#and one being Eva and Matt

[cheesecake-beech]

HEY BROS I'm in the mood to draw some hello kitty shit or even mario n MIIS FROM WII SPORTS/RESORT 😩😩😩 I'm prolly gonna go draw pictures and pictures of Matt AKJFHASJFSHADFGS/j I promise I'm still gonna do the ones in my inbox (like 2-4 lmao) But I'm in the mood for other things rn

I recently quite LITERALLY lost a friend because he realized I wasn't willing to draw for him for free anymore (r/choosingbeggars amirite?) and he literally wanted 10 drawings from me and 💀 that clown was deadass being a little disrespectful when we were in Client and Artist conversations. But when I told him I wouldn't do it for free and to message someone else clown straight up blocked me 🤡. But I wasn't upset? More relieved actually? Felt as though a HUGEASS weight was lifted from my shoulders because that creep was starting to get on my nerves 😭 made me SUUPER uncomfortable at times and deadass would only look at women and talk abt women because dude was begging for the frickle frackle 🤡🤡🤡 League of Legends players am I right?

BUT SINCE IM FREE OF THAT BURDEN NOW!! No longer having to worry about his DMs n shit, I'd like to spend my time drawing and doing other shit. haha Any requests or smthin? :O

[canthelpit0]

Jealous girl

Pairing: Chris x jealous!Reader

Wordcount: 5.1k +

Summary: where a girl from school, that you don’t like, somehow knows Chris. Your school life and private life collide, as you decide to make rash moves to get back at her, and teach her a lesson.

Warnings: smut, jealousy, rich kid!Reader, use of y/n, they’re seniors in HS, marking, possessive!Reader (if u squint), pet names, p in v, filming, creampie, unprotected

(A/N: ik I’ve been doing a lot of rich kid reader, but it’s just sm easier 😭 I'm sorry for any grammar errors, English is not my fist language. also, the song has like barely anything to do with the plot.)

I’ve been friends with the triplets for most of my life. We just click.

I’ve always had a slight crush on Chris, he’s the first one I met.

I was scribbling a drawing in kindergarden, sitting at a table all by myself, when Chris came up to me. He started to talk to me and rant about something, until he declared us friends.

We grew up together, went to the same elementary and middle school. But being a rich kid, my parents wanted me to go to a private high school for better education.

So now I go to a private high school in Boston, while the triplets go to Somerville high school.

At first I really didn’t want to go, since it was a private school with uniforms and all. But my parents weren’t letting up, and even threatened to send me to a boarding school in Switzerland.

So I reluctantly agreed.

There was this girl, Eva. Your basic blonde girl with green eyes.

Now, I never liked Eva’s friend, but that was years ago, and I don’t think they’re even friends anymore.

Anyway, me and Eva share the same AP European history class.

We don’t talk a lot though.

★ ★ ★

I walk down the hallway making my way towards the door. Today was a draining day and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

But I have homework and-

My thoughts are cut off as I stop in my track raising an eyebrow. There was chris, standing in front of the main entrance of the school.

“Y/n?” He asks excitedly. It’s like my brain pauses for a moment.

“Chris?” I ask back.

At this point I hadn’t seen Chris or his brothers in a month or so. I was too busy studying and they were busy with lacrosse.

I live in Boston at the border to Somerville. And Chris lives in Somerville. But my school is 40 minutes away from his by car.

He opens his arms and I gladly hug him. I sigh as we embrace, my eyes closing briefly.

“Why are you here?” I ask. After all, Chris, to my knowledge didn’t have a drivers license and no reason to be here.

“Well, you know Eva? Well I gave her my jacket a week ago and I came to pick it up since she goes to your school-“ He rants, his words come out fast and jumbled by how excited he is to see me.

“How do you know Eva?” The words come out sassy. And honestly if i wasn’t hyper aware of the fact that we’re on school grounds I’d slip in a swear word.

“Well a week ago I was out in Boston shopping with Matt and Nick and this girl came up to me asking for my jacket since she was cold. Just out of nowhere” he starts to rant again, but I don’t even have half the mind to interrupt him.

After all, this felt like two of my separate worlds were colliding. And I didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t seem to dislike her like I did, wich only made me despise her more.

“And you gave it to her? A stranger?” I raise an eyebrow a huff leaving my lips.

I sound more sassy than I intend to, but I can’t help it.

Students walk past us slowly. Being in a private school most people loved it here. They weren’t pushing to leave.

We stand at the side of the main entry, still inside.

“Yeah. She asked for it” he sasses back, matching my attitude. Yet his smile stays big on his face and I could tell he wasn’t serious.

“What if she stole it?” I roll my eyes looking back up at Chris who had a few inches on me.

“That’s what I said too.” He agrees dramatically. “So she offered to give me her snap and told me she’d give it back to me next opportunity she got.”

That seems a bit dumb to me. She’s rich, she could just buy a new jacket if she’s outside and cold.

“You’ve been talking?” I question. I cringe slightly at the jealous tone lacing my words but Chris doesn’t seem to pick up on it.

“Yeah” he chirps back happily.

Oh so now they were snapping too?

He sticks out like a sore thumb. The way he carries himself, the way he smiles and acts, is just a dead giveaway that he does not go to a private school. Let alone, the fact that he’d not wearing a uniform like everyone else walking out right now.

Some people give us weird looks, but most don’t even care.

I purse my lips, if my day hadn’t been bad already, it was definitely ruined now.

The problem wasn’t that he had friends, other than me. But the fact that I knew her and knew how much of a Bitch she is, and how he can’t realize that.

The fact that he knew that she goes to my school, and that i probably know her, But didn’t even bother to mention it to me.

“You know what class she has right now?” He asks me. He actually has the nerve to.

“No.” I roll my eyes. Honestly I couldn’t care less. I only share that one class with her.

I turn on my heel to walk away, but before I can he grabs my elbow pulling me back slightly.

“Please don’t leave?” He asks sweetly.

I huff yanking my arm out of his grasp. Sure it could be awkward standing in front of the main door, obviously not going to this school looking like a lost puppy. But it’s Chris, he’ll survive.

“Chris, I have shit to do”

that’s a lie. I don’t have anything planned today. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

“Pretty please??” I huff turning back around. I stand next to him, my arms crossed as I scan the people leaving the building.

“Cute uniform you got there.” He says licking his lips slightly as he looks over my body.

I was wearing the green plaid skirt. And a basic white, collared button down. Along with the schools signature green cardigan and the tie.

I had so many layers on it was crazy. Since it was a more chilly day in Boston I had my tights on, but under the tights I had Thermo leggings on to keep me warm.

Honestly if people at public schools think the dress code is strict they should go to a private school for a day.

Once three buttons from the top of my collared shirt were unbuttoned and I was dress coded for it.

Atleast the skirt wasn’t horrendously long.

It could still be considered a mini skirt if you squint.

“You say that every time you see me in it” I scoff. I can’t help the fact I’m being sassy, I’m just in a horrible mood.

“I mean it.” He answers.

But before i can respond I hear an annoying voice from in front of me. “Hey Chris.” I turn my head to look at Eva.

The bitch is smiling wide. She was wearing the khaki skirt and the navy blazer with the black tights.

I purse my lips. God I wish I could dress however I want to for school.

“Hi Eva.” Chris greets her with a hug.

I physically try to hold back a scowl. They talk about something and I drown Out Eva’s pitched, bitchy tone.

Of corse Chris wouldn’t pick up on the flirting. But I see the way she smiles at him. The way her eyes trail over his face and linger at his lips for too long.

And I don’t know why I’m getting all territorial, but I guess I’m scared that Chris won’t have time to hang out anymore if he starts dating.

Either that or I just know how much of a bitch she is and I could treat him better than she ever could.

“Y/n this is Eva, Eva this is y/n” Chris makes us shake hands. He introduces us like we don’t know each other.

She chuckles at the silly gesture. She doesn’t hate me and I don’t hate her either. I just don’t like her, and the way she acts.

I’m rich, sure. And I’m more wealthy then her, but atleast I don’t act like a brat.

We start to walk, with them chatting, and me just trailing behind them.

We get to Eva’s car, she’d said something about driving him home or something. Does this girl know he lives like more than 40 minutes away?

My skin crawls at the thought of them being together in her car for that long. All alone.

“Chris come here” I wave him over for a second. Eva doesn’t question it instead going on her phone.

He walks over to me. I grab him by the shoulder to pull him down as I whisper in his ear. “You always pick the worst people to befriend.”

I let go of him. He groans rolling his eyes. His past two friendships with girls he befriended had ended horribly. But it was so predictable.

“Y/n/n. Come on” he scoffs. I turn to walk away to my own car to drive home.

Until he grabs my arm again pulling me back. “Can we talk.” He mumbles his arms wrapping a round my torso his chest pressed against my back.

“Not now.” I huff pushing myself off of him slightly. He wasn’t holding me tightly so I get out of his grip fairly easily.

“Y/n” he huffs.

“Don’t start.” I sass at him. I clench my jaw. I feel disappointed but not surprised. Eva wasn’t the type to show guys she’s interested in just how bitchy she really is.

“I gotta go, have fun.” I smile at him sarcastically. I let my smile drop as fast as it had appeared finally walking away from them.

But when I glance over my shoulder he’s already standing next to her smiling down at her.

★ ★ ★

The whole week after she found out I knew him, she’d constantly call him, and be around me and tell me stuff about him as if I didn’t know.

She’d sho me pictures of them together, she’d tell me jokes that I’ve heard before.

It was just the same old recycled bullshit.

He’d told her that we’ve known each other for basically forever. Why the hell was she talking to me like I didn’t know him?

That weekend I went over to the triplets house like I usually do, ready to sleepover.

I was in nicks bedroom talking to him.

“God, Chris always has terrible friends. And he needs to stop talking to everyone he sees.” Nick says with an eye roll.

This was our weekly complaining session.

“I know right, he befriended some girl from my school-“ I’m cut off by Nick.

“Eva?” I nod.

“I met her a few days ago and she’s so annoying.” He agrees slapping my arm a few times as he gets worked up.

“Right.” I scoff agreeing with him.

“And she totally has a thing for Chris.” He rolls his eyes hard.

I purse my lips. Good to know that I’m not delusional and that someone else sees it too.

After that the conversation topic shifts until Nick is ranting about some random TikTok song, and about how it’s obviously written to go TikTok viral and whatnot.

★ ★ ★

“Where are you gonna sleep tonight?” Nick asks, lying flat on his back, on his bed.

I slept over almost every weekend. And usually I’d rotate between whose bed space I’ll take up.

It is Friday, I always come over Friday after school. And then I stay until Sunday. And Sunday afternoon I go back home.

I always stay over on the weekends unless I have like an upcoming exam or something.

“Uhm.” I pause. I should sleep in Matt’s room tonight. But I want to talk with Chris more.

“Chris” I state. Nick doesn’t even question it.

The last time I’d slept over was over a month ago. and while sure, we did hang out in the past month, I spent all my weekends studying.

Nick had no mind to question me. He couldn’t care less. I could tell he’d missed me, and knowing I was sleeping over was comforting no matter where I slept.

We talk for a bit more until I stand up and pick up my overnight bag. I hug Nick and tell him I’m gonna head to Chris’ room.

We really need to talk about making good friends, and who to not befriend.

Because it keeps happening that Chris will pick out the shittiest people to befriend. And god it’s so irritating having to listen to him complain after they ‘betray’ him.

I walk upstairs to Chris’ room and unceremoniously swing the door open.

Once the door opens I’m immediately greeted with the sight of the pale pink LED’s on. There he was laying on his bed laying ON his side his phone up to his face.

