#coyote roth

[sortasp00ky]

He does not have a single thought in his head

[aspirationalbrand]

heartbreakers (1984)

[its-in-the-woods]

Coyote Head - Part 8 - Dancing in Thunder

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean 

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: The spring dance end in a storm

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning:  Animal/people death, dead animal mutilation, Blood, Gore, Violence, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

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*please mind the tags, this one gets a bit gross

Lucy sat on the toilet trying to calm her breathing, the music could just be heard through the wood wall beside her. The level of anxiety she’d been feeling lately was supposed to be tempered by the Friday night dance, instead, it had just made her feel more out of place. The week had been a non-stop run. The cows had finally finished calving, two needing assistance, Lucy wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to having her entire arm inside a cow. Thankfully with Lucy’s help, both calves had come out healthy. Then there was the fencing issues, John Roth had come over asking about fencing at the border between Lucy’s property and his. An additional calf and three more cows had been injured, driving up the fence Lucy could see the concern. Several posts had been broken at the base, wires tangled in a mess. What was most concerning was the dozens of tufts of hair stuck to barbs, something had dragged the cows across the barbed wire and into the bush. Something big. 

The door opened and Lucy’s head popped up, realizing that she needed to get a move on. Taking a breath she stood and straightened her dress, it was blue, snug under her bust, and flared out to just below her knees. The top had a square neckline with mid-length sleeves that covered just enough to ward off the spring air. The bottom was covered in floral embroidery, a hand me down from her Aunt Marge, it was beautiful, light, and fit her perfectly. 

Once her hands were washed, Lucy made her way back into the hall. The building wasn’t huge by any stretch, it had a small dining hall and kitchen, which then attached to the main dance hall. The building had been built in the nineteen-sixties and hadn’t changed much since then, besides a coat of paint. Along the far wall were several tables with chairs, then on the other wall was a band singing, and in the middle of the room were dozens of pairs dancing to the tunes.

Lucy gave a small smile as she moves across the room, to the table Cooper was sitting at. He smiles up at her, before getting up to pull her chair out. She graciously sat down taking a sip of water out of her glass. Sorely wishing she had some wine to relax the last of the nerves. 

“What’s on your mind, beautiful,” Cooper asks, his big hand engulfing her own, she could see the worry lines popping around the edges of his brows.

Lucy put on her best smile, hoping Copper wouldn’t notice how tense her shoulders were. “Probably just need another spin on the dance floor.”

Cooper’s brows didn’t relax, Lucy inwardly groaning at how easy she was to read. He didn’t say anything, instead standing and reaching a hand towards her. Lucy, grateful that he didn’t press things here, standing, and smoothing her dress again before grabbing the man’s hand. 

A riotist country tune twanged onto the speakers, causing more people to come to the floor. The sound of cowboy boots and heels stomping to the beat, Cooper twirled Lucy around dipping her down before swinging her back around. A cheer rose up from the crowd as they moved their feet in time with the beat. Lucy couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she continued to move with him, the man dragging her back into his arms so she was back to chest. The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her, the heat rising against her back easing any lingering anxiety. 

The tune continued, more shouts and laughter as another couple came in, the man swinging the woman up into the air. Twirling around, Lucy and Cooper cheering as the woman came to swing down in a deep swoop. Lucy grins and claps her hands as the pair bows. Everyone smiling at the show in front of them. 

After the upbeat tune, comes something a little softer and slower, the lights going down just enough for it to feel like each couple is in their own little world.  Cooper gently spins Lucy towards him, one of her hands on his hip and the other on his shoulder. Cooper does the same as the melody spins through the air. Lucy leans her head to rest against his collarbone, Cooper kissing the top of her head. The two slowly move back and forth in circles around the other couples. 

Lucy, taking in how nice he smelt, he always smelt good even after working all day, now he smelt like wood smoke and warm spices. His shirt is clean, blue jeans pressed, and boots shining in the low light of the room. The calm slowing Lucy’s heart, just for a moment the fencing, the cows, the farm, the forest, were now just background noise. She could just focus on how softly Cooper held her, despite how strong they were, how their bodies fit together and swayed to the music. 

Lucy - LUCY

Her head shot up, looking around the room for the voice, hands moving from Cooper as she turns in circles. Pushing past people and moving towards the groups, looking for a familiar face, trying to find him. Trying to figure out where the sound had come from, how had it sounded like her Grandfather? How was that even possible? 

“Lucy?” Cooper asks, his hand finding hers as she madly keeps searching. 

Lucy’s heart was pounding, her eyes wild as she searched each person’s face for the one who called her name. She tried to break herself free from Cooper’s grip but he pulled her back towards him.

“I heard him,” Lucy says, her voice carrying across the now silent room. Eyes finally focusing in, everyone around her stopping to stare at her. She froze, stepping back towards Cooper, a few other couples had stepped away from her, their eyes looking over her face like she had sprouted horns. 

Cooper brings her back, “It’s okay, little tired's all.” He says, the music coming back on as he firmly steers her towards the hallway. Lucy was suddenly in a daydream, the world going fuzzy. Her body moving on it's own without much thought.

“I heard him,” Lucy says again, her voice quieter as Cooper tucked them into the kitchen. The light just bright enough for them to see each other, the stainless steel appliance seeming so harsh compared to the wooden building.

Cooper stands Lucy in front of him so he can look right into her eyes, his brows scrunched together as he looks her up and down. “What did you ‘ear?”

“Grandpa Tim. He was calling my name.” Lucy said quietly, trying to hold

Cooper’s gaze. Her mind a blaze with the distinct sound of her late grandfather's voice. “It sounded like he was right there.”

Cooper let out a low whistle at that, his hand rubbing against his face, others squeezing her hand. “Ya sure?”

Lucy nods, looking towards the door, hearing people moving down the hallway. Almost certainly talking about the little stunt that just happened. “It sounded as if he was right beside me like we are talking now.” 

Cooper hums, pulling his bottom lip against his teeth, “Like the stuff in the journals?”

She worried at her lip, “I've barely read one, but something like that yah. I am not going crazy Cooper, I heard him. I heard my name. The journals barely touch on the subject-”

Cupping her face Cooper stops the ramble before it starts, “I don’t think you’re crazy, Luce. Just tryin’ to wrap my ‘ead around it, is all.”

