#skeet is just so fine

[tonixe]

"I wanna make you my final girl."

n.o.t.e.s - Skeet Ulrich is fine as hell.

w.a.r.n - p in the v, penetration, creampies, unprotected sex, dub-con to non con, wall sex, fingering.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Billy Loomis x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.3k

Music was blasting through the house, holding your red solo cup filled with some mysterious alcoholic drink.

It was another senior party, and it was of course a party hosted by Stu in his parent's huge house. You got forced to go to the party by Tatum and Stu. You were surprised when Sidney was at the party.

You saw as she walked into the kitchen you were curious about what she was doing; you were barely doing anything at the party than just sipping on your drink and looking around. Walking into the kitchen, to see Sidney emptying a bag of chips into a bowl. You placed your drink onto the counter.

"I didn't know your gonna come to the party, Sid" you put your hands into your skirt pockets, she was taken by surprised by your presence into the kitchen.

"I just didn't want to miss out on the fun, you know?" she responded quietly, as she started eating some of the chips, "Mind if I join in, I don't have anything else to do" you gave her a smile.

"Sure" she passed the bowl of chips, as you grab a handful of chips.

"So, where's Tatum"

"Probably with Stu, doing something important" she shrugged, You giggled when she said the last part, "You mean there probably somewhere fucking" you laughed.

You saw her growing a little grin on her lips, "I guess so" she gave you a little smile, but she was still down.

"What got ya down Sid?" you asked her.

She didn't responded with anything, "Is it with Billy?"

She didn't with your question once again, as she just looked away fro you, "You know it okay Sid, he in the wrong after all, beside he should know it, it wasn't your fault" you said, as you hugged her from behind, "Besides it's party have fun" you gave her a reassuring smile and pat on her back.

"I-i guess so" she said, wiping a tear away from her eyelash, she a laugh a bit.

"I gonna see where's Randy at" she said.

You gave her a head shake, as you watched as she left the kitchen, left with the bowl of chips. 'Oh well', as you dug into the chips. You were now alone, as you sighed out.

You were interrupted in your train of thought, from a group of teenager coming into the kitchen, not trying to bother yourself you just left the chips and walked dusted your hands off.

You walked through the hallways of the house, trying to find the entertain of fun in the party, before getting bumped into by a very drunk Billy.

"B-billy" you stuttered out, you were disgusted by the strong smell of alcohol coming from him. "How much were you drinking tonight?"

"Enough to make me think about you~" he cooed, teasing point at your face, you saw the evident empty flask in his hands.

"God, you need to go home..now," you whispered, holding his shoulders.

"I-i just wanna go home with you, darling." he stuttered out as he caressed your cheek, "You're drunk"

"I'm pretty sober"

"Your going home come on" you tugged at his hand, before getting slammed on a wall, immediately smelling the alcohol and his cologne radaring from him.

"You know, Y/N.." he huffed, looking straight at your face, "You're so pretty, I mean pretty than Sidney in a way" He caressed your face, and you felt his hand sneaking up your skirt.

You grabbed his hand, "Stop, you have a fucking girlfriend, Billy," you hissed at him angrily; he slammed you into the wall forcefully, grabbing your chin, "You know you want it to, Y/N, come on." He forcefully peeled off your panties.

You felt his thick fingers inside of your cunt, your legs wobbling from the impact, as he thrust his finger inside you. "Your wet," he whispered into your ear, and a smuggled smile appeared on his face. You turned your head away from him. His finger fucked you, as you covered your mouth hiding your moans.

"I wanna hear you scream," he whispered into your ear as he took your hand away from your mouth, forcing his tongue into your mouth to kiss. Withdrawing from your lips, being connected by a string of saliva. You whimpered out as his fingers were still trusted inside you before getting withdrawn.

His fingers coated with your slick, as he sucked the liquid from his fingers in front of you before shoving into a hot makeout; it was wrong to enjoy this abuse, especially with your friend's boyfriend.

Your heavy breathing was loud as you tried to calm yourself down before you felt yourself getting lifted off the ground onto Billy's shoulder.

"What the hell, put me down, Billy" you yelled before you were silenced by a slap on the ass as you jolted from the slap.

You buried your face onto the pillow, grabbing it, You could of ask him to stop, but you allowed the thought of him being under the influence; you were a fucking fake, fucking your friend's own boyfriend when there going through something, you felt horrible, but you didn't want it to stop.

You were interrupted in your train of thought before getting split out by his cock, hissing from the pain. His hips collided with your ass as he thrust into you, his hips jackhammering into you.

Your moans ranged out as his cock abused your cunt, as he grabbed the back of your hair, pulling you into his chest, thrusting into you deeper, "Fuck" he groaned out into your ear, "God, your tight," he squeezes her clothed chest, before he took off your shirt, ripped your bra off.

Before he started playing with your nipples, your languid moans made Billy harder by the second. As Billy pulled you into a messy, hot kiss while he plunged himself deeper inside you, You felt yourself feeling your orgasm. His cock massaging your inner walls, "Goddamn, your fucking tight," he groaned into your ear as you clamped down on him.

He removed his arms from your body, and you fell onto the bed, your breath labored, as sweat covered your body.

Before he flipped you, hovering over your body, before he plunged inside you again, your moans were loud, his thrust jolting, as your boobs bounced from the rhythm of his hips.

His body pressed onto your own as you held him, your legs placed on his hips, his thrust getting sloppy, both of your bodies covered with sweat, your nail scratching his back, as your nails stain red. The sounds of the thrust being heard around the room, "B-billy, Im close," you moaned out, "I'm gonna fucking cum inside you" You felt a sense of pleasure washing down on you, moaning his name before clamping down onto his cock, he thrust you a few times into you before spilling himself into you, you felt him softening inside of you, as he groaned into your ear.

You and Billy of your panting were loud before he pulled out of you, as his cum dripped out of you. Billy putting back his clothing back on, zipping up his jeans.

"Where you going." you whimpered out, reaching for him, "Finishing some business," he said before kissing you on the lips, "I'll be back soon, precious." before he caressed his cheek.

"So you really did that, huh," Stu asked as Stu lit his blunt, puffing out the smoke, before turning his head to Billy.

"It was easy to get her to be submissive." Before he took a blow from his blunt.

"You make her sound more like a dream; maybe if get to enjoy her too," he said before he took a drag from his blunt; he felt a hard glare from Billy after he said that.

"After your done fucking with her."

"If you touch her, I'll fucking kill you."

