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bluecoolr · 8 months

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For Life or Until Fault

Alt Timeline 2.0 - Darrell x Odile Part 7

Warnings: Very wordy. I get carried away with descriptions and imagery so 😅

Odile belongs to @solmints-messyocdiary

Darrell is mine ♥︎

Once again tagging my beloved @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better who enjoys this story a lot, I think

Odile carefully stepped over the threshold. That morning marked the first time she had entered the house by the front door. She felt a smile in her heart. No more was she a thief in the night. She was a wanted guest, and she kept cupping her hand to her cheek where a childish blush was burning.

Darrell led her by the hand into the drawing room. Isabelle stood up from her pile of blankets and began to jump around in a frenzy. Her two favorite people had come home after all.

A terra cotta vase stood on the writing desk, holding a boquet of wilted pink carnations. Her carnations. He'd kept them all this time.

She watched him fondly as he bustled about, urging her to sit on the furs and cushions in front of the crackling fire.

"Do you want to have it… like that or do you want me to cook it for you?" he asked, meaning the meat.

Odile managed a weak whimper. She didn't want to be a bother, and he had been so kind already. She took a bite from the steak to show him it was fine. She didn't mind.

"I'll just cook this one, too, just so you'll have options." He threw a sliver of butter on the skillet, and it began to hiss and sizzle. "If you don't like it, that's OK."

The cold, red rag of meat was soon forgotten in Odile's hand, as the smell of good, cooked food filled the room. Darrell looked pleased.

"Here." He placed a tin cup in Odile's hands. "It'll warm you up."

She eyed the mysterious dark drink, swilled it around and took a sip. Oh. She touched her lip with the tip of her finger. Chocolate!

She felt ashamed, and a sour pit in her stomach chased away the sweetness on her tongue. Did she deserve chocolate? Or the jacket thrown on her shoulders? The fragrant, succulent steak that Darrell was setting on a plate for her?

And what of him?

Darrell? (The name tasted so sweet. Sweeter than all the chocolate in the world.) Did she deserve him - his kindness - after she had been so deceitful - coming and going as she pleased?

And what if it was all a trick? Suppose he didn't really mean to keep his word? What if he was fixing her last meal.

She stared at the food and the chocolate as though she had been petrified.

She ought to grab the steak knife and fight her way out. Cut him. Oh, but to cut such beauty would be a sin even she couldn't stand.

He was looking sad again. Oh, dear. However could she resist those eyes? Eyes that begged. Eyes that chose to see only the good. Silly man. This is not Eden, and I have glutted on worse things than God's fruit. Eve hath no shame as I do.

But she drank from the cup and she tasted the meat, having not the heart to see him sad for her sake.

He left her alone while she ate. When she'd finished, he noticed her picking on the blood that had dried on her arms. "You can wash it off in the bathroom," he told her, rising from his seat. "Here."

Once he had led her there, she was unwilling to step out of his jacket - like the earth withstanding the change of the season. She wanted to live in it, if she could. It was the closest thing to being in his arms. This strange, soft man, so impossibly like a fairytale prince.

The bath had been too inviting, and Odile shuffled back into the drawing room bundled up in his towel.

"Oh, one second." Darrell rummaged through his chest of drawers and pulled out a baggy gray t-shirt. "Sorry. This is the smallest I have."

The fabric was cottony soft, worn thin from use. A favorite shirt. And he wanted her to have it.

Odile sat on his bed, her head heavy from her wet hair. Noticing her bare feet, Darrell knelt and gently took them in his hands. "You're cold." and with that, he pulled a pair of wooly socks up over her calf, securing them with a cord of ribbon to keep them from falling.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

He briefly looked up from his handiwork. "Why shouldn't I be?" he said, rising.

Odile's breath hitched and she stopped him from going, grasping him by the cuffs of his sweater. "Don't leave," she pleaded, her heart betraying her again.

"I have to go to work, but I'll be back after sundown," Darrell reassured her. Her olive eyes searched him for a promise, her lower lip trembled.

Darrell pulled her into a comforting embrace. She looked up at him, catching the light off his eyes, wanting to drink him in. He raked her damp hair away from her face, buried his face in her shoulder, whispered, "I'll be back. I'll let Isabelle keep you company. Please, wait for me, sweet one. Please, stay with me this once."

He had to pull away eventually, and when he did there were strands of black hair caught in Odile's fingers. And she sat admiring them, already beginning her vigil for his return.

The morning was gray, as it usually was. Tea and breakfast grew cold too soon, spoiling Ilya’s mood. His various rifles were laid out on the scrubbed deal table before him. A near-empty bottle of gun cleaner stood beside his tepid tea. Part of his rag was dipped in his bowl of cemented gruel as he rubbed the stinking cleaner on the gun.

The door swung open and Darrell walked in. He unscrewed the top off his flask and helped himself to the pitcher on the sideboard. “Good morning,” he greeted.

Ilya’s answer was an ill-tempered cigarette puff. The big oaf. He looked chipper.

Ilya had half a mind to give him a faulty gun. Have him kill himself. “You find anything yet?” he asked.

“Nope."

Ilya narrowed his eyes. "Nothing, huh? Not a single disturbed grave since you got here?" he scoffed. "Funny."

"Ideally this would be good news. Unless you're looking for something in particular."

"What would I be looking for exactly?"

Darrell shrugged, his lip curled in disgust. "You tell me. I only work here."

Ilya sized him up. How much did he know exactly?

