#the stalker called moon knight

[nerds-yearbook]

Doug Moench and Don Perlin introduced Marc/Mark Spector (Moon Knight) and Frenchie in Werewolf by Night 32#, cover date August 1975. ("The Stalker Called Moon Knight!", Werewolf by Night 32#, Comic, event)

[thedarkcoven]

You’re My New Addiction | JL x Reader

Jake Lockley x f!Reader.

Stalker!Jake Lockley. Dark!JakeLockley (obvi). Choking. Hair Pulling. Mentions of alcohol. Smut without Plot? Teasing. Biting/marking. P in v (no protection- wrap it before you tap it). Noncon/dubcon. Knife play. Bondage themes (ie: using duct tape to tie reader up, using fingers as a gag). Semi-public sex (Sex in his limo). Jake is a rough man (Marc like to get to the point). Some Dark!Steven x Reader. Some Dark!Marc x Reader. Noneducated depiction of DID (MCU writing- also not a Spanish speaker so sorry if its incorrect)

No edit/nothin but word vomit. Sorry for any mistakes lol

- Dark themes. This writing isn't for everyone just an fyi so if you're not into that sorta stuff then don't read- i want everyone that visits my blog to feel comfy with what they like. Sorry if its not the best. Was kinda rushed and this is my very first Moon knight writing <3

  Word Count: 1,487

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The sound of the bassy club music was deafening, making your body vibrate with each beat as you and some of your female friends danced together, drunk and giggling from downing a shit ton of your favorite drinks. You told your friends you were going to call for a cab as you gave them goodbye hugs. You knew you were at your stopping point and there was a man making you feel uncomfortable.  

You let out a shaky breath as you pulled your jacket close to yourself, looking around nervously as you began to walk quickly, going into a nearby alleyway that you usually took for a shortcut to your apartment. The sound of footsteps echoing behind you made you shiver as you reached into your pocket to grab your keys to use as a weapon. Before you could wrap your hands around them a leather-gloved hand clamped over your mouth. Your eyes widened as the smell of cigars and cologne filled your nostrils. A dark chuckle vibrated against you as someone held a knife against your throat.  

"Now now, sweetheart. No fighting me, alright? And I won't hurt you. I promise." He smirked as he began forcing you back to where you came from toward a white limo.  

The interior was cherry red leather. The seats squeaked slightly under your weight as the man quickly placed you into a seat. He grabbed the duct tape that was in the seat beside you and taped your wrists together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of the man in front of you. His eyes were dark as chocolates, his skin sun-kissed, his lips in a tight line of concentration before using the same knife from earlier to cut the tape.  

Your eyes widened as the man's eyes met yours with a smirk on his face. He tutted his tongue when you quickly averted your gaze away from him but he wasn't stupid. He gripped your jaw firmly, forcing you to stare at him, his smirk widening into a grin as he stares you up and down as if to size you up; his tongue swiping across his bottom lips to wet them.  

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun, Cariño" The man spoke, sending shivers up your spine and a pool of arousal straight to your core.  

You jumped slightly as he slammed the door shut before climbing into the driver seat, opening the window panel that separated the front from the back, and glanced back at you before driving. You could hear him rambling on to himself as he kept glancing at the mirror.  

Something inside of you was telling you to try and escape. Call for help from the window. But something inside of you was telling you no. But why? What if the man decided to end you after he was finished getting what he wanted. You were most likely going to be used as a toy and thrown into a ditch somewhere.  

Amid your thoughts, you were unaware of the man stopping in a dark wooded area that was a few miles away from the town. He opened your door and fixed his leather gloves causing them to squeak slightly with his movements as he grinned down at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and quickly began scooting away from him to scream for help. Would anyone even hear you? Before you could get a sound out the man climbed on top of you, placing his hand around your throat as he held you close. His mouth centimeters from your ear as he pressed himself into your ass making sure you could feel his erection that was struggling against the fabric of his black slacks. He let out a deep groan as you squirmed against him, causing you to rut against his cock that so desperately needed to be buried deep inside the warmth of your soaked channel. You let out a loud whine as he pushed you onto your back, a sadistic smirk on his face as he pulled his knife from his pocket.

Your eyes widened as he brought the face up to your face, dragging the sharp tip down your sensitive skin down to your chest and dragging it slowly along your clavicle leaving a trail of red welts in its wake before pushing under your left strap of your dress and pulling it toward the side making the strap fall loose in two pieces exposing your black lace bra. A low guttural growl vibrated his chest as he took in the sight of you after doing the same to your second strap and tossing your dress off to the side.  

The man gripped your hips and began grinding his hips into yours, pressing his lips to yours before he tensed, throwing his head back and his eyes rolling back. He looked down at you, his demeanor changing as his brown eyes scanned your body.  

“Holy hell, love. Arent you just a fantastic sight? So-Sorry about all these. Just couldn’t help ourselves now could we. M’name is Steven with a V. Thank the gods Jake finally got you where we wanted you.”  

“The hell?”  

“Sorry yeah um, the body is shared by three different people. Marc is the host, Jake and and I are an alter, and who ever fronts is who you get a joy of bein’ with, love. Hope this doesn’t affect your thoughts on us. I-I mean of course they won't. We’ve been watchin’ you for quite some time. Bit excitin’ innit? We just had to get you. You’re our new addiction after all.” He gripped your thighs as his eyes rolled back again.  

When he came to his appearance seemed to change again. He seemed more dark and mysterious, his thick brows furrowing together as he clenched his jaw as if he was pissed off. And boy was he. He snarled as he flipped you onto your stomach, ripping your lace underwear off as if they were nothing, pulling your ass back against the erection that was begging for attention roughly as he shoved two thick fingers into your mouth.  

“You know the thing about Steven and Jake... they like to take their sweet ass time and draw things out. Work you up where as I...” he quickly undone his belt and pants with one hand, pulling his aching cock free before pushing the thick leaking head against your tight entrance. Slamming his hips into yours not letting you adjust as he slammed his hips into yours over and over at a punishing pace. The sound of wet noises and your muffled sobs rang through the car, fogging up the dark glass. “I like- to – get – to - the – fucking - point.”  

Marc groaned loudly as he used his hand that still had two fingers in your mouth to pull you back until you were on your knees and your back pressed against his front. It was painful yet gave a deliciously new angle that he abused your cunt with. Your drool drenching his arm as he reached his free hand around to rub your clit as he pounded into you. While your brain melted, Jake fronted, Spanish profanities slipping from his lips as he continued what Marc was doing. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and moved his hand down to your throat, squeezing hard but not enough to block your breathing.  

All you could do was whimper and beg, nonsense falling from your tongue as they made a mess of you. Jake smirked at the cute noises you were making, their names leaving your beautiful swollen lips as tears streaked your face. His hips snapped harder up into you, the tip of his fat cock brushing against your special spot that made you lose control repeatedly until you were gushing, soaking his pants and the floor of the limo.  

“Holy fuck, Princesa. Your cunt just made such a big fucking mess on my cock. Such a good girl for us, aren't you? Letting us tear you open and being obedient for us. Gonna fill – fuck- gonna fill this tight little hole up until you can’t hold anymore. You’re our now, sweetheart.” Jake’s thrusts became sloppy as he rubbed your clit faster, making you clench tightly around the base of his throbbing length, the girth spreading you open a bit more as he began twitching inside of you.  

He pulled whimpers from you as you felt the warmth of his hot spend filling you to the brim while he rocked your hips into his softly until you were both cooled down from your highs. Jake smirked as he placed you onto your back and fixing his pants before giving you a quick kiss to your lips.  

“Now. It's time for us to go home. Got to get some rest so we can continue breaking in our new little toy. When I’m done with you. You’re not going to be able to walk for a few days.”

[uselesssomebody]

𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 - joel miller x reader

complete masterlist | joel miller masterlist

words || 𝟚.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader and ellie try to make joek the perfect christmas

a/n || i got the christmas fic out kinda on time?? i'm so shocked

➵ i will find it in myself to be consistent at some point. not yet tho. anyways this week has been hell so i'm happy i wrote something. this is not a 100% practical apocalypse christmas, but we work with what we have

➵ if you don't celebrate christmas or this fic is not for you, i'm working on a moon knight winter themed work to be posted before/at new years (with hopefully some hanukkah mentions!!) so if that interests you stay tuned!

➵ merry christmas if you celebrate! i hope you guys have had a nice ass extended weekend or are holidaying somewhere fun

➵ not edited (yet)

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

joel had been everywhere since the outbreak started. quarantine zones in boston, traveling across the midwest, once being carted off all the way to montana. 

that didn’t change the fact that home was 2003 austin, texas. the last time his heart didn’t always race, the last place he didn’t have to sleep with one eye open. the last place he called home.

but dammit, if jackson wasn’t coming close. and why wouldn’t it? tommy was here, and ellie was - too. his heart didn’t beat like he’d just run a marathon - or from a group of raiders or stalkers. his sleep came naturally here - the bags under his eyes had began reducing. the restless nights didn’t come from flashbacks, or nightmares anymore, but rather, the woman sleeping next to him.

she always knocked out like a light after they were done, curling into the human furnace he essentially was, head finding its familiar place on the left side of his chest, his broad palm wrapped around her shoulder - pulling her closer. he didn’t mind - he got his nightly eyeful of her beauty: the peaceful expression on her face, the way her lips slightly parted as she puffed out air, the way a loose strand of hair might reach down to tickle her nose or her cheek, causing her to twitch in discomfort until he would push the offending strand back into place. 

he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head - a softness he never exhibited to anyone but his two girls - much to tommy’s chagrin. he smiles softly, lips curling as he remembers the events of the day. breakfast at the cantina, helping her help with some of the crops that the settlement was growing for self-sustenance, the both of them taking ellie to a friend’s house, enjoying lunch with her - a moment alone from the excitable teenager - before he left for his nightly patrolling duty, only to return to her and ellie a few hours later. 

a peaceful day. with the both of them.

he glances over at the large window shining the moon’s dim light into the room. it’s snowing, the white flakes reflecting the moonlight to create a glittery night sky, having already stacked onto the outdoor windowsill. 

that was one of the things that reminded him that this wasn’t austin. the *snow*. piling high on the roofs, a bitch to clear in the front of the little house the three of them shared - a chore she always managed to convince him to do. it wasn’t exactly a tough bargain: a small kiss to his lips, and a ‘pretty please?’, and - much to the amusement of ellie - he’d be out of the door with the shovel in an instant. joel liked the snow - it was, in many ways, aesthetically pleasing, if not a little inconvenient. 

and - well, a white christmas, right? who would he be to deny that beauty, especially for his favorite holiday of the year - back when things were normal. while tommy and him traveled together, though, he’d still offer an extra ration of food, reciprocated by a medkit or a bandage on tommy’s end. when he and tess were still together, they’d exchange guns. joel always got the short end of the stick - sometimes literally, once earning a pistol is exchange for a rifle. didn’t matter, though. tess was ecstatic, and it’s not like the two didn’t share.

that was one thing he was real excited for since bringing ellie here - getting her something she’d really want for christmas. and the same for her, laying next to him. using an elaborate network of spies (see: tommy and maria), he had discreetly collected the information as to what would interest them both. 

for ellie, 3 new editions of savage starlight, the joel had managed to find when he’d been assigned on runs away from the perimeter of the settlement. and for her, a cassette player, that he had tinkered with to get to work again. it had some of her favorite songs - the ones she’d heard from others after the outbreak, or the ones she’d remembered from before, and it had taken hours of looking around abandoned cars for the cassette tapes. he hoped to add to her collection for the new year, and to catch her able to actually listen to the songs she likes to hum to much in the shower, or around the house.

the only problem was… well, the atmosphere. it was a white christmas, sure, but the distinct reds and greens were missing from the town. there was a christmas tree up in the hall, but little else specifically regarding christmas, to his disappointment. maria’s explanation was to allow space for every winter celebration to breath. there was hanukkah candles around the settlement’s common areas, adding a distinct beauty in the flickering lights of the flames. similarly, kwanzaa candles were up anywhere that diwali’s clay lamps had been previously. the settlement had so many groups, that joel was sure that he missed other decorating items. and he didn’t mind a bit of it.

but he’d been so busy with everything, that he hadn’t had time to nurture the spirit of christmas that he enjoyed so much, even privately. he would have liked to wake up to a decorated tree, a flurry of red and green around the living room, but it was already christmas eve. and after the excitable day he’d had - now in the company of his love, and ellie just down the corridor, he figured he didn’t mind all too much.

he was home.

he was asleep. finally.

she sighs in relief, finally squeezing out of his snuggle. regardless of his years on the road, he was always a heavy sleeper - even more nowadays, with less apparent threats. thank god for her.

she’d had to pretend to be asleep a lot longer than she thought she’d have to, him obviously having a contemplative night before deciding to fall asleep, but she’s grateful it’s finally happened. sneaking out of the room, avoiding the floorboards she’d memorized as the creaky ones, she shuts the door with the smallest clack - but even that makes her wince. stilling for a moment to ensure joel hasn’t woken, she looks down the hall at ellie, who is similarly traversing the floor with caution. 

“he asleep?” ellie asks, and she affirms with a grin.

“out like a light.” ellie gives her a thumbs up, before they both make their way to the back door - which was perfectly larger than the front door. outside, tommy stands, looking bored out of his mind.

“jesus. what the hell took you guys so long?” he grumbles, which makes ellie giggle, muffling it behind her palm.

“he kept thinking, oh, you know how he is, tommy.” she brushes off his annoyance with a little smile, and he shrugs.

“yes, ma’am.” he salutes playfully.

“did you get it?” ellie asks excitably, and he nods, reaching around to the side of the house to procure the spruce tree - a net tied around it to ensure the branches wouldn’t hit anything. it’s about a foot taller than tommy, and it’s just perfect for the house. “c’mon, c’mon!” ellie insists in a hushed whisper, and the two of them help him with bringing the tree discreetly inside.

once it’s neatly in, tommy drops off his wrapped gift for joel, having already dropped off in the evening his and maria’s gift of the best christmas cookies - well, any cookies - ellie and her had ever eaten, and bids the two girls farewell. when the house is silent again, she looks at ellie.

“wanna do the tree, or the other stuff?” to no surprise to her, ellie’s response is immediate.

“tree."

after a half-hour of decorating and filling the living room with some semblance of christmas joy, she hoists ellie up as much as she can so the teen can place a makeshift, glittering star on the top of the tree. adorned in reds and greens, the living room looked perhaps more woodsy than like a shop display - due to the lack of a perfect tinsel replica - but the glitter and foil would have to as viable substitutes.

exhausted, the both of them sneak another one of tommy and maria’s cookies, before ellie places three gifts for joel under the tree - from the two girls and tommy - while she looks in joel’s not-so-hidden hiding spot, for all his goods he didn’t want her or ellie finding. she’d found it almost immediately after its creating though, and knew joel was hiding their gifts in there. though, as they were wrapped, they still remained a mystery to her as she placed them under the tree. 

the fruitful effort ends with a hug goodnight, before ellie wanders into her room to pass out, and she sneaks back into her and joel’s room, seeing him still in deep sleep - even snoring a little. 

with a big, fat beam on her face, she curls back up next to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and whispering,

“merry christmas, joel.”

the next morning, joel awakens to an agitated ellie tapping her foot on the floor, sitting at the foot of the bed, reading a book as she waited for him to awaken.

“oh, finally.” she sighs in relief, helping him sit up, as he wiped his eyes groggily, “c’mon, she’s making pancakes!” pancakes for breakfast was reserved for special days, and today was very special. with a half-smile, joel gets to his feet, grabbing and pulling ellie into his side my her shoulders, and hugging her tightly, ruffling her hair.

