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[raffarts]

Laios is honestly one of the most unique protagonists in any media

Spoilers below

He’s not a pure-hearted hero who’s all about saving people nor a brooding antihero out for revenge. He isn’t given some special power and the prophecy doesn’t make him any more powerful. He’s still just some guy with a special interest. I’ve never related to a protagonist as much as him 🥹

(Falin is still my favorite Touden tho sorry Laios)

Also to the few people following me for more dungeon meshi, dw I’m still way too attached to the world, but I like too many things so expect a lot of variety

[urdreamydoodles]

Bat-Villains x Reader

You're the new hot and smart underling

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, Two-Face, The Riddler & The Penguin

The Joker

- From the moment you joined the Joker’s ranks, his interest was piqued. Your sharp mind and striking presence stood out amongst the usual riff-raff. “A diamond in the rough!” he declared with a manic grin. Though he initially treated you like any other henchperson, his curious glances and the way he leaned in during conversations hinted at deeper intrigue.

- The Joker quickly made it a point to test your intellect. He threw out riddles mid-conversation, asked for your input on his chaotic plans, and watched with delight as you matched his wit. When you pointed out a flaw in one of his schemes—something no one else dared to do—he clapped his hands and cackled. “I like you,” he said, the words dangerously lighthearted.

- He couldn’t resist pulling you into the spotlight, often assigning you the most high-profile tasks. “Let’s see what you’re really made of!” he’d say with a grin that sent chills down your spine. Success was met with a rare approval, while failure earned a manic lecture or a laugh that felt more threatening than amused.

- Over time, his obsession with you became clear. He’d show up unannounced while you worked, circling you like a predator and commenting on how “refreshingly unpredictable” you were. His attention was both a blessing and a curse, offering protection but also putting you in constant danger of his volatile whims.

- The other henchpeople noticed the Joker’s fixation on you, leading to whispers and jealousy. Some even tried to undermine you, but the Joker put an immediate stop to it. “Nobody touches my little genius,” he’d hiss, his voice icy before switching back to his signature grin.

- Despite his madness, there were moments where his attention bordered on genuine. He’d hand you a gift—a macabre joke of a trinket—and watch your reaction with keen interest. Yet, his affection always felt like a game, a dangerous dance where losing meant the stakes could turn deadly.

Harleen Quinzel aka. Harley Quinn

- Harley was instantly drawn to you when you joined the gang. “Ooh, fresh meat!” she teased, her Brooklyn accent thick with mischief. It didn’t take long for her to notice your sharp mind and how you carried yourself with confidence. “Smart and hot? You’re a triple threat, sugar!” she exclaimed, clearly intrigued.

- Harley loved testing your limits, throwing you into chaotic situations to see how you handled them. Whether it was a high-speed getaway or negotiating with rival criminals, she’d watch you with sparkling eyes, clapping her hands in glee when you exceeded expectations.

- Her flirtation was constant and shameless. She’d saunter up to you during planning sessions, twirling a strand of her blonde-and-pink hair. “Y’know, if I wasn’t with Mistah J, I’d have to snatch you up,” she’d say with a wink, though you couldn’t always tell how serious she was.

- As your competence became undeniable, Harley began to rely on you more and more. She’d drag you into her schemes, insisting, “You’re my good luck charm!” She’d giggle when things went awry but always trusted you to pull them back together.

- Harley wasn’t above showing off for you, either. During fights or heists, she’d go out of her way to make dramatic, acrobatic moves, casting a playful glance your way afterward. “Betcha didn’t know I could do that, huh?” she’d say, grinning ear to ear.

- Beneath her bubbly exterior, Harley grew genuinely attached to you. She’d seek you out during quiet moments, talking about everything from the stars to her favorite cartoons. “You’re somethin’ special, y’know?” she’d say softly, her tone unusually serious before covering it with a laugh.

Pamela Isley aka. Poison Ivy

- Ivy noticed you the moment you walked in. She had an uncanny way of sensing power, and there was something about your intelligence and charisma that intrigued her. “You’re not like the rest of them,” she said with a sly smile, her green eyes piercing.

- She tested you in subtle ways, asking for your opinion on her environmental crusades or challenging you with complex tasks. When you provided thoughtful, insightful answers, she found herself impressed. “Hmm, perhaps you’re worth keeping around,” she mused, though the glimmer of approval in her gaze said more.

- Ivy quickly took you under her wing, ensuring you worked closely with her. She’d often call you to her greenhouse, watching as you moved carefully among her plants. “You have respect for life,” she’d note, almost to herself. Her approval felt rare and precious, like sunlight through the trees.

- Her fondness for you grew in small but significant ways. She’d casually offer you gifts—rare flowers or herbs—claiming they were “just leftovers.” When you thanked her, she’d wave it off, but the faint smile on her lips betrayed her pleasure.

- Ivy’s protective instincts soon kicked in. If anyone in the organization dared to disrespect you, they’d find themselves tangled in vines before they could blink. “No one touches what’s mine,” she’d declare, her voice cold and commanding, though she never elaborated on the claim.

- Despite her aloof demeanor, Ivy valued your presence deeply. In quiet moments, she’d open up about her dreams of a better world, her voice soft and wistful. “You understand,” she’d say, almost vulnerable. “You see the beauty in the chaos, just like me.”

Bane

- Bane was initially skeptical of you. Beauty and intelligence were rare qualities among his recruits, and he wondered if you were too good to be true. “Prove your worth,” he demanded, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you. His voice was calm but carried the weight of a challenge.

- You quickly earned his respect through your sharp strategies and unflinching determination. Bane valued strength, both physical and mental, and your ability to stay calm under pressure impressed him. “You are more capable than most,” he admitted, a rare compliment from the man who broke the Bat.

- Bane began involving you in higher-level plans, seeking your input and trusting your judgment. “You think like a tactician,” he observed, his dark eyes studying you intently. His approval felt earned, a testament to your hard work and resilience.

- Despite his stoic demeanor, Bane showed his care in subtle ways. He ensured you were well-protected during missions, assigning his most loyal soldiers to watch your back. “Your mind is a valuable asset,” he’d say, though his actions hinted at something more personal.

- Over time, Bane’s respect for you deepened into admiration. He found himself drawn to your unwavering determination and the way you carried yourself with quiet confidence. “You remind me of someone who fights for what they believe in,” he said once, his tone almost reverent.

- Bane’s connection to you became undeniable when he began sharing fragments of his past. “Strength is forged in pain,” he told you one night, his voice low and reflective. “You understand that. It’s why you belong here—with me.” His words carried a rare vulnerability, a glimpse of the man beneath the mask.

Jonathan Crane aka. Scarecrow

- Jonathan’s first impression of you was clinical curiosity. Among the sea of his mindless minions, your sharp intelligence and composed demeanor were a breath of fresh air. He observed you silently for days, cataloging your behavior like a subject in his experiments. “Fascinating,” he murmured to himself when you solved a problem no one else could.

- He wasted no time putting your mind to the test, assigning you tasks meant to break weaker recruits. When you succeeded with ease, he became both intrigued and slightly unnerved. “You’re more resilient than I expected,” he remarked, his tone bordering on admiration, though his calculating eyes betrayed his constant evaluation.

- As you gained his respect, Jonathan began sharing his philosophical musings with you. “Fear,” he’d say, leaning closer, “is the only true motivator.” He watched your reactions intently, searching for a flicker of agreement or defiance. Your willingness to engage in these debates only solidified his growing fascination with you.

- Over time, he involved you in his experiments, valuing your input on the effects of his fear toxin. He’d watch you work with a rare, quiet intensity, occasionally breaking the silence to ask your opinion. “Tell me,” he said once, “what do you fear most?” The question lingered in the air, more personal than professional.

- Jonathan’s protectiveness over you grew subtly. If anyone questioned your methods or competence, he’d silence them with a single glare. “This one,” he’d say, his voice cold, “is not to be underestimated.” His approval came sparingly, but when given, it felt like a hard-earned triumph.

- Despite his detached nature, Jonathan found himself drawn to your presence in a way that surprised even him. During his quieter moments, he’d share fragments of his past, his voice tinged with bitterness and vulnerability. “Perhaps,” he said one night, almost to himself, “fear isn’t the only thing that defines us.”

Harvey Dent aka. Two-Face

- Harvey noticed you the moment you joined his organization. Half of him admired your intelligence and poise, while the other half—gruffer, more distrusting—demanded you prove your loyalty. “Let’s see how you handle yourself,” he said, flipping his coin. Heads, you were given a chance; tails, you were thrown into the fire.

- Your quick thinking and unshakable composure soon won over both sides of Harvey. He appreciated your ability to adapt to his volatile moods, navigating his dual nature with surprising ease. “You’re good,” he admitted one day, his scarred side smirking while the unscarred side gave a small nod of approval.

- Harvey began relying on you for more than just grunt work, bringing you into his inner circle. He’d consult you during planning sessions, flipping his coin before agreeing with your suggestions. “You’re smart,” he said, his voice laced with reluctant admiration. “Almost too smart for your own good.”

- Despite his hardened exterior, Harvey showed glimpses of softness around you. On rare occasions, he’d let his guard down, speaking about the struggles of balancing his two selves. “You think it’s easy?” he asked one night, his voice raw. “Living with two voices in your head?” He didn’t expect an answer but seemed comforted by your understanding.

- His dual nature extended to how he treated you. On good days, he’d praise your work and share a drink with you, his charm shining through. On bad days, he’d lash out, only to apologize later. “You shouldn’t stick around someone like me,” he muttered once, his good side conflicted while his bad side growled, “But you will.”

- Over time, Harvey’s admiration for you turned into something deeper. He became fiercely protective, warning anyone who dared to question your loyalty or competence. “This one’s mine,” he’d say, the flip of his coin deciding whether the threat ended there—or escalated further.

Edward Nygma aka. The Riddler

- Edward immediately gravitated toward you when you joined his crew. Your intelligence was obvious, and he couldn’t resist testing it. “Riddle me this,” he said with a smirk, throwing out puzzles and watching with delight as you solved them with ease. “Finally,” he exclaimed, “someone worthy of my brilliance!”

