoluted abyss of “canon”

title quote from technoblade here

manburg war- november 16th

doomsday- january 6th

butchers army day- december 16th

i mean phil’s first day, the manburg war, itself implies a lot of history and relationships with these characters. tommy shouts “philza minecraft” in joy and recognition when he sees him. phil says these two lines that confuse the hell out of me. “whatever tommy and tubbo do, i’ll follow them” and “i gotta take care of my kids.” again, “my kids” doesn’t have to mean biologically, he can just be a father figure, see them as his kids, but i suppose we retcon these? because of the relationship they imply that doesn’t really line up? “i’ll follow them” is a statement of devotion, loyalty. i’m not saying his goals couldn’t have changed from these, i’m saying that in order to have this goal of “following tommy and tubbo through whatever” in the first place, he’d have to really love and care about these kids. that doesn’t line up with how people are claiming he doesn’t know them or owe them anything. im okay with retconning these because this was when i think cc!phil still believed the family dynamic was canon.

but the thing about decanonizing something big like that, is that, okay, maybe we can get rid of the conversations and lines, but then we have physical things like friendship emeralds and tommy slippers. he visits tommy in exile and gifts him these things. a friendship emerald isn’t something you give to a random kid, it’s something gifted to ghostbur—his son—and techno—his best friend. i guess you could say he was just being nice to this strange kid? but then like, he could’ve stopped at the slippers? why the emerald? the emerald is a Big Thing, no? and we can’t decanonize or retcon, like, all of phil and tommy’s interactions, especially something with physical items involved because that’s beyond spoken lines and can’t be dismissed as easily. but then it also leaves us with this utterly confusing narrative. there’s the line from the butcher army day, “carls okay. technos okay. tommys okay. thats all i wanted to know.” do we decanonize that too?? it’s a statement of deep care “that’s all i wanted to know” and he includes tommy in it. (tommyinnit haha) with interactions and lines like this, you can’t just say “they’re not biologically related, so they don’t know each other and phil doesn’t have to care about this kid.” because he did at some point. a lot. and these lines prove it. you can’t decanonize every moment like this. (i mean, i guess you can, i cant stop you) not when tommy and phil’s interactions are littered with it. not when tommy keeps a friendship emerald in his special chest right next to phukkit (a prized gift from tubbo) to this day. 

moving on to tommy.

cc!tommy is very smart and very good at what he does. he’s studying film in college, he got a 9 on his english gcse, he’s got every cc he’s come into contact with singing about how clever he is. he makes character choices deliberately. i don’t wanna write off too much of this as him just doing bits and faffing around because tommy’s literally always in character. i am down to decanonize the supposed mishap of shouting phil’s name when getting locked in prison, though honestly, it doesn’t necessarily seem like an out of character action for tommy who has a history of calling for phil when he feels upset. see: “where’s dadza?” (this instance is strange too because “dadza” is a strange slip up to make. it feels purposeful. i don’t think cc!tommyinnit calls his friend “dadza” outside of roleplay. and honestly the whole delivery and head shaking is very much in-a-character) and @/my-stupid-fandoms said some smart stuff about it here. but anyways, sorry, i’ll take what’s surely canon. in the manburg war we have “AND PHIL’S HERE,” incredibly excited from him and tubbo. familiarity. they know him. look up to him. we have the heartbroken "philza minecraft?"s from doomsday, indications that he trusted phil and feels hurt and betrayed. then, we have some lines that are very interesting coming from Big Man “i raised myself” TommyInnit which are as follows “I want to go ‘Philza Minecraft, I built that hotel.’ Even though it’s a lie, it will feel true.” “And then I get to go ‘Philza Minecraft, I made this house, I made this house. Are you impressed?’ And he’ll go ‘Yes.’ And then he’ll pat me on the back and then he’ll teach me how to ride a bike.” “TELL PHILZA” “AREN’T YOU PROUD?” tommy loves phil. wants phil to be impressed with him. wants phil to be proud of him. during his encounter with the egg, he says “it didn’t hurt any of the other boys. it didn’t hurt phil.” he wants phil to be safe. cares about his well being even if this is not reciprocated by phil. he follows his “it didn’t hurt techno” with an “not that i care about techno” but there is no such denial for philza. and now, immediately after being dead and pieced back together, tommy asks after five of his friends. phil is third after tubbo and jack who are tommy’s Boys™. phil is also called for the most, four times to tubbo’s three and everyone else’s one. it does seem like everyone got the memo about phil not being tommys father except tommy. 

