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captainrexisboo · 4 years

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In A Single Night

Here it is, my lads and ladies and lovers. Only six hours after posting the promo lmao. Sitting at 1685 words, this is the first chapter to my WereRex AU (accidentally prompted by this ask), as well as my first installation of my Monster!Clones series (because apparently I have no self control).

This specific AU takes place during some vague historical time period, outside the Star Wars universe. More supernatural and magic than sci-fi. It is a romance! But, I don’t think it’ll be explicit. There will be very loose reminiscing of lovemaking, but no detail will be shared (yet- I mean c’mon, it’s me).

In this chapter, there will be warnings such as: body horror (not gore tho), the act of pinning, An Anxiety Attack, and An Actual Attack (again, no gore), and ANGST

Tag list will be in the replies, let me know if you would like to be added! Thank you all for your support, and as always any comments are welcome!!! Happy reading!!!

Edit: link to pt2

“Rex!”

Your whispered shout cut sharply through the still night air, not daring to be any louder. You’re not sure what you were afraid of, there was nothing in the woods to fear- except for the reason you were there to begin with. The pressure of the task at hand made your head swim, and the anxiety from terror made your hands shake, thinking of what you witnessed, your grandmother’s age-old guidance, and Cody’s blessing, it all came crashing down onto you in frantic waves.

You forced down a breath, the air scratching down your dried throat. Eyes frantic, you glanced in every direction, praying you found him before he found you. Your grip tightened on the rim of the helmet- of his helmet- and you stared into the blue jaig eyes that graced the front of the dome. It was the only bit of armor you brought with you, the most familiar to use, the only other clothes being his nightwear. The entire armored set and flowing blue mantle that he wore about the castle would’ve been too much to carry, too heavy. You needed to be able to move quickly, which was already proving difficult in the dense underbrush of the overgrown forest that he had escaped into, the leaves and low branches making your trek much noisier than you would have preferred. Dried twigs snapped under your boots, and every rustle from a night critter or chirps from various insects made you spin around with shoulders raised, terrified but ready to commit to the mission at hand- bring Captain Rex home.

You couldn’t believe it when only hours ago you witnessed the esteemed Captain fall into a frantic heap into the grass, a terrible aching cry ripping from his throat at the edge of town, the giant archway of the tall brick barrier that surrounded the village framing his crumpled body. He had been waiting for you, he had asked to meet under the light of the moon tonight while he was on break from patrol, just outside the town gates. You were about to run to the aid of your lover when something cold ran down your spine. An instinct to stop, stay out of sight- you’re unsure if it was the force of the raw wail or the way he seemed to be moving under his jacket...as if the muscles formed underneath his skin were realigning, morphing, writhing...growing.

You stood back, frozen, breathless. You couldn’t tear your widening eyes away. Especially when you saw the thick fabric of his pristine white coat begin to tear and rip, partially from the swelling of his form, but also shredding from the clawing of his shaking hands, as if the material were burning him and he needed it off as soon as possible. Underneath, instead of the tanned expanse of scarred skin you thought you knew so well, was a coating of shining blond hair, almost a soft golden in the glinting moonlight. His screaming had subsided, but you could still hear his rough, ragged, deep breathing, even from how far away you were. His grunting and groaning were painful, you could tell his throat was already scarring from the harmful strain of voice, and yet he still found it in himself to howl into the night sky, throwing his head back in a gruesome, bitter ballad to the full moon above you. As the furious sound waned from him, you could see his form slacken in relief. His breathing was heavy, laced with an outraged growling. He moved from being lurched over on his knees to gaining onto his haunches. Where you thought he would be shaky, you noticed him channeling whatever was left of himself into standing up with his signature battle-ready grace.

He stood tall, like usual...but with an extra two feet added to his height. The blond coating of, not hair, but thick, coarse fur, extended over his limbs, bristling in the cool of the night. His form not only stood taller, but also gave him a wider stance, even with hunched shoulders he was hulking, skin nearly ripping at the sudden growth. He rolled his neck and shoulders back, the sudden crack of settling bones finally bringing your lungs back to life as you took a gasping breath, a single stumbling step backwards- you were too loud. He whipped his head around to face you with a wild snarl, bounding to you, covering nearly two hundred meters in a matter of seconds. You shrieked, falling back onto the uneven cobblestone as he was suddenly on top of you, caging you beneath him in his new massive form, your heart hammering as whimpers stuttered past your quivering lips, his hot breath washing over your face, claws cracking into the hard rock next to your cheeks, threatening to cut at your hair.

His plush, bow-shaped lips curled over to showcase protruding fangs, mere inches away from your face as you flattened yourself against the cold hard ground, practically trying to will yourself beneath the surface before the unthinkable could happen. His face kept most of his shape, nose a little longer, a little pointed upwards, and jaw widened as if to take mauling bites out of anything- no, out of anyone. His normally cleanly shaven face was covered in the same fur as the rest of him, except for where his brows had been. The fur there was almost forming something like a dark mask, making a T-shape over his eyes and nose. All of this you could take in stride as he sniffed over you, you could stand any of this transformation as he kept you trapped below him, but it was his eyes that had you quaking.

His kind, honeyed stare, the irises that held such adoration and desire for you as you whispered promises of love and devotion to each other behind dark corners and between soft bed sheets- that was gone. No trace of your dearest paramour to be found. Instead it was a fiery golden gaze, a purely carnal type of hunger, and for what you couldn’t be sure. His pupils had shrunk into pinpoints, surveying you like a piece of meat, like a meal. He opened his mouth with a throaty growl, baring his teeth to you even more, craning down to your neck with thick saliva dripping from his maw. As his teeth skimmed over your flesh, just before they could pierce through, is when you finally found your voice, previously dammed from terror, choking out a broken, “Rex, please…”

He paused at his name. Holding over you, as still as the hanging moon, upright ear twitching in response to your begging. Your breath shakes in anticipation, tremors running through your otherwise petrified body. He rears his head back harshly, suddenly, letting out a grim bark, and you screw your eyes shut tight to brace for the searing pain of your ripping flesh...that never comes. After a thick moment of watching the synapses of nerves spark behind your eyelids, you blink them open, slowly shifting up onto trembling elbows just in time to see him disappear into the shadows of the trees.

You’re terrified.

You want to cry.

You don’t understand what’s happening, so you stay lying on the ground, curling in on yourself as you silently sob out his name. You roll to your side, letting fat tears stream down your face, throwing your hand over your mouth as you push out heaving breaths, seeing the sharply pierced stone next to your head, splintering cracks coming from each hole at the force with which they were made. You laid there for what felt like hours, alone, shaking, small under the laughing moon. Emotion wracked through you, storming through your mind and body until you were left rasping for precious oxygen, completely emptied of your tears, the streaks having marked their pathway down your cheeks and neck to under the collar of your shirt.

Something whispers at the back of your mind as you’re coming down from your rush, a suddenly clear vision of your childhood, your grandmother telling you stories of shapeshifting beasts. Simultaneously man and monster, both in body and soul. You had asked her before she tucked you into bed once, while you were throwing on the covers and trying to blink away fatigue to finish the tall tale, “Is there any way to change them back? Aren’t they still human under their fur?”

She looked wistful then, staring out the window of your bedside, looking up into the moon. A sensitive shine came across her gaze, delicately reflecting the candlelight as she spoke so quietly you had to strain to hear her, even in the hush of your bedroom.

“If there’s someone who loves the beast enough, despite knowing their cursed form, underneath the light of the stars they can present the fanged horror with clothes-”

“Clothes? Grandmere, that doesn’t sound very-”

“Very what? Extravagant? Magical?” she chuckled, a little broken, wiping away sitting tears on her lashes, “Child, love is the most magical thing in the world. If it’s love in the purest form, telling the beast to come home, it will leave it’s brutish whims behind and dutifully follow it’s love back to the safety of a warm bed.”

She touched the garish scar you knew hid under her blouse, drawing in a sharp, shaking breath as her fingers traced the marred pink flesh of her shoulder, “If it’s not true… they’ll leave you. They’ll lose their last bit of humanity in that moment. Make you wish you had spared the energy you’d used to find them to begin with.”

You crash back into reality, her warning sitting heavy in your mind. You finally sat up, still in the middle of the empty road, surrounded by the dark windows of closed shops showing you your ragged reflection. You dusted off, getting onto wobbling legs before stalking off towards the castle. More specifically, the soldiers’ dormitory.

If the memory held any truth, then you didn’t have much time. You had to find his brother.

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soundwavefucker69 · 4 years

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Baby Tal'ika: Mace takes one look at this kid and kisses any peace goodbye

ohohohohoho let’s have some fun with this. I think it’s gonna be long, so I’m putting in a break

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It took a grand total of three seconds for Mace to come to the conclusion that this was his future padawan, and another three seconds for him to come to the conclusion that he was never going to know another moment’s peace in his entire life. Really, it wasn’t hard. The tiny initiate was somewhere between adorable, achingly sad, angry, lonely, scared, and something else Mace had rarely, if ever, seen on a child their age: resigned.

They were resigned, and he could see it in their eyes.

They were also like a dying star in the Force, and already knew how to trick the perceptions of sentients to pass unnoticed and unseen, which brought him to the question of why someone had taught them that at an age when that was the last thing you wanted a youngling who was not supposed to go missing to know.

Mace felt a lot of things when he looked down at one Tal’ika Fox-Kenobi, and not all of them were positive, but they were all very, very sure. Confident. Aching, in their own way.

And the child just looked at him, set their stubborn jaw, and flopped down on the grass of the Room of One Thousand Fountains before reaching up with one tan hand to grasp his own.

“I want to meditate,” they announced, and Mace felt something in his heart ache, because what child their age wanted to meditate?

“Alright,” he agreed, and sat down with them. “But can we speak first?”

They were old, but they had also been raised by a Jedi. And apparently a whole cluster of clones, but that was neither here nor there. So, realistically, they were a youngling, and didn’t need to be initiated into the Jedi, but they also needed to be verified. For a lot of reasons. The way Qui-Gon had brought Anakin into the temple had been a hot mess, ignoring a variety of regulations that were in place to protect a prospective initiate, spouting off about prophecies and things that a child shouldn’t have to worry about, but Anakin had been a lot of things. And Tal’ika had been a lot of things, too. He wasn’t going to do this in the council chambers, which were big and terrifying for someone so young. No, the fountains were a far safer place, far more secure and less scary.

