#basically this version of events is from an older version of the plot and it is Possible that the Previous Chapter.....

[aeyumicore]

one year older - caleb 夏以昼

you’ve been completely occupied during the week of caleb’s birthday—leaving caleb needy and jealous. he intends to make up for every lost moment. a birthday special for our dearest caleb. inspired by but NOT based on ‘no-return night.’ it will not follow the same plot or dialogue.

━ .ᐟ✧ PAIRING: caleb x female reader (afab)

━ ✧.˖ GENRE: smut, porn with very little plot, porn with feelings

━ .ᐟ✧ WORD COUNT: 6.9k

━ ✧.˖ WARNINGS: mdni, explicit sexual content, flirtatious use of ‘gege,’ drunk!caleb, jealous!caleb, possessive!caleb, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral sex m! and f!receiving, sex on the floor, unprotected sex, swallowing, tiddy sucking, possessive behavior, cum marking kinda, gideon is mentioned a lot, caleb is pouty and sulky, squirting, multiple orgasms, lots of petnames, no use of y/n

━ .ᐟ✧ LINKS: ao3 | original inspo | shot, shot, shot, shot! fic

━ ✧.˖ A/N: this is kinda caleb’s version of shot, shot, shot, shot! in which he is drunk and jealous and inspired by that one clip of that drunk asian guy drinking water. i may end up writing his own dedicated version—unsure as of now since this one basically is that + birthday twist.

again, inspired by but NOT based on ‘no-return night.’ it will not follow the same plot or dialogue.

happy birthday to our dearest xia yizhou. you are so unbelievably loved. i hope everyone’s been having fun celebrating caleb’s birthday! i will be pulling for no-return night tomorrow, wish me luck <3

THIS IS MY ONLY ACCOUNT. I WILL NEVER POST MY FICS ON OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS. I WILL ONLY POST ON THIS ACCOUNT AND ON AO3.

✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖ nsfw | minors dni | 18+ only | minors dni | nsfw ✦ . ˖ ✧ .ᐟ ˖

[17:31] Brat: i can’t come over tonight :-( gideon needed help picking ur gift. i’m sorry, ill see you tmw birthday boy! <3

Caleb sighs, typing a quick response—thumbs flying across the screen. Amidst the privacy of his Fleet office, he doesn’t bother to hide the disappointment or simmering jealousy from his breathy exhale. 

[17:33] Caleb: Again? I’ve barely seen you this week :(

You’d come to Skyhaven, taking a whole week off, to spend his birthday with him. His first birthday since everything had become so complicated. 

And Caleb was used to sharing his birthday. Growing up, he’d always found himself throwing joint birthday parties or forgoing his birthday altogether for summer sports events. 

But it was different now. Spending nearly an entire year playing dead—living without you, altered his view on life. He wanted every milestone, every birthday, every little thing someone could have to look forward to. 

And he wanted it with you. 

Caleb’s jaw ticks dangerously when you don’t respond, pocketing his phone and turning back to the mission reports on his desk. 

But he finds concentration elusive, too distracted by the irrational possessiveness bubbling inside of him. Swearing, he pulls his phone back out. 

Nothing. 

His chest aches with an emptiness that can only be attributed to your absence. The same dull throb he feels when he can’t touch you—when you’re not in his field of vision. Which, lately, seemed more often than not.

Even for his birthday week in Skyhaven it seemed like Gideon got your attention more than he did. He knew the two of you were friends. Beyond the silly nostalgic times the three of you had shared during his time at Skyhaven University and Aerospace Academy, Gideon had been there for you during the hardest time of your life. 

Fucking Gideon.

Caleb sulks childishly to himself. The logical part of him knew that the two of you were probably meeting up to scheme something for his birthday. He trusted Gideon with his life, which wasn’t something he could say about many people these days. 

He shouldn’t be jealous. Rationally, he knew that.

But, when it came to you, he tended to be anything but rational.

“Colonel? Sir?”

An unexpected voice cuts him out of his thoughts. He pockets his phone, quickly masking his expression. The pout he didn’t even realize he wore slides off, replaced by the calculated and authoritative Colonel’s mask. He snaps without even realizing it—much harsher and sharper than he normally was with his subordinates.

“What?!”

The lieutenant standing on the other side of the desk gulps nervously, bowing his head respectfully. In less than a fraction of a second, Caleb collects himself.

“Apologies. What do you need, Lieutenant?”

God, he could use a drink. 

–

You adjust the string of twinkling lights you’d strung up on the couch in Caleb’s living room. Biting your lip, you fluff up the adorable apple shaped plushie that sat on the furniture. 

Spinning around, you take one last quick once over of the space.

The countless wrapped presents you’d gotten for him were tastefully scattered about, the projector set up against the wall just how you wanted it, every balloon meticulously placed. His living room, albeit much homier now that you’d basically taken over his life like a tornado, was normally still a bit bare. But now, it looked like something out of a dream.

Perfect.

It was the first birthday you’d be celebrating with Caleb ever since the explosion. Now that things were finally somewhat settling down into a comfortable routine, you wanted to show Caleb just how much you’d missed him—cherished him. Starting with his birthday. 

The first of a lifetime of birthdays you would share together. You’d make sure of that. 

Your phone buzzes with a text, the screen lighting up with Gideon’s contact.

[8:15 PM] Gid: Let me know how Xia reacts! Good luck.

[8:15 PM] Me: i will! thank u for helping me set up again gideon!!

Your heart clenches as you catch the unread text message from the birthday boy himself. You’d been so excited to get the house ready that you’d completely forgotten to text him back. 

Just as you’re typing out a response, you hear the familiar sound of the front door clicking unlocked. Eyes widening, you set your phone down, carefully picking up the birthday cake you’d made and positioning yourself in the entry way that connects to the foyer.

Seconds tick by, the faint sound of fumbling making you set the cake down on the console table in a mix of confusion and worry. As you’re about to reach for the handle, the door pushes open—revealing Caleb.

In the dim entryway you don’t see how slightly disheveled he is, a flush creeping up his neck. You probably wouldn’t have seen it even if the light had been flipped on, far too excited to see him. To celebrate him. 

“Happy birthday, Caleb!” you squeal, all but forgetting the uncharacteristic fumbling, bounding up to him and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and launching yourself into his arms.

Caleb grunts in surprise, completely taken aback but catching you by your waist all the same. His lengthy fingers spread to grip you tightly, securing you against his solid body. You’re so caught up in your excitement that you miss the odd way Caleb stumbles a step backward as he catches you.

“Well, early birthday,” you giggle, glancing at the clock. 

8:37 PM. You hadn’t even noticed how late it’d gotten. You crinkle your brows slightly, wondering how Caleb hadn’t caught you in your little scheme. You were well behind schedule, considering Caleb always got home at 7:30 on the dot with his military-disciplined punctuality. 

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you,” Caleb murmurs into the top of your head, taking a deep inhale of your scent. 

You laugh into his chest, the smooth leather of his uniform digging into your cheek. You sigh happily as his hands wander up, wrapping his arms around you entirely. The entire elaborate birthday surprise is briefly forgotten as you sink into his hold, missing him terribly after not seeing him much this week as you ran around scheming.

“Smell so damn good,” Caleb’s voice is so muffled, his breath warm against your scalp. With his words obscured against your hair, you can’t hear his slight slur.

Taking a small step backward, you peer up at him. Your knuckles brush gently across his cheek, grinning as he adorably leans into your touch.

”How was work? You feeling okay?”

Caleb bends down to brush his lips against your temple, “I am now.” 

Your chest constricts, knowing you’d barely had time with him this week. Remembering why you’d had to avoid him all week, you eagerly tug him along to the living room that casts twinkling lights down the hallway like an absolute dream world. Caleb stumbles behind you, letting you pull him along.  

Just as you’re almost in sight of the surprise you’d set up, you stop in your tracks.

”Wait, wait!” You run behind him, tiptoeing up to cover his eyes with your hands, his skin hot and flushed against your palms. Distracted by your excitement, you push him along with your hands covering his eyes like a blindfold. 

Tripping against his heels due to the height difference, you whine and retract your hands, “Okay this isn't working. Close your eyes!”

Caleb chuckles breathily and complies, his violet eyes shutting, “Of course, pip-squeak.”

Once you’re sure his eyes are closed, waving your hands in front of him for good measure, you guide him the rest of the way into the once depressing living room, now a cozy paradise for just the two of you.

“Okay, open!”

Caleb’s eyes flutter open, hazy with a distinct sluggish fog that you’ve yet to fully notice. The mist clears in an instant as he takes in the scene before him.

His throat tightens at the transformation the Skyhaven house undergone. The only memories he used to have in this room were the gray storm clouds that floated just outside the floor to ceiling windows when he’d jolt awake from nightmares, covered in a cold sheen of sweat. 

Until you came back into his life.

Now, only the most pleasant memories remain. Takeout on the coffee table as you fed him dumplings cross legged on the carpet, him drying your hair as you sat in front of the glass panes watching jets fly by, you curled against his chest on the couch as movies played into the night.

The same couch that was now covered in balloons, fairy lights, and perfectly wrapped presents.  

Without a word, Caleb pulls you flush against his body, your back pressed firmly into his chest and his bicep wrapped securely around your shoulders. You burst into a fit of laughter as he buries his face into shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. You hold onto his arm that’s around your chest, enjoying the way he leans into you. 

“So this is what you were up to, hm?” His breath is warm as it tickles you, his skin hot even under the thick layers of his uniform. 

“Yes,” you grin mischievously before turning to him with a question of your own, “What about you? You’re home late today.” 

Now facing him, the warm glow from dozens of twinkling fairy lights illuminating his handsome face, you notice how red Caleb is. 

His bright eyes finally flicker down, distracted by the picturesque scene behind you. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, a familiar hungry glint in his violet eyes. Before wasting another second, he crashes his lips to yours and devours you like a man starved.

You moan as he gently demands entry—wanting more. His fingers hold you possessively, one gripping your hair and the other holding your chin as his tongue makes up for every minute he didn’t get to hold you this week.

But as you lose yourself in the kiss, the faint taste of alcohol snaps you back to the present. The flushed and clammy skin, the stumbling, the slight slur.

Pulling away, you take his face into your hands and look into his starry eyes,

“Caleb Xia, are you drunk?!”

Caleb blinks at you slowly, the tips of his ears pinkening at being caught red-handed. 

“No, are you?”

You burst out laughing as his eyes try their best to focus on you, “You are!”

Caleb grins crookedly at you, “No. I’m—hicc—Caleb.”

You roll your eyes at his ill-timed hiccup, dragging him to the couch and gently pushing him down onto it. He flops onto it unceremoniously, his arm resting atop one of the apple cushions and his thighs spread wide to let you stand between them. With his other hand, he loosens his tie, his Adam’s apple bobbing thickly under his uniform. 

You can’t help but dig your teeth into your lip at how unfairly attractive he’s always been, especially in a tie. The way he loosened it—the way he looked up at you with molten desire and longing flooding his features, nearly made your knees buckle under your own weight. 

“Wait here, dummy,” you brush his hair out of his eyes before turning away from him, intending to grab some water from the kitchen. 

Caleb’s fingers close clumsily around your wrist, yanking you back to face him. 

”Stay.”

He looks up at you with expectant eyes, his voice coming out soft and breathless. The plea is vulnerable as it is demanding.

”Spend my birthday with me.”

You smile reassuringly at him, stepping back toward him to press a tender kiss to his parted lips, the alcohol still lingering on his tongue.

”I’m just going to get you some water, okay? I’m not going anywhere. It’s your birthday—you get anything you want.” 

