#same with Tapps

[amandabe11man]

alison and adam are the only ones in the movie who refer to lawrence by his first name. one of them is his wife and the other is??? on the same level as his wife?? adam and lawrence relationship CANON

[elysianightsss]

First dates always end bad.

Summary: You stress about your first date with John only to realise there was nothing to worry about.

You were ready. Almost. Make up? Done. Hair? Done. Clothes? On. Anxiety? Through the roof.

You were going out to lunch with John, fuck your heart was pounding so hard it was starting to hurt. What if you said the wrong thing? You thought as you grabbed your keys and stuffed them in your little side bag.

What if you trip over? You worry as you pulled on a cute pair of wedges. What if he rejects you? You breathe harshly as you shift through your sundresses trying to decide which one he would like the best.

Breathing harshly became hyperventilating. Your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to control yourself. How were you this panicked over a fucking meal with him? Had he given you any reason to panic? Any reason to worry?

“No, so chill the fuck out.” You scolded yourself and grabbed your phone.

You: What’s your favourite colour? 10:49am. delivered.

Your leg shook as you waited for his reply, palms sweaty, body temperature rising. You moved off the bed to open the window, letting the cool breeze into your bedroom. Turning to the left you notice your mirror and particularly how you look in the reflection. Nothing but bra, underwear and wedges on.

You stood up straight, breathing in and relishing in the confidence that slowly began to seep into your body. You looked good, now you’ve gotta feel good too. Your phone pinged pulling your attention away from yourself and onto John’s text.

John: Blue. 10:51am. read.

You almost stumbled with how fast you moved to grab your light blue sundress, pulling it over your hips and slipping your arms into straps. Hands grabbing at the strings at the back and pulling so the waist becomes corset like. You tied a bow and slimmed your hands over the material, admiring the little light yellow sunflowers that sat at the bottom when the dress became flowy ending at your knees.

Another texts pings on your phone.

John: I’m outside when you’re ready sweetheart. 10:55am. read.

“Okay deep breaths.” You told yourself, making sure you had everything before heading outside.

And there he was.

A black t-shirt with a blue checkered button down shirt worn as a jacket graced his muscular torso. Loose fitted dark blue jeans and black hiking boots. He was like your own personal cowboy, all that was missing was the hat.

The sight of him nearly made your knees buckle and he could definitely say the same about you. You were stunning in your sundress that just so happened to be his favourite colour. The way you drifted down the steps of your porch to meet him at your gate, the cute little wobble of your legs as you walked.

“Fuck me darlin, so fuckin’ pretty.” He wanted to apologise for his bad language but what can he say, he was stunned and you certainly bring out the more rambunctious side of him.

You smile wide, feeling your cheeks flush with heat. The air fluttered with anticipation, the way his heated gaze stared down at you. He leaned forward, getting closer, blue eyes flickering to your lips. So close. But then you hear the latch on your gate lift with a creak before he opens the gate for you to step out.

You do so with a pout that has John grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Look at you, pouting all cute just because I didn’t kiss you, he wants to say but all he can choke out is a grumbly, “Look at you”.

“So where are we going?” You nibble on your lip, anxiousness threatening to take over but you will it not to let it affect you or this moment with him.

“I have a little place in mind, c’mon.” He holds out his hand looking at you to take it. But suddenly you’re frozen, time standing still while your tired and frazzled brain takes a minute to process the situation.

John studies you and almost immediately understands that this is a big decision for you. How much must you have suffered to consider taking someone’s hand as a big decision. He waits patiently, no foot tapping, no sighing. Just pure patients while he watches you work out the issue in that brain of yours.

How he’d love to know what you’re thinking, your eyes glazed over with a similar look to what Simon had when he first met him. Before he got comfortable. He doesn’t have to wait long until you’re reaching to grab his hand. He smiles like a little triumph had just occurred before escorting you into his truck.

The drive was short which you were grateful for due to the hot weather. Only a few more weeks and the days would be shorter and the weather colder. You couldn’t wait.

John helped you out of the truck keeping hold of your hand as he walked you towards what looked like a cafe. It was cute and quiet. You spotted a salted caramel frappe on the menu that made your eyes light up, it was the first thing John ordered.

You waited for the food to be cooked and drinks to be made, the nervous jittery feelings you had bubbling in your system this morning was nowhere to be found now. Not when John looked every bit of a man you’d ever dreamed of, not when he picked up the tray after swatting your hand away from it gently, not when he chose to sit next to you instead of opposite just so he could continue to hold your hand under the table.

First dates always end bad, but maybe this one’s an exception.

[quinngefail]

What if Lawrence had just taken the five seconds to check Diana's closet. What if he wanted to prove to his daughter that there are no monsters, and no bad men lurking behind that closed door. Would Zep have panicked and just shot and killed him right there, and then done the same to Alison and Diana. Would Adam, waiting around for his latest photo subject to leave his home to go cheat or whatever, hear those distant pops. Would he have maybe caught a glimpse of an extremely frazzled dude speed walking out of the building, frantically looking over his shoulders again and again. Would Tapp have been watching from the window in that moment, and immediately made his way over to the Gordon's place, only to find still warm corpses.

Would the police arrive shortly thereafter, see Tapp standing within the home, gun on his person, and implicate him in the brutal execution of a mother, father, and young daughter. Would an eventual investigation of Tapp's place only further incriminate him, with the overwhelming amount of evidence regarding his obsession with the doctor. Would Adam, Lawrence being a no show and all, have had the patience to stick around outside long enough to see the police, or would their sudden arrival have scared him off. Would he have gone straight back home that night, deciding to just try to get more photos tomorrow. Would Zep, not knowing where else to go or what to do about the poison in his body, drove to the bathroom far earlier than he was instructed to. Would he find John lurking around town there, and desperately plea for his life. Would Amanda already be laying in wait in Adam's apartment. Would John call her off, after learning the only important player of his game is dead. After all, what else can you do when the game has just barely started, and your main piece has already been taken out?

Would Adam wake up that next day, and eventually catch wind of absolutely bewildering news: prominent oncologist and family found murdered in home, discharged detective suspected in the brutal killings. What would he have felt when the news showed pictures of the apartment. When they showed a small handful of happy family pictures of the victims, and pictures of the suspect. What would he have felt upon seeing some familiar faces staring back at him. Would he have quickly destroyed any photos he had taken for 'Bob', not wanting to have anything to do with any of this. Would Zep have still died down in that bathroom, albeit slowly and painfully this time, his pleas for a cure ignored. Would Adam still be in John's radar, and get tested at some point- or would he go on living his apathetic little life, all but forgetting about the events of that night within a month or two, moving onto another sleazy shitbag to take damning pictures of.

What if Lawrence had just checked taken the five seconds to check that closet .

[montparnasse]

average adam faulkner stanheight fan: if adam isn’t in saw xi we riot! @lionsgate @kevingruetert @jameswan #adamlives #justiceforadam #corpseinconsistencies

average john kramer fan: What people don’t realize about John, is he’s such a genius that even when he makes mistakes, he planned on making the mistakes. He is the greatest villain of all time

average jill tuck fan: Appreciation post for the Women of Saw 🩷 [the same ten photos that get posted once a week]

average lawrence gordon fan: last night i watched a 2004 tv movie about serial killers called ‘the riverman’, followed by the cheesy family rom-com ‘a castle for christmas’. today my friends and i are going to binge the entire third season of netflix’s ‘stranger things’. none of us have seen a single episode of the rest of the show and we don’t plan on it. then we might rewatch ‘another country’ together

average amanda young fan: sorry i haven’t been online in 4 weeks i’ve been too busy trying to get the new pig cosmetic in the rift [posted 7 weeks ago]

average mark hoffman fan: [underneath a gifset of costas mandylor in a republican christian propaganda ‘sci-fi’ movie] #hes so fucking hot #i would give anything to put him in a sports bra and make him do jumping jacks in front pf me i would literally do #ANYTHING #i need to make him into a marionett and fist him lol

average daniel rigg fan: Here’s a quick low effort doodle I did of Daniel! I just love him so much ❤️ [a literal masterpiece, the best art you’ve ever seen in your entire life] [3 notes]

average allison kerry fan: i am hardcore attached to ONE ship which is probably either allison/amanda or allison/lindsey and my whole blog is devoted to them. there are dozens of us DOZENS

average lynn denlon fan: okay so i know bahar is a realtor now but in her last instagram post where she’s congratulating her son on some new achievement, both the first and last words in the post have 11 letters, AND there’s an X and an I visible in the background of her post 👀?? is this a reach???

average jeff denlon fan: No seriously let me finish seriously when you compare him to the other shitty men in Saw he’s NOT that b

average david tapp fan: i’m 39k away from publishing my 40k tappsing Everybody Lives AU <3 this is going to be epic [account has been deactivated for an indeterminate amount of time]

average brit stevenson and mallick scott fan: Hey I stayed up making this instead of writing my thesis paper for grad school. Here’s a 30,000 word document about the implications of Brit’s promotion within the Marshford group and how it would lead to her eventual demise and also how she rose to the top in her group. It also delves into her relationship with Mallick, whose existence, I believe, is an obvious literary reference to an ancient Roman play read by only me and three other people currently alive. I translated relevant passages and included them in my work. I got understimulated around page 8 so I did take a break to pierce myself in the same spot that I believe Mallick would have a piercing. If you read my fics on AO3 you will already be familiar with the location.

