#top eleven hack

[wolfjackle-creates]

In celebration of my new writing sideblog, I decided to share a snippet of the expanded version of my first prompt fill. Original can be found here. Brief synopsis: Tim and Danny became online friends when they were both neglected and lonely ten/eleven-year-olds. Before Robin and before Phantom. They have been fully open with each other since they first met and that doesn't change, even after it probably should. (This segment is a chat fic.)

Prompt from @gremlin-bot

IKnowYourSecrets = Tim's username

-xXPolarisXx- = Danny's username

Typos in chat are intentional.

Edit: I don't know why the color text is being weird. Each time I get everything to work, new random letters are black.

Edit 2: formatting finally fixed. That took way too long.

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Danny had been playing mindlessly when he got a message from Secrets.

IKnowYourSecrets: Thank god your on

That was odd. Secrets was always laid back and chill.

-xXPolarisXx-: Secrets? Whats up

IKnowYourSecrets: something big has happened IKnowYourSecrets: like top secret big IKnowYourSecrets: and I need advice IKnowYourSecrets: ive set up a private chat IKnowYourSecrets: one that cant be hacked so easily

-xXPolarisXx-: dude youre freaking me out -xXPolarisXx-: whats going on?

IKnowYourSecrets: :sends link: IKnowYourSecrets: not here. Ill explain

Danny clicked the link and put in his username when prompted. He had never even seen this chat room server before. Not that he spent a lot of time on chat rooms. He preferred in-game chats.

-xXPolarisXx-: ok dude spill -xXPolarisXx-: wth is going on

IKnowYourSecrets: I know who Batman is

“What!” Danny couldn’t hold back the shout. He started typing a reply, deleted, started typing again.

“Danny?” asked Jazz from the kitchen table where she was doing her homework. “Everything ok?”

He waved his hand at her. “Yeah! Everything is fine! My friend and I were just killed by something I didn’t even know could be dangerous.”

“Don’t play too long. You still have homework.”

“I know! I’ll be good.”

-xXPolarisXx-: good one secrets -xXPolarisXx-: you got me for a minute

IKnowYourSecrets: :image attachment: IKnowYourSecrets: :image attachment: IKnowYourSecrets: :news link: IKnowYourSecrets: :news link: IKnowYourSecrets: :image attachment:

The links and pictures started coming through even faster. The first was a picture of a family of acrobats and one of the links was to the story about how the parents died in an accident while performing.

The next link was about Bruce Wayne adopting a child followed by one only a few months later discussing Batman’s new side kick, Robin. Then a picture of the Graysons’ son in his circus costume next to a picture of the first Robin. Which were entirely too similar.

“Holy…” whispered Danny. But the links and images were still coming.

Robin stopped being spotted when Dick Grayson moved out. And not much later Nightwing appeared. And then there was a new Robin and a new adoption. And then Jason Todd-Wayne died and Robin disappeared.

-xXPolarisXx-: what. The fuck -xXPolarisXx-: why are you even looking into this -xXPolarisXx-: Secrets! ????

IKnowYourSecrets: your a real friend, right? IKnowYourSecrets: I mean weve known each other for like 2 years now IKnowYourSecrets: no catfisher’d stick around this long

-xXPolarisXx-: course I’m real -xXPolarisXx-: though thats also what a catfisherd say

IKnowYourSecrets: I live in gotham IKnowYourSecrets: Batmans changed since Robin IKnowYourSecrets: Since Jason died IKnowYourSecrets: he needs a robin I think IKnowYourSecrets: hes mean and harsh and people dont feel safe

-xXPolarisXx-: … -xXPolarisXx-: youre planning something

IKnowYourSecrets: help me figure out how to convince dick to go back to being robin IKnowYourSecrets: I think they had a fight IKnowYourSecrets: from what i can find online their last several meetings have ended in fights

Danny stared at his screen, mouth open. Secrets couldn’t be serious. This was too much. But he knew his friend. He might joke during a gaming battle, but he’d never joke about this. Not to Danny, or well, Polaris.

-xXPolarisXx-: Youre gonna chase down Nightwing?? -xXPolarisXx-: isnt he only out at night??? -xXPolarisXx-: dude youre gonna get yourself killed -xXPolarisXx-: how’ll you even find him? -xXPolarisXx-: do NOT tell him you know his secret identity -xXPolarisXx-: what do vigilantes do to ppl who learn their identities?

Danny watched as the dots appeared to indicate Secrets was typing. They stopped. Picked up again.

IKnowYourSecrets: awww IKnowYourSecrets: you like me ❤ IKnowYourSecrets: im not gonna die! IKnowYourSecrets: NIGHTWING will be there IKnowYourSecrets: and I can find him bc I know his patrol routes IKnowYourSecrets: easy peasy IKnowYourSecrets: im going tonight IKnowYourSecrets: just need to figure out what to say

-xXPolarisXx-: dude really??? -xXPolarisXx-: do you even know why they fought?

IKnowYourSecrets: Gotham needs batman IKnowYourSecrets: and batman needs robin IKnowYourSecrets: hes a hero he should want to help

-xXPolarisXx-: Well start with that, then -xXPolarisXx-: if youre going to be an idiot -xXPolarisXx-: and go out in gotham at night -xXPolarisXx-: tell nightwing youre worried about batman

IKnowYourSecrets: worried about nightwing as well IKnowYourSecrets: hes not as bad IKnowYourSecrets: but its clear something is wrong

-xXPolarisXx-: im just a kid from a small town -xXPolarisXx-: how am I supposed to know how to talk to superheroes?

