#rhonda offers but it turns out shes So Much Worse

[bi-demon-ium]

sudden extremely vivid image of like, pre-series Shenanigans/Adventures when it's just nicholas and milligan and milligan is in the driver's seat driving at Top Speed mr benedict's in the passenger seat with a map frantically turning it over and shouting directions and there are like three cars chasing them and then there's a gunshot or something and mr benedict goes oh! and falls asleep and the map flies out the window, and milligan's like FUCK and has to swerve to avoid one of them attempting to ram the car,

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

The Whisperer: Part 4 (Wally Clark Fic)

A/N: so the slashes will be what the spirits are writing in the note and the little squiggles are Morrigan’s responses. Also each ghost that asked a question had their own paragraph to make the reading easier. Much love ❤️

“See cherry pop I told you she would be back.” Oh good lord they’re all here. Fantastic they must have followed Dawn to my locker and not being idiots they put two and two together that this was my personal space that they could invade. Dawn did look a bit sheepish so I’m guessing they did more than follow her, I have a feeling she implied they should come with her.

“Dawn. Is there a specific reason that the ghosties are surround long my locker?” I knew I sounded like an exasperated parent talking to their child but it was literally only 7:30 in the morning…on a Monday. Which meant I had five days that I had to make it through without having a major migraine. For the most part the other spirits had left me alone, Dawn talked to everyone so the simple fact that she seemed so interested in me was nothing of major concern to them.

“Cherry pop here says you stared right at her when you first came into school, and that you tried to ignore her. We can’t even indirectly tell interact with the students, Dawn thought it was maybe just her so she tried talking to a few but nothing happened.” Rhonda shrugged and for the first time I’m guessing in forever she threw the lollipop that she was abusing with her tongue in the trash and turned back to me. “So why want to know why you’re the only one who can, and Dawn here has some kind of profound since of loyalty to you so I’m sure it you did tell her and told her not to tell us she wouldn’t.” Lovely it was like having my own little ghost puppy. It could be worse. It could be Rhonda, is there a place you can surrender spirits that you don’t want? Connor’s words echoed in the back of my mind and I quickly pushed that thought away as fast as it had surfaced.

I opened my locker and shoved my homework from the weekend and lunchbox in before grabbing periods 1-3 supplies and cramming them in my bookbag. “Look I’ve already told you I guess I’m just fucking special I don’t know okay. All I know is for some reason you can see and talk to me and I can see and talk to you. I can even hold your hand and stuff too just like I would a human.”

“So you can have sex with a ghost.” Everyone’s head turned to stare at Jock and he very quickly looked away. “I WAS JUST STATING WHAT WE WERE ALL THINKING!” we all cringed and I’m fairly certain I lost hearing in the ear closest to his air horn style mouth.

“Jesus Christ man you don’t have to yell we’re not on mars. Also I don’t know because I haven’t tried but in theory yes I probably could.” I started walking towards first period, why the hell were they still walking with me? “Guys I get you’re lonely and you’re excited about this but we can’t talk in the classroom like we can my locker. People are definitely going to notice a girl talking to herself in a quiet classroom as opposed to the fucking chaos in the hallway.” Dawn just shrugged and walked on in, of course she was probably content staring at the lights or something and wouldn’t try to carry on a conversation.

“What about notes? We could sit in the class and write notes on a piece of paper back and forth.” That was the first time puppy had said anything and it wasn’t a bad idea, and he just like Dawn was far too adorable to say no to.

“That’s not a bad idea, however I am going to be late if we don’t get in the door in the next thirty seconds so.” Jock and puppy shoved each other trying to get through the door first while Rhonda hung back unsure if she was invited to this little come to Jesus meeting as well. “That includes you too little demon.” She smiled and I offered a small one back before walking in behind her.

I pulled a piece of notebook paper out and Rhonda was the first one to grab it and start scribbling something else on it. /can you see all spirits or just ones at the schools you’ve been to?/ fair enough question I suppose. ~I can see all spirits I just try to ignore them, this school has the most spirits I’ve ever seen~ Both Charly and Wally read over Rhonda’s shoulder and Charly pulled the pencil and paper away quickly exclaiming that it was HIS turn to ask a question.

/Does your family know you can talk to spirits? Do they talk to spirits? If they don’t do they ask you to talk for them?/ Well ouch Charly you didn’t have to accidentally hit me where it hurts, but the way he looked so excited about it I couldn’t give him a crude answer. ~All of my family knows, only my oldest brother and sister believe me though. Everyone else thinks I’m crazy. Obviously because I said everyone thinks I’m crazy no one else can talk to them. My brother will sometimes ask me if someone we know that is dead is around but that’s about it.~ Charly read it and seem satisfied, maybe he was trying to see if he would be able to somehow let his family know he was still around without asking me to tell them which would in fact make me sound crazy.

/Why can no one else in your family see or talk to spirits? I feel like that would be a genetic thing./ Damn it Wally I was expecting you to be the least observant of the group not the one who picked up on that. ~Genetic flaw I guess, I know I’m pretty great but we all have to have flaws no matter how great people think we are.~ He smiled at that one and Rhonda rolled her eyes before crumpling the paper up and tossing it in the trash.

“3 points!” I wasn’t expecting Wally’s sudden outburst and leapt about 5 feet out of my chair and had everyone staring at me like I had seen a ghost. Which I guess technically I had. “Oh shit sorry Mori I didn’t mean to startle you.” He came over and rubbed my hand and ignored the weird tingle that traveled up my spine when he did.

“yeah yeah just go haunt the halls or something guys I gotta learn. I know you all don’t because you’re dead and you’ve heard these lessons a hundred times but I have not.” Wally and Charly both stuck their tongues out at me before leaving the class with Rhonda once again trailing behind.

“So are we just going to pretend that Wally comforting you didn’t give you goosebumps?” I scowled at her as she smirked and laughed before standing up before going to follow the boys. “I’m sure that’s what you’ll be thinking about in the shower tonight.”

Fucking. Cunt. Waffle.

But she was absolutely right and I am now absolutely fucked all because a pretty football ghost asked if ghosts could have sex with humans and he gave me the bare minimum of skin to skin contact.

Well fuck me.

[livvynka]

Can i get your vote? Kamilah x Amy x Priya AU

Warning: SMUT, death threatening, harsh sexual activities, Angst, Putting Kamilah in her place, bit of a fluff?

I’m not native english speaker, feel free to correct me (i would be actually glad).

NOTE: Story is before Kamilah and Amy fall in love, when Amy tries get Priya's vote, so Lily can join Adrian's clan. Uff, this takes a lot from me. :D

Pairing: Kamilah x Amy x Priya

About 2430+- words.

Tag list: @fal-carrington @samanthadalton @vonda-b-real @drmmyrs @straightlikewetspaghetti @blaine-hayes @lizielasyd @mrskamilahsayeed @millasayeed @ntoraplayschoices @ilove-kamilah-sayeed @kamilah-is-queen @rhonda-sayeed @queenkamilah @domakir @kwaj115 @fundamentalromantic @somethindarker @crimsonvrose @glowriter @leenasayeed

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Amy has goosebumps just from the thought, she needs to visit and get to the good side of Priya's. She knows Priya is evil, and every good thing in her died a long time ago. But there is no way Kamilah or Adrian could break her so she does something nice for them. They are sitting in Adrian's office. Brainstorming plan how to get 4 votes, so Lily can live. Amy: "Alright, I pay her visit." Kamilah shoot stare to Adrian. Kamilah: "She's your pet. I don't care. But she gets all of you into this mess, so she needs to fix it." Adrian: "Kamilah be reasonable, she will not come back alive. You know Priya and her ´activities´..." Amy: "Kamilah is right. And there is no other way. She will send you to the hell in the moment you set your foot to her club."

Adrian: "No! We will find another way, I will not let anything to happen to you." Amy: "Maybe we will, but it will take a long time. And now, time is what we don't have. I already decide Adrian. And you cant change my mind. I'm going with or without your help." Kamilah: "Amy, she is going to break you. Don't underestimated her. Not every vampire is in control like us and our clans." Amy: "Now you care? You threaten to kill me, Kamilah! You can go back to your office, because you are not helping." Amy stands up and starts walking towards door. She stops with her hand on the handle. She takes a few deep breaths. Then she looks over her shoulder. Adrian put his head into his hands. He shakes his head and nod. Adrian: "We send someone, who will watch you from distance. If anything goes wrong, they help you." Kamilah straighten her back, clears her throat and began walk towards Amy.

Kamilah: "I'll escort you to her club. We need to talk privately." Adrian look between Amy and Kamilah with questions in his eyes. He feels there's great tension between them. He just don't know what kind of tension. It seems he wants to say something, but he just look to the opposit direction. Amy: "Great.. Yeah.... Thank you..." They got into her car. Kamilah drives Amy to the Paulus viewpoint. Kamilah exit the vehicle first, she opens doors for Amy and offers her hand. Amy decline and burst out of the car. Amy: "Why did you take me here? I need to meet with Priya! If you want to kill me, do it! Enough of your threats and shit talking about me all the time."

Kamilah: "You may be right, mortal. I don't care about you. But Adrian likes you. So listen to me, I will not repeat myself. I will help you out of this situation, who if I remember, you cause. But if this doesn't work out, and Adrian loses his life, because you put your con act and manipulate him to turn Lily. I'll kill you both without any hesitation." Amy is stressed out. Angry. Scared for her, Lily's and Adrian's life. This was the last button to push. She doesn't care if more than 2000 years old, strongest vampire on the earth, who can snap her neck in the velocity of light, stands before her. She slaps her hard and pushes her. Again, and again and again. She pinned Kamilah to the railing. Amy: "Ohh, really, Kamilah? Than do it, kill me! You are full of the bullshit! Drop this nonsense! You are hiding behind coldness, strength and rudeness. But we both know where is the truth! Deep inside, you are scared little girl, who is afraid of people leaving you, after they get to know real you! You are lonely and scream for the attention, affection and love! Deep inside, you want someone who will care about you, who will see the real you! Who will get you and stand by your side. So NO! I'm not afraid you. You care about people. Adrian may be the last being who likes you, and you know it. So you are losing your control, because he is the only hope for your humanity. Only thing which puts you in the line. The last thing to stops you from being monster. Be honest for second and show me some damn respect!" She catches Amy's hand when she wanted to push her again. Her jaw drops. She is right and they both now it. She stands there in shock.

Kamilah: "I-I..."

Amy: "That's what I though."

Amy free her hands from Kamilah's strong grasp and start walking towards the city. It's a few miles. This is going to be a long walk, but Amy doesn't care. She needs to clear her head. She feels connection towards Kamilah, but she is tired of her act and manipulation. Kamilah feel how tear slides down her cheek. Reality falls apart and she remembers how she sits alone in her pentahouse or office, trying to drink her mind off. She prohibited herself any kind of connection after what she done in past. After so much pain she causes.

After centuries someone sees through her like she was a plate of glass. She closes her eyes and tried gain her control back. After a while she enters her expensive car and follows Amy. It does not take long, she finds her walking angrily in abandonen path.

Kamilah: "I'm sorry Amy. Please get into the car, I'll drive you to the Priya's club. It's not safe in the night here."

Amy: "I'm fine. Just go away." Kamilah: "Don't be stuborn, you were right about everything. Let me take you to the Priya's club, now for real. I know I upset you, but it takes hours from here, by walking.

Amy sight and listen, she gets into the car and turn to the window with her hand fold above her stomach. She is looking at the night New York. Amy: "What can Priya do to me?"

Kamilah: "She is a real monster. She will promise you a lot of things. She makes you feel special for short quantity of time. In the second she gets enough of you or gets bored, she will probably kill you. Her games, no human can survive. People disapear or they found them dead." Amy: "At least she is attractive. I will have a nice view when she dries me suck and I will die for someone I care about." Kamilah narrow her eyes at the girl, sitting besides her. Kamilah: "We won't let that happened. You need to get out of there if she tries something. We still can get Baron's vote." Amy: "He is even worse. Priya wants to play games, but her ego destroys her once. What she doesn't know, I'm good at playing games."

Amy: "Kamilah, I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

Kamilah's brows quirk. She thinking about hers next words.

Kamilah: "Don't be. Perhaps it was bold to say those things, but you were right. Noone was brave enough to tell me before..." Kamilah drive Amy to the Priya's club and wish her luck. Amy didn't wait a long line and walk towards the bouncer. Amy: "Priya will accept me immediately." Bouncer: "Oh, are you her snack? Tell me your name, I check the list." Amy tells her name to the bouncer. He calls for his colleague and they escort Amy right to the Priyas V.I.P. room. Priya is wearing a black minidress, with gold stripes and a red high heel boots. A lace from the dress covering only a little bit of her skin, it's really tight dress. She talks with another vampires. Some of them Amy knows from the Council meeting. It takes only few second before Priya sensed Amy. She shoot glare directly to Amy. Priya: "Well, well, well. Look at who's decided do choose better company."

She kissed Amy at both cheeks and hugs her tightly. Priya may be a monster, but she is also very attractive. When Amy feels how close is Priya's body presses to hers, she gasps. Her heart skips a few heartbeats. Priya smirk and look at the girl before her with amusement.

Amy: "Hi Priya, I need to talk with you. Privately." Priya: "Ohh!" She clapped her hands together enthusiastically and murderous smile appear at her face. Amy rolled her eyes. Priya: "I love where is this coming. Follow me." They enter a private elevator what is connected directly to the Priya's apartment. When the door close Priya immediately catch Amy by her sides, other hand searching to find a way under Amy's shirt. She runs a nail along Amy's stomach harshly, and cut a line on her belly, blood appears immediately. Amy let out a moan. Priya kiss her with hunger. Amy pauses the kiss and walk a few steps away. Her heart is beating fast. Priya attract her, but she is also very dangerous. Amy is trying to cool down and put hand in the air between them, to make some space. Amy: "I'm here only to talk." Priya: "Don't lie, I hear your heart, it's like it explode any moment."

Amy: "Priya... I need your help with something, hear me out." They exit the elevator, and Priya pour them a glass of expensive red wine. They sit on the leather couch. Priya grab Amy by her thigh and pull her close. She is drawing a circles at her thigh. Priya: "Well?" Amy: "Someone of your kind attacks my friend..." Priya: "Of my kind?!" Amy: "Vampire... My friend, Lily... She was dying... So I ask Adrian to turn her. I got you envelope, he is calling a Council meeting. We need your vote." Priya: "HA! Adrian breaks rules for some human?"