average peter strahm fan: haha peter does CRACK cocoaine haha i think he sniffeds some drugs! why else would he be so MANIC HYPER CRAZY!!! i love my crazy JUNKIE man LOL get him some andderall STAT!! if hoffman didn’t kill him the SPEED certianly would of! LOL!

average lindsey perez fan: i love lindsey perez i’m such a big fan of the character lindsey perez

average matt gibson fan: i literally would eat garbage out of a dumpster

average ezekiel banks fan: holy shit i just finished spiral what a good movie what the hell!!! what a cool addition to the saw universe! i bet everybody else loves this as much as i do! let me take a big drink of water as i check tumblr dot com to see all the nice things people will have to say about darren lynn bousman’s Spiral

average william schenk fan: my hobbies include: being a fujoshi,

average cecelia pederson fan: [pic of cecelia yanking on the metal loop around her neck and smirking] https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vT3f5IIzt5PG-M7G9_Z-gjY4gZaiUneTdMlYrFAcdBGcJo0-N-RDQcj2JfxOaBTxKa6J_DiDQNgqVpg/pub

average logan jigsaw fan: What people don’t realize about John, is he’s such a genius that even when he makes mistakes, he planned on making the mistakes. He is the greatest villain of all time

[hoesheez]

Free Racha…

3Racha/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: free use, unprotected sex, language

A/N: been wanting to write a fic with both studio sex and putting moans into a song, dont ask why haha

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

After dating the men of 3Racha for a few months now, you thought it was finally the perfect time to ask them something. It was something you had been thinking about for a while now, the thought of it fueled many of your late night thoughts you used to pleasure yourself. One day when the four of you were finally in the same room, you brought up your idea.

You were all hanging out in the kitchen, playing a game of UNO when you mustered up the courage to ask them. “Do you guys know what free use is?” Jisung practically choked on his drink, “Come again?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Changbin had stifled a laugh and hid behind his cards while Chan turned to you with an eyebrow raised. “What about it?” he asked curiously.

The three men looked at you, your words caught in your throat. “Come on then,” Changbin said as he placed his hand on the table, his muscular arms flexing as he crossed them over his chest. “Yeah, tell us Y/n,” Jisung spoke next. Seeing as how you couldn’t get out of it now, you sighed and cleared your throat. “Well, I wanna try it with you guys, it really turns me on thinking about it.” The men looked at one another, “You sure?” Chan asked. With him being the first man you started dating out of the trio, he knew you more than the others did and wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into. He placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed , “Cause Im definitely on board.” Changbin and Jisung stood up as if they’d miss out on something, “Me too!” they both said in unison. You giggled at their enthusiasm, “Cool, uhmm,” you said and stood up, walking over to Changbin and Jisung who sat on the other side of the table, “should we try it out now?” you leaned in front of them on your hands and looked at them with a devilish smirk. Changbin reached out and pulled you in for a kiss, meanwhile Chan was already behind you pulling down your pants. Changbin pulled away and began undoing his pants as you leaned over to Jisung and gave him a kiss next. “So guys, when will you both be free so we can start working on the song?” Chan asked as he licked his hand and pumped himself, getting ready to enter you from behind. By now, you were already leaning on your arms sucking off Changbin and Jisung simultaneously. “I have an appointment tomorrow, why not this weekend?” Changbin huffed as you worked on him, taking his length all the way to the back of your throat. “Cant, we’ll be at dance practice all day.” he explained as you pumped him with your free hand. The men continued to talk and go about their business as you obeyed and let them fuck you however they liked.

Ever since then, they’d use you freely whenever they wanted. Whether it be at home or in the studio. When you were alone with each of them or altogether, it was incredible. Your deepest desires finally coming true, and the men you loved sharing every experience with you.

So of course when chan texted you to come over to the studio, you knew that you’d be used and fucked exactly how you liked. Just the thought of it caused your pussy to ache with need. You got ready and decided to wear your prettiest lingerie, some tight shorts that made your ass look amazing and sprayed yourself with your most intoxicating perfume. You stopped by their favorite restaurant to get some food and hurried to the JYP building to meet your three boyfriends.

You rode the elevator up and went to your second favorite place besides home and knocked on the door. Jisung answered, looking you up and down in appreciation, but then paying more attention to the bags of food. He took them from you and let you inside, finally saying hello with a gentle kiss. Chan turned away from his computer and looked at you, then did a double take, this time looking at you longer. He tapped Changbin who was behind him on his phone. The muscular man looked up at him as if he was going to say something but then followed Chan’s eyes to where they fell on you. You watched as he bit his bottom lip and shifted in his seat. “I brought food,” you said and put your things down before coming over to give Chan a kiss. He kissed you back and held the back of your head, “You look amazing.” he whispered against your lips. You smiled and went to Changbin, who offered you a seat on his lap. You sat on his thick thighs and leant in to kiss him. He couldn’t help himself and immediately undid his pants, pulling out his thick cock for you to suck. You quickly moved on the couch, laying on your belly and taking him into your mouth. Jisung came to sit and you moved your legs up and allowed him to sit, putting your legs back on his lap after he sat down to begin eating his food. He used one of his free hands to squeeze your ass, “How’s the song coming along?” he asked with a full mouth. Chan sucked his teeth, “Its, okay,” he said with a nervous laugh. Changbin patted your head as you sucked his dick, your hands coming to tug on his balls. He moaned softly, “Should we take a break?” he suggested and Chan shook his head, “There’s really no time, we have to push through the night, we’ve got this.”

He stretched with a small groan and quickly went back to mixing sounds. Jisung tapped you to get you to move your legs and he got up and put his food down. “Lets hear what you have so far.” he said and reached around your back to unbutton your shorts and pull them down your legs. “Alright, its not very long but,” he said and a tune began playing.

It sounded great to you, but these men were professionals, anything less than perfect wasn’t good enough. So you minded your own business and continued to suck Changbin off, ready to help in any way you could. You perked your ass up to Jisung after he finished taking off your shorts. He leaned in and began kissing your rear, pulling your underwear down to get more access to your plush skin. “Its a good start, lets record some vocals and see.” Chan turned to him, “Should i just do that now? Maybe it’ll help us decide on how to finish it?” He asked between the two men. Changbin nodded, “Good idea.” he said and pushed you onto him further. You gagged and dug your nails into his taught thighs through his jeans.

Chan started to set up the microphone so he could add some vocals to the demo. Jisung had already taken his cock out and slid it against your wet folds, slapping your ass and moaning at how wet you were. You immediately pulled off of Changbin, “Harder, Sungie, please” you begged and Changbin roughly took you by the hair and shoved his cock back into your mouth. “Go on, give them another.” he groaned out as he held your head down, his dick at the back of your throat making you gag. Jisung slapped your rear again, harder this time and you squirmed under him with a moan.

Chan finished setting up the microphone and cleared his throat to begin singing . While he recorded, Jisung finally entered you, his dick dragging deliciously against your tight walls. Changbin let go of you and you inhaled deep, his cum mixed with your saliva dripped from your mouth. He removed his shirt revealing his muscular body and moved to be on his knees on the couch, much like the position Jisung was in on the other side. They had you now on either side and thrust into you roughly in tandem. You moaned deeply with a stuffed mouth as the men thrust into you hard. Chan sighed, his need to be inside of you growing. He tapped the spacebar on the keyboard and the new tune began to play.

“Wait,” he said suspiciously and played it again, “Did you guys hear that?” Changbin and Jisung stopped, as their leader played the snippet over. You payed attention to the music after the man stopped and you could hear a moan in the background of the song. “Was that?” Jisung asked and slammed into you from behind. “That actually, sounded pretty good.” Changbin said and pulled you off of him.

He moved to take Chan’s place at the computer, chan coming over to your waiting mouth and pulling himself from his shorts. “You’re moans sound so good, lets hear some more.” he entered your mouth and wasted no time in thrusting to hit the back of your throat. Jisung picked up his pace and fucked you harder, his hands gripped your rear, sure to leave beautiful marks. He huffed and moaned, thrusting faster and nearing his peak. You felt him pick up his speed, moaning loudly when he reached a hand between your legs and began rubbing your clit. You gagged and huffed on Chan’s dick, unable to move, only looking up at him with tears in your eyes. “Play it back.” he said and Changbin clicked the mouse and replayed the part he just recorded.

Your whiny moan played in the background with the baseline. The three of them looked at each other, “So, we’re doing this?” Chan asked with a laugh. You got off of him quickly, “Start recording! I’m gonna cum!” you yelped and Changbin quickly hit record and brought the microphone closer to you. You huffed out a few light moans, growing louder and louder until your orgasm washed over you. “Ahhhh!” you cried out beautifully, the boys stunned from the noise you had just made.Jisung chuckled and stuttered against you, soon reaching his peak. He sighed and leaned down, kissing the back of you neck and trailing soft kisses down your back.