Caleb groans, almost a guttural growl, “Fuck. Don’t say things like that. N-Not when I’m like this.” 

The heat in his voice is undeniable, making your skin crawl with burning anticipation. 

“Water first,” you croak, “Then, whatever the birthday boy wants.” 

The drunken colonel pouts with distaste but lets you slip your wrist out of his grasp. Before you change your mind, you quickly make your way to the kitchen and grab a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with cool filtered water.

When you get back to the couch, Caleb looks considerably more inebriated as he plays with the silver tag of his necklace, dangling it in front of his face. When he sees you, his eyes light up and a lopsided grin appears on his face. ”Finally,” he slurs, reaching out for you, “Missed you,”

You roll your eyes, letting him hook his arm around your waist, yanking you to him, “I was gone for like two minutes.”

Caleb’s eyes scrunch as he pulls you back into the space between his legs, both arms looping around you.

”Two minutes too—hicc—long.”

Biting your chuckle back, you take his jaw into your fingers and tilt his face up at you, bringing the water to his lips, “Open up,”

Caleb’s eyes shine with mischief, “Kiss first.”

This time your laugh escapes, amused and utterly infatuated with his adorable demands. You argue, “Water first so I can sober you up. Then you can have as many kisses as you’d like.”

Caleb grumbles unhappily but obeys, his lips parting slightly and looking up at you expectantly. His breath is warm against your skin as you raise the glass back to his mouth, gently guiding his chin with your fingers.

As he drinks, you gently stroke his burning skin with your thumb. Despite protesting, he gulps the water down hungrily. 

But his sight is entirely trained onto you and not the cup, eyes flickering down the curves of your bare shoulder. In his heated appreciation, rivulets of cold liquid dribble down his chin, dripping tantalizingly down the bulge of his neck.

His thick eyelashes flutter back up, violet eyes meeting yours with unspoken heat and longing—compounded by the amount of times someone else had taken you from him this week.

With his face tilted up, drinking greedily from your hands, eyes wide and locked onto you with both appreciation and desperation, he looks unbelievably vulnerable. His thick arms still lock around your waist, refusing to let you go.

You swear you could stand there for an eternity just counting each of his long thick eyelashes as he looked up at you like his entire world revolved around you. 

When he finishes, you twist around to set the glass on the coffee table behind you. 

“So—”

You don’t get another word out before Caleb is pulling you down onto his lap and recapturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His touch is territorial and demanding, large palm cupping the small of your back, maneuvering you until you’re straddling him. His skin, damp from the spilt water, clings to yours as he picks up where he’d left off. His other hand squeezes the nape of your neck, leaving no room for escape.

The faint remnants of alcohol still linger on his tongue, but he tastes so distinctly Caleb that you can’t help but whimper and reciprocate with everything you have. His unrelenting hold makes you squirm, readjusting yourself more comfortably on his lap. 

Caleb curses, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you still while he begs into your lips, “Jesus princess, please stop moving like that.”

“Are you going to tell me why you’re drunk?” you counter, murmuring into his lips when he’s forced to let you go so he can hiccup. 

Caleb kisses down your jaw until his breath is at your ear, “Went to get drinks with Liam.” 

Your eyes widen in pleasant surprise, “Liam? But you guys don’t usually—”

“I thought that I wouldn’t see you ‘til tomorrow. Needed a distraction. So Liam offered,” he grumbles, sulking, “Gideon’s been taking all your time.”

Your heart throbs at his words. 

He didn’t want to be alone. 

“Gideon’s just been helping me plan and set up. Since he’s more familiar with Skyhaven than I am.”

Caleb’s eyes narrow at you, an adorable pout playing on his lips, words still slurred, ”Don’t tell me Gideon is going to pop out from behind the couch.” 

Grinning, you shake your head, “Nope. It’s just us tonight.”

His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, a familiar hungry glint in his violet eyes. 

“Good.”

With his lips still at the hollow of your neck, his lips latch gently onto your skin, sucking a blossoming red mark right where he was sure people would see. 

“He told me to—ngh—tell you hah-happy birthday though.” 

Caleb only grunts in response, face buried in your neck and fingers crawling up your thighs, playing with the lace seam of your panties.

“Also, Gideon is coming over tomorrow to—“ 

Caleb’s chest rumbles with a growl, his teeth nipping the forming hickey in warning, which elicits a yelp from you, “Say his name one more time, see what happens.” 

You giggle at his ridiculousness, “Colonel Xia, you’re so demanding when you’re drunk.”

Caleb grips your chin roughly, forcing you to level with him, “You want to see demanding, pip-squeak?”

His voice is gravelly and completely serious, making your knees buckle, even as you straddled him. You’d almost think you were the one who was drunk.

“Demanding is what I should’ve been when someone else was stealing you away from me all week.”

His fingers tauntingly trace your jaw, eyes dilated as they drink in every morsel of your increasingly heavy breath.

“Demanding is when I remind you that I’m not a man who shares, not what’s mine.”

The heat that radiates off his body is palpable, the aura of drunken jealousy-fueled dominance and possession dripping off of him. It makes your core ache.

“Demanding is this,” Caleb takes your wrist into his hand, bringing it to the space between your bodies. He closes your finger over something warm, hard, and throbbing under his slacks. 

Your breath catches in your throat as Caleb looks at you, his eyes darkened to a near indigo. His own breaths accelerate considerably with his bulge in your delicate hands, forcing himself not to thrust into your fingers.  

“So?” he rasps, “Are you going to take responsibility for this?”

You gulp, tearing your eyes away from the way he strains against the confines of his pants, absolutely tented and bricked up. 

“Anything you want. It’s your birthday.” 

Caleb swears quietly, chest heaving as he watches your eyes flutter at him—seeing how utterly serious you are about serving him. 

“On the floor then,” he croaks, fingers softening their hold on you so you can climb off his lap and onto the floor before him, right between his open thighs.

“Get on your knees for gege.”

The carpet is rough against your skin as you kneel before him, carefully undoing his belt and freeing his throbbing erection. As it springs free, nearly hitting you in the face, you press his burning wet skin into your palm. 

Caleb groans as soon as you touch him, hips bucking off the couch involuntarily. He pants for air, unbearably sensitive from not only the alcohol, but from the simmering ache of jealousy that still lurks beneath his skin. 

You give him a few firm pumps, mesmerized as your fingers catch pearly drops of his copious arousal. He was so pent up—leaking so much need—that you’d think he’d already cum.

“Fuck—take me in your mouth,” Caleb commands, guiding you just how he liked it. You giggle at his demands, darting your tongue out to catch the beads of precum making its way down his thick shaft. 

Caleb groans, his fingers digging into the soft apple cushion, “God—that fucking tongue…”

When you finally sink him into the warm wet recesses of your mouth, Caleb threads his fingers into your hair, gripping tightly. 

“More,” he croaks—your name spilling from his lips like a prayer, stroking your scalp, “Need more.”

You hum, slowly taking him deeper into your mouth and eventually your throat. Caleb unconsciously thrusts into you, unable to control himself when you take him this well, this obediently.

“Jesus, baby,” he grunts, his restraint hanging on by a thread, “The things you do to me…”

His chest heaves as you take him fully, your lips pressed against his pelvis. You can feel your panties becoming increasingly wet as he praises you. Wanting to hear more, more of his addicting noises, more of his filthy praises, you progressively go faster. Exactly how he liked it.

“F-Fuck—fuck!” Caleb throws his head back with his slurred cries of ecstasy, “Need to flood that perfect fucking throat.”

Whining, your enthusiasm soars, the prospect of his finish fueling your own excitement. Your tongue teases the throbbing vein that crawls up the underside of his girth, knowing how insane it always drives him. 

Caleb’s pushing your head down now, his pleasure bursting the dam of restraint.

”Hah—close, princess,” he looks down at you with pleading hooded eyes, his cheeks red with both the flush of alcohol and the pleasure of your wicked tongue. 

“Look at me.”

If it was one thing Caleb loved, it was making you look into his eyes as he filled you. 

He lifts your chin just slightly, throbbing as you peer up at him through your wet eyelashes. 

“God—you’re so damn beautiful. All fucking mine.” 

At the sight of your teary eyes fluttering up at him, cheeks hollow as you devoured him, lips puffy and kiss bitten, Caleb explodes without a further warning. He coats every inch of your mouth, your throat, with himself. 

You do your best to take every single drop, but it inevitably dribbles down your lips as you choke lightly. 

“Swallow,” Caleb rasps, animalistic hunger dripping from his words. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, collecting rivulets that had escaped and popping his finger into your mouth, “All of it.” 

Even without his demand, you would’ve done just that. With your eyes never leaving his, you dramatically gulp, letting your tongue caress his digit as you pull yourself off.

As soon as your lips leave him, he’s hoisting you up by your waist, throwing you under his body and onto the plush couch. He hovers above you, using his knee to part your thighs, nearly coming in contact with your soaking panties.

“So fucking good for me. My good girl.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, his lips coming down to claim yours. You gasp as his tongue invades your mouth, giving him easy access to you. You’re still salty with the taste of his own finish, yet so unbearably sweet with your own unique taste, only making him more eager. Feverish. Frenzied. 

His hands are everywhere, under your skirt, in your hair, gripping your chin. Every moan, every whimper—he consumes with desperation bordering on insanity. 

Too lost in the passion of his lips, you hardly notice when the two of you roll off the couch. You can vaguely hear the clatter of something falling, feeling Caleb’s hand move against the back of your head and tailbone—shielding you from the impact. 

“Oops,” Caleb grins, lips puffy, still hovering above you, “Got carried away.”

Laughing, your fingers reach up to take his face into your hands. He leans into your touch, turning his face so he can brush a wet kiss into your palm. The floor is hard against your back, the carpet giving you rugburn, but with Caleb above you, it feels perfect. 

“How are you feeling now?” 

Caleb’s eyes hungrily trail down your body, perfectly pinned under his. His eyes darken, hooded with desire that’d hardly been quelled. 

His voice is a gravelly slur, “Feel like…unwrapping some presents.”

Your heart races as his fingers snake up your arm, finding the black straps of your dress. 

“Caleb…”

With one gentle tug, he unravels the neatly tied ribbons on your shoulders. His throat bobs hungrily as he takes you in, fingers tracing heated paths down your skin while he pulls the bodice of your dress down slightly to expose more of you to his ravenous eyes.

“You wrapped yourself up so beautifully for me,” he swears under his breath when he unveils your intricate lingerie, your nipple visible just beneath the lace.

“Fuck.”

He can’t stop himself from dipping down, capturing your breast even through the sheer fabric of your bra. 

“Caleb–w-wait!” you cry, not convincing even yourself. Your eyes roll heavenward, arching into his hot demanding tongue even through the uncomfortably feeling of wet fabric.

He nips playfully at your sensitive peaks, looking up at you through his eyelashes, eyebrows hooded with hunger. 

His breath is so hot it makes you writhe with need as he speaks into your skin, “Wait for what, princess? I’ve been waiting all week.”

You chuckle breathily before peeling into a pleasured squeal when he bites down, gently but firmly, “F-Fine. Only because it’s your—mmngh—birthday!”

Caleb chuckles darkly, releasing your other nipple with a wet pop, “Are you sure about that, sweets?”

He makes a show of raising the skirt of your dress, the rug fibers tickling your thighs. Drinking in each and every one of your delicious mewls, he smirks, “If I recall correctly, you’re always good at taking orders from your Colonel.”