Lucy's brows furrow as she tries not to let herself spiral. “Can we go home?” 

“Absolutely, let me go get yer purse,” Cooper leans down to kiss her, squeezing her hand again before leaving. 

***

They made their way to Lucy’s truck, in the distance the sound of thunder rumbled booms across the grassland. Lucy’s head popping up, looking southwest of where she stood she could see the distinction swell of white and black thunderheads. Looking eerily similar to scooped ice cream piled onto a black haze. Cooper looks towards it as well, as he holds the door open for her to get inside. Lucy thanks him as she settles into the passenger seat.

Lucy grabs her phone, skimming through the apps to find the weather. Not that they were ever accurate, it was more wide guestimate. Instead, she swiped over to the radar, having lived in the prairies long enough to be familiar with it. Taking a look at the giant bloom of green spreading up and moving towards them. It eerily looked like a big bird of prey flying straight at them. 

“Looks like a good thunderstorm system moving towards us,” Lucy says, as Cooper gets the old beast going, moving into reverse to pull out of the hallway parking. Before heading straight towards the ever-growing storm.

As they head south towards her home, Lucy mentions that she wanted to grab a box of journals from the place. Halfway there the rain hit hard and fast. Groaning Lucy squirmed in her seat and Cooper flipped on the whippers, squinting through the downpour. 

A large animal drats across the road, Cooper slamming on the brakes as the tires squeal. The slick road causes the tires to slide, Cooper trying to correct them; as they start to slide and spin toward the ditch. Lucy lets out a small scream, closing her eyes and waiting for impact. But it never came. 

Chest heaving Lucy opened her eyes to see they were facing north now instead of south. Letting out her held breath as she looked around, happy that they had somehow made it without a crash. Cooper turns the truck back south to drive the rest of the way home. His hands gripping the wheel a little tighter.

***

The door was still closed, all the windows unbroken, yet the heavy ball of dread sat in Lucy’s stomach. The same feeling she had had when the place had been trashed. Similar to the feeling she'd felt walking on the edge of the forest.

Clenching her hand in Cooper’s trying to decide what to do. It was still pouring down rain, Cooper watching her closely as she looked over the house. Lucy feeling silly that she was struggling to go into her own home.

“We don’t have to go in. It can wait till tomorrow,” Cooper says, trying to soothe her. 

“No, I should go get the box, I need to start really looking through them. Make some notes, trying to figure out what is going on.” Lucy says, repeating to herself that she was safe and Cooper was here. Nothing was going to happen. 

Lucy gets out of the truck striding, as confidently as she can, to the front door. Putting her key into the deadbolt and turning it with a satisfying click. Another repetition of her mantra before she turned the handle. Doing everything in her power to keep her eyes open as she pushes the door open, Cooper following just behind her. She turns on the hallway light and toes off her rain-soaked shoes. She went to the living room and flicked on the light. 

Letting out the breath she was holding as she scanned the space. Nothing out of order, everything in its place. Cooper takes his shoes off before he goes and sits himself down at the dining table. 

“Get what you need, and then we can go back to my place,” Cooper says calmly, Lucy opens up the fridge to grab a beer and slides it to him, popping open her own. She turns and walks towards her bedroom. 

A scream leaves Lucy’s mouth as she tumbles out of the doorway onto the floor. The bottle of beer hits the floor with a loud thud, as she lays there in horror looking into her bedroom.

The desecrated corpse of a coyote was laid out on her bed. The head lay in the center of Lucy's pillow, the pelt stretched out with bones carefully placed in the right order. Heart laid closest to her, tail and paws placed where they'd have naturally been. It would have been almost artful if it was so brutal. Out of all of it, what spooked her the most was the fact that there was not a drop of blood to be found. 

Scrambling backward from the horror in front of her, Lucy feels Cooper reaching down to pick her up. His yells echo through the place as he sees what is laid out on the bed. 

Lucy

Her eyes going wide at the sound of her Grandfather's voice, again. Feet frozen to the floor as she looks into the kitchen and living room. Cooper tries to hold onto her as she turns towards the voice.

Lucy. I am right here. Come help me.

The voice was further down toward where the spare bedroom was. It crackles almost as if it was coming through an old ham radio set. Lucy started to move towards, Cooper’s hand slipping from her wrist. She had to go, he was there, just out of reach out of sight. The pull around her naval making her take two more steps before her brain screamed for her to stop.

“Lucy, Lucy, stop.” Cooper's voice breaks the mesmer, that hung like thick fog all around her.

“Cooper?” Lucy said quietly, looking around confused as to where the sound could be coming from.

“Don't go to the voice,” Cooper calls out, Lucy unsure why he was even in the house. Cooper wasn't supposed to be there, not now. The voice? What was he talking about? Why was she so scared?  Lucy looked down at the dress she wore, why was she in a dress?

LUCY

It screams right into her ear, like a thousand voices saying her name over and over. It wasn’t right, the letters, and syllables were all wrong. As if it was trying to sound human but the word didn't fit in its mouth. Lucy covers her ears, a scream ripping out of her throat as she falls to the ground. Trying desperately to get it to stop calling her name, her hands banging against the side of her face. Her body curling up on the floor, eyes screwed tight as she screams for it to stop. Something was banging, banging? and banging. As if someone was beating her over the head with a hammer. Lucy desperately tries to fend off the unstoppable noise. 

Something in the back of her mind broke through, telling her she needed to move, to get out of the house. Lucy whimpers, rolling onto her knees and crawling to the door. Every bang, noise, sound, made it feel like her ear were bleeding. The door felt like it was a lifetime away, her vision nearly blacking out with every movement she made. Her body trembling as the sound continues to pound against her brain. 

Blood was dripping on the floor, as she finally came to the door. Looking up at the nob as if it was as far as the sun, she reaches up and turns the knob, before falling towards the deck outside.  The cool night air was the last thing she felt as the world went black.

***

The world was fuzzy, a vaseline-like filter over everything, the light too bright as she tried to move her head. Lucy blinks a few times, as she tries to cover her eyes with her hand. It was stiff and something was stuck into the top. 