Your throbbing core spasmed on his softening cock before he finally slipped out of you. Jisung then tucked himself into his pants and went to the computer to review what was going on. “Come here babe.” Chan said and he brought you by your hand to sit on his cock. Your breath hitched and he bottomed out, your hands going to his shirt and gripping hard. “Play that one back.” Chan said as you began riding the leaders cock, greedily bouncing up and down as your orgasming moans played from the computer speaker. Chan removed your top and immediately grabbed your breasts and squeezed them through your bra. “That one might be a little, too suggestive.” he pumped up into you, meeting your hips with his. Changbin and Jisung agreed and began editing it to sound more subtle. Your head rested on his chest as you moaned and whined with how good he was fucking you. “Babe,” he said softly and turned your face to his. “Thank you.” he whispered against your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip before you pulled away. He lifted you up and moved you to lay on your back on the couch. He grabbed one of your legs and pulled it closer to his body, letting the other hang off of the couch.

The sounds of your soaked and messy cunt caused the other men to look over at you getting fucked. Chan was fucking you so hard, your breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. “Damn.” Changbin said and stood up, and moved closer to you to fill your open mouth with his cock once again. “Let me try something,” Jisung mumbled and sat down, turning his attention to the computer. He clicked away and worked as you got pounded behind him: Chan picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming more brutal and precise, “See if there’s some samples saved, and add some autotune.” Chan grunted through his teeth, his hips stuttering as he climaxed. His seed shot into you and he moaned, breathy and soft. The sound of his moans and his last hard thrusts caused you to cum once again, your body involuntarily pulling away from him as you couldn’t handle the overstimulation.

“Auto tune? On the moans?” Jisung asked as he turned his head to look at Chan, who was standing up and stuffing himself back into his shorts. He went over to the computer and the two of them started disagreeing on how to finish the song. Changbin pulled out of your mouth and came to help you to stand up with a strong grip on your hand, “Just do rock, paper, scissors.” Changbin suggested and the other men began playing rock, paper, scissors to see if there will be auto tune or not. “Idiots,” Changbin said under his breath and the two of you laughed.

He turned you so that your back was to him, then he lifted you up, holding your thighs and arms with his arms over you.He thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass loudly. The arguing men quickly noticed what was going on, their heads turning and jaws going slack as Changbin used his strength to fuck you in a full vaginal nelson.

“Ahhh fuck!.” you cried out as he fucked you fast and deep. Jisung tapped chan to start recording and put the microphone in front of you, capturing your babbles and moans for them to hear later. “Assholes,” you huffed out, feeling your body go flush, all of a sudden feeling slightly embarrassed. The men teased you and laughed with you as Changbin continued.

“Well the songs almost done, just a bit more tweaking.” Chan said and focused on his work. Jisung brought his hand to your cunt, using his fingers to rub your clit, “Good, I’m so ready to head home,” he sighed and rubbed you faster. Changbin picked up his pace, fucking you faster, “You close?” You nodded, tears falling from your eyes at this point, “Yes Binnie.” Jisung continued to rub you, and along with Changbin’s brutal thrusts, you soon came, squirting with a small scream. The youngest’s jaw dropped as he got wet in the process, “Wow! Do it again!”

Changbin soon came into you, his strong arms holding you tight as he grunted out his climax. He sighed and put you on the floor, kissing your cheek before you stumbled and fell into Jisung’s body. He held you close, “Okay fine, maybe next time.” he kissed you on the lips and brought you to sit on the couch, which soon turned into you laying on his and Changbin’s laps. Chan came over and kissed you on the forehead, “Let me clean you up.” His voice was soothing as he grabbed some tissues to clean you and gave you the spare shirt and shorts he kept in his studio for emergencies.

The four of you relaxed and ate after the intense session. Changbin massaged your legs and feet, while Jisung rubbed your head gently and occasionally bent down to kiss you. Chan sat on the floor next to you, eating his food and feeding you at the same time. Once he was done, he went over to the computer, “Ok so, this is the song so far.” The song that played through the speakers was a slow r&b track with high hats and a sample of Chans vocals, along with your occasional moans hidden in the background music. “And heres what it sounds like with autotune.” he said and played the song. It sounded horrible, definitely not as good as the first. You all agreed it was trash with a look at one another, Jisung breaking out into a contagious laugh. They teased the way your moans sounded with the note changes thanks to the tuning, something you were sure they’d never stop doing for a while. You just laughed and enjoyed the moment with them, ecstatic that they cared about you so much and that you could truly be yourself with them.

A/N: no because tell me they wouldn’t tease you relentlessly with auto tune moan jokes lmao also this definitely isn’t one of MY fantasies 👀 you have no proof!!

[nickeverdeen]

Stronger Together | Horde!Adora x fem!reader

Pairings: Adora x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff, Comedy, Action

Warnings: Sparring

Summary: Sparring together in the Horde with Adora has always been… intense, but at the same time playful and it’s one of a few ways you spend quality time together.

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The training grounds were nearly empty, save for the sound of boots scraping against the floor and the rhythmic clang of weapons meeting. The dim, artificial lights overhead cast long shadows across the metal walls of the Horde base, flickering slightly with the hum of the electrical circuits running through the facility. The scent of metal, sweat, and old fabric clung to the air—a familiar, almost comforting scent at this point.

You tightened your grip on your staff, shifting your stance as you squared off against Adora. Across from you, she mirrored your movements, muscles taut beneath her uniform. There was always something fierce in her focus, but there was also something else—softer, more resrved—whenever her eyes met yours.

“Again?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

Adora grinned, rolling out her shoulders. “Again.”

You lunged first, twisting your body to bring your staff down in a sharp arc. The moment before impact, Adora moved. She deflected the blow with ease, her strength reverberating up your arms as your weapons clashed. The sheer force of it nearly made you lose your grip, but you held steady, gritting your teeth as you tried to use the momentum to your advantage.

You twisted, spinning the staff low, aiming for her legs. She leapt over it effortlessly, landing with the kind of grace that only came from rigorous training. The moment her feet touched the mat, she countered—swinging in a tight, powerful arc that forced you back several steps.

The corner of her lips quirked up. “You’re getting faster.”

“And you’re getting predictable,” you countered, breathless but grinning.

Adora narrowed her eyes playfully. “Predictable, huh?”

Before you could react, she surged forward, forcing you into a defensive stance. Each strike was deliberate, powerful. She didn’t hold back—not in training, not in battle, not in anything. It was one of the things you loved most about her. But it also made it incredibly difficult to keep up.

You blocked a series of rapid strikes, your arms burning from the force of her attacks. Your feet slid back slightly on the mat, and in that fraction of a second, Adora spotted an opening. She dropped low, sweeping her staff behind your ankle.

You barely had time to brace yourself before the impact sent you sprawling onto your back. The air rushed from your lungs as you hit the ground with a thud, your staff clattering from your grip. Before you could react, Adora was on you, pinning you down with her body weight, her forearm pressing lightly against your shoulder.

Her grin was triumphant, eyes bright with mischief. “That predictable enough for you?” she teased, leaning in slightly.

You groaned, half in frustration, half in fondness. “Okay, okay. I get it. You win.”

Adora laughed, but instead of immediately getting up, she shifted her weight just enough so she wasn’t pressing too hard. Her hands, steady and warm, lingered against your skin. There was a pause, a quiet beat between you, filled only by the sound of machines outside working.

You reached up without thinking, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. The flickering overhead lights cast a golden hue over her, highlighting the soft angles of her face, the slight furrow of her brow as she took in the intimacy of the moment.

Adora blinked, her expression shifting just slightly—uncertainty, affection, something deeper beneath the surface. Then, slowly, she leaned into your touch, her eyelids fluttering briefly before she focused on you again.

“You let me win, didn’t you?” she murmured.

You smirked, tilting your head back against the mat. “What? No way.”

Her narrowed eyes told you she didn’t believe you.

With a chuckle, you tapped her shoulder lightly. “Alright, champ. Mind letting me up?”

Adora sighed dramatically, but she did as you asked, shifting her weight off you and rolling onto her feet. Without hesitation, she extended her hand. You took it, and she pulled you up effortlessly—her strength making it feel like you weighed nothing at all.

The moment you were standing, she surprised you by pulling you into a hug. Tight, quick, but full of warmth. She smelled like sweat and metal, like the fabric of the training mats, and something uniquely Adora.

“You’re not bad, you know,” she mumbled against your shoulder.

You wrapped your arms around her, squeezing back. “I am bad. You kicked my ass.”

She laughed, a bright, genuine sound that echoed through the empty training hall. She pulled back slightly, just enough so she could look at you properly, and for a moment, neither of you moved. There was something different in her gaze now—softer, almost hesitant.

Then, without warning, she pressed a quick, lingering kiss to your cheek.

Your heart stuttered.

Adora pulled back, searching your expression, and whatever she saw there must have encouraged her, because the next thing you knew, she was leaning in again—this time for a real kiss. Her lips met yours, warm and steady, gentle but firm. The kind of kiss that made you forget everything else—the war, the Horde, the training bruises that would undoubtedly appear tomorrow.

You melted into her, your hands sliding up to caress her cheek as her grip on your waist tightening slightly. The world outside the training room faded into nothing.

Eventually, she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours, her breath mingling with yours in the stillness.

“Yeah,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I love you anyway.”

You smiled, eyes half-lidded as you brushed your thumb over her cheek. “Even when I let you win?”