You’re about to retort, fiery sass on the tip of your tongue, when Caleb flicks your swollen clit—precise and intentional. Your cry is sharp as it is pleasured, your fingernails digging painfully into the carpet, thighs closing against Caleb's solid body. 

“Caleb!”

He grins, “Yeah, baby?”

“You know what—ngh fuck!” You’re cut off again when he lowers his head to lick a hot wet stripe down your slit, all the way to your throbbing clit, right through the fabric of the lace panties.

“Fuuuck, did you get this wet just from sucking gege’s cock?” he groans, breath hot against your trembling sensitive lips, “You spoil me.” 

As soon as the pleasure comes, it disappears, Caleb withdrawing with a crazed look of mischief in his galaxy eyes. 

“Say it.”

You whine, your hips bucking up—instinctively chasing Caleb’s touch. He pushes you back down, his palm flat against your stomach and lips latched into the soft skin of your inner thigh. So close to where you need him most.

“Say it.”

Caleb is drunk off something entirely different now, making little to no sense as his tongue darts out to sample you again. 

“F-Fuck—say what?! What do you want me to—mmngh—say?”

He lifts your ruined panties to the side, eyes dilated with pure hunger. Unable to stop himself, even when he wants to tease you, he leans back in. His tongue parts your lips, teasing your entrance. 

Words vibrating into your soul, he grunts, “Say you only take orders from me.” 

Deciding to give in, lest he take away the pleasure just as it began, you sit up on your elbows, “Only you Caleb. Only ever t-take orders from my gege.” 

Caleb’s fingers tighten around your thighs, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the weight of his desperate breaths. His eyes, delirious with hunger, lock onto yours as he leans back on—fully ready to devour you now. 

“And you look so damn perfect doing it.” 

You fall backward as Caleb tugs you forward, lifting you until your pussy was level with him as he sat up. You’re surprised when your head hits a soft apple plush, gut fluttering as you realize Caleb had used his Evol to position the pillow when he’d yanked you towards him.

He was always thinking of you—protecting you.

Just as your skull thumps gently into the cushion, he buries himself in you, so eagerly that his teeth nearly knock into your fevered skin. He’d spent so many hours which his tongue nestled inside you that he could practically draft blueprints on exactly how you liked it. 

Slow. Attentive. Devoted.

And Caleb was always an over-achiever.

With you stretched out on his tongue, his nose brushing insistently into your hardened clit, he shows you the utmost reverence, worshiping you like the absolute perfection you were.

“O-Oh god Caaleb—! Just like that. Please don’t stop.”

He grunts in approval, letting his deep voice vibrate against your quivering skin. Diligently coaxing your orgasm from you, Caleb inserts one of his skilled fingers. Then two. 

“Never going to stop,” he moans into your core, “That’s what I want for my birthday. To be inside of you forever.”

You whine at his words, his fingers easily finding your soft g-pot, “W-Want that too. Hah—please, gege.”

Caleb nearly snarls at your breathy words, fingers digging into your skin.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he growls into you, coaxing you deliberately, “You know exactly who you belong to, hm?”

You whimper, nodding eagerly as he purposely drags his nose against you. Caleb nearly goes feral at your intoxicating scent, needing your orgasm more than he needs his next breath.

“Cum for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice deep and velvety, “It’s my birthday, right? Show me how much you need me.” 

His lips gently close over your aching nub, sucking hard. Your eyes widen when the pads of his fingertips, deep inside you, stroke demandingly against your most sensitive parts, all but ensuring your heavenly downfall.  

Back arching deeply, the end of your spine digging painfully into the hard floor, your body gives him the thing he’d wanted above anything else, any other gift. 

“Nnngh—feels so fucking good. I-I can’t—no more!…Cumming!” 

Caleb’s chest rumbles as his tongue skillfully catches every drop of your climax, holding your thighs firmly as they quake uncontrollably against him. 

You’re a whimpering mess, never quite able to get used to just how devotedly he tends to you. Your chest heaves as Caleb sets you back down, wiping his shiny lips with the back of his hand. 

“Thank you, princess.”

Vision blurry, you sit up on shaky arms to watch him. He fists his cock slowly, already hard and wanting again.

“You did not just thank me for sex,” you laugh breathlessly, making a face at him. 

Caleb grins, gently pinning you back to the floor. One hand restrains both of yours while the other tilts your chin up at him. 

“Think of it as…thanking you for the best gift I’ve ever received.”

Caleb carefully chooses his words, fully intending for you to pick up on the double meaning behind them. You were the greatest thing in his life. 

“More?” Caleb asks breathlessly, his wide violet eyes desperately pleading with yours, but fully prepared to stop if you needed a break. 

“More. Don’t tell me the birthday boy is an old man already,” you grin at him playfully. 

Caleb smirks, devastatingly handsome, leaning down to brush his lips tauntingly against yours. 

“Brat.”

He firmly cups the back of your head and claims your lips—deliciously bruising and punishing. 

With both his hands, he pins your wrists on either side of your head, rendering you completely pliant at his mercy. 

“I might be one year older,” he murmurs as he kisses down your neck, selectively leaving hickeys on your most sensitive parts.

“But I am still perfectly capable of satisfying my girl.”

Caleb presses his lips to yours, consuming you entirely and irrevocably. The taste of alcohol had completely faded away, leaving only the taste of the man you’d loved all your life. The taste of excitement, desperation, longing, and possession.

You feel him use one hand to line himself up with your entrance, entering your with one measured thrust. He swallows your pleasured gasp, pinning your hands back down gently, fingers carefully intertwining with yours.

“Christ,” Caleb groans, his lips still brushing against yours as he gently rolls his hips into you, “Tight little cunt, s’all mine, right?”

“Caaleb,” you moan brokenly, a mix of your release and his saliva making it much easier to accommodate his thick girth, “Nngh—more. Please.”

Caleb growls, his pelvis hitting your thighs with a powerful pitched clap. It’s enough to fuck your breath out of you, your body sliding up against the rough rug painfully. The feeling of his leaking cockhead claiming every sensitive spot inside of you makes the pain of the friction fade away, your eyes rolling back deeply. 

Your needy words go straight to Caleb’s cock, quelling the irrational jealousy that’d been brewing inside him and fueling the possessiveness he felt over you. 

Caleb grabs a throw pillow off the couch, lifting you effortlessly to place it under your hips. The elevation gives him the perfect angle to repeatedly hit your g-spot as it brushed bruisingly into your cervix. 

“So greedy,” he whispers, groaning at the way you wring his cock, “Pussy’s so damn needy. You should see how you’re sucking me in, baby.”

Caleb straightens up, one of your legs wrapped around his waist and the other resting straight against his shoulder as he grips it to his body. He presses tender kisses into your ankle, a sharp contrast to the way he bullies himself into your tight heat.

“Hah—hear that?” he murmurs, fingers finding your clit, making the sounds of wet sinful pleasure even more pronounced, “That’s how much you need me.”

For how self-assured Caleb was in his everyday life, he sounded very much like he was convincing himself and not you.

“Course I need you,” you moan, reassuring the side of him that you know has been hurting this week, “Mmmngh—I’ll a-always need you. Always want you.

He kisses down your calf, so absolutely devoted to worshipping you—to showing you how much he needs you. When he reaches your knee, he wraps your leg back around him, lowering himself to your flushed face. His rhythm is intentional and powerful, each stroke meant to pleasure you and not him.

With your chin softly in his fingers’ grip, he croaks with finality, “You’re mine.” 

But this time it’s not demanding or possessive, but a desperate promise. 

“Show me, Caleb,” you encourage, his urgency fueling your own orgasm. Caleb’s jaw tightens, the bulge in his neck bobbing thickly. 

“Everyday,” he whispers into your mouth, nipping at your puffy lips, “I’ll show you, every fucking day.”

Closing the rest of the distance, Caleb captures you in a kiss that speaks volumes to how wholly you consumed him—how desperately he needs to be consumed by you.

You can tell he’s close, moaning unabashedly into your mouth, hips stuttering against your own trembling body. You can practically feel his cock throbbing as it tries to bury into your damn cervix, coating your walls in beads of precum. He’s pinned you by your wrists again, fingers stroking yours, needing the illusion of complete control over you.

Pulling away, saliva still connecting the two of you, Caleb groans as his balls tighten with that unmistakable tension, “Shit, you feel so good. I-I can’t stop.”

Your toes curl, digging into his back, “No–don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

“Gonna—sh-shit—cum in you princess,” Caleb warns, “Need to fill you up. Haah—Need you to feel me for days.”

You cry out at his filthy promises, body tightening in excitement, his fingers releasing you in favor of finding both your hardened peaks, one hand at your clit and the other at your breast. 

“Jesus—don't squeeze me like that,” he pleads darkly, forcefully being pushed to his precipice, “You like that idea baby?”

Caleb’s fingers press down, eliciting the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

“Y-Yes!” you cry, so close to release you’d say anything if it meant you got to cum with his cock inside you.

His eyes darken, jaw ticking, your name a dangerous purr on his lips.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

Caleb’s hips snap painfully into your ass, once. He collapses on top of you, catching himself by his palms on the floor framing both sides of your face.

“Fuck—you’re so fucking perfect. Feels like heaven inside of you.”

Twice.

“Gonna let gege cum inside you, right princess?”

A third time.

“Sh-shit—gonna be able to smell me on you. In you.”

A fourth, final, time.

“You can take it, right baby? My good fucking girl.”

You cum with a strangled cry of his name, back arching against the cushion, fingers digging roughly into Caleb’s hair. There’s an uncomfortable wet splash that accompanies your climax, your entire body shaking violently against his faltering thrusts.

“Christ—!” Caleb groans, “Did you just squirt for me?”

Your explosion of ecstasy thrusts Caleb into his own violent release, the thick cords of muscles in his abdomen twitching as his body unleashes into yours, powerful and mind numbing. 

A bead of sweat falls from his skin to yours, his entire body strained with the force of his orgasm. Thick hot jets of his seed coat your aching walls, still pulsing insistently against his throbbing cock.

“F-Fuck I can’t…” Caleb’s groan is strangled, falling onto his elbows, careful not to crush you.

“What’s wrong?” you whisper quietly, voice weak, groaning as he twitches inside you.

“Ngh—can’t stop cumming,” Caleb grunts, his entire body shaking as he holds himself above you.

You look down at where your bodies are still connected, his hips still thrusting shallowly into you.

“Bear with me, princess,” he rasps apologetically. Your trembling hands reach up to gently hold his face, bringing it to yours.

You press a tender kiss to his parted lips, your tongue gently teasing his, encouraging him to ride out the waves of his orgasm. 

Caleb’s cheeks are flushed adorably red as you let him go, his hips finally stilling. Carefully, he gathers you into his arms, flipping the two of you around so that you lay on top of him, his body shielding you from the floor now.

He brushes his lips to your temple, whispering softly, “Best fucking birthday.”

At the mention of his birthday, you’re reminded of the birthday cake that was left forgotten on the entryway console table. Sitting up suddenly, you gently extricate yourself from Caleb’s hold, much to his pouty dismay. 

“Stay here, I’ll be right back!”

Caleb groans as he slips out of you against his will. If it was up to him, he’d spend his entire birthday buried inside of you.

But as you walk away on trembling legs, his cum drips down your thighs, giving Caleb the perfect view as he lays on the floor looking up at your retreating form. 

He feels himself hardening at the thought of his claim running down your legs tomorrow, when Gideon—

“Happy birthday!”

Caleb sits up on the carpeted floor to watch you return with a lit birthday cake in your hands, singing happy birthday. The cake has lost its form, having melted when it was forgotten out in the warmth of the house, much of the toppers pitifully drooping against their own weight. 

