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fictionfixations · 3 months

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im BACk at the wuthering waving

ngl i really want to join scar he seems very interesting (unfortunately we dont have that choice. no but IMAGINE a game like this but choices we make matter. like like yknow uhh. i mean the only one i can think of rn is like. detroit become human, which has a bunch of branching paths. so like imagine a choice can lead to a wildly different outcome. and so like. we can choose to trust scar or something. IMAGINE. i mean that'd probably go into spoiler-y territory considering idk one side might say something, the other might say something contradictory. or like something that players on a different path dont learn so its complicated. and also probably very hard to actually do. but i just. really adore games like that ngl)

yes i havent even made it to 1.1 yet LMFAO

anyway i dont know what they did but oh my god its so much less laggier (the only thing of note is that im stuck in the loading screens for longer. but i mean honestly i have other things i can do in the meantime while waiting so its not a big deal)

like. i can. actually go through cutscenes and its not just slideshow bullshit that i have to go watch someone else go through it for the cutscene (you know the cutscene where we see general jiyan(?) fighting while we're like nowhere near him? there was so much delay cause it was struggling to shift to jiyan cause it was showing the other stuff with i think the tacet discords? instead so the voices were playing and im just sat here like wtf is going on i dont even see yall what are you doing)

and and i can actually fight and know that my failings are not that its lagging me so i cant dodge. its just that im bad at dodging LOL

also i cant remember but im pretty sure you cant dodge by jumping i think youre meant to dash from it but uhm

i briefly played the solo leveling game so i keep pressing space to either start sprinting or to dodge an attack. which. its kinda funny cause i find myself pressing space playing hsr which is a game you cannot jump in. man, the confusion of playing games with different buttons for actions so when you switch to another you press the wrong button. funniest shit ever ngl (i remember i played genshin and like this one roblox game. decaying winter. and. so they had different buttons for picking up stuff, cant remember which one was e or f. but so. i press the pick up for genshin button out of habit. and then it causes me to place down a bomb LMFAO. i cant pick it up. and if i press f again [its more if i hold it but still] it explodes so i have to pray i didnt spam it, or pray that i didnt accidentally stick it on me because that can happen haha. ..or even that i didnt stick it on a teammate on accident cause friendly fire is a thing)

i feel spoiled though cause hsr and solo leveling have auto so i can just chime in occasionally while something else fights for me. but its like. games like wuwa and genshin (and solo leveling because even with auto i control me. i just have it on because i tend to forget to use like the skills) you have to spam attack. so my hand hates me LMFAO (me typing all this out doesnt help either but uhm i dont know the meaning of giving my hands a break)

anyway pulling plans: Jinhsi, Scar (hopefully), and Camellya..? i think? the the the flower person who called us a seed LMFAO (i keep wanting to think of her as phantylia because for whatever reason the name 'camellya' is hard to remember so uh if i ever misspell..)

also another thing of note. it kinda keeps tripping me up when the dialogue advances without auto. i mean it makes sense cause its going through it along with the character's movement so its not like they can just stop them from moving waiting for you to go to the next dialogue box

but sometimes im doing other stuff and listening to the dialogue but im going to go back to read it because a mix of voiced dialogue and reading the dialogue myself helps me remember best

but uh i get distracted. very easily. so sometimes i need to reread it multiple times to get it to stick, so i kind of wished wuwa had like a log that you could check to go back through peoples dialogue during the actual convo.

genuinely cant remember if its been like that in 1.0 but to be fair theres only so much room (and its still readable anyway)

i wanted to try speedrunning to act 7 (tbh i dont think im even at a high enough like union level(? i think thats what its called) to go through most of the story) but ive underestimated how tired id be

its probably so pixel-y im sorry its cause i dont play full screen so its all smaller-ized (and probably because im playing on the lowest graphics)

but like im sorry jinhsi its just. scar. is. so. cool. AGHHHh

off topic but it always bothers me how in slowed down scenes like this or where characters are in a sort of stasis where they're doing an action but its slowed down for whichever reason (you can see it in anime a bunch) and the character talks a shit ton and im just sat here like how are you speaking that much in this time frame what ???

like the card cant be moving THAT slow can it?? or if so couldnt someone just strike it down before it hits or something?? maybe i shouldnt be trying to apply logic to this. or maybe it is possible and im just very tired so i cant think straight idk

now this is in no way a complaint (i do like this scene) im just nitpicky and have never had the opportunity to express my thoughts about things like this ngl

anyway uh. upside to wuwa in case this turned out to be a very negative post (in which oops)

its never . i. cant recall the terminology. you know when too much is running and your laptop just turns everything off abruptly?

its never done that solo leveling has (and now i never play it without a fan) hsr has but only when ive put it at high graphics cause i wanted to experience it if genshin has, i genuinely cant remember

i cant read roman numerals except 123 idk what act this is but wooo im stopping here now

#wuthering waves #wuwa #thoughts #i get so off topic #what do you expect its like 3 am

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rachiekiszka · 2 years

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Christmas Traditions

You take Jake up to your family cabin for Christmas and he offers to read to you.

Jake Kiszka x Female reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ explicit content, unprotected sex, fingering, a *hint* of cockwarming

You loved spending Christmas at your family cabin on the lake. You had been going every year since you could remember. The small town of Kewadin, Michigan sat just about as far north as you could get in the lower peninsula, about an hour outside of the nearest city. The town was small and quiet in the summer, but in the winter it was downright deserted. Very few of its residents lived here year round, with the majority of houses being summer homes on Lake Michigan. One year when you were young your family decided it would be interesting to see what it was like in the winter. Snow on the ground, the bay practically freezing over on the coldest days, a fire roaring in the fireplace, card games all day, skiing in Boyne City. This was how you spent your winter breaks. You and your family in your own little world.

This year would be different though. This year was the first year you were taking your boyfriend Jake to your family Christmas. You weren't sure why you were nervous. You knew Jake liked your family and they liked him. He would fit in just fine. But it would be a change from your usual traditions.

The two of you were flying out earlier than the rest of your family, so you would have a few days to yourself in the cabin. You flew through the Detroit airport and picked up a rental car, stopping to see his family in Frankenmuth before making the rest of the 4 hour drive up to Kewadin. You offered to drive, knowing the backroads closer to the cabin might get confusing, but Jake insisted. Against your better judgement, you fell asleep. You woke up several hours later as Jake gently shook you, the car pulled over on the side of route 31.

“Okay, so I may have gotten a little lost” Jake looked at you with a sheepish smile.

You shook your head, smiling, and took a look around, trying to figure out how far away you were. You noticed the sign for the maple syrup farm to your left, cluing you in to the fact that you hadn’t passed the turnoff onto Quarterline just yet.

“I'll take over now, we’re close, but these next few turns are easy to miss.”

Before long you were pulling into the frozen gravel driveway of 4398 Juniper Drive. You were greeted with the same faded red paint on the one story house. The screen door screeched open as you and Jake pushed through with your bags. You grabbed the spare key from the hook hidden on the back of the porch chair, unlocking the front door. You showed Jake around the cabin. The small kitchen without a dishwasher, the big dining table that was often covered in puzzles, the path down to the lake. He took it all in, listening to you recount stories of years past. He paused in the hallway, looking at all of your family photos along the wall.

“Is this you?” He laughed, pointing to the worst picture of you in existence. You were 11 years old, wearing your headgear and a nightgown. This was in fact the only picture to exist of you wearing headgear, and had made the family photo wall as more of a joke than anything else.

“Oh my god, don’t look at that!” you laughed covering the picture with both hands.

“Oh no, let me see!” Jake tried to move your hands, a shit eating grin on his face. When you wouldn't budge, he reached his hands down to your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You squealed, writhing under his touch and immediately moving your hands in hopes of stopping him.

“Aww look at you,” Jake smiled, now able to see the full picture “Adorable as ever.”

“You don’t play fair!” you pouted, leaning back into his chest. His hands now rested comfortably around your waist. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple, gently swaying you side to side.

“So, why don’t you go give me a tour of the bedroom?” Jake spun you around to face him, pulling you in for a kiss. You pulled away, placing your hand on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat picking up at your touch.

“As much as I would love to explore the adventure that is sex in a bunk bed, we need to go grocery shopping.”

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The nearest grocery store was a small market about 20 minutes outside of town. You had considered not even bringing Jake with you because you knew exactly what you needed from the store and where to find it, but you knew he’d have nothing to do at the cabin without you, and you enjoyed his company even if he did slow you down.

You loaded the paper grocery bags into the trunk of the rental car as light snow fell around you. You could hear the faint sound of the Christmas radio station playing in the store as customers filed in and out.

“So what now?” Jake asked as you climbed into the driver’s seat, turning the heat on high as you rubbed your cold hands together.

“Well, usually at this point my family would pick up a pizza from the place next door and decorate the house for Christmas…” You trailed off, a slight twinge of sadness in your voice.

“But you want to wait for them to decorate the house, yeah?” Jake gave you a soft smile, placing his hand over yours on the center console. “Well, why don’t we pick up a pizza, just us. We’ll go back and light a fire, and do something else to get us in the Christmas spirit?”

You grinned, nodding.

After a short wait, you were on the way home with your pizza and your groceries. Jake had hooked his phone up to the car and was playing Christmas music, singing along wholeheartedly. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you drove, your smile never leaving your face.

When you made it back to the cabin you quickly unloaded the groceries, putting away the things that needed to be kept cold. You and Jake were starving and you were ready to dig into that pizza. You opened the cupboard taking out two plates and two glasses, popping open the bottle of wine you had just bought.

Jake cringed, shaking his head as he watched you plop a few ice cubes into your glass, “Y/N you’re lucky I love you because under any other circumstances that would be a dealbreaker.”

“Hey! I like my wine cold, and seeing as we just bought this bottle,” You paused, holding the bottle up to his eye level, “It’s room temperature.. Yuck” you made a face, sticking out your tongue. Jake simply laughed in response.

You handed him his glass and a plate of pizza, taking your usual seat at the dining table. The sun had long since set, and it was pitch black outside, devoid even of stars in the snowy winter sky. But it was warm and comfortable in the cabin. Jake’s hand rested on your thigh beneath the table, his thumb tracing small circles against you. You met his eyes, taking a sip of your wine. Neither one of you said a word. Just finished your meal enjoying each other’s company.

Jake offered to get the fire started while you did the dishes. When you returned to the living room, he had a strong fire burning. He had found a few candles around the room and lit them as well. The blankets and pillows from the couch had been made into a little fort on the floor in front of the fireplace. Jake sat on one of the blankets, holding a worn copy of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.