Priya: "You get my vote under one condition. You stay with me and become my little kitten." Amy: "No way, I want to live at least for next 50 years, Priya. One night, no killing, no turning. No ripping parts of my body." Priya: "Oh, I will have so much fun! Alright then. After I do to you, you will have no thoughts of leaving." Amy: "I am going to regret this. Am I? I accept." Priya: "Very well." She kisses Amy and guides her to stand up from the sofa. Her hands sliding at Amy's arms. Making way to tangle their fingers while Priya dominate Amy's tongue. Priya: "Now, I want to hear your heart race, your moans fills the room. And I have a very good idea." Before Amy opens her mouth to say something, she is back in flash with sex harness. Its black leather metal restrains for neck and wrists. Amy let out a long sigh and look directly at Priya's eyes. Amy: "Seriously Priya?" Priya: "I'll enjoy this my little kitten." She doesn't waste any time and free Amy of her cloths. She is completely nude. Before she can protest Priya restrain her into the harness and with the swift move settle Amy into near chair. She spread her kneese and push her toward the edge of the luxury seat. She kissed her again, but not for long. She continues to Amy's neck and bite, she inserts two fingers inside Amy. Amy sees how colors spread before her eyes. The pain and pleasure made Amy arch her back a bit. Her breath quickens when suddenly she feel another finger thrust in. A moan escapes her lips. She tried to hold onto something, but the harness blocking her movement. She almost can't take it. Amy: "FUCK, PRIYA!" Priya continues in her murderous pace and drinking Amy's blood. Amy vision goes blur. She doesn't know if its from the pleasure or the blood lost. Amy: "You dry me suck Priya! STOP!" But Priya continues. She starts to fuck Amy again and moves to her shoulder. She bites her again and sucks her blood like it's the best food she ever has. She bites her side, drink a little bit, then stomach, and finally she sucks her vulva. Amy let out very loud moan and rock against Priya. When Amy's orgasm come to close Priya moves again, to her thigh. She drinks Amy's blood again. Amy yell by the pleasure Priya giving her and from the pain.

Amy: "Priya! I am close!" Priya: "Let go my beautiful kitten." Priya pump into Amy with vampire strenght and speed. She can't even breath properly. She arch her back, the harness slightly choke herself, her wrist miss oxygen, but she doesn't care. After few moments she crashed so hard. Amy: "PRIYA! FUCK! OHMYHOD!" Amy lost her consciousness, from blood lost and pleasure Priya gives her. Priya stands up and clean her face from Amy's juice.

Priya: "Ha! They will be pissed, especially Adrian and grandma. Th-."

In that moment doors flew open and Kamilah make her way to the Priya. Kamilah is standing her, her twin daggers holding close.

Kamilah: "What about we just kill you?"

Priya: "Wait! Just take her!"

Kamilah: "Smart choice, Lacroix."

Kamilah hide her daggers and undress her maroon blazer. She free Amy of the leather - metal harness and wrap Amy into blazer. She pick her up, holding her close, but carefully.

Kamilah: "You are not allowed to touch her again."

Priya: "Whatever, after this night, she comes back voluntarily."

Kamilah: "I expect ´aye´ from you, tomorrow. And even if she comes back by her choice, you will hand her over to us, immediately."

Without hearing answer, Kamilah exit the building.

Kamilah: "You got yourself into serious mess Amy."

Amy wakes up and nuzzles to Kamilah's neck.

Amy: "Kam?"

Kamilah: "Shh. You are safe and alive."

Amy: "I was imagining you whole time. While she was doing, what she was doing."

Amy falls alseep again. Kamilah stops for the moment and look at that small, fragile human. She don't know what she should think about this. But she decide to ignors it. She carefully put Amy at back seats and drive her to her pentahouse, where she clean Amy's wounds. She lay her onto her bed and with intention watch her till she wakes up, lay besides her. Amy lookes so calm. Soon she falls asleep to.

Amy wakes up in the morning. She is laying on top of Kamilahs chest. Kamilah is holding her close, only in underwear, Amy is only in Kamilah's blater. She tried to stand up, but Kamilah is holding her too strongly.

She nuzzle to her cheek with her nose, while stroking her silk hair between her fingers.

Amy: "Kamilah? Wake up"

Kamilah: "Hmm, no, you are not going anywhere."

Amy smile at the old vampire and lay at her chest again.

Amy: "Okay then"

They both continue sleep. And for once, both can sleep peacefully.

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[tarantula-teeth]

“Rhonda Hurley was the coolest, smartest and funniest person I had ever met. She was tough —tougher than Dean, tougher than Dad—and she made the best grilled ham sandwiches in the world,” Sam says, smiling down at his hands. He’s holding a blue scarf, a filmy silk scrap of fabric. The box he pulled it from, the one stashed under Dean’s bed, sits emptied on the war table between him and Garth. “She had moles under her eyes and down her neck and never wore shoes and she called me ‘Bruiser’ when she helped me with my homework.”

“She sounds like...like she was important,” Garth offers. He runs his fingers over the pile of Dean’s silver and tin rings they’d found in the bottom of the box.

“She was...she was family. Maybe the first person me and Dean ever knew and loved outside of Dad.”

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He’s 13 and Dean’s working at the garage under the table because he doesn’t have a work permit or degree. Rhonda always helps Sam with his homework while they wait for him to come home, leaning over his Algebra worksheet with her long blonde hair in a peppy ponytail on the top of her head and her yellow waitress uniform on. She works the graveyard at the all-night diner in town.

That’s how Sam and Dean met Rhonda. Well, Sam met her first. He’d been camped out in a corner booth at five in the morning, three weeks out from when they’d last seen Dad. He and Dean were crashing in the car, too broke to keep up the hotel room. Sam was eating a bowl of oatmeal, no fruit or sides but lots of sugar packets, and a glass of orange juice while he went over his math homework. Dean hadn’t ordered anything before he went to work.

“Check that one again, bruiser,” the beautiful waitress who smelled like vanilla had said. She tapped her sparkly blue fingernails over problem six before collecting Sam’s empty bowl. “Don’t forget about PEMDAS.”

“Thanks,” Sam said to the table. A darted glance revealed that the waitresses’ name tag had ‘Rhonda’ written on it in little yellow stick on letters. “Do I need to order something else to stay?”

“Nope,” Rhonda replied, popping her gum. “You’re just fine, sugar.”

“Sorry I don’t tip more.”

“I’m sorry you have to listen to old Fred holler at the golfing channel,” she’d replied and they’d both looked over at the gentleman waving a cane towards the ceiling mounted television.

Sam broke first, breaking into giggles. Rhonda had smiled back with big, bright teeth as white and pretty as hominy. She’d come back twenty minutes later with an obscene stack of pancakes in one hand and a monkey dish of chocolate chips in the other. The whipped cream can was in her apron pocket. She’d told him she was going to split the pancakes with him and then watched happily as he scarfed them all down. Then, she’d helped him with his homework.

It didn’t take long for Rhonda to meet Dean. She kept Sam company most mornings and nights in between waiting tables. Sam knew Dean really liked Rhonda because his whole neck turned red whenever she laughed at his jokes. One thing led to another, and then Sam was waking up on Rhonda’s overstuffed grandma couch every morning and Dean was making scrambled eggs for her to eat when she got off her overnight shift.

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They’re fishing for dinner while Dean’s at work, sweaty and lazy in the Oklahoma heat, and the fish aren’t real interested in biting. Rhonda’s wearing a gold bikini top and Wrangler cut offs and her blonde hair is pinned up in a blue silk scarf. Sam has never seen a more beautiful person.

He tells her as much.

“You Winchester boys,” Rhonda said through a smile. A cigarette dangled in the corner of her mouth. “You’ll ruin me for the rest of the male population.”

“You don’t need to worry about them,” Sam said, casting his line out again. He’s stopped wearing his shoes to match Rhonda and he sticks his foot into the river while he reels. “You got Dean. And I’ll be your brother-in-law eventually. You’ll have Dad, too. Once he’s back.”

Rhonda, pink across her nose in a way that certainly isn’t a sunburn, stared at him from her side of the canoe. Her eyes are brown like chocolate. She recovered quickly enough, her mouth curving into a little smile.

“Me and Dean are married in this scenario?”

“Yep. And I’m his best man.”

“What if I want you to be my best man?”

“I guess I could do that too. But not a flower girl.”

“No, I suppose we’d have to let old Fred handle that.”

***

Dean really loves Rhonda. He almost tells her about the truth when they leave, about the supernatural. But he stops. And his eyes are sparkly with tears when he looks away. Sam thinks he should.

He tells him as much. They’re about to leave Rhonda’s trailer park, drive back to the hotel dad left them at. Sam’s still crying a little, quiet and painful because he’s trying to stop. He’s got his Algebra book in his lap, close to his chest. They won’t have time to return it to the school, Dad was only a half hour out when he got ahold of Dean. It smells like vanilla.

“I can’t, Sammy,” Dean says. He smudges his fingers, black with car grease, under his eyes. He sniffs. “Dad won’t like Rhonda. Once we see him? We can’t talk about her again. We gotta move on from Rhonnie. For good.”

“That’s stupid, Dean,” Sam says. He’s mad now and it makes it worse that Rhonda’s still sitting on her trailer steps with mascara dripping down her chin and her yellow waitress uniform on. “He’s stupid.”

“Sammy,” Dean says, aiming for firm and landing on heart broken.

Sam gets out of the car. Dean doesn’t stop him. He walks up to Rhonda and sets his cheek on her bony shoulder, wraps his arms as tight around her as he can. She squeezes him back, just as tight.

“I love you, Rhonda,” Sam whispers, tears burning hie eyes. “I was so happy to know you.”

“Oh,” Rhonda says, sniffling. “I love you too, bruiser. You be good. Be safe. You’ll be okay. I love you.”

And she’d pulled the scarf from her hair, letting it down in a blonde cloud smelling of Suave Sun Ripened Strawberry shampoo. And she’d pressed the scratchy blue scarf into his hands. And kissed his forehead.

And put her hands on his shoulders. And breathed in deep. Then out. Then she’d turned him around to face the Impala and given him the gentlest push.

And he’d started walking. And Dean started driving. And Sam watched Rhonda Hurley and her trailer park shrink in his side mirror.

***

“I must have left the scarf when I went to college,” Sam says. He’s a little teary. Garth is flat out crying, hand over his own mouth. “Rhonda Hurley. What a woman.”

“To Rhonda,” Garth says, lifting his wine cooler.

“To Rhonda,” Sam echoes. He takes a long drink from his coffee cup.

Inspired by @skepticalfrog’s Rhonda art pieces.

To Rhonda Hurley.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Heart-Shaped Box 💟 8

Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen.

This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.

Note: Another chapter. Still deciding about where this is going. Also working on another popular series and might have a short break from posting to figure it all out but who knows? Hope you all enjoy.

Leave some feedback, like and reblog if you can <3

You wiped your hands and your thighs with the tissue. You did your best to clean away the mess along your skirt. The white polka dots helped disguise it but you were still paranoid. Well, who was really looking that close? You did your best to tidy yourself, your lips still sore from the belt. Your core pulsed with each move, hungry for more.

James opened the door and waited for you. He closed the door behind you and nudged you down the hall. As you entered the dining room, he jabbed you with his finger.

“Clean up your mess.” He ordered.

Steve and his girl watched you silently as James sat. You avoided looking at them as you lifted the plate and scraped the food back onto it. As you passed him, James leaned back and smacked your ass. The slap resounded in the silence. You stopped and closed your eyes, humiliated. Then you carried on.

“You don’t wanna eat, that’s fine by me,” James said as you returned with a cloth. 

You wiped clean the table as he tended to his own food. You finished and went back to the kitchen as you dumped your pile of leftovers and rinsed the plate. When you finished, you passed back into the dining room and sat beside James. You stared at your hands as forks clinked on plates.

“We’re gonna try to explore the town once we get settled, any suggestions?” Steve asked.

Bucky shifted in his chair and drank from his glass. He swallowed loudly before he spoke. “Just the main strip really. They have some interesting shops. There’s a cafe called Rhonda’s. Great sandwiches.” He elbowed you. “Right?”

You nodded and he cleared his throat. You sat up and looked at Steve and then the woman.

“Yes, it’s very...quaint.” You answered stiffly.

You were quiet again as you thought of that day you’d gone to town; the small cafe, the man who seemed, rather proven, too good to be true. He was nice then, you were too. Naive. In a way, he’d done you a favour. Taught you an important lesson.

“Well, I must say, not much could top this,” Steve scraped his plate with his fork. “Hell of a cook.”

“Thank you,” You said meekly. “I’ll get the dishes.”

You stood slowly. James didn’t stop you as you began to gather the empty plates. They remained as they were and you cleared the cutlery and cups as well. As you swept back in to take the platter of uneaten roast, James rose.

“Tea or coffee with your desserts?” He asked. 

You blanched but said nothing. You hadn’t prepared a dessert but you supposed he didn’t care. You’d have to figure something out. Steve pushed himself to his feet and his girl did the same. 

“Tea’s fine,” He looked to her. “Right, honey?”

She gave half a shrug and righted herself. “Sure. Tea. Great.” She forced out. “Uh… I could help… with the dishes and tidying?”

You looked at James. He glanced at you and sighed. “If that’s what you want,” He said. “I’m sure she can handle it on her own, though.”

“I don’t mind. We’re guests and… You don’t mind?” She asked you directly. James bristled at her disregard.

“No, I’d like that,” You said. “Thank you.”

James shook his head and turned away. He gestured for Steve to follow him and they left you. You turned with the platter and scurried back to the kitchen. She followed you, though with less impetus. She brought the bowl of veggies and you began to empty the leftovers into a large tupperware container. She did the same as you stayed quiet.

You clicked the lid on and shoved it in the fridge. You sensed her watching you as you turned on the sink and filled it. You added soap and slid the plates into the water as it began to bubble. She came up beside you, closer than you expected as she stood by the dish rack.

“I can do them,” She offered. “How about you dry?”

You considered for a moment then nodded. You switched places with her as she turned off the faucet and dipped her hands into the sink. You watched her work and leaned on the counter. You ran your fingers along the hem of your dress and felt unthinkingly along your tender ass.

“You okay?” She asked and shook you from your trance.