- He quickly made you his personal protégé, dragging you into his elaborate schemes and assigning you tasks that required both wit and precision. “Don’t disappoint me,” he warned, though the gleam in his eye suggested he didn’t expect you to. Your successes only fueled his ego, making him more confident in his choice.

- Edward loved showing off around you, often monologuing about his genius or presenting you with his latest riddles. He craved your approval, though he’d never admit it outright. “You see it, don’t you?” he’d ask, leaning closer. “How much smarter I am than everyone else?”

- As your bond grew, Edward became more possessive of your time and attention. He’d grow irritable if you worked with anyone else, muttering about how “inferior minds” didn’t deserve your talents. “You’re wasted on them,” he’d say, his tone dripping with disdain.

- Despite his arrogance, Edward valued your opinions deeply. He’d often ask for your input during planning sessions, genuinely considering your ideas. When you outsmarted him in a rare moment, he was equal parts annoyed and impressed. “Don’t let it go to your head,” he grumbled, though his smile betrayed his pride in you.

- Beneath his bravado, Edward harbored a genuine fondness for you. In quieter moments, he’d confide in you about his insecurities, his voice softer and more vulnerable than you’d ever heard. “Do you think they’ll ever truly understand me?” he asked once, his question laced with an uncharacteristic hint of doubt.

Oswald Cobblepot aka. The Penguin

- Oswald was skeptical when you first joined his ranks. He’d seen plenty of attractive recruits come and go, and he assumed you’d be no different. But when you demonstrated your sharp mind and ability to navigate his world, he quickly took notice. “Hmm,” he muttered, adjusting his monocle. “You might be more useful than you look.”

- He began assigning you more important tasks, watching closely to see how you handled yourself. When you not only met but exceeded his expectations, he couldn’t help but be impressed. “Well, well,” he said with a smirk. “It seems I’ve underestimated you.”

- Oswald had a flair for theatrics, and he loved dragging you into his schemes. He’d show off his wealth and power, often treating you to luxurious dinners or gifting you extravagant trinkets. “Consider it an investment,” he’d say, though his smug grin suggested otherwise.

- Over time, Oswald’s respect for you grew into admiration. He appreciated your loyalty and competence, valuing you as more than just another underling. “You’ve got potential,” he told you one night, his tone unusually sincere. “Stick with me, and you’ll go far.”

- Despite his ruthless nature, Oswald showed surprising protectiveness over you. If anyone dared to disrespect or threaten you, they’d find themselves at the mercy of his sharp-tipped umbrella. “No one crosses the Penguin,” he growled, his eyes cold. “Especially not someone under my wing.”

- Oswald’s attachment to you became evident in his quieter moments. He’d share stories of his past, his voice tinged with bitterness and longing. “The world never gave me a chance,” he said once, his gaze distant. “But you—you’re different. You’ve got what it takes to survive.”

[thecompassneverlies]

James & Jack have an understanding. For the first time Jack wonders if it could be more

The whore is lovely, dark eyed and full bodied Jack knows he would have a splendid night and yet he cannot make himself smile back at her, flirt and pretend who he wants isn’t miles away in a poky English town and flirting with society girls and keeping the riff raff out of the upstanding British town.

He doesn’t know when it happened, once, even after he had fallen into bed with James he had allowed himself the pleasures of port, James had told him straight that he didn’t expect Jack to keep his own company when they were apart, S long as Jack was discreet and discerning with whom he bedded then James would think nothing of it.

He watches as one by one his crew takes their leave to chase their pleasure and lets the warmth of the rum settle into his bones. He’s happy he thinks, here with his bottle with thoughts of Jamie to keep him content until they meet again.

Thoughts of James have crept upon him more and more lately. It is unsettling, he doesn’t like having anchors, it threatens his very character and yet when he thinks of James, of his beautiful green eyes and smart mouth, his kindness and strength and he feels something burst into flame in his chest. He’s never denied himself anything but for James..well he’s thinking about it. And about what it means, if it means anything at all.

“Drinkin’ alone capt’ Gibbs asks and whilst the tone is jovial the question is pointed. He and Anamaria are the only ones who know about James and Jack wants to keep it that way.

Jack raises his bottle in salute though his response is cut off when Gibb’s heavy hand lays on his shoulder comforting.

“Business’ll bring us back to Port Royal before’ ye know it.”

Jack wants to balk, but the words die in on his lips when he remembers mere moments ago when he was contemplating that very thing. Instead he says.

“Aye, it will indeed”

[fmajorenthusiast]

What were the Rocky Horror characters like in school (grades, best and worst classes, did they ever skip a class)?

OOOOOOOO I LOVE THISS!!!! THANK YOUUU (this one's a lot of fun for me especially bc I left public school before 6th grade for homeschool lolol! I just remember hearing about how hectic shit got the minute I left!!!)

Frank: I'm all but certain that Frank skipped most classes at a certain point. He was taught by the greatest teachers, but to no avail. Once he quit those classes, he only attended science and performance classes (I personally hc that a lot of Transylvanians take artistic performance classes instead of some other virtually non-needed classes to graduate), but he never actually learned anything. However, he's all but certain that he learned everything. He never looked at his grades because he felt no need to. He knew he'd gotten 100%! (He actually got Ds by pure dumb luck.) When he did go to class, he made sure that he looked like the cartoon version of a listening person. He chronically struck poses to make it look like he was listening in an attractive way. He'd also drink, smoke, do drugs, touch up makeup, and try to flirt in class. Maybe the one person in the world who wished that his outfits would be seen as distracting, but in a cute "keep em coming!" type way. He would've been expelled if it weren't for his place in the world. To this day, he hasn't figured that fact out

Brad: Brad was a B's kid for the most part. He'd regularly get A+ in history and a B- in math, but pretty much everything else was more often than not a B! Obviously there were C's and A's in there too, but they were variable!! He was pretty good at saying "good enough!" He loved history class. He did however start to get bored when he noticed a repetition of certain topics and subjects. He didn't want to just learn about war! He wound up being the kid to drop random facts in the middle of class at a certain point. His worst class was math, in which he'd really just get confused. He could always handle it, though! He skipped class maybe once or twice with his parents permission. He wanted the experience of skipping so he asked them in advance and they said "sure your grades are good enough!" and so he skipped! He wasn't really part of any teams or extracurricular activities, so it was a great experience for him to have!

Janet: Janet got like, 75% A's! She struggled a bit in certain areas, science starting out one of them because she was afraid to touch the mixtures (Doctor Scott found it ADORABLE.) She warmed right up to it really soon though, and even went on to major in nursing! She'd always get an A+ in literature and English, she could get an A in math if she pulled an all-nighter or two, and her social studies varied- it really depended on how dark the subject matter got! If she was learning about something too disturbing, she'd study it less because she couldn't bear to look at it for too long. She never once skipped a class, though she did tearfully have to turn in homework late a few times! She also participated in animal rights groups and volunteered at shelters!!! (She still does sometimes!!!)

Riff Raff: Riff Raff was very much a straight A student who also excelled in various artistic matters! He could sing, dance, act, do makeup- and it only nearly killed him in the process!!! He was Frank's servant, so he'd always come home to a full time job that made him want to punch the wall. It wasn't all bad though, because he truly was so fond of every artistic and science class he took!!! They made him feel a little bit smart and talented!!! He was so overloaded by Frank's demands that he didn't even realize that he was a genius until he looked over a stranger's shoulder while they were taking their science homework and he understood all the answers that they were clearly struggling for in a heartbeat. Then the pieces came together and he was 100% pissed at where he'd wound up in life. That might have been the moment when he first thought of the lazer and then thought maybe. Skipping class was a dream, however, he had to come in when he was sick as a dog- he could NOT afford to miss a day. Magenta would always help him as much as she could though. For some reason her load was always a lot lighter on the servant side of things (really, subconsciously, everyone knew that Riff was a genius before he did)

Magenta: Magenta attended class if she had nothing better to do! Which was admittedly often bc how often does an opportunity really come up? She would skip class like once a week, though. She was really solid in her arts classes (she really wanted to be better than Frank. Every day she'd come home to him tripping and going flat, so it gave her encouragement!) so she can dance and sing quite sexily! She cannot do math to save her life. Riff Raff tried so hard to help her learn every time, but he just wound up needing to help her cheat every time (She never once got caught, though she was suspected, but they had no proof.) She would cheat by wearing a low cut top and writing the answers upside down on her stomach. It's a classic trick, but no one was allowed to look down her shirt so nobody ever noticed!

Columbia: Columbia pretty much never got an A, but she rarely got a D. Out of the normal/mandatory classes, her best was English, but she fully excelled in multiple areas of athletics!!! She would have been the cheerleading captain, but she skipped rehearsal just a little bit too much. She never really studied, but her grades kept popping back up because she'd ask a lot of questions in class and she'd take a lot of notes!! She'd also doodle on the notes too, of course!! Teachers either loved her or hated her. The ones that loved her loved her spirit, energy, and the way that she'd always ask questions! The ones that hated her hated her because she didn't get perfect grades, they didn't understand her style of dress, and they didn't understand why she made her hair that color. Basically it was between which teachers liked a happy kid and which teachers liked a straight A student!! She'd only skip class on occasion, and always at somebody else's instigation. She was a really happy and pleasant kid to be around! She definitely drank and did some drugs on the side, but even the teachers loved her spirit!!