there’s a theory around that like, wilbur found tommy and brought him home and so tommy grows up looking up to phil but phil doesn’t reciprocate. this gets to keep the kind of found family on tommy’s end but maintains the “loosely connected strangers” thing for phil. i think maybe this holds more credence than anything else, but also, “loosely connected strangers” just doesn’t add up with the stuff i’ve mentioned before: friendship emeralds, “tommys okay,” there had to be some reciprocity to their familial-ish (or at least caring) relationship. he visited him in exile. he gave him the emerald. he said all those lines. there was a relationship there. of care. of trust. where tommy saw him as someone to look up to, to protect him. at any rate, i like the theory and since we simply have No Backstory for canon sbi at all, it works just fine even if it still just doesn’t fit.

closing

honestly i don’t know what this is. this is all the evidence, all the information i have. there’s no way they were strangers. tommy obviously definitively looks up to and cares about phil. this was reciprocated to some degree beyond “i kind of know you.” i’m a big defender of c!tommyinnit and that surely comes across here. i mostly just did this to get everything i have about c!phil and c!tommy’s out and to figure out what i actually make of it and all the confusion about it. this is here and the clips are linked, draw your own conclusions that are smarter and more concise than mine.

[missymurphy1985]

The Extra (part 2)

Warning - smut (eventually....)

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You were finishing up your coffee, grateful that Cillian didn't hang around after grabbing his. Suddenly you heard Anto shouting in the yard outside. You told Liane you'd find her later, and headed out to him. He was pacing the grounds on his phone, the anger evident in his face. With an abrupt "Fuck you!" down the line, he hung up, kicking a rock across the courtyard in frustration.

"Anto? What's wrong?" You approached nervously.

"We start filming in three hours, and one of the cast had dropped out!!"

"What? Who?"

"Rachel Foster. She was supposed to play Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Oh shit.."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can't call someone in at this short notice!"

"I don't know anyone who's even available.." he suddenly looked at you, you squirmed a little, you recognised that look.

"You know, it's not too late to reconsider my offer y/n."

"Anto we talked about this, I'm not an actress."

"But you used to be! And you were the best I knew!"

"When you offered me a role in this I was flattered beyond belief, I truly was, but my role is as a professor now, not an actress. I gave that all up nearly a decade ago!"

"Think about it - you're here anyway! She was only meant to film this week, it's a few scenes with Tommy, nothing major.. she's not even lasting the whole series it's just a few scenes I swear it. At least let me do a casting call with you? I'll pay you for your time, even if you don't want to do it? It's win-win! I'm desperate here y/n..."

You thought about it. You enjoyed the theatre shows you used to be involved in years ago so much, but then you were offered the job at Birmingham University and it was too good an opportunity to miss - a steady wage, guaranteed income.. the thought of going back to being a struggling actress made you very nervous.

"One casting call. If it doesn't work, I'm out and you'll have to find someone else Anto."

"Oh you fucking legend... You BEAUTIFUL legend!!!" He scooped you up and spun you round in a circle, before dragging you over to costume and makeup.

An hour later, you were in costume, hair done, makeup on, ready for the camera. You stood in the set for the Garrison, Anto giving you the once over for the short scene he'd got planned for the casting call.

"Anto you didn't say anything about kissing Tommy!" You groaned, reading the paper he handed you.

"It's one kiss - we need to make sure you have chemistry. You know these scenes are always filmed first y/n."

"You fucking owe me Byrne." He grinned his cheesiest grin yet, allowing you time to get to know your lines and the scene. You were lost in it, focussing on getting yourself into a character for the first time in years.

"Y/n?" An Irish brogue suddenly dragged you out of your prep, and you nearly dropped the whiskey glass you were holding as you were practising a scene.

"Holy fuck..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - " he held out his hand, chuckling at your outburst. "I'm Cillian. I'll be playing Thomas Shelby."

"I, uh, I know who you are, I'm Y/n..."

"I know, Anto tells me you're Rachel's replacement? Really appreciate you stepping in like this, I know it's all a bit weird. Just take your time, okay? There's no rush, and no pressure to get it perfect, just relax. I know how intense these things can be."

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm shit..." You laughed, your stomach in knots.

"You won't be! You wanna stop at any point, tell me. No pressure, remember that. I'm looking forward to it."