IKnowYourSecrets: they aren’t superheroes IKnowYourSecrets: no powers

-xXPolarisXx-: not the point -xXPolarisXx-: I guess -xXPolarisXx-: start by asking how hes doing -xXPolarisXx-: and how batmans doing -xXPolarisXx-: and say youre sorry about robins death -xXPolarisXx-: but most importan STAY SAFE -xXPolarisXx-: i dont even know your name to follow any news stories

IKnowYourSecrets: its Tim if you wanna know

-xXPolarisXx-: mines Danny -xXPolarisXx-: idk why but Tim fits you

IKnowYourSecrets: dont use it on public forums IKnowYourSecrets: but were safe here IKnowYourSecrets: Danny. I like it IKnowYourSecrets: thanks for the advice!!! IKnowYourSecrets: im gonna use it IKnowYourSecrets: ttyl IKnowYourSecrets: gonna track down dick and talk to him IKnowYourSecrets: he usually starts patroling in like an hour and a half IKnowYourSecrets: and it’ll take me about that long to get to bludhaven

-xXPolarisXx-: lemme know what happens -xXPolarisXx-: im gonna check this chat and the game any chance I have at the computer

IKnowYourSecrets: will do IKnowYourSecrets: by danny

-xXPolarisXx-: stay safe tim

Danny stared at the chat box as Secrets, as Tim signed out. What. The. Hell.

“You all right there, Danny?” Jazz was looking at him from their kitchen table and Danny quickly closed out of the chatroom. No one could be allowed to see that information.

“Yeah, course. Just talking with my online friend Secrets.” Whose name he now knew. “He had to go, though. So I guess I’ll start my homework.”

“Were you two playing that game you like?”

He couldn’t tell the truth, so he decided to lie. “Yeah. We’re hoping to beat this boss so we can get a rune stone that’ll let us craft this super awesome weapon! Then we might stand a chance in the arena.”

Jazz smiled at him. “I’m sure you two’ll get it. What’s this arena?”

Danny described the game on autopilot as pulled out his backpack and books. Holy hell, he knew Batman’s identity.

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Part 2

I also hope to start doing WIP Wednesdays if there's any interest. Probably not every week and they won't all be for this fic, but I've got a few things I've been working on that I hope people will enjoy.

Tag List (I hope you're still all interested so many months later. XP)

@bonebrokebuddy, @britcision, @lady-time-lord-, @welcometosasakiworld, @akikkobara, @phoenixdemonqueen, @dolfay, @skulld3mort-1fan, @nutcase8691, @dreamingasters, @xysidhequeen

I'm sure there's people I'm missing. So let me know if you want to be added or if you want to be taken off the list. I won't be offended either way.

[fiapartridge]

late night talking | jack hughes

summary: jack’s having a terrible day and decides to call you late at night…

warning(s): swearing

kinda not in love with this one but what can ya do!

Jack hated calling when it was late at night because he knew you'd answer every single time— even if it meant sacrificing precious hours of sleep and living like a sleep-deprived zombie by the time the sun comes up. 

But tonight, he just couldn't resist it. 

His day was absolutely terrible. It all started with waking up an hour later than his alarm was set, then missing breakfast with the team because he couldn't find his tan T-shirt anywhere which resulted in him tearing apart his entire hotel room searching for the missing piece of clothing that was simply rolled up at the bottom of his suitcase, then getting a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of his new AF1s on his way to the arena, and as the stupid cherry on top, the Devils lost their last road game of the—almost clean sweep—West Coast roadie to the fucking Seattle Kraken. 

And he knew you were tired. You spent all day texting him about all of the essays and projects your professors were assigning you. You were awake until 2AM (New Jersey time), hacking away at all of the assignments. You couldn't wait to go to sleep. 

You finally put your writing utensils away and stored your laptop in the drawer of your desk where it would be waiting to be opened tomorrow for more work. Your hair was in a messy bun and your pajamas were strapped against your body. You were so ready for bed. You pulled back the covers and shimmied yourself in, careful not to move the pink blanket resting at the foot of the bed. 

Skimming through your emails one last time, making sure there wasn't any last-minute work assigned by your professors, you turned off your phone and placed it on the bedside table. Your arm stretched a little farther to click the button on your lamp, but when you saw Jack's caller ID and the photo of him giving you a piggy-back around the Prudential Center, all systems were on high alert. 

You sat back up, pulling the phone to your ear. You were terrified. You knew Jack hated calling you late at night— even though you told him loads of times that you didn't mind. So if he was calling you now, knowing it was 2AM where you were, he must've really needed something. 

The line was silent when you answered. Nothing else other than a faint static could be heard between the two of you.

"Jack?" you called. "Are you okay?"

You could hear his breathing. It wasn't calm, but it wasn't rapidly fast either. It sounded like a boy with something on his mind.

"Hey, Y/N/N," he said. He was so quiet, it felt like you had to lean into the phone to hear him better. 

"It's eleven in Seattle. Why aren't you asleep?" you asked.

"I wanted to, I just," he paused. Static. Calmer breaths. "I just missed you so fucking much, Y/N."

"I miss you, too, but it's only two more days. I'll see you on Sunday. What's going on?"

You couldn't see him, but his head was shaking back and forth on the other side of the line and he was rubbing his forehead like a middle-aged man after seeing his kids scribbling all over the walls. He was stressed and tired and all he wanted was to come home and see you, to sleep in your bed tonight, and to be with you.

"My day was just... terrible. It was unbelievably terrible. It was like one bad thing would happen and then ten minutes later, another bad thing happened. It was like God was just shitting over my entire day. So much fucking shit."

You laughed softly, a slight yawn mixed in between. "I don't think God was resting at the toilet, shitting all over your day, but it sounds like it was pretty bad. What happened?"

He sighed. "No, I should let you go to sleep. It's what? Two o'clock over there?"

"You called, and I answered. Tell me."

He took a moment, like he was actually debating whether to tell you or not. He knew you would go to extreme lengths to get it out of him, and he didn't want to tire you out even more. "We lost."

That was all he said.

Two words.

We lost.