Eddie: Eddie dropped out of high school in his junior year! Before then, however, he knew he was gonna fail. He struggled with all of his classes and he just didn't have it in him to go crazy over all of this. He didn't cheat because he wasn't clever enough to figure out how. One time he got a C+ and threw a massive rager to celebrate. That being said, however, he was absolutely the glue that held Denton High School's band together. He could play multiple different instruments and he really was the only one that could play any. He could also play so loud that he drowned out anyone who wasn't doing a good job, and several times he intentionally did this at the band teacher's request. He was also the only male vocalist in that choir with solid pipes. He dropped out of high school once he went to Juvi for theft. Of all the teachers that wrote to him, begging him to come back, the band teacher was the only one that got a response and a thank you. About a day later the principle dropped the bombshell that despite Eddie's relationship to the science teacher, he'd been about to get expelled for various charges and that Eddie had put the pieces together and quit on his own terms!!! The band went to absolute hell after he left, and some years later a freshman named Brad Majors came in with his trumpet for one whole semester before absolutely quitting because it was so bad

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott pretty much made school his personality at that age! He wasnt into gossip and a lot of people thought that he was weird for being handicapped, so he became the best scientist in the class! He was a straight A student who'd make a lot of funny quips! He was able to use them to make friends throughout the years and was quite loved by the end of it! He never skipped a class, and he found himself some good friends!!! Pretty much all of his teachers knew that he was going to go on to be a scientist that went places. He wished years later that he could brag about working for the government, but when he heard that aliens were involved, he knew that unfortunately he had to keep his mouth shut!

Rocky: Rocky loves gym class!!! He's always the winner and the teacher even had to have a discussion with him on "playing fair" he never cheated though, and was a bit confused!!! Rocky struggles a lot with writing and arts and crafts because it's hard for him to control his hands when working with things that small!!! He's great at reading and seen as a great contributor, though!!! He doesn't skip class, (at this age, he doesn't really know what that is!!!) But he did miss class one time because he got lost wandering the hallways!!! He did love that day, though!! Everything felt so quiet and peaceful!!! Still though, he loves reading and gym and progresses quite well!!!

The Criminologist: The Criminologist kinda took every class over in one way or another by making theories. In science class they were conspiracy theories, in literature class he tried to guess what came next, in math he even tried to theorize how you solve a problem!!! He's also that one crazy kid who's actually able to teach the class when the teacher hits him with the, "would you like to teach the class, then?"

[murderousginger]

Queen of Hearts Part 2

Alfie Solomons/ Peaky Blinders

Part 1

Word count: 1,542

Warnings: They're criminals, guys, they do bad things. This is rather tame, however.

John's face flashed uncertainty as he looked to his brother and then back at the girl.

“Whatever you call yourself,” Tommy said. “Where is your king? Take us to hell.”

Her eyes shone as she swiftly grabbed John's hand, dragging him through a parting crowd to the table in the back. Oliver was already standing beside the booth Alfie was sitting in. Alfie's brows darkened his eyes and his fingers laced in front of him.

She threw John's arm toward the booth seat as she took her place beside Alfie. John looked back at his brothers.

“Right, so how about the ringleader sit in the booth, then,” Alfie said, his eyes never leaving Tommy. “It seems my lovely wife caught a foot soldier.”

Tommy stood up and made his way to the booth, holding eye contact as he sat down. Arthur and John stood across from Oliver, all three shifting between stoic faces and uneasy glances to their bosses.

“What are you doing in my pub, mate?” Alfie asked. “You brothers looking for trouble on such a nice night has me on edge, yeah, because, you see, I'd hate to spill blood in front of my wife. Her dress is too pretty to stain.”

“Simple mistake is all,” Tommy said. “We weren't aware you had a pub, Mr. Solomons. From all accounts, you don't drink.”

“You don't have to commit the sin to allow others to do it, mate,” Alfie said.

“Is that how you see it?” Tommy said with a pause. “It's a bit early, but I have a proposition now I'm in front of you. We have similar interests we could discuss.”

“My, that one's ambitious,” she bared her teeth somewhere between a threat and a grin. “Why should we listen to a Birmingham boy?”

Tommy looked at her with his bright blue eyes. She looked at him back, holding the shudder she felt under his cold gaze.

“Do you always send your wife to whore on your behalf?” Tommy said, earning a muffled chuckle from his brothers. Oliver paled.

Arthur and John both looked down at their crossed hands as they tried to stifle their laughter. Alfie tensed beside her.

“Alfie does not send me,” she said. “I am free.”

Tommy clicked his jaw before moving his eyes to Alfie, completely dismissing her.

“Right,” he said. “Do you always allow your wife to whore on your behalf?”

Alfie slammed a hand down on the table, making everyone jump at the loud noise.

“Call my wife a whore one more time, Shelby,” he said calmly as he lifted his hand to inspect the gold rings adorning his fingers. “And I'll gut your entire family in front of you while you bleed out to death, slow like.”

Tommy paused in place, the only person not to flinch at Alfie's quick movement, and took a shallow breath. The entire bar began to move as one to leave. No one wanted to be a witness if Alfie lost his cool.

“Good night, boys!” She called out cheerfully as the bar emptied. “See you in the morning!”

“The only reason you still have all your brothers breathing is because my beautiful, smart wife stopped his advances before he kissed her,” Alfie said as he straightened a ring and brought his hands together in front of him again, his eyes returning to Tommy with a renewed sharpness. “So mayhaps you'd thank the good lady for her discretion.”

“I'd like to take Sabini's place,” Tommy trudged on. “I think you'd agree we could partner well without him.”

“Bit forward,” Alfie sniffed. “I like a nice wine before a fuck, mate. And none of that was an apology.”

Tommy clenched his jaw and looked at his hands before turning his gaze to her.

“I apologize for calling you a whore,” he said dismissively. “Next time I'll think it.”

“Your thoughts are your own, Mr. Shelby,” she said coldly. “Birmingham riff-raff would consider every woman a whore. Women of a certain level know how to use what's available to get what they want. Although you wouldn't know women like that, would you?”

“Everyone's a whore,” Tommy said before looking to Alfie. “What's your price to let me in London?”

“What do you have to offer?” She asked.

“I'm talking to Mr. Solomons,” Tommy said, slowly getting agitated. “Shouldn't you sit and look pretty?”

“Is that what Polly does, Shelby?” Alfie asked. “Look pretty?”

All three Shelbys grew still.

“I think not, by accounts,”Alfie said. “From what I hear, she's fucking second in charge. She ran things while you boys were trying to blow off body parts, yeah? So stop with the women are to be seen and not heard bit, yeah, because we all know you don't subscribe to it.”

“It's fine, love,” she smiled as she patted his shoulder. “Mr. Shelby wants a private conversation with you. I'll simply take Ollie and the boys for a drink. They're better company anyhow.”

She stood up and smiled at the two Shelby men before hooking an arm around each and nodding to Ollie.

“Come on, then, boys,” she chirped. “Let's leave the dull business to the big dogs.”

She tugged on John and Arthur until they moved with her, Ollie silently following behind.

“The best thing about owning a bar,” she said as she pushed them all to the counter, “is the free drinks. Keep them coming, Sal.”

“Yes, Mrs. Solomons.”

The bartender poured the shots and waited at the end of the bar, seeing as there were now no more customers to wait on. She sipped her shot, looking between John and Arthur. Behind them, Alfie and Tommy were talking in low voices.

“What makes you want to come to London, anyhow?” She asked. “Did you outgrow your pond, little fishies?”

Arthur took his shot of rum in one go, and cleared his throat.

“Our Tommy has plans,” he said. “Always a bit ambitious.”

“And you two?” She asked before finishing her drink. “Along for the ride?”

“Best to keep things family,” John answered. “Blood holds bonds paychecks can't.”

She hummed.

“Depends on the blood,” she said as she raised a new drink to his glass before downing it.

“So was I right, then?” John asked, emboldened. “Are you some rich man's daughter that ran to shadows to prove a point?”

“I ran to shadows because the shadows never chained me down,” she said. “High society is duty and someone else's honor when you are a woman. The shadows only ever asked me to be honest, not virtuous or restrained. I know who I am. Do you?”

“High society won't let people like us forget it,” Arthur murmured as he took another drink. “The shadows might deliver freedom, love, but society gives you comforts that shadows can't.”

“A gilded cage is still a cage,” she sneered.

“You sure you didn't trade one pretty cage for another, pet?” John chimed in.

“Would your wife find her marriage a cage, John, or is that just you and your wandering eye to call it that?”

John pursed his lips.

“Right,” Alfie said loudly before he got up from the booth and gestured To his wife. “Love, let's walk the good Shelbys out so Sal can breathe again. He's a bit green looking, innit? Let's let the man breathe.”

Tommy stood up as she returned to Alfie's side, her arm wrapped around his.

“Lovely to meet you boys,” she smiled as Alfie attempted a smile, only it looked more like a grimace.

“Right right, get out now,” Alfie said as he ushered them toward the door.

They all went in silence until Alfie's chuckle broke through.

Everyone stood outside of the bar, light threatening to pierce the horizon.

“Do you ever realize you run things like you fought in the war, mate?” Alfie leaned back, putting his arm around his wife. “Did you notice, love? He fucking runs business like he ran the tunnels. All sneaky like. In the shadows. Plans laid out.”

Tommy extended his hand to shake Alfie's, waiting for only a short moment before Alfie's hand crashed into his.

“And how do you run business, Mr. Solomon?” He asked while shaking his hand.

Alfie's grip tightened on Tommy's as his eyes gleamed in amusement and he pulled him forward.

“Just like the war,” Alfie said. “Just like the fucking war. See, I was a soldier. One in the frontlines. I ran into the enemy. Smashed them. Beat them with my gun when they got too close. Broke the lines until they got scared and ran. And then I'd chase them down and kill them anyway.”

“Have a good day, gentlemen,” she said, breaking the men's handshake to hold her husband's hand. “Lovely to meet you, Arthur and John.”

“G'night, ma'am,” Arthur and John murmured as Alfie and his wife turned their backs on the Shelbys to walk away. Ollie hesitated for a moment before trailing behind.

“Oh, and John?” She said over her shoulder as they walked into the light of the breaking sun. “Do enjoy your pretty wife, eh?”

“I'll be sure to enjoy mine,” Alfie called out as he spun her on the cobblestone before bringing her back to his side, her giggles piercing the air.

[maryanddeadthings]

I was the one who asked about age earlier. Do you have any re-cannons about family?

Not really. Everything I have has pretty much stayed the same and what I’ve been working with in my AU. I guess for some I didn’t include.

Roper has a wife named Adele and four kiddos. I imagine he loves kids and now that his baby making days are over, he’s just waiting for some grands.

Scooby comes from a pretty decent family. Is the youngest in his house, too. He’s the baby.