“Uh...yeah,” You lied and grabbed the towel from the bar behind you. “I’m sorry… you had to see that. He’s right. I’m emotional.”

“Well, he’s not very nice,” She commented as the water splashed softly around her hands.

You took the plate she set in the rack and dried it, afraid to confirm her statement. What would James do if he heard you were talking shit to this stranger? She’d surely tell Steve and you didn’t imagine he’d keep a secret from his best friend. And, it occurred to you, he might hurt her too.

“How long have you been together?” She asked.

You blinked and opened the cupboard. You put the plate away and reached for the next. You pretended she hadn’t said anything.

“Hello?” She stopped and turned from the sink. “I asked how long you’ve been together?”

“I don’t know,” You blurted out as you spun back to her. “And… I’m not…” You shook your head and went silent.

She stared at you for a moment. Your eyes flitted away shyly. Could she see through you so easily?

“It’s okay, me and Steve aren’t really together either.” She reached back into the water. “Not really but he didn’t give me much of a choice.”

“What?” You breathed. “Really?”

“Really,” She set another plate to dry. “I don’t wanna live in the suburbs; don’t even want this baby but… I don’t know. Won’t be so bad if I’m not alone.”

You dried the plate and put it away as she finished with the last one. “No?” You wondered.

“Well, I guess they’re right about one thing,” She said as she began on the glasses. “We could be friends. Should be. Would be very dull otherwise.”

Your lips threatened to curl and you lowered your chin to hide the glimmer of a smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

“You’re braver than me,” She chuckled. “I’ve had it out with Steve but don’t think I’ve ever talked to him like that.”

“Yeah?” You looked up.

“But what he did… Well…” She pressed her lips together. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, please,” You said. “I’m sorry enough for myself.”

“And did…” She lowered her voice and peeked at the door. “Did you ever try to run?”

“He caught me,” You said. “I locked him--” You paused again. Your heart hammered. “I locked him in the basement after the first time we.. he… I made it as far as the highway. That’s when I met Steve.”

“You met him before?” She asked.

“Yeah, I actually ran into him when I escaped and didn’t even realize it.” You scoffed. “Two of a kind, aren’t they?”

“Sounds like,” She nodded as she continued to blindly scrub the dishes. “He knows my parents, knows my friends, knows everything he needs to to keep me in line. I’d run but… can’t see it ending up any different than you.”

“I’d never wish it on anyone else but… it’s almost comforting to know I’m not the only one.” You admitted. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Neither of us could have--” She finished and pulled the drain. “We can’t blame ourselves for their actions. We can only counteract them.”

You tilted your head and arched a brow. “Counteract?”

“They want their little white picket fence,” She grinned. “Well, let’s not make it so easy for them.”

💟

You made cream puffs. Quick, easy. Your mother’s old recipe. You worked on the cream as the woman brewed the tea. You put it all on a tray and carried it as she followed. You felt something you hadn’t in a long time. Not hope. Purpose, perhaps. Maybe you’d never get out of here, but if you were to stay, you’d make it hell for both of you.

Steve and James were in the living room. You set the tray on the coffee table as she sat beside Steve on the couch. You poured the tea and set out the plates accordingly. You made to sit on the other side of Steve but James tsked before you could. He shook his head as he snapped his fingers at you. He rubbed his thigh with a smirk.

You cringed and slowly neared him. This was another game. Another show of his power over you. You held your breath as you turned and carefully sat on his lap. You clung to the arm of the chair as you let out a long silent sigh. His hand snaked around and settled on your thigh.

“Well, look at that,” He mused. “Looks almost worth the wait.”

You kept from rolling your eyes as the others took their plates. You didn’t move as James’ fingers played with your skirt. You felt him getting hard beneath you. Worse, you felt the familiar plucking in your own loins.

“We were just talking. We thought you girls could get our stuff settled in,” Steve said as he slid closer to his girl. “She can help you get organized, and the heavier boxes of course. Me and Buck can deal with any furniture. You can get to know each other.”

“Yes,” James tickled your thigh. “Maybe learn a few things along the way.”

You stiffened and bent forward to take your plate. He seemed entirely disinterested in his. 

“We have a guest room,” James offered. “If you didn’t wanna worry about getting something up tonight.”

“You know, I think we’ll take it,” Steve said between bites as he poked his fork in the air. “It was a long drive and...mmm, these are really good.”

“Thank you.” You said.

“It was all her,” The woman said. “But I made the tea.”

“Delicious. Maybe she can share some of her recipes.” Steve smiled. The comment backhanded enough to make her frown. You did too.

“Well…” Bucky’s fingers tapped on your leg. “She’s improving.”

You caught his fingers as you balanced your plate in one hand. He tore his hand away and pinched you. You squeaked and your plate wobbled before you righted it quickly. You huffed and stood.

“You’re going to make a mess.” You turned on James.

“Sit down.” He said evenly.

“No,” You put your plate down and grabbed his. “I made you dessert and you haven’t even touched it.”

“I’ll eat when you sit down.” He insisted. “Do I have to remind you, again, that we have guests?”

"Maybe you need to remember that,” You hissed. “Since you’re being an asshole.”

His nostrils flared as he seethed. He slowly leaned forward and for a moment, you thought he was going to grab you. He took the plate instead and sat back. He gestured to the couch. 

“Sit. Eat, then.” He growled. “We’ll talk later.”

💟

When you finished dessert, you tidied up the cups and plates on your own. Steve and his girl went to get their bags as James waited for them by the door. You listened to their voices fade as they ascended the stairs. You washed up the last of the dishes and put them away. 

He was in the doorway, so quiet you hadn’t noticed him. James beckoned you over with two fingers. You slowly walked around the counter and neared him. 

“Time for bed.” He said curtly. 

He led you through the dining room and to the staircase. You stopped as he began to climb and he looked back at you. “Well?”

You didn’t argue. You continued up after him and down the hall to the door at the very end. You’d never been in his room. It was always locked. The one room that wasn’t on your list. Gears whirred as he grabbed the handle, the same mechanism as that in the basement. He entered and waited for you to do the same before he closed the door firmly. The lock clicked back into place.

Was this merely a show for his guests? What pretense was left to them? 

You looked around anxiously. The curtains were open, a dark navy with white edges. They matched the bedding across the king bed and the night tables were sleek and black like the tall dresser. 

There was another bookcase, this one filled with various antiques; the most peculiar was an old leather arm prosthetic; worn and scuffed. You crossed to it without thinking as he moved around on the other side of the bed. You stared at the carefully crafted limb, the thick laces that held together the leather.

“What are you doing?” He asked. “You can’t wear that to bed.”

You spun to face him as he tossed his clothes in a tall wicker hamper in the corner. He was unashamed of his nudity as his hard cock bobbed with each step. He sat on the bed and moved the pillow up against the headboard as he turned to stretch his legs out across the mattress. He watched you, his eyes drawn by your fingers as they picked at the skirt of your dress.

“We won’t be sleeping for a while,” He said smugly.

You looked at the floor to keep from rolling your eyes. You rounded the bed and pulled the dress over your head. You dropped it atop his clothes in the hamper and kicked off your flats. You slowly turned back to him and he reached out to you. You reluctantly neared the bed and he gripped your wrist tightly to drag you over to him. 

You let him pull you up onto the bed. He guided your body over his until you straddled him, his cock prodded you from below. He ran his palms along your thighs and pinched them. You slapped his hands and he snickered. He looked up at you and his metal hand shot up to frame your face. His held your jaw as his other hand, his real hand, crept along your body.

“So…” He tweaked your nipple and cupped your tit. “What did you tell her?”

“Tell her?” You breathed. His touch overwhelmed your reticence. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He squeezed your jaw. “If you’re honest, it’s all so easy.”

“There was nothing I could tell her that she couldn’t already have guessed,” You hissed. “Didn’t have to say much. She’s smart.”

“And… what did she tell you?” He asked as he pinched your other nipple.

“N-nothing!” You squealed. “She talked about the baby. About moving. That’s all.”

“And what did she say about the baby and moving?” His fingers grazed your stomach and sent shivered through you.

“I… that she wasn’t...she doesn’t feel ready, is all.” You lied. 

He smiled and nodded. His metal hand slipped down to your neck. He pulled you closer as his other hand pushed between your legs. He rubbed along your folds and you gasped. “What about you, hmm?” His voice was low and gristly. “Are you ready?”

You gulped and your eyes widened. He dragged his fingers along your thigh and spread your arousal along your skin. He felt around between you and pressed the head of his cock past your clit and along your folds. You tried to shove yourself away from him with your hands on his hard stomach.

He poked at your entrance and jerked his hips up slightly. His tip slid inside of you and his hand snaked up your thigh to your hip. He forced you down and you let out an airy groan. His other hand fell away from your neck and mirrored his other. Slowly, he rocked your body.

“Move,” He growled. “And don’t stop till I tell you to.” 

His hands brushed down your hips and along your thighs. You kept the motion he had set. You couldn’t deny that it felt good. Your blood began to boil with that familiar and ever-present yearning. He watched you, his eyes drifted up and down your body as his fingers followed. 

His lashes flicked as his gaze stopped between your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. He ran his thumb down your vee and along your clit. He circled your bud and you bucked at the sensation. He did it again and again. You mewled pathetically as your hips stuttered.

“Faster,” He breathed.

You sped up as you reached to brace yourself. You grasped his shoulders as you worked against him. He continued to play with you as you murmured in response. His other hand stretched across your ass as his fingers toyed with you. You leaned on him heavily as you felt the coil tighten.

“Say it,” His fingers slowed, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge of your climax. “Say you want me.”

You shook your head and bit your tongue as you rocked faster, trying to find the friction you needed. He slapped your ass and you whimpered. He pushed his thumb against your clit as he stilled his hand.

“Say. It.” He snarled.

“I want you,” You begged. “Please, I want you.”

He smirked and flicked his thumb. He twirled around your bud and you bucked wildly atop him. You were almost there. 

“Again.” He demanded.

“I want you,” You uttered.

“Keep going.” He purred.

“I want you, I want you…” You chanted the words over and over as you reached for your release. 

Your body moved without thought. Your voice rose as you got closer and closer and finally spiked as you orgasm. You shook and whined as you came. Your thighs quivered and you slowed as the electricity flowed through you. You panted and your hands slipped down to James’ chest as your arms grew heavy.

“I didn’t say stop,” He sneered and slapped your ass with both hands. “Bad girl.”

He lifted you and pushed you onto your back before you before you could react. Still inside you, he pinned you to the bed. He thrust into you so deep you cried out. He hooked his arms up under yours and wrapped you in his heat. He didn’t waver, didn’t stop; but plunged into you harder and harder. 

“Say it,” He hissed.

“I want you.” You squealed.

He hummed as his sweaty torso brushed against yours. “Again.” He rasped. You kept going, repeating the mantra each time he thrust.

You were close to peaking again. Your voice was shrill and untamed. He sat back on his knees and pulled your legs up against his chest. He was quick to resume his former pace. His hands gripped the back of your knees as he crashed into you. Your head lolled and you clutched at the bedspread as the ecstasy consumed you. You exclaimed as your bliss mounted once more.

He pushed your legs together and rutted into you. His groans were loud and animalistic. The bed trembled beneath you. He sank into you with a grunt and spasmed as he coated your walls. His thrusts slowed and he hugged your legs with one arm and his other hand squeezed your thigh. He shuddered and hung his head as he stopped entirely.

You tried to wriggle away and his hold on your tightened. He tutted and rolled his hips so that you squirmed. His hand crawled up your thigh and along your pelvis until it rested on your stomach.

“We’re not done yet,” He said as he began to rock against you. “Not even close.”

[funkymbtifiction]

Glow Quicktypes

UNOFFICIAL TPYING BY: wackydeli097 

Ruth Wilder: ISFJ

Ruth’s dominant function is introverted sensing; her first reaction to a new situation is to try to relate it back to her knowledge base in the tropes and traditions of theater. In the first season, she struggles to create a character for herself, until Zoya comes to her in a flash at the patio store (inferior Ne). She then begins to really build that character through Si: she needs direct, tangible experience to flesh out Zoya (which she gets when she crashes the Russian Jewish family’s party to practice her accent). She is concerned with getting the details of her performance just right, and she constantly tries to fit G.L.O.W. into a larger narrative of theatrical themes that she has studied so intensely for several years. She isn’t a natural risk taker, but her partnership with Sam Sylvia (an ENTP) inspires her to tap into her lower functions and try out new ideas and experiences.

Ruth is a people-pleaser and often compares herself to others; she tells Sam, “I get very anxious when I feel like I’m behind in a group setting.” She views G.L.O.W. as a team and invests a lot into building camaraderie with her costars, especially after her friendship with Debbie implodes. In the first season, she has a very hard time asserting herself because of her guilt over that betrayal.

Debbie Eagan: ESTJ

Debbie is dramatic, and she’s often manipulative, but that doesn’t make her a feeling type; in emotional situations, she’s often at a loss of how to react appropriately, and she doesn’t have a clear understanding or handle on her own emotions. She has a victim complex in relationship to Ruth (unhealthy inferior Fi), even though the two of them have wounded each other a lot over the years. She’s manipulative because she’s spent a lot of time painstakingly studying emotions (Si) and working that into her logical framework; she knows the game and how to play it (Te), which is why she’s been very successful in her career. She can easily switch off her emotions to focus on the task at hand.

She’s an unhealthy Te user, though, which leads her to be excessively harsh, most notably when Ruth finally stands up for herself and fends off a sleazy TV executive in season two. Debbie is not sympathetic to Ruth’s feelings at all. She flat out says that those are the rules of being a woman in show business. She chastises Ruth for being selfish. In Debbie’s mind, Ruth acted illogically, and what’s worse, she presumed that the rules didn’t apply to her, that she was above having to deal with these situations.

Debbie absolutely expects other people to put their own feelings aside to get the job done because that’s what she’s done for so long. Her unhealthy introverted sensing has led her to make a lot of sacrifices without really considering alternatives; up until G.L.O.W., Debbie has pretty much played by the rules and maintained the status quo, even though, as Ruth observes, she’s been miserable within it for a long time. She gave up her acting career to care for her son, but also to coddle Mark’s ego over having a wife who’s more ambitious and successful than he is. As much as Debbie lays the guilt trip on others (er, Ruth), she’s also extremely susceptible to guilt herself (unhealthy Si), which is why she would have stayed in her marriage forever.

