#Jericho: yeah being a girl sucks.

[a-small-tired-lonely-potato]

Elizabeth having growing pains in her tatas once she gets pregnant with Tristan and trying not to complain while out with the sins but heaving a little and crossing her arms to hold herself.

Diane: Hmm? What's wrong Princess?

Meliodas: You know you don't have to call her that anymore right? And besides, she's not even a princess anymor-

Diane: SHUUUUSSSSSHHHH Captain, her bestie is talking. What's wrong?

Elizabeth: I-It's nothing, j-just some pain.

Diane: Oh, is he kicking already?

Elizabeth: No. Well, yes, but that's, uhhh, not really what it is.

Diane: Hmm? Then wha-

King: Here you go, princess, this tea should help with the growing pains, and don't worry, its completely safe for the baby.

Elizabeth: Oh!? Uh, thank you King, how did you-

King: Ha, you've been distracted by it since you got here, I read hearts remember?

Elizabeth: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother anyone.

King: It's not a bother! I remember how hard growing pains could be, so don't even worry.

Meliodas: Oof, was it this bad with Diane?

Diane: Actually, no, mine stayed pretty much the same size. And when they did grow it wasn't that bad.

King: No, Diane was perfectly fine. I'm talking about me.

Meliodas: ... Huh?

Ban: *Whips his head around so fast his neck makes a crack noise that echoes like a gunshot* HUH!?

King: Yeah, when I first grew those damn things it was so painful it basically decided my gender for me, haha.

Elaine: Oh please, you were still undecided even while growing them, you only stuck with your choice after you met Diane. You're terrible with making decisions, you take forever, Sin of Sloth indeed.

King: Hey! I didn't see you choosing yours either! Not even after you met Ban! So what's up with that!?

Elaine: I was taking my time so I could be sure, you were just lazy.

King: HOW DARE-

Ban & Meliodas:

And that was how they found out about the Fairy Gender not existing until they want it to.

Later~

Gowther: So what happens if one never decides to stick with one? Do they get one selected randomly?

King: Oh God no, no they just have both.

Gowther: Both?

King: Or neither. Whichever they choose.

Gowther: Fascinating.

King: Yeah, Helbram had both, and Fairy King Gloxinia decided to forgo it. Ha, getting stuck with only One gender, that's funny Gowther, your humor has gotten way better.

Elizabeth: That's how it is for humans.

King: ... Huh?

Elizabeth: We just have the one we're born with. That's all we really get. From what I remember, trying to change it doesn't really end well, I think that's what got me killed once.

King, horrified: Oh my God.

Elizabeth: Yeah, burning at the stake sucked.

[wrestlingisfake]

The groomer allegations started when Kenny Omega shared what was meant to be a wholesome video when he wrestled a little girl in Japan over on twitter. The context was the little girl lost a competition to be a wrestler and was really upset after the loss. The company hosting that competition felt bad and had asked Kenny if he could do a match with her due to his reputation of being a safe worker. He did and they were all happy and had a good time. Twitter got ugly about it and twisted it so bad that even Kenny had to address it.

Yeah, I figured it was probably connected to the "Kenny once wrestled a nine-year-old girl" stuff. But even so, it's nonsensical to me that people twisted that into "Kenny is a groomer."

It's like people are determined to hate on a public figure, but on some level they know that's wrong so they become more determined to invent some legitimate-sounding reason to hate them. Like, with Jericho, all the Trumpy stuff is low-hanging fruit--that makes sense, even if I don't think people should waste so much energy on it. But then if their target doesn't have any obvious character flaws, they just go on a fishing expedition, until they're so obsessed that they'll interpret anything as scandalous.

This is nothing new, I suppose. But the added wrinkle nowadays is this belief that constantly bitching about "problematic" wrestlers on social media is going to somehow get them blackballed from the industry. So now it's not pure spite, it's activism! As if one can carve out all the "bad" parts of pro wrestling simply by announcing one's disgust every time they appear on TV. If it worked like that, Vince McMahon would have been washed up by 1991. If it worked like that, AEW would have been nipped in the bud once people found out Shad Khan donated money to Trump.

Basically people are trying to convince themselves it's okay to make everything about how much they hate somebody. And my point is, no, that's really never okay, even if "somebody" really does suck ass. I'm sure somebody's reading this wondering why I keep going back to Jericho haters, when the original issue was weirdos inventing reasons to condemn Omega. But the end result is kind of the same thing, because even when the hatred is justified it's still self-destructive.

[toomanyopinionss]

Ok, it’s bout time to talk about

Titans

disclaimer- i’ll only be talking about seasons 1 and 2 of the show

…

Has a show ever made you feel so conflicted, you can’t even tell if you actually like it or not? This is that show for me. There’s so much I really like about this show, but also so much that irks me.

Let’s start with the good :)

- i LOVE a found family show. There’s something so comforting abt finding a home in people who are so different from you.

- I realllly like how not all of them are teenagers, but not all of them are adults. It makes for a nice balance and blends in nice with the more adult themes the show has. I love watching the older titans (ALL of them with their trauma, rough childhoods, and mommy and/or daddy issues) try and take care of the younger ones, giving them the good role models they didn’t have.

- The backstories are done so well. I’m a girl who likes context, and when I tell you some of my favorite episodes are the ones where we get to see how the hero’s ended up where they are. It’s just so good.

- All of them have done awful things. Not one titan has a clear conscience. but instead they’re all trying to navigate this fvcked up world like the rest of us. it humanizes them a bit, which i like.

also not all of them have super powers. I like how hawk and dove are not super powered in the least. they saw a need to become the superhero’s they never got when they were younger, and then they did that shit. we LOVEEEE.

Now, for the bad :/

-This show suffers immensely from the current trend of short seasons. it’s biggest enemy is time. this type of show require 20 episodes per season, at LEAST. i guess i should count it as a blesssing that they got more than 10 episodes for the first two seasons, which is more than i can say for every other show i’ve watched this year. Because of this, though, Titans has had to balance introducing the characters and exploring their relationships, while also trying to progress the story along. The fact that they manage to fit at least a couple backstory episodes in there is a miracle. but it leads to my next point

-The villains suck ass. When i watched Teen Titans as a kid, Trigon gave me nightmares. but the trigon here was giving antagonist in one of those rated R blockbuster summer vacation movies. and he was defeated in like 15 minutes by season two episode 1

Back in my Arrow days, I remember Slade being scary af. my man made every aspect of Oliver Queen’s life hell on earth for like 30 episodes. we as an audience had to watch as he slowly took apart his life piece by piece. but here? the only reason i gave a shit abt slade was because of Jericho, my beloved. Yeah the titans fell apart, but that was more attributed to Dick failing as a leader. it probably would have happened sooner or later even without slade there. also, conner and garfield with cadmus posed more of a threat than he did by the finale, which is saying something .

i will say that jericho twist got me though, that stuff was good.

-Jason. this team FAILED jason. I will never get over how spectacularly every single person either couldn’t see, or refused to see how this boy was struggling. Whenever I think abt it, it angers me. even BEFORE he fell off the damn building. I mean, the adults pour all this time and love into raven and… raven, but when it comes down to it, there was no support for him. HOW COULD JASON BE STANDING ON THE ROOF OF THE TITANS TOWER THINKING OF ENDING IT ALL, AND DICK MAKES IT ALL ABOUT HIMSELF? I saw a bit of the first episode of season 3, and i couldn’t go on until i poured out my thoughts somewhere. I don’t know if he’s actually dead, cause u really never know with these types of shows. if he is though? his blood is on the hands of every single adult figure in his life. fvck them ALL.

Quite frankly, there’s so many more

things that I’ve yet to touch

stupid story decisions, some bad acting, a gaping lack of lgbtq+ characters, at least in the 2 seasons i’ve watched

but i’m getting upset so let me just end it with this:

The show is farrrr from perfect. but it’s got a good heart, i think. and i can just tell when a network is getting ready to cancel something. so if anyone comes across this post who hasn’t watched the show, give it a shot

6.5/10 stars. maybe 7 if dick gets his act together for season 3

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Introducing My Fallout OCs!

OMGGGG y’all, I can’t. I’ve apparently reached over 200 of you fantabulous followers and I am so ecstatic! I honestly don’t even know if this is considered a milestone or anything, but I was super psyched, so I'm doing something about it, dang it!

Also, just a heads up on me right now, I just started school again, so my posting miiiiiiight be a bit sporadic every now and then, but I’m determined to still try and get a few posts out every week, so we’ll see how that goes. I’m also pretty backed up on requests at the moment, I’m still accepting them for the time being, but I may turn off my asks if I’m finding difficulty getting to everyone.  

Anyways, I know I don’t ever really talk about my Fallout Original Characters, but I’m thinking of doing some stuff with them in the future, so this seemed like a good place to start  🤷‍♀️ So, here they are! One from each of the 3 FO games I write for. If ya’ll want to send in any asks about these folks, please feel free to do so! 

(Art for these peeps is pending potentially as well).

My Lone Wanderer: Hope

Appearance: 

- Basically like a black-haired, blue eyed Sarah Connor (y’know, from Terminator), she’s got a small frame, but is an absolute beast. She loves to change up her hair, but prefers the iron maiden, unladylike, or rude ridge styles and will often dye it bright-ass colors, cuz why not? She’s pretty pale considering the vault background and the fact she is constantly wearing full body combat or leather armor when she’s outdoors, and she has a few piercings she actually got before leaving the vault. 

What’s in a Name: 

- “Hope” was the name that her parents chose for her before she was even born, but she can’t stand it, she just tends to see it as a cruel joke in the world they live in. She instead goes by Effie (short for Ephialtes, cuz she’s edgy and dramatic and read too much in school). Hope tends not to tell anyone her real name, and if she does, you’d best not use it to refer to her, unless you like being enslaved. The only one who could ever get away with it is Jericho and a select few people from the vault (Stanley, and her father, but she’s still not happy about it.)

Sexuality: 

- Pansexual

Main Companion: 

- Jericho

Relationship(s): 

- She has a sort of “friends with benefits” type situation going with Jericho, but it ends up getting... complicated, and turning somewhat into a relationship.

Bestie(s):

- Even though he’s her boss, Hope likes to hang out with Eulogy when she’s in Paradise Falls. When she was in the vault, she spent a lot of time with Stanley, and was pretty close with Butch, Wally, and Paul as well. 

Fam Dam: 

- James and Catherine are/were her parents (obviously). But she also considered Stanley to be a sort of uncle to her. 

Karma: 

- Oh, the worst. She’s honestly awful. She steals, she murders, she enslaves, she blows up settlements, all of it. She’s got a lot of things she needs to work out...

Faction of Choice: 

- The Slavers of Paradise Falls. (Yeah... she sucks.) The Brotherhood and the Outcasts just never really struck her fancy, and her and Jericho found it was easy to make bank with the slavers. Hope also is a friend to Allistair Tenpenny and Mister Burke... and not the folks in Megaton. Cuz they’re all not really alive.

Vault Occupation: 

- Engineer

Fun Fact!:  

- Hope is really bad with empathy, and absolutely needs to experience something for herself before she can make any sort of judgement on it, or other people who have had that same experience.

My Courier Six: Sage

Appearence: 

- Sage doesn’t really consider herself very “flashy” in comparison to most folks in NV. She’s got shoulder length brown hair (blast back or clean cut style) and brownish-hazel eyes. She’s pretty damn tan (Mojave, you know) and doesn’t have many scars, but the ones on the right side of her forehead clearly indicate where she was shot in the head (thanks, Benny). She and Boone tend to twin quite a bit, with matching red berets and sunglasses.

What’s in a Name: 

- The poor girl has no clue what her real name was before she was shot, but she saw a box of labelled herbs in Doc Mitchell’s house when she was recovering from her headwounds and decided she liked the name “Sage.”

Sexuality: 

- Bisexual

Main Companion: 

- Craig Boone

Relationship: 

- Also Boone :) it’s a pretty darn slow-burn romance with lots of bumps along the way, but their love always seems to prevail. (Gross and sappy, I know)

Bestie(s): 

- Arcade, plus Rex, and ED-E. Also Victor and Doc Mitchell.

Fam Dam: 

- No clue, unfortunately. She eventually tries to find out something about her past and her family, if she has any, but she’s got a few things to deal with first (hint, one rhymes with pleaser’s fleegion).

Karma: 

- She may make mistakes along the way, but Sage really does try her best to be as good as possible. 

Faction of Choice: 

- Mr. House and the Followers of the Apocalypse. Would like to get rid of House, but can't bring herself to become responsible for everything once he's gone. She considers herself his personal empathy and tries to assist with the goings on of the Mojave even after the battle of hoover dam. Fucking wiped out everyone in the Legion. Her and Boone are a force to be reckoned with. And she never really cared much for the Brotherhood since she had such little interaction with them. She has a good relationship with Freeside and most of the settlements/other towns as well.

Previous Occupation: 

- Courier? She has no idea what else. But she’s oddly really good with medicine 🤔

Fun Fact!: 

- She supports Mr. House for a number of reasons, but one of the biggest is that she doesn't want to lose Victor. He saved her, and she considers the securitron to be her oldest friend (besides Doc Mitchell). She knows it's a little selfish, but she can't bring herself to put an end to him after he pulled her from her own grave and helped bring her back from the brink of death.

My Sole Survivor: Jolene Arvanidis-Ryan

Appearence: 

- She’s got auburn hair she usually keeps cut short (clean cut) or in a bun, green eyes, pale skin with a good amount of freckles and has exceptionally straight teeth (braces suck, but you know.) When traveling with Cait, people tend to think they’re related. Jolene tends to wear a black beret and, if she has the time and resources, she likes cat eye style eyeliner. 

What’s in a Name: 

- Her first name runs in the family... plus her dad really liked Dolly Parton, so that helped cement the first name for him. Nate’s last name was Arvanidis, and she tends to use that as her last name exclusively, she rarely reveals her maiden name (Ryan) to anyone. 

Sexuality: 

- Straight

Main Companion: 

- Paladin Danse

Relationship: 

- It takes a long time (post BB), but she ends up being with Danse. 

Bestie(s): 

- MacCready and Cait

Fam Dam:  

- Pre-war, her father was a carpenter and her mother was a major in the US military, she had no siblings and was very close with her father since her mom was often away on deployment. 

Karma: 

- Decent. Tries her best to do what’s “right,” but she sometimes has a hard time determining what that is. Is good at following orders, even if she doesn’t always agree with them (BB is the exception in this case).

Faction of Choice: 

- Brotherhood of Steel, at least until BB, then she tends to focus more on the Minutemen, but still stays by the BOS’s side when it comes to taking down the Institute. Despite her loyalty to the BOS, she always regrets what she did to the Railroad, and how she ended things with the Institute, and she holds quite a bit of resentment towards Elder Maxson for ordering her to pull the trigger that ended her son’s life, and the other lives within the Institute. 

Previous Occupation (Pre-War): 

- She was a Gunnery Sergeant in the US Military. (Trying to follow in her mother’s footsteps).

Fun Fact!: 

- She hates killing feral ghouls, but keeps it under wraps since she tends to travel with MacCready and Danse the most. After that random encounter where she found herself murdering her own neighbors, she can’t bring herself to look into the eyes of any feral ghouls she has to kill. 

Bonus! Fun Fact!:  

- She started out as my sort of "throw away" playthrough where I wanted to do a BOS run, just out of curiosity, but she ended up being my main playthrough… probably because Danse is just the best and I can't get enough of that tin can thesaur-ass.

[wrestlingchick2021]

Santana AEW x Reader

Inner Workings

NSFW!

Santana Pov

It started off normal. Breakfast with the inner circle, then off to the gym but things changed when she became involved. Jericho's daughter, that beautiful, spunky, sassy, and slightly sarcastic blonde that I've come to know and love.

She was perfect in every way possible, atleast in my eyes. She was a heel, which was bad and she was being manipulated into loving my enemy, MJF and yet I couldn't help myself because every, single, night, I jerked off to the thought of her.

"Hey? You ok?" My partner Ortiz pulled my out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking." I told him.

"About her?" He whispered. I nodded knowing he knew.

"Alright guys! We have a match to win so let's go!" I heard Jericho call. I sighed knowing she was gonna be there. It was hard for me to know that she was gonna be part of the match and eventually I was gonna have to fight her. As I heard our music, I looked around to see if I could see her. I couldn't, which was unfortunate.

I heard the Pinnacles theme and out then came, first Tully and Ftr then Shawn Spears and Wardlow, and finally Max and her. She was smiling as she hung off his arm like a leech. One thing I noticed though, was he wasn't in his gear. She walked to the ring and slipped in. She stared at me and mouthed something. It didn't appear to be threatening but I still stayed on guard.

As everyone made there way to there sides of the ring, she was gonna start the match along with Hager. It didn't seem fair for Jericho to do that but I knew she could handle it. The bell rang and the match began. After about 13 minutes, everyone was down except myself and her. We were the legal competitors and we both laid in the middle of the ring, exhausted, bloody, and bruised.

She was barely able to get to her feet and I grabbed her ankle first and pulled her back down to the mat and underneath me. I was about to his her when I realized the max had come over to ringside. She looked up at me with fear, I didn't know what's was happening but I got up and walked threateningly towards Max. Like, a man possessed I was more preoccupied with him and didn't notice her get up. She had come up behind and me and took me down with one DDT and went for the pin, I couldn't kick out, I was in too much shock. The pinnacle had won and she rolled off me and looked extra shocked.

That was when I did the unthinkable and got up and pulled her into a choke hold. I didn't know what came over me but I didn't want to hurt her. It was weird though, she didn't fight back.

"You want her, fine, have her Santana. She's of no use to me anyway. She can't fight." I heard Max chuckle as he walked off with the rest of the pinnacle. I let go of her once I saw Jericho step back into the ring. She fell to her knees and looked at him as he walked away, she then looked at me.

"What did you do!?" She yelled and tried to hit me but I stopped her.

"I helped you. He was using you!" I held her in my arms as she fought back.

"No! No!" She screamed.

"Let's her her back to our locker room and we'll figure this out ok?" I tried to say calmly. She stopped and looked at me.

"What? You want to help me figure this out?" She asked shocked. I nodded. She realized and and walked with us calmly. It honestly surprised me. Once back at the locker room, she sat down in the farthest corner away from us and stared.

"Ok, now what? She's here." Sammy asked.

"She obviously wants nothing to do with us." Hager commented angrily.

"Guys, relax for a second. We don't exactly know what's going on. Max may have ditched her but this could all be some devious plan to get in our heads." Jericho spoke calmly trying to get us all to work together.

"Chris, we don't know what she's gonna do but we do know that she responds to me." I commented softly.

"You think you can reason with her? She's been manipulated by him for so long." He asked me questioningly.