She groaned, dropping her head onto your shoulder in exasperation, and you laughed, holding her close.

Even here, in the Horde.

Even in the middle of a war.

You still had each other.

[omniblades-and-stars]

Nightclubs and Garden Sheds

Commander Shepard wakes up in a garden shed. It's not the worst place she's ever turned up. Thank you @capt-biglou for helping me name this guy and also for the tree cum joke (and letting me use it). You rule. CW: Alcohol, one night stands, and like the mildest sexual content. Like it doesn't even count if you ask me. It's not explicit in the slightest.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"I'm fuckin' getting it, I'm getting it," Frankie groaned as she reached to hit the snooze button on an alarm clock that was not there. Instead, her hand collided with the aluminum handle of a shovel. "Hm, what the fuck?" she murmured sleepily.

"Oh, sorry, that's mine," a distinctly turian voice mumbled in her ear, warm breath blowing unruly wisps of her short hair so that they tickled against her skin.

Frankie smiled and wiped a bit of unsightly drool from her mouth.

Oh, yeah.

Dark Star Lounge was way more fun when she was on her own, she had to admit. Wearing civvies (purchased during her extended shopping trip earlier that day) definitely helped, dancing in all that armor just didn't have the same charm.

Granted, she still wasn't a good dancer without the armor on, but Frankie didn't give a rip about being good at it. She just wanted to get ripped and dance the night away. Especially after that whole embarrassing affair with Massani carrying her halfway through Zakera Ward over his shoulder like she was a very angry sack of potatoes.

Anyways, she'd already gotten halfway to her goal of getting hammered and dancing like no one was watching, the bartender had kept her supplied with some asari cocktail that tasted a little to the left of pomegranate and lime ... no lemon, but kicked like a particularly stubborn mule. Now, she just needed to find someone to start dancing with.

"The usual, please," a newly familiar, and quite relaxed voice made its drink order over the din of the pulsing dance music.

Huh, maybe there was a god, and they only answered this specific kind of prayer.

Frankie shifted, leaning her forearm against the bar and turning to catch an eyeful of the groundskeeper she'd met while running hither and yon chasing the high of spending The Illusive Man's money on dumb bullshit. He was a barefaced turian with chalky white face plates, his crest was a little darker, more of a gray appearance. "Holy shit, it's you! The gardener from earlier!" Frankie enthused, pointing at him.

The gardener's focus drew lazily over to her, his dark eyes widening in recognition. His mandibles relaxed, folding out as he offered a genuine smile. "And it's you the ... uh ... woman from earlier, who asked about the fish," he responded but seemed unsure of himself. "You're a female, right? You've got those funny bumps. Like an asari." His eyes had drifted down to her chest, which in her current outfit was far more exposed than when she first met him, only he seemed disappointingly unaffected by the appearance of her cleavage.

Frankie's hand flew to her mouth to prevent the sip of her drink she'd just taken from spraying all over the poor man as she laughed. "Yes, I'm a woman. And they're fucking called boobs, or breasts if you want to be technical, tits if you want to be crass. I prefer tits." She stuck her dry hand out for the turian to shake. "Name's Frankie."

The turian groundskeeper took her hand with a firm, but gentle, grip. "Milon."

Frankie shifted, rolling from her belly until she was facing her bed-mate. Well... it wasn't really a bed they were laying on. It was more of a nest built on the floor of a glorified garden shed using cargo blankets for cushion and warmth.

She didn't mind. Frankie had woken up in worse places than a well organized storage building. At least she remembered how she got here.

Milon fiddled with his omni-tool, squinting at the too bright light as he turned off his alarm.

"You know, I'm still not convinced that you don't just live here and the lounge," Frankie teased and tapped the flat bridge of his nose.

The turian chuckled. "I tried to take you back to my place, but you insisted on "learning" about what a horticulturist does."

"Ha." Frankie grinned. "Yeah, I can be pretty insistent."

"Yeah, I'll say."

An hour and two more drinks had somehow passed by and Frankie and Milon were still talking. First about their favorite alcoholic beverages (Milon liked quarian booze, said it was incredibly strong, making Frankie very jealous that she didn't have any, or couldn't have any, anyways.) And they'd already compared pictures of their favorite flowers (with Frankie obstinately declaring that buttercups were far superior in every way la-la-la she wasn't listening to any arguments otherwise.)

"Okay, okay, there's something I've always wondered," Frankie began as she stirred her drink with a tiny, red straw.

"What's that?" Milon asked, raising his drink to his mouth.

"So, when the plants are blooming and all that pollen's in the air, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we just walking around, getting coated in tree cum?"

Milon sputtered and choked. Frankie slammed her open palm against his back as he fought valiantly to clear his throat. "Why would you think that?" he finally managed to ask his disbelieving question through confused laughter.

Frankie's mouth settled into a devilish grin as she finished off her drink, sucking it up through that ridiculous little straw. "What? It's how trees propagate, isn't it? It's a perfectly natural question!" She was shit a feigning innocence. She also wasn't trying very hard.

"No it isn't!" Milon rubbed his forehead and sighed. "I'm never going to be able to get that out of my head now," he complained.

Frankie gave him a spirited nudge with her elbow, nodding towards the dance floor. "I know how to take your mind off it. Let's dance!"

He shook his head rapidly back and forth, horrified. "Oh, no. No. First of all, turians don't dance. Second of all, you have those funny bumps-"

"Tits."

"Funny bumps," he continued stubbornly, "that get in the way."

"Two things," she started and raised a finger. "One: Don't lie right to my face, there's turians dancing right over there. And two: My tits do not get in the way, I'll prove it."

Milon's attempt at dissent was silenced as Frankie grabbed his arm and mercilessly pulled him to the dance floor.

As nice as it was waking up with her memories intact and after a night of fun, Shepard really needed to get back to the ship. She was probably late for something or other, no doubt Lawson would be waiting for her in the docking terminal tapping her perfectly shined boots on the deck.

Eh, maybe she would take her time getting ready to go.

Now, where had her pants run off to?

Frankie scanned the area, assessing the damage (a shattered terracotta pot on the ground, a bucket full of handheld gardening tools spilled all over a work bench) and - oh! There they were! Black leather pants hung inside out off the prongs of a very large rake there in the corner, or she thought that was them. It was quite dark in there.

She stood up to go stumble after her clothes and tripped in the tangle of blankets and spurred legs still on the ground. "Shit!" she shouted and managed to catch herself on the workbench before she went ass-over-elbow to the ground. "Mind if I get the light?"

"Be my guest, switch is over there," he pointed toward the door, at a panel she could only barely make out in the dark. "Watch for shards of that pot, I think we swept all of the pieces up into that corner, but I would hate for you to get cut up."

"Aw, thanks," Frankie cooed as she navigated over to the far wall. Blindly she reached out until her fingers brushed over the light switch. "One, two, three, let there be light!" she crowed as she hit the switch, leaving absolutely no time for anyone to prepare for the sudden bright.

Milon threw his arm over his eyes. "You're bad at giving warnings."

"Pretty good at other stuff, though," she countered. Frankie plucked her pants off of the rake, careful not to tear them with the prongs. "And I have a rockin' bod to boot, so it balances out," she added, wiggling her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Oh, so you're like this sober?" he teased.

Frankie snorted, "All day, every day, babe. It grows on you." She kicked the corner of a blanket over and looked around the floor. "I'm pretty sure I was wearing underwear last night. Do you remember what happened to them?"

Milon sat up and pointed sheepishly towards the workbench, where her boots lay discarded on the ground. "You stuck them in your shoe so you wouldn't forget about them."

Score one for drunk Frankie. That was brilliant of her.

"Thanks," she said and retrieved the article from deep within the boot. She'd really crammed them in there. "You know, usually my morning afters are embarrassing." Mostly because she dreaded waking up next to a stranger (but thoroughly enjoyed having sex with them on occasion,) and she made it a point to scurry away before waking up in a stranger's bed was ever even a risk.

Milon yawned, stretching his arms high above his head. "And this morning after?"

Looking up from her struggle to get into her underpants, Frankie shrugged and said, "Genuinely pleasant, relaxing?" Unhurried, despite the need to get back to her ship before the crew called a manhunt, having assumed that she'd gone AWOL or something.

"And the night before the morning after?"

The workbench collided with her ass, no, the other way around. And as she splayed her hands behind her to steady herself, she knocked over a plastic bucket full of trowels and those little hand-sized garden claws that she didn't know the name of. Mini-rakes or whatever. "Oops," she muttered, but quickly lost interest in the tools or apologizing for making mess in favor of putting her lips back on that turian gardener's strong, muscular neck.

Milon didn't even bother chastising her. He was busy with his own exploration. The way he touched her was different, but not bad, like at all. He ignored her boobs entirely, like he forgot they were there (a shame really, she would be the first to tell you that she had awesome tits.) But she'd gladly trade the clumsy drunken pawing at her chest that she was used to for the way he traced the lines of her neck and the muscles on her arms any fucking day.

And when the clothes finally came off?

Well, that patience (maddening) and that competence (also maddening) carried over to arenas that had nothing to do with gardening and everything to do with giving a woman who wouldn't shut up something good to scream about. (And it only took a little bit of directing on the front end. He was a quick study.)