Debbie tends to take everything a bit too far; her tertiary Ne comes out in those moments of being especially over-the-top. In healthier outlets, she brainstorms story lines and expands on the soap opera tropes that she knows well (Si-Ne). But Ne also rears its head in times of emotional duress. When Mark has his secretary call to ask her the brand of their bed, Debbie loses it; she impulsively decides to sell the bed, then everything in the house, eventually marking it all down to $5 because she can’t deal with consistent or reasonable pricing; she just knows that she wants it all gone because the memories are too painful (Si), so she says “screw it, this doesn’t make sense, nothing is going according to my plans anymore, so burn it all down” (Te-Ne).  She’s constantly fending off the threat of her own emotions, too afraid to go into a vulnerable place because when she does, she slips into self-loathing and has a hard time yanking herself out of her emotional spiral. It’s a lot easier for her to repress her feelings – until they get too big and messy to handle.

Sam Sylvia: ENTP

Sam’s primary cognitive function is extraverted intuition; he deals in possibilities. We see this in action as he’s determining the cast in season one. He talks through all of his reactions to them out loud, with little regard to their feelings (low Fe) and he launches into ideas of possible characters; he takes an idea and runs with it, expanding it, complicating it (Ti working with Ne), mapping out a larger story arc that goes way beyond wrestling matches. That outrageous sci-fi plot indicates that he’s decided to take this potentially hokey wrestling show and transform it into something that fits into his autership, his internal framework that guides his film-making (Ti). He isn’t the best at follow-through, however (which is why he relies so much on Cherry and Ruth). This scattered tendency intensifies in season two, when he’s in an Ne-Fe loop over the threat of losing creative control. He becomes manipulative and petty as he fails to handle this stress. He starts lashing out emotionally, regarding Ruth with suspicion and publicly castigating her.

His inferior introverted sensing isn’t all that noticeable, except in his awkward attempt at parenting Justine involves giving her old photo albums… of relatives she’s never met and doesn’t even know how she’s related to them (again, low Fe). His idea is that Justine will want to know her family’s history and that the photos are a way to communicate that with her and establish a familial connection; he just has a very poor grasp of Si (and Fe) and doesn’t bother with the details. 

Bash Howard: ENFP

Bash is full of big ideas. His dominant function is extraverted intuition; he loves exploring possibilities, delighting in helping the GLOW girls create characters and explore costume options at the show’s inception, and as the show progresses, he thrives in the brainstorming and story boarding sessions. He believes in his vision of GLOW and is optimistic about his ability to bring that vision to life. He’s not the best with details (inferior Si); in season two, when a TV executive calls him and wants to come to the finale’s taping, he neglects to get the guy’s name and he turns to Debbie to figure it out.

His auxiliary introverted feeling is most obviously expressed through his eccentricity, which places him pretty far outside the kind of life his rich mother Birdie expects of him. Even though he knows this (and Birdie is not subtle, frequently withholding his allowance when she wants to express her disapproval of his choices), he doesn’t compromise; Bash is going to live his life on his own terms and adhere to his own set of values. This is a big part of why the girls open up to him so quickly; he is completely earnest and genuine, both in his love of wrestling and the way he values their individual potential, talents and needs.

That doesn’t mean that he’s fully developed his Fi, especially when it comes to his own emotional needs. In the finale of season 2, he tells Rhonda that he doesn’t fully process his emotions, but as we’ve seen from earlier episodes, this really isn’t the case. Bash has a strong understanding of his emotions, but he is reluctant to express them openly. He keeps his depth of feeling to himself, heartbreakingly so in the later episodes of the second season. This tendency to repress and internalize his emotions is compounded by the terrible reality of the closet and internalized homophobia in the 80s; Bash is either bi or gay, and he’s at least emotionally involved with Florian, his butler/best friend. When Bash gets the phone call that Florian has died (it’s heavily implied that he had AIDS), he walks away from Debbie at the bar, chokes back tears, hangs up the phone and doesn’t tell a soul. He buries all of those feelings deep inside and suffers alone. Instead, he acts with self-sacrificing chivalry towards Rhonda, which is baffling on the surface (”Rhonda just married a millionaire with no pre-nup!”), but this is his mode of coping with his complicated feelings about Florian; it’s a bruise too painful to touch or admit, so he chooses to hide further behind a mask of a heterosexual marriage.

Sheila the She-Wolf: ISFP

Sheila is living life as her most authentic self (dominant Fi). In the first season, when her roommate Ruth is struggling to create a character, Ruth praises her Method acting. Sheila swiftly corrects her: this is not a costume and it is not an act. Later on, she explains that she feels that, spiritually, she is a wolf. She doesn’t offer any further explanation of this spiritual connection to wolves; it’s enough that she knows it and that this is her truth.

Although she’s very aware of how unconventional she is, Sheila doesn’t care too much about how other people react to her appearance because authenticity is much more important to her; she has a strong sense of self and she’s compelled to express it physically, through her clothes and makeup. That indicates a strong use of her two dominant functions, introverted feeling and extraverted sensing.

Sheila has a lot of surprising talents and abilities. In season one, she reveals her ability to play piano, though, hilariously, she only knows the theme from Exodus. In season 2, she saves the day for Ruth and Debbie by typing their PSA with astonishing speed and accuracy. These unexpected talents aren’t necessarily related to MBTI, but her lack of explanation is; she simply springs into action whenever one of her skills is needed (Se), without feeling the need to narrativize how or why she knows these things.

In season 2, we see some of her inferior Te come out under stressful conditions, when Sam projects his own anxiety about losing control of the show onto all of the wrestlers and makes them compete against each other for a spot on the show each week. Sheila picks up on this quickly and adjusts to these new circumstances (Se-Ni) in order to protect herself. For example, while everyone is practicing for the week’s audition, Sheila pounces on Rhonda and covers her mouth to prevent her from revealing anything about their plan; this seems out of character for Sheila, but she’s read the situation and becomes suspicious of others (Ni-Te). She becomes competitive to preserve something she really cares about (Fi-Te); of all the wrestlers, Sheila is probably the one who truly needs this the most, because where else will she be actively encouraged to be a wolf? Sheila knows this and she’s going to fight and scrap and do whatever it takes to ensure that she can stay, even if that means somewhat harsh treatment of her teammates.

Carmen Wade: ISFJ

Carmen is warm and caring, and she shares her encyclopedic knowledge of wrestling (Si) to help her teammates develop their characters and more fully understand what they’re doing and why. In season one, Carmen is hesitant to upset her family’s expectations and demands on her, so she keeps her wrestling a secret. This is because she knows how they’ll react (Fe), that they view wrestling as a male-only activity, but also because she’s so passionate about wrestling and is unwilling to compromise on that just because her family disapproves. Wrestling is an integral part of Carmen’s sense of self; she’s passionate about the sport and its history, including her family’s history in wrestling, even if they don’t want to see it that way at first (one of my favorite moments is when her dad shows up to cheer her on and leads the crowd in chanting “Machu Picchu!”). Attaining that parental approval is important to Carmen, even though she’s willing to pursue her goals without it.

Carmen is hard-working and devoted to her area of expertise, and she uses that knowledge as a means of helping others. She organizes a team outing to watch a wrestling match so the others get that first-hand experience of what it means and what it’s about (Si again). In season 2, she is so supportive that she stretches herself too thin (in classic ISFJ fashion); she is so busy helping the others improve their wrestling moves that she doesn’t fully develop her own storyline for the week. She also shows difficulty in pivoting and improvising in the moment (inferior Ne) when Sam cuts their audition short.

[robby-l-keene]

Why Do We Always Self Destruct at Night? (Private)

Today was a fucking disaster.  Actually, this whole weekend has been.  The party was pretty fun, even sneaking into the wedding until we fell out of the ceiling. Then Granpa was sick.  He is 90 and he does have heart problems, so it wasn’t completely unexpected.  He gets tired often when we go out and do things, but he’s always better the next morning.  He wasn’t better this morning.  

I don’t think I slept two hours straight last night.  After showing Miguel to my room and bathroom, I gathered up some clothes and went to a guest room to take a shower to wash all the plaster and insulation off before I became a statue myself.  Then I had to go back down and talk Granpa into taking his heart medicine.  By the time I got back upstairs, Miguel was already showered and in bed asleep with FatCat, the traitor, curled up next to him. I put FatCat on the floor and got in bed, but I couldn’t sleep, convinced that every noise was Rhonda coming to tell me that Granpa had indeed decided to kick off during the night.  I tossed and turned for a while, then got up and went to the study so I wouldn’t wake Miggy, though I’m pretty sure a freight train couldn’t wake him.  I poured a strong drink from the minibar in there and sat down with a book I grabbed off the shelf at random.  Poetry. Sweetie used to read it to me when I couldn’t sleep.  I would curl up in her lap and listen to her voice more than the words.  Next thing I knew she would be waking me up in the morning. I wondered what she would think about me and Dad and Granpa now.  She wouldn’t have laughed about us falling through the ceiling and she definitely wouldn’t like me drinking.  I got up and poured the drink down the kitchen sink and went to Granpa’s room. He was sleeping as his nurse was dozing in his recliner.  I grabbed a blanket from the closet and laid down on the bench at the foot of the bed. Miguel had FatCat to keep him company so I didn’t feel too bad.

“Robby?”  Grandpa called out.

“Yeah?”

“Just making sure that was really you and I wasn’t hallucinating or something.”

“Why couldn’t a hallucination talk to you, too?”

He snorted a laugh.  “Dumbass.  Go to sleep.”

“Granpa, tonight you’ve called me a stupid ass, smart ass, wise-ass, and a dumbass.  Which one is it?”  

“How about just a horse’s ass?” He replied.

“No, that’s Mr. Reignor.”

He chuckled but I could hear the fatigue in his voice.  

I turned over on the bench. “How did I used to sleep on this thing?”

“You used to be a scrawny dweeb?”

“I love you, too, Granpa.”

“Shut up, Robby.”

We had to get him up at two to take a breathing treatment, then again at six to take some medicine. That’s when his nurse yelled at him for taking too long to read the bottle labels and I put her out of his house. She doubted that I could do it, but by the time I had her boss on the phone, she was in her car pulling out of the driveway.  They sent over another nurse, but I still stayed with him most of the day.  I wasn’t much of a host to Miguel and offered to get him an Uber or a cab several times, but he stayed with me, taking care of FatCat, fixing lunch, and even calling his mom, explaining the situation, and getting the names of some nurses for me.  He was great.

One of Granpa’s friends came by in the afternoon, giving me a chance to take Miggy home and check in with Dad and that couldn’t have gone worse.  We were both so on edge that three sentences in, we were yelling at each other.  

The ice cream trip was nice. And he didn’t seem to mind that I wanted to come back over here tonight.  Maybe he just wanted me out of the apartment, but so what?  Twice it looked like he was going to hug me, but then he’d jammed his hands in his pockets and turned away, making dumb jokes.  Whatever.  At least I got him to agree to try to keep Miguel and Demetri out of trouble.

Things were better when I got back.  Granpa even got up for dinner and the nurses today have been on top of things.

Now he’s sleeping peacefully, the nurse is sitting in his recliner, watching her laptop, and the house is quiet and still.  

I can’t stand quiet and still.  I can’t stand having to face my own thoughts sometimes.  I wandered through the empty house, going from room to room but not really finding anything to distract me from me.  I wanted a drink, but I wasn’t going to do that.  Molly and weed were out for the same reason.  I didn’t know what I wanted.  Well, that wasn’t true.  I knew exactly what I wanted, but that wasn’t going to happen, so I had to find something else.  

I grabbed a bottle of soda from the fridge and went out to sit by the pool.  I laid back in the lounge chair, listening to the sound of the water swirling around when I heard someone call my name.  I looked around.  Ami was standing by the side fence.

“Ami?  What are you doing outside now?”  It was almost midnight.

She held up a cigarette and shrugged.  “I know, super unhealthy and gross, but they keep me from killing my mom, so…, that’s why I have to come all the way out here.  Can I come over?”

“Sure,” I grinned.

“Want one?” she asked, holding out her pack of cigarettes when she got through the fences.

I rarely if ever smoke cigarettes, but hell, one vice is as good as another and it wasn’t alcohol or drugs, so I’m not disobeying Dad, exactly.  I take one and light it, inhaling deeply.  Dad would have a stroke.  “Sit,” I say, motioning to the lounge beside me, but she sits down in front of me and leans back against my chest.

“Is Mr. Weinburg going to be okay?” she asked.  “I heard he got sick last night.”

“As okay as a 90-year old with a heart condition can be,” I replied.

“I’m sorry my Dad’s being a jerk.  I’ve missed you,” she said, rubbing my legs.  She looked back at me.  

I don’t know who kissed who, but soon we were tangled up on the lounge chair, smokes long stomped out and forgotten.  

That feeling of being wanted, of being desired, even loved, was as strong as any drug I’ve ever done. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t right, but it was there and more than I could say no to.   I didn’t hesitate when she asked me to show her my room.

I woke up alone with three hickeys and a text saying that she’d had fun and I should call her next time I stay over.  We could have another ‘smoke’.    This feels worse than any come down I’ve ever had before and no way will Dad believe I was over here now.  Or that I wasn’t lying about being concerned about Granpa and that this wasn’t always the plan.  Fuck.

Why do we always self-destruct at night?

[magichcuse]

Full Name: Ebony Valeria Featherton

Nicknames: Ebbs, Ebby

Basics:

The daughter of Oswald and Victoria Featherton, sister of Thames Featherton, aunt of Sebastian and Thaddeus Featherton, suitress/wife of Johnathan Abberquack (later known as Joseph Featherton), and mother of Walter Abberquack.

A top student in her magic school; has plenty of ambitions, but put them aside to focus on taking care of Walter.

Relationships:

Ebony is closer to her father than her mother, mainly because she and Victoria are worlds apart. Victoria is meek and abides by strict gender roles while Ebony is more outgoing and rebellious. Though Oswald tries to rein Ebony in, he understands her better and allows her to have more freedom than Victoria would...which isn't saying a lot.

Ebony is also quite close to her older brother, Thames. Like Victoria, he is more cautious and a rule follower. However, he honestly admires the drive Ebony has...though he feels the need to keep her out of trouble when she pushes herself too far.

Ebony adores her nephews. Sebastian feels safe around her and Thaddeus enjoys actually being acknowledged by someone. She's a maternal figure to Sebastian and Thaddeus, offering her support when needed.