“Oh hi y/n” he smiles at me briefly before going back to staring at his phone.

Chris usually called me any nickname under the sun before calling me my actual name.

Eva’s piercing voice echos out of the phone speakers making my expression sour immediately.

“Hi y/n” she says loudly. I can’t help the eye roll.

“Chris.” I hiss under my breath my eyes narrowed in a glare. He glances back at me his lips pursing in mild annoyance.

He tells her he’s got to go and that he’ll call her back. Chris then hangs up, slightly sitting up, his back pressed against his head bored.

I walk in fully, now closing the door behind me.

I put my overnight bag on his desk.

“I think she likes you.” I say simply my lips tugged into a straight line.

He huffs a laugh as if he thinks I’m joking.

I look over my shoulder, observing the grey sweatpants and white wife beater combo.

He crossed his arms staring back at me.

“I’m dead serious.” I say flatly. “Ever since she found out that I know you, she’s been coming to me in breaks and talking about you like I give a fuck.”

He poked his tongue into his cheek his expression falling flat “you’re serious?” He asks his voice painfully monotone.

“Of corse you didn’t realize” I roll my eyes turning back to look at my backpack.

“Whatever” I roll my eyes. I grab my make up bag that I always had in his room and I walk out the room to the bathroom to take off my make up.

After a few minutes I come back to see him on his phone again.

“Shit you’re right.”

Chris breathes out not even looking at me just saying that. He was going through previous messages only now seeing the underlying flirtation in her choice of words.

I raise my eyebrow at him before it registers what he is saying.

“I know” I say simply.

“How do I let her down slowly?” He asks his eyes finally going up to meet mine. His blue eyes only seem more exaggerated under the pink LED lights.

Before walking away from the door I lock it, he sends me a questioning glance but ultimately doesn’t say anything.

“You know, like how do I tell her I’m not interested, without saying that?” He adds still looking at me.

I walk up to the side of his bed.

I then roll my eyes getting on the bed. I sit next to him my back against the headboard as well.

We’re both quiet, the air in the room thickening. I can practically feel my skin burning up.

“How about you make a bold statement?” I break the silence after a moment.

Before he can respond I turn and get on his lap. My eyes are dark as I Simply sit on his thighs.

His hands go to my waist out of instinct. My arms wrapping around his neck.

He huffs out a breath his cheeks tinted a slight red. “What? you wanna make a sex tape or something?” He rolls his eyes.

I roll my eyes back at him. “That would be bold, but I don’t want her to see your dick.”

“Ooh possessive?” He teases. Chris unconsciously squeezes my side making me whine under my breath.

He chuckles at the sound, but before he can comment on it I’m speaking again. “I was thinking hickey , but if you want to fuck so bad then-“ I cut myself off.

“We can do both” he assures.

I lick my lips. And before I know it I move his face with my hand tilting his head to the side. My lips touch his jawline. I kiss down his jawline to his neck before I start to suck harshly.

He lets out a harsh breath his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“Easy ma, you got all the time In The world.”

Ma. I genuinely don’t know where he heard that, but at some point he just started calling me ma or mama.

Like I said, he used every pet name under the sun, before saying my actual name.

I pull away for a second my eyes scanning the small purple bruise on his neck.

“No.” I breathe out harshly before starting to peck his neck again. Until I bite down, relatively low on his neck close to the other hickey.

I bite hard, making sure my teeth print would be there while also sucking another hickey into his skin.

He hisses at the harsh feeling, his hands clenching and unclenching on my waist. He doesn’t stop me tho. Quite contrary, I hear a few whines leave his mouth. His sounds sounding borderline like moans.

I pull away admiring his neck.

I move the strap of his wife beater to the side, kissing down his collarbone. I suck more marks into his skin, until I deem it enough.

“You wanna tap this, handsome?” I tease , my eyes meeting his pale blue ones.

His eyes are half lidded and his pupils blown out in pleasure.

It’s really late by now. It’s dark outside. And the light pink LED lights make his blue eyes look even bluer.

“Please?” He asks sweetly his tone feigning innocence.

I can feel the hardness press up against my clothed core. I grin back at him, my eyes dark in lust and half lidded like his.

I cross my arms and tug off my t shirt. I throw it to the ground, letting Chris Bask in the sight of my bra covered chest.

The lust radiating off of him only seems to double.

“So pretty.” He coos. And before I know it he’s leaning forward and kissing my chest.

He glances up at me through his lashes and mumbles against my skin. “Can I leave hickeys too?”

I chuckle at the question. It really didn’t matter for me. My schools dress code is strict and I would have to cover them up anyway.

“Under the neckline” I nod simply. And before I realize it he’s sucking on the tender skin of one of my boobs.

He licks and sucks at the skin, half my boob covered in his saliva now.

I tug in his top. He groans against me, obviously not wanting to pull away. But he eventually does, I pull the wife beater over his head and throw it to the floor.

His hand goes up to cup my other boob while he kisses down from my collarbone to my chest and then sucks another hickey at the top of it.

I card my hand through his hair while I don’t bother pulling him off. He lets me stroke his hair moaning into my skin.

He pulls away, his eyes even darker than before. his hair now messy as well.

I get off of him. He groans at the loss of contact. I can see he’s about to complain. But before he can, I start to undo my pajama pants and slide them down.

My black lacy thong and my black lacy bra match.

Chris had made fun of me for wearing such ‘slutty’ underwear before. After all whenever I showered here I left some of my clothes, namely my underwear, here.

I had my own little section in Chris’ closet filled with my panties and bras.

“Fuck.” He breaths out closing his eyes briefly and then opening them again as if checking if he was seeing things.

He starts to shift and tug down his own sweatpants. He eagerly tugs them off along with his boxers letting his cock spring free.

My mouth quite literally waters at the sight of his hard dick lying flat against his stomach.

He lays down flat on his back looking to his side to look me in the eyes.

“Please ride me ma.”

He says in such a pleading and whiny tone, how could I say no to that.

I walk past his bed to his desk and pick up my phone from where I’d put it.

I walk back tugging the thong off swiftly. I get on top of him straddling his torso. I grind myself against his dick, feeling it glide between my wet folds.

I tug on my bra trying to get it off. And when I finally do, it’s also discarded quickly.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous mama.” He sighs looking at my boobs, both of them having small hickeys on them.

He puts his two hands on my waist lifting me slightly. He trails one hand down to my folds examining my pussy.

I feel him push his middle finger into my cunt abruptly to wich I moan.

He hums as if he was thinking. “So tight baby.” He coos his second hand on my waist caressing my skin gently.

“Gotta stretch this pussy out. We don’t want it to tear do we?” Chris asks sarcastically, obviously joking.

I lick my lips and let out a dry chuckle. His girth really did look painfully big. Atleast for what I was used to.

It wasn’t like he was that big, but it was definitely well above average.

I hand him my phone so he can start recording and that’s just what he does. He uses his hand from my waist to film this.

The camera pointing right at my pussy. He pushes a second finger in, briefly finger fucking me and scissoring his fingers to stretch me more.

“So fucking soaked.” He groans under this breath.

Chris takes his fingers out of me grabbing his hard dick and jerking it for a second. I lift myself and he positions it at my cunt, while also making sure to keep the camera at the right angle.

I push myself down letting out a breathy moan.

His hand, that’s not holding my phone, goes to my waist to steady me.

I suddenly push myself down on him completely. I whine loudly, my body jerking forward at the impact. He groans at the feeling of being balls deep in me.

“You okay?” He asks rubbing my waist gently in comfort.

“Yea” I breathe out my eyes closing as I try to get used to the feeling.

My legs are already numb and I’m already questioning why I’m on top.

I start to slowly bounce myself on him. He watches through my phone, his eyes glued to where we connect, seemingly fascinated by the sight.

“So tight for me.” He breaths out harshly trying to hold back loud groans. He was painfully aware of the fact that his siblings and parents were home.

I start to bounce on him more listening to him shower me in praises and compliments.

“Fuck.” His eyes stay trained on the phone screen, but he occasionally glances up to look at me.

I start to ride him harder the compliments and praise only making me wetter.

“God, come on, get yourself off on my dick like the slut you are.” He huffs. His free hand lightly on my waist to help me steady my movements.

He tries not to be too loud, both for the camera and because everyone is home.

I lean forward slightly and take my phone from his grasp.

I film his face and his reactions now.

His hands go to my waist slightly squeezing my skin as I start to rock my hips harder.

“Good boy, be quiet yeah.”

I feel the knot in my stomach tighten threatening to snap. The constant hit to my sweet spot is so overwhelming, and before I know it I’m releasing on his dick.

my hands are shaky but my phone is still angled at him, catching his mouth dropping in pleasure.

I clench around him letting out soft whines and moans, while Chris uses his hands to make me grind on him.

After a second when I calm down he grins. Chris holds his hand out for the phone that I give to him. He lifts me slightly to show the Camera the white circle my cum created around his length.

He makes no move to switch our positions so I just grind into him.

Chris turns the recording off and puts my phone on the nightstand. His hands find their way to my hips holding me tightly.

But before he can switch our positions like he was lplanning to, his phone starts ringing.

I glance ova seeing Eva as the caller ID. I roll my eyes. I feel pretty over stimulated already, but I want her to know.

“Pick up.” I demand under my breath. Our eyes meet for a moment but he eventually complies.

He leans over and takes his phone, picking up the call with a frown.

As soon as I hear her annoying voice i start to ride him again, making sure that the slapping sounds are loud enough.

He tries not to groan at the movements, trying to keep himself together.

“Eva, uh” he pauses his eyes locking with mine once more. He can’t help it when his free hand on my waist urges me to go harder.

“I’m kind of busy right now”

But she doesn’t get the hint and questions him. “Too busy to talk to me?”

Fucking pick me.

“Yeah well” he lets out a soft groan, pulling the phone away so she doesn’t hear it too well.

She starts to yap about some unimportant shit. Chris puts the phone on the side of the bed sitting up.

I stop moving due to Chris harsh grip. He pulls me off and flips us around.

I grab the pillow re- adjusting it so the side of my face is buried in it, my ass up for him.

He grins a soft slap echoing through the room. He kneeds my ass trying to smooth the pain of the slap.

He spreads my cheeks and pushes himself back in. He immediately starts up a harsh and fast pace fucking me into the pillow.

“Are you having sex right now?” Eva questions sounding like a brat who was just denied a toy

He leans over for a second picking up his phone. “No I’m not, why would you think that” he scoffs continuing his relentless attack to my sweet spot.

My core throbs around him, clenching to try and suck him back in.

“Oh my god you are-“ before she can rant about god knows what, Chris hangs up the phone.

He scoffs his grip in my waist tightens as he continues to forcefully pull me back on him.

He goes to the camera app on his phone starting to film once again.

He admires the way his entire length disappears into my tight cunt, and the way he has a white ring around the base of his cock from my previous release.

He picks up pace even more, if that was even humanly possible, until I feel like im going to cum again.

I turn my face and burry it in the pillow trying to muffle my noises. Because honestly I’d be surprised if the whole house didn’t already know what we’re doing.

“Close” I whine out between incoherent moans.

“Me too ma. Hold it for a bit, yeah?” He says sweetly his harsh actions not so sweet.

“Where do you want it?” He keeps glancing between the camera and me, sometimes angling the camera to show my back and the back of my head too.

“Inside” I whine. And that mildly catches Chris off guard.

He only picks up pace tho, his palm meets my butt again, in a harsh slap. I moan at the feeling. “Come on come for me” he demands.