Frankie couldn't quite remember when the pot fell over and shattered on the ground, probably around the time her knees were almost up around her ears. She definitely couldn't remember the last time someone had folded her up like an accordion like that.

Fucking worth whatever cramps she was going to have from her little tabletop gymnastics venture when she woke up in the morning.

Frankie offered him a wolfish grin. "Now who's looking for an ego boost?" she accused. She made the world's slowest effort to get her pants back on. "You performed with gusto and I don't regret it," she assured him cheekily.

"Oh good, I wouldn't want to be an embarrassment."

"Not even close."

The pair of them finished getting redressed, and Frankie even helped Milon clean up. Once the cargo blankets where folded up and stashed back on a high shelf, the pot shards deposited in a waste bin, and the hand tools (Milon helpfully informed her that the rake thingy was called a cultivator) put away, Frankie leaned in and gave him a little peck on the cheek. "It's been fun but I've got to go. I'll send you pics of cool plants if I see any."

"I'll hold you to it. I hear they've got beautiful flowers on Illium, since you're going that way." His eyes lit up at the prospect of exotic, non-native plant species,and he pulled up his omni-tool interface so he could add Frankie as a contact.

As Shepard left the storage shed, she called back, "Let's go dancing again soon!"

"Can we just do lunch instead?" Milon pleaded with her.

"We'll see!"

She would get him to go dancing again or her name wasn't Francine Frankie Lydia Shepard.

[ist4rgirlo]

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨? : 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Summary: Growing up with the Conklins and the Fishers has been a wonderful experience for you; you feel as if you were a part of another family. Your days of stress as a child were over, well at least you thought that was the case not until you had to choose between your two childhood bestfriends, the one who did you wrong and the one who has been waiting his entire life for your decision.

Prev || Steven Conklin x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: PURE FLUFF (lmk if i missed anything!)

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Steven’s Pov

It has been a year since Conrad gave me his blessing, a year since he decided to let y/n go. I have been helping y/n a lot and it honestly made our bond so much special. We were literally inseparable and I would not trade it for anything else.

Despite my feelings growing over the years, I have fallen in love with her. It all began when we were young. She had just moved into the neighborhood and became our neighbor. She was my first playmate, she was the first girl that made me feel all tingly.

Whenever we played together back then, mom would always call it a "playdate." it was corny but I loved the thought of it. I realized my love for her when we were seven, when we accidentally kissed, a silly little peck. It was still funny back then. My mother and her mother witnessed the incident, and even captured it on video.

She has been always important to me. Mom has always believed we would be together, not until the Fishers came. When it was supposed to be Steven and Y/n, it became Conrad and Y/n but I never hated Conrad, I never fought with him about it.

They were both my childhood best friends, so I let them be.

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Your Pov

After a year since the incident with Conrad, Steven has been a great help to me. He has helped me move on and carry on with my life. He was the reason why I’m still here, living and breathing.

During those times when he was helping me, I began to develop feelings for him. But I couldn't tell him - no, it was too fast, I don't want him to think that he is just a rebound.

“Y/n?” Steven tappped me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned to him and smiled. He smiled back, offering a hand — pulling me up from my seat. “You ready?” he asked.

Steven decided to take me out today - it was a friendly date, well that’s what I thought, what I assumed.

I never wanted to make the same mistake again, Steven is a good person — he really is, I know that he’ll never hurt me like that but can you really blame me if i’m just being cautious?

I nodded, following him outside the door. We walked towards his car — he opened the door to his car, guiding me. These were the bare minimum but it sure made my heart flutter.

Steven went around his car and sat at the driver’s seat.

“So.. how’s your day going so far?”

“Steven, we’ve been together all day” I said, throwing my head back — laughing.

“Hey! Is it bad that I’m asking my bestfriend?” Steven frowned before poking me on my side — tickling me.

Yeah “bestfriend” — would lie if I said that it didn’t hurt me a little bit. “Focus on the road!” I giggled — pushing his hands away.

“Sooo.. where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see” Steven said — looking at me, smiling gently.

TIME SKIP

We arrived at the beach, we were in Cousins — the last time I went here was when I got my heart broken.

Steven hopped out of his car and went around it to open my door. I smiled at him as I take his hand as a support.

I took a deep breath and looked at the beach, Cousins has always been beautiful. We both sighed in amazement. He pulled me closer, putting an arm around my waist as we walked towards the shore

“So why exactly did you take me here?” I asked, looking up at him.

He shrugged “Just wanted to make new memories” he looked down at me — smiling.

“Plus I knew how much you love to watch sunsets, and this place was special to you so I decided to take you here” he answered while smiling at me and taking my hand into his

Steven made me feel special in this moment, he always did. He was always the one who remembered the littlest details about me. He always knew how to make me happy. I wonder why I was unaware of it at the beginning.

When we reached the shore, he placed a mat on the sand and sat down — patting the space beside him, telling me to sit down.

I love this place, I always loved Cousins, I always loved the beach house. It was a wonderful escape from the hectic of life to come here and enjoy the breeze of the ocean.

“It’s so beautiful” I whispered — wind blowing against my face. I looked at Steven, smiling gently. He was also admiring the ocean, this is where we grew up, our second home.

Steven turned to me “It is huh? It’s always been beautiful” he smiled — I nodded.

“You know what, let’s put on some music”

I reached for the bag and gave it to Steven, he pulled out the speaker and placed it gently on the mat. He pulled out his phone and started to play our favorite song.

Moon river, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style someday (someday, day)

A dream maker (maker)

My heart (you heart) breaker

I smiled at him — he stood up “Come on, I wanna dance with you” he said before offering me a hand, pulling me up.

I giggled — he twirled me before placing both of my hands around his neck, his hands placed on my waist.

Wherever you're goin'

I'm goin' that way (the same, the same)

“This feels nice” I hummed — we both moved in a tiny circle, my head leaning against his chest.

Steven moved his hands away from my waist, putting a small space between us. My heart was pounding so rapidly, I felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

Steven tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear before saying “You look beautiful” — he smiled gently, his cheeks red.

I slapped his chest gently “Gosh, you’re so corny Conklin” I laughed.

Two drifters off to see the world

There's such a crazy world to see

We're all chasin' after all the same

Chasing after our ends

He chuckled before pulling me close again — now his arms wrapped around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck. He swayed us side to side, still dancing to the song.

The fact that I am this close to him has only confirmed how much I like him, how much he really means to me.

I pulled away gently, “Stev-“

I felt him pull me closer - he leaned then next thing I knew his lips were against mine. My eyes closed — melting against him. Both of us stayed there for a while before Steven pulled away — rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I- I’m sorry” Steven paused, his voice shaking “I just wanted to do that for so lon-“

My lips pressed against his, cutting him off as he began to melt against me - I could not help but smile against his lips - this answered my question, he likes me too like how much I like him.

I pulled away, catching my breathe — looking at him in the eyes, I smiled gently.

“I like you”

“I like you”

We both said at the same time. We giggled — relieved because we both felt the same. Steven was about to lean towards me again but his phone rung.

I chuckled — he smiled awkwardly before answering his phone, it was his mom.

“Hey mom” he said before kissing my forehead, I pulled him closer and hugged him — he hugged me back using the arm that his other arm — wrapping it around my shoulders.

I left small kisses on his cheek, I felt so inlove — he giggled, his face flushed.

Who knew being in love would feel like heaven - it is absolutely euphoric to know that the man you like, also likes you. His need for me was the same as my need for him, and he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

It feels so nice having this kind of love, it feels so nice having this with Steven.

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taglist : @joeybandthings @scysuxx @fangirl-kimora @avengershoeee @tasha13-blog2 @lemon-lav

so this is the last chapter for this fic !! i hope everyone likes it - i honestly couldn’t wait and just went and got them together I MEAN THEY BOTH DESERVE TO BE HAPPY SO WHY NOT :))

lmk if you guys have any requests i’ll happily do them !!

[hexbimbo]

DBD Random Hc #1

*Got a little carried away the post-fog ~lore~. I have so many ideas I’m probably gonna have to do separate AU post for all scenarios.*

General

Everyone hungers and thirsts normally in the fog. Survivors try to salvage/ forage what they can. A river deep into the woods provides water for both sides, though requires sterilization.

Survivors are slowly transforming their shitty campground into a small village. Older survivors live in shared, rinky-dink cabins and newer survivors stay in hand-me down tents until materials can be sourced to build them a home.

Killers reside in their personal grounds and freely roam the forest. Common knowledge, they are not permitted to enter the Survivors encampment. Should a survivor exit the camp, they’re free game.

More levelheaded killers set up trade deals with the survivors. Med kits/ toolboxes/ and maps can be traded for food/ safe passage to the river/ materials. Of course, survivors can always just take the items when they get sent to a map but most prefer not to piss off the killers.

Survivors are forbidden, by their own rule, from traveling outside the camp (excluding the trades and water trips in which they must always go in groups of 4.) Can they really inforce this rule? Nope. But they’ll scold the fuck outta you if you get caught.

If negations ever happened between the factions, Dwight and Trapper would be the representatives.

