#Steven Wilkins

[lacking-hydration]

PRINCIPAL WILKINS, KILL HIM!!!

I'm very normal about this guy im.sorry the William Afton effect has unfortunately never worn off :(

[batztrangem]

Bark At The Moon (Steven Wilkins/Reader)

Warning/notes: AFAB reader is suggested (no pronouns for the reader are mentioned), Billy Wilkins wishes the reader was his mom, reader wears a pirate dress, typical canon compliant violence mentioned throughout, sexual tension, first person POV

Rated: T (?)

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: What's this? Me writing fanfiction about a character nobody knows or remembers? Why, of course. I love Trick R' Treat so much and I've been dying to write some fanfiction about Principal Wilkins. That man is dark, dude. Honestly, I used to be scared of him when I was little but now he's one of my favorite characters from the movie. And I'm oddly attracted to him. I don't know why...don't ask.

Originally posted on my Wattpad

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Laurie was nowhere to be found and it was doing nothing to calm my sister's nerves. Danielle had begun to pace in front of me. She took a swig of the beer in her hand as she watched the leaves crunch at her feet.

"Will you stop that?" I asked.

She didn't answer. She just gazed into the darkness of the woods, away from the fire. I rolled my eyes and took a look around at my surroundings. Most of the men that had been invited here were either passed out drunk or already dead. It seemed that most of my family couldn't wait for Laurie. The ones that still were walking around were also too drunk to realize that the camp was quite literally scattered with the bodies of dead men, clad in their cheesy Halloween costumes.

I, myself, was in nothing short of a 'slutty' Halloween costume.

When I had gone costume shopping earlier in the day, Danielle had told Laurie the golden rule of our full moon event: The sexier the costume, the better the meal.

But that made Laurie uncomfortable and rightfully so. I had found her a much more modest costume. A simple Little Red Riding Hood dress that showed the tiniest bit of cleavage. It was enough to appease to Danielle's traditional rules and enough to make Laurie more comfortable.

For myself, however, I couldn't get away from Danielle that easily. She had put me in a pirate costume. The dress was long in the back but ripped in the front, showing off a good deal of my legs. The costume was uncomfortably tight and had a faux corset built into it. It came with the usual accessories. A pirate's hat, a hook, even a tiny eye patch. I had ditched all the accessories, leaving them sitting by a log with my currently passed out dates.

I had somehow attracted the attention of two guys instead of one. Both seemed to be misogynistic pricks.

When I invited them here, they couldn't keep their hands off of me during the drive over. After a few spiked drinks courtesy of Danielle, they soon were too incapacitated to bother me. Now they both laid side by side, absolutely wasted, sleeping in the fallen leaves.

The fire crackled as music played in the background. Many girls from the pack now danced alone, their dates laying off to the sides of the camp. I made my way over to one of the wooden logs and sat down.

The crunching sound of leaves came from behind me, causing me to glance over my shoulder.

"You don't look too happy." It was Maria. She sat down beside me, handing me a solo cup filled with punch.

The fire illuminated her curls, causing the dark brown hair to turn into a cascade of auburn swirls. She took a sip from her own cup as she looked over at me.

"How can I be with that stressing me out all night?" I said, motioning to Danielle, who was still gazing into the darkness.

"Don't worry about her. She's just being a little overbearing. She'd probably make a good mom one say," Maria said.

"Yeah," I sighed, taking a sip from my drink.

"But that's not all that's bothering me. Don't you ever get tired of all this? Does every guy we come across have to be a meal?" I looked around at the various men scattered amongst us.

Maria huffed as she looked around.

"Only on full moons," she said jokingly.

I rolled my eyes.

Maria and I sat together in a comfortable silence, listening to the music that echoed throughout the night.

Suddenly, there was a scream from behind us.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, as I turned around quickly.

One of the girls pointed up at a tree. There was a dark figure on the limb. The person fell to the ground. I heard a sharp gasp of pain.

Maria and I stood up, rushing past the rest of the group. I looked down at the person. They were shrouded in all black. They wore a hooded cloak that covered their head and a half mask over their face. Looking over the person, I noticed that their leg had broken upon impact. It was a clean break, and the force of the fall had caused the bone to rip through the skin.

I looked up and noticed everyone's attention had turned the sound of rustling leaves. I turned my head to see who it was.

Laurie walked out of the darkness. Her Red Riding hood was missing and her hair was slightly array. The side of her neck was rid, slightly resembling a fresh hickey. I glanced down, noticing that her arms had been scratched.

Danielle was the first to approach her. Her "big sister" attitude visibly showed. Her hand was placed on her hip as she looked down at our little sister. I walked away from the masked man on the ground and over to where they stood.

"Laurie, what's going on? You're late," Danielle scolded.

"Sorry, I took their advice. Played hard to get," she said, gesturing to Maria and Janet.

She glanced over at the man and then back at Danielle.

"He bit me," she said.

There was an awkward moment of silence. I could tell that Danielle was relieved but the stress from before was leaving rather slowly.

"Well you're here now! Want a drink?" Janet offered. Laurie nodded, giving one last glare to the man on the ground. Maria made her way past me, tending to the masked man who laid behind me.

"Say ahh," I heard her say.

Danielle turned to me. A small smile had grown on her face.

"See. Nothing to worry about," I said.

"I guess not. Seems like she made a good choice. Creative bastard," Danielle said. She motioned to the man behind me. I glanced back just as Maria began to take off his mask. She tossed it to the side along with a rather impressive pair of fake fangs.

I looked down, squinting a little. Something about the man looked oddly familiar. His eyes had dark rings of eyeshadow around them and his mouth was covered with blood. Looking past the makeup, there was definitely something there that I recognized.

"Does he look familiar to you?" I whispered. Danielle shook her head and shrugged.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Maria asked.

"Steven," the man gulped, fear spread across his face.

"Steven Wilkins," he said.

Son of a bitch.

"Wilkins?" I asked, aloud.

Steven turned his head, nodding it.

"Steven Wilkins? I babysit your kid. Billy, right? You're that Steven Wilkins?"

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here? Who are these people?" he asked.

I turned my attention to Danielle, who was now having her own conversation with Laurie. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

"This guy can't be Laurie's first kill," I said in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" Danielle asked.

"I know him. He lives down the street from us, remember?"

"So what?" Laurie said, stepping forward.

"Guys, I babysit his kid. Remember? That little kid named Billy? This guy is the principal of the middle school and the high school," I said.

"Okay? What's your point?" Danielle asked.

"If Laurie kills him she's going to break one of our rules. You can't kill someone who you know. It's too personal. And if he wins up missing and Billy gets questioned the police are going to interview every person who knew him. That includes me. Plus, if she does she's going to make that poor kid a fucking orphan," I said.

Billy already didn't have a mother. When I would babysit him I could tell that it had effected his mental state. The kid surely didn't need to loose another parent.

"Fuck, she's right," Danielle said.

I nodded, glad that was understanding me.

"Then what do I do? It's the first full moon where I can change. I have to eat. It'll ruin the ceremony," Laurie said, slightly pouting. I looked around before my eyes landed on the two men I had brought with me.

