#possessed jack kennedy

[toringo]

Funny silly men

The possessed Jack in the right corner was made in collab with @aldosesweets​

[laidback-thrills]

Jack Kennedy

[ourpleboy]

man

[diabolical-purple-devil]

Oh god this was late but Goretober 2 : Decay featuring Jack Kennedy/ Old Sport from Dsaf (Legacy ending)

[kennelkorn]

Jack kennedy if he possessed the puppet .. . reluctant caretaker of the lost spirits

[scarfacemarston]

Could you maybe probably sort of kind of pretty please with a cherry on top write a Natasha x reader? Wlw preferred but nbreader is cool too. Maybe like a prank fic? I love pranks so much they bring so much serotonin into my veins 💋💋💋

Natasha x F! Reader prank people

Warnings: LOTS of cussing from Rumlow because that's just the type of guy he is. Takes place before the Hydra reveal. You loved a lot of things about Natasha. Who wouldn’t love the woman? You were the luckiest gal in the world to call her your partner. You loved how many layers she had to her and felt honored to see the softer, more playful side of her. Not many people knew that she had a penchant for pranks. It was quite simple for her to play pranks on people and let chaos reign because no one ever suspected it was the severe and stoic Black Widow.

Sometimes, she would prank people and give the most mischievous and playful smile -reserved only for you.

Well, there came a time when you wanted to join in. After all, it was a fun new way for you two to bond as a couple. Natasha quirked an eyebrow at your request but accepted it anyway.

Some of her favorite targets included Isaac Murphy, Brock Rumlow, and the IT guy from the 7th floor of the Shield Headquarters.

“You remember that I like to play the long game here, right? No salt in the sugar container or pie in the face antics. That’s child’s play. No, I want them to be either very confused, suffering or both. You can handle that, can’t you?” Natasha said with a quick of her lips. You scoffed.

“Of course I can! I have some ideas of my own, you know.” You defended yourself. Natasha crossed her arms. “Well this I have to hear.” “Well, I hate Brock Rumlow, too. I have a simple, but obnoxious prank on him, but he might tear up the room.” You warned.

“Hm, if it’s too awful, I’ll have to hear his loud mouth whining about it. Save your best idea for him to make it worth it.” Natasha thought aloud.

“Okay, will do. This Murphy guy, you have his email and number, right? Why not sign him up for the most famous mega church we can find? Joel Olsteen or Kenneth Copland, like that!.”

“He’s suspicious. I’m not sure what is off about him, but I will find out. But, not a bad idea, but I think we can do worse.”

“I’m getting there! What about various political campaigners? We could do Obama, Romney, Kennedy and even more local politicians. I receive those emails and texts daily despite donating to a Green Party campaign six years ago. That’s just one! Imagine how horrible three or more would be!” You enthused.

Natasha grinned. “Not bad, but I really want him to suffer.” “I was thinking we could give his name to various military recruiters? ” You suggested. “I’ll suggest his name to a multi-level marketing group so they can try to recruit him, too. Not bad for your first prank.” Nat said, hugging you from behind. “I think we can do even better.” Nat muttered in your ear.

“Okay, for Rumlow - I was thinking we trick him into thinking there’s somebody who takes his desk during the night shift. Uses his chair, desk, everything.” You said, a grin curling on your features. “Hm, sounds promising. Go on” She murmured. “Well, I was thinking we move his stuff around every day before he comes in. Maybe lay a crossword puzzle or newspapers scattered in the morning that look read? Move his pens, and everything else!” You laughed. Natasha nodded in approval. I think we should leave half-eaten bags of chips, half-drunk water bottles, and candy wrappers so he thinks someone has been eating there. That will get him. He’s quite possessive with his stuff.” Nat suggested. You gasped. “Oh, he’s going to hate that.” “Yep. And to end it up, we can have multiple files on his computer that look like they’re from Murphy, Jack Rollins and Sitwell. All of them sometimes work the night shifts.” Nat laughed as she turned to face you. ‘Imagine the fights!”

“I’ll be sure to tape them, don’t you worry, love,” Natasha said, tapping your nose.

It wasn’t long until Natasha invited you to have lunch with her at a SHIELD gathering. It was a relaxed affair where nothing intelligence-related was discussed. A few other SHIELD members invited their partners or children as well.

Natasha smirked as she took her seat next to you and placed a plate of sandwiches and milkshakes on the table for you to share.

“Might as well have something to eat while we enjoy the show. Murphy looks like he’s going to have a mental breakdown. His phone has been going off all day to the point that Rumlow threatened to break it, and Maria Hill threatened to take disciplinary action."

At that moment, you heard the buzz of a cellphone receiving a notification…and another…and another.

“They won’t leave me alone!” Murphy whined.

“Shut that damn phone up, or I’m smashing it. I don’t give a fuck about any “disciplinary action.”