"I think so. Just let me talk to her privately." I asked. He nodded and gave me the entire locker room to myself. Now that it was just her and I, she got up and made her way over to me. Once we locked eyes it didn't take long for her to hug me and break down. She trusted me, ME! This was great news for me because I thought maybe she would talk to me.

"Hey bella (beautiful in Puerto Rican), talk to me. Why the tears?" I asked her softly.

"I hate him! He's cruel! He hates me too ya know. He wants me out of Aew!" She spilled quickly.

"Hey hey, easy. Take a deep breath." I shushed her. "I can make it better but you need to breath first."

She obeyed and took three really good deep breaths and was finally able to talk to me calmly.

"Max is awful. He makes me stay quiet unless I'm being directly talked to by him or any member of the pinnacle. He's making me look like a fucking snob and I'm not. Not at all! I want to do interviews, I want to wrestle in matches I actually have a chance of winning. I don't want people cheating for me!" She ranted quickly. I could hardly understand her so I kissed her to shut her up for a few seconds and maybe get her mind off it.

When I pulled away she looked at me. "I've wanted you to do that for so long." She whispered softly. I almost missed it.

"I know. I feel the same way and I couldn't quite understand what you were saying." I chuckled softly.

"Santana, I think I love you. Like a lot. But with max, I don't know if I'm confused or not." She admitted sadly.

"Then let's find out? Together? Cuz I think I love you too." I admitted back.

"How so?" She asked confused.

I pulled her to me and she gasped. I was hard and we both knew. "Baby girl, are you virgin?" I had to ask because she seemed genuinely clueless.

"No but I've never been loved. I don't know the difference between real love and sex for fun." She looked away.

"Then let me show you." I whispered and kissed her deeply. She reciprocated by wrapping her arms around my neck. I walked us over to the couch and sat her down while holding the kiss.

"Santana, I'm scared. I don't want this to be a one time thing." She whimpered.

"What are you talking about silly girl. You're mine now. I'm not letting you go." I growled softly and kissed her again. She moaned into the kiss.

"Now let me show you real love." I told her with a soft smile. I saw her smile back. I pulled away and got on my knees and very slowly I did her gear. She watched me closely, studying me.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good. I promise. It's all about you baby girl." I told her. That seemed to make her relax. I slowly kissed you her thigh and when I heard her gasp I knew it felt good. It was a different kind of gasp.

"Santana..." She whimpered. I looked up at her with concern. "Eat me." She said softly and lustfully.

That was all I needed to hear from her. I dove in to her pussy like a starved man. As I licked and sucked on her clit, she was whimpering and moaning like crazy. I couldn't control myself. I pulled away and that caused a whimper in confusion.

"You want me to fuck you? Show you real love?" I asked her with a growl in my voice. She nodded slowly. I began to slowly undo my pants and she watched my ever moment. She was panting, a screen of sweat covered her forehead and thighs.

"Whatever you have left on, strip it. Trust me." I commanded softly. She didn't have to be told twice and did as I asked.

"Ready?" I asked. She nodded eagerly. I pulled her hips closer to me. I gently began to nudge the crown of my cock into her tight pussy. I finally had to opportunity to make her mine, forever. This is exactly how I thought it would be. All those nights I spent jerking off in the bathroom had finally paid off. She was just as perfect as I thought.

"Santana, move. Please?" She begged. I hadn't even realized that I wasn't but I obeyed her wishes and moved slowly so she could adjust.

"What are you doing?" She asked confused.

"Letting you adjust sweetheart." I told her as I thrusted slowly.

"No. I don't like it. I want you to pound me into the couch. Till I can't breath." She growled.

She was a lot kinkier then I thought. I wrapped my hand around her throat and began to fuck her harder. When I heard that lovely little squeal of hers, I knew I had hit that special spot. As I hit it over and over again she didn't something I didn't expect. As she tightened around me, my grip on her throat got tighter, and she squirted on my dick. That caused me to pull out and cum on her chest and tits.

"Woah... That was amazing." She said with a tired smile.

"Good. Now, I want to ask you something." I told her.

"What is it?" She replied.

"Will you leave the pinnacle and join the inner circle and be my girlfriend?" I asked quickly.

"I would love to be your girlfriend but I don't know if they want me here." She said and looked away.

"Of course they do! Your dad wants you back." I said.

"No he doesn't. He hates me." She says after we finish getting dressed. I made my way over to the door and opened it letting in her dad and the rest of the inner circle. Chris walked over and hugged her. She was taken a back.

"Come back, please?" He asked.

"Of course. The pinnacle was over rated anyway." She giggled.

[pencilofawesomeness]

random NNT wip that I may or may not continue

(and if I do continue it, one day, it probably won’t look like this now that 4KOTA has given me more material to use)

More notes at the bottom, but I was going through some of my wips after thinking about this concept again on a whim, and I re-read it and I’m still happy with this scene, so I decided to post it for the kicks and giggles. It’s smack in the middle (early-mid?) of a whole story that I don’t have time to write (and 4KOTA is making me reconsidering things) so it may not make much sense, but that’s part of the fun. 

Basic premise: a Tower of God AU for the characters of Seven Deadly Sins. I thought of it / wrote this after the NNT manga ended, but before Nakaba announced 4KOTA and published the Lancelot oneshot.

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Howzer never imagined that he would be a scout when he first decided to climb the Tower. In fact, he was rather upset when Hendrickson labeled him as a scout back on the Floor of Tests, especially when he dreamed of being a spear bearer. Of course, he knew now he was nowhere near as talented with spears as Gilthunder or even Griamore was, though he had gotten pretty good at using his lance in close combat. The point was, Howzer had underestimated the importance and even the difficulty that the position of a scout had to offer.

It was a heavy load to bear.

He panted for a moment, hands on his knees. There was a short window he had to recover from that cheap ambush before he had to keep moving. He could buy himself some more time if he hid their bodies, to hide his tracks, but he was running out of time.

The thirty-second floor was nothing less than a battlefield wrapped up in a fun little ‘game’ the test director had the audacity to call ‘hide and seek.’ Essentially, the teams had to wander through the maze and duck under the hedges to make it to the center. If anyone was out from under the cover for more than three minutes, giant fucking birds would come down and eat them. Oh, and of course, the regulars were fond of killing each other along the way in the spirit of competition.

Lighthouses weren’t immune either, only allowed out in the open for a single minute before imminent, feathery, destruction. The hedges were nigh impenetrable, forcing the teams to funnel through the maze, so the spear bearers were relegated to straight ground attacks with the fisherman, once in engagement. In short, the entire test seemed to boil down to raising hell for the scouts.

Which, as previously mentioned, was him.

Joy.

He hadn’t really wanted to kill those guys, but they were annoying and bent on doing the same to them. There wasn’t the time to make a proper decision anyway. Howzer rounded the corner and dove back under the hedge, eyeing the three seconds left on his pocket’s timer. There wasn’t time to regret anything: he had to move.

No one had reached the end yet, which was both a good and a bad thing. Good, because it wasn’t a full-on race yet; bad, because Howzer’s specialty was following people, not mazes. However, he liked to think he was getting better at this kind of stuff. It was a shame his observer could only last as long as he did out in the open—but at least they weren’t on the same timer. When Howzer ducked into the hedge, he sent the observer out.

Luckily for him, his observer was picking up no more lifeforms. Well, no more living ones. It looked like a team found the wrong path before he came and paid the price for it. However, now Howzer knew the correct path for the next few turns, and they were all clear too. “I just sent the directions,” he spoke into his device. “You guys got it?”

“Yes,” Margaret’s voice came through from her lighthouse. “Although, I don’t think ‘take a left at the bush’ is an adequate description in a…hedge maze.”

“Nah, it’s obvious when you see it.” It was a different color and everything! His teammates were so picky… “But I gave the coordinates too.”

It was away from the receiver, but he heard the sigh. Picky and judgmental… “We’re on our way.”

Howzer rolled his eyes, grateful Margaret and Guila weren’t there to notice and gang up on him. Don’t get him wrong, he was beyond happy that Margaret joined their team (especially since Griamore was terrible at being a light bearer) but sometimes there was no winning with her. Not unless you were Gilthunder. Or Guila. Or Tristan… Okay, maybe it was just him. The fated tension between light bearers and scouts, he supposed.

“Not even a thank you…” he muttered to himself before jumping back out in the open. He already stashed his observer at the destination, so he just needed to reach it, quick and easy— “AH!”

“Agh!”

Howzer collided with a body as he turned the corner into the new path. He stumbled back a few steps, and the other person was sent flying on their butt. For a moment, he stared at her, dumbfounded. His observer excelled at sensing signs of life based on their heartbeats, so unless they had some crazy technique, not even shinsu could cover it; and this girl just came out of the dead end—where everyone had appeared dead.

Although, he was pretty sure he didn’t remember seeing her in particular. She was a slight thing, but with bright pink hair with a short cut and a sweeping bang that covered one eye completely. Plus, she was wearing armor, which wasn’t all that common. Surely, he would have remembered… Unless she was in the hedge. But even then, that should have picked up on his observer.

“Sorry,” she gasped. “I was in a hurry.”

He glanced at his pocket. “No kidding.” He wouldn’t make it to his observer now. Damn, a short break then. “Come on!” Howzer yanked the girl into the nearest hedge with him. Sure, she was an enemy, but she didn’t look like she was in good shape. Her armor was scuffed, the needle on her side looked damaged, and her skin was unnaturally pale. And Howzer wasn’t gonna’ let a girl die like that—especially not to frickin’ birds.

“Thank you.” The fisherman got back on her feet. “I was just trying to get my bearings. My observer broke though.”

“You’re a scout?!” he exclaimed reflexively. Damnit, he thought he pegged her. “I thought you were a fisherman.”

She glanced down at her needle and huffed out a quiet laugh, almost like she was remembering some past joke. “Our team doesn’t have a real scout, so I multi-task.”

“Damn, that sucks.” That was beyond reckless. Not that Howzer could say much, because his team tried to function with a proper light-bearer for nearly fifteen floors before Margaret joined them.

“Yes. It does. It worked out enough, though.”

Howzer can’t help but to wonder if the slaughtered team around that bend was hers. The far off look in her eye seemed to match his suspicions, too. Worked out, huh? Not forever…

She snapped out of her daze. “I’m Liz,” she introduced, offering a hand.

Howzer took it after only a brief moment of hesitation. She didn’t look like she had the strength to take him in a fight anyway. Besides, if she wanted to kill him like that last group did, then she had the opportunity to shove him to the birds a while ago. “Howzer,” he returned. “Here, let’s hurry up around this corner. My observer is there.” He couldn’t afford a new one if it was destroyed or stolen…again.

Liz nodded, and they took off. Despite her pallor, she was fast. He had the feeling that had he not been leading the way, she could easily outrun him. Strange, that someone with the ability to move through shinsu like this would be in the position she was…

They made it to their destination without a hitch, and Liz hadn’t even broken a sweat. Still, the question bothered him. “So, where’s your team?”

The beat of silence was answer enough that his first hunch was correct. “…they died. I’m…the only one that survived.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He really was. The thought of losing a single one of his teammates was painful enough, but all of them? Howzer didn’t know if he would have the motivation to still keep going. “…What are you going to do, then? Finish the test alone?” It was nigh impossible, but for a fisherman who knew the ways of scouting…

“I don’t know.” Liz picked at her armor, looking uncomfortable. He imagined it was a sore question, but he wanted to know her motives. She seemed capable enough, so if she wanted to get out of the maze, Howzer was willing to vouch for her and absorb her into the team, at least for the test. “There’s someone… I want to see. I can’t die until I see him.” The steel in her blue eye was testament to her resolve. She had something to live for.

“Hey.” Howzer laid a hand on her shoulder. “I know we’re not your teammates, but my team can get you to the end of this test. You go find that guy you’re looking for.” He was sure his team would be sympathetic, too. Gilthunder wanted to find his missing father. Guila wanted to make it back home to her brother and her hometown to protect them as a ranker. Jericho wanted to avenge her brother. Tristan wanted to find out who his family was. Everyone had someone they wanted to look out for.

“Thank you.” Liz smiled, and Howzer thought he saw a glisten on her cheek.

There was always sorrow behind resolve.

“Who are you?!” A needle pressed itself to Liz’s back. Oh, crap.

Howzer yanked Liz forward and intercepted. “Oi! Easy there, she’s with me!”

Jericho frowned, but she sheathed her needle. “If you hormonal boys don’t stop picking up girls, I’m leaving.”

His face turned red. (But not as read as Gilthunder’s and Margaret’s, a fact he was very proud of.) “H-hey, it’s not like that! I just offered to help her clear the maze, that’s all!”

“Whatever, lover-boy.”

Liz laughed, a short and sweet but very unapologetic sound. “Oh no, it’s not like that at all. I’m far too old for him, anyway. You must be Howzer’s team, correct?”

“Y-yeah.” Gilthunder cleared his throat, recovering from Jericho’s heckling. “We are. I’m Gilthunder.”

“Liz.” She gave a short bow. “Thank you for helping me.”

At their questioning gaze, Howzer filled in. “Her team died to the birds. I offered to help her reach the end, so she can move on and find someone.” He grinned. “We’re close to the end, too. I can feel it.”

“With what?” Griamore grunted. “Your impatience?”

“Nobody asked you, big guy. Anyway!” He clapped, turning on his heel to his beloved observer. “I’ve been tracking the paths on here. They’re narrowing and getting tighter around the curves, so we must be approaching the center of the circle. A few more trips, and I bet we’ll have made it.”

“That’s…” Margaret gave a soft smile. “Actually smart.”

“…’actually’?!”

His brow twitched. Whatever. They’ll appreciate his genius one day! Maybe. Howzer turned back to his observer with a sigh, ready to send it out again, but something caught his notice.

The observer counted seven lifeforms in the vicinity, including himself.

With Liz, there should be eight.

He had assumed it was a fluke that he didn’t see Liz on his radar the first time, and because she wasn’t hostile, he hadn’t thought of the implications too hard. But she was right there, and the observer wouldn’t read her. It was possible it could be some weird shinsu trick, but she wasn’t a wave controller, and he had never seen a regular with that level of skill otherwise. Besides, there was absolutely no point in her expending energy to hide herself now that she had allies.

It seemed like Guila noticed something about her, too. Howzer noticed the black-haired wave-controller frown pensively, her eyes opened to slits in a rare moment of appraisal. Howzer couldn’t ask her what she sensed without raising suspicion, however, so he would have to wait. He could send a message by pocket once they started scouting again, when messaging wouldn’t be abnormal.

When he looked back to her, however, Liz was completed fixated on something else. Her eye was wide, and her mouth was parted; it was slight, but there was a tremble to her muscles. It looked like she was afraid, but it wasn’t the kind of fear that Howzer saw on the battlefield. Her gaze was locked…

…onto Tristan.

He wasn’t sure how long this had taken place, but Tristan just noticed, meeting her gaze like an equally spooked deer. Parallel to each other’s, their blue eyes looked similar—but there was something deeper to Liz’s than in the kid’s. Something Howzer couldn’t quite recognize, no matter how it hurt his pride as a scout.

“You…” Tristan blinked owlishly, taking one cautious step towards the woman. “Do I know…you…?”

“…no.” Liz’s voice was thick. The entire team was frozen around their encounter, as if time or the test didn’t exist outside of the two. “N-no, I’m afraid you don’t.” She matched Tristan’s hesitant step forward, her hand reaching out slowly. “But can I…?”

There was recognition in her stance, however—in her hungry, pained gaze, and in her outstretched hand. No one knew Tristan, not really, but rumors of him spread around the tower. This wouldn’t have been the first time someone hailed Tristan as some savior, whether because of his strange shinsu control or his status as an irregular. However, this seemed different. Normally, those willing to cast their hopes on a complete stranger were not the hesitant type.

“Uh…” Tristan looked as confused as ever. “I’m not sure I’m following but…”

He didn’t stop her, and Liz inched towards him like she was still afraid of something—of him, maybe. Guila looked like she was about to stop her, but she was frozen in place just like Howzer was. Maybe it was curiosity that made them useless. Maybe it was something else.

Tristan gasped. “Your heart—!” Her heart? Has Tristan figured out why Liz mysteriously didn’t show up on his radar? “It’s not… It’s not beating!”

“I know,” she whispered solemnly. What?! It wasn’t beating at all?! Then how was she even alive?! “But don’t worry about me.” Liz didn’t take her gaze off of Tristan. “It’s beating somewhere else.”

Howzer blinked. What?

“What the hell…?” Jericho whispered, echoing his thoughts perfectly.

Liz looked up sharply, forcefully tearing her gaze away from Tristan, who still looked baffled and dazed. She bowed quickly in Howzer’s direction. “Thank you for your hospitality, but I must be going.”

Before he or anyone could even respond, and with one last longing glance at Tristan, she took off faster than untrained eyes could track. The team looked to him, but Howzer could only shrug helplessly. “I don’t know if I can catch up, but wait here.”

He did see which direction she was going, but he knew her speed was greater than his unless he reinforced himself with shinsu. However, there wasn’t the need, because she was headed back to the dead end.

If she was there to get information from them, she didn’t stick with it, and he knew for a fact that she was too distracted with Tristan to ever mess with his observer. It was almost as if Tristan was the one that she was looking for—or at least a sizable distraction to her goal, based on the fixation. However, she took off without accomplishing much besides confusing them; she took off with a level of panic too. They were safe in the bush though, and there were no teams nearby.

Howzer heard her before he saw her, and he slowed his approach out of both caution and respect, hovering on the other side of the corner. Liz screamed, wailing unabashedly with pent up sorrow that he could not fathom. She would have been out of earshot of the rest of the team, but just barely. But hers was a cry that came as a deluge; there was no holding it back.

He thought about just turning around and leaving her alone. He was intruding on something delicate and personal, but, as a scout he couldn’t remove himself without a final glance. Howzer peaked around the corner, in no way prepared for what he saw.

Liz was not the one crying. She was but a body on the ground, limp and lifeless. A white entity floated above her, with long silver hair and those same blue eyes, holding her stomach in her ghostly hands as she wailed.

This time, it was hard to ignore how much she looked like Tristan.

It wasn’t a suspicion he could follow at the moment, however. The test was still running, and they couldn’t afford to lose their chance at going to the thirty-third floor. Howzer turned around and left the woman to her sorrows, with the inescapable feeling that they would see her again.

--

another A/N

The story is/was going to be about the youngins’ dream-filled trek to becoming a ranker in the Tower, with the team consisting of Howzer, Gilthunder, Griamore, Jericho, and later Margaret, who are all regulars with various aspirations and goals, along with Tristan, a young boy who met the first four on Floor 1, who was sent to the inner Tower from outside known Tower boundaries, making him an irregular. 

The main mystery was going to be finding out how Tristan came to be (which is to say, finding out what happened to his parents and the Sins) because his only memories are of a mysterious woman named Nimue caring for him, though much of his childhood was spent alone in her domain. 