“merry christmas, ellie.”

“merry christmas, joel!” she chirps back, very animatedly. 

too animatedly.

joel’s eyes nearly bug out when they reach the living room, where this morning’s chef is standing, a big grin on her face.

“surprise!” she and ellie say in unison, as his eyes dart around to take in the christmas colors, the stockings, the - oh, the tree!

the little kid inside him was practically jumping for joy at the ornate tree that rose above a smattering of presents on the ground. 

she joins him and ellie, taking his other hand.

“like it?”

“like it? baby, i love it.” he kisses her cheek, holding the kiss, trying to convey how meaningful this was to him, and ellie playfully prods his side, pretending to cringe. in response, he lets out a big, hearty laugh - one of few - and ruffles her hair, squeezing her tighter. both, his silent thank you’s.

after a big breakfast of pancakes, they settle into the couch, gifts surrounding them. 

ellie goes first. she unwraps joel’s present to her - the new editions of the comic. she blows her lid in excitement, hugging him tightly, before beginning to wander off as she examines the comic, making the two adults laugh as they playfully beg her to come back.

then she goes. the bulky gift makes her curious, but, as the unwraps it, seeing the cassette tape, her eyes widen in shock, “baby, how on earth…?” her brows furrow as she internalizes the effort it must have taken him to collect all those songs. the looks she gives joel is nothing short of adoration, and that made every minute of the hunt worth it.

finally, it’s joel. tommy’s gift first, and it sloshes when he jiggles it. unwrapped, it’s a familiar label and liquid: a jack daniel’s old number 7, his go-to before the outbreak. surprised his little brother remembered, he grins lightly as he places the bottle beside him, looking forward to enjoying it. from her, he opens the gift to find a meticulously crafted, sewn and polished knife holster, “because i mentioned how old mine was?” he asks her softly, and she nods, with a sheepish smile, “i love it.” he affirms, tracing the edges, “my baby’s good at everything then?” he teases, and she giggles - much to ellie’s distaste.

“open mine, joel!” she insists, placing her smaller box in his arms. 

“hold on, ellie.” he laughs, taking the wrapping off meticulously. it’s an unassuming box, and, looking inside, his face sobers a little. 

it’s a watch. with a brown band, and a white dial - more importantly it works. immediately, ellie’s face falls.

“you don’t like it? i thought… you know, your watch doesn’t work, so-”

joel sighs, shaking his head as he pulls ellie to him to calm her.

“no, no - it’s not that.” he assures, throat constricting as he experiences a heartbreaking deja vu. 

they don’t know.

after a moment of silence, joel smiles.

“i think it’s great, ellie. i really like it, damn well needed a watch too - tommy always keeps me an hour and a half instead of an hour on our patrols, and i can never prove it. now i can.” he tried to diffuse the tension with a small joke, but ellie still looks a little concerned. she does too. 

joel immediately puts the watch on, but on his other wrist, leaving sarah’s watch untouched. “there.” he hums, examining the watch on his wrists.

“matches your boots,” she comments, and ellie lights up a bit.

“i did that on purpose.” joel smiles up at her.

“well thank you, ms. fashionista.” he teases, “now i don’t got an excuse to be late for dinner, huh?”

the two other finally crack, giggling a little.

“so you always know you’re late for dinner?” ellie teases, and he laughs.

“gotta give you two time to scheme alone, hmm?” he counters, “where would all these decorations have come from if y’all didn’t have a couple minutes alone at the table.” he teases.

“well, now, since you won’t be late, all three of us will scheme.”

“against tommy.” joel adds, and ellie laughs.

after a few more jokes, ellie goes to wear out her new comics, and the other two remain on the couch. lazily wrapping an arm around his neck, she hums.

“happy?”

“ecstatic.” he assures, with a content smile. she traces the new watch on his wrist - ellie’s.

“makes you look cool. like you’re a very busy man.”

“you say it like i’m not.” he jokes back, and she smiles.

“you’ve got enough time for us.” she counters, and he leans back, pulling her flush to him as he kisses her lips softly.

“you two are the only things i got time for.” he corrects. her cheeks heat.

“merry christmas, joel.”

“merry christmas.”

[psychedelic-ink]

( ✉︎ ) SHORTCUTS TO MY MULTI-CHAP FICS!

This masterlist has got all my series in one spot. I put it together because my pinned post was getting way too long, so now it's easier for you to find and enjoy everything hassle-free. And of course all series can be find in the characters respective masterlists as well!

[✦] MLISTS .  LIBRARY

ego & black powder: pero tovar x prisonguard!reader

ongoing series, loose-fit fic

A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

million dollar man: jack daniels x reader x frankie morales

ongoing series

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go to San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

we fall like snow: dieter bravo x bodyguard!ofc!amina addams

completed

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

advanced politics of human sexuality: javi g x ofc!mia pradera

ongoing series

Still struggling to come to terms with his father’s recent passing, burdened by the weight of the business he left behind, Javi feels adrift. Meanwhile, years later, an unexpected twist of fate brings you back into Javi’s life again—the daughter of his favorite housekeeper. Uncertain about your future and what to do with it, you find yourself at a crossroads, while Javi wrestles with the irresistible pull he feels towards you.

i've got you darlin': moonknight x reader x din djarin

ongoing series

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

watercolor eyes: sw!santiago garcia x reader

loose-fit fic, ongoing

After another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

musician!joel miller masterlist

loose-fit fic, complete

One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.

exile: joel miller x ofc!june

Completed

Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters. Domestics. All infected. One unlike the other. You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life. Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.

stay in bed: joel miller x reader, one sided tommy miller x reader

Ongoing series

After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

Infections Of a Different Kind (TLOU AU): FEDRA javier p. x firefly!reader

Completed

Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest. As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?

dark hearted people: joel miller x reader x ezra

Ongoing series

Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.

behind the velvet rope: joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo

loose-fit fic, Completed

a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.

move me | the stripper saga: stripper!jack daniels x f!reader

Completed

frustrated by your everyday life, you seek solace at a male strip club. It's your first time and you're instantly mesmerized by the one that calls himself "whiskey".

ravish masterlist: joel miller x webcam model!reader

loose-fit fic, Completed

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

GLOSSARY

loose-fit fic: A fan fiction style characterized by a series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

loose-fit fic, complete: A series that is complete but might produce new chapters typically driven by audience demand or interest.

loose-fit fic, ongoing: A series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

[2-dsimp]

Hi, it's NightFlurry again with some more ideas about bad endings or background stories for yandere genshin characters. I'm free for anyone to add to my thoughts or comment if it's friendly and appropriate!

The country they rule is called Teyvat(obviously), and each is separated by different kingdoms depending on the element and belief they possess. Ex. Zhongli's dynasty Liyue worships the element Geo known for its contracts that last as old as the kingdom itself. Ei's empire Inazuma worships Electro, a domain rumored to have lasted for eternity hence why the people look so young and lively. Venti's kingdom Mondstadt worships anemo, for the kingdom should be as free as the winds itself. The ever-mysterious fallen kingdom Khaneriah, a thriving kingdom built with wits and determination that one day fell due to a great calamity. This continues more and more.

Their majesty's/highness (reader), kingdom Seizon-sha, doesn't worship any element instead, they worship the sun, stars, and moon, for they are the guardians of fate, time, and evolution. A kingdom large enough to rival Liyue's dynasty. However, is crippled by a lack of successors and dies from the hands of debt after spending it on foolish lavishes. This is why the King and Queen are desperate to marry their sons and daughters to wealthy kingdoms.

Some characters are Albedo, the royal high mage nicknamed the ice wizard because he lived in the ice-cold mountains of Dragonspine, but for his ever-ice-cold expression. Nobody knows his story, only knowing that he hailed from the hills of Mondstadt and then suddenly arrived at their kingdom's doorstep to work as their kingdom's mage. This surprised many people because, for a mage of his caliber, many would've expected he'd pick a more prosperous domain like Liyue or perhaps seek out the more profound mysteries of magic in Sumeru. The Mage was a bigger mystery, always locking himself inside his room for ungodly hours only to come out for refreshments or stock up on supplies. Only interact with the servants or knights when he's out and about, only talking if it's business or something important. The mage didn't even seem interested in the royal family, barely sending them a glance when they passed by, always giving quick, emotionless answers, not even sparing a hello when nobles came by. The only person the mage was willing to talk to was their Highness. The mage suddenly started conversing with them one day, and their friendship began! Or so he wants their majesty to think The image was a strange one since he never asked any of the maids to clean his room, not even when the room was so unattended when a maid, who was sent there to give him his afternoon tea, was met with a storm of dust as soon as the mage opened the door. The mage gave a quick 'thank you' before shutting the door. Nobody knew that if the maid looked a bit longer, she would've seen the erratic piles of portraits depicting their majesty in different poses strewn across the floor. Nobody knew that the mage secretly teleported their Highness into his room during their break to work as his assistant with his experiments. How can their majesty look so innocent when they sleep, not knowing a certain mage was sitting by their bedside frantically drawing in his notepad every night. Using his new invisibility magic to sneak past the guards so the reader and him. Oh, their Highness looked so cute when the new book they wanted suddenly appeared on their doorstep one day; perhaps a maid heard it! Or perhaps their stalker? When one day, a spell became wrong, transforming the mage into a lowly toad. Thankfully their Highness was there to help them, oh? You don't need to get someone else. A kiss would do, and I'm afraid Sucrose is away, so you'll have to do it. If you look closely, the crumbled page on how to properly reverse the spell sat within the ashes of the fireplace, and is it strange that the ever-prefect mage suddenly got the spell wrong just when the majesty was there?

"Your Highness, I conducted a new potion using the ingredients you generously gifted me a while ago. I'd like to call it 'Forever Yours,' a love potion growing among young nobles, so I created a potion to see if it holds any value. I also added my own twist to enhance the effects of the person that'll drink it to be utterly in love with the first person they see. You should try it since you are here. Unfortunately, I can't use myself to test it since if I get it wrong, I won't be conscious enough to create a cure. Don't worry, your highness. I'll be by your side in case something happens. So, please...Drink...Every...Last...Drop...."

Another character is Xiao, the stoic bodyguard of their highness, known among his fellow knights. as "the Vigilante Yakasha, the Conqueror of Demons" because of his demon-like power as he effortlessly sweeps through with the flurry of the wind. Seen training from the sweet crack of dawn to the quiet evening of night, not even the never-ending rain has stopped the knight from training. A mystery even to the king since he never shares anything about himself unless it's business and never goes outside the castle's walls unless accompanied by their majesty. The knight was found years ago during a royal family outing. The royal family was enjoying their time basking under the warm rays of sunlight as they greeted their people; the peace diminished when one of the guards noticed that the young heir was missing. Panicked ensued as the knights began searching for the missing heir, who they found wrapping a bandage over a beat-up orphan deep within the dangerous parts of the kingdom. The child was apparently an escaped slave from an abusive family who escaped with the skin of his teeth from the relentless dogs and soldiers that chased him. The child could flee to their kingdom before surviving on thrown-out food and living inside old buildings before being beaten by a shopkeeper for stealing bread. The heir later found him in his sorry state because the heir noticed the child's whimpers of pain while wandering. With enough pleading, the heir convinced the king and queen to let the orphan, which the Highness later named Xiao, stay at the castle as a stable boy, allowing him the opportunity to rise among the social ranks if he so wished. So for years, Xiao remained in the kingdom due to the royal family's kindness. He felt indebted to the heir since they were the angel that saved him from hell. Nobody deserves his goddess; if anybody disagrees, they'll find their tongues ripped out. What nobody knew was that during the years, the heir would constantly make visits to the cold man to talk and leave little gifts for him. Throughout the following years, he rose through the ranks and landed himself a spot as a knight due to his remarkable skills with a spear. He trained for months in unbearable training and fighting against many enemies, from armies built of thousands of men to monsters that could shake the world. He was revered for his accomplishments in winning even the most hopeless battles and his stoic-no-nonsense expression as he tore down his foes. So, why would a man with so many achievements step down to become a measly bodyguard of their Highness? He always states his reports to the king with the same blank look, casting a side glance at his fellow knights before returning to training, ignoring the blushing maids as they stare at the young knight. The only expression the servants could wring out from the cold guard was dangerous narrow eyes and a threatening grip on his sword as a servant almost burnt them with hot tea after tripping on a loose tile. Doesn't that fool realize he could've seriously injured his goddess's precious hands?!? This fool deserves to rot in hell. Somebody as worthless as him shouldn't even dare to be in the same room as them. Poor children, if only they saw the signs of unhealthy obsession. If their highness looked closely on their balcony at night, placed inside the branches of a nearby tree, lay a certain knight watching from the shadows over the sleeping form of their highness. What if somebody decides to kill them in their sleep? As their guard, I must protect them from anybody. Oh, my poor goddess, so vulnerable...so beautiful....so unsusceptible of the cruel world.... Or perhaps if they noticed that every time a noble so much as sneers at their highness, their body was soon found in a nearby alley practically mauled by a powerful demon. The demon is closer than you think, your highness. could be perhaps standing next to you, watching your back... and making sure to protect you...even if it means killing everyone in their path...

"Your Highness, please refrain from jumping out the window again I won't catch you the next time you call me. …What, but don't dare call anybody else to name besides my own. Those incompetent knights can barely protect themselves, how would they fare to protecting you? I swore that the day I became your knight, I would protect you from the evils and unworthy of this world. Besides, why are you sneaking out again? You wanted to explore the town square? …fine...but I'm coming with you. I swear, I won't rat you out to the king that you snuck out again, but you must promise me one thing...That I'm allowed to annihilate any foes that dare cross our path, and if they dare lay a filthy finger upon you..... they'll find their entire arm missing."

Ahhhh, my fingers hurt like heck after writing all this....x _ x Well, I hope you enjoyed my first writing about the idea of the Fantasy Au. I just wrote these characters because they were the first person I could think of, if you want a certain character please ask. Please comment or ask me more about it.

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This is good food right here!!!

I’m really loving how your brain works especially since I can practically picture what it’ll look like In game form. There’s something about royal high mage albedo that makes my mind go brrrr and turn into rot. Since he tried to give the reader a love potion for “demonstration” purposes XD.

I’ll definitely let you know if I have any more comments or questions about your wonderful idea. As always thanks for stopping by and if you have anymore to share fill free to dump it all in my inbox! o(≧v≦)o

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Breaking down the comics: Let's get that BREAD (WBN #32-33)

MOON KNIGHT

WEREWOLF BY NIGHT Issue #32: 'The Stalker Called Moon Knight' 

Written by: Doug Moench

Art by: Don Perlin

Published 1975

Are you ready for this? You better be. 

Werewolf by Night was started as a "Marvel Spotlight" in 1972. 

Or did it? 

In 1953, before Marvel was well...MARVEL... It was Atlas Comics. A five page short called "Werewolf by Night" came out. Later, when Marvel formed and comics had a "Comics Code Authority", they approved the use of werewolves and we got our boy Jack Russell. 

Want to know something hilarious? 

The original creators, Roy Thomas, Jeanie Thomas, Gerry Conway, and Mike Ploog had no idea that Jack Russell was also the name of a popular dog breed. Or if they did, they didn't think about it at the time of naming the main character. Readers started pointing it out and they all went, “Huh. So it is.” 

Wanna know something else amazing? 

Greer Grant Nelson, AKA: TIGRA, also got her start in Werewolf by Night in 1974, issue #1 of "Giant-Size Creatures" (later renamed Giant-Size Werewolf)

In the 1980s, Jack Russell didn't really make much of an appearance anymore until Moon Knight #29. 