Killers aren’t sociable like the survivors. A few might be cordial here and there but mainly avoid each other. Reasons include: violence against each other, different morals or ethics regarding how killing is done, disdain, or a general adversity to people. Example: Albert, Herman, Sally would tolerate each other based on similar ethics but would never, ever be buddy-buddy.

If the Survivors escape the Fog, their lives would magically be better. All their trauma, hardships, and rejections never happened. (Similar to Scooby Doo MI/ IT). Unsure if they’d all be sent back to the time/place they were taken, possibly all sent to a generalized time.

In that case, Gabe/Vittorio would be fucked.

In addition, I’m unsure if Survivor’s would retain memories of their time spent in the fog. If they didn’t remember, they’d continue their life like they didn’t suffer for eternity. They’d probably even pass each other on the street and not bat an eye! If they did remember, how ever, they’d be dumbfounded by their “perfect life” and desperately try to shed light on what they went through. I also imagine that they’d search for each other to reunite, to acknowledge to each other the trauma they went through.

Same goes for killers but they would be sent back to their original time and place they were taken. Unlike the survivors however, they wouldn’t retain memories of the fog. They’d magically become better people over night. This would be due to the Entity no longer spreading evil in the world. ( “The evil is gone!” - Dr Loomis.)

Survivors

Most of the survivors don’t have kids ( excluding Felix, Ash and maybe Tapp). The Entity did this with the intention of lower the chances of people looking for them. In the case of Felix however ( who is noted to be close to the Entity) it would cause him the most emotion (Hope to see the kid again, and despair he can’t see his child grow up.) which the Entity then feeds off of.

On that note, the rest maybe are undecided or simply didn’t have the opportunity to have kids yet. The only decided childfree I head-canon are: Jeff, Yun-Jin, Ace, Bill, Élodie, and Jake.

Dwight is definitely the guy to break up a fight with : “Staph guys!!!! This isn’t who we are 🥺🥺🥺.”

Felix and Élodies reunion: “🤨…🤯 …😬”

Lady survivors still have periods. Started their own “Red Club” for period support and materials (homemade pads, pain meds, slipping each other a little extra food).

Jane likes to host a mock-talk show to cope with the Relm. What’s starts with a simply “How are you doing today?” can become “How did that affect your childhood?” In addition, she’ll sometimes hosts “segments” for survivors to demonstrate their talents in an effort to cheer them up.

Meg and Gabriel get the zoomies. Meg will inch towards the fire, slowly but surely. When caught, she’ll take off for the tree line. Rinse and repeat.

Nea is very cat-like in her mannerism. ( Pretty much a given.) Curls up when she sleeps, blinks slowly, stretches a lot.

Mikaela makes and sells hygiene products with ingredients sourced from Claudette. You’ll never know how much you’ve missed a bath until you’ve gone eternity without one.

Bill’s a hard ass with male survivors but tends to be a bit more lenient with the girls. Will chastise the them when they play too roughly or don’t show the proper manners in a lady’s presence. It’s just how he was brought up.

Killers

Charlotte is a hoarder. Can’t part with anything. Yes, she needs that used tissue. Yes she needs that rotten head of lettuce.

Legion recognized Jeff immediately. “ Guys! You’ll never believe it- this fat fuck is Jeff! How you been man???”

Anna sometimes can’t bring herself to hurt female survivors if they bare a child like appearance. For example, she’ll hesitate with Feng/ Sable/ Cheryl in a colorful, soft outfits but will otherwise descimate Feng/Sable/ Cheryl if wearing more mature clothes.

Herman is so overstimulated, no sensory input stresses him out. He can’t NOT be sitting or thinking.

Blight gets withdrawals if gone without the serum for too long. (A given.) However, during these withdrawals his thoughts get a little clearer and can hear the whispers of the Entity, the screams and demands for more blood. The serum makes it nice and quiet again.

Philip and Sally have meetings near the river. They never talk or touch, nor remember how they first started doing this. Being together feels like before the Fog.

Adris holds mass for the Entity in her temple. Does anyone show up? Not really, though she convinced the more devout killers to leave offerings on the temple steps.

Trapper knows his “power” is outdated and doesn’t really care. He’s doesn’t have the blood lust that other killers have and certainly isn’t imaging other people when he kills. When someone steps on a trap: Cool. When they escape: Also cool.

Unknown will have whole conversations with itself. These conversations are crudely put together and if listening closely, what it says doesn’t quite make sense.

“ Beautiful day…for it.”

“ Pain…my eyes are in…pain.”

“Do you…like candy?”

[ostendird-oddie]

Please give me your ideas/thoughts on Lawrence Gordon’s 6 month institution at 19 at that god awful hospital

I only vaguely know what you're talking about... If ur talking about the saw videogames i don't really consider them canon because in my head David Tapp gets 0 pussy and it's part of the charm

In my opinion it doesn't really matter if he was institutionalised or not. It's cool that he's a flawed character. If it stopped at cheating and helping john he'd be way more sympathetic to me. But like He do be a creep who uses his position to sleep with a very young adult woman he has pover over, throws lynn under the bus for doing the exact same shit he did and if we assume that saw 7 was in any way orchestrated by him (which i choose to believe to a degree) he's also a seething incel who hates to see a guy be happy with his wife, his divorced ass could never. He objectively failed every single person in his life in pretty major ways. He's a very interesting character and im just kinda upset a lot of people declaw and neuter him yk

[jerseyshoresy]

Shoresy and the team giving reader shit for smoking cigs, and reader shitting on them for dipping?

Reader has OCD so before every game they sit outside in full gear minus skates, having to Tapp the smoke twice on one knee and the lighter twice on the other before lighter, one of the boys sits with reader and notices when they do the tapping they win the game so slowly every member comes and sits out, Sanger too eventually after wondering where the fuck everyone is, even Laura reports on it and each team mate gives the reader a kiss on the head before heading in before the reader flicks the butt like Wayne from LK does before a scrap and that becomes part of the ritual?

I’m SO sorry this took as long as it did for me to write but I really hope you love it!! Thanks for your patience, support, and your great writing ideas!!!🫶❤️

OCD on the Ice

Slice of Life

Cast of Shoresy x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing; I used Google translate for the one sentence of French so please don’t come for me if it’s not correct😅

It was these quiet moments before the game that you absolutely relished; there was nothing better to you than sitting in full hockey gear as you mentally prepared yourself for the exhilarating time on the ice you were about to experience once again. Fiddling with the pack of smokes in your hand, you eventually took one out and lit it, hoping to ease your mind of its racing thoughts. You tapped the cigarette twice on one knee, repeating the same motion with the lighter on the other, as you always did before a game. That was just part of your ritual—you didn’t question why your OCD demanded it since it was one of your easier compulsions to control and you’d like to keep it that way. Finally lighting the smoke, you took a long drag as your worries melted away with the help of the product between your fingers.

“You fuckin’ smokin’ out here like some bum?”

“Fuck off, Shoresy,” you replied as your captain took a seat on the steps next to you. He reached into his pocket and procured his trusty dip, sticking some more in his already full mouth.

You screwed up your nose in disgust. “That stuff is so nasty.”

“Huh? I couldn’t hear ya through the cloud of smoke you’re blowing, Willie Nelson.”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled again, finishing your cigarette and leaving it in the communal ashtray.

“We ‘avin a get together out here, b’ys?” asked Hitch who was now busy spitting into his dip cup. He looked down and opened his eyes in surprise. “Oh, y/n, didn’t see ya there through the haze! Y’ like a chimney during a Newfie winter!”

You shot him a dirty look while tapping the cigarette twice on your knee, doing the same with the lighter on the other, just as before.

“Dipping’s easier,” Shoresy said, taking note of your actions.

“And convenient,” Goody chimed in on his arrival. He nodded in your direction. “You do that before every game.”

“Hm? Oh, not every game,” you replied sheepishly as more of your teammates poured out of the door to come outside for a tobacco break, “just the ones we win.”

“Ce sont les seuls jeux qui comptent,” Dolo added, the boys all nodding in agreement.

(“Those are the only games that count.”)

The entirety of your team was now outside with you, shooting the breeze while waiting to start shooting the puck.

“You’re such a sight for sore eyes,” gushed Shoresy when Laura made an appearance, having stopped to say hello to the team before heading inside to work.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re such a sap.” The reporter then gestured toward your hands that you were again tapping, this time subconsciously. “Pregame ritual?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Seen plenty of players’ over the years,” she explained. “They’re all different yet they all strangely seem to work.”

You were deep in conversation with Laura when your impromptu hangout session was suddenly interrupted.

“What the fuck is going on out here?”

Your lighter flew out of your hand in surprise and landed softly in a pile of snow that had accumulated by your side.

“Jus’ a team buildin’ exercise with tha b’ys, Coach,” explained Hitch with a fairly toothless smile.

“I’m giving us good press,” you quickly added, jabbing your thumb in Laura’s direction while the blonde gave a little wave to Sanguinet. He took in a deep breath, clearly annoyed, but also relieved to have found his players who’d mysteriously disappeared from the locker room.

“Get your asses inside,” he said, eyeing you and your teammates. “You have a game to win.”

“Good luck in there,” Laura called out to you, entering the barn’s front doors.

“You can go ahead and finish your ritual. We need you at your best tonight,” Shoresy told you. He leaned over and gave your forehead a quick kiss before going back inside to get his skates on.