“Yes,” Tal’ika replied, but they hadn’t let go of his hand. Raised by clones, indeed. They were probably used to contact, and constant contact, at that.

“Alright,” he said slowly, and let his big hand lay out on his knee so they could trace over the lines in his palm and pick at his calluses. “You can’t answer wrong, so just be honest with me, and I will be honest with you. Is that fair?”

Tal’ika paused, tilting their head in consideration as they looked for loopholes in that statement, before they nodded, firm and sure.

“Yes. That’s fair,” they decided, firmly, with confidence that made his heart sing. This was a child that was young, and well adjusted, and well loved, for all the turmoil he sensed in them.

“Thank you,” he said seriously, because he always made a habit to thank young ones. “Can I ask you about where you’re from?”

“A ship,” they replied. “The last one blew up, so Cody called help, so we’ve been on the Havoc Marauder.”

Okay, that was concerning. Mace knew that name. No wonder Tal’ika already bit three people. He couldn’t even blame them.

“Not on a star destroyer?” He hedged out, and they scrunched up their nose as they turned his hand over to trace the curves of his fingers.

“Why would I be on a star destroyer? Plo saved me from the Empire, why would I be back with them?”

The what now?

“Why did he save you?” He asked, and they looked up at him like he was stupid.

“Because they killed people like me,” they replied, like it was obvious. “They killed you.”

“I see,” he said seriously, as something uncomfortable settled in his gut. “How did they manage that?”

“You tried to arrest the Emperor, and then he killed the whole council and the Order and threw you out a window,” they replied and frowned. “You don’t take care of your cuticles, Master Windu. That’s not healthy. Plo makes a good cream for cuticles.”

“I’ll be sure to ask him for it,” Mace promised, because Plo did make good cuticle cream, and was constantly harassing Mace in that polite way about how he kept leaving his cuticles cracked and bleeding, and that was a bit easier to focus on than the whole Order being killed. “How long ago was that?”

“Uh... thirteen years? I think? I wasn’t born yet. There’s chips in my bavodu’e’s heads, and they had to kill you. Plo likes to kidnap them so he can take them out. He even taught me how! It’s fun. Better than staying on the ship, anyways,” they responded and rubbed at his cuticles with a little furrow in their brow. “Your cuticles are a mess.”

“My apologies. I’ve been too busy to take care of my cuticles,” Mace said, because they were really liking to circle back to the cuticles. Chips? What on earth? “Tell me about how you’ve been living.”

“We have to travel around a lot, on account of me and the bavodu’e being Impir-icle property that stole ourselves,” Tal’ika responded and shifted their little fingers to start pushing back the offending cuticles. “And Plo is supposed to be dead, so they’re pretty mad about that. He’s very proud that he keeps making them mad. He won’t say it, of course, but he’s very proud.”

“Who do you live with?” Mace prompted, and Tal’ika sneezed. He didn’t even flinch at the flying bits of snot that splattered his hand. They had at least tried to do it into their arm, and they wiped his skin off with their sleeve before going right back to getting his cuticles presentable.

“Uh... Right now, we have Plo, Wolffe, Sinker, Cody, Rex, and we just kidnapped Gregor. Oh! And the Bad Batch. Echo is teaching me how to slice, and Hunter gave me a knife, and Crosshair taught me how to make a headshot. Cody was upset about that. Actually, Cody is upset about everything everyone is doing, because the Bad Batch are ‘gremlins’ and are making me ‘too feral and competentent’. Neyo just left, to join the Rebellion, and he took Thire with him, because Thire keeps getting sad about me, and Neyo didn’t want him to be alone. I think I made him sad, too. But they might be sad because Bly just marched on. He didn’t do well when we took the chip out and got sick. I mean, not sick like when I get a tummy ache, but sick like he didn’t want to get out of bed and just stared at the wall all day. He wasn’t doing well, and then he was gone, and Neyo was trying to take care of him, but Rex said sometimes other people aren’t enough to make you better.”

Mace knew Commander Bly, and the casual hints being dropped that Tal’ika didn’t fully understand was making his stomach sink in his gut. Empire, Order dead, chips that made the clones kill their Jedi, Plo kidnapping clones to take the chips out... It painted a morbid picture for Bly, and a morbid one for Aayla, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to confront the picture in the presence of a child.

“Sometimes people aren’t enough,” he agreed, as careful as he could manage, and Tal’ika looked at him with the big amber eyes he’d seen a million times.

“Is that why Plo is sad?”

“... Yes. That’s why Plo is sad,” because even now Plo was sad, and Mace hated to see it. He couldn’t imagine how Plo would be in the aftermath of a very morbid future Tal’ika was painting. “Can you tell me how Plo is teaching you?”

“Everyone teaches me,” Tal’ika replied dismissively, and went back to pushing back his cuticles. “But Plo and I do meditation in the morning. And before bed. It’s a little hard, with how everyone is sleeping on top of each other right now. Not much room. Lots of people. I have to share a bed with Echo and Tech, cause we’re the smallest. We do a lot of exercises, and he teaches me things.”

“Like how you hide,” Mace supplied, and they nodded firmly.

“Yeah. And the Code, but they also teach me the Resol’nare. Plo lets them, though, so long as I understand how to follow the Code.”

It would seem that in the aftermath of devastation, what few clones left were clinging to the Mandalorian diaspora. He didn’t know how to feel about that. Did that make Tal’ika the second Mandalorian Jedi in history? Force, that was going to be a headache when they got older.

“And your regular studies?”

“Uh...” Color rose in their cheeks. “Leia says they are ‘un-or-tho-dox, but Tech says they’re re-le-vant.”

In hindsight, he shouldn’t have expected much from a half feral Jedi youngling raised by some of the most unorthodox clones he had ever heard of. Cody was wonderful, but he had met Captain Rex, and he knew for a fact their educational modules had to be a hot mess. And then Plo had gone and tossed them in with the damned Bad Batch. Granted, it sounded like he was desperate, given the previous ship blowing up, but the very thought of Tech getting his hands on a hyper intelligent Force sensitive child’s educational requirements was headache inducing.

Yes, the Temple was going to be better for them. Much better for them.

“Can we meditate now?” Tal’ika asked, their voice barely pitching into a whine, and Mace decided he’d grilled them enough. The picture they painted was a bleak future, where the survivors fought for what little happiness a hard galaxy could afford them. And, well, he still had to accept them into the temple, and he had to actually examine their Force core in order to do that.

He knew they would pass, of course, just as sure as he knew they would be his. It was a quiet, uncomfortable confidence in his gut that he hadn’t felt since he first laid eyes on Depa, but this was going to be his padawan, Obi-Wan and Plo be damned.

“Yes. Of course. May I--- Oh.”

Tal’ika had simply climbed to their feet and plopped right between his crossed legs. Right. Raised by clones. Of course Plo would indulge their tactile nature in meditation, and of course they were still young enough to get away with it.

Tal’ika’s spine straightened, and then they breathed out, their eyes slipping shut as they crossed their legs to balance on his calves. Mace just came to the conclusion that this child was forceful, possibly a little too forceful, but there was little harm in it. They evidently had a good head on their shoulders, and far be it from Mace to ever tell a little one no. So, he just balanced his hands on his knees and relaxed into a meditation with their warm back pressed up against his chest.

“Do you need me to walk you through it?” He asked, and they firmly shook their head no.

“No. Plo says it’s time for me to start doing it on my own,” they replied firmly, and Mace’s lips twitched in a smile. Of course they were going to be advanced. This was a Kenobi child.

“Alright. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

They were so firm, so sure of themselves. He didn’t think they’d ever heard a disparaging word from someone in their life, and he was quietly glad for it. There was nothing that gave him greater hope than a young child who knew exactly who they were and what they wanted, a child who had never once been given room to doubt themselves and their needs, who expressed things firmly and aggressively without a hint of shame. It was a good thing.

Slipping into meditation was as easy as breathing. Their little back pressed against his chest, and he followed each breath as they sunk into the Force together, their Force signatures tangling together as they steadily dropped their shields to share with him. Mace let them drift, cataloguing and categorizing the conflicting emotions that had risen up within himself and setting them aside. Anger was there, and pain, and confusion, and fear. How could he not be afraid? They had essentially spoken of genocides, of the clones and the Jedi, and this was his home. His family. He was the Grand Master of the Order, and he had evidently failed it in their time.

He would have to do better.

Tal’ika was still at an age where they needed a little help, and Mace set to the task with an age-old comfort as he helped them identify the emotions in their body that was too damn small for the burning Force presence that engulfed them. They were angry, and they were terrified, despite the cool exterior. They had communicated as much as they could, but someone, namely Plo, had evidently taught them extensively about when words weren’t enough, the Force would suffice. No wonder they had been so demanding about meditation. The fear of all the changes and confusion was a roiling core, and Mace nudged along at their shields, coaxing them into letting them down so he could help.

They did, easily, with only the trust of a child, and Mace hummed as he reached out to touch that fear and press forward with comfort and reassurance. Letting go wasn’t enough, sometimes. It took awhile to learn, and they were far too young to have it mastered. Being validated was important, too, and he made sure to acknowledge the fear and uncertainty overtaking them. It was only natural.

Inch by inch, they let go of the fear, and he buffeted them with warmth and acceptance as they did. The trust of a child was always an overwhelming sort of thing, and he couldn’t help but wish he could spend more time with younglings. It was a lot easier, even with time-traveling post-apocalypse younglings. Adults got wrapped up in their emotions and consumed by them. Younglings, though, did a lot better with letting comfort be comfort and fear be fear and anger be anger. They didn’t mix things up, took anger for safety and fear for a shield.