"To what? Me throwing a whiskey glass at you?"

"No, not that bit," he smiled, his blue eyes glittering in the stage lights behind you.

"Right then you two, are you ready?" Anto called, and you pulled yourself together. Taking a deep breath, the scene began.

"You promised me Thomas. You said you were going legit!! Now I find out you have guns hidden away from the fucking IRA??"

"Clara, you have to trust me! I AM going legit but I need money behind me to do it - this is our way out of here!"

"You're a fucking liar Shelby. Four years I waited for you. Four fucking years you wrote to me promising me a life of safety, no more having to watch our backs, no more Peaky fucking Blinders, and you lied through your fucking teeth!" You threw the glass, missing his face by a mere inch.

He ducked, and approached you carefully, hands out to catch your arms as they flailed around. A sudden flick of your wrist in the wrong direction caught him off guard and you hit him. Full force on the side of his cheek.

"Oh fuck!! Shit I'm so sorry!!"

"Quite the left hook you've got there!!" He laughed, regaining his composure, rubbing his face. A decent shade of red now blossoming across his cheek. Anto was in stitches the other side of the camera and you shot him a glare.

"I can't believe you've just smacked the star of the fucking show!" He laughed.

"You're certainly feisty enough for Clara's character, I'll give you that!" Cillian smirked. You were mortified.

"I really am sorry..."

"No harm done, I'm fine. I've had worse. Come on, let's finish this yeah?" You were convinced you'd screwed it up, but Anto calling Action brought you back into the scene.

Cillian cleared his throat and approached you again, you could see him trying not to laugh though and you couldn't help but giggle a little, which set him off too.

"I'm sorry, really I am!" You panicked.

"That was my fault, I was too busy watching her arms!" Cillian smiled.

"Guys I really like what I'm seeing here. There's definitely chemistry on screen. Why don't you two go rehearse a little more together and come back in 30 minutes?" Cillian nodded and turned to you.

"Fancy a coffee?" He asked. You nodded and he led you over to the trailers behind the set.

"Are we not going to the cafeteria?"

"Not unless you want to rehearse in front of your Uni class?" He smirked. You shook your head and followed him into a decent sized trailer at the back. He flicked the kettle on, telling you to take a seat while he made the coffee.

"So why did you give up the theatre? You're clearly very good, else Anto wouldn't have requested you?"

"It wasn't going anywhere. I was in the West End, Broadway, Galway.. just seemed to be bouncing around with no real direction. I wanted to get into film or TV work but the roles were in high demand. And it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't the right kind of actress the movie makers wanted as a leading lady."

"Really? Why?"

"I wasn't prepared to get my tits out at every audition like the others I guess?" You shrugged. "I auditioned for a horror movie once in Hollywood. Some big budget thing that never ended up happening anyway, but the director wanted me to audition in this skimpy little dress - barely covered my ass never mind my thighs. Wouldn't audition me unless I wore it, so I threw it at him and walked out. Kinda blacklisted from then on."

"That's horrendous? Which director?"

"Cant even remember his name now it was so long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, the movie was scrapped before production and I landed the job at the university. Secure, stable, good money - couldn't ask for more really. And the kids are so great, Cillian, full of passion and enthusiasm! They're so inspiring they really are!"

"I'm meeting some of them later, I'm looking forward to it. My youngest wants to get into the industry. Been trying to put him off for years but he's such a little showman. Exactly like I was at his age."

"Is that Jack?" You asked.

"Yeah. His mam is keen on him getting into it but she hated me going off for months on end filming. One of the reasons she divorced me last year."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry.."

"No don't be! We get on better now than we ever have. Only stayed together for the kids you know? Milk and sugar?" You nodded, and he handed you the cup.

"This scene is awkward, I've never done a scene like this before," you confessed, taking a sip.

"Like what?"

"A kiss? How do you kiss someone without actually kissing them?"

"You just do it, I guess. Once you're in character it just happens. I won't use tongues I promise - nothing personal, it's just one of my rules."

"That makes it less awkward I suppose!"

"Exactly. Although didn't stop Scarlett Johansson that one time... Nearly got me shot by the wife that one did!" You remembered that scene in Girl with a Pearl Earring and laughed.

"You know, I've learned over the years that if you do those scenes first it makes all the others much easier," he said, putting his coffee down and taking yours from you, placing it on the table next to his. He took your hands and stood you up in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

"Not like that, I'm going to 'movie-kiss' you. Show you how it's done. Trust me - you won't feel awkward after this."