"Billy, you never share~" Stu playful whined

"Anyways, your ready for the Woodsboro massacre?" Stu asked gleefully.

"Ready to finish up the daughter of the whore" Billy muttered before taking a long drag from his blunt.

[novasintheroom]

132. Blush

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.6k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: You're very distracted while mending Vash's coat.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

You try to stop staring.

You really try.

The teal lining of Vash’s coat sits open on your lap. You’d offered to patch up the tears within, noting strings of blue hanging off the cuffs and closure. As hardy as his coat is, the inside is nearly as torn up as the man himself.

But that isn’t what you’re staring at. No.

It’s your friend and the brick house build he was hiding under the coat.

His broad back is turned to you. It feels like an eclipse. Vash is messing with lunch, letting out hums and little clicks of the tongue as the food cooks in the blazing suns’ rays. The outcropping’s shade keeps you cool enough. Still, you feel sweat slide down your back, and you have to squint against the metallic shine from the nearby town.

You don’t know how he handles the heat. Eyes roving over his figure (his very large, very interesting figure), you boggle at the black turtleneck. It’s not a thick shirt by any means, but still. How is he not baking? And the coat on top of it!

Looking back to the coat on your lap, you pinch the fabric between two fingers and rub. It lets out a skeet-skrt sound. Very hardy. You don’t know how bullets bounce off it. You glance at Vash again. He’s so…big. How did you miss it? How do the bullets miss someone so big? You trace the line of his back, the rounded muscles of his shoulders, his slim waist. He reaches for some powdered potatoes and water, and you see the delicate bunch of his forearm’s muscles when he grabs them. Your mouth waters.

As if sensing your stare, Vash looks back at you. His smile is instant and pleasant. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

A blush overtakes your throat, and you’re left clearing it and looking anywhere but him. “Just…wondering how you’re not hot wearing all of this.” There. A half-truth.

Vash pauses and looks down at his clothes as if seeing them for the first time. Then, he chuckles and goes back to cooking. “Guess I’m just used to the heat!”

That’s a lie. No one is used to the heat of this dead planet. But you’ve already dodged one bullet; you aren’t about to start prying into what he doesn’t want you to know. So, you go back to staring. He stirs what’s in the pan. It sizzles and pops, and you watch his bicep and forearm bunch and contract with use. His other limb – the robotic one – holds the pan steady.

What would it take for him to hold you steady?

You prick your finger suddenly and hiss. You’d forgotten you were even sewing. A blot of blood wells on the tip. Reaching for your medikit, you’re aware of Vash’s eyes suddenly on you. Again, you feel embarrassed; that familiar flush to your skin. “I’m fine,” you say, bringing out a small Band-Aid and wrapping it quickly around. You hold up your finger to show. “See?”

Vash shakes his head and stirs the meal. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I can mend my coat.”

“I know,” you say, then scramble for something else to reassure him, “but then I’d have to be the one cooking, and I’d definitely get sweat in it.”

Vash laughs. “Gross.”

A smile comes to your lips. It falls away again when you look him over. His large stature, his resistance to heat, his easy smile whenever something goes wrong…What else are you hiding? You wonder. Taking up needle and thread again, you force yourself to focus on sewing up the holes and tears he’s endured.

Maybe, in time, you’ll be able to do it to his heart, too.

[wekiamo]

fell harder pt. 3

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: i js wanted to make a skeet gif but i ended up watching the full panel from fanx cause i love jamie and skeet sm. anyways have fun! 😁

warnings: swearing, fluff, not proofread.

it’s 6:20 pm, you’re in the living room waiting and dave’s still not here to pick you up for dinner. you’re starting to get anxious again, thinking about how would everyone there react if you showed up late. someone’s first impression really matters, you think.

you take your phone out of your purse to check possibly a dave’s new message, and there really is one

“I’m really sorry y/n, but I won’t be able to pick you up! I’ve got some familly stuff going on here and if I’m lucky, I’m going to be late for dinner. I may call you an uber, how about that?” 6:17 pm

“shit” you mumbled, and continued “i was really excited for the first meeting people inside a car idea”

you start typing.

“oh it’s alright dave dw about it! i hope you’re okay!” 6:20 pm

“poor dave” you say out loud, talking to yourself genuinely worried about the guy. you know damn well how it is when you have issues with your family, especially your dad. you were often arguing with him, because- whatever, you don’t even want to think about it.

you sit there for a minute or more thinking about what you’re going to do now. you’r really not in the mood for driving, and you have this paranoia that if you drive when you don’t want to you’ll get in a car accident.

“i guess imma go call an uber or something.”

“hell no, did i really uninstall uber? when did i do that?” you ask yourself, in a frustration tone. you open the app store quickly and when you’re about to look for the app you get a message.

“Howdy 👋” 6:22 pm

an unknown contact.

“howdy? who says that?” you think, giggling to yourself.

you start typing a response, once again

“hello, who is that?” 6:22 pm

“Tom Cruise, babe!!!” 6:23 pm

you think to yourself for a second. of course that’s not tom cruise, but you decide to joke along

“omg tom cruise i love you so much can you give me an autograph?” 6:23 pm

“No” 6:23 pm

“why? ☹️” 6:24 pm

“Because I’m not Tom cruise.” 6:24 pm

“i had no clue” 6:24 pm

“seriously now, who is it?” 6:24 pm

“It’s Skeet, y/n” 6:25 pm

oh.

that makes a LOT of sense - skeet would definitely say “howdy”

you scratch your throat before sending another message. you laugh at yourself, it’s not like you were going to talk with your voice.

“oh hi skeet! what’s up?” 6:25 pm

“Just checking up on you. Dave told me you need a car ride, is that so? 🤨” 6:26 pm

oh if you didn’t like dave before, you definitely do now.

“yeah, actually i do need one!” 6:27 pm

“I don’t care 😂” 6:27 pm

“sir, you’re 53, stop acting sassy” 6:27 pm

“Haha, funny! I can pick you up, just send me the address.” 6:28 pm

“what if you’re going to kidnap me?” 6:28 pm

“You’re annoying. I wouldn’t kidnap you.” 6:28 pm

“ok mr. cool” 6:29 pm

you send him your address, exchange a few more messages and then wait for him.

you make your way to your room again. you’re bored and he’s probably going to take a while, so you decide to open youtube and watch any video you find.