And yet, as you present it to him, beaming ear to ear, hair disheveled, dress hanging off your chest, thighs pressed together in an attempt to stop the sticky mess between your legs from dripping, serenading him…

He’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly when you finish the song, “It kinda got ruined, but—”

Caleb cuts you off with a tender thumb to your lips.

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You blush, grinning up at him. 

“Make a wish!”

Caleb smiles ever-so-slightly, just the corners of his lips turning up, his fingers moving to cup your chin and tilt your face up at him. 

“What if I already have everything I’ve ever wanted?”

His violet eyes shine with a torrent of emotions that threatens to consume you whole, your own eyes stinging with feelings that threaten to escape. 

You bite your lip as he strokes your jaw, “Doesn’t matter. You have to make a wish.” 

You lift the cake so that it separates your bodies, the melting candle burning between your faces. Caleb chuckles before stepping back and closing his eyes. 

When they finally open, he leans down to blow the candle out. His eyes flutter to yours as he extinguishes the flame, conveying the magnitude of his words—his wishes. 

Every single one of them began and ended with you. 

As he pulls away, you ask him the same question you asked him every birthday. 

“What did you wish for?” 

Caleb laughs, taking the cake from your hands to set down on the coffee table, “My lips are sealed, pip-squeak. If I say, it won’t come true. And I really need this one to pull through.” 

Your eyes light up with unbridled curiosity, “Now you have to tell me!” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“Nope.”

“Pleaaaaaase!”

“Quit it.” 

“Please, please, please!” 

Caleb turns to you as he pulls you down onto the couch with him, his amethyst irises bright with amusement and adoration. He couldn’t tell you what he really wished for—that in the next lifetime, he’d be able to find you and you’d let him take your hand again. If not that, then a seagull that could fly freely with you by his side, through the salty summer skies.

He chuckles, tucking your head under his chin, resting against your infinite warmth, “Fine” 

You look up at him in surprise, listening attentively, practically boiling over with curiosity. 

Caleb takes a deep breath, looking at you with seriousness that makes your heart hammer, “I wished that Gideon would stub his big toe on—“ 

Interrupting him by flicking his forehead, you tut playfully, “One year older and still a child.” 

Caleb grins, capturing your wrist before you can pull away and bringing your fingers to his lips reverently. 

“Good thing we have an entire lifetime of birthdays for me to grow up.”

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The First Night (Miss Americana - Joaquin Torres)

President's Daughter AU Series | Joaquin Torres x Female Reader

Warnings: political setting, sexism/microaggressions, emotional vulnerability, reference to past injury

Word Count: 2.6k

Song: Vienna by Billy Joel

A/N: I grew up watching First Daughter and Chasing Liberty all the time! And this idea has been storming my thoughts the past few days and I just had to sit down, plot it and write it. I hope you guys enjoy my version of this trope and let me know your thoughts!

Masterlist | Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Chapter 1

Chief of Shade Podcast: "DM from Anon says: What’s the deal with the First Daughter? She’s everywhere—charity events, White House galas, but we never see her out on dates. Any rumors if she’s seeing someone? From what I hear, the President’s daughter just finished her PhD, and Miss Americana doesn’t exactly have time for dating with that hectic schedule. And honestly, who wants to date with the Secret Service as chaperones? No thank you."

The champagne in my palm is growing offensively low as I try to smile and half-listen to Senator Williams ramble about how things were done in the old days. Of course I get cornered by the most conservative man in this entire gala while I’m trying to keep my opinions to myself for the rest of the night. I pretend to care, to actually look like I’m taking all his words into consideration and quietly reconsidering my entire political identity.

My father—well, the President—eyed me earlier with his usual tense stare when I accidentally let my tongue loose in a debate with another sixty-something white politician about basic human rights. Someone who wasn’t exactly on my dad’s good side to begin with. I promised him—and the chief of staff—that I’d keep my mouth shut for the evening if I was allowed to sneak out of the event early.

Even though my father moved into the White House two years ago, I’ve learned from his long political career to bite my tongue and focus my energy where it actually matters: outside, with the community.

“Your father tells me you’re a doctor,” Senator Williams says, and I try not to laugh. I shake my head, placing my empty champagne flute on a silver platter a passing waiter offers.

“Not really. I’m not a medical doctor,” I say, forcing a polite smile. “I have a doctorate in environmental engineering. My research focused on developing technology to reduce emissions and improve the air quality.”

“Oh.” He steps back slightly. Now he’s the one who wants out of the conversation. “You’re one of those.” His entire face shifts, scanning me with that familiar brand of disapproval. Even his tone changes, from civil to presumptuous.

I shift on my heels. My feet are starting to ache from all the standing, and I scan the room for an excuse—anyone—to rescue me from this sleep inducing conversation.

That’s when I feel a shoulder brush against my back. I turn around while the man mumbles an apology, and I latch onto it—onto him—without thinking. My hand finds his solid, muscled bicep, and I pull him into my vicinity, not bothering if he was having another conversation with someone else.

I focus on the confused dark brown eyes looking down at me, my eyes scanning him entirely. He’s my age, maybe a few years older, but the odds are in my favor tonight. 

Clean-shaven jaw, dark hair styled back—though a few curls have stubbornly broken free—and a black tailored suit that fits him too well. This gorgeous man is my escape plan.

“I’m sorry, Senator, but I did promise him a dance,” I say, stepping closer to the stranger. A hint of his cologne hits me, warm and woodsy, and I close my eyes for just a second, letting it sink in.

“Is that right? Well, I mustn’t take more of your time. Enjoy the dance, kids.” Senator Williams quickly forgets me as I lead my unexpected savior to the dance floor—whether he can dance or not.

His hand is large and warm in mine, but he lets me lead us into the center of the room, surrounded by other couples chatting and swaying.

The quartet plays an elegant version of They Way You Look Tonight as he pulls me in, one arm resting on my waist, the other holding my hand in an almost perfect ballroom frame. He leads and I follow, surprised—and a little impressed. I fix the position of our hands slightly, perfecting our posture as we fall into the rhythm with the music.

“I’m sorry,” I begin, glancing up at him. “For making you my escape plan. I couldn’t handle another conservative man telling me to find a husband and shut my mouth.”

I exaggerate—kind of. No one says it outright, but the intentions are there. 

My handsome partner laughs, a real jubilant laugh. A few couples glance over, eyes wandering over to us as I can’t help but laugh too, the sound escaping me before a second thought.

“It’s an honor to be your victim,” he says, flashing a smile that nearly makes me miss a step and step on his polished shoes. “Now I can proudly tell my mom that those dance classes finally paid off.”

“A little rusty,” I tease, “but luckily I’m a pro. Comes with the territory from attending more than a handful of these galas.”

The music shifts, something slower, softer, more intimate—but neither of us stops. We draw closer and the crowd around us thins, but we’re still in the center of the floor, like the moment belongs to just us.

“This has been my favorite song for years.” I confess, as the nostalgic, bittersweet notes of Vienna by Billy Joel fill the room. “I always make sure to dance at least once at these galas, for the photos, you know. Don’t tell anyone, but I always ask the quartet for the setlist so I can at least get one dance to my favorite before the night ends.”

His hand settles against my lower back—not too high, not too low—his warm fingers grazing the skin exposed by my backless black dress. We move easily together, like we’ve done this before.

“It’s a beautiful song,” he says, leaning closer. “And the perfect song to dance with a beautiful woman.” He whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. 

We sway through a couple more songs as he talks to me more about his mom. How she signed him up for dance class, saying that it would help him get all the girls in high school. Additionally, he admits that he was the class clown in school, always getting in trouble for interrupting the class, but that always worked hard for his grades.”

“I’m thankful for the sacrifices my mom made,” he says. “And I regret how I made it harder for her everytime the teacher called her while she was at work to complain about me distracting my classmates. Even though she would scold me, she didn't tell me to stop, just help me direct my energy somewhere else and that was football. ”

I nod, my eyes softening noticing his face light up. He was grateful. 

“Now she’s having her payback,” he adds with a grin. “Trying to set me up with all her friends’ daughters every time I come over.”

I laugh again, cheeks aching in the best way. I don’t even remember the last time I smiled this much at one of these events. Or laughed genuinely. 

“I never had a rebellious phase,” I whisper, resting my head lightly on his shoulder. “Never snuck out to meet friends or secret boyfriends. I was valedictorian, President of the debate club and the Environmental Science Club in high school. I’ve always tried to live up to my family’s image and I tried not to be a burden, so I did everything right. I was the perfect daughter and left no mistakes for the media to broadcast and spin it into something it wasn’t.”

“Are you a rebel now?” he asks softly, and I can hear the smile in his voice as he guides us around the floor.

“Sometimes I forget I’m not in the debate club anymore and don’t bite my tongue when someone’s spitting ignorance about climate change, women’s rights and gun control...” I pause, breathing out the frustration that’s been bubbling all night. 

“I need to remind myself that if I want to make real change… it starts out there, not within these architectured walls.” I nod toward the window, where D.C. glows alive in its chaos while the rich sit, drink and gossip behind these highly protected walls.

“It starts with the people, the community.” Joaquin adds, validating me. 

I remove my head from his shoulder and I look up, the chandeliers glistening sequin stars across his rich chocolate eyes, lighter than they looked earlier. 

The quartet announces their break, the crowd disperses–but we don’t. We just keep looking at each other like we’re in our own world.

My mind sparks and I realize I don’t even know his name. We spent a couple of songs talking so openly that asking him for his name didn’t even cross my mind, or his apparently. 

But as I open my mouth to ask his name, Sarah—the White House press secretary—abruptly taps on my shoulder, pulling me out of our trance.

“Sorry, it’s time for the press photos before the event ends.”

I sigh, stepping back from the warmth of his body. “Duty calls.” I pout, already missing the way his body melted with mine. 

Our hands linger, fingers squeezing once before I force myself to let go. I follow Sarah off the dancefloor, and I don’t get a chance to look back. 

Carmen, my favorite agent, falls into step beside me as we head down the hall toward the photo corner, already decorated for the official family portrait for the press to display on the front cover tomorrow morning on every newspaper and newsblog. 

“This is the first time I’ve seen you have more than one dance,” she teases, opening the door for me. 

But before I can get swept away into the sea of flashes, I grab her wrist. “Can you find out his name?”

She smirks. “Sweetie, I can find out way more than just his name.”

Before I can say thank you, my mother appears and pulls me into a sea of cameras, my media smile planted on my face like a professional.

The next morning, I sip my coffee, trying to shake the exhaustion from my body. I never dance more than one song—and now my aching legs and back are paying for it.

“Good morning,” Carmen sings, energetic for someone who probably went to sleep at four in the morning. She closes the door behind her and strides happily into my spacious loft. “I come bearing gifts, my lady.”

Carmen slaps a navy-colored folder onto my white counter and stands proudly, a wide smile on her face. She wears her usual work attire: a fitted black blazer and pants set, a neat white shirt underneath, and the tiniest United States flag pinned to her blazer, right over her heart.

“You found him?” I don’t know why I sound so surprised—it’s the Secret Service. Of course they’d find him. The odds were even higher since he had to be cleared to get into the party last night.

“For someone so smart, you sometimes forget the power the government has,” Carmen says, shaking her head.

Trying to act calm, I pour her some coffee. What if I don’t like what’s in that file?

“Hey, this is the first time I’ve used my privilege for something like this,” I defend, my fingertips lingering over the file.