"I beg to differ..."

"Come on y/n, what have you got to lose?" My senses? You thought. My mind, maybe? You were hesitant, massively hesitant. You weren't even sure you were even going to go through with this. He glanced at his watch.

"We have five minutes, close your eyes and trust me." He nodded at you, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

His fingers back on your cheek, this was just a reenactment of the scene but those fingers felt like lightening bolts. You could sense him moving closer, and his lips brushing yours. You were almost frozen to the spot until he whispered for you to relax.

"Okay, okay... I'm relaxed.. try again.." he leaned in again, your lips meeting properly. His hand in the back of your hair pulling you a little closer. You fell into it, your hands reaching round his back. As promised, he didn't use his tongue, which felt really strange at first but you quickly got used to it. Your mouths meshed together perfectly as you found your rhythm. A few minutes of this, before he pulled away, another gentle kiss against your lips as he did.

"Wow..." You gasped, opening your eyes. If someone had told you this morning you'd be kissing Cillian Murphy by lunchtime you'd have had them commited to the local loony bin, yet here you were. He didn't speak, and his hand was still on your cheek, brushing it lightly.

"Didn't plan on making you blush so much."

"Didn't plan on kissing Cillian Murphy when I woke up this morning," you laughed.

"Ready to do that again?"

"Again?"

"Just to make sure we got it right, of course."

"Yes.. of course.." he moved in quickly, but it felt different this time. His lips crashed against yours, and you definitely felt his tongue brush your lips a couple of times but you didn't reciprocate. You both moved backwards, your thighs hitting the table behind you, coffee nearly spilling over.

"Fuck, you okay? I'm sorry.." he pulled away to make sure none had spilled on you.

"I'm fine, it didn't fall, I'm fine... I uh, I think we've got the kiss nailed down though..." You brushed your hair out of your face and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, I think you're right.." your eyes met again and you both smiled. Before he could speak though, Anto was at the door knocking.

"Ready for round 2 guys?" He called. Cillian nodded at you, and you nodded back, both of you heading out to try the scene again.

[tommymykink]

Thank you, Professor. (One shot)

Summary : Professor Shelby saves you (kinda) from a potential assault. Things get heated when he meets you in your room to support you.

Words : 2289

Warnings : mature content, smut

Pairing : Tommy X Reader (M/F)

(Note : this is my first smut ever! I hope you like it. Please let me know your thoughts)

Enjoy!

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You sat on the edge of the bed with your head hung, feeling heavy with all the emotions you had to go through that day. Sitting beside you, Professor Shelby, gave you occasional pat on your back, rubbing circles, to let you know he is there for you.

“Thank you Professor. If it wasn’t for you I would have lost it today. The day started off so bad already, and now this. I would have been so broken”, you trembled and burst into tears.

Professor Shelby embraced you in a hug. He stroked your hair and whispered, “It’s okay, I’m here”.

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Your day started off with an argument with your favourite Professor, Mr. Thomas Shelby. You were so disturbed by it already, and then you suddenly heard the news of your friend’s accident. You had to rush to the hospital to see him, leaving Professor alone in the café where you two met to discuss over the recent event your college was organising. He could have been your company at that hard hour, but you decided not to tell him what was going on and simply left without a word. It made him furious so he didn’t try to stop you. But later when he came to know the news about your friend from one of your classmates, he grew worried and felt immensely guilty for behaving that way. At night, around 9:00 AM, he decided to pay you a visit in your dorm and apologize. It was then that the whole disaster took place.

Professor Shelby found a man in your dorm room, wearing ragged clothes, and he was so drunk that he could barely stand. He was holding your picture frame with one hand and jacking off with the other, moaning and cussing at you for not being present. It made Professor Shelby’s blood boil. With an angry howl he stormed towards the man. Grabbing him by his shirt Professor Shelby was almost on the verge of beating him senseless, when the other inhabitants of the building came running to stop him, when they heard the commotion. The man was arrested and the watchman fired but Mr. Shelby did not care about any of those. He paced up and down the corridor, fiddling with his fingers nervously. His only concern was to see you safe.