Sunil comes from a traditional North Indian family and he’s proud of it. He is a momma’s boy, his dad is the strict but fair type. Let’s just say his dad would have rather him been a doctor than a pipefitter on an oil rig.

My HC with Addair changed. He is still married and is definitely a family man. After growing up with an abusive father he’s miraculously made it his life mission to never be like him. He spoils his wife and his kids. Never raises a finger or raises his voice with them. But when he’s at work? He doesn’t care. He’ll slag off anyone that isn’t his family.

Rennick’s sons are named Jack and Callum. 28 and 32. Jack takes after his dad and is a complete asshole. Callum is actually more soft, but he’s a push over to his brother. His ex wife Linda divorced him two years before SWTD events. Since Rennick is kind of a workaholic, he missed out on a lot of the kids growing up, so their relationship is kind of estranged.

Innes’ daughter Jane was a tomboy growing up. As a teenager, she’s an old soul. She’s smart, as is her mouth.

Trot’s mother had him when she was in her forties, so she’s very elderly. She constantly pressures him to find a girl and settle down so she can have grandkids before she kicks the bucket.

Finlay’s son Joseph is 32 and is a biker. And may be involved in some illicit activities, but deep down, he’s a momma’s boy who would do anything for family.

Caz’s girls Cait and Maidie are like night and day. Cait is a lot more energetic, cheeky, wild and just a fun-loving kid. Maidie is shy but sweet. She’s very artistic and clings to mom. Maidie is a momma’s girl, Cait is hands down a daddy’s girl.

This is actually canon apparently. Raffs mother asked Brodie to take care of him before he went on the rig. I’d imagine Raffs mom worries for him a lot and is a bit of a helicopter parent, but means well.

Brodie’s HC is still that he had a family but it was destroyed when his son died at five to cancer. His wife left him shortly after that because she just couldn’t cope. Neither could he. That’s why he’s on the rig diving.

Muir’s relationship with his family is estranged and he sees his pals on the rig as his family.

I’m probably missing a few but that’s all my smol brain can do as of now. If you think of someone and want them added, lemme know.

[tehrevving]

Hey Rev, can we get backstory on Reader and Barret's relationship please? Really enjoyed their banter in the latest fic and im curious

Sure, let’s do it!

Reader joins AVALANCHE in a similar way that Tifa does in the Tales of Two Pasts novel. She gets invited to some planetology film screenings, makes some friends and slowly ends up becoming a wanted eco-terrorist. Funny how that happens. 

She grew up in Midgar, living a reasonable life for the slums, but still in the slums. Her parents were killed when she was an adult in an accident caused by Shinra not maintaining infrastructure properly. Aside from that, her main beef with Shinra comes from the fact that she’s so desperate to leave Midgar but is completely unable to save up enough money, or make any plans to leave. It’s expensive to leave Midgar, and then she has nowhere to go if she does manage to leave. She has no friends or family to stay with, and the amount of money that she needs is completely out of reach. 

She was a regular at 7th Heaven, being somewhat older than the rest of the cast. I see her as being mid to late 20s, compared to the others who are typically in their early 20s. She ends up meeting Tifa and Barret once they take the bar over. She’s struggling to make ends meet working while also studying to become a primary school teacher above the plate. The accreditations that are required to work above the plate are insanely expensive, and they try their best to prevent the ‘riff-raff’ from moving up in the world. She figures it’s her best chance at a better life and will eventually give her the ability to move away. 

A teacher, wtf Rev??? I hear you asking. Yeah look, I know she doesn’t quite seem the type. But Vincent needs someone who is perceptive, patient, kind but also forceful and won’t take his bullshit lmao. Make more sense now? It’ll never come up in the fic so dw lol.

Anyway, she’s smart and resourceful but not a great fighter, so while she helps with a lot of the AVALANCHE planning, she’s not out there in the field. This, everyone, means that she’s often left behind babysitting Marlene. Now, finally we can get to her and Barret’s relationship lmaooooo. 

Barret has a lot of respect for Reader because she not only babysits Marlene, she also educates her, because she’s training to become a teacher. Marlene is pretty young, but it’s never too early to start learning lol. Marlene really likes her, and so Barret does too. 

Because Reader is a bit older, Barret treats her more like an adult than he does Tifa and Cloud who are a bit younger and need more guidance. He jokes with her a lot more than with the others, especially the sexual humour that we’ve seen in the fic lol. I personally think it's interesting how Vincent and Barret’s sense of humour clash, but Reader, who was designed around being able to bounce off Vincent’s sarcasm, meshes with Barret really well. Anyway Barret wants Reader to make good decisions, and so sometimes ends up giving ‘fatherly’ advice. 

Vincent makes Barret uncomfortable because he’s ‘unnatural,’ and hasn’t quite gone through enough character development yet to shift his thinking from being so black and white. Mainly, he blames Vincent for his otherness instead of Shinra. 

Barret struggles somewhat to reconcile his non-malicious dislike for Vincent, with the respect that he has for Reader and his want for her to make what he thinks are good choices, while also accepting she has the ability to make her own choices. He flounders a lot, but his intentions are good and he does eventually get past his very black and white thinking.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Sinner & Saint: Creed III Chapter 9

Need to catch up? Of course you do. Masterlist HERE.

"Woke up this morning Found my peace of mind Finally, I can say to you That I, feel good this morning No, I can't deny So finally I can lay with you And feel, feel the pleasure Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe Ride for two Don't you know, oh So we (so we) can roll how we want to, yeah

Set fire to the fucking pavement They bound to drown so they can't relate And just do what I say, do what I say, no My baby got her own fuckin' ways now Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin', ay Ain't need no problems from her man I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)"

Terrace Martin – "This Morning (feat. Arin Ray and Smino)"

She moved through the crowd like a silent wind through chimes that tinkled once she blew past. Her steps were assured, eyes laser sharp on who she needed to speak to on his behalf.

Damian watched in awe as Athena worked the packed penthouse filled with stars, sports influencers, executives, groupies, agents, managers, lawyers, and riff raff. He drank a few shots, gobbled up some hors d'oeuvres, and kept near his new boss. A few women checked him out and tried making conversation with him. He acted polite, answered very few questions about his connection to Athena and rested in the cut letting her lead everything. Feeling out of place once more, his brooding appearance seemed to attract even more women as the party continued through the night. Bianca excused herself and he realized that the penthouse they partied in was not the one Donnie and his family stayed in. Smart.

"Damian, this is Karl Gaston and Alessandro Beyna. Karl is a regional wealth advisor in the Cayman Islands and Alessandro handles investments there," Athena said.

Damian shook their hands and tried to look friendly. Athena tossed back her hair and placed a hand on his arm.

"Damian will soon be signing with my brother's company and I'll be working out some portfolio plans for him. He's going to need people that can take care of his money for future investments," Athena said.

The two white men nearly salivated listening to her. Athena had his pockets lined up with imaginary money. The two men would laugh him out of the hotel if they knew the total amount of cash he had in his paltry bank account at that moment. He rolled with her flow, keeping stoic in their presence. Business cards were exchanged with him and not Athena. She directed all the power to him turning into his conduit for all transactions in the place. Women were bolder, grabbing his attention with flirty banter and hungry stares. Nothing was subtle. He spent a moment alone with Athena in the back of the main room, until Donnie caught up with them. They took pictures together with hired photographers documenting the party for Donnie. It didn't take long for the champ to shoehorn his way between himself and Athena. She allowed it, a sly grin on her face as she joined a group of women.

"She's in her zone," Donnie said, glancing at his sister.

"Half the shit she says to the people goes over my head," Damian said.

"Wheeling and dealing."

"She's good. Knows a ton of people here."

"She'll keep the sharks away. For now, enjoy the anonymity," Donnie said.

Damian looked Donnie in the eye.

"You two a thing?" Donnie asked.

"Business partners."

Damian walked away before Donnie could flap his gums about anything else. Athena was a grown ass woman. Her baby brother wasn't about to lecture him on hooking up with her. She reached for Damian's hand and pulled him toward a young Black man with hooded eyes and a garish haircut to his permed blonde hair.

"Dame this is Raven X, stylist to the stars. I'm setting up an appointment for you two to get together back in L.A."

Raven X raked his eyes up and down Damian's physique.

"What are you looking for, Bad Boy tease or elegant showman?" Raven X said.

Athena tilted her head and squinted at Damian.

"I'm thinking future champion. I want his fits so crisp that they cut people in the eyes just by looking at him," she said.

Raven X nodded and stared at the top of Damian's head.

"Great head of hair. Formidable face. I'll give you a sexy fucking gladiator," Raven X said.

"I like it. Talk soon," Athena said.

She led Damian to the door.

"We're leaving?" he asked.

"Yep. Never be the last to leave the room. Smells of desperation."

"Where you two goin'?"

Donnie's blaring voice stopped their escape. Athena leveled her gaze at her brother.

"Damian's had a long night. He needs rest. We have meetings back in L.A. the moment we touch down," Athena said.

"When can I be looped in?"

Donnie's eyes flicked back and forth between them.

"We'll be in touch," Athena said.

She touched Damian's arm and he moved past her.

"Congratulations on everything tonight," Damian threw over his shoulder.

Donnie's expression appeared bewildered as they left the suite.

"Don't worry, I'll have terms and conditions lined up for you before we meet with my brother. You and I have to decide what trajectory you want for your career the next eighteen months."

"I just need some good fights lined up."

"You need more than that. We have to cultivate an image, create buzz with a catchy name—"

"Diamond Dame"

"What?"

"Diamond Dame is what I went by before I was in the pen."

They slipped into a private elevator and went up two floors. Athena eyed him from head to toe. She touched the collar of his shirt.

"Hmmm, Diamond Dame. With Raven's capable hands, you just might live up to that name. I like it. Classy. Rolls off the tongue."

"Yeah?" he said, moving in closer to her.

The elevator doors opened and Athena jumped back from him like water hitting hot grease. Mary Anne Creed stood in front of the opening dressed in a linen two-piece suit.

"Ma," Athena squeaked out. "Where are you going?"