I’m pretty dedicated to the HTRYDS series right now, but maybe after 4KOTA gets farther along, I’ll rework the story to incorporate the new worldbuilding tidbits and the new characters. I had wanted the main team to be the “babies” but that required using the OG children and aging them down a bit to match Tristan, though they all still would have been older than he was. 

Tbh, I had more fun comprising the backstory/alternate story that involved the sins and such than I did trying to figure out what the main group would be doing. I might just post my ideas and call it a day. Who knows.

[deputytrash]

Gentle

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: loss of virginity, age difference (not explicitly defined, but not intended as underage)

Fandom: Fallout 3

Relationship: Jericho/Reader

Summary: porn without plot with tons of dirty talk and pet names as always

Notes: some female/"girl" pet names and afab anatomy

anyways read on if you wanna get railed by the stinky ex-raider man except he's kind of nice....

AO3 link

You hadn't really planned to get drunk with your shitty asshole of a neighbor, Jericho, at Moriarty's. You hadn't planned to warm to his presence, seeking his attention and relishing the times when his eyes lingered on your cleavage. You hadn't planned for warmth to coil in your gut and drip down to your core when he met your eyes, gaze hot and heavy. And you certainly hadn't planned to have him pushing you against the patchwork metal wall of his bedroom, thin lips locked with yours, and firm cock pushing against you.

Yet, here you were, the weathered ex-raider rutting against you as he worked you out of your shirt before pulling back to admire your bare breast. His palms squished your breasts, thumbs brushing lightly over your nipples as he groaned in appreciation.

"God damn, baby girl. Can't believe you've been hidin' these from me all this time. Fuck, I should'a gotten you in my bed ages ago," He mumbled, mouth going to your neck, biting and sucking. He made his way down to your chest, tonguing and kissing your skin on the way before wrapping his lips around a nipple.

Your hands pressed into his scalp, fingers brushing over the stubbled skin. "Wish you had."

He laughed against you, blowing cool air against your saliva moistened peak until you gave him a shiver. "Well, I didn't know washed up old wastelanders were your type before tonight."

His rough hands pulled you along to the bed, laying you down on it. He worked your legs out of your battered old jeans as you shifted your hips up to help him pull them off. Jericho hissed out a pleasure noise when he locked onto the glossy slick spot you'd made on the seam of them. You flushed, remembering how you'd just ground your clit against the seam in your seat at the bar, not realizing you'd made that much of a mess on the thick stitching. You wondered if he'd known. A smirk played on his lips as he pulled the fabric up to his face to breathe in deeply. His tongue flicked out and he licked and sucked at the cloth until the damp spot was more saliva than slick.

"Fuck," you hissed out, squeezing your thighs together and squirming just like you had earlier. He turned his eyes back to you, tossing your pants aside.

"God, spread those pretty legs for me." His fingers ghosted up each side of your thighs before running a finger through your dripping pussy lips. Your fight against the urge to clamp your thighs shut and grind them together left your muscles twitching. "Fuck. Tell me who's got you this worked up, huh, baby doll?"

"Shit. You do, Jericho."

"You're God damn right." He plunged two thick fingers into you. Relief at the stimulation shuddered through you as you moaned. Rough finger pads massaged your walls as he acquainted himself with your pussy. The gutteral noise you groaned out made it obvious when he found the right spot.

Fuck, it was good. It was really good. You wouldn't risk saying it out loud for fear he might stop, but you hadn't really expected much from the older man.

"That's it, honey, there we go," he drawled, shifting himself until he could engulf your clit in his hot mouth. He sucked gently and rhythmically, interspersed with quick flicks of his tongue.

Your peak came quick and unexpected, almost startling you as your body tensed through desperate whines and stuttered words.

"Oh, fuck yes, that's a good fuckin' girl. Cum on my fuckin' fingers. So damn good for me," He groaned and worked you through it until you were squirming away, oversensitive.

He sat back, hurriedly working out of his pants. You shifted over to him as he sat back down, fingers grasping around his cock lightly. It felt heavy on your palm and you glanced up at him before moving to take the first inch between your lips. His skin was salty and soft on your tongue as you pressed a flat lick against him. You rolled your tongue around it in a slow circle before starting to bob your head. He hissed, cock twitching against your lips.

He let you get a few more head bobs in before pulling you off of himself, petting your face and hair. "Alright, okay, enough teasin' me, baby girl. Lay back for me. I wanna fuck that sweet pussy."

You laid back onto the mattress as he moved over you, lining himself up with you.

"Wait...I haven't actually ever…done this," you admitted.

Jericho balked at you, frozen. "What? Jesus. Shit, when were you gonna tell me?"

"Right now, I guess," you mumbled.

He was silent for a moment. "You serious? You're not just fucking around with me, right?"

You nodded, suddenly nervous about his response. You were honestly surprised at the hesitation. Franky, you'd never taken Jericho for a man with strong morals. "I mean I've done stuff just not…this. Don't get me wrong, I wanna. I don't know I just felt like you should know somehow." The words felt clumsy and awkward in your mouth. Was he angry with you?

He watched you for a moment then sighed, rubbing his face. "I ain't upset. Fuck, I won't lie and say I don't like the thought of me being the first person to get their cock up in you, but are you sure you want me to fuck you through this? I ain't gonna be gentle."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Want you to fuck me, Jericho. Please."

His cock twitched at the words. "Christ, alright, honey. I'll give you what you want."

Contrary to his words, he was rather gentle with you. He pulled back to drool spit onto your pussy, ensuring you were well lubricated, before pushing into you slowly. His eyes watched your face carefully, letting you adjust to the stretch and the foreign drag of skin on skin. Finally, you felt his hips pressed against you. His belly pressed against yours, balls hanging heavy against your ass, and firm cock settled deep inside you.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Just feels weird. Different. Thought you weren't gonna be gentle, though." You laughed, squeezing your muscles around him experimentally. He let out a choked breath.

"Fuckin' brat. Tryin' to be nice to you and you go and act like this about it." His hips tightened as he ground his cock slowly against your insides, your mouth dropping open at the sensation. He licked his lips, pressing them against yours again. "Lucky you're a cute little thing or I'd throw you out right now for that."

"No, you wouldn't," you pouted. There was no way Jericho would give up a warm willing body over something like that.

"Yeah, 'probly not. Feelin' way too good wrapped around me for that." He nipped at your chin and neck, establishing a rhythm fucking into you.

You let out a weak sound as the foreign sensations of his heavy cock sinking into you morphed themselves into rapidly mounting pleasure. The tighter you grew around him, the more his rough-voiced babbling increased as he licked and sucked and bit at your skin between bawdy words.

"Fuck, baby. Can't believe you're givin' me this. Can't believe nobody's ever fucked you before. I'm gonna wreck this sweet little pussy. Make sure you ain't ever gonna forget me. Fuckin' love how you feel wrapped around me."

"Oh fuck, Jericho. Shit." you whimpered

"Fuck, yeah, baby girl, say my name. Let everybody in this piece of shit town know who's makin' you feel this good." He was fucking you harder now, thrusts punctuated with breathy grunts against your neck. He pushed up to kiss you again. A calloused finger moved to your clit, massaging in circles. "Want you to cum for me again. Want you shaking for me, sweet thing. Gonna make sure you can't walk when I'm done with you."

Jericho's words and the gentle, shifting pressure of his finger had you seeing stars in no time. Your fingers dug into the muscled arms on either side of you, oblivious to your nails pressing crescent moons into the flesh.

"Please, Jericho. I'm gonna-fuck!" You mumbled and gasped. He pulled back, watching you intently. You squirmed and tensed under him before your peak rippled over you, internal muscles gripping and clenching him rhythmically. He growled out your name, hips slapping wetly against you.

He didn't stop or slow, thumb pressing more firmly against your clit as it continued its rhythmic patterns. It felt like you hadn't even finished your last orgasm as your body was worked back up for another. You whimpered, over-sensitive and twitchy and almost afraid for the intensity of what was coming.

"Jericho, I-I-." As soon as the words were past your lips, your mouth fell open in a silent, breathy moan. Your peak came sharp and overwhelming, the warmth of your body fluttering around his cock.

"Shit, yes. Are you cumming again? Fuck yes, baby girl. Oh, fuck yeah. There we go." Tears welled in your eyes as he worked you through it. He freed your clit, frantically chasing his own end. He mumbled gibberish and curse words as his thrusts became uncoordinated and sloppy.

He barely pulled out in time. His fist pumped his cock desperately as cum splashed rhythmically against your belly and chest. He flopped down on his side next to you on the cramped mattress, breathing heavily and muttering something about being too old for this shit.

When he looked up again, he found you gently swirling your fingers through his cum, sucking them into your mouth and he groaned. His hands pulled your face to his as he kissed you hard.

"You're a nasty little thing," he mumbled against your lips.

"What? You don't like it?" you teased, faking a pout. You brought another cum coated finger to drip onto your tongue as he hovered, watching, inches away.

"I fucking love it," he growled, kissing you again. "I'd fuck you again right now if I didn't need a damn minute to recover."

He watched you for another moment before grabbing his stained t-shirt off the ground and finishing the job of wiping off your belly. He tossed it to the ground and settled himself beside you again, pulling you to his chest.

"Thank you," you said, softly.

"What for?" he muttered beside you, drowsiness already starting to weigh down his voice.

"Being nice to me for this even when you said you wouldn't be."

"Don't go tellin' nobody. Can't be ruinin' my tough persona, kid," he grumbled, sounding almost embarrassed. "Don't want anyone else expecting me to be nice to them all of a sudden." The unspoken implication that he was only nice to you had your heart skipping a beat.

"I'm no kid, old man," you teased, trying to play it off as you elbowed him gently. "And it's our secret then. Just don't go telling anyone I was a virgin still either. Gotta keep up my tough persona too."

He huffed out a laugh. "Deal."

[comic-nerd-dc]

DICK GRAYSON X OC

Mature themes and curse words and some other stuff as well sorry if this warning sucks 😂

“That’s his new partner, I heard she transferred from Gotham as well” I hear others saying as I walk in and straight to dick.

“Hey I’m your new partner,” I say his back is turned and he turns around surprise fills his eyes

“What are you doing here?” he asks

“Uhhh, I’m a cop, I transferred to a different precinct duh, I missed my little bird” I smile and he glares at me

“I’ve left that life doesn’t pull that shit with me. you have a place to stay?” he says and I nod

“I’ve been staying at a hotel at the moment until I can find a roommate and an apartment” I smile

“No you already have both of those, and there’s a girl here only talking to me lets go” I look confused but follow

“I have both of those” I question

“Yeah me, I’ve known you forever just stay with me” he smiles and I roll my eyes as we walk in

“Rachel hi, can you tell us what’s happening,” I ask

“It’s you, from the circus, and you from the fire,” she says and my eyes widen

“Excuse me,” I say

“ please everything has led me to you, you have to help me” she begs

“Look if you won’t tell us what is going on we can’t help you” dick snaps

“Someone killed my mom” we both stop

“Ok well get right on it” we smile and leave as we leave the precinct I realize we can’t leave her here

“Come on we have to go get her dick” he nods but she’s gone we run out and see her

“I need a 4 10 on a car with the number 310,” dick says as we slide into the porch and we find this creepy abandon building

“Rachel” he yells as I take out the creepy fake policeman then we hear screaming and run to the door but the door slams closed and when it opens again the bad guy was dead and Rachel was panicking in the chair I run over and untie her as she hugs me

“It’s ok it’ll all be ok just breath” as she cries into me

“Come on we need a safe place to lie low for a bit,” he says and I look at him

“No not there,” I say and he looks at me sadly

“Get in the back,” he says to Rachel we go threw and finally get to a motel dick goes in and comes out holding two keys

“They only had two rooms so who wants to share,” he asks somewhat as a joke

“Rachel, you want your own room?” I ask she nods

“Then I guess we are sleeping together Dicky,” I say and he and Rachel share a look

“ oh are we now” he smiles speaking in a suggestive tone

“That’s not what I meant and you know it” I laugh as we all head inside she went to sleep about 20 minutes after we got inside and I went to scoot into the bed and not get on Dicks side but he rolled his eyes and pulled my body into his

“Taylor you can touch me, I’m no longer dating Dawn haven’t for years your not in the same bed as your best friends boyfriend,” he says and I nod and cuddle into him gently as his arms wrap around me tighter at about 3 in the morning I hear screaming and jump out and Dicks’s arms tighten around me which would be sweet if we didn’t have people after us and a kid to get to. So I fling myself out of his arms and to Rachels room to find her in the bathroom with crucifixes drawn everywhere and I run to her and pull her into my arms

“It won’t go away I want it gone” and I hold her tighter

“Your safe with me I promise” I hold her and a few hours later she was back to sleep and I went back to dick and saw the look on his face

“I know you Dick and I swear to god if you leave her at any point I will hunt you down and hurt you” I snap and all he does is smile at me and kiss me, I panic and push him off but his arms are still wrapped around my waist

“What the actual fuck was that Grayson” I snap and he smiles down at me

“Come on, Taylor I’m the only one you stayed in contact with and stayed close to, your the only one I stayed up with, I’m not with Dawn what’s stopping us being together?” he asks and my eyes widen

“Dick I’ve been in love with you since we were 15 and now when I finally got to a point where it hurts less when you look at other girls and now, now is when you choose to want me, no I’m an easy target and your lonely, your gonna have to do more than a cuddle and kiss me to prove I’m the one you want,” I say pulling his arms off me and walking out to sit in Rachels room the next morning we drive the rest of the way to Dawn and Hanks and knock, Dawn, opens the door and sees me and hugs me tightly

“Hi I haven’t seen you in forever” she smiles until she sees Dick behind me

“You’re about 4 years too late” she then snaps at him and steps in

“Dawn this is Rachel we need to lay low someone wants to kill her,” I say showing her the purple-haired girl and dawn nods and lets us in

“You can stay in here Rachel and you two can switch the couch out or share since your obviously so close” Dawn snaps at me as Rachel goes into the guest room

“Dawn that’s not fair” I try to defend and she puls me into her bedroom

“Really, you show up here with the guy who killed Jericho and not only that he’s giving you bedroom eyes and I know because he uses to give me them” she snaps and I look at her

“You and I know good and damn well he didn't kill Jericho Slade did, it was a bad situation, and it who he sleeps with or gives bedroom eyes to is no longer any of your problems” I snap back and she looks angry then smiles and hugs me tightly

“Good to see you again, I was afraid you’re seeing the good in people was gone” and I hug her back, we go like that for a few days Dick was apparently going to leave and then decided not to but the bad guys caught us and kicked him off a roof

“Dick” I scream and then they threw dawn off the roof

“Dawn” Hank and I scream at one and then the one dad beats the absolute shit out of hank and now it’s three against me and I’m losing and I get thrown off the roof but Dick grabbed my hand before I hit the ground and i just hit the side of the building and I hear them take her

“No Rachel” I scream and by the time dick could swing me up she was gone I went to pull him up and then ran down to dawn

“Dawn, please dont die paramedics are on their way ok,” I say pulling her mask off as the ambulance pulls up and hank and dick finally get down, I watch as hank gets in the ambulance with them and tears flow down my face and dick pulls me into him

“Dick we have to get her back we have to get Rachel back or dawns sacrifice wasnt for anything!” I say threw the tears as he holds me tightly against him, I cry until I blackout and when I wake up we are on the way to get her back but when we find her a girl with bright red hair and is annoyingly beautiful had already busted her out of where ever she was and she joined our crew as we brought Rachel to the convent she wanted to be at but they ended up being evil and now we had to find her again

“SHE IS A LITTLE GIRL AND SHE IS SCARED AND ON THE RUN GET OVER YOURSELVES AND HELP ME FIND HER” I scream at dick and Korie as we find this giant house and they take Rachel and do an experiment except she stopped them

“Rachel” Dick calls out and she calms down and goes to hug him and I see a kid with green hair and I walk over to him and pull him into a hug as well

“I'm Taylor what’s your name?” I ask and he looks up to me

“Gar, your really nice,” he says and I chuckle as we all cram into the Porsche and halfway there we get a van so we can all fit

“ you drive a dad car now dick” I joke sitting in the front with him and he puts his hand on my thigh

“ maybe but we have too many people now to have a Porsche, no more strays okay!” he says and I grab his hand to hold it and nod

“Yeah” we get to the next motel

“they had two rooms and I figured gar, Rachel and Korie could stay in one and you and I in the other Taylor?” Dick asks and I nod we get to the room and I go shower and clean up and use the motel provided robe, as dick jumped in the shower and when he came out I was still in the robe chilling

“You know you’re a lot sexier than you were at 15,” Dick says laughing and I throw a pillow at him

“Why won’t you give me a chance,” He asks

“Because I think a part of you is still in love with Dawn and I’m afraid I’m a booty call and you dont know it and I’m not willing to risk our friendships for your need for affection,” I say and he looks hurt

“You think id do that to you? What can I do to prove that I’m genuinely really into you?” he asks and I look in his eyes and see the sincerity behind his words

“Oh my god dick you make this so hard because I’ve loved you since we were 15 and you constantly chose others over me, first Barbra then Dawn and now we are 20 and your suddenly reciprocating that, I dont know what to do because I want to kiss your face, I wanna smoosh my face into yours but I dont wanna be hurt by you again when you choose I dont know Korie over me” I word vomit out and he just grabs my face and kisses me and this time I kiss back.

“I'm choosing you,” he says and I laugh

“Well took you long enough” I laugh as he pulls me into another kiss

[brown-bi-beautiful]

Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrites Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader (Eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you're triggered by any of these then please don't read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there's a reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it's the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Pilot part 1

Season one. Episode one.

Pilot (part 2)

You woke up in the back seat of the Impala. You were still wearing Sam's shirt and your jeans from last night. The car was stopped in front of a gas station. You guys left last night or more like this morning for Jericho. You drove your car back to your motel room. You have to say you already missed your car. Sam was sitting on the front seat and Dean was not in the car.

"Hey, you want some breakfast?" You heard Dean said and you poked your head out from the window. "Hey, you're up." He smiled at you.

"no. Thanks" Sam said as the same time you nodded your head. "I'll have some. I'm hungry, trust me you guys don't want to face me hungry." You mumbled and turn back to Sam and he let out a chuckle.

"so how'd you pay for that stuff ? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked checking out Dean's fake cards.

"yeah, well hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean said as he filled the gas tank of the car. "Except, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards." Making you laugh for the first time since last night.

"yeah, and what names did you write on application this time?"

"uh, Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean said handing you a big packet of chips and you instantly opened it and started munching. "Slow down sweetheart, you gonna choke."

"would you rather it be your head instead of chips?" You asked and he felt silent "yeah then shut up." You said and continued munching.

"you really aren't a morning person are you?" Sam laughed and you ignored him.

"I swear to God, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam said looking through Dean's Cassette tape collection.

"why?" Dean asked almost offended.