“It’s the number, you idiot. Not the phone!” Murphy said, raising his voice.

“Then change the fucking number!” Rumlow raised his voice.

“I can’t! I have too many accounts associated with it! I’d have to start all over!” Murphy whined.

Rollins tromped over, glaring at Murphy. “

All of us are plotting your death, Murphy.” Rollins snapped as he pulled Rumlow by the shoulder away.

“Come on, let’s get you a beer.” Rollins muttered.

“I need more than a damn beer,” Rumlow muttered, stomping off. Soon, the noise was annoying, even the two of you.

Finally, Maria Hill herself made her way over, snatching the phone from Murphy’s hand. “You’re on thin ice, kid,” Hill said, pointing at his face.

Murphy sat, slumping into his chair. “It’s not my fault!” he whined.

You and Natasha exchanged looks as you slipped on your milkshake, stealing one of Natasha’s fries.

“I have to admit, I was close to breaking his phone myself.” Nat admitted.

“Yeah, this might have backfired on us.”

“But it is great to see them at each other’s throats. It distracts them from bothering Steve and I,” Natasha said, stopping your hand from stealing another fry.

“I could have bought you fries, you know.” Nat laughed.

“But I so enjoy stealing yours!” You smiled.

~~~~~ A week later, you received a text from Natasha. “Calling you in a second. Need you to hear this. Need to be silent, though.” “Ok” And with that, your phone began to ring. You picked up immediately only to hear shouting and cursing in the background…from a very familiar voice. It was most certainly Rumlow who had become fed up with the idea of someone “stealing his shit in his space.”

“If I find out which piece of shit is using my desk, I’m going to dismember them! Slowly!” Rumlow bellowed.

You heard a second voice. “No one sits there! Calm down there, alpha male. It’s your space.” Rollins snarked.

“Then where the fuck is this shit coming from? You work the night shift! Why are there files from you, Murphy and Sitwell? “ he shouted.

“Yeah, Over there. That’s how I know no one sits there. I don't know how they got that, Rumlow. I didn't do it." Rollins defended.

“Where did this come from? Or this?” - the sound of objects being thrown came through the phone.”

“Fine, ask Murphy!”

You hear another voice in the background.

“That asshole is on thin ice. If it’s him, good luck finding the body.” Rumlow growled.

“It wasn’t me! I quit working nights last month!” Murphy squeaked.

“That leaves Sitwell, then.” You heard Rollins speak up.

You heard Rumlow growl. “Damn it. That nerd is higher on the ladder than we are…but how about we pay the dweeb a visit anyway?” You heard Rumlow’s voice fade in the background.

You heard Natasha’s voice. “I hope you’re proud of yourself and the chaos you caused,” Nat said, snickering.

“Oh, so proud! I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this, though.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I can handle a few mens’ fragile egos and I can drown them out pretty well. I have to say, you impressed me with your pranks. I might need to watch out…but just know that any pranks you play on me, I’ll get you back with a vengence.” Nat warned.

“….. okay, then it will only be fun ones then! A surprise room of puppies, or baklava randomly appearing in places.” You appeased. Nat gave one of her rare laughs.

“I can live with that. Let’s give the boys a break for now, but we are definitely going to prank them again. Maybe we’ll go after new targets. I have to go. Dinner at Demo’s tonight, same time as usual?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Love you, Tasha.”

“Love you, Y/N”.

[fonulyn]

for @kreonweek day 1: First encounter.

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“Jack Krauser, right?” What was probably the prettiest man in the damn universe asked, smiling as he looked at Krauser from those bright blue eyes, calm as if they weren’t about to set out on a mission that could mean they’d both be brought home in bodybags. “My name is Leon. It’s good to have your support on this one.”

At first Krauser only grunted, grabbing the offered hand, pleasantly surprised by the strength of the grip. “Are you sure I won’t be the sole muscle on this?” he asked, unable to keep himself from poking and prodding and teasing. “Looks like you’re straight out of middle school.”

Apparently Leon was used to that as he didn’t even react, unless one counted the littlest huff. “You’ll be eating those words later,” he said, a hint of a grin curving his lips. “That’s a promise.”

Interesting, Krauser thought, immediately intrigued. This was going to be worth his time, the mission be damned, Leon himself had already piqued his curiosity enough. He followed the man, holding back his questions for now, just observing. And the more he saw the more curious he got.

In all his years in the military, Krauser had never quite met anyone like Leon Scott Kennedy. Sure there had been pretty boys who surprised everyone with their strength and sadistic streak, and sure there had been kids who looked like they’d snap in two but ended up being vicious on the field. Krauser had known for years that judging a book by its cover was a very, very stupid thing to do.

But even then, there was something about Leon that defied all expectations. There was a kind of softness to him that didn’t end up pulling him down, but worked to his advantage. There was a kind of earnestness to him that Krauser didn’t know what to do with, as he followed Leon through that jungle, with laughably little information about what they were going to face in there.

Leon was an enigma, and Krauser wanted to peel back every single layer until he’d get to the truth. And it didn’t help that Leon was drop dead gorgeous, too. Something possessive reared its head within Krauser’s gut the first second one of those walking corpses almost managed to get its hands on Leon, and Krauser didn’t quite shake out of it before he was on his knees, his knuckles bloody and the attacker a warm puddle on the ground.

Whatever that feeling was, from then on it refused to die. Krauser put his life on the line for Leon, not even the mission anymore, but Leon. He threw himself into the fight recklessly, obsessively, without another thought. Too recklessly, as it turned out when pain exploded in his consciousness, one wrong move leading to the worst injury of his career.