“Lucy, stay still.” Someone whispers, Lucy tries to see who it is but it is so blurry.

She attempted to wipe at her eyes with less success, she was so confused. Where was she, and how did she get here? Why did everything hurt so much? 

“Hold on, we are going to give her something to help calm her down.”

***

Lucy woke to the soft sounds of beeping, a warm hand holding hers, opening her eyes the place was clear. The white and green walls of the hospital, machines beeping next to her, Cooper sitting in a wheelchair beside her, dressed in loose-fitting black sweatpants, and a grey v-neck t-shirt. His eyes were closed, his hand held hers, his thumb rubbing over the top of her knuckles. 

“Coop-” Lucy croaked out, her mouth and throat so dry that it was hard to sleep.

Cooper sat up with a start, eyes blinking a few times. “Lucy,” He gasped out, immediately pressing the call button that sat on his lap. 

He let go of her hand grabbing a glass of water from beside him. “Here take a sip.”

Lucy swallows down a few gulps, the water burning as it goes down. She scrunches her brows, forcing herself to drink another couple of sips, coughing as it went down.  Swallowing several more times, trying to get her throat coated.  

“What happened?” Lucy sighed laying back on the bed, a few nurses coming in to fuss over her. Vitals were taken, they checked her eyes, grip strength, reflexes, and a bunch of other stuff that made her head spin.

“We went to your place,” Cooper swallows, wheeling his chair so he is closer to her. “I don’t really know, I saw what was on the bed when you started to scream. Then it goes hazy.”

Lucy’s whole body went stiff as she remembered her name being called out echoing through her head. The heart monitor beeping as her brain ran, fragments of the evening washing over her like a cold shower. The coyote lay spread on her bed, the way not a drop of blood was anywhere to be seen.

“Harris dragged us out, we’re both bleedin out of our ears. The lights flickering, you were still screaming when he arrived. Neither of us co-heritant.” Cooper takes a moment sipping from his glass. “He managed to get us into the truck and drove us to hospital. They airlifted us to Swancity,” 

She swallows, tears burning at the corners of her eyes. Lucy barely remembered any of it, bits and pieces slotting into her mind. The image of the coyote, the voice, burnt into her mind. “Did anyone go in the house?”

Cooper looks away, turning towards the door. “Yes, Lucy. Harris called the police once we're safe, they didn’t do much. Said t'wasn't a sign of forced entry and no fingerprints. Not, sure why we bothered callin'em. I’ve never seen anythin' like that and they just shrugged it off. ” His hazel eyes wide as he looked at her, “It was so strange, there was no blood. Besides ours.”

Lucy leans back in the uncomfortable bed, scrunching her feet in the sheets. A petite woman in a white coat walked in, glasses perched in her graying hair.

“It’s good to see you up, Ms. MacLean.” The doctor said, a badge on the front read Dr. Kallians. “You had quite forty-eight hours, thankfully all your tests came back normal. I would like you to follow up with your primary- ah. You don’t have one.” The doctor sighed, looking over the paperwork. “Are you able to go to the clinic in Roseville?”

Lucy nods, her hand still gripping Cooper’s as she listens to the doctor. “I think I can do that.” ’ 

“Nothing showed on the scans?” Cooper pressed, looking between Lucy and Dr. Kollins. “She’s okay? We’re okay?”

The doctor shrugged a little, rubbing her eyes, “Medically speaking yes. Both you and Ms. MacLean have a clean bill of health. If anything should happen again, please go back to the hospital.” Cooper nods his head, Lucy doing the same. “You can go after the nurse comes to take out your IV..”

The woman turns on her heels and leaves before either of them can say much. Lucy taking it as her cue to sit up, her blanket falling to reveal the dressing gown she was in. 

“Oh god, please tell me that I have clothes,” Lucy let out a burst of laughter at the situation they're both in. 

Cooper reaches behind him and pulls a bag out, “There's some clothes here. But let’s wait till the nurse comes in.”

Lucy sighs, taking the bag from Cooper and placing it on the bed. “I don’t know if I can go back.” Lucy rubs her hands together, suddenly feeling completely out of place. “I just can’t stop thinking about it, I can still hear it. It kept calling my name. Whatever it was sounded like my Grandpa.”

All the blood drained from Cooper’s face as he listened to Lucy’s words. He swallows, looking back towards the door. His body rigid, as his hands twist around each other. “I heard it too, Lucy. But it wasn’t your Granddad, it was my wife, Barb.”

Lucy’s skin crawled, ears pounding at the thought, tears leaking out the corners of her eyes as she looks at Cooper. “I am so -”

The nurse walks in, and they both fall quietly. She looks between the two of them, sighing before busying herself with removing both IVs. Reminding them both to do follow-ups at the local clinic. 

Lucy turns back to Cooper, watching him carefully get out of the wheelchair. He stretches and groans, Lucy hears pops and cracks. 

“I am sorry, Cooper,” Lucy says quietly, sorry feels so empty, but nothing else comes out. 

Cooper turns to her, as he slips a worn sweater over his head, “It’s nothin,” He comes over to grab both of her hands in his,  “we can’t handle together.” 

Lucy gives a weak smile but nods her head. “You know. You don’t have to-” she looks down and away from him. “You have so much going on in your life. I can figure this out on my own. Or Dane can help-”

Cooper tips her chin up so that they’re looking eye to eye. “Nothin. We.” He leans in and kisses her gently. “Can’t handle.” He kisses her again. “Together.” 

Lucy flushes still looking at him. “Thank you, Cooper.”

“Now go on, get your pretty self dressed.” Cooper kisses her forehead, gesturing towards the small bathroom in the room. 

Part nine

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@therealcozyaxoltol

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[stealing-your-wife]

Okay so symbiotic relationship between wolves and ravens, right? Ravens help lead wolves to prey, alert them to scavengers like coyotes and in return the ravens get easy meals.

In a superhero scenario, wherein Danny is not the dominant hero in an area, he could fulfill the raven niche. If we put him in Gotham, for example, the Bat Clan becomes his wolf pack. He gets to kickback and chill, mostly stress free in a safe place and occasionally help out the local heroes. Based on your headcanon he either feeds off the emotions, it satisfies his Obsession, or it just gives him something constructive to do with his time. Depending on whether he keeps to himself as a benevolent enigma or joins the flock he could provide tips, protection, help with investigations or even more.