Before he could say anything more, Darrell went out the door. Ilya snapped the hinge of his rifle in place. What exactly was he doing? The little vandal couldn't just up and vanish. She would have to turn up some time. If Darrell had seen something, he would have said something. That was part of the job.

Ilya didn't trust the little sneak, didn't like the hollowness of his unflinching gaze. It was in his - no, the town's - best interest to keep an eye on this one.

Night had long since spread her ink-black skirts when Darrell returned. A frigid drizzle, punctuated by flashes of lightning, warned of more inclement weather. The manor house, with its crumbling walls and rotting tile, was no place to call home, but it had a roof and a hearth. And what's more, it had -

Odile was hurrying to fasten the window latches as the rain came pouring in buckets. She practically flew into his arms as he stepped through the door.

"Oh, hurry! Take these off… O-or you'll get sick."

She pinched the wet fabric of his clothes, blushing hard at the implication of her words.

Darrell did as she asked, leaving on his baggy cableknit sweater for decency. She was still wearing his shirt. The fluffy socks were still tied with the scrap ribbons. But he couldn't help but notice something different. "Did you… clean the house?"

Odile nodded, her soft features turning beautiful with muted pride. "I-I didn't have much to do. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no! I owe you. I'm really sorry about the mess. You must be tired."

Even Isabelle's coat look brushed, he noticed.

Outside, the rain crashed down to the earth. "This is good weather for soup," he remarked.

Odile gave him another vigorous nod. So, Darrell went about preparing dinner, which they took together cross-legged among the rugs and floofs. Between mouthfuls, he asked her how her day went - how she'd passed the time. "We can't have you cleaning all the time." Darrell chuckled. "Mm! Here."

He set his bowl down and went to retrieve his small collection of dog-eared books. Odile accepted them like wounded birds.

Odile went to ladle steaming soup into her and Darrell's bowl, making sure he got more mushrooms than she did. He sat back down bearing his Walkman, and he spent a good part of the evening teaching her how to use it.

When it was time to turn in, Darrell urged Odile to sleep in his bed.

Odile looked mortified at the idea. "B-but where will you sleep?"

He assured her he'd be fine by the fire. There were enough cushions to keep him comfortable, and Isabelle seemed to welcome the idea. She curled up right by his side, looking like a pile of fur.

They said their goodnights and waited for sleep. For a while, there was no other sound save for the steady drumroll of the storm. Then, just before midnight - a soft step on the bloating floor. A rustle among the blankets and floofs scattered by the fire. Finally, a content sigh as Odile snuggled up beside her new Prince Charming, who held her close as the night passed on, lifting her veil to make way for day.

"Is this a dream?"

He smiled. "It might just be."

Odile felt Darrell's lips on the top of her head.

"Listen," he told her.

It was as silent as the day God had first made the earth, as though the storm had washed everything anew. They could see nothing from the window but a hazy whiteness. It was as if nothing else existed.

"If it is," said Odile decisively, "then I don't want to wake up." She burrowed deeper into his arms, wanting nothing more than to slip into the cracks between his heart and lungs, to press herself among his ribs. To be with him. To be his.

"We can dream awhile," he assured her.

But there comes an hour that wrests those who yearn for each other apart, heralded by blue skies and prodding sunlight.

Darrell left with a promise to return, and Odile took it without suspicion. She watched him say goodbye at the door and give a stern order to Isabelle to be a good guard dog. As the door closed, Odile felt a giddy fluttering in her stomach. A fluttering that ended in a happy little giggle, and Odile lay back on the furs to embrace Darrell's pillow - covering it in kisses.

#oc writing #oc: odile #odile #darrell todd #slasher oc #bluecoolr.txt #darrell x odile #odile x darrell #odile and darrell my beloved #for life or until fault

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gipepers · 2 years

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Update on Project 100 Robots

All 100 robots have been outlined and placed!

11-45-G - Love Death & Robots

Astroboy - Astroboy (2003)

Atlas - Portal

Atomic Robo - Atomic Robo

B.E.N - Treasure Planet

Bastion - Overwatch

Baymax - Big Hero 6

BB8 - Star Wars

BD-1 - Star Wars

Bender - Futurama

Bigweld - Robots (Movie)

BMO - Adventure Time

Boyd - Duck Tales (2017)

Brainiac - DC Comics

Bubo - Wrath of the Titats (1981)

Bumblebee - Transformers

Butter Robot - Rick and Morty

C3PO - Star Wars

Carl - Carl (Webtoons)

Carl - Meet the Robinsons

Chappie - Chappie

Clank - Ratchet and Clank

Claptrap - Borderlands

Codsworth - Fallout

Cylon - Battlestar Galactica

D-O - Star Wars

Darrell - OK K.O

Digit - Cyberchase

Dog - Half Life

Dor-15 - Meet the Robinsons

Echo - Overwatch

EDI - Mass Effect

Eve - Wall-E

Fender - Robots (Movie)

Frobo - Amphibia

Gir - Invader Zim

GladoOS - Portal

Goddard - JImmy Neutron

Guilty Spark - Halo

Gumball Guardian - Adventure Time

Hal 9000 - 2001: A Space Odyssey

Helper - Venture Bros

IG-11 - Star Wars

Iron Giant - Iron Giant

Jethro - OK K.O

Johnny 5 - Short Circuit (1988)