You were confused to say the least. You knew he lost. You kept up with every single one of his games. They won every single road game before that: the Hurricanes, the Ducks, the Kings, the Sharks. So what, they lost to the Kraken? It's not like they won't have another chance to win again on Sunday against the Penguins, or Tuesday against the Golden Knights. There were so many more games to play. What was the big deal?

"Okay... is that it?" you asked. You dipped your toe in, scared that he might blow up and tell you something dramatic like 'it's more than a game, it's my life.'

But the line went quiet again. Nothing more than a bit of static and breathing. But then he talked and you wanted to do nothing more than book a flight out to Seattle and run to him with your arms out. You wanted to be there for Jack— you always did. 

He sighed. "It's just— we were losing for so long and when we were winning again, it felt so good, like we were finally back. Like we were a team again. But then we lost and, I don't know, it felt as if we were back on that losing streak, like it was yesterday. Like none of the road games even happened. We were just— losers again."

You rolled your eyes, and laughed. Yes, you laughed. Jack was confused, too. He wondered why you were laughing. He just poured out his entire thought process, all of his feelings, and you were laughing. Why were you laughing?

He frowned. "It's not funny, Y/N/N."

"I know, I know," you wiped your eyes. You didn't know if you were tearing up because you were deliriously tired or you were just laughing too hard. "It's just— you lost in overtime. You were close. It wasn't an 8 - 1 loss, or a complete shutout. You almost won, Jack. It was one goal that separated you and the other team. So what, you lost one game? This one game won't cost you your chances at playoffs and it won't make me love you any less. No one thinks that you are a loser. I'd rather be with you than a guy that's won every single one of his games. I love you, Jack. Win or lose, it's always you."

"So you don't want to be with Pastrnak?"

You rolled your eyes and giggled. "Not into beards."

He laughed. "Really? Because I think I'm starting to grow something here, Y/N/N."

You scoffed. "In your wildest dreams, Hughes."

"Speaking of dreams, I should probably let you get back to that."

"Alright, just— know that I love you, okay? Win or lose; I'm always gonna come home to you, and I'm always gonna love you."

You could hear the sound of a light switch on the other side of the line. Jack was getting ready for bed, too. He crawled underneath the covers, knowing his teammates were probably out getting drunk somewhere at a bar nearby. But he didn't care about grabbing a beer and throwing all of his feelings into Taylor Swift karaoke with Nico Hischier (that was more of a 'you and Nico' thing). All he wanted was to hear your voice, to tell you goodnight, that he loves you, and that he'll call you again when the sun comes up.

Because to him, you were worth more than a lifetime of wins.

[warningsine]

If any of the followers wants to help, it'd be appreciated.

So. What's an adult TV series that has

complex/compelling female leads (don't have to be queer, but it's a bonus if there are some) or an ensemble cast with a lot of women,

an engaging story,

has a somewhat active/enthusiastic fandom on here (doesn't have to be HOTD or "Yellowjackets" levels of enthusiastic).

I dropped "Good Girls" again after finishing the first two episodes of season 4, because as much as I love the ladies, the arcs are repetitive af at this point.

I wanted to watch "The Good Fight" and "Black Sails," but I'm afraid they'll have to wait. "The L Word" and "Orphan Black" too.

Some of the series I enjoyed at some point:

"The Handmaid's Tale," OITNB, "I May Destroy You," "Unbelievable," "Veep," "Dead Ringers," "The Good Wife," "My Brilliant Friend," "The Returned," "Bad Sisters," "Chewing Gum," "Black Earth Rising," "Mrs. America," "GLOW," "Kevin Can Fuck Himself," "Big Little Lies," "Night Country," "Top of the Lake," "Godless," "Frontera Verde," "Ethos," "One Night," "The Power," "Girls5eva," "UnREAL," "Damages," "Insecure," "Unorthodox," "P-Valley," "Russian Doll," "Hacks," "Grace and Frankie," "Shining Girls," "Killing Eve," "Fleabag," "Why Women Kill," "Poker Face," "The Queen's Gambit," "Borgen," "Mare of Easttown," "Irma Vep," "Alias Grace," "Miss Sherlock," "Last Tango in Halifax," "The Fall," "The Bletchey Circle," "Servant," "We Are Lady Parts," "Made for Love," "Claws," "The Girlfriend Experience," "Dear White People," "Little Fires Everywhere," "Sharp Objects," "Lovecraft Country," “The Underground Railroad," "Under the Bridge," "Derry Girls" (<-a teen series, but I made an exception because everyone here told me it was worth it), “Station Eleven," "The Great," "Beef," "She's Gotta Have It," "Twenties," "Olive Kitteridge," "Enlightened," "Babylon Berlin," "Deadloch," "Vida," "Feel Good," "Gentleman Jack," "La Casa de las Flores" (<-never let it be said I don't enjoy millennial telenovelas).

Female fronted series I haven't finished:

HTGAWM, "Wentworth" (<-couldn't get into it).

Series I was/am kinda meh about:

"The Wilds" (<-"Yellowjackets" all the way), "Dead to Me," "Roar," "The Fosters," "Lost Girl," "Westworld" (<-post season 1), "The Haunting of Bly Manor" (not big on Flanagan's works), “Bridgerton," "Ratched," "Dickinson."

Series I haven't tried yet:

"The Diplomat," "Harlots," "Gilded Age," "The Bold Type" (<-surprisingly, it doesn't seem like my thing), "Workin' Moms," "Girlfriends Guide to Divorce," "Happy Valley," "Halt and Catch Fire," "West Wing," "Broadchurch," "The Split," "A Small Light," "Scandal," "For All Mankind," "Mindhunter," "Sense8," "1899," "Utopia," "Transparent," "The Morning Show," "Rain Dogs," The Mindy Project," "Vigil," "High Fidelity," "Only Murders in the Building," "Julia," "Pen15," "Weeds," "Girls."