(I know 'Raven' is already taken in DC by Rachel Roth but who would argue if the Bats just so happened to acquired another bird? And ravens are messengers of death so who really has the better name claim? I mean we could also call him Crow or Magpie and it would be cool but then the Wolf/Raven symbolism wouldn't work :/ )

[idiotonelmstreet]

Here's a shitty introduction :>

Basics: HI! I'm 禅心 (but obviously go by x/zen online since not everyone has a Chinese keyboard‼️) I'm both Japanese and Chinese but identify more with the Chinese culture since it's where I grew up!!

I use any pronouns besides he! My preferd pronouns are xe/she/xir/they! I'm nonbinary but lean more towards the feminine side.

Kintypes/beliefs

I'm both fictionkin, otherkin, therian, zombiekin, and dollkin! If you couldn't tell I'm more connected to my zombie kintype than others.

Fictionkin: Rachel roth, Wendy walker (sweet tooth), Carl grimes

Otherkin: hellhound

Therian: coyote

Dollkin: Doberman bjd!!

I don't really have a religion, but I worship a deity I believe in (norse, I think, God sol!)

Interests:

CoD, TWD (only a Lil bit), Sweet Tooth, clowns, survival, apocalypse, PEEPS!!!, farm animals, porcelain things, taxidermy

People I enjoy watching/ listening to

☆ nickelback

♡ babymetal

☆Imbrandonfarris

♡ Alex g

☆ jessii vee

♡ subliminals in general

Hobbies:

Knitting, caring for plants, sleeping, pacing back and forth, researching random shit

Dni:

I don't *really* have a DNI list, I don't reach alot of people, and honestly couldn't give two flying fucks who interacts with me

Hope this is somewhat good! Byeeee

[teamfreewill2pointo]

What is your honest opinion on the likelihood of a revival?

I am less optimistic than I was before. I know J2 are hopeful and want it to happen, but the climate is terrible right now, especially with the decisions WBD is making.

This article was just released this morning on how WBD scraped Coyote vs Acme, which had really good scores and probably would've been a hit. They talk about how WBD said that they were going to sell it, but despite "handsome offers", they refused to sell it unless they were paid a stupid amount. They'd rather take the $35 – $40 million on the tax write-down.

“Coyote vs. Acme” is running up against something worse than a tunnel painted into the side of a mountain or a falling anvil. It will finally be silenced by a movie studio’s balance sheet.

Zaslav, unlike Peter Roth, does not care about Supernatural or the product. It's all about the balance sheet in a time where the industry is tightening their belts. He doesn't have a relationship with the Js the way Peter Roth did.

Now, Supernatural still does well on streaming. A lot depends on what WBD decides to do with the rights. If Netflix or Amazon purchases the rights to stream Supernatural, then they might do a reboot, similar to what Netflix did with Gilmore Girls.

It's just that the industry is bad right now. The vast majority of shows didn't make it in the best of times and this is a really bad time to be making shows. WBD is currently a dumpster fire.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Five: The Omen (Lilith's POV)

Donna suggested the trip, and Roy insisted on driving us. I invited Bette and Kole, and Donna requested Raven join us. It was the only time we all had off to vacation. We planned on spelunking and walking the beach and doing all sorts of things, but the closer the trip got, the more we all started feeling uneasy. Raven read a book, Bette nibbled on trail mix, Donna messed around with the map, Roy ignored her directions, and Kole slept soundly on my shoulder. Occasionally, I'd lean over and glance at Raven's book or check if Kole was alright, but the car was mostly silent.

Roy stopped in the middle of the road, and everyone looked up. "Injured animal in the road... Hold on," Roy whispered. He rolled the window down partway. "Hey! Do you need-?"

"No, thanks! Can you get around?" a man yelled, and Roy answered back before driving around them. Raven grabbed my wrist.

"Did you feel that?" Raven questioned. I shushed her. Where she came from, those feelings weren't as foreign to normal people. But yeah, I felt it. A full-body cold started in my frontal lobe and penetrated my scalp, trickling down my neck, shoulders, and chest like ice water. Fear. Primal. Final. It was different than regular fear. It was dreadful, helpless, hopeless. That was a fear, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

Raven and I felt things. Other people's feelings, the feelings of animals, and sometimes places. Empaths. Raven was more in tune with it than I was, but it came at a cost for both of us. She was heavily affected by the emotions of others, and it showed on her face all the time. I could mask it, but she never had to. Donna touched Roy's arm for Roy's comfort. Not hers. I could feel his distress.

He sighed. "Call me superstitious, but I've only seen a dead coyote a few times before, and nothing good ever comes from it... And that coyote isn't gonna make it. Looks like something ate it up," Roy stated. Donna whispered in his ear, and he shook his head.

The car fell silent until we reached Happy Harbor. I woke Kole, and we walked in the dark to our cabin. Raven had a dizzy spell as soon as we walked in, and I reached out to help her, but I felt it too. Bette grabbed me, Kole grabbed Raven, and they sat us down. "Yikes, you guys good?" Bette questioned. Raven and I nodded. The energy there was outrageous. Raven's hand brushed mine, and I saw a flash of Bette covered in blood and screaming. I recoiled. Raven stood up and took a deep breath.

"Let's go make s'mores while it's still early," Raven suggested. Everyone eased up, and we grabbed our jackets and the bag of roasting sticks and walked to the beach. Roy and Donna lagged behind, so we couldn't see them holding hands. We all knew about them, but they were worried about being labeled as an item and messing up their friendship. I didn't have to be an empath to see it wouldn't last.

When we got to the beach, a girl and her three male friends had already started a bonfire, so we shared our s'mores. They were calm and collected, so it helped everyone else relax. Then, a brunette and a redhead with a bowl cut came to the beach with hot dogs, and the brown-haired guy made a pass at me. Bette lied and told him it was a gay beach, but I don't think she had to lie to this one to leave me alone. He looked like the type of guy that was more than willing to take no for an answer and move on. I could feel the grief coming off his body, so I could've let him down without hurting his feelings.