Our Beloved Doug Moench picked up Werewolf by Night with issue # 20-43 in 1974-1977. 

Moon Knight got started officially in 1980. 

He couldn't get the character out of his head after WBN and neither could the fans. 

So let’s take a look at the birth of Moon Knight and see if we can’t find out why he went from one time villain to full time hero (and full time occupant to my heart). 

One thing to note about Werewolf by Night, we get a lot of narration from Jack Russell himself. And sometimes it's as Jack, and sometimes it's Jack looking at the wolf and others it's the wolf peaking through Jack. 

But us Moon Knight fans are used to different perspectives, aren't we? 

We open on the title page: 

"The tag's Russell, with a Jack in front of it. The kind of name that fits a normal 19 year old dude living out in L.A.--Not the kind of name you'd expect to find slapped on a guy who sprouted fangs, pore-to-pore fur, and wolfish howls every time the moon ballooned full. Unless that guy happened to have a father who was cursed by an arcane book called DARKHOLD --And who inherited his father's curse on his 18th birthday. 

Tough, I usually ain't. But when the Full Moon pokes its ugly puss into my life, I turn into the werewolf--and nobody messes with a dude dressed in fur, claws, and pure MEAN. So why didn't somebody tell that to--

THE STALKER CALLED MOON KNIGHT" 

LOL Yeah. He’s a stubborn idiot alright. 

"Fast, Brutal, and Armed with everything to produce a scream, he was wasting me with no doubt about it. And every time I tried to slash back at the weirdo--My hand exploded in a fire labeled agony." 

Second night of the full moon cycle. The wolf is not doing so hot. 

His hand is broken and he's facing down this angry guy dressed in silver. 

"Get up, you mangy freak!! Get up so I can knock you back down again!" 

He lunches at the masked man only to take a punch to the face. 

"It was called a cestus--as in Glove. Worn by gladiators in the arena. A cestus is spiked. These spikes were silver. Silver is hell on a werewolf." 

He wrestles with Moon Knight who doesn't let up, kicking and punching. 

The whole time Moon Knight yells at him. 

Bystanders watch in awe. 

"Man! That guy's like a tornado on a rampage!" 

"I'm hip--but what's that other dude like--Lon Chaney in a mink--?!" 

LOL oh 1970s...never change. 

Moon Knight addresses the wolf. 

"You've had it, Freak. You're half-way gone and I haven't even started!" 

Moon Knight unleashes his razor blade silver scresent darts on the wolf. 

"It wasn't right. The Moon was supposed to give him strength--fill him with savagery--Not stab him with glaring pain..." 

"Drop Freak! Drop like the wounded beast you are!" 

Moon Knight kicks him, with his Savate Kick, which is a French Boxing style that combines Boxing with kicking. It predates Kickboxing by 100 years and is quite brutal. 

It sends the wolf sprawling. Especially from his silver tipped toe. 

They pause and we get a flash back to the night before. 

"It had started the night before, when an innocent ski-jaunt in northern California had erupted into a blizzard of horror. As the werewolf, I'd almost murdered a cute 7-year-old girl named Buttons... Fortunately, my best friend, Buck Cowan, had other ideas..."

(If you're cold, he’s cold. Bring him inside)

"So I shivered into them and prepared to wait for Buck. You see, I didn't remember the werewolf's little Blood Tussle with Buck--and since Buck was supposed to pick me up here..." 

We see Buck being taken into emergency services and rushed in for immediate surgery. 

"After an hour of waiting, I'd begun to worry... Where was Buck?" 

We see Buck shredded and crashing on the table. 

Jack hitches a ride into down, wondering if his friend is alright. 

We see Buck crash in surgery and they frantically try to get his heart back. 

Jack makes it back to his Stepfather's house. 

"Jack! Are you all right, son?" 

"Sure, Dad. As all right as I ever am the morning after a Full Moon. Why? And where's Lissa?" 

We see the doctors are finished. There is nothing more they can do for Buck. 

"You mean you--You don't remember, son?" 

"Remember what? What?!" 

"Lissa's down at Westwood Hospital, Jack. Topaz called--Said your friend Buck was hurt... Was mauled... He...He might not pull through, Jack." 

Narration: The soft words slammed me, hit me like a thousand crushing mountains--But my only raction was numbness--Disbelief--

"Easy, Jack... Just take it easy, son." 

"Easy? I might've killed my best friend and you want me to take it easy?!" 

Jack is understandably upset.He runs to the hospital. 

Buck is in a coma and "The doctors aren't sure he'll come out of it."  

(Who names their kid Buttons?) 

They tell the group to go home and get some rest. But they decide not to go with Jack. 

"Under the circumstances, we thought it might be best if Lissa stayed with me tonight--at my room-- To keep our minds off Buck--ANd also because well..." 

"Go on, Topaz, say it--Because I've got the Moon-Cooties and you don't want to be around when I sprout fangs again. Well, I don't blame you. I'd stay away from me if I could..." 

Narration: And that was my exit--as petulant as a cry-baby feeling sorry for its own tears... 

Feeling sorry for himself, he heads back for home to apologize to his stepdad before the moon rises and he has to run off again. His hand hurts and he's pretty sure it's broken. 

But as he gets home, the door is already open and he senses something is off. Someone else is in there with his Stepdad. 

"Dad?" 

"In the Den, Jack. There's someone here to see you.." 

Yeah! You get that bread! Delicious delicious bread! 

"Hello, Russell. They told me to announce myself as The Moon Knight. Pretty stupid name--But It'll do as far as you're concerned--" 

Yep. You heard it here first people. 

Now, time line gets a little funky if you try to figure out if this was pre or post death and resurrection by Khonshu. 

This could either be Mercenary Marc Spector for Hire that heard "werewolf" and dressed up in all silver for protection and then got the name Moon Knight and then it later stuck with him after he came back.... OR this is immediately post resurrection (which I find more likely) and it's his first gig. In a later Moon Knight issue we learn that Frenchie had acted as his contact with the group that hired him and the Moon Knight still had no idea what he was doing and still wasn't 100% on board with the 'good guy' routine. In fact, we later learn that the money he made in this job is what helped him get started in Grant Mansion. 

Still doesn't explain why he's like, "Moon Knight? Who the hell picked this name?" And I have to quietly laugh that Marc indeed DID pick the name after he was brought back by Khonshu and the rest of his system was like "Marc, what the fuck? Really? That's what we're going with?" 

ANYWAYS... 

"His voice was muffled under the silver gauze which covered his face like ectoplasm. That was something else I didn't like..." 

Moon Knight explains: Let's say I'm a WORKING Man, Russell, out to do my job and collect my bread. This particular job started down in the waterfront section... Pretty sleazy place--Lots of rats--The stink of filthy Brine--And rotting, sagging warehouses... But one of those warehouses is a lot like that Book you're not supposed to judge by it's cover --Because inside, it ain't rotting or sagging, and the only stink is the smell of money. LOTS of money. I went there on a tip--And found out it was a set-up..." 

We see a bunch of businessmen at a table. 

"So you're Mark Spector." 

"I'm Spector. Who're you?" 

"We'll get to that in time, Mr. Spector. Right now, I find your dossier immensely interesting... Soldier of fortune, mercenary, veteran of THREE African wars, FIVE south American revolutions, Brief flirtation with the C.I.A., Weapons expert, versatile practitioner of virtually all the martial arts, ex-prizefighter, marine commando for Eight years prior to beating a Lieutenant within an inch of his life...Et cetera." 

"So your research department is hot stuff. So what? I was told there'd be money down here. What do I do to get it?" 

Okay so... We don't ever get this dossier again guys. THIS is the dossier of Marc Spector (despite that they spell it Mark here). In fact, they never really review Marc's past in the later comics again. They just say he's well versed in combat. 

That...That is a lot of combat. A lot of war and a lot of revolutions. And we know he wasn't always on the right side of the revolutions. We know he was a boxer, but the prizefighter bit is new. So is the 8 years Marine AND the beating a lieutenant part. We can assume he was discharged after that. That's interesting. 

So when writers forget that MArc knows what the hell he's doing... I have to frown at them a lot. Marc is dangerous. Marc decided he was going to be worth the money and he damn well was. 

Back to the gentlemen! 

"I admire your directness, Mr. Spector, and shall endeavor to emulate it. First, we want you to open that compartment now rising from the table... Then don the rather unique costume you will find inside it. ANd utilize every weapon accompanying that costume..As well as your inherent abilities--To capture and deliver to us a werewolf named Jack Russell. Upon Delivery, you will receive this. Then thousand dollars." 

WELP. There you have it. (But again... take this history with a grain of salt. He wasn't supposed to come back.) 

"That's the story, Russell. Me, I don't believe in werewolves--But the committee's got ten grand that does--So who am I to argue?" 

Ah, the COmmittee. A group of people out to capture the werewolf in some attempt to try to harness its power. 

We see them come back in Moon Knight Issue #4. 

Moon Knight tells Russell that he either goes easy or gets delivered as 'bruised goods'. 

"My head was swimming through queasy nausea as he stalked forward. Was it the pain in my hand or had the Moon festered into a darkening sky? 

My Stepfather decided the issue." 

His stepfather tackles the Moon Knight and tells Jack to run. 

Jack makes a run and starts to feel the Wolf taking over. 

Above him he hears a Helicopter giving chase, tracking him. 

"That's our man up ahead, Frenchie..." We see Moon Knight and Frenchie in the chapter. (Even back then we got the pair and this makes me happy.) "ANd he's just made me a believer in werewolves." 

For once, the werewolf cares not about the scattering humans in the street. He knows the chopter is the target of his distress. 

Moon Knight climbs down the ladder in pursuit. 

I mean... How many people will go, "WOW .Werewolves are real?!" and then proceed to get into a fight with said werewolf? 

AND WIN THE FIGHT. 

One of the spectators decides that enough is enough and he calls the police before these crazy things decide to eat them or something (Moon Knight included. Dude just tackled a wolf creature and got into a fight with it on purpose). 

The police take a moment to digest this info.

"Some comic book weirdo is sluggin' it out with a werewolf on a street corner in Westwood." 

Yeah, that sounds about right. 

They try to call in the local expert, but he's on vacation. 

At this point we start to head into Werewolf by Night lore and back story. I'll admit... I've never actually READ werewolf by night. So all of this is very new to me and I have no explanation for who these people are or what's happening. So I'm going to skip a bit of what I'm SURE is important to the long run of the story but will not come up as important to these two key issues we're focusing on. (But you can bet your buppie that I'm going to start reading it. This hat is in my bag. ...This 1970s talk is getting to me.) 

Meanwhile, the two girls from before, Lissa and Topaz, are worrying about Buck and Jack. A helicopter lands and ....Frenchie....what are you doing? Did you learn this from watching Marc? Don't bust through windows! 

(I’m not counting this. But I should.) 

Back with Moon Knight and the Wolf. 

"I slashed, still favoring my broken hand--and growled in fury as he deftly evaded my raking talons. He'd produced a new weapon now. It looked like a Truncheon. And it was definitely silver." 

(No don’t chew it! Someone put the cone of shame on him!) 

And there’s Moon Knight, getting to know the ground. He and the ground are gonna be best friends in future runs. 

Moon Knight uses his truncheon to beat the beast and finally the wolf goes down. On cue, Frenchie arrives in the chopper with both girls. 

This issue comes to an end with Moon Knight GETTING THAT BREAD. 

Moon Knight is also about to have what I lovingly call: A BAD DAY. But that’s in the next issue. 

Werewolf By Night Issue #33: ' Wolf-Beast vs Moon Knight' 

Written by: Doug Moench

Art by: Don Perlin

Published 1975

You guys. I can’t wait to show you that Moon Knight’s bad decision skills dates back to his first appearance. You have no idea. 

TITLE PAGE! 

I love how they get the names of the people involved in this comic and they put it into the pictures. 

Also... We witness the first of many bad decisions. 

The chopper continues to rise and the police open fire. 

He’s doing fine. 

We got more exposition that I'm going to skip because it has more to do with the overall arch of the WBN story and nothing that will come into play in this two part story. 

Now we come to the helicopter flying out over the dock and water. 

Welcome to part 1 of Moon Knight's bad day. 

“No, you stupid idiot! We’re five-hundred feet up!!” 

Buddy.... Pal... Bestie... 

Narration: But the werewolf didn't care. He was mad. So mad that he'd even forgotten about his broken hand... 

They splash down into the water. 

"Mangy Freak! The Committee's payin' me ten grand to bring you in alive--And you almost drown us both before I even--" 

Narration: The fight wasn't out of the werewolf yet... In fact, I was just beginning to roar. 

"Crazy fur coat with fangs--! I musta told you a dozen times--The committee wants you alive! And if you can't get that through your hairy head--I'm gonna have to pound it in!!" 

Narration: And in the pounding there was pain--Pain caused by Moon Knight's arsenal of silver weapons...His studded cestus, punching at me...Even the crescent darts, still embedded in my bristling skin... But even if the werewolf had understood the threat silver posed to him, I doubt it would've made much difference. He still remembered the beating he'd taken from this foe. The memory made him MAD...And the rage demanded revenge. 

"Not again, beast-man--I'm getting tired of this!! Watch out you stupid--" 

And back in the water they go. 

Narration: We hit the pacific for the second time... The water shot fire through my shattered hand, made it throb like a hiccupping balloon... But what was that compared to the beast's life-and-death lust for vengeance--? Answer: Bright nothing, wrapped in pretty bows of bloody violence. So we fought, both struggling to escape hell... 

Narration: ...Each determined to win that struggle... And each to leave the other behind. It was the werewolf who won, breaking free of hell with gasps and wheezes... 

I hauled myself onto the rotting planks, still gasping... But triumphant. 

Or so the werewolf thought. 

"Hold it, mange-puss... I ain't heard no count of ten yet..." 

Moon Knight no... 

Narration: It was impossible. I'd slashed, clawed, mauled, and choked him--ANd he wanted more, still MORE--! I gave him more, a vicious roundhouse slash... But the Moon Knight clutched for that slash and he yanked. Hard. 

And they go back into the water. 

Moon Knight climbs back out a moment later. 

"God, that thing's dynamite on wheels...Never fought so hard in my life... Gotta rest... Catch my breath... Before he surfaces again... ALREADY?!" 

Narration: Yeah, already-And the fever was too high to quit. It was long overdue, and the werewolf had long since paid for it in pain... 

It was time for the payoff--For returning favors--And for doing unto the other until what was done... COuld never be undone.

The wolf beats on Moon Knight for a bit. He’s pretty ticked off. 

Moon Knight's pretty exhausted at this point and the wolf is starting to get the upper hand. 

But then... Whoopse. It's morning! 

The night is over and the wolf turns back into a very beat up sad Jack Russel... 

You know how I know this is Marc? (Aside from the fact that this is Pre official Moon Knight and Jake and Steven haven’t been written into existence yet). THE BAD DECISIONS. 

Someone yells down to them and Moon Knight thinks it might be the cops. But it turns out to just be a drunk guy heading home after a night on the town. 

"Well, thank the moon for small miracles... But I still can't believe I saw this guy change like that...My darts must be hurtin' the poor freak. Might as well take 'em out.." 

Frenchie arrives and Moon Knight once more carries Jack up the ladder towards that bread. 

Back at the hospital, Buck woke up only briefly to call out for his friends then fell back asleep. 