K-9 - Doctor Who

K-VRC - Love Death & Robots

Karen - Spongebob Squarepants

Larry 3000 - Time Squad

Legion - Mass Effect

Lil Bulb - Duck Tales (2017)

Lopez - Red vs Blue

Marvin the paranoid Android - Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (Movie)

Mechagodzilla - Godzilla Franchise

Megaman - Megaman

Metal Sonic - Sonic the Hedgehog

Mo - Wall-E

Moby - Brainpop Webseries

Neptr - Adventure Time

NF Robot - Lost in Space (2018)

Norm - Phineus and Ferb

Omnidroid 10 - The Incredibles

Optimus Prime - Transformers

Orisa - Overwatch

Peabody - Portal

R.O.B - Nintendo

R2-D2 - Star Wars

Rattleballs - Adventure Time

Raymond - OK K.O

Red Tornado - DC Comics

Roberto - Futurama

Robot Babysitter - Benjamin McFadden and the Robot Babysitter

Robot Boy - Robot Boy (TV Show)

Robot Devil - Futurama

Robot Jones - Whatever Happened to Robot Jones

Robot Model B-9 - Lost in Space (1965)

Rodney - Robots (Movie)

Rosie - The Jetsons

Rover - Planet 51

Rush - Megaman

Santa - Futurama

Shannon - OK K.O

Snowball - Overwatch

Sonny - I, Robot

Terminator T-800 - Terminator

Trashcan - Astro Boy (2009)

Turret - Portal

Ultron - Marvel Comics

Uran - Astro Boy (2003)

Vision - Marvel Comics

Wall-E - Wall-E

Weebo - Flubber

Wheatley - Portal

Xbot 4000 - Love Death & Robots

XJ-9 - My Life as a Teenage Robot

XR - Buzz Lightyear of Star Command

Zenyatta - Overwatch

Zima - Love Death & Robots

Zog - Astro Boy (2009)

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readyforevolution · 1 year

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Black History Facts!!!

#Happy90th

#NAACP

Born Myrlie Louise Beasley on March 17, 1933, in her maternal grandmother’s home in Vicksburg, Mississippi. She was the daughter of James Van Dyke Beasley, a delivery man, and Mildred Washington Beasley, who was 16 years old. Myrlie’s parents separated when she was just a year old; her mother left Vicksburg but decided that Myrlie was too young to travel with her. Since her maternal grandmother worked all day in service, with no time to raise a child, Myrlie was raised by her paternal grandmother, Annie McCain Beasley, and an aunt, Myrlie Beasley Polk. Both women were respected school teachers and they inspired her to follow in their footsteps. Myrlie attended the Magnolia school, took piano lessons, and performed songs, piano pieces or recited poetry at school, in church, and at local clubs.

Myrlie graduated from Magnolia High School (Bowman High School) in 1950. During her years in high school, Myrlie was also a member of the Chansonettes, a girls’ vocal group from Mount Heroden Baptist Church in Vicksburg. In 1950, Myrlie enrolled at Alcorn A&M College, one of the few colleges in the state that accepted African American students, as an education major intending to minor in music. Myrlie is also a member of Delta Sigma Theta sorority. On her first day of school Myrlie met and fell in love with Medgar Evers, a World War II veteran eight years her senior. The meeting changed her college plans, and the couple later married on Christmas Eve of 1951. They later moved to Mound Bayou, and had three children, Darrell Kenyatta, Reena Denise, and James Van Dyke. In Mound Bayou, Myrlie worked as a secretary at the Magnolia Mutual Life Insurance Company.

When Medgar Evers became the Mississippi field secretary for the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) in 1954, Myrlie worked alongside him. Myrlie became his secretary and together they organized voter registration drives and civil rights demonstrations. She assisted him as he struggled to end the practice of racial segregation in schools and other public facilities and as he campaigned for voting rights many African Americans were denied this right in the South. For more than a decade, the Everses fought for voting rights, equal access to public accommodations, the desegregation of the University of Mississippi, and for equal rights in general for Mississippi's African American population. As prominent civil rights leaders in Mississippi, the Everses became high-profile targets for pro-segregationist violence and terrorism.

In 1962, their home in Jackson, Mississippi, was firebombed in reaction to an organized boycott of downtown Jackson’s white merchants. The family had been threatened, and Evers targeted by the Ku Klux Klan.

In 1967, after Byron De La Beckwith's release in 1965, she moved with her children to Claremont, California, and emerged as a civil rights activist in her own right. She earned her Bachelor of Arts in sociology from Pomona College. She spoke on behalf of the NAACP and in 1967 she co-wrote For Us, the Living, which chronicled her late husband's life and work. She also made two unsuccessful bids for U.S. Congress. From 1968 to 1970, Evers was the director of planning at the center for Educational Opportunity for the Claremont Colleges.

From 1973 to 1975, Evers was the vice-president for advertising and publicity at the New York-based advertising firm, Seligman and Lapz. In 1975, she moved to Los Angeles to become the national director for community affairs for the Atlantic Richfield Company (ARCO). At ARCO she was responsible for developing and managing all the corporate programs. This included overseeing funding for community projects, outreach programs, public and private partnership programs and staff development. She helped secure money for many organizations such as the National Woman’s Educational Fund, and worked with a group that provided meals to the poor and homeless.