We were at the beach until it got too cold to be outside. Once we returned to the cabin, we divvied up rooms and beds. Three rooms. Three beds. Bette and Kole wanted to stay up and paint each other's nails, so they bunked together. I asked Raven to stay with me, so Roy and Donna wouldn't have to find a way to lie to be together. The worst kept secret in America. Roy took his jacket off, and I glanced at his tattoo. Roy met eyes with me, and I leaned forward. I wanted to get a closer look and get a laugh from him. "Can I help you?" Roy laughed.

"Just getting a look at the details," I replied.

Roy nodded, and everyone got ready to take their showers. First, Roy, then Donna, Raven, Bette, Kole, and finally me. I didn't mind. I climbed into bed with Raven, and she turned to me. "What did you see?" Raven asked.

"You first," I whispered.

"I think Kole is going to kill someone," Raven whispered. I knit my brows.

"I think Bette's gonna kill somebody," I replied, "Maybe we should talk about something else..."

Raven looked at me, and we held eye contact for what felt like forever. "Do you think it'd be the same?" Raven questioned. I took a breath. I knew what she meant. I thought about it before.

She drew my hand to her chest, and I let her touch mine. I could feel the smooth outline of her breast beneath the thin, satin fabric of her lingerie. I passed curiosity and ventured into arousal as my hand slid down her stomach and came into contact with her thigh. Her skin was as icy and silky as it looked. "We should stop," I whispered as I tried to gain control of my senses.

"Do you want to stop?" Raven questioned. I shook my head, and she leaned forward so close that our lips brushed against each other. Our eyes were wide open at first, but her lips were so soft. When she ran her foot against my leg, I shut my eyes and melted into the ecstasy of the moment. And then I felt it. Her arousal interlaced with something else. Something innocent and sweet.

"Are you-? You're a virgin?" I questioned. She nodded. "You want me to take your virginity?"

Raven answered with a tentative kiss, and she pushed me down further into the center of the bed by my shoulders. I pulled her nightgown up underneath the sheets and let my fingers brush against the front of her panties. My middle finger ran up and down against the cotton fabric as she lifted her leg, throwing it over my thigh. We kissed a third time, with confidence, as I hooked my thumb in her waistband. I could hear her breathing in between kisses. Then thunder crackled, and lightning flashed, scaring us apart. We turned, facing opposite sides of the room.

I don't know if Raven slept afterward or if she lay awake. But I know one thing for sure. I still wanted to fuck her. That feeling was mine. Undeniably mine.

[hellcab]

🐀🚕🔥

“I don’t know what you should wear, a dunce cap or a flea cone.”

Going for it, Roth was staking his flippant sarcasm on this roast.  He continued.

“You’re a walking, talking shag carpet. You’re a gender bent, Wile E. Coyote with the same poor, miserable luck.”

[ofdarkestdesires]

The Canon Muse List of Of Darkest Desires and Darkest Desires Erotica

So many people have been asking about this...for years now. I specifically don't list the canon characters that I write for because that list is lengthy, and changes with the wind and my personal muse. However, since it is a new year, I suppose it's time we did a full canon character list for this blog. And, as an added note, I will also add at the end of each section notable OC muses that belong to these specific worlds.

Quick key before we get to the list, though: if a character is one of my favorites, they will be bolded and colored. If a character can be written genderswapped, they will be italicized. If a character is written non-canonically, they will be struck-through.

Avatar: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Prince Zuko, Toph Beifong, Suki, Jet, Azula, Mai, Ty-Lee, Princess Yue, Kyoshi, Korra, Mako, Bolin, Asami Sato, Kuvira

Bleach: Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Yasutora "Chad" Sado, Uryu Ishida, Tatsuki Arisawa, Yoruichi Shihoin, Kisuke Urahara, Kukaku Shiba, Sosuke Aizen, Rangiku Matsumoto, Toshiro Hitsugaya, Sui-Feng, Shunsui Kyoraku, Nanao Ise, Isane Kotetsu, Yachiru Retsu Unohana, Isshin Shiba-Kurosaki, Neliel tu Odelschwanck, Grimmjow Jaegerjacques, Tia Harribel, Francheska Mila Rose, Ulquiorra Cifer, Coyote Starrk, Lisa Yadomaru, Mashiro Kuna, Kensei Muguruma, Kirio Hikifune, Bambietta Basterbine, Meninas McAllon, Candice Catnipp // Ryuko Yorukitai

Critical Role: Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Grog Strongjaw, Percy De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Allura Vysoren, Kima, Cassandra De Rolo, Delilah Briarwood, Sylas Briarwood, Caleb Widogast, Nott the (Thicc) Brave, Veth Brenatto, Jester Lavorre, Fjord Stone, Beauregard Lionette, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Kingsley Tealeaf, Yasha Nydoorin, Essek Theylyss, Reini, Queen Leylas Kryn, Imogen Temult, Laudna, Ashton Greymoore, Orym, Dorian Storm, Fearne Calloway // Scourge Maelstrom, Twilight Obsidia, Verdexis Sylvain

DC Comics: Bruce Wayne (Batman), Dick Greyson (Nightwing), Jason Todd (Red Hood), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Clark Kent (Superman), Lois Lane, Supergirl, Powergirl, Starfire, Blackfire, Rachel Roth (Raven), Princess Diana (Wonderwoman), Darkseid, Aquaman

Disney: Princess Jasmine, Genie, Jafar, Aladdin, Mulan, Esmeralda, Nani Pelekai, Moana, Maui, Queen Elsa, Pocahontas, Princess Ariel, Ursula, Merida, Princess Kida, Megara, Jessica Rabbit, Kim Possible, Shego, Pacifica Northwest, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy, Eda Clawthorn, Lilith Clawthorn, Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow, Hunter, Helen Parr, Violet Parr

Fairy Tail: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Straus, Cana Alberona, Juvia Lockster, Gajeel Redfox, Laxus Dreyar, Ultear Milkovich, Jellal Fernades, Minerva Orland, Sting Eucliff, Rogue Cheney, Yukino Agria, Sorano "Angel" Agria, Erik "Cobra", Irene Belserion, Brandish // Nyx Sylvain