The doctor informs the lady that "whatever mauled Mr. Cowan inflicted extensive damage to his sacral region--His lower back--Severing oth the sciatic and femoral nerves. We've done our best, but he still might be paralyzed from the waist down... If he emerges from the coma." 

Yup. Can confirm. You need those nerves. That's not good news. 

Back with Moon Knight! He is now before the committee and he's brought along the two girls and Jack. Time for bread day.

"All right bozos--You've already stalled the whole day in some top secret meeting-and I ain't waitin' any longer! I brought you your pigeon. Now where's my bread?!" 

"You've brought us an unconscious kid, Mr. Spector...Or should I say Mr. Moon Knight? You seem to be taking that costume rather seriously... But as I was saying, we still have no proof that you have delivered a bona fide Werewolf. Indeed, we can't even be certain that this young man is Jack Russell..." 

The committee also show skepticism that one of the two girls is Jack's sister "and therefore destined to become a werewolf herself someday." 

The committee decides to wait until the final full moon appears that night and they can see for themselves. 

Moon Knight is displeased. 

"I oughta smack that scummy nose right down your throat." 

If it were me, I would not mess with this man. He just spent a whole night fighting a werewolf. 

Jack wakes up to find himself still in a lot of pain and locked in a cage. 

The committee tell Jack that they plan to keep the werewolf as a pet to release when they want certain people murdered. 

As one might imagine, Jack is not on board with this plan. 

He turns to Moon Knight :

"And YOU, crusader rabbit--Are you in the habit of getting paid for slamming people into CAGES?! That's right, I said PEOPLE! Are you shocked to hear that I'm an honest to god Person? Or have you been trying to forget it?! Well, I'm gonna give you a refresher course, Pal... I may be a werewolf--But on my nights off I'm still human! And Believe me, Fancy pants, being the werewolf is a far worse cage than these stinking bars!" 

And the moon rises and he starts to change. 

The committee is all shocked to see him change. 

The wolf is NOT happy to be caged. 

The committee members congratulate Spector "Or Moon Knight if you prefer..." 

(Isn't that so interesting? Even in this early issue where he's just a one off character and no history or past drawn up yet, they still can't get his identity right? What were you planning Mr. Moench? Even back then?) 

Moon Knight doesn't say anything, simply watches the wolf freak out in his cage. 

Jack's sister yells at him. Accusing him of selling Jack to people who want to "turn him into the murderer he's always feared he would become! The murderer he's always fought to avoid--Even when it tore his soul in two!!" 

"Don't listen to her, Marc. Sure, he's her brother... But he's still just a freak--just a beast... Why worry about a beast?" 

Narration: Moon Knight took the money... And stared at me again... 

"Just a beast, all right... But at least a cleaner and more honest beast than you slimy slugs! At least he's a beast with guts! A beast who fights ony to be free! And that's the kind of fight I support, Lard-Butts!!" 

Moon Knight kicks open the bars! That's one hell of a kick. 

The wolf is loose! And the Moon Knight has changed sides! 

I gotta respect that one member in the back... 

"But I... I don't even carry a gun! I'm just a businessman! You guys dragged me into this werewolf deal because you said it would be good for the economy!" 

"We're ALL businessmen, Hicks!" 

"Yeah--And you're all goin' outta business now!! Especially your two-ton leader.. So I'd advise him to get his lard in gear--Unless he wants it kicked from here to Monterey!" -Moon Knight. 

Narration: The Silver one--The one with the PAIN. He was the one I wanted... But he ducked. 

The wolf soars past Moon Knight and attacks one of the men with guns. 

"Sorry, Fido--But if there's one thing I've learned, it's more fun fightin' with you than against you-- So go get 'em Tiger!" 

"Holy Smokes! Almost forgot the two chicks Frenchie nabbed... With allthe lead flyin' around here, they're liable to turn into swiss cheese." 

Good job Marc. You're doing great there. 

He cuts the two girls down and tells them to make a run for it. 

"But what about Jack?" Jack's sister cries out. 

"Just get outta here! He can take care of himself!" Moon Knight shoos them away. 

"Come ON, Lissa. I don't know what turned that man from a villain into a hero, but he's right--! At this point, Jack has a far better chance than we do--" 

The girls get out and Moon Knight and the Wolf keep fighting through the bad guys. 

Narration: On our own or not, the committee was falling to pieces. Most ran. Others fell. The Moon Knight seemed to geta kick out of it, batling like some gayblade swashbuckler straight from Errol Flynn country... 

(What)

"And Another gabardine hits the dust!" 

(What?) 

(I'mma play it straight with you... The 1970s language is 100% a thing. It's even better when you remember Marc is from Chicago so all this is probably said with a pretty stiff chicago accent and I'm crying cause I'm trying not to laugh so hard right now. I’ll just let you read through those lines yourself and slap a strong chicago or new york accent on that.) 

ANYWAYS….. 

Moon Knight punts the guy to the wolf who lets off a little steam on him. 

All the bad guys are taken care of. This just leaves Moon Knight and the Wolf in the room alone. 

Narration: Fatso hit the floor like rubberized Jello, and when the quivering stopped...it was just the two of us. I growled, softly...

"Now wait a minute, Pal. You 'n me just fought together. That makes us brothers of the blood where I come from... Where's your sense of camaraderie? Even Frenchie's got some o' that." 

Marc... 

"All right--If that's the way you feel about it, I'm going' I'm goin'! I may've fought you for ten grand--But I sure ain't gonna do it for free...!" 

....he jumps out the window. 

"And they used to say I was antisocial... I'll send you a bill for the cape, Pal. Ciao!" 

(and they did send a Bill to fix that cape. A Bill Sienkiewicz to be exact.) 

WELP. I’m sorry to tell you I don’t know if Buck will live or walk again. (I’m sure he’s fine). But this ends Moon Knight in Werewolf by Nigh! 

He appears in several things before 1980 when he gets his own official run. He pops in with the Hulk (in that run we meet Randall. Then say goodbye to Randall) and he also gets a few spotlights. 

The fact that he was supposed to be a one time villain and in just TWO issues, we got so much characterization and tidbits of back story (I’d love to explore that antisocial comment he made back there.) that they couldn’t help but give him more chances. I swear, in these two issues, we got a better look at Moon Knight than I’ve seen certain OTHER writers give him! 

And if I hadn’t of fallen in love with him back when I did, just reading through these couple of issues would have me head over heels. His tenacity, his poor decisions, his repeated trip into the water… This man came out fighting for his life and he’s he went out fighting. 

Here’s to you, Moon Knight. The only person in the whole Marvel Universe stupid enough to fight a werewolf for a solid night and then try to make friends with that werewolf. 

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Please spare h/cs about moon boys and stalker!reader 🔥

(Since now i’ll start to sign as 💀)

I think I'll call you... Skully (?

Marc Spector:

*Very good at noticing something's wrong and someone is following him.

*Either way, he believes in "ask first, hit later" and makes some moves to face you.

*He's a little confused, why are you following him? You look like anything but a criminal or a merc or... well, a menace, to be honest.

*"You better stop what you're doing" he warns you, towering but never touching you. Like, compared to him, you're small and with an obvious lack of physical strenght to take him down.

*...Not like his words are going to stop you. The main problem is, the next time you met, he's being Moon Knight and it scares you to death, because everyone knows the legend of this white-suited vigilante who's pure violence and doesn't bat an eye when punishing criminals. "What did I tell you?" he grunts after saving you in one of those nights you were behind his heels and faced by accident a gang.

*Marc doesn't know what to think of you. You're obviously a little flee wasting your time in a creepy hobbie, but you're mostly harmless and very clumsy if he noticed you so fast. And deep inside, wants to know why are you so interested in him.

Steven Grant:

*Is more likely he learns about your doings by other's mouths than by himself. Like, you've been visiting the museum or just walking around for days and the security personal is getting worried about that.

*He had run a couple of times onto you by accident (from him, you were getting closer on purpose) and slow but surely, begins to notice your presence is very common. And, well, you're in London, a big city, it can't be a coincidence.

*Probably you were too obvious this time, for he approaches you with his usual good nature ("Hello... can I help you? Noticed you've been around for a'while...") and the duel of socially anxious people begins between both of you.

*Impossible to know what happened, did you invite him, did he invite you? Anyways, you arrange a date and actually show up, and you make a huge effort to not show how obsessed you've been with him since the past weeks.

*But your plan of acting normal fails when you met him as Mr. Knight (probably in a less dangerous situation than the mentioned with Marc) and you confess, feeling embarrased for being caught, your past behavior.

*"Yes, they could be a crazy criminal, dunno, they look very nice and -I've never felt in danger these weeks. But it's funny, don't you think? Having someone looking upon you? I should be more careful, I know, but... they're nice, if we just ignore they're a little unhinged" (Steven talking to Crowley about you)

Jake Lockley:

*Nothing escapes from his sight. Jake can feel when someone's around him, and yes, he noticed you since the first time you began to follow him.

*He's generous, and gives you some space for your doings, pretending he's not aware of your not-so-far presence. But it's just a game, you soon become the prey and he corners you in an alley, without any intend of being nice.

*"Entonces..." he whispers while showing you he's armed, one hand keeping you pressed against a wall "you're a little mouse, following me for all the city, and don't try to deny it. Tell me, why?"

*He has reasons to be this extra, maybe thinking you're part of Harrow's cult searching for revenge after his death. If you don' answer quick, or he's not sure you're being honest, he'll search for things on you than can be considered a menace, including your phone, where you probably have some not very well taken photos.

*At this point you're probably about to burst in tears, Jake can scare the sh*t out of anyone even if he's not being directly aggresive. "I'm s-sorry, I... I won't bother you again, please, just... I just..." you mumble. He shushes you with his gloved hand caressing your face "Tranquila, ratoncita ("Calm down, little mouse"), I'm not going to hurt you... Just getting sure you're not being a problem, okay?"

*The predator becoming the prey goes further. Now you're the one being stalked by Jake, who wants to be sure you're not part of something that may damage him or the other Moon boys, and of course he's far better in this than you. But, to be honest, he felt a little pleased with the idea of you going after him because you liked him, yes, you're not a very normal person, but so isn't him...

[woltourney]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 8

Rigel Orionis / Ragdoll (@thegreatyin) v. Syla (@mistdrinkersblade)

Rigel Orionis / Ragdoll:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. 'Rigel Orionis', but it's really just a name he came up with on the spot- outside of the game universe, he's just referred to as Ragdoll. For the purposes of poll naming, feel free to use either/or. He/they pronouns. He does have an in-universe lore-accurate name, but Rigel is just what he goes by.

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Fluffy humanoid beast? Catperson? He thinks?? Everyone calls him a "milk quote" something and at this point he's too far in to just turn around and ask. (Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te)

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Canonically switches them up depending on expansion. Started as a Black Mage, went Red Mage in Heavensward, swapped between Machinist and Dancer in Stormblood, and currently (because I'm not at Endwalker yer) mains both Reaper and Dark Knight in Shadowbringers. I'd imagine his "true" main is probably just Red Mage, with maybe a hint of DRK in there for spice.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal, Goblin! I'd love to hang with people sometime. There's so many scales left to grind for that damn Rathalos mount.

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. (No major spoilers aside from vague Stormblood references!) Rigel is! A jerk! He's always been a little jerk at heart, and regardless of setting, he always falls back to being a little jerk… on the outside. He's smug, cocky, insults you for fun- the physical embodiment of every terrible gay twink at every gay bar ever. And then sometimes he's alone and starts randomly sobbing. And sometimes he's cuddly and desperate for affection. And sometimes he's intensely devoted to the people he's decided are his family, even to the point of death. And sometimes he's just deeply lonely. There's a lot of suitcases upon suitcases to unpack, here. Once upon a time, in the midst of some guy's ambiguous tragic backstory, he suddenly woke up in the wastelands of Carteneau with no idea where he was or how he got there. After coming to the terms with the fact of being a catboy, they decided to take up odd jobs and favors around the first place they ended up traveling to- some weird obscure city called "Ul'dah". Eventually they ran into some equally-obscure guy called Thancred, and the rest is the plot of the universally acclaimed MMO with an unlimited free trial going up to level 60 including the award winning expansion Heavensward. They are. Mixed. On the whole "being a hero" thing. He really just wanted to go home, but suddenly he's saddled with two teenagers, a job, and a weird blond stalker with a rampant masochism streak. Also the crippling identity and existential crisis, but shhhh, those haven't hit him yet. A universal trait of Rigel is that he likes to sing. I didn't list Bard as one of his canonical jobs, but I can see him unironically picking it up as a genuine stress reducer. He has a thing for music, and art, and history, and reading, and all combinations of the four. That aside, he probably delights in the little mundane things the most, like building a rock collection or taking a relaxing nature walk.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Win? I'm winning? Who??"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. He's an unrelated OC (named Rigel Alphoris-Orionis, go figure) that I decided to import into FFXIV as a semi-joke when I wasn't sure if I was going to stick with the game. By the end of ARR, I ended up going all-in on the concept of him being the unfortunate protagonist of life, and now in my personal canon he is quite literally just that OC isekaied against his will into Eorzea. Terrible personality and all. And his soul is puppeteering a corpse Ascian-style, but nobody (including him) actually knows that yet.

Syla:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Syla (He/Him)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Rava Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Gunbreaker

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal - Balmung

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. A member of Lente's Tears who was kicked out for a premature / failed assassination attempt on Legatus Noah van Gabranth. Fled to Eorzea to seek help in freeing his homeland of Dalmasca, only to get picked up by the Scions like a stray cat. He enjoys being a hero, although it does get a bit tiring after so often to him. But Syla enjoys being a beacon of hope and relief for others.. His free time is spent either working and tinkering on his gunblade and cartridges or training with allies.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "Why shouldn't I win? You don't face the things I've seen and walk away a from mere contest of affections empty handed."

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #40: And Now the... NIGHT SHIFT!

January, 1989

What a kooky band of villains for our heroes to tangle with. I'm pretty sure one of them is Candle- well, a guy named candle something. I have a post to write here, I can't afford to get kidnapped.

And one of them is Has Watch Will Travel? And a Hollywood werewolf? One of the Monarch's Murderflies from Venture Bros?

Weird.

But the regular writer was fired partway through the last issue and the new subplot he was setting up was unceremoniously taken out back and shot. Byrne is taking over the book with unlucky number 42.

So that means two issues to either spin the wheels or try to deal with what lingering plot threads are left.

I think the only lingering plot thread is the Mockingbird divorce, vengeful cowboy ghost thing.

I don't know if DeFalco called dibs on wrapping up the Mockingbird/Phantom Rider subplot or whether Gruenwald just didn't want to deal with it but in issue 40 we get wheel spinning. And then in issue 41, DeFalco and Macchio deal with the loose thread just before Byrne comes in.

So since this is a fill-in issue, what do we need to know?

Last times on West Coast Avengers: A lot happened but the relevant bits are that due to a disagreement over creepy stalker cowboy manslaughter, Mockingbird quit/was fired from the West Coast Avengers and took Tigra and Moon Knight with her. Scarlet Witch and Vision joined the team so that the WCA wouldn't just be Hawkeye and Wonder Man. Mantis looked like she was going to join but her only supporter, Steve Englehart, was fired and she was shoved out the door.

Mockingbird's team is still just kinda hanging around. They're Notvengers but keep fighting the good fight. Despite Mockingbird's moral stand that its okay to manslaughter cowboys sometimes, its not like she and her team have gone around manslaughtering other people. They're just a trio of like-minded Notvengers.

And when Mockingbird sees a weirdo burying people in the road, well, that's the kind of thing superheroes stick their nose into.