"well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." You had to agree with Sam on this. Dean got a crappy taste in music.

"house rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean said throwing one of the cassette back in the collection making you laugh for the second time

"you know, Sammy in a chubby 12 year old boy. It's Sam, okay?" Sam corrected his brothers 'a gift of the world ' by 'the loveless' started to play. 'huh, I really like this song. Maybe it's not that crappy after all. ' you thought to yourself.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean replied and pulled away from the gas stop.

"Quit flirting you two, I feel like a third wheel now." You said sarcastically.

"oh if anyone's a third wheel here, it's Sam, not you , sweetheart." Dean flirted and you glared at him through the rare view. He stopped smirking when he saw the look on my face. "Sorry" he mumbled. You let out a silent chuckle when he looked away from you. It felt nice not being alone on a hunt, having not only one but two partners. It was only better that both of them were your childhood friends, they knew you and did not judge you because of your weirdness. Last night was first night in a while that you actually slept without a nightmare. Maybe it was because you knew there was someone with you.

*******

"alright, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess." A few hours along the ride Sam decided to call all the hospitals in and around Jericho to see John was still alive.

"check it out." Dean said and you looked ahead to see a bunch of cops on the bridge. 'they must have found another car or something.' Dean stopped the car near the bridge and then turned around to face me after he grabbed his fake ID from the glove compartment.

"we'll go talk to the cops, you stay inside." He said making you frown.

"the hell I am " you exclaimed almost offended.

"Alex, Dean is right. You look too young to be a cop, you have to stay inside." Sam agreed with dean

"I'm a trainee." You said and pulled out your fake ID. "And that works?" Dean asked pointing at it. "Mostly." You shrugged. Sam exchanged a look with his brother. "Ok so you're staying inside." This time he did not wait for a reply and stepped out from the car and both of them too of and went towards the cops.

"you're staying inside" you said in a mocking voice. "The hell I am." You said and walked from the car and toward the cops where the boys were already talking to them.

"and who are you?" The deputy asked the boys when you got there. "Federal Marshalls" Dean replied holding up how ID. "You two are a little young for Marshalls aren't you?"

"thanks that's awfully kind of you." Dean let out a small fake chuckle. "And you?" The deputy pointed at me and the brothers turned around. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam was glaring at me.

"umm, I'm a trainee. I was working the case under sheriff Simmons. I thought he called you in about sending a trainee." You put on your most innocent face and it looked like the deputy actually trusted you more than he trust the brothers. "Ya, ya. He actually texted me, Mariah Larrison right?"

"yup, that's me." You handed him your ID. God bless you and your hacking talent. You weren't a pro but you could hack into a phone or two. "He told me a lot about you. I am very excited to work the case under you." You batted your eyelashes. He nodded with a smile as he looked very proud of himself. You had already planned all of these out before. Dean looked extremely irritated now and Sam looked some what impressed.

"so, you did have another one just like this correct?" Dean asked bringing everyone's attention back to himself.

"that's right, a mile up the road. There have been other's before that." The deputy replied.

"so this victim...you knew him?" Sam asked.

"a town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" You asked looking at the Vic's car.

"no. Not so far as we can tell."

"so what's the theory?" Sam asked as he went around to look at the car as well, he walked around and stood beside Dean.

"honestly we don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring." Jeffe replied.

"that is exactly the kind of crap police work I would expect of you guys." Dean said making Sam stomp on his foot.

"thanks for your time. Gentleman." You covered up as the deputy kept frowning at all three of you. You made your way to the car and you glared at Dean. Dean slapped the back of Sam's head as soon as you guys were a bit far from the cops.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"why'd you step on my foot?"

"why'd you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam spat back.

"come on. They don't really know what's going on. We are all alone in this. If we are gonna find dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." dean said looking directly in his eyes. I tried walking past him but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in front of him. "And you. I told you to stay inside."

"this was my case, Dean. You can't just bench me. And I told you this before, you don't tell me what to do, and well, thanks to me they actually believed you guys." You hissed and pried your hand away from his.

"can I help you boys?"came a voice and you looked up to see the sheriff standing there with two men.

"no sir. We were just leaving." Dean replied. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." You tried to walk past them but the Sharif opened his mouth again. "And you, little lady."

'who the hell are you calling little lady, old man.' you wanted to say but instead you put on a big smile and say "I'm the trainee, Mariah Larrison." He nodded and I smiled again before walking away. Sam was already inside the shotgun but Dean was standing outside.

"I'm sorry " he said. "You are right, it's your case, I won't tell you what to do. From now you take the lead and you tell us what to do." He said making you smile.

"you don't have to."

"No, I-"

"ok, we are going to meet Amy Hein." You cut him off and happily got inside the backseat and Dean was speechless still standing outside. "Come on, you said you'll do what I say, now get inside the car." Dean got inside the driver seat murmuring something under his breath.

*******

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said as you followed the girl who was putting up posters of her missing boyfriend. "You must be Amy." You asked the girl as you guys approach her.

Yeah." She replied.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. This is my girlfriend, Alex. I'm Dean, this is Sammy." Dean told the girl and I shot him a look.

"He never mentioned you to me." She said looking at all three of you then she turned around to resume her work, all three of you following her. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Dean said.

"so we're looking for him too." Sammy stepped forward. 'wow, so much for me taking the lead.' "and we are kind of asking ground." He added as you came to a stop.

"hey, are you ok?" A weird goth girl came up to Amy and asked her. "Yeah." Amy replied.

"do you mind if we ask you couple questions?" you asked her giving a sympathetic smile which was pretty hard for you because you suck at showing sympathy. "Yeah sure, I guess. We can sit inside." She said while returning your smile.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back button about it." Said Amy as you guys sat inside, her voice was cracking up. "You didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" You asked, trying to look as less intimidating as possible. The other girl apparently whose name was Rachel was staring at you with a strange look on her face. she was really making you uncomfortable but you didn't let it show on your face.

"no, nothing I can remember." Amy said shaking her head.

"here's the deal, ladies" Dean started leaning in more toward the table. "The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. If you've heared anything.." he continued, making the girls look at each other, having a silent conversation. "What is it?" You asked.

"well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk?" Rachel finally said taking her eyes off of you.

"what do the talk about?" The brothers asked in unison making you look at them with an raised eyebrow. The girls look at each other again before Rachel spoke up.

"it's kind of this local legend. This one girl.. she got murdered out on centennial, like decades ago. " Rachel said. Dean looked at Sam then at me. "Well, supposedly, she is still out, she hitchhikes and whoever picks her up...well, they disappear forever." She completes her story and the three of you gave each other knowing looks.

"well, thank you for your time, both of you." Sam said as you stood up and made your outside the door.

"well, there is a local library, a few blocks from here, we should go and check on the lore." You said and both nodded their heads.

"whatever you say, you call the shots here, remember." Dean said making you smirk a little. You all get in the car and made your way toward the local library. The right there was pretty much silent beside Sam and Dean bickering a little like a old married couple.

When you guys got to the library you made your way toward the vecant computer, as you were about to sit in front of it Dean pushed you aside and sat down himself. "What a child." You mumbled before taking a chair and sitting beside him while Sam sat on his other side.

'female murder hitchhiking' he searched and there was no result. Then he replaced the hitchhiking with centennial but again there was no result.

"let me try" Sam said as he moved his hand toward the computer but Dean slapped it away. "I got it" he hissed. Sam pushed his chair backward and sat himself in front of the computer. "Dude!" Dean exclaimed and hit him in the arm before he wheeled back beside his brother.

"you are such a control freak."

"so angry spirits are born out of violent death right?" Sam asked you.

"yeah"

"then maybe it's not a murder." He asked as he replaced the murder on the screen with suicide. 'why haven't I thought about it?' you asked yourself. One result came up reading 'suicide in Centennial'

"this was 1981. 'Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania bridge, drowns in river." Sam read the article.

"does it say what she did?" You asked at the same time Dean asked "why?"

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them for a minute and when she's back they aren't breathing... Both died"

"' our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch. "

"that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked looking at the picture of the bridge on the page. It was the same bridge where you guys meet the cops.

"you guys wanna take a trip again?" You asked

"yup" they replied in unison. All three of you for up and made your way out of the library.

"I have to say, it's nice working with you two again." Dean said getting inside the driver seat of the Impala.

"Dean, we've never worked a case together, before."

"ya... But it's still nice" he said and you will your head.

*******

"so this is where Constance took the swan dive" you said as all three of you walked to side of the bridge and looked down at the river.

"you guys think dad would have been here!" Sam asked as he did in your other side.

"well, he's chasing the same story and we are chasing him " Dean said and started walking along the bridge, you and Sam following him m

"so now what!" Sam asked.

"now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while "

"Dean, I told you I gotta get back by-" "Monday" Dean completed Sam's sentence. "Right, the interview, I forgot." You looked between the brothers not knowing what to do. In a way you thought both of them were right, Sam only wanted to leave a normal life and Dean only wanted his brother back by his side. "you're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?" 'here we go again.'

"maybe, why not?"

"does Jessica knows the truth about you? I mean does she know about the things you've done?"

"no, and she's not ever going to know"

"well, that's healthy." You mumbled under your breath and the boys looked at you for a second. "you can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"and who is that?"

"one of us."

"no! I'm not like you. I'm not like either of you. This is not gonna be my life." Sam said and you frowned at him. "Hey, I go to college too." You said but they ignored you.

"you have a responsibility "

"to dad? And his crusade? If it wasn't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back." Sam said and Dean pushed him to the railing of the bridge and grabbed his collar.

"hey, hey stop, guys. This is really not the time." You pushed Dean away and stood between both of them. You put your hand on Dean's chest and he looked down at you and calmed down a little.

"don't talk about her like that." Dean warned his brother after a few seconds of silence.

"Dean, Sam" you said as you looked over and saw a girl standing over the railing of the bridge, ready to jump. You pointed at her when both the brother looked at you. The woman looked at your direction and then jumped off the bridge causing your eyes to widen. All three of you ran toward where she was standing.

"where'd she go?" Dean asked as you looked down the bridge, no sign of a woman or any life for that matter. Suddenly Dean's car roared to life and you were the first one to notice it.

"Dean." You patted on his shoulder and both of them looked at the car as well with wide eyes. "What the fuck." Dean said with wide eyes.

"who's driving your car?" Sam asked and Dean pulled out his car keys from his pocket to show you. The car started toward you and you all turned to run in opposite direction. "Come on, guys. Let's go. Go!" Sam yelled. Both of them had a lot longer legs than you which was making it harder for you to catch up with them. When the car got too close all the of you jumped off the side of the bridge but only Sam latched on the railing and you and Dean fell off and a high pitched scream left your lips. You fell in the river but heard a thud which meant Dean didn't, he fell on the side where there was only muf and goo. You crawled out and laid on the side, panting.

"you ok?" Dean asked, he was panting as well.

"yeah, I'm alive, you?"

"yeah, me too."

"Dean, Alex. You guys alright?" Sam yelled from the top of the bridge.

"I'm super." Dean replied while you only held up a thumb.

"what you laughing at, asshat." You said when Sam started laughing but he only laughed harder.

*******

"car's alright?" You asked. The first thing Dean did after you got up was check his baby. Both of you were covered with sewer water and mud, Dean a little more than you. But you bet you were colder than he was. The only thing you were wearing was the white shirt Sam lent you last night while he had a jacket on. It was sticking to your body completely. Your hot pink bra was visible through the shirt and both the brothers seemed to notice it, because Sam was trying to look away from your chest and Dean, well Dean was staring at it.

"yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." Dean replied finally looking away from you. "That constance chick.... What a bitch!" He yelled the last part as if she could hear it, and maybe she could.

"well, she doesn't want us digging around. That's for sure." Sam said as both of them at on the bonnet of the car.

"so where does the trail go from here, genius." Sam asked you and you shrugged.

"I just want a shower first." You said in a small grumpy voice.

"you bet. You guys smell like toilet." Sam said looking at you then at his brother making you glare at him. "You know what, Sammy? I think I changed my mind, I want a hug right now." You smirked at the younger Winchester and stepped forward him.

"no, stay away, Alex." He said walking away from you.

"oh come on, it's been so long." You laughed as he ran away from you and you chased him around the car.

Part 3

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PHCK ME - Reed900 Fic Rec List

Hello!!! You might not remember, but awhile back I mentioned I had the start of a fic rec list that I planned to post (which I never did). To celebrate all 1K+ of you, I thought I would finish the list for you! It is my duty as a loyal reed900 servant.

DISCLAIMER: This list of reccomendations was made purely out of personal opinion. I by no means want to discredit any other fics/authors. Some may not agree with my choices, and that’s totally understandable. I just wanted to share these fics because I personally enjoyed them <3

I didn’t include some fics because they haven’t been updated in a long time, or I didn’t remember them enough to give them accurate reviews. Also, I’m sure there are many more fics that I forgot to put on here (these are from my ao3 bookmarks). I might include them in a future update.

Anyways, all of my recs are under the cut! There are a lot!! I had eight pages worth of them in my documents haha

Mint Condition - by itsdefinitive - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 18/? - Reed could see what they were going for there -- the whole infallible super-soldier thing.  A monument to testosterone made perfect, cast in steel within plastic.  It was actually really creepy.  Maybe that was on purpose.

The first reed900 fic I read, and it’s honestly what got me into the pairing itself.

Charon - by Vapewraith - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 20/20 - Gavin Reed, a mess of a human being, just wants to be left to his self destructive tendencies. RK900, an android designed by the most brilliant minds in the world to be the perfect machine, is desperate to grasp the full range of emotional freedom now afforded to him. The two will need to find an equilibrium before their incompatible personalities—and an eccentric serial killer with a dangerous piece of tech—swallow them whole.

I can’t even describe how much I love this fic. I’m a slut for horror, and there’s plenty of that in here. It might just be my favorite. Definitely recommend.

Two Sides of a Vaguely Similar Coin - by ZombiBird - Mature - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 13/? - RK900 is lost.

It’s been months since the Revolution and he’s still no closer to figuring out what the hell he’s supposed to be doing with himself. He feels like an outsider in his own body. Completely detached, nothing more than a quiet observer; like he’s looking down at the world through a layer of glass instead of fully living in it.

Gavin Reed is a temperamental asshole.

This isn’t news, okay? Gavin’s fully aware of what he is. He burns bridges instead of building them. Bites hands instead of shaking them. Would rather drown in a sea comprised of the consequences of his faults and misdeeds than try to change the way he is. Because people like him? Maybe they deserve to drown.

[Alternatively: Both lost in different ways, Gavin and RK900 try to figure their shit out and end up learning that, sometimes, it takes two people who have absolutely no idea what the hell they’re doing to get a goddamn clue.]

I don’t remember much about this fic, if I’m honest. Not that the story is forgettable, it’s just been awhile since I read it. However, the title definitely stood out to me so I know it was very good :P

Captcha Encryption - by Cerulaine - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content warnings - Chapters 18/? - It's a little over a year after the android uprising and it's still the end of the fucking world.

Back in the day when things became shit he used to enjoy a drink or two. Or Five. It all depended on how long the shift ran. After 'The Accident' he can't even cough without Nines breathing down his neck anymore.

He just wishes everything would go back to normal, but if there's anything Gavin has learned it's that you can't unring a bell once it's been rung.

Or whatever. Fuck if he knows.

Similar situation to the last fic: I don’t remember much about it (my memory SUCKS), but I do remember thoroughly enjoying this one.

Daydreamer - by Pence - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 21/24 - Large purple bruises twined prettily around the corpse’s throat, every finger defined in perfect cruelty. His eyes tore away from the handprints as a cold finger traced the lightning strike scar across the center of his face—drawing his attention to a small, blue lipped smile.

“Do you think you’ll ever leave this town, Gavin?”

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When a series of Detroit murders are linked as originating in his hometown, Gavin Reed is unwillingly assigned the case. Fowler insists that his history with the place and people will hugely benefit such an investigation.

He was fucking wrong. 

This fic is one big holy shit moment tbh. Really fantastic. Really makes you wonder why these authors aren’t paid to do this.

All Aboard the Underground Railroad - by Senjihae - No Rating - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 11/? - What starts as sticking it towards his half brother evolves into something with the potential to rewrite android history as he knows it. Gavin doesn't realize what he gets himself into until he is mistaken as the 'Android Messiah' of all things. It's not like he goes out of his way to help them, but his life gets a lot harder once Hank is assigned a shiny new boy toy ('sent by CyberLife').

Things only get worse when he's gifted a heap of metal of his own ('sent by Elijah Kamski').

(Yeah, fuck off Elijah)

Very interesting fic. Gavin is RA9 so that’s a thing. A nice slow burn!

Dragon Become Age - by errantwheat - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content Warnings - Chapters 11/? - Y’all wanted me to write dragon age!au so I did :)

YES! YES! YES! DRAGON AGE AU! YES! YES! YES! (it’s really gud)

Warmth - by TheRedPaladin101 - Teen and Up Audiences - No Warnings - Chapters 1/1 - Gavin frowned, the aching in his shoulder fading from his mind for a moment. “Then give me my jacket.”

“Your jacket is in no condition to keep you warm,” he stated. “For now, use mine and stay warm while we wait to head back to the station.”

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Five times RK900 gave Gavin Reed his jacket, and one time Gavin gave his in return.

Very wholesome. Lives up to its title. Some good ole hurt/comfort!

Letifer - Terminallydepraved - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 19/19 - Gavin Reed is a DPD beat cop determined to make detective by any means possible, and putting an end to a string of murders looks like the quickest way to accomplishing that goal. Unfortunately for him, he fails to account for the real culprit— or the thought that perhaps he isn't the only one on the hunt for a killer.

(Now with cover art by Leetmorry!)

I love beat cop!gavin. It humbles him. And vampire!nines is scary and amazing. Love how the author wrote both of these characters (and the others too!). I definitely recommend this one!

A Strange and Beautiful Creature -  by LittleLalaith - General audiences - No warnings - Chapters 7/7 - Scientist Nines is called in to Amanda's lab to assist with a new discovery - a genuine Mermaid.

While Amanda is indifferent to the creature's circumstances, Nines builds an unlikely connection to the specimen and they grow a little closer than either of them expected.

(AKA Gavin is a sassy sea slug and Nines thrills in breaking the safety protocols)

Mermaid au! Nines wants to save mermaid Gavin, and it’s all very wholesome.

I Think You Do - by spotlightonmringenue - Teen and Up Audiences - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 16/? - “Son of a bitch, there’s another one. What the fuck is it doing,” Gavin says, grip going white on the gun as the android continues to stare at him without acknowledging Connor.

“RK900, my name is Connor. I’m part of a group called Jericho that recovered you from Cyberlife’s Production Center late yesterday. We are currently in the Detroit Police Department Central Station. Are you feeling okay?”