After helping them detach from their fear and pain and loneliness, which they let go with surprising swiftness, he spent a little time nudging along their shields and examining who the Force was telling him they were. Tal’ika Fox, the child of Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard, was a lot more than their lineage. Sifting around, he could see that they were kind, at their core, not at all like their father, who Mace knew never hesitated to cut someone down if they stood in the way of justice. No, this was someone who would hesitate, and at any given opportunity. However, interspersed with that kindness and desire to help was an unsteady nature. No, even unstable, which could be attributed to the cloning techniques used to make them. Or perhaps they had been engineered to be more aggressive and unbalanced. He wouldn’t put it past the Kaminoans. Plo had been apparently doing his damned best to prove the difference in nature versus nurture, though, given how Tal’ika had just demanded meditation when they felt like they couldn’t keep it together for much longer. As they got older, they might need real medication to help balance them out, but for now they could do their best to balance them out in the temple and their upbringing.

Compassion was there, too. Boundless compassion, and forgiveness, which was going to be a given, given their Plo’s apparent proclivities for kidnapping and yanking control chips out of clones’ heads. They’d probably been shot at a fair number of the clones they’d saved, and probably had been scared by a good amount of them, but here they were. All of the tenants of the Order so entrenched in their being.

Yes. They would be fine for the Jedi.

It was almost nice, sitting in the grass with them on his lap, taking this meditation so seriously, serious as a heart attack. He could feel their single minded focus, and it brought a sense of fondness to the whole ordeal. He needed to do this more often, probably after he solved the problems presented by their little time traveling initiate. He almost lost track of time, just letting the Force flow around them as he let his mind drift, emotions rising up and being set to the side, correcting nudges given whenever their attention began to focus. In fact, he did lose track of time, right up until the moment someone cleared their throat behind him. He hadn’t even felt Ponds come up, more focused on fixing Tal’ika’s posture.

“Commander,” he said as he opened his eyes. Tal’ika let out a quiet noise of frustration at the interruption, and he patted them on their shoulder.

“You told me to collect you for the briefing, sir,” Ponds said, and Mace ignored the mild amusement radiating off the man at the sight of his general with a mini Obi-Wan in his lap.

“Well, we’ll have to drop Initiate Tal’ika off at their creche, first,” he replied as Tal’ika climbed to their feet and straightened their robes, which they seemed to be deeply displeased to be wearing.

“I can take myself,” Tal’ika declared, and Mace cringed at the thought.

“The last time you ‘took yourself’ to the creche, you ended up in the restricted section of the Archives with a lightsaber that did not belong to you,” he replied, and Tal’ika paused.

“Well, if you don’t want your weapons to go missing, you shouldn’t leave them laying around just anywhere,” they sniffed. “Cody told me Obi-Wan was always leaving his saber everywhere, so I was really doing a good deed. For Cody.”

Ponds was physically restraining himself from laughing, and Mace was just infinitely glad he had no bad habits, because he wasn’t sure he’d survive the humiliation of Tal’ika helpfully correcting his.

“I’m not sure Obi-Wan would agree with you, Tal’ika,” he said gravely, and Tal’ika crinkled up their nose.

“That’s because he doesn’t know what’s good for him, Master Windu.”

“Sir, you are going to miss the briefing,” Ponds cautioned, and Mace leaned over to pick Tal’ika up and set them on his hip.

“I’m the Grand Master of the Jedi Order. They can wait,” he replied, and Tal’ika snorted.

“That’s abuse of power,” they said, very seriously, like they had heard it many, many times before.

“We all have our vices, Initiate Tal’ika,” Mace replied, just as seriously, and Tal’ika took his face in two very small hands to turn it to them so they could look him directly in the eye.

“I don’t.”

Ah, yes. Their apprenticeship was going to be a nightmare. Mace couldn’t wait.

#realityhoudini #shrooms is writing #rex fox comes running #mace windu #listen Tal'ika would objectively be the PERFECT apprentice for him #especially temple raised Tal #this is turning into its own fic and I don't regret anything #tiny!tal'ika

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majorshiraharu · 4 years

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Waxer x Reader (Female) Smut

NSFW

PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU’RE UNDER 18

Since our boy Waxer doesn’t seem to get enough action enjoy some Waxer x Female Reader Smut.

This is my first time writing smut like this, hope you enjoy, feel free to send requests. Y/N = Your Name --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clone Trooper Waxer x Reader (female) smut, NSFW, you have been warned!

Warnings: Swearing Explicit sex Oral ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You, Waxer, Boil, Wooley, and Crys were standing around a holotable working on battle plans in preparation for the Second Battle of Geonosis which was to take place in just a few days. You were all waiting for Commander Cody and General Kenobi's arrival so you could get started with the briefing, first would be a briefing among the 212th and then was a scheduled briefing with the other Legion's participating in the combined assault, tho who knows if Skywalker will be late again since he's always off somewhere causing trouble for his old Master, that's probably why Kenobi is delayed.

After a few minutes, they finally come into the command center,

Cody: "Alright boys we're finally here let's not waste time or we'll be late for the scheduled briefing."

Y/N: "I'm guessing we can thank General Skywalker for the delay, again..." Kenobi: "Yes...again.."

As the briefing starts you can't help but notice Waxer trying his best (but failing) to not let you notice him eyeing you, if you hadn't been staring at him this whole time you probably wouldn't even notice, but without the cover of his helmet, the darting of his eyes is now noticeable to you. He makes sure to pretend to be looking at the information on the holotable, adjusting his stance as tho he was actually paying attention to what was being displayed. You can't help but let a small blush come over your cheeks as both your eyes meet unexpectedly, he quickly looks away before his face has a chance to blush. He can't let his brothers see him randomly blush during a meeting, especially when he's standing across from the most beautiful lady in the galaxy.

He didn't always have these feelings for you, but over many months and too many missions, both of you risking your lives for each other without a second thought, he couldn't help but start falling for you. At first, he didn't understand these feelings, thinking about you when he was alone in the shower grabbing himself, wishing it was your body grabbing him, just being near you made him want to grab you and pull you into the nearest room to fuck you till you screamed his name, but he knows he can't have these thoughts, these feelings. He tries hiding it, suppress it, but somehow it only makes it worse, every time you walk by him, your smile, your smell, your laugh and just the way you look at him makes him forget everything else, except you, all he can think about is you. He wants you, he needs you, and most of all he wants to make you happy, he wants to be yours and only yours.

Even though you're stuck on the other side of holotable from Waxer you start devising a sneaky plan to get closer to him, to touch him. As the briefing for the 212th wraps up and Commander Cody sends the request for the main briefing, you try to get closer to Waxer by quietly walking around the other troopers, until the call gets accepted and everyone else is put through on the holo. You're forced to stop dead in your tracks, stuck just out of reach of Waxer, you were standing right next to Boil, great, you thought, hoping he wouldn't notice your obvious thirst for his brother. You know you couldn't get between him and Waxer they always stood together at briefings and anyone who tried to stand between them would get instant death stares, especially if they were a shiny. So the new plan was to somehow get around to the other side, to Waxer's left, Wooley was standing far enough away that you could take up a spot right next to Waxer, close enough to do anything without anyone seeing.

As you're called on to give off some information in the briefing you manage to move to that empty spot next to Waxer, your excuse was a position on the map you needed to point out, though you could have just pulled up an arrow on the holopad, no one seemed to notice this though. After you finished what you were talking about General Skywalker was up next to discuss the placement of his troops.

You took the opportunity to move slowly closer to Waxer, his eyes watching you as you move, you reach your hand under the table, making sure no one is looking in this direction, Waxer's gaze now occupied by a blinking point on the screen everyone was pointing too, so you take your chance, reaching your hand over to his thigh, putting your hand between the armor plates of his leg and codpiece, suddenly he stands straight up, letting out a small hitched breath, not losing his focus on the holomap. You start moving your hand in circles going up and down the free part between his armor plates, his hips moving slightly with every stroke.

Taking a risky chance you slide your hand between his blacks and codpiece, causing his stomach to tighten and his chest to move out some, his stiff posture slouching some as he moves his hips into your open hand. There isn't much room between his armor and his blacks but you try your best to hand his hardening cock, causing him to bite his lip and claw his fingers into the holotable. There are only a few minutes left on the briefing, Waxer hardening more with every passing second. You wish you could just take him right here, right now, you know he wants you and you want him.

His calm composer and mask slowly breaking with each stroke, at this rate he'll be a mess before the meeting is over, so reluctantly you pull your hand out making him let out a slow sigh. Suddenly you feel his hand on your leg, guessing the adrenaline gave him a confidence boost as he slowly started moving his hand up your skirt earning a small whine from you as your legs trembled at his touch. He expertly slides his fingers into your panties to start massaging your clit, causing your legs to tremble more and your breathing to become erratic. Then he stops, moving his fingers into you, first one, then two, you grab onto the table with both your arms leaning forward as though to pretend you were actually still paying any attention to the briefing. At that moment he starts moving his fingers up and down making your stomach tighten and swirl with excitement, you are both looking dead ahead at the holomap as he finger fucks you, making you dig your fingers harder into the table each time he pushes his fingers in.

The briefing is wrapping up causing Waxer to unexpectedly pull his fingers out of you, to stand at attention before the transmissions were all cut off, leaving you wet, empty and wanting more. Once people started clearing the room it was just you, Waxer, oh and Boil, how could you separate these two so you could finally give Waxer the fucking he deserved?! Luckily for you Cody and Crys come to the rescue, they need Boil's help on decoding something, Waxer declining his brothers offer to join, saying he was exhausted from the long day and was gonna get something to eat before heading to the refresher, Boil accepted Waxer's excuses and headed off with the rest.

Now finally you two were alone, hungry for his body you grab his arm shocking him, you cautiously drag him out of the command center and towards your quarters."Where are we going Y/N" Waxer asked you with an innocent look on his face, "My quarters, you wanted to get something to eat, right?" you say with a dirty smirk on your face, causing him to turn red like the markings on the Coruscant guards' armor. The second you unlock your door and get inside his hands are on you, he reaches one hand out to lock the door, making sure no one will accidentally come in. He starts pulling at your clothes desperate to get them off you, meanwhile, you're trying to figure out how to unclip his armor with your shaking hands. Both of you forgetting that you have two functioning mouths you could be using in the meantime since you both weren't having much luck getting each others armor and clothes off, you both decide to just strip yourselves.