"Well, Amara is fast asleep and Bianca is back in their suite. I'm free to go do a little gambling on the house. Where are you two headed?"

"We just came from Donnie's party."

Mary Anne checked her vintage diamond Cartier watch.

"It's not even midnight. Still early for his celebration to end," Mary Anne said with a lifted eyebrow.

"Damian and I have some business to discuss. I'm his new manager."

"Manager…?"

Athena gripped Damian's arm and pulled him out of the lift and away from her mother.

"Yes. Enjoy throwing money away," Athena called over her shoulder.

Damian glanced back at Donnie's adoptive mother. Mary Anne's sharp eyes cut into him despite the feigned pleasant look she tried to maintain.

Athena dug into her clutch and pulled out a keycard and tapped it against her suite. She led him to a busy-looking work station set up on the room's mahogany desk. Pushing back the executive chair, she plopped down and pointed to a side chair for him to pull up next to her. A laptop came to life from the touch of her hand and onscreen she had a detailed prospective typed up with his name all over it. She scrolled through several pages and stopped at one particular page.

"You whipped this all up today before the fight?" he asked.

"I'm always prepared to snatch up talent. This is just a mock up to give you an idea of what I can do. You don't have to sign anything now."

She tapped the enter key and a printer behind the laptop hummed to life and began printing up several sheets of paper. When the printer spit out the last page, Athena compiled them all and stapled two separate stacks. She handed him a copy and he listened to her go over every detail on ten full pages. His brain grew foggy with all the terminology, but he listened intently, trusting her completely. After forty minutes, she poured them both fresh glasses of water from the mini-bar and paced in front of him.

"Boxing needs excitement again, and they love an underdog story. The key is, they grow tired of that scenario after a few years. I think we should play up your background, but involve you back in your community. Do some volunteer work and talks at juvie facilities. See Donnie was able to coast on being our father's lost child, but he's been pampered and trained by a legend. Rocky isn't around anymore and now that my brother is retiring—"

"He's quitting?"

Athena gave a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Donnie is old news. His era is over. His mistake was calling himself Hollywood. The connotations made him seem elitist after awhile. Even when he won the championship, people still saw him as a privileged athlete, a nepo baby lucky enough to have my daddy's genes and access to the best that no one else did. With you—"

"I call myself Diamond, that's not elitist?"

"Not with your narrative. You were the lost jagged rock in the cold, cruel mine that became a diamond in the rough. A long prison bid and a hard-luck come-back story outshines a rich, spoiled pretty boy tale any day."

"Donnie didn't have it so easy before he was adopted by your mom."

"Is that what he told you?"

"He stayed in a group home, was in and out of foster care…"

The look on Athena's face made him clam up tight. She rested a soft hand on his shoulder.

"One of these days, I'm going to tell you about your little friend," she said.

"Tell me now. I have all night."

"No. Tonight, you will read over this contract, my mission statement for you, and you'll look for a contract lawyer on your own to go over my paperwork before you sign with me."

Damian rolled his eyes and pushed out of his seat realizing he wasn't getting any nookie.

"Don't pout. Business first, pleasure later," she said, pointing to the door.

He ambled out of her suite with his lips in a pout. She crossed her arms.

"I've got an amazing view of the strip. Champagne on ice…"

His words didn't move her.

"Goodnight Diamond Dame."

She closed the door in his face.

"I can't believe she gave me homework," he said, shuffling off to the elevator clutching onto precious papers that would elevate his life.

Back in his suite he placed the preliminary contract on the end of his bed and stripped out of his clothes. He showered, brushed and flossed his teeth before slipping into black satin sleep shorts. He grabbed a fresh bottle of chilled champagne from the suite's mini fridge and popped it open. A knock at his door surprised him. He put the champagne on the low table near the couch and padded over to the door, peeking through the keyhole. He grinned.

Opening the door he gave Athena a wide smile. She wore a thin purple overcoat and opened it for him. Underneath was a red sheer teddy that displayed everything that his mind imagined from the moment he met her.

"Hello," she purred.

She touched his chest with her index finger and pushed him back inside his suite, shutting the door behind her.

"I thought I was supposed to read over my paperwork," he teased.

"Oh you are…let's just say I'm your paperwork and I want you to enter into this contract," she said.

She dropped the coat on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're full of surprises," he said.

"Get used to it Diamond Dame."

He lifted Athena up in his arms and kissed her while he carried her toward his sleeping area. He kicked away the contract papers and placed her on the bed. Getting on his knees he wedged himself between her open thighs and cradled her face with his hands.

"I can't believe you're real sometimes," he said.

Her eyes flicked away as her dazzling smile blessed him once more, but he held her chin forcing her to look directly at him.

"You're the best thing to happen to me in my life, Athena. That means a lot to a man like me in the situation I'm in. I don't know what you see in me to make you give me so much."

"I see a champion who deserves a second chance at the title."

"Is it just that? Or is it about besting Donnie too?"

She touched his hand and pulled it away from her face.

"Me and Donnie are a complicated pair…and yeah, spoiling his plans for you is a part of it."

"Plans for me?"

"Controlling your narrative to protect his. By keeping you from being under his thumb I can take you to the heights that no other boxer has been. I see a documentary, a tv series, fashion, and more for your future. A fallen hero returning to his roots and taking over more than just the boxing world. My father's life was cut short from reaching his full potential. I plan on taking you far Damian Anderson."

"What's in it for you?"

"Everything."

She kissed him. Her warm, wet mouth overwhelmed him into submission on his knees. Athena stole his heart as she kissed him, their tongues soft and gentle together.

He stood up when the carpet became too scratchy for his knees. His erection comically saluted her forehead. Athena laughed and hooked her fingers into his satin shorts, pulling them off and freeing his heavy dick. Dropping to her knees, she licked the tip like it was a sweet chocolate lollipop and he nearly blew his load all over his face. Goddamn she was like a gorgeous Black Barbie doll. The dreamy pin-up girl guys beat their meat to in a fantasy world they would never see become reality. Athena was a nasty girl too, spitting and slurping all over the wide head. She licked below his frenulum and the sensitive skin there had him groaning her name.

"Athena…Athena…"

She offered her tongue and Damian squeezed pre-cum there in thick rivulets. He tilted his neck and stroked under the thick ridge of his dick, watching her pucker and kiss his slit where more clear fluid spilled onto her glossy red lips. She began throating his erection with gusto, keeping her eyes on him. He wanted to nut on her face so bad, but thought it would be too rude and aggressive for their first time together. His dick became a hot and heavy saber in his hand and he was desperate to chop down the beauty before him.

"Such a pretty face," he murmured, touching her cheek.

"You want to cum on it, don't you?"

Athena's words were so seductive and her tone was so full of lust and desire that he couldn't hold back.

"Fuck…!"

They both watched his big dick throb in his hand and spurt thick creamy semen all across the bridge of her nose and all over her lips. Athena snapped her eyes shut and slanted her head back so more of his cum could drench the side of her face. Before he could apologize for nutting unexpectedly, she wrapped her lips around his meat and sucked another nut right out. His mouth became a tight line as he held her head and helped her gobble up his dick with spectacular deep throating. He had to tap out when she fondled his balls trying to milk him for more.

She swallowed and smacked her lips.

"You have a lot of cum," she said with wet sticky lips.

She stared at his dick. It was still erect and pointing at her messy face. She took off her cute teddy and waltzed to his bathroom. Two minutes later she returned with a fresh face without cum all over it. He stayed mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts and admired her amazing figure.

"My turn," she said, pushing him down on the bed.

She climbed over his body and planted her sopping wet pussy on his lips. Every lick he gave her, he stopped to look at her slippery labia and the soft pink of her pussy. He sucked on her clit like it was a delicate berry and her keening sighs let him know he was doing the job she wanted. He gripped her thighs and held her down tight, smothering his mouth against her entire vulva.

"Yes, baby, eat my pussy…oh Damian, you're eating it so good," she panted, grinding down on his fleshy lips.

She reached behind and fisted his dick while he feasted on the sweetest pussy he ever tasted in his life. The scent between her thighs was heavenly and he inserted his tongue inside of her sweet pink walls. Athena bounced on his tongue and cursed him for how good he was. He flipped her over and nestled his face between her legs, pinning them down to control her movement. She whimpered and gazed at his wide tongue slathering her vulva. He switched up and flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit and she threw an arm over her eyes, unable to watch his entire mouth do a praise dance all over her sensitive nerve endings. His tongue spelled out his name all over her labia and clit, claiming her for himself.

"Ohmigod…Damian…I'm cumming baby! You're making me cum all in your mouth…oh God!"

Her thighs snapped around his head and he hung on, keeping his thick lips pressed against her clit giving it small circles. His head and neck rocked and rolled with all of her flailing limbs on the bed. She was strong so he had to put some muscle on her to keep her from flying across the room with her orgasm. He pinched the tips of her nipples and she cursed him yet again with her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

It took a few minutes for her body to simmer back down and he made note that she was multi-orgasmic. He felt like a lucky sonofabitch.

"I was not expecting that," she huffed out. "You can go for a long time. Jesus!'

Damian raised his body up to be closer to her on the bed. She was covered in sweat and strands of her hair clung to her cheeks in damp ringlets. Brushing back her hair, Athena rolled over to lay her head against his chest. They cuddled quietly, watching the lights of the strip twinkling their seductive call to gamble and dance. When her breathing settled, they kissed and he fondled her breasts. Her eyes became glassy and her gently fingered her pussy, watching her expression to learn what she liked for research purposes. He liked nice plump titties and a tight pussy. She had both. His calloused fingers created the perfect friction she needed and he pleasured her vulva and slick walls until her pussy clenched around his two curled fingers.

"That's my good girl," he said, gazing at her beautiful face as her mouth dropped open from the intense release. "My dick will feel even better once you let me put it in this pretty pussy."

He looked at the bald shiny vulva of her Brazilian wax and his mouth watered. He'd never had a hairless pussy before. It didn't even feel real and he was captivated by the smooth slickness.

"Will you let me nut all over this pussy?"