“It doesn’t feel shit,” Gavin mumbles, resisting the urge to step back as the RK900 takes a step closer. It holds out the cup, and Gavin’s eyes dart to it for only a second before flipping between Connor and his doppelganger.

“You requested coffee,” it says, and Hank sighs, leaning back against his desk while rubbing a hand over his forehead.

Quality ‘enemies to friends’ content. Nines is intimidating. Gavin is confused. Good times.

Flying with Crooked Wings - by UnCon - Mature - No warnings - Chapters 20/? - “Listen, kid,” Gavin started, cutting off the desolate child. Sure it was sad his dog had died but it wasn’t Gavin’s fault no one taught the little twerp chocolate was a dog’s kryptonite, “he’s in a better place, alright, so if you’d just stop asking for him to come back—it’d be much appreciated.”

“You promise?” the eight-year-old asked, his big brown eyes looking like glass—fragile and sparkly.

“Yeah,” Gavin lied, looking away as he did it—his halo going a bit crooked. To be honest, he wasn’t sure where dogs went after they died, only that he was tasked with calming the little boys and girls who despaired after them—at least until his punishment was up. “So just, you know, go to sleep and all that.”

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In a world where angels and demons inhabit the same earth, both searching for a way to overthrow the other, both failing--Gavin sits right in the middle, with a crooked halo and a pair of wings to match. It's not enough to be a bit mischievous, however, he also has to get caught up in the demon brothers' scheme to take over heaven. Perfect.

Really good! This fic has the interesting dynamic of Gavin as an angel and Nines as a demon. Check it out!

The Red String Will Still Connect Us Ten Thousand Miles Apart (and to the moon and back) - by Jillflur - Teen and Up - Content warnings - Chapters 5/5 - Gavin, an ‘unlovable’ man without a Soulmate. He was used to it, never had one since he could remember. However, that little fact changes when he wakes up one day and realizes that he suddenly has a Red String connected to his ring finger. It only gets worse when months later, an android walks into the precinct who apparently is his new Soulmate!

Can androids even have Soulmates?!

To make everything even more complicated, a sudden new killer is on the Streets, and he murders people by cutting their Red Strings!

A soulmate fic by our very own jillflur! So good. Amazin. I love the red string trope so much. Yall should big read.

the prince & the reed - by Pence - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 2/? - "I wanted to marry you," the prince murmured, polished armor gleaming as he stared down at the injured man--icy eyes tinged with sadness. Regret.

A guttural scream ripped from the soldier's throat as a heel dug into his wound, arm coated crimson from his weeping shoulder.

The soldier's teeth were stained pink as he jerked his chin up to grin toothily at the other man, bloody fingers scrambling down his thigh in search of the dagger tucked into his boot.

"Then drop to your knees and ask me properly, Nines."

Okay this fic is only two chapters and hasn’t been updated in awhile but GOT DAMN do I love how the author set this medieval fic up. I’m a slut for the medieval au’s, so that’s just extra points.

Not a teacher but I can teach you a thing or two - by Adishailan - Teens and Up - No warnings - Chapters 20/20 - Gavin owed the walking hunk of plastic. He owed him. Ugh, Gavin hated owing people stuff. It gave him a horrible feeling in his stomach, like indigestion, except worse because it involved emotionsTM. This, coupled with the fact he was pumped up with drugs and suffering a concussion, was why he was about to make a terrible, terrible mistake.

“‘Kay. Fine. Thanks or whatever. Lemme know if you ever need anythin' prick.”

RK900’s LED went yellow at this, and this time Gavin was pretty sure he was doing the processing thing. It was still yellow even when he nodded in a serious way and said:

“That would be useful.”

Oh man this one is BIG CUTE! It’s so soft, and is a fantastic slow burn. I totally recommend this fic.

O May I Join the Choir Invisible - by BanishedOne - Mature - No warnings - Chapters 13/? - Gavin Reed was a new inmate at a prison where the infamous killer, R. Nathan Kearney, was on death row. Circumstances led to an unfortunate encounter.

Okay don’t quote me on this but I think you can find the rest of this fic on Twitter. It was posted in a bunch of seperate posts and it was really confusing but there was definitely extra chapters. You can find the post here (or at BanishedOne on twitter). Other than that, this is a really good fic! The boys get into a lot of trouble!

Neon Maps - by caffienefueledfeels - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content warnings - Chapters 11/11 - Everyone has their limits. Gavin is about to discover several of his own.

He's broke, barely scraping along, and struggling to keep an aggressive black-mailer off his back. On top of that, the grey-eyed distraction in his bed is about to test his heart in more ways than one.

Cyberpunk fic!! Super interesting! Go check it out!

Computers Are Elaborate Cat Beds, Actually - by errantwheat - No Rating - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 6/? - “Marvelous find, Gavin. They’ll promote you for this, surely.”

Gavin pulled an exaggerated frown. He was awfully animated for a robot. “Jesus, What kind of human are you? I’m waving a fucking kitten in your face and you’re still a bitch.”

Really cute. I’m pretty sure there’s some art to go with this fic. Super duper cute reverse au!

More Than a Woman, More Than a Bride - by AvixiLynn91 - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Content warnings - Chapters 38/? - When Gavin’s life is threatened for the last time by a violent gang expanding the production of a new drug in Detroit, Captain Fowler must come up with a plan for his safety. Perhaps forcing a marriage between Nines and Gavin wasn’t the best solution he could come up with...

Oh man. This fic. Let me tell you. I’ve been with this fic since the beginning and it is one hell of a roller coaster XD. The author updates constantly, it’s really impressive.

More Like You - by Mooneye - Teen and Up - No warnings - Chapters 1/1 - “This next bit’s going to get awkward. I’m going to interface with you.”

At that he could feel the collective confusion in the room. His eyes darted up to look at Hank and then Nines. They both seemed eerily still and were possibly thinking that Gavin had surely lost his mind.

Gavin has kept his prosthetic arm, with good reason, a secret from humans and androids alike for as long as he’s had it. The prospect of losing Nines threatens to unravel everything, but perhaps it’s worth the cost.

The idea of Gavin (an android hater in-game) having a prosthetic-android arm is definitely interesting!

An Unforeseen Union - by AvixiLynn91 - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 16/16 - Gavin and Nines are sent undercover to investigate a slew of brutal murders at a gay counselling and therapy resort for androids and humans. They're forced to pose as a couple, but soon feel their relationship becoming more than an act as real feelings develop.

I loved the dramatic whodunnit vibes in this fic! It gets crazy :P

The Great DPD Kink-Off - by connorssock, LittleLalaith, Skye_Willows, Stujet9rainshine - Explicit: only suitable for adults - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 24/24 - It started out as a bit of rivalry and turned into a competition. Who was the kinkiest android in town?

If you like smut, then read this. That is all I will say.

The Black Nights, The Long Dark - by bvssbot - Explicit - Content warnings - Chapters 8/12 - translation of an amazing russian fic тёмные ночи, долгая тьма (the dark nights, the long darkness) into english

An unknown catastrophe was the reason Gavin ended up stranded alone on a godforsaken Canadian island. Having almost made peace with the thought of living in solitude for the rest of his days, he saves the life of a pilot named Richard, whose airplane crashed in the middle of his humanitarian mission.

Shit, I loved ‘The Long Dark’ and I love this fic. I don’t speak russian, unfortunately, so I must wait to read the end. But this is still amazing and you all should read it.

Detroit: Outlast - by Cardboardghost - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 1/? - Connor Upshur is a down on his luck reporter, who spends his nights getting drunk and passing out at home. A mysterious email calls him to Mount Massive Asylum, owned by the Cyberlife corporation. Armed with nothing but a camera and his wits, Connor must brave the asylum's horrors and find way to save the people Cyberlife stole from him.

Gavin Park is a beat cop looking for a more well paying job. So when an offer to work private security at the Cyberlife corporation all but falls into his lap, how could he refuse? Gavin quickly realizes things are not what they seem, and in an attempt to expose Cyberlife, he ends up further in their clutches. Now he and Connor must work together to claw their way out of the asylum's depths, and the familiar faces that wait inside those walls.

This fic only has onw chapter, but go check out Cardboardghost’s art if you finish reading this!! They have provided so much quality content for the Outlast/DBH crossover I didn’t know I needed.

Gin & Tonic - by limchi - Explicit - No warnings - Chapters 8/? - People didn’t like Gavin Reed. Gavin Reed didn’t like people. It went together like gin and tonic, you can’t have one without the other. Nines hated him and he hated Nines. Those were the rules they played by, the rules that couldn't be changed - until fate decided they could.

It turned Gavin into pretending to dislike and Nines into a dense idiot with a crush, unable to grasp the concept of love. Both in utter denial. The catch: gravity worked against them, pulled them together at a frightening pace. Push against and defy the rules of nature or go along the prevailing forces?

Your friendly neighborhood reed900 fic. Very epic slow burn and fluff (and a hint of angst tbh). I definitely recommend!

Bitter Half - by turnabout - Mature - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 5/5 - Gavin Reed was born unmarked, and had spent his entire life expecting to die like he lived - alone. It isn't until Tina points out the new serial number on his chest that he realizes everything is about to change. Whether that's for better or for worse is up to him.

I’m a sucker for soulmate fics and this one does not disappoint!

K-900 - by Serazimei - Teen and Up - No warnings - Chapters 3/3 - Gavin and Nines were a great team. Unfortunately they were both huge workaholics. That's why when Nines' body gets busted on a job and the needed parts aren't available yet chaos is inevitable. Needing to choose between waiting and potentially being of no use at work or participate in one of Kamskis experiments and transfer his mind into an Android dog the decision is easy to make.

Who knew being in a dog body could become such a hassle? Not Nines, that's for sure.

Nines is a pup!!! I don’t believe I’ve seen a fic like this yet, so it’s really cool!

Thanks I'm Hating It - by Lupo (LupoLight) - Explicit: only suitable for adults - No warnings - Chapters 4/4 - Gavin goes to a fast food burger joint and Nines judges him. Then he realizes that Gavin isn't as much of a dick as he used to be, except he is, but in a different way. He isn't sure how to react to this knowledge.

QUALITY reed900 content

Bloodstains - by DeviantAlicee - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 12/? - Nines is an interrogator & detective for the DPD with a dark past. His thick skin & smarts helping him to be one of the most valuable members of the department. He's cold & daunting.

GV200 is one of the first police android models who's partnered with a cruel beat cop who not only hates that his partner is an android but doesn't think GV can feel any of the cruel things he does or says to him. The android doesn't speak up due to the fear of being shut down.

Nines has no clue that the android he bumped into at a bar is in fact a police android. He just thinks that he might be somebody in need of some help. But, as time passes by & a new drug that can be used by androids begins to circulate, Nines begins to realise the situation is a whole lot more convoluted than he originally thought.

This is a really interesting reverse au! Check it out!

Team spirit - by ilse_writes - Mature - No warnings - Chapters 4/4 - Someone had the unholy idea to go camping with the department, all in the name of 'team building'. Gavin is not liking it very much. That tall instructor with his haughty manners and cool eyes... that one he likes very much.

I don’t think I’ve seen another au quite like this one. Very epic content, can we hit Gavin Reed?

Wake Up - by SkySquid22 - Mature - Content warnings - Chapters 6/? - “Gavin!”

GV200 slipped out of his stasis. He didn’t get a chance to open his eyes before a file came down on his face, smacking him.

“And here I thought tin cans didn’t sleep.”

Something was wrong.

Something was very very wrong.

DIS GOT ME  F U C K E D  U P!!! Bruh @skysquid200 really out here shaking my world with this fic. I was hollering while reading this like I got HYPED

Natural - by Erik_Heinrich - Teen and Up - Author chose not to warn for content - Chapters 1/? - They are all wing people.

Gavin gets partnered with Nines. As expected hes not too happy about it, but their partnership seems to be going well. That is until spring comes along. Nines wings seem a bit fidgety and Gavin is nesting. Nines doesn't realize he's been trying to court Gavin, and Gavin is just as oblivious.

or. They are both complete idiots the whole time

WING FIC WING FIC WING FIC!!!! Yall dont know how long I’ve looked for a reed900 wing fic. My homie @phckingusername out here doin God’s work <333

Thank you all so much for 1K!!! Being able to hop on Tumblr everyday and talk to you guys makes me so happy!! I really hope I didn't f up this rec list anywhere lol. Hope u guys like it!!

[darktammy]

New Roses in your Womb

@soulmatesifyouwill @sassybrose @cosmic--daydream @sausagefest1996 @instantbouquetdestinysblog @missdonna18 @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @squirrel666 @deanseths @stressed-out-heathen @purpleskiesandcherrypies @drxcleaner

You was standing by the window drinking your tea with smile on your face. You keep looking out the window from your nice larger three bedroom apartment. You look down to see the man that you fell in love with over a year ago. “Kenny!” You said putting you tea cup down with a smile on your face. You ran to the door as you waited for him to knock, but you couldn’t because you were just to excited so you open the door just to see Kenny walking to your door. “My sweet thing!”  Kenny said as he ran to you giving you a big bear hug. You laugh as you felt his strong arms hugging you real tight. “Kenny baby you're kinda hurting me a little bit. “You said as he let you go. “Sorry baby I was just so happy to finally see ya. Now how about we get ready so I can show you that deal I made.” You smiled as you saw him pulled out the contract with WWE. “You join the WWE? Kenny are you sure the Vince is ready for you?” He look down at you with a smile. “I’m sure they all are now lets you ready because I’m taking you there tonight.” You smiled as you & Kenny got ready for tonight's show.

You remember how you and Kenny meet, it still feel like it was yesterday when it happen. You was in Japan at the time for your new mini book called Poems from the heart. You sat there signing your book meeting fans enjoying the time out there. One night as you made it back to your hotel room you bump into a tall blandish strong men making you fall to the ground as he drop his things. “Oh wow that hurt.” You said as you look up to see cute light blue eyes looking down at you. He extend his hand to left you up which you did. “Hey sorry about that did see ya there short stuff.” You rolled your eyes as you pick up your bag only to see your book on the floor. “Your book.” Kenny pick it up as he smiled at you. “Yeah great stuff love the women who wrote this.” You smiled as you cross your arms. “Yeah I’m pretty sure you would have love to meet her as well.” Kenny look at you. “Wait she came here to Japan?” You nodded your head. “Yeah she was even doing a meet and greet signing for her new book which you have.” Kenny grunted as he rub the back of his neck. “Oh man I wish I meet her. I’m a very big fan of hers.” You laugh a little as you look up at him. Your not gonna lie Kenny is pretty cute for someone who’s pretty big. “You know what...I know who you are because I watch wrestling a lot Mr. Omega, can you get me a free ticket into the Tokyo dome and I’ll let you meet Y/N.” You smiled up at him. “Yeah that would be great it’s well we need to leave right now!” He took your hand and pulled you out of the hotel and straight to the dome.

You enjoyed the show watching Kenny fight Jericho in the match. You cheered Kenny on yelling your heart out for him which he won as you jump for joy. You ran in and gave him a big hug then you kissed Kenny? You both look at each other then you look away licking your lips, The young bucks, Cody, Brandi even Jericho all laugh a bit. “So I see you have to hots for Kenny Ms. Y/N?” Brandi said elbowing you.  Kenny stop then he turn around looking at you. You look up at Kenny as you tried to think of something. “Y/N? Your the girl who….I bump into you back at the hotel...you're the one who wrote that poem book!” You look down as you turn to walk off, but didn’t because Kenny pulled you back to him. “Nah you kiss me I don’t think your going anywhere.” You smiled at him as you try to say something, but Kenny cut you off by kissing you softly on your lips. “Oh yeah I’m your biggest fan.” Kenny said You laugh as you kiss him right back.

You both made it to the WWE arena. You wore your black spandex with a tank top that had an Omega logo on it with black heels. “I still can’t believe you made it to the WWE babe. I mean are you sure you really want this?” You said looking at him “Yeah babe I’m sure besides what could go wrong with this place.” You look over at him with a worried look on your face. “People’s careers not making it to far?” You said looking down as you both started to walk to the locker room. Kenny look at you then smiled. “Nah this guys wanted me for the longest so I think my career is fine babe.” You both found his own locker room as Kenny opened the door for you to walk in you smiled turning around seeing Kenny come in close the door right behind him. “Well your ready Kenny?” He look up at you confuse as you jump on him kissing him. “Come on babe take me right now Kenny I’m dying and I need your big strong cock inside me.” He didn’t waste any time taking your tank top off along with your pants. Kenny removed his clothes so fast that you was already on your knees taking his big cock in your hands. “Oh baby your so hard I don’t know if I can fit it in my mouth.” You laugh as you started licking the head of his cock making Kenny moan. “It’s not gonna suck itself baby stop playing around we only have a few hours before the show starts.” He grab your hair then his cock putting him in your mouth. You start to suck hard on him as he moan with you lips around his cock. You keep it up until you felt Kenny’s manhood twitching in your mouth. “Yeah...nah stop damn it stop.” He pulled his cock out as you laugh at him. “What wrong baby?” Kenny turn you around as bend you over on table you gasps as you felt his cock rubbing your core. “Oh baby please don’t tease me please. Please Kenny.” You moan when you felt Kenny slamming your pussy hard making you moan loud. “Oh Kenny baby oh yes, please don’t stop please.” Kenny was thrusting so hard inside you you thought you was going to die from him. You start to feel a tight knock inside you as your walls start to tighten up around him. “Kenny...ba...baby please!” Kenny already knew what to do with you he pulled on your hair and whispered in your ear. “Who’s the men making you come?” You said as your orgasm hits you hard. “You are you daddy!!” Not long after Kenny came after.

The both of you stood here catching your breaths until he look at his watch. “Oh shit babe shower time I have to get ready in an hour.” You look up then start to grab your clothes as you felt his seed dripping down your leg. Not gonna lie it turn you on even more. You both was ready before the show started. Fresh from your shower even tho you both know a quicky shower sex took place which was cool. You walk into carting with Kenny holding his hand. You look around to see all the WWE stars all sitting with their friends. You saw Randy with Finn, R-Truth, and big show. On the other side you see Bayley, Sasha, Becky, Alexa, Nia and the rest of the WWE superstars here. “Well look who’s here!” Kenny look behind him as AJ jump on his back making Kenny fall on his knee. You laugh as you watch them play around fake fight one another. “You guys are something else you know that.” You said walking right behind them. You remember Kenny telling you about AJ Styles, how they had so much fun together back in Japan. How they hang out in bars, night clubs all the good times. “I see you have your lovely girlfriend Y/N hell there young lady.” AJ said making you smile a little. “Alright ladies man lets all sit down and have a nice talk.” Kenny said as all three of you sat at an empty table.