“is youtube watching me?” you say, realizing that the first video that shows when you open the youtube app is called “Skeet Ulrich ‘Scream’ 12/6/98 - Bobbie Wygant Archive”.

you click on it, out of pure curiosity about the content. skeet ulrich’s new name is content.

“this man was always fine, it’s so unfair for the other guys” you say out loud as you watch the video.

when he laughs with his beautiful smile, you fold.

you stop your movements quickly, telling yourself “no. he’s 53, y/n, stop. that’s embarrassing”

you keep watching the video for a few more minutes, until you hear car noises.

you hear a honk sound followed by a “y/n, i’m here!”

you turn off your cellphone and check yourself in the mirror for a few moments one last time. you’re wearing a basic agua green tube dress. it was not short, but not too long too. it was right in point.

you grab your purse, getting out of your house to see skeet leaning on his car, waiting for you with a smile on his face.

“hey tom cruise” you greet him jokingly, walking to the car

“hello, fan! i can give you an autograph now”

“maybe later” you say as you stop to stand in front of his car and he opens the door for you. “such a gentleman” you say sarcastically as he closes and walks to get in the driver seat.

“you look amazing, y/n” skeet says, putting on his seat belt, with his eyes not leaving off of you.

“thanks tom. you look really good too” you say, putting on your seat belt too. “nice car”

“you like it, kid?” this nickname.

“yeah. it’s minimalistic, i like it”

“i can let you drive it some day.”

“really?”

“no” he says, laughing at his own response.

but you roll your eyes at his response.

you and skeet keep talking and singing to music until you get to the restaurant. it’s not a cheap place, but not expensive too - it’s perfect for hanging out

skeet waits for you get out of the car then he does too. he walks up to you and intertwines his arms with yours. you step in the place and you’re already listen to some pop music. you love food places with music going on, it’s so much more fun.

“have you met them before?” you ask skeet

“yes. they’re right there” he points to a table with 6 people, laughing between them.

you both walk up to the table, arms still intertwined. you let go and greet them

“hi, i’m y/n” you say, as you greet all of them individually with a handshake.

“hey how you doing man?” you hear skeet greeting one of them, just after you do too.

when you greet melissa, she starts

“i’m melissa!” she tells you, as if you’re not a big fan of hers already. “this is mason, this is jenna, this is jasmin, this is steve, this is james, this is caroline, this is madison, and this is michael.” she says, pointing to everyone as she speaks.

“sorry, can you say that again?” skeet asks melissa ironically, tilting his head.

everyone laughs.

“so… are you guys a couple?” jasmin asks you and skeet out of nowhere

“actually, we met yesterday” you answer her

“and you already giving her rides?” jasmin asks skeet, eyeing him now

jenna slaps the girl’s arm not too hard and you can hear a little “ow” leave her mouth.

“dave!” steve shouts when

“hey guys, i’m sorry i’m late” he says, walking up to the table’s direction.

he gives you a handshake “y/n, right?” he asks “mhm! and you’re dave”

“that’s right. and skeet!” he greets him with a handshake aswell. “it’s nice to see you both in person for the first time”

“is it better at home now?” you ask him, quietly

“it is. let me tell you what happened”

the night goes on.

—

everything about this night was amazing: the food, the topics and how you guys literally talked about everything, the laughters, the music, and how everyone was so energetic and excited.

you’d love to hang out with them more often. but it’s past 10:30 pm and you’re a little… drunk. and when you drunk, the effects on you are different and you have no idea why.

first you get really sleepy and wants to sleep everywhere. and then, the alcohol actually hits you. you start saying what you shouldn’t say, confessing what you don’t wanna confess and it goes on.

“hey, y/n. let’s go home. wake up!”

“oo someone’s worried with their girl here” jasmin teases and everyone looks.

“c’mon, y/n.”

“that’s not going to work, mate. you gotta carry her” madison stated.

“hmm look who’s going to-”

“don’t even.” skeet cuts jasmin off before she teases him again, making everyone laugh, in a drunk way. he feels guilty of people thinking you’re with him because he’s so much older, but that doesn’t stop him from taking care of you right now.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.

Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around. 

We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”

“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it. 

Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.” 

It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost. 

While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute. 

Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!” 

Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way. 

I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”

And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.” 

I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)

I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.” 

Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job. 

Bury me now. I am done for.

I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you! 

It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.

And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this. 

[thelemoncoffee]

i have the fun hc that when Kokichi hangs with DICE sometimes they slip into a weird almost code language while chatting.

I imagine it's comprised of actual codewords they use during missions, missused slang, random words from other lnaguages they know, and inside jokes. it's slightly different for each person in the group too, but they still manage to understand one another just fine. like a Juggalo Thieves' Cant

it's so very unfortionate for anyone who might overhear them, they're hearing shit like "dude ya wanna skeet on over to the tin can and find some shit to soggy the limp old hag kookaburra with?" but that's what you get when you try to listen in on the clowns

[catdoingblep]

today I am obsessed with thoughts about Wylan, Marya and Jesper destroying Jan's stuff

Jesper proposed to destroy something that reminds Wylan about his father, and he was thinking that it would be like 3-4 things that they would ruin together to release tension, and then they would do some declutter like normal people do: sell something, throw something out

And then they destroyed a few things of Jan, and Wylan looked so happy after it, all smiling and flushing, and he said that it was really helpful, so Jesper was just glad that he proposed something that actually helped Wylan, who still sometimes moved around the house like he is expecting Jan to enter the room every second

he totally thought about this as about one-time thing, but the next day he woke up to see Wylan sitting on the bed with a scheming face. Then Wylan understood that Jesper was awake and asked: "What do you think about drowning something in the canal tonight?"

"Are we talking about a person? Because I'm pretty sure that Kuwei is in Ravka", joked Jesper, and Wylan hit him with a pillow. "I am talking about those awful figurines from my father’s cabinet"

So they drowned those absolutely tasteless and ridiculously expensive porcelain figurines

And then Wylan asked next week in the middle of the breakfast: "What about some skeet shooting?" and this is how they got rid of the favourite dinner service of Jan

And then, one day, Jesper found himself helping Wylan to take out to the garden table from Jan’s cabinet, and Marya, who is sitting in the garden and having her afternoon tea, just calmly watching her son and his boyfriend setting the table on fire (this is one of the good days when she almost sure that she is remembering everything)

And Wylan came to her and kissed her on the cheek with: "Mom, is everything fine?"

And she smiled into the cup and said: "Yes, fire is very cosy, Wylan. Actually, what do you think about bringing Jan's formal portrait here?"