"Take one of them. I brought extra," I said, pointing to the men.

Laurie smiled and nodded.

"Fine. But what are we going to do with him?" Danielle asked.

"I'll take him back to his house later," I glanced down at him, "but maybe I should take him to the hospital before that."

Steven laid on the ground, completely in hysterics as he looked around at the numerous dead bodies. I knew at that point he thought he'd be next.

Rock music started to play in the background once more. Many of the girls had begun to drag their "dates" closer to the camp circle. Laurie had made her way over to one of the men I had escorted here. Maria leaned over the top of him, pouring water over his face. The man woke up, jerking up from his place on the ground. Laurie slowly pushed him down, climbing on top of him and sitting on his pelvis.

I turned my attention to Steven. Leaning down, I pressed my hand on his face turning it so he'd look at me.

"(Y/N)?" his voice trembled a bit. He was scared. He tried his best to not look to his sides at the dead bodies.

"Mhm?" I hummed.

"What's going on? Why....why are you out here with all of these people?" Steven asked.

"Mr. Wilkins, I don't think I could even begin to explain all of this," I said.

At this point, the ceremony had begun. Many of the girls in the pack had begun to dance, swaying their hips to the rythm of the music all while running their fingers through their hair.

I ripped a large piece of my dress, tugging the fabric until I had a gauze-like strip of material in my hand. As I watched the others partake in the celebration, I folded the strip up in my hand.

"Open," I said, holding the piece of fabric in front of Steven's face.

"Why?" he asked with a look of confusion.

"Because I'm going to set your leg back in place so it's easier to take you to the hospital," I said.

Hesitantly, he opened his mouth. I pushed the fabric in and let him bite down.

I could see his eyes scan over everyone else. As I moved down his leg I could hear the sudden sound of low growls and flesh folding and ripping. I placed my hand on his lower leg and the other on his thigh. Just as Steven realized the horrors that was unfolding behind me I pressed with a significant amount of force, pushing the bone back through the skin.

His muffled scream ring in my ear as I began to create a tourniquet from another part of the dress, tying it off right over his thigh to stop the bleeding.

I scanned over his face. It was full of worry in fear. I reached over and pulled out the piece of fabric. As I did so, he began to scream, frantically looking around at my sisters and friends.

By now, they all had fully transitioned. Rigid claws dug into the dead flesh of the bodies laying around. Laurie, midway through her transformation, had her jaws clenched into the man's neck. She pulled up, her teeth ripping at the skin. Blood dripped down her face, running past her neck and soaking into the white of her costume. The costume itself had begun to rip at it's seams as her body became larger. Her spine cracked and the skin on her back began to split down the middle, revealing a second layer of skin covered in hair and blood.

Steven was still in hysterics, frantically blubbering and trying to pull himself away. I pulled myself over to him, pinning his shoulder beneath my hand. I put my leg over the top of him, sitting there as I looked down.

"Hey, listen to me. Ssshhh," I said, covering his mouth with my hand. His wide eyes met mind as I hovered over him.

"They're not going to hurt you. Okay? I convinced them not to," I said quietly. There was a slight nod on his end. Confused, but listening. I slowly pulled my hand away, letting it rest on his chest.

"Are you one of them?" he asked.

Some of the eyeshadow around his eyes had streamed down the side of his face from crying out of fear.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"You're a....a..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

I leaned foward on his chest, putting my head beside his ear.

"I'm a werewolf," I whispered.

"A werewolf," he repeated.

I sat back up, trying not to put any unnecessary pressure on his broken leg.

He glanced around once more, his eyes falling on Danielle, who was now in the form of a massive brown wolf. She looked on at everyone with watchful eyes as she ate her "date".

"Now I have a question for you," I said, drawing his attention back to me.

"What?"

"Why did you bite my sister?" I asked.

There was almost a look of shame on his face. His mouth opened slightly then closed as if he didn't know how to answer. I leaned in closer to him, peering down at him.

"A saw the vampire teeth, by the way. They looked professionally made. They definitely weren't the average Halloween costume teeth," I said.

He just stared back, not saying anything. I took this as an opportunity to mess with him. For the past couple of years I had babysat his kid. Throughout those years I had developed an infatuation with the mysterious principal. Now was my only chance to play into those feelings.

I leaned foward to where I was laying on his chest, my right thigh resting between his legs while the other leg laid on the ground. His breathe hitched as my leg moved, grazing across the front of his pants. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and then placed a gentle kiss on his jaw.

"What're you hiding, Wilkins?" I whispered. I kissed him again, moving lower down his neck.

"You'll think less of me," he said quietly.

"No I won't."

Another kiss landed on his skin. Goosebumps had formed, trailing down his neck.

"I was going to kill your sister."

My head perked up a little. I glanced up at him. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked up at the night sky, avoiding eye contact.

"Why?" I said.

"If I had known who she was I wouldn't have tried anything. It gives me a rush," he said quietly.

"Killing people?"

"Yes," he said.

My head rested on his shoulder once more. I gazed over him, watching his chest move up and down. He had calmed down quite a bit.

"And you've killed people before?"

"Yes. Two kids from the middle school are buried in my back yard. And they were just from tonight," he said.

"Jesus," I mumbled, taking in what he said. I looked past him. I could see that a good bit of the pack were still eating, not even taking notice to me or Wilkins.

One wolf, who I knew to be Maria, had her head buried in a man's chest, eating out his heart and lungs. Any other day it wouldn't have bothered me. But tonight it made me feel sick.

"I've killed people before," I said, quietly.

His head moved slightly, facing more in my direction.

"I've...eaten people before," I said.

"After seeing all of this, I could've guessed that," he said.

"Once a werewolf turns 20 they have a full moon ceremony for their first transformation. That's normally when the eating begins."

We laid there for a few minutes in silence, before I heard a howl from behind me. It was a signal that tonight's events were coming to an end.

"I need to get you to the hospital," I said as I slowly got up.

"Are you sure you can do that?" he sat up slowly, wincing in pain.

"Yeah, some of those guys brought their cars. I can drive you," I reached down, helping him up as slowly as possible. He wrapped his arm around my neck and began hopping on one foot as we made our way to a now ownerless car.

I helped him into the passenger seat and then got in, starting th he car and driving out of the beaten path of the woods. Eventually we arrived at the hospital and made our way inside.

"It's a clean break. You're going to be in a cast for the next few months," the doctor said. An hour passed and Steven's leg was all wrapped up in a white cast. I helped him back to the car and began driving back to our neighborhood.

As we approached his house I noticed a familiar figure sitting on the stairs of the front porch.

"(Y/N)!" the young voice rang out as he ran to me, meeting me at the sidewalk. Billy wrapped his arms around me, hugging at my legs due to his height.

"Hi, Billy! Happy Halloween! Look, I got to help your daddy inside, okay? He broke his leg," I said. Billy departed from the hug and looked into the car as I opened the door.

"Daddy, what happened?" Billy asked.

"I fell, Billy. I'm okay, don't worry."

I helped Steven up to the stairs. Billy opened the door and ran inside. Steven and I walked into the living room and I sat him down on the couch.