“I promised we could do something to get us in the Christmas spirit, and I saw this on the bookshelf earlier,” he said, gesturing to the book, “Come sit with me, I’ll read it to you.”

“Jake,” you whispered, a soft smile forming on your lips “You didn’t have to”

“Come here darling” Jake patted the spot next to him on the blanket. You curled up next to him, placing your head in his lap.

Jake began reading, running his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as he went.

“One Christmas Eve, Scrooge, an old man, still sat busy in his office. The weather was cold, and he could hear the people in the street outside beating their hands upon their breasts and stamping their feet upon the pavement to keep warm. ‘A merry Christmas, Uncle ! ' cried a cheerful voice. It was Scrooge's nephew. ‘Bah ! ‘ said Scrooge. ‘Humbug!’ “

Jake had never read to you like this before, but it was nice. Intimate. His voice had a slight rasp to it, and you found it relaxing, although it also made your heart flutter. He made up little voices for each of the characters, occasionally peering down to gauge your reaction.

You stayed this way for a long time, as the fire began to die out in front of you. Jake never moved, never complained or shifted beneath you, just kept reading with your head in his lap, offering the occasional touch or squeeze to remind you he was thinking of you as he read.

As he reached the end of the chapter you sat up, stretching. Jake put the book in his lap, eyeing you up and down.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“I look disheveled and half asleep” you shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Jake however, Jake looked beautiful like this. The now low burning firelight danced across his skin giving him a soft orange glow. You leaned in and kissed him, softly, just barely dancing your tongue across his. He pulled you in closer, kissing you again, his hand finding its way into your hair.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” your faces rested millimeters from each other, foreheads pressed together.

“I think you should give me that tour of the bedroom now”

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You lay naked in the bottom bunk of your childhood room in the cabin, your legs spread for Jake. He had made short work of your clothes, hungrily pushing you down onto the mattress. He was bent over in the cramped space, unable to sit up fully. His left hand rested on your inner thigh, keeping you on display for him. With his right hand, he teased your entrance with one finger, making slow languid circles through your wetness avoiding where you wanted to be touched most. A frustrated moan escaped your lips as Jake just barely brushed over your clit.

“Impatient are we?” Jake teased, stopping his motions entirely.

You wiggled your hips, pouting.

“Please, Jake. Please!”

“Please what darling?”

“Please touch me”

Jake met your eyes as he plunged two fingers into you without warning, drawing a strangled cry from your lips.

“Fuck, Jake!”

His skilled fingers curled into you mercilessly, hitting you at just the right spot over and over again. Before long, you couldn’t focus on anything except Jake's hand between your legs, your thoughts scrambled as a string of profanities fell from your open mouth. You wished you could keep your eyes open in these moments to watch Jake, sweat beading on his forehead, mouth hung open, looking down at you, focused; but your eyes were screwed shut with pleasure.

Your legs began to shake as your orgasm began to build in earnest, fighting against Jake’s hold on your thigh, keeping your legs open.

“You can take it darling, come on, show me how good you are for me and cum all over these fingers”

Jake had no sooner finished his thought than you were clenching furiously around his fingers, your orgasm crashing into you at full speed. Your mouth hung open, wordlessly, unable to process the intense feeling.

Jake watched in awe as you came down from your high, licking his fingers clean from your wetness. He rose from the bed, undressing himself slowly. His throbbing erection springing free of his boxers, curving up onto his stomach. He stroked himself with his hand a few times, just watching you.

“Be careful” you cautioned as he positioned himself over you, fearing that he would hit his head on the low hanging bunk bed.

“Hmm, actually I have a better idea. '' He positioned himself on his side lying behind you, pulling your naked body against his. You could feel the warmth of his bare skin against yours, lighting your skin ablaze with need and anticipation. You felt Jake’s hand slide between your legs again, sliding a finger between your folds. “That's my angel,” he whispered against your ear, “always so ready for me.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, teasing your entrance. You couldn’t help but to shift your hips in response, chasing the desire to be full, to have him buried deep inside of you.

“Shhh” Jake stilled your hips with a firm hand, “We’re going to take this slow and sweet darling.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing into you tantalizingly slowly. Soft moans fell from both of your lips as you gave into the feeling. He paused deep within you as he bottomed out, your bodies pressed impossibly close together. His arm reached around you resting on your abdomen.

“You feel this here angel?” he pressed down lightly, “Feel me so deep inside of you?” You nodded quickly, placing your hand over his.

He began to move inside of you, slowly, drawing out the motion, heightening every sense in your body. His hand had made its way up to your breast, massaging it, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You could already feel your body working its way up to another orgasm.

Jake began increasing his speed. Bringing his hands back down to your hips to hold you in place as he began to thrust into you with more force. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as he drove into you, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the pleasurable feeling building between your legs.

“Don't hold back darling, I want to hear every noise that falls from those pretty lips while I'm buried in this tight, pink, cunt of yours.”

“Oh, God, Jake!” you cried out as he picked up his pace again, working his middle finger against your clit. You could feel the sweat forming between your bodies, his hot chest pressed to your back. You tried to focus on the two sensations overwhelming your senses. His throbbing cock repeatedly slammed into your g spot as his fingers worked quick tight circles over your clit. You felt your body stiffen involuntarily as you grew closer to the edge, whines and moans flowing freely from your lips.

“Relax for me darling, relax and let it go. I want to feel you cum again all over my cock.”

You willed your body to relax, letting your orgasm wash over you. Jake pulled you in tightly to his chest as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, soon following suit and releasing deep inside of you. You both stayed like that for a moment. You panting sweaty bodies pressed together as tightly as they could be, Jake’s cock softening inside of you. It felt warm, intimate.

Jake pressed a kiss to your temple as he pulled out of you, heading to the bathroom to grab a towel for you to clean up.

“I love you” Jake said as he wiped gently between your thighs.

“I love you, too”

You crawled under the covers, placing your head on Jake's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He traced small circles on your back absentmindedly. You don't remember when you fell asleep.

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You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Soon, Jake appeared with two mugs, handing one to you in bed. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a black sweater you had never seen on him before. It looked nice on him, hugged his body well… and had a little bow on the collar. That's when you realized he was wearing one of your sweaters. You chuckled to yourself, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Jake smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Interesting choice of outfits this morning”

“Ah, yeah, this.” he said, gesturing to your sweater. “I didn't want to wake you by opening the blinds but it was pretty dark in here when I woke up, I thought I pulled something out of my suitcase, but it turns out it was yours.”

You chuckled to yourself again, imagining him looking at the sweater in the light and deciding to put it on anyway.

“Mhm, and did you happen to notice the little bow on the front babe?”

Jake looked down at the sweater, eyebrows raised.

“No, actually. No I did not. But I must say I think I'm pulling it off, don't you?” He was laughing now too.

“Actually babe, I think you should keep it on, it looks nice on you.”

“So what’s on the agenda today?” Jake took a sip of his coffee, looking at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Not much, figured we could take a walk along the lake so you can actually see it all in the daylight. My family flies in tonight”

“Ok, well how about we start our morning with some breakfast, and I read some more of the book to you?”

“That sounds great babe” you smiled, getting out of bed and following him down the hall.

And that’s how you spent your morning. Curled up on the couch with breakfast and a cup of coffee while Jake read to you, your legs tangled together under the blankets. And just like that, you had made a new Christmas tradition, just the two of you.

#christmas smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fic #greta van smut #greta van fleet smut

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songforeddiemunson · 2 years

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Panic in Detroit 5

A Bartender!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fix-it fic series.

Series Summary: It's the year 1991. Reader is fleeing an unendurable life in an attempt to start anew. A dangerous man hunts her, and she finds herself in a seedy corner of Detroit, working in a dive bar under a false name. Unbeknownst to her, her whole world is about to be thrown into an even worse tailspin, further complicated by a mysterious and handsome bartender with a complicated past of his own.

Series Warnings: Angst, trauma; there will be references to past domestic violence but nothing explicitly described. Coarse language, stressful situations, eventual smut and fluff. Slow burn. Minors DNI. Reader's description is vague apart from being AFAB, in an attempt to remain inclusive.

**As always, if you like this, comments and reblogs are the lifeblood of any fic writer! Please let me know if you would like to be included in a taglist for this series.**

Chapter Five: Slow Burn

Chapter warnings: anxiety and coarse language, allusions to past trauma and abuse (not described) and yes, SMUT.

Important Note: in this AU, it should be noted that Eddie did not get injured by the demobats in the upside down. Everything else happened according to canon, but then El shut Vecna down and the bats dropped before they could attack Eddie.

Word count: ~5k

PART FOUR

Eddie was out of the car before Erica could even comment on the scene before them. Plumes of smoke billowed up into the early morning sky, and flames could be seen dancing in the interior of Tom’s Tavern, glimpsed through mostly-broken windows. His feet crunched on the thin layer of snow that had fallen overnight as he ran toward the blackened building at full speed.

“CASSIDY!” He bellowed in terror, and all reason had deserted him as he ran straight toward Tom’s front door.

“Dammit, Eddie,” Erica cursed as she unbuckled her seatbelt and exited her car to hurry after him.

“Whoa whoa,” a man in full firefighter’s garb stepped in front of Eddie, barring his access to the building. “You can’t go in there, man. What are you, nuts?”

Erica was able to take in her surroundings better than Eddie had. There were three fire trucks and an ambulance idling outside of the bar, lights flashing. Some hoses were pointed at the building in an attempt to knock down the flames, but the men were milling about with no particular sense of urgency.

“No, you don’t understand,” Eddie stammered, his voice wavering under the weight of his panic. “Cassidy, she….she might be in there!”

“Who’s Cassidy,” the firefighter said, with a tone one may use with an annoying fly.

“She…” Eddie began, and then simply broke off at a run toward the back door. “CASSIDY!” He continued to bellow as he ran around the building. “Oh god,” he whimpered shakily as he peered into one of the now broken windows, seeing only fire and darkness. He felt an old dread, a buried terror…something he had worked for five years to supress threatening to break through the surface of his psyche. “Fuck,” he whimpered. If I think about all that shit now, I’ll go crazy, he thought.

Eddie had reached the back door, which was left bizarrely unattended and was standing wide open. He peered inside for a moment, and stepped into the building. He was immediately assaulted by heat and smoke, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with his forearm. He could see nothing, only hear the crackling of the flames as they consumed everything in their path. “Cass– CASSIDY!” He attempted to shout, but his throat wanted to close to shut out the smoke, and it came out weak and strangled.