Even then Krauser couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Leon kissed it better. He let himself fall right into the mystery that was Leon, let himself get lost in the feverish kisses and wandering touches, let himself sink right into that willing body and the pleasure it offered.

Maybe it was time for a change, Krauser told himself. Maybe Leon was what he’d been meant to find.

In more ways than one, that first meeting changed the course of Krauser’s life forever.

[mychoombatheroomba]

Hunter and Hunted

Disavowed (Krauser x GN! Reader/Krauser x Leon) - Chapter 3

2002

Krauser learns why Leon was sent to Mixcóatl, and danger makes itself apparent.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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June 29th, 2002

11:01 

Mixcóatl, Amazon Rainforest

“What the hell are you doing here?” That was really the only question that mattered. Krauser asked it as soon as he and Leon righted themselves, as soon as they realized they could maybe take a moment. Krauser knew better than anyone that the jungle was just as much a death trap as the village nearby, but still, he needed to know. He needed to know why he was staring at Leon fucking Kennedy of all people, why he’d arrived minutes after Jack had been forced to kill the last of his men. He would know.

Any clever remark was drowned in the tide of confusion that washed over Leon’s face, and Krauser was given another question in place of an answer as the shorter man took up his fallen pistol. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

It wasn’t the first time the rookie had said something that pissed Krauser off, though this time, admittedly, it was through no fault of his own. No, rather, it was the fact that he was even asking that set fire to Krauser’s heart. Had they - that ever-present and all-powerful they - dropped this man in the jungle in hostile territory without telling him what he’d be facing? What had killed the men he was being sent to reinforce? 

Or had they not told Leon of Krauser’s presence for another reason? 

“They didn’t say I was here?” The Major felt like he was only now realizing the extent of the trap they’d set for him. “They didn’t tell you about the whole fucking team they sent down here?” 

That confusion only rose, enough to drown any other emotion on Leon’s, but it was gone in a moment. Something else took its place then, a far cry from the bright-eyed rookie Krauser had been saddled with training, once. This expression . . . it was a grim acceptance. One highlighted by dark circles framing those once-bright eyes. “No,” he shook his head. “No, they didn’t.”  

Krauser’s own eyes narrowed, and he fought back the urge to snarl. To rage at nothing and everything and tear the whole world apart.  

Leon wasn’t here to reinforce him. He was never meant to find Krauser in the first place. No one was. 

All at once, Krauser’s suspicions were confirmed, the nightmare he’d feared becoming reality. 

He’d been cast aside. He and nine other men and women. Not just ignored but brushed under the rug completely. They hadn’t said that he and his team were there in Mixcóatl because they didn’t want them found. 

“You weren’t sent here alone?” Leon asked, dread weighing down his words. 

Krauser’s own words tasted of bile. “No. There were ten of us.” Ten people who had been sent here to die. 

Leon didn’t need to be told that Krauser was all that remained. That much was clear from his expression. 

No time to mourn. Not now. Mourning wouldn’t put Javier Hidalgo in the ground.

“So what did they tell you?” Krauser asked, 

The younger man’s full lips pressed tightly together, his eyes wavering in focus for a moment under the heat of Krauser’s stare. “That Javier Hidalgo was in possession of bioweapons,” he began, “and that someone from Umbrella was his supplier. I’m supposed to confirm that and bring the Umbrella contact in alive for questioning.” 

Krauser finally understood what people meant when they talked about having the rug pulled out from under them. The whole world seemed to be tilting as Leon spoke, skewing to some awful new perspective. One that Leon was heralding to him. Ever the man to make Krauser’s world just a little darker, wasn’t he? 

No, that wasn’t fair. Krauser could almost hear your voice in his mind reminding him of that. There were many people to blame in this, and Leon Kennedy wasn’t one of them. 

Didn’t help, though, that he hadn’t even been sent to kill the man who’d caused all this carnage and destruction. 

They hadn’t sent Leon here for him, they’d sent him for someone else. Someone they wanted-

“Alive?” 

Leon nodded, even with the Major’s anger flaring in front of him . . .

He didn’t get the chance to speak whatever words were forming in his throat. Not when the crack of branches nearby made both men freeze. Krauser’s gaze turned towards the tree line, the shadows that he knew from experience could hold any horror imaginable. And he knew, even if he couldn’t see what it was, that they were being watched. 

Too much noise. 

They’d been making too much noise and-

Focus. He’d often berated Leon with that word, and now he was the one who needed to be reminded of it. They were in the shit now, they had to deal with it first and foremost. The anger could wait. It could simmer, or spark like a long fuse burning down towards something. That was all he could afford because it wasn’t just his safety he had to account for, now. For better or worse, Leon was with him. 

And regardless of how things had turned out, Krauser knew that you would never forgive him if Leon Kennedy’s name was added to the list weighing on his conscience. 

He knew that he’d never forgive himself, either. 

So, Krauser’s hand came up, forming signals that he’d taught the man in front of him, all those years ago. Signals any soldier should know. Freeze. Leon obeyed, the two of them scanning their surroundings. When no more noise followed, Krauser made more signals. Forward. Danger. And then one that Krauser and the STRATCOM recruits he’d trained had come to know well. Bioweapons. Leon didn’t miss a beat, because of course he didn’t. He just nodded, the grip on his pistol tightening. 