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Nightwolf x Reader: Appropriate Time (Lime)

Contect: After a cliche rescue mission, you two take cover and decide to suck faces💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Quick! Behind the crates!" Grey Cloud guides you by your hips and presses you forward to urge you behind cover. You two had run so far. You couldn't for so long.

Sitting at the possible safe shield from enemy sight, Nightwolf ducked along beside you, prepared to take out anyone who dared come behind and threaten not his, but you're safety.

It was not his priority to go on a massacre while he saves you from the Black Dragon's filthy hands, but it is not above him if it really comes down to it. Your boyfriend has only taken out... at least ten. Eleven if the armed guy with his arm hacked off didn't bleed out.

"Where the hell are they?!" Someone yelled before another round of gunfire resumes in the open.

Nightwolf turns his head to give you a reassuring look before turning back to keep an eye out. You understood what that look told you. You're safe. No one will hurt you.

Only a few yells of alert and frustration were heard before you both just assumed they had given up searching for you two. Grey Cloud finally eases up, the handsome man exhaling and sitting down beside you.

It wasn't such an appropriate time or place to relax, but the break is very much needed. Only just a couple of minutes to be sure no one was around near the escape route. You sure as hell need it.

Finally, gathering your composure, you looked at Grey Cloud in dismay. "You came?!"

"To save you. Why wouldn't I, Y/n?" Calm eyes that always soothed you looked down at you.

"Y-You could've died! Or what if Kano caught you? He would've tortured you!"

Nightwolf's face still remained the same. No shits given. "Assuming I already rescued you. So?"

"Your tribe! What about your tribe?!" Your eye twitched. How is he still so chill? "Don't the Matoka need you?"

"Dear, if the Great Spirit decided not to protect me for this personal mission, she'd choose another to look over the Matoka. Yes, my tribe would still need me, but you know what I need?" He looks at you with those eyes.

"What?"

"You."

He was being very sincere. Unaware of how cute and corny the little pick up line was. If he even do those...

Before he questions the blank look on your face as if he said something wrong, you technically pounced on him.

Your lips instantly locked with his, and your hands made it to his face, feeling his war paint with your thumbs. And he doesn't push you off and tell you what an inappropriate time this was. No.

The scrumptious male lets you sit on top of him in a suggestive position and kisses you back. His large hands first rest on your lower back.

Your grunting was muffled but it tells him you want him to touch you more. You love his hands. The same hands that can make you feel good at the same time turn someone's neck in a 180 angle if he has to perform a necessary fatality.

You don't say too much, though.

As his hands squeeze you, you leveled up the kiss into something hungrier. Tonsil tennis.

Your tongues met each other and wrestled. All while sounds were coming from you both. The growls Nightwolf made were getting you off, admittedly.

Vice versa as well. Your whimpering was making his jeans get tighter. When things get too heated for him, he bucks right up between your legs, his strong hands holding you down to press you against him.

And that's when you feel how hard he is for you. "Ohhh, Grey~" You moaned between kisses. He was about to dry hump again before his hand makes it to your front and accidentally touches a sore spot, drawing a pained yelp from you.

Everything stops and he pulls away from your lips with a concerned look. "I'm so sorry-"

"No- don't worry!" You smiled with a slightly pained look. You lifted your shirt to check the bruise you got on your side. "They weren't that nice dragging me here."

Nightwolf gently touches your bruise with an empathize look.

You breathed softly before your eyes focused back on the bulge in his pants. You smirk before lightly pressing a hand against his arousal.

"I tell you what. Get me home and back to bed alive, we'll take care of this." You watch as his face turn red.

"A-Are you... mmmm, very well. We start traveling back now." He grunts trying not to dry hump your hand even though you were irking him rubbing his clothed erection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ No! I won't make a part 2! I don't wanna >:(

[merakiui]

Oooooh expand more on incel discord mod scara? 👀👀👀

(cw: yandere, brief nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, incel behaviors, obsession, misogyny)

Either he lives in Ei's basement, or she kicked him out and so now he lives in a very nice apartment far from her. Scaramouche is an incredibly toxic gamer; the type who will spam petty nonsense like “kys” or “your mom doesn’t love you” or “get better at the game before you talk to me” or “i bet you shoot blanks irl.” He is a menace and a bully and an omen all in one terrible package. You’d think that with all of his cruelty he’d actually be trash at games, right? He’s actually surprisingly good—too good, actually, to the point where he’s placed very high on leaderboards and in online tournaments. He also has the worst gamer rage and short temper...

He’s in a server that was created by a pro-gamer who calls herself the Tsaritsa. There are eleven mods in total, with Scara being the sixth. Your meeting wasn’t exactly a meeting; it was more of you had been in a VC with him and a few others and the lot of you were playing games for the fun of it. Scara had some time to kill and he figured that annihilating everyone in the lobby and flexing his skills would give his ego a significant boost. What he doesn’t expect is for you to actually beat him and top his score by a few measly points. He claims he doesn’t care, but then you lightheartedly rub it in his face and now he really cares. The two of you end up arguing in the VC, going back and forth about skill issues and raw talent and how he should just relax because it’s just one win. He ends up kicking you out of anger and spite. 

Later, after appealing to mod Dottore (Scara hates him), you’re let back into the server after having promised to not stir up trouble or fights. Scara doesn’t notice your arrival for a few weeks until he spies your profile picture in the VC and he’s immediately reminded of how annoying you were that day. He’s been grinding on that game ever since you beat him just to improve; he’s such a loser. 

Scara actually doesn’t play with the other server members often. He’s more of a solo gamer, but with you in the picture he’s determined to put you in your place. That singular win chips his pride more than he’s willing to admit, so whenever he sees you alone in VC he’ll hop in and demand a rematch. You always agree, and each time you always win. Scara is losing his mind. How is he suddenly so trash?! What’s going on? He used to be so good—and he’s still good! You’re just hacking or something. Did you secretly team up with Dottore and did he let you in on some stupid hacking tricks? Is that what’s going on?