And before I know it the knot in my stomach snaps once more my thighs shaking and my cunt clenching a round him.

The Camera is focused on my cunt. His thrusts get more sloppy and messy until he gives me one last harsh thrust.

Chris releases into me, filling me up to the brim and stuffing me.

We both stay like that for a moment to catch our breathes.

He stops the recording and throws the phone next to me, onto the bed.

He trails his hand over my ass and lower back, before gently grabbing my hips and pulling out.

He lets out a breath seeing his length covered in our combined juices, and me leaking.

He pushes me on my side slightly, so I’m laying down fully. I sigh turning my face into the pillow my arm under it.

“You okay?” He asks softly. Chris kisses my shoulder softly.

I just realized that we hadn’t kissed once. This entire time, his lips hadn’t been on mine not once. And I don’t know if he did that on purpose or not.

“ m’ good” I sigh closing my eyes briefly.

I nuzzle my face into the pillow, breathing out. I blink my eyes open again sighing.

I feel his eyes burn into the side of my face.

“Were you jealous?”

My eyes shoot open and I turn my head slightly to look at him. “About what?” I say simply playing dumb.

“Why do you not like her.” He asks again.

“I never liked her.”

“Right, and you don’t like that she likes me.” He states simply.

I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself” I huff and nuzzle my face into the pillow.

“You literally have my cum inside of you right now, ma.” He huffs in response.

I purse my lips burring my face harder into the pillow.

“I like that.” He says again making me look back at him. Chris is looking down at me with a sweet smile

“What?” I ask and look at him from the corner of my eyes.

“That you’re jealous.” Chris replies, his smirk ever so cocky.

“Why would I be jealous?” I huff, replying sarcastically.

“Don’t deny it ma. I think it’s cute.” Chris chuckles. He grins down at me victoriously. He lays down next to me staring into my eyes.

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A/N: this was so fun to write lmao. sorry for not posting in the past few days, I was just busy with school and didn't have the motivation to write. Feel free to to send me stuff my req and asks are open <3

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But also we got nominated for a GLAAD award for our Fire and Ice episode + talk about our many characters and episodes with LBGTQIA+ rep!

IM SUFFERING FROM EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH I DIE LOL

ᴵ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʷᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᶦᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᵃʰᵃ. ᴵᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ ᵖᵒˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᶦˡˡᶦᵒⁿ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ... (sorry for the copy paste-y lmao)

I came on the show as a wee revisionist and one of the first things I talked to Ben and Matt about was EVA and I said that it was grandpa anime lmao. Eventually I slithered my way into being a board artist where our Creek dads allowed me to go buck wild with their OCs. 

Why they trusted me is a mystery I will not challenge.

I was able to write and say so much I wouldn't even dreamed would make it to TV.

 Never in my life did I think we'd write about a Filipino family or writing an ep about young love based off my high school (cringe) experience writing fanfics about our sonic & KH OCs. Sorry my old friends in HS. I wonder if they’ve noticed..

Being on Craig I learned SO MUCH. It altered my brain chemistry on how to approach writing, art, and a bit of myself as well. I was allowed to be open, wild, honest, and vulnerable. Its great to not have been told no... at least for half the things I pitched lmao

There are many episodes left for yall to see! If you think what you've seen already was great, get ready to get your socks ass blasted off. Every episode you can feel the crew putting all they can into this show! Writers, Designers, Painters, Production, Animation... EVERYONE!!!

Its too powerful! Its so beautiful!! Its kinda amazing!!!

AND LOOK WE GOT NOMINATED FOR A GLAAD! LETS GO!

I love the Creek, I love the crew. I got to work with some of the most caring, kind, talented, and amazing people in this industry. Truly the best years of my career... no! My life!! Thank you, Wish us LUCK, and I hope you enjoy the show! See ya later space cowboys~

[codename-adler]

Can I ask for some PiP information on Eva Josten and/or Matt Dan and Her?

so sorry anon for the delay!!! but be proud of me bc i wanted to crack down on Baby Girl, Good Luck and instead chose to focus on you!!!

>>> Dan, Matt & Her under the cut

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: Eva Josten

There was an idea… to bring in a remarkable spy-assassin… to see if she could become something more… so when they needed her… she could kill the one person they never could… The Butcher’s son, Nathaniel Abram Wesninski.

Enter the Butcher’s daughter: Aleksandra Eva Wesninski. 

Lost to Mary, not even remembered by her own brother, the little Wesninski is on a mission, one she was raised for, one she did not choose, but one she damn sure is embracing now that goddamn Nathaniel has ruined everything. His death would be sweet, sweet ambrosia to her. If she had to dispose of all the other puny sports junkies along the way, she would. Where her own father had failed, where Lola Malcom, Riko and Ichirou Moriyama, and Stuart Hatford had fallen short, she would rise up to the occasion and annihilate the stupid bastard. She would die, not trying, but succeeding. Such was her purpose.

xxx

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: Dan, Matt & Her

Dan x Matt x FOC ot3 AU

New Fox recruit (20F) has had a baby recently whose father she claims was another student in her year (lie);

She kept playing Exy until (X) months and with prowess at that;

Kevin is wildly against picking her (somehow she reminds him of his mother) and thinks a team like the Foxes isn't for babies (like every other team) and that a mother like her isn't for the Foxes;

Dan isn't bothered by the recruit's background and baggage but she does wonder why Wymack pushes so much for her;

Abby convinces Kevin and Dan;

The recruit will live at Abby's with her baby as long as it's viable;

Abby will help take care of the baby; she is quite excited despite the circumstances because she has a really, really good feeling about the recruit and the potential she has to bring the team and Wymack closer together;

Dan isn't very comfortable with the baby and the recruit when they arrive, because they remind her too much of her own background and the adult position she has been forced into at a very young age;

The recruit looks up to Dan so much, though, she can't quite avoid all contact

Andrew very much steers clear of the recruit and her baby despite finding them interesting somehow, and them drawing him in for reasons he can't explain (yet);

Neil is traumatized just at the perspective of having to captain the recruit and being in the same room as a live baby; it's almost enough to make him run away again (almost);

Kevin is very stupid about the whole thing, but the least afraid of the Kandreil triad, and his stupidity ends up being endearing (with the baby, not with the recruit);

Renee & Nicky are the most excited of the Foxes, and also the most apt to babysit;

Aaron really doesn't give a flying fuck about the baby, which is why the baby likes him so much; Katelyn, reasonably, really doubts the safety of having a pregnant-until-recently recruit on the Foxes' roster, and of having the Foxes trusted with a baby, which is why she's relieved when Aaron's got baby-duty, but also pissed he has to have another weight added onto his shoulders; she watches the situation from afar but very much disapproves; she bonds a little with the recruit, tries to help her at times, but sets clear boundaries about 'no babies';

Allison buys a shit ton of baby clothes so as to avoid baby-duty, which she couldn't care less about, as does she for the recruit herself;

And Matt... Matt doesn't really concern himself with the baby nor the recruit until /incident/, because despite each Fox having an opinion, it is mostly Abby (and Wymack) taking care of things when the recruit absolutely can't (and she's doing the absolute most);

Matt tries to support Dan as best as he can, which means a lot, lot, lot of talking about the recruit, which means Matt knows exactly when things start to get personal for Dan, knows the exact moment when Dan falls;

Which means he doesn't even notice himself falling for the recruit as well;

Dan falls first and Matt falls harder.

Basically I wanted the Foxes to have a baby but didn't want to do that to any of them, so I created my own OC and then rocked her shit in a very bad way. As you can see, I have not much (if anything at all) figured out. Title is temporary, just a file name. The OC isn't fleshed out (i know how she gets there, idk wtf she does after that) nor baptized, her baby isn't named or gendered either, I don't know what major incident pushes Dan and Matt to really care, I don't know how Serena Williams or Alyson Felix did to compete while pregnant/recently pregnant but I'm looking into it, and...yeah. I also wanted to explore Matt and Dan's characters, and relationship, because I feel they are wildly underrated and swept aside in fics as just the lovey-dovey couple, and I thought, 'Wouldn't it be wild if the most established couple of the Foxes suddenly got with a 3rd partner?' and thus this idea was born (like someone else's baby I know...) Enjoy this shit show!

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Hen Party

Neither Antonio or I wanted a hen party or stag do, but our friends insisted that we at least do something, so 8 months after we got engaged we all head to Mollys for a few drinks. 

"What will it be?" Herrmann asks me and Antonio behind the bar 

"I'll have a beer. YN?" Antonio looks at me 

"I'll have the same" I tell Chris while balancing Lucas on my hip. Herrmann hands Antonio and I our drinks, Toni takes them and we find a table to sit at. I place Lucas on my lap and give him a place mat to play with 

"So how does it feel? Next week your going to be a Dawson" Gabby says sitting across from us with Matt, both cradling a beers

"Any wedding jitters?" Matt asks earning an nudge of Gabby 

"Not on my end" Antonio looks at me 

"I'd be less worried if we were just going to the courthouse. I just have a feeling something is going to go wrong"

"Well it will with that attitude" 

"What could go wrong? I've made sure everything's perfect" Gabby smiles at me 

"I know I know"

"Everything will go to plan, don't worry" Antonio places a kiss on my temple before going back to his beer. Lucas starts to get fussy throwing the drinks mat on the floor 

"Let me have my nephew" I hear Jay say coming up from behind me. As soon as Lucas sees Jay and Will he stretches his arms out wanting to be picked up. I hand him over to Jay "hey buddy, it's passed your bedtime" 

"Ha I wish. He hasn't been going to sleep until 12 at night the last two weeks. Don't get me wrong once he's asleep he sleeps until 7 in the morning" I tell Jay. 

An hour later Laura shows up with Eva and Diego 

"YN, dad!" Eva shouts running over to us 

"Hey sweetheart" Antonio ruffles her hair and gives Diego a hug "Laura" he acknowledges 

"I'll pick them up tomorrow evening. Just don' be out to late" 

"We won't" I try to reassure her 

"Yes well considering you have the baby here I would expect you both to be leaving at a sensible time" 

"Mum the baby is called Lucas" Diego corrects his mother 

"Right well I'll see you both tomorrow. Be good" she gives them a kiss on the cheek before looking back to me and Antonio "I'll takes Eva's bridesmaids dress and Diageo’s suit tomorrow"

"But final fitting isn't until next Wednesday" I frown 

"2 days before the wedding is cutting it a bit fine. They aren't going to grow in the next 5 days. I don't even know why your having this wedding, Antonios track record isn't really..."

"Laura that's enough" Will warns 

"I'm just saying that he's not had the best of luck when it comes to marriages"

"You were the one who filed for divorce not Toni, you couldn't handle being a detectives wife"

"Because my son was taken!" Laura yells at Gabby 

"I think you need to leave"Voight says walking over to us 

"Fine. I'll have their things tomorrow" with that she turns and leaves Mollys 

"I'm sorry" Antonio turns to face me 

"I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. Crazy job hours, crazy..."

"Ex" Jay mutters under his breath earning a nudge off me 

"She's worried that we are rushing all of this. She's scared that I'm going to walk out of the kids lives"

"She should know by now that your not, your in this for life.....aren't you?"

"Of course I am" I place my hands on Antonio's face "I'm not going anywhere"

"Good because neither am I" Toni leans down and kisses my lips. 

Like we promised Laura, we don't stay out for too long, plus Lucas has started to get crabby, so we all head off home. 