"Billy, go get changed out of your costume and I'll come up and tuck you in, okay?" I said. Billy nodded and sprinted upstairs. I sat down beside Steven and sighed.

"What a night," I mumbled.

Steven chuckled and then turned to look at me.

"That kid really likes you. He wishes you were his mom sometimes," Steven said.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what exactly happened to his mom?" I questioned.

"After tonight, do you really have to ask?" Steven said.

"I guess not. But I do have one more question."

"And what is that?" he asked.

"Would you kill me if I were your wife?" I asked, leaning in towards him.

"Marry me and find out," Steven said, pulling me up towards him and kissing me.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped in each others embrace until the voice of Billy called out from upstairs, asking me to tuck him in. I stood up making my way to the staircase. I paused and turned to look at Steven for just a second.

A werewolf babysitter and a faux-vampire principal hooking up. It's not how I expected my Halloween night to end, but I wasn't complaining.

Author's Note: And there it is! I've had this idea brewing for YEARS and I finally wrote it. I hope you guys enjoyed! I know it's not great and it's certainly not exactly how I envisioned it but that's fine.

Stay spooky my friends!

Until the next chapter, Morgan.

[olympain]

The world will get more Invincible in uh... late 2023.

[thunderkingzack]

Let's be honest we all wanted Eve to say this

[lacking-artdration]

WHO UP TRICKING THEY TREAT RN!!!!!!

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Did You Hear About the Morgans? 2009

[ma1dita]

heavy hitter

part one can be found here!

this was a request, find it here!

words: 3.5k (yall im so sorry)

summary: james potter x beater!reader James might’ve won the game, but he needs to let people know he has the girl too.

warnings: smut. minors DNI. afab!reader, p in v, pwp, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap) locker room sex, creampie, oral (m!receiving) reader is a brat… this is nasty don’t look at me (jesus tagging this is crazy)

a/n: …. what plot? i wanted to write angst again but got bored so… *jazz hands* erm…. this is my first smut fic, i’ll go crawl in a hole now

(posted 12/19/23 not edited will return)

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Hitting the shower was James’ chance of washing his anger away before seeing you again tonight. He always gave quidditch his 110% percent, but something animalistic rose out of him when he saw you get manhandled by Wilkins, his team keeper. And regardless of the Gryffindor win, he was planning to chew off his ear later, whether it be with extra laps at the next practice or a good ol’ fashioned wallop to the head. But this anger wasn’t due to a foul play, not even because you got hurt (your arm was clearly fine since you used it to swing your bat at Wilkins’ head after). What got James mad was the fact you ripped your jersey.

No, actually, it was definitely because of what happened after that.

He’s not the type of boyfriend to decline you showing a little extra skin, but any fantasy that entered his mind was quickly cleared away when he saw you re-emerge from the locker rooms wearing your teammate’s jersey. McGonagall said it would be the only way to let you play the rest of the game since there’s no magic allowed on the field, but ever the rulebreaker, James thought that was absolute bullshit.

He rinses the shampoo out of his mop of curls as he thinks about that tosser whose name he can’t even remember. The guy was way too eager to give you his jersey, flirting with you at practices and just not taking a hint. Everyone knew you’d been dating him for a while now, and of course, James knows you can handle yourself, but there are just some things he can’t let slide. Namely, assholes that can’t take a hint. Also, he was a benchwarmer at most. Cocky motherfucker.

Watching you fly around with some other guy’s last name on your back did terrible things to James’ ego. The blur of suds pool at his feet, circling down the drain as he takes a deep breath. He’s got it bad for you, but luckily you like him enough to call him yours.

The Gryffindor locker room was empty by now with everyone too eager to celebrate their win. It was his last year as team captain and at Hogwarts in general, so he should be right up there drinking with all of them, but James really needed to let off some steam.

“Babe?” Your voice calls from the doorway, echoing against the empty walls. Condensation drips off the door handle as you take a peek to see the one shower going in the corner. What was taking him so long? You saw the rest of the team leave without him and they were trying to drag you to celebrate with them, but with your boyfriend still drowning himself in the stall….

“Over here love,” he calls out, hearing your sandals clomp against the wet tile as you turn the corner.

“You almost done? We have a party to get to, Jamie.”

The falling water makes it a bit hard to hear you, so he pops his head out from behind the curtain and squints at your frame. You giggle and pull his chin closer for a few quick kisses.

“Is that your jersey?”

His lips feel so soft against yours as you get distracted, slipping your tongue into his mouth instead of giving him a proper answer. Godric you’re good at that. James’ wet hand quickly pushes the curtain open grabbing at your ass and tucking you against his naked body, soaking the front of you in the process. A muffled yelp escapes you as your body adjusts to the temperature and the feeling of his semi-hard dick against your front.

“No, coach still has mine and I have to return this to Steven after.” You say calmly, smiling against his cheek as he sucks at your neck. He would’ve enjoyed getting lost in the scent of your still-damp hair, but your statement makes him stop as he bites at your pulse point. A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing whatshisname’s jersey?”

James’s hands trail up your back to feel the embroidered letters against your back, and he swears his eye twitches. The incredulous look on his face makes you hold back your laughter.

“Steven. You know him! Don’t tell me this is a big deal for you, baby. You know I couldn’t magically fix mine during the game…”

Your hands trace down his slippery biceps as he unconsciously ruts against your belly, cock now at full attention from rubbing up against you. Your nipples are pebbled up under the material of the jersey, soaked from your less-than-innocent embrace, and he lifts a hand to brush over them, making you groan.

“Definitely not. I wouldn’t get jealous of a prick like him…” He scoffs, hands going back down to fist the fabric over your hips, “Not a big deal at all.”

“Mhmmm… I’ve got a way to make it up to you, even if it’s not a big deal.” You muse, fingers reaching to tease his swollen head as James exhales harshly.

“I’d hope this is a big deal for you, baby. Would want nothing more,” he breathes, pushing your back against the wall.

“You just want me to say your dick is big.”

The both of you laugh before he tugs the jersey over your head, ripping it in the process.

“James!”

He shrugs, burrowing his head into your breasts and lapping at your right bud. You moan, shoving your shorts down past your ankles before pulling his hair away from your chest.

“Mmmm…fuck, babe. I’m supposed to be congratulating you right now!”

Your hands push at his torso slightly as you fall to your knees, placing yourself onto your sandals. Gentle hands graze his thighs, as he feels your nose bump into his cock. The water hits James’ back perfectly, and the sensation of your hand pumping and sliding along his length makes him almost feral, shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“You played so well today baby… deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Your tongue slips out from behind your lips to lick the underside of his length, holding yourself there as you look up at him to answer. Droplets cascade down his pecs as he breathes heavily at the feeling, precum leaking from his cockhead. James hisses as you tap him against your tongue.

“Fuck, baby. Need your mouth right now.” He can feel you grin against his girth before his cock disappears into your mouth, hot and warm, and his instinct is to grab your hair. Goosebumps rise on the parts of him untouched by the shower. Your throat rumbles with a groan as you let him work himself down into your throat, the resistance waning as your jaw slackens. Cheeks hollowing, your lips retract with a pop.