Every time you win, you tell Scara to get better. He’s trying. Archons, he cannot stand you. He’d kick you again, but like a worthless cockroach you’d just find a way back in. 

At some point, the two of you add each other so you can take your feud beyond the server. Every weekend the two of you engage in rematches and you win every time. If Scara’s pride was cracked before, it’s absolutely shattered now. His hatred for you and your skills (which he is certain are just cheap hacks) grows day by day until it gets to a point where he’s going through the socials you’ve linked to your discord profile just to see what kind of person you are beyond games. You might not even be a female, but Scara automatically sees you as one because of how annoying you are. He has this whole mindset that “women can’t be good at video games” and so regardless of your gender he’s going to live with the thought that you are a female who is kicking his ass at a game he used to be godly at. And Scara, as a pro-gamer, as a man, cannot let this continue to happen.

The next time you’re challenged to a rematch, you text him: if I win you have to pay for my groceries for the month. Scara thinks that’s a stupid request, but he agrees. And if he wins you have to leave the server forever and never return. Unsurprisingly, you win. But just barely. Scara doesn’t care enough to wonder why that might be, but then you’re typing to him: gg, not my best game. I’m kinda hungry and running on three hours of sleep rn, so I’m not at my best. 

Scara peers at the message with a scowl, sitting perched in his gaming chair. sleep, idiot, he tells you. and make sure you eat.

Obviously he tells you this only because he wants you to be in peak condition when he plays with you next. Not because he’s worried or anything. 

Your grocery bills are covered for two months instead of the one.

At some point, amidst trying and failing, Scara thinks he’s gone insane. He must be trapped in some vicious, unbreakable loop. He knows he should probably give up, but giving up would look weak and then his server members might say he has a small dick for letting you win all the time. He hates you, but what he hates more is when you stop appearing online for your weekly rematches. The idea that he would be worried over you is so lame. He’s not worried. He just needs you to be in one piece so he can kick your ass. 

The next time you text him you tell him you were busy with your real life, which is understandable, but Scara is chronically online and so he thinks that in the time you were offline you were busy fooling around like a slut. Is that how you’re so good at games? You seduce the competition and then win while they’re distracted? He hates you and your trickery. 

But he still finds himself asking if all is good on your end. If you need him to send money. If you need anything. Since when did he care so much? It’s not caring, Scara assures himself; it’s hate-caring. He’s doing this only because he needs you here so he can win. 

Without realizing it, you’ve become Scara’s discord kitten. He sends you money out of spite, he pays for your groceries and other necessities out of hatred, he stays up late on VC with you just to trash-talk and insult you (i.e. get to know you more). He finds your personal social media accounts and the accounts of your real life friends and he pulls up pictures of you on his three monitors and fucks into his hand to the sight of you. 

He really is going insane. How did he get to this point? Since when were you able to get him this hard? Why does he immediately think of you when he’s doing the most mundane tasks like chores or shopping and suddenly he’s insatiably horny? It must be because you’re a worthless female using your charms to seduce him, to always beat him at games, to use him like you probably use every other man you’ve come across!

Scara decides that, regardless of whether he wins or loses to you, he ought to just take you for himself and keep you in his apartment as his little housewife. Then he can get back to being good at video games and you can serve him like you’re meant to. He just needs to find your address and plan a few things, as well as buy some...tools. 

He can’t wait to welcome his kitten home. :)

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[ELEVEN]

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Kenny had managed to regain control of his account roughly a day after it had been hacked. Quickly posting a message on his account after Twitter support had done their job and handed back access to him. The hacker was gone and the question of "what was the point of all that" weighed heavy on your mind.

"Why hack Kenny?" You wondered, thinking about possible information he may have. Kenny didn't use the account too often, usually using it only for learning about various pop star drama or just to like and retweet things, he rarely used it to give updates on himself, in fact most updates were about you if anything.

If it was information on you that the hacker wanted, you were sure it would've just been easier to hack your account, you had changed all your passwords though immediately after Kenny being hacked and since the password was so long you ended up writing it down on your notebook to not forget until you actually remembered it.

Shaking your head and throwing yourself back into the topic at hand with the band; what venue is the best option for the concert in South Park.

"I'm telling you! The one they just remodeled is going to be by far the best venue for us! It's bigger and it has the space we need." Nichole expresses with enthusiasm.

"I don't know, I mean sure the space is nice but are we really going to draw that big of a crowd?" asked Stan.

"Stan. Bro. You saw the fans on twitter AND instagram when we announced free concert in South Park, you didn't stop to think that maybe the word, oh I don't know, FREE? causes people to most likely show up in gigantic numbers?" Clyde raises his voice, giving you a look of "Is this guy for real right now?".

Stan sighs and looks over at Kyle. Kyle had been surprisingly silent through most this conversation much like yourself, except he was glued attentively to his phone.

"Kyle?" Stan asks, eyebrow raised.

"..Huh? Ha, oh what?" Kyle looks up to see four pair of eyes looking at him with a range of different emotions.

He sets his phone down and sighs, "Sorry guys, I've just had a rough last day."

"All good! No worries." You chirp and Kyle gives you a thankful smile in return.

"Right, sorry, I was thinking we just do an open venue? You know the one right kinda in the center of town?" Kyle rhetorically asks, "It's open and that way we don't have to cap a number limit of how many guests."

After a few murmurs of agreement and nods from everyone else, Stan pulls up Kyle's laptop to reach out to the venue owners, whereas Kyle goes back on his phone. You take a peek as he turns it on, he opens the imessaging app and suddenly you notice the stress that piles on top of Kyle.

"Kyle?" You gently ask

He quickly turns his phone off and looks at you, "What's up Y/n?"