They moved through the foliage - Leon was quieter, now. Taking care to step where Krauser stepped, to silence his footfalls as best he could. He didn’t need to be told of the danger. Few in the world understood it better. 

Even so, Krauser found himself wanting to look back more than he should, feeling like the jungle was pressing in around them, its sounds hiding any and all number of threats. 

They needed to get out, and there was only one place that Krauser could think to go; the village that he and his men had made their way towards when they first arrived. The same one they’d only barely reached, before the nightmare had begun. The one they’d been routed from, driven deeper into the jungle.

And in that jungle, they’d been torn apart. 

No, the village was the best bet, overrun or not. He and Leon just had to get there alive. 

Alive. 

They wanted the Umbrella scientist alive. 

They wanted Javier alive. Or at least weren’t targeting him anymore. 

And they’d left Krauser and his men for dead. 

You’re an asset to them. Hadn’t he told Leon that, once? And now-

Focus. 

He had to forge that anger into something useful. He’d done it before. He’d trained his entire life to learn to do it. Compartmentalize. Lock it away. Forget their faces because if he didn’t, another would be on his conscience. It didn’t matter if he was being burned up from the inside. It didn’t matter if he hadn’t slept or eaten or taken more than a few moments of rest. 

He had to do this. He needed to do this. 

He needed to get out of this jungle. To find Javier. To make him pay. To keep Leon-

Another distant crack, this one resounding through the trees like the distant thunder of an impending storm.

Krauser looked back just in time to see the forest move. 

His knife was drawn, and his gun aimed in an instant because he knew an instant might be all they had. Leon did the same, ducking out of the way as something flew from the tree line. In a flutter of wings, the birds cut through the thick air, flitting past Leon’s head in a panic. 

Mercifully, there were no talons to sink into flesh, no razor beaks to tear at skin. Only animals taking flight. 

They weren’t the only ones. 

As the two pressed on, more and more animals crossed their path. Monkeys swinging through the trees, more birds fleeing . . . all coming from the same direction. The same direction Krauser had come from himself, before he’d been forced to put Barnes down. 

The same direction the cracking of branches was coming from. 

They had to move. 

Get to the village. That was what they had to do. 

Krauser moved a little faster now, after hearing more noises from the trees. As he felt that undeniable weight of something being close to them. A presence lingering on the edges of his perception, one that made him grip his weapons tighter. 

Leon fell in closer, his presence at Krauser’s back doing little to calm the Major’s nerves. Two sets of eyes were better than one, but two lives to safeguard . . . 

Another snapping of branches. 

That noise was getting further away from the sound of it. Still, Krauser didn’t let himself hope for the best. 

How could he, when only a few minutes later he found himself stopping in his tracks? 

Leon fell in at his side, those blue eyes going wide as the two beheld the warning written into the forest before them; a great swath of the jungle in front of them, maybe three or four feet wide and so long it disappeared into the trees on either side of them, was flattened, leaves and branches crushed into the mud. The path of the indentation curved and twisted like the bends of a river, carving a shallow ditch into the damp ground. Krauser’s brow pinched tight, his mind already coming to a terrible conclusion about what could have carved its signature into the earth like this. 

That was when he realized, with his belly going cold, that the noise of the forest had stopped. Not just the snapping of wood, but the birds, the calls of other animals . . . all of it had given way to a terrible, still silence. 

Krauser’s jaw tightened, his body feeling that familiar tension of getting ready for a fight, because after days of this, he knew that was what was coming. He’d been sent into this rainforest as a hunter, but now he was little more than prey. Him and Leon both. So, he looked to his side, to where Leon stood, just as tense. Just as ready for anything - his eyes sharp and his mind focused in a way that Krauser himself had honed in him. He didn’t look the part of the rookie anymore.

It made for a peculiar picture as orange flitted down from the sky on gentle wings. 

The butterfly did nothing to disturb the silence as it fluttered past Krauser and towards Leon. It wasn’t bothered by the two men, both of them perfectly still, and flew around, landing on Leon’s shoulder opposite the Major. There it fluttered its wings once. Twice. Like the flashing of lights in warning. 

And Krauser’s eyes widened as movement of another sort shifted in the shadows of the trees. 

There was a hiss, a final crack of wood splintering, and then death sprung at them with too-wide open jaws.

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A/N: Had to include the butterfly from the original story, as well as a little spin on the snake 😁

[magicaltear]

How many have you read?

The BBC estimates that most people will only read 6 books out of the 100 listed below. Bold the titles you’ve read.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkein 3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 6 The Bible 7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte 8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens 11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks 18 Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger 19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger 20 Middlemarch – George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell 22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald 23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens 24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams 26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh 27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll 30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis 34 Emma – Jane Austen 35 Persuasion – Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne 41 Animal Farm – George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving 45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy 48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding 50 Atonement – Ian McEwan