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You were in the car, returning to your dorm, light hearted. You were relieved to see your friend was fine. You weren’t allowed to meet him yet, but the doctor said his condition was stable and that he was resting. You smiled at the thought of getting to see your friend the next day. You closed your eyes, taking in the cold breeze from the open car window, the slow music that the cab driver had put on soothed your ear and made you more relaxed. You took your phone out to check and immediately started panicking seeing so many missed calls from Professor Shelby. You wanted to call him back but your throat felt dry and you were scared out of your wits. So instead you told the driver there’s an emergency and asked him to drive faster.

When you finally reached, you were walking through the corridor towards your room, your mouth dry with fear while your nervousness manifested in the form of cold sweats in the back of your neck. When Professor saw you, his eyes widened and he ran towards you. He pulled you in a tight hug. You were shocked and caught off guard by this gesture but before you could react he pulled you by your wrist, almost dragging you to your room. He pushed you on the bed to make you sit there. Then slamming the door shut he turned towards you.

“Where were you?”, asked he, rather irritated.

“Why do you care?!”, you replied coldly, furrowing your brows.

“Drop that attitude Ms. (Y/N) you don’t talk to your Professor like that”, he said, raising his voice with authority.

Fearing this would turn into another argument, you lowered your voice and requested him to calm down and sit beside you.

“What’s going on? Why did you call me so many times?”, you asked softly.

He looked up at you with tender eyes and then let out a deep sigh. It was then that he told you everything and your heart broke into a million pieces.

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“Why Professor?”, you asked with a shaky voice, still holding him tight.

“Why what?”, he asked, confused.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because… . “, he let out a deep sigh.

“Because you’re special”

A shiver ran down your spine, both because of his words as well as his breath on your neck. You closed your eyes, thinking thoughts. How you have always admired him, how your hands explored your body and you exploded with pleasure every time you stimulated yourself, thinking about him. You bit your lips, feeling guilty, trying to push aside those thoughts. Because of course, he is your Professor after all. You were about to speak when a range of sensations ran through your body when you felt his lips on your neck. Your eyes widened and you looked at him, surprised.

“Ahem…..sorry”, he said nervously, feeling guilty.

Without second thoughts you crashed your lips onto his, pulling him by the back of his neck to bring him closer. Tommy slid his tongue inside your mouth and began a sensual dance with yours. You lost yourself to the intoxicating taste of his lips. Just as you were about to unbutton his shirt he stopped short.

“We cant do this, this is wrong”, said he breathing heavy, his forehead pressed against yours. You kissed him again not wanting to stop what you started. He did return your kiss but after a while pulled back.

“Fuck why can’t I stop?!” He crashed his lips onto yours again, sensually nibbling your lower lip.

“Who’s asking you to stop?”, you whispered in between kisses.

That’s all he needed to hear. With his strong arms he picked you up and threw you onto the bed, rather aggressively. He hovered over you separating your legs, guiding them around his waist. He kissed you with such animalistic zeal that you forgot he was that same soft, gentleman Professor of yours.

“Professor!”, you moaned, as he slowly kissed your neck down to your collar bone. In this compromising situation, you calling him Professor turned him on even more.

“You naughty, naughty girl”, he chuckled against your neck which made you shudder.

Everywhere he touched goose bumps appeared and your core was dripping wet already. You wanted more of him. All of him. You slowly slid down your hand to reach the hard bulge you felt against your thigh. It made him moan in your mouth.

Suddenly, Professor broke the kiss, panting heavy.

“I’m asking this to you one last time. Is this what you really want?”, he whispered.

“Ye……yes Professor. I want all of you”, you managed to whisper between pants.

“Good girl”, he kissed you, smiling against your neck. “I’ll go get the protection, you wait for me alright?”

You whined. You didn’t want to wait for so long. It made him chuckle. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long. I kept it hidden in the bathroom in case I ever needed it.”

So he has always wanted to fuck you? Your desire increased ten fold at the very thought of it.

He planted one last kiss on your lips and left to get the condom. Meanwhile, you decided to put on your best lingerie.

He came back rather quickly. As soon as he entered the room, his jaw dropped seeing you in that red lingerie tight against your skin.

“Holy shi…..”, even before he could finish, you pushed him onto bed. Slamming the door shut and locking it, you turned around and almost jumped on him. You straddled him and sat on his lap, kissing him wildly. You fumbled with his shirt buttons, but with his help you managed to open it and threw it across the room.

“You have no patience do you?”, he chuckled in between kisses.

“Your fault, you left my pussy aching”.

“Is that what you say to your Professor eh?”, you felt him smile against your chest.

