#ethan + 3 piece suit

[icarodamiano]

Måneskin at RTL 102.5 in Milan, Italy — October 17, 2022

via federicagentileof, jessicabrugali, alemele78, sdegradi

[huggybearhughes43]

Inexperienced reader threesome with Ethan Edwards and Jack Hughes?

- reader and Jack are best friends

- everyone’s at the lake house

- Ethan has a school boy crush

- Jack thinks it’s funny that Ethan thinks he has a chance with you

- possessive Jack who claims it’s just because you’re his best friend

- Ethan is sweet and gentle (treats you like a gentleman)

- Jack is rougher and tries to show Ethan how the “grown ups” please a girl

- almost like a competition between the two to see how many times they can make her cum/who pleases her better

- lots of dirty talk, thigh riding, sex in front of a mirror

(Sorry if this was too detailed 🥲)

My Turn.

Jack Hughes x Fem! Reader x Ethan Edwards

Warnings- smut, threesome, dirty talk, pet names (slut, whore, pretty girl, baby, good girl), Mean! Dom! Jack + Soft! Dom! Ethan + Sub! Reader, creampie, squirting, I think that’s it

Summary- In the ask <3

Word count- 2.2k

No one bats an eye as Ethan stares at me from across the pool. I’m laid out alongside Jack, bathing in the sun. Almost everyone knew about Ethan’s crush but I was oblivious. I grew up with the Hughes brothers, being only a year older than Luke, I went to Michigan with him. That’s how I knew Ethan. Jack and Quinn invited some of their buddies from their teams and past teams, while Luke invited his friends from Michigan.

The Dukes were stationed at their usual spot, the grill, cooking everyone dinner after a long day. Most of the day was spent on the boat. There were times that Jack would catch Ethan mindlessly checking me out but he’d just smirk and roll his eyes. Jack was confident that Ethan would never have a chance with me.

I sigh and stand up, wrapping myself in the towel I was laying on. “I’m going inside to change.” I notify Jack and he nods, eyes still focused on his phone from before. I make my way inside, walking up to mine and Jacks shared room. My towel was long discarded in the hamper as I stood next to the bed, rummaging through my bag to find an outfit to wear. I pull out a soft white sundress with red flowers scattered over it.

Confident that everyone was outside still, I stripped of my bathing suit in the room. Granted, the only one who would walk in with no warning would be Jack. Who, hard to admit, had walked in on me changing plenty of times in the years of our friendship. I slip the dress on and a pretty thong that matched the flowers on the dress. One thing about me, I dress for myself. I don’t care one bit if anyone sees it just gives a piece of mind knowing I match.

The straps of the dress were in an awkward spot, just barely being able to reach high enough, definitely not being able to tie it by myself. My back was turned towards the door when it barged open. “Jack I-“ I turn around and furrow my brows then smile softly, “Hey Ethan, can you help me tie this?” He scratches his neck and nods, walking over to me. I hold my hair out of the way as he ties it. “I should’ve knocked, I’m sorry” he chuckles nervously. “Jack was too busy on his ass to come up here at get you. Foods ready, by the way.” He softly pats my shoulder to signal he’s done.

“Thank you, Ethan” His face heats up with a goofy smile on his face. “You’re welcome, this dress looks good on you- I mean every dress does- everything does- shit.” He sighs frustratedly causing me to giggle. “Come on, the foods gonna get cold.” I grab ahold of his arm and lead him back to the poolside. Jack walks over to the two of us once we get outside, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Nice of you to go and get my girl for me.” I scoff, “your girl?” I look over to see Ethan’s annoyed face. “I’m not his girl!” Ethan’s face was still unconvinced and jacks with a smirk plastered over it. I scoff and swat Jacks hand away, splitting away from them and deciding to eat my dinner with Luke.

The sun was far gone by the time everyone finished up their food. The cold air nipped at my nose as Luke and Mark threw some sticks into a fire pit to warm us up. I twist my hangs together to keep them warm. A soft hand wrapped itself around my waist from my right side. I look over to see the Michigan boy smiling down at me, “You looked cold.” He says with a shrug. “Thanks Ethan” I smile and snuggle closer to his side. Jack glared from the other side of the now lit fire pit. He sipped on a cup of a mysterious alcoholic mixture. He crumbled the cup in his hand before throwing it on a random table, making his way over to us.

“It’s cute you think you have a chance.” Is what Jack doesn’t know I hear he whispers to Ethan as he passes. Ethan gets an obvious face of distaste as Jack approaches. I gently rub my fingers along his back in a stupid attempt to soothe him. “Jack, you’re drunk.” I simply say and he just smiles. “Just had one drink for confidence.” Luke and Marks stares caught my eye and I huff. I grab ahold of both of the hockey players arms and drag them inside the house and up into mine and Jacks shared room.

“What the fuck is your problem, Jack?” I burst out which surprises both of them. “What’re you talking about? You’re my best friend, you deserve way more than a little college boy with a school crush.” He says matter of factly and crosses his arms. “I’m what? A year younger than you? Get over yourself.” I’m surprised at Ethan’s words. They almost make me laugh because of how right they were. I sit myself on the edge of the shared bed in the awkwardness of the silence in which Jack breaks. “Fine, you decide. Which one of us would you rather have?” I don’t answer, instead subconsciously squeezing my legs together. “Oh-“ Jack laughs, “I get it now, you want both of us, don’t you?”

I go to speak up but Jack cuts me off, turning his head to look at Ethan. “What do you think, Edwards? Wanna share her?” Ethan looks from Jack to me. “If it’s okay with you?” Ethan asks. I think for a moment, looking between them before I nod. Jack smirks and walks over to me, “That’s what I thought.” Ethan’s close behind, making his way to me to lift me to stand. “What a dirty slut.” I gasp and Jacks words as he attacks my neck with kisses and bites. Ethan presses a soft kiss to my forehead before reaching around to untie my dress, letting it puddle to the floor around my feet. Leaving me only in the skimpy thong I put on earlier. “So pretty” Ethan whispers in my ear before running soft kisses over my shoulder.

Jack drops to his knees, pulling the last piece of clothing down my legs. Ethan pulls me gently back onto the bed and onto his lap. I turn my head and press my lips deeply into Ethan’s, causing him to smile onto my lips. “So wet” Jack teases from between my legs, “Fuck, you like this that much? Fucking whore.” His lips connecting to my wet cunt pulls me away from Ethan’s lips. My head thrown back in pleasure and my hand it Jacks soft hair. I moan out and buck my hips into his face while he eats me like a starved man. His tongue strategically moving from my clit to dip deep into my wet cunt. My back arching causing Ethan to groan, accidentally grinding back into his bulge.

With one last swipe of jacks tongue over my clit, my juices explode over his mouth. He smirks as he raises off of me, licking his lips to get as much of the taste as he could. “Come on pretty girl.” Ethan hoists me up and places me down on his thigh. My sensitive cunt already close just from the fabric of his jeans rubbing against my clit. “That feels good, hm?” Ethan smiles at me, “then ride it.” I bite my lip and whine, already overstimulated. Ethan softly laughs and holds my hips. “I’ll help you, pretty.” He softly and slowly moves my hips back and forth, my cunt leaving a warm sticky spot on his jeans. It would be embarrassing if I wasn’t holding onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning out his name. “See how wet that dirty little cunt is for us? Such a slut for us isn’t she?”

Jacks words were blocked out of my ears as I focus on my second orgasm on Ethan’s leg. “Our pretty little slut, so perfect.” Ethan praises as he guides me over his thigh. “Ethan- mm, fuck! I’m cumming!” I warn him as my legs shake. He continues his paste at moving my hips. I stutter and cream all over thigh. I lean my head into his shoulder as I steady my breathing. “My turn.” Jack pulls me back to him. He had discarded his clothes off and was now completely naked. “Gonna let me fuck this pussy?” He asks shakily in my ear as he sits he on his lap, facing away from him. Jacks hand holds my jaw “open your eyes for me.” I open them to see he had me sat in front of the mirror in the corner of the room. “Want you to see how perfect you look when I stuff you full.”

I groggily nod as he lines himself up from below me. He forces my hips down in one motion, filling me to the full with his thick cock. Ethan sits next to us. My hand finds its way into his pants, not wanting to leave him untouched. Jack fucks up into me as I jerk Ethan off under his pants. “Look it the mirror. Look how much of a whore you are.” Jack demands and I force myself to look into the mirror. My jaw is dropped, moaning out jacks name now as he fucks up into my g spot. “Hear this, Edwards? That’s how men are supposed to make a woman sound.” I was too fucked out to hiss at Jack for being an asshole. My hand is covered in Ethan’s warm cum in no time, his shaky moans keeping me going. Ethan has to force my hand away from him, accidentally overstimulating him.

I smile lick the stickiness off of my fingers. Jack wraps his arms around my waist, steadying me as he fucked up into me. His repeated hits on my G spot had me closer and closer to my release. “Jack I-“ “I know, cum, baby. Cum all over my dick for me.” I moan out as I cum around him. “I- fuck- I’m on the pill.” Jack smirks and nods, holding my waist tightly down on him as he fills me up. I clutch onto the side of the bed tightly as I feel his warm ropes coat my walls. Jack lifts me up and lays me down on the bed.

Jacks warm cum dripping out of me. “Think you can do one more, pretty girl?” Ethan asks, rubbing my thighs gently. My cunt was sensitive and aching but the way Ethan was looking at me I just couldn’t deny him. I nod softly and Ethan smiles. Ethan pulls off his t shirt along with his pants and boxers, leaving himself bare. He was thicker than Jack but about the same in length. He pumps himself a few times before lining himself up. “Ready?” He asks to double check. I smile and nod. He pushes in slowly, my back arching and my mouth moaning out at the sting of the stretch. He stays still for a moment, letting me get used to him. My hands rub up and down on his abs to tell him I’m ready. He pulls out all the way before harshly slamming back in. Jacks cum from before being used as lube.

Loud moans fall from my tongue, chanting Ethan’s name as he fucks in and out of me. Ethan laughs breathlessly and looks over at Jack. “What were you saying about how a woman should sound, again?” “Shut up, Edwards.” Jack stands next to us pumping his cock between his hands. I turn my head and open my mouth for Jack. He smirks and slaps his dick onto my tongue before pushing it into my mouth. Ethan pounding into my cunt and Jack fucking my throat almost sends me right into my fourth orgasm of the night. I moan around Jacks dick, causing him to cum down my throat. I pull off, sticking out my tongue to show him I’ve swallowed it all. He whispers a quiet “good girl.” I turn to look back at Ethan. His fucked out face making me closer and closer to cumming. Jack snakes his hand down to my clit. The action making me arch my back into Ethan and squirt around him. I shakily fall back onto the bed as Ethan fucks into me a few more times before cumming in me, his cum mixing with Jacks.