I change Lucas's diaper and clothes to get him ready for bed before I can start getting myself ready for bed

"Goodnight my little man" I place a kiss on his head and sooth him to sleep before placing him in his crib. I then go to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and put on one of Toni's shirts. Climbing into bed, Antonio is already there waiting for me 

"I'm sorry YN, this isn't probably what you had envisioned when you thought about a husband" 

"What do you mean?" I frown looking at Toni

"I mean you probably didn't want a divorced man with two kids and an ex wife who doesn't know when to stop sticking her nose into my business"

"Maybe not, but do you know what I did want? I wanted a man who would love me no matter what, a man who loves his kids, a man who trust me, a man who I can trust and I have that and so much more with you. No life is perfect, but with you I have close to perfect as possible. I love you Antonio and I can't wait to be your wife" 

"I love you to YN" I cuddle up to my fiancè  and fall asleep in his arms.

[construingseacats]

Umireread: Legend of the Golden Witch - Chapter 10: The Six Chosen by the Key   

Sun, Oct 5 1986 - 6:00AM

The following contains spoilers for the entirety of Umineko. Please do not read if you are yet to finish it.

I’m so excited for this chapter, you have no idea.

Extremely funny mental image of Yasu going to Natsuhi’s room, seeing the charm, then deciding “well if she’s off the table then I’m killing that asshole who gave me night duty while he did his crossword”. Of course, she probably had to kill Gohda to help avoid any incriminating testimony from her changing her assigned position last night, but it’s still funny to think about.

Since the rest are the adults, it’s easy to think about Gohda being an odd one out and the obvious replacement for Natsuhi, but given the above I wonder who the unfortunate backup was. Maybe Rosa? Or potentially one of either Rudolf or Kyrie, originally intending to only kill one of the adults per pair?

I love how Genji goes “Sorry. The Telephones are down” then “By the way Gohda is missing”, and completely neglects to mention that Natsuhi’s door is coated in bloodstains. Just leave the most obvious detail as something for her to find out for herself, you know.

“Natsuhi had a pretty good idea” is SUCH a funny line. Not even concerned by the horror movie trope, she already suspects which family member did it. I wonder who her mind immediately jumps to - although let’s be real, it’s probably Eva.

Eva tries to check on Kinzo and Natsuhi immediately shoots her down. It’s really funny how blatant the cover up is. Like, you’re unlikely to question it, since we keep getting fantasy scenes of Kinzo in his study, but it sure is there if you go looking for it.

Speaking of - the moment we see Kinzo in the office here, we’ve accounted for 17 of our 18 (with 5 known missing). Good game Shannon, we have our six chosen by the key.

Natsuhi, alone in the study, worries about how much Eva is going to tear into her, and then immediately makes up a pep talk to make herself feel good. I’m telling you, these study scenes are a goldmine.

Yeah, Eva absolutely would have been the one to leave bloody scratch marks all over Natsuhi’s door.

Here we go

HERE WE GO

…Okay, you can have that one. Saying it’s a sigh of relief right as they uncover the bodies is very cheeky, but the irony balances out how tense the scene is. It’s a breather for the reader as well.

We actually get a breather with the kids as well. Final moments of innocent Battler caught on tape.

Chills. Full chills.

And here it is. 

Allow me to indulge for a moment.

When I was a kid, my first anime was The Haruhi of Melancholy Suzumiya. I watched it through low-resolution fansubs that had been posted on a YouTube that was still in its youth, with each episode awkwardly split into three parts since you couldn’t upload videos longer than ten minutes. I probably watched that at an age that was slightly too young for it, but as a kid who only knew the world of animation through the veneer of kids cartoons and Matt Groening shows (except maybe that one time I watched Spirited Away when I was 5 - which also left a stark impression on me), it really opened my eyes to a world of new media that I hadn’t even conceived of before. I really wanted to see what else there was.

Anyway, my second anime was Higurashi no naku koro ni.

If I was slightly too young for Haruhi, I was definitely too young for Higurashi. But that was part of the appeal, I suppose - the prepubescent desire to cast away the shackles of childhood and prove your maturity. That you’ve grown up. I legitimately remember 10 or 11 year old me showing a friend the scene of Rika stabbing herself in the head while going “look at what I’m watching now! Look how mature I am!” - admittedly, this was to a friend who had allegedly already seen all manner of films rated 15 or 18, so it arguably would have been relatively tame to them, and boasting about your maturity is undoubtedly the most immature thing a person can do.

While the initial appeal there was that Higurashi was “mature”, it was still really interesting. There was good intrigue there, the plot had me hooked, and from start to finish it was a really good piece of media. I’m pretty sure my younger self saw the scene where the sound of gunshots are covered up by fireworks at the local festival and thought it was the smartest plot point in any piece of media ever. Anyway, a short while later, I heard that there was going to be a sequel anime to Higurashi - a new show, called Umineko.

Now, I had a fine time with the Umineko anime. I would have been 12-13 as it was airing - still eager to consume media I was too young for - and, with no bar for quality, I enjoyed it. There was cool gore! The mystery was exciting! The red truth was such a neat concept and the witch fights were badass! Sure, it may not have had as much of a lasting impact on me as Higurashi, but it was still good, right?

Well, it wasn’t good. In fact, pretty much all the anime reviews I saw for it were negative. There were still a few fools like myself who had enjoyed it, but there was one thing I kept seeing - a sentiment that was effectively universal. A simple statement.

“The Visual Novel is so much better.”

I held onto those words for a few years.

I don’t know what the instigator for it was, but somewhere down the line, I decided to act on it. I bought the original japanese version of Episodes 1-4 and 5-8 through what I believe was the old Witch Hunt site - quite possibly one of the dodgiest deals I’ve ever made, as anyone who procured Umineko back in the old days can attest to - and applied the fanmade english patch. The PS3 sprite mod looked so much better than the original sprites, so I installed that as well. And, 10 years ago, I started playing.

It was… fine. I wasn’t a huge fan of how the text covered the whole screen, rather than appearing in text boxes, like it did in the other VNs I’d played. I say that as if I’d actually played any VN other than Katawa Shoujo at that time. But, I remembered liking Umineko, so I pressed on. I pressed on through the boring introductions, through the boring discussions of the inheritance, waiting to get to the cool parts where Beatrice showed up and the magic fights started happening.

But then, we got to this scene.

There I was, sitting with my laptop on holiday, with my cheap earphones plugged in, as the cousins approached the gardening shed. As the adults told them not to get any closer. As they did so anyway.

What followed is some of the most unrelentingly raw reactions to a visceral scene like this that I’d ever seen in any piece of media, ever. This wasn’t the dulled impact that the anime had hit me with - this was a full, unfiltered, uncensored dive into the immutable affliction of being human. They’ve got no faces - you could feel Battler’s unmitigated despair oozing from it all. These weren’t just characters reacting to a scene in a book. This was something more.

This was the moment that I fell in love with Umineko.

Perhaps I gave too much background to that statement - perhaps I’ve fallen afoot of the same criticisms I levied against the earlier parts of the tale for not getting to the point quicker. But that is the play-by-play of how, 10 years ago, this scene went straight for the jugular and bled me dry. This is where I knew I wasn’t just reading another version of that anime I’d seen the years prior, I was reading something special.

I would be remiss to say this is entirely down to the writing - a lot of this is also heavily driven by the blaring tones of goldenslaughterer. If Umineko was simply a series of 8 books, it wouldn’t have had the same effect on me as it has done for the past decade. If this scene wasn’t equipped with one of the most perfect aural accompaniments imaginable, I don’t think it would have stuck with me as much as it did. But the palpable emotion dripping from each word - the killer performances from each of the VAs (Jessica’s screams are INCREDIBLE) - and the musical storytelling doing just as much heavy lifting as the writing is… it’s an inimitable experience. This is what everyone was telling me that I was missing out on back in the halcyon days of 2009. They were right.

Perhaps it was for the best that I did give it those few extra years, so that I could truly appreciate the masterwork being crafted before me. I can’t imagine even beginning to comprehend the themes or the mystery of this tale at age 13, when I scarcely did so at 17. But regardless of the what ifs, this is the path that led me to what I consider, with no exaggeration, a pivotal moment in my life. It’s hard to describe the emotions that were stirred as I approached this scene for the reread - if I had to approximate it, then it would be unbound excitement mixed with trepidation, a great interest in re-experiencing such an important scene tempered by a fear that it may not have been as good as I remembered.

Of course, it wasn’t going to hit me in the exact same way that it did the first time round - you cannot recreate the sensation of a sucker punch when you know that it’s coming. But I can say, with certainty, that this scene was just as good as I remembered. That it still hit all the points that made me fall in love with the story originally.

I cannot wait to keep reading the rest.

Honestly, after what I’ve just said (and my feelings at large), it feels sacreligious to stop and dissect this scene. It’s something you want to just let play out, to absorb the experience - part of me wants to just skip straight to the end.

But still, I’d feel remiss not to mention Nanjo’s acting here - he goes into doctor mode and then realises “wait, I need to be more emotional” before dropping it immediately. One of those moments that doesn’t arouse suspicion on a first read but feels super blatant afterwards.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Hideyoshi looks and sounds so pained having to perpetuate the crucial lie over here. You can really feel the thoughts running through his head of “do I expose it? Is it worth it?”

AND THEN WE GET HIT WITH WORLD END. I cannot stress how much music matters to me and accentuates the experience; a sound novel utilised to the full extent of the medium can truly produce a story that no traditional paper novel ever can.

Phenomenal work from the VA here - they clearly got the memo that this is a panicked “no” of not wanting the lie to be unveiled, rather than one of sincere desire to protect George. Again, you can still interpret it as the latter, so you’re unlikely to pick it up on a first read, but absolutely there on the reread.

There’s an incredible parallel made here of George holding onto Shannon’s smile, while Battler is doomed to remember the gored faces of his parents. Not only is this great by itself, it’s yet another example of fantasy versus reality, with George being able to hold onto happy memories by being ignorant to the truth (even if that truth isn’t a real truth in this case).

“Proved beyond doubt”, the narrative says, about the one body that we should doubt.

No commentary - this is just a great line and I wanted to highlight it.

And so all the associates chime in to cover it up.

I feel like it’s fairly easy to miss how well Eva is taking the whole thing in this scene. Everyone else is traumatised, and she’s holding up remarkably well.

Interesting how it’s the associates setting up the howdunnit as well! I suppose Yasu wants to make sure that element isn’t missed by the would-be detectives.

And so Umineko tells you to your face that this is the story about a serial killer who wants to be discovered. I suppose there’s already elements of that in the letter to solve the Epitaph, but it’s really made explicit here.

I’m still riding the high of the first twilight. I’m not sure if there’s any other scene in Umineko that I’ll gush about to that extent, but I know there’s plenty of moments yet to come that won’t fail to blow me away.

I know it’s integral to the story, and it wouldn’t work otherwise, but I do have to say that the howdunnit hook adds so much to Umineko that wouldn’t be there otherwise. Some of my fondest memories from the first readthrough was trying to figure out how it was all done (without ever considering the scenes that were lying to us, oops). I’m really looking forward to going through that all again, with the lens of love.

[lightcassian]

I came baring gifts.

Matt: Where are you going?

Lele: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Matt: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Lele: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Matt: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Matt: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, three people died-

Lele: five, actually.

Matt: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Lele: Sierra literally died because of you.

Matt: That's right: no one's.

Joey: Anyone d-

Lele: Depressed?

Eva: Drained?

Tim: Dumb?

Oli: Disliked?

Joey: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

Joey: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Lele: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Eva: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Tim: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Oli: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

Joey: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Lele: Rude.

Eva: That’s fair.

Tim: Not again.