Ebony is in a loving marriage with her husband. They have squabbles at times, but she is loyal to him no matter what.

Walter is Ebony's pride and joy. She dropped everything to focus more on him and doesn't regret it. Being a mother is an adventure to her, though the pressure from herself and magical society has led to her making severe missteps in her parenting. Though she can be sweet and doting, she also has a roughness to her which Walter misconstrues as malice. She ultimately wants what is best for her son, no matter what that might mean.

Likes:

Thrill-chasing— Dueling is her favorite subject in school purely because of the adrenaline rush she gets from a good duel. She's the type of person who would go into the depths of Merlin's Point for the hell of it. Outside of class, she does tricks on her broomstick. Ebony would go into dragon riding or pegasus riding, but her parents want her to focus on her studies.

Johnathan/Joseph— Being set up to marry him since birth, Ebony has a strong attachment to Johnny. Even if he gets on her nerves and hurts her deeply, she'd still sacrifice everything to keep him safe.

Despite not being the original Johnathan, Ebony loves Joseph and wouldn't trade him in for anyone else. He is the man she built a relationship with; Joseph gave her a chance while Johnathan couldn't be bothered.

Theo— Out of all of her classmates, Ebony enjoys dueling with him the most. (Yes, even more than Johnathan). She admires his dueling style and loves the feeling of dueling against him. Even if she loses against him, the rush she gets is enough to make the match satisfying to her.

Rhonda— Ebony loves her familiar, despite being unconventional. She loves petting Rhonda and doesn't really mind the smell. Not everyone shares her sentiment, but she doesn't care.

Dislikes:

Societal expectations based on her gender— Being told to "calm down" and "act like a lady" only makes Ebony want to rebel even more. This causes tension between her and her mother. She also hates the notion that she gave up on her ambitions because she "had to" as a woman; Ebony CHOSE to focus on being a mother because she WANTED to. Having that autonomy taken away from her frustrates her so much.

Professor Daskalakis— Ebony strongly dislikes him, but is also oddly fascinated by him? She pushes herself to prove her worth to him and wants to duel against him one day. She finds the idea of facing an expert dueler appealing, even if that dueler is repulsive.

Sabrina— Ebony despises her sister-in-law. She believes her older brother deserves better than her and hates the way Sabrina treats her children (Ebony's nephews). Despite having harsh feelings towards her, Ebony avoids bad mouthing her in front of Sebastian and Thaddeus (though that's difficult to do when Sebastian takes the opportunity to bash his mother during the rare moments he's alone with her). Unfortunately, Sabrina doesn't treat Ebony with the same respect when it comes to Walter; she even goes out of her way to drive a wedge between Ebony and Walter.

Hobbies:

Dueling— Ebony views dueling as an odd combination of a battle and an amusement park ride. She thoroughly studies her opponents' dueling styles and goes for the ones who are the roughest on her. It's not even about winning for her, she just loves the feeling of being dueled against. However, she could still hold her own in a duel if necessary.

Broom riding— Not being allowed to go into more extreme sports, Ebony uses her broomstick to get the adrenaline rush she craves. She's able to do complex tricks with it and still uses broom riding as a method of coping even after she becomes a mother. She even let Walter ride with her when he was younger, though she had to restrain herself as to not traumatize him (or worse).

Broom crafting— Ebony designs her own brooms, in order to create the optimum riding experience. She pays attention to the shape, size, material, etc., having specialized broomsticks depending on the mood she's in. Though she could easily turn her expertise into a business opportunity, she prefers to keep it as a hobby because she's disinterested in the commercialization of broom-riding and doesn't want the fun to be drained from something she's truly passionate about.

Physics— it's not the most conventional hobby, per say, but it's a common theme amongst her other hobbies and she enjoys dabbling in it in general.

Fears:

Pediophobia— Ebony knows it's irrational, but she's creeped out by humanoid objects. Their soulless eyes make her shiver.

Failing as a mother— Even before Ebony had Walter, being a mother felt daunting. Parenting is the one aspect of her life where other's opinions deeply impact her. Shaping a literal person is a HUGE responsibility and she didn't exactly have a lot of time to prepare. No matter what she does, there's always a nagging voice in her head telling her she's not doing good enough. It doesn't help that the nagging exists in the outside world as well. Ultimately, this fear is the root of her flaws as a parent...a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts.

Five Positive Traits:

Brave— Ebony can face any challenge that comes her way, whether it be a fierce dragon or a strict professor.

Intelligent— Ebony is able to calculate things in her head, describing the physics behind something just by looking at it. She's also a good student in general, though she's often overshadowed by her brother.

Innovative— Related to the previous trait, Ebony is determined to make breakthroughs in broom crafting and tries things that haven't been tried before.

Committed— When Ebony makes a commitment, she stays committed. This reflects the most in her marriage and parenting. The one time Ebony made time for herself, she felt physically sick.

Caring— Ebony is sympathetic to those in need and helps as much as she can. She's also an incredibly loving wife and mother.

Five Negative Traits:

Impulsive— This was more of an issue when Ebony was younger, wanting to do dangerous things for the sake of doing dangerous things. After she learns how to calculate potential risks, she's more careful. However, her impulsiveness hasn't completely gone away. If she's clouded by emotions, her impulsive tendencies come back.

Extreme— Some people might find Ebony too intense, especially when she shows her unfiltered risk-taker side. She keeps appearances in front of the pretentious socialites, but you better be prepared if she gets close to you.

Cynical— Despite trying to fit in (for her husband's sake), Ebony has cynicism when it comes to magic society. She has a distaste for the elites and hates the gatekeeping in the magical community. This cynicism makes Ebony judgmental of other women, though she develops a more nuanced opinion as she gets older.

Stubborn— Don't tell Ebony not to do something because she'll be even more determined to do it out of spite.

Fiery-temper— If you catch Ebony in a bad mood or piss her off, you're in trouble

Picture:

[the-record-newspaper]

The killing of Rhonda Hinson Part 37

This photo was captured by Google Maps in August, 2012.  It is a picture of the residence of Mark and Faith Turner—the house where Greg and Jane McDowell came on January 26, 1996 at Mark's invitation.  Mark's house had been wired by authorities to capture conversation between the two couples.

By LARRY J. GRIFFIN

Special Investigative Reporter

For The Record

 “You know what’s worse than the fear of speaking the truth?  It’s the fear of uncovering it.” –Milton Fine, 2005.

When Greg and Jane McDowell appeared at Mark and Faith Turner’s Bouchard Avenue doorstep on Friday Jan. 26, 1996, neither visitor had an inkling that the sole purpose of the social assignation was to record the Greg’s voice and any incriminating statement he might articulate that would implicate him in the killing of Rhonda Hinson.  

But Mark knew; Faith knew.  They knew about the recording equipment concealed in the crevices of the crawlspace of the room adjacent to the living room and the transmitters carefully concealed within the creases of the curtains.  And though he ostensibly felt ambivalently about cooperating with authorities, Mark acceded to—for all intents and purposes—Detective James “Flash” Pruett’s plan to ‘set his friend up’ for the second time in eight days.  

In his detailed case notes, the detective typed a synopsis of the latter events of the day:

“Greg and his wife arrived at 6:30 PM and left shortly after 9:00 PM.  We had earlier instructed Mark Turner to unplug the equipment after Greg left.  We arranged to pick the system up while the daughter was away from the home at noon tomorrow [Saturday Jan. 27, 1996] Buddy Noles took possession of the items and will transfer the audio to cassettes.”

Subsequently, Detective Pruett called Buddy Noles at Western Piedmont Community College (WPCC) inquiring after the results of the taped visit. The response that he received was—yet again—disappointing:

“He said the audio tape of Greg McDowell recorded at Mark Turner’s home was of very poor quality and of no value.  He could not get any audio of the target voices.  He mentioned Mark stated Greg seemed to be in a hurry to leave and acted really nervous.”

For the third time—in as many attempts—the conscientious investigator had failed to obtain the information that he sought to acquire. At least twice, faulty technology was implicated.  

The next day—January 27th—Flash was on-call and worked from 2 p.m. until midnight.  He dealt with a multiplicity of breaking-entering-larceny (BEL) cases but did manage to interview William “Poncho” Holland in his office.  Of that encounter he wrote:

“He was one of the first county officers to arrive at the crime scene.  In his opinion, he did not feel the shot came from I-40.  He felt the car was moved from the scene to [Sic] early and complained of poor investigative techniques during the crime scene processing.  He pointed out the tire impression to investigative officers, left on the road by Rhonda’s car.  He felt she was in her proper lane and rolled back into the ditch. No one marked the highway where the impressions stopped.  He did not know the position of the overhead dome light.  He did recall being at the victim’s parents home and he did see Charles McDowell step forward when [John] McDevitt mentioned the McDowell’s [Sic] names. This statement would verify what Judy Hinson said about McDowell being at her home.”

[NOTE: It was previously reported that Burke County Sheriff’s Department Officer Bill Holland, was the first county official to arrive on the scene.  His arrival was noted in an undated Valdese Police report signed by Officer Danny Barus. In an article published by the News Herald, dated Sept. 2, 2001, the front page of Sgt. Bill Holland’s report of the events was pictured on Page 4A of the daily newspaper.  Dated Dec. 23, 1981, the typed narrative stipulates that Mr. Holland “arrived on scene at 01:25 Hrs.”—approximately 11 minutes after Lieutenant Harry Feimster of the Valdese PD became the first law enforcement officer of any kind to reach the crime scene.]

In his interview with Detective Pruett, Mr. Holland averred that he and his wife, Wanda, played tennis with Rhonda.  Additionally, he mentioned the name Rick Steiner—a tennis partner of Rhonda’s who purportedly had a “crush” on the then 18-year-old. Notably, in a News Herald photo published circa September, 1981, Rhonda and Rick are receiving checks for winning a mixed-doubles tournament.  The monetary presentation was made by the late Wanda Holland.  

As throes of Winter 1996 yielded to the promise of Spring, Flash’s attention turned to other salient, often baffling details of the Hinson case—specifically the clothing that Rhonda was wearing the early morning that she was killed.  Neither Judy nor Bobby Hinson had viewed their daughter’s clothing subsequent to her murder—they said as much in their initial interview with The Record.  

Detective Pruett located the clothing in the evidence room to of the Burke County Sheriff’s Department and retrieved Rhonda’s shoes to show to her mother and father who had journeyed to his office.  In his file notes—dated Tuesday, March 5, 1996—he recorded their shocking response:

“…The shoes we have were indeed the shoes Rhonda had on when she was murdered, but not the shoes she wore as she left home enroute to the party. Rhonda had called her mother from work [on Dec. 22, 1981] telling her about buying a new pair of shoes.  She and Greg McDowell had gone to lunch and shopped for a pair of shoes.  Rhonda held her foot up when leaving for the party and said, ‘how do you like my new shoes?’ Judy Hinson said they were dressy and darker beige than her blouse.  Rhonda also asked her father to bring her car to the front so she would not get her new shoes muddy.”  

“I really didn’t pay a lot of attention to Rhonda’s shoes; I paid more attention to the clothes she was wearing,” recalled Judy Hinson in a recent interview with this writer.  “I remember that she was on her way out the door when she held up her foot and asked, ‘How do you like my shoes?’  Well, I told her yes, yes I liked them.”

But when the Hinsons viewed the shoes at Flash’s office, Judy was particularly troubled.   “I didn’t realize that there would be blood on them; but, there was,” she said. “So, it was difficult for me to look at them very long.  But I did notice that inside one shoe there were toe impressions—you know the kind a person makes when they have worn shoes for a long time.”  

As he examined the shoes in custody, Flash noted flex marks, worn places, and marks on the straps—markings that would suggest that these shoes had been worn for some time.  However, that observation was not the most puzzling discovery relative to the footwear Rhonda was wearing when her lifeless body was found outside her vehicle by law enforcement on the early morning of Dec. 23, 1981.  The detective explained in his case synopsis:

 “The strangest part of all is the fact the shoes we have are 9 Ds, a full size larger than Rhonda wore.  Judy checked other shoes in Rhonda’s bedroom and discovered the sizes to be size 8.”  

“They were larger than what Rhonda wore—generally she wore a size eight,” Judy explained. “I can’t account for the size difference; however, there is a possibility that if her feet were hurting her, Rhonda may have asked Sherry [Pittman Yoder] if she had some more comfortable shoes for her to wear—or maybe even some that belonged to Sherry’s mother.”

Upon reflection, Ms. Hinson offered one other plausible explanation. “It also could have been that if Rhonda saw the shoes and liked them, then the correct size would not have mattered to her.  I mean, I would never buy a pair of shoes that didn’t fit; however, things like that didn’t really matter to Rhonda.”

The Hinsons still have the footwear that Rhonda wore to work on Dec. 22, 1981—before she came home to change for the Hickory Steel Christmas party. Judy attempted to locate the size of those shoes; but, there was no discernible size denotation.  However, she compared one of her daughter’s to one of her own size 7 and a half shoes and discovered that they aligned with each other.  

“I thought that the shoes Flash showed us were at least a size larger than Rhonda’s shoe size; however, it looks like they may have been at least one and a half sizes larger than hers,” Judy concluded.  

The stunning footwear conundrum raised a plethora of questions for Detective Pruett—he noted the most salient in his file notes:

“…Could Rhonda have left the old shoes in Greg’s car at lunch [on Dec. 22, 1983] and worn the new ones?  The new shoes cannot be accounted for in the inventory of Rhonda’s car.  Could she have met Greg and changed into the old ones before the fight?  Could the new shoes have been left in Greg’s car after the murder?  The new facts cause a problem for the scuff marks on the left shoe.  When was the shoe damaged?”

Then he drew a most chilling inference:

“On the other hand, it would limit the killer to be a person who had the new shoes.  Who else could have possession of the old or new shoes other than the person who shopped with her on December, 22, 1981?”

Six days after he typed his March 5th case file synopsis—Monday, March 11, 1996—Detective Pruett reported that he had sustained a foot injury while on an off-road dirt bike riding adventure with his son. “Unfortunately, I will be out of work for some time,” he noted.  

Unbeknownst to the able investigator, his injury would require extensive surgery and a prolonged recuperative period.  In fact, it would be over 16 weeks before Detective James “Flash” Pruett returned to work and the investigation into the killing of Rhonda Hinson.    

[thewriterandthewitch]

Audrey knows best (MadWife)

One short fanfic.