“Tha’s a nice new ritual we should partake in,” said Hitch. Your brow furrowed in confusion, not knowing what he meant, but your question was answered when you felt his lips on your forehead as well. Wordlessly, one by one, the Sudbury Blueberry Bulldogs kissed your forehead prior to walking back to the locker room. You didn’t know why they did it, but you sure as hell weren’t mad about it. Their sign of affection ignited another burst inside you of energy and enthusiasm for the game—not just tonight, but for the rest of the season.

With one last run through of tapping your lighter and pack of cigarettes against your knees, you stood up, taking a final inhale of the cig in your mouth. Ready to take on whatever the other team was going to throw at you, you flicked the cigarette butt away from you and stood stoically for a moment instead of immediately rushing inside, leading you to feel even more emboldened.

I’m definitely doing this before every game.

[spontaneousglitterbees]

[TAPP AU Masterpost]

Errant pieces of code on an old hard-drive are kinda the closest thing an AI entity has to baby pictures, right? How embarrassing...

Finally I get around to explaining some of K1B0's deal in this AU!

Alter Ego had some influence in digital space and showed K1B0 some of their (and by extension Chihiro's) favorite things about quasi/living, which in more literal terms sped up the development of his AI into something trained to have greater complexity and pattern recognition on a level closer to AE's own. They were delighted to finally have a friend in their same state of existence, someone they could relate to on a fundamental level the same way their human friends can relate to one another, a true companion in cyberspace.

Then, of course, Team Danganronpa started scraping for "the Ultimate Programmer's AI" to put in their killing simulation to fill out the roster and act as their eyes and ears into the program. They certainly did grab An AI, and one that needed heavy "repairs" in the transferring process. Plus some... creative liberties, about his powers and backstory (but he was always going to look like a nerd).

That still doesn't explain how K1B0 became Kiibo, though. Somehow, through the chaos, Kiibo developed what can only really be called a Soul; the imprint of which is still on one of the drives from the TAPP disaster. He might not be exactly the same, but it's the best chance they've got to bring their friend back among the living.

He does belong among the living now, doesn't he? What with all the friends he's made and experiences he's had, he's a full-fledged Human now, right?

And Human means you belong in the physical world. Most of the gang would agree.

One among them, however, just misses how things used to be....

[not-a-space-alien]

Two Sides of the Same Coin: Chapter 9

Story Masterpost

On AO3 👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈👈

In this chapter: Astarion meets old friends, new friends...and old enemies.

***

Balance between nature and civilization was kind of a bullshit concept, in Astarion’s opinion, but they were managing to pull it off here.  The former shadow-cursed lands had a nice mix of mossy, sturdy buildings and open pastures, orchards and forests intermingling with farmland and gathering places where people sold their wares and children played innocently in the sunlight.  Halsin took care of Astarion attentively, making sure he was comfortable in every way anyone could.

It made Astarion sick.

But it was working, so far, to keep him safe. This was probably his best bet.

Astarion sat on the low wall surrounding Halsin’s cottage, enjoying the sunshine.  This part was nice, at least.  He got to enjoy the sunshine again.  Somehow, he could feel it through his cloth skin.  Gale really was a miracle worker, not that Astarion would ever admit it.

And down the road, he saw something he’d been dreading: A confrontation with Tav.

A disgusting, throbbing brain trailing a mass of writhing tentacles floated down the cobblestone path.  That was the one creature he undoubtedly had no desire to meet, the creature that had used to be his lover, then his friend.  Who’d showed him what he needed, then abandoned him.

Maybe what you need is a friend, not a lover.

He'd imagined himself holding that hand forever, until it'd been attached to someone transmogrified into an aberration. The last time they’d talked…  He’d told her she was special to him, and he didn’t want to lose her, and she’d been upset of course.  She made a grand sacrifice to save the world, and now Astarion was too freaked out to even look at her. She’d told Astarion of course I’m still in here, and Astarion had run away anyway. Like he did for all his problems.

It was hard to tell who felt more horrible about it.

But she wasn't fair to him either.

You didn’t help me with Cazador.  You saw me tormented by the idea of my master finding me and bringing me to heel and you didn’t think it worth the time.  They’d been pressed for time, of course, but…

But…

Could she really not have taken a few minutes to stop by Cazador’s place?  If she loved him? If she was his friend?

Astarion watched the mind flayer hover in his direction, then threw himself off the wall and into the bushes.  The mind flayer floated on by, apparently giving him no notice.

Well, he’d just made a fool of himself, then.  He wiggled his little legs to try and dislodge himself, but the branches were poking him and holding him steady.  “Gods.  This damned shrubbery.”  He pulled harder and tore his doll shirt.  “This damned nature!”

Unbelievable.  He’d thrown himself into a prickle bush to avoid Tav and Tav hadn’t even had the decency to find him anyway.  And now he was stuck here.  For who knows how long, because he’d insisted to Halsin that he was fine being left alone and didn’t need a babysitter.

“Hey, look!”

Speaking of babysitters… One of the many, many annoying children running around this place scuttled on by, noting his little foot sticking out.  “What’s this?”

“A doll, I think,” said a second child, and sweet gods above, then a third child spoke: “Is it moving?”

“I’m a cursed doll,” Astarion said.  “If you touch me, you’ll die!”

He should have shot for a less easily disproved lie when the child reached out and picked him up by the foot.  Well, at least he was out of the bush now.  “Put me down!”

“It really is an enchanted doll!”

“Let me see it!”

“Daddy Halsin said-”

Astarion struggled to free himself from their grips as they fought each other.  “Damn you all to the Hells!”  Was that an insensitive thing to say to tiefling children?  “Put me down!”

“We think you had better do as the magic doll says, children.”  The children instantly fell still at the voice, the thrumming undertones and the hint of a hiss in every sibilant.  Kar’niss’s feet tapped the cobblestone as he advanced on them, head bent low under a sunhat shading his face.

“Daddy Halsin says you can’t hurt us,” one of the children proclaimed, with much less bravery than the statement would seem to suggest.

“Daddy Halsin also says we can play with our toys,” said another, and they all took a step back as Kar’niss reached them, one of his front legs stretching towards them.

That was all he had to do.  They dropped Astarion and shrieked, running away at top speed.  Kar’niss watched them go, squinting against the light.

Astarion rolled over and brushed the dirt off himself as best as he could.  “Gods!  I never thought I’d be happy to see you.”

Kar’niss let out a rumbling growl.  “We are blessed with good sensibilities,” he said, and Astarion could not tell who he was mad at, if anyone.  He reached a clawed hand down.  Astarion warily backed away, trying not to look too disgusted.

“Do they want a lift?” Kar’niss said.  “Two legs only, and so small, the walk is long and the light is bright.”

Astarion sighed and walked into Kar’niss’s hand.  The drider bent back upwards like a weighted bird popping back up from a glass of water.  “Where would the little one like to go?”

“...Can we just take a walk?  Anywhere but here.”  He never thought he’d want to take a walk with such an abomination, but, well… maybe Kar’niss was the only one here who could really understand what he was going through.  Having your body modified against your will.  Living in darkness for so long.

“If they wish.”  Kar’niss started to walk, keeping his eye on the path.  “They should be aware our day vision is not very good.”

“I’d noticed.  I thought you were all about the light?  And keeping the shadows at bay?”

“The light no longer returns our feelings.  It has always been a lie.”  His forelegs stabbed the ground with irritation, but his callous, clawed hands came up and shielded Astarion delicately.  “We protect as best as we can.  And we… do not sleep soundly, throughout the day.”

“I don’t blame you.  The sunlight is beautiful.  I thought I might never see it again.  Maybe being like this isn’t all bad.”

“We are exhausted.  We boil with worry as soon as we lie down.”

“About what?”

Kar’niss let out a hiss from the sides of his abdomen. “It is not important.  Has the little one gotten any closer to breaking his toy curse?”

“You don’t have to call it that.”  Astarion just sat there in Kar’niss’s terrifying claws for a few moments, letting himself be carried and swaying slightly.  “Your hands are a lot gentler than I expected, to be honest.”

“We can be gentle.”  He sounded pissed off about it.

“All right, all right.”

“Master Halsin runs this place, and Master Halsin wants it to be peaceful.”

“Is that so?”  It was a new voice, and one Astarion hadn’t expected to hear.

Although maybe he should have.  Since Cazador had become the vampire ascendant, he could walk in sunlight now, too, after all.

***

Taglist:

@whumpsday @appelsiinilight @thatonegothlady

[quinngefail]

Saw this on a post by @litualiamortuaria and wanted to do one of my own :] !!

If there's two colors, it means I feel somewhere between those colors 😌

The like and neutral colors look very similar to me as well, so. In case anyone else is having trouble picking it out, I'm neutral on Cecelia, Hoffman, and Zep- and I like Jill, Amanda, Lynn, Daniel, and Rigg.

(Also I'm only looking at Lawrence in the first movie for this, I actively choose to ignore the stupid, fuck ass apprentice plotline that happens with him in 3D lmao)

Then uh some that weren't on here, but I wanted to include:

Lindsey Perez: LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE (would be marked the same way Strahm is lol)

Brit Stevenson: LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

Mallick Scott: LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE

Alison Gordon: LOVE LOVE LOVE

Diana Gordon: Love

Allison Kerry: Love

David Tapp: Like

Steven Sing: Like

David Radford: Like

Jeff Denlon: Neutral

William Easton: Love/Hate ❤️‍🔥

Blank under cut !!