Myrlie Evers-Williams continued to explore ways to serve her community and to work with the NAACP. Los Angeles mayor Tom Bradley appointed her to the Board of Public Works as a commissioner in 1987. Evers-Williams was the first black woman to serve as a commissioner on the board, a position she held for 8 years. Evers-Williams also joined the board of the NAACP. By the mid-1990s, the prestigious organization was going through a difficult period marked by scandal and economic problems. Evers-Williams decided that the best way to help the organization was to run for chairperson of the board of directors. She won the position in 1995, just after her second husband’s death due to prostate cancer. As chairperson of the NAACP, Evers-Williams worked to restore the tarnished image of the organization. She also helped improve its financial status, raising enough funds to eliminate its debt. Evers-Williams received many honors for her work, including being named Woman of the Year by Ms. Magazine. With the organization financially stable, she decided to not seek re-election as chairperson in 1998. In that same year, she was awarded the NAACP's Spingarn Medal.

Sources:

Padgett, John. "MWP: Myrlie Evers-Williams". University of Mississippi. Retrieved October 20, 2011

Goldsworthy, Joan. "Gale - Free Resources - Black History - Biographies - Myrlie Evers-Williams". Gale. Retrieved November 22, 2011.

Myrlie Evers-Williams Biography - Facts, Birthday, Life Story - Biography.com". Famous Biographies & TV Shows - Biography.com. A&E Television Networks. Retrieved November 22, 2011.

Davis, Merlene. "Merlene Davis: Myrlie Evers-Williams doesn't want us to forget". Kentucky.com. Retrieved November 22, 2011.

Jessie Carney Smith; VNR Verlag für die Deutsche Wirtschaft (1996). Notable Black American Women: book II. p. 208.

University of Virginia (June 24, 2013). "Speakers and Guests Bios". virginia.edu. Archived from the original on June 2, 2013.

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cbjustmusic · 1 year

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Darreii Scott performing "I Wish".

More from Darrell Scott: - The Man Who Could Have Played Bass For Sha Na Na - It’s a Great Day To Be Alive - This Beggar’s Heart ___________________________ I Wish Songwriter: Darrell Scott

I wish I was a chauffer California, New Year's Eve Driving around a pretty lady with a hanky up her sleeve I would light her tiparillos just as civil as you please

I wish I was a diver on a ship with Jacques Cousteau I'd get a picture in our rubber suits so that everyone would know "Hey, you really know Jacques?" I'd say, "Yeah, just look at this" I'd show it everywhere I go, Jacques Cousteau, Jacques Cousteau

I wish I was a cartoon I wish I was Peter Pan Then I could fly away from sorrow and never have to feel like a man You ask me why I'm still a child? Well, it's just because I am

I wish I had a cabin on the top of some big hill I'd build a fire every evening and listen to thwe whipporwill Eat my food out of a garden and drink my whiskey from a still

I wish I was a diamond on the back of your skinny little hand Then I could keep my eye on you Maybe then I would understand How you just leave us all weeping just to prove that you still can

#darrell scott

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the-pinstriped-hood · 1 year

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emoji asks <3

sorry it's a lot, don't feel obligated to answer everything <3

people

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying? - Darrell

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily? - Darrell, Iris, Alice, Odile

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for? - all?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame? - some, odile

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them? - all

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem? - ALL

weather

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

Hahahahahahaha! Jokes on you I will be answering ALL OF THEM!!! Well the ones I Haven't already answered.

🤥 Answer: Percy is NOT a good liar. Girl has the SHITTIEST poker face on the planet and Bo can read her like an open book. When she is lying the left corner of her lower lip quivers. It's subtle but it's there.

👻Answer: Well if she didn't before, with her daughter Mia coming into the picture, she's about to believe. Her and the entire town of Ambrose.

💥 Answer: Percy has trouble dealing with her anger. It doesn't show up but when it does it can be rather explosive.

😭 Answer: Percy used to cry a lot. Not so much anymore. Having her family and loved ones get hurt and really bad nightmares is enough to turn on the waterworks.

😨 Answer: This girl fights for her life when scared.

🥞 Answer: Bo's Biscuits and Gravy. it makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside to get a breakfast from her beloved.

🎂 Answer: Percy's Birthday is December 24th! Christmas Eve. She didn't really ever celebrate her birthday ON her birthday because her grandparents were so religious and her birthday was deemed Jesus's birthday too. I guess you could say it left a sour taste in her mouth.

🍩 Answer: Peach👏Cobbler👏'Nuff Said.

☕ Answer: She likes both hot and cold drinks. She prefers coffee though little miss caffeine addict queen over here. She takes hers with cream and sugar. Y'know like a NORMAL PERSON, BO AND LESTER SINCLAIR. (I accepted the HC from@slaasherslut that Bo and Lester drink their coffee straight.)

💐 Answers: Percy really likes Sunflowers. She doesnt mind bouquets but she just prefers sunflowers over all.

🌙 Answer: Having a big family and surrounded by those she loves. Girly girl is practically there already.

🌋 Answer: The LAST THING you ever wanna do is make Percy Jones angry. It rarely shows up but if Bo Sinclair is wary of her anger. You better believe it's something to fear.

🕷️Answer: Percy's biggest fear is losing her family. She has one that accepts her and to lose that would absolutely break her. She's also not the biggest fan of dog earring books something that Bo is extremely guilty of. The mistreatment of books scares her.

🙈 Answer: Everyone pretty much knows who Percy is. Her inhibitions are GONE, thanks to Bo. She doesn't have anything to hide from the people of Ambrose.

🌍 Answer: Yes. Percy would kill and has killed for Bo. He is the fucking love of her life.