Final Fantasy: Tifa Lockhart, Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough, Barret Wallace, Jessie Raspberry, Yuffie, Scarlet, Sephiroth

Harry Potter: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown, Bellatrix Lestrange, Nymphadora Tonks, Fleur Delacour, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Voldemort // Romulus Antares Lestrange-Black

Marvel Comics: Spider-Man (Peter Parker), Spider-Gwen, Miles Morales, Black Cat (Felicia Hardy), Mary-Jane Watson, Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Steve Rogers), She-Hulk (Jennifer Walters), Wolverine (Logan), Wolverine (X-22), Kitty Pride, Thor, Loki, Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Wasp (Janet Van Dyne), Nebula, Black Panther (T’challa), Black Panther (Shuri), Captain Marvel

My Hero Academia: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Ochako Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Todoroki Shoto, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Ejirou, Tsuyu Asui, Toru Hagakure, Yu Takeyama (Mt Lady), Nemuri Kayama (Midnight), Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Mei Hatsume, Itsuka Kendo, Camie Utsushimi, Keigo Takama (Hawks), Nejire Hado, Himiko Toga, Dabi, Nomu // Tetsuga Bushido (Iron Midknight)

Naruto: Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Choji Akimichi, Ino Yamanaka, Hinata Hyuuga, Kiba Inuzuka, Shino Aburame, Kurenai Yuhi, Tenten Higurashi, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade Senju, Gaara no Sabaku, Temari no Sabaku, Kankuro no Sabaku, Tayuya, Orochimaru, Mei Temuri, Raikage Ei, Samui, Mabui, Yugito Nii, Konan, Kushina Uzumaki

Nintendo: Princess Zelda (SS/TP/BotW), Link (BotW), Ganondorf (TP/BotW Rehydrated), Impa (SS/Warriors), Midna, Urbosa, Riju, Mipha, Sidon, Paya, Purah, Robbie, Princess Peach, Bowser, Bowsette, Princess Daisy, Pauline, Donkey Kong, Luigi, Samus Aran

One Piece: Nami, Nico Robin, Yamato, Boa Hancock, Luffy D. Monkey, Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar Law, Roronoa Zoro

Pokemon: Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Misty, Lt. Surge, Sabrina, Lorelei, Bruno, Lance, Giovanni, Gold, Silver, Krystal, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Karen, Brenden, May, Roxanne, Brawley, Flannery, Winona, Tate, Liza, Maxie, Archie, Admin Shelly, Admin Courtney, Phoebe, Drake, Steven, Wallace, Lucy, Anabel, Lucas, Dawn, Cheryl, Gardinia, Fantina, Volkner, Commander Mars, Commander Jupiter, Lucian, Cynthia, Hilbert, Hilda, Rosa, Ashley (B/W Mom), Lenora, Cheren, Bianca, Roxie, Elesa (B2W2), Skyla, Brayden, N, Caitlyn, Grimsley, Shauntal, Marshall, Iris, Professor Kukui, Professor Burnet, Olivia, Guzma, Lusamine, Sonia, Leon, Bede, Marnie, Nessa, Kabu, Bea, Gordie, Melony, Raihan, Oleanna, Klara, Honey, Burgundy (Scar/Vi Mom), Cylene, Adaman, Irida, Arezu, Mai, Ingo, Palina, Gaeric, Lady Cogita, Nemona, Penny, Arvin, Dendra, Saguaro, Raifort, Brassius, Katy, Iono, Tulip, Grusha, Professor Sada, Professor Turo, Mela, Giacomo, Atticus, Eri

RWBY: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao-Long, Jaune Arc, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Lie Ren, Glynda Goodwitch, Professor Ozpin, Cardin Winchester, Coco Adel, Fox Alistair, Velvet Scarletina, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Roman Torchwick, Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black, Neopolitan, Hei Xiong, Miltia Malachite, Melanie Malachite, May Zedong, Arslan Atlan, Sun Wukong, Adam Taurus, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao-Long, Summer Rose, James Ironwood, Salem, Oscar Pine, Kali Belladonna, Ghira Belladonna, Sienna Khan, Ilia Amiitola, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Terra Cotta-Arc, Winter Schnee, Willow Schnee, Harriett Bree, Elm Ederne // Stark Ryker/Fall, Fenris Silbern, Russet "Rusty" Vulcan, Hozukimaru Wukong, Cherrybomb Alistair, Baelfieyr Zirconia, Zephyr Zirconia-Nikos, Scarlet Zirconia-Nikos, Lupin Zirconia-Nikos, Bast Zirconia-Belladonna, Shrike Zirconia-Branwen, Kyrstal Zirconia-Schnee, Sirius Silbern, Orion Braith, Clay Taurus

Skyrim: Yngvelja Ashkeeper (Dragonborn), Serana Volkihar, Lydia, Aela the Huntress, Mjoll the Lioness, Maven Black-Briar, Astrid, Queen Elisif, Thalmor Ambassador Elenwen

Xenoblade: Shulk, Reyn, Fiora, Dunban, Sharla, Melia, Rex, Pyra, Mythra, Malos, Jin, Nia, Mòrag Ladair, Brighid, Vandham, Eunie, Mio // Gairic Dáraig

Other: Chel Dorado, Ember McClain, Desiree, Danny Phantom, Gwen Tennyson, Charmcaster, Ben Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Gwen (TDI), Courtney (TDI), Bridgette (TDI), Heather (TDI), Bulma Briefs, Android 18, Android 21, Bayonetta, Lara Croft, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Melissandra, Sandor Clegane

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

TROUBLE WITH THE CARVE

Opening this week:

Thanksgiving--Slasher movies of the '70s and early '80s were often holiday-themed. Black Christmas, Halloween, My Bloody Valentine, Silent Night, Deadly Night, New Year's Evil and April Fool's Day are all examples, while Friday the 13th and Happy Birthday to Me, while not strictly about holidays, are still tied to special dates and the convenient unity of time they provide. But Thanksgiving was somehow the major holiday the genre seemed to miss.