51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel 52 Dune – Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth 56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens 58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck 62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens 72 Dracula – Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses – James Joyce 76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal – Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession – AS Byatt 81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens 82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchel 83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery 93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks 94 Watership Down – Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl 100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

As found in the original post I saw by @macrolit

My total: 43/100

[jackandthevoidstriders]

hey can i get like the lore of the blog that hasnt been said in the intro post

((-Jack’s eye is Henry’s eye; Henry’s in there, having mutated into some crazed void demon after his death.

-The gang was revived by a mysterious entity of the Void called The Something- they’re sort of an arbiter of sorts. They get a kick out of bullying the Kennedys

-The Voidstriders, the hate-filled demonic monstrosities, are fragments of what remains of Henry’s soul. They are unstable, violent, and most are incapable of reason. They are each analogous with a member of the Kennedy family as well as Dave and Steven, however, they predate the Kennedy’s revival. The actual purpose of their creation is not yet known, however, they all have the directive of hunting down the Kennedys one by one.

-Two have been killed so far. The one analogous to Dee, and the one analogous to Peter.

-Funnily enough? This blog has been around since November, and only four days have passed for the Kennedys and company. Lot of fluff in between actual plot.

-Marshall Jade is Randy’s slightly Joy of Creation obsessed father; a well off individual whom was one of the engineers responsible for the Dialup.

-Dave belongs to a species called Void Scuttlers; native to the void and typically hardened survivors. He is a half-scuttler, having a now-deceased human father and a mother who disappeared

-There is another Void Scuttler whom lives in the Kennedy home, Emily. Having grown up in the Void, Emily is much more grizzled and indivialistic than Dave is.

-Peter’s had to have been revived by The Something twice now. He was murdered first by a possessed Jack, and the result was a husk named Scott. (As he had his head factory reset), and the second time he lost his phone head entirely.

-Dee, Oliver, and Randy are all friends whom go to high school together.

-There’s also another half-scuttler, Emma, living in Dialtown (I think I’m gonna retcon her being Dave’s sibling. See this? This is me retconning it rn)

-The Stranger is the reasonable part of Henry’s soul, having been separated from the rest of it after the death of the Voidstrider that contains it.

-Realizing now that this is a ridiculous convoluted plotline.

-If anyone else wants to chime in they can!! I most definitely forgot a lot. I’m doing my Calc homework rn

[dsaf-confessions]

I need to talk about my dsaf pokemon au. I will post a ton about it on my main but I just need to like..

Jack Kennedy - Orange-tinted clefairy when alive, died and became a Gengar. Paints himself to look like how he used to.

Peter Kennedy- Red-tinted clefable when alive, died and became a Rotom which then was forced into possessing a Rotary Phone.

Dee Kennedy - Peach-tinted cleffa when alive, died and forced to become a Banette.

Dave Miller - Born as a single purple exeggcute, then kicked out from his sibling clutch. Taken in by Henry where he then evolved into Alolan Exeggutor.

Henry Miller - Grumpig, very interested in the study of Ghost-types.

Steven Stevenson - Lucario, then died and forced to become a Rotom like all the other phoneys.

Blackjack: help i have no idea

- The Real Fredbear Anon

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[joan-of-darc]

I was writing a joanfk fic way before season 2 came out. I only finished one chapter and I wrote the beginning of the second, so I thought I’d share that full chapter here. I might write more of it one day and make it in a universe where the events of s2 didn’t happen

The title was “your stupid face”, based on the song by Kaden MacKay

John F Kennedy is many things. He’s very strong and possesses an almost brutish physical quality. He’s incredibly athletic, being on the basketball, football, soccer, and cross country teams all at once. He’s obsessed with his looks and regularly keeps a mirror and comb on hand. He’s popular almost to the point of celebrity with guys stopping to fist bump him and girls throwing themselves at his feet. He is the “it” guy of Clone High High School.

But most of all, he’s a massive, colossal, enormous, total asshole.

He always came into class late with no regard for his classmates, laughing loudly as he slowly took his seat. He almost never paid attention to the class materials and often relied on Cleopatra for notes and extra help. He was constantly making sexual innuendos, occasionally at a classmate’s expense, and never took anything seriously.

Joan of Arc hated him. Him and his stupid face.

He was always bothering her. Flirting with her, asking for quiz answers, and generally trying to converse with her.

Everything about him just set her off, bugged her for no reason. One glance at him was enough to agitate Joan and sour her already sullen mood. His skin, although in near perfect condition, disgusted Joan and his boisterous laugh sent a chill down her spine. She despised the Kennedy clone.

Of course, JFK knew this. He wasn’t that dumb, not where it counted. She was the one girl that didn’t fold at his flirtation attempts and was unfazed by the macho jock persona he put on. If he was being honest, that was what pulled him to her, the way she was unafraid and didn’t hesitate to tell him how she felt, even if the feelings were negative.