By now most of the WWE superstars heard your name and was in shock that you was even here. Alexa being the first one with Nia both got up and walk out just like the rest of them. You saw it from the corner of your eyes. Not thinking about it for to long as you look back at Kenny and AJ catching up with old times. Raw started as you watch from Kenny’s private locker room. The show was going pretty well watching the matches as everyone had their moment in the ring, talking about who they were going to fight at the next PPV You look over to see Kenny talk with Luke and Karl have a blast. “Hey man were happy that you made it to the WWE now we can have the old good times when it was us four.” Karl said. Luke laugh as he pat Kenny on his shoulder. “Yeah man plus we have a girl in the team uhh..” He said making you laugh as you look at them. “No thanks I’ll just stick to writing my poems thank you.” You said making Kenny walk up to you giving you a soft kiss on your lips. “That’s my babe now stay here because we have to get ready me and the guys are going to go out there and change history tonight.” You smiled as you watch them leaving the room all by yourself. “What am I going to do with him?” You smiled as you watch the tv.  

You saw all three Luke, Karl and AJ walk out to the ring as you watch them talk about their past in NJPW all the way to now the WWE. You heard AJ ready to announcer his name. “Ladies and gentlemen you knew for a long time we all want him here so give it up for KENNY OMEGA!!” The crowd cheer as they saw Kenny walking out with his leather jacket on. You shook your head knowing he was going to be silly by wearing that. You watch as Kenny was talking about all the good times he had with them and now his read to make great new ones with his buddies then Bobby lashley’s music hit. He walks out with his sidekick Lio rush as Lio start talking about how great bobby is, then it’s what Lio said next that made Kenny’s blood bolid. “You Kenny I heard about ya you wrestled all around the world had great matches with the best, but this man right here. This man Bobby he can take you on and beat you, oh if the rumours that’s going on back there is true, your girlfriend Y/N is here and she one hot ass that Bobby can have.” The crowd went wild as Kenny’s face went red punching Lio then punch Bobby just for laughing at what Lio said about you.

You got up  then opening the door to his locker room then you start running to the gorilla. You ran past a few superstars. You keep your eyes straight in front of her. “Hey your Y/N Y/L/N right?” You look over to see Lana you just wave at her as you ran past everyone even them. The three most dangerous men in the WWE the shield. You started to slow down once you got to the gorilla as you saw Vince and Hunter here. “Hey let me talk to Kenny please.” You said to them. “Sorry kid Kenny was put in a match with Bobby.” Hunter told you with a small smile on his. You nodded as you watch the match go on knowing that Karl was right there at ring side by Kenny.  

You watch as Kenny pick up the win making you jump with joy. You wait for Kenny and Karl to come past the curtains. “Kenny!” You hug him as he hug you right back Karl walking away from you guys. You and Kenny start walking back to his locker room until they came out of nowhere. Making the both of you stop, not taking any chances Kenny pulled you right behind him. “Relax Kenny we just want to say great job on your match with Bobby tonight.” Seth said with a evil smile. Roman look at Kenny. “Welcome to the WWE boy this is our home, the ring that’s our yard and who ever steps into it better have eyes behind their back, because we are the shield.” Dean the last man who didn’t say anything, all he did was keep his eyes on you with a wicked grin on his face. You look at Dean then turning her head to the other side making Kenny worrying about your safety. So Kenny held your hand tight as he keep you close to him while walking past the three men. Once inside Kenny’s locker room his started to pack up his things, while you watch him. “Babe are you ok?” Kenny look at you with a smile. “Yeah as long as you are safe then I’m good. If anything happened to ya oh you wouldn't see me smiling.”

Kenny finish packing up his belongings he walks up to you taking your hand then exiting the locker room then straight for your car. Kenny open the back door tossing his bag in the backseat then closing the door. You got in the passenger side as Kenny enter from the driver side, he start to the car pulling out of the parking lot. You smiled at Kenny as he started driving back to your place. There was still one thing that was still bugging you, and that was the way Dean was looking at you. His eyes it was dark with something in it, his grin it had something crazy just crazy about it. You felt so uncomfortable that you just wish you didn’t come there. You didn’t tell Kenny cause you didn’t want to worry him about you. All you wanted to do is just get home with him and sleep.

[papersandkeyboards]

5/31 to 6/5: (everything else and) Prom

36th WEEK, MAY 31-JUNE 5, 2016.

English class has always been interesting to me. If I think about it, English class (be it here as a first language, or back home as a second language) is always more fun than Indonesian Language class back home. In my class in Rainier Beach, which is IB English Language and Literature, we read classics and Shakespearean plays and interpret those. (don’t get me wrong, I had to read The Scarlett Letter for English Lang class during my short stop in Houston and it was painful, but something about how English teachers’ way of teaching is so interesting and, of course, not boring)

For the semester’s big project, however, we were told to make podcasts. About anything.

I understand that podcasts aren’t much of a thing in Indo, but the simplest way to explain podcasts in a nutshell is audio lectures, audio books, discussions, serial stories, or anything about a topic. And honestly, it’s not even just lectures. You can talk about anything in a podcast (in my Theory of Knowledge class, we listened to a series of online podcasts entitled “Serial”, which covers a story for each season that is told in an interesting and comprehensive way).

But this time, Mrs. Shaw doesn’t limit us to just audio, but we can put visuals in it as well. So, basically saying, our big project was to make an audio or video file talking about things which has our arguments in it. And we could do it individually or in groups of three, max.

Me, being myself who essentially resents group works can be quite an individualist, of course, decided to do the podcast by myself.

And me, being myself who almost always aims to be anti-mainstream, chose a topic that most people would hate and throw rocks to after the first glance.

I argued that zoos aren’t necessarily inhumane to animals. For a side that believed that zoos are downright cruel and disgusting, I stood against them.

Of course I know people aren’t always going to agree with me, but as a (used-to-be) debater, I tried to smother everything in good wording (and some solid arguments can i get a hell yeah), and at the end, all I need to be satisfied was Mrs. Shaw saying “you got a point.” (aka “hmm iya juga ya”).

It was an enjoyable school task to do. Ehe.

Anyway, the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, were two sacred days we all students acknowledged dearly as Early Release days. The neverending amazement of Seattle has turned me into somewhat a Dora the Explorer, even though it was clear that I have always been a damn-straight home person back home. Would rather stay home that being somewhere else.

But an exchange student logic was that you’re missing a lot of you spend a lot of time at home.

So Kira and I hit the waterfront and rode the Seattle Ferris Wheel.

And the next day I spent by myself, visiting the Seattle Art Museum and indulging my fangirl side by watching X-Men: Apocalypse.

Remember I mentioned once that it was the time of SIFF—Seattle International Film Festival?

Karen, Eric, and I looked up the showtimes and movies, trying to find anything interesting, and of course the choice went to an Indonesian movie, entitled “Copy of My Mind”, so we watched it on Friday evening.

It never occured to me that films in film festivals aren’t those up the regular theaters. Most of them are months old before the time of the festival itself, some even a year old or more. But I guess that’s the point of having film festivals: as a platform to promote films, because almost all of them don’t include big starry actor names, and all of them aren’t in a franchise.

Copy of My Mind, however, was starred by Chico Jericho and Tara Basro (blame was on me for just recognizing these names for the first time), and soon after the movie started, I got why I’ve never heard of this film before back home: it would never be able to air in Indonesia. Simple as that.

As usual, my movie-goer sense was so much indulged in cheap plots of franchise films where every message is shown explicitly during the film with a mandatory happy ending and a bonus of occasional car explosion, so when I saw the ending of Copy of My Mind, I was disappointed. I didn’t get the message.

(later I googled the film and it turned out to be a hard-core social and political satire towards my own country) (so yeah, go watch it guys) (majukan perfilman indonesia)

On Sunday, I was reminded by the remaining days I have by attending Nouha’s goodbye party. She would leave three days after the goodbye party, which is June 8, and I’m still staying here until the end of the month, but surely it sucks to remember that you have to leave eventually.

But the goodbye party was a fun one—sliders, chips, other typical tasty American barbecue snacks in the backyard, people bringing going-away presents, and of course, pictures.

(I swear the pictures were up somewhere but now I couldn’t find them)

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Aight. That’s quite a brief (???) summary of how the first 5 days of the week went. Whereas I usually said the fun part comes in the weekend, this WHOLE week was full of fun and things to do (thank God for early release). HOWEVER, though, however,

this weekend was Prom.

That’s right, everyone, you heard it. The infamous American High School Prom.

....

Gitu aja sih. Ehe. OKAY. Prom in Beach... was definitely UNLIKE Proms in other, harshly saying, white rich school everywhere else. But the part where people ask other people to Prom, well, that was done everywhere, I guess.

I was walking the hallway when Rebecca and the others stopped by and Rebecca asked me, “Nabila, who are you going to Prom with?”

“...????? I don’t know??? No one asked me to.”

“It’s America, you can do whatever you want. Why don’t you ask somebody?”

yaela yang bener aja lu dasar ampas kepala.

Jadi gini sih. The way Prom works (or at least in my school) is that only the seniors are invited, unless the seniors ask somebody else from other grades—juniors, sophomores, freshmen, or people from other school—to be their prom date, then those persons are also invited. And I know Kira is a junior, so I asked Kira as my prom date so she can experience prom and everybody is happy. Also because Rebecca and Emily were committees so there are fellow juniors there. yaela padahal karena emang gaada yang ngajak dan akhirnya ngajak temen sendiri supaya tidak garing

I didn’t take too much trouble setting up a promposal—Prom proposal—unlike those who are seriously dating—a friend from Theory of Knowledge class made a poster and got his football team to promposed his girlfriend, it was very sweet—and because I was an awkward unromantic piece of shit, I asked Kira to be my prom date during stretching before softball game.

She was appalled. At least she wasn’t repelled, which was good. Good thing she didn’t expect a canon of flowers or posters or an orchestra playing for her to be promposed.

And that’s the story on how I got my prom date.

Which was totally not unusual, because at Prom night I found out that Alex asked Justin, a junior, so that Justin can experience Prom with his senior fellows too. Zion, who is gay, asked Nina out of friendship. A lot of people do that that night. Many people even went with their squads instead of being in pairs.

When Kira was scrolling through numerous online shops to find a dress, I bought mine in Nordstrom Rack—which was basically Nordstrom but they sell old stuff that were cheaper (because I didn’t feel like spending hundreds of bucks on a dress I’m gonna wear, like, once or twice for my whole life). Not only I bought it in Nordstrom Rack, I also bought it last Febuary, which was before Winter Ball. That being said, I used the same dress as what I wore for Winter Ball. Which was good, because I didn’t want to waste money on dress I would most likely use once. The admission ticket was around $40 anyway, while other schools my AFS friends were in charged around $80-100 for it. sekolah saya miskin emang, tapi asik.

Sementara ada temen-temen saya yang ‘melamar Prom’ pakai poster, bunga, permen karet (dia nawarin sekotak permen karet gitu trus pas dibuka ada tulisannya ‘Prom?’ trus dikasih bunga, lucu abis sih), ada juga temen yang asal ngajak cewek manapun yang kebetulan lewat, dan kalau ditolak, geser dikit trus ngajak cewek lain terdekat. But then again, I didn’t know how significant a prom date is—whether being asked to be prom date equals being asked to be one’s girl/boyfriend, or is it just a one-time occasion thing?

Whatever it was, I do know that at least Prom in Rainier Beach High School doesn’t shun single people. Yay. Nabila can go to Prom without worries.

HOWEVER.

However, around a week before Prom, I found out that Indonesian Students’ Association of Seattle University (ISASU), which was like a couple blocks from my house, was holding some sort of event, and guess who came as a guest star.

....

NO.

I DO NOT LIKE HOW THIS TURNS OUT.

I REALLY DON’T.

After contemplating which one is rarer: to experience a classic American high school Prom night every exchange student wants to be a part of or meet a massive Indonesian dazzling pop-star in person, I did what I thought was best for me: I chose Prom and let go of Raisa, with the arrogance of “I’m Indonesian, she’s Indonesian, we’ll meet again but I only have this one chance for Prom” without realizing that that will least likely to happen.

I came to Kira’s house on Saturday afternoon, June 4, 2016, and ate Indomie for pre-Prom dinner (Prom dinner paling tidak modal sepanjang sejarah manusia). Then we had a photoshoot in which Kira and I look like a happy couple of lovers. Then Laura drove us to the venue. Which was a not-so-big space in SoDo but enough for the whole class lah.

(pic credit to whoever took this)

Long story short, it was fun. At first it wasn’t really because both Kira and I did not know many seniors despite some people I recognize from classes I am in, so we talked with Emily and Rebecca. Then people I know started to show up—Nina, Justin, Zion, Alex, Gretar, and others—and we danced. What was fun about it was that everyone didn’t dance with their dates, but mixed in into big groups of friends and was having a pure hyped-fun time instead of a romantic one. (not to brag but Nina and I did some duets and we were killing it) (kapan lagi bisa hacep dan meliar kaya begini ya)

The King and Queen of Prom, instead of voting, was done by a raffle (maybe so that everyone can get a chance instead of a cliche competition of popularity). Rony got King and Antoneyah got Queen. There was also two photo booths, an elegant one with a sofa and a fun one like a photobox along with hats and fake mustache and other stuff you could use.

(’twas Rebecca, Emily, Rony the playboy, me, and Kira)

(terus baru 3 tahun kemudian AFS menggerayangkan gerakan AFSPride)

(mampos kenapa w pendek sekali, bahkan dalam standar orang indonesia)

(tUH udah naik tangga pun masi lebih pendek)

THEN, the event continued for whoever wants to join everyone to the Seattle Ferris Wheel, while free tickets were provided! We sporadically went to the Ferris Wheel by Uber—some people didn’t come due to curfew and probably an after-party somewhere (I finally convinced Kira to join after many considerations. Since the Wheel was closer to my house, she agreed to crash in my house after).

Lucu banget aih. Anak-anak remaja pakai baju-baju bagus, sebagain berpasang-pasangan, dan sebagian lagi bergerombol kelompok, dan rame-rame masuk ke kereta Bianglala.

(’twas Gretar, Alex, Justin, me, Kira, Zion, and Mohamed)

Kapan lagi kaya gini huhuhu seneng.

It was—I don’t remember—a bit after midnight? After we were done Kira and I took an Uber back to my house, had ice cream in my bed while watching Monsters University, and fell asleep halfway through the movie (and my laptop ran out of battery).

---

Aaaand that’s probably as close I could ever be with Raisa: in the same city, neighboring neighborhood.

But at least, thinking back, I would not trade the experience I just had with anything else.

Salam dari penghadir Prom Rainier Beach High School dengan style hijab paling cantik (karena memang satu-satunya),

Nabila Safitri.

[kihocrystal]

Spring 2018 - Final Impressions

Sorry this post is so late (again)! I had a *really* busy July, which really didn’t help at all. But anyway, here’s my thoughts on the shows that I finished this past season! All but one are sequels, though (and the one non-sequel was a carryover from last season)... Don’t worry, I’ll watch stuff like Megalobox and Hinamatsuri eventually! :’D

All “reviews” are listed in alphabetical order!

Amanchu! Advance - 8.0 / 10 (B-)

I liked season 2 as a whole! (Except for one episode / thing…)

QUEERBAITING SUCKS

I dunno if this is the fault of the anime or the source material…

…but this is still the most blatant example I’ve ever watched >_>

episode 11 didn’t need to happen!!! Why couldn’t Kokoro just… be a girl

or y’know, just let Pikari and Teko continue to “love” each other as they have! OTL

maybe why it annoyed me so much is that it’s like… a total bait & switch that went on for 2 SEASONS

to be fair, the reveal kinda went over my head? But when r/anime pointed it out, that’s when the salt began :/

yet the finale still has them blushing over reading thank you notes? It’s like this show wants its cake & eat it too

at the end of the day, the Kokoro stuff just… got in the way of Teko & Pikari’s interactions, platonic or not >_>

Also I’m one of the few people who actually liked the Peter arc

and it gave Ai some spotlight time!!!

it’s nice to have a little story arc to change things up (as opposed to an episodic structure)

(though I understand why many didn’t care for it… it leans a lot more towards supernatural than usual)

IMO they at least gave precedent w/ that one lucid dreaming episode w/ Teko, though

AND THERE’S ACTUAL SCUBA DIVING THIS TIME \o/

the underwater moments can be very magical… definitely the visual highlight

And the cast of characters is still enjoyable to watch too~ (def. a good group dynamic there)

Kokoro is considered a polarizing character for sure

I didn’t mind him that much until, y’know… his gender reveal led to the queer-baiting thing >_>

The finale was really nice though! It had pretty diving scenes and had cute Teko & Pikari moments~

In any case, this is still a very relaxing and heartwarming anime~

It has all the things I enjoyed about S1 here; it’s just the things added on top were a mixed-bag

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card - 8.0 / 10 (B)

EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW IS BEING VAGUE AS SHIT

But at least the mystery is interesting!

It’s just too bad it took like… 20 episodes to start getting any kind of explanation :’)

I actually watched the original series through a r/anime rewatch at the end of last year!

(meaning there wasn’t much time for me going from that series to this sequel)

I enjoyed the callbacks to the original series as well!

(including going from *anime* canon! i.e. the 2nd movie actually being canon)

The visuals look nice! Even though it almost looks a bit… *too* rounded in comparison to the original

I enjoyed watching Sakura capture all the new cards in different ways~

Even though this season was VERY light on plot (mostly), this aspect provided the action~

Also I enjoyed watching the character interactions too ^^

But yeah… the lack of overarching plot development and VAGUENESS kinda holds this season back

that being said, the final episodes set up some potentially interesting developments to come

and the finale itself *definitely* was not a conclusive one, so S2 better be confirmed soon!

Overall, I still enjoyed this continuation for the things it did right! I’ll be looking forward to a S2~

Darling in the FranXX - 8.0 / 10 (B)

Well this is/was a… polarizing show, to say the least.

I enjoyed it overall, but certain things about it hold it back from a higher score for me.