“Like that, Jamie?” you say, reaching around to massage his balls as your tongue continues to play with the long vein that runs along the surface of his cock. It’s hard to fit all of him in your mouth, fingers barely able to wrap around it, much less the rest of you. His hand massages the part where your mouth hinges open, squeezing your cheeks around him as he fucks into you with a bated sigh.

“You always take me so well, baby. You can handle more, that’s it,” he pants, biting his lip as you concentrate real hard on letting him use you, the corners of your eyes watering. His heart is racing now as his hips piston to the noises that come gurgling from your throat and he almost slips before his reflexes help him catch the back of your head before it bangs into the stall wall. A loud moan sputters from around his cock as your eyes roll back, and the lack of oxygen makes you press your fingernails into his quads harshly.

He pulls out from between your lips, cradling your chin as the both of you catch your breath, coughing a little.

“You okay? Mouth so good I lost my footing.” All you can do is laugh hoarsely as he grins boyishly before you realize he’s not wearing his glasses.

“Can you even see me? S’bit cold down here, Mr. MVP.”

He pulls you up, strong hands lifting you at your armpits until you stand in front of him, reaching over to grab his glasses from the shower shelf. You slide them on as water sprays onto them slightly as he shifts, blinking at you in clearer vision.

“There’s my boy,” you whisper, cupping his jaw and slotting your lips between his once more. You could kiss James forever, all muscles and hard exterior, but everything else, his lips down to his insides feel and go soft for you. He groans lowly and it rumbles between the both of you, before the slick motions against your core remind you of something else that’s really hard right now.

“All for you,” he sighs, hands gripping onto your hips with a force that you think they’ll bruise tomorrow, and you love having physical reminders of him wherever you go. Huh, maybe he is jealous. And if not, he’s possessive. It makes your cunt pulse harder just thinking about it, your arousal helping his head slide nicely against your bundle of nerves and the softness of your stomach.

“I’m yours, you know that right?” Not replying, he instead inhales the sweat from your neck, following it with a dip of his tongue up towards your ear.

“James.”

Your boyfriend scoffs lightly, a small smirk on his face as he pulls your chin up to meet him at eye level. You’re so gorgeous like this, just letting him do what he wants to you. Always so reassuring of his needs. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip before you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around clean skin.

“Just feels like I have to remind you sometimes, pretty girl. Can’t let everyone walk around thinking you’re not mine.”

“I wouldn’t mind a reminder. Some marks would be nice too,” you grin, biting at his lip while your hands stroke him slowly, your own knees buckling in excitement.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Brat.” James hoists your legs over his hips, slamming your back into the wall as you squeak. Sandwiched between the warmth of his body and the cold of the shower wall, your eyes roll back as he eases his cock between your dripping folds, moans falling from your lips when he sinks into you, inch by inch.

His girth always has a way of stretching you open, and every time feels like the first as he taps at your thigh reminding you to take deep breaths. Fuck the party, you could stay here all night.

“Fill you up so nicely…we’re almost there, good girl.” His voice shakes, wanting to slam the rest of him straight into your cervix.

Your hands are gripping his shoulders until you finally feel him nudge the deepest parts of you, and you sigh when it all fits. Perfect.

“Always so big Jamie. Almost too much.” He kisses your cheek, hips starting to create a rhythm as he mutters into your ear.

“Not too much for my girl. Just perfect. Perfect pussy for this cock. All for you,” he grits, skin sliding and slapping as your thighs get pressed into your chest with the intense force he’s plunging into your guts.

“James, fuck….fuck you’re so deep! Feels so fucking good!” Filthy whimpers leave you and he loves the sound of your desperation when he’s inside of you like this. Too bad there’s no one else here to hear it. If Steven could only see you now.

“Such a good cunt for me to use. Only mine.”

He gasps for air as his feet slip against the tile once more, his heavy breathing fogging up his glasses, and his hold on you just as tight as your grip on his cock. Shit. His heart almost fell through his ass.

Your eyes open to see him struggling and a giggle escapes your mouth as you watch the stupid fucked out look on his face.

“How do people even fuck in the shower? This shit’s dangerous. Don't wanna maim the Gryffindor captain again.”

Your laughter sends jolts down to his throbbing shaft and he shakes his head with a smile, parting the curtain with one hand before carrying you still impaled on him towards the metal benches, placing you down softly.

“At least you finally admit it was your fault, baby. Could barely see straight for a week after.”

He wipes his glasses between his fingers before gazing at you lying across the bench, legs spread and ready for him. What a woman.

“And here I am hoping that when you’re done with me I won’t be able to walk for a week after,” you breathe, hands squeezing your tits as his pupils dilate further at the sight of you. What a fucking witch!

“Fucking hell, you know I love you, right?”

James positions himself over you, kissing your ankle as he sheathes himself back into your sex, resuming his brutal pace and hurtling you quickly towards your peak.

“Y-yes! Merlin, fuck I… looove you!” you wail, hips rolling to meet his and his balls strike your ass hard with each thrust. Your insides are being shifted around with him spearing your cervix like this and there’s nothing in this world that you could name that’s able to compare to how he makes you feel.

Your pussy contracts as he somehow nestles himself deeper, body trembling in this position as he throws your left leg over his shoulder, lips chasing your nipples trying to suck the life out of you, and perhaps that was his plan so you could forget anyone else but him.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, James. Don’t you fucking DARE!” you beg, clawing your way down his back, making him nip at you in pleasure as you draw pinpricks of blood.

The tight pressure of release starts creeping at your core, making you squirm under him but he pins your waist down harder to the bench, the metal leaving prints against your flesh. His hands press harder on your stomach, silently encouraging you to cum and you can feel the imprint of his dick bulging from inside your stomach.

“Don’t struggle for me baby, just let it go. I know you wanna cum…. That’s it.” James praises in a shattered breath, watching you writhe underneath him as he holds you close. Your legs are shaking as your vision goes black for a moment, cunt gushing with release and squirt coats his pubic hair as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You lay there, catching your breath as the stars clear from your vision, and you look up at him stroking himself to the sight of you coming undone.

“Sheesh, look at the mess you made. You okay?”

“More than okay, Jamie. Need you to finish the job,” you tease, toes grazing the skin of his hip and he slaps at your thigh with a smile.

“Insatiable minx. Turn around then, ass up f’me.”

You do as he says, getting on all fours and showing him the perfect round of your asscheeks, covered in milky residue from your recent orgasm, but you turn to look at him when he doesn’t come near.

“Babe?”

His locker clinks open as he pulls a fresh jersey out, walking back to you and guiding it over your head and arms as you smile, pecking his cheek. Your silly boy. There was no way you actually thought you hated him this time last year with how sweet he really is. His large hand grazes the embroidered patches now resting on your back, POTTER, in huge white letters, CAPTAIN, now resting at the base of your spine.

James’ eyes drift lower and he hums at the sight of you perched on the bench, dropping his face to your throbbing holes and taking a long swipe with the flat of his tongue as he savors your taste along with the sounds of your whining. From your swollen clit to the ring of your asshole he’s languishing in a flavor that’s so uniquely you, and he pulls back, smacking his lips.