A hand on his arm dragged him roughly backward, back through the doorway.

“Have you lost your GODDAMN MIND?” Erica shrieked in his ear.

“She… I can’t see—” Eddie stammered before he doubled over, coughing.

“The only thing you’ll do by going in there is get yourself killed,” she hissed, and squeezed his arm even tighter for emphasis.

His wide, terrified eyes found hers, and his expression made Erica’s hold on her own emotions more tenuous.

“I don’t know where she is,” he said, and Erica wasn’t sure if the tears streaming down his face were from the smoke or his terror; perhaps a bit of both.

Eddie felt helpless, and it made him want to scream. He had decided years ago that to be helpless was the very worst thing; that it would be better to be hurt, terrified, or even dead. When he watched Vecna torturously murder people right in front of his eyes and was powerless to stop it. When he stood his ground as the demobats closed in on him, waiting for his own end before they mercifully dropped to the ground, seconds before tearing him to pieces. When he watched everyone in the town that hated him lose everything they had when the earth opened up and changed Hawkins forever; that was when he decided that he would never be helpless again. Yet, here he was, clinging to a girl who was a decade younger yet wise beyond her years. A sister-in-arms, a trusted confidante, and a close friend.

“Erica,” he said, and his broken voice was a knife to her heart. “Erica I don’t know what to do.”

“Eddie,” Erica said soothingly. “I know you’re freaking out, but did it ever occur to you to speak with someone before trying to run into a burning building?”

He blinked at her. “No.”

She sighed. “Deep breaths, Munson. Let’s go,” she said, taking him by the hand, and they headed toward the flashing lights.

Erica guided him around the building, and walked up to the first firefighter they saw.

“You guys shouldn’t be here,” the uniformed man said to them, holding up his hands in the universal symbol of ‘back off.’

“He works here,” Erica spat in a tone that suggested she should not be fucked with.

The firefighter barely had time to roll his eyes before Eddie was in his space. “Was there a girl? Did you find a girl? I know she came here but now I don’t see her, and there’s a psycho looking for her and–”

“Whoa, buddy,” the man said, taking a step back. “I don’t know about no psycho, but do you mean that girl?” He pointed.

In Eddie’s mind it happened in slow motion, as the firefighter lifted his hand to point with agonizing slowness, and Eddie’s head followed suit, swiveling to the left, his eyes landing on an ambulance that was parked off to the side and out of the way of the chaos.

Eddie ran.

His heart was in his throat as he ran to the ambulance and around to the back, where the rear doors stood open. The relief and joy he felt when he saw you sitting there was nearly enough to turn him into liquid. You were having a scrape cleaned by an EMT, and had the EMT not reflexively stepped out of the way, Eddie would have shoved him aside like a bowling pin.

“Oh my god,” tumbled from his lips as he embraced you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe, and he buried his face in your hair. You took a deep breath, relishing in the strength of the man who had wrapped you in his arms, and you realized he smelled of smoke.

“Thank god,” he repeated, and you realized that he was shaking. “Oh thank fucking god.”

“Eddie, I’m okay,” you said, and pulled back so you could look at his face. His skin was marred with smears of soot, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked out of his mind with stress and relief, and you felt a stab of guilt when you began to piece together what must have happened.

Erica strolled off to give you some privacy after seeing that you were alright.

“You came for me,” you said quietly, and had to fight back tears. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I thought– I thought that you…” he looked in the direction of the burning bar.

“No, I’m okay,” you said soothingly. “I was in there, rummaging in the office for anything that might have your address on it, so Jake wouldn’t find it. He must’ve gotten there before me; the office was tossed. And then, the window next to me shattered and all of a sudden, everything was on fire…” you broke off with a shudder. “Oh god, Tom. Tom lost everything, oh no….” you buried your face in his hands.

“Hey hey,” Eddie said softly, and he gently pulled your hands away from your face so he could look into your eyes. “It’s okay. He has insurance. It’s only stuff. The important thing is that you’re okay. But why? Why would you come down here alone?"

"I couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of my mess," you replied, eyes downcast. "I dragged you into this and if Jake hurt you because of me...I can't even think about it. I-- I like you, Eddie," you finished, your eyes flicking up to his.

Brown eyes met yours with a smile. "I like you too, you dummy," he said. "Please don't do that again, okay?"

"Deal," you said, wiping your eyes. You sniffled. ”They’re saying I need to go down to the station and make a report.”

Eddie nodded. “I’ll go with you. So you’re okay? You’re sure you’re not hurt?”

You nodded your head but Eddie turned to the EMT anyway. “She’s okay?” he asked brusquely.

“Are you her boyfriend?” The EMT asked.

“I don’t kn–” you started.

“Yes,” Eddie said at the same time, firmly and without hesitation. You blushed and broke out into a grin, despite your situation. “I thought we hadn't had a chance to discuss it, Munson.”

“Fuck it,” Eddie said and laughed, and it was music to your ears.

“She’s fine,” the EMT said with a little smile. “Couple of small cuts because of the window breaking, but she was able to get out before the fire spread.”

You nodded along with the EMT, looking into Eddie’s eyes. “See? I told you I was fine.”

“Okay. Okay,” he said, by way of self-conviction, and then he kissed you.

This kiss was different from your tentative first kiss and the steamier kisses that followed. It was passionate, and held a note of desperation. Eddie held your face in his hands as he kissed you, his pillowy lips moving slowly against yours thoroughly; tasting, exploring.

“You learning the layout, Muson?” you murmured teasingly into his mouth.

“Oh honey,” he breathed as he pulled away, his eyes roaming your face. “I plan to explore the whole topography of you.”

“Ahem,” the EMT said pointedly, stopping you from going in for another kiss. “We’re done here. You guys can head down to the precinct to give your statement and make your report.”

“That’s a switch,’ you said, as Eddie helped you hop down from the back of the ambulance. “It’s the first time the authorities actually cared what I had to say.”

Eddie snorted in acknowledgement, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

You sat at the station, having told the officer on the other side of the desk everything. Eddie sat to your right, chewing on his thumbnail; he didn’t feel very comfortable in police stations either. Erica had gone to pick up some things and get a motel room, a place you could all lay low after you were finished making your report.

“You said that you met Jake about a year and a half ago?” Detective Danko asked. Her eyes were kind, and she certainly wasn’t as dismissive as the cops you’d dealt with at home.

You nodded.

“When I ran his prints all kinds of bells and whistles went off,” Danko replied. “He’s actually wanted for questioning over some disappearances in Florida.”

Your jaw dropped, and Eddie sat forward suddenly. “I’m sorry, what?” you said, stunned.

She nodded, her eyes flicking back to the computer screen. “Three females, early 20s. It looks like all of them worked at the same bar over the course of about two and a half years, and he was a bouncer at the same bar. They’re all missing.”

You could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears, and you fought off a wave of dizziness. Eddie took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“That’s how I met Jake, in Cleveland. I was helping out at my uncle’s bar and he started working there as a bouncer….I think in September of last year? He…uh…he was interested in me immediately. Started hounding me to go out with him. He’s a good looking guy, can turn on the charm when he wants to. Eventually he wore me down and I gave in. Things were fine for a couple months, until they weren’t.”

Danko nodded, her expression serious. “We think he may have had friends in the department. It’s the only thing that can explain how he was let out of jail after he put you in the hospital. The feds should have been all over him.” She paused and took a deep breath. “It’s a good thing you ran.”

“I’d be dead now,” you said with cold certainty, and everything finally started to make sense. It felt so good to finally understand everything, yet the real implications of what you were saying were only beginning to scratch the surface of the armor you had built around yourself. “Jake was going to finish the job and kill me. I’d be dead by now if I hadn’t run.”

Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, and you looked over at him. He was doing his best to remain calm for you, but he was very clearly bothered by what he was hearing, and the hand not holding yours was fisted against his lips.

You gave him a sad smile. “I’m okay,” you said quietly, and he managed a weak smile in return.

Detective Danko leaned forward, her forearms braced on her desk so she could get as close to you as possible. “There’s no nice way to say this so I won’t sugar coat it. It’s fucked up, what happened to you. I’m sorry the cops let you down. I’m sorry you had to run. It’s a good fucking thing you did, but I’m still sorry as hell it was necessary. I want to get him. I’m gonna do my best to get him so he can’t hurt anyone else, okay?”

You nodded, your words silenced by the emotion that unexpectedly surged forward by Danko’s support and validation.

“For now,” Danko continued, “the best thing you can do is go someplace safe and get some rest. Do you have a place to stay?”

“Our friend is getting us motel rooms,” you said. “Jake shouldn’t know or recognize her or anything, so it shouldn’t raise any red flags.”

“Good.” Detective Danko nodded her approval as you all stood up together to go your separate ways. “And hey, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you said with a small smile. You turned to leave, but at the last minute you turned back with another question.

“Hey,” you began. “Why is he chasing me, do you think? Why go through all the trouble?”

Danko shrugged. “Because you dared to defy him.”

Erica had been waiting outside of the station when you exited the building, and she drove you to your new refuge at the Motel 6 on the other side of town, but not before stopping at the grocery store for some snacks and supplies.

“I got two rooms,” she said, handing you a key. “I didn’t want to presume who was staying where,” she said with a chuckle.

“This one is sticking with me,” you said as you looked over at Eddie, who was pulling grocery bags out of the trunk.

“Thank you, so much, for all of your help,” you said, giving her a hug. “You’ve been a lifesaver, Erica.”

“It’s not the first time Eddie and I have gone to bat for each other, and it won’t be the last,” she said. “Anything for that weirdo. But I gotta say, this has got to be the craziest Christmas I’ve ever had.”

You laughed. “I’m still waiting for you to tell me about what happened to you guys,” you said with a smirk. “But I know, I know, it’s not…”

“...my story to tell.” she finished with a wink.

“Get yourselves cleaned up,” she continued. “You smell like burnt tires. We’ll regroup later. I’m gonna take a damn nap.”

With a departing wave, she headed to her room and disappeared inside.

You unlocked the door to your room, finding a single queen sized bed, a small table with two chairs, a dresser with a 19” TV on it, a mini fridge, and a small private bathroom. It was simple and dated, but clean. Eddie followed behind, unloading some beers and sodas into the mini fridge, and stashing some snacks in the top drawer of the dresser.