There’s two main elephants in the room with this series, really

#1 is… the heteronormativity

this was basically from the get-go, and in the roots of the story / themes itself

since the themes revolve around male/female partnerships & the importance of that… Yeah

one of the core quotes being “a female and a male aren’t complete w/o the other” …Yeah, again

also the sex-like positions of the “stamen” and “pistil” while piloting also doesn’t help

the workings of this world’s society has hetero relationships as the standard and doesn’t really allow for other options

(i.e. the FranXX piloting, Ikuno’s female attraction not working out in both operating the mech & her feelings for Ichigo, etc.)

at least Ikuno and Ichigo got a scene to talk about their attraction feelings & make up somewhat ^^

plus the Nines are basically gender non-binary but are seen as antagonistic forces for most of the show… Yeah

and just basic hetero things (like sex & pregnancy) were like being attacked in this show (when it’s not in real life???)

there’s an image meme that’s like “no, Prime Minister Abe… this will not get people to have babies” (…agreed :’D)

sure, there are *many* ways you can interpret this show, but the fact that so many people have seen it as such is Not Good

#2 is… the show supposedly “jumping the shark” towards the end

the main culprit of this (for many people) seems to be the “suddenly aliens!” reveal in episode ~20

this didn’t really impact my enjoyment of the show at all, but I definitely understand why people would be disappointed

in a way, it does kinda shift the story away from the themes it was using prior to this…

perhaps the lack of foreshadowing was another reason the shift in plot didn’t go well

plus it tends to directly riff off of certain visual cues from other mecha (like Eva & Gurren Lagaan)

Those two main gripes aside, the directing & visuals in this show were what kept me interested throughout

music choices, visual choices, etc. just really made certain moments better than they probably should’ve been

I enjoyed the characters as a group as well (even if most of them individually weren’t anything to write home about)

Goro’s a good bro, Ichigo went through good development, Kokoro & Mitsuru developed as a good pair…

Futoshi ended up being kind of a fat joke to the end though (& it was interesting that him & Kokoro didn’t end up together)

of course, Zero Two is the one everyone loved (& I liked her & Hiro’s dynamic as well)

sure, some people felt like she had “no personality” after she realized the truth about Hiro, but I didn’t mind the change

Plus I like that this show had a… pretty good ending, actually! (All things considered)

Directing as always was on point, and we got to see everyone’s lives over time (& Hiro + Zero Two eventually re-uniting as kids)

I just wish the main group got to see the two of them again :’)

though I do wish VIRM actually got full-on destroyed instead of a “we might come back” ending :/

and the ending was also kinda like “oh yeah, all the Children sent away didn’t actually die!” ???

This show will likely have a legacy not unlike Guilty Crown going forward, but I thought it ended better than that show, for the record

But yeah, this show is far from perfect and has questionable themes. But I still enjoyed it over all for the things it did well~’

Nanatsu no Taizai S2 - 8.0 / 10 (B-)

Unfortunately, not as good as S1 (but I still enjoyed this season overall)

S1 felt like its own self-contained story, but this season is clearly a “Part 1” for things to come

I wish Diana had more to do this season… she lost her memory early on and STILL doesn’t have it back

she was out of the main conflict (& separated from the group) for most of it :/

she also had these WEIRD ANGLES & POSES all the time… the fan service w/ her was *Really* distracting

the only consolation is that we got to learn some backstory for her & meet her fellow giants

oh well, at least she’s met up with King again and is enjoying his company by the end :)

The Gowther twist is interesting, but the way they revealed it was kinda… underwhelming

plus that *also* hasn’t been resolved yet (like many other things this season)

Some good moments this season were centered around Ban

such as his relationship w/ Jericho, time w/ a resurrected Elaine, and the small arc w/ his foster dad :’)

Also the final Sin got introduced w/ Escanor! PRAISE THE SUN

he’s a fun character; skittish by night and INVINCIBLE by day

The addition of power levels was kinda weird

it wasn’t necessary in S1, so why add it now???

The training arc gave us a full flashback to Melodias’ past w/ losing Liza, which was nice (and sad ;~; )

plus the vs. 10 Commandments fight actually showed Melodias full-on dying? That doesn’t happen much

it was a brutal death too! Hard to watch ;~;

plus they even changed the OP animation to reflect that he died… now that’s commitment

of course he came back later on, but there’s a catch… (since he loses some emotions every time)

There were some good fights, mostly during the “tournament” arc

(especially Melodias vs. all commandments… a sakuga highlight for sure)

The finale had a good stopping point, but it definitely makes clear that the story’s not over

so yeah, unlike season 1, this season *needs* a season 3 to be worth the watch

So yeah, there were some good moments & fights this season, but as a whole, it’s weaker than S1

Shokugeki no Souma S3 (Part 2) - 8.5 / 10 (B+)

I enjoyed this season! Continuing on the darker tone that the first half of S3 set up

This plot line of Central taking over the school is still my favorite plot point thus far, tbh

in other words, shit is finally going down!

…even if many of Central are just mustache-twirling villains :’D

Erina’s gotten great development from this arc too…! She’s not just a typical stuck-up tsundere anymore

her backstory is definitely a harsh one. It was great seeing her gain the courage to stick up to dad!

We also learned more about Souma’s dad! :O

Especially about how he was seen as feared, and the pressure of success got to him :’(

along with how this backstory tied into Asami’s motivations as well

Most of the season was kinda a gauntlet of opponents for the “resistance” to face off against

seeing Akira turn evil (for a bit) was interesting, but it’s a good thing he turned good again~

we oddly haven’t seen a lot of the Elite Ten in cooking action yet???

The final part of the season started off the big Team Shokugeki! …but it only got through the first round

the stakes are definitely high for this one, and also seems like the big conflict of this arc for sure

it’s just, y’know… the season ending in the middle is not a good look, really

at least the ending wasn’t abrupt; it was open-ended but still had a sense of conclusion

All in all, a good second half of season 3 (with some of my favorite plot content thus far!). Keep it up!

[msdarkshadow666]

#ThankYouTaker

(I'm sorry, this got really long. :‘D)

You know, I recently started watching some wrestling stuff on Youtube again. I'm not watching WWE every week anymore, but I also can't get over wrestling. I always end up watching WWE stuff again. Mostly because of one reason and that reason is the Undertaker. When I hear about an Undertaker comeback, I'm like “HOLY SHIT!! Hello, it's me. I'm gonna watch again“. I just can't help it!

I still remember my father buying that WWE Game for the PS2. I watched him and my brother play it and thought “What the hell is that? That's dumb“. Then I saw the entrance of the Undertaker and everthing changed. I mean, wow, seeing it in the game amazed me already, but the real thing is even better. After seeing that entrance, I gave the game and the actual show a try and guess what? I fell in love. All thanks to the Undertaker and his mesmerizing presence during his entrance. I began watching the show weekly and immediately started liking so many other wrestlers like HBK, Triple H, Edge, Chris Jericho, The Rock and many more. Of course, Undertaker always remained my favorite, because without him I probably wouldn't have given this a chance at all. In my country soccer is the most important sport. I was never a big sports fan, but then Wrestling came into my life. It was funny seeing everyone either watching soccer, any other ball sport or having no interest in sport at all and then there was me, happily watching WWE. Oh yes, good times and I guess I have to thank the Undertaker for it.

That alone is not the only thing I am thankful for. There was a time in my life, where it was really hard for me to keep going. No one around me noticed how bad I felt and I wasn't the person to actually reach out and ask for help. I thought “No, you don't want to be that annoying person“, which is bullshit! There are always people who care and people, who are more than willingly to help. I know this now, but back then I felt alone and sometimes I thought to myself “Why am I still doing this? There is no reason to all of this anymore“. Sometimes I wanted to end it, just wanted to let go and not feel anything anymore, but I didn't! I know a lot of people probably won't understand this. Some might even think I'm crazy, but the reason for that was Wrestling and Taker of course. Watching Wrestling was like dipping into a different world. Away from the pain and everything that went wrong in my life at that time. It made me happy and actually forget about reality for a few hours. You could say it was my „safe place“. I can‘t really explain it, but just seeing Taker doing his thing, never losing his way or giving up, no matter the injuries or loses, it just made me realize a few things and it gave me strength.

I can still recall the day in school, when we talked about childhood heroes for once and most of my classmates were naming characters from comics, cartoons or other children shows and I just kept quiet, because my hero was and always will be The Undertaker. My notepads for school were always full with drawings of the Undertaker signs and quotes. I probably still have some of them lying around. I got so many confused looks when some people saw that. I sometimes even got questioned “Who is that Undertaker guy?“. So funny, when you think about it now. I mean, who doesn‘t know the Undertaker?? But yeah, not a lot of people in my town watched wrestling (at least it felt like it). Like I said, soccer is THE big thing here.

For me it’s always going to be wrestling. No other sport is able to entertain me like that and make me feel a certain way. I still remember the day the streak got broken. I mean, how can you forget something like that? It felt like some part of my childhood died right there with it. I had to got to school that day and oh well…my friends noticed something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell them, because I would have started crying right then and there. I really wanted to prevent that. So I just kept quiet. Still think it’s one of the worst decisions ever made, but Taker and Vince probably made that decision together and I respect that more than anything. Furthermore, yes the streak was amazing and I still hope they don’t make him lose a third time at Wrestlemania, but hey, the legacy of the Undertaker is so much more than just the streak. Even without the streak he is still the best wrestler in this god damn business. Yes, that’s my opinion. It’s totally fine, if yours is different!

I really can’t put into words how much it sucks seeing your favorites grow old and knowing they’re going to have to retire eventually. It sucks how fast time goes by. That’s why I’m so glad that Taker is still showing up sometimes. Yes, the Cena match at Wrestlemania was short, but I liked it. Taker looked better compared to the last years and for a man at his age he was in quite a good shape. I was so happy to see him again. It’s funny, when he is not around I’m always like “Yeah, that’s fine. He has been around for so many year. I don’t want him to put his health even more on the line. He deserves the rest“. But then when he makes a comeback, I’m marking out like a 10 year old child and that’s probably never gonna change. I’m always gonna turn into that excited child again, when it comes to the Undertaker. Just hearing that first gong sound is enough to send shivers down my spine and make me excited for whats to come. It never fails to give me goosebumps.

Soo, I don‘t really know why I am writing this right now or why I feel the need to publish it here, where other people can read it. I guess, I just have to get this off my chest. I never really talked about this to anyone, because I had the fear that they would just look at me, shake their head and think I‘m crazy or something. I might be, I don‘t know, but what I know is that the Undertaker and wrestling stopped me from maybe doing a terrible mistake. It made me realize that you should never judge others depending on the stuff they watch and enjoy. Seriously, never laugh or insult someone, because they like something you don‘t. That just makes you an asshole! Think about it that way; It might be the only thing that‘s making them happy at the moment. You don‘t want to be the one person to take that away from them. We all have different tastes and we all enjoy or watch different stuff and that is OK. As long as that makes you happy go and do/watch that stuff. But never and I mean NEVER be that person to take someone‘s love for something they enjoy away by laughing, insulting or even beating them for doing so. You don‘t have to like it, but at least accept other people‘s opinions, that‘s the least that you can do. Show some respect for other people!

Oh yeah, when talking about respect I have to get back to the Undertaker, because I have to get something out. Never been the person to spread this around, because it‘s a personal thing, but I might never get the chance to thank him personally, therefore I‘m gonna say it right here, right now: THANK YOU TAKER! Thank you for everything! Thank you for being there for all these years. Thank you for still showing up sometimes, even thought you don‘t have to. Thank you for putting your health, your life on the line every time you go out there! And most importantly, thank YOU for saving my life…

I know he is probably never gonna read this, but that doesn‘t matter! That‘s okay. I just had to get this out and somehow I feel better now. I‘m never going to forget this and I‘ll probably never stop being a fan. I still have all my Taker posters up in my room, despite me not really watching WWE regularly anymore. Oh god, I‘m hearing the voice of my grandma in my head right now saying “Kid, take these posters off. They are horrible. A girl shouldn‘t have posters like that on her wall.“ I mean, excuse me? She probably doesn‘t know any better, but that man helped me withstand difficult times more than she ever did, but that‘s a different story.

Well, I guess I made my point clear and wow, this has gotten really long. I originally just wanted to write how thankful I am and all of that. I thought in the end this would maybe be a few words long, but damn, I was wrong. I hope I didn‘t fuck up too bad, if I did, it’s late, I’m tired and I should probably apologize for my english. I‘m not gonna bother you much longer and if you read this whole thing. My respect to you and thank you! I‘m just gonna leave one more picture here, which I “edited“ back in 2011. It sums all of this up quite well:

[greetingsfromeboncreek]

In my defense, I was literally asked.

So, I have actually been asked about my LGBTQ+ headcanons for Suppression. I shall now recite from my massive, ancient textb- ok no, I’m kidding, Iggy was my most detailed one, but here’s some others I’ve been kicking around under the cut:

So first and foremost, I want to be clear: There doesn’t have to be a REASON to make someone gay or transgender of asexual or whatever. There is no reason for these things in real life after all, people just are. You can be a rocket scientist or a wrestler or a pigeon breeder and just happen to be someone who was assigned a different gender at birth as well. It happens. That’s not to say that there isn’t a culture and some common trends that go along with it, but the point I’m trying to make is that just because I’m noting my favorite characters to think these sorts of things about here, you could literally make ANYONE LGBT. There’s no checkboxes you have to tick before you get your lesbian license.

...but if there was, Sam would have like 3 of them.

ANYWAY so yeah that’s the first one: 1. Everyone is gay and transgender. All of them. All at the same time. Figure it out.

Also, even if any of these WERE canon, I wouldn’t expect it to come up very often either? Suppression is a very action based comic, I don’t think there’s a lot of downtime for characters to be like “ANYWAY, I’m going on a date with ANOTHER GUY this Wednesday because that’s HOW I ROLL.” Because that would be. Weird. Still, sometimes an offhand mention can go a long way.

To organize this a little bit better though, I’m going to split it into “Characters who I think could or should be X, Y, and/or Z” and “Characters where I wouldn’t do that unless a lot of effort was put into pulling it off well.” Personal dos and don’ts, pretty much.

For characters who I think are or could be LGBT, well, like I said, it’s fun to imagine just about anyone, and I think making a character some type of LGBT can add a really fun element to someone that ordinarily would be a little bit boring. In this case though, I’m expressing only my thoughts on the ones that either have some sort of written element that could be taken as supporting my headcanon, or ones where I think it would play well with their pre-established traits and desires. So, without further ado:

1. Samantha Wight is a lesbian, in both continuities but ESPECIALLY the reboot, god. I think this one is most obvious when you compare the version of her that existed in the preboot timeline in comparison to the reboot. And for that, I’ve got to talk about the Wights a bit, or at least as how they were in the preboot. 

They come off to me as… well, deeply repressed, unhappy, and (let’s be honest, most likely) very conservative people. They all want something out of life and want to be proud of themselves and their family, but are so deadlocked in trying to “maintain the family tradition and honor” and whatnot that they end up dragging each other back down into that depressive pit. There’s plenty of examples of this; Alaster is very proud of being a Wight and their traditions of burning and pillaging, but hates what his family has become and how they treat each other. He tries very hard to be a good role model for his younger relatives even though he’s unable to get out from under his father’s thumb himself. Meredith is incredibly enthusiastic (and gifted!) about her family’s magic traditions and history but is constantly facing snotty, belittling remarks about how airheaded she is from Samantha. In addition, it’s clear her dad and uncle don’t understand her in the slightest, let alone have a shred of respect for her (or if they do, it's for her use as a resource or tool and not as a person with her own merits). Jericho thinks the Wights are already great, but is increasingly frustrated with the fact that his beliefs mean absolutely nothing in the wider world and he doesn’t actually have the power to do anything about it. Heck, even Arthur had a line that implied a LOT about how he and Max were raised- how he didn’t really want to be a necromancer, but picked it so he could “get out of what Dad had (Max) doing”. It gives off the impression that no matter how powerful a Wight you are, your life gets set in stone at birth and you aren’t changing it, no matter how hard you try, and those traditional roles are HARSH. I wouldn’t be surprised if Alaster wasn’t the only Wight that got quietly offed when they stepped out of line, that’s for sure. 

Needless to say, I would imagine it would be pretty much impossible to come out as anything in that sort of environment… provided that you managed to get out enough to learn about that stuff to start with. And Sam definitely appears to be one of the worst victims of this. She died really young. While Meredith and Alaster might have gotten to go to a public school or at least hit the mall every once in a while, she probably spent every second since the day she died locked up in the mansion because… well, zombies aren’t supposed to exist. Unable to go anywhere, do anything of value, make any friends… it’s really no wonder her nihilism cranked up to 11 in just a decade or so. Not to mention (especially in comparison to the reboot), there’s no way she can buy her own clothes, so she’s literally just a Wight themed dress up doll. She has the Wight family logos literally all over her- bones in her dress, the skull on her head and shoes, a Wight crest on her necklace, most of them oversized for her stature. Literally weighing her down in a poofy dress that makes her look adorable instead of practical. Heck, she’s even drawn in a way depicts how she’s had her agency removed. She’s a Wight, so she definitely HAS the sharp pointy teeth, and yet unlike everyone else in her family you barely ever see them. (If at all- I’m pretty sure you don’t, but I’m not going to go through every page she appears to check.) She’s literally defanged and weighed down by family expectations. It’s no wonder she lashes out at Meredith, who is capable of actually expressing herself to a degree. 

(Also, a smaller side headcanon- I’ve noticed that while the red eyed fangy icon is the Wight family crest, those simplified skulls on Samantha and Meredith’s heads appear a lot as well. I like to think that those were the family crest of Nora’s now extinct bloodline from when she married into the Adigard family. Even though they aren’t the official Wight crest, they’re now considered a sort of secondary crest that’s still carried around out of respect to the maternal lineage, which is why you see it more prominently on the women of the family as well. Is there any textual support for this? No, none, but it’s still fun to think about.)

SO YEAH, Sam in the reboot, wow. Goes by a (notably more gender neutral) nickname instead of the longer and more formal “Samantha”, with her clothing following. Jeans and a t-shirt. Square glasses. Very short hair. The family symbols are now not dragging her down, but smaller accents that she wears to go with her outfit instead of defining it. She’s finally free! She has a job she likes. She takes pride in her skills. She has a favorite sandwich spot and a college education and friends. ...And like, maybe a girlfriend? It would be nice. This is admittedly because her style of hair and dress is… well. Kinda butch. But like I’ve mentioned before, physical appearance is one of the last indicators I like to go for with this. Instead, I prefer to look at it in terms of her personality- outside of the deathgrip of outdated family tradition, Sam can afford to be herself more, and yeah, maybe that involves dating folks with the same gender and wearing blue jeans. This is also kinda supported to a degree by how her siblings haven’t changed that much since the old timeline. Merry’s outfit is pretty much the exact same. Jericho doesn’t have the biohazard suit, but his new outfit still kinda evokes it in the hat, long coat, and boots. He still seems to prefer the same styles, at least. Alaster is pretty different, but that’s more because he’s wearing a uniform more than anything, and with the bandages it’s clear he’s still putting his own personal spin on it. Sam is COMPLETELY different, and it’s a change for the better and happier. So yeah. It would be really fitting if part of that new access to personal freedom was in getting to explore her sexuality as well, and eventually settling down into being a lesbian. It would be a happy ending to Samantha’s story, even Sam’s is only getting started.

2. Arrie is bisexual! What? Who do you think it is that Sam’s dating? But yeah, I ship them pretty hard. Like Sam, Arrie has some pretty big personality differences between her preboot self and current self, Parrios vs. Tinderbolt. Old Arrie seemed to be well versed in politics, able to negotiate and take charge easily even if she was a bit overly formal and her interpersonal skills weren’t QUITE up to snuff. That’s not to say that she couldn’t have been bi, but I also didn’t read her as vibing with anyone all that well. 