Oli: Are you going to want this back?

[hardcore-lonewolf]

I made this time-line for Eva Nelson with Gwen Tennyson's face claim!

Past/Origins (S0): Eva Nelson (10-11) is taken under the claws of her godmother Selina Kyle since her parents and family members lived in Bellwood. She starts as Mouse, Robin's main romantic interest and the very first female sidekick in history with pure magic energy. Eva was graduating from Evermore College as honorable valedictorian and has the highest scores due to her skilled talents. She meets her godfather Bruce Wayne and her crush Dick Grayson through Gotham City's Red Carpet Gala with her godmother, who's a famous entrepreneur of expensive jewelry and fashion trends. Eva goes platinum and gold with music, dancing, acting, videos, movies, and more. She was the Lucky Girl of Gotham City and she begins her journey in Tokyo, Japan...as Mouse...with trouble right down her path. Will she become the White Kitten Thief or will this "kitty" lose her claws?

Legacy (S1): Eva Nelson (12-13) is currently in Friedkin University for her doctorate degrees and has the best elite awards. She founded the Team with Robin I, Aqualad II, Kid Flash I, Superboy I, Miss Martian, Wonder Girl I (OFC: Ophelia Trevor), and Artemis I. Eva lost her paternal grandfather Kent Nelson and her maternal grandmother Inza Cramer to her two major enemies as Catgirl, who then awakens her hybrid form and fuse her pure mana with her inner phoenix out of mixed emotions when all of her loved ones got hurt at the Tower of Fate. The Forever Knights and Genomorphs join alongside Zephyr Incorporated after the head manager of the company turns out to be Dubbilex. The battle between henchmen and sidekicks has begun, a powerful watch is upgraded and its wielder is her best friend Lumus (OMC: Matt Ferris). The Young Justice League have fully merged with the Teen Titans, and the fight against Onslaught and Incursion is on. Who will win this epic battle?

Invasion (S2): Eva Nelson (17-18) earns all of her degrees and start her mana training during the whole five-year gap at Legerdomain, Zoraster, Soulland, Anodyne, and Earth. She resurrects all the loved ones of her close friends at the Forge of Creation, saved Kid Flash I within her Anodite form, and ended a ginormous alien invasion by fusing with Solstice...the life-force phoenix within her soul to scare them off and absorb all of the zero-point energy from all 21 Magnetic Field Disruptors in order to save Planet Earth against the quantum forces of evil. Eva becomes Black Cat during that time with Nightwing (Robin I) as her boyfriend, she currently has three adopted god-sisters and was their big sister figure. It's the war between the Team against the Light, Hive, Reach, and Naga for the safety of Planet Earth...and one shocking plot twist is...uncovered. What secrets are hidden in this saga?

Outsiders (S3): Eva Nelson (20-21) was pregnant and expecting a magical pair of baby twins with Nightwing during the two-year gap, they've been engaged and to be married at a private ceremony. They secretly tied the knot without any villains knowing their location at Anodyne, though they have to save meta-humans and protect mutants from more villains on Earth. Eva were being aligned with the Genomorphs and Forever Knights, but are defending them against the Lucabras and Flame Keepers who were trying to make her a living sacrifice to their inner circle by doing a blood ritual in order to summon Dagon. The birth of the next generation has arrived and this one will be the most extraordinary one...yet. Can the Team protect her and her family from Dagon?

Phantoms (S4): Eva Nelson (23-24) saves Steel Scion (Superboy I) and Rocket I from the Zod War. She brought Changeling (Beast Boy I), White Raven, Cyborg I, Starfire, Lumus (OMC), Zatanna, Aquaman II (Aqualad II), Wonder Woman II (Wonder Girl I/OFC), Breach (OMC), Tigress (Artemis I), Nightwing, Miss Martian, and Flash III (Kid Flash I) with her to save the Son of Steel and revive Rocket I. It's the Team against General Zod's family, the final battle that destroys the House of Zod with the El Family's remaining members, and the Lucky Girl faces off against her grandmother's greatest enemy with Tashmetum by using the Mask of Destiny to become Mistress Destiny. It's about to be a swarm of nanochips and the Team is prepared to take down the Decoy Queen of the Hive...once and for all. Will they dethrone this monarch and end the general?

Future/Enhanced (S5): Eva Nelson (29-30) is back and is ready to take down some bad guys with her loved ones. The Lucky Girl joined forces with the rest of the Team to defeat Darkseid after he destroys the Map of Infinity to cause the dimensional paradox, she revives it and restores everlasting peace by balancing an internal vortex of portals to revert everything back in place. Eva becomes the main entrepreneur and head president of Zephyr Incorporated, wedded spouse of Dick Grayson, mother of two children, and future member of the new Justice League of America. Time must be restored and every paradox must stay...infinite. Will the Team be able to fix the time-lines?

She's voiced by the late Meagan Smith at Origins and in her childhood memories. Her permanent voice will be from Tara Strong from Legacy to Phantoms, who was known to voice Rachel Roth aka "Raven" from "Teen Titans", and it fits her well. Her future voice will come from Erica Lindbeck, who voiced Felicia Hardy aka "Black Cat" from "Spider-Man".

[shmowder]

ok here are some songs with lyric examples that I think represent certain pathologic characters (or at least make me associate the song with them)

sorry it took me a while to do lmao- you can tell i’m biased towards daniil (though I even threw in a song for georgiy for you!!!)

(woah you can totally tell I like björk and of monsters and men guys who did that-)

daniil dankovsky:

- obsession by ok go

a look so quick, a movement so slight, you could almost imagine it didn’t just happen. but everything will change, with just one look, one little glance. it’s not passing fascination, now. it’s obsession.

- hold on tight by aespa

situation critical, it’s heavy. a million blocks of obstacles, you help me see a different pov, (giving back all my) faith in a catastrophe (it’s alright). keep on moving, beat the system, autopilot, cruising. tunnel vision, victory, no losing. heaven knows it’s one hell of a ride. better hold on tight, better hold on tight, for your life.

- destroyer by of monsters and men

I want to be the king of my body and mind. gravity, let me go. before it bruises and blackens me and you, bury me in the glow. and I find sorrow in idle minds, and solace in being heard. (you better run, boy, run, but be afraid. cry, boy, cry, don’t play the game. gravity holds me down.)

artemy burakh:

- visitor by of monsters and men

let’s not make this complicated, I know you. last night I had the strangest dream that you knew me too. but you need to wake up, I can’t have you disappear. just like my parents' house, i’ve become a visitor.

- your bones by of monsters and men

awaken by the sound of a screaming owl, chasing leaves in the wind, going where we’ve never been. said goodbye to you, my friend, as the fire spread. all that’s left are your bones, that will soon sink like stones. so hold on. hold on to what we are, hold on to your heart.

georgiy kain:

- i’ve seen it all by björk

i’ve seen it all, I have seen the trees, I have seen the willow leaves, dancing in the breeze. (i’ve seen a man killed by his best friend, and lives that were over before they were spent). i’ve seen what I was and I know what i’ll be. i’ve seen it all, there is no more to see. — (what about china? have you seen the great wall?) all walls are great if the roof doesn’t fall.

peter stamatin:

- dandelion wine by gregory alan isakov

summer days were just a magazine, a magazine. cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline, so I can see ya soon. fall swooned, left me drunk in a field. dandelion wine for a year.

- hallucinogenics by matt maeson

pushing past the limit, trippin’ on hallucinogenics. my cigarette burnt my finger ‘cause I forgot I lit it. rippin’ with my sinners, ‘cause fuck it, man, I ain’t no beginner. and then I crawled back to the life that I said I wouldn’t live in.

eva yan:

- hidden place by björk

and the littlest of his movements. hides himself, invents a charm that makes him invisible, hides in the air. can I hide there, too? hide in the air of him? seek solace, sanctuary. in the hidden place, in a hidden place, we’ll stay in a hidden place.

- it’s not up to you by björk

I wake up and the day feels broken. I tilt my head, i’m trying to get an angle. ‘cause the evening i’ve always longed for could still happen. how do I master the perfect day? six glasses of water, seven phone calls. (if you leave it alone, it might just happen, anyway.) it’s not up to you (oh, it never really was), it’s not up to you (well, it never really was).

these are just some songs, it just took me a while to format it all hahaha. let me know what you think!!! maybe every once in a while I can add a few more or something!! you don’t have to listen to these but I thought you might find the lyrics or music interesting!! (still working on that response to the longer ask, promise!)

love, -🥀

I just clicked on the first song and ohmygodohmygod the vibes are fucking perfect.

Imma link the songs you mentioned below bc these are some good picks.

Daniil Dankovsky

Kinda imagining Daniil and Reader in a room filled with people, a professional setting, and you notice him glancing at you. The whole "A look so quick" sparks obsession at first sight rather than just love at first sight.

Adding this one to my personal playlist actually lemme just yoink it. Enemies to lovers energy.

Assigning the prickly prick who will doom us all a song called "Destroyer" is more amusing than it has any right to be. The lyrics are really fitting in some poetic irony

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Artemy Burakh

"Just like my parents' house, I've become a visitor." Ouch, my heart.

I'm adding this one to my playlist, too. It embodies yearning for what once was in a beautiful way. Mourning the future as well.

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Georgiy Kain

You included him for me? Just for me?? What a beautiful thing it is to even be remembered. I'm so touched <3 that's very thoughtful of you.

The song is absolutely perfect for my personal taste. It's my favourite one so far! I adore the mix of classical "musical like" instruments with the whispery vocals, the violin slow descend into madness, the greiving, the sparks of hope that fizzle out as sudden as they appear. The whispery voice becomes louder and louder as the song goes on. I love songs that tell a story, that use everything from the rhythm, beat, instruments and even pauses between each word to tell a tale.

I see your vision with the judge, It paints a morose scene of him going through memory lane one last time before the soul of his twin–Simon kain–completely takes over.

Reminiscing over his life, all the greateness, and what did it serve him now? All the things he has seen, the miracles he witnessed. Memories slip past his fingers like fine sand grains, he's losing what it means to be him, his brain doesn't beling to him anymore, the focus is ready, his time is up. The world slows down with courtesy, and his soul gives a final whimper before it's torn out of his flesh.

He goes out with one last scream.

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Peter Stamatin

It's calm, soothing even. Dandelion Wine, what a beautiful title. Fitting for the Twyrine. A facade that mends the soul, a slow poison that makes you feel whole.

I like how the song switches between the main vocalist singing alone and then with a chorus, only for them to disappear as quickly as they appeared. Peter is a renowned famous architect and yet spends most of his time alone confined to a single room, how his brother is his only friend, how the crowd never lasts long.

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Eva Yan

God the background chorus, the angelic high voices that follow her. The anxiety inducing beat reminds you of time running out, you're running out, and you're running.

"the evening I've always longed for could still happen" Hoping and waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and waiting and hoping and wa-

It's not up to her how the spindle of fate spins.

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Thank you for sharing this, genuinely. They fit the characters perfectly, from the melody to the lyrics and even distinct instruments at times. It's amazing how you could make connections out of two separate pieces of art that were never made for each other yet still compliment one another all the same.

I want to share my music with you too as well! When it comes to Pathologic, The seed by Aurora resonates with me the most.

I really enjoyed listening to them <3 take care of yourself. I'm still on a happiness high from you including the judge ngl.