[luna-the-bard]

Te'rra Intermission - Half-year point

Act II p.1 <- x -> Act II p.2

About half a year after Skeet’s rescue, they’re finally fully done with physical therapy and Samus charts a course for Te’rra.

She’d never admit it to anyone, but she actually had Skeets stay a month longer than the prescribed physical therapy course. Skeets was the last one of the group to return to Te’rra; although she was in frequent communication with her friends & family, giving them updates on her recovery, so no one thought she’s disappeared. 

She was also not yet ready to admit, even to herself, that she’s gotten used to having the little bird alien around; to another’s warmth in bed, or to spending time in conversation with each other, or learning new cooking recipes from her (Samus has never been a great cook, she was much more adept at grilling, and trying new and unfamiliar terran cuisine was exciting).

Naturally, when Skeets suggests Samus stay on Te’rra for a week or so to explore, Samus agrees with quite the enthusiasm.

She would’ve said yes to the offer either way, just for a chance to step foot on a planet no one has really been on in a millennia, but having to spend just a little bit more time with Skeets before she has to leave has an undeniable weight in that decision.

Skeets has no trouble whatsoever admitting to herself that she doesn’t want Samus to go.

The first night they’re apart, and Skeets is back at her parents’ house in her old childhood bedroom, she can’t sleep.

It’s late when she knocks on Samus’s door.

Skeets got too used to the comfort of sleeping with another living being in the months she spent on the ship.

And Samus is so uncomfortably cold without the warmth of Skeets’s body.

Of course she lets her in.

They sleep closer to each other than usual that night. 

Next morning, when Skeets has to sheepishly explain her disappearance to her moms, the two exchange a look the meaning of which will dawn on Skeets only months later.

She gives Samus an amazing tour of the city and the surrounding jungle.

She takes her to all her favorite places, even goes out of her way to bring her to a little secret spot in the jungle that has an abundance of honey-nectar flowers growing - Samus is as interested in tasting them as she is in meticulously studying the bugs that the nectar flowers catch.

The day before Samus has to depart, Skeets takes her down to a mechanic shop. Turns out terranians have a multitude of accessibility devices built for those who lacked wings for one reason or another. One of those devices is a small-engine glider, which Skeets has made arrangements to rent out for Samus. 

Samus got around the jungle in and out of the suit just fine, but this time Skeets wasn’t taking her to another flower-filled grove. She was taking her beyond the jungle’s borders, over the grassy plain and out onto the white-sanded coast.

The beach is about an hour’s flight away. They spend the whole day chasing jewel lizards and playing in the sand. They steer clear of the predators, instead scavenging for interesting finds in the tidepools. Samus digs a big ‘ol hole-in-the-sand and they fill it with warm water and dip their feet - Samus isn’t one to go out swimming in an unfamiliar ocean, and Skeets can’t really swim because of the feathers, but that doesn’t stop them from enjoying the beach to the fullest.

Skeets waits for the right moment.

It’s a special day; a day on which Te’rra’s half-a-year-long cycle finally switches over, night replacing day and day replacing night. They came back right in time for the last week before the sun’s warmth was to be replaced with darkness illuminated by the planet’s bioluminescence.

The perfect moment that Skeets was waiting for comes at sunset. 

Samus is presented with perhaps the most beautiful pearl she’s ever seen.

It’s huge. She doesn’t know how Skeets managed not only to find one this big, but to also extract it without Samus noticing (it wasn’t hard. Samus was fully invested into some hermit crab drama precisely one tidepool over). The pearl glimmers with pinks and blues and purples, looking almost translucent with how the setting sun’s rays envelop it. Samus finds herself studying the way its color shifts under her gaze as she rolls the pearl around in her palm; she almost overlooks the warmth and slight coarseness of Skeets’s hands supporting her own. But the sensation is just too hard to miss…

By the time they come back from the beach it’s completely dark out. The city is glowing with crystal lights, hanging from branches and swinging gently in the wind above doorways and windows.

Skeets asks to stay in the ship again; just like she did every night before.

And as they’re laying in bed next to each other, almost asleep, a special kind of coziness than can only come from being tired, Skeets gathers her courage and quietly asks something she wanted to ask all week:

“Can I keep traveling with you?” 

Samus opens her eyes.

“I really liked seeing what life the universe holds beyond Te’rra…” Skeets pauses to breathe. Being so close to Samus’s face - as close as most nights, but why does it feel so different now? - does not help. 

She speaks her mind anyway. 

“I liked exploring it with you.”

If Samus’s eyes weren’t open and meticulously studying her, Skeets would’ve thought she fell asleep; this is how long the silence between them lasts. Until, finally,

“Yes.”

Skeets has the widest smile on her face when she tackle-hugs Samus and whispers her excited thank you’s. Samus weathers the attack formidably, despite not really being used to hugs - especially from other people and not just her bird dads or at least Kreatz and Mauk. 

It’s okay, she’s gonna have to get used to physical affection anyway.

They stay for an extra half-a-day so Skeets can pack some essentials (not like half of her new wardrobe was already aboard the ship anyway…) and say goodbye to her friends and moms; after that, they’re simply off to find new space adventures again, sightseeing and picking different corners of the universe to visit.

[ladydemise7]

Okay so it is 1 am and I'm bored as fuck so I wrote a lil story that's not like complete at all I js wanted to know if it's a good idea. Its a story where Jecka and Nicole don't become friends right off the bat like they do in the game

"Karen, listen I don't know if I can-" Jecka said over the phone. "Jecka you promised! You promised you'll go with me since it's my first party!" "I know, I know but my mom just got mad at me because apparently I'm not preparing for college enough and she's gonna start giving me disciplinary tattoos if she finds out I'm going. You really don't have anyone else you can go with? Like... Ari?" Karen frowned. "You know I don't talk to her.. it's fine I guess. I just won't go."

She felt bad. Karen was telling her about this party that Kelly's throwing in her house the whole week. She really seemed excited too. "Fuck, Karen you're lucky I like you. Fine ill- just.. figure out something." Immediately she could hear squealing. "Thank you Jecka!! Thank you so much" "yea no problem, Karen. I gotta go now tho okay? See you on the party." And she hung up.

She sighed and threw herself on her comfy bed. Since the start of this school year she hasn't been talking to her old friends that much. They all have different lunch periods and she's been stuck forcing herself to try and understand any of the shit Karen and Jeffrey always talk about. She likes Karen but there's not much they have in common. Kelly is a major whore so she doesn't give a fuck about her but other than that she doesn't talk to anyone that much. It's not like she's a loser who's lonely with no friends, far from that, she's a perfect ten, but she doesn't have anyone that understands her like some of her old friends did.