Mockingbird: "Ahh! This is what I live for... Throwing myself into a situation where the slightest misstep means disability or death. ... Pushing myself to the limit... and gambling that my all is enough to handle whatever I'm up against."

And what she's up against is a Frankenstein looking dude called the Digger who likes 1) digging, 2) telling scary stories to captive audiences, 3) and apparently being a zombie.

He's really annoyed when Mockingbird shows up and interrupts story time and tries to wallop her with his shovel.

She ultimately beats him with slapstick.

And takes him and the dudes he had buried in the road to the police to sort out.

Outside of LA, the rest of the Night Shift gang meets in a spooky Victorian manor called the Tower of Shadows. I don't think a manor is a tower but the house does have a tower.

Tower of Shadows is also the name of a Marvel horror mag. Digger was a horror host.

I know Marvel loves recycling its not superhero characters into the superhero context. Archie-ripoff Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat and so on.

But a horror host winding up on a supervillain team but still taking opportunities to force people to hear his spooky stories is a step above.

Its apparently later established that in-universe Digger was the horror host for a TV show called, yup, Tower of Shadows.

Fun minutiae.

Lets go around the table really quick.

The guy with the giant needle is named Needle. He has a paralyzing gaze. I have no idea what this has to do with needles but he also likes to sew people's mouths shut.

Dancing lady is Dansen Macabre. She has the power to dansen, in a macabre way. Also she can hypnotize or kill people who watch her dance.

Guy with the towering blond hair is Misfit. He's big 'n tough.

The guys with the high red collars and yet no corresponding capes are the Brothers Grim. They conjure items that are kinda sorta like things from fairy tales.

The guy that DOES have a cape is Tatterdemalion. He can rot paper and cloth with a touch thanks to gloves soaked in chemicals.

Behind him is Jack Russell terror, Werewolf-by-Night. Bad doggo.

And rounding out the table is Tick Tock. He's basically Destiny. Mystique's wife who can read ahead in the script? Yeah, Tick Tock is that but not as good.

And arriving is Gypsy Moth, who has an awkward name and POWER OVER FIBERS. Also, she later changes her name to Skein, probably because her first one was awkward but Lymantria Dispar Dispar doesn't roll off the tongue and Spongy Moth (the new Entomological Society of America approved name) doesn't strike fear in her enemies. So I'll roll with the name Skein.

West Coast Avengers acquaintance the Shroud runs this group of lower case-m misfits but he's not here right now.

Skein flies in and reports that she's heard rumor that when Digger was shaking down the Calamari Brothers, Mockingbird the Avenger beat the crap out of him and arrested him!

Clearly, such an insult can't stand!

Night Shift debates finding out where Digger is being held and busting him out but Shroud told them not to cause fuss with the cops when he's not around.

Tatterdemalion proposes they all go beat the shit out of the Avengers. Sure, Shroud told them not to mess with the Avengers either. But he's not here right now, is he?

Dansen Macabre: "I agree, Tatterdemalion! And as deputy leader in the Shroud's absence, I say it is high time we taught those daylight glory-grabbers the lesson that all of the Los Angeles underworld has learned -- don't mess with the Night Shift!"

This is amazing, for really dumb reasons.

It will later be retconned in that Well Actually, Evil Parent Gang the Pride controlled the West Coast but that they laid low to not get grief from superheroes before they (the Pride) could destroy the world (which they didn't actually manage).

That means they were lying low while jokers like Night Shift were swaggering around claiming to own this town.

Big, serious no nonsense supervillains like the Pride having to hold their tongues in the face of these goobers! Its amazing.

Anyway, since Night Shift are clearly people who hold to Aesthetic over all else, they of course drive everywhere in hearses. The whole team piles into two hearses and drives to the West Coast Avengers Compound.

Since Tick Tock is reading ahead in the script, he directs Night Shift how to use their powers to confound the security system. Including having Skein disassemble the fiber optics. Power over fiber is scary.

Since the West Coast Avengers Compound is a bunch of buildings, Night Shift just picks the closest one to storm.

Unfortunately, it's the bungalow for the support staff and a returning Joachin Mendez and a newly introduced Yolanda Russo get taken hostage.

Yolanda hears the ruckus and manages to hit the alarm before the Werewolf OH YEAHS through her door.

The intruder alarm alarms, alarming Hawkeye who was napping on a couch, presumably in the monitor room.

Hawkeye puts out an AVENGERS ASSEMBLE on the intercom.

It wakes up Scarlet Witch and Vision. Vision goes off to see what's wrong, leaving Wanda with the children.

She worries that if there's actually a real problem, the West Coast Avengers might be in trouble. There's only four people on the team right now. Wonder Man isn't even at the compound because he had a Hollywood social function. Presumably to promote his movie. Which changed names apparently. There's a poster for Arkon IV: Barbarian Berserkers. But it was subtitled the Goblin Pit last time we got a title for it. Probably because the writer change.

So four person team. Wonder Man not here. Scarlet Witch left with the babies. That only leaves Hawkeye and Vision. A two-person... well team feels like the wrong word. A dynamic duo maybe.

Tick-Tock uses his clock powers to predict Vision is approaching and will beat up the Brothers Grimm if they use wacky weapons funny foam or exploding eggs.

The brothers user the twinkie-dust which somehow can congeal intangible Vision and force him to the ground.

Hawkeye tries to shoot flare arrow (flarrows) to light up the Brothers Grimm so he can shoot them with different arrows. But Skein unravels Hawkeye's bowstring.

The two heroes become surrounded by the entire Night Shift (minus Shroud and Digger, but, eh, semantics). Plus, Needle has Yolanda as a hostage!

Night Shift having a hostage doesn't seem to faze Hawkeye though. He hucks a adhesive arrowhead at Skein, gunking up her wings.

Unfortunately, Skein doesn't use her moth wings to actually fly. Its just Aesthetic.

She's holding herself up with her fabric telekinesis. And she demonstrates by yoinking Hawkeye up into the air by his costume. Which I have to imagine has wedgy-like characteristics.

Vision still can't intangible because of the twinkie-dust. And is soon set upon by Werewolf, Tatterdemalion, and Misft. And Hawkeye is being menaced by the Brothers Grimm.

So Vision uses SOLAR BEAM to evaporate the Brothers' magic clouds. They fall and WHUMMMP on the floor. And Hawkeye throws an explosive arrow to knock Misfit off Vision.

Teamwork! Or, hmm, duowork.

MEANWHILE, back at L.A., Mockingbird rejoins Moon Knight and Tigra in Moon Knight's Moonwing.

Mockingbird reports her Digger arrest to her two fellow Notvengers. And then starts thinking aloud.

Digger supposedly works on Night Shift for the Shroud. And Mockingbird can't figure that guy out.

Hawkeye offered membership to the Shroud once but the guy seems like a criminal. Mockingbird always told Hawkeye they needed to arrest the guy or help him clear his name. She just doesn't get why the West Coast Avengers never busted him!

I'm not sure why Hawkeye didn't tell the other Avengers what the deal is with Shroud. Seems a weird omission.

Anyway, Moon Knight knows that Night Shift operates out of the Tower of Shadows so he decides the Notvengers should find out what Shroud's deal is once and for all.

And its his Moonwing so....

Back at the fight, Skein threatens to drop Hawkeye from a hundred feet off the ground. And Dansen Macabre sexy dances at Vision despite his protestations that sexy-based attacks don't work on him because he's an artificial human.

BUT: HERE SHE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY!

Scarlet Witch: "Sure would be improbable if gravity went wild -- and one person were suddenly pulled to Earth at great speed -- while another floated down like a leaf! But improbabilities become realities when the Scarlet Witch is around!"

Yeah, since the West Coast Avengers have an actual staff, Wanda got Jorge to watch the kids so she could come help Vision and Hawkeye.

And then five seconds later, the Brothers Grimm throw magic beans which explode into giant cotton balls. Wanda gets trapped in the cotton with Skein manipulating the fibers so her arms are stuck at her side.

And Needle uses Paralyze Gaze to freeze Hawkeye from running to help Scarlet Witch.

Womp womp.

With the West Coast Avengers defeated, Dansen Macabre states Night Shift's demands.

They want:

Digger to be released by the police and all charges dropped.

That's it.

And if the WCA do this, then Night Shift will release their Yolanda hostage.

Hawkeye now has no idea what this is about. He has no idea who Digger is or why Night Shift would think the Avengers have anything to do with him.

A Brother Grimm tells Werewolf by Night to try to sniff out more Avengers. I mean, only three Avengers? That's not much of a team!

Meanwhile, with the Notvengers breaking into the Tower of Shadows.

They get a net dropped on them.

I mean, Tigra and Moon Knight can rip through it because its meant for more mundane intruders.

Also: apparently: Khonshu being in the driver's seat is not a secret anymore? Tigra references to him as "an Egyptian God in a man's bod" so.

After escaping the net, the Notvengers head down the spiral staircase towards the hideout.

Tigra comments that it doesn't smell like anyone's been here for about two hours.

Mockingbird says it figures that a group called the Night Shift would be working at night.

The Notvengers finds Night Shift's meeting room which helpfully has all their stolen loot on the table as well as a note from Dansen Macabre to the Shroud.

Basically just saying 'hey, we've gone to pick a fight with the West Coast Avengers, feel free to pitch in.'

Tigra suggests going to help the West Coast Avengers or at least calling and giving a heads-up.

Mockingbird suggests an alternate plan.

The Notvengers lay in wait for Night Shift to come back and Hawkeye can go fuck himself.

If he was happy leaving the gang alone to do their thing, then he can enjoy having a play date with them.

Also, this creepy mansion doesn't have a phone and cell phones aren't in wide use yet.

But one gets the sense that its mostly spite.

Back at the West Coast Avengers Compound, Hawkeye still has no fucking idea what Night Shift is talking about.

Of course, he's too paralyzed to say so.

Dansen Macabre tells Hawkeye that Night Shift is going to take off with their hostage so make sure to tell his wife to keep her nose out of Night Shift business.

And NOW Hawkeye understands.

Anyway, Wonder Man suddenly shows up to save the day.

Just plows through the entire Night Shift and saves Yolanda.

Tick Tock didn't predict this because... I guess his powers are based on eyesight?

Whatever, precog powers are broken anyway.

Wonder Man and Vision tear apart the cotton balls, freeing Scarlet Witch.

Misfit attacks Wonder Man both physically and emotionally by telling him his last movie sucked. Wonder Man ends up just punching the dude because he's strong but not Wonder Man strong.

That's the pattern. Wonder Man lets himself get beaten up for a while and then goes 'bee tee dubs, I've been sandbagging.'

Hawkeye throws some smoke arrowheads to blind Tick Tock and Werewolf-by-Night.

Vision punches out Needle and Tatterdemalion. They're basically normal dudes, in terms of their ability to take a punch. But Dansen Macabre dances and mesmerizes him. Despite his claims of immunity to sexy-based mind control.

Scarlet Witch locks down the Brothers Grimm and Skein by magicing their tricks back at them.

And for an encore, she goes and punches Dansen Macabre in the back of the head for sexy dancing at her husband.

That's her job, dammit!

Meanwhile, the Shroud arrives at the tower of Shadows and goes dammit the West Coast Avengers have broken into my sanctum and are touching my stuff! >=[

Tigra is specifically touching his itemized list of loot, which carefully spells out what criminals the loot was stolen from and how much.

Mockingbird quips that Night Shift is a "mob of monsters with M.B.A.'s."

Tigra then smells Shroud which means he can't just keep lurking watching them touch his stuff. So he switches right to spooky mode.

Shroud: "You have violated the inner sanctum of the Shroud! Speak your business at once!"

Mockingbird tells him to come out of the shadows because she doesn't like conversations with people she can't see. So Shroud just tells her to enjoy talking to herself and fucks off.

He managed to sense the note from Dansen Macabre so he's going to go bail out his team instead of talking to the people getting fingerprints on his things.

Back at the West Coast Avengers Compound, having turned the tables on Night Shift, the West Coast Avengers have sat them down in chairs and lectured them about how Mockingbird left the team and what she does doesn't reflect on them.

Seriously. Sat them down in a sullen little classroom setting.

This is amazing.

Wonder Man is confused by Hawkeye's tone of trying to reason with them when they attacked the Avengers. They're crooks. Aren't we going to send them to jail?

But the room is suddenly engulfed in darkness and Shroud tells Night Shift to skedaddle.

Hawkeye manages to pin Shroud with an arrow and get a moment to talk with him during the run away. But Shroud says they'll talk in the usual place in ten minutes.

So Hawkeye lets Night Shift get away. And tells the West Coast Avengers to not try to pursue. To their bafflement and annoyance.

The usual place is apparently the cliffs overlooking the ocean in the West Coast Avengers Compound. Make-Out Cliffs, since that's where Tigra and Moon Knight used to go to make out.

Hawkeye and Shroud don't make out though.

Shroud starts the conversation by going 'okay, none of this was my idea.'

And Hawkeye believes that but he suggests that maybe Shroud can't handle this fake crime-boss game he's playing and can't keep his dangerous gang under control. And if not, maybe he should quit.

Shroud escalates in kind going 'yeah, well you can't keep your wife in line AND she took half the team in the divorce.'

Hawkeye is just surprised that Shroud talked to Mockingbird. Shroud tells him that she's probably still at the Tower of Shadows and gives him the phone number.

BECAUSE THE SPOOKY MANSION HAD A PHONE, MOCKINGBIRD JUST DIDN'T LOOK HARD ENOUGH.

Anyway, contact her. Tell her to stop messing with Night Shift. And this nonsense won't happen again.

Hawkeye: "Know something, Shroudy? That criminal facade of ours is getting pretty shop-worn. I take it you're still not letting your gang know your true colors." Shroud: "Most of them. I still find my cover useful. You fight evil your way, I'll fight it mine. Agreed?" Hawkeye: "Yeah. I'm gonna have to let my troops know the truth about you and your operation, you know." Shroud: "I trust your judgement. Now... farewell."

Okay.

Shroud is pulling a Green Hornet. Infiltrating the underworld to undermine it from within.

Specifically, he's taken a bunch of villains that would otherwise be causing problems and redirected them to target other criminals.

It looks like a gang robbing other gangs but it keeps the real gangs from getting too powerful.

(And somehow the Shroud never learned about the Pride. I suspect the Pride weren't as influential as they claimed, honestly. Claiming they kept the West Coast free of overt villainy to superheroes would lose interest in it kinda ignores everything that ever happened on the West Coast in Marvel.)

Hawkeye has been enabling the Shroud by keeping the West Coast Avengers from going after him. And its not like they didn't have other stuff to occupy their time.

FOR SOME REASON, Hawkeye decided not to tell any of his team that Shroud was pulling a Green Hornet.

Not even his wife, Mockingbird.

When Hawkeye's claimed problem with cowboy manslaughter was that Mockingbird didn't trust him with it.

And he's keeping the Shroud's true motives secret from her for no fucking reason.

Fuck Hawkeye.

But also: probably because of the change in writer.

The Shroud batmans away from the conversation, to Hawkeye's annoyance.

To sync up with Avengers and to bring us right up to the Byrne era, next time is another West Coast Avengers. Let's tie off that dangling cowboy ghost plot thread.

When West Coast Avengers started, I never thought vengeful cowboy ghost would be one of the more long-lasting subplots but here we are.

Follow @essential-avengers for more good times. Well, the same good times. I just reblog the essential avengers posts there so that they're all in a row. Like, reblog, and comment!