“Erica went back to my place and got some clothes while we were with Detective Danko,” Eddie said, placing a duffel bag on the bed. “All the clothes are mine, but there’s some clean socks and t-shirts, some sweatpants you should be able to wear, no problem.”

“Okay,” you said, and gave him a warm smile. “Thank you, Eddie.”

He returned the smile, his cheeks pinkening slightly. “It’s no sweat. Uh, why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll see what’s on TV.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, and you rummaged in the duffel bag and pulled out a t-shirt and a clean pair of boxer shorts before heading into the bathroom.

You undressed and stepped into the steaming hot water, finally allowing some of the tension to wash away along with the smoke and soot. You soaped up your hair from the little bottle of shampoo the hotel provided, and took a deep shuddering breath, feeling your muscles relax. You washed your body, taking your time and enjoying the hot water. Even though it had only been a little more than 24 hours since this nightmare began, it felt like weeks. But– you couldn’t say it was all a nightmare. You smiled as you thought about Eddie’s lips, how pink and full they were, and the way they felt against your skin. He's my boyfriend now, you thought with a jolt of excitement. Then, you remembered that he said, I plan to explore the whole topography of you, and your skin broke out into gooseflesh. You ran your hands along the length of your body, trying to imagine the last time you’d been touched gently and with kindness, and you had a hard time remembering.

With a smile and a sigh, you shut off the water and reached for a towel.

Eddie was relaxing on the bed with the remote in his hand, flicking through the channels, when he heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey! They have HBO– Oh.” His excitement about finding new episodes of The Kids in the Hall was obliterated when he looked at you.

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, toweling your wet hair, wearing an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Eddie set the remote aside and sat up some more. “You look good,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said simply, and without preamble or invitation, you walked over to the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with your thighs on either side of him, your face inches from his.

His sharp intake of breath belied his surprise at your forwardness, but that didn’t stop his hands from coming up to caress your back as you threaded your hands and fingers around the back of his neck and into his hair.

“Well hi there,” he murmured happily before tilting his head and going in for a kiss. You sighed at the sensation of his lips on yours again; you didn’t think you would ever get used to those incredible lips. He kissed you deeply, and you opened your mouth to accommodate him. You heard him whimper ever so softly as he deepened the kiss further, and after a moment, he pulled back with a nip to your bottom lip.

“How, uh…how was your shower?” he asked.

“Was nice,” you said, as you peppered his face with kisses. “Was thinking of you.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, as he dipped to kiss along your throat, making heat flutter through your core. He reached the point where your neck and clavicle joined, scraping you lightly with his teeth before he latched on with his lips, sucking gently.

“Ah,” you gasped, “yeah I um…mmm remember you saying something about learning my topography.”

“Mhhmm,” he mumbled before releasing your pinkened flesh from his lips, the absence of his warm mouth making the exposed skin feel bereft. “Yes, I would like that,” he said softly before diving in to capture your lips for more kisses.

You felt that you could sit with Eddie like this for hours, being close to him, tasting him, feeling warm and safe in his caress, just kissing the night away. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted more, and if the hardness you felt where your bodies were joined was any indication, he did too.

You nipped his lips as you ground down into his lap, “so what’s stopping you, Munson,” you breathed into his ear.

“Uh,” he said, clearly beginning to lose himself. “I uh….” he groaned as your teeth latched onto his earlobe. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes. I’m sure.”

He smiled then, and the look in his eyes was like a jolt of electricity, an excitement that you barely had time to process before he was leaning forward and tossing you backward onto the bed.

You giggled as he climbed above you, bracing himself on a forearm as he slotted his left leg between yours. “Well, all right then,” he said, and bent to kiss you some more.

You wrapped your arms around him and poured every ounce of passion into this kiss, and you knew there was no going back now. His left arm roamed down your torso, and he slipped his hand up your shirt, his shirt, and his fingertips danced up your stomach and along your ribs before cupping your breast, lightly massaging before he gently pinched your hardened nipple. The dual sensation of his fingers on your breast and his tongue in your mouth was enough to make you see stars, and you responded by slipping your hands under his shirt and dragging your nails lightly along his back, making him inhale sharply. He continued to roll your nipple with his fingers before breaking the kiss and pulling his shirt off over his head.

He smiled down at you, looking positively angelic, and the fondness you were feeling exploded into something grand, something you weren’t yet ready to label, and you grinned as you pulled off your own shirt, leaving you bare from the waist up. Eddie paused to take you in, his beautiful face painted with adoration. You hoped he was feeling even half the depth of emotion you were, and from the look in his eyes, you guessed he probably was.

He bent to capture your right nipple in his lips, sending the most glorious tingling sensation along your body. His curls tickled your skin as he bent to his task, all of the stimulation setting every nerve alight. He stopped, and raised his head to look into your eyes, his own pupils blown wide.

“Can– can I touch you?” he asked. You nodded.

“Yes, Eddie,” you breathed, your heart pounding. “Yes, please touch me.”

He snaked his hand down along the length of your body and his fingers brushed the waistband of the borrowed boxers. “I’ve never been so happy to get into…my own pants,” he said, and you nearly doubled over laughing. “Ha, sorry,” he said, grinning.

“Come here,” you said, still laughing, and you kissed him again. “Where were we?” you murmured against his lips.

“Hmm, let me think,” he said, as he slipped his hand beneath the soft fabric, and your breathing hitched when his fingers found your heat. Tentatively, carefully, he moved his fingers toward your folds, and you arched your back as he found your clit. You keened softly as he circled the sensitive bud, and he pressed little kisses to the corner of your mouth before going in for a wet, deep kiss.

Propriety and any remaining shyness had fled as you kissed him ravenously, your teeth clattering with his as your tongues danced, his touches sending shockwaves along your body. With one hand you clutched the back of his head and with the other you moved down to his hardness, moving your hand along the thick denim of his jeans. He sighed when you palmed his bulge, and you moved to undo the button of his jeans and slide down the zipper. He rose up on his knees to shimmy down his pants and kick them off the bed.

Eddie Munson naked was a sight to behold. His hair was an unkempt mess of curls that cascaded over the tops of his shoulders. His smooth and nearly flawless pale skin was slightly flushed with arousal. He was all lean, long lines, but his muscles were defined, and his strong core rose and fell with his heavy breaths. As your eyes raked over his body and took in all of him, he smiled a little shyly. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of him.

"You like?" He asked.

"You're seriously hot, Munson," you said with a grin.

He chuckled and grasped the waistband of your shorts and slid them off your legs, tossing them aside and exposing you from the waist down. You curled into yourself a bit, feeling a flash of vulnerability.

Eddie leaned down over you again, trailing his fingers along your body. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said softly.

You nodded. "I want to do this," you said. "I want to do everything with you." You brought up a hand to cup his cheek and looked right into his eyes. "I trust you, Eddie."

His smile was radiant before he crashed his lips back onto yours. You kissed deeply as his hand returned to your heat, and his fingers teased your folds and circled your clit. You took his impressive length in your hand and pumped slowly, feeling his body tense up at the sensation, and he sighed into your mouth as you stimulated each other. For a while you simply lay together, limbs tangled, touching, kissing and exploring each other's bodies.

As his touches slowly built in intensity, so did your excitement, and your sighs and gasps grew gradually louder.

"I uh, I don't have a condom," he said.

"S'ok, I'm on the pill."

"Okay. Are you sure? Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied with an emphatic nod.

"I will never hurt you," he murmured.

"I know, Eddie," you answered.

"Unless you want me to," he added with a breathy chuckle, and you giggled, dispelling some of the tension.

He leaned forward and hooked his right elbow under your left knee to lift your leg and tilt your pelvis. With his left hand he cupped the back of your head, and then he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly began to push into you. You inhaled sharply at the sense of being filled and you arched your back, bringing your arms up around him to grasp his shoulders. After entering you fully and to the hilt, he paused, allowing you both to acclimate to each other. He pressed his forehead to yours and began to thrust slowly, languidly dragging out and pushing back in. You circled your hips, and you gasped when you felt his tip brush your inner g-spot.

He kissed you again, and you moaned into his mouth as his thrusting picked up speed. He kissed you sloppily as he fucked you, and your gasps begin to build in intensity proportionate to the white heat building in your core. You lightly scratched at his back with your fingernails in your bliss, and Eddie picked up the pace, his ardent thrusting gaining fervor.

He grunted and broke the kiss, his hips slamming into yours, your ass slapping audibly against his thighs, and you cried out as you rocked together roughly. He lifted the leg he had hooked through his arm higher and rested your ankle on his shoulder, increasing the angle and sensation. He was now hitting you so deep you felt like you were going to come apart in the best way.

“Eddie,” you panted as he fucked you, and with his right hand he fisted the bedclothes to gain even more leverage. You scratched him with your nails and he latched onto the side of your neck with his lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“God Eddie, I’m so close…” you breathed haltingly, his delightfully punishing pace not slowing in the slightest.

“Come on then,” he panted, and pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you, and so it was that you were drowning in those beautiful brown eyes as your climax arrived with a crash. Your hips bucked so hard you thought you might throw him off, but he kept going as you cried out, the spasms rocking you senseless.

It was a short time later that you felt Eddie's thrusts falter and grow erratic as his own orgasm took him, and he climaxed into your depths, capturing your lips again with his, and so he finished with another deep kiss.

When it was over, neither of you seemed able to move right away. Eventually Eddie rolled off of you and lay on his back beside you. You laid that way for several moments, breathing heavily together and relishing in the post ogasmic bliss. Eventually you looked over at him and chuckled contentedly.

"What?" He grinned, all flushed and fucked out. God, he was beautiful.

"That was so good," you said. "Like, incredible, even. Wow."

"Yeah, it was," Eddie replied. "C'mere," he added, opening his arms. You snuggled up against him and nestled your head against his chest, sighing contentedly.

"I think this may have salvaged Christmas," he said with a light chuckle as he lazily trailed his fingers up and down your arm, your back, wherever they could reach.

You giggled. "I would say so, yes."

It was quiet for a while.

"Can we just enjoy this moment, the rest of this day, without any more damn drama?" you asked nobody in particular, your voice growing heavy from exhaustion.

"Mmmhmm, yes please," Eddie hummed, half asleep.

And so you drifted off together, a delightful post-coital Christmas Day nap. You felt safe as you dozed, and happy, despite everything else.

When you were in love with Eddie Munson, the world didn't seem so bad after all.