There actually were a couple of little-remembered attempts--Home Sweet Home in 1981 and Blood Rage in 1987. But neither seemed to count, perhaps because they didn't use the holiday in the title, or perhaps because they didn't sufficiently exploit the gruesome possibilities offered by the day's rituals. Whatever else may be said about it, the newly-made but self-consciously old-school slasher picture Thanksgiving works hard to include every classic Turkey Day trope.

A shoppers' riot and stampede at a store that shouldn't be open on Thanksgiving leads to bedlam and grisly death in a small Massachusetts town. "One Year Later"--as a subtitle traditionally informs us--a figure in the mask and garb of a Pilgrim skulks around exacting vengeance on those deemed responsible for the disaster. Everything eventually converges in a ghastly sit-down dinner.

The film traces its inception back to 2007, when two movies, the Robert Rodriguez shocker Planet Terror and Quentin Tarantino's stunt thriller Death Proof, were released as a double feature under the joint title Grindhouse. In and around the two features, the show included several "fake trailers" for fictitious grindhouse-style movies. Two of these have already wagged the dog as the basis for real features, Machete (2010) and Hobo With a Shotgun (2011); Thanksgiving marks the third.

Directed by Eli Roth, the Thanksgiving trailer in Grindhouse captured the nastiest, most low-rent atmosphere of a vintage gore movie, complete with scratched, faded footage, some really sleazo shocks, and the smarmy, glottal tones of the narrator (Roth himself?). You could almost believe it wasn't a put-on.

The new feature, directed by Roth from a script by Jeff Rendell, doesn't try for this level of faux-authenticity. The setting is contemporary, the budget clearly comfortable, and cell phones and social media figure prominently in the plot. But the movie still has a nice old-fashioned pace and structure and flavor, and the nostalgia of this is much of what makes it unsavory fun.

I'll admit that in recent years I've largely lost my stomach for slasher flicks. Moreover, I thought Roth's 2002 debut feature Cabin Fever was an interesting misfire at best, and I took a pass on his 2005 torture flick Hostel. But he strikes an affectionate tone here, and he employs techniques that distance us from compassion for the victims. Most simply and effectively, he makes many of them, especially the early ones, deeply and amusingly unsympathetic.

The cast is livened up by some veterans, like Patrick Dempsey, Rick Hoffman and Gina Gershon, and the "final girl" (Nell Verlaque) has a lovely presence, and unlike so many heroines back in the day, she fights back, resourcefully and successfully. It was also great to see Lynne Griffin, the first victim from 1974's Black Christmas--and the Hamlet figure in the Bob and Doug McKenzie movie Strange Brew--in a bit here.

Most notably, the film keeps it light. As with two other movies from earlier this year, Cocaine Bear and Renfield, Thanksgiving goes in for extreme, over-the-top splatter effects, and they aren't scary, nor do they seem meant to be. They aren't even all that gross. There's no visceral substance to them; the bodies of the victims go to pieces like gingerbread men, and the effect, seemingly deliberate, is cartoonish slapstick. We're about as likely to take their suffering seriously as that of Wile E. Coyote.

Maybe it's how entertainment like this works best: as a sort of anarchic Punch and Judy show, using humans instead of puppets. Like Thanksgiving dinner, it wouldn't be healthy to consume this sort of thing every day, but about once a year, it can hit the spot.

[sortasp00ky]

Coyote has developed a vibe i call "discount aragorn in the prancing pony"

[kayotlthegod]

So about me let's get started on this s*** LOL. I'm an infja in Briggs Myers personality type thing you know. I'm very antisocial that's what people think but actually I'm just an introvert that doesn't like fake people. I'm very empathic and I can sense energy that is and can be either or. I'm a November Scorpio and proud of it. I'm scared of Aquarius especially Mariska hargitay. I am part Nigerian and part Scottish. My maternal grandfather is a demon.. IDK IDC how you take it. I don't give a damn. Anyhoo. I do have a primal astrology sign which is the astrology sign of the Raven which is a combination of Scorpio and the year of the monkey. I'm very developed in pens and gemstones and some tarot cards a lot of spiritual stuff you know new age pagan. The fact that I was born into a close-knit family book because my grandfather wanted me dead I was given up at birth before my grandfather can even touch me I was giving up to an habitual f****** liar of a redheaded woman.. redheaded white woman. And she was a liar lied to me all my life. And a stalker lady that was from.. I don't care and I don't know where basically thought she was my mother which basically gave me mommy issues and confusion which led to myself Identity or self knowledge quest. Which was completed through genetic study and turns out I knew I was lied to. I didn't know I was that lied to. And I'm referring to that as in I thought it was native American or Jamaican. I am zilch present 0% Jamaican and 0% native American. My ancestors never touched the islands the Caribbean islands you called them. My ancestors were part of an African tribe that worshiped dogs as deities and it's not Igbo and it's not your root but it's some African tribe that nobody knows still deep within the African realms. A part of me a little midget of me is this African slaves that is what you call a 2% of me is descended of African slaves the rest of me is to send it of African tribes that nobody knows. So mostly I'm not descendant of African American slaves I'm a descendant of the African tribes so I'm not a descent of any slave at all mostly I'm also a descent of witches that they fail to burn. And I might be part of the McKay clan. And I did an ancestry DNA test as far as my heritage goes yes 23% Nigerian 23% Scottish and not even the Nigerian side of me is a descendant of slaves it's just a 2% Senegal was and that 2% was the descendant of slaves from a long time ago basically during the beginning of United States back then in the 1700s. Well that being said those ancestors moved back to Africa and Lisa my dad's side because my dad's an African ginger I'm proud of it my dad's an afro Ginger my whole entire dad's side of the family are African gingers. And if people got a problem with that they hate let them hate. My mom Rachel Diane Roth is of Scottish blood well not completely Scottish cuz I also have Germanic European and English and a little bit of Irish. Means I could be a descendant of Ragnar lothbrok and y'all wouldn't even know it neither would I LOL. I live in a group home thank the gods. So I end up living a group home with a housemate that has a mind of a 5 year old and I have a mind of an 85 year old always needing coffee in the morning basically because I'm an old soul. I'm an indigo Crystal being and my higher self is that of Kayotl in which my higher self is not male or female but both male in the chest female in the crotch and it is also a coyote cat hybrid humanoid tall a bit then my mortal self and even a bit more taller than my primitive self which is a coyote cat hybrid. That is all I got to tell you for now