[leehestia]

Upcoming works for Astro:

Notes from Author: I mostly make stories based on songs or whatever drama or movie I watch, and some of these won’t be released if I read it again to check and find out that it’s really horrible or cringe so please don’t have high expectations 😭😭😭

- Kim Myungjun / MJ

None yet

- Park Jinwoo / Jinjin

1. Luxurious Love || Rich husband!Jinjin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Synopsis: Park Jinwoo, one of the richest CEO's in South Korea. You're his wife, a humble middle-class woman who is still adapting to this 'rich' environment. You and Jinwoo argue about it, until you finally understand him and you both apologize through words and pleasure.

Notes: Based on “Luxurious” by Gwen Stefani

- Lee Dongmin / Cha Eunwoo

1. It Was Always Her || Toxic boyfriend!eunwoo x reader

Genre: Angst, A little Fluff, Suggestive

Synopsis: You know you're being used, you hated it. But you'd do anything to be with him. You know you're not the one he loves. You know that you just remind him of her. You can't help but let him use you for his comfort. You love him, but he doesn't love you.

Notes: Based on “Glimpse of Us” by Joji

2. The Depth of the Crazy Sea || Stalker!eunwoo x Idol!Oc (Han Hyeseung)

Genre: Angst, Suspense, Yandere

Synopsis: Love is truly unexpected. Who would have thought that your beloved is just like you? Good-looking, rich, popular, crazy, horrific, and most importantly, in love with you. Love can never be predicted. If obsession towards someone is what you call love, then can you really call that… love? Cha Eunwoo, passionate trainee by day and an obsessed stalker by night. Han Hyeseung, a popular idol loved by many who has everything all except love. Under one company, both were casted as the main characters for an upcoming drama, The Depth of the Crazy Sea.

An opportunity for both people to find out more about each other. But what if they already know each other? To be exact, one already knows way too much about the other. Too many things even the other doesn’t know about themselves.

This is what they call love. But if stalking and obsessing towards someone is their own love, can you really call that love? No one knows. After all, no one knows the depth of a crazy sea.

Notes: Me and my friend made this for our creative writing class and it’s in short chapters. Btw if the writing style is so much better than my solo works, it’s bc my friend is 100x better in story writing.

- Moon Bin / Moonbin

1. A random moonbin story lol (I don’t have a name yet 💀💀) || husband!moonbin x wife!reader

Genre: Arranged marriage, smut, angst, fluff

Synopsis: idk yet but basically y’all got arranged marriage and moonbin lieks it but u dont etc etc and u think moonbin is dangerous af.

Notes: I didn’t really prioritize it bc it’s just a random story I made in school out of boredom 😭😭😭

- Park Minhyuk / Rocky

None yet

- Yoon Sanha / Sanha

1. To Be King || Prince!Sanha x Princess!Reader ft. knight!Rocky

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Synopsis: You and the prince from the neighboring land make an agreement to get married so that you may escape the dreadful palace life you both live. Sanha, being completely in love with you, takes advantage of your marriage to build a relationship with you. Rocky, your ex-boyfriend tries to steal you back by creating misinformation about Sanha’s love for you.

Notes: Plot by my cousin @leedongmen 😻😻🫶🫶

2. “You’re too fast!” || hufflepuff!Sanha x gryffindor!Reader

Genre: Hogwarts!au, Fluff, Sports, Humor

Synopsis: Popular quidditch player, Y/N, goes against a weak quidditch player, Sanha, and teaches him how to properly play despite the risk of getting caught.

Notes: idk bro just came up in my head after rewatching harry potter

[legendofzoodles]

LOZ Character Analysis/Rant

Hero of the Wild 2 || The Silent Princess

Link is relatively emotionally intelligent. 

He must have been- at least partly- aware of how uneasy his stoic presence made the Princess. But he either didn’t see it as such a big deal or simply didn’t have the energy to care. 

Eventually he would grow to care a lot about her, as she did him. 

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Strangers to awkward colleagues

“Tomorrow my father is assigning HIM as my appointed knight...”

First impressions would have been respect and indifference, because they would have been strangers who had only heard things about the other before Link became her appointed knight. As suggested by this quote, Zelda probably did not know Link personally before he was promoted to the position of her personal knight. The ‘HIM’ shows that she has heard about him (maybe her father has mentioned him a lot at the dinner table and has compared him to her numerous times- calling him an example to follow etc.) and has already formed this image of him being a perfect fit for his role. It comes of as negative too, meaning that she’s disliked him long before she’s even met him.

I wonder if other members of the Royal court feel that way about him too.

Link’s promotion must have occurred just under a year before the Calamity. This would give him and Zelda enough time to go through the motions of being strangers to awkward work colleagues to eventually friends and close confidants. That sort of development takes time, especially considering how guarded the two were and how much Zelda disliked Link before the Yiga incident. 

Would Link, like the rest of the Royal Court, look down on Zelda for not focusing on her duty and not being able to use her sealing power? Would he resent Zelda for her lack of success in training? 

No, not at all. They’re are in the same boat.

Officially, the King ordered him to be her appointed knight, but I can’t help but theorize that Link’s real job was to essentially keep tabs on Zelda and inform her father of what she was up to, as well as protect her. This would explain the strange way he’s always following her around. Even though the King is aware of Zelda shulking off her divine responsibilities to do science stuff, he may not know the extent of it. Of course, since there’s no big scene where the King forbides Zelda from doing Sheikah stuff (yet), it can be assumed that Link didn’t snitch on Zelda, and kept quiet about her activities. 

Her attitude to the whole destiny thing probably made sense to him. She can’t unlock her powers, so she’s trying her best to do what she can in the areas she excels. Her dedication to doing what she can would’ve been admirable to him. Also, it is implied in Zelda’s diary that Link has failed and gotten frustrated before; he knows those feelings well and probably sticks around not just as a part of his job but also to support the princess. Be there for her on hand when she needs his help.

If you read part 1 then this can be linked to the night his parents were slaughtered during a blood moon and the fact that his inadequacy/ fear meant he failed to save them. Any frustrations could arise from regretting taking things easy in the years after, before he pulled the Master Sword.

Although to Zelda, who has no idea what lies under the surface, this would come off as some silent dude who follows her everywhere, almost like a stalker, and is completely unreadable. And she believes that he detests her because of her incompetence at filling out her role. Link is probably aware that him following her around might be stifling and unnerving for her seeing as how he’s making no attempt to break the ice, but beyond that is ignorant of what lies under surface of her perfect princess demeanour.

Yikes, look at the distance between them in that cutscene. And you can’t just say that he’s making sure she’s safe or being protective of her- there’s no reason for him to lag that far behind. There can’t even be the excuse of him being respectful of royal etiquette, because this is the same guy who has no problem with hoping on the tables of shopkeepers. 

To be fair, Link wouldn’t be too fussed about Zelda and her feelings because he’s got his own shit to deal with. He’s got to balance his public image, daily training, the weight of great expectations, staying in the king’s favour and proving himself to those who don’t believe in his skill. He’d be more focused on perfecting his craft and making sure he’s properly prepared to for the battle to come.

“[...] he seemed confused by my anger.” (shrine memory)

From this quote from the princess, we can see that Link was genuinely taken aback by her outburst, during the shrine cutscene where she yells ‘at him without restraint’. Maybe he was confused because he believed that Zelda at least tolerated his presence. Or perhaps he was shocked that the Zelda could shout like that since in public she had presented herself as quiet and calm- the perfect royal daughter. 

Also, whether he knew her anger was directed at him due to jealousy or thought that she was just lashing out, is up to the player to decide. I think it’s the latter, because he’d have no reason to think that she hated him. From his perspective he’s done nothing wrong (and he hasn’t, apart from the crime of merely existing I guess) and has just been following orders. Regardless of which of these interpretations you choose, what remains consistent is that he wouldn’t yet clock that this would stem from her worries and insecurities.

To sum up that part of their relationship: both were more concentrated on themselves than the other, and where Link was open to supporting Zelda, the princess in question wanted nothing to do with him.

Awkward colleagues to close friends

Link saves Zelda from the yiga soldiers it’s literally his job. Personally, I don’t know why it was some great eye opener to her, seeing as how the alternative for not doing what he did would be letting her die, which would doom the kingdom. Surely, she is aware that she’s invaluable right? 

That being said, it was probably the sheer ferocity and speed at which he came to her side that made her start warming to him. Maybe she didn’t expect him to be so quick. Ooh, perhaps after the tussle, instead of scolding her for running off on her own/giving her the cold shoulder, he was patient and attentive (asking if she was hurt and stuff). She anticipated an argument but instead received kindness. 

From there they finally start moving towards a friendship. As stated in her diary, Zelda essentially makes all the first moves to get him to open up. This suggests that he still felt the need to keep up that persona around her. Maybe he felt that by projecting strength it’d be inspiring for her or be like a pillar of stability for her. That or he didn’t see the yiga incident as anything special and it was just business as usual until she suddenly started being friendly towards him- and that initially caught him off guard. Could be both. 

However, she eventually got him to open up and it’s a good thing that she did. Considering how much he ends up confiding in her, it’s clear he needed someone to talk to and with them sharing a destiny, she’s in the perfect position to understand him. 

The fact that she’s able to say, “[...] he’s quite a glutton,” means that they’ve eaten together which shows their building trust and comfort. I suppose they didn’t take meals together before Zelda found this out. It also shows that Link isn’t afraid to be himself when he’s eating- i.e. stuffing his face like the eating animation in BoTW (which is adorable, who wouldn’t find that endearing?). I like to think that since drawing the sword, Link has always eaten alone, had it been the only time he could let loose. And at this point, was comfortable with letting the princess see that side of him.

By taking more of an interest in his  life, Zelda prompts Link to take more of an interest in her life. He becomes more involved in her struggles and empathizes with her. Like the memory cutscene where she breaks down while praying at the Spring of Power. You can just about see Link turn his head in her direction to listen in better or maybe gauge her body language. By now he cares, he doesn’t want to see her suffer and he probably wishes he could do more than just stand there. He turns around to face her at the end after she says, “What’s wrong with me?”, which is the natural reaction to hearing someone who’s in pain. 

Bet he gives her a big hug and assures her it’s not her fault. I would if I were him. I don’t think he’d blame Hylia or hate her or anything like that. Can’t be her fault, after all the Goddess wouldn’t allow the destruction of her people and purposefully withhold the sacred power from Zelda. It has to be Zelda’s fault. 

This isn’t to throw shade, it makes her really relatable to me. She understands that she has a role to play and knows how important it is, but her heart isn’t in it. She doesn’t want to play part she’s given and thus can’t unlock it. It’s interesting that Flora is the only Zelda in the entire series to not embrace her destiny, the fact that she runs away from her duties shows a lack of wisdom. 

He begins to realise that the burden she carries is just as heavy as his, which recontectualises (but doesn’t excuse) her previous treatment of him (seriously, I hope she apologised for being so cold). He would would finally make him see how poorly her father has been treating her- not that he’d have been blind to it, just ignorant and therefore uncaring (or maybe he was too blinded by respect). 

Take the memory cutscene where the King finally puts his foot down and demands that Zelda focus all her time and energy on her Goddess training (maybe he realised that Link was feeding him false information and found out how much time Zelda was actually spending on the Sheikah tech). Link probably wanted to interject and defend Zelda, and I feel like the only reasons he didn’t were because he would get in more trouble with the King- which would lead to a whole slew of problems- and because he kind of agreed with him.

Sorry, I know I just said that Link didn’t hold anything against Zelda at all...but spending months going along with her scientist escapades would have become irritating at some point (btw he can sympathise with her while also feeling a little annoyed, those aren’t mutually exclusive). He respects her resolve to contribute to the cause, but a small part of him must feel annoyed that she can’t unlock the power and runs away from that responsibility.

Not unlocking her powers in time simply wasn’t an option.

Her constant travelling would also cut into his training time, giving him less time to focus on honing his techniques and learning to use the sword better. Remember, Link doesn’t have a mentor that can specifically help him understand the Master Sword, he’s left to figure it out on his own, and by being glued to Zelda, he doesn’t have the breathing space to do that. 

Remember the memory cutscene where Link is training in the rain and Zelda is commenting on his career path? Why do you think they are in that situation to begin with? Well possibly, Zelda went out to do field work for research, ran out of time and thus the two got caught in the rain. This would’ve eaten into Link’s training time, so he decided to risk a cold and train anyway than skip out. He even keeps swinging his sword even when the princess is talking to him (which would be disrespectful, but again shows how comfortable they are with each other now), only stopping when she starts projecting and relating his situation to hers. I know she was upset in that scene, but her way or opening up just kind of felt like a jab at Link for so easily following his father’s path. Which shows a bit of nuance in their dynamic, even though they are friendly and close now, there’s still a bit of conflict: Link feels frustrated that Zelda is holding him and the kingdom back and she still can’t shake the jealousy and inadequacy she feels because of him. 

Link looks like he’s smiling here, and just look at how attentively he’s listening to her. Ahh so cute!

The duo’s ride to Sanidin Park doesn’t seem to be mission based and instead seems like just a fun little outing for the two. Zelda remarks that Link gave her horse tips, again showing their friendship, and I like to think that it was in retaliation of her hammering biology knowledge into him during their countless field trips. Link did take an interest in her pseudo-lectures. As shown in the silent princess memory cutscene, where he’s right next to her soaking up the information rather than going off to do something else or keeping watch from a distance. 

They probably took horse-riding trips like these quite often to take their minds off things, the closer they got to the arrival of the Calamity. I like to think they were Link’s idea.

Once they became friends they clearly enjoyed each other’s company. Zelda felt close enough to the point where she fell in love with Link (rip Kass’ mentor) and on Link’s end...it’s again up to the player! 

Whether or not you ship Zelink is up to you. There are pieces in place like Link’s Sheikah slate entries (in the Japanese version the info dump for main quests and side quests are written in first person from Link’s POV like diary entries, and there’s a lot about Link’s character you can decypher from those texts) and the Silent Princess symbolism that can support the ship if you choose to read into it that way.

As for me...? I don’t really ship Zelink (tbh I don’t ship any rendition). Instead, I see a strong yet flawed friendship, full of conflict, changes and areas to develop. The fanart do be super cute though.

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Thanks for reading! If you have any questions or want to discuss more then feel free to comment! :)

Part 1

Masterlist

[asmodeus-snoof]

Kin-g Dedede!

a playlist by Dee!

[ spotify link | youtube link ]

seeing that there didn't seem to be a lot of dedede themed playlists around, and inspired by my own post, I decided to share a personal playlist based on the great king!

I hope you enjoy it!

[more info and tracklist under the cut]

personally, I would recommend listening to the youtube version of the playlist, as the spotify version doesn't have all the songs available.

[tracklist!]

1. Kin Related Songs!

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out — The Smiths

Saturn — Sleeping At Last

Home — Josef Salvat

Honeydew — Leather Tramp

Lost With You — Patrick Watson

High — Young Rising Sons

Choice — Jack Stauber

Tired — Skott

Bend & Break — Keane

Achilles Come Down — Gang of Youths *

Hey Lover — The Daughters of Eve

Icarus — Bastille

Fractions — Juniper Vale

Is It You — Crush 40

Sólo Soy Una Persona — Mecano

Freaks — Surf Curse

The Killing Moon — Echo & The Bunnymen

:) — Policías y Ladrones

Hot Rod — Dayglow

2. Dedede Songs!

| Spring Breeze |

Roar of Dedede — Hirokazu Ando, Jun Ishikawa

The Tradition — Halsey

Are You Satisfied? — MARINA

Bad Reputation — Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

Primadonna — MARINA

Emperor's New Clothes — My Chemical Romance

Oh No! — MARINA

Run The World!!! — Dayglow

Boys Will Be Bugs — Cavetown

King Dedede Theme — Jun Ishikawa

Nobody — Besomorph

Mr. Fear — SIAMÉS

Stop and Stare — OneRepublic

Everybody Hurts — R.E.M.