[geographerdose]

Moon and Appearance, Pt. 3 featuring the diurnal luminary ruling the first house —> Leo Risings (Aries-Virgo Moon)

⏰ Picture descriptions go clockwise starting @ top left

Leo Rising/Aries Moon: Ingrid Bergman, Eva Green, Selena Gomez, Celine Dion

👃🏻Noses with substance and structure; a cardinal nose thing. There’s a predictable pattern to them as in the hall have a similar shape more or less (vs mutable moons with their unique and varying nose shapes)

👯My childhood best friend has this combo and she was like a lowkey celeb in our small town. Everyone was always so concerned with what she was up to (good and bad). She was super popular on social media, hella likes. I think her 11H Gem Sun helped but overall popular and FUN

🪂Istg she is SO CONFIDENT. She takes chances with fashion too, man. And even if it didn’t really “work”, she still rocked it and played it off like it did. Even if she wasn’t feeling her body or the outfit wasn’t super flattering, you wouldn’t know any different. QUEEN 👸

🌞Have you tried sales? Cause I bet y’all would ROCK at it especially if you too have a Gem Sun! (Since we’re talking Leo Rising but I’m saying in general I think 11th place Sun people are typically well-liked and charismatic… UNLESS it is afflicted/poorly placed/maltreated ofc)

Leo Rising/Taurus Moon: Meryl Streep, Brigitte Nielsen, Frida Kahlo, Demi Lovato

😶‍🌫️Alright so you may or may not recall my thirsty post regarding Sylvester Stallone being 76 and still fine as hell but I since deleted it, lol, sorry. Basically Virgo men are fine af.

💍Well guess who was married to the strapping Virgo man himself but Brigitte Nielsen!

✋🏻The hands though! Lol this is stupid but I’m gonna say it anyways: Leo is associated with the number 5, Taurus with 2 so 5-2=3 and 3 is associated with Gemini and hands… look! 2/4 of the ladies above have hands in their pictures.

🌰 Anddd that’s it. I’m sorry. Y’all are like silent, people probably tell you “you’re a tough nut to crack” often.

🙈No but seriously it’s always gotta be ONE that I cannot think of anything… I’m on it, guys.

Leo Rising/Gemini Moon: Ambra Angiolini, Irène Jacob, Elisha Cuthbert, Tina Turner

💄Id like to start this with a shoutout to Tina’s bitchin’ do up there. I love it so much. Big hair, big life ✅

🍾I have this strong urge to just go up and talk to them, lol, I didn’t have this feeling with any others. Approachable AF. Can probably have a conversation with anyone. Probably get caught into a lot of unwanted convos too bc of this. ☠️

👃🏻Air moons and their dainty, structured and hella cute noses. I think Gemini moons might have the most enviable noses of them all.

Leo Rising/Cancer Moon: Stephanie Seymour, Dorothy Dandridge, Catherine - Duchess of Cambridge aka Kate Middleton, Nancy Sinatra

🪩Something just captivating about these folks. As I have been scrolling through this entire post to update my notes multiple times, I keep finding myself lingering on these folks. Moreso than the Leo AC+Moon. It’s like they have both luminaries going on so they somehow have more of a balanced light that shin

👃🏻 Their noses are so small and cute! They are thin, on the smaller side and have a cute button tip! 📍

🌝Brooooo those cancer moons have such an unmistakable matte GLOW to them. The sun just extra emphasizes this!!

Leo Rising/Leo Moon: Patricia Arquette, Kirsten Dunst, Meredith Clarke, Katie Holmes

🙂I feel like they are all smiling exactly the same. Makes sense as Leo is a fixed sign.

👀 smaller eyes but super bright, almost unmistakable like the sun. Also lighter in color as well… I feel like those with rising/moon in the luminaries in general have lighter features whereas Saturn-dom people have darker features

👃🏻 They all have this unmistakable circle at the nose tip, similar to the symbol for Leo ♌️ “the tippity tip” nose

🧹I think the witch from Bewitched has a Leo Moon. Remember, the one that like twitches her nose in the beginning sequence of the TV show? It’s in black and white... she has a Leo Moon looking nose.

🌙 Pretty crescent-moon shaped eyes, they have such a pretty curve upwards to them. It’s like when you draw an eye “proper” aka not a perfect circle? Idk that’s the type eye shape they have

Leo Rising/Virgo Moon: Betty White, Mary Kate Olsen, Michelle Williams, Summer Bishil

🧼Virgo on the appearance indicators gives such a clean, fresh look!

🐶The eyes say the opposite of the meaning behind “doe eyes” and “damsel in distress”, they’re like 🗿TRY ME: I can handle it and already know your “sneaky” plan, commoner

🎰Betty White was iconic for her ability to cut through BS and say it like it is in a way that others find appealing & amusing: the sun really brightening up that sharp wit, allowing it to be on display to the pleasure of an audience

👃🏻 Mutable moon noses are less structured.

👁Virgo moons have big eyes, fact! I believe I said the same for Cancer Rising/Virgo Moon… seeing a pattern here 🧩

🥸Obscure hypothesizing here —> Virgo moons most likely to have green/hazel eyes? Or some type of green in with the blue or brown. Kate Bosworth (Cancer Rising/Virgo Moon) has two different eye colors. Too lazy to look up the name of the condition but it’s gorgeous.

[fumblingmusings]

I had never really gotten into fem England but your series has really peaked my interest! How are the sibling relationships/dynamics different between Alfred, Matthew, Jack, and Zee based on the parenting of Arthur and Evelyn? Specific emphasis on the relationship differences between Alfred and Matthew. I would imagine Arthur invokes competitiveness in his children but at the same time, I wonder how Evelyn relying so heavily on Matthew impacts his relationship with Alfred. Keep up the great work!

Thank you!!! I try to write Evelyn as having a bit of a long game in mind re Alfred and his 'siblings' in that her asking him to write to Jack was as much genuine altruism as it was just blatantly trying to insert the kid into Alfred's life on the hope that one day something might be there. It never panned out that way, but they are good mates now and she pretends it's thanks to her. It sort of kind of isn't really but... it's certainly way more than Arthur ever attempted.

Similarly, I have Eva running around like a headless chicken trying to get Matthew and Alfred in the same room for most of the 17th Century, I think she would really push the righteousness of Alfred and Matt being together and belonging as a unit in a way that Arthur wouldn't quite, because Matthew was always sort of just...the other...one. Never on equal footing. And he's not quite on equal footing in Evelyn's mind either, she tells Matthew that he never stood a chance against Alfred after all, but at that point in time she was projecting hard onto the boys. She had a terribly lonely childhood, distant from her siblings. She didn't want that for Alfred, Matthew was the best bet for him to not be so.

And then all she had was Matthew and it was like extended fart noises. But the brothers do love each other. I don't know if anyone picked up on it, but in the War of 1812 chapter, Matthew says he never saw Alfred on the battlefield. There's a reason for that. Alfred wouldn't fight Matthew. He just wouldn't. No-one can force him to do it. Matt's the only one he willingly let near during the Civil War. Alfred is playing a long game himself, which will maybe be clear by the final chapter, of why he treats Evelyn the way he does. She told him when he was a baby that they would all be together. He still very much believes that.

I'm not sure how different that is though, to what their relationship as compared to being raised by Arthur would be. Comparison is the thief of joy but I think Matthew compares himself non stop meanwhile Alfred is at time the epitome of:

when he's out yee-hawing or something in the West.

I think Matthew is a little bit more secure with Evelyn as a mother. She carved out a niche for him. It ain't a healthy niche, being practically her caretaker at times but... it's something Alfred was never emotionally capable of being (because he's her kid and he shouldn't be). But Evelyn encouraged Matthew to be himself a little bit more than Arthur would, so I think his confidence is just a smidge better. She fought hard to have him in a way that Arthur didn't. She loves her tall noodle chilly baby just the way he is. Does good for his pride.

Zee is precious baby who's the cleverest girl who can do no wrong in either parent's eyes and is insufferable regardless of if it's mum or dad raising her. Arthur maybe encourages white knighting for her a bit more though. Evelyn is a bit more aware that female nations don't quite need protecting the way human ones do.

Jack and Matthew are way more fractious with Evelyn as a mother though. Never to anything long lasting, but Jack is far more jealous than if Arthur was his dad. With Eva, he's the one doing all the comparing to others. Alfred's the golden boy who got away, Matthew is ma's favourite, Zee is the... girl and baby. What is Jack? He tries so hard to be useful, and the most important, and he just... never will be. And there were times that Canada really did kind of drop Oz in the shit to prioritise Matt and Alfred. Jack I think is the one that suffers the most from having a mother rather than father. With Arthur there's far more irreverence and simply shrugging off slights. With Evelyn, there's resentment, but it comes from a genuine place of love. A fear I guess. The jealousy and not being first in anything, and Evie does at times use that fear against him, reminding him that she wanted him, no-one else. Which isn't true, not really. It's...not great to be honest.

Ah. I've rambled. Does all that makes sense? I'm not sure I've done much comparison there... I think genuinely the characters would be mostly the same, the relationships are mostly the same. Comparing Evelyn and Arthur, I think the changes are: Alfred is softer on Matthew but also thinks he's an enabler of Eva's... hysterics, has a good personal relationship sooner with Jack even though Jack is genuinely frightened of the grip Alfred has over their mum, and Maia is...negligible regardless to him. Matthew is a bit more confident in himself when comparing or standing against Alfred, has a slightly more fractious relationship with Jack who views him as the golden boy, and is generally less involved in Zee's life. Jack and Zee's relationship remains the same. Peas in a pod those two.

[katrantsasoiaf]

people shouldn’t be mean or vicious but they can also still be let down by a casting because she doesn’t fit the idea they had in mind. she’s a fictional character so people are bound to have different views

and i understand that completely.

as i previously mentioned, i also had my own actress i imagined in the role (eva green, who has excellent witchy vibes, and is over forty so also has the milfy vibes going for her as well). and it's okay if your ideal casting was katie mcgrath or jessica brown-findlay.

but just because the casting didn't go your way doesn't make it any less gross to insult an actress because you don't subjectively find her attractive. it's alright to say that she doesn't match your mental image of alys from when you were reading f&b, but if it's because you don't believe she's attractive enough that anyone (much less a targaryen prince) could fall for her, that's gross.

that's why i compared it to emma d'arcy. when they were casted, people automatically started hating on them for not being "hot" enough to play the realm's delight. and to a much smaller extent, people hated on milly alcock for the same reason. and matt smith got a little, but he has always had a legion of girlies, so he'll survive. but emma got the worst of it. and all of it was disgustingly geared towards the idea that they didn't think emma could be beautiful (which is ridiculous because they are literally ethereal).

once again, you can feel anyway you wanna feel about the castings.

personally, i have always had a minor issue with the casting of emma d'arcy and phia saban because rhaenyra and helaena are canonically meant to be overweight, but hbo would never cast a plus-sized actress in the leading roles. or the fact that female characters in their forties are being played by women a decade too young (which sucks because older actresses are always losing roles because they are viewed as being "past their prime").

but at the same time, i love all these actors in their roles. casting has been one of the greatest strengths of hotd in my opinion.

tldr; you don't have to like the casting, and it's okay if it doesn't match your ideal casting. but if you whine about the actress not being "attractive" or "hot", you're kinda gross.

[jungle-angel]

Cold House (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: When the heat goes out, crazy ideas ensue

Tagging: @nobody7102​

Ben adjusted his glasses before he flipped the page in the book he had been reading, his feet rubbing together to warm his socks. It had been a day.....God it had been a fucking day. He had spent the better part of the day with the others on a “wake and stake”, only to come home and find that Randy had wreaked utter havoc on the babysitter who had watched him during the day. There hadn’t even been any time for him to work on his book. 