You having a lot less to take off are instantly naked, as he's still unclipping the last of his armor. You starting grabbing at his blacks desperate to finally get them off, seeing his hard length through his pants makes you wet in excitement. As you pull his shirt off and marvel at the look of his body, you can't help but run your hands through every bit of muscle on his chest, you get closer, chests almost touching, you look up at him as he moves his hands around you, one hugging your waist pulling you close to him and the other reaching up to cup your face in his hand. Slowly he goes in for a kiss, stopping right in front of your mouth, lips brushing against each other, honestly, this is just about the hottest thing ever, making you melt into his arms as you lean your head back moving your lips against his. "I....I....." Waxer stutters against your lips, unable to control his voice, you reach your hands up his chest grabbing around his neck and head finally pulling his mouth against yours, "Uhmmmm..." Waxer lets out a delighted groan as you push your tongue slowly into his mouth going deeper with every tilt of your head, his tongue joining yours as you both groan into each others mouths, grinding your bodies together in the process. You both pull away to catch your breaths, "Kriff Y/N" he says before abruptly grabbing and pushing you against the nearest wall kissing you down your neck and shoulder before sliding his tongue all the way back up to your mouth, earning a delighted groan out of you, before he starts to kiss you passionately, reaching his tongue further into your mouth with every go. His hands start sliding down you as he continues to kiss you, grabbing both your hips and then lifting you up pushing his body against yours while holding you in his arms, you instinctively wrap both your legs around his waist pulling yourself close to him while now more aggressively pushing your tongue down his throat causing his fingers to gently dig into your waist and hip. You can feel his hard cock rubbing under you, begging to be let free, so you start pushing them down using your feet. "Let me get that," he says releasing the kiss and moving his one hand away from your waist to pull down his pants, finally freeing his length, "Are you sure we should do this Y/N, it's against regulations" looking up at you with saddened eyes, "Waxer, just fuck me already," you say slightly out of breath, but immediately going in for another kiss, he's reluctant at first, pulling away to say something, but your lips are on his quickly, causing him to forget regulations and whatever excuses he was trying to come up with to pretend like he tried to avoid this.

His body moves, allowing you some more room as he slides you down slightly, positioning his length, you move your legs pulling him in close as he suddenly thrusts into you, "Uhhhh WAXER" you scream his name in pleasure causing him to smile, moving to kiss your neck as he pushes deeper into you allowing you to moan, scream and breath freely. He thrusts hard slamming you against the wall and causing you to once again scream his name out, after a few more thrusts he's now fully inside you.

Staying like this for a few moments as he kisses and licks your neck. Then he pulls you away from the wall, holding you up, still staying inside you, he moves over to your bed, getting on it with both his knees, before bending down and placing you on the mattress, you release your legs from him allowing them to fall to sides of him, he slowly moves down pushing his chest into yours, sliding his hands and down your body. Still kissing your neck, but slowly moving down your chest. He pulls out of you causing you to whimper, wanting him back inside you, you tilt your head up trying to find out why he stopped, "Close your eye Y/N..... just feel...", you're surprised by his command, but comply, closing your eyes and tilting your head back again, his hands sliding over your hips before stopping. Suddenly you feel something, you moan as he moves his tongue up your clit before delicately pushing it inside you "Kriff, Waxer, that feels...." your brain cuts you off as you feel him deeper in you, tongue fucking you, it feels so good, he feels so good.

Can't say you thought you two would end up like this, you laying here having him eat you out, you know you made that joke earlier, but never did you think he'd actually do it, but my force are you glad he did. His tongue moving expertly inside you starts to push you to the breaking point as you whimper his name "Waxer... I'mmm...close.. uhhhhh...kriff Waxer...." your able to mumble out as you hit your peak and your body releases your orgasm. He pulls his mouth away as you look down at him, locking eyes, seeing him smile as he laps you up, feeling proud of himself for making you cum for him. He moves up and over you, not breaking eye contact, then he’s kissing you, tasting yourself inside his mouth. "Y/N you taste so good" lifting his hand up to cup your face - your breathing and shaking calming down as you just look into his eyes. All of a sudden your body moves on its own, recovered from your orgasm you flip him over onto his back using your legs and most of your strength, "Y/N?" he lets out breathlessly as you straddle him, grabbing his still hard length in your hand. Pumping it slowly spreading the wetness with your fingers as you position yourself above it, sinking down and impaling yourself of him as he says your name, taking your hips in his hand and moving his hips to match your rhythm, you continue to ride him like this till he pushes himself up, chest breathing heavily, he slides one arm up your back while still holding your hip with the other, moving his lips closer to yours, while his eyes flutter open and shut, "Y/N, I....I..love you" he says between your grinding "I love you too Waxer" you say before he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, now thrusting his hips against yours causing you to bounce up slightly with each thrust he gives getting more erratic, his kissing getting more sloppy as he's trying to catch the breaths he's losing from getting closer to his peak "Y/N" he screams as he finally releases himself, feeling the warmth spread inside you as you mumble out his name. You pull yourself off him, falling down onto the bed beside him as he also collapses trying to catch his breath, "Didn't know I could wear you out so easily, thought you were supposed to have higher endurance" you say teasing him as you get up and walk towards the refresher hearing him let out a small laugh while getting off the bed. Suddenly you feel his hands on you as he grabs you from behind pushing you against the shower door, "You want endurance" he says with a smirk on his face as he pulls you into the shower, turning it on before he starts kissing you again, "I'll show you endurance" he says breaking the kiss before spending the next good while shower fucking you as revenge for your joke, kriff was it the best revenge you ever felt.

----------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed this little smut fic XD -I also hope this is acceptable for Tumblr not that they delete it lol

#smut #the clone wars smut #clone trooper smut #waxer x reader #clone trooper waxer x reader #waxer x reader smut #clone trooper waxer x reader smut #clone wars smut #majorshiraharu

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matiastm · 4 years

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hi ho, i’m ac. she/her, gmt+1 and 23. i bring you my son matias. he’s an onion, lots of layers. i love him tho, i basically just use him for every rp lmao so if you’ve seen him around ??? well

❛ ✶ ( CODY CHRISTIAN , CIS MALE , HE/HIM ) . who the hell is blasting BAD INTENTIONS by ALEXANDER OSCAR at one in the morning ? nevermind , that’s just MATIAS BORGES from 1106 . apparently , they are a TWENTY-THREE year old SOCCER PLAYER from PROVINCETOWN , MASSACHUSETTS , and they’ve been living at the complex for 1 YEAR . i heard they can be a bit JUDGMENTAL , but they make up for it by being so CHARISMATIC — which makes sense , considering that they are a ARIES ! when i think of them , i imagine GYM BAG THROWN RIGHT AT THE DOOR, DOG TOYS LAYING AROUND TO TRIP OVER & A BLACK AND WHITE ASSORTMENT OF SNEAKERS . and of course , don’t forget to follow them at ( @MATIASBORGES ) ! ooc . ac , 23 , gmt+1 , she/her .

first of all, here’s his pinterest !

BACKGROUND:

okay so, matias grew up in provincetown,massachusetts, i know wtf. it was very idyllic, and both his parents were quite happy with the outdoors, with a love for sailing and soccer, and his mom loved gardening, which they had plenty opportunity to do there.

his dad is like aby rosen, real estate tycoon and entrepreneur, owns a lot of prestigious buildings around the world. his mom is a retired supermodel and is basically like chrissy teigen at this point, socialite making cookbooks and fucking dishing out life advice on twitter and what not.

he has a younger sister, whomst he’d 100% throw hands for. even if all she does is probably roast his ass, it is what he deserves. she’s way smarter than him but then again, it’s not that hard.

so although he did live in provincetown and there were plenty fancy private schools in boston and what not, his parents had a designated fancy private/boarding school in new york. so he moved to new york for high school.

matias was always an immense soccer talent and all he dreamed of while growing up was to one day play for the big european teams, like barcelona, manchester, bayern munchen and what not. i wouldn’t say soccer was/is his life, but like it kinda is. it takes up a lot of his time and thoughts. if he’s not playing soccer he’s probably out for a run or in the gym.

so he graduated with a degree in sports management from ucla, cause if his career as a soccer player falls through. especially since he’s had injuries before and knows that certain injuries are career ending and he wants to do something within the sport even when he can’t plau. his dad has always lowkey wanted for him to take over the company but has also never outright not supported matias’ soccer dreams.

currently he’s playing soccer for the new york red bulls, which is a pretty sick deal and he’s just out here vibing to be honest.

PERSONALITY:

so matias is like a walking contradiction. on the outside he’s very grumpy and gives off a very snobby vibe, like he’s too good for you and like talking to you is a waste of time.

i’d say he’s an introverted mind stuck in an extroverted body. he like can’t help but socialize and talk to everyone but it’s not that he really wants to, in reality he’d rather just be left alone or with the few select he doesn’t mind having around. but has this energy that makes people think the opposite and also quite often is found smiling or cracking jokes lol. is rarely ever serious.

generally dislikes people, like immediately he’ll find something to dislike about someone, maybe he’ll be forced to realize it’s bullshit or maybe he’ll find even more to dislike, but he approaches anyone and anything with some level of dislike.

most of the negative shit stems from high school and realizing how shitty people actually are? like don’t get me wrong, he was like the golden boy and he loves attention pls, but high school was definitely where he started to like realize how fake all these rich people are, and like developed this facade to play along with them. definitely changed a lot in high school, least on the outside.

he’s very much a mama’s boy. full of energy and curiosity. honestly, quite caring when it comes down to it, even if he doesn’t actually give a shit, he will try and cheer up a stranger and make sure someone is okay, even if he miserably fails, he will try. very observational??? will notice even the slightest change in people, not always he acts on it or acts the right way on it tho, but yeah.

honestly, probably falls in love like five time a day and then the next day he’s over it. but when he falls he falls, like flat on his face.

he’s very straight forward, also very good at covering insults and shit up with jokes. if he doesn’t like you though, you’ll know, he wont try to hide that.

he’s mostly down to earth though, appreciates a good party and hanging with the boys getting some beer. enjoys giving out shitty advice, don’t ever listen to him he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, talks just because he can.

is honestly pretty flirty but it’s rarely on purpose, if he actually likes you he probably doesn’t know what to say and he’ll easily just wrap around your finger. boi where’s your backbone...