Ethan pulls out slowly and lays next to me, Jack doing the same. After a moment Ethan gets up and leaves for a while, coming back with his sweatpants back on, two cloths in his hands, and two water bottles. He tosses a cloth and a water bottle to Jack. Shaking his head with a groan, “thanks”. Ethan nods and takes the other cloth the clean me up, opening the water bottle for me. “Thank you, Ethan.” I smile and drink the water. Ethan lays back down next to me. I snuggle up to Ethan, Jack laying behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “I guess…” Jack presses soft kisses to my shoulder “we can share since she liked it so much.”

[scandinavianfairytale]

Safe in your arms

Pairing: Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, misogyny, threat of violence (not towards the Reader)

A/N: I decided his real name is Ethan, with no context or back story. I just like the name and it would suit him 😁

Tangerine had your number memorized - he ought to, given how many times he has dialed it. In fact, he memorized it as soon as you wrote it on the piece of napkin when he met you in that rooftop bar in London.

He was working with Lemon, completely focused on their target, until he saw you getting harassed. He stepped in, kissing your cheek, and met the man's eyes. The dude was visibly shaken.

"You didn't say you had a new toy."

"I don't owe you anything, Marcus. Least of all a list of who I'm seeing." You glared at the man.

"Have fun with a used woman." Marcus spat at Tangerine. As he turned around, Tangerine wanted to grab him by the neck and throw him off of the roof, but your hand stopped him.

"Leave him. His ego is wounded, and he's lashing out." You waved your hand and let go of the situation.

"What a child." Tangerine muttered.

"Male fragility more like it."

"Do you usually go for men like that?"

"I don't date boys - him included." You finally met Tangerines' eyes.

"So what happened to him?"

"I told him I'm not interested, but he has yet to grasp that idea."

"How many times did you have to say no?"

"I think now it was the fourth time."

"Why keep being polite?"

"Because being mean might get me in trouble."

"Well, I'd be happy to assist you. If you want him to stop bothering you, just say the word and you will never hear from him again."

Your eyebrows shot up and you considered the man in front of you. He was very handsome. Strong, but at the same time still delicate.

"I don't doubt you'd do that, but I don't need your help. Thank you, though. That was very kind of you to jump in before." You smiled at him and jumped off the bar stool. Only then did you realize how much taller he really was.

"Wait. I know that this is a bit forward of me, but I was hoping you'd give me your phone number?" Tangerine wanted to bite his tongue immediately after saying those words.

He was glad his mouth was quicker than his brain. Five years later, and you were still in his life. The phone rang six times, before he heard your still groggy voice pick up.

"It's nine am, Love. Are you still in bed?" Tangerine grinned.

"Ethan, morning." He could hear you smile. He loved hearing his name roll from your lips. He could picture you right now, lazing around, still in your underwear with his T-shirt, with the work laptop turned on, giving the illusion that you were already working.

"It's already evening here." He almost scolded.

"When are you coming back? I feel like it's been weeks since I saw you."

"Have you been thinking about me?" Tangerine smirked as he whispered into the phone, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

"You know I have." You smirked into the phone on your side of the world. "Although I appreciate that no one is hogging the whole bed every night." You joked.

"I hate to tell you this, Love, but you're the bed hog."

"Agree to disagree." You smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I'm doing good. How are you holding up?" Tangerine looked out of the window at the passing landscape.

"I'm okay. I met some friends yesterday, and we ended up going for cocktails. It was a bad idea, drinking on a work day." You giggled.

"I'm glad you had fun. But take it easy today, and please don't go out jogging if you feel sick."

"Ethan, stop worrying about me, just come home as soon as you can, okay?" Your voice got serious.

"Okay. We are almost done, I'll be there hogging the bed again in no time." Tangerine smiled.

"Okay. I love you." You smacked your lips, sending him a vitual kiss.

"I love you." He smiled and hung up.

Contrary to his fantasy, you have been up for the last 3 hours, worrying about your boyfriend. He should've been back several days ago, but he took an extra job since he was already in Tokyo. But something felt off to you, and you have been worried since then. Going out drinking helped you out with putting the nagging feeling away at least for a bit. But then you woke up from another nightmare, still drunk from a few hours before.

However, hearing him just now made you feel so much better and you were able to focus and stop dreading what may go wrong. You went back to hoping and impatiently waiting for Ethan to be back, safe in your arms.

Thank you for reading ✨️😊

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[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Your Death, Your Dog, Your Declaration

Chapter 1/?

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Jensen Valentine (M!MC) (Not official/eventual)

Characters: Jensen Valentine, Bryce Lahela, Keiki Lahela, Sienna Trinh, Rafael Aveiro (mentioned)

Rating: Mature

Words: <2k

Series Summary: The chemical attack, as told in the world of Jensen Valentine and those close to him.

Chapter Summary: The night of the chemical attack hit Bryce hard. Harder than the victims on death's door. He's guilty, and it's killing him.

A/N: this piece will be dual/multi POV, so while this starts with Bryce, look forward to the others!!

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1:04 AM

Out. 

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1:05 AM

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9—shit. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10...11...12...13...14. 56.

1:06 AM

“Stop doing that, I’m not dead yet,” Jensen grumbled sleepily, yanking his hand back into his lap.

“Sorry,” Bryce replied. His tone was more lifeless than Jensen looked, tired and dejected.

Jensen rolled over, facing him. “You know it’s right there for a reason, right?” He said it with hardly a glance at the heart rate monitor, too exhausted to manage more. 

“Just keeping myself busy,” Bryce answered. “You should go to sleep.”

“Really?” he quipped, fast and sharp as always, “I hadn’t thought of it.”

It earned him a grin—a real one, as difficult as it was—but it faded just as fast. Bryce took Jensen’s hand again, playing with his fingers and holding extra tight, the gloves making it impossible to feel the dryness of his hands. They were always scratchy and rough from washing and sanitizing tens of times in a day, fingers calloused on the ends. His nails, painted a dark blue, were starting to chip. Would the embalmers take it off or repaint them?

Jensen shook him off, reminding him again that he wasn’t gone yet, and fidgeted with the blanket over himself. He ran the texture between his fingers. 

“Do you want to be cremated or embalmed?” Bryce asked. He still watched his hands, distracted.

“Oh, cremated, for sure—unless I can haunt Ethan, that is.”

There was a lightness to Jensen’s tone, seeming as monotone and factual as usual, but the ludicrous theory giving away to Bryce that he was joking. 

“I’m being serious.”

As he looked back up, Jensen’s eyes were a flat, solid shade of unforgiving, boring brown. No depth to the green hues Bryce could catch in the afternoon sunlight—just as sterile as the fluorescents illuminating them.

“If you keep acting like I’m dead, I’m going to kick you out. You’re supposed to be the optimist here, this is completely backwards.”

Bryce took a breath, looking down at the large, clunky suit he donned. “...I know. I’m trying.”

“Try harder. We could be talking about anything and you’re worried about my not-guaranteed funeral.” He said the next part in a mocking tone—a phrase Bryce had said plenty of times. “Not very ‘go with the flow’ of you.”

“How are you being more chill about this than I am?”

“Because I’m fine.” And the undeniable way he said it made it feel like the truth. Even with the dark circles under his eyes, and the exhaustion he couldn’t shake, it felt true. “If I die, oh well. Life moves on—it’s not like I’ll know it.”

As much as Bryce wanted to argue, wanted to correct the flaws in his thinking, he didn’t want to strain him with an unnecessary effort to defend himself. He was there to comfort him and that’s what he would try to do. “You seem more comfortable talking about death than you do small talk.”

Jensen's laugh turned into a cough, far into his chest with an agonizing sound that had Bryce reaching for the emesis basin. He waved him off, taking a sip of his water before settling back in the bed.

“It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it,” Jensen replied, a little more serious, a little more real.

Bryce gave him an inquisitive look, but Jensen just responded with a tired head tilt that meant he could interpret it however he wanted. He didn’t. 

Maybe he should. Maybe it was naive to have hope, but he would wait as long as he had to for Jensen to tell him what that meant. What any of it meant. All the vague references and to-himself jokes that Bryce didn’t understand—he wanted to. He wanted to know every detail of him: what built him and what broke him.

Once again playing with Jensen’s hands, a gentle encouragement to lull him to sleep, he recalled a night at Donahue’s like the others. The group shared stories from undergrad, their drunkest and most embarrassing moments, but Jensen had been utterly silent. Not that it was far out of character, but when multiple opportunities were presented to make fun of Landry and he took none of them, Bryce was going to notice.

It was also easy to recognize when he had been perfecting it himself for years. He remembered trying to stay quiet in an effort to go unnoticed, but that method never worked well given how often he was the one talking. For Jensen, it was believable; it was a perfectly practiced way to hide something.

But Bryce’s eyes had always been drawn to him. From the first day he walked into the locker room, all piercing glances and analytical expressions, Bryce noticed him. Noticed the light inflections in his tone, a small but important indicator most didn’t pick up on, but was obvious to anyone who bothered to learn him. 

Bryce didn’t learn enough of him. No, it didn’t help that Jensen was the opposite of chatty, but he couldn’t help feeling some ounce of guilt for that. “I don’t think you’ve stopped talking since I met you.” Did he take up every conversation? Were there times Jensen was going to share something about himself—something worth something—that Bryce covered with his own insignificant blabber? 

Everything was worth something when usually he got nothing at all. Jensen’s silence was not odd, after you got used to it, that is, and neither was the lack of substance. Bryce wanted more than that.

What were his hobbies? He could take a guess from the keyboard and bass in his room, but was it ever more serious than a display on the wall? 

All he knew was a shell of a person, only the details you could see on the outside, and he just never bothered to ask for anything more. He settled for the least amount of worth you could get from a person and never batted an eye, just kept talking and talking and fucking talking.

What was his favorite restaurant in the city? One of the places they went together? Or somewhere Bryce never bothered to ask about?

Boston was Jensen’s home for just over a year, yet he had 26 before that elsewhere. 

Where did he grow up?

When was his birthday?

What was his middle name?

Did he want to be cremated or embalmed?

A tap on the window caught his attention. Sienna was standing there with his phone in her hand, shaking it in a way that said he needed to check it. He glanced over Jensen again, well asleep this time, and carefully set his hand down.

A long slew of profanities left his mouth as he wrestled with the suit, grabbing his phone as fast as possible to see the tens of missed calls from Keiki. He barely had it in his hands before pressing the call back button. Waiting for a long few rings, she finally answered. 

“Hey, sorry, I—”

“No, it’s fine, are you okay? I saw the news.” The breathiness in her voice showed her concern no matter how hard she fought to keep her tone even. 

“Yes, I’m okay. I wasn’t there when it happened.” He checked over Jensen one more time through the window, still asleep, before gathering his things to leave. “I’ll be home in twenty minutes; did you eat anything?”

It took her a second to answer. “Uh, no. I…wasn’t really hungry.”

“I’ll get you something.”

He opened the locker room door to collect his coat and keys, tossing the latter on as she replied, “It’s like two in the morning, nothings going to be open.”

“I’ll get you something,” he repeated before ending the call, shoving his phone into his pocket and starting towards his car.

Twenty minutes later he arrived home, gas station food in a plastic bag he tossed on the counter. 