"You doing okay?"

"Uh, yeah! Never better." He gives you that awkward white man tight closed smile and you return his smile with a look that tells him you don't believe him.

He sighs and turns his phone back on, showing you the messages he's been receiving as well as his responses.

You frown in confusion and hand his phone back to him, "Who is this?"

"No clue, I have genuinely no clue at who this could be. I've tried calling the number as you read, and it keeps referring me to this pizzeria place, I asked what's with the prank texts and they informed it the number is a landline phone and it can't text." Kyle sighs in annoyance.

You take a peak at the others, who are still trying to figure out how to write a business email to the venue owners. Kyle turns his phone off again and shrugs, "You know I think I'm just going to have to ignore it.

He gets up and heads over to the others, grabbing his laptop gently from Stan's grasp and taking over the business email writing. You stare at him for a little while longer, taking note of the dark eye bags and sunken eyes that he's seemed to have suddenly.

You're not sure what's about to happen, but the recent events that have started going on in your life all points to a negative direction and you're not sure when it'll, but you feel, no, you know, that the impending doom about to burst.

TAGLIST: @captivq @kimiesstuff @bwljules @the-cooler-kira @1one1person1 @kenny-the-ken @neenieweenie @n0tangeliccc @revzxn @mirophobic @gonefiishiing @musiclovebot @bootsieboo @bonez4brainz @4xbei77 @1996kj @sweetadonisbutbetter @scinclaitnoir @okarigold

[sliverwolf20]

Call of Duty: CyberLove

Summary: The start of the journey for Captain Terris, a Former member of the NEST team, who joins forces in the battle with Kyle Garrick and John Price of the SAS

Pairing: Poly 141 x OC, Gaz x OC

Word Count: 4,476

Masterlist

After serving in the American military for eleven years, ten of the years with the Classified Strike team; Non-Biological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty also known as NEST. After many events with the Autobots and NEST team, I went into quasi-retirement before moving to the United Kingdom in 2018 for a peaceful life but active for any private contract jobs. The Director of National Intelligence, Charlotte Mearing gave my contact information to the CIA Agent Kate Laswell for any mission that required my experiences.

Piccadilly

London, UK

October 25, 2019

18:00

I am strolling toward the plaza as the street is bustling with people shopping. My earpiece attaches to the radio pick up of the chatters from the nearby police radio system as I walk past an SUV containing the SAS officer with the CTSFO. I was contacted by Laswell an hour ago and am currently undercovered to keep the terrorist group, Al-Qatala unaware of my presence. I notice a white van loaded with a few barrel bombs and I quickly but calmly move toward the crossover. I didn’t step in unless I had an option. Then chaos went down and I quickly worked on getting the civilians out of harm's way as I gave backup to the police. I also radio in the situation,

“This is Captain Terris of NEST, We are under attacks near Piccadilly Circus by Terrorists! We need backup now!!” I reported as I opened fire on the terrorists. I helped with the civilian evacuation while shooting down the terrorists.  I quickly assembled my sniper gun and helped long distance, shooting down shooters up on the top windows of the surrounding building. After a while, I helped the SAS officer Kyle Garrick at the Tanto building for reports of hostages.

I help with the fallen door but knock it down as Garrick gets attacked by a knife-wielding terrorist until gunshots hit the enemy. I turn to see and have a hand up as Garrick calls out,

“Blue! Blue!” Garrick helped me up, I gave him a nod as the newcomer came over. He checked if we were armed and we confirmed before lifting the door out of the way.

He introduced himself as Captain Price before we headed into the Tanto building. We heard the beeping sound of a bomb as Price told us to check the corners. I quickly checked corners as we headed up and found no terrorists near the hostages. One of the hostages had a vest filled with explosives and went to work on disarming it. I removed my glove, revealing a cybernetic hand, and used it to hack the phone and stop the timer as I disarmed the bomb.

“Bomb neutralized. Hang on sir, I will get it off you as soon as possible. Try to stay calm.” I inform the other and calm the man in the vest as I break the lock with my robotic hand before helping him remove it. After escorting the civilians out and to the hands of the officers nearby. I walk up to Garrick and gently pat his shoulder,

“You good there?” I asked as Captain Price came up to check in on us. Garrick nods but his mind is elsewhere, frustrated by the limitation of his duty.

“It shouldn’t have happened in the first place… They sent us in half-assed, so everyone can just keep pretending we’re not at war.” Garrick gritted out

Price agrees with his answer,

“Yeah, lie of the fuckin’ century, that is.”

“Not to mention how limited we are with the rules of engagement regarding where and when, but never the how of the missions. I may be out of my place but I know how challenging it was in my unit back in America.” I respond as I put my glove back on, looking at them.

“Not to mention that my men were tracking that cell for weeks,” Garrick stated, caught Price's attention.

“You had actionable intel on this?” He asked and Garrick shrugged, agreeing to his question. Price told him that he was with him and invited me to take part before making a call to Laswell.

“I never got a chance to introduce myself to you, I’m Natasha Terris, former Captain of the Classified strike team NEST.” I introduce myself to Garrick.

“Kyle Garrick, Sargent of the SAS. I’m glad that you can help though the situation is not ideal as we are dealing with the Al-Qatala terrorists.” He said as I nodded in agreement.

“We’ll need to catch up to Price, share intel and work on stopping the terrorist. The last thing I want is another war where others are being… Don’t mind me, go through a lot worse with NEST and the Transformers.” I responded and rubbed my arm before he patted me on the shoulder in comfort. I smile at him before we catch up with Price, ready for whatever we can to stop the war.