HEADCANONS/TIDBITS:

doesn’t have any sense of time, if you wanna invite him to something, do invite him an hour early and he might make it on time, that is unless he got a better offer.

soccer wise he’s centre midfielder.

although his family is pretty known in the socialite and business world matias has managed to stay out of the news except for one time when he was vacaying in the hamptons with some friends and they accidentally sped across fragile dunes and the protected nesting area of the piping plover, on ATV’s. it is basically the most powerful resident in the hamptons and it’s a bird. anyway he was taken to court but since they hadn’t found evidence of the bird on their ATV’s they weren’t charged with anything.

drives an audi rs7 sportsback in red because he’s just such an audi driver like….do i even have to explain?? such an audi driver.

very important! he has a son, called thor, he’s a one year old belgian malinois and he’s everything. the apple of his eye. definitely spends more time on his dog than any actual person. click here for thor.

in this universe he’s taller than cody actually is, ‘cause he’s a midget, so you know, here he’s a nice height akgha. like 6ft or something

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

ex(es) honestly give me all of it, the boy is stupit so that alone is enough of a reason to break it off. nah but honestly, it could’ve been one that stung a bit ‘cause if he really does invest in someone he’s actually not a terrible boyfriend. but yeah some relationships that didn’t end well, or some that did perhaps, idk. i’m here for it all.

hook-ups, because that’s fun and we all gotta hoe it out sometimes.

some sort of friends to lovers??? will they wont they???

his sisteeeer *eyes*

teammates?

rivals? enemies? just a general dislike i imagine, matias can be rather hard to work with and be around because he’s annoying tbh so yeah.

i’m gonna add a tag for wanted connections at one point fo sure.

#astoria.intro #me reusing intros? more likely than you thinl #think*

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usermischief · 5 years

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Hope you don't mind the ask, but how would you see a steo All American inspired au playing out?

Oh, I don’t mind you asking at all! I love questions like yours! It’s so much fun answering them.

On another note, I hope you don’t mind a long answer because my thoughts tend to get away from me and I start rambling. Also, a short reply would probably be totally weird for me at this point.

Okay, so, let’s roll.

Since you said All American inspired, I have a lot I can work with but I’ll stay relatively close to the storyline. Meaning, Cody will stay Asher just that he’ll be called Theo from now own.

He’s a football talent, kind of an asshole, knows how to use his charm to manipulate people into doing his bidding – aside from Jordan, who has him figured out. The two of them became friends shortly after Theo arrived in Beverly Hills when he was ten. The unfortunate death of his sister Tara was the reason the Raekens left Beacon Hills. This time, Theo stays human tho (and he didn’t kill his sister). No nasty Dread Doctors. Instead, he suffers parents whose marriage is hanging by a thread. They fight constantly. Sometimes they don’t talk for days on end. They’ve never been particularly well-equipped for being parents in the first place, however, Tara’s death multiplied that. They’re successful somethings – politicians, lawyers, doctors, whatever (I don’t think it’s too important. I also can’t remember what Asher’s father job was, goddamnit), something that requires them to be away from home a lot but brings in a lot of money. So, Theo grows up privileged but unloved. The only thing he has going for him is his talent as a receiver. And his father expects results – even more after they lose most of their money because of a scandal, operation gone-wrong, something (again, my brain fails to cooperate. I can’t remember what happened for the life of me). Mama Raeken ditches her men in the middle of the night. Theo knows she has been seeing someone else for a while. He hates her for leaving. And he hates his father for being a stupid idiot who lets himself be treated like that.

Then again, loves a joke anyway. The only reason he still dates Layla is to prove something. Himself, the world, his father. But they’re long past their expiration date – and Theo is pretty sure she knows that as well. Neither of them does anything about it, though. They become a routine, but they don’t cheat. Never. Not once.

Until Theo does.

Enter Stiles.

After the showdown with the nogitsune, his father decides it is time for them to leave Beacon Hills. He will not see his son get hurt anymore. A well-meant decision that drops Stiles into a giant hole. He doesn’t know anyone in Beverly Hills. The students at school are entitled shitheads, and his father works a lot hoping to get elected as sheriff in their new hometown. Stiles is a loner. His ADHD, nightmares, paranoia, and the distance to his friends don’t do anything to help him find his footing. Trying to feel better, Stiles fucks a lot around with his medication until he gets hooked on actual drugs. That’s when he meets Olivia. They hang out, and it’s her who drags him to that one fateful party and (re)introduces him to Theo. They don’t hit it off too well at first, but when the night moves on, Stiles spots Theo wallowing in his own despair alone at a table in the back. And he knows that expression. Even on drugs, he senses the blackness swallowing Theo whole. So, he walks over and they talk a bit. It’s passive-aggressive at first, then Olivia comes back, sits on Stiles’ lap and talks about his obscene mouth and oral fixation. She tells Theo that Stiles constantly needs to have something in his mouth.

Theo knows she’s right, and when Olivia kisses Stiles right in front of him, Theo notices the odd primal instinct of mine – and he can’t help but act on it. All three hook up with each other. Theo might be drunk and wallowing in self-despair but fuck does he want Stiles. It’s the only reason he’s doing this. Olivia is out of bounds being Jordan’s sister and all but he can’t ignore her complete. That would mean he’d hook up with just Stiles, and that’s just... not a thing that’s possible, right? (He’ll deny any and all attraction to Stiles the second he’s sober.)

Stiles hasn’t really expected his first time to go down like this (not the fact that there’s a guy involved. He’s been aware of his sexuality for quite some time now. He just hoped he’d be at least sober). When he wakes up, his thoughts wander to Theo first, then to Olivia and he rolls out of bed to go to her room. Since he’s slept over at the Baker’s house, Stiles is the one who finds her and drags her into the bathroom screaming for help the whole time. Her dad takes over when he arrives while Jordan frantically calls an ambulance. Stiles tries his hardest to talk Laura down from a panic attack.

The night Olivia overdoses, Stiles gets off drugs as well. It scared the living shit out of him. He looks around for rehabilitation centres they can somehow afford. But Laura and Billy turn up at his door. Instead of blaming his son, they tell the sheriff that they have paid for Stiles to stay at the same centre as Olivia.

During rehab, Stiles and Olivia become inseparable. Their parents joke about having another kid. Jordan watches them fondly. He takes an unexpected liking to Stiles because he hasn’t seen his sister this happy in a long time. But this goofy, sarcastic boy who sometimes seems so much older than he actually is makes his sister crack smile after smile. He likes him. The guy’s a little different, but he has a good heart and he genuinely cares for his sister. That’s what matters to Jordan.

Theo is less thrilled about Stiles’ involvement in his best friend’s life, but he pretends not to know him and ignores him completely whenever they see each other. Which isn’t often. They run into each other at school, have only one class they’re sharing and it’s easy enough to ignore Stiles during football games. Theo doesn’t look if he comes with Olivia. He isn’t in a bad mood when he realises that Stiles hasn’t shown up. His girlfriend is there. That should be enough. Theo doesn’t visit the Baker’s house as often anymore either – to give Olivia the space she demands, to protect their secret and to avoid seeing Stiles. Who stirs up something Theo decisively wants to keep buried.

Time moves on.

They actually meet each other again at the party Theo throws in someone else’s house. Stiles notices the same things Spencer sees. No family pictures and the panic whenever someone mentions driving the car or touching something breakable. Despite being against gambling, Stiles plays after Spencer and Olivia end up in the Jacuzzi. He beats JJ to it and keeps the keys to the car with him for the whole night. When Olivia flies through the house seething with anger, Stiles hurries after her and gets smack in the middle of Jordan’s obsession with Spencer potentially being their brother – and if there’s one thing Stiles can relate to, it’s obsessing over something. So, he offers help. His disturbingly amazing research skills make him an indispensable accomplice during the mission. He also cracks a few jokes about Olivia’s obvious infatuation with the new boy. (Jordan would like to offer his parents adoption papers for him. He always wanted a brother anyway. Olivia slaps the back of his head.)

At school, Theo tries to thank Stiles for saving the car, but Stiles brushes him off, pushes the keys back into his hand and leaves with Olivia, who scolds him quietly after gaining some distance. He should be a bit nicer to Theo. He’s a dick but he’s trying. Stiles doesn’t promise anything. But when he overhears Layla and his conversation during Spencer’s birthday party, he follows him. Theo’s butthurt and passive-aggressive. Ultimately, he manages to push Stiles away by insulting him but instantly regrets doing so. Stiles doesn’t leave before telling Theo to get over himself. It won’t bruise his fragile ego if he accepts help.

They see each other next the afternoon before the homecoming dance. Stiles is Olivia’s date, so it’s kind of inevitable since they're all meeting at the Baker’s. He also knows from Olivia that Layla and Spencer kissed, which makes the situation terribly awkward and weird. When things explode at the dance, Theo does not mention that Stiles was involved during the hook-up. After all the shit piling up, he’s not ready to deal with his sexuality as well.

Stiles wishes he could do something to soften the blow for Olivia, but he respects her wishes to keep it a secret if that’s what Theo wants. They end both up helping him when they find him drunk on the bench outside the school.

It’s Olivia who figures out that Theo’s father kicked him out of the house after he lost his spot on the football team. She tells Stiles, who agrees to support and talk to him. So, Stiles drags him to his home, orders him to shower and demands he goes to the recruiting event to show the world what he’s capable of. Stiles isn’t present during the talk on the bleachers after the event. But he’s the one in the locker room to hear from Theo that he’s back on the team while Olivia tries to find a solution for Theo’s living situation together with Layla.

That’s the moment Theo realises that his attraction from way back in the day has turned into something else.

Later that day, Olivia lets herself into the Stilinski house telling Stiles that Layla would reluctantly allow Theo to live with her, but that Theo refuses to do so because he knows Spencer won’t like it and he’s ruined enough in his past, he doesn’t want to continue doing so. It’s the sheriff who tells them Theo can live with them until they found a better solution.