“Sorry Professor but it was you who started misbehaving first”, you whispered in his ear which made him groan with pleasure.

“You dirty little girl”. With a quick snap he unhooked your bra and flung it across the room.

“Wow you Goddess!”, he exclaimed. He rubbed your nipples in circular motion which made you whimper uncontrollably.

“Your breasts are very sensitive aren’t they?”, he said with a smirk, fondling them gently.

“Ye….yes Professor”, you managed to say, panting heavy.

“Alright then let me take you to heaven”. With a quick motion he put your hands behind you and held them tightly in place. You shuddered in anticipation when you felt his breath on your left breast. He gave you one quick smirk and licked your nipple in one clean stroke. You let out a loud moan, your body shuddering at the sensation. He licked a second time, a third time and then took your nipple inside his mouth, encircling your areola with his tongue. He softly kissed, sucked and nibbled on it, before moving on to the other nipple.

You tried to free your hands so that you could grab and pull him even closer than he already was, but his grip was way too firm.

Your loud moans echoed inside the room, anybody passing by would understand what sinful pleasures are being committed inside. But you didn’t care. There you were, a captive in your Professor’s arms, letting him savour every inch of your skin. The pleasure that he was giving you took you to some other dimension, making you lose yourself. You enjoyed every bit of it and wanted the moment to last forever.

He slowly put you down in bed and hovered over you. He kissed you deeply and slowly slid his hand down to your aching core. Removing your panties quickly, he lightly touched your clit, drawing circles on it. You let out a loud moan in his mouth, feeling his warm touch.

“Mmmm Tommy”, you gasped biting your lips.

“You call your Professor by his first name now eh?”, he lightly slaps your dripping cunt. You whimpered uncontrollably, loud enough to wake up the entire neighbourhood.

“Oh you liked that, don't you, you dirty girl”, Tommy smirked, slapping your pussy one more time. He slapped your cunt a third time, a fourth time, a fifth time, until you felt light headed and lost count.

Tommy then rubbed circles on your clit and lightly nibbled your ear. He slid two fingers inside your vagina, curling his fingers, thrusting in and out.

“Your little noises are music to my ears babygirl”, he whispered.

You were aching with pleasure so much, you could feel you’re close.

“Professor……I’m……close…..”, you whispered.

Tommy quickly opened his pants and his underwear along with it. You slowly slid your hand down to his stomach and then further down and grabbed his hard member. A groan of pleasure escaped his chest as you gave it quick strokes. But before you could put his cock inside you, he got up on his knees and with a quick motion flipped you over. He pulled your hips up and locked both your arms behind you tightly. Then he teased your wet entrance with his cock a few times and your whole body trembled at the sensation.

“TOMMY STOP FUCKING TEASI…..”, before you could finish he thrust into you with full force. You gasped loudly, feeling him deep inside you. He started thrusting painfully slow at first, but then increased his pace slowly, hitting you in the right places. You let out loud moans and uncontrollable whimpers.

With his thrusts getting more and more violent, your pleasure got higher and higher and you could feel your walls clench around his cock. He groaned with pleasure and you felt his hard member throbbing inside you. Just as you were about to reach your high, Tommy pulled out of you. Before you could protest, he flipped you over. Hovering over you he whispered, “I want to see your face when you come for me babygirl”.

You bit his lower lip and he slid him inside you again and began his animalistic thrusts. You were so close, so so close. You held onto your Professor’s broad shoulders, digging your nails into his soft skin. You bit his shoulder and immediately licked it to soothe the sensitive skin. His hand traced all over you, as if he was memorising by heart every nook and corner of your body. He left open mouth kisses on your neck, shoulder and bosom. His loud moans vibrated through your skin making your body tremble uncontrollably.

You felt his hard cock twitch inside you as he reached his high.

“Come for me babygirl, come for me. Yesss, yesss!”, he groaned. He kept thrusting in and out of you with vigour, until he felt you reach your climax and come all over his cock.

He collapsed onto you, the rhythm of your heavy breathing synching with him in perfect harmony.

“Good girl”, he left a trail of kisses on your neck, before getting up and lying beside you. You nestled against his chest, smiling.

“What next Professor?”, you asked, blushing.

“Maybe dinner tomorrow? I should ask you out on a proper date”, said he planting a kiss on your forehead. You smiled, closing your eyes. Resting your head on his chest, you let out a deep breath. You were so ready to explore this new chapter of your life.