“I’m sorry,” he said as she stood from the couch, in pajamas and yawning but set up with a movie and her phone to keep her awake.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re okay, I guess,” she said, taking a bag of chips out and opening them up. He declined when she offered them, standing aimlessly in the middle of the kitchen. 

He couldn’t sit down knowing the uncertainty of what was happening at the hospital, but he couldn’t pace around agitated the whole night. He would wait until Keiki was asleep then return to the hospital for an update. Maybe text Sienna while he waited. 

“You look like you’re going to be sick,” Keiki commented, shoving a handful into her mouth. The thought of eating did make him sick, but he just shrugged it off.

“It was just stressful,” he replied, trying to have some semblance of normalcy. He set his phone and keys down, almost robotic, on the dining table. She was watching his every move, even as he took a breath, reminding himself that normally he’d go change. So, he did.

His bed was a mess, blankets crumpled from where Keiki had taken it over, her stack of books on the nightstand along with her clothes in a heap on the floor. Grabbing his change of clothes, he took them to the bathroom, sensing that it was no longer his space.

She was still in the kitchen when he returned, watching him again.

“I forgot to ask, but were your friends okay?”

That was all it took for his lip to tremble, unable to get an answer out. He distracted himself with grabbing the remote from the couch, setting it on the coffee table and sitting down with a deep breath. He waited for the ache in the back of his throat to subside with every following breath, blinking back the wetness around his eyes.

“No.”

But he could barely choke back the sob escaping from his throat, sending the tears well over the floodgates.

He never even got a moment to check on Raf, and even in the half an hour he was gone, Jensen’s condition could have significantly worsened. It was too easy to imagine when he was out of his sight, no tangible proof in front of him: no dry comments and no tired grins, the same ones he’d probably never see again.

Wiping the tears was a useless effort, a constant flow wetting his face and soaking his sleeves.

The couch dipped next to him. Keiki tucked a few tissues into his hand before wrapping her arms around him.

And he remembered it from a thousand times before. The nights he’d come home late and have it out with his dad in the middle of the foyer, giving everything just as vicious as he got it, but only ending with him in tears. Keiki would sneak in, probably woken up by the shouting, to ask what was going on, but the minute she saw his face she’d climb up his bed to wrap him in a huge that couldn’t quite reach around him. It didn’t matter if she didn’t know the details—it was better she didn’t—but she was the only one there who had enough compassion to try.

Here she was again, picking up the pieces of a mess that wasn’t hers. He didn’t have the strength to fight her on it, though, and didn’t have the strength to send her to bed like he should’ve on those nights. He just turned, letting his arms fall over her shoulders and holding on with everything he had.

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tagging: @jerzwriter @cariantha @kyra75 @gutsfics @inlocusmads @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations

[agaypanic]

Benny saves reader from a zombie

When The Dead Rise (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Ethan has to take his little sister trick or treating, so of course he invites all of his friends to keep him company. Splitting up from your friends to spend time with your boyfriend ends up giving you some scares.

A/N: SO MANY THINGS TO SAY!!! 1, sorry for not posting a story in over 2 weeks, i discovered character ai messaging and became addicted to talking to josh hutcherson’s (i love that man, im so glad hes been getting more attention again, im so sad that he has a gf and is like 10+ years older than me) mike schmidt from fnaf (lowkey wondering if i should try making character chats, i think itd be fun lol). 2, thank you for 1.1k followers!!! It truly means a lot to me! 3, I still have a good handful of requests and i don’t know when they’ll all be finished, so if you’ve sent in a request that i haven't gotten to yet, im so sorry lol. 4, this feels kinda half-assed but enjoy this halloween fic even tho its fuckin november lmao

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“Ethan, hurry up!” Benny yelled up the stairs to his best friend, who was in his room getting ready. “If we wait any longer, all the good candy’s gonna be gone!”

“Calm down, Bens.” You laughed. “We’re big kids; we can buy our own candy.”

“It’s not the same.” He whined, letting you pull him towards you by the lapels of his suit jacket. You fixed his poorly tied tie and smoothed out the fabric of his outfit. Benny wanted to be a magician this year, saying it fit perfectly. He even somehow roped you into dressing up as a magician’s assistant.

Before you could reply, there was a knock at the door. Unsure of whether it was a trick-or-treater or one of your friends, you grabbed the bowl of candy near the front entrance and opened the door. But the sight before you made you jump, some pieces of candy flying out of the bowl.

“Trick or treat!” Rory snickered behind an ugly zombie mask. It looked like the mask had been melted and worn out. 

“Couldn’t you have just dressed up as a vampire?” You asked, letting Rory into the house and closing the door. “You know, with you being a vampire and all.”

“Too easy.” Rory shrugged, taking off the mask. “Besides, scaring the crap out of you is worth wearing the mask.” He grinned, and you smacked his shoulder with an eye roll.

Hearing footsteps come thundering down the stairs, you all turned around. Jane came down in a princess costume while Ethan was close behind in one of his regular outfits. You all booed him and his wardrobe.

“Boring!”

“Didn’t even try.”

“Where’s your Halloween spirit, man?”

“Guys, give me a break, okay?” Ethan sighed. It was clear he didn’t really want to go out tonight. Wanting him to at least try to get into the spirit of the holiday, you grabbed a pack of fake vampire fangs from the trick-or-treating bowl.

“Here, you can be the vampire. Now let’s go, or Jane won’t get any candy.” Hearing this, Jane raced out the door, the rest of you hot on her tail.

***

It was late at night when you all decided to stop trick or treating. Jane’s candy bag was practically bursting at the seams, and she was worn out to the point where Rory had to start carrying her. He only did it because, due to being a vampire, he was the only one strong enough to haul her around, and she promised to give him some of her candy.

“Wanna split?” Benny leaned down to whisper to you, the two of you slowing down and gradually being separated from your friends. Deciding that they probably wouldn’t mind your absence, you nodded. Benny grinned and squeezed your hand that he had been holding the entire evening before pulling you in the direction of his house.

As the two of you walked down the street, a chill ran up your spine. An October night in Canada probably wasn’t the best time to wear a costume that had a good amount of skin, but when you put the costume on, you had decided that it would be a problem for future you.

Future you was less than pleased.

Luckily, being the amazing and thoughtful boyfriend he was, Benny took off his magician’s cape and tied it around you. He must’ve enchanted it, because you were immediately warmed by the fabric. You clung onto his arm, not missing the proud smile he had when he looked down at you wearing something of his.

“Oh, gosh.” You murmured, slowing to a stop. Benny stumbled, looking around in confusion. Before he could ask what was wrong, you pointed to what awaited you just a few yards ahead.

If you knew that the Whitechapel cemetery would be on your route to Benny’s house, you would’ve gone another way. But here you were, looking at the fog-covered, fenced-up plot of land in front of you, the path that went through it looking less than inviting. Given you and your friends’ track records with supernatural and dead things, you were weary of spooky things, such as a cemetery at night. Tonight being Halloween didn’t help much.

“Come on, N/n, it’s okay.” Benny cooed, pulling you along. “Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

“I’ll protect you, babe.”

“Oh, great, so we’re both dead.” You half-joked, and Benny gave you a fake offended look.

“Rude.” You got to the fence, and you paused again. Benny looked back and sighed; it was as if he could read your mind before you protested. “Going through the cemetery instead of around is the quickest way home, Y/n. We’ll speedwalk.”

After a deep breath, you nodded, and you both ventured through the graveyard. You clung to Benny as if your life depended on it. For all you knew, it did. The aura surrounding you as you walked spooked Benny a bit, but he did his best to put on a brave face for you.

Before you knew it, you were almost at the other side of the cemetery. Relief filled you as the fog faded just enough to show you the exit.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” You say, a pep in your step now. But for some reason, Benny pulled on his cape that was around your shoulders. You looked back in confusion.

It wasn’t Benny, you realized. Because he was standing next to you, not behind you.

Behind you was a hideous, groaning creature that looked like it had been decaying for years. You wouldn’t have been surprised if it had crawled out of one of the graves you and Benny walked by.

“Zombie!” You shouted, making Benny jump. You tried to run, but the creature’s decaying hand had a death grip on the cape you were wearing, the opposing forces almost choking you.

Benny grabbed the string that tied the cape around you and somehow ripped it apart. It was probably the sudden adrenaline that gave him the strength to do that and then pick you up when you were finally free. Tossing you over his shoulder, Benny ran out of the graveyard while you both freaked out about what you saw.

Over your squeals and shouts, you didn’t hear the laughing that came from the place you were fleeing from. The zombie dropped the cape and ripped off its face, revealing a cackling Rory. But his laughs were suddenly cut short when he heard a rustle in a nearby bush. Realizing that being alone in the cemetery was becoming too creepy for him, Rory sped away.

When you reached Benny’s house and called your friends, you told them all about the terrifying encounter you and Benny had with the dead. During your storytelling, you didn’t notice Rory having a slight grin on his face the entire time.

[cozyforjate]

What a season finale?!!!

It was a great episode, probably one of the best of the season for me but damn, i hate cliffhangers! Especially when there's a strike going on and you have no idea when the next season will air!

But it is what is… The only thing we can do now is pray for the strike to be over as soon as possible.

AMPTP, please pay your writers and actors!

*

So lets talk about Spock and Chapel (and a little bit about Pike&Batel)

!SPOILER WARNING!

*

The episode starts with Batel and Chapel helping the colonists. We learn that Chapel left the Enterprise early to start her Fellowship with Dr. Korby and Cayuga is basically her ride.

Can i just say that i love how SNW portrays their female characters? Batel and Chapel are 2 women who are really good at their jobs, love helping people, ambitious, strong, beautiful and charming!

The episode made a clear parallel between 2 relationships: Spock&Chapel and Pike&Batel.

At the beginning of the episode Batel and Chapel’s fates were unknown, both Spock and Pike were worried about losing the women that they love, but refused to give up hope and they were both ready to do whatever it takes to save them.

Both couples reunite at some point in the episode. Pike&Batel’s hug is lovely and sweet. Spock&Chapel holding each other’s hands in space is a beautiful and almost poetic moment. That scene was designed to look visually stunning and it did!

*

If we quickly remember the status of both relationships:

Batel had a bumpy relationship with Pike at first, she even walked out on him bcoz just like Chapel, Pike had issues maintaining a serious relationship. But unlike Spock&Chapel, Pike&Batel fixed their problems bcoz Pike noticed his errors, they talked, they understood each other and made up!

Spock and Chapel still haven’t done that and we have to wait for season 3 to see them properly communicate again. But there’s still HOPE for them.

*

“Hope” is one of the main themes of the episode. We have seen different characters talk about “hope” and use it as a motivation to keep fighting.

Una to Spock:

“I would never tell you not to hope.”

Pike to La’an:

“Sometimes... hope is a choice.”

Despite every single fact pointing to Christine’s death, Spock chooses not to lose hope.

“and Nurse Chapel, who I HOPE made it to the surface as well.”

“I have not given in to grief yet. Logic dictates we do not know Chapel's or Batel's fate. And until we do, the best chance we have to save them is if Enterprise takes out the Gorn's interference field.”