A loud, clattering *BANG!* startled him from his trancelike state. “Oh shit,” he muttered before whipping his glasses off and lazily placing them on the bed. 

Ben skidded down the hall, only to be met by Randy and his funny little waddle-run, his Spiderman blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” 

“Little man, we will discuss that bad language later,” Ben told him, the urgency in his voice evident as he headed down the stairs. 

Ben practically jumped the last step when he heard annoyed shouts coming from the basement, the lights on and the stairwell bright and the voices loud and clear. 

“Nolly you fucking knucklehead!!! What did you do?!” 

“I didn’t do shit!!!” 

“Well obviously you did something, otherwise this fuckin clunker would still be working!!” 

Ben went down a few steps and saw Mike Ryerson, Jimmy Cody, Nolly Gardener and Parkins Gillespie all gathered around the old clunker of a furnace, trying to fix it. “Goddamn fuckin HVAC guys telling us this was better for the basement,” Parkins fumed. “Mike gimme a light, will ya?” 

“You guys need help?” 

“Yeah any idea where (y/n) is?” Parkins asked. “She knows this shit like the back of her hand.” 

“I’ll go and get her.” 

Ben traipsed into the kitchen to check the little dry-erase board with everyone’s hunting schedules. Ben’s eyes trailed down the list of names, looking for that of his wife, (Y/n). Royal Snow and Hank Peters were still out on a hunt along with Corey Bryant and Bonnie Sawyer and Matt Burke would be back within the next ten to fifteen minutes. 

You came in through the door just a moment later, kicking off your boots before throwing your arms around Ben’s waist, kissing his cheeks and his dark blonde hair. “Holy shit,” you remarked. 

“What?” Ben asked you. 

“It’s friggin freezing in here.” 

Ben hadn’t even noticed until it finally hit him, the cold running through him until goosebumps began to form on his arms and legs. Another sound reached his ears and the realization hit him like a kick in the teeth. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath. 

Ben darted back up the stairs and grabbed his dark blue hoodie off his bed and throwing it on over his open grey button-down and white-beater, the squeaky little cries wrenching his heart as he hurried down the hall to the room at the end. 

He entered the room where the cries became clear as day, the little fairy tale scenes painted on the walls while the wooden crib that had been pushed against one side of the room. Ben switched on the light in the windowless room and found yours and his son, Sean, wide awake with his tiny little fists beating the air. 

And the room was even colder than the rest of the house. 

“Ok buddy, ok,” Ben said as he lifted Baby Sean out of his crib and into his arms, cradling him against his chest. “Oh you’re so cold.” 

Ben’s pencil thin lips brushed against the thin tufts of hair on Sean’s delicate little head as the baby shook and trembled, almost like Randy when he had first arrived at the house before being adopted by you and Ben. “Shhhhh, it’s ok Sean,” Ben murmured as his breath warmed his son’s head. “Daddy’s got you....Daddy will keep you warm.” 

Ben sighed with annoyance when he realized that the baby wrap you often used was in the laundry. Sure, Sean’s little knit blanket that Eva Miller and Mabel Werts had made him would be ok, but there was no way in hell Ben was going to wreck it that way. 

“Guess I’ll make do with what I’ve got,” he sighed. 

He wrapped part of his hoodie around Sean before zipping him right up inside and grabbing his favorite little stuffie off the top shelf above the dresser. Awkward as it was, Ben didn’t give a single shit about what anybody thought. All that mattered to him was keeping Sean warm. 

“C’mon bud,” he said. “Let’s go see Momma.” 

*****************************

“Ok I think I’ve got it,” you said, straining as you tried to turn the wrench one more time. “Mike flip the switch.” 

Mike Ryerson flipped the switch on the circuit breaker. “Alright, breaker is a go,” he replied. 

You tried one last time but nothing. The furnace was totally conked out. “Alright, shut it off,” you told him. “We’ll get the fireplaces and the woodstoves going for the night.” 

You headed back upstairs with the others and into the living room, loading the woodstove with as much wood as it could hold before lighting it. Every fireplace in the house was lit and soon it was as warm as could possibly be. You turned to the window to see the snow falling like heavy rain outside, when something else caught your attention. 

“Ben?” you chuckled. “What are you doing?” 

“Baby was freezing so I wrapped him up.” 

Ben partially unzipped his hoodie when you saw Sean’s little head resting against Ben’s chest, sucking away on his blue and yellow pacifier and clutching something in his hand. 

You laughed and melted all at once as you promptly took a picture of the scene before you and captioned it. The door opened and shut with Matt Burke trailing in from the snowstorm with Corey and Bonnie not far behind him. 

“The hell happened while we were out?” Matt asked. 

“Heat went out,” you told him. 

“Is that why he’s got the baby in his sweatshirt?” 

“Yep,” you said, showing Matt the picture that was captioned Daddy Bat and His Little Pup.

Sean lifted his little head, his stuffie still clutched in his hand. You were practically squealing on the inside when you realized which one it was, a little bat stuffie that had come with the book “Stellaluna”, a book Ben read to Randy nearly every night and had insisted on reading to Sean when he would grow older. 

You and Ben made yourselves comfortable on the sofa in the living room while Parkins grabbed the kitchen phone off the wall and went down to the basement to have it out with an HVAC repairman. You and Ben scooted closer together, your foreheads touching and the warmth of the woodstove made its way into the blanket that covered you and Sean. 

And you couldn’t think of a better way to spend a night like that. 

[byneddiedingo]

Let the Right One In (Tomas Alfredson, 2008)

Cast: Kåre Hedebrant, Lina Leandersson, Per Ragnar, Henrik Dahl, Karin Bergquist, Peter Carlberg, Ika Nord, Mikael Rahm, Karl-Robert Lindgren. Screenplay: John Ajvide Lindqvist, based on his novel. Cinematography: Hoyte Van Hoytema. Production design: Eva Norén. Film editing: Tomas Alfredson, Dino Jonsäter. Music: Johan Söderqvist. 

For those blog-readers getting ready to outfit little Jake or Jenny with plastic fangs and felt cape, let me remind you that the vampire legend, with its penetration and exchange of fluids, is always and invariably about sex, or the fear of it. Even when the vampire is 12 years old. Or maybe especially when the vampire is a 12-year-old girl who moves in next door to a 12-year-old boy on the cusp of adolescence. Of course, as a vampire, Eli (Lina Leandersson) is going to be 12 years old forever, and she tells Oskar (Kåre Hedebrant) that she's not a girl, raising a note of ambiguity: Does she mean that she's not a girl but a vampire, or that she's transgender or even neuter? (There's a flash of nudity which suggests that she has undergone some sort of genital trauma.) No matter, for the film is really about the relationship that develops between a boy who is being tormented by bullies and a vampire/girl with the power to put an end to his tormentors. Let the Right One In is such a richly textured film that it transcends its horror-film elements, its bloodlettings and its suspense-engendering narrative. A good deal of the screenplay is devoted to giving the secondary characters lives (and deaths) of their own, including Oskar's estranged parents and the man who lives with, and serves, Eli. Even incidental details, such as Eli's odd possessions, and the ending, Oskar on a train, Eli apparently in a box beside him, are tantalizing. No surprise that the film was remade in the United States as Let Me In (Matt Reeves, 2010) and became the basis for a TV series in 2022.

[all-for-geek]

Drawn to the Dark: A Nightmare to Remember Chapter 4: Mannequins

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Fandom: Escape the Night

Summary:  After Justine's death, it seems that everyone has their theory on who is working with the Evil. Selena continues to see strange things happen in the house. Things that make her question her sanity.

Warnings: Children hurt, implied child death, and nonreality

Word Count: 2,635

Everyone gathered around a table in the side room, lamenting Justine’s death. It had hit everyone harder than Shane’s or Andrea’s. As horrible as it was to think, their deaths could be justified as part of the sick, twisted game of the house. They chose to kill Justine. They forced her into that coffin literally kicking and screaming. Her blood was on their hands.

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” Joey whispered.

“She’s gone, but you were layin’ it on pretty thick out there,” GloZell shouted out of nowhere. “I’m not buying your act for one second.”

“You’re not buying my act?”

“You heard me! This is your house! You can’t tell me that all of these death traps just pop up without you knowing!”

“It’s not my house! I only moved in a little while ago, and I don’t even have the deed yet! They were probably here before that.”

“A likely story!”

“But why would Joey invite us if he knew what was going on?” Selena interjected.

“Because he’s working for the evil!”

“I mean why specifically us. If someone was going to host a death party, why would they invite a bunch of people they claim to be friends with. Wouldn’t you want to invite strangers or something? Joey probably could have done some fan raffle thing and gotten the sacrifices that way.”

That seemed to hold GloZell off for the time being, but then Sierra just had to pop in. “You’re pretty new to the whole Youtube thing, right Selena? Haven’t met that many people yet.”

“I know Joey. And I know LeLe,” Selena replied through gritted teeth.

“Right. LeLe, who managed to survive her death challenge, and Joey, who invited us here in the first place.”

“What exactly are you implying?”

“I think it’s pretty clear.”

“Oh my god, this isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Matt raised his hands between Selena and Sierra as if to separate them. “We have to keep moving. Justine is dead, and we can’t prove,” he looked pointedly at LeLe,  “who is working with the evil. We do know that the next step to getting out of here is in this box.” He held up the black box that had appeared with the last artifact.

As the group began to murmur about the next clue, Oli, whose anger had been festering all night, stood up and grabbed the box. In two cathartic hits, he smashed the box open. Luckily for them, a piece of paper fell out of box. On it, the word “IDLE” was written.

“Idle? So do we have to find something and put it in idle?” Eva asked.

“Or maybe we have to start something up? Maybe, it’s idle right now?” Matt countered.

“Or maybe it’s code for something?” LeLe suggested.

“Let’s just kill somebody.” Tim threw out. The group took a moment to glance at him oddly before continuing.

“Hey why isn’t that clock moving?” Oli pointed out. He gestured to the clock sitting atop the mantle of the fireplace by them. Sure enough, the hands of the clock weren’t moving. One might say that they were idle.

The group gathered around the clock and Selena noticed something else strange about it. The clock had four hands on it. She eyed the clock and the paper with the clue on it. An itch was growing inside of her that was slowly turning into a hunch.

She began to move the hands of the clock so that numbers matched the letters of ‘idle’ in their sequence in the alphabet. Suddenly, a popping sound went off behind the group followed by a loud thud.

Everyone turned around, screaming, to find that a few books had been thrown off a nearby bookshelf. It revealed a picture of the staircase and a lock behind the wall. Of course the house had a secret room behind a bookshelf.

As everyone ran back towards the staircase, Selena paused at an odd site through the window. If her eyes weren’t tricking her, there was a car outside. Her heart skipped a beat. If they could get the car running, maybe they could get out here or find help. She began to walk towards the front door.

“Yo, Selena! Where you goin’?” Selena paused as she saw Tim and Sierra catching up with her.

“Great.” Selena thought. 

If she were to pick any two people in the house to have followed her, these two probably would have been the last. Sierra obviously was suspicious of her, and although Selena had nothing inherently against Tim, she still had that ‘Let’s kill somebody’ line playing in her head. For a brief moment, she was tempted to lie and say that she was searching for a bathroom, but she knew that it wouldn’t end well. She was already keeping one secret. Besides, she was probably safer in a group than on her own anyway.

“I saw a car outside,” Selena explained, “I’m going to check it out.”

“Uh…is splitting up really a good idea?” Sierra asked with a nervous laugh.

“If you don’t want to go, that’s fine,” Selena snapped. “But this could be our ticket out of here, and I’m gonna check it out.” She turned and continued outside. Tim jogged to catch up with her. Reluctantly, Sierra followed.