Not to turn this into a massive shipping discussion (as that’s not really the topic I’m trying to cover here), but I saw her most interesting potential romantic foils as Trevor and Sally… but neither of them were very likely in practice. She and Trevor were good friends but the last time they spoke in the comic he stuck his own foot in his mouth with her and they never got the opportunity to work things out after that (and even then, there was no sort of… spark implying that they would make each other better as a couple. Seriously, just friends.), which leaves that ship on a particularly sour note. And while she and Sally were FANTASTIC counterparts to each other (rough and tumble demon girl and overly formal and technical elf princess? Sally getting her to slowly loosen up and have fun with it a bit while also reminding her how much her one liners suck? Arrie coming to impress her and earn her respect with fancy spellwork? Hell yeah.), but they only spent maybe an hour tops with each other and didn’t have any opportunity for deeper conversation. Also, that would mean that Sally and Bael wouldn’t be a thing and I refuse to break that couple up.

But Arrie in the reboot? Oh man. Her social awkwardness and getting stuck on details have really been dialed up now that she’s essentially been raised in a classroom and in private study instead of being trained as a politician and dignitary.  She’s no longer a princess, but a magic computer programmer. She’s anxious, stubborn, and definitely has a lot of room to grow. But, that’s where Sam comes in. They’ve known each other since they were little- they definitely know each other’s baggage and have accepted it. They know each other’s hopes and dreams. They spend a ton of time with each other. And yeah, they bring out the best in each other. Sam gets Arrie to leave her room once in a while, and Arrie’s attention to detail means she no doubt always listens to Sam complain long after anyone else would have tuned it out. And yes, you could easily interpret this as mere best friend territory, but wouldn’t it be interesting if it was something more? After all, Sam is really touchy-feely with Arrie even though she’s normally standoffish. She drapes herself all over Arrie in the early pages of the comic, and Arrie barely blinks. Sam threatens to drag her and Arrie is suddenly done with her work, but they’re both smiling about it. Similarly, when Arrie finally pries Sam off of her with magic, Sam just lets Arrie toss her around midair even though they both know she could use it offensively (which Arrie does when tussling with Sally later.). But they both know Arrie would never do that- they trust each other implicitly. Again, could just be friendship, but it’s not difficult to read into it and see a bit more intimacy than that. Additionally, it would really be neat to see them together just from an angle of “Their families used to be bitter enemies, but… well, not for these two, I guess.”

Also, it’s really funny to imagine a copy of that first scene but Sam’s in fancy clothing trying to drag Arrie to their anniversary dinner. For god’s sake Arrie, you’re already in the dress. The runes look FINE. You’re going to miss your reservation, get UP.

(And on another headcanon side-note- If I was going to cosplay as anyone in the comic, it would 100% be Arrie, if just because I have blonde hair and blue eyes and none of her outfits look too crazy to sew and it's not that hard to find elf ears online. With current circumstances though, I don’t think I’ll be doing anything like that any time soon.)

3. Charlie is agender or genderfluid, at least in the preboot timeline. This is less “it just feels right” and more “this is probably the inevitable conclusion of having hundreds of souls with conflicting gender identities stuffed into one body.” He is made up of boys, girls, and people who never got to have enough of a personal identity to make a decision about that sort of thing. Just a big bag of angry ghosts. Considering what happens in the approximate… like… what, six to nine months or so? That he gets to exist, I don’t think he really thought about what gender he was all that hard and probably only went with “he” because that’s what everyone who met him assumed he was. Which, let’s be honest, he’s canonically very emaciated, has long, probably matted hair, and probably has heavily stunted growth due to his upbringing- I think it would actually be pretty hard to figure him out on first glance. I’ve just noticed that people tend to default to “this is a dude” if they don’t know right away. If he had time to think about it though, I think he either a. Honestly would not give a crap, or b. Would just switch his pronouns around depending on how he was feeling that day. Heck, while “Charles” is definitely a guy’s name, I’ve definitely seen “Charlie” used for both. So he wouldn’t even have to change anything there. Still, if you asked him what he identifies as, his answer would probably something like “An Avatar Of Vengeance”, which, while accurate, isn’t the answer most people are looking for. (He knows this. He does it on purpose.) That being said though, I still have no clue what reboot Charlie’s deal is or how many souls he’s got stuffed up in there, but hey! Like I said, anyone can be anything so who’s to say Charlie ISN’T still genderfluid in the current timeline? Could have just been a “dude” day when we met him the first time around.

4. Junior is genderfluid! Or, well, would have been in the future. This just feels like a logical progression of the worldview Junior had going. He seemed very into transhumanism and just changing yourself to who you want to be instead of sitting there and waiting for it. I certainly can’t imagine him going “Hm yes. I have all these options, but I think I’m just going to stick with being a Regular Dude until the day I die.” when he was so gung-ho about getting his hands chopped off and replaced with giant claws. Therefore I could see a “I think, therefore I am.” sort of philosophy with regards to his gender developing as he gets older. “I think I want to be a girl today, so I am a girl! That’s all there is to it!” Unfortunately, considering he was being raised to be a weapon (or at least a lab rat) of some sort, I don’t know how much his identity would be respected, but I’d imagine there’s at least one or two people in his life that would nod and swap over to what he was feeling that day. 

5. Lexi as a nonbinary woman. To explain a little bit, most people who imagine nonbinary genders for the first time think of gender as a slider with “dude” on the left side and “lady” on the right side with nonbinary genders somewhere in the middle. And for some people, that’s how they feel… but for others, its not that simple, with their gender being somewhere “off the grid” so to speak, or aligning themselves with one gender but… not.. QUITE all the way with it, or picking and choosing the parts of it they like, etc. So a girl or a guy, but… a nonbinary girl or guy. I could see Lexi as this, using she/her pronouns or they/them pronouns, just kind of being blase about it. 

I talked about the Wight’s general culture a little bit and how it came off to me, but not Thal’nasia’s. To put it simply, I don’t think Thal’nasia is NEARLY as bad as the Wights, but I do think it has its own troubles. Between Trevor’s comments about how the humans shouldn’t trust anyone (which is probably in reference to the politicians, but it also implies a “the walls have ears” sort of vibe for the kingdom in general) and the fact that the elves are several years behind human culture in general, I could imagine being different in this way wouldn’t be… necessarily frowned upon, but there would certainly be a lot of gossip. Not to mention, it’s not like anyone who lives there can just move away if coming out doesn’t go so well. So I’d imagine things would be a little awkward for anyone who’s off the beaten track in terms of gender identity or sexuality, getting a lot of gritted teeth smiles and hesitant “Uh-huhs”. And then getting a lot of whispers and giggles as soon as their back is turned.

With that in mind, I think Lexi would have some trouble getting people to take her seriously, but in some ways I think this meshes well with what we saw of her in the preboot setting. She’s already a pretty counterculture person, working in a store that explicitly sells things that are edgy or in poor taste. And she’s already used to secluding herself to a degree, considering that she had been able to hide her plague markings for a while by the time we saw her for the first time. So for people she doesn’t know too well, I could see her introducing her gender in a half-joking manner similar to how she runs her shop in general, and gauging their reaction to see if they’re cool about it or not, at which point she’d either double down on the edgy performance or relax a bit.

6. Cerene is polyamorous! This one’s mostly for fun, and mostly because it was implied that Cerene had to pick either Morris or Charlie, and… why not both? Neither Morris nor Charlie seemed to dislike each other, and neither seem like the jealous type. Morris is super chill and reasonable, and as I already mentioned up in #3 I really don’t think Charlie’s the kind to care about traditional relationships. And who’s to say they wouldn’t like each other as well? Not to mention Cerene’s certainly capable of splitting her attention and dedicating the time needed to maintain a relationship that’s… bigger than most peoples’. I’m just saying, if anyone could make a polycule work, it’s probably Cerene with her insane networking skills. Bael’s downplaying her skills by just assuming she sleeps around a lot. Oh no- she’s asking multiple people about their day, keeping notes of their personal preferences and wants for birthday gift reasons, and plotting out multiple sweet date ideas to take place simultaneously. She has this shit ORGANIZED. There is a day planner. Also she gets to bang a lot but that’s, like, secondary.

7. James Narron is gay? Perhaps? Granted we only barely know him, but still. He seems like a nice guy with a tendency to scoop up and mentor outcast children. Perhaps due to a history of being a bit of an outcast himself? Not enough to damage his career- he’s still head of the scholar’s society after all- but something that makes him feel a little different in the crowd. I just think it would be neat!

8. Mara is a trans girl. This one’s a bit harder to explain, and considering I have no idea how she’s translated over to the reboot timeline (if at all, seeing as the circumstances of her backstory and personality have been completely erased.) Buuut I think this meshes well with her once you take into account her various motivations. She’s determined to be taken seriously. People try to brush her off due to being very young and not mentally fit for the position due to the whole “child soldier” thing. So she’s used to people not taking her seriously at best and at worst finding the fact that she’s in her hard-earned position at all to be disgusting. Not to mention that folks don’t exactly trust the red army to start with. This… surprisingly parallels a lot of what transwomen have to go through, both being taken seriously as real women and as not being seen as a “threat”. This is probably even harder for younger trans girls who no doubt constantly get the “Okay, but can you really be SURE at your age?” treatment. 

You could also link this, surprisingly, into her hairstyle. Mara has boxy cut bangs in the front, but has a long twist braid in the back, far longer than most other characters in the comic. You could argue its a sense of personal style, but there’s a reason people in the military cut their hair so short (and even women in the military keep theirs in tight buns.). So you could handwave it as “it helps differentiate the character and looks like a vine, which is her whole shtick.”, which is a completely valid reading! But it’s known that a lot of trans women grow their hair out as a point of pride in transitioning, and its heartbreaking if they have to get it cut off again. So while it might be more convenient and strategic for Mara to cut her hair, she could also have a very good reason for keeping it as long as possible,

9. Dr. Grenner is bisexual. Or just questioning? Something like that? This has zero textual support and is just kind of fun to think about in terms of the personal conflict it would bring up for him. First and foremost- not everyone figures out that they’re LGBT right away. It’s not a “kids these days” sort of thing, anyone can learn something new about themselves at any time. It would be nice to see a character that has this experience, just for fun and interest! That being said, Grenner as we know him would be an interesting choice for this, considering that until very recently in the preboot’s storyline, he was likely happily married to a woman. (I mean. Iggy had to come from SOMEWHERE, and I doubt he was plucked out of a cabbage patch.) And it ended… badly. 

As a result, I could see him being really conflicted due to his grief and the fact that he’s now single for the first time in decades. And, well. Santris is the only guy who really seems to stop and have any in depth conversations with him who isn’t a coworker or a patient. (Also, he’s kinda pretty. And Grenner finds that he can’t really stop looking at his eyes? That’s. Weird. Hm.) This leads into mental conflict between “It’s fine! Plenty of people figure this out at your age, and let’s be honest, there WERE some signs for it back when you were in college.” and “This isn’t anything, you’re still heavily grieving and you have a monster living in the back of your head and you’re heavily projecting onto the one person that actually treats you like a person. Get ahold of yourself.” Which one is it? Well, that’s what storytelling is for, you figure it out. But I could easily imagine himself just sitting there and psychoanalyzing himself endlessly to try and keep the issue at arms length, treating himself like a patient to avoid having to confront the emotional reality of his grief, guilt, and weird crush.

Not sure how Santris would feel about all of this because who even knows what that guy thinks, but I’m pretty sure he would definitely notice. And maybe milk it just a little bit so he doesn’t have to stretch and grab things on tall shelves anymore. Or pull out his own chair. Or make his own coffee. It’s a nice change of pace.

Is this piling too much on poor Grenner when he’s already such a guilt driven person? Yeah, probably. But what is fiction but a chance to torment fictional people with weird crises about their sexuality.

10. The old Wights? Are probably a lot of things? I’m not necessarily referring to the old Wights we’ve seen already, just the culture and atmosphere for the old clan in general. I definitely noticed how the old Wights and Adigards definitely don’t have the same culture as the new ones. There’s no need to prove themselves to be great- they ARE the greatness that the modern Wights are trying to live up to. So there’s not as much of an issue with trying to “fit in”. They’re the ones setting the standard to start with. Not to mention the old Wights are so far modified from their original human bodies already, does it really matter what they identify as after a certain point? That guy has 50 arms with flesh ripping claws and you’re saying he’s not a guy because there’s also a set of boobs involved? How do you know he didn’t put those on himself anyway? Let’s be honest, most people are going to refer to you as “OH GOD, WHY WON’T IT DIE!” anyway. Might as well call yourself whatever you want.

There’s also at least a little bit of historical support to this as well. The old Wights are vikings, or at least rather viking-inspired. In comparison to a lot of peoples that were living at the same time, vikings were surprisingly chill? It’s pretty well known that viking women could own property and demand divorces, etc. Who’s to say the Adigard family couldn’t take that an extra step further? 

And then there’s the characters I WOULDN’T make a particular thing, whether it REALLY doesn’t make sense for them story-wise, or would just be stumbling into a bad stereotype for a particular group. I don’t think it’s impossible, but you’d definitely need to have more members OF that group in the story to make it clear that that’s just what that particular CHARACTER is like, and not an assumption of what that group of PEOPLE is like.

1. It could look bad if Sally was a transwoman. Don’t get me wrong- I love Sally a LOT. Like, SO much. Her personality is so much fun and I just love big, kinda dumb brawler characters. She has interesting twists to her personality (like how she loves being strong and having cool powers but is also aware that she didn’t use to be quite this aggressive and violent and finds it difficult to know where the line is and know when to stop.) and makes an excellent foil to the characters that have a tendency to ramble on. But… let’s be honest, having the explicitly beefy, aggressive female character be the only transgender woman would be a really bad look. Trans women are very frequently under a large amount of scrutiny for how they present themselves, and overly muscled and aggressive individuals are one of the negative stereotypes for that group. Does that mean I think Sally is a bad character? No, absolutely not! I’m aware she has depth, and for a cisgender woman I think her power set is a breath of fresh air. God knows I’d love to have the ability to throw someone across a city block when a guy’s been following me for a little too long when I’m walking home at 2 am. But I do think that, in the absence of other trans women, making her transgender would be choice made in poor taste as it hews too close to stereotypes that have been made to insult and belittle these women.

2. Max and Arthur as… well, anything. This is in regards to the preboot setting. We have known Arthur for literally one page in the reboot and he’s already clearly pretty different from the old version of him so I’m withholding all judgement there. Still, this one’s a little harder to explain. 

Don’t get me wrong, I love the idea of a young Maxwell feeling absolutely nothing for all of the girls dragged in front of him as potential suitors and eventually picking one for no reason other than “Dad liked her”. Max assuming its normal to feel this way because being asexual isn’t an option when it’s your literal job to carry on the family bloodline. I like the idea of Arthur waking up from an accidental nap in front of the TV to find that it’s moved on to some sort of documentary about trans women and how relieved they felt to be able to reflect on the outside how they felt on the inside and sits there watching it blithely for a little bit too long before he identifies that feeling in his chest as something close to pain and scrambles for the remote a little too fast while grumbling something about kids these days ruining their bodies for shits and giggles. (Hey remember how I mentioned that those skull motifs are usually only worn by girls? I say usually because Arthur is the only dude who wears them. Funny, that.)

It could definitely be interesting to interpret them as something else, but… I think it would have to be in an AU or timeline just to the left where they’re. Mmmmore tolerable as people. Look let’s be honest, in the original Suppression timeline, Max and Arthur are some of the biggest… well, evil people we see. The younger Wights have their sympathetic traits (or are just hilariously outmatched such that they aren’t really a threat. Sorry Jericho.). Grenner wasn’t even trying to be a villain. Kolt is creepy as hell and I try to forget he exists. William… isn’t really traditionally sapient, it’s hard to hate an evil Siri. We don’t know much about Santris, and we were really only getting started on Maggie and Bartleby. But Max and Arthur kill innocent people, kill their kids, kill each other because they’re canonically selfish, miserable people. If you wanted to redeem either, they’d have to be… well, not those people. So like I said, you’d need a different version of canon.

This is because, well. While I’m sure there are evil people that are… let’s pick one and say gay. 1. Gay-coding villains is a well known negative stereotype. And 2. Saying that people who are against LGBT rights in real life are totally just repressed gay people is both harmful and… idk, annoying. For point one, there’s plenty of villains where they’re presented with traits associated with LGBT individuals. Think how Ursula in The Little Mermaid was based on a drag queen, Scar in The Lion King is a sort of effeminate gay stereotype, Raoul Silva in Skyfall and his… weird homoeroticism. Don’t ask me why those were the first three examples that came to mind. In and of itself, this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Everyone loves Disney villains, they’re the most fun characters! But in settings where they’re the ONLY characters that are LGBT, it suddenly creates the stereotype that… all LGBT people are inherently evil, deviant, or corrupt in some way. Which is a nasty thing to say. For a lot of the other villains, it could be fun! But these two are just so unavoidably (if amusingly) awful that it feels… weird to pin this stuff on them.

Which leads me into the second point. It’s fun to poke fun at say… a pastor saying all gay people are going to hell by going “Man, he has sure been talking about gay guys and their gay sex for a really long time huh? Makes you wonder, huh?” Because unfortunately at the end of the day… statistically, they aren’t. They just want to hurt those people (or “help” them in their own minds but again, let’s be real here.) And even if they ARE, they’re doing so much damage that it’s hard to feel sorry for them. It feels similar to my own experiences where I’d be bullied by a guy at school and the adults around me would be like “Oh don’t worry, he just has a crush on you!” Great! Awesome! That helps me out a LOT and makes me feel so much better. Really unrips up the homework he stole from me. That’s definitely a behavior we should be encouraging in guys too. Just fantastic. Yeah, I don’t think that mindset really helps anyone, and frankly feels like it would be a shallow addition to these guys.

And let’s be honest, with these two it feels like part of the fun that they’re so irredeemably awful because when they lose it feels just that much better. It was so, SO funny watching Max get squished by a demon falling several stories, or watching Sally deck Arthur in the face and Arrie blind him temporarily. It was fitting watching Arthur drink Max’s phylactery, wrapping up both of their character arcs as selfish people who inevitably only had each other but couldn’t even trust each other- and shouldn’t have. And then Sin Arthur got thrown around like a ragdoll by King Law like five minutes later. It was GREAT. If it turns out that deep down they felt differently but didn’t feel like they could say or do anything about it, it would make them more sympathetic and thus make me feel… well, worse about watching them get beat down on. Which would inevitably make those moments I mentioned fall a little flat. 

So, uhm. Yeah. I think that’s everything? Just about everything? Holy crap, I was NOT expecting to write this much. Maybe a few notes for each character, but nothing huge. And it did get huge, that’s. That’s a LOT of words. I’d apologize, but I’m not THAT sorry about it- it was really nice to get the opportunity to put to words some of the feelings I’ve been having on this stuff for a while.