Gold — Imagine Dragons

|| The Fountain Of Dreams ||

Gourmet Race — Jun Ishikawa

Midas — Skott

Who Can It Be Now? — Men At Work

Masked Dedede Theme — Jun Ishikawa, Hirokazu Ando

Choice — Jack Stauber

Inner Demons — Julia Brennan

Nowhere Man — The Beatles

No Rain — Blind Melon

Staying Up — The Neighborhood

The King and the Sun — Jun Ishikawa, Hirokazu Ando

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want This Time — The Smiths

False Direction — Dayglow

Baby Hotline — Jack Stauber

Arsonist's Lullaby — Hozier

Home — Cavetown

Ship in a Bottle — fin

Back to The Cave — Colonel Suns

Viva La Vida — Coldplay

Neon Brother — Nothing But Thieves

M Bosque — Porter

In The Shadows — The Rasmus

Ya No Sé Quién Soy — Alejandro Lerner

Afraid — The Neighborhood

Blow Away — BAECHIGI

King Dedede & Meta Knight Theme — Tokyo Philarmonic Orchestra

||| The Crystal Shards |||

Love Like You — Rebecca Sugar

Everybody's Changing — Keane

Glittering Full Course For the King — Jun Ishikawa

Free As A Bird — The Beatles

Icarus — Emma Blackery

Wake Up Call — Nothing But Thieves

Home — Vince Staples

Dancing in the Dark — Bruce Springsteen

Light — Sleeping At Last

Blackbird — The Beatles

The Author — Roosberg

All Right — Christopher Cross

Jupiter — Sleeping At Last

The Sea — Haevn

|||| Returning to Dreamland ||||

With Four Buddies: Cookie Country — Jun Ishikawa, Hirokazu Ando

Starman — David Bowie

Burnin' For You — Blue Öyster Club

King Of Everything — Dominic Fike

Brothers — SIAMÉS

Here Comes a Thought — Estelle

King — Lauren Aquilina

Have You Ever Seen The Rain — Creedence Clearwater Revival

Ready Now — Dodie

Turnaround — Camille

Dreams — The Cranberries

Constellations — The Oh Hellos

Clash! Mid-Boss Tower — Jun Ishikawa

Hold on Hope — Dan Gautreau

Stars In The Sky — Kid Cudi

Outsider — Eve

Warriors — Imagine Dragons

Glitter and Gold — Barns Courtney

Peace Of Mind — Boston

Underground — SIAMÉS

KING — Kanaria

Heroes — David Bowie

Return to Dreamland — Jun Ishikawa, Hirokazu Ando

Bonus Track: Four Buddies and the Wayfarer — Jun Ishikawa, Hirokazu Ando

3. Ship Songs!

Arthur's Theme — Christopher Cross

Deeper Conversations — Yuna

Head Over Heels — Tears For Fears

Here We Go — Punch Drunk Love

Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't Have) — Buzzcocks

I Threw Glass At My Friend's Eyes And Now I'm On Probation — Destroy Boys

Dangerous — Big Data

Stalker's Tango — Autoheart

Lost Stars — Adam Levine

Clocks — Coldplay

Starlight — ALMA

Sunflower — Post Malone

Lovesong — The Cure

Is This Love? — Survivor

Bad Blood — Bastille

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) — Journey

Boats & Birds — Gregory and The Hawk

Precious — Depeche Mode

Dear Friend — Dayglow

I Love the Stars — The Orion Experience

Always On My Mind — Pet Shop Boys

All The Love In The World — The Outfield

Stray Italian Greyhound — Vienna Teng

Beggin' — Madcon

Creep — Radiohead

Lights Off — Ace Of Hearts

The Promise — When in Rome

Barracuda — Heart

Sweet Tooth — Cavetown

Sweater Weather — The Neighborhood

Meteor Shower — Cavetown

Je te laisserai des mots — Patrick Watson

Ángel — Elefante

Summerlove — David Tavaré

Do I Wanna Know? — Arctic Monkeys

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy — Queen

Everlong — Foo Fighters

Animal — Def Leppard

Sweet Boi — Chevy

Homesick — Cavetown

On Melancholy Hill — Gorillaz

King Dedede — Jazztick

* trigger warning!: "achilles come down" deals with heavy and possibly triggering subjects such as intrusive thoughts and suicidal ideas, so if you're sensitive to those topics I would advise for you to skip this specific song.

[hilarychuff]

🛒 💖 🤡? :)

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

YEARNING. there's so much yearning. and also lots of self-sacrifice and possibly self-loathing. even lighthearted aus often become SAD and DRAMATIC. i am drawn to slightly pathetic blorbos, i find. especially when those pathetic blorbos have extremely internal experiences. lots of overthinking!!!!!

💖 What made you start writing?

lmao in the fourth grade a fortune teller of some sort (tarot reader??? don't recall) told me i was a writer and i was like "lol ya right i am just a reader" but then in fifth grade one of my besties introduced me to the neopets roleplay boards and that was that!!! i think i fell into the hp fandom fairly quickly but i did also at one point join a wolf rp guild for her. but when i started branching off neopets it was all hp. this was actually what i wrote my college application personal essay about lmfao.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

hmmm ok something that made me laugh. let me think. i feel like while i am a very funny person i am rarely writing funny things. `

lots of details about my jonsa princess diaries au make me laugh. the concept of joffrey getting coned. arya having a tv show called "shut up and listen." also the lies i came up with for theon to tell about jon in the press. 

Each time Theon convinces a journalist or reporter that Jon won the seventh grade spelling bee contest with the word brassiere or that Jon volunteers at a soup kitchen each weekend to serve exclusively shrimp cocktail, he comes up with an even more far-fetched lie to try on the next one.

i gave myself some giggles in my jonsa scream au with the easter eggs. named myranda and mya's sorority gamma omega mu like gates of the moon. named harry's fraternity kappa omicron lambda (lambda looks like an upside down v) like knights of the vale. i always have fun coming up with the fraternity/sorority names for stuff.

did the same thing with my hp mediator series au back in the day. omega rho. rho looks like a p. sort of order of the phoenix-y. actually there might be some excerpts in here i think are funny. like i'm very much planning to rewrite this before i ever continue it so all of these excerpts at this point are old but

“Aw, come on, Red, you know all about my high school graduation speech–” (and how does he know she knows that, by the way, if she’s the one that’s the “stalker”? He better not be in her room on her computer when she’s in Sculpture I or eating breakfast in the dining hall or something) “–and my freshman year student government campaign promises. I can’t even know what you’re up to?”

“My name’s not Red,” she barks out before she can bite her tongue, looking up to glare at him.

“Yeah, I know. Lily, right? I heard Remus say it. Anyway, I think Red suits you better,” he continues, shrugging, seemingly unaffected by what she has heard described as her withering stare.

“Yeah, super observant, red hair and all that–” she starts, meaning to call him out on his complete lack of originality, but he stops her in his track with, “Actually, it’s more for the color your face gets when you’re annoyed.”

And that has her face darkening as hot as ever, traitorously proving his point. He grins, looking over to catch her flush in the act, and winks. If he weren’t already dead, she’d be tempted to murder him herself.

also lily agreeing to go to a geek chic party and then discovering she’s actually at an office hoes and ceos party?????

If Lily weren’t so affronted, she’d burst out laughing. “Wait, that’s the theme? You’re telling me I’m an office hoe right now?”

He glances over, takes in her outfit again, and then shakes his head, grinning. “Your skirt’s practically to your knees; you’re definitely the CEO.”

also i mentioned a previous literary-themed drinking party and i had a lot of fun coming up with everyone’s costumes 

She doesn’t remember seeing James there, only Sirius (dressed, of course, as Dorian Grey-Goose), but he must’ve been considering it was his party.

“Oh, I went all out,” she teases.

“Oh yeah? And what were you?”

“Sophie, naturally, and I brought my BFG.”

“Big friendly giant?”

“Big flask of gin.”

That gets a laugh out of him, and she beams at the sound of it.

“And what were you, Catcher in the Rye Whiskey or something?”

“Please, my costume was way better than that,” he brags. “We did Goodnight Moonshine.”

“You were the moon?”

“Remus was the moon,” he corrects, smirking. “We doused him in body glitter and everything. I was the little bunny in PJs.”

“Oh, of course,” she laughs. “I don’t know how I didn’t guess that. And Peter?”

“Hops on Pop,” he explains, then grimaces. “He kept mixing beer with mountain dew all night.” He takes another long drink, then looks down at his empty cup and holds it out to her. “Speaking of—want one?”

“A beer and mountain dew?”

“Why, you like the sound of that?” he asks, one eyebrow up, then disappears.

anyway!!!!! maybe one day i will be funny and write funny things again. can’t wait!!!!

[zmasters]

King Bloodfly

Part 1

Part 2

A lone figure starred up into the day sky. Izanagi II, Amaterasu as the locals call it, blocked out the sun for the small moon he stood on. The perpetual night was instead lit by the greenish-blue seas of the gas giant, highlighted by the glowing sun behind it.

A lone shadow cut across Amaterasu. A familiar ship landed a short distance away from where he stood. He stayed where he stood, lacking the bravery to speak with the one he lost so many years ago.

A group of men and women moved mechanical parts from the ship to the ruined castle, overlooked by an eight foot tall armored figure with metal tendrils lining his back. From the group, a horned creature left and slowly approached the lone man. Her hooves slowly shuffled in the dirt as a pair of wings hung from her back.

“Vera.” The man softly said, his sights still on the gas giant.

“Father.” She sighed, turning to look up at the planet.

The two stood side-by-side in silence, Vera not wishing to disappoint her father and he not sure how to address his daughter. The movement of parts from ship to castle was the only noise that echoed across the dark, feral moon.

“Lord Lupus.” A lone voice broke the silence. “The Hydra wishes to speak with you.”

Vera turned around to the familiar voice. Faintly lit by the turquoise light of Amaterasu was a woman. She wore an old maid uniform, her sleeves ripped off and a slight tear in her dress revealing her hooved leg. Black fur lined her body, with a pair of curved horns emerging from her brow. Her eyes glowed red in the dark night. “Zyn?”

“Lady Vera.” The maid blushed. “It’s been a while.”

“I’m going to speak with the old tech marine and his rust covered kin.” Lupus Hellebor interrupted. “I’ll give you two beasts some time to do… whatever you wish.”

The two mutants remained silent long after he left. Vera just sat next to Zyn, trying her best not to make eye contact. She hasn’t seen her since the day she was taken in by her Lord, but it was clear that they still cared for each other. They were a shared secret after all.

“So…” Vera awkwardly broke the silence. “How’s your mother?”

“She, uh, died six years ago.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be.” Zyn strained a smile. “You had no idea.”

“If I knew, I would have come sooner.”

“Don’t fret yourself.” Zyn sighed. “Your old nanny isn’t something that should distract you from your important work.”

“Just because she’s a servant doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care.” Vera said, her eyes locking with Zyn’s. She quickly broke eye contact. She would be blushing if she physically could.

Zyn softly giggled. “Two mutants, born to human mothers, and kept alive solely because of a promise. And now, here we are. Two enemies of the Imperium, hiding in some forgotten corner of the galaxy.

“We don’t deserve hiding for the rest of our lives.” Vera growled. “I promised you that-”

“We’ll forge a kingdom for our kind. How’s that going?”

Vera sighed. “We got some gors to join the Rust Hydras.”

“I’m surprised you got a space marine willing to help you out.”

“Lord Narvik is supportive, but he’s told me that I need something to either destroy or convince people to leave larger warbands before I could build a kingdom of my own.”

“So… Your experiment is this key to power?”

“Hopefully.” Vera was quiet.

The two gors stare off towards the glowing gas giant. Amaterasu.

“Why Amaterasu?” Vera asked.

Zyn turned to her friend, her hand slowly inching towards Vera’s. “It was your mother’s decision.”

In the old castle, five astartes in rust colored armor lead the small army of mortal workers as they set up the experiment. A throne was gently placed in the center of the room, wires connecting it to three knight war dogs, a blue and gold brigand, red and black karnivore, and a green and silver stalker. Hanging over the throne was the damaged torso of a teal and silver knight desecrator. A knight known as Unrepentant Misery, and its Throne Mechanicum lied having been removed and sitting right below it.

“Your daughter is a perfect subject for this experiment, Lord Hellebor.” Narvik the warpsmith explained, he and Lupus watching over the set up from an overlooking catwalk. “Her psychic abilities and her unique bond with Misery’s machine spirit is a combination hard to come by.”

“Yes, yes, but are her mutations necessary?” Lupus asked.

“I know you’re upset about having a beastman for a child, but the manipulations were only designed to increase the chance of Vera being born with psychic powers.” Narvik answered.

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“It is likely that Vera would have been mutated at birth regardless if Astrid agreed to the experiment or not. Whether the experiment caused Vera’s specific mutations or if she was always destined to become the Bloodfly is unknown.”

Lupus sighed. “Was I the only one in my family that wasn’t being puppet by your tendrils?”

“Lady Marianne wasn’t.”

“Asshole.” Lupus muttered under his breath.

“None of your family were agents prior to the initial experiment, and only Sari and Sven willingly joined.” Narvik explained further. “Your wife and step-son were members of House Khymere prior to your political marriage, and both held loyalty to their Household. They would naturally hold animosity towards the Imperium for suddenly and seemingly randomly declaring Khymere questor traitoris.”

“So you're saying that my wife and son willing sold House Hellebor to the Ruinous Powers?”

“The Rust Hydras and the Alpha Legion as a whole don’t serve Chaos directly.”

“You know what I mean!” He grumbled as he walked off.

“How is Bloodfly the normal one in her family?”

Back outside, Zyn held Vera’s claws in hers. “The locals tell of a warrior known as the Huntress. She was a hero who protected these feral worlds from the metal dragons. Your mother learned that these dragons were an exploration fleet from the Imperium, and this Huntress managed to keep the Imperium from discovering the existence of this system.”

“A great hiding place” Vera softly said. “A perfect spot to start building my kingdom.”

“It is, but that’s not the reason why your mother chose this system.” Zyn smiled as she stood up, pulling Vera up as well.

The two took a short walk, stopping at the top of a small hill. The hill looked over a small village of humans and beastmen. The village was built around a large, statue-like structure. What the statue was hidden by the darkness, the village sitting in the shadow of the hill.

“What a minute.” Zyn whispered.

Vera silently watched as the teal glow slowly raised on the statue, her eyes widening as the form revealed itself to her. Standing guard over the village was a woman with a tail, hooves, horns, and a pair of insect wings.

Villagers looked up towards the little bit of sunlight they get a year. They paused, the shadow of their guardian deity glowing in the light of Amaterasu.

“W-what?” Vera stuttered.

“It surprised me when I first saw it too.” Zyn smiled as she saw some of the villagers bow to her friend. “But I think your mother picked an appropriate place to build your kingdom.”

“I-I don't know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, my king.” Zyn took Vera’s hands, staring deeply into her cybernetic enhanced red eyes as the sunlight faded back behind the gas giant.

Vera stared back into Zyn’s green eyes. “If I’m king now, then I need a queen.”

“I accept this royal duty.”

The two mutants embraced, their eyes closing as their lips locked in a deep kiss.

“House Hellebor does not let betrayal go unanswered.”