“Scrumptious. How are you hotter with clothes on?” James grins, taking a playful bite of an asscheek before he slaps it lightly and stuffs you deep, without any further hesitation. Your sarcastic reply is lost in a moan that makes your toes curl.

He works you open onto his cock again, your back arching desperately to be as close as possible and his hand presses you down, sliding up your spine until his fingers curl around strands of your hair. Tits swinging until they’re crushed against the bench, your face is smooshed as you mumble pathetically in his grasp.

“What was that baby? Can’t hear you well…” He spits at you, and if anyone could see this they’d know he was enjoying the sight of you at his mercy. He grinds his shaft against your walls, ramming against your g-spot and you drool like a mindless plaything, greedy for his attention.

“Right…right fucking there, ohmygod!” His cock pummels your cunt deliciously, hands spreading your cheeks wide and the stretch is so good, perfectly stroking the need in your belly.

“You’re so needy, pretty girl. You love it like this, huh? Good thing I fuck you so well, right?”

Merlin, this boy can pull orgasms out of you as well as he plays quidditch. He’s the only person in the world you’d gladly submit and be this pathetically cockdrunk for. Good thing he's yours.

“Yes…yes! So good Jamie. No one can fuck me like you….”

The white-hot sensation digs at your insides as his fingers fall to your clit, rubbing at you just the way you like as shockwaves shake every crevice of your being. He's breathing over your neck, hot air puffing and elevating your senses before they shut down completely.

“Yeah? Then come on my cock again right now. Show me you like it that much. Now.”

Your arms give out, falling completely forward as your body jerks in searing pleasure, pussy fluttering around his cock once more, so intensely. Your hands flail behind you until they find his, and he's pulling you up against his hard chest as he bounces you onto his length and chases his high.

“Give it to me, please, please… I can take it!” You’re screaming now, at the intersection between pain and pleasure but wanting to make sure you can milk him for his efforts. James’ thrusts stagger as he leans his head on your shoulder, biting you as he cums hard.

“I know you can, baby. All yours…” he chokes out.

Thick white ropes coat your insides, wrapping you tight around him like a present until the excess seeps out to the base of his cock. You kiss his temple as James starts to regulate his breathing.

“Fuck. Fuck….” you drag out, the two of you more winded than you were playing the damn game.

“I still have to return Steven’s jersey,” you mumble, and James can’t do anything but smirk at the thought of the clueless boy standing outside your House's locker room while he fucked you senseless a few doors over. What a shame.

—

The two of you walk hand in hand into the Gryffindor common room to a crowd of students cheering for James. The party is well underway and many hands clap his now injured back, to which his grimaces make you bite back a laugh. Speaking of bites….

Sirius walks up to you with two cups of punch, wide grey eyes zeroed in on you wearing James’s jersey and the glaring red marks of your boyfriend’s teeth on your neck.

“Merlin. I thought you two would take time to celebrate on your own but did you fucking attack her?”

You both take the cups out of his hands, searing blushes on your faces and leave Sirius to his own imagination before James whispers in your ear that he’ll be gone for a moment.

“Okay, but hurry back, baby.”

A peck on the lips sends him on his way to walk straight towards that wanker–er, Steven with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Potter! Have you seen–” the dumb boy says eagerly, before James cuts in, “Yeah, my girlfriend couldn’t meet you earlier, sorry mate.”

His hand digs into the undetectable extension charm in his knapsack, pulling out a soggy, ripped jersey.

“We were kind of busy, but you know how to fix that don’t you? You’ll need it to keep you warm on the bench for the rest of the season after all.”

It plops sadly onto the floor in front of the guy, and James looks at him, hazel eyes conveying what he knows he doesn’t have to remind him anymore.

“Thanks again! Appreciate you looking out for my girl.”

He walks away from Steven, who’s sputtering sad excuses and your eyes meet his as James finds you near the drinks table.

“What did you do?” You say with a lifted brow.

“Nothing, pretty girl. Just making known what’s mine.”

—

"you are pressing against me

like i press flowers

against the pages in my book.

you are kissing my neck

and it feels like the start of forever.

i want to touch you until my palms burn."

-amirae garcia

taglist (OPEN): @jsjcue

[evolvingsidekick]

BD - winners where are they now (incomplete)

I think someone requested this somewhere

Most females and recent males because there are just too many to do rn

At companies:

Miriam Gittens (s2013): Gibney Company

Alyssa Allen (s2014): Ballets Jazz Montreal

Brianne Sellars (s2014): Dallas Black Dance Theatre

Ashley Green (s2015): Alvin Ailey American dance Theater

Payton Johnson (j2012, t2015, s2017): L.A. Dance Project

Vivian Ruiz (s2019): Ballet BC

Kelis Robinson (t2018, s2020): The Batsheva Dance Company; The Juilliard School

Kiarra Waidelich (m2016, j2018, t2020): Royal Flux Company

Quinn Starner (t2017): New York City Ballet Corps de Ballet

Emma Sutherland (j2014, t2016): MashUp Contemporary Dance Co.

Sarah Pippin (t2011): Ballet BC

Timmy Blankenship (s2017): Sydney Dance Company; choreographer

Brady Farrar (m2014, j2017, t2021): ABT Junior Company

Easton Magliarditi (t2020): Royal Flux Company

Graham Feeny (t2015): Artistic associate at Gibney Company

Logan Hernandez (t2015): Göteborgs Operans Danskompani

Zenon Zubyk (t2013): Nederlands Dans Theater

Jonathan Wade (j2011, s2016): Rambert Dance Company

Wyeth Walker (s2017): Rubberband Dance Company

Faculty/teacher/choreography:

Lucy Vallely (t2015, s2018): Broadway Dance Center, freelance choreographer

Jayci Kalb ( j2011, t2014, s2016): The Dance Centre; Radio City Clara 2010

Taylor Sieve (s2016): Jump Dance Convention

Jenna Johnson (s2012): DWTS pro, 24 Seven Dance Convention

Jazzmin James (t2012, s2015): faculty several intensives

Jaycee Wilkins (j2015): Club Dance Studio

Sophia Lucia (j2014): Dancelab OC

Brynn Rumfallo (m2014): Strive Dance Workshop (own project)

Talia Seitel (m2012): Project 21 (part-time)

Lex Ishimoto (t2014, s2016): Jump Dance Convention

at University/college:

Ellie Wagner (s2019): Ohio State University Dance Team

Ella Horan (s2021): USC Kaufman

Kayla Mak (m2014, s2021): The Juilliard School; Radio City Clara 2014, 2015

Brianna Keingatti (s2022): The Juilliard School

Julia Lowe (s2023): USC Kaufman

Ava Wagner (j2018): University of Minnesota Dance Team

Avery Gay (m2015, j2017): University of Arizona School of Dance

Leara Stanley (m2011): Duke University

Sam Fine (s2023): USC Kaufman; Young Arts 2022

Seth Gibson: The Juilliard School

Alex Shulman (s2022): New York University Tisch Dance

Joziah German (m2014, t2018, s2020): The Juilliard School

Joey Gertin (t2018): The Juilliard School

Professional dancer/choreographer:

Simrin Player (t2014, s2017): The Voice, Missy Elliot, Justin Bieber, RBD

Jaxon Williard (s2021): Rihanna, Madonna, Lil Nas X

D'Angelo Castro (j2012, t2016, s2019): DWTS troupe

Findlay Mcconnell (t2017, s2019): Tate McRace

Christian Smith (s2018): Tate McRae, NBC's Saved by the Bell

Keanu Uchida (s2014): Dancer the Musical; also a big advocate for protecting dancers and calling out inappropriate behaviour

Eric Schloesser (s2014): Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Dua Lipa, Billie Eilish, J Balvin; choreographer, creative director, designer; Dana Foglia Dance Company

Other/a combo of things:

Bianca Melchior (s2011): actor, dancer, singer; Nick Jonas, Alessia Cara, own music; faculty at On The Floor dance competition

Tate McRae (m2013, j2015, t2018): singer/songwriter

Bostyn Brown (j2016, t2019): Professional assistant at DanceOne

Megan Goldstein (t2017); dancer, photographer

Christina Ricucci (t2013): actor, musician, dancer

Bella Klassen (j2017): The Space, vlogger

Kalani Hilliker (j2013): influencer, teaching at several places (Danceplex, MBA)

Elliana Walmsley (m2018): influencer, DWTS Junior, Radio City Clara 2019

Diana Pombo (m2016): singer/songwriter, dancer, actor; Young Arts voice 2023+2024

Morgan Higgins (t2016, s2018): dancer, aerialist

Zelig Williams (s2013):dancer/actor: MJ the Musical, Hamilton

Daniel Gaymon (s2011): dancer/actor; Broadway (Cats, The Lion King); Hamilton national tour, La La Land

Ricky Ubeda (t2011, s2012): choreographer, actor; Steven Spielberg's West Side Story

Michael Hall (s2015): Saturday Night Fever the Musical, tv dancer in Cairo, Egypt; teacher

Julian Elia (t2014): Steven Spielberg's Westside Story, working on the development of a new Broadway musical

Sage Rosen (t2016): influencer; DWTS Junior

Ryan Maw (j2015, t2017): choreographer, dancer, actor: High School Musical: The Musical - The Series

Holden Maples (j2016, t2019): dancer, teacher, choreographer

Competing/not graduated honorable mentions:

Cameron Voorhees (m2018, j2021, t2023): Evolve Dance Complex; starting career as a teacher/choreographer

Crystal Huang (m2019, j2021, t2023): The Rock Center for Dance, Bayer Ballet Academy; Prix De Lausanne 2024, Young Arts 2024, Radio City Clara 2021

Hailey Bills (m2017, t2022): Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, DWTS Junior

Brightyn Brems (m2017): DWTS Junior

Avery Hall (t2022): Danceology; Young Arts 2023

Savannah Kristich (t2021): The Rock Center For Dance; Twyla Now

Savannah Manzel (m2020): Larkin Dance Studio, Radio City Clara 2023

Kya Massimino (m2021): Radio City Clara 2023

Ian Stegeman (m2019, j2021, t2023): Woodbury Dance Center, Young Arts 2024

[miahasahardname]

i’ve had this long list of td surname headcanons (and i guess some of them are nationality headcanons) for a while and haven’t done much about them, so…

here are each generation’s surnames! (except for rr since i’m not too confident about them)

gen 1:

harold norbert cheever doris mcgrady V

cody emmett jameson anderson

lindsay tyson

noah könig (german)

eva barta (czech)

izzy clark

owen fraser

trent evans-grant

gwen kennedy

heather ryeo

bridgette summers

leshawna simelane (south african iirc)

beth spring

devon ‘dj’ joseph

alejandro burromuerto (spanish)

sierra kauffman (german)

tyler wilson

ezekiel miller

courtney cortez (spanish, or from somewhere where they speak spanish primarily)

duncan butcher

katie wan (malaysian)

sadie peterson (originally was gonna give her a romanian surname but here is peterson)

justin kāne (hawaiian)

geoff jasper

gen 2:

josef ‘jo’ kaczmarek (Polish)

brick macarthur

anne-maria chahuán (chilean)

michele ‘mike’ russo

cameron corduroy wilkins

rudolph ‘lightning’ jackson

staci sterling

zoey gates

dawn oakwood

scott brackin (irish)

dakota milton

sam stevens

beverly ‘b’ jones

gen 3:

ella ito-courtemanche (japanese and french)

scarlett montgomery

max mayhem (yes. i’m actually giving him that as his surname. get sillyed)

jasmine reynolds

shawn tremblay

dave korrapati (indian, more commonly in telugu-speaking areas)

sky sanderson (i was a bit uhm. stuck with this one. i looked up ‘cree surnames’ but found only three. i went for this one but i’m still uncertain.)

amy martin

samantha ‘samey’ martin

topher mccann

rodney rogers

sugar silo

beardo mbomio (equatoguinean)

leonard howe

gen 4:

nichelle ladonna (italian)

bowie davis

emma fletcher

julia hartwell-hughes

priya khan (indian)

millie carter

chase boonmee (thai. it means ‘reliable, generous, loyal’. ironic)

raj ghosh (indian)

wayne watterson

mary-kate ‘mk’ yí (chinese. in honour of fai yí, my beloved)

damien reid

hezekias ‘zee’ guzman (argentinian (it means ‘good man’ which is what he is!!!))

rhinffrew ‘ripper’ bowen (welsh (WELSH RIPPER REAL))

caleb garcia (hispanic)

axel sanchez-guðmundsdóttir (hispanic(?) and icelandic. yes, apparently ‘axel’ is an icelandic name!)

[qqueenofhades]

is there a way that colonialism could have been done where it wouldn't be frowned upon by historians? I'm not trying to be condescending or rude or anything. I'm genuinely curious. People have traveled here to start a new life, and they need a place to settle. Honestly, my history is failing me. Did the pilgrims want more land than what they had and drove out the Natives that way?

Hooo boy. There is... a lot going on here.

Basically, and this is nicely as I can possibly say it, "people traveled here to start a new life and they need a place to settle" is straight-up white supremacist mythology about the origins of America and how it was established, and the fact that you're repeating it shows how successfully it has been integrated into what (little) history is actually taught. It's the same school of thought that presents Thanksgiving as a nice hand-holding meeting between the Puritans (the good guys! Founding America! Not at all religious extremists who had been kicked out of England for being, indeed, too religiously extremist) and the friendly Natives! Aww, so much fraternity. Or.... indeed, not so much.

If you are interested in learning how America was actually established as a settler-colonial country by white Europeans through mass violence, centuries-long genocide, and viciously and institutionally discriminatory legal and social measures, the terrible impact that this had on existing Native cultures and peoples, and how this was all retroactively justified and packaged in the narrative of "Manifest Destiny" and religious (Christian) triumphalism, I recommend:

Anghie, Antony. “The Evolution of International Law: Colonial and Postcolonial Realities”, Third World Quarterly (27), 2006, 739-53.

Bushman, Claudia. America Discovers Columbus: How An Italian Explorer Became an American Hero (Hanover, NH: University Press of New England, 1992)

Churchill, Ward. “The Law Stood Squarely On Its Head: U.S. Legal Doctrine, Indigenous Self-Determination and the Question of World Order”, Oregon Law Review (81), 2002.