🌌 Answer: The first thing I decided is that Percy's full first name was Persephone. She was on old OC idea I had and I got inspired by a HC that Bo reads books so why not pair him with a writer and the idea took off from there.

⚾ Answer: Percy isn't the most athletic girl, she doesn't get or understand the point of sports. Hats off to those who do though.

🏊‍♀️ Answer: Percy loves water and since her trip to the lake with the rest of the Ambrose inhabitants, she's gone back with Bo a few times just to have a good time! She can swim she had to take lifeguarding classes just to be able to babysit.

🪤 Answer: Curiosity. Fret not though she's always prepared and resourceful.

🔪 Answer: BLINDING RAGE TOWARDS THE AGGRESSOR. Nobody hurts Percy's family and lives. If it's misfortune she reacts with tempered sympathy.

✏️ Answer: @coppasulfate gave me an amazing quote that fits Percy and Bo perfectly: "Why do you love someone who hates the world so? Because he loves me more than all the world..."

🎡 Answer: Absolutely! Then again Ferris Wheels are just one of millions of places Bo would kiss Percy.

🔫 Answer: Percy doesn't trust people easily due to her past. But she will never turn her back on her loved ones. Ever.

(skipping the trolley question)

☁️ Answer: Percy steals Bo's hat when he's not wearing it.

🌠 Answer: to be able to provide for her family forever.

☄️ Answer: Tourists assume Percy is a nice woman to everyone. They're HALF right.

💘 Answer: Percy didn't fall head over heels for Bo the second they met. She's a smart girl and knows better. She looks for a supportive partner. She fucking found one.

❤️ Answer: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation are her love languages the biggest ones.

💙 Answer: Percy and Bo locked themselves away for a week from eachother just to win a bet and they promised that they would never do it again. She was mad at Bo for not warning the others that Vincent wanted to kill Darrell. It lasted an HOUR. SHE CANNOT BE WITHOUT BO FOR FIVE MINUTES AND CANNOT SLEEP WITHOUT HIM AND VICE VERSA.

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sundove88 · 2 years

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Cars (Sundove88’s Version) Casting Parody

In a world where the towns are peopled with cartoons, and even the bugs are mini toons, a young ambitious racer called Duke Nukem is a star. On his way to an important event he has to stop in the little town of Radiator Springs after he accidentally damages the road and is forced to repair it. He finds living in a community oddly endearing, making true friends and beginning to realise there's more in life than winning.

Racer Duke Nukem and his starfish buddy, Patrick, have had their share of adventures together but nothing like what they experience when they head overseas for the first-ever World Grand Prix. While Duke has his eye on the road to the championship, Patrick takes a detour to international espionage when he meets British-Indian master spy Cal Suresh and stunning spy-in-training Iben Bia.

Blindsided by a new generation of blazing-fast cartoons, the legendary Duke Nukem finds himself pushed out of the sport that he loves. Hoping to get back in the game, he turns to Caramel Arrow Cookie, an eager young technician who has her own plans for winning. With inspiration from Paragus and a few unexpected turns, No. 95 prepares to compete on Piston Cup Racing's biggest stage.

Duke Nukem as Lightning McQueen (Duke Nukem)

Joseph Joestar as Strip “The King” Weathers (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Dio Brando as Chick Hicks (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Leongar as Mack (Kirby)

Eve as Sally Carrera (No Straight Roads)

Paragus as Doc Hudson (Dragon Ball Super)

Broly as Himself/Doc’s Son (Dragon Ball Super)

Patrick Star as Mater (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Dante and Vergil as Luigi and Guido (Devil May Cry)

Augustin Madrigal as Ramone (Encanto)

Suzie Q as Lynda “Mrs. The King” Weathers (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

DJSS as Filmore (No Straight Roads)

Neon J as Sarge (No Straight Roads)

1010 as Themselves/Sarge’s Soldiers (No Straight Roads)

Julieta Madrigal as Flo (Encanto)

Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel Madrigal as Themselves/Flo and Ramone’s Daughters (Encanto)

Almond Cookie as Sheriff (Cookie Run)

Walnut Cookie as Herself/Sheriff’s Daughter (Cookie Run)

Bellflower Cookie and Ginseng Cookie as Lizzie and Stanley (Cookie Run)

Heatwave as Red (Transformers)

Fiibo Fiddlepie as Himself/The Mayor of Radiator Springs (Bugsnax)

DJ Zam as Darrel Cartrip (No Straight Roads)

Popcorn Cookie and Cheerleader Cookie as Mia and Tia (Cookie Run)

King Dedede as Tex Dinoco (Kirby)

Dark Choco Cookie, Licorice Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, and Poison Mushroom Cookie as Boost, DJ, Wingo, and Snot Rod (Cookie Run)

Cal Suresh as Finn McMissile (Balan Wonderworld)

Iben Bia as Holley Shiftwell (Balan Wonderworld)

Sentinel Prime as Sir Miles Axelrod (Transformers)

Megatron as Professor Z (Transformers)

Freddy Fazbear as Francesco Bernoulli (Five Nights At Freddy’s)

King K. Rool as Rod Redline (Donkey Kong Country)

The Autobots as Themselves/Friends of Radiator Springs (Transformers)

Hooverton as Frank (Balan Wonderworld)

Dodoria and Zarbon as Grem and Acer (Dragon Ball Z)

Tsunade and Jiraiya as Van and Minny (Naruto)

Barktholomew as Tubbs Pacer (Balan Wonderworld)

Starscream as J. Curby Gremlin (Transformers)

Soundwave as Victor Hugo (Transformers)

Devastator as Vladimir Trunkov (Transformers)

Caramel Arrow Cookie as Cruz Ramirez (Cookie Run)

Red Velvet Cookie as Jackson Storm (Cookie Run)

Sensei Wu as Smokey (Ninjago)

Pain as Sterling (Naruto)

Princess Marey as Miss Fritter (Balan Wonderworld)

Dolores Madrigal as Natalie Certain (Encanto)

Here’s your hint for the next Crossover Casting (It’s Blue Sky):

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Darrell Scott at King Arts Complex, Nicholson Auditorium, Columbus, Ohio, May 13, 2023

Darrell Scott doesn’t use a setlist.