Hope is the thing that keeps him going. And i think, one of the reasons why he insisted he should be the one doing the space mission is bcoz he really believed that it might help save Christine’s life (and others').

*

The zero gravity Gorn fight was amazing. Spock and Chapel defeating the Gorn together was so satisfying to me!

After that, they move towards each other and have an “almost” space hug. Beautiful! And then they slowly fly up together. The filming of the whole scene is breathtaking. Feels like a space dance in EV suits. As a big piece of Cayuga falls down, they reach for each other’s hands at the same time and hold so tight! Aww. The music, the scene… You get the sense that there’s HOPE. Against Gorn but also for Spock and Chapel too.

They energize still holding hands. Chapel seems pretty shook and Spock intensely watches her. He must be feeling so many things at once in that moment.

The way Spock loves Chapel is too pure.  He would do anything for her. ANYTHING. Vulcan emotions are stronger than human emotions. That’s why they suppress them. And what happens when they choose not to suppress them? Take a look at Spock! Ethan Peck has been doing an amazing job portraying a half Vulcan-half Human in love. But perhaps his feelings for Chapel can not even be described with the word love.

I have no words for what I feel.

Bcoz it’s more.

*

Anyway, before they go Spock stops her. He wants to apologize but she doesn't let him. She tells him that they'll have time later. She smiles at him, eyes shining, holding his arm… Spock recognizes that look and that smile. Its Christine. His Christine. And he smiles back. There’s HOPE.

*

Look guys, I don’t know if they’ll break up or decide to try again. All i know is, Spock and Chapel love each other. Despite their differences, despite Boimler’s “you’re doomed” BS, despite Chapel’s struggle with relationships&deep trauma, despite Spock’s struggle with human emotions… They LOVE each other. Feelings are there and not going anywhere.

Star Trek loves “on again - off again” relationships. So i predict Spapel be the new on/off relationship that will last for as long as the show goes on.

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3. Records

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance | Action, Sci-Fi

This is the third book in the series. Book One | Book Two

Full Chapter List

Ethan’s plan to drag Eva along to the castle was thwarted by the large number of people that had arrived.  In the ballroom, chairs and tables were hastily dragged out to make an eating space for everyone.  The autumn sun set quickly these days, and before he knew it, the sky was grey.  He apologetically exited the lively room while the others entertained; Ethan half-dragged both of the children toward their bedroom.  They were still excited about the party and had no desire to leave.  Fully entering Dad mode, Ethan chided them down the hallway.  Both girls were in a now-shared suite on the first floor that he’d effectively child-proofed.  

After toothbrushing and pajamas, they continued to prolong the inevitable by asking for a story.  Ethan obliged; the favorite part of his evening was now laying in the large bed intended for Eveline (but Rose more or less always ended up there too) and sharing one of the classic storybooks from Karl’s family library.  The children’s books were mostly in German, but they were beautifully illustrated, and Ethan could fumble his way through the tales, more or less.  Tonight’s story was Hansel and Grethel.  

A story about a witch who ate children lulled Rosemary to sleep without a hitch, but Evie looked perturbed after the book was closed.  Ethan glanced at her with raised eyebrows.  She exhaled, and then pulled the blanket up to her chin.  

“Do you ever feel like just a piece of a person?  Like the rest of you is lost and you’re gonna get lost again and again.  Like them, in the forest, without the breadcrumb trail.” 

“All the time,” Ethan said casually, and then he frowned at how dark the conversation was.  He turned toward the child and propped himself up on one elbow, his temple pressed against his palm.  “What’s on your mind?”

“I just hate…remembering what happened.  I still feel like I am a fake at having a family.  I wonder if you hate me.  I feel like a freak.” 

He paused to consider this.  “It takes a long time to feel like other people are family.  I definitely don’t hate you, Evie.  I’ve been thinking about all of this for years now.   You were not taken care of like you should have been, that’s not your fault.  We both went through a horrible time, so did the Bakers, and other people.  It should have never happened, but that doesn’t make it the fault of a child.” He shrugged.  

“Now we just have to work on rebuilding, because we were lucky enough to get the chance.  I know it’ll take lots of time, but I think those sad feelings will fade when you have more time spent in a safe place.  Things like that, adjusting–even when it’s a good adjustment, it takes a long time.” 

“Do you feel safe?”

Another pause.  “Mostly.  When I don’t, that’s okay too.  I’m sure I’ll feel safer after time goes by…and after we deal with Miranda.”  They shared a rather macabre smirk, with hers hidden under the blanket.  “As far as feeling like a freak…well, we’re all freaks here, I guess.”  He tried not to chuckle, but her unimpressed stare caused him to slip.  

“I thought you brought me back just for my powers.”

“Absolutely not,” Ethan almost cut her off, shaking his head from his awkward position.  “I appreciate that you helped us when you came back.  That was kind of you.  We really needed the help.  But I meant what I told you before–I don’t intend to use you like a weapon any more than I would use Rose as a weapon.  Rose has helped before too, but I want you two to stay out of it as much as possible.” 

This seemed to soothe her, and she drew the blanket up even further, her eyes trailing around the room, lids finally flickering heavily.  So much like Mia’s.  Ethan watched her silently.  She had one more burning question, apparently.  “So, it takes time to feel safe….If that’s true, why are you so mad at Heisenberg for not talking about things with you?”

“You uh, heard that, huh?” he said, his ears reddening.  

She shook her head.  “No, I can sense things, sometimes, like feelings.  The more I’m here, the less it happens.  But I noticed it today.  You feel mad at him and he feels scared, really scared.” 

“That’s surprising.  He never really acts scared.” 

“He learned not to.  The same way I learned not to.  Sometimes it’s not safe to act scared.”  With this, her eyes finally closed, and Ethan realized he’d been stroking her hair without realizing it.  

—--------------

Ethan felt strange as he crossed where the river passed in front of the castle.  Since Karl’s re-routing of the river earlier in the year, the once-rapid and rocky creek had turned into a shallow pond, inches deep and perhaps ten feet wide.  It made a beautiful, if eerie, reflection of the large gate in its mirror-like surface, and Ethan frowned as he crossed it on foot, splashing with each step, disturbing the peaceful reflection.  

He felt strange for multiple reasons.  Firstly, he seemed to be almost nocturnal now.  Ethan’s body perked up at night, responded to it viscerally.  Perhaps that’s why Karl was such a night owl as well.  Ethan craved to be outdoors during this time, to leap and run and smell things exactly as an animal would.  So the night called to him.  

Instead of simply disappearing from the manor and re-appearing here at the castle, he’d drank in the sight of the cold valley before him, and the Black God urged another transformation into will.  The same flock of birds, bright Kingfishers in the moonlight..  Ethan didn’t protest this time; he was too swept up in his newfound passion for darkness.  He didn’t like anything that reminded him of Miranda, but the sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt.   Flying, dispersed, over the rolling hills,  craggy cliff sides of the valley was a sensation he could only ever dream of before this.  It was thrilling, a glance at what a heaven might feel like if one existed.  

He also felt strange to be approaching the castle at night, walking up the familiar marble steps in the entryway, and openly shouting, “Hello? Lady D?”  Given his previous horrifying time spent trying to dodge her in every direction, his soul was screaming at him to leave, and at the very least, to shut up.  

A voice filtered from the Great Hall, and as he moved into that room he saw her standing, staring at a painting on the wall.  She had lit the fireplace, and Ethan sauntered into the room feeling extremely awkward.  He was relieved at seeing the wine she gestured toward, until he remembered, and she scoffed, “It’s imported, have no fear.” 

His weak smile made her roll her eyes, and then they moved back toward the same chairs where they had their first non-violent conversation.  He poured far too much wine for himself, and sat back in the chair.  After it became clear that she would sit in stony silence for an indeterminate period of time, he tried, “How are you feeling?”

“Quite awful, actually,” she said with an almost sad chuckle, and glanced around the hall as if looking for someone.  “I had hoped coming here, I might…feel, something.  A spark.  A memory of home.  Be comforted, have second thoughts.  I feel nothing of the sort.  I no longer know, Mister Winters, what part of my existence was really me, and what part was…” she gestured to her head, and he took that to signify the cadou.  

“For what it’s worth, I know you know I was just trying to protect myself, but I’m still…sorry about your daughters.”  There.  He’d said it.  He exhaled as if dropping a weight from his shoulders.  Her eyebrows rose in surprise, and she clutched at her own arm with the opposite hand, as if embracing herself.  

“Well…thank you, but, no need to apologize.”  An awkward silence ensued, in which Ethan tried to drink as much wine as possible.  

The fire crackled.  “They were not the first experiment I helped with.  I was, at one point, a very proficient lab assistant.  Miranda seemed pleased with me.  But…do you know what she did, after their creation you might say, was complete, and I…embraced them?” 

He shrugged and shook his head.  Alcina’s smile was icy, but he almost saw the hint of pain cross between her brows.  She looked past him, toward the dining room.  

“She forbade me from going to the laboratory.  She was…angered, I could tell.  There were others for me to pay attention to, not just her, and perhaps I had gained something she had lost.  Daughters.  I was ecstatic in this moment of finally not being alone, finally having someone in this place with me.  Miranda would not let me leave, but she was….”  Alcina seemed to need to drink more to say the next part aloud.  

“She was not interested in me, at all, after that.” 

Ethan’s eyebrows raised.  “That’s pretty fucked up.”  The wine appeared to be doing its job.  

Alcina glared at him, and then said in a monotone, “Yes.”

He had no tact.  Alcohol wasn’t helping.  “I’m guessing that after that, she had a new favorite Lord to focus on…and it was–”

“Heisenberg, yes.”  She scoffed.  Alcina fished on the table for a cigarette for her cigarette holder; he noticed that her hands were shaking.  “She made it quite cear that she found my… emotional attachment unwanted.  Heisenberg was not only a…a man,” she struggled on the word, as though she saw Karl as a boy, “He was a scientist as she was.  Fascinated by the world.  She sought to make him a biologist.  I suppose that did not work out as planned.”  

He could only stare, trying to imagine a younger Karl and Alcina tiptoeing around Miranda.  It seemed crazy now, but it had been their reality for decades.  He realized that the change–the change of the village’s fate–felt quick to him, but was probably still new to the former Lords.  

Alcina got the cigarette where she wanted it, and as her shaking hands fumbled with a match, he obliged, striking it, then lighting the end of the cigarette for her. She nodded in thanks, and then tossed her hair back.  

“I could see right through his displeasure from the start.  I urged him to speak to me of it, but he never did, which was probably a wise choice on his part.  I could see that he loathed her.  He cringed at her orders, writhed during every church service, spat out the words of any prayer she might have us chant.  I was so confused why I had been cast aside for someone with barely contained hatred, until it slowly dawned on me….that Miranda could not believe someone hated her.  Oh, she questioned Heisenberg’s loyalty eventually, she even questioned mine as years dragged on.  But I never forgave him for the sin of….fooling her, even for a moment.  I had true feelings, true hope, that she and I were a family, that we could….well, it doesn’t matter now.”  