“It’s not going to attack you,” Carmen teases, hiding a smile behind her cup.

I shoot her a glare and finally open the file.

I look at the picture clipped to the side. Joaquin Torres. 

“Spoilers—he’s actually a decent guy. Sam Wilson vouched for him,” Carmen adds.

“You talked to Sam about him?” I place my almost-empty cup on the counter, careful not to spill it on the file.

“Joaquin was invited by the White House with Sam. Joaquin is The Falcon, sweetheart.”

It all clicks.

I remember the news, reporting on The Falcon’s condition after a horrible incident during a mission overseas. It was almost a year ago—I was finishing my thesis. The news was the only thing that didn’t distract me in the middle of the night, not like The Nanny that never failed to brainwash me away from my laptop screen.

I flip to the next page: A photo of him in his suit, in the clear blue sky.

“I remember. Didn’t he have a horrible accident?” I read through his accomplishments, security access and his basic information.

“He did, but Sam says he’s better. Physical therapy helped. He’s a strong guy, if anyone was going to make it out of that, it was him.” Carmen scrolls on her phone, coffee in hand.

“Do you know what happened?” I ask.

“I do, but that’s not my story to tell. I’ve got to get back to work, my break is almost up.” She moves around the kitchen and washes her cup. “His number’s on the Post-it note. You should call him.”

“What? That’s crazy—and a complete violation of his privacy! What if he doesn’t want me to call him?” I ramble, eyes wide.

Carmen grabs my shoulders and meets my gaze.

“Trust me, he’s probably asking about you to Sam,” she chuckles. “And I think,for the first time,you should do something you want. Not for your mother or your father. For you. This feels like something that could be good and fun. Maybe even for him too.”

“You know you just said not to do something for the President of the United States—your boss—while on the clock.” I try to change the subject. I shut the file and look down at my feet.

“He’s my boss, but you’re my responsibility. But as your friend, I’m telling you to live. You’ve done so much in your life—aren’t you tired of not having someone to celebrate your wins with?”

“I’ll think about it.” I bite back a smile, and Carmen claps her hands together, content.

Once she leaves, I grab the file and drag my feet across the wooden floor toward my bedroom. I crash onto my bouncy mattress and open the file again in front of me. 

None of this is normal.

[tridentrans]

WOAHHHH my DP ocs....which are actually just AU versions of my normal ocs yay <3 got so excited for this event bc i love ocs that i drew new lil references for them on the spot. bc i did not have any before now. which is why i'm late to day 1!! just pretend this is also for day 2. even though it's not reverse AU for these ghosts to have human designs. because they're adaptations of ocs i already have and i decided they were humans who died and became ghosts LOL... and of course Reo is here. he's human and still alive. further oc lore concepts will be under the cut ↓

OK. so. Maverick first. he's a poor teenage ghost who is REALLY passionate about mail. he was quite lonely and pushed-aside (thanks in large part to his brother) when he was alive, so as a ghost his greatest desire has become "acknowledgement", in a sense. as a ghost he can't speak, so he just writes and sends letters. one of his ghost powers is just being able to instantly pull written and sealed letters out of his bag. so if you were to have an actual conversation with him he'd just be handing you endless amounts of letters over and over again... he can also manipulate or summon other mail, doesn't just have to be his own.

ironically, his other main ability is pyromancy. he can burn your mail just as easily as he can deliver it, lol. the fire powers is bc i associate him with fire in my original oc story but also because he's slightly based on the phrase "going postal," so. he has a bit of a hot temper here. i imagine that most people or ghosts aren't keen on answering random letters from someone they don't know, (humans especially are prone to ignoring spam mail) so he still ends up ignored (he gets ghosted, you could say). and then he gets mad.

this would lead in to the hypothetical Episode that exists in my mind. which i would title "going postal" haha. basic plot rundown is that Maverick would be trying to get Danny's attention with some letters, but Danny is a veryyyyy busy guy and would keep accidentally, or through hijinks, ignoring or destroying the letters, both in human and ghost form. this would be the last straw for Maverick and he'd get pissed enough to attack. he wouldn't be a reoccurring antagonist though, as I imagine the miscommunication would get resolved by the end of the episode.

and now for Reo!! he's a student at Casper High and is on the baseball team. which i don't recall if the school is ever mentioned as having a baseball team in the show? but it's a high school. it has one. anyways, he was one of the random people selected to receive Maverick's letters, and one of the only ones ever to actually send a reply. he's VERYYY curious by nature. so even if it is weird as hell to get a letter out of nowhere from someone you don't know, he'd probably reply.... and then he keeps replying even after he finds out his new pen pal is a ghost. he's nice like that. so hooray for MavReo friendship.

As for canon interactions. I did consider the idea of like. One day Reo takes Maverick to school with him, and it keeps setting off Danny's ghost sense. So Danny's freaked out all episode bc there Must be some Ghost following him around school all day ...sneaking ...stalking.... But actually it's his random background classmate passing notes w a ghost all day long. I also have another (human) character from my oc story that Reo is friends with that I didn't do an AU design for (yet?). In this setting, they would definitely try to do ghost investigations together. so that could be a goofy episode plot, that Danny has to manage some random students poking their nose in ghost stuff. WITH another ghost, no less.

now for "Ricky." in my regular oc story his name is a secret but i had to call him something for the sake of this AU so just don't mind my weird quotation marks. he and Maverick do NOTTTTT have a good relationship. he's the sorta typical jerk older brother who has no time for his sibling. doesn't care for that kid at ALL. Maverick is annoying, yeah, and it's really just stupid that their names are so similar, sheesh.... he would definitely be an antagonist, possibly reoccurring, because he's an asshole.

i do not have a little episode plot in mind for him yet, but his main thing is shapeshifting. i imagine he has all the basic ghost abilities everyone seems to have (invisibility, flight, intangibility) but beyond that, the shapeshifting is his only shtick. mostly because that's what he does in the original story AND i'm not trying to make him overpowered. you can do a lot with impersonation, especially since i have him able to mimic humans (something Spectra needs to siphon teenage angst for lol). So. bc he's kindof an all around jerk he would definitely just use this ability to cause problems. it is fun for him...

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Stucky Historical Fiction: Mini Bang 2025

I’m so excited to finally share the schedule for Stucky Historical Fiction’s very first bang! 🏛️✨

A huge thank you to everyone who filled out the interest form—it was incredibly helpful in shaping the event. While we’re still not 100% sure we’ll be able to pull off a full bang (depending on artist participation), we’re going to do our absolute best!

And no matter what happens, everyone who signs up will still receive a custom fanfiction cover, just like in previous years.

Also! Since we’re drawing a bit of inspiration from Thunderbolts (and older, possibly grumpier Bucky), we’re opening the door to time travel for the first time ever in this event! ⏳

That means you can bring modern or post-canon characters into historical settings or pull historical versions forward in time—whatever suits your story. Just make sure history still plays a big role in the fic!

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To keep this event respectful, fun, and inclusive for everyone, please do not:

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[sunderwight]

crack scum villain theory: there is no "original" Shang Qinghua

how this works is, neither the world of SV nor the world of PIDW actually existed in any tangible sense before Airplane died. Airplane dying was actually the catalyst for the system, and whatever unfathomable cosmic entities are behind it, to recreate the world from the novel. that's why Airplane transmigrates into an infant, and also why the world mostly follows canon up until Airplane interacts too much with actual plot-relevant characters, and accidentally butterfly effects Shen Jiu into a fatal qi deviation. At which point the system determines that a dead Shen Qingqiu makes fulfilling the basic story requirements impossible or at least dangerously low in terms of odds, and brings in the second play (User 002, Shen Yuan).

SY is able to earn more points from the system than Airplane, but that's mostly thanks to his proximity to the protagonist not actual preferential treatment, and he seems to have more concrete restrictions on his behavior and limits on his mobility (OOC lock, entering into an already-established character, and of course being forced to ensure that Luo Binghe goes into the Endless Abyss) (this does make it ironic that he ultimately changes the most things). whereas Airplane seems to have more freedom to do as he pleases. the system doesn't even seem to dock him points for accidentally contributing to the death of a vitally plot-relevant character.

so the SV world was originally supposed to more or less just be the same as the PIDW world. it didn't change to any significant degree until Shen Jiu died.

I suspect, then, that the PIDW world which followed canon didn't exist as any kind of separate reality until Shen Jiu died of a fatal qi deviation and had to be replaced. at which point the system -- perhaps hedging its bets -- created two splintered timelines. one being the original sandbox for Airplane to play in and continue to alter, the other being a manufactured reflection of the story's original outcome, possibly to serve as some kind of emergency back-up character bank or reference outline.

which means that the PIDW version of this reality isn't a full and cohesive world. though of course the people there don't know that. it's mostly just a tool for the system, which is why we first encounter Bingge being utilized as an enforcer. Bingge and everyone else who exists in the PIDW reality, they all remember their past as the story and are at the end point of what Airplane had written, but none of it actually happened. they instead sprang into existence at their narrative end point.

since the Shang Qinghua of Airplane's novel died well before the end of the story, characters in the PIDW have various recollections of a "Shang Qinghua" and his death, but they are vague and ultimately do not reflect the tangible events of a world the way that the SV timeline does. they are artificial memories based on a story. PIDW Shen Jiu likewise never really existed, although SV Shen Jiu did. similarly, all the history of the SV world that supposedly happened before Shang Qinghua was born never actually happened either. that's all constructed as well, which means that in a weird kind of a way, no one in the world can actually be older than Shang Qinghua either. they can only have manufactured memories that give them that impression. which means Airplane is the oldest being in that entire universe. he'd even be older than his own parents, because they were created to be his parents the moment he was born.

so there's no other Shang Qinghua. everything prior to Airplane's transmigration in the SV world and prior to the last PIDW chapter in the PIDW world is like when a video game designer seeds a dungeon with a skeleton and a bunch of notes about how some lone adventurer got lost and died there. at no point in the game was there ever actually a live adventurer in place of that skeleton.

that's "original" Shang Qinghua. he doesn't exist, because in one reality he's only ever been a version of Airplane, and in another he's a skeleton in a video game dungeon.

[ghostiebird]

y'know what we don't talk about enough?

Dick killing the Joker.

now i don't know all the details but i do know the basics; Tim was threatened (kidnapped?), Joker taunted Dick with Jason's death during this time, Dick basically goes apeshit on the guy. as he should! then Bruce brings him back because the dude has morals that no one else in his family does (except like Cass).

look i just wanna see Jason being told wayyy after his return about this. after the events of Under the Red Hood.

Jason, Bruce, and Tim are in the Batcave together. Jason and Bruce are arguing once more about the Joker being alive - Tim is minding his own business at the Batcomputer.

"Bruce, how many people are going to have to suffer before you agree with me? How many will have to die?!" Jason says, voice low and vicious as he points aggressively at Bruce's chest.

"Jason, I'm not backing down on this. We don't kill." Bruce responds with that same infuriating sentence.

"You don't! You don't kill! Not even for your own son!" Jason exclaims, throwing his hands in the air and turning to stomp several paces away.

"Dick did once," Tim pipes up absentmindedly, attention split between the case he's examining and the argument happening ten feet to his right.

Jason and Bruce both freeze. "Dick...what?" Jason asks, anger fading into more of a simmer as confusion takes its place.

Tim nods, glancing over. "Yeah, he killed the Joker once. Bruce brought him back."

Bruce levels Tim with a stern look. "Because we don't kill, we're better than that. Dick would've been overcome with guilt had I allowed that to be final."

"If that's what you want to think, sure, Bruce."