“I figure it out with you and for you,” he said.

On May 13, Scott unlocked the mystery of a timely group of songs during his solo show at Columbus, Ohio’s, King Arts Complex to close the Six String Concert season with his third gig for the nonprofit since 2006.

“May it continue forever,” Scott, said of Six String as he employed 18 strings and 88 keys while accompanying himself on piano and acoustic, electric and Weissenborn guitars over an enthralling, 105-minute, two-set gig.

“If it’s here, I’ll play it I guess,” Scott - author of such songs as the Chicks’ “Long Time Gone” and a member of Robert Plant’s Band of Joy - told his hard-listening audience of the instrumentation.

As for that on-the-fly song list, Scott was masterful in his selection and presentation. The show-opening “There’s a Stone Around My Belly” was acoustic and engaged the audience on the hallelujah refrain.

Picking up his white, hollow-bodied electric axe, Scott cast “You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive” - often played as a guitar/piano hybrid - as a blues as sooty as the coal hidden in the hills of which he sang. The often-acoustic “There’s No Use Livin’ for Today,” meanwhile, skittered on a Chet Atkins-inspired arrangement for one.

Back on the acoustic to honor “one of my heroes,” Scott took ownership of Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” with a powerful, bottom-string-focused rendition that made the old classic brand new in the moment.

With a rare combination of musicianship and showmanship, coupled with a versatile voice that moves effortlessly from falsetto to baritone, Scott is a master solo tactician. And when he performed “American Tune” in the No. 12 (of 14) slot - just after his own “The Whiskey Eases the Pain” - the Paul Simon song seemed to represent a Darrell Scott concert as much as anything Simon had in mind.

So it was that Scott placed the Weissenborn on his lap for Hank Williams “When You’re Tired of Breaking Other Hearts;” sat at the piano and evoked the murders of JFK, RFK and MLK inside the King Complex walls on the chilling “Born in ’55;” nodded to Mother’s Day Eve in the acoustic “She Sews the World with Love;” and evoked haunting spirits on “Wayfaring Stranger,” as Scott sustained notes from his electric guitar while playing the melody on piano.

And then, he did it in reverse.

Darrell Scott doesn’t use a setlist. But he plays everything in every way.

Grade card: Darrell Scott at King Arts Complex - 5/13/23 - A

5/14/23

#darrell scott #2023 concerts #robert plant and the band of joy #the chicks #paul simon #gordon lightfoot #hank williams

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Magnolia Blues--Chapter 3: The Vortex Meets a Magnolia

Esmeralda ‘Jo’ Jones is new in town, but has already been building big dreams for herself. Eddie Munson knows that the path in his life leads him to just west of 'Nowhere Fast’ as he’s no stranger to the circumstances and how they don’t always work out for some people. When Jo and Eddie meet, it seems like a spark that may or may not catch. But the slowest loves are the ones that mean and hurt the worst.

Black OC X Eddie Munson.

NOTE: All canonical deaths still stand. The gore is NOT described as the main focus in the romance.

Chapter 1--Meetings | Chapter 2– Butterflies and Strawberries | Chapter 4–Action Vs. Reaction | Chapter 5–Sights Ahead: When Clouds Meet The Ground | Chapter 6–Psychic: Damage and Healing (Final Part)

Bonus: Deleted Scenes (Fluff, fluff, and more full)

On the Thursday of Spring Break’s dawning eve, Eddie lingers off to the side, noticing Jo with her parents. A duffle bag wraps around her body, cutting through the letters that spell out Hawkins High on her t-shirt. The hugs look tight between them and Eddie’s chest warms just a little. Even if his relationship with parents and granted really any older family member is fucked, he’s glad Jo’s isn’t it.

Jo spins from the embrace once she’s free and she starts to search over the sea. Eddie lifts a hand, giving a two finger wave once it’s clear she’s been looking for him. She turns just barely to her parents and then heads in his direction. The bus’s shadow doesn’t hold him refugee as Jo approaches and just behind her, give or take a couple feet is her father.

“Shit,” Eddie mutters.

“Dad’s behind me, isn’t he?” Jo asks, her voice carrying over the parking lot.

“Just a tiny bit,” Eddie answers, holding two fingers close together but not quite having them touch.

Jo crosses over fully and wraps her arms around Eddie’s waist. “He’s not as scary as he looks, I promise.”

“I mean, he looks pretty scary to me,” Eddie whispers into her ear. They share a small moment of laughter. As her father approaches, Eddie straightens up, nearly cursing himself for showing up at all. But Jo asked him if he’d been there to see he off. And he’d agreed. So now he’s here. He wouldn’t back out. He’d thought about it. It would’ve saved him if he had. But he was here now.