[acefms]

if you’re hearing SEVEN DEVILS by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE playing, you have to know HENRIK OLSSON (HE/HIM; CIS MALE) is near by! the 32 year old CYBER SECURITY ANALYST/HACKER has been in denver for, like, 8 YEARS. they’re known to be quite CYNICAL, but being ASTUTE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble BILL SKARSGARD. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those DESTRUCTION AT THE CLICK OF A BUTTON, AVOIDING FAMILY REUNIONS, HALF HEAVEN HALF HELL, POLISHED APPEARANCE CHAOTIC MIND vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

NAME: henrik andres olsson AGE: thirty-two BIRTHDAY: february 2nd ZODIAC: aquarius OCCUPATION: cyber security analyst / hacker BIRTHPLACE: gothenburg, sweden. moved to the usa aged eleven. SEXUALITY: pansexual, panromantic SPOKEN LANGUAGES: fluent in swedish, english, spanish, french & mandarin POSITIVES: intellectual, adaptable, productive, confident, observant NEGATIVES: unpredictable, vengeful, aloof, calculated

background story.

tw: infidelity, emotional abuse/gaslighting, blackmail, hacking, drug use.

henrik was born and raised in in gothenburg, sweden. this time of his life was extremely happy, his relationship with his family the best it had ever been. they came from old money, every desire met within an instant. when henrik turned eleven he’d be told they were moving to New York City, where his father planned to expand the families well established pharmaceutical empire. it was after this move that his family's reality began to become clearer to a teenage boy in a new country.

he’d always assumed his parents to have a great marriage, but slowly more and more proof of infidelity began to arise from his fathers side of things, and with it came gaslighting and manipulation at his mothers expense. seeing this, resentment began to stir within a son who had once looked up to the head of his family and he began to act out of line.

things quickly became strained, the son who once fell in line now challenging everything. it was at this point henrik was shipped off to a fancy school far out of the way. he excelled in school, always the top of his class. while he held a certain level of popularity, his peers always seemed a little wary. always the observer, henrik always seemed to have something on everyone, and he'd been proven to be rather ruthless when pissed off, a trait unfortunately passed down from his father. it was during these years he began to dabble in hacking, harmless at first. he'd hack into the schools system, gaining access to test questions and answers which he'd then sell on to make a small profit. it was a small thrill, but it began the ascension into something deeper.

after high school henrik would go on to study at stanford, throwing himself fully into his education, graduating with honours. his communication with his family was very little at this point, but the point of no return would come when he finally went back home. he'd come to learn he had a younger, half-sibling that had been hidden for years, his fathers infidelity worse than ever before and his mother a shell of the person she used to be.

vengeful, henrik would use his skills to dig deeper into his fathers past, and the family that came before, uncovering years of corruption and deep-rooted decit that could ruin their stellar reputation. he'd go on to expose all of their secrets, a revelation that he was the one to do it making for an explosive family dinner he'd never forget ( though it was perhaps the most exhilarating time of his life ) . disowned by them all, he began to build a life for himself, leaving for denver. henrik would go on to start his own company, specializing in cyber security. he'd also come to be quite the ally to people with things they were desperate to uncover, or hide. for the right price, or cause, or purely out of boredom, henrik found himself in a world often questionable.

headcannons.

is the neatest person you will ever meet. he cannot stand mess in the slightest. every corner of his bedsheet is finely tucked in, every crumb swept up in an instant. a stark contrast to the mess inside of his mind.

will go on week-long benders and then suddenly remember that he can't stand most people and become recluse again for at least a month. he likes his own company.

it's often difficult to tell if he's joking or being serious, but most of the time he is actually joking. he has a rather dry, dark sense of humour.

is morally grey af. even he doesn't know which side he'll be on from one day to the next. he gets bored easily and desires thrill.

will insist he's not a relationship person yet has been in multiple, and still isn't sure how any of them happen.

can be charming when he wants to be but is a real fucking asshole when pissed off. he's working on it, but... it's not working.

more tba.

taken connections.

high school ex -- dov shapiro

former rival turned lover turned ex -- carleigha ortiz

desired connections.

sibling -- one younger brother, open to plotting out any dynamic. henrik definitely made things difficult for his family and tarnished their once untouched name.

fathers love child -- any gender, younger. henrik wouldn't have had much to do with them growing up as he was unaware of their existence.

a more current ex -- up for plotting. broken up for a year or so.

clients -- legitimate and illegitimate. he is good at what he does, and takes his legitimate business very seriously. this is one of the main things i want for him please ! keep a former rich boy in work i beg.

i detest you yet you keep ending up in my bed -- self explanatory, up for plotting.

unlikely friends, people who dislike him ( i imagine there is plenty ), people he has wronged, anything, anything, anything.

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 9.18

Holidays

Aging Awareness Day

Astronomy Day (Armenia)

Big Brothers Big Sisters Day (Canada)

Celebrate Your Name Day

Celebration of Talent (French Republic)

Chiropractic Founders Day

Clemente Day

Day of National Music (Azerbaijan)

Deceased Motorcyclists Remembrance Day (Ukraine)

Dieciocho (Chile)

Eleven Days of Global Unity, Day 8: Human Rights

European Heritage Days (EU)

Feast Day of the Walloon Region (Belgium)

Festival of Inner Worlds

Festival of Labour (French Republic)

Fiesta Patrias (Chile)

First Love Day

Global Company Culture Day

Hug a Greeting Card Writer Day

International Equal Pay Day (UN)

International Pitt Hopkins Awareness Day

International Read an eBook Day

Island Language Day (Okinawa, Japan)

Jeannie in a Bottle Day

Jitiya Parwa (Only Women Employees; Nepal)

Jonny Quest Day

Long Playing Record Day

Mickey Mantle Day (New York)

Mid-Autumn Festival Holiday (Taiwan)

Mountain Meadows Massacre Anniversary Day (by Mormon Church Members; Utah)

Mukden Incident Anniversary Day

National Cannabis Day (Germany)

National Ceiling Fan Day

National Colton Day

National Day of Civic Hacking

National Fitness Day (UK)