Athena's mouth still gaped open and his words had her pussy throbbing all over his fingers.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. "So tight and wet. Can I make a big ole mess inside of here too?"

"Oh!"

Athena almost collapsed on herself riding out her wave of pleasure.

"I know this pussy will squeeze my big dick so good."

He moved his fingers a little to extend her release and pressed his thumb into her clit hard.

"I'll smack these big nuts against that ass too…make you cum all over my balls."

She was like putty in his hands. He pulled out his fingers and licked them. God she tasted even better than before. How was that possible? He allowed her to rest while he kissed and licked her all over, sucking on her toes while he played with his dick for her. Her eyes traced every part of his body and the lust she had for it was quite evident. He felt the same way about hers. They were built for each other.

After caressing her curves and valleys, he pulled her on top of him to feel skin on skin warmth. Her hair fanned out all across his neck and he sniffed the fragrant hair oil she coated her tresses with. Jasmine and maybe rose oil mixed in.

They both fell asleep until the morning sun rose up, the light falling across their naked bodies like a cozy yellow blanket.

Athena slid down his chest and engulfed the head of his penis in wet warmth, bobbing her head while he touched her hair. He said nothing when she climbed on top of him and slid her pussy down his length unsheathed. Her eyes didn't have desire or lust in them anymore…no, something else more powerful watched him as she went up and down on him so slow that his toes curled. His dick had her pussy stretched and talking. She had his shaft shiny and bewitched and once she started gyrating around and kissing his neck, he was mentally gone. God had to be looking out for him to bring her into his life.

Damian sat up and held Athena close. They rocked together on the bed face to face, staring into each other's eyes within a protective fortress of lovemaking. The world outside had vanished and there was only bliss for them inside. He would do anything this woman asked him to do for the rest of his days on earth.

"Fuck…Athena…"

Her ass cheeks felt slippery and wet from their natural lubrication flowing so freely on his lap. He was on the verge of ejaculating.

"'Bout to cum…"

She held the nape of his neck and pressed her forehead against his.

"Cum in my pussy," she whispered into his mouth.

"You sure?"

"Please. I want to feel you cumming inside me."

He groaned and thrust up into her faster, simply luxuriating in the snug hold she had on his dick. He lifted her by her hips and spread his legs more to get deeper inside.

"Don't ever leave me, Damian," she whispered.

He bucked into her hard and clasped her back with anchoring arms as a powerful flow surged from his balls and through his dick.

"I'd never leave you, Athena…you're my woman…"

She cried out and he shouted with her as his orgasm raced after hers.

"Oh my fucking God!" he hollered into her neck as hard throbs pushed hot cum into her pussy.

His body jerked several times and she trembled in his arms. Gasping together in a tangle of arms and legs and loving words, Damian and Athena shocked their own senses with the passion of their sex. She pulled away from him and sat back on her rump. He looked at her vulva. Her inner labia were plump and spread wide. Her pink opening still had the round gaping cavern of where his dick stretched her. Some of his creamy white semen spilled out in a gush. She played with it, smearing it all over her labia and clit.

He stroked her thigh.

"You can consider all that my signature for our contract," he said.

She laughed and held her labia open for him to see the continuous running trail of cum he put in her.

"It's so warm in my pussy," she said.

He snuggled up to her and they kissed for a long time before his stomach grumbled. Damian ordered room service for them and he had everything set up after Athena showered and walked out wearing one of his clean t-shirts. A full Creole-styled breakfast with champagne and cranberry juice was eaten on the bed. There was no rush to be anywhere. Athena's family was busy doing their own thing inside their suites. They ate their fill and snuggled under the covers together, letting the air-conditioner run giving them an excuse to spoon in body heat.

By noon Damian had his dick back inside of her raw under the covers, hitting it from his side with her back pressed into him. He whispered the filthiest things in her ear and fucked her like he missed her, like she had been waiting for him to get out of prison. Athena took that dick and choked it with her pussy. He fucked her within an inch of her life like he had something to prove. Damian put it down so good that she started sobbing and begged him to fuck her harder. He had vacillated between gentle and hard lovemaking, and Athena seemed to enjoy both ways, but her tears ushered in a pistoning of his hips to give her what she wanted.

Shoving her face down on top of the covers, he kept his hand on her neck and slammed into her perky ass. His back shots kept her cheeks clapping and his balls slapping. He glanced across the room at the mirrored closet doors and locked eyes with Athena. She watched him power drill into her with the happiest expression on her face. He slapped her ass hard several times and those round brown cheeks bounced in his palm like jello.

Damian wondered if she was one of those types that liked the idea of fucking a nigga fresh out the pen. She liked the way he talked dirty to her, his aggression exciting her with those tight pussy clenches she gave him. Didn't they say good girls always liked fucking with bad boys until they married a good boy later in life once they got all that illicitness out of their system?

Nah. Athena wasn't the good boy type. She knew how to talk greasy to people using fancy big words. He witnessed that at Donnie's celebration party. Beneath her perfect society princess façade was a gangster at heart. She had a cunning ruthlessness hidden under the calm, calculated exterior. Watching her face as he clapped her cheeks he recognized what she needed in a man. Someone who could control her in bed. Make her submit. Those tears weren't just from pleasure: she cried because she found the one man who could dominate her soul.

She arched her back and he pressed his hands lower on her spine. He circled his waist and she bit the covers and clawed the sheets. He spanked her with enough force to make her head jolt forward.

"Look at me," he demanded.

She turned her head and her dewy eyes stared back at him.

"Throw my pussy on this dick."

Her eyes widened at him claiming her pussy as his. A sparkle of joy glinted off her dark irises. He smacked her left ass cheek when she didn't move fast enough. Halting his thrusts, Damian looked down at her ass.

"That wasn't a suggestion," he said.

He didn't need to raise his voice, just shifted the tone the way he did when he was in prison and another inmate wanted to bother him out in the yard just to test him. They always found out that his soft controlled timbre could be backed up with brutal force. Athena picked up on that and jiggled her backside, sliding off his dick to position herself better before sliding back on his stiffness.

"Like that?" she asked.

Damn she fucked good. How many lames had she wasted prime pussy on before him? She chewed on her bottom lip until she had the best rhythm going for him and he grunted each time her cheeks slapped against his hard body.

"Is that good for you?" she cooed.

He didn't answer and that encouraged her to show out for him to get a reaction. His balls ached to cum.

"Fuck that shit Athena…"

She wiggled and he closed his eyes.

"Bitch, I said fuck this dick."

He pushed her face down again, had her body all the way on her stomach and started pounding her in that position until she screamed into the pillow her final orgasm of the day with him. The tight rings of her pussy tugging on his dick gave him permission to flood her with another eruption of semen. He dropped onto her back gulping all the air he could to help him tumble over next to her in a weakened heap.

Athena rolled against him again and clutched onto his chest, her fingernails softly circling the hairs around his left nipple.

"We gotta take a break," he said, "I know your pussy is sore because I was wearing that thang out."

She chuckled.

"I haven't been fucked this well in a long time," she said.

"Just well?"

"We have to go a few more times to see if this was just first time luckiness, or if my back will forever be blown out by you."

"Forever?" he said, looking down at her face.

"Is this a one and done, Damian?"

The hesitation in her voice proved to him that she had met her match and didn't want it to slip through her fingers.

"No one will ever take your place, Athena. Hear me? You're my angel."

Her eyes welled up, and she cried.

"Hey…hey…baby…," he said cuddling her closer.

"You're the one thing I have in my life right now that's just all mine," she said. "I don't want to lose that."

"I ain't going nowhere. Hey…look at me…I'm here for the long haul. You're the head that turns this body. When I get into the ring again, I'm going to bring you boxing heads on a platter until I prove all of your faith in me. You're the only person who stepped out on my behalf to help me without question. From day one. I have to repay you for that."

"What happens after you become champion?"

"Whatever we want."

He held her tight until she fell asleep in his arms, assuring her that they were a united team.

"It's you and me against the world, Athena," he whispered into her ear as she slumbered.

Chapter 10 HERE.

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TQC: Creatures of the Night

It’s mid-May 1985, Prince’s “Raspberry Beret” has just dropped and is pounding from boom boxes across the nation. However, that’s not all that has dropped. Corey Quigley’s devotion and trust in his master and blood father, Brent Englewood, are waning. Though Corey was made a vampire decades ago, he is still emotionally vulnerable like a teenage girl. For years, Corey has been struggling under the sadistic rule of his master. Even the bond between him and his blood brother, Shane Coleman, can’t alleviate Brent’s stifling hold on him.

A birthday bash served with cruel and debasing delights is the last brick to slip from a wall of commitment, with everything tumbling down. Taking to the night, Corey escapes to a rough and impoverished neighborhood hoping to get lost among the lycan riff raff. While settling into his new gritty residence, his sights are trained on a local girl, Natasha Parks. Building a relationship with her is not wise, but smarts have never been Corey’s strong suit. Things only become more hectic when Shane shows up.

Corey struggles with the pendulum of his heart and his fear of being dragged back to Brent. The only thing Corey is completely sure of is that he doesn’t want to feel pain anymore and will do anything to thwart its return. Will Corey stay afloat, or is it his destiny to drown? Let’s turn the page and find out. Happy reading.