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 10.10

Beer Birthdays

Patrick Perkins (1838)

Walter Jerome Green (1842)

George W. Schimminger (1857)

Barbara Groom (1946)

Thomas Cizauskas

Five Favorite Birthdays

Brett Favre; Green Bay Packers QB (1969)

Thelonius Monk; jazz pianist (1917)

Maurice Prendergast; artist (1858)

John Prine; folk singer (1946)

Bradley Whitford; actor (1959)

Famous Birthdays

Henry Cavendish; chemist, physicist (1731)

James Clavell; writer (1924)

Peter Coyote; actor (1941)

Paul Creston; composer (1906)

Dale Earnhardt Jr.; automobile racer (1974)

Jessoca Harper; actor (1949)

Helen Hayes; actor (1900)

Chiaki Kuriyama; Japanese actor (1984)

Bai Ling; actor (1966)

Gavin Newsom; politician (1967)

Jodi Lyn O'Keefe; actor (1978)

Chris Penn; actor (1965)

Harold Pinter; English writer (1930)

Nora Roberts; writer (1950)

David Lee Roth; rock singer (1955)

Robert Gould Shaw; Civil War soldier (1837)

Julia Sweeny; actor, comedian (1959)

Tanya Tucker; country singer (1958)

Midge Ure; Scottish rock musician (1953)

Giuseppe Verdi; Italian composer (1813)

Ben Vereen; actor, dancer (1946)

Jean-Antoine Watteau; French artist (1684)

Benjamin West; artist (1738)

Ed Wood; film director (1924)

Lin Yutang; Chinese writer (1895)

[lcnelyday]

mobile muse list pt 1 (a-n)

aberdeen carano - victoria pedretti. twenty seven. she/her. pansexual. vampire.  adam mcgill - joe keery. thirty one. he/him. bisexual. mechanic. aisling carey - olivia cooke. twenty nine. she/her. bisexual. barista. fairy.  alara sadik - aslıhan malbora. twenty eight. she/her. bisexual. columnist.  altan sahin - enes koçak. twenty four. he/him. bisexual. carpenter. ames murphy - justice smith. twenty seven. he/they. bisexual.  ash dayna - emma d’arcy. thirty one. they/them. pansexual. clerk. asmodeus moll - jeffrey dean morgan. fifty five/immortal. any pronouns. pansexual. demon prince of hell.  bo linklater - luke grimes. thirty eight. he/him. bisexual. cowboy.  boone leigh - drew starkey. twenty eight. he/him. homosexual. drug dealer. brett thompson - ben robson. thirty nine. he/him. bisexual. mechanic.  briar edwards - freya allan. twenty one. she/her. bisexual. astronomer.  claire leigh - natalia dyer. twenty eight. she/her. bisexual. masters history student. cleo prince - daniela nieves. twenty six. she/her. bisexual. heiress. cora flores - nicole wallace. twenty one. she/her. bisexual. pianist. coyote morgan - lola tung. twenty. she/her. bisexual. art student. nephilim. daniel allen - chad michael murrey. forty one. he/him. bisexual. valet. darius landon - charlie hunnam. forty three. he/him. bisexual. assassin.  darla kirk - eva green. forty three. she/her. bisexual. spy.  dia petrova - greta onieogou. thirty two. she/her. bisexual. assistant. dodie prince - dodie prince. may calamawy. thirty six. she/her. pansexual. travel journalist. elena toro - camila mendes. twenty nine. she/her. bisexual. teaching aid. erik landon - jake weary. thirty three. he/him. bisexual. mechanic.  everly deschênes - jodie comer. thirty. any pronouns. pansexual. spy.  francis landon - madelyn cline. twenty five. she/her. bisexual. 'student'.  grey fairfax - dylan arnold. twenty nine. he/him. bisexual. novelist.  hasan sayar - serkay tütüncü. thirty two. he/him. pansexual. chef. honey burton - chloé hayden. twenty five. she/her. bisexual. songwriter.  ivy reyes - danna paola. twenty eight. she/her. bisexual. singer.  javier palma - pedro pascal. forty eight. he/him. bisexual. cowboy.  julie petrichor - emmy raver lampman. thirty four. she/they. bisexual.  kennedy crane - victoria pedretti. twenty eight. she/her. bisexual. screenwriter. alt fc is jessica rothe. laramie hannigan - laura harrier. thirty three. she/her. bisexual second grade teacher. lila barton - emma mackey. twenty seven. she/her. bisexual. bartender. witch.  lisbela barrera - fiona palomo. twenty four. she/her. bisexual. artist. louis o’brien - matthew macfadyen. forty eight. he/him. bisexual. financial manager. lucien o’malley - andrew scott. forty six. he/him. homosexual. history professor. ex priest. luna medina - esmeralda soto. twenty four. she/her. bisexual.  maggie hancock - luca hollestelle. twenty seven. she/her. homosexual. cowboy.  magdalena mors - rachel weisz. fifty three. she/her. bisexual. artist. spy.  maisie thompson - florence pugh. twenty seven. she/her. bisexual. waitress. malia kane - auli’i caravalho. twenty two. she/they. bisexual. con artist.  mallory pike - jessica chastain. forty six. she/her. bisexual. radiologist.  malphas moll - paul mescal, 27, he/they, pansexual, demon. unemployed. matias molina - pedro pascal. forty six. he/him. bisexual. runner.  millie woods - grace van patten. twenty six. she/her. bisexual. student.  mira abernache - ellise chappell. thirty. she/her. bisexual. flower shop owner.  nadia dursun - deniz işın. thirty one. she/they. pansexual. librarian.

[housedzemael-archived]

[directedbychuckjones]

Thursday's Red Dot Auction WIP (work-in-progress): with a hat tip to Ed "Big Daddy" Roth, artist ______ ______, has captured the essence of the dynamic that plays out between Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner and super-charged it. Will it be "The End" for the Road Runner"?

Find out at the ninth annual Red Dot Auction on May 17th. Pre-bidding begins mid-April, register today at Charityauction.bid/RedDotIX.