“Are you really sure this is what you want to do?” he pressed, in a softer tone than he’d used with anyone other than Evie recently.  “It’s….”

“I’m certain you think me a coward now.” 

“Not at all,” he argued, shaking his head slowly, watching the room blur.  

“I had a dream, the night I was brought back into this world.  When I slept in the manor.  I saw my mother-my real mother-by a cliffside, begging me to come back to her.  She wanted to embrace me, that’s all.  A hug.  Something so simple…and yet it was not something she ever did to me, and I regret to say it was not something I ever did for my daughters.  Too prideful, foolish, frightened.” 

Ethan almost felt as if he could read, or touch, her energy in this moment.  Maybe it was the alcohol; his intuition told him it was the Black God, surveying her form.  Perhaps her suitability?  He wondered why the presence in his mind would assess, otherwise.  Alcina was very stony.  Heavy.  She felt almost like marble.  She seemed shut down, closed off, almost impossible to crack, much less break.  Strong, but inflexible?  Ethan almost felt pity for her, but stopped short, knowing how she would respond to that.  

“Anyway,” she sighed, “In the dream, she was there, telling me to come toward her.  I heard another voice over hers, telling me to do what it was I truly wanted instead. I wasn’t sure whose other voice it was in the dream, but I think I know now.  I believe it was my own.  Telling me to do what I wanted.  For once.  Do you know what I chose, in the dream?”

Another clueless head shake from the blond, who was enraptured.  

“I crumbled, turned into dust.  All these years being the tall, impenetrable tower.  Not just the damsel in it, but the tower itself…  I fell into dust and caught the wind, and that was the best part.  Being taken away.  No more being told what to do.  For once, not stone, not broken.  Just the wind.” 

Ethan mused in silence.  After a pause, he said weakly, “But, if you try to enter the Megamycete, you won’t be going away.  You’ll be…trapped.” 

“I see it as a realm where there are more possibilities than ever seen in this world.  True freedom, a chance to begin again.  Am I wrong?”

“Probably not.  It seems like that’s what it was before Miranda.  At least in some parts of history.”  

“Exactly.  It could be this again.  It needs nurturing, like a mind, does it not? It requires structure.  Models of behavior.  Empathy, perhaps. I feel this deeply, almost with my instinct.  Besides.”  She shrugged, and a sly smile finally crept onto her porcelain features.  “If I  am made to have the power Eva had before….I may be able to have my revenge on the last person to take my life away from me.  It will do.  Trust me, Ethan, I would not be so keen on this if my daughters were here.  And I do not wish to separate any of you from your family.”  

He was finished with his wine, and reached for more, his hand unsteady.  Both Ethan and Alcina’s cheeks were deeply flushed.  She watched him pour intently.  

“The girls will be sad to see you leave,” he offered. 

“Is it leaving? Or is it changing?”

“Good point.  You sound like–” he winced.  “Like Karl.” 

“Oh please, do not insult me in my home.”  She laughed, then Ethan laughed.

Just then a trail of voices poured into the room adjacent, and Alcina raised an eyebrow.  Ethan stood, realizing that he was very drunk, and also that he’d intended to stand up to defend Lady D–a ludicrous idea, even when she was without her mutant powers.  However, the voices turned the corner and suddenly were not voices, but heads and bodies–Karl, Donna, and Moreau.  Ethan stared, stupefied.  

Alcina stood and turned, looking at them with a mixture of contempt and confusion.  Donna began, timidly, by holding out a platter.  “We thought you would like some dinner.” 

“And-and this,” Moreau added, brandishing the patera.  “Ethan told us what was said in the other realm…if you still want to…”

“We’re just here to support you, whatever you decide.  We wanted to spend time with you,” Donna continued, walking toward the fireplace, setting down the food on the coffee table and surprising everyone by hugging Alcina.  The castellan’s eyes almost popped out of her head, but she accepted the hug in stride.  

Karl hovered near the entryway, looking out of place.  Moreau placed the patera on the table and then sauntered near what looked like a cabinet, but when he opened the top of it, Ethan realized it was a phonograph.  The fisherman propped up the stand, and Alcina interrupted him.  

“Moreau!  The bottom cabinet.  You’ve reminded me of something.”  She was smiling.  Donna moved forward, staring curiously.   

“Are these the infamous–”

“None other!”  Her wine was working its magic as well, Ethan realized.  Despite her angst, Alcina was having a moment of happiness. 

When she saw Ethan’s rather blank smile, Alcina supplied, “Miranda increased her bans of outside media as the years wore on and technology increased.  Particularly notorious was a set of books and records–ah, there they are, Salvatore!”

Karl strode forward suddenly, leaning over the shorter man, and Ethan found himself drawn to the box as well.  Alcina paced, finally sitting on the chair behind them, and reaching for food.  Moreau took a record from the box.  “Oh, these were the collection of inspired by’s!”  His rather mad chuckle was almost endearing.  

“The what now?” Ethan couldn’t keep up with the plot.  Karl’s eyes were wide.  He turned to look over his shoulder at Alcina with something of disbelief. 

“No way you have those.  She gave them to YOU?”

“Of course she did, I’m the responsible one,” Alcina shot back, but she was smiling the entire time.  She bit into a carrot as if to punctuate her sentence, and Karl grabbed the box of records, fishing through them. 

Moreau began winding the old gramophone.  Ethan wasn’t sure what the ‘inspired by’ comment meant until Karl bark-laughed at one of the records.  “Oh shit, yeah, these are them! Ho-lee-shit!” 

“Can someone explain?” Ethan said testily, moving from the phonograph back toward the table, where he opened a new bottle of wine.  Alcina hesitated, but then began with her continued smile, “Over the years, before everything was so isolated, others made their way to the village, artists or other sightseeing folk.  Tourists.  Miranda ate up anything created about her…”

“Never was about science,” Karl interrupted, “Was always about her ego.  She fed into it for years, the LORE…..” 

“She used to allow some of these stories, songs to be played or read in the village.  There were artworks as well, those she adored.  There were children’s stories about her as well.  As time went on, I believe…"

Karl laughed again.  “The stories became...not so nice.  She couldn’t decide if she loved or hated bein’ a villain.”  

“But Karl quite absolutely loved it,” Alcina interrupted with another dazzling smile, and now all of the Lords were giggling.  Giggling.  Ethan had to hide his own smile behind a wine glass.  “He created a collection of the more…well, disparaging songwritten material, and used his powers to blast them in a simply ghastly-loud manner, out of the factory.  Always one could guarantee it, when he was being punished.” 

Ethan remembered the loudspeakers surrounding the gates, where Karl had taunted him to enter months before.  He was giggling too.  

Donna was collapsing with laughter.  “I could hear the sound over the waterfall.  Uh oh…Heisenberg did it again!”

“She finally got sick of it and demanded all of his music gone,” Moreau finished with a wide, amphibious smile.  “Then he just started with the sirens.” 

“Oh, that’s nothing, Mother, just working on things!” Alcina pantomimed, flinging her arms out.  Donna cackled, hiding her face in her hands.  

“Okay, I’ve gotta see these,” Ethan interjected, and he sat the wine glass down, unsteadily crossing the hall to sit between Donna and Karl, thumbing through mostly foreign records.  Some were very old, others were newer.  He did a double-take at a recognizable name.  

“Townes Van Zandt?”  One of his cherished, only memories of his father was hearing the old vinyl Pancho and Lefty coming from the garage, where Ethan was eventually allowed to help restore the old t bucket.  

And now you wear your skin like iron, and your breath as hard as kerosene

Karl took the record and opened it.  “Ah, yeah.  Travelin’ student, rich.  Got lost.  She had a thing for Americans–” he wagged his eyebrows at Ethan, who instantly interjected, “No.”

“Anyway, he took the wrong train in.  I remember him.  She did her savior thing that she always did, showed him around, gave him the old cult special tour.  Wild that she used to do that.  Man, how it all went downhill.”  

Alcina and Moreau were nodding.  The tall woman chewed her food thoughtfully and then said eagerly, holding up a finger, “I had a thought…could it be that she was looking for a…eugh, a husband?  at any of those times?  It always seemed to be men that she brought in.” 

“She said men were dumber,” Salvatore supplied, and he and Alcina laughed at this. “I don’t know about a husband, but she…you know how he was.”  Salvatore’s laugh was nervous as he put on the record that he’d opened.  Despite the jovial mood, a very melancholy song began to play.  It was haunting, almost a folk-style ballad, Ethan mused.  It reminded him of Scarborough Fair , which Karl was always whistling to Rose.    

“He was one of the last outsiders that she allowed to leave, if I recall.”  Donna’s eyes were wide.  “I remember reading years later that he had a rather difficult life.  But I don’t suppose he ever forgot Miranda, he sent this album back to us years later.” 

“To ME,” Karl interjected, “I was the one that shacked him up on his way out.”  To Ethan, he explained, “He was terrified of whatever she done to him–you can pretty much figure it out by the song, but maybe he changed some things to make for a better story, I don’t know.  Anyway, he showed up at the factory in a craze, bangin’ on the door….I let him in, told him he better slip out an’ go east on foot when the sun came up.  She didn’t like bein’ in the sun much.”  

Well, that answered at least one question of Ethan’s.  

“So he slept there, scared outta his skin, an boy he shot out at dawn like a bullet.  Found his way out.  I had to play dumb when she asked if anybody saw him leavin’.” 

“I KNEW you did something!” Alcina bellowed, and everyone laughed again.  “Oh!! I KNEW it.  She told me to drop it, but I–augh, I knew .” 

Karl’s laugh was sincere, as if he truly was pleased with himself.  

The conversation continued, the siblings truly becoming comfortable speaking about their lives-their trauma-for the first time, and Ethan’s smile stayed as he sat by the fire and listened to the many tales they exchanged.  He should have felt incredibly warm, both from the fire and from the eager conversation, but the folk song Moreau chose filled him with a cold, empty dread.  

But I know I hear my baby crying ‘mama’

You'll never hear your baby cry again

Oh where have all the people gone?

Won't you tell me, where have all the people gone?

Don’t you worry about those people anymore 

Take me for a walk in the morning dew

Please take me for a walk in the morning dew, my love

You can’t go walking in the morning dew today

[goodthoughts001]

Horseracing Selections - Cartmel, 20 July먹튀

A wide open contest gets proceedings underway and there is very little between many of the leading lights but the principals look to be 먹튀 and Southern Bazaar and the narrow vote is given to Diktatit. The selection was a fair fourth under a considerate ride behind Ballyhurry last time and with this slightly longer trip looking to be in his favour he looks the one to be on. Southern Bazaar rates the main danger as he won well last time out when beating Ethan Snowflake but that was in a seller and this looks more competitive and he is opposed for that reason. Muaawesh is another last time out winner that could go well as he defeated Bodfari Signet with a little in hand last time out, he again has conditions to suit and should be watched in the market. So Cloudy is another last time out winner that could go well but all his best form is on a softer surface, of the remainder Barney has the ability to go close but consistency is not his strong point and in a race where the market will be very informative for the winner we return to Diktatit who looks a value bet.