She sighed again and opened her flip phone. On the screen it said 2:34 am. How has it been already an hour since she talked to Karen?? She should go to sleep. So as she does, she takes her earphones and plays whatever is on her shuffle right now and slowly falls asleep.

The day of the party. Everyone from school was invited (except Jeffrey). Jecka was already on her way in her 'Jeckamobile' as Jeffrey called it, to pick Karen up. Karen really needs to stop hanging out with Jeffrey.

For tonight's party she dressed preppy as usual. A white tank top and short jeans shorts. When she pulled up to Karen's house she already saw her waiting at the front. She gets into her car and Jecka turns around to look at her. She was actually not looking that nerdy anymore. The glasses are gone and she has a green dress on.

"Hey K. You're really pretty without glasses" Karen smiled. "You're skeeting on me??" Jecka was instantly horrified. "What the fuck?" "What?" Karen asked innocently. "You gave me a compliment so you're skeeting on me! Right?" "Uh, no-? The fuck, who told you that?" "Oh, the new girl that came to our school this year!" "Who? Nevermind that, never say that again. Skeeting does not mean complimenting people." "What does it mean then?" Jecka struggled. "Uh- I..  wooww look at the time! We should.. like go." She starts to drive and puts on the radio LOUD so she can pretend she doesn't hear Karen's questions in the back.

After a few minutes Jecka turns off the car and steps out. "Okay, Karen? At the party there's gonna be a lot of men who will want to molest you so if that happens, just try to find me, mkay? I'll tell them to fuck off or something." "You're not gonna be with me the whole time?" Jecka looked at the house. A lot of people were already there. "I'm probably going to get fucked up so Uh yeah. I'll try to be around you if you want."

They walk in into the house. Loud music immediately hits their ears. Flashing lights their eyes. Jecka knows exactly how this goes. Kelly's parties are the same boring ones for virgins to get laid. She sees Ari and Emily across the room so she walks to them.

"Hey" she looks at them. On a second thought they look awfully touchy. Like  touchy. And they also smell like alcohol. "Heyy Jecka!! I didn't notice youu, when did you get here??" Ari said, while clinging onto Emily. "Just now, with Karen." Shit. Karen. Where is she? "NO way Bella Swan is here right now. Did she came with a twilight shirt on?" Emily laughed. Ari slowly clinged more onto her. "That's not nicee, Em.... I reaaally want to make out with you"

and so they did and Jecka left as quickly as she could. She took a cup of some alcohol that was on the table, hoping it wasn't mixed with some shit and took a sip. Wait. Fuck, Karen. She really needs to go find her.

She started looking everywhere for her. Crispin bumbed almost 6 times while she was running around the house and said "oohh my bad.. Wanna go out?" every single fucking time. She eventually gave up and texted her 'hey u alr?' And went to sit on a chair.

Suddenly she could her yelling. "Get your fucking hands off me, you dipshit!" Jecka looked over and saw a girl and Kylar. Of course it's Kylar trying to fuck some girl. Except this time she was surprisingly conscious. She barely recognised the girl. It was the new kid who just moved.

She didn't know anything about her, they never talked to each other. She was wearing a blue tanktop, black jeans and her hair in a ponytail. Her hair was actually really pretty. Everyone just got kind of quiet except the music and the girl yelling. "Oh come onn-" SLAM!! as soon as Kylar opened his mouth the girl hit him HARD on his face. Some people started clapping some were just shocked. Jecka just stared at the girl who now stood up and looked straight at Jecka.

She didn't break the contact until suddenly Jecka got a text message. "Hi, yeah I'm okay. I went home because I guess parties aren't my thing. Hope you have fun tho!" From Karen. When she went to look back at the girl she was gone. What the fuck.

The party came to an end and everyone went home. Jecka was still thinking about her. The way she hit him and then looked at her.. the way her eyes were incredibly blue even though the lights. Who the fuck was she?

"Who the fuck was she??" Jecka sat with Kelly at lunch. "What? Who?" "Bitch, are you even listening to me I just told you! Did Emily had fucking sales this morning in the bathroom or what the fuck?" Jecka looked annoyed at her. "She did. She even gave me a discount." "You're such- oh my god. Since when do you even do drugs?" "Helps me not think about my cousin." She said like it's a normal thing

"Ew- ew ew okay- just answer my question. Who was the girl that hit Kylar yesterday" suddenly Ari surprisingly sat next to Jecka. "I've got a question!" They looked at her. "Does anyone have Nicole's phone number??" What. "Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with her?" Kelly was too high for this. "Ari, who's Nicole?" "You don't know? Did you see the girl who hit Kylar yesterday? That was Nicole"

Okay..  but why the fuck does she want her number "why the fuck do you want her number?" Jecka looked over at Kelly who was out of it. "No... reason?" Ari tried. "Bitch, you were just making out with Emily and *now* you're on that Nicole suddenly?" "Okay so you don't? Bye" completely ignored the question and left. As the bell rang Jecka slowly stood up too and just left Kelly there. She'll be fine.

She needs to find Nicole. Only because she seemed like the coolest bitch in this whole school. She was at her spot infront of school. Smoking and waiting for the counselour to magically appear as he did everyday. "Jecka, again with the smoking?" And so he did. "Uh.. yeah." She replied awkwardly. "I feel like this is something that I should help you with.. and talk about. We can discuss it in my office today." "Uh I think I'm..  fine. I've.. got uh a family dinner tonight too- so sorry." the only thing she had with her family tonight was arguing and arguing.

After she managed to run from the counselour she went on with her day at school. The same boring shit. She always kept looking for Nicole but she never saw her. After school she went to the mall cos she wanted to buy a new msi CD. She went into the shop with CDs and music stuff, smiled at the cashier incase she gets it for free, because that's just how men work and went to find the one she wanted.

As she finally found it, she saw Emily at the entrance. Then she saw you wouldn't believe who. Nicole. Like her in flesh almost infront of Jecka. This was her chance to talk to her. So she went up to them. "Hey Emily, what're you doing here?" "I just went to say hi to my boyfriend" and pointed at the cashier. Now she's definitely getting the CD for free. She looked at Nicole who was just kind of looking at the CD Jecka was holding. She noticed so she kind of put her hands behind her.