Churchill, Ward. A Little Matter of Genocide: Holocaust and Denial in the Americas 1492 to the Present (San Francisco: City Lights Books, 1997).

Greenblatt, Stephen. Marvelous Possessions: The Wonder of the New World (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1992)

Hall, Anthony J. Earth Into Property: Colonization, Decolonization, and Capitalism (Montreal: McGill-Queen’s University Press, 2010)

Huhndorf, Shari N. Going Native: Indians in the American Cultural Imagination (Ithaca: Cornell University Press, 2002)

Morris, Glenn T. “Vine Deloria, Jr., and the Development of a Decolonizing Critique of Indigenous Peoples and International Relations” in Native Voices: American Indian Identity and Resistance (Grounds, Tinker, & Wilkins, eds.) (Lawrence, KS University Press of Kansas, 2003)

Newcomb, Steven T. Pagans in the Promised Land: Decoding the Doctrine of Christian Discovery (Golden, CO: Fulcrum Publishers, 2008)

Saito, Natsu Taylor. Meeting the Enemy: American Exceptionalism  and International Law (New York: New York University Press, 2010)

Tinker, Tink, and Freeland, Mark. “Thief, Slave Trader, and Murder: Christopher Columbus and Caribbean Population Decline”, Wicazo Sa Review (2008) 25-50.

[hpowellsmith]

Books of 2023

I was pleased to read lots of books this year! I greatly enjoyed the majority of these - the only one I wouldn't really recommend was Rated M for Mature - and the favourites are bolded. There were quite a lot of others that I didn't end up finishing, which were mostly memoirs of people who I felt interested in but didn't find their writing very compelling, and some second-world fantasy novels that didn't grab me. Most of this year's reading was historical, contemporary, memoirs, or horror: it was only towards the end of the year that I got some fantasy in there, which is funny as I've always thought of myself as a big fantasy fan - if anyone has any queer non-YA fantasy recommendations, I'd love to have them. The most recent new-to-me fantasy I loved was The Sacred Dark series by May Peterson, if that helps!

I was really happy to read Alison Rumfitt, Torrey Peters, Maya Deane, Lee Mandelo, EE Ottoman, and Brandon Taylor for the first time in particular, and look forward to reading more of them in the future; Ducks by Kate Beaton hit hard and stuck with me; Passion and Play is a massively illuminating read for anyone interested in writing intimate scenes in games and made me feel a ton more confident and intentional in doing so; I loved returning to and crying over old favourites Elizabeth Wein and Terry Pratchett after a very long time.

Detransition, Baby - Torrey Peters

A Perfect Spy - John le Carre

Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender

Lark and Kasim Start a Revolution - Kacen Callender

Youngman - Lou Sullivan

The Ministry of Unladylike Activity - Robin Stevens

Winterkeep - Kristin Cashore

Rated M for Mature: Sex and Sexuality in Video Games - Matthew Wysocki (ed.), Evan W. Lauteria (ed.)

Passion and Play: A Guide to Designing Sexual Content in Games - Michelle Clough

How Games Move Us: Emotions by Design - Katherine Isbister

Tell Me I'm Worthless - Alison Rumfitt

The Companion - EE Ottoman

The Pearl Thief - Elizabeth Wein

Real Life - Brandon Taylor

The Autistic Trans Guide to Life - Yenn Purkis, Wenn Lawson

The Enigma Game - Elizabeth Wein

Filthy Animals - Brandon Taylor

Gender Queer - Maia Kobabe

Ten Steps to Nanette - Hannah Gadsby

Terry Pratchett: A Life With Footnotes - Rob Wilkins

Ducks: Two Years in the Oil Sands - Kate Beaton

The Late Americans - Brandon Taylor

Wrath Goddess Sing - Maya Deane

Vivi Conway and the Sword of Legend - Lizzie Huxley-Jones

Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo

Slow River - Nicola Griffith (reread)

The Others of Edenwell - Verity Hollowell

Pageboy - Elliot Page

Brainwyrms - Alison Rumfitt

Uncomfortable Labels - Laura Kate Dale

The Easternmost House - Juliet Blaxland

The Two Doctors Górski - Isaac Fellman

Dark Matter: A Ghost Story - Michelle Paver

Charmed Life - Diana Wynne Jones (reread)

A Trans Man Walks Into A Gay Bar - Harry Nicholas

Going Postal - Terry Pratchett

Monstrous Regiment - Terry Pratchett (reread)

In Strictest Confidence - Craig Revel Horwood

[lacking-hydration]

the way the trick r treat comic draws mr wilkins sometimes makes me so normal.

bonus this shit that made me lose my gourd

[garadinervi]

bpNichol, (ca. 1982), TWO: Less Time, [«The Capilano Review», No. 31, Edited by editors Steven Smith and Richard Truhlar; North Vancouver, 1984], scored by jwcurry, (white plainfield broadside printed black photocopy), Canadian Small Change Association, Ottawa, May 12, 2011, Edition of 10 copies issued as part of MESSAGIO GALORE take VI, not released separately (performance by Roland Prevost, Carmel Purkis, jwcurry, John Lavery, Sandra Ridley and Grant Wilkins, City Hall Art Gallery, Ottawa, Jnuary 24, 2009, video here) [room 3o2 books, Ottawa. © bpNichol, jwcurry]

[movies-to-add-to-your-tbw]

Title: EXmas

Rating: NR

Director: Jonah Feingold

Cast: Leighton Meester, Robbie Amell, Michael Hitchcock, Kathryn Greenwood, Veronika Slowikowska, Steven Huy, Thomas Cadrot, Donna Benedicto, Daniel Bacon, Lucas Chadwick, Emily Schoen, Sofia Irene Worsley, Eleanor Walker, C.J. Wilkins, Brittany Hobson

Release year: 2023

Genres: romance, comedy

Blurb: When Graham decides to surprise his family by travelling home for Christmas, he is shocked to discover them already celebrating with an unexpected guest of honour: his ex-fiancée, Ali. The two exes battle it out to see who the family will pick to stay through Christmas Day...and who must go.