NEXT CHAPTER

Author's note: Thank you for reading. Sorry this one was a little late my loves, life can be a pickle. I really just wanted to give you all a cliffhanger break and end on a nice note for once, because I was afraid you all were gonna kill me. But be warned, the drama isn't over! I don't want to spoil much, but this will have a happy ending, so try not to worry! As always, comments and reblogs are a treasure. Thank you!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fix it fic #panic in detroit #eddie munson series #my writing

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revenantlore · 7 months

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Find the Word

tagged by @ahordeofwasps to find the words rave, random, run, and revel

no rave, i must remedy this

random — from neon bloodlust, a short snippet from detroit’s pov where he laments his lack of a true name

He scans down the remainder of the playlist, over unfamiliar artist names and feels somewhat of a disconnect. Billy Joel, Cyndi Lauper, Michael Jackson.

Two names where he has only ever had the one, and not even a name. Random digits and letters selected for him by a manufacturer he will never know.

run — from game over

“Probably you should keep this,” Jonah says after a moment, voice tight. He gives it one more flick of his thumb, running his index finger through the flame before letting it die out. Tosses the lighter up to Rem and falls back against the pillows. “Dangerous shit, you know, fire.”

“No shit.” He pockets the lighter. Discards his jacket on Oli’s drums. Tries not to think about their midnight kiss. “Want me to fuck off, then?”

“He asks as he’s already undressing and getting comfortable.” Jonah shoots him a grin, mouth curving around the cigarette.

revel — from game over

“Hi,” Jonah laughs against Rem’s lips, but Rem silences him with his tongue down his throat. Gets nothing but a needy groan in response, hands clutching at Rem’s clothes, slipping under his shirt.

Rem yelps and recoils at Jonah’s cold fingers against bare skin, but he revels in each following caress, each dig and scrape of nails down his back. Gasps a desperate curse into the crook of Jonah’s neck and reaches between them to tug at his belt.

tagging @indecentpause , @dyrewrites , @oh-no-another-idea and @winterandwords to find the words soon, ghost, snow, and faint

#find the word #manuscript search #i am behind on so many of these #and just. tags in general #writeblr #writing #tag game

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trans-rights-adam-jensen · 1 year

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Adam Jensen's Detroit apartment trivia--tiny details

I just went ahead and made a list of things I think the Wiki should have but doesn't.

Meds that adam has in his apartment:

-chromium supplements

-atocyl (skin wipes)

-paracetamol

-nuronex

-not a medication, but tracheostomy sponges (wound dressings for areas around drains)

Adam keeps his apartment at 59F??? BRO IM SHIVERING

Some of the notes on his wall are "the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" (from relearning how to write) ; ;

Books that adam has in his apartment:

Format: Title (author(s))

Gurus (like part of a type of book series) SWAT

Feeding the fires of babylon

child and violence

encyclopedia alumnica (entire set)

vernix (samuel wale, an irl book illustrator)

self gratification

Human Traffic (Birck ??? and ???)

being more effective

sick management tactics (Jim Doughe?)

desk rooster

forging the bonds

living with your new cybernetic prosthetic, 2nd edition, all you need to know about treatments, recovery and functionality (J. Bowkett and G. Moreau)

a detailed history of cybernetics

guns blazing

hairy plumber(?) (spine resembles harry potter and the deathly hollows, likely a parody)

the planet of cakes

man in armor (william ???)

resolving conflicts (marcus larson)

the many levels of hate (Ben Ayotte)

Fatal Feet (FF) (sidenote, this is the kind of shit I would put as filler stuff at 2am on level design too, man)

La Colonna Spezzata

Narcotics

Life and Regrets (Adam Manyoki)

Laws of Detroit

Laws of Detroit II

Orpheus Slain (Johanna Kirsch)

Chaos theory unraveled

the act of gratuitous violence

general tao: the man behind the chicken

tactical manual volume 1

Tactical manual (thicker alternate book to volume 1)

clubbing the incompetent brain

Mechanics

Police force and ethics

using force for peace (Berth Morisot) (howling at the title oh god)

under heavy fire

sports encyclopedia (phil zelzork)

police tech-???

on the brink of oblivion (johnson)

(???? title in cursive)

No I did not put how many copies he had of each. That would have melted my brain.

#adam jensen #dxhr #level design #trivia #deus ex #deus ex human revolution #adam's books

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maypearlss · 1 year

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𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚

i have genuinely no idea how to properly introduce may without being absolutely feral about her, so we're keeping this part brief: this post is all about the main character of the nona incident!, may costa! and i'm completely fucking obsessed with her by the way! no joke, i think about her and my heart goes crazy and then i get sad that she's not a real person. anyways, moving on to the rest of the post—

oh, may. nobody quite knows what to make of you, do they? least of all yourself.

may is the protagonist of this story. she is witty, affectionate, highly protective over her loved ones, and wildly electric and talented with a guitar in her hand, but most people tend to be more acquainted with her wry, sardonic side. having spent her entire life acutely aware that she is "the other" in more ways than one, may has become accustomed to being disliked, and to fighting any battle that gets thrown her way. but there's only so far fighting can get her when the biggest issue is her own internalized hatred of herself. may's lifelong dream has always been to play guitar in a professional band and live the rock 'n' roll life—and to live her life side-by-side with nona.

at least one of those things is possible. she's very good at guitar.

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡°✩

full name: mayra daniela costa herrera

age: 20 (1985)–tbd

birthday: july 23

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

ethnicity: mexican-american

occupation: music store clerk, guitarist

love interest(s): nona darnell, tommy salem

likes: nona, playing guitar, rock music, performing, big dogs, mariachi, leather, pinball, spending time with her abuelo

dislikes: duke, talking about her feelings, people posturing, being alone, neat rooms/spaces

height: 5'7

build: lean, rectangular

hair: wavy, ginger, reaches her chest

skin: light bronze-brown

eyes: hazel (primarily brown and amber with green around pupils)

noticeable features: has a very intense stare no matter her mood

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆｡°✩

⋆ bad obsession - guns n' roses

⋆ rocket queen - guns n' roses

⋆ magic touch - aerosmith

⋆ get in the ring - guns n' roses

⋆ heaven's on fire - kiss

⋆ you're crazy - guns n' roses

⋆ mr. brownstone - guns n' roses

⋆ estranged - guns n' roses

⋆ detroit rock city - kiss

⋆ since i don't have you - guns n' roses

⋆ i'll fight hell to hold you - kiss

⋆ bad apples - guns n' roses

⋆ heart's done time - aerosmith

⋆ patience - guns n' roses

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ⋆｡°✩

one of her longest-held nicknames is mayday, which she got from her dad, who was an air force pilot

her playlist used to consist of entirely guns n' roses and literally nothing else. needless to say, their music and the band in general was the single biggest source of inspiration for her character

she plays the bass on top of the regular guitar

she inadvertently caused nona and duke's first meeting, something she's been mentally kicking herself for ever since

she's absolute shit at verbally expressing her feelings

physical affection is her biggest love language, she's very physically affectionate with all of her friends and loved ones—her second biggest love language is "staring at you until you understand that you matter to her"

there you have it, may costa! she's probably the biggest reason i'm so excited about this wip, i know i'm going to have a blast writing her <3 also, thank you for all the reblogs and love for my last post! you're all so lovely and cool and i really appreciate all the support <333

#oc : may costa #wip : the nona incident!#my wips #my ocs #writeblr #creative writing #oc intro #oc introduction #meet the oc #meet my ocs #wipsbymor

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mantra4ia · 1 year

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Excuse me while I go watch City: Primeval for the it's-Justified-time.

I love nearly everything about it:

"Tick tock goes the clock...there's no such thing as on time. You're either early or your late. And where you're going we're going to be early." I love that when we meet teenage Willa, and Raylan's getting her ice cream, it's hard to tell from the relationship dynamic whether he's off or on the clock— whether she's a marshall's daughter or his bounty—only to learn that he's hauling her off to a remedial behavior camp and that the answer is yes to both. 😅 Anyone else get a flashback vibe to Dewey Crowe?

White collar criminal..."what do you think he did to get in the book? Capitalism." The truth.

Doesn't hold back from pointing out the corruption in institutional law enforcement. Gives new meaning to "throw the book at 'em."

Court room: Raylan: "Pretty much" / Defendant: " ******* I wanted Chick-fil-A"

We love Wendell Robinson, "sometimes I guess it takes an angry white guy to catch an angry white guy."

"Even though my premium is up to date, I can't make a claim because what now? Because the police did it?" #white collar crime.

"there are things that I want to do with that book that have nothing to do with what's legal and everything, e-ver-y-thing to do with what's just. Can you understand?" That's funny, you have no idea.

Carolyn, my queen, you exude all the badass chemistry I could ever imagine. You had me at "The marshall isn't the one on trial / give me a minute and he will be." And then:

"Sir, please... don't move, don't say shit."

"Better now that my ****-heel partner is gone..."

(Sees purse, finds a bra) you can't be serious, is she here? Ma'am? This is not Tasha's size...I'm going to come over here and burn your closet. What I wouldn't pay to make you a memory."

"Raylan: How was it for you? / Carolyn: About what I expected."

"Raylan: I'm getting an x-ray with my dinner. / Carolyn: Maybe that's what you prefer...all by yourself power. In my life everyone has their foot on my neck to get what they want. **** them. **** them to be so small they abuse their power."

"I'm leaving. Lea-ving" / "In the eternal words of Ra: **** 'em"

"Carolyn: I got something you want / Raylan: That's fair to say"

About Detroit: "I haven't been here a week and the s*** I've seen gives me pause."

Marcus Sweety sass gives me life!

Sandy's Thai roommate needs her own Justified mini show. I'm convinced that Hina a crime lord's daughter or a marshall in the making. She made Albanian mobsters and their tooth extractors look like boy scouts and the only unbelievable premise of this sequel is that if Sandy wanted out of her toxic relationship with the Oklahoma madman, all she needed to do was stick Clement in a room with Hina. Fast forward to episode 8, conflict resolved.

Clement has some really chaotic Boyd Crowder vibes, second only to Boyd himself, and I can picture some of the lines that he has in this series as things that were on the cutting room floor from Justified. "Hun, do you what cut this is? (The Southern comfort steak). Ding ding ding, ready for double jeopardy. Now I ordered the steak black and blue. Do you know what black and blue means? (Rare) Oh no, ma'am. It does not mean rare, it means god**** bloody red. So here's what I want you to do, I want you to take this and throw it in the trash. Then I want you to get your chef have another steak, smack that over the fire, sing two verses of "Dead Leaves on the Dirty Ground," flip that sucker, sing the third verse, yank it off, plate it ... And if I don't hear it moo in pain then we're just going to start this all over again." I half expected him to start singing you'll never leave Harlan alive. #I'm a vegetarian, but if I wasn't before I would be now.