Jason slowly stopped listening. Dick had- what? Why? How- when?!

He was marching over to his bike before he had fully registered the movements.

"Jason! Where are you going?" Bruce called, moving as if to follow him.

"Out, don't follow me, old man!" Jason snapped, quickly pulling his helmet on and starting his bike before tearing out of the cave.

He had an older brother to question now.

listen i just think it'd be really interesting, everyones reactions to this, the ways it could come up, etc. this is just a way i quickly came up with, i need more fics and such of this plot!

bonus if someone finds a good way to include that one version where Superman had to stop Bruce from killing the Joker instead - i'd absolutely love seeing that too, together or seperate!

[another-lost-mc]

I hate how Mephistopheles has no lore. I'm making an OC that out ranks him and the fucker has no established rank??? Sir your whole goddamn thing is "I'm a noble, goddamn it" and like no rank? No bitches? No nobility??

So I'm picking one (Grand Dutches, technically?) and going with the punches, but how do you fix Solomare's near non-existent lore so well?? This shit is hard! Mad props!

I'm grateful that we got more Mephisto lore in Nightbringer, but like many characters, new info or interactions are few and far between except when it's needed as a plot device. lol

Even though Mephisto isn't a member of the Ars Goetia, he's a Faustian demon or what I call a "named" demon which has important relevance in my personal world building. Other than that, we know that his family has deep roots to the Devildom nobility, are highly influential, and that he was basically raised to be Diavolo's friend. We know his special power now thanks to Nightbringer, but my version of it is a bit sinister because, you know, demons.

Unless you're new around here, my solution to gaps in the game's lore or storytelling is solved by personal headcanons/world building and creating OCs. I knew I wanted to write more about Mephisto, and that meant exploring his relationships and history outside of what the game told us.

Before NB existed, I was already developing his little brother OC because using characters/info only found in the games limits the potential for complexity and drama. Plus, writing an OC for Mephisto's brother helped me develop my own interpretation of Mephisto's character too.

When the game only leaves us crumbs to work with, here's what my brainstorming looks like to try and explore possible ways to fill in the gaps:

Creating an OC for Mephisto's younger brother: Mephisto is a named demon and part of the demon nobility. My thought: his brother is probably a named demon of some importance too.

Naming Mephisto's little brother: After doing some reading, I learned Mephisto wasn't part of the Ars Goetia, but that didn't mean his brother couldn't be. Result: I just picked a name off the list that I liked. LOL

Note: I have friends that have OCs based off other Ars Goetia demons so I purposefully avoided choosing those names because I write about my version the Devildom assuming those OCs exist within it.

Developing Bathin as an OC: Okay, we have a name. Cool, that's usually the hard part. Now we have to build him up from nearly nothing! What I knew about his character before NB released: he was significantly younger than Mephisto (I imagined the same or slightly younger than Luke with a similar childlike appearance) and that Mephisto was a very attentive and doting older sibling. Based on the RAD Sports event in OG, I concluded if he was that protective of Luke, he would be even more protective of his younger brother as well. I also interpreted the events and assigned Mephisto his demonic trait (having a tail of some kind instead of wings). In my mind, demonic traits are something that might be part of the family's heritage, so I decided that Bathin would look similar to Mephisto in his human form and also his demon form.

Identifying gaps/issues with Bathin's character: The main concern I had to address for Bathin was his existence as a demon of the Ars Goetia. Solomon has pacts with all of them, and this implies that he would also have a pact with Bathin - a literal demon child. Oops!

Questions I needed to answer:

Why would Solomon want a pact with a child and how did this happen?

Are there any limitations/restrictions if a pact is made with a demon child that isn't mature/"of age"?

Should I change his name to something else to avoid this issue? Nah.

Solving Bathin's existence as a child in the Ars Goetia: I basically wrote a world building theory about demon death/exorcism and respawn cycles to explain which demons can respawn and which ones cannot. Naming conventions and the impact on existing pacts are part of this theory.

Conclusion using fill-in-the-gaps world building:

A form of the death & rebirth cycle exists for demons.

Using theory, Bathin can exist as a member of the Ars Goetia because he was killed/exorcised as a mature demon. His essence/power exists within the version of him that was reborn later.

Implications and things to continue developing:

Bathin made his pact with Solomon as a mature demon and the pact persisted through death, although as a child the pact is weak and practically unusable.

Demons who respawn usually have no memories of their previous existence, but Mephisto would remember him from before. That can explain why he might be close and very protective of his younger brother. Solomon would also have memories of past!Bathin as well and that could have some interesting effects on how Solomon interacts with Mephisto as well.

Demons that are exorcised and respawned might carry some lingering physical evidence of their death - for example, the power of an angel's grace maiming some part of their body. This helped me visualize Bathin's physical appearance and explain any potential scars or flaws he was born with.

Child!Bathin won't be a copy of his former self, so there is potential for drama/angst as those that knew him best before re-learn the "new" him.

The possibility to explore Mephisto as a child and how his friendship with Diavolo was fostered/pressured by those around him (and Bathin's feelings/attitudes about Mephisto's potential (mis)treatment).

Explaining past!Bathin's untimely demise in the first place and the characters/circumstances involved.

If you ever wondered how I take a random throwaway reference in the game and expand on it to create an OC, here's what the process looked like when I was developing Mephisto's brother. He's very precious and though I doubt we'll see much more of him in the game other than some vague references, I enjoy writing about Mephisto enough that dedicating an OC to his little brother was worthwhile.

I'll end this with a treat for those of you that decided to read through all this rambling:

[probablymango]

i had a very sad idea for Quanyin based fic that's basically Yin Yu living out a 'What if' scenario with the memory and knowledge from the current life, but since I haven't actually read what they were like beyond fan works, I'm going to post the idea and let others try their hand at it

Basically, for what ever plot reason, he gets sent back to his childhood in the sect, back to be a disciple and having the expectations of godhood. Everything is the same. But Yizhen isn't picked up from the street.

Yin Yu is cruelly happy at first, but then he starts to notice Yizhen around the town more and more as they both get older. He looks mangier, hungrier, fighting to survive, and like one more rough illness from living on the streets could kill him. Yin Yu wants to help him, offer him food and shelter, but he doesn't or can't, forced to watch this version of events play out. Until one day, Yizhen stops showing up.

Life continues on without him, no one seems to care that the street rat is gone and probably dead, no funeral, no mourners, the only person who seems to care is Yin Yu.

He ascends and gets to see how Heaven is once again. Cruel and uncaring of his efforts, the only people who care about him are the people from his sect (who expect much from him), the people he brought into his court (who don't know him that well), his best friend and right hand man (who bitches and brings his anxiety up more), and his followers (who expect things from him). Its just as bad as last time, but now he can't blame part of his failures on how Yizhen was a natural stealing the spot light and ruining his reputation by fighting those who talked bad about Yin Yu, now he sees how Heaven is with one less buffer. A place full of naturals who usually didn't have to work their way there like he did and gossip almost freely about everyone.

He wants to leave, but there's no Brocade Immortal to trigger the events of him being cast out. How could he justify leaving when so many people depended on him? How could he justify staying when it cost a child his life?

Yin Yu waking up in his room at Ghost City, maybe getting filled in on the situation for whatever happened. Feeling the need to immediately run and check up on Yizhen, but holding himself back because of his duties, then Xie Lian being like 'go, we'll take care of it while you're gone' then him immediately throwing the dice and going to Yizhen's empty palace to see the god, sleeping but alive. honestly, this type of fic feels like it ends with a hug since neither of them are good at communicating. i dont know how a conversation would go between them, but since this is post canon probably, Yizhen is absolutely happy to see Yin Yu 'alive' again and Yin Yu is happy to see him alive as well.

[lonely-shine]

Pokemon Reborn OCs 101

A little bit of basics for the OCs + timeline mashup AU my sis and I have for Pokemon Reborn :3

THE CHARAS:

-Click here to see a lineup + relationship between the charas

-Click here to see them chilling at the Nightclub

THE AU:

-In this version of the events, the new world merged a few timelines (including Anna’s and Lin’s routes) that are simultaneously true, which leaves everyone with confusing and contradicting memories. Some people remember one Champion better than the others depending on how close they were during their timelines. This also means the OCs only meet in the post-game.

↳Becaaaause of the 6 Champions situation, in this AU's post-canon Reborn would adopt a similar system to Paldea regarding Champions.

-Almost everyone is older than in canon. For a while ages were listed in the wiki (not anymore, from what I've seen) and everyone was so much younger than we thought, so we aging them up. The characters who have to be under 18/freshly 18 because of plot reasons remain like that, but everyone else is generally older (including the MCs, they're all in their 20s, except for Nana, who is Ancient xD).

↳The exception to this is Lin, who is younger than implied in canon and had a unique development because of the whole stuck with Arceus situation.

-We're yeeting everything meta because we don't enjoy it. That's it, that's the whole reason.

[solidcarbon]

TELL ME ABOUT THE GUYS

yay!! but this is gonna be a long one, so, you've been warned.

they're both from the warframe!! and yeah, a few spoilers ahead, just in case. what game is about isn't really important rn so jumping right to the topic.

the first one is uranus, my oc - an alternate reality version of the protagonist, speaking from a plot point of view - he's older and got a different past than his counterpart.

he's lived in a time loop for 18 years which irreversibly affected him and his mind, but he's pretty chill and open to others no matter what. at some point while living in the loop he started developing self-sacrificial and overly altruistic behavior - this helped him a lot when he was forced to live and adapt in the real society. yeah he kinda forgot how to be yourself and think about your own needs and wants but whatever

the second is the gunsmith. basically - a recollection of memories of a long-dead person whose final wish was to change at least something (he, like many others, died in the insanity-driven massacre on the colony ship. and he did no good, yes) - others fate, their fate or themselves. so, the reason of that insanity just brought him and a three other people and there they are - let's say, the void gave them a second chance, even if they are not truly alive at this point.

he's got a pretty harsh personality, and i perfectly understand his archetype and that's why i'm playing only around it and further ('cause a simple "enclosed mad guy who loves guns" and nothing more, imo, is terribly lame and boring)

so. dropping a whole ass story below

cavalero had to leave his family behind when he'd been sent to the zariman 10-0 (name of that ship), and while he was living under the repression of the elite in their society - which was present even on the ship - he started to seek the more grounded purpose in his life than blindly hoping and dreaming about another solar system which was ship's destination and which no one had seen before. i think he was already more into military stuff before zariman, but the flight itself has messed his career, plans and relationships. growing frustration led into the anger and more aggressive type of behavior, and it got way worse when zariman got stuck in the void during her supposed big-leap void-jump and when people began to lose their sanity and anything human what was left in them due to the void exposure. he was immune to the madness for some reason (like some other few adults) - thanks to the recent events in the game plot i can say it now - and in his case it was because he's way more emotional and caring than he admits he is. yeah he buried it inside, yeah society is total repressive shit, yeah he was always alone except for a few short-lived relationships but still he didn't give up. zariman void-accident was an accident in the first place and no one was really responsible for the outcome. cavalero originally died in the fight (it was totally suicidal intention), and he never really thought about himself as hero or whatever excuse military shit can offer - he knew it's just a way out for once and forever; when you can't take more then you've already got.