Jack remained undisturbed when she spat insults in his face, acting as if he was a disgrace to their existence as clones and looking at him as a mosquito under her platformed shoe. Even if she behaved as if she’d rather have a root canal than be nice to him, JFK could tell it went deeper than Joan was letting on, even if she didn’t know it. He knew her, better than she may think.

So he let her hate him.

One day, JFK was walking down the halls of Clone High, girls ogling him and guys greeting him. On any other day, he would have reveled in it, but something else had caught his eye: a flash of magenta hair advancing further and further away.

Joan.

He picked up the pace and jogged over to the school’s resident angsty girl.

“Joan, Joan, hey, Joan!” the presidential clone called out, almost running to catch up to the Catholic martyr.

“What?” Joan snapped, sharply turning her head to glare at the jock. God, he annoyed her. If the world was perfect, you would be gone without a trace, she thought as she scowled at his dumb, blank eyes. But the world would never be that great, so all she could do was hate, loathe, completely despise his stupid face.

“Just wanted to say hi,” he replied sheepishly, flashing an awkward, lopsided smile. Had it been any other girl, he would have his signature charm and swagger, but with Joan, he was like a baby deer stumbling around and trying to find its footing.

“Oh. Well, hi,” she greeted through gritted teeth before rolling her eyes and beginning to walk away.

“Joanie, wait!” JFK exclaimed as he attempted to grab her arm. But the redhead was to swift and turned around at the sound of the nickname.

“Don’t call me that. What do you want, Kennedy?”

“Er…uh.” JFK wasn’t ready for a response. In all honesty, he was expecting her to storm away, maybe sock him, and that would be it, another classic Joan and Jack interaction. But she stayed. And she was looking up at him, albeit with tiny flecks of death in her eyes, and he could feel his heart panging against his chest like a cartoon character. “I was wondering…” he glanced down at the textbook in her hand, “if you could help me study for Mr. Sheepman’s test?”

Joan raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t Cleo usually help you?”

“Yeah, but she, uh, has cheerleading practice all week and barely has time to study for herself.”

Fuck, Joan cursed in her head. She couldn’t, in good conscience, let him fail, even if she abhorred his very being.

So Joan hated herself for her response.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll help you study.”

“Great! Let’s go!” JFK celebrated, tugging on Joan’s arm.

“Wait, right now?” Joan yanked her arm back. “Don’t you have practice?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure, er uh, that they can go one day without me.”

Joan sighed. He must be really desperate, she thought.

“Alright, fine,” Joan spat as she moved towards the school library. JFK initially stepped in the opposite direction, having no idea where the library really was, causing Joan to have to grab his hand in order to lead him the correct way. JFK would be lying if he said the way she grasped his hand in hers didn’t have an effect on him. As a result, he kept nervously glancing down at their joint hands the whole way there.

Joan, on the other hand, was trying not to think about it. She told herself that her face was heating up out of anger, out of her hatred for him. She didn’t have to hold his hand, she knew that, but for reasons she wasn’t ready to explore, she took it.

When the pair arrived at the library, Joan threw JFK’s hand back at him and unloaded her backpack on an empty table. JFK, however, stood there, eyes fixed on his palm. The warmth of Joan’s hand lingered like a phantom, kissing his fingertips gently; it haunted him.

“JFK?” Joan asked, her tone, while not quite as angry as she usually was with him, sounded more irritated, her patience wearing thin. She was waiting on him.

“Yeah?” Shit, shit, shit, he silently cursed to himself. She had given him her time, begrudgingly, and all he could do was stand there and think about the touch of her hand in his and the way she made his heart skip a beat. He had to focus.

JFK nervously sat in the cold, hard seat and opened the history textbook he barely used. The text was a little hard to read, but he figured that was just because he really needed to study.

Joan sighed and turned his book around so that it wasn’t upside down anymore.

“Better?”

“Yeah, er uh, thank you,”

“Can we get started now?” Joan asked, not even trying to hide her contempt anymore. “Now, the test is on chapter seven, that’s World War I. Do you know anything about that war? Anything at all?”

“A little bit.”

“Alright, I’ll go over each section and tell me what you know so I can see where you need help.”

Joan turned to the first section of the chapter and quizzed her classmate.

“What started World War I?”

“The, er uh, assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sophie,” JFK said, forgetting to filter out his answer in the way he normally did. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

“No, that’s- wait. That’s right.” Joan’s eyes widened. “How did you know that?”

“I, uh, pay attention sometimes. Besides, I’m not unfamiliar with assassinations.”

“Oh, right, because of your clone father,” Joan figured.

“And because it has “ass” in it twice!” He cackled at his own joke and began to wipe away a single tear. When he turned to Joan, her look of sympathy turned to one of stone.

“Of course,” Joan rolled her eyes.

As the study session went on, Joan found a new side to her presidential classmate, one she never knew existed. He was…smart? He could be, when he wanted to. His understanding of the war was strong, strong enough that she questioned whether or not he warranted tutoring. He wasn’t as jerky as he let on, at least, not outwardly like in class.

“Kennedy, can I ask you something?” Joan asked as she packed up her bag.

“Sure, Joanie- I mean, Joan.”

“You have a perfect understanding of the materials. Why did you need me to tutor you?”

“Oh…well, I’m not, uh, sure I want to say.”