Willa's best line and her whole raison d'etre is giving Raylan a second chance at walking away and setting up her dad for love and a semi-normal life: "he's pretty nice for a white guy." From her first giggle at cat videos that led to contempt, she's pretty much his matchmaker and he's just handcuffed in the trunk for the ride along. "I'm not about to take care of you when you're old."

"What is a Garlick?!" The smatterings of comedic timing slaps.

"Raylan: I ain't gonna sleep at night this SOB wins. / Raymond: Look at you, still giving a ****...[Freddy Keck] I shot him. / He drew on you. / I don't know. / You don't know? / I think it was a church key./ He had a bottle opener. / I clean my fingers [with it] and I slept just like a baby." Ray and Raylan, while painfully on the nose as a metaphor, is stone cold accurate. What a screaming angriest-man-I-know look in the mirror — full circle from my Justified s1e1, complete with pissed off ex-wife the likes of which Winona would drink to. #"Mary Alice only speaks to me on pain of death."

Downsides:

The only thing missing from this series is Marshal Gutterson and Rachel Brooks, and Loretta McCready. Non-spoiler-spoilers ahead for those who haven't finished City Primeval: I'll let you speculate as to who's not missing...

The ending that leaves you wanting more! Willa: "I'd like too see where you're from." Take my money and give me a sequel to the sequel. Lord knows by that cliffhanger you're thinking about it.

#justified #justified: city primeval #fx: justified #raylan givens #timothy olyphant #jacob pitts #walton goggins #erica tazel #aunjanue ellis #carolyn wilder #willa givens #clement mansell #boyd crowder

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crazy56u · 7 months

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Okay, the app is starting to become self aware, I feel…

Addison, cut your losses with Tom.

“Look, I gotta go, Ben needs me, he totally didn’t just black out from too much coffee.”

Plot twist: Herbicore is poisoning the pumpkins, that’s why Steve’s wife has that cough.

I technically called it!

“Look, Connie, I finally figured out what the plot is, this weed eater shit is gonna kill everyone!”

Oh, great, Peacock’s running ads now.[/joke]

“I’m Chet Barlow of Herbicore, asking you to come to Denver. We’re not Detroit.”

…why does your brother look like a sex offender?

Joe doesn’t even know what’s going on, he is drunk as shit.

Why is this two weeks in a row where puns are plot points?

If only ad blockers existed in the 1980s…

“Do you think Chet knows his weed killer is dangerous?” Ben, he’s a CEO in the 1980s. Sucker’s bet.

Ben, if you don’t say a name now, Connie is gonna drop this story.

“He called you on that pay phone, right? Late night when he needs your love?”

“There’s no such thing as a dead end.” I name at least five Looney Tunes cartoons that would disagree.

Oh, goody, an inside job. So, calling it now: Just like in “Roberto!”, that guy is fucking dead now.

Okay, now I feel bad about calling Robbie a sexual predator…

I have a sinking suspicion their boss might be in on this…

“We need to keep this between the two of us. Now, if you know any ghosts, they can get lumped in as well.”

I admire the fact that Robbie didn’t opt to just bail.

“Who says I’m afraid?” “Is it your brother?” “…” “Okay, so you are afraid.”

I love how they are openly having this loud ass conversation in public.

Now, how long until Ben draw the connection between “this is killing farmers” and “Steve’s wife has that cough”.

Oh, goody, Chet is basically Gideon. God fuck, can’t he go away…

“I’ve seen people disappear. Sometimes in bight blue glowing light, they get replaced with other people and they don’t remember shit!”

“Look, we tried, it’s not like the episode isn’t even half over yet.”

And Steve becomes plot important!

“Herbicrop? I love that stuff, I’m swimming in tumors!”

Steve, your wife is fucking hacking up a lung, and you act like they’re spewing bullshit.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.” Episode is half over, there is a shoe yet to drop.

Ben, never do that again.

Davidson is 100% in on it, that was too fucking coincidental.

And it’s gonna be Robbie’s car in 5… 4… 3…

We are now 100% “Roberto!”

Ben, Connie is experiencing PTSD, maybe calm down.

…Connie, I think we both know that’s not what actually happened…

“Rule three: Fuck this job.”

Connie, if you think Ben is gonna stop, you are sadly mistake . [And sound goes off.]

Ian and Tom, stop pretending Magic isn’t gonna be the one to lose their job, just because he was pissed off, it doesn’t mean he’s letting anyone else take the fall under the bus.

And Ian, rightfully, goes the fuck off.

[Sound goes on.] And it’s time to get crunk.

…it only now just hit me that Addison never told Ben that… it been like two fucking episodes!

“What happened?” “What didn’t?”

Ben, unless your unknowingly leapt into the guy that planted that car bomb, stop blaming yourself for shit.

Now, that just sucks for Robbie: him dying is the Canon Event.

…or Robbie just fucking hates cars.

“Hey.” “I thought I fired you.” “I love how you thought that would work.”

“Look, I don’t care if Robbie is still alive, I still fired you.” “We both know I ain’t accepting that, Connie.”

“Look, Connie, I also suffer from being depressed about my actions.”

[Sound goes off.]

“So, is this the end of Quantum Leap?” NBC, YOU ARE IN THIN FUCKING ICE NOW

Tom, even if I already know the punchline, you should be the one to go.

“I wish there was another way.” Tom, you dumb idiot, you basically just gave Magic the go ahead…

[Sound goes on.]

Cut to The Pink Hotel.

“…so, you’re telling me I blew up my car for fucking nothing.”

I love how Robbie was willing to leave the country despite knowing he could’ve ended the episode early.

Look, Robbie, sometimes you gotta “Scorpion and the Frog” this shit.

I also love how the pink lighting is making Robbie look more depressed.

This is now a heist movie.

“What do you mean ‘Leverage the door’?” It means grab a flat thing, and break the door.

I love how the key to saving the day is just breaking shit.

I love how Ski Mask is acting real fucking cool right now, as if Ben isn’t gonna kick his ass.

Ben, I hope to fuck you rolled a Crit Success on Fast Talk.

And now Wyatt fears God.

…and is probably gonna meet him face to face.

Ben just kicked cancer’s ass.

And Connie pulls the Columbo maneuver.

Chet is about to get fucked by a pumpkin.

“It’s you.” “It’s always me.” …annnnnnd now my brain is trying to craft a Quantum Leap/FNAf crossover.

And Ben dips.

[Sound goes off, fuck you Tom.]

“Look, Tom, be honest, we both knew Ben was gonna win out in the end.” “Honestly, same.”

And now, for the most obvious ending of the episode!

“Look, Tom saved our asses, but Gideon wants someone fired. And it can’t be Ian, and I ain’t firing you, and Addison wasn’t even in this subplot, so… … … (leaves)”

And we end with a dedication to Matt Dale. Watch as NBC promptly fumbles the bag, and cancels the show next week…

So, next week’s a two-fer, Magic is quitting, and Gideon is still fucking here!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

#the outsider #spoilers #quantum leap #Roberto!#Columbo #FNAF

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Schism

Another week in Whistler might just be the thing that finally does Joanna Blackwood in, her boyfriend is in Michigan with Quinn and his family. She loves her family, she really does, but good God they've been insufferable. Her parents have been their usual lovely selves, her niblings are just the best, but her three older siblings are annoying her. To make matters worse, Elias' new contract is still up in the air, and she has to hear about it from her siblings who don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Currently, Joanna is in her room in Blackwood Lodge, her brothers are out biking, her sisters are swimming at the lake. Bored senseless, she grabs her climbing stuff from her days out with the gang, and heads down to the climbing centre. She spends some time on some boulders, before tackling a lead wall, then heads home for some dinner. ''If you ask me, Benning is an idiot, letting these two dictate the discussion like this.'' Edward says.

Nicholas, ever the eldest Blackwood's lieutenant, nods. ''I know, he should just say; 'here's the offer, don't like it, tough shit'. It's what I'd do.''

Joanna feels the fire Elias stoked in her rising, but tries to freeze it back down, she's not called 'Ice Queen' for nothing. She scrolls through her instagram to keep herself busy. ''How do we know it's not just Elias and Quinn being greedy? Wanting more than they're due? It's not like either had a good season last year, is it?'' Her brother-in-law Matthew poses. Which is... simply untrue. Quinn led the team in assists. Elias was injured. And, the team got sick with covid. ''Besides, it's just business, right?'' Lucinda adds. Joanna fiddles with her ring, a topaz and emerald on yellow gold, Elias' most recent birthday gift to her. His ring, their stones, his love. ''You guys know I'm right here, don't you? The girlfriend of one Canuck and best friend of another?'' Edward laughs. ''Anna, you've been with him for two years.''

Joanna furrows her brows. ''And? We live together, I've met his family, we already know we're forever. So, what do you think gives you the right to speak about him like that? I'm going through this stress too, you know?''

Matthew asks, in disbelief. ''Really? How?'' Joanna simply states, because they made each other a promise. ''If he leaves, so do I.'' Nicholas scoffs. ''Oh, come on, sis. This city is your home.'' Lucinda says. ''There will be other guys, Anna.''

With this, Joanna rises, and books an early morning flight to Michigan. ''He's my home, my family, the love of my life. If the three of you can't understand that, I'm out. Mike, Kate, I'll text you tomorrow.'' She goes to pack up for the flight. In silence, she packs her car, and drives back into the city. Staying the night at home.

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Joanna books in for her flight to Detroit the next morning, goes through security. After a quick breakfast, Joanna gets on her flight, bound for her boyfriend. Perhaps she should've taken this holiday with him all along. She can't understand how her married older siblings can be so... dismissive of them.

She lands in Detroit late that afternoon, and orders an Uber to take her to Ann Arbor. The driver is called Peter, and he's really nice. ''What brings a BC girl to Michigan?'' He asks in the car.

Joanna says. ''My boyfriend is with friends here, I had a fallout with my family, so, here I am.'' After some time of driving, Peter asks her. ''Do you know where he is, Joanna?'' Joanna mentally kicks herself for the oversight. ''No, hang on.'' She texts Quinn.