Laura x MadSweeney (MadWife)

Rating: Teen and Up. (Mentions of sex)

Summary:

Laura returns to her best friend's house to ask for another favor. This time, she brings a tall leprechaun with her.

You can read it here or in ao3.

Audrey knows best

“Have you had any new hallucinations?”

The psychologist asks the question she has been asking her every week and Audrey shakes her head, in a mute “no”, while she fixes her eyes in the ugly butterfly-shaped pin the woman wears on her lapel.

Rhonda Machado may be an exceptional psychologist but she has a horrible fashion sense. She doesn’t ask another question and Audrey looks up, confused and impatient. She knows the game her psychologist is playing: Silence makes everyone uncomfortable and if Rhonda lets it fill the room for too long, Audrey will end up confessing her most disturbing thoughts. The problem is that it always works.

“Why a zombie? Why couldn’t I hallucinate her as she was before she died?” Audrey shakes her head. “Sewing her arm back was positively disgusting.”

“I don’t know. The mind is a complex mechanism. Do you want to venture a guess?”

Audrey shrugs. “Maybe I wanted to punish her… so I imagined her as a corpse. She was always too pretty outside, too ugly inside.” Even as she says it, she feels a little bit guilty, but she swallows it back.

“Why were you friends then, if she was too ugly inside?”

“I was naïve. I thought she was unreachable and cruel to men but genuine to me.” She laughs, letting the anger rein free. “I was so fucking stupid.” Audrey blinks, allows herself to be lost in her own thoughts and then, she rushes to apologize. “I am sorry for my vocabulary.”

“You can swear if it makes you feel better.”

It shouldn’t but it fucking does. And only for a second, Audrey understands her dead former best friend – because Laura loved to use the crudest words to describe everything. She looked delicate outside but she had such a dirty mouth. Men loved that.

“I always envied the spell she had on men. They smiled at her as if she was the most enchanting princess they had ever met and they just felt the need to protect her at any cost. Shadow wasn’t an exception. Laura smiled back at them, she batted her eyelashes and seduced them in her own subtle way – but it was never real, you know, she liked the attention but she never really cared about them.” She shakes her head, feeling suddenly sad. “Shadow wasn’t an exception.” She repeats.

Audrey remembers when Zombie Laura told her Shadow was the light of her life, and now she wants to laugh hysterically again, but she contains herself.

When Audrey leaves her psychologist’s office, she doesn’t feel better – or saner for that matter. She understands that Laura was only a hallucination, a product of her mind, but she still can remember the pungent smell and the sounds of her bowel movements. It was so disgusting that it’s difficult to accept it wasn’t real.

She decides to go buy food and some ingredients to make pies. She knows she still has plenty of apple pie in the fridge but making them has become her latest obsession. Once, before her life became a fucking Greek tragedy, she loved to decorate scrapbooks – now, the mere sight of colored paper makes her want to puke. Cooking is therapeutic; it saves her from her thoughts, her anger, and her tears.

Audrey only spends half an hour in the supermarket and she arrives home just before the sunset. When her car reaches the driveway, she’s surprised to find a heavily damaged ice truck parked in front of her house. Audrey grabs her grocery bag and steps out of the car without taking her eyes off the ice cream truck.

She almost shrieks when she recognizes Laura Moon, her particular zombie hallucination, in front of the wheel. She looks alive, or dead, or something in between – a little bit worse for wear than the last time she hallucinated her. Audrey hugs her grocery bag against her chest and starts walking toward the main door with urgent steps.

“Audrey!” Laura calls after her, getting out of the truck.

“No, no, no, no. You’re not real!” She screams, not stopping for a second.

Audrey allows herself only a quick peek, to check if Laura is still there. She is and she isn’t alone. A very tall redheaded man descends from the copilot seat and leans against the hood. He has scratches on his face and he looks quite intimidating. The man reminds her of the rough-looking lumberjacks and hunters from the covers of her romantic novels.

“What…?” Laura starts asking but Audrey slams the door in her face.

Safe inside her house, Audrey takes a deep breath to calm her fast-beating heart. She moves toward the kitchen's window and positions herself in a spot where she can still see them without being seen. She watches in silence how Laura returns to the car to grab a box of chocolates and then, she brusquely “hands” it to the tall man, hitting him in the stomach with it.

“Why do I have to bring the chocolates? She’s your friend!”

“Because you smell… well, not good, exactly. Just slightly less disgusting than me.” Laura answers. “I don’t want the chocolates to smell like expired meat.”

The man snorts, a prideful smile forming on his face.

Laura stops in front of her door. “Audrey, I’m very embarrassed I’m doing this again but… I need your help. I brought… I brought some peace offering.”

“I don’t think a box of chocolates will make her forget you died with her husband’s dick inside your mouth.” The man retorts and Audrey nods, agreeing with him, even when he can’t see her.

Laura sighs but doesn’t contradict him. She keeps speaking to the closed door. “We’re going to stay here, waiting, until you open this door. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Audrey shakes her head, furious. She opens the main door and looks at Laura with hate.

Laura smiles as if everything was fine with the world. “Hello, Audrey.”

“You’re dead… and rotting on my doormat.”

Laura simply nods. She seems unperturbed about this fact and Audrey considers it a clear sign that she’s just a product of her imagination.

The redhead turns lightly towards Laura. “I thought she already knew.”

“She does.” Laura looks back at Audrey. “You know. Remember? We had a heart to heart, first in the bathroom, then in your car.”

“Yes. I mean… no.” Audrey shakes her head. “I talked to my psychologist and we decided that you were a product of my imagination. It took weeks, weeks, you hear me? But I finally came to terms with the fact that you weren’t real, that I just made you up because I was feeling guilty for hating you so much when you were dead and buried.”

Laura sighs and shakes her head. She walks into the house without asking for permission. A putrid smell hits Audrey when she passes in front of her so she steps back and covers her nose with her hand. Laura shows her a resigned and even self-deprecating smile.

“If I were only part of your imagination… would I smell so bad?”

“I assure you she’s real. She wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass if she weren’t.” The tall redhead man says.

Audrey blinks at him, “And who are you?”

“Mad Sweeney.” He says, offering her his hand to shake.

“Mad?” She asks while she shakes his hand.

He nods. “Mad as a hatter.” He says, showing a smile that seems too long and two white-teethed for his face.

Without bothering to ask permission, Laura turns the AC on with such strength that she almost tears the wheel off. “Cold is good to conserve cadavers, you know.” She explains. Audrey doesn’t know what to answer to that so she simply nods. Laura moves her hand over her collarbone, where the seams are opening and Audrey can see her bones. “Audrey, I know you still hate me and you’re in your right… but as I said, I need another favor.”

Audrey folds her arms and looks at her former best friend with apprehension. “Is it the car, again?” She holds back from commenting that Laura’s truck is a complete mess.

“No. We need to stay here for some days. It won’t be for long…” Laura shoos away a fly that’s circling over her head. “Well, he needs a place to stay. I will come and go. I have some… errands to do.”

“What kind of trouble are you in? And I don’t want more lies, Laura, I’ve had enough of your secrets…”

Audrey observes how Laura and Mad Sweeney exchange stares. He nods, answering Laura’s mute question. Audrey looks at their wordless understanding with unconcealed surprise. In all the years she has known Laura, she has seen multiple guys trying to form an emotional connection with her but their stares and smiles were always one-sided. Laura smiled back at them but in the same way than an actress smiles at her co-lead, they were never genuine smiles.

“He betrayed a god so he needs to hide somewhere,” Laura explains as if she were explaining the plot of a new movie.

Audrey raises a brow. “A god?”

“A Nordic god, to be more precise,” Sweeney adds. “A one-eyed manipulative son of a bitch with a penchant for storms.”

Audrey shakes her head and looks at Laura with anger, “That’s the lie you want to feed me? You’re hiding from a fucking god?”

Laura extends her arms, showing the marks of her body. “Is that really so difficult to believe?”

Audrey bites her lip, trying to resist the temptation of believing her. Hallucinating her dead best friend is one thing, believing in the existence of a dangerous Nordic god is something else entirely.

Audrey looks at Mad Sweeney with an expression of mocking disbelief. “And what are you, then? A genie?”

“Do I look like a sodding genie?” He asks, deeply offended. “I am a leprechaun.”

She raises both brows, not even trying to hide her skepticism. “A leprechaun? Well, you don’t look like a leprechaun, either. Shouldn’t you be more…?” She gestures with her hand, indicating the size of a kid or a dwarf.

“Don’t even say it. Nobody likes stereotypes.” Sweeney says, with an almost threatening tone.

“So about that favor… what do you say?” Laura asks with a pleading tone. It’s an odd expression in her face, something Audrey hasn’t seen before.

Once again, Audrey bites her lip, meditating. She smiles with courtesy at Sweeney. “Do you mind if I talk with Laura in private?”

Sweeney gestures with his hands, expressing that he doesn’t mind. Audrey grabs her former best friend from the arm and pushes her towards her bedroom. Once they’re inside, she locks the door.

“Who is he?”

Laura blinks, confused. “We weren’t lying. He’s actually a leprechaun.”

“No. Who is he to you?”

“A travel companion. That’s all. He needs something I have, I need his guidance… more or less.”

Audrey looks at her with disbelief. She knew Laura. She knew Laura’s relationship with men – it was always a sordid, depressing and very basic-needs affair.

“Is that how they call it nowadays?”

Laura raises both eyebrows, surprised as if the thought had never crossed her mind. “It’s just a platonic business arrangement and I’m married.”Audrey looks at her with a face that clearly says: ‘are you fucking with me?’ Laura shakes her head and for a moment, she even looks embarrassed. “Well, I am dead and I am pretty sure my vagina isn’t in the right position anymore.”

“So how does that work? You being alive when your organs aren’t in the right position…”

“Long story short: I have a magic coin inside my belly that’s keeping me alive. Ginger Minge here wants that coin so he’s trying to find a solution. Meaning: Resurrection.” Laura stops to swallow a worm that has crept through her throat to her mouth, and continues. “He took me to the goddess Easter but she said she couldn’t resurrect me because I was killed by a god who calls himself Mr. Wednesday.”

“You met Easter? You mean… like Happy Easter? Bunnies and Chocolates?”

“Yes, she’s very nice but useless for what I need… I haven’t given up, though. I will fucking hunt God himself if that’s what it takes.”

Audrey frowns. “What the hell happened to you? When you were alive, you were the biggest atheist I knew and… now you’re looking for God? We live and then we die and we rot. Those were your exact words.”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly wrong,” Laura answers, caressing one of her scars with the tips of her fingers.

“You’re also hanging out with a damn leprechaun and running away from gods, and you tell me all this with the biggest conviction.”

“Yes, now I’m a great believer. Whatever. This world fucking sucks and gods aren’t much better… but I don’t have time to discuss religion, ok? So can he stay?”

Audrey looks at the closed door, remembering the strange leprechaun that’s still waiting in her living room. “Can I trust him?”

“He won’t hurt you,” Laura says.

Audrey notices that she didn’t exactly say she could trust him and, for a second, she considers throwing them out of her house but she doesn’t - because lately, her life has been an endless cycle of pity parties and boring days. She needs a distraction and she’s damn curious, too. It’s probably a horrible idea to offer refuge to a leprechaun who has infuriated some dangerous gods but the idea of knowing about that world and not being part of it is even more distressing. She’s tired of being in the dark, so she nods.

“Yes, you both can stay.”

Laura smiles, looking relieved. Audrey doesn’t return the smile – they aren’t friends again. She only nods her head, as if this was a business transaction, and moves to open the door.

Audrey steps out of the bedroom with a friendly smile and looks at Mad Sweeney, who is still waiting in the middle of her living room, holding the box of chocolates:

“Apple pie?” She asks.

+++

The three of them sit at the table, around the apple pie. Mad Sweeney is eating as if this was his last day on earth but Audrey can’t swallow even a bite because she can feel Laura’s strong scent in her taste buds. The silence is uncomfortable and, for a second, it reminds her of her therapy sessions.

“So… are you from Ireland, then?” Audrey asks, trying to be nice.

Mad Sweeney looks up, surprised that she’s addressing him. “There’s no one more Irish than me in this country, deary.”

“What about your parents? Did they immigrate here, too?”

This time, he seems really shocked by the question, “Nobody has ever asked me about my parents before.”

“Please, don’t get all emotional on us now,” Laura tells him, cruelly. Mad Sweeney gestures at her with his big hand, as if he was shooing away a fly.

“Actually, I haven’t thought of my parents in a long time… I was human once. A king, you know?”

Laura rolls her eyes but Audrey bends over the table, interested. “You mean a real king? Crown on your head…?”

“Aye, and a throne under my butt.”

Audrey feels tempted to tell him he doesn’t look like royalty but she doesn’t want to offend her guest.

“What happened to your kingdom?” She asks, instead.

“People killed it – when they stopped believing in it. That’s the worst way of killing someone, you know, forgetting them.”

Audrey nods, understanding. She may have never been a queen but she knows how it feels to be forgotten.

“I know what you mean. In some way, I was forgotten too.” She looks at Laura, who seems busy making a mess of her apple pie with her fork, without eating it. “My husband cheated on me with my best friend. The two people I loved the most forgot all about little me… they took me for granted, disrespected me and fucked each other when I wasn’t looking.” Furious now, Audrey looks at Laura. “Was the sex good, at least?”

Laura, looking resigned and guilty, shakes her head. “Not at all.” She says. “He was too insecure, especially with his tongue, always wanting to please.”

“Fuck you, Laura.” Audrey spits out.

Instead of feeling out of place, Mad Sweeney makes himself comfortable on the chair and looks at them as if they were the protagonists of a popular soap opera.

Audrey, however, feels embarrassed by her fit of anger and she looks at Mad Sweeney with mortification. “I am really sorry. That was very uncivilized of me.”

“Civilized is overrated,” Sweeney says.

“He’s more foul-mouthed than the two of us combined. Believe me.” Laura says but Audrey avoids looking at her. Laura rolls her eyes. “Come on, Audrey. What do you want me to say? I’m sorry?”

“Why did you do it?”

“My cat died and…”

“Okay, and my grandmother died five years ago and instead of having an affair, I spent my Christmas bonus on comfort food.”

“He was close, he was just there…” Laura tries to explain.