“Consider it my payment. I stayed after school for you, so tell me.” Joan implored.

“I wanted to, er uh, spend time with you,” JFK mumbled, embarrassed, but clear enough for Joan to hear.

On any other day, this would’ve peeved Joan beyond human comprehension. She would’ve slapped, punched, kicked, or snarled at the Kennedy clone without hesitation. In fact, he was bracing himself for impact as he waited for her to react. But this was a different day, he was different.

Joan didn’t think she liked that very much.

So Joan quickly froze up and sped past her classmate and the spaced out inhabitants of the library and out the door. JFK tried to follow her, to ask if he did something wrong, but by the time he got to the door, the martyr was nowhere to be found.

Joan had turned around the corner before he opened the doors. Her heart was racing, but she told herself it was because she left in such a hurry, not daring to ask why she left so abruptly. That was another thought for another day.

Joan quickly made her way to the exit of the oddly-shaped school and took in a deep breath when she made it outside. She began to walk home and could only think of one thing on her trek to her and Cleo’s shared house.

I hate his stupid face.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Can I get a yandere Jack (DSAF) x chubby fem reader? :3 (I blame you for telling me about this game, I will never forget what you’ve done :])

I will never apologize >:3

🍊 Oh boy.

🍊 Where to start?

🍊 Jack's lost his whole family AND been in a divorce already, so chances are VERY LOW that he'll probably EVER let you go outside.

🍊 You have all you need inside the house anyways.

🍊 You don't need the sun for vitamin C. There are vitamin supplements for that.

🍊 You have food in the house, same with water, and if you REALLY REALLY REEEEEEEAAALLY need sunlight, you can crack open a window.

🍊 Jack monitors all your calls you make with your friends. They don't need to know much about your love life or living situation.

🍊 He's overly possessive and obsessive, needing to know where you are and what you're doing at every minute of the day.

🍊 If he has work, he'll keep an eye on you through security cameras.

🍊 Hell, if he wasn't so possessive, he'd hire a Phone Guy to keep track of you.

🍊 But nobody else can see you.

🍊 Nobody else can have you.

🍊 Because you belong to Jack Kennedy.

🍊 AND NOBODY ELSE.

[evita-shelby]

Hi july for the ssk game:

Is there any active tension within the polycule? If not, has there been tension in the past? How was it resolved? 

When did your OC first know they were polyamorous? 

How does your polycule celebrate holidays? Do they have group events and traditions?

You decide which partner! In my mind is Jack because I don't know if the other two are open to this (Especially Luca), so, it's your choice ❤️❤️

Thanks for sending the ask Flor 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Interesting lol, yeah Jack and Eva would be most likely to have a polycule because Joseph p kennedy slept around with so many famous ladies lol. And while i make au oneshots where eva shares luca or tommy(or they share her), they never happen in the main fic.

National Anthem will have a short term poly relationship with 1920s actress, Gloria Swanson in 1927

Putting the rest under the cut because this shit is long lol

But Eva has been in at least two polycules. One with Antonia and whoever she was dating at the time, amd the other with Diosdado and a fellow adelita named Lourdes who was from Tijuana.

Is there active tension, or has there been a past one?

When did Eva know she was polyam?

There is actuve tension because Eva is extremely jealous and possessive of her partners, and also once the novelty of Gloria fades along with her fame, the Nelsons dump her.

With Lourdes and Diosdado, they would make up after, until Diosdado died in a raid and they decided to break up.

Antonia received radio silence from Eva for dumping her for her cousin, Francisco, from 1919 to 1921.

Eva's best solution for everything is breaking up lol

Eva thought that was just normal, she’d have boyfriends while dating Antonia and love them just as much as she loved antonia. When she was 19 she and Diosdado had a girlfriend named Lourdes who taught Eva how to do the dirty without p in v sex, Lourdes sadly died of consumption shortly after their break up when Eva turned 20.

With Gloria and Jack, Eva met Gloria at the gym run by a hollywood famous trainer and Jack couldn't stop thinking about fucking her at the party thrown to welcome Jack to Hollywood (for business, though these two coudl probably give acting a try). A hookup turned into fwb and then eventually a weird throuple where Gloria is the mistress of both Nelsons.

How do they celebrate holidays?

Since they spent the majority of their childhood together, Eva and Antonia were presumed to be just very close friends lol by their families. With Diosdado and Lourdes, they were in a military camp or wherever they were sent to, so it looked like Lourdes was just chaperoning them even if Panch Villa had like 70 wives at the time.

Gloria is invited to gatherings with the handful of people who know whats going on, they like her so they won't introduce her to the other members of the Riley Clan nor Jack's sister-in-law and Gina.

Do they have group events or traditions?

Eva once went to an orgy with the other members of the polycule where they could for a night they could be out in the open.

Jack, Gloria and Eva love flirting with danger so they've gone to parties, a premiere and on vacation together. There are rumors that they shot a porno(wrong its several) and there's a Renaissance-esque painting of the three of them as Adonis(Jack), Persephone(Eva) and Aphrodite(Gloria) that they will keep even after they break up with her in 1929.

[liminalweirdo]

How many have you read?