National HIV/AIDS and Aging Awareness Day

National Museum Day [also 5.18]

National Music Day (Azerbaijan)

National Play-Dough Day

National Rehabilitation Day

National Report Kickback Fraud Day

National Respect! Day

National Science Reading Day

National Tree Day (Canada)

Navy Day (Croatia)

New York Times Day

918 Day (Oklahoma)

Persian Literature and Pony Day (Iran)

PCOS Awareness Day

Scouring of the White Horse (Wantage, Berkshire, UK)

Shima-kutuba Day (Japan; Okinawa)

Top Ten List Day

U.S. Air Force Day

Victory of Uprona (Burgundy)

Vulver Awareness Day

World Bamboo Day

World Knot Tying Day

World Medical Ethics Day

World Water Monitoring Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Brett Day

National Cheeseburger Day

National Chocolate Day

Rice Krispies Treats Day

Independence & Related Days

Buddie Union (Declared; 2015) [unrecognized]

Chile (a.k.a. Dieciocho, 1st Gov't Junta, 1818)

Free Republic of Silbervia (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

3rd Wednesday in September

Banned Websites Awareness Day [3rd Wednesday]

Ember Day (Roman Catholic and Anglican Churches) [Wednesday after 9.14]

Human Resource Manager Day [3rd Wednesday]

Hump Day [Every Wednesday]

Mouth Cancer Awareness Day (Ireland) [3rd Wednesday]

National Attention Deficit Disorder Awareness Day [3rd Wednesday]

National Rehabilitation Day [3rd Wednesday]

National School Backpack Awareness Day [3rd Wednesday]

Quarter Tense (Ireland) [Wednesday after 9.14]

Wacky Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Wandering Wednesday [3rd Wednesday of Each Month]

Website Wednesday [Every Wednesday]

Wiener Wednesday [3rd Wednesday of Each Month]

Weekly Holidays beginning September 18 (3rd Full Week of September)

Wear Cotton Week (thru 9.25)

Festivals Beginning September 18, 2024

Eurofurence (Hamburg, Germany) [thru 9.21]

Festival du Film Merveilleux et Imaginaire (Paris, France) [thru 9.20]

Lost Lands (Thornville, Ohio) [thru 9.22]

National Cattle Congress (Waterloo, Iowa) [thru 9.22]

Walnut Valley Festival (Winfield, Kansas) [thru 9.22]

Feast Days

Amoeba Assimilation Day (Pastafarian)

Anton Mauve (Artology)

Arcadius, Bishop of Novgorod (Christian; Saint)

Ariadne of Phrygia (Christian; Martyr)

Bidzin, Elizbar, and Shalva, Princes of Georgia (Christian; Martyrs)

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge (Artology)

Castor of Alexandria (Christian; Martyr)

Constantius (Theban Legion)

Ear Wig Fitting Day (Shamanism)

Edward Bouverie Pusey (Episcopal Church)

Eleusinian Mysteries begin (Ancient Rome; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Eugene’s, Bishop of Gortyna (Christian; Saint)

Eustorgius I (Christian; Saint)

Ferreol (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Ceres (Roman Goddess of Agriculture & Grain Crops)

Festival of Labour (French Republic)

Foundation Day (Unification Church)

Hilarion of Optima (Christian; Saint)

Joe Kubert (Artology)

John Harvey Kellogg Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

José de Rivera (Artology)

Joseph of Cupertino (Christian; Martyr)

Juan Macias (Christian; Saint)

Konstantin Kakanias (Artology)

Leonardo da Crunchy (Muppetism)

Lord Berners (Artology)

Lynn Abbey (Writerism)

Mark di Suvero (Artology)

Methodius of Olympus (Christian; Saint)

Plataia (Ancient Greece)

Richardis (Christian; Saint)

Rosmerta (Celtic Book of Days)

Samuel Johnson (Writerism)

Scouring the White Horse begins (Everyday Wicca)

Sophia and Irene of Egypt (Christian; Martyrs)

Third Nostril of Christ Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Thomas of Villanova (Christian; Saint)

Tzom Gedaliah (Fast of Gedalia; Judaism)

Vanaheim Day (Pagan)

Vondel (Positivist; Saint)

Zay Day (Sus God Zay) [Wear red or purple hoodies]

Lunar Calendar Holidays

Chong Chao (Macau)

Chusok (South Korea)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Fortunate Day (Pagan) [38 of 53]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Tycho Brahe Unlucky Day (Scandinavia) [31 of 37]

Unglückstage (Unlucky Day; Pennsylvania Dutch) [24 of 30]

Unlucky 18th (Philippines) [3 of 3]

Premieres

Abacab, by Genesis (Album; 1981)

Abou Ben Boogie (Swing Symphony Cartoon; 1944)

The Addams Family (TV Series; 1964)

Birthday, recorded by The Beatles (Song; 1967)

A Bully Frog (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1936)

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (Film; 1958)

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (Animated Film; 2009)

Continental Divide (Film; 1981)

Crazytown (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1959)

The Day the Earth Stood Still (Film; 1951)

Dog Daze (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Enough Said (Film; 2013)

The Farm of Tomorrow (MGM Cartoon; 1954)

Fatal Attraction (Film; 1987)

Five and Dime (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1933)

The French Lieutenant’s Woman (Film; 1981)

Funny Girl (Film; 1968)

Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Ace Frehley, and Peter Criss (Albums; 1978)

Get Smart (TV Series; 1965)

Goldfinger premiered in UK (1964) [James Bond #3]

Goo Goo Goliath (WB MM Cartoon; 1954)

The Gullible Canary (Phantasies Cartoon; 1942)

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1959)

Heartache Tonight, by The Eagles (Song; 1979)

I Likes Babies and Infanks (Fleischer Cartoon Popeye Cartoon; 1937)

In the Night Kitchen, by Maurice Sendak (Children