3:00 Nick Edge 50th Birthday Handicap Hurdle

Granite Man gets the vote here with Present Oriented and Leadaway rating the main dangers. The selection won well last time out when beating Earnest and although he has a penalty for that win he looks a progressive type and under conditions that suit he is taken to defy the handicapper. Present Oriented rates the main danger he won well last time when beating Lunar Sovereign but this looks more competitive and his overall profile leaves him with a little to find. Leadaway is another that could go well on his latest second behind I'm Your Man but that form has since been let down and he is passed over for that reason. Court One goers well at the track and should be noted in the market but he looks weighted up to his best. Of the remainder Heaversham is game and consistent and is sure to run his race but he is hard to win with and with this in mind for the winner we return to Granite Man.

3:35 Weatherbys Bank Handicap Chase

Nocatee gets the vote here with Galtee View and Be The Tops rating the main dangers. The selection was a fair third behind Lazy But Lively last time out, that form looks rock solid, he goes well on the ground and looks the value bet in an open affair. Galtee View rates the main danger on his best form but he gave the impression the handicapper had caught with him and for that he is opposed. Be The Tops is another with place claims on his best form but he has failed to complete the course in two of his last three runs so can not be put forward with any confidence. Mocharamor is game and consistent and is sure to run his race but he is hard to win with while Renvyle has dropped to a handy mark and could go well at a price but for the winner we return to Nocatee.

4:10 E.b.f. Cartmel Priory School Leavers Beginners' Chase

Ton-Chee, Lord Jay Jay and Hugs Destiny look the three to concentrate on in the beginners chase and the vote is given to Ton-Chee. The selection was disappointing last time out but prior to that he was a fair second behind Return Home, that form looks rock solid in the context of this race and he need only turn up to that mark to score. Lord Jay Jay rates the main danger on his latest fourth behind General Grey but all his best form is over a longer trip and for that reason he is opposed. Hugs Destiny was a fair third behind Lodgician last time and is another that could go well but this looks more competitive and his overall profile leaves him with a little to find. Of the remainder Amid The Chaos could improve for the fitting of first timer cheek pieces and a tongue tie but Ton-Chee sets a fair standard and he will be hard to beat.

4:40 Frank Whittle Partnership Maiden Hurdle

It's A Roofer, Taras Knight and King's Crest are three against the field in a trappy maiden hurdle and the vote is given to It's A Roofer. The selection was a fair second behind Ken's Dream last time out, that form looks rock solid in the context of this race and under conditions that suit he is taken to score. Taras Knight rates the main danger on his latest third behind Present Oriented but he looks a short runner and is opposed for that reason. King's Crest has been in fair form on the flat of late and should be noted in the market. Of the remainder Pearsons Glen looks on a handy mark and could go well at a price but ion a race where stakes should be kept to a minimum for the winner we return to It's A Roofer.

5:15 John Treasure's 59th Racecourse Novices' Hurdle

Mt Desert gets the confident vote tom win the finale with Greenfort Brave and Red Scally and rating the main dangers. The selection was a fair third in a better race behind Brads House last time out, that form looks rock solid in the context of this race and with this sharper track also in his favour he is impossible to oppose. Greenfort Brave rates the main danger on his latest sixth behind Granite Man but he remains a maiden after 20 attempts so can not be put forward with any confidence. Red Scally is another worthy of respect on his latest second behind Baton Belle in a bumper he is sure to have been well schooled for this his hurdling debut but the suspicion is he will be seen to better effect over longer trip. Of the remainder Oakendale is unexposed and should be noted in the market but for the winner we return to Mt Desert who will be hard to beat.

[pjo-supremacy]

And So They All Died

Percy could hardly remember what happened that day, all he knew was that they deserved what had happened and that he didn’t regret any of his actions. It had already been roughly 40 hours since the death time of his beloved Annabeth.

17 of August 2009 The day started when Thalia woke him up and told him that the war had started. He had to prepare and look for Annabeth, he ran into some problems in his way towards ground zero aka “the first building they could find.” When he and Thalia arrived, they saw Annabeth and the Clarise making the war strategies so that they could find the best way to win with ought losing campers. After they got ready for battle, they marched out the building with every intention of battling and coming out alive with victory. When they arrived to the bridge that connected their part of Manhattan with the opponent’s side, he saw non other than Ethan Nakamura an ex-camper that turned to Luke’s side after his mother didn’t claim him and proceeded to lose his left eye after his meeting with her went wrong. When the battle started, they fought for what felt like days until the Percy´s worst nightmare came true. He was seeing everything in slow motion, he saw the exact moment when Ethan´s blade collided with Annabeth’s lower back, the blade was supposed to hit him but she got in front of her. In that moment he felt his heart break in a million pieces, all he could think about was how could the fates let this happen, this couldn’t be how things ended for her. His love for Annabeth ran deeper than anything and now that she was there laying dead in a puddle of her own blood and sweat, he finally realized that what he felt for her was not only admiration but also love. After he was finished with Ethan and the rest of Kronos followers, he took a moment to think about his next movement. In those moments he understood the anger of Luke Castellan toward the gods, he now could even relate to his anger. So, he decided that if he had to pay with his loved ones, the gods would now pay with their lives. The rest of the events of the day went by quickly. The trip to the Empire state and the time in the elevator to arrive to Olympus went by too quick. When he arrived to the throne room his fight with Luke started. It went smoother than expected, he decided to wait there until the gods were finished with Typhoon. He had the perfect plan he would wait until the gods arrived tiered and drained so that it was easier to end them all. And so, he waited, while he waited, he managed to convince other minor gods that were in Olympus to help him and so when they arrived several hours later, he was ready to take them down and go down fighting. Since the gods were tired the fight was much easier. He discovered new powers and ways to make the gods pay along the way. It took everything he had and more but with the help from a few angry minor gods he managed to defeat the main gods. The fight lasted hours but, in the end, it was all worth it, the pain, all the harsh, hurtful, and obscene words the gods yelled and all the things that he yelled back. When the fight ended, he was covered in blood, sweat, monster dust, and especially the gold and shiny ichor that the gods bleed, he later noticed that the people that were priorly asleep were now wide awake and that they could see the corps of the dead demigods in the streets.

18 of August 2009 It took Percy almost 3 hours to get to his mother’s hose, all he wanted to do was cheek if his mother was ok. That was all he needed, to make sure that his mom and his step dad were ok and safe. When he arrived his mom started to question him about what had happened, after he info dumped her about the last 37 hours of his life, he went to take a bath. After his refreshing bath and some food, he dressed in his finest suit, took some mortal money and about 50 drachmas, after saying his good bays to his unsuspecting mother and step father he made his way to the small cliff in which he went test driving with Rachel and Paul´s car most weekends. It was also the place where Charles Bakendorf had gone to get him for their quest at the princes Andromeda ship in which Charles had sacrificed himself to get Percy out of the ship. When he arrived to the cliff the sun was joust setting making a beautiful background. He proceeded to take out his sword Anaklusmus and when he had it in his hands, he drove it throw his Achilles heel, witch funnily enough was his lower back. As he fell to floor and died, he saw the beautiful picture that the sunset and the sea created. He always thought he would die like a hero, die fighting but the way he died ended up being joust like Romeo and Juliet, he ended up ding it joust so he could be reunited one and far all with his beloved Annabeth in the underworld were they would live their after life together in a nice little house in Elysium.

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My Writblr Presents: My First Post

I'm thinking about joining the writblr community! Here are a few things I am writing and things about me! Please tell me if you'd like to know more about any of these and I'll answer! I'll also be asking about your works in return! Name: Inks Deets: 31, Aro/Ace/Agender Hobbies: Writing, drawing, playing the piano

Curent WIPS:

The Tales of Dai-Nē (Current Word Count: 346,986)

Curiosity Killed the Elf (Current Word Count: 40,064)

Love Triangle Gone Wrong (Current Word Count: 9,654)

About Me: Will follow back those writblrs that follow me! Writing is literally my happy place, and I love plotting, creating characters, coming up with dialogue, as well as bouncing ideas around with other writers to help them get unstuck from whatever is blocking them. So if you are stuck or need a plot or intro scene idea, tell me about your world and characters and I'll help you cook something up!

ABOUT MY WORKS:

The Dai-Nē Series:

Book 1: The Mark of Dai-Nē (written)

Three teens follow an elf into a world of magic and chaos to discover a secret about themselves that will change them forever. Across the world, twin detectives discover that the veil between the worlds is deteriorating and that a lost race needs saving before they cause the worlds to collide. Left behind when Merlin separated the two worlds, the lost race threaten to claw their way through the veil to escape their fate, even if it means devouring everything and everyone in their way.

Book 2: Forbidden Secrets (written)

Being trained by the very people they mistrust the Dai-Nē work together to discover what the Council is hiding, only to find more secrets. There's a mysterious phoenix that has been trying to contact them to tell them the truth, but when they find out the phoenix the last of their kind, will the Dai-Nē be able to find them before they are eradicated once and for all? And will the twins be able to trust the Dai-Nē to ask for their help in saving the veil or will they have to take matters into their own hands?

Book 3: The Fall of the Veil (written)

Forced to trust one another again, the Dai-Nē need to find out how to fix the veil before it completely collapses. But finding all the pieces to the puzzle may prove more difficult than they expected. There's another Dai-Nē out there and worse than that, some magical creatures are on the wrong side of the veil! Will the Di-Ne survive the wrath of the Lost Race or will the Fae take things into their own hands and free Morgan Le Fae once and for all?

Book 4: The Rise of the Phoenix (written)

Unable to cope with the loss of her friends, Tursanay has to relive the worst time in her life all over again whilst still trying to save the world. Meanwhile the lost children are the only means to save the veil, but they themselves don't know their part to play. Will Tursanay be able to do what her friends could not and save the veil with the help of the Lost Ones? Or will she die trying along side them?

OTHER WIPs ON THE BACKBURNERCuriosity Killed the Elf:

There's nothing quite like Allonwë's sense of mischief. From setting the Captain of the Guard's eyebrows on fire, to driving her body guard insane trying to keep up with her antics, this princess knows how to keep things interesting. But when she bites off more than she can chew by finding a shiny bracelet in a secret room guarded by a haunted suit of armor, things start to get complicated. Only finding out that it's actually a weapon of mass destruction AFTER she barters the bracelet off to some random travelers that are more than what they seem, Allonwë and her body guard Natanael have to scramble to get the bracelet back at all cost before her parents realize she's missing!

Love Triangle Gone Wrong:

Being a pansexual werecat isn't all it's chalked up to be especially when being diabetic makes you have to shift in the middle of work. But Ethan makes it work. Until he's forced to imprint on someone who is married and about to have a kid. THAT'S the worst. At least he isn't like Lucien who was cursed by a witch to turn into a werewolf at night (except on a New Moon). Until that is Lucien imprints on Ethan's Imprintee too! What?! Now they have to figure out who's going to win the girl's heart whilst fighting each other. But what they don't know about Hope is that she has a few secrets of her own. One being the fact she's Aro Ace and not in the market for a relationship. But how does that work? Isn't she already in a relationship? Find out how this mess solves itself as the pages unfold their story!