From then on out, their feelings for each other become more obvious, especially for Theo. He’s never really believed in anything like love. Friendship was the only thing he trusted. But Stiles is different. Like Olivia, he’s there for him but the same attraction from that fateful night bubbles up and mixes with everything else. It’s fucking complicated. Still, when Stiles smiles his head spins and his heart does a really weird thing. He doesn’t know what to do about it other than hiding it.

Stiles makes Theo talk. About his parents, why he has claimed to have only cheated with Olivia, his father’s alcohol problem, the team hating him, the ruins of Jordan and his friendship, everything. Stiles listens and talks him through it. He can especially relate to the alcohol problem because he’s gone through the same shit after his mother’s death. Stiles pushes him to go to practise and prove to the team that he’s changed. Spencer helps Theo regain his footing. Stiles also talks to Jordan, who is willing to settle things with Theo as well.

In this version of events, Theo doesn’t move back in with his father. When the Baker family’s world explodes, Olivia, Jordan and their mother want to move out of their house because they don’t want to be confronted with memories all day every day. They do it mostly to protect Olivia. But on short notice, they don’t find an apartment large enough for the three of them. However, they find two smaller apartments in the same complex. So, Jordan asks if Theo wants to move in with him.

While rebuilding their lives and friendship, Stiles and Olivia become frequent guests at Theo and Jordan’s apartment. Although the siblings have proven to be horrible detectives, they are not completely blind and totally pick up on Theo silently swooning over Stiles when he makes them breakfast with an exasperated "you’re both football players. I can’t believe your diet sucks this bad" or other cracks on the shit they eat. Cue a lot of attempts to set them up on a date. Turns out they are just as terrible at that as they’ve been as detectives. And they are not at all subtle. Jordan happens to always have to leave the apartment when Stiles comes around, and Olivia never fails to mention how domestic they look and how they bicker like an old married couple and "Theo looks good today, doesn’t he, Stiles?".

Stiles and Theo start dating after a while, and the first thing in their relationship they do is make a bet about when Olivia and Jordan figure it out. Stiles gives them two weeks. Theo tells him not to overestimate their abilities and that they will only pick up on it when they literally see them make out. Turns out he’s right. Despite Stiles staying over a lot, them complimenting and somewhat flirting with each other or constantly meeting for coffee or movie dates - they even went out for dinner once, for heaven’s sake. "How are they so blind?" Theo pats his hand, "I told you." - Olivia and Jordan still try to convince their respective best friend to date the other one.

The two weeks pass. Theo kisses Stiles in front of Jordan and Olivia after three and a half. Being a sore loser, Stiles mutters that it was totally unfair because Theo has known them longer. He still does Theo’s homework for a month. Thou shalt honour thy gambling debts.

Doesn’t mean he’s not complaining all the way through.

So, that’s my take of how things could potentially go down.

I had other ideas as well. With the original Teen Wolf character replacing the All American ones or the supernatural being more involved or making this more of a crossover. But I actually like this one best.

Don’t know if that’s what you had in mind? Either way, I hope you even made it this far because, like I said, it has gotten a bit longer. lol

#steo #steo au #all american au #we can also file this under #laura rambles #i mean seriously #it's a thing that happens lmao #rubyredhoodling

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sonnilione · 6 years

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REVIVING MINECRAFT OCS FEELS SO GOOD AND NOSTALGIC AAAA

I'll draw them better later and hopefully write a bit more of their stories too. James is the only one who shares a world with another character, the rest live in completely different worlds (in canon, but in my head they can all be friends))

I have another 4 ocs that I'm trying to revive, but I'll post them another day probably lmao

anywayy, info dump:

James

The farmer boi from Avalon's world

He's a 17 y/o boy that lost his parents at an early age by a creeper, so he does his best to make profit of the family farm that was left behind

His only close encounter with a monster was with a zombie that he was able to kill with a diamond axe, but it also left him a scar on his face

He has an eye of ender that he keeps as secret and spent a lot of free time in the library searching for what it was

Since he didn't find any answers, he wants to go out and venture himself and learn more about the world they live in

I haven't really written much about him but if I ever decide to actually write his story, I'll definitely make it that he drags Avalon to his adventure and make shit go bad lmao

Val

Based on the Comes Alive mod

Has aphonia and doesn't care about pronouns

Woke up in the middle of the woods without memories and with a backpack with some food, was able to find a village on their first day and was allowed to stay

Would help the villagers and learn how they worked so that Val could survive on their own,, they also started to keep a diary were they write before going to sleep

Married one of the village's knights, but he later died in battle ((in canon, in my head they are still living the happiest life of all,, and im still not sure if i make them have a child or not))

Noticed how they were the only one who wasn't aging, so they decided to look for answers and leave the village

In their journey, they met friends who joined them and was able to learn about iron golems and how to read enchantments

Is still trying to find more information about themselves, but for now their top priority is to find more about the Nether and how to get there

Cody

Also based on the Comes Alive mod

He's 16y/o

Born in a small village in the mountains that can barely sustain itself financially

Was inspired by his father's aspirations and wanted to become a knight who could protect the people he loved

After his father's death, he had to learn how to take care of himself alone and would hunt monsters to sell their drops at the capital

On the way back to his village, he was almost robbed but fell on a cave and found a mineshaft (it wasn't that deep tho). Since it was his first time seeing one, he went further to investigate. He had his first meeting with a cave spider and was bitten, so he ran away and climbed his way back to the surface. He passed out for some days when he got home and, after he woke up, he saw that his appearance and vision had changed.

But he just??? shrugged and continued his life until he was officially a knight??? Sure now he could see the monsters better at night but,, that's basically it,,,

Cyrus

A man in his 20s who's self aware that he lives in a fabricated world and believes he's just a tool of a bigger entity

He started to see patterns in his world and would often question the things he would do. When he would notice he was acting weird, he would just finish whatever task he was doing and would shout at the entity ("WAS THIS THE THING YOU WANTED ME TO DO? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU MADE ME RIDE A PIG OFF A CLIFF YOU SICK FUCK?? ARE YOU HAPPY??")

After forcing himself to be killed, he came back to life (respawned) and felt that he finally had total control of his actions. He somehow was able to get/find a command block, he took it and moved far away from villages to start a life of his own

He would spend most of his days playing with redstone and now his only company is a parrot that doesn't have a name

To put it easier to understand: He was a character in a Hardcore mode world where the Player (the entity) tried to get all the achievements of the game. Cyrus became conscious and killed himself, resulting on the Player not having control of the world ever again. In other words, the world was deleted from the Player's reach and now Cyrus was free. The command block is there because the Player was a cheater lol

Also he's actually 23 y/o, stress really makes people age faster huh,, he's looks like an old man that would yell at the clouds because his food was cold

#minecraft oc #my oc #james #val #cody #cyrus #oc info

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survivor-tierradelfuego · 4 years

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Finale: “I just have to” - Olivia

Pedro A

wow im shook that najwah...flipped...SHOOK to the core.....i just hope she didnt make a deal with aimee...to vote with them in the next vote LOL

Olivia A

Pedro is always SUPER paranoid about everything so Aimme and I are nervous about him trusting the idea of Najwah flipping. What we decided to do is have Aimee tell the group chat that she wants to flip. If we can’t convince him to trust that she’s not lying I will present the idea of telling her the wrong name (we tell her to vote Cody but we all vote Sarah) to test if she actually flips while still guaranteeing that we don’t go to rocks. It’s perfect!

Pedro A

I feel like Sarah winning is the worst case scenario.......IM FUCKEDDD..if they have an idol ...they will use it on najwah...and they will...and I repeat THEY WILL 100% VOTE ME OUT....AND ALL OF THIS WILL BE FOR NOTHING....KILL ME NOW...My pain is unmeasurable ..and my day is ruined 😟😟😟😟😟 !

Pedro A

Back in the interview...one of the questions was: WHICH PLACE YOU THINK YOUR GONNA GET?_ AND I SAID 5TH? AND NOW LOOK AT ME NOW....scared of being 5th.....i swear i manifestied it ...IM DONEEEEEE I WAS SO CLOSE....but lets have hope.............okay im paranoid everyone knows about it ..BUT STILLL

Aimee

https://64.media.tumblr.com/8897a9cbdbf7250d652376acf07b187d/eaeee04a03e6c254-6a/s540x810/cfef21c0fab58ea0e45c41fb53203fec9ccab7d5.gifv Way to go Sarah!!!! Casnova! 👑 👑 👑 On that immunity win!!!! I’m happy that neither of us gave up and didn’t talk deals. I really wanted to see how long I could go in this challenge and really test my will power and strengths. I’m am very proud of lasting and hour and a half with my hands over my head and a cup lmao 😆

Olivia A

I’m so upset that Sarah won immunity. I never could’ve won that challenge so I don’t blame myself/anyone in particular. It’s just unfortunate. She and Najwah aren’t talking to us at all so it seems like they might have an idol. Which is incredibly disappointing. But they might not! And Aimee and I still can idol hunt one more time. I haven’t found anything though. Every path seems like it’s nothing. I’m just gonna hope that I make it past this vote and then go as hard as I can on the next immunity. I’m also thinking about flipping?? To ensure I’m not the one they use the idol to vote out? But now that I think about it, offering to flip wouldn’t even be enticing to them if they have an idol. It would just cause the risk of me telling Aimee and Pedro about who they’re voting for. Damn.

Najwah

I've been putting off writing confessions for the longest time. After everything that happened with Cody, this game just kinda feels empty. Sarah and I spoke and we cried and I don't think she trusts me anymore either. It's okay I guess. I'm happy she won immunity. I also have an idol so we are both not scrambling but we are taking our chances and voting Pedro. I honestly don't know why I ever believed Aimee. I was so paranoid and confused. After everything, she was just cold and acted like nothing happened and she just hasn't spoken to me since. Perhaps she's working with Sarah again. Who knows. You can't really trust anyone at this point in the game. You really just have to play your own game. That's just what I'm going to do to try and make it to the final 3. I have to win immunity at 4. I never thought I'd. Make it this Farr in the game, but now that I'm here I just need to make it to the end.