Audrey shakes her head. She looks up at Sweeney. “Boy, you had bad luck!” The leprechaun nods in agreement although Audrey hasn’t explained yet what she means. “You lost your opportunity to ride the whore. If she had been alive during your road trip, she would’ve jumped your bones… just because you were there.”

Mad Sweeney raises a brow; he seems more amused than uncomfortable.

“For God’s sake, Audrey…” Laura exclaims and she looks at Sweeney’s amused smile. “And you, drop that smile, I wouldn’t have fucked you even if you were the last penis on earth.”

“Are you sure? You have a weird obsession with my prick.” Sweeney pretends to be recalling the different moments. “First, I go to pee, there you come… wishing to take a peek, I’m sure. Then, you hold my balls in your hands…”

Audrey opens her eyes wide, surprised.

“Over his pants!” Laura specifies, for Audrey’s benefit. Then, she looks back at Sweeney. “And do I have to remind you I was aiming to hurt you and not give you pleasure?”

“Oh, darling… but there’s such a thin line between pain and pleasure.”

“Really? Next time, I will make sure to crack them.” Laura shakes her head and looks at Audrey. “As you see, he’s a disgusting piece of shit. I would never fuck him. Dead or Alive.”

Laura sends a heated stare toward Sweeney, challenging him to contradict her. However, it’s Audrey who talks:

“I would.” She says, shrugging.

“What?” Laura asks, confused.

“I would fuck him.” Audrey specifies. She sends a seductive smile towards Sweeney, who looks adorably surprised.

Laura shakes her head, uncomfortable, disgusted and for some reason, angry.

+++

Audrey shows her a small room, a lot smaller than the one where Sweeney is staying. It has a big window, though, which will help with her putrid smell. Laura touches the pillow with her fingers and tries not to remember all the times she stayed over for a girly sleepover with Audrey.

“It’s a good thing you have so many spare rooms,” Laura says, with an uncharacteristic shyness.

“Yes, we bought a big house because we wanted a big family. Good thing it never happened, though.” Audrey answers, with bitterness.

Laura nods, looking guilty again. “You should tell Mad Sweeney you were joking, you know. If you don’t want him to come to your room in the middle of the night…”

Audrey smiles, making Laura even more uncomfortable. “How old do you think he is?” Audrey asks. Laura immediately recognizes the tone of her voice. It’s the same she used during college when she asked Laura to find out if a boy she liked was an artist, a law student or a computer geek.

“He doesn’t look over forty.” Laura answers.

“Yes, but he’s a leprechaun… isn’t he like 200 years old or something? Like the vampires from the movies.”

“Maybe. Maybe older. I think he said once that he came to America in the 18th century.”

“Can you imagine how experienced he’s in bed?” Audrey asks, with a naughty and too curious smile.

Laura doesn’t answer, she just shakes her head and Audrey moves toward the door, getting ready to leave for her own bedroom. Laura doesn’t want the conversation to end on that note, though, so she calls her name. Audrey stops at the door, with her hand on the handle.

“He killed me. You know?” Laura says. “I thought my death was my fault but he was the one who caused the accident. Divine intervention, because a god ordered him to do it.”

Audrey frowns. “Why are you helping him, then?”

“Well, unfortunately… I need him.”

Audrey raises both brows. It’s the first time that she hears Laura saying that she needs anyone. Laura recognizes the expression on Audrey’s face and she shakes her head.

“No. I don’t need him in the abstract sense of the word. I need him for a very specific reason: My resurrection. He’s the guy who knows everyone – every god, in this case, and where they live. He’s just a very convenient GPS... so I need him alive until we find a solution to my alive-inside-a-rotting-corpse situation. The problem is that he has the tendency of awakening the fury of very powerful gods.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I thought you should know who he really is… before you do something you can regret.”

“Oh. I see.” Audrey says. “I guess I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?” Laura asks, confused.

“I thought you brought him as a peace offering: ‘Here you have this Sex God, have sex with him and be so grateful that you will forget that I fucked your husband.’ That would be your thought process – you’re messed up enough for that.”

“He’s not a Sex God.”

“Not literarily, maybe, but good enough for a mere mortal like me,” Audrey answers with a small smile. “In any way, it’s obvious you don’t want me to have sex with him.”

“I don’t care if you have sex with him.”

“No. It’s pretty obvious you don’t want me to… because you like him.”

“That’s absurd. Haven’t you heard us arguing before? He’s annoying as hell.”

“He killed you and you are still traveling with him. More than that, you’re protecting him from a god he pissed off… it’s the most selfless act I have seen you do in your whole life.”

“It’s not selfless if I have very selfish reasons to do it!”

“I thought you said you met Easter. I am sure she knows all the gods, too… which means you don’t really need Mad Sweeny and still, you don’t seem to want your revenge.” Audrey smiles, triumphant. “You like the leprechaun, Laura Moon.”

Laura shakes her head. “You’re wrong, but think whatever you want.” Laura puts a lock of her hair behind her ear and tries to talk with innocent indifference. “Does your very wrong assumption mean you’re not going to have sex with him?”

“What? No. As I already told you once: Fuck your feelings, Laura!” Audrey shows her an evil smile. “Sweet dreams.” She says, before exiting the room and closing the door.

Laura stays frozen on her spot for several seconds, trying to understand what she’s feeling and thinking. Death has made her more emotional – which it’s so fucking ironic. She doesn’t need to sleep anymore but she likes to pretend that she could, if she wanted to – so she lies on her back on the bed and looks at the ceiling as if she could see the stars there.

She doesn’t care if Audrey and Mad Sweeney have sex – but for some odd reason, she does. She’s a possessive person, and even when she isn’t interested at all in Mad Sweeney - or that's what she tells herself - she still likes to think he’s hers somehow. Her travel companion, her ally, her killer.

She pays attention to the silence, trying to hear steps or whispers outside her bedroom, but three hours go by without any noise. The fourth hour, however, breaks the quietness of the night. Outside, in the hallway, another door opens and Laura sits up on her bed with all her senses alert.

She immediately recognizes the leprechaun’s heavy steps and before she can realize what she’s doing, she’s opening her own door and looking at Sweeney with a very unfriendly expression. He jumps, surprised by her sudden presence, and takes some steps back.

“Fuck, Deadwife! You should wear a sleigh bell.”

“What? Are you scared of ghosts now?”

“Nah. The dead don’t scare me.”

“Where are you going?” Laura asks, her voice piercing and accusatory.

“Just going to the loo. Wanna come and take a look at my prick?”

Laura shakes her head, feeling more relieved than disgusted. She glances at Audrey’s closed door.

“I think I will take a rain check.”

“Maybe some day, Dead wife.” After these words, he starts heading towards the bathroom and Laura watches him walk away. She stands there until he enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

Laura glances at the closed door of Mad Sweeney’s bedroom and in a split second, she makes a decision.

+++

The first thing Mad Sweeney notices when he returns to his bedroom after taking a leak is Laura’s smell. It’s fucking impressive, in the worst way possible, that the thick walls that separate his bedroom from hers aren’t enough to protect him from her smell.

He sighs and doesn’t even bother to turn the light on. He’s so tired that he feels his bones aching and he just wants to lie on the bed and let his mind wander. He takes his shoes, his pants, and his shirt off; and throws them to the floor. It’s a natural ritual that he has done for years, but when he finally gets comfortable under the sheets, he feels his back touching a smooth-but-cold-as-ice something. A shiver shakes his whole body and he jumps out of bed, cursing under his breath.

“Can you stop screaming like a baby girl?” A familiar voice asks.

Mad Sweeney blinks, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness. There, in front of him, lying on his bed is Laura Moon: As dead as always, as angry as ever. The leprechaun looks around the room, trying to figure out if he went to the wrong room but no – this is the guest room with the mustard yellow colored walls and the closet with the creaking door.

“What are you doing here?” He’s so tired he doesn’t even have the strength to insult her.

“Don’t jump to the wrong conclusions, Ginger Minge. I’m not interested in bumping uglies with you.”

“Well, then you’re the queen of the mixed signals, considering you’re in my bed.”

“I’m trying to save my friend from making a mistake. She’s grieving and emotional and she’s not thinking clearly.”

“I suppose I’m the mistake.” He says and Laura nods. “You always find new ways of insulting me. Well, fuck you… or better not, because I would rather not touch your moldy skin.”

She smiles, “You always find new ways to insult me.” She spits back at him. “What are you waiting for? Get into bed!”

Sweeney doesn’t move for several seconds, remembering the coldness of her inert body. He’s tempted to throw her out of the room with insults, curses and his picturesque vocabulary. He obeys her, instead. He’s not sure why - there’s simply something in her eyes that’s demanding and pleading at the same time and he doesn’t find the courage to disappoint her.

The bed is big and he tries to stay as far away from her as possible. The horrid smell reminds him of the boat that took him to the new world and he wonders, with bitterness, why every journey he starts includes companions with poor hygiene. It’s not Laura’s fault, he knows, but blaming her gives him a pathetic satisfaction.

“You’re going to fall from the bed if you keep moving farther,” Laura says, with a tight voice that indicates he has offended her. He doesn’t answer, but he creeps closer to her.

The silence dominates the next twenty minutes and, for a second, Sweeney thinks Laura has defeated her own death and has finally fallen asleep. Of course, it’s just wishful thinking. She clears her throat before talking:

“I don’t think this is a good hiding place for you. We will set off tomorrow to look for another.”

Sweeney doesn’t bother to ask her why. He thinks he knows. “Trying to protect your friend from the big bad leprechaun? And here I thought you were a crappy friend.”

“Well, better late than never.”

Laura is lying and she knows it. She’s still an asshole, a lepre-cunt. She doesn’t care for Audrey’s wishes or wants – not if they interfere with her own. She wants to be better but right now - as she lies in the darkness, listening to the silence and expecting Audrey to barge into the room with a nightie - she can only think: 'I can be better tomorrow. Tonight, I will be just myself.'

[inhumansforever]

The Royals #3 Review

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The history of House Boltagon is turned on its head in this truly bizarre third installment of The Royal Family’s venture into the stars.  From the creative team of Al Ewing, Thony Silas, G Will Robinson and Jim Charalampidis.  Full recap and review following the jump.

The narrative of the tale jumps back and forth through time, from the distant past to thousands of years into the future.  Rather than laying it out as it was depicted int he issue, this review will re-stich the story in its chronological order.  Oh, and everything you thought you know about the brothers, Black Bolt and Maximus, throw that out the window…

Many years in the past, Attilan was ruled by King Agon and his queen, Rhynda.  Although governing Attilan was never their true passion.  Rather the couple’s real interest was in exploring the effects of Terrigen on the Inhuman genome and producing superior beings by way of accessing the ‘Prima Materia.’  In earlier tellings of the tale, Rhynda was more of a passive subject to Agon’s experiments, allowing herself to be subjected to the Terrigen Mists while pregnant with the couple’s first child, Black Bolt.  

In this retelling of the story, however, it turns out that Rhynda is very much an active participant.  Indeed it is her special Inhuman gifts that are pivotal to their efforts.  Rhynda possessed the ability to consciously filter whatever substances come into her body.  She had honed this power, refining it to such a degree that she could keep out any imperfection in the Terrigen Mist, allowing her unborn children to be exposed to an ultra-purified form of the Terrigen.

No, that wasn’t a typo…  I meant to write children.  Fore it turns out that not only was Black Bolt exposed to Terrigenesis in utero, but so was his younger brother, Maximus.   Furthermore, Rhynda’s filtering powers allowed her to both prevent herself from going through secondary Terrigenesis as well as direct exactly where the purified Terrigen particles would focus within the gestating fetus.  For Maximus, Rhynda concentrated the Terrigen on his nascent mind, ensuring greatly enhanced intellect and, potentially, a degree of cosmic hyper-awareness.  

Agon and Rhynda’s experiments were a success and both their sons possessed powers beyond their wildest dreams.  Whereas the enormity of Black Bolt’s abilities were quite evident and overt, Maximus’ gifts were much more cerebral and covert.  

His father seemed to believe that Maximus might develop the capacity to see and think on a higher level, breaching the confines of time and space.  And yet to achieve this required a kind of attunement with his brother.  Agon suspected that Black Bolt’s powers were the key to unlocking Maximus’ true powers.  

Both brothers were forged by the purified Terrigen, what their parents referred to as ‘Prima Materia' (Latin for ‘original matter’).  As such, the two are interlinked and while Agon and Rhynda saw in Maximus the potential for ultimate truth, in Black Bolt they saw the potential for ultimate destruction.  

Maximus was more like his parents, a scientist and discoverer.  Whereas Black Bolt was a leader, decisive and assured.  Agon and Rhynda feared Black Bolt, feared his decisiveness, his capacity to bring about change (for both the better and forth the worse).   They tasked Maximus with being his brother’s keeper, testing him, shaping him as part of some bizarre effort to guide this ultimate being their parents had created.  

There are periodic flashbacks to an incident in the brothers’ youth.  It was a story first told in the back pages of The Mighty Thor vol. 1 #149.  In the tale, the young Maximus is envious that his older brother should be first in line of succession to the throne.  With the nature of his powers, Maximus believes Black Bolt is too unstable and destructive to be king.  And he attempts to prove it by abducting young Crystal and firing ray gun at Black Bolt.  Black Bolt is able to resist his brother’s goading and his rescues Crystal without resorting to unleashing his destructive voice.  

In this retelling of the tale, it would seem that Maximus is actually acting on his parents’ behest.  He is not challenging his brother so to prove his own superiority, but rather to further hone Black Bolt’s ability for control and restraint.  Or it is possible that Maximus was hoping that his brother would crack and that releasing his awesome power would create the attunement Maximus required to fully unlock his own powers.  

At the age of nineteen, Maximus is continuing to test his brother.  This time by entering into a conspiratorial pact with rogue agents of the Kree Empire.  It turns out that these Kree agents are actually working for Ronan.  Ronan is aware of the prophecy that Terrigenic experimentation could bring about an anomaly, a destructive being who would bring down ruin on the empire (this prophecy was first introduced in the pages of Jonathan Hickman’s run on Fantastic Four).

Originally, Maximus’ conspiracy with the Kree was centered on an effort to seat Maximus as king of The Inhumans in exchange for assisting the rogue branch of The Kree in taking over their own empire (as first detailed in the pages of Avengers Vol 1 95).  In this retelling, however, The Kree appear to be interested in utilizing the forbidden anomaly that Agon and Rynda’s tinkering has brought about.  