“Eddie, is it?”

“Yes, it is. Hi, Mr. Jones,” Eddie states extending out his hand. They shake, firm and eyes assessing. It’s instinct that tells Eddie to run. It’s self-preservation. Because how in the hell would Eddie ever let himself be in this sort of position. But then Jo anchors him, arms brushing, she tethers him to the fact that he cares about her. And if it means Eddie has to suffer the stuffy rounds of introductions, he’ll do it.

“Darrell, please. Nice to meet you officially. I think I’ve seen you at some of the meets before.”

“Nice to meet you too, sir. I- I’ve gone to support Jo.”

“It’s appreciated, Eddie. Next time, you don’t have to be a stranger. Ruth and I, we’re happy to have you over.”

“Thank-thank you, Mr. J-Darrell,” Eddie corrects after the slight eyebrow raise. “Thank you, Darrell, for extending that offer.”

“I like him,” Darrell jokes to Jo. “We’ll see you on Wednesday kid, okay?”

“Thursday, Dad. I’m in the group that comes back Thursday.”

“Yes, yes, Thursday. Take care, Eddie. We’ll be seeing you around, I hope.”

Eddie gives a nod at the statement and then both he and Jo watch as her father retreats. Her mother waves, blowing kisses across the parking lot which Jo returns and then it’s just Eddie and Jo. Eddie laughs, head dropping to Jo’s collarbone. “I think I shit yourself.”

With a cheeky tap to his behind, Jo hums. “Hmm, nothing I can detect. But the pat down is not always an accurate measurement.”

“What in the fuck?” Eddie laughs, swatting her hand away. The two scuffle for a moment, Jo trying to get one more tap in and Eddie keeping her from such actions. But they spin in a circle, Jo taunting Eddie for just one more tap and Eddie trying to save his dignity.

“We are on school property,” Eddie retorts. “There are children. Think of the children!” he screeches. “We cannot let the likes of poor innocent Dustin Henderson bear witness to such violent actions.”

“What about me?” Dustin calls out.

“See!” Eddie huffs and Jo’s laughter starts to consume her to the point where she can’t even resist Eddie anymore. She falls into her deep belly laughter and the tears stream down her face. It rings against Eddie’s ears and he drinks in the sound. The unfiltered joy that bubbles from her chest makes his toes curl. The call comes soon for the team to round up for the head count and Jo wipes the last of her tears with the sleeve of her jacket.

Eddie lifts her chin gently. “Hey, look at me.” When Jo’s gaze locks on his, the smile softens. Eddie clears away the remains of the terms that have slipped down the apples of her cheeks. “You don’t give them a second, and I mean not even a second to even choke on your smoke. You hear me, Bambi? Not even a single second. Be a ghost. There and then gone.”

“Not even a second,” Jo agrees. She stretches up and presses a kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth and her hands hold onto the jacket for only a few moments before she slips away. Eddie watches her settle into the line. The count is quick and the team loads up onto the bus soon after.

How just a day changes everything. Buried under the tarp of the boathouse, Eddie keeps replaying the kiss with Jo, right at the corner of his mouth. He keeps a broken bottle in one hand and in the other he turns over the tube of lipgloss Jo left in his pocket before she left. He hadn’t even noticed it. He went the whole rest of the day without knowing the tube was there. Even when Chrissy asked for something stronger, and he dug into his pockets to get his keys, he hadn’t realized it.

It wasn’t until he got here, not until he was under the safety--even if thin--of the tarp that he dug back into his pockets and noticed the tube. Though it’s dark when he pulled out the plastic tube and unscrewed the top, he knew it was Jo’s and he knew strawberries would be floating up in his nostrils.

For a fleeting second, he wonders how she’s doing. Was the bus ride safe and boring? Was she waking now, stretching after staying in a hotel somewhere and getting ready to board another bus to get driven to her meet. He takes only a second longer to hope she sets a record, that she leaves her name carved into the earth beneath her lightning feet so deeply it is not erased ever.

Eddie pockets the lipgloss into his jeans and listens to approaching voices. How could he go out like this? How had he’d witness what he’d witnessed? His fingers tremble just a little but the thing Eddie is not going to do is go down like this. His Jo wouldn’t believe the rumors. She’d know better. But right now, Eddie focuses in on the sounds of voices and prays that he’ll get enough of an upper hand to make it out alive and find another place to hide.

The taps get louder and closer over the tarp. The blood thumps in Eddie’s ear and he has to wait, he has to wait.

“I know you think you’re being funny, Henderson, but considering that everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, I don’t find it funny in the slight--”

Eddie peels up the tarp and pounces. The blood is thumping in his ears and he just barely catches the screech of Dustin’s pleas. Eddie huffs, pausing but not letting his guard down. “This is Steve. He’s not going to hurt you, right, Steve?”

It’s the eyes. Even when Eddie has his open, the site of Chrissy’s eyes sucking back into her head that is seared into Eddie’s retinas. Was it even real? Eddie’d seen some crazy things. He’d witness a bad trip. But to be stone cold sober and still see that, Eddie almost wishes he could blame it on something in his system.

“We just want to know what happened,” Robin states calmly, crouching down.

“You’re not going to believe me.” He can’t even believe it though he’d witnessed it. Why would anyone else?

“Try us,” Max returns. And though it borders on feeling like it’s going to dismiss what Eddie’s seen, he’s more curious as to why they’d even been so willing to track him down and ask for his side of the story.