Najwah

Aimee spoke to me now and says she wants to work with me in this vote? Yeah I'm very confused too. My paranoia tells me perhaps Sarah wants revenge so she went to Pedro and struck a deal to vote Aimee out idk. I just have a feeling. But my feelings have been wrong lately lmao. So who knows.

Sarah

https://youtu.be/UZkNsnxcYx4

Olivia A

I’m really nervous about tonight. I have big suspicions of Aimee flipping. It makes sense that Najwah would’ve reached out to her over anyone else since she’s the one who told her about the Cody vote and got her to flip last vote. Pedro Aim so dead...i feel like olivia and sarah are chatting...cause they online at the same time....im so scared...i might go home.....i just came so far to be 5th...UGHHHHH..so annoying............but if i go home...im happy i did better than i expected...and even got casted as the VILLAN of the season lol...so im kinda proud

Najwah

Aimee doesn't see that she's Pedro's goat. She really believes that people would vote for Olivia over Pedro and her and therefore she wants to take Pedro to the F3. She basically wants to strike a deal with me. Vote Olivia out with them so that I can help them get Sarah out in the final 4 so that me, Pedro and Aimee can be in the Final 3. Is she serious? She's like "no one has forgiven Pedro. No one's going to vote for him". Hell, Pedro has played a brilliant game. He's been on the bottom since merge. He has been alone and slipped in and out of cracks all the time. Pedro took her and Olivia under his wing, to fuck with the threats and try to get out big players. Aimee really believes Sarah is the biggest threat? Even as Sarah's friend, I would not vote Sarah above Pedro. He's playing Aimee like a damn fiddle and she is really eating it all up. I don't understand how she thinks she stands a chance with him. It's baffling to me. She stands a bigger chance with me, Sarah or Olivia. Hell, even with Cody. I hope she realises this before it's too late. Anyway, I'm voting Pedro tonight. Whether he has an idol or not I don't even care. I can't believe this game is so close to the end. What am I going to do with my life after this? Lol.

Najwah

I never told Aimee I have an idol. She doesn't want to vote me though, she wants to vote Olivia because she sees Olivia as the biggest threat right now. So she thinks she's in a position of power and that if I do as she says (vote Sarah at the final 4) she will protect me at this tribal. She thinks she can control me at this point and I'm letting her have it. I'm begging her not to vote me and thanking her for keeping me safe. Sarah and I are going to vote Pedro. I hope I still don't know how good I am with Sarah after the Cody blindside. Whether she wants revenge or not. Idk. I loved that we could just laugh earlier though and that things SEEM to be okay. She was a beast in that challenge last night. I can understand how it was more of a mental challenge than a physical one. She would have been voted out had she not won immunity. I'm so glad she did.

Olivia A

Okay after speaking with Aimee one-on-one I don’t think she’s flipping. It seems like Najwah has sort of given up so tonight will hopefully be easy. I have to win final immunity I just have to. Everyone left is a threat in their own way but if Sarah continues to stay alive after being seen as a threat for so long and being in the minority she’ll beat any of us. Both Aimee’s and Pedro’s games have sorta been like being on the bottom/outs for most of merge but still making it to the end. I think my game has been a bit more traditionally impressive, although still nothing close to perfect. I didn’t necessarily dominate but I usually knew what was going on. I think I have a good chance with the two of them at the end.

Najwah

I feel like I kinda want to fuck things up a little LOL Olivia apologised for HAVING to vote for me tonight. Like the flip was good but Sarah won immunity so sorry about that. Did these people really think I'd "flip" without thinking about every possible scenario or outcome, without a plan? That I'd just be their little doll to dangle around? Both Olivia and Aimee are so satisfied with being Pedro's minions. I don't get it. How are you not seeing the obvious threat lmao. Pedro has convinced them all THAT Sarah is the main threat based on the popularity contest. Honestly? I'm done.

Aimee

This vote has got me confused as all hell. It seems like Najwah is signing her jury certificate. I tried to give her a lifeline to not vote her out and have it potentially tie between Najwah and Olivia, but Najwah wants Pedro out real bad. She’s not even willing to vote Sarah out at Final four even if Sarah doesn’t win immunity, which many of us agreed all season she could win if she made it there. Najwah, I love my gurl but we just have different ideas on our top 3 in the end. Pedro is Team Tumblr! Team Michele is a Queen! Even if this means he wins the game I’m not voting out my buddy. End of story.

Sarah

The plan for tribal tonight is for Naj and I to vote Pedro. I may message Olivia last minute and tell her to vote Pedro if she wants to be saved tonight because Aimee and Pedro may write Olivia or Naj. Olivia told Naj she is writing her name down. Either way, Naj has her idol and we are safe! If it goes to a revote with 2 on Pedro and 2 on Olivia then Naj and I will be able to revote together and vote our Pedro. He may even play a fake idol that we think Amy gave him. I really hope he doesn’t have a real idol, I am ready for this villain to be voted out. Olivia AI’m really nervous about tonight. I have big suspicions of Aimee flipping. It makes sense that Najwah would’ve reached out to her over anyone else since she’s the one who told her about the Cody vote and got her to flip last vote.

Aimee

Pedro!!!! Can’t wait to see you after this game! And you can tell me even more about Portugal 🇵🇹 ❤️

Olivia A

FOUR MINUTES before tribal Sarah sent me a message saying “vote for Pedro to make sure you’re safe” which felt very much like a threat to try to get me to vote with them even tho they don’t have an idol. Najwah said the same thing to Aimee. We decided to stick with voting for Najwah. At the end it wouldn’t have mattered since they had an idol. As long as I can win final immunity I should be fine. It’s sad to see Pedro go after he + Aimee were my closest people after my whole oringial alliance crumbled. Still super annoyed at Sarah for sending me that FOUR MINUTES before tribal what the hell is up with that.

Sarah

https://youtu.be/W5fdlwPTc18

Sarah

I just had to confess that as a I walked into Chile’s tonight after tribal, the song “Survivor” was playing. I mean, I’m not saying survivor gods are real but I’m not saying they are fake either.

Olivia A

I feel really good about all parts of this challenge! You never know what could happen but I see myself winning this one. All that really matters is that it’s not Sarah, though. It seems like Aimee is doing really well, too, so I’m confident we’ll be able to beat Sarah and vote her out.

Olivia A

It’s disappointing to have not won but at least I was tied for second + within one point of the person who won. And it’s great to see Aimee win because I’ve been working with her through to the end. And Sarah didn’t win! Even though I didn’t win immunity I still feel essentially safe and on my way to FTC.

Aimee

https://64.media.tumblr.com/6081e7a82bfbc2eed4ab27fee6fc70c3/a53f344a539857da-9f/s540x810/957a1ffd43f0eb038e4cfa8063f1712e2950cc83.gifv

https://quandyerse.tumblr.com/post/626201512865136640 No song for this immunity win! Lol I was hanging out in the suspense of silence. Wow Najwah! 💞❤️ Way to GO POPULARITY QUEEN! 👑 👑👑 AND SLIDE PUZZLE QUEEN 🧩 I CANNOT BELIEVE WE WERE ONLY LIKE 6 SECONDS AWAY FROM EACH OTHER FOR THE WIN. IM SO PROUD OF YOU AND SO HAPPY YOU DIDNT GIVE UP. I thought you sounded like you were so defeated after the last two tribals so to see you get so close to me is awesome! Olivia sounds like you have an AMAZING and super supportive mom. I am so proud of you in this game no matter what anyone tells you. After Maddison left, and I was working closely with you, I really saw what a true player and honestly threat you could be, but you are a much better ally! 💚💚💚You really turned up the gameplay and adapted to your situation and were forced to work with people you haven’t or even someone you didn’t get along with and we made this work!!!! The thing I appreciate the most about you is that you have such a genuine heart and I have never seen you lie to me yet in this game. You’re able to strategize with me, make big moves, and trust without trying to be selfish or manipulative. Sarah! CASANOVA! 👑 Last but certainly not least. We were both close allies (at least I thought of you as my number 1 for awhile). I love that no matter if we are working together or are on opposite sides of this game together, we still have a mutual respect for each other! We are both strong women and I seriously cannot wait to check out all the North Carolina breweries with you and grab one of those Bold Rock rosé drinks you’re talking about, if you’re up for it of course. I love seeing the fight you have in you just like I do. And I love that you never give up! 💗💞👑

Olivia A

Aimee and I are working on convincing Najwah to vote Sarah. I’m worried they are going to force a tie between Sarah and me. Najwah seems like she’s down to vote Sarah but you never know.

Sarah

https://youtu.be/ee1TUB2g0po

Najwah

So apparently the jury found my twitter yesterday and I just feel so.. Ugh. Like my privacy was invaded or something. I feel like it took the fun out of everything. I didn't mind them seeing all that after but it's like reading my confessions before the game is over. I have no idea what's going to happen tonight but I have a feeling that I may be getting played and I don't mind going out of the game like this. Ugh. I'm annoyed that I started that thread now. It was just something fun for my friends. Anyways, I'm too tired to care right now. Let's just see what happens. Olivia messaged me for the FIRST time today coz she wants me to vote for Sarah basically. I don't want to.

Najwah

Honestly I don't care who wins but I hope it's not Aimee. She tried to threaten me before tribal again lmao.

Olivia A

Super hyped about making it!! And even more hyped that I got to earn my place. Both Najwah and Sarah’s messages w their votes were like reading me and centered around me not talking much so I’m nervous my less social gameplay will be an issue. I’ll just have to explain myself 🤷 FTC!! WOOHOO!

Najwah

I'm happy being in the final 3 but honestly, I'm just super annoyed at Aimee for sending me that last message just before tribal. All passive aggressive. I hate that the minute she got immunity she thought it was her right to act like someone who's in control of MY game. Sarah deserved to be in the final. More than all 3 of us.