The cold night air spread goosebumps all over Selena’s skin. Her scantily clad outfit had been designed for an indoor dinner party not a trek outdoors in the middle of the night. She feebly rubs her arms in an attempt to keep warm.

“Here.” Tim handed her his suit jacket. Surprisingly, it was slightly small on her, but at least it covered her arms.

“Thanks.”

As the three approached the car, Sierra forcibly slowed them down. 

“Hold on,” she said. “In case this one explodes too.” Tim rolled his eyes and put his arm through the open car window to unlock it. 

“This is getting weird guys. Shouldn’t we go tell the others about the car?” Sierra asked again.

“We are currently trapped in the 1920s, and this is what you consider weird?” Selena exclaimed, gesturing towards the car. “Let’s focus on if the car can even run before we give the others false hope.” 

Sierra shrugged and got into the car. Tim and Selena squeezed in after her. They began to check everywhere for a key. Sierra opened the glove compartment to find a file. In it were an assortment of notes about an art project and a picture of the man commissioned to make it. Selena couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about the man creeped her out. She forced her attention onto the small paper in the file that read “Slow Down”.

Her heart sank. It was a clue. Odds are this was another piece of the puzzle that they had to solve. When Tim found a key down by the brakes, she held out for that miniscule chance that the engine would rev up, but she should have known that it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Great. What do we do with this?” Tim asked, waving the key around.

“Maybe it's for the trunk,” Selena half-heartedly suggested.

The three went around to the back of the car and, sure enough, the trunk opened. Inside was a little girl tied up in the corner. Tears ran down her cheeks and duct tape muffled her sobs. Selena frantically reached out to untie the little girl, but as she touched the child’s skin, it began to harden and turn pale. Selena blinked and she was grasping the arm of a mannequin.

“What the…” She whispered to herself.

“Relax, it’s just a mannequin.” Tim patted her shoulder.

“Although given everything else, I wouldn’t be surprised if there had actually been a kid in there,” Sierra muttered.

Selena couldn’t tell if they saw what she saw, but she didn’t dare ask. The last thing she needed was for the others to think that she was going crazy. Even if she might be.

Having failed to get the car to start, the three walked back up to the house with the mannequin in hand. They found the others in a secret dining room behind the bookshelf. Sitting at the table was a family of four. Just like the girl, in an instant their skin hardened as they flashed into mannequins. Given that no one else reacted, Selena could be sure this time that no one else saw it. 

They put the mannequin down at the table, and the next clue was revealed. It explained that to get the next artifact, two people would have to play some sort of perverse game. Selena prayed that she didn’t find out what that meant. 

They all returned to the voting room. There was a brief attempt for the boys to split themselves off from the girls, but Oli shook his head at that and stayed with the ladies. Most of them agreed that LeLe would be the best fit for a perverse game. Although she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being voted in twice, she couldn’t disagree with the statement. The only outliers were GloZell, who suggested Joey again, and Sierra, who brought up Selena. Selena clenched her fist in an attempt to keep her mouth shut.

Arthur called for the groups to reconvene and the voting recommenced. LeLe loudly announced that she was voting for Matt. Even Matt couldn’t deny that he saw that coming. When it was Selena’s turn, she couldn’t believe what she was writing on the paper: her own name. For some reason, she felt a sense of comfort in the action. Perhaps it was her finally cracking. Perhaps the thought of dying rather than having to go through all of these challenges genuinely sounded appealing. She didn’t trust herself to know.

As the voting continued, Joey turned to face GloZell. “I really hope that you’re not still thinking that I am involved.”

“It’s your house,” GloZell explained sincerely, “You have to know what your servants and staff are up to.”

“Remember when I said it’s not my - Okay just to squash this right now, does anyone think that I am at fault for this?” 

Although GloZell was the only one to verbally say yes, Selena saw that a couple people, particularly Eva and Oli, seemed to be hiding some doubt.

“See! You’re the only one that thinks that I am at fault!”

“Look, all I can do is trust my gut. And my gut is sayin’ that there is somethin’ fishy goin’ on with you.”

Thankfully, Arthur caught everyone's attention before the two could continue fighting. To no one's shock, LeLe was voted in. To Joey’s shock, he was too.

“Me! Who put my name in?!”

“Yeah…I wonder,” Selena muttered sarcastically. She was the only one to notice GloZell’s smirk.

Joey and LeLe went upstairs to complete the challenge. As soon as they were gone, everyone began to whisper and gossip.

“Seriously, who put Joey’s name in?” Oli asked. GloZell let out a maniacal laugh that would have put any villain to shame. 

“I did,” she responded, although her laugh was more than enough of an answer, “He’s clearly working with the Evil.”

“Do we actually know that, though?” Selena pointedly asked.

“I still think it’s LeLe,” Matt interjected.

“Okay, both of you,” Selena pointed to Matt and GloZell, “What actual evidence do you have that LeLe or Joey is working with the Evil?”

GloZell wasted no time. “This is his house. He claims it's not, but he inherited it so it’s his. He invited us all here, and it just so happens that that same night this freaky, magic crap starts happening? Either Joey is so stupid that he didn’t notice it before, or he is the one behind it.”

Selena nodded. “And Matt?”

After a moment of no response, he was forced to answer. “I don’t know. Something about her just rubs me the wrong way.”

“I think you just don’t like LeLe,” Eva remarked. Everyone else nodded in agreement.

“Or maybe he likes her,” Tim countered, taunting Matt like a third grader on the playground. Matt chuckled coldly and pushed Tim off of him.

“It does seem weird that we were all invited here,” Oli mentioned, getting the group back on topic.

“But why us? If it is Joey, or any of us, why invite your friends to a murder party?” Selena wondered aloud. It was the one piece of the puzzle that didn’t seem to fit. 

“You seem oddly defensive of Joey all of a sudden, Selena” Sierra accused.

Selena rolled her eyes. “Sorry if I don’t want one of our friends to be an evil murderer.”

Before Sierra could respond, GloZell gasped for breath and collapsed onto the ground. Everyone stood as she began to thrash around, fighting against whatever was going on in her body. They began to shout and cry out, but no one could figure out what had happened, let alone how to help her.

“She’s twerk dying!” Tim shouted out in a vain attempt to lighten the tension.

As quickly as it had started, GloZell stopped moving entirely. Matt bent down to feel her pulse, revealing what everyone already knew. GloZell was dead.

A dark shadow rose out of GloZell’s body and flew up the stairs. While nobody seemed to react to it, everybody reacted as Joey and LeLe climbed down them.

“How the hell are you both alive?” Eva shouted.

“What happened up there?” Tim asked at the same time.

“It was really weird,” LeLe started, her eyes glazed over as she recounted the challenge. “We had to have this freaky orgy with a bunch of mannequins-”

“What?” Oli exclaimed.

LeLe ignored him. “-when we got the artifact, we got some note saying that someone else was going to die.”

“Wait, it said that GloZell would die?” Matt asked, unconvinced.

“It didn’t say who. It just said that we were safe,” Joey answered. There was a hollowness in that answer that didn’t sit well with Selena. She caught his eye, but he just subtly shook his head.

“Well that seems convenient,” Matt ranted, “See, this is what I’ve been talking about. She gets voted in twice, and somehow manages to survive both times. Now, instead of someone who was voted, it’s just some random other person?!”

“Matt, it’s not her-” Joey tried to come to LeLe’s aid, but Matt was having none of it.

“You don’t know that though! She’s probably-”

“ENOUGH!” LeLe’s shout rattled Matt enough to give her room to speak. “You want to know what happened? We had to choose someone who would die, and it was between her” She pointed at GloZell. “-and you.” She pointed at Matt. “And Joey chose you. He saved your life. So shut up and sit down.”

The room went silent as all eyes turned to Joey. He began to sweat. “Look. Somebody had to die-”

“But why not just say that?” Oli asked.

Joey’s eyes darted around the room like a cornered deer. “It’s not like I was the only one with secrets! We all have secrets! Selena dreamed about the room the first challenge was in-” The second Joey realized what he said, he tensed as his hand flew over his mouth, but the damage was already done. The group turned to Selena who could see nothing but Joey in her red, hot, searing rage. Before anyone could say anything, a loud, angry roar reverberated through the manor. 

“What was that?” Sierra asked as she hid behind Tim.

“The Evil of this house is aware that there are those trying to prevent its return,” Arthur explained. “It has sent a guardian to stop you.”

“Great,” Selena thought. “Maybe it will kill Joey before I decide to do it myself.”

[poeticpains]

Why I Decided To Write Canon Divergent Post-Season Three Fic

Hi folks, as you all may have seen from my incessant posts about my series on AO3, the long way is the only way home, I'm a fic writer writing a series that focuses on Joey and Matt after Everlock.

Obviously, in canon, Matt, Nikita, and Joey join the Society Against Evil, and some unspecified amount of time later they go on the rescue mission that composes Season 4. Relatedly, at the end of Season 3, Joey obtains the crystal from the Carnival Master's chest, which is the linchpin for the Season 4 mission (and most likely the entire reason he and the others became Society agents).

I don't hate this story. In fact, I think it's a pretty good storyline, with heavy themes of never being able to truly escape what Everlock did to them and how it changed their lives. You can even hear it in the music playing as Joey picks up the crystal: "'Cause no one truly escapes the night / Oh, won't you help me escape the night?" (Good song, by the way; No One Escapes by Catherine Keithley.) Trauma has a way of getting people stuck like that, and I think the decision to have Matt and Nikita become SAE agents and fight with Joey to get their friends back is a good choice for their characters and their stories as opposed to, say, Tyler and Andrea, or even Oli and Eva.

But even though I like this story, I didn't want to write it.

A bit of a personal moment here, but I know how it feels to go through trauma. No, I haven't watched my friends die in front of my eyes, but I've gone through some stuff that I would rather not have. I spent a long time being stuck in that time of my life. In a way, I still am, years after the fact. And as I'm sure anyone else whose also gone through trauma can say, that's not fun. All I want is to leave it behind me.

Do I always write fic for wish fulfillment? Not necessarily. But the long way is the only home is definitely an exploration of Matt and Joey's trauma, and as someone who is forced to explore their own trauma, I don't want to be stuck in it forever.

Matt, Nikita, and Joey joining the Society is them never letting Everlock go. It's them letting the promise of getting their friends back consume them, with the assumption that they've given up their lives for the sake of the Society. Now I am reading this seriously, and applying real-world mechanics to a fictional web series, but imagine how much work it would take to join a secret society of magic-wielding field agents. Personally, to me, them choosing that route feels like them trying to make it seem like they've put Everlock behind them when it's really still all they can think about, because they're joining the Society to get their friends back.

While this is an understandable mindset to have, and I wouldn't be opposed to perhaps someday writing a series or fic that follows canon more closely, it's just not what I wanted to write. I wanted to write Matt and Joey healing. I wanted to write them living their lives again, even after it felt like their worlds had ended, because somewhere there's a part of me that needs to know that, too. I'm sure I'm not alone in this feeling, especially not with...certain world events.

As a less heavy answer, I write fanfiction to explore things that canon does not. Canon already explores Matt and Joey becoming Society agents! (Well, "explores" in quotes, because it's basically three lines and a costume change, but I digress.) I write them shunning the Society for the same reason I write Joey as trans and deeply in love with Matt. Canon doesn't have that!

So, as a TL;DR: Because I want to see people who have had their worlds destroyed being able to heal, and also, I want to see things in fanfic that canon doesn't show.