"You listen to msi?" Nicole actually spoke to her. "Oh, yeah. I know I don't look like I do but that's just cause my mom is crazy and she dresses me up." "Cool, my mom's a bitch too." Jecka didn't even notice Emily already left. "What's your name? I'm Nicole." "I'm Jecka" Nicole's face was full of confusion "Your parents named you Jecka?" "Short for Jessica. But that name just screams married at 20" "marriage. Never doing it" "yeah me neither"

Talking to Nicole was actually so easy. "You're the one who hit Kylar at the party right?" She knew she was the one. The eyes, the hair. It matched. "Oh my god, everyone keeps talking about it like it's a big deal. So what? A hot bitch hit a pedophile jock." Jecka chuckled. "I'm so happy someone finally did that.

He was so annoying" Nicole nodded.

"What are you doing with Emily?" "I guess she's cool? So we're friends." Oh right. Jecka's phone made a sound. It was her mom asking where she was. "Oh my fucking godd it's my mom. I gotta go now.. see you in school?" "If I don't skip" and they separated.

[giogio1998]

Fun facts about my art process:

Today I was making new JLI art and it got me thinking that I have the same ritual when it comes to drawing the JLI and some of them are very silly and fun so I wanted to share with you guys. Even if you don’t care, reading is important so just read the freaking post lol.

1- I hate drawing men !!! Seriously, drawing Martian and Batman is easy for me bc they have very easy features to draw like Batman’s mask and Martian’s nose. But every time I have to draw Ted, Booser and Guy it’s a struggle.

2- drawing Ted is the hardest, I think it’s bc I shipp Ted and Bea so I always try to draw Ted cuter than the other boys and that pressure makes it harder for me but drawing Ted is the bane of my existence.

3- idk why but Guy always ends up looking super hot. I swear it’s unintentional, but the man always looks so hot, sometimes I look at my drawings and I’m like “wtf Giovana why did u make him look so hot ? “

4- I like making Tora skin pinkish, mostly bc she has white hair so white hair and light skin would look very washed out but I like to think that her skin is like “ice burnt” (?). Idk if that’s a word, I’m Brazilian I’ve never felt cold in my life. All I know is sun burnt lol.

5- the opposite goes to Bea, I like to make her skin light bc, well she is in fact white Brazilian, but I like to make her hair color pop, that’s also why I give her black lipstick and eyebrows, it’s all about the hair.

6- Bea’s hair !!!! I always try to give her the best hair. I make it very voluminous, very wavy and very bright almost as if it’s on fire. I love her hair, also I’m trying to redeem her hair bc of the awful 80’s hair style that DC insists on giving her.

7- I listen to Hannah Montana while making my JLI arts … actually I love all the early 00s Disney channel music and I also listen to podcasts but I prefer listening to music while drawing.

8- if I don’t find a reference the drawing is not happening. Every artist struggles at something and my struggle is anatomy I can’t come up with poses, especially group poses so I’m always looking for references. Once I have my reference everything is fine but if I can’t visualize it I can’t draw it.

9- I love drawing booster’s suit, it’s just so shiny and easy to draw, Guy’s vest and Ted’s suit have too much detail so booster’s suit is just fun to draw.

10- I hate drawing booster’s hair tho I always think it looks stupid idk why I hate drawing short hair.

11- I love drawing skeets. I wish I would draw him more often tho. My reference for skeets is the justice league unlimited version.

12- speaking of references, when I draw Batman I almost always make his cape cover him completely bc I think he moves around like Dracula from hotel Transylvania LOL. Idk why but I treat him like the most unserious character ever.

13- I draw using photoshop, this isn’t a fun fact, that’s actually sad.

14- My laptop is an old Lenovo from 2017 and it crashes constantly. Usually I start and finish a drawing on the same day but sometimes my laptop decides otherwise.

15- my signature is my initials but one time someone commented that it’s looks like a “cursive B” and since then when I can’t get my signature just right I draw a cursive B instead and it works lol.

16- I always give Ted dimples, mainly bc dimples make him look even cuter but also bc I struggle with drawing men so I try to give them different characteristics to make them look unique.

17- I give every JLI member its own layer file while drawing and I always make it color coordinated. So Bea’s file is green, Ted’s is blue, Booster’s is yellow, etc.

18- I name all my layers and to keep my sanity I name them all with silly names like “bea’s million dollar hair”. “Boosters shiny ass suit”. “Tora’s blush she bought from MAC”.

19- I came up with Bea’s suit bc I always hated that she had normal looking clothes instead of a suit like everyone else so I came up with a new one and it was inspired by a pair of boots I saw on instagram once.

20- the JLI is my favorite thing to draw <3

That’s all I can come up with right now, hope this post encourages people to keep drawing bc most digital artists like to appear as if being good at drawing is a magical gift and they don’t struggle at anything. So this is my reality lol

Also the new JLI art will be coming out soon, stay tuned!!! Spoiler alert it’s a glee related post 🤫

[jerrythebug]

I took a break from BOP and returned to finish Booster Gold's first run. I screamed when Michelle showed up!!!!! Her outfit, her pose, her hair, the gun!!! Friendship ended with Michael, now Michelle is my best friend ❤️

I will put the rest of my rambling under read more though, cause I had a lot to say.

Trixie! I have to say, she's really cool! She doesn't want to be a heroine, good for her! But she did what had to be done to help her friend. And later had sort of a thing with Dirk the Manager? Weird, but okay, that mustache of his is kinda hot I guess? Still, I did not expect to love Booster's supporting Ladies this much! They were a delight!

I'm sad Michelle died, even if I knew it was coming. But also I know that she returns decades later in Booster's second run so I'm mostly okay with that. From what I've seen I much prefer her in the 80s art style, in comparison the 00's version looks kinda boring to me. Or maybe I'm just being weird and based towards more retro art. She should have kept the shoulder pads is what I'm saying! And the wild hair! And I wish she was around for longer in general, she seemed really cool! Too bad she had to die for her brother's character development. Hate when that happens to women...

Also! Ripley? My boy Ripster the Ripper? Doctor Rip Hunter? Hmm, that man looks kinda like Booster (he's blond), I wonder why. Was it his first appearance? I don't know, I have to look it up. And read his appearances too, just for fun. I wish Ripsteroo stayed blond, but also it's kinda funny that he's not blond now it makes him look like his other dad.