The BBC estimates that most people will only read 6 books out of the 100 listed below. Reblog this and bold the titles you’ve read.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkein 3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 6 The Bible 7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte 8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens 11 Little Women – Louisa May Alcott 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks 18 Catcher in the Rye 19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger 20 Middlemarch – George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell 22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald 23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens 24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams 26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh 27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll 30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis 34 Emma – Jane Austen 35 Persuasion – Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne 41 Animal Farm – George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving 45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy 48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding 50 Atonement – Ian McEwan 51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel 52 Dune – Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth 56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens 58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck 62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens 72 Dracula – Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses – James Joyce 76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal – Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession – AS Byatt 81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens 82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchel 83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery 93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks 94 Watership Down – Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl 100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

34 in completion, 47 if you count the ones I started and didn't finish

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[child-of-the-danube]

The BBC estimates that most people will only read 6 books out of the 100 listed below. Reblog this and bold the titles you’ve read.

1. Pride and prejudice - Jane Austen

2. Lord of the Rings - J.R.R. Tolkien

3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë

4. Harry Potter series

5. To kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

6. The Bible

7. Wuthering heights - Emily Brontë (TBR)

8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell

9. His dark material - Philip Pullman

10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

11. Little Women - Louisa M. Alcott

12. Tess of the d'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy

13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller (DNF)

14. Complete works of Shakespeare (TBR)

15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier

16. The Hobbit - J.R.R. Tolkien

17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks

18. Catcher in the Rye

19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffeneger

20. Middlemarch - George Eliot

21. Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell

22. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens

24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy

25. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

26. Brideshead revisited - Evelyn Waugh

27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky

28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens

33. Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis

34. Emma - Jane Austen

35. Persuasion - Jane Austen

36. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis

37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis de Bernieres

39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden

40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne

41. Animal Farm - George Orwell

42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (DNF)

43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving

45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins

46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery

47. Far from the Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy (TBR)

48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood

49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding (TBR)

50. Atonement - Ian McEwan

51. Life of Pi - Yan Martel

52. Dune - Frank Herbert

53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons

54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth

56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon

57. A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (DNF)

58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley (TBR)

59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night -time - Mark Haddon

60. Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck

62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt (TBR)

64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold

65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas (DNF)

66. On the Road - Jack Kerouac

67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy

68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding

69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville (DNF)

71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens

72. Dracula - Bram Stoker

73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett

74. Notes from a Small Island - Bill Bryson

75. Ulysses - James Joyce

76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome

78. Germinal - Emile Zola

79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray

80. Possession - AS Byatt

81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens

82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell

83. The Colour Purple - Alice Walker (TBR)

84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro (TBR)

85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry

87. Charlotte's Web - EB White

88. The Five People You meet in Heaven - Mitch Albom

89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton

91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery

93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks

94. Watership Down - Richard Adams

95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute

97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare

99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl

100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo (DNF)