uranus came when zariman reappeared from the void again after a millennia (approximately so, tho exact dates are never specified in the game). he has his own story with the zariman - and has all the reasons to hate that place and be overprotective of it simultaneously. (i'd like to tell it too but the story itself is just too long and heavily tied to the warframe lore)

he was consistent in his visits, helped with repairing whatever could be repaired (and helped a lot), helped with keeping scavengers away from the ship, etc. he almost made a second prison for himself without noticing it - he was too used to living in the stable and repetitive environment - and the one who pulled him out of his fever dream was cavalero. they've become acquaintances and knew each other pretty well beforehand, tho they weren't friends. after a few arguments uranus cracked and eventually told abt his anxiety and uncertainty in reality he's living. normally he wouldn't do that but cav was the only «real» attachment he had at that time, so. this is how cavalero learned where uranus has spent his life from 16 to 34 years. and he became more chill about ur

ik all this might sound a bit dark but!! everything is fine they're learning how to live a normal life and be a person again and they're doing it together 😌😌 and also they're kissing

here some silly stuff

i've been drawing & thinking about them more than for an year now and they bring me pure joy and happiness... also i'm (very slowly) writing some stuff about them. primarily it's about their relationship development aligning with the course of the main warframe story (and!! i'm trying various scenarios and themes. before them i'd never think of giving myself a challenge and doing it for fun. and experience) but sometimes i do something little and silly. they deserve that

talking about the latter. ur is a big enthusiast in plants, music and horses - he has one, actually; his dorm, besides being cluttered as hell and being a living definition of a chaos, has many overgrown plants and flowers - he doesn't name them but cares abt them a lot; and he plays (local three-stringed instrument) and sings (no one knows about that). cavalero is very passionate about his engineering and crafting work and actually invested in more than just guns; he likes dogs and hot chocolate (no one knows about that).

i've made a chart thingy with them recently!! it kinda sums up the essentials. and - their in-game look!!

bonus if you you're still here:

[dailyanarchistposts]

Planning: Study the context, chart a strategy, plan for different scenarios

Proper planning is the essence of safe, effective direct action. Keeping your goals and priorities in mind along with the resources you have to work with, plot and compare different strategies. Weigh out the risks and potential rewards of each: always pick the safest way to accomplish a given objective, and make sure you can afford to take the risks you choose. It sometimes happens that as the planning process goes on, a project will get more and more ambitious and hazardous, until some of those involved start to have doubts; at that point, it may be necessary to work out a safer or scaled-down version of the plan, so it can still take place.

There are countless factors to take into account in planning. You must pick the most effective tactics in the context of the current social and political situation. You must pick the best location for the action and take into account all its attributes; you must pick the best date and time of day. You must bear in mind the others who will be in the area, and how they will react—will they be sympathetic, or may hostile vigilantes interfere with your activities? You must coordinate the timing of different parts of the action, predicting how long each will take, and figure out how those involved in the action will communicate.

When predicting the responses of others—say, for example, the police—consider the factors influencing them: Are they expecting what you’re planning, or do you have the element of surprise? If you have the advantage of surprise, how long will it last? Will there be a lot of attention focused on the event? Will it be immediately apparent what you are doing? Will there be middle-class citizens or reporters around, and will their presence put a damper on the authorities’ response? What is their strategy likely to be, based on previous precedents for police behavior in this context? Do their bosses want them to come down hard on you—or to avoid provoking a scene? How well do they communicate, how fast do they move, where are they located, what routes will they take?

Don’t underestimate the challenges of simple logistical matters, such as transporting people or communicating in stressful situations. Don’t forget to plan an exit strategy, either.

Because plans rarely come off exactly as they are laid, it’s important to have backup plans worked out for different scenarios: “If ____, we’ll ____; if ____, we’ll ____.” Have a few different objectives in mind, in case your first choice turns out to be impossible. Having a basic structure for communications and decision-making in place will help you to be prepared for situations that play out differently than any of the scenarios you had imagined.

Be careful not to put others at risk for your actions; the authorities will probably charge whomever they get their hands on with the worst crimes they can, so it’s important both to get those who take risks out of the area safely and to make sure serious charges can’t stick to anyone else. In some cases, you can bring together multi-leveled groups in which everyone knows the general goal but only a few know critical details such as what the target is or who is to carry out the riskiest activity.

Be prepared for the best-case scenario as well as the worst. New ideas, if they are good ones, tend to fail because people don’t take them far enough, whereas older ideas usually fail because they are too familiar to everyone, including the authorities. Sometimes the best results come from applying familiar tactics in entirely new settings.

Look back in time for precedents, occasions when similar actions were attempted in similar contexts. These can be very instructive. As you gather years of experience and learn from others’ successes and failures, you’ll develop skills for predicting and preparing for a wide variety of situations.

[thunder-storm1]

Hamilton fans DNI

I don't like posting drama but I'm so pissed off about this. Lin Manuel Miranda completely ripped off Seven Commandments of Kung Fu (1979) to make Hamilton. SCKF is a classic film in the kung fu genre. LMM confessed to taking inspiration from it when he made his previous play, In the Heights.

Hamilton rips off the same story, characters, and style. I know that sounds weird since Hamilton is based on a real guy, but what LMM basically did was replace all the events and characters of SCKF with similar people and events from the revolutionary war.

SCKF takes place during a war, about a poor boy who takes part in winning the war and creating a government, but then he becomes involved in scandals and in the end is killed by his rival. I assume LMM chose to make his version about Hamilton due to his similarities to this character.

When the main character of SCKF comes to China, he meets two rich sisters. The older wants him, but cannot marry him due to her status and lets her sister marry him, but is sad about it. LMM completely ripped this off with the Schuyler sisters. There is no historical basis for Angelica Schuyler being in love with Hamilton, LMM made it up just so it would fit this part of the original.

The character of Chang Yi was replaced with Aaron Burr, and George Washington is based on the main character's uncle. King George was based on a secondary villain in SCKF. King George has no effect on the plot in Hamilton because LMM adapted in lazily and didn't understand the original character's purpose in the plot.

The real Alexander Hamilton's affair actually didn't have much of an effect on his career and marriage, but LLM portrayed it that way to keep the feeling of some of the most iconic scenes in SCKF where the main character's marriage is ruined by his affair.

A lot of iconic lines in Hamilton were directly stolen. This includes "He will never be satisfied", "Just stay alive, that would be enough", and most noticably, the 10 duel commandments are a rip off of the kung fu commandments, an important part of SCKF.

Hamilton adds some new parts, including his son's death, but these don't fit well in the story and mess with the pacing.

And if anyone thinks that LMM's use of rap and hip hop makes it unique, this was stolen too. SCKF uses a rap/hip hop inspired score, something that was unique and innovative in film at the time.

It's just so sick. I hate when USAmericans steal from foreign countries that aren't well known in the US. It's just like with Perfect Blue and Black Swan.

LMM's rip off is well known in the kung fu film community, but not elsewhere. It's so fucked up and more people should know about it. It's sick that there are people who still support LMM and like Hamilton.

[sketchbuddy]

do you have any thoughts on the gapanese trio....like headcanons or comments....

(sorry for English mistakes, while I'm rambling I'm not looking very much into my grammar)

A few of them! Though I have outdated information since i didn't play newer versions of the game yet

I'm still actually looking back at Sigkin's flashback on Gapaneze where Kirimi, Takahashi and Jeraldy resided, and a bit wondering how their life went after the events of it yet before main game.

— Probably Kirimi, even if injured on his face and eye, became something like a mentor or parent figure for children, since mom and dad dead, yada yada. Or perhaps older brother.... Itttts hard to tell, we all think he was an adult back then already, but we actually never knew for sure, it's just as possible he may be around the same age, he sounds young. But anyway!

— It's obvious that when his injury sealed (probably Takahashi and Jeraldy were taking care of him until recovery) he provided them care at least until their adulthood. But, the angst behind it... As far as I can tell, Jeraldy and Takahashi had to see how Kirimi gradually changes from a person who actually was willing to sacrifice his life for them into a mad egomaniac person, which caused them to drift apart. Jungle and Jeraldy could no longer consider him a friend, just a person with the same goal of revenge as them. Something similiar to how kids can see how their once genuinely sweet parent gradually became unrecognisable due to drugs and alcohol, so they left to mourn the friend that died in Kirimi long time ago, and had to work with basically a convenient stranger. That's the reason why Jeraldy so cold to executives(though probably he just tries to distance himself), and Kirimi the same to Jungle and Jeraldy (after all, he manipulated the last one)

— Jungle and Jeraldy both miss their family terrible, we always hear Jeraldy talking about his parents. Jungle, probably, too, and that's why as coping mechanism one of the robots designed as Jungle's "mom". Maybe he had dogs in the past? Or as a method of coping those two dogs are also his pets

— I also wondering about Jungle's "curse" with which he able to erase people with just a touch like it was in town. Maybe it was one of his attempts to somehow go to the same power level as Shinigami, literal angel of death?

— Another thing... I kinda like to think that MDCR is a somewhat a twisted parallel of a main four gang of Marikin, Sigkin, Bachikin and Jack could be:

> Jack vs Morikaze with their sense of love where Jack is much more sane and respectful at least, and doesn't participate in sexual harassment, even if they think a bit too much about themselves

> Bachikin vs Kirimi - both suffering an encounter with a powerful being (goddess, Shinigami) and basically reborn as completely different people. They both went into madness, but Bachikin actually managed to start her life a new with friends as a good person, leaving dictatorship and her manipalutions, while Kirimi went even beyond irredeemable. They both had their ways to "ensure" things, like how Bachikin as Empress made her subordinates make a soul contract with her which killed them in case their failure and them becoming traitors, and Kirimi always monitoring and making sure Jeraldy doesn't have second thoughts, and drugging him as far as i remember from post plot? The key word that Bachikin used to do that and then stopped, while Kirimi is, well... Kirimi.

> Marikin I'll be honest, i can't compare to anyone, but I find it a bit entraining that both him abd Jungle can refer to their grandma or mom, also they have similar eyes. Also they both have "heroic" things - Jungle went his way to protect Jeraldy as a child and sacrificed himself to buy time, and Marikin literally saved the world from destruction. Except, if Jungle really a good kid with misguided intentions due to the need of revenge, Marikin is... Well, he didn't started as a good person, he was actually very greedy and short-sighted person at first. Yet he went his way to fix things, looking back to events of mo2 with all time travel stuff and then helping Jack in mo3

> And that left Sigkin and Jeraldy, and, well... It's also a bit difficult just as Jungle and Marikin, but, even with a lot of stretch, they very much run around the themes of revenge cycles and hatred and guilt, and how they deal with it. Aside from the darkness power, Sigkin's hatred and jealousy towards Marikin being named a hero and need to feel powerful caused him to cause so much horrible things, and so became of Jeraldy, who became just as hateful and power greedy just so he could see the person he hate dead and crumbling from despair. Except, Sigkin, somehow, managed to break through his own hatred and darkness, realising what they do with Bachikin, and went his way to at least have a judgement on himself and suffer the consequences. And then, with his mind clear, faced with MDCR, what does he do? He was willing to spare people if they wouldn't touch his friends and didn't get in a way towards Jeraldy, and he wanted to save Jeraldy after his thought of double suicide (I think, i don't remember quite much...), and just put a lot of effort to not continue the cycle of revenge and hatred, trying to minimise deaths and consequences from MDCR rampage (since the survivors might develop the same hatred towards mdcr and so on...). And Jeraldy, well... He never got a chance to stop and think, and revert back. Both of the same hatred, and need to see the object of hatred to suffer the same he did, even if it means he would become the same what Shinigami was. Add to this manipalutions from Kirimi, and well... The boy got his peace only in death. Sigkin lives meanwhile, though carrying his sins and the sins of MDCR, too.