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𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter one WEASLEY VS SLUGHORN

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.04k

warnings: none

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percy weasley strived for validation of the academic kind, wanted to set himself apart from his ragtag group composed of five brothers and one sister that was designated to him at birth. he had no choice, each one of his siblings had something about them that set them apart from the rest.

ginny's was obvious since she was the only girl and the youngest, ron was somewhat friendly towards the muggle children who wandered into the fields surrounding the burrow every so often, which put him into his father's good books for learning about the 'fascinating' way that they live. fred and george had each other, like they were two peas unable to be prised out of their pod. charlie was sporty and had offers to go professional with his quidditch playing but turned it down for an even more rugged job handling dragons in eastern europe, bill was devil-may-care and living it large in an entirely different continent and was breaking curses in the last year of you-know-who's power.

everything that he, percy, was not.

where they were cool he was awkward, where they were popular he sunk into the shadows, and where they were doted upon he was given a book and a drink to keep quiet.

merlin, even ron seemed to be more favoured than him, and he was starting his first ever year of hogwarts with twin brothers who took the mickey out of him ( fred and george ), an even older brother who tried do disassociate himself from lower year riff-raff ( percy ), a legacy left behind by brothers who'd graduated to become great things, and no possessions that were originally his own.

the only things he had in his trunk that hadn't been passed down from brother to brother was his collection of homemade knitted jumpers, the pile of corned beef sandwiches he gagged simply at the sight of and the writing set he'd been given on his eleventh birthday by their great aunt tessie.

but, where percy lacked a brain of street smart tips and popular wizard culture, he made up for in ingenuity and drive to over achieve even if he fizzled out before his newt exams in three years time. and yet, percy still wasn't doing anything original or generically 'him' he realised when his prefects badge had landed in his bowl of porridge at the breakfast table one morning - bill had already been a prefect and then gone on to be head boy, charlie had smashed it out the park with his outstanding newt results too.

so he worked day and night, stalked the garden for muggle fireflies he could keep in a jar on his desk to observe for his summer task from the muggle studies teacher, poured himself over text book upon text book, any reading material he could get his hands on to put him in good standing for his owl year starting in september. percy snatched coloured pencils from ginny's desk draw when she was helping ron fling disorientated gnomes over the garden hedge to draw himself up a revision timetable, scheduled to start the first day back after the welcome feast.

he was going to pass his exams with flying colours, attend every single optional class and wrangle help out of his teachers if it was the last thing he did. even getting over himself to ask one of the students in the year above who was taking newt level potions to boost his grade up from an 'e' to a 'o'.

anything to see the look on olympia slughorn's face when the name 'percy weasley' was printed above hers in the top slot when the student rankings in each class was posted anonymously at the end of each month, like they had been since before his parents could remember.

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olympia slughorn was in a deeply committed one sided relationship with percy weasley - she hated him more than anything in the world and she wouldn't trust him as a confidante as far as she could launch him with a beaters bat. it wouldn't be too great of a distance compared to those who were on the slytherin quidditch team could hit, but she still had a good shot and that was enough for her.

he poked his nose into business it didn't belong, tried too hard to cosy up to his teachers by snitching on members of his class if a piece of homework was overdue, and constantly tried to ask her overly complex questions about origins of ingredients for her potions in effort to throw her off. it never worked, though. olympia had prevailed at the top of only one class in her entire four years at hogwarts thus far, and that was potions.

it ran though her blood, it was the one thing the slughorn's had in their legacy apart from her great uncle horace's self titled 'slug club' from his teaching days at hogwarts. he'd retired the year olympia was due to start attending the magical boarding school but still sent her various potion ingredients and recipes to create during the term time.

potions was the only subject she was predicted an 'o' in.

potions was the only thing she wanted to continue doing for the rest of her life.

there was no other option. percy weasley had to learn his place in the pecking order, and olympia knew just the way to ensure it.

she holed herself up in the small library room of the slughorn estate, significantly smaller in size compared to the lestrange manor that was dissed and had fallen into disrepair and the malfoy manor guarded with towering iron gates and white peacocks. there was seven floor to ceiling book cases in the library dedicated to potions, ingredients, poignant moments in wizarding history that advanced the world of potions, magical creatures host to rare ingredients that cost an arm and a leg to purchase.

olympia prized her validation just above thwarting anyone that was standing in her way, deliberate or not. she would snap her vintage muggle 'the beatles' records over the stone gargoyles over the front door of the house if the student rankings were posted and the name 'olympia slughorn' was printed below 'percy weasley'.

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[nightfastthedecepticon]

How’s living with the Autobots like?

".. It's suck.. "

"no one of them talk to like how the deception did.. "

"Arcee really hate me.. as l do "

"optimus.. l didn't have the chance with him

:("

"and bee he's a baby.. he try to fight me few times and try to annoyed me to see How does my power work and uh he shot me on time when l was talking to raff l was talking about something with angry voice and bee thought will fight the kid"

"bulkhead is the just..well ignore me plus he's keep eye on me thinking that l will eat the human.. since he find out l was cannibalism.."

"Ratchet.. well he's just grumpy with me but he just kind off clam with it.. l help him a little with error and Electrical and wiring problems"

"and the human.. oh god they give me severe headache especially that miko girl.. she keeo asking and talking without stopping and jack? he's boring l didn't even want to talk to him.. plus Arcce get jealous or mad when l do that l only liked raff because he was nice.. and smart l give him some gift"

"and weeljack?.. he keep filtering with me and annoying me for some reason"

"l guess l have a little of good time with smokscreen.. he keep talking about Cybertron and his Adventures..and jokes..well he still afraid of me..kind of"

"plus they never made me leave the base..for safety and.. for not just betray them.. or whatever they thought.. and they tampered my signals so I couldn't communicate with the Decepticons...l can't talk to anyone:("

[intosnarkness]

F or L for the fanfic asks? Sorry if you already answered those and I missed it!

thank you kindly for the ask!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

"Fine," Wylan says, keeping his eyes open despite his instinct to close them, to look away from the predator in the room with him. "But try to see this, Mr. Brekker: the body of the son of a councilman washes up, pale and bloated, in the harbor. My father puts on a show. His beloved child, his only son, struck down by Barrel thugs." Wylan takes a deep breath, not daring to pause long enough to allow Brekker to speak or for himself to feel the way his stomach is turning in circles or his palms are sweating. "And maybe that's not enough for him to make any lasting changes to the Barrel. Not yet. But he starts a campaign, a morally righteous one. If his son, the poor simple Van Eck heir, could die to the violence of the city, whose children are safe? All over Ketterdam, law-abiding mothers will hold their children tighter and beg their husbands to listen. What has life in Ketterdam become, that a boy like the Van Eck kid could die in the streets?" Brekker shifts in his chair, either uncomfortable from sitting or from Wylan's words, and Wylan doesn't care which. He's built a head of steam now, because this is what his father will do. Wylan knows that. Never let a good tragedy go to waste. Poor, grieving Jan Van Eck and his poor, simple son. Deficient and so trusting. Killed in his prime. "My father will weep over my body in the Church of Barter, and establish a fund," Wylan barrels on, the scene sunlit and cold in his mind. "They'll pass a criminal justice reform law in my memory. Maybe they'll call it Wylan's Law, who knows? It will mean more stadwatch, surely. Better detectives. The fund will pay them so they're in my father's pocket and not yours. Suddenly, the people in the Zelver district will start calling for curfews for the Barrel, to keep the riff raff out of their neighborhood. Did you hear, the Van Eck boy was seen on Zelverstraat the night he died?" Wylan has no idea when he last went to the Zelver district, but it doesn't matter. What matters is rumor, insinuation. What matters is what they'll say he did. And his father will make sure everyone is saying what he wants. "And my father's power will grow. His rich friends will want to be seen as pious and good, so they'll support him even as his fist closes. And you, well. How many people saw me being led to your office tonight? When my face goes up on the posters advertising Wylan's Law — protecting your children from crime and immorality — how many people will recognize me as someone who was meeting with you days before my death? How will your bosses feel, when they put it together that you could have stopped this? How will your fellows feel when they're being run out of business because Kaz Brekker couldn't see the point of helping one boy?"

Rather a long snippet, but this is the scene in anticipation of light where Wylan convinces Kaz to help him. I love the thought process here, because I have listened to just SO MUCH Knowledge Fight that it's almost beat-for-beat what Alex Jones would accuse his imaginary enemies of doing. Use a tragedy to consolidate power. And Wylan is smart and observant, I have to believe that he knows the kind of man his father is. Especially in this world where he overheard the plan to kill him before it was set off. A Wylan who lurks outside of doors would have heard his father talking like this, and know how to emulate it.

I also really like to imagine what Kaz is thinking in this part - I imagine Kaz as someone who is looking for people who will give him a reason to help them. And he finds it in this monologue. He won't do charity and he doesn't need a demo man, but he can sell harboring this boy for this reason, and he's relieved to have a reason to do it.

And it is a moment that brings the truth of Wylan and Kaz being drift compatible (they are, this is my hill and I am dying here!) to the fore- they get each other, and in different circumstances they could easily be each other.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Honestly, I do a lot of editing as I go. I'll reread before I start writing and adjust little bits here and there. So by the time I'm ready to post, I need a beta and then I ask text-to-speech to read it to me to catch typos and weird phrasing, and I'm pretty ready to go. Not an involved process, because I do most of it ahead of time.

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[astrxlfinale]

Evernight was always a witness to many sorrows. The screams of those locked in despair, the fallen that are ripped asunder from malevolent blades or the crueler fangs of humanity. It was a bitter truth that layers the now fallen Grove of Epiphany. From the skies to the stonework, to those rapidly dwindling roots and the heart of Cerces that serve as a core, a bitter plague of death found itself adamantly seething through every nook and cranny due to the Black Tide.

For Caelus, it was an act that runs painstakingly familiar. If his 'Family' members known as the screaming, civilization hungry stars known as the Stellaron had anything to say about it. There wasn't a doubt in his mind held that his newest traveling companion picked up on his emotions. The Nameless knew he never did a good job in hiding external signs of emotion amidst the heat of the moment. Underneath one of the many archways that makes network to this now crumbling home of scholarly pursuits, a serrated blade of the tide found itself briskly dodged underneath.

"Oh no you don't, bastard!" As a firm clench settles upon the lance turned great sword, the toiling song of Preservation roared through his being. It burned hot, a protective, securing warmth that denied all chaos that wasn't allotted. With a firm push of a gloved hand upon its obsidian midsection, space itself almost seemed to crystallize into some sort of force field, abruptly bursting by Caelus's command, seamlessly tearing tides conquered minions into ribbons and splintered matter.

Clearing themselves paths was a good use of energy, but the question still lingered.

Were there any lost souls scraping tooth and nail within these ruins? A few entrances and walkways would welcome spilling more time to explore their depths, and the brief reprieve of silence invited conversation. Still, that malevolent, distorted presence of the Black Tide spilled all throughout these once holy grounds like bastardized ichor. The golden eyes of the Trailblazer sharpened due to that disturbing similarity.