And doctor Jack casually fixing Booster's future suit like it's nothing made me remember that a decade later Ted won't be able to do the same when Doomsday destroys Booster's suit again. I wonder if there's an explanation for that. Teddy should've read Booster Gold vol 1 and called doc Jack from STAR, that man could fix a time sphere, made Goldstar outfit and fixed Skeets. Is he the smartest guy in DC????? Or maybe something happened to him in the decade that passed. I hope not, he was a chill guy. He and Rip seemed like nice friends. Maybe something did happen to Jackie and that's why Ripley Rippo is the way he is.

So overall, Booster's origin story was neat. I love that Superman doesn't like him. I love how messy his life got by the end of his run. I will miss Trixie and Michelle and even Rip and Jack. I will have to draw team Gold! I really enjoyed the way Max broke into Gold Mansion to recruit Booster, was that really the best way to do it? Idk, I think Max is a little crazy.

It was a nice comic to read, I love the bright colors and art, even if modern comic art often looks much better. Now that I've made my way through Booster's story I can start on Beetle's. And continue reading BOP. And then re-read JLI after I'm done with Ted's story. And make my way to Superbuddies. And next- And then I can read Mister Miracle. What, OMAC? What's a countdown? I don't know of them. I will postpone reading them as much as I can. But I will do it eventually, even if I cry. At least Ted's alive in the new continuity, right? So it's fine he died.

[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/onboardsorasora/743622554861912064

It’s giving generationally wealthy Max bring his boyfriend to the annual family reunion at the estate

Daniel knows a max who hates any sort of violence but now sees max holding a rifle for rich people activities. He can’t say anything because the family already hate him so he’s just laughing awkwardly

Max surrounded by his entire extended family is a completely different person than the Max that lives in their 2 bedroom apartment with the cats. Very different Max that drinks scotch and knows how to shoot skeet, has an almost perfect shooting score and gets competitive when a cousin ribs him about it

Daniel's watching all of this under the shade of the beverage tent with a glass of wine in hand. He's aware he doesn't fit in here and doesn't think he really should make an effort for people who openly were showing distaste at his presence.

He didn't if it was his age, his accent, his nose, his curly hair. No clue. But they didn't like him the moment he stepped out of the range Rover behind Max. It's all the same, Max liked him just fine

[thenixkat]

decided to pull up The OMAC Project to see what happened after Ted's death they threw his ass in the incinerator

writer said Ted got graphically shot in the head and then incinerated his ass is not coming back he's * dead*

this does not deter me from having Khaji Da go 'yer not allowed to die yet' at Ted and keep him alive, conscious, and heal him from the damage

(also the implications that Dan was conscious the entire time he was trapped underground and mortally wounded do help explain why he was fairly easy for the Scarab to overpower)

wild that Blue Beetle 2 and many of his nonsuper but hero associates are getting the meta-human label

they arent metahumans Brother Eye has Batman listed as his creator, which fiar Batman did make it. Tho I doubt that Brother Eye gets considered part of the Batfam

dont want to have to kill Batman…yet. ANd Brother Eye seems to be fine with that

granted given how it was firmly on Ted's side in the dark multiverse au when Ted went against Batman, it probably doesn't have much loyalty to its maker Overthrow and Rocket Red are two guys with high tech suits! They arent metahumans, you should make yer computer better with terminology to more accurately assess shit

unless Batman was over there labeling everyone in a costume as a metahuman

Sasha? apparently Batman's ex??? Took Ted's goggles to send a warning/message about what's going down. ANd i guess if Ted never got wrecked, she wouldnt have been able to get word out and the world would have been doomed

yeah other knight lady does have a point. Given the shit that went down in Countdown, who would have believed Ted if he told people what he found? Hell, yall could have just locked him up in yer fortress and tried to make him come around to the idea of being on yer side or brainwashed him. Killing Ted was unnecessary and messy and bad for morale

also Brother Eye is watching everyone at Checkmate. ANd yeah being constantly watched by a homicidal brainwashing boss would not be great for team unity or morale

folks seriously need to get on Batman's ass about the spy satellite

Booster got out of the hospital and Wonder Woman actually following up on what she was talking with Ted about now that she's not busy

ALso loved that Skeets was referred to as having been killed, being treated like a person who got murdered and not just a robot that got taken apart and used for parts

again, I am bothered that folks made a mystery involving Ted but didnt bring in Vic Sage/The Question who is also his friend and this shit would have been right up the man's alley

like do we even get an explanation for why Vic couldnt be here in this or Countdown other than the writers wanted Ted to be alone and forgot that he has close friends outside of Booster Gold?

Did no one who watched the skies for a living question Batman's spy satellite and what authorizations it had?

we also need to get on Black Canary, Hal Jordan/Green Lantern, Hawkman, Green Arrow, and Zatanna's asses for deciding that brainwashing supervillains to 'not be evil anymore?' which is yikes! ANd double yikes for deciding to brainwash Batman to forget the incident when he caught them and had an issue with it. That;s not hero behavior. Like Batman deserves to get shit for the murderous spy satellite and the others need to get shit for mentally violating people

like everyone involved fucked up in this situation and in response to this situation

Batman, just cause you got mentally violated by a handful of superheroes doesnt mean you get to invade every superheroes' privacy at all times

people are rightfully pissed at Batman who does not apologize for violating everyone's privacy or his satellite being used to hospitalize Booster, destroy Ted's home and one of his Bugs, and lead to Ted's murder. Batman got hurt by a handful of people so its ok by his reasoning to fuck over everyone in the superhero community

and of course the actions of the satellite he built arent his fault if someone stole it to use it as intended more or less with all of its capable of killing people functions intact. Like…honestly Booster may have been onto something. Does Brother EYe have a death laser b/c Batman's plans to deal with any hero who crossed the line again were to straight up murder them?

yeah actually Batman had some info that he could have shared with Ted that could have been helpful in him not dying and chose not to give it b/c a desperate fellow hero asking for help wasnt worth his time. Batman had bigger things to worry about and didnt stop to question if maybe the cases were related. Unfortunately, Booster isnt allowed to shoot Batman. He should, I'd like it, but no not allowed

Booster hitting it out of the park. Batman is not going to admit he was wrong or that he got Ted killed and Batman wont be held responsible for any of the people his spy satellite endangers or kills even tho it is his fault

And Maxwell Lord does use the shit that was built into Brother Eye to kill people, like Batman why the fuck did you add a death laser to yer satellite in the first place? Max has Brother Eye activate an OMAC and murder Overthrow (one of Ted's villains) as a fucking distraction for the Justice League