...ah, also, i think they designed their uniform after Gapaneze coat they used to wear, like the one we saw on Kirimi in flashback. Aaaand i think that's all for now? At least all the thought i managed to remember so far. Will reblog if remember some headcanons!

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Bittersweet || Important Notes

Masterlist || Art-chive These are the important notes you'll need to read before starting the fanfic. Included are content warnings, keys, and other info. ^^

(To be updated)

---------------• Kickstarter •---------------

We are once again starting a fanfiction without finishing the other ones.

I'm in college now, and we're given a lot of stuff to do as art students. So my updating schedule is, as always, inconsistent.

This time, it's more for fun and for myself than anything. I won't be committed to doing this every chance I get. I still have hobbies and sleep deprivation to think about.

Although, if this does gain some traction and people genuinely want more, then I'll see what I can do about my schedule.

---------------• Disclaimer •---------------

I do not own Wonka/Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory or any of the characters or the main story. This is merely a fanfiction. The only thing I own is how you'll be included in the story.

Note:

Please excuse the poor French, I'm using Google Translate. I am not French in any way, shape, or form and would like to apologise in advance to any French readers. Please bear with me.

I made up some French towns... But Chamonix, apparently, is a real place, but it's not by the ocean. So for the sake of the plot and the pretty town name, it's set by the ocean.

---------------• Notes •---------------

The story will be set pre-"Wonka," the events of which will be added in later chapters, as well as a mix of "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" and "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

Most of the dialogue and plot will be coming from Sibéal Pounder's book, "Wonka" (Basically a novel version of the 2023 film with longer dialogue and more exposition).

Y/N will start off in France, where she hops on a ship in search of her older brother, who's been MIA for a few months. She meets Wonka on the ship, and they travel the world together for five years before she gets a head start to Lyme Regis.

Once Wonka makes it to Lyme Regis after two more years on the ocean, he finds her as a window cleaner/chimney sweep during his stay at Mrs. Scrubbit's. :)

---------------• Keys •---------------

(To be updated)

Y/N - Name

Y/N doesn't have a last name in this fic as it's part of the lore.

Marcel is the name of your older brother

You grew up in France, but you're free to change your parents' ethnicity however you like. My main point is that you were raised in Chamonix, France.

-----------• Content Warning •-----------

(To be updated)

• Thalassophobia (Fear of the ocean or deep waters)

- Slightly explicit depictions of drowning

- Vague and Brief mentions of Suicide

- Depictions of trauma

- Slight graphic depictions of seasickness and throwing up

- Mentions of claustrophobia (somehow a common theme among my fanfictions)

- Abandonment

- ORPHAN SYNDROME!!!😱😱😱

Please comment or dm me if I've missed any warnings. Especially important ones. Scold me if you have to. Previous (Masterlist) || Next (Art-chive)

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How I would rewrite Pokemon Journeys//Improve on it as well.

SO YEAH!!! I’m posting this cause I Love the Pokemon anime and I think Journeys could have done a bit better with its Storylines and stuff like that.

So for this post I’m gonna try to rewrite the Pokemon Journeys Anime. (But I need to explain a few rules first…)

1 - The Series will be like Journeys with a few differences.

It’s still a World traveling Series with Different Pokemon Regions and stuff like that, But for the first season alone. It will be centered around Galar for the Darkest day ARC (Which will set up the events in the future and stuff like that.)

Also! Project mew will be intertwined into the Bigger plot of this series and the characters who are in Project mew will get Backstory and more character moments so they are not left in the dust.

2 - Movie exclusive characters and Characters of the day from Before and during Journeys will appear in the Rewrite.

Like for example…

Doyle from that one BW episode! For the rewrite I could see him working with Looker and Emma as they investigate into the mysterious things going on at the Chairman Rose corporation in Galar.

Or Regina! She can be a semi-Temporary Traveling companion for Ash, Goh, Chloe and Gloria as they travel to the Isle of Armor for a Story Arc of some kind then she returns for the Galar League against Leon! (Quick note: The Masters 8 Tournament will still happen, it’s still being set up by Leon when he becomes the chairman of the League so I could see it happening around Gen 10 or 11.)

Also yes! There will be 4 Main characters like in the XYZ Anime with Serena, Bonnie and Clemont and Ash.

The Journeys Gang will be…

1 - Ash Ketchum: The Protagonist.

2 - Goh: Ash’s newest friend and wants to catch Mew themselves! (He will be part of the Project mew storyline.)

3 - Chloe: She is Gohs Childhood friend and is still figuring out what she wants to do with her life. (She will still have Eevee.)

4 - Gloria!: She is Hops Childhood friend and is still new to her Pokemon Journey so far!

3 - Also! The Rivals! Who are the Rivals of this rewrite?!

1 - Rinto: He is a Male Pokemon Trainer from Sinnoh but also has connections to Paldea.

2 - Bede: He is the Student/Apprentice of Chairman rose and is like His game counterpart and stuff like that.

3 - Marnie: She is Peirs younger sister and she wants to win the league so she can give her hometown the attention it deserves due to hard times and stuff like that.

4 - The other Coronation series Trainers that Ash has met (I don’t really care who I pick for the rewrite I just want to give them backstory or something.)

5 - Hop: He is basically his game counterpart and his game story will be explained in the rewrite. His Goal is to get out of his Brothers shadow and become the strongest trainer in the world!!!

6 - Victor: He is Gloria’s Older Brother and is currently on a Journey on his own. He will be one of the Coranation series participants that Ash fights.

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4 - The Episode structure.

There will be different kinds of episodes for the rewrite, Though these different kinds of episodes could mix with each other due to how they are written.

Type #1 - Region focused Episode: A Past character or Game character could appear or Ash could battle a Gym leader.

Type #2 - Coronation series Battle: Ash basically Battles someone like a Random trainer/Gym leader/Elite 4 member or Champion/Game character for the entire episode.

Type #3 - Filler episode: This Episode is usually an improved version of a Filler episode from Journeys…

Example: The 80th Episode of Journeys has The character Nito; He is a Pokemon Hunter and he gets arrested and stuff like that. But what if it turns out that he was hired by Chairman Rose?! Hm? He was hired so he could catch more pokemon for Chairman roses Experiments on Pokemon! SHOCKING RIGHT?! SO INTERESTING!!!

and when I mean “Experiments” I’m referring to the Dynamaxing experiments for the Darkest Day storyline so when we get to the Pokemon League storyline near the end of The Rewrite, He will release the Pokemon Eternatus and cause Chaos!

Though I do admit that I didn’t write any of this yet, So I’m still figuring out if I should use a different name for the 1st Arc instead of calling it “The Darkest day.” (It gets confusing.)

My Replacement idea is that when Chairman rose is testing one of his Pokemon experiments, It causes the Energy points around Galar to act up and stuff like that. (I got this one idea from Loumiose Trainer Zac’s Sword and shield rewrite on YouTube. CHECK IT OUT ITS PRETTY GOOD PLEASE!!!)

and that’s what I got so far for my rewrite.

The rewrite would basically be a mix of World hopping and the main story being centered around Galar.

Oh! I forgot to mention the Hisui and Gen 4 remakes!!!

For the Gen 4 remake episodes with Dawn; I would keep them but change the one where they go to an alternate universe with AU Ash and AU Dawn.

I would change that episode to where The Journeys Gang meets the characters from the AU Ash Movies (Movies 20/21 and 23? I forgot when movie 23 came out so I don’t know if it would fit or not.)

I would like to see Canon Ash meet Cross and Sorrel and Dawn meeting Verity from Movie 20.

Sorrel could also meet the XYZ characters and have a Angst filled moment with Clemont about his Dead Luxray or something like that.

and the Hisui special could be swapped with a mini Arc or just keep the specials in the style of a Netflix movie.

So yeah…These were my Journeys rewrite thoughts, You can Comment your thoughts or just like it or something idk.

Also have a great day and Keep being creative! And being yourself!

Nevermind just another quick note about Project mew!

Project mews Creator aka Professor Amarath would be hired by Chairman Rose so that He can do more research on Pokemon while outside of his Office space.

Chairman rose Wants to make Prof Amarath think that he is doing good with his Project when he really ain’t and is being Tricked!!!

Anyways I’m done and have a great day and keeping being creative and stuff like that.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki spin-off ideas

I'm going to preface this by saying, I do not think we will ever get a Loki spin-off. But that doesn't mean I can't think about all the great possibilities there could be. And also I am quickly running out of ideas again.

Spoilers for Loki.

TVA workplace comedy, featuring B-15 Verity, Casey, OB, on occasion Sylvie and Mobius, and introducing new (queer) characters. Casey and OB stumble their way into a relationship, Verity once and for all establishes that she can detect lies, Mobius is sad until in the season finale (with special guest star Tom Hiddleston!) someone figures out how to get him to Loki. And we get Lokius in the last ten seconds, because they pull a Will Shatner and purposely ruin every other take that isn't them making the fuck out.

TVA training shorts, featuring Miss Minutes (ugh), reminiscent of those high school PSAs they made Cap do ("So you got detention," etc.), but animated in the style of the introductory video Loki watched in the first episode. You could also have a second season of them as an updated version following the dissolution of the Sacred Timeline and how the branches are seen as good things now. Maybe the new ones are narrated by members of the Time Revengers, since Miss Minutes is still being rehabilitated. (I'm still deciding if the idea of listening to Mobius tell the story of how the multiversal tree was created would be heartbreaking even if he managed to remain professional and not break down in tears, or if it would be really sweet that he gets assigned that video.)

Lokis in the void, following mainly Kid Loki and (if we retcon it, set this before the show, or he somehow survived) Classic Loki, but also ridiculous schemes of President Loki (yuck, no thank you) that constantly get thwarted. The B-plot is Alligator Loki sneaking off and getting up to some shit in an anti-Perry the Platypus running gag. (Wait, maybe I just want a Phineas and Ferb parody where every character is a Loki and it takes place in the void. That could be so stupid it's hilarious.)

Classic Loki in Valhalla please I need it. Like we start similarly to the events of my fic After, where Classic Loki arrives in Valhalla and reunites at long last with Thor (don't ask me how, I know technically his timeline was reset). Then the show continues with Classic Loki and Thor getting up to hijinks in Valhalla, maybe scheming to break out of Valhalla (a storyline for Loki in various contexts I've played around with a few times). We could have different characters from the Thor movies and comics in Valhalla, but since they're all dead, they're all played by older actors. You could make some easy, low-hanging old jokes (back pain every time they use their weapon, etc.), but they're gods and they're dead, so technically they should be fine. They're just old and dead. (But like, Tony Stark is for sure in Valhalla, too. You could have some frostiron going on. Or Fandral. He's there, too, Ewing.)

Mobius's adventures in the multiverse, just episodes of him traveling through time and experiencing it (I'm realizing now that this is basically just the premise for Doctor Who...). Also going on in this series is obviously Mobius missing Loki and looking for a way to get to him. Of course (because this is my show and I say so), the series would end with them reuniting and confessing and staying together, either in the tree if need be or in the wider multiverse if Loki is able to leave the tree. And there would certainly be episodes throughout the show featuring the other members of our Time Revengers. Maybe the workplace comedy and this show are occurring simultaneously. (Like one episode of TVA someone's like "Where's Verity?" "Oh she's on a mission." And you're like oh the actor has a break or is filming something else, and then later that week the episode of Mobius airs and THERE'S VERITY!)

Sylvie in Broxton. That's it, that's the show. Just Sylvie living her best life in the small town, working at McDonald's, hanging out at Lyle's record store, ignoring 90% of the calls on her TemPad (unless it's Mobius, because in spite of herself, she's a little worried about him).