[jerzwriter]

Since DTI is coming to an end. I wanted to ask some questions, like a ✨end of the series interview ✨

Which chapter outta the entire series was you’re favorite?

Which chapter was the most stressful to write? (Even though , I’m pretty sure all of them would be)

Which chapter made you the most emotional?

What are some of the songs that inspired the DTI series?

And which chapter was you most scared to publish?

✨✨ @animesuck3r I was SO EXCITED to get this! ✨✨

Now, you've read the series, so you know being short isn't my strong suit lol, but I'll do my best! :) But, you're getting multiple answers for most of them. lol

1) Which chapter was my favorite:

I have a few, for different reasons.

Chapter 6 - Because I was really happy with the way Tobias confessing his feelings for Casey to Bryce turned out. Some of the wording just hit and when my friend said I warmed even her cold heart, I knew I did well. lol I also love the bromance between Bryce and Tobias in this (and other) chapters.

Chapter 13 - Yes... that chapter. The Ethan/Casey breakup It hurt like HELL but I was really proud that I was able to evoke the emotions I wanted to. It felt raw, but it needed to.

Chapter 18 - The Girls Night Out - Tobias FREAKING out because he didn't think his surprise out too well - him WIGGING out about it to Bryce - Casey coming home drunk and making an ass out of herself and Tobias teasing her mercilessly about it - VIVIAN was introduced (that is the #1 reason this is a favorite) - and the scene where Tobias tricks Casey and she mortified herself in front of his mother. I loved this chapter!

Chapter 22A - I loved Chapter 22A & B - B was more romantic, but I think the part I liked most about this was the dance at the Holiday Party. I was just really pleased with how it turned out. But 22B was a close runner-up!

2) Which chapter was most stressful to write?

Chapter 4 - Mostly because it was the first time I ever wrote smut and I nearly had a nervous breakdown hitting "post". Seriously, I was sweating lol

Chapter 13 - It gutted me. It was the first time I wrote anything this painful, and it really impacted me.

Chapter 34 - This was just beginning to end angst, and there was not one person who was spared pain in this chapter. Even Sonia - who is usually a bright spot - was too worried to provide much light. This one hurt.

3) Which chapter made me the most emotional?

Chapter 11 - Watching Ethan devolve from a grown man to a little boy who was abandoned again, him lashing out at the 2 people who loved him most, Casey taking the train home alone when he banishes her, Tobias being there to pick up the pieces, knowing how much he loves her and can't say a word... offfhhh.

Chapter 13 - The lead-up where Casey is returning to the apartment and believing she can make things better, and we know what's awaiting her. Ethan's mind lying to him and him believing it. The breakup... "You need to get over me because I already have (gotten over you)" I mean, I know they're fictional, but that HURT. And when Casey left the apartment and kept thinking he would follow her. Then the realization hits... he's not. This was painful.

Chapter 22B - I'm a romantic... jaded, but a romantic nevertheless... at heart. Seeing Casey and Tobias come to fruition was very emotional. When he realized she knew, her being the first to say it after how long he loved her... I got goosebumps.

Chapter 34 - Again, it killed me. Casey's pain. The moment Ethan realized he was loved. Tobias running to be with the two people he loves the most... and hearing Casey's words. You could feel his world shatter. Then their break up at the end. I felt anguished for both of them, all while we're not sure if Ethan is going to survive. Do you see why I needed some time after... lol

4) What are some songs that inspired Delaying the Inevitable?

I have a playlist for Delaying the Inevitable, I'll share the link below. But certain songs really stick out, and there are a few that I don't think I'll ever be able to hear without associating it with this story.

Not In That Way - Sam Smith - This just captured the way Tobias felt about Casey in the beginning, the unrequited love is just captured so beautifully here.

Half a Man - Dean Lewis and The Scientist - Coldplay - Both remind me of Ethan.. half a man after the breakup when he knows how broken he is, but he can't help himself. The Scientist reminds me of the aftermath when he knows he made a mistake, but it may be too late.

She Used to Be Mine - Sara Bareilles (Waitress) - Hear me out - this isn't ENTIRELY Casey if you listen to the lyrics... but the essence is. About someone who has been through a lot and looks back and wonders how it got there.

Now... the biggies.... these songs will forever take me back to this series:

Break My Heart Again - Finneas - In this fic we assume Ethan left for the Amazon without telling Casey and it broke her heart; she gave him another chance and he broke her heart even harder. Also, Louise left Ethan at 12 and stole his childhood, then she came back and he felt whole, and she left again and she destroyed him. "It must be nice to love someone who lets you break them twice." Other lines in the song that just resonate with the story "Are you the definition of insanity, or am I?" and "Don't pretend that I'm the instigator, you were the one but you were born to say goodbye." PAIN.

To Make You Feel My Love - Adele - This is forever Tobias & Casey's song. Not in their HC (though it fits there too) but in this series. I can't put significant lyrics because the entire song is really the way Tobias felt for Casey. He was so desperately in love with her, she was his unattainable friend who was in love with his other friend, but he would do anything for her. Seriously, if you don't know the lyrics, check them out... "there's nothing that I wouldn't do, to make you feel my love."

Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe & Finneas - So many people think this is a traditional love song - and that drives me insane - it's a sad love song. It's I have loved and lost, and I'm glad it happened, but it's over. And, as beautiful as that can be, it's also the most gut-wrenching human emotion. This is Chapter 34. Casey & Ethan, Casey & Tobias, it captures them both. Each were relationships that appeared destined for forever, until they weren't.

And if the sky falls from heaven above Oh, I know I had the best time falling into love We've been living on a fault line And for a while, you were all mine I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'Til forever falls apart

So this is it, that's how it ends I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends And I'm not sorry for myself I wouldn't wanna spend a minute loving anybody else

I loved love you so much. I wanted it to work. It's over... but I'm forever happy that it happened. (Tissues please.)

Last, but not least:

For Good - Kristen Chenowith and Idina Menzel (Wicked)

This is Chapter 35. I won't speak about it now since the chapter is not out yet, but... yeah.

The DTI Playlist can be found at the bottom of this post. Different songs were selected for different reasons, but each one helped in the process.

5) Which chapter was I most scared to publish?

Chapter 1 - because I had never written fanfic before and I was terrified to do post it.

Chapter 4 - first time I ever wrote smut - and I wanted to die. lol

Chapter 13 - Because it was PAINFUL and I was worried about getting major hate (and I did) from the Ethan or die fans.

Chapter 22 B - Because I was worried about getting major hate (and I did) from the Ethan or die fans.

Chapter 34 - Because it HURT.

But.... none scare me more than Chapter 35. BUT since I'm more used to this now, I am more prepared. I know that, in the end, the person who has to be happiest with the story is me. :) So that makes it easier.

@animesuck3r thank you SO much for this. Seriously, you touched my heart! And here is the playlist if you ever want to listen.

Thank you for being so supportive throughout this series, you have no idea how much it has meant to me!

[anxious-little-faicye]

CAMP UNUS ANNUS SAFETY RULES!

Rule #1 - Always remember the BS (Buddy System).

Rule #2 - When confronted by a bear (depending on the type of bear), confront it back and make lots of noises. But keep in mind, only do that for Black Bears.

Rule #3 - Bears can't get through the polyurethane of a tent. Plastic repels nature, since it's not of this world.

Rule #4 - The forest doesn't give a damn about you. Arrogance will get you nowhere.

Rule #5 - If you're stuck in a tree alone and two people happen to come across you, they are buddies. Don't just assume because another human life is nearby that they're obligated to help you.

Rule #6 - You help those in need though.

Rule #7 - Communication is key.

Rule #8 - Look, scan, observe, react, run.

How to survive a bear attack:

Rule #9 / Step Number 1 - Evaluate, determine which type of bear it is that it's attacking you.

Rule #10 - If the bear grunts twice it's a Grizzly, if it grunts three times then it's a Polar Bear.

Rule #11 - When dealing with Polar Bears, the biggest thing you want to do is make sure that you're covered head to doe, with as much armor as possible (sleeping bags work just fine).

Rule #12 / Step Number 2 - Try to maintain silence, maybe it'll go away on it's own.

Rule #13 / Step Number 3 - If step 2 fails, abandon all coverage plans, because clearly it's not going to work. However, you don't need to worry, because your tent is safe as long as the bear doesn't claim it as it's own by attracting other bears as competition.

Rule #14 - It is very important that when you go shopping for your tent (or you're finding your tent), you get one that's strong, triple layer made of the highest quality material.

Rule #15 - If the bear attacks with a gun, make sure you cover all of the important parts of your body. The smaller the target the harder it is for a bear to get you.

Rule #16 / Step Number 4 - This is an emergency step, you would never do this unless you were in a extremely dangerous situation... just run. With the help of your buddy (don't forget the buddy system!) you will roll the tent from the inside away from the bear.

Rule #17 - It's important to remember where your tent was when you pitched it.

Rule #18 - At this point the bear should be very intimidated by your skill and athleticism. It may think you and your buddy are now one large creature.

Rule #??? - RAGE, rage against the dying of the light...

Rule #19 - After all that escaping protocol, the bear should be gone by now. But in the case that it's not, just keep going rolling away in the tent.

Rule #20 - Bears are afraid of the sunlight, they can't handle it's intense heat.

Rule #21 / Step Number 5 - And finally, to escape the tent, you have to find it's weakest point and destroy it.

Rule #22 - Nature it's a dangerous place filled with evil, horrible monstrosities that are beautiful in their own way.

How to safely bury your friend:

Rule #23 - Carcasses can attract bears and other wildlife that are opportunistic scavenges.

Rule #24 - For this process you're going to need a shovel and a buddy.

Rule #25 - Don't forget the Buddy System (B.S) or you will DIE.

Rule #26 - The first thing you're going to do is search the area for a proper place for a burial. You want a place with some soft dirt, plenty of open space, and not too near to the campsite.

Rule #27 - Dig six feet down (at the least), so you can put their feet first, then head at the top.

Rule #28 - Your dead body will grow into the environment.

Author's Note: ... I don't trust counselors Mark and Ethan.

Rule #29 - B.D.S.B (Bearing Doesn't Stop Bears)

Rule #30 - You are also going to need a quality shovel that can break through. You want a sharpen blade and a good foot rest.

Rule #31 - Do not, under ANY circumstances, mention the Tactical Shovel to counselor Mark.

Rule #32 - When you're digging a grave you should bring water, remember to stay hydrated!

Rule #33 - You can only absorbe so much sweat you produce. After a while it gets unhealthy, because your body can't filter out the bad water that you produce.

Rule #34 - You piss out of your skin when you can't piss out of anywhere else. So if you drink that, but then you piss it out again, then it becomes Super Piss (and that's not good to consume). But if you drink that then it turns into Ultra Piss, which is very valuable but bad to ingest. It's also incredible dangerous because, while bees can smell fear, they can also see the vapors from the Ultra Piss. So, although rare and easy to sell to a high price, it would attract thousands of bees.