Just Batman is at fault and could have stopped a lot of shit sooner, saved some lives, by coming forward with shit sooner At least Checkmate does attempt to murder Max b/c his Big Brother shit and murdering folks unnecessarily is a bit much

too bad it doesnt work out huh the secret society that spies on everyone and fingers in every pie and shit didnt know Maxwell Lord was a meta somehow. There's shit that should be on his medical records or ya know just fucking ask the League and they should have known. But no, they didnt know Max can mindcontrol/brainwash people and they're gonna die for their lack of knowledge

And Batman's internal monologue of no one understands and he had to violate everyone's privacy and not tell people shit. So yeah, Booster's right Batman is never going to take responsibility for all the people he endangered and got hurt or killed with teh Brother Eye shit. Max figures out Sasha is the mole

yeah yeah (mocking voice) Batman;s so bad ass you'll need multiple metahuman slaying robots to neutralize him b/c normal man in a cape is just so powerful so skilled so bad ass (/end mocking voice)

[free-for-all-fics]

Ok so I fucking finally watched Scream 2022 and I know he’s just a hallucination but likeeeeee Billy is still hot af 25 years later 👀. This man got it in ‘96 and he can still get it in ‘22. So could you wonderful writers in the slasher fandom pretty please use your amazing talents and bless us with some fics of older Billy? 🥺🥺 If they have to be Billy Lives! AUs or other AUs, so be it. He’s just a DILF confirmed. It’s canon and I love him. 🔪🩸🔪

Important update: Just recently watched Scream 6 and I’m happy to announce that Skeet Ulrich is still a DILF in his reprised role of hallucination! Billy 😌 My cravings for fics about this fine man have been reawakened.

[aceofwhump]

hi! so this might be really out of the box and i am kinda unsure about the unwritten rules of the whump community... but how do we feel about actors getting hurt on set and the scene being used in the movie? we all know about the broken toe of viggo mortensen in lotr, but i just found a similar little fun fact and I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. So, lately, i have been really obsessed with scream, and skeet ulrich. (I assume you saw the movie since you saw the 2022 requel, but if not then SPOILERS) So, you know how there is this scene where Sid breaks out of this closet and stabs billy in the chest with the umbrella. well, the stuntwoman messed up on the second stab. apperently, skeet ulrich had open-heart surgery when he was a kid and still has a stainless steel wire in his chest, and if you touch it puts poor guy into excruciating pain. They put protective pads to where he was supposed to be hit, but on the second stab the umbrella or the pad slipped and he got stabbed right there, which obviously led to him screaming out in pain and collapsing. AND THATS THE SCENE THEY USED IN THE MOVIE and i know its weird but i just cant get over it, i just keep going back to it cause ouch (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVMLqnFqRh0 if yyou are interested, i think it is around 1:45 I think)

I don't think there's any unwritten rule against actors that I know of. I know there are people in the community who dislike it when they learn that an in show injury is actually real and happened to the actor. Personally I'm pretty indifferent about it I guess? I don't get whumperflies with it or anything but I am fascinated when I learn that an actor got injured on set and that scene is real. So long as the injury isn't serious I'm cool with viewing it positively like you do. If the injury is bad and/or dangerous I tend to feel more sad/worried and it turns off all and any potential whumperflies that I could feel. But things like the Viggo LOTR story or learning that Colin O'Donoghue actually broke his ankle filming Revenge is Gonna Be Mine in the musical episode of Once Upon a Time, I do find those interesting in an I guess whump interest sort of way. I didn't know that about skeet though!! Damn I'm never gonna watch that scene the same way again lol. Poor dude but damn that scene is accurate as fuck then?! Crazy!

Anyway, that's my very scattered and rambly way of saying I think it's fine if you are interested in those sort of behind the scenes stories. We all like what we like and it's not like your actively wishing for actors to be hurt or going out an hurting anyone one. I'm certainly fascinated by those stories too.

[pluckyredhead]

hello! was curious if you have any knowledge of the blue and gold run (by dan jurgens et al)? i came across it discounted on google play and have no idea of its quality so thought it might be worth asking

It's not great, alas! Absolutely nothing of importance happens to the characters, there's zero growth or change of any kind and nothing exciting in the way of action scenes etc. Which is fine for a comedy book if the comedy is funny, but...it's not funny. There's a running...god, "gag" is too strong a word, but thing, I guess, where Skeets is livestreaming their antics and people are commenting on social media, but Dan Jurgens doesn't seem to know how social media works or what people sound like on it. There's another running "gag" where there are fangirls following them around and one of them keeps calling Booster "Boostie" and that I guess is supposed to count as a joke? Because she does it nine hundred times. It's never funny. It's just cringe. I hate to use the word cringe but it really applies here.

So yeah, it's not offensive or anger inducing but it's also not really worth spending money on unless it's REALLY discounted. It's not horribly bad, it's not good, it's just completely empty as a comic.

[luna-the-bard]

🐈🎮🤓 that’s a lot of questions wow

Not nearly as many as the other two asks I received lol.

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Skeets writes poetry (don’t tell Samus, she’ll get really embarrassed about how many of her poems are about her), and likes to sing/dance (singing isn’t really a hobby as much as just something she does naturally, but dancing definitely is). She also loves exploring, but that turned from a hobby into a job after she got together with Samus.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

She keeps a wide circle of friends with a few closest ones! It’s hard not to when you grow up on Te’rra, terranians are very social creatures. Skeets keeps up regular online communication with most of them when she’s away.

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

Skeets is incredibly chatty given the space. Seriously, she doesn’t shut up. No one to talk to? That’s fine, she’ll sing or hum to herself. Nothing to talk about? Not a problem, she’s just gonna make noises at you like a bird. If you really need her to be quiet you’re gonna have to either give her some food to keep her busy or, if you’re Samus, just shut her up with a kiss (although she’s still gonna be noisy if you go into a full make-out session).

It can feel very surreal to see the switch between normal-Skeets and huntress-Skeets for the first time. Skeets can be eerily quiet when it comes to stealth - it’s a skill, and she is exceptionally trained. Samus definitely had to get used to it - Skeets’s stealthiness is one of the primary reasons why she didn’t even think that the feeling of being followed she started getting on missions was her girlfriend, until Skeets eventually revealed herself. After all, it’s hard to picture your always-chatty partner as a silent killing machine (Skeets isn’t really a killing machine per se, but she nails the silent part). Later, they had a long conversation about which missions were safe enough for Skeets to follow Samus on and the protocol of doing so.