Turning towards Dainsleif, that tensed look eases up despite the healthy swirl of energy in his veins. "Are your senses picking up any poor bastards not twisted by this Tide? All mine are doing is locking onto the next enemy given how palpable that aura is in the air--"

In short? He'll have to depend on the specialties of another. "That path we've cleared up earlier should give the other a clear run through. Using ourselves as beacons for the main party of riff raff is a pretty smart move on your part. How long have you picked up the idea on their priorities?" Caelus thinks might be some central intel to run by Dan Heng later. If there's ways to manipulate their legions to more focused spots, especially into areas where the populace were a good ways away? A lot more of their explosive potency could be put to good use.

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what are every characters' favorite kinds of video games? feel free to make it modern bc there weren't a crazy varied number of games in the 70's yet dkvfksvfjdbd

AAHHHHH TYSM I LOVE IT SO MUUUUCHHHH!!!

Frank: Frank LOVES those write your story games where you get to hookup with NPCs and design your character like it's picrew!!! He goes FERAL when the game gets really graphic, though it is objectively rare!!! He'll play them chronically and get mad when specific acts (that he probably invented himself) are not included in the game!!! He thinks that he should at least have the OPTION to move his character in any direction and position that he wants!!! But alas, games cannot work like that when there is an NPC in the mix at this point in time!!! Thankfully, he has not yet had the idea to make Riff Raff invent one! But he bitchs about the situation so much that Riff already lives in FEAR of that day coming! But, there is the very real possibility that he'll never be smart enough to realize that that's an option! Let's hope that that day never comes!!!

Brad: Brad LOVES Mario games!!! I know I just made a list about everyone on Mario Kart, but I've always felt like Brad would be such a fan that he goes back to the pixilated days!!! Brad is a huge nerd about all of that stuff!!! He also plays a lot of Minecraft multi-player games!!! Basically, Brad likes games where there's a lot of motion and excitement but no big story to get behind!!! He loves movies, but when he plays a video game he likes to be fully involved in the movement and thrill of things! He also just really loves competing against other real people in an upbeat but action-packed way! First person shooters? Nah. Minecraft Bed Wars? ALL the way!!! He loves it so much!!

Janet: Janet loves sweet and domestic games!!! Stardew Valley would 100% be her favorite!!! She loves games where her characters can fall in love, have sweet and perfect lives, and never be in any danger at all! She'd also play Minecraft, but on the COMPLETE opposite spectrum as Brad!!! She'd play creative mode and adopt lots and lots of cats!!! She cries when her characters die in games, if they do! She really prefers games when nobody dies ever and she just starts a new life when she gets bored!!! It won't break the deal, though, if she really loves the game!!! She's so cute about her characters getting married, having kids, having pets, and having the sweetest and simplest of lives!!! It's ADORABLE to witness!!!

Riff Raff: Riff Raff likes simple, funny games that amuse him!!! His favorite would probably be the "Annoying Goose Game"! He laughs at that one a whole lot. He loves that he can be a dick whilst there's calming music playing playing!!! It's a nice thing that he can do to wind down!!! Its a very fine line for him between games that he finds too boring and games that he finds too exhausting! Basically, if it gets too loud and wild, he can get overstimulated after spending all day with Frank's wildness, so he likes a calming game that isn't all, "it's a perfect world!" But there is another category that he loves!!! And that's puzzle games!!! He loves games that are based on riddles and puzzles!! Games in which the character has to go through a series of tests all based off of riddles!!! Of course, he finds most of them pretty easy, but that's how he likes his games! A gentle thing to enjoy that keeps his mind busy, and he loves them so much!!!

Magenta: Magenta LOVES horror games and gothic action games with a STRONG STRONG story!!! To Magenta, a big part of the joy of gaming is to see what happens next in the story!!! She loves games like Bloodborne (which is her favorite!!!) and Doki Doki- she's always thrilled to see what's going to happen next, and she also LOVES to be violent about it!!! While it is true that she doesn't get to be violent in Doki Doki, the story is just so strong that it cancels that fact out!!! She doesn't like straight first person shooters because to her the story is what's most important!!! She does LOVE to shoot and stab, though! She always gives her characters a funny name for her own amusement even if it's never mentioned in the game! If she does play a smaller and simpler game, it's definitely a horror!!! If you've seen any of Markiplier's "Three Scary Games" series, she'd LOVE to play games like that!!! Basically, a gothic or horror game is a win for her! ESPECIALLY if it has a really powerful story!!!! That's her favorite part!!!

Columbia: Columbia loves simple, brightly colored, and fun games!!! Most of them are things that she can play on her phone!!! She loves Angry Birds, Flappy Bird, Candy Crush Saga, and the most complicated game that she loves is Bitlife!!! (I know guys, Bitlife is a really complicated game-) She smiles a whole lot and can actually brag about records on a lot of those games!!! She's made it to the leaderboards!!! She's always really excited about it and Eddie has remarked that she even looks like she comes out of one of those games!!! And she does!!! She knows so much about these games to the point where it confuses other people!!! She likes when it's eye candy and simply focused on the game element of the game!!! She actively squeals when a new version of a game that she loves comes out and she's at a level where she can beat the new version with an INSANE amount of speed!!! She loves it so much!!!

Rocky: Rocky LOVES LOVES LOVES the classic atari game Pong!!! (If you don't know, that's the one where you have the two paddles and you stop the ball from escaping the screen as it keeps bouncing in either direction!!!) It makes his brain go brrrrr and he smiles so wide every time he plays it!!!! Its so much fun for him!!! Its hard for him to find a game that isn't too complicated for him to grasp! He doesn't have a whole lot to do when it comes to games that require more cognitive effort and thought processes, he gets pretty lost!!! He doesn't know what to do when it even comes to something like Minecraft!!! But simple simple games like Pong are just right for him!!! His brain goes brrr and that's all that he's really looking for!! And believe me, that lil guy LOVES IT SO MUCH!!!

Eddie: Eddie is the big first person shooter player of this group!!! He loves games like Call of Duty and League of Legends and he is 100% IN A BIG WAY HUGE WAY that one person on the online games who is a massive dick to everyone in the chat!!! And I know- lots of people are massive dicks in the chat, but Eddie is a gold star ass in this category!!! He loves to give himself a username that he thinks is super badass, but emphasis on "thinks"! He hasn't told Doctor Scott his username because he knows his uncle will hate it! Columbia is the only person that he let intentionally find it out because he knew she'd find it cool! Everyone else found out later though and snickered to themselves while Doctor Scott facepalmed. (Brad also legitimately thought it was badass.) On the internet, it is not at all uncommon for people on the other end of the screen to think that he is in fact in middle school. That is the level that this man is at, and you know what? He's an icon! He enjoys himself! And that's fantastic! One day he will be banned, but he will make a new account! He has a fantastic time and is awesome!

Doctor Scott: Doctor Scott LOVES Pac-Man! It's one thing that he'd do to make students think that he's cool! He'd mention that he plays Pac-Man and students would be like "yeah right" and he'd be like "don't believe me?" And pull out a Pac-Man machine that he owns and fucking NAIL it!!! Of course, many students would not be amused but that's just showbiz! He's played Pac-Man for decades has classically not realized that he's supposed to put in a username when he goes to arcades and he just puts in Scotty since that's what he likes people to call him! Which is also coincidentally the name that bails him the fuck out of that situation!!! Yes, it's a name but he also might look like a slightly off spelling of Scottie as in Scottish Terrior!!! He's since gone on to make his username "Scottydogslovescience!" or something like that!! Either way, he loves Pac-Man!!!!

The Criminologist: The Criminologist loves Wii Sports Resort (for some reason, he relates to the miis a great deal!) and Super Smash Bros other games like that!!! He goes WILD!!! He doesn't even blink! He's usually playing against an NPC which is definitely for the best because he competes like his life absolutely depends on it! No matter the game, it's really hard to lose against him because his focus is insane. He's so still and quiet but he will WHIP his arms around when he's got to while keeping the rest of his body completely still!!! He's so silent but he's so good. In order for him to enjoy a game, it MUST be engaging enough to get him focused, and he usually has to be competing for something!!! Often times however, that's best an NPC, because the level of silent focus that this man has is CRAZY! He loves it so much!!!

[blackscarabfilmz]

Not to fandompost in 2023 but because it's October, I'm constantly thinking about RHPS and then I thought about that picture of the Star Trek: Enterprise cast dressed up as characters from Rocky Horror,

and of course, Scott Bakula always turns this young man's fancy back to Quantum Leap. Except it made me think of Quantum Leap from the year 2022.

So here are my headcanons for what costume each character would wear based on their vibes because there's no way that Ian isn't a huge fan and there's no way that the QL Project team didn't sit down for a movie night (or go to a midnight showing) and dress up one year before Ben leaped.

Ian: They're first on the list because they were the first one where I knew it. The obvious answer is Frank-n-Furter, but I think it would be Riff Raff. Frank is too obvious for Ian, cause yeah the fashion, but given that Riff Raff is the put-upon servant, I would imagine Ian identifies with him as a put-upon tech genius. Also, I think Ian is the only one capable of hitting that note perfectly in "Time Warp" when Riff Raff goes "Like you're under sedation!"

Ben & Addison: Smart answer is of course, Brad and Janet, they're the couple, but they don't have a big enough cast to fill out all the roles and honestly I think that it would make more sense for Ben to be Rocky and Addison to be Janet, because I think Addison would get a kick out of Ben being in a gold speedo. (Plus I bet Ben makes some sort of joke about it being the most mortifying outfit he's ever worn, which is hilarious in hindsight once he becomes a leaper)

Jenn: I admit, because we know the least about her, this one is tough, but honestly with her fashion sense, I would say that either Columbia or Magenta is a safe bet. But I also can't say that Jenn wouldn't totally rock a Frank-n-Furter costume.

Magic: Clearly the least into the whole thing, I think Ian would try to goad Magic into being Frank-n-Furter but he'd probably end up as Dr. Scott, because it's just a suit and a wheelchair. Plus Magic's already got the stache.