[polls-showdowns]

Best Poly Ship Round 2 Group 1

Here are the links for the round:

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker/Padme Amidala (Star Wars) V.S. Caleb Widogast/Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve (Critical Role)

Fezzik/Inigo Montoya/Westley/Buttercup (The Princess Bride) V.S. Eve Baird/Flynn Carsen/James Moriarty (the librarians)

Chel/Tulio/Miguel (The Road to El Dorado) V.S. Laudna/Imogen Temult/Fearne Calloway (Critical Role)

Leonard McCoy/Spock/James Kirk (Star Trek) V.S. Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast/Mollymauk Tealeaf (Critical Role)

Rilla of Exile/Lord Arum/Damien the Pious (The Second Citadel (Penumbra Podcast)) V.S. Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier/Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher)

Neptune/Venus/Jupiter (We Know the Devil) V.S. Kevin Ball/Veronica Fisher/Svetlana (Shameless)

Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood/Gerard Keay (The Magnus Archives) V.S. Piper Mclean/Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (Riordanverse)

Scott McCall/Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) V.S. Mark Grayson/Samantha Eve Wilkins/Amber Bennett (Invincible)

Jonathan Sims/Sasha James/Tim Stoker/Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) V.S. Jack Sparrow/Will Turner/Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark (MCU) V.S. Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee/Penny Polendina (RWBY)

Eliot Spencer/Alec Hardison/Parker (Leverage) V.S. Orym/Dorian/Dariax (Critical Role)

Twilight Sparkle/Rainbow Dash/Applejack/Rarity/Fluttershy/Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony) V.S. Aradia Megido/Feferi Peixes/Sollux Captor (Homestuck)

Mai/Ty Lee/Azula (Avatar the Last Airbender) V.S. Jack Rackham/Anne Bonny/Max (Black Sails)

Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Nydoorin/Jester Lavorre (Critical Role) V.S. Danny Fenton/Sam Manson/Tucker Foley (Danny Phantom)

Amethyst/Lapis/Peridot (Steven Universe) V.S. Caleb/Fjord/Jester/Beau/Yasha/Veth/Caduceus/Mollymauk(Critical Role)

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson (MCU) V.S. Casey Jones/April O’Neil/Donatello (TMNT)

[clonewarsarchives]

FINAL CUT! (#108, APR 2009)

A skilled editor with an impressive and highly diverse list of credits to his name, including CSI: Miami and Looney Tunes: Back in Action, Jason Tucker found himself working on the project of a lifetime when he was hired to piece together The Clone Wars. Words: Jonathan Wilkins

Star Wars Insider: How did you first come to hear about Star Wars: The Clone Wars project, and were you a fan?

Jason Tucker: Yes, I’m definitely a Star Wars fan, so I was very excited at the prospect of working on a Star Wars TV show.

I had a contact on a previous project I worked on called Looney Toons: Back in Action and he was helping producer Catherine Winder gather a crew for The Clone Wars, so he gave her my name. Catherine and Dave Filoni interviewed me one morning in L.A., it went very well, and here I am!

Do you think you need to be a Star Wars fan to work on the show?

It definitely helps to know certain aspects about Star Wars. As an editor, it’s very important to know its pacing and how the distinctive rhythm of Star Wars works.

Editing has been a very important part of telling a Star Wars story on screen. Is that something you have tried to recapture?

I would say that’s always on my mind in each show. On certain shows I like to capture the rhythm more of what you see in The Empire Strikes Back. Other shows I go for more of a Return of the Jedi style, and, of course, I emulate the style of the original Star Wars. It’s pretty much standard continuity editing and that to me is what we’re going for.

Dave Filoni mentioned he’d learned a lot working with George Lucas during the making of the show.

It’s been a real learning experience for me as well. I would say for both Dave and me, the first three to five episodes that we worked on were a learning curve. The editing style of George Lucas definitely comes through now. We’re off and running after having had that education.

Given George Lucas’ background as an editor, was it daunting taking on the title on the show?

I felt the weight of it potentially being daunting, but as we got into it, it was actually a very pleasurable experience to learn and to really get into the editing philosophy of what makes Star Wars. George was very amiable. He was very excited at the prospect of participating in the show and passing on his knowledge. I think he’s a natural teacher.

Were you ever advised to make things “faster and more intense”?

Yes, George said that a couple of times! I’ve learned from George how fast or slow a particular shot is relative to what’s around it and I think that’s a very important thing to know.

What do you think makes a good editor?

Whenever you’re editing you have to pay attention to details. You have to be the audience, because it’s really the last chance to change parts of the story. You have to pay attention to that inner voice as you scan the image and watch the initial rough cut, and you need to be able to pay attention to those certain little voices that hit you which say, “I don’t understand this, or I don’t understand that.” Acting on those voices is what makes a great editor. Sometimes you’re thinking, “Oh, well, that’s going to work!” That’s something that George wouldn’t let go, he would listen to that little voice and try to figure out what that means and why it doesn’t work, and that’s exactly what I aim to do every time I set out to edit the show.

Are there any other editing influences on the show?

Akira Kurosawa, for sure. The editing style of the show is basically the same style you’d get on a live-action show. All the same influences that are in the Star Wars movies are in the show as well. I would say that World War II movies are influences and Steven Spielberg’s Saving Private Ryan is definitely in there. What we’re doing is making these little features and miniature trilogies. The editing style obviously has to be slightly faster because we only have 22 minutes to tell the story, so we compress the rhythm and the pacing.

What’s the difference between editing live-action and animation?

Editing is about cutting and joining images together, and with live-action you’re handed a certain amount of what they call dailies and usually it’s anywhere from a 4:1 to a 10:1 ratio per shot. As an editor, the art and the craft is putting all the stuff together for your initial cut before you show it to the director. In live action you get a certain amount of time in order to do this, and the art is in choosing the takes and putting them in exactly the right spot, or whatever you deem is right. As far as animation editing goes, we’re pretty much creating everything inside the room. We have storyboards and layout, but basically we’re dealing with images that come in that are similar to dailies. My role is also like the role of a cameraman because I can choose to push in on a shot or pull out of it, speed it up or slow it down, blow it up or make it a close-up or a wide-angle shot. Those decisions that serve the story, the continuity, or the emotion of the scene can be replicated for another pass; you could never do that in live action. So I would say that the art, or the craft, of editing has expanded a bit in the animation realm.

Once you’ve got all the footage, how long does it take to edit an episode?

I think at one point I was juggling six episodes at once. On average I was working on about three. I would say it could take close to a month to six weeks to finish editing each episode. Six weeks in terms of just the story.

Do you work closely with each director?

Yes. I work with the episodic directors for a while. Then I’ll work with Dave for about a week, and then we’ll show it to George.

You must be pretty confident you’ve got it right at that point?

It’s basically your first cut that you’re showing. At the beginning, we were trying to secure the look of the show. Now each show has its own mind, with each one very different than the next.

Were there any episodes that were particularly challenging to work on?

Each one has its own challenges. I would say there hasn’t been one in particular that was more challenging than another.

Is there a big difference between how you go about editing an action-based scene compared to a character-based scene?

The point of editing is to make the transitions as invisible as possible. Accomplishing that becomes a little more problematic during an action sequence because you have to really look at the pacing. That’s where the craft is very similar to live action, because you’re dealing with similar issues in terms of telling the story. In a character scene you’re tied to dialogue. Dialogue-driven character pieces can be difficult as well because you’re constantly asking yourself, “Should you go in for this shot or should you stay back? Should you stay back in your wider shots or should you move the camera?” These are questions that I work with the directors to answer. At this stage in the editing room, we’re the audience, so we try to ask ourselves these questions. I consider myself an interpretive artist. I work with the director because I’m trying to fulfill their vision and get an idea of what they want. If a shot doesn’t work for you, just ask for something else: but with live-action you’d have to get all your crew together, and it would take an entire day to remount the shot.

Do you have a favorite episode?

I would say the Lair of Grievous is a great episode. I would say all the Ryloth episodes at the close of the season are some of my favorites. Trespass and Rookies are also great. I can’t really say there’s an episode that I don’t like!