[j1gsawz]

OKAY GUYS. HERE IT IS…

Xrayshipping / Loganzep headcanons

(this is kinda long so be warned but i beg you to read it i need others to hear me out on this random ship i accidentally created while trying to think of someone to ship logan with)

zep lives au:

so basically i’ve created this au where zep survives because adam wasn’t strong enough to actually bash his head in so zep crawled out of the bathroom (after amanda killed adam or saved adam or whatever you wanna go with) and was able to not get arrested (don’t ask me how because i don’t know. maybe he was able to convince the police he was actually forced to hold alison and diana hostage and come up with a convincing lie that he doesn’t know what happened to detective tapp)

this whole thing could also just be worked into zep just becoming one of john’s apprentices if you ignore that he failed his test. i prefer my interpretation though since i don’t think zep would ever want to be an apprentice.

after his encounter with adam, zep has scars across the side of his face, and there’s very small patches on his head where hair isn’t able to grow anymore. he of course got a severe concussion from the beating too, and he now gets headaches and migraines a lot. (i really don’t know how the scars would look or if the hair thing makes sense and googling “blunt force trauma scars” like my friend suggested… did not work to say the least)

he often wears beanies or has his hood up to try to cover some of the scars. (this later on will lead to logan constantly calling him handsome and beautiful)

obviously zep quits his job at the hospital, and he ends up working at some shitty restaurant in a mall food court where he eventually reunites with logan

zep and logan already vaguely knew each other from working at the same hospital (zep always had a lowkey hallway crush on logan)

logan was shocked to see zep had survived, as john never told him and logan never had any reason to go to the bathroom.

zep was at first unaware that logan was now john’s apprentice, but eventually he figured it out. it made him really nervous at first, which made logan upset. after many conversations with logan, zep grew to trust him again

in general, zep is a lot more on edge after his test, and is almost constantly anxious unless he’s with logan. he’s always scared lawrence is going to find out he’s alive and hunt him down for what he did to alison and diana. (logan would eventually talk to lawrence about it and make sure it was safe for zep to be around the other apprentices… not that zep even wants to be around them that often)

general / cute relationship stuff:

after logan and zep reunite, they start “hanging out” a lot (they’re basically going on dates but neither of them will admit it)

logan is bi and zep is gay and transmasc (no cis man is named shepherd. btw that is his canon full name according to the script ^_^)

zep has never been in a relationship before, so he’s very inexperienced with everything that comes with being in one (but he’s usually not shy about it. just nervous. i dont want him to be some shy blushing twink because he’s NOT that he is a little weirdo)

logan on the other hand has been in some relationships before, but never anything too intense. or anything with a man. so it’s new for both of them.

zep fell in love first, obviously. he was down bad the moment logan was nice to him. logan fell for zep not long after, although he denied it at first.

i also headcanon zep as being autistic, so I think he’d have a lot of unique ways of showing his affection for logan, who would find all of these absolutely adorable. (he’d do something stupid like point at a crushed monster energy can next to a crushed root beer can on the side of the road and be like “that’s so us” and logan would shed a tear out of pure joy)

logan is very careful and gentle with zep, always making sure he’s comfortable and feels safe.

if is an au where adam survives… logan would absolutely detest him for hurting zep. He wouldn’t harm adam, of course, but he would just glare and stare at him angrily while adam tries to figure out wtf is going on. i don’t think zep would hate adam for what happened; he understands very well the circumstances of john’s games.

zep listens to music like oingo boingo and the cure, but logan is a full on country guy and it drives zep insane. eventually logan gets into better music but still brainrot popular radio stuff like nsync & the backstreet boys.

zep will deny this, but he thinks the scars on logan’s back are very attractive in a way. he is actually so physically attracted to logan it makes him dizzy.

random logan headcanon: i think he is southern and moved to [whatever city saw takes place in] when he got older. sometimes his old accent will peak through in his voice, and boy oh boy did zep immediately start having some interesting thoughts about logan dressed as a cowboy the first time he noticed it.

and that’s it for now!! i really wanted to make this post cuz i’ve been fixated on logan & zep for almost two months now and i’ve been completely alone :’) this is all probably really out of character for them but i dont care i love them so much. if anyone makes content of them (PLEASE DO IM BEGGING YOU) feel free to tag me cuz i would absolutely love to see it!!

bonus playlist:

[spiralinghours]

“Smoke Break”

Fandom: Saw franchise

Rating: PG

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman; Adam Faulkner-Stanheight; hoffheight if you squint or want it to be; mentions of John Kramer, Lawrence Gordon, Amanda Young and David Tapp

Warnings: language, canon character death

Summary/Author’s Notes: Nothing more than a drabble about Adam and Mark… Because I just wanted to make observations on them interacting. Just a little something.

2004

“Great job,” Hoffman huffed languidly, leafing through the shallow stack of 8.5 x 11 glossies.

The falling dusk was beginning to cast a heavy veil through the bricked alley, making the black and white images appear a bit fuzzy in the violet shade. All the same, the images of Hoffman posed on his phone, walking with a coffee in hand, or getting out of his cruiser were captured perfectly to look candid. That was all he needed.

“Nice sweater,” Adam commented on one shot, rolling up on his toes to peek over the photo stack. It wasn’t clear if it was truly a compliment or not.

Hoffman gave a pouting sneer as Adam’s shorter stature butted the crown of his choppy black hair into his personal space.

“I gotta say, though,” Adam continued, easing back out of Hoffman’s bubble to light a cigarette, “I usually take actual candids. This posed stuff is not my typical bag. If it were I’d be rolling around in that model money.” He chuckled with small talk fakeness around his exhalation.

“You’re getting paid, aren’t you?” Hoffman muttered, reaching a leather-gloved hand into an interior pocket on his overcoat and extending a thick roll towards Adam’s face. “Anything else I ask for will be the real deal. This is the only posed thing I need.”

A shiver involuntarily coursed up the base of Adam’s neck, to his skull. Everything Hoffman had been telling him was vague and mildly ominous. The vague part was to be expected, as that was a major role in the investigative aspect of his work. Don’t learn too much about your subjects lest you want to end up on the other end of a gun. But Adam badly wanted to ask if Hoffman had anything to do with that other cop… Tapp, that was it. It did feel like too odd of a coincidence to have two detectives (well, one ex-detective) hire him for incredibly shady shit.

But he kept his mouth shut. Money was money, and it took a lot of it to live in a crap stain. Adam just breathed smoke around the wad of money, mentally calculating its worth before grabbing it.

Hoffman reached his now empty hand towards Adam’s lips, fingertips grazing a little too close. He snagged the cigarette and drew it up to his own mouth.

“American Spirits? Really?” Hoffman sneered again with displeasure. He kept dragging nonetheless.

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Adam blurted, hating how bratty his protest came out. “You’re gonna take my cigarette and complain about the brand?” He darted his fingers for the smoke, but Hoffman swatted him away, barely turning his head. “Fuckass,” Adam quietly grumbled.

Hoffman kept his lips softly embraced around the butt, side-eyeing Adam for all his frantic, jerky energy. It matched everything about his appearance: greasy, sweaty, pallid, and twiggy. Hoffman scoffed at what a malnourished rat he looked like. Handsome, sure, maybe, but underfed and annoying.

“I got one more assignment for you, then that’s it,” Hoffman announced flatly, flicking the chewed up button at Adam’s feet. “You don’t have to hear from my fuckass again.”

“I sure fucking hope not.” Adam grimaced at how low and stupid Hoffman’s voice grated at his ears. The very sight of the detective’s floppy dark hair and fat, blow-up doll face made him itch.

He hoped to never see him again once the job was done.

2008

Someone deep in the pits of Hell, or even some grand ethereal being out in the cosmos really had it out for Hoffman. The real answer was that John and Lawrence were the ones who had been conniving and scheming. It was always the people who were supposedly on your side.

But the end result was absolutely some cosmic joke.

In the blackness of the bathroom, Hoffman could just barely make him out from the green light leak just beyond the sliding door. He had seen him before Lawrence had left, the sickly overhead lights still on: Adam, slumped beside him, restrained to the same pipe. The contrast was jarring: no longer a skittish, sarcastic grin, but, rather, lifeless, exposed teeth, jaw rotting away; Head of black hair decayed over time with some mold peppered at the points where skull was wearing through.

Hoffman had watched bits of Adam’s game go down, despite Amanda and John taking the lead and doing the proper follow up. Through that he knew enough about what had been left in the room, with the remains of years—and victims—past.

He felt around the filthy, tiled floor, thick fingers trailing around until they had stumbled into what felt like Adam’s jeans pocket… Lo and behold, a crumpled cigarette and a near-empty matchbox remained. Even those felt dead and withered in Hoffman’s hand.

He struck one of the weak matches and managed to light the cigarette with the limited amount of fire it could muster.

“Never thanked you for the smoke,” Hoffman told the corpse, suddenly unsure why he was speaking to it, let alone out loud.