Joanna Rose: Hey, Q, I'm in Ann Arbor, where are you guys rn? Huggy Bear: Really? We're at my parents' place. 45 Franklin Street, on the lake. Should I tell my mom to get a room ready? Joanna Rose: I already sleep with Elias, Q, we'll be okay.

She tells Peter the address, and he drops her off. She pays and tips him, thanking God for her trust fund. The house is lovely, a nice big lakehouse. All the hallmarks of a hockey family in the frontyard. She's dead tired, and knocks the door. Quinn lets her into the house, it's very cozy in here. ''This place is amazing, Q.'' She hugs him. He leads her through to the back patio, here she's finally reunited with her Elias. ''Hjartat, what... how...'' She leaps into his arms, he holds her tight. ''I've missed you so much.''

Elias kisses her neck. ''I've missed you too, alskling.'' Before the trio are joined, she tells them everything her siblings were saying over dinner last night. ''It just... hurt me so much... they were just insulting you as if I wasn't even there.''

Quinn is shocked. ''And 'there will be other guys'? Has Lucinda met you two? Hell, even Brock and I know you'll be married one day.'' Elias stares a hole in the oak planks beneath them. ''But, Anna, they're your family.''

Joanna takes his hands. ''So are you, and Quinn, and Brock, and Thatcher. You are my family, I choose you.'' Elias kisses her hands, and says. ''I choose you too.''

In time, Quinn's younger brothers - Jack and Luke join them. ''You must be Joanna, Petey loves gushing about you.'' Jack says. Joanna laughs, and relaxes into his arms. ''I can imagine.''

To her surprise, both Tkachuk brothers and their sister join them too. The group hang out, until Ellen Hughes sends them to bed. Joanna climbs into bed with Elias.

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Over the coming days, the group hang out as young people should. Quinn's family are super nice and welcoming. During breakfast on her fourth morning, she says to Jim and Ellen. ''Sorry for dropping in on you, Mr and Mrs Hughes, I've just missed Elias so much.'' Jim assures her. ''Don't apologize, dear, our door is always open to Quinn's friends. Quinn told us why you're here, I can't believe how insensitive your family have been.''

Ellen adds, backing her husband up. ''You and Elias live together, that sounds pretty permanent to me.'' Luke puts his plate in the dishwasher. ''I think they're jealous, Joanna, they all have normal spouses, you have a Canuck.''

Brady tips his juice glass to the youngest Hughes brother. ''Hear hear, Lukey.''

Joanna laughs, she finds that she rather likes Luke's honesty, reminds her of her younger sister. ''You'd get on so well with my little sister, Kate. She's seventeen, and does not hold back.''

Later that day, Elias and Quinn's new contracts arrive in the mail, and are signed before the group go down to the lake. Joanna has Taryn snap a picture of herself and Elias. Which goes onto her instagram.

@Joanna_Rose: Take this sinking ship, and point it home. We've still got time - Glen and Marketa. With my favourite person on Earth, I love you, Elias!

liked by: @_eliaspettersson, @_quinnhughes, @bboeser, and 250 others.

Replies:

@_eliaspettersson: Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it now. My love, my light. I love you, Joanna.

@TessaKnight: Glad to see my bestie is happy with you, Elias! @NucksForever: Love looks good on you guys! @Canucks: Can't wait to have you guys home soon!

@bboeser: My two best friends, can't wait to see you two again.

@Elianna4Ever: Our beloveds! And the Once lyrics are everything, Glen and Marketa are iconic for that song.

@Joanna_Rose: Yeah, we watched Once ages ago, and Falling Slowly is just... the most impactful song I've heard in my life. Glad you stan us, because we certainly do.

@BelieveInBlue: Wait, Joanna is in Michigan with the boys?? Holy shit!

@Joanna_Rose: Yeah, had some family drama, and Elias is my safe space, so... here I am! The Hughes fam are awesome, the Tkachuks are chaotic, but that's fine.

The holiday is healing for her, after the fallout with her family, which will probably not be resolved this side of all star break, she savours this precious time off with the love of her life.

#hockey rpf #vancouver canucks #elias pettersson x oc

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Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #50: “Monster Mayhem Pt. 3” Ch. 1

In the city, Janiz and EVA searches everywhere until they heard a roar

EVA: What was that?!

Janiz: That must be Korvo! Come on!

Janiz and EVA run after Korvo. Back with Mega Mundane Mighton and Quasarblast, they then see the 5 KaIju witches and roars

Mega Mundane Mighton gasps.

Mega Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Girls! Stop! It’s us! You’re out of control! We have to get you out of here! You are losing your humanity

But then, KaIju Quintessence Elemental Will roars and throws a building at the two husbands as they duck .

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Jesus Christ!

Mega Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: I guess we have no choice but to fight them!

The other Mighty Solars see their friends and runs up to them

The husbands get into their fighting stances

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Let’s do this! roars and throws a beam at KaIju fire elemental Hailey

The Mega Mundane superhero husbands roars and attack the witches. Mega Mundane Mighton pummels on KaIju Fire and Water elemental Hailey and Cindy as they roar.

Sonya Solar-Opposites: Wow! Look at our dad’s go!

Cherie: I know. Their rage must be channel for defense!

Montez/Detroit: We have to help them!

Janiz and EVA sees the heroes and approaches them. Mega Mundane Quasarblast then turns invisible and punches KaIju wind elemental Min-Gi unconscious as he roars bud then he starts coughing. Starburst then sees KaIju quintessence elemental Will ready to attack Mega Mundane Quasarblast and uses her lasso to bring Will down by the foot as she falls and roars.

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Quasarblast! Are you okay?!

But then suddenly, Mega Mundane Quasarblast starts coughing out blood as he cries out in pain. Mega Mundane Mighton gasps in horror.

Mega Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites: K-Korvy?

Cherie then sees KaIju Earth Elemental Colleen about to throw a deadly weapon at the two husbands and leaps up.

Cherie: No Colleen! Don’t!

Fung-irl gasps sadly as Vil-Gil-An-T starts tearing up. But then, the blast hits Cherie as she falls to the ground and gets catches by Detroit. Nighthowler grows distraught by Mega Mundane Quasarblast while the Mighty Pupa starts crying.

EVA: Holy shit! Korvo is in trouble! Something is wrong!

AISHA then sees Janiz and EVA and gasps.

AISHA: Janiz? EVA?

EVA: AISHA! runs up and hugs AISHA I miss you so much! I can’t believe it’s you!

MAX: No way… AISHA, is that your cousin?!

Other Mighty Solars: turning around and sees Janiz and EVA while Cherie groans Huh?

Janiz: Uh, hey?

Miss Frankie/Night Saw: Uh… who are you and-

Mega Mundane Mighton holds Mega Mundane Qausarblast close to him as he continues to cough out blood, which terrified the others in distraught. Then, Janiz gasp as she removes her hood.

Alice/Black Moon: Oh God…

Pupa Solar-Opposites/Mighty Pupa: No…

Janiz: Jesus Christ. You need to pace yourself.

Sonya Solar-Opposites/Nighthowler: crying Daddy!

Mega Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Oh my God! Korvy! No! crying No!

As Mega Mundane Mighton cries over his dying husband, then Janiz gasp upon feeling an empty DNA spirit as she gasp and then sees Korvo’s super Shlorpian spirit in a star.

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: I’m okay, Terry.

Mega Mundane Qausarblast continue cough out blood as Janiz realizes something. Janiz looks up at the star and suddenly, she turns into a Super Shlorpian as she grows determination on her face, much to the Mighty Solars’ shock!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: What the?! Is that Korvo’s older sister?!

Super Shlorpian Janiz: I have an idea!

Montez/Detroit: You do? Wait, what are you-

Super Shlorpian Janiz suddenly flies off. Then, Super Shlorpian Janiz manage to recieved Korvo’s Super Shlorpian spirit as they all gasp in surprise. She puts in a Shlorp crest box and puts it in there. She then flies to Mega Mundane Mighton who is crying over Mega Mundane Quasarblast.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: KORVO! IT’S ME, YOUR SISTER! JANIZ!

Mega Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: No way! Janiz?! You’re the hooded person?! What are you doing on Earth?!

Mega Mundane Quasarblast looks at Super Shlorpian Janiz and gasps.

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: J-Janiz? breathing heavenly Wh-what? But how-

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Korvo, did you seal your spirit last year?

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Yeah. But-

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Oh no! No! Korvo! You can’t seal it away! It’s your lifesource!

The others gasp.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Wh-when did you seal it away?

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: coughs out blood When I was rescuing Terry from the planet Emeraldon…

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Oh god! This isn’t good!

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: What are you saying Janiz? I mean Auntie Janiz?! I’m sorry I’m just so happy to see my aunt for the first time! Korvo mention about you a lot!

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Without his Super Shlorpian form, Korvo will die! Korvo, you need to let it out!

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Wh-what… it’s always been part of me…

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Yes! Since your 13th birth-a-day! It’s been running in our family for generations!

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: I-I’m fine. I-

Mega Mundane Quasarblast starts coughing and wheezing blood as the others grow distraught. Super Shlorpian Janiz then soothes Mega Mundane Quasarblast as he starts crying in pain.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: If you want to live, you need to unleash your Super Shlorpian form.

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: I-I…

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Please Korvo… you have to trust me… this is our lifesource.. you’re dying and you have to let the spirit back in you… please trust me… we don’t wanna lose you…

Mega Mundane Quasarblast suddenly feels an unfamiliar energy within him. As Super Shlorpian Janiz opens the box, the spirit flies back into Mega Mundane Quasarblast as he feels the Mundane spirit heading out of his body. Then, as Quasarblast fully heals, his body undergoes a monstrous transformation as his mega mundane form fades since the spirit was knocked out of it. Then, Quasarblast gains horns and wings as he shrinks down to normal size, but his skin is still black, he still remains bigger and muscular and his eyes still glow aquamarine. He then roars as he pants. Mega Mundane Mighton shrinks back to normal size as he gasp.

Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Honey?

Super Shlorpian Quasarblast growls in pleasure his life is revived and he flex his arms as he grins

Super Shlorpian Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Oooooh yeeess! I feeel goooood!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T, Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl, Pupa Solar-Opposites/The Mighty Pupa and Sonya Solar-Opposites/Nighthowler: KORVO!

Super Shlorpian Quasarblast laughs with tears in his eyes. The kids then embrace their father as Mundane Mighton joins in on the hug. The other Mighty Solars cheered but then notices the 5 Teenage Witches still wrecking havoc while Black Mirror laughs evilly.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: So… show me how you Mighty Solars do when evil comes

Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Oh hell yeah!