Rule #35 - B.E.C.W.U.B (Be Extra Careful With [the] Ultra B[P]iss)

Rule #36 - The forest is one of the most polluted places, you can't get a breath of fresh air.

Rule #37 - Your buddy is always a breath of fresh air. (Hey, please don't do what Mark and Ethan did on the video, COVID-19 is still a very, very real thing.)

Rule #38 - Once you are done digging the grave, lay the body on a fetal position. Remember to really support the spine.

Rule #39 - If you can, get a standing grave, it's great for the spine.

Rule #40 - You can feel more productive when you are standing.

Author's Note: ... I really, REALLY don't trust counselors Mark and Ethan. I knew that bacon tasted kinda odd-

Rule #41 - Now all that's left to do is lay your friend to rest.

Rule #42 - Now you can go ahead and say words of rememberness, a testament to their life.

Rule #43 - The truth is the nicest gift you can give anybody.

Rule #44 - If you listen closely when your friend is later rest, you can hear their soul whisper their final thoughts.

Rule #45 - Remember to hit counselor Mark with a stick for waking us up at 6 am using a pan.

Rule #46 - Team building is the most important part of being on a camp. Because you may have your buddy, but we are all a team.

Rule #47 - Trust is the very foundation of any team.

Rule #48 - At any moment your buddy can need you. You'll never know when a bear is going to strike, when a chipmunk is going to go rabid, when a raccoon is going to be sneaky. You've got to be prepared for anything. And above all, you need to be prepared to catch your buddy if they fall.

Rule #49 - When you're in the nature, you are going to be climbing on a lot of things. They may be slippery surfaces, you may be not sure of your footing. You've got to be prepared at any time to catch your buddy.

Rule #50 - The higher the fall the greater the trust. Anyone from your team could be falling at any moment, make sure to catch them.

Rule #51 - Trust counselors Mark and Ethan...?

Rule #52 - Your buddy can fall in any direction, you've got to be ready.

Rule #53 - With a trust fall you've got to trust your buddy, but you gotta trust yourself too.

Rule #54 - No better way to exhibit a team than to show your strength together (by making a human pyramid).

Rule #55 - Tug of War, classic team building from earliest man. Get a rope and you pull, but you've got to make two teams so you can compete and defeat their respective enemy (and they need to die).

Rule #56 - Don't forget, it's hot outside, so make sure you wear your sunscreen and drink plenty of water.

Rule #57 - Start in the middle (the knot needs to be in the middle), and whoever gets it to the point where the winner is obvious.... well, wins precisely.

Author's Note: UNUS! UNUS! UNUS! UN- oh, nevermind.

Rule #58 - The next most important part of team-building is sharing. Sharing with eachother is basically bonding. You learn from eachother, you have openness with eachother, and so on.

Rule #59 - The clue to win Three Legged Pace is coordination.

Rule #60 - It's always important when you go out outside to be prepared, and of course, bring water.

Rule #61 - Make sure to keep cool when you're in the wilderness, it is important for survival. And when you're done drinking water, you can play a little football with your friend using the leftover bottle.

Rule #62 - While playing Three Legged Egg Balance, remember to keep a steady "one-two" rhythm.

Rule #63 - FIRE IS NO JOKE. Don't play around with it.

Rule #64 - Knowing how to built a fire is one of the most important skills at Camp Unus Annus. With it you can cook your food, disinfect your water, clean your clothes, stay warm and call grandma.

Rule #65 - And if your grandparents are death, stare deeply into the fire until you see their face swim out of the flames.

Rule #66 - Fire is spelled F-I-R-T. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

Author's Note: Wait a second, are they not Camp Counselors?-

How to built a fire:

Rule #67 / Step Number 1 - Be aware of the current threat level for forest fires. Right now it's midnight. That's B, for Be aware.

Rule #68 / Step Number 2 - Kindling. Be aware, get kindling, find perfect stick (B.A.G.K.F.P.S)

Rule #69 (nice) - Remember, if you want to start a fire get your bag of piss.

Rule #70 / Last Step - Friction. The friction of the stick (zooming around in circles) against the friction of a wooden piece creates smoke signals. The smoke signals will travel to your candling and say "Hey, catch on fire." And in response it will sometimes go "Okay" in an umberwear farm. The umbers are what leads to the fire in an it case of a FIRE. Very important.

Rule #71 - Always have a fire extinguisher (preferably water) just in case something goes wrong.

Rule #72 - Put your prefect stick on your wood base and start rubbing said stick against it.

Rule #73 - Gently blow the base after rubbing the stick, fire needs oxygen to grow.

Rule #74 - If you manage to make a hole through the base, leave the stick there and start spinning it. With the power of insertion, if you get it going fast enough, flames should ignite.

Rule #75 - Fire needs to be seduced.

Rule #76 - To produce the flames you need to sin.

Rule #77 - Satan knows.

Rule #78 - For the love of God, keep counselor Mark away from sharp objects.

Author's Note: ... Does anyone else see the weird man dressed in a black suit outside or it's just me...?

Rule #79 - No matter what goals you may have in life, a little bit of hard work, a little bit of determination, a bit of luck gets you anywhere.

Author's note: Yay escape room! I love those!

Rule #80 - Beware of counselor Evan throwing things at the tents.

Rule #81 - On daytime the bats are squirrels, but on nighttime they are vampires. For this reason you shouldn't be around bats, or they will suck your blood.

Rule #82 - Counselor Mark really loves riddles.

Rule #83 - Stay six feet away from the trees to avoid being attacked by a squirrel.

Rule #84 - The most dangerous things about the deers are their antlers and hooves.

Rule #85 - To survive the snakes you need to: Look, Observe, Scan, React, Run (L.O.S.R.R)

Author's Note: Counselor Ethan is fucking smart, fight me. Also, shout out to counselor Amy because not once have I mentioned her and she's amazing.

Rule #86 - Run away from Mark. JUST RUN.

Rule #87 - Tragically, counselor Mark has turned into the beast called Neanderthalensis Marconius, also known as HeeHoo.

Rule #88 - HeeHoo feeds himself with wild Takis, roaming around the woods butt naked and in solitude...

Rule #89 - If you wish to communicate with the HeeHoo, there are sounds he will react to: Unus Annus.

(And here it is, after nights of work I present to you the -not so official- Unus Annus Rule Manual! This has been a blast, I am so glad I could finally finish it. Camp Unus Annus was absolutely amazing in every sense of the word, thanks Mark, Ethan, Amy and Evan for the experience!)

@tiny-crecher (I am SO sorry-)

@markiplier @crankgameplays

[gone-to-oregone]

FINALLY getting to watch Yellow Jacket

SPOILERS AHEAD

-the intro, iconic

-I LOVE the Yellow Jacket music video, Mariah and Angela did a hell of a job

-I like Lauren as Hannah!

-oh fuck this, I hate saws

-JOEY IS ETHAN IM LIVING

-THE MEAN GIRLS REFERENCE LANGS YOURE ICONIC

-Lauren continuing to be iconic, making herself cry on commend

-Eddie is EVERYTHING I hate him and I love that I hate him

-Lauren in the WIG for the test lady, I

-I do a stupid voice for my sister, and I named him Pizza Pete after the series. I love that Curt’s Eddie voice is similar, albeit mine sounds more like a mix of him and Wiley during the Wiggly jingle

-Jeff in a suit!! Looks great!! 🥰

-JON 😆 “small hooded figure” he says about the tallest Starkid actor

-good GOD Bryce looks hot

-Curt did the fire effects! Don’t they look great?? Everyone say thank you, Curt

- “a matter of time”

-the fact that I own her sunglasses-

-also the fact that I know that this is going to go so bad-

-HOLY FUCK ANGELA

-we caught you a Poke-mans!

-oh no she’s gonna feel bad that “it’s her fault” again 😭

-Daniel beloved 🥺

-NOT A BENJI REFERENCE

- “that was the first time any kid said it was nice to meet her” 🥺

-oh no, I hate this already-

-Chiplucky… not “chip lucky”… “chi- plucky”

-Nevermind I hate Eddie, promoting underaged drinking /hj

- “killer sting”… oh no

-Say it with me, darling, Lauren has the range

-Hannah is Carrie confirmed. This scene is just reverse Carrie

-“I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead”

-OKAY FUCK THAT POKEY MASK. FUCK THE POKEY MASK, FUCK THE POKEY MASK

-“sorry. I need to hit you now.”

- “the room shook, and I peed everywhere!”

-oh god, Use It or Lose It is a threat from Pokey, huh? Making these kids live with so much “fun” with their powers, then like “if you don’t come back, you’ll lose them and then we’ll kill you”

-this video is FIRE tho, JLB in the black light??? Hello???

- “Gotta go sell those drugs”

-SHERMAN BELOVED

-MATT IS THAT FOOT ON THE GAS-

-the fuckin STONKS

-oh god a water bed, is she gonna have a dream she’s drowning

- “are you happy, Lexi?” 🥺🥺🥺

-MISS ALEXANDRA PLS

- “you make me smile” 🥺

-BECAUSE WEBBY USED TO BE- LEX WITCH CONFIRMED-

-god DAMN Angela in this light looks sick

-FUCK THE EYES FOR POKEY, FUCK THE EYES FOR POKEY

-Charlie did NOT just call Pokey “kiddo”

-I know he’s not getting her- me remembering that this ends up sad-

-“what about a skull and crossbones” Ethan, I-

-SO BACK IT UP, BITCH

-Angela in this lighting FUCKS

-I KNOW Lex isn’t completely falling for the stonks bit-

-“we’ll talk about it later” probably not, not if you’re dead-

-I! Hate! The Pokey mask!

-OOF I like the callback to “I’m going to eat you, Han-nah!”

-“get your nose out of my ass, it’s uncomfortable”

-Hannah nooooo not a hundred million, you’re gonna die bb

- “if he’s let out…” just let it out…

-rip Webby

-I wanna know how Charles got CONTROL over Pokey

-the Guy theme, Matt you genius

-yep, Hannah’s totally safe :))

-“one singular voice” and I know it’s a singular voice, Paul

- “Lexi” 🥺

-oh god, Pokey dolls- he won-

-Well, Pokey’s doing better than Wiggly. The Wiggly dolls didn’t move

-your apotheosis will be upon you at any moment

-Webby went to Lex 🥺

-I would like to punch Charles in the face

- “the bloody nosed boy” give him a NAME

-rip to Hannah-

-fuck yeah, Lex!

-FUCK YEAH ETHAN

-me remembering Curt promised this was sad, and me knowing that there’s still 15 minutes-

-Awee, Ethan 🥺

-yep, there it is, oh look, there’s tears in my eyes

-not the faucet 🥺

-“all the pieces are connected” Where’s Tazzy, they need to figure this out

-me feeling like the Miss Holloway making her new identity the year Hannah was born is confirmed

-fuck Curt was right this is fucking s a d. He mentioned he and Kim both cried about this episode a few times

The closeups of the smiles I fucking can’t, I love these nerds so much, look at this incredible thing they did, you guys. I’m not sobbing at 3 am you are.

Also! VHSCC ad!!