Vera and Zyn broke the embrace, glancing towards Lupus. He stood a mere meter away, his laspistol pointed at his daughter.

“Father?”

“Don’t father me you beast!” He spat. “I know the truth, the Imperium didn’t randomly decide to destroy Hellebor. Everyone is a traitor but me! But if I give the Inquisition your head, I can rebuild my family and House’s glory!”

“Bloodfly, would you like me to kill the traitor?”

Lupus froze as he felt a giant metal hand rest on his shoulder.

“Not yet Iska.” Vera gestured to the space marine to take his hand off Lupus.

Lupus shuddered as the astarte havoc raised his hand off of his shoulder.

“Didn’t think this through, did ya father?”

“I wasn’t being followed.”

Vera glanced past her father, up towards the eight foot tall suit of rust colored armor behind him. “You’re arrogant enough to think throwing my head at an Inquisitor would redeem you of your crimes, of course you’d think that.” She sighed. “Queen Zyn, what do you think I should do?”

The Queen leaned forward and whispered into her partner’s ear, “House Hellebor does not let betrayal go unanswered.”

“I’m not a traitor!” Lupus roared. “I’m the only one loyal to the Emperor.” He raised his pistol, only to have his arm broken almost instantly by Iska.

“You’re only loyal to yourself!” Vera roared back, her claws grabbing his face, her nails digging into his flesh. “If you cared for your so-called God-Emperor, you would have thrown me to his hounds the day I was born. If you cared for your family, this would not be happening!” Her eyes glowed with psychic energy.

“My b-beautiful daughter… please don’t do this…” Lupus beg.

“We’re past begging. You tried to kill King Bloodfly. And the punishment for attempted regicide is death.”

Psychic energy was channeled through her claws into her father’s skull. In mere seconds of agony, Lupus’s head exploded in a shower of blood, bone, and psychic electricity.

Narvik was finishing up the throne when Vera marched into the room, Zyn and Iska in tow. “Are you ready, King Bloodfly?”

“Didn’t know Iska had his vox on.” Vera sighed. “Let’s get this over with.”

She took a seat in the Throne and let Narvik connect her mind and body to the machine.

Almost immediately, she was swarmed with curses and insults.

“Bloody beast!”

“Heretic!”

“How dare you desecrate this holy machine!”

Zyn watched in horror as Vera’s mood immediately dropped, all pride she held instantly vanishing under the endless tide of hatred.

“Vera,” Narvik’s voice broke through, “channel your powers into the Throne Mechanicum.”

“DON’T!”

“YOU’LL RUIN US!”

“Do it, little sis. No one can stop the King.”

Vera took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The voices slowly faded away. When she opened her eyes, she was in a dark room. Hundreds of eyes were watching her from the darkness, and she felt something standing in front of her.

“Well, my King.” The voice said. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“To prove yourself to the galaxy. To the people you care about, your ancestors, yourself.”

“I am.”

“Then channel your energy through me.”

Narvik held Zyn back from Vera. The King was stunned silent as electricity coursed from her body into the Throne Mechanicum. The electricity traveled from the Throne, through the wires, and into the knights connected. The eyes of each knight lit up with turquoise energy. The war dog brigand to her left began to move, its chain cannon spinning up. The karnivore ripped from its wiring, sparks pouring like blood from a wound. The stalker took a step forward, lowering its head down to its pilot.

Hanging above the scene, the damaged shell of Unrepentant Misery shaking the chains holding it to the ceiling. “It feels so good to have a body again.” It sang.

“I-It worked.” Narvik mumbled, his normally stoic nature vanishing. “It worked!”

“What’s happening?” Zyn asked.

“Vera’s mind is now psychically linked to her Throne Mechanicum.” Vera answered, the voice that emitted from Misery now escaping from her mouth. The head of war dog stalker leaned over her shoulder, which she petted.

“Everything this Throne is linked to, knights, computers, machine spirits, all now psychically linked to the King.”

“Thank you for saving my sister, Lord Narvik.” Vera said, her voice shifting to a more masculine tone.

“I am so proud of you,” her voice changed again, to an older sounding, feminine voice, “my beautiful daughter.”

The psychic energy stopped, and Vera slumped into her Throne. The knights froze as well.

Narvik finally allowed Zyn to run to Vera. “Are you ok?” She cried as she fell to her knees.

Vera weakly raised her claw, placing it on Zyn’s soft cheek. “I-I’m fine.” She whispered. “It’s just going to take some time to get used to this.”

Narvik looked up, towards the hanging knight. “Well Cyla. You held up your end of the bargain, it’s time we do our part.”

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#5

What other characters fit this shape

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75 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

So I’m just now getting into Critical Role with the release of Calamity and very overwhelmed as to where to start (do I need to watch the hundreds of hours of content from start to finish?? If someone can suggest how to go about that, that would be great) but I decided to watch the Legend of Vox Machina.

Now I’ve been in the circles of people who love this for a while so I’ve seen content for TLOVM and I remember when it came out

So tell me why I only saw people THIRSTING. GOING CRAZY OVER PERCY-which yeah fair- BUT I SAW NOT A PEEP ABOUT VAX????

98 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

#3

“I think,” Eddie declares, bursting into the room making his way to where Steve is laying on his bed. He’s relaxed against some pillows and has a magazine in his hands.

“Oh no” Steve blandly, flipping a page. Eddie flops on top of him, making the other yelp. Shuffling until he was comfortable, Steve holds the magazine up out of the way. He settles when he’s laying on Steve’s chest, chin perched on folded arms to look up at him.

“Rude” he huffs. “I think, that baby Byers has a crush on Gareth.”

That makes his boyfriend actually put down the magazine. “Your drummer?” He hums an affirmative. “He’s too old for Will!”

Protective Mama bear mode activated. Eddie laughs to himself. “Not to worry dear, Gareth has no interest. But it’s good news!”

“Will liking older men is not good news”

“He’s not that much older. And you say that like he hasn’t crushed on you” the magazine makes a return, rolled up to slap the top of Eddie’s head. “Ow.”

“Explain to me how this is a good thing.”

“It means he’s at least a little over Wheeler! He’s expanding his pallet. It’s a cause for celebration.”

“How did you even figure this out?”

“It was subtle,” he grins impishly “at first. A few glances during Hellfire Meetings, nothing to write home about. But the kiddos came to the garage to see us practice today.”

Steve sighs despairingly “And he was enchanted by the drummer”

A delighted laugh at his word choice springs from Eddies mouth. “Exactly that.”

“We should talk to him”

“We can. But don’t you want to see the baby gay in action before we do? It’d be so cute when it’s not so painful like how it was with mike”

“The sooner the better”

“Fiiiine”

365 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#2

Jonathan: so you’re dating Eddie now?

Steve: yeah, and you worked things out with Nancy?

Jonathan: yeah man.

Steve: that’s great! Uh… what’s with the sweater guy?

Jonathan: Argyle? He’s sticking around

Steve: is it like how Robin is my platonic soulmate but she will sleep in the same bed as me and Eddie sometimes?

Jonathan: dude! Argyle calls it platonic life partners! And we do that too actually

Steve:

Jonathan:

Both, high-fiving: nice!

667 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jason: Hey Timbers, heard you have a boyfriend now

Tim: oh my god why

Jason: which has me thinking, I can’t call you Timbers anymore unless you’re side by side with him, that’s like your celebrity relationship name now!

Tim: …

Steph, who reads fanfiction regularly: Ooooh like a ship!

Jason, who has written Jane Austen fanfics on AO3 on the down low: a ship?

Steph: don’t play dumb with me, Mr. “BingleysBussyBoy”

2,731 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

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[leviathanspain]

Hi! I also need to some ideas for a moon knight fic and here are some prompts I came up with.❤️

Reader is a single mom who brings their kid to the museum, Steven has a massive crush on her, he loves talking to your kid and getting to know you, always with this desperate love sick puppy dog look on his face, so you entertain him. Big mistake.

But then he starts forming an unhealthy obsession about her.

He dreams of this fantasy where your his adorable little housewife and he gets to spoil you and your child, and he’ll give you as many more as you want to!

He just needs to get rid of peoples getting in his way, namely your ex… but Marc is here to save you! He loves you guys just as much and won’t mind helping out!

( he could literally just be making up that your single and that your current husband is actually your ex. He could kidnap her or just infiltrate her life or you whatever else)

Good luck!!!!

adore you

warnings: this is a dark!fic so mentions of sex, unhealthy obsession, abuse, housewife!reader

stalker!steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader

synopsis: your five year old son loves the museum and loves egypt, and the man behind the gift shop counter can’t keep his eyes off you.

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“mum!” your son shouted for you, his small hands reaching for the plush at the top shelf. he was on his toes, stretching out for the plush when rough hands grabbed the plush and gave it to him. you looked up to follow the hands and saw the gift shop worker, he looked oddly familiar but you came to the museum enough that you didn’t think much of it.

“teddy!” you grabbed your son by the shoulder and led him to the cash register, you bent down to his level and lightly scolded him, “don’t just walk away, you could get lost or worse!” teddy was too young to understand the concept of worse but his expression of fear was enough to satisfy you.

you grabbed the plush from his hands and gazed at it, “what is this?” it was a grey, fuzzy dog looking cat thing.

“it’s a sphinx.” teddy mumbled, reaching out for the sphinx.

“why is it grey?” you questioned and the man at the register cut in suddenly.

“it’s not supposed to be grey but the manufacturers don’t know egypt the way we do.” he looked at teddy who smiled brightly.

you peeked an eye at them before rummaging in your purse for your wallet. you grabbed the debit card from inside.

“theodore?” the man at the counter asked when he saw the debit card ran.

“im y/n.” you responded and hoped he could put two and two together.

steven couldn’t feel anything other than rage at the revelation. his beloved had a psycho ex! the psycho ex who abused her, used her and left her! he was furious, and when you pulled his card out, he nearly lost it! he was so controlling he wanted to monitor your purchases-

hey buddy, calm down. the voice in his head called out, and steven shoved marc back, leave me alone, you don’t understand..she needs me!

marc sighed in response. marc knew what you had going on. your husband was incredibly wealthy and so you spent your time raising your son, taking him to trips and places, and spending time in the park all day basically. he had observed you when steven had gone out on his stalker rampages. but you were married, and completely devoted to being a mother. you were a nice woman, even when you noticed steven behind your shoulder at the park, you chose to ignore him, ignore his glazed over gaze today at the museum when you were in the shop.

you walked out with teddy, holding his little hand in yours as you brushed off the weird feeling you were beginning to get. you and teddy stood outside the shop while you fished your phone out. steven watched you quietly and took note of how your dress was hugging your curves. he loved when you wore dresses. he imagined that you didn’t wear panties under the dress, waiting for anyone and everyone to fuck you and fill you up with their seed.

steven wanted that. he wanted to fill you up to the brim while you begged for him to give you another baby.

“can i take my break?” steven asked to no one in particular as he walked out of the shop, half dazed as he saw a black car pull up in front of you. steven stifled a scream as he saw you get in with your son.

“no!” he shouted, and watched the car speed off. steven had half a mind to chase after you, afraid of you being hurt. but his manager was already yelling for his return, and he obliged, knowing he could just go visit you from your window.

“..and so he was being friendly with teddy but you know how i feel about strangers talking to my kid. you can’t trust anyone these days..” you muttered to your husband as you sat with him on the bed. theodore, also called teddy, was a kind man whom you had been with for a few years. you loved him, and he loved you.

“i understand. are you sure though? that he isn’t just some nice worker? maybe he gets watched at his job?” your husband offered to help calm your suspicions but you shrugged, “you know how annoyed i got when old ladies would come and try to touch my belly. especially when people my age did it!” you grabbed lotion and warmed it in your hands before setting it on your limbs, “i’m not some carnival attraction for people.”

teddy nodded, “well. stop thinking so much and come to bed.” his tone was warm, and so you joined him, letting your head rest on his chest as he thought.

“what if you just stop going?” he asked, and you shook your head, “he’s your son. he’s stubborn as hell and will put up a fight.” teddy laughed and you joined him despite your anger.

teddy pulled back, “i’m going to get water. do you want some?” you nodded, and felt him leave. you leaned back on the pillows and gazed outside the gigantic windows of your bedroom and you closed your eyes and waited for your husband.

steven, you’re fucking crazy. marc cursed at steven who shrugged off the fact that what he was doing was wrong. i just want her to be safe! i need to know she’s safe from that maniac.

you’re the maniac! steven it’s not just you who’ll go to jail, it’s both of us! he screamed and steven was beginning a response until he saw a man coming up to your nightstand, setting a glass of water and going over to the other side and doing the same. steven huffed a breath of anger as he saw the man lie down next to you, and began to kiss your body.

“get the fuck off of her!” he yelled but he couldn’t hear him, and marc couldn’t hear your warning of steven.

you kissed your husband back, hands lightly grazing the stubble of his beard as he ran a hand down your waist and to your supple thighs. he tugged on your hair as he kissed your neck, fingers making their way into your panties, lightly grazing the fabric before pulling them off lightly. you began to moan as your husband touched you but you jumped when you heard the thumping of the front door. your building was supposed to have a doorman that wouldn’t let people come knocking at your door at 1 am. you got a sudden chill as you grabbed your husbands arm, “don’t go.” you begged.

you husband smiled, thinking that you were just needy, but again the door pulsed with anger of the knock. you sighed and watched your husband leave the bedroom.

you listened carefully to hear the stifle of your husbands words as a body thumped to the ground. your blood went cold as you stood up, body fighting to stay frozen before you tugged on your nightgown and began to run down to your sons bedroom.

the apartment was large so you hoped it would take whoever was doing this, long enough to not find you.

you had barely reached the front of your sons bedroom when you felt a sharp stab in your shoulder. you tumbled down to the floor as your head knocked on the vase and glass table, breaking them both and knocking you out.

you felt a cold hand patting your cheek, blinking, you looked up to find the man from the gift shop. you tried to scream but found a ball gag in your mouth. you tried to get up but found you ankles tied to the bedposts. you panicked and rattled the chains on your ankles and found your hands bound on either side of you.

“hi. im steven.” the man above you smiled down at you and you screamed in response.

what the fuck is wrong with you steven?! marc yelled, let her go! so she can put us away in a psych ward!

steven ignored marc’s voice and grabbed the ball gag and took it down to let you speak.

your terror was enough to render you speechless, “wha-why?”

steven shrugged, “your ex husband- he was attacking you. i needed to save you, my precious girl.” he cooed at the end and that’s when you realized who he was.

“marc?” you whispered as you gazed into the man’s eyes.

steven shook his head, anger crossing his features, “n-no- i just- im steven. my name is steven. marc isn’t here.”

you shook your head, “no. you’re marc spector. we went to highschool together-“ you laughed, “i knew i had a bad memory but-“ you had finished school in the states before you met your husband and moved to london. it’s been a long fifteen or so years since.

no way, marc echoed in his head, y/n! we were science partners in chemistry! marc fought steven and suddenly, the man above you pulled back, and the entire demeanor changed.

“let me go, marc..” you begged, tears on your face. “please- my son-“ you cried, “is this revenge for not going to prom with you?”

marc shook his head, memories flooding back to him, “no- i-“ marc found himself stuttering, words were getting harder to form as he fell back, leaning onto the dresser as a third alter, moved forward, past marc and steven.

he stepped up to your side and smiled down at you, finger trailed on your nightgown, pulling up to reveal your bare cunt, “both of them are too scared to do what i’ve been wanting to do.. ever since you rejected me from prom.” the tone of voice was enough to send you screaming, and you fought as the ball gag was placed back on your mouth.