It’d be so easy to say he tripped balls and went on a rampage. But yet, they are here. They’re asking him to be honest. Should he even try to explain it? At this point, what would he really have to lose?

____________________

“So do you wear this for every meet?” Eddie asks. He gently taps at the flower pinned to the front of Jo’s bib.

“It’s for my grandmother,” Jo laughs. Her breathing is still heavy, chest heaving as she holds her hands on her hips. Though Eddie usually came right in as the meets were beginning, he always found a way to sneak his way to the front rows. He’s easy to spot, but for Jo, he doesn’t mind bearing the spotlight. Whenever she finishes, she carries herself to the stands, to Eddie, and he’s always a little too giddy to be the person she wants to see at the end of a race first.

“A flower?”

“Magnolia. She had them in her garden and she was buried with one on her dress too.”

“Well, let’s give three cheers to your grandmother still kicking it from the great beyond,” Eddie laughs. “Maybe that’s why you’re like a ghost. She’s casting on you.”

“Casting on me? She’s what? A cleric from the heavens?”

“At least it’s a gift. There’s some spells that are real hexes, you know. This is like Teleport without error.”

Jo laughs. “I’m going to need your manual to understand what half of that stuff means.”

“Play a campaign. It’s easy to pick up.”

“Run the 200 meter. It’s easy to pick up,” Jo returns.

Eddie snaps awake. The crunch of tires felt like the loudest alarm and though he misses the sweet dream of memory lane, his body and attention is focused on survival. He leaps to the window and he doesn't see anyone or any cars. Then the door to the boathouse flings open.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs, spotting Dustin, Robin, Steve and Max with food.

“Delivery service,” Dustin grins.

Eddie dives into the cereal, shoveling handfuls into his mouth at a time. He steadies himself for the news. And when he finds out that the cops are looking for him, with the threat of the entire town closing in on his name too, he reaches into the front pocket of his jeans. The tube of lipgloss is still there and he takes it out, just to give himself something to ground himself.

“Is-is that lipgloss?” Steve asks.

“It’s probably Jo’s,” Dustin answers.

“Jo?” Steven questions again.

“Yeah, Jo. His girlfriend.”

“She’s on the track and field team, right?” Robin throws out.

“She’s on the track and field team?” Steve feels left out. Obviously, graduation will do that to him but even still, with a town this small Steve’s shocked that he’s this left out of the loop. He heard about someone new moving into town. But he hadn’t seen them around town yet. “Eddie’s dating Jo who’s on the track and field team. When the hell was I going to get the news?”

“Yes, what part of that is not clicking, Steve,” Dustin returns a tad impatient.

“Where-where is she in all this? Did she see it?” Steve asks. “If she saw what happened to Chrissy, Eddie, you don’t have to hide. You’ll have an additional witness.”

“Invitational and to also meet with recruiters,” Eddie returns. “She’s out of town for an invitational and I wouldn’t want Jo to witness what I did. Not in the slightest.” It comes out hot over his teeth and Steve raises his hands to show he’s not trying to cause trouble.

Steve’s apologetic as he speaks. “I’m not saying it would be fun. I’m just saying if she were with you then it would be two of you. Is she a good student?”

“Straight A’s,” Eddie turns. “She’s booksmart but not in a cocky or stuck up way. She has to keep her grades up for the team. But Jo wasn’t there. So it doesn’t even matter.” Eddie runs his fingers over the ribbed press at the bottom of the tube to keep the liquid inside.

“Okay, so, we’re back to the original plan,” Dustin cuts in.

“Yeah, the one where we fight Vecna, kill him, prove my innocence right, Henderson? That simple plan?” Eddie huffs.

“Sounds simple enough,” Dustin returns.

Eddie drops his head. Simple enough, he thinks with a humorless laugh.

“Have you met Jo?” Steve asks. Eddie doesn’t see who the question is pointed at.

“She’s in my home economics class,” Robin answers. “I like her.” There’s a beat of silence. “Oh my god, Steve, don’t. No. She’s nice but no. It’s been blatantly obvious since the start of the school year that Eddie’s had his eyes on her and same with her.”

“I-I’m just making sure,” Steve counters.

“Oh, talk about the obvious,” Dustin laughs. “Try eating lunch with them every day. At one point, we were talking about creating a dating pool. Jo was the only one who wasn’t even officially affiliated with Hellfire who got to approach our table and just sit down. First day of the year, she just sits.”

“She was new,” Eddie returns. “She was new in town and Lucas was defecting to the jocks. Trying to find a table to sit at lunch at a school like Hawkins ain’t easy when you’re her.”

“I mean, she’s a welcome addition now,” Dustin counters. “But it was a shock.”

“We have History together and she sat next to me. It felt only right that she be welcomed to our table,” Eddie mutters. His cheeks are warming. “Jo fucking called out my jacket and said I was making a statement and she wore those stack of bracelets too. So I called out her bracelets. And I don’t know. I just…I liked her. I like her. She didn’t care.”

“While I am glad you have a girlfriend who overlooks the boxes society has you in and accepts you,” Max interjects. “We have a town about to go on a freak hunt with you as the objective, so,” she motions with her hands to move on, “let’s keep that at the focus.”

“Right, right,” the group concedes. Eddie sighs, giving the tube of lipgloss a quick kiss and then stuffing it back into the front pocket of his jeans.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x black female character #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x black!oc #stranger things #h writes #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

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