#episodes

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spotlightsaga · 7 years

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Cody Cole of @spotlightsaga reviews... The Evil Within (2002-2017) Andrew Getty Release Date: February 26, 2017 Budget: Estimated $6 Million Score: 7.5/10 @amazonvideo ************SPOILER FREE REVIEW*********** Happy Halloween 🎃 Everyone! This is the first time we’ve addressed Halloween as an entity, so we wanted to do it right and pick something a little off the beaten path, but still accessible *coughISIAcough*. As we sink deeper into subcultures, countercultures, and ready our existential POV and empathic strings, I remain dedicated to sharpening my teeth. As usual, this is not a review... We just happen to be covering 2017’s ‘The Evil Within’ for #31DaysOfHorror, not that we’ve watched anything close to 31 movies... That was never gobig to happen, but it was a nice thought. Oh, right, technically this film belongs to 2002. After all, that’s when production on the film began. It shows. Sean Patrick Flannery looks like a complete stranger... Frederick Koehler looks like a friggin baby... And Dina Meyer looks like she stepped off the S3 set of ‘One Tree Hill’. I’m not complaining, not even about the extremely outdated special effects, because when it’s all said & done, they do their job and all messages hidden throughout the film’s tapestry are definitely received. ‘The Evil Within’ is a terrifying film in the strangest of ways... Both in front of the camera, as well as behind it. Andrew Getty, who directed, wrote, created, and financed most of the film, was a grandson of a famous Oil Tycoon Patriarch... He inherited a billion dollar company, and billion dollar problems. He was lonely. You know what the easiest and most disastrous ways to cure loneliness and get creative is? Methamphetamine. Tina, as those of us familiar with her call her, is a fucking bitch. Boy, but does she like to party! Don’t fuck up the vibe tho... And definitely don’t go carpet surfing looking for a meth rock that’s actually an old popcorn kernel. That’s meth faux pas. You’re never alone, because you’ve got the glass, you’ve got the shards... People love other people with drugs, it goes without saying! Getty had an endless amount of money and endless amount of meth and for years he wrote erratic scripts, they never went anywhere... But ‘The Evil Within’, this was his baby. This was his passion project. He armed his home with cameras and guns, becoming increasingly paranoid after his cousin was kidnapped in Italy, his ear mailed to the family in exchange for an extortion deal... The meth probably didn’t help either. Getty modeled this film after nightmares he had as a child. What a fn’ mind, huh? An expert purveyor or Horror & Porn, he worked on what was his ‘perfect script’... Making sense of the nightmares, giving them structure. It’s a basic story that dives heavily into clouded POVs, no character sees clearly, and there’s a real horror in that. A 30-year old man, Dennis (Koehler) is ravaged by mental challenges, the cause of which at first is not clear. In a subconscious attempt to slowly push his brother out of his life, Dennis’ brother John (Flannery) fills his room with objects that make Dennis feel uncomfortable. One of those objects is a mirror, one that Dennis had seen in a dream, one that could either represent or actually contain a Demon (played by cross-generational Horror Icon, Michael Berryman). Feeling shackled and bound to caring for Dennis, John withdraws and his relationship with his girlfriend, Lydia (Meyer) suffers as does his mental health. This allows Dennis to connect with the demon in the mirror and bodies start to pile up right under John’s nose. In 2017, Koehler, nor anyone, would take on a role that depicted anyone with mentally challenging obstacles that a character like ‘Dennis’ faces in a murderous or particular negative light... Especially fiction. In 2002, well, that’s a different story. Many of us have forgotten how far we’ve come at shattering ignorance & stereotypes as a society. Yes, they still exist, but I think most younger, modern minds might not believe the stark differences in how we addressed things in the late 90s and early 00s. We live in a very PC Culture, and it has its pros and cons, but once upon a time not so long ago, people weren’t so sensitive to these issues as they are now. Sure, Dennis’ ‘diminished mental capacity’ is used as a vessel for horror in (what many would call) an ignorant way... But that doesn’t make it any less frightening. And guys, we can’t be scared to ‘go there’. Not when it comes to art. Getty would most likely want to tell you that if we interviewed him today. You see, this is the only film that Getty ever completed... And technically he didn’t complete it, his partner and producer Michael Luceri did. According to Luceri it wasn’t an easy process to finance and round out the edges of a film that had been worked on for almost 15 years. Getty became obsessed with re-editing the film after he was unable to secure distribution rights, blowing all his money on buying equipment, instead of renting it, for the film. He even sold a rare AC Cobra Sports Car to keep the funding going. 15 years after the project was started, and unfortunately just a little over 2 Years after his death, ‘The Evil Within’ finally found a home. If only Getty had made different choices, the methamphetamine wouldn’t have corroded his organs... Leading to such an embarrassing death, that few reported the actual ‘on scene’ details. Details that included some kind of gastric blow-out that left some detectives and forensic specialists so puzzled that they considered a bizarre homicide a possible cause of death. Getty shouldn’t feel embarrassed, though... If his soul is somehow moving in and out of the cosmos and he happens upon this article, I want him to know that I liked his movie and that he won’t be remembered for the way he died... But the sick & twisted, visceral film he left behind. A character study so bold, and so outside the lines, that no one dare ever make a film quite like it ever again. There’s nothing simple about the human brain. And there’s nothing simple about understanding what makes anyone want to kill, even if the demons in our life make it all too clear. Even if the only one that we are truly killing is ourselves. **************Written by Cody Cole*************** TVTime/Letterboxd/FB/IG/Path/Pin/Tumblr/Twitter: @SpotlightSaga 📺 TVTime📺 http://www.tvtime.com ✅Spotlight Saga FB Page! Give us a like!✅ http://www.facebook.com/spotlightsaga 🚧Spotlight Saga's Main Page is Under Works🚧 http://www.spotlightsaga.com 🔥The Culture Pit FB Group🔥 http://www.facebook.com/groups/ArtsEntertainment Kevin Cage // Justin O'Malley // Cody Cole // Jerry Wilson // Kat Holiday // Carolyn Holt // Yackarette Borge // Carina Enered //

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somewhere-inthemeadow · 7 years

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so like jonathan told me a few days ago that I should talk to a counsellor at open doors about my touch aversion and the fact that people are burning my skin off and like fair but also like ????? this is how I live my life now and I’m scared of that changing and I don’t think I could adjust if I changed it. I’m scared of changing my language and life because someone wants things to be different for me. so like I should probably do the thing but I’m also really sceptical about it cause I don’t want people to try and rewrite me. I’m so scared of that tbh

and like I went to jonathan’s house on thursday and I stayed the night and it was really surreal for it. like I’ve written like 2 things about the house this weekend but it doesn’t feel real to me, liek the only thing that was real was the blanket I wrapped myself in. and like I thought the change of scene would help, and I think on some level it did, but also I was so out of it

and I think like part of that is sometimes like I get a really bad touch craving sometimes and most times it goes away in a few hours but this has stuck around on some level for weeks, and it was really bad for like 3 days before and its really distracting adn suffocating. and I’m so scared that one day its gonna make me do something that I regret or that I’m gonna hurt someone with it. cause like everything fucking burns, its like way too much sensory overload for me and I just shut down.

it was really cold in the morning and I sat outside in the garden and felt the cold on my skin and that was the first clear thing that has happened this fortnight.

jonathan said that I should talk to someone at open doors cause if this keeps happening its gonna fuck my life up. and I can’t like tell my parents so I guess telling someone is good. I guess. I’m scared of that tho tbh

I”m scared of being nadine. being someone’s nadine. I’m scared of nadine.

tbh Ive been feeling really sick for the last few days and Ive been throwing up a lot and my stomach feels constantly like its flipping and my head is spinning like I need sleep. but like I think that’s just touch craving. and I thought people would help and on some level it has but also no.

on friday morning I sat in the cold for an hour and dissociated in the shower and then threw up cause my body was too much for me. and all I wanted to do was keep sleeping but we had to get into the city. and as we got on the bus I could feel myself spacing until I was looking at colours and motions, and not people and places. I don’t remember much tbh.

harper hugged me and I cried cause it didn’t burn. I’m kinda sorry that they had to put up with me doing that spacy shit. I’m trying my best. harper said I should talk to a counsellor too. so I guess I should???? I’m sorry fin had to see me like that but I’m glad he didn’t try to hug me. I’m glad lunch wasn’t too much. I’m glad they are happy and surviving. I’m glad they exist

I pretended to be real for my mother. she got her hair cut. I pretended to be real for everyone else.

alizah didn’t make me talk much in the car. we shared a room and I didn’t sleep much because of it. I’m glad I brought my makeup because otherwise I would not have survived.

I did not perform well but I won an award. an older lady touched my hand and told me I was terrifying. the stage manager had a soft smile and helped me find a microwave. he wanted a photo and touched me on the arm and I froze and spun and stared at him. and he was terrified by me for half a second and could barely speak. and alizah watched him to make sure I was ok.

I took off my gloves becuase it was hot and didn’t get time to put them back on before I had to shake the judge’s hand. I think I put my arm around her for a photo. I don’t remember much. the trophy is weighted, smooth and soft. I remember that.

we had a lunch afterwards and I talked to the stage manager and as he was leaving he asked for a hug and I said I couldn’t and apologised and he said ok and went to shake my hand and I said something like ‘I don’t really touch people and I don’t feel well right now so I’m really sorry but I can like wave at you’ and he looked upset and I felt bad for him but I wasn’t really there so I didn’t feel much for him. and he left

and kyle said he was going back to the room and put out the offer for a hug, and I hugged him and dissociated for like half a second. one day we will meet in the middle and I won’t be totally out of it. I was going to hug cody but I had to sit down after that. I was going to hug cody for some reason that I don’t quite remember.

I hugged courtney. I hope she is ok. I hope she didn’t drink too much.

my dad is not home. I did not hug my mum. my brother does not exist. I feel alone and out of it again

and now I’m home and I’ve done the washing and I need to do the ironing but more than anything I think I need a nap and to be locked away again

#delete later #boring adventures #I just needed to get all my thoughts out #this was a dump of everything that I've been needing to tell someone #a lot has happened in the past 5 days #also my brother has a job interview and he is v excited about it #and I need to do some festival stuff #and gosh the to do list keeps growing

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