The Kree flee as Black Bolt approaches.  Once more Maximus goads his brother, tempting him to let loose with his awesome powers.  This time Maximus succeeds and Black Bolt’s cries out in anger.  Unfortunately, Black Bolt’s sonic powers causes the Kree ship to crash into the building where their parents are and both Agon and Rhynda are killed.      

Here the story deviates a good deal from the original telling.  Initially, it was explained that Maximus was mentally controlling the pilot of the Kree spacecraft and that the concussive reverberation from Black Bolt’s voiced caused Maximus such psychological distress that he inadvertently caused the pilot to crash the ship into the royal palace, killing the brothers’ parents.  

This detail is left out of the retelling and it is reframed that the death of Agon and Rhonda was solely the fault of Black Bolt.  

Furthermore, rather than driving Maximus mad, the power of Black Bolt’s voice instead unblocks a higher level of Maximus’s thoughts and perceptions.  To this extent, all of Maximus’ ramblings and non sequiturs, all of his idiosyncratic prattling that made him appear as mad are actually the result of his ability to perceive time and space on a higher, more complicated level.      

Black Bolt has possessed a natural immunity to Maximus’ psychic powers of manipulation.  Under when under great physical or emotional distress can Maximus break through and take over his brother’s will.  And that is exactly how Maximus ultimately facilitated his escape and engineered his brother being sent to space prison in his place.  

Maximus had shared his secret with Black Bolt.  He told him how their parents had so feared Black Bolt and the destructive change he would bring about.  Their parents were afraid that Black Bolt would bring about their death and this fear proved prophetic.  Black Bolt has always felt responsible for his parents deaths and Maximus’ words brought about such agony that it lowered his defenses and allowed Maximus to take over his mind.  

Once he had achieved that, he used an image inducer to switch places and the fate of being sent off to some strange jail int he cosmos intended for Maximus instead was befallen onto Black Bolt (as shown in Ahmed and Ward’s wonderful Black Bolt solo series).  

And now in the present, Maximus explains to Medusa and the others how he had managed his escape.  Captain Swain suggests merely turning around and negotiating Black Bolt’s release so that Maximus can be rightfully take his place.  Unfortunately, it is not as easy as just that.  Maximus’ sentence was not just incarceration, but complete explosion from The Inhuman people.  He was made ‘unspoken’ his name and all trace struck from their history.  The name and location of this cosmic prison has been expunged and is no longer known, nor would the jailers respond to any call for Black Bolt’s release.  Black Bolt is on his own; Medusa and the others are helpless in their ability to offer him aide.  

Trying to determine her next move, Medusa orders that Swain stay near Maximus so that her own psychic powers will cancel out those of Maximus.  Maximus makes a more direct suggestion, asking why Medusa has not ordered him killed.  Indeed, Gorgon is quick to offer his services as executioner.  Yet for some reason Medusa refuses this option.  She has every reason to hate him, to want him dead, yet something is causing her to resist the idea.  For some reason, Medusa needs Maximus alive.  Whatever reason Medusa has, Maximus appears privy to it.  Confident that he is needed, Maximus suggests that the mission continue onward to Hala.  

Finally, five thousand years in the future, Maximus is the last of The Inhumans.  He is the aged shepherd who has appeared in the prefaces of the first and second issue.  Sitting in meditation, Maximus is able to see and experience the present and the distant past all at once.  He even sees the Sky Spears professing to know what they are.  

And he knows that his past self is hurdling toward his destiny.  He is Maximus, his brother’s keep and his mother’s child; the seeker of the Prima Materia; the last of the Inhumans.  And what he does he does for the good of all.  

Wow.  Where do I begin?

Off the bat, it is important to keep in mind that this is Maximus’ story told through Maximus’ lens.  It may be ‘the truth’ or it may be the ‘truth  that Maximus chooses to believe.’  

Interestingly, the story is not technically a retcon, but rather a retelling from a different perspective.  It may be that Maximus is mad, afflicted by traumatic brain injury; or it may be that he truly possesses preternatural awareness that traverses space and time.  Six in one hand, half a dozen in the other.  

The Scottish psychiatrist, R. D. Laing, argued that there is no such thing as mental illness.  In referring specifically to patients diagnosed with schizophrenia or other types of psychosis, Laing suggested that such conditions were merely metaphors for different kinds of experience.  “Madness,” Laing wrote, “need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.”   From this perspective, Maximus may be both mad as well as preternaturally aware, simultaneously.

Past stories have only shown passing glimpse of Max and BB’s parents.  We have never before seen what were Agon and Rhynda’s motivations behind their experiments; what they hoped to achieve and what they thought about what they had achieved.   This story merely expands on those glimpses, showing that Agon and Rhynda were obsessed with unlocking some sort of alchemic potential in the Inhuman genome… so much so that they experimented on their own children.  The nature of Rhynda's Inhuman powers is a very neat touch, answering a question I’ve long since had (that question being how was it that Rhynda did not go through secondary Terrigenesis when exposed to the mists while pregnant with Black Bolt).  Well, now we know.  

It is wild to learn that Maximus was also exposed to Terrigenesis while still in the womb.  Although it makes sense, Agon and Rhynda did once, why not do it again?

Prima Materia is a term associated with ancient alchemy.   It is the first matter, the primitive formless base of the material world.  It is the aether, the quintessence, the soul of the world (anima mundi).   

Agon and Rhynda seem to believe that Terrigen is akin to this quintessence and that purified, unadulterated Terrigen is similar to the primal stardust from which all of the universe has been created.  

We still don’t know what Terrigen is; although at this point we can certainly discount it being a simple naturally occurring mineral with mutagenic properties.  This story is looking as though it will ultimately address what the Terrigen is and hereon we are likely to learn to what extent Terrigen may indeed be associated with ‘the first matter.’  

Some hints may be found another book written by the same author.  Along with The Royals, Al Ewing is also writing The Ultimates2.  That title has been exploring the cosmic origins of the Marvel Universe, revealing that the Celestials were beings created by an omnipotent ordinal being called The First Firmament.  The Celestials rebelled against their creator, choosing to make the universe dynamic and diverse filled with ever-evolving life.   

How the Celestials went about seeding he universe with dynamic life has yet to be revealed.  It is possible that this prima materia is in some fashion connected to The Celestials and how they went about creating life throughout the cosmos.  Its some pretty far out stuff and things are likely to get even weirder with subsequent installments.  

As much as I enjoyed the wild story Ewing has told in this issue, I was less thrilled with the art.  This is likely to be a pivotal turning point in the history and mythos of The Inhumans, yet the significance of it all is somewhat undermined by rather lackluster outings by both Silas and G. Will Robinson.  I’m not comfortable really dragging on an artist’s work; suffice to say I’m not a fan of the art in this issue.  Although I will add that I appreciate G. Will Robinson’s attention to detail in recreating the original costumes and looks of young Maximus, Agon and Rhynda.

The first issue of Royals was so tremendous, and much of it had to do with the excellent synergy Ewing and Jonboy Meyers had together in tether the art and story.  I’m not sure what has happened that resulted in Mr. Meyers walking off the book.  Whatever the case, the title deserves a new artists who might regain that same spark of synergy and align things between the story and the pictures.   As it stands, Royals #3 is a wild and captivated tail bogged down by flat art.   Two and a half Lockjaws out of five.  

[amiyahsoul]

Deferred

INVOLVED: Mercedes Jones & Ivan Pavlov   TIME FRAME: Wednesday April 5th, 2017. LOCATION: Ivan’s Home. L. A. NOTES: Mercedes tries to sort her feeling, with no success. 

Mercedes had turned up not three hours ago and had said virtually nothing. Her being here in his home wasn’t a problem.  In fact it would have excited Ivan if not for her being heavily laden with another man’s ring and child. Ivan scoffed, who was he lying to? It still excited him. He stirred the contents of his pot slowly, deep in thought. He’d believed that way had finally been shut. But… He placed the heavy lid back on the pot, and turned to see Mercedes was standing the doorway. The setting sun, outlined her body making her a appear as if she was on fire. She had come to his home, offering measured small talk, only to nod off. Exhausted. Instead of waking her, he had decided to cook.  She would be hungry when she awoke. Getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator,  “Is sleeping Beauty, back from her slumber.” He strode  over to her, “Here you go.” He said handing her the unopened bottle. He stepped back, and eased himself down, sitting on the arm of his deep brown suede couch.

Mercedes eyes dropped to the bottle “Thanks.” She said, taking the water. She went back to her survey of the skyline. “This is an incredible view.” She told Ivan, “-Better than the one from my condo.” She said conversationally. Her throat, was scratchy as she began to speak. It seemed like days since she'd uttered a word. “ I am sorry for the imposition. I guess I owe you some kind of explanation.”  Her eyes still on the skyline as the sun sank lower on the horizon.

Accent thick, “You’re welcome.” Ivan chuckled, “I’ve been trying to have you over for years. Sadly you have never taken me up on my offer.”  He tucked his hands under his arms sitting up a bit on the arm of the chair. He was curious but it didn’t take a genius to figure out it had something to do with her fiance. “Never that… I am glad you came here to be honest.” He watched her for second not wanting to push. There was a reason she was in his home and not one of her girlfriends.  “The thought had crossed my mind." He shrugged, "But all in due time. -you will share if and when you see fit.  But I am willing to listen, when you are ready.”

Mercedes lips bent, ever so slightly. He was being sweet. “Well, I have now.” She sighed. “You’re a smart man.” She turned, and walked away from the sliding glass doors. “There isn’t anything to talk about.” Her eyes shifted around away from his face and she twisted the cap of the bottle. She didn't drink the water, she chugged it, panting heavily once the bottle was empty. “I was thirsty. Jesus.” The water seem to rehydrate her spirit, awakening her. Her cradled her stomach. This was not going to due.  She’d been away from home for hours and hadn’t eaten. Worse yet, she didn’t register how hungry she was. Sniffing the air, "Something smells delicious." She said, heading towards the kitchen. She enter the cute, yet bachelor kitchen and when to the stove, taking the lid off the pot. She wasn't a good cook. But she knew good food when she smelled it.

Why was she actually here. She wasn’t hurt, not physically at least. And she was unwilling to talk about her problems.  “I understand women. That’s all.” Ivan's arms fell to the sofa and his knuckles pressed deep into the plush couch. “The offer,” He said, “Still stands.” He announced knowingly.  He watched her guzzle down the water and rose to get her another bottle. “Yes, you are." He adjusted his white striped Adidas jogging pants as he moved into the tiny kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he grabbed her another water.  He grinned as she stood over his pots, "Don't you look comfortable." He joked. "Why don't you go sit back down and I will fix you a bowl. I figured you might be hungry."  He said hand ghosting over her stomach.

“So you say...” Mercedes teased. She rubbed her hand over her mouth and yawned a little, nodding her head, at his statement. She didn't want to talk... After all that‘s why she was here and not Rhonda’s. “What is it?” She ask mouth watering, she grabbed the bottle and headed back into the living room. Seating herself.

“It’s a vegetable stew my mother used to make.  It’s good for the baby.” Ivan told her. He took down two bowls from the cabinets filling them. Then added spoons carrying it all out to Mercedes. “Here you go.”

Mercedes took the bowl holding it under the bottom. "It looks wonderful." She said. The first bite was heaven, and the subsequent ones were even better than the first. “You are a talented cook as well.  I am impressed. You could give Sa...” She quieted and spoon more of the thick stew into her mouth.  “Your mom is a wonderful cook. She taught you well.”

He watched her eat a comfortable smile on his lips as he ate. The truth was he was more interested in her feeding Mercedes  than anything else. “I had a reason to cook well today.” Ivan took a few more bites then lowered his spoon. “She is. -Taught me and my brother how to cook when we were young. I am still better than he is.”  He placed the bowl on the table then moved to sit in front of Mercedes, “What’s wrong… I swear.  I won't pass judgement.” He said, touching her hands gently.

If not for the bowl she would have snatched her hands away. Gentleness only made her hurt worse and she was fighting the pain with everything in her. Instead she slipped from his fingers and placed the bowl on the table. Standing up from the chair, Mercedes rubbed her hand over her stomach, barely seeing her engagement ring anymore.  She had deep questions for Sam.. But didn’t really want to ask. What good would the answers be, anyway.  She bit the fullest part of her lip. as fresh tears crowded into the corners of her eyes.  “Whatever happened to a dream deferred?” She asked, then exhaled from her nose. “Have you ever been in a relationship, and everything is going along well. But you keep holding your breath waiting on the other shoe to drop? Let's just say, both shoes fell today.”

She is engaged. Ivan reminded himself, as she moved away from him. “I don’t know...” he said, scratching his beard.  He looked at her with a small grin. “I know a little about feeling that way. I suppose. How so?”

“It doesn’t matter,  -the how. -Or what… I just feel hollowed out and confused.  I keep wondering if love is supposed to hurt, so much.  If I’m even strong enough to bare the weight.” She walked to the window staring out over the city again. How did she feel? Was she mad, angry, or hurt. Just hours ago she pissed she waited up all night for him and now the only clear thought was hatred. Stupid hatred. The kind she would shun other women for having. She wanted Carla’s entire existence erased.  Her and her child. She flinched touching her stomach for such a bitter thought. It wasn’t really Carla’s fault… just like it was those other bitches fault. They love Sam to excess. that was a hard thought, they loved him too. And she had dismissed each one, just as easily as she believed he had.  It was easy that way…

Ivan stood again approaching Mercedes, and  stood at her right side. “Своя́ но́ша не тя́нет.” He said, turning slightly to look at her.  “It's what my mother used to say to me.  Especially when we were poor dreaming of coming to America.  Loosely translated it means we bare what we must.” he raised his fingers to brush stray curl from over her eyes.

Mercedes was happy he couldn’t see her. Not her real thoughts. He didn’t understand. She justified so much based on her and Sam's crazy , long standing, love affair and now…”  She gave him her best forced smile, “I should like to meet your mother one day. I think I would like her.” She stepped back away from his fingers. "It's getting late... I should go." she said, turning she moved to collect her keys and purse. Once at the door she turned back to him, still standing where she’d left him. “Thank you.” She said giving him a weak up turning of lips. “You didn’t have to open your door for me. I owe you.”

Again she retreated from his touch. Ivan closed his hand, catching nothing but the breezed of her surprisingly swift movement.   He watched her collect her things, then stop in the doorway of his home. “Don’t worry about it. I will always be here for you. Me and my mother’s stew.”

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