Super Shlorpian Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Mighty Solars, let’s save our town! carries Mundane Mighton in his arms

Mundane Mighton blushes. The other Mighty Solars follow their leaders as the two superhero monster alien husbands develops courage in their faces. Super Shlorpian Janiz then notices the kids.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Hey those must be your kids! notices Nighthowler But who is she?

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Quasarblast: Oh, this is Sonya. She’s our adopted daughter.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: gasp As in, I’m an aunt?! Again?!

Super Shlorpian Korvo laughs.

Sonya Solar-Opposites/Nighthowler: Cool! I never have an aunt before! What are your powers like? Ice breath? Do you have laser eyes or now? What do you do for fun?

Super Shlorpian Janiz laughs.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: I think I’m gonna like you and your siblings… then sees the other Mighty Solars Oh, those be other Mighty Solars too! Friends of yours?!

Randall/Blackhole: Yes!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: And teachers and neighbors and classmates too!

Jesse/Fung-irl: So is my brother’s boyfriend and now my girlfriend!

Spikerella blushes.

Stacy G/Spikerella: That’s me

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Nice!

Mark Melner/Laserblast: Nice to meet you finally! Yumyulack told me about you! I’m also his boyfriend Mark!

Vil-Gil-An-T blushes.

Super Shlorpian Janiz: Wow. What have you guys been doing all this time?

Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: It’s a long story!

Super Shlorpian Quasarblast looks away embarassed.

Super Shlorpian Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: Yeah. You won’t believe a year we have, big sis!

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The Satanic Temple's co-owner "Lucien Greaves" hates Detroit (and the "colored" people in it)

Via The.Satanic.Wiki

On Sept. 11, 2003, future co-owner of The Satanic Temple Doug “Lucien Greaves” Misicko, his friend and collaborator Shane Bugbee, and Shane Bugbee’s wife Amy Stocky hosted a 24-hour Internet radio stream with guests and callers to mark the release of their new edition of the proto-fascist manifesto Might Is Right. The following year, Doug Misicko continued to appear on Internet radio streams with Shane and Amy. “The ABCs of the Alphabet” was one such program. This is an excerpt from one of those recordings.

CW: anti-Black racism

Full transcript:

06:06 Amy Bugbee

Doug from Detroit.

06:07 Shane Bugbee

Yeah.

06:09 Doug Misicko

And it's every bit as foul as they say it is. (Shane Bugbee: Detroit?) Oh, fuck yeah. It was worse when I was a kid. You know, they used to have Devil's Night. Full swing. (Shane Bugbee: Oh, another D!) Yeah they burn they burn that city down, every year. And I was hoping they would burn it down again. Pistons won, but, you were just telling me — I didn't even hear the news — nine people got shot...

06:34 Shane Bugbee

But about the Devil's Night. When did that stop? Because that was going on until about fucking what, four or five years ago?

06:40 Doug Misicko

Yeah! It was going strong. Everybody go out and fucking burn down-

06:43 Shane Bugbee

Maybe eight years ago, huh? (Doug Misicko: It was a you know-) When me and Amy was first getting married and stuff like that. We went through Detroit and there was shit that was on fire. And it wasn't no Devil's Night. It was like Tuesday, June 3, or something and fucking shit was on fire.

06:56 Doug Misicko

Or shit was burned all the time. I was in a hospital in Detroit once, and I looked out from my room. And I got a good view of the city and I could see a couple houses burning. I mean, you think there'd be nothing left to burn in this fucking place? (Shane Bugbee: And it's not just Devil's Night.) Oh, no. It is like arson capital? It's where it's at. I mean- (Shane Bugbee: Fucking jeez.) But sometimes, I've heard different stories. I've heard sometimes it's people collecting, I don't know, like the landlord protect- you know, collecting property value somehow by burning his place down. or concerned citizens burning down a crack house because it's been condemned, and nobody's going to do anything about it. And other times, it's just silly little shits running around lighting shit on fire because that's what they want to do.

07:38 Shane Bugbee

Hey, I saw the Eminem 8 Mile movie. They burned a building down in there.

07:41 Doug Misicko

And it was a good deed.

07:43 Shane Bugbee

Yeah, well, yeah. What a dick.

07:44 Doug Misicko

Yeah. And best thing you can do to Detroit is burn it all down.

07:51 Shane Bugbee

And why is that Doug? Is it the coloreds?

07:54 Doug Misicko

Yeah, the place is just a shithole. I mean, they're not gonna do anything with it. Fuck it. We should carpet-bomb it and start again.

#the satanic temple #lucien greaves #abcs of the alphabet #detroit #anti-Black racism #satanism

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killerandhealerqueen · 2 years

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Another AU idea, you say? Hmmm, what's it about? Shout into the void for us hehe.

Also, the ideas switch in your brain seems to have been permanently left on. It could've picked a time you weren't so busy lol.

Haha, you a real one for this, bestie. And yeah, my brain could have picked a better time, but it always does this so I am...unfortunately, used to it.

Anyways. This is gonna be long, so it's going under the cut

So, the new au I originally had planned was an Android Au, sort of like Detroit Becomes Human, you know? Where Chen Yuzhi would be an android that has to work with Jiang Yuelou, who's a cop and hates androids. But then I realized I sort of already did that idea when I wrote The Demon and the Angel and I'm like...I don't really want to write the same story again and I don't know enough about androids/robotics to make the story...believable? Like, I haven't actually played Detroit Becomes Human, I just know about it from tumblr and from youtube gameplays. So...scrapped that idea.

And then, and then! My brain was like...how about that Demon-Dragon King au you did a while back with Demon-Dragon King!Jiang Yuelou and God of Healing!Chen Yuzhi and I'm like...you fucking right. Except I changed it to where Jiang Yuelou is now just a dragon who offers protection over a land and so every year, the kingdom sends up a girl to act as a sacrifice so that the dragon will continue to give them protection.

However, that whole system is completely dashed when Chen Yuzhi, a humble doctor, actually finds a dragon in a clearing while searching for herbs and roots to use for his medicines and realizes that the dragon's wing is torn. He takes a step forward and the dragon tells him to go away but he offers to stitch the wing for him. The dragon allows him to do so and after the wing is stitched, the dragon leaves (without saying thank you because you know, dragons).

Anyways, Chen Yuzhi goes back to the kingdom after he gets what he needs, only to be dragged to the palace and told that the dragon itself wants him to be its sacrifice. Chen Yuzhi is a little shocked and everyone is just sort of...agreeing with this and he's like "Don't I get a say?" and an elder just backhands him for being insolent and uh...oof. The sky starts to rumble and the ground shakes and then a person appears and they are not happy. They're like "you dare hit my consort" and everyone's just like whom the fuck until they realize, oh shit the dragon. So the dragon goes over and helps Chen Yuzhi up and then glares at the elders, warning them that if they ever hurt Chen Yuzhi again, he's raining fire down upon the kingdom.

They then leave and Chen Yuzhi is like "you're not...actually gonna rain down fire, right?" The dragon just sort of laughs and says no, he won't, not if Chen Yuzhi doesn't want him to. Chen Yuzhi then asks his name and the dragon replies that he doesn't have one, so Chen Yuzhi gives him one: Jiang Yuelou. Jiang Yuelou is rather happy with the name, just as a mother with a sick baby comes running over to them and asks Chen Yuzhi to take a look at her child.

So he does and Jiang Yuelou follows, leaning against the frame of the door as Chen Yuzhi tells the mother to come back in an hour, that her baby will be better by then. The mother agrees and leaves, causing Jiang Yuelou to look at Chen Yuzhi in confusion and ask if it would have been better for the mother to stay. Chen Yuzhi just laughs and says he doesn't want the mother to see what he's about to do before he places two fingers to the baby's forehead and heals it. Jiang Yuelou is shocked and demands to know what he is, only to have Chen Yuzhi laugh and assure him that he's human. Jiang Yuelou just gives him a look and tells him that humans can't heal people nor can their eyes glow. So what is he. Chen Yuzhi smiles and tells him that he's a god, of sorts. A healing god. Jiang Yuelou is shocked before he smiles, rather happy, because he was afraid that he was going to outlive Chen Yuzhi but seeing as that he's a god, he's not so worried.

They have other conversations, like about the sacrifices that were sent every year (Jiang Yuelou tells him that dragons don't eat humans and that he sent the girls to live in other countries or other lands so that they wouldn't have to go home and face the shame from the elders as the elders would blame them for bringing misfortune upon the land because they came home), about Chen Yuzhi being his consort (Chen Yuzhi is his first and only consort and he won't take another), and other things.

And then shit starts to get angsty when a princess from another land comes to offer herself up as the sacrifice to the dragon, only to find out that the dragon has already taken a sacrifice/consort. The princess (Zhao Moqing because who else would it be) is not happy and demands to know just who the person is that the dragon chose and the king tells her Chen Yuzhi. She then orders her servants and guards to find him and bring him to her.

So the guards go and do that and when a guard finds Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou heading home for the evening, and the guard asks Chen Yuzhi if he's Chen Yuzhi, which he tells him that he is. The guard then tries to grab him (stupid idea, really), only to have Jiang Yuelou grab his arm and squeeze, shattering every bone in it (because dragon strength). Chen Yuzhi quickly heals the guard and tells him to get lost before Jiang Yuelou does something worse to him before he and Jiang Yuelou have a bit of an argument about Jiang Yuelou being a little too overprotective. The argument quickly ends after Jiang Yuelou admits that Chen Yuzhi is the first person he actually wants to take care of and protect so that's why he's being so overprotective and Chen Yuzhi's like huh...that's new (he's so used to protecting/healing others that he's not used to someone protecting him).

Anyways, I haven't finished outlining/writing the rest of the au but basically Zhao Moqing does end up kidnapping Chen Yuzhi and torturing him (because she's supposed to be the sacrifice, not him) and then Jiang Yuelou comes and saves him (because of course he does. No one kidnaps a dragon's consort and thinks they're gonna get away with it). Jiang Yuelou does destroy Zhao Moqing (I don't think I'm going to have him destroy the kingdom, too many innocent lives and Chen Yuzhi wouldn't want him to do that) and somehow I'll finish it off all fluffy and cute.

But yeah, that's the new au. I really hyperfixated on this one, which is why it's much more detailed than the Mafia au and the Soulmate au that you asked about before...need to jump back on those...after this one is done.

But thank you again for asking!

#sass answers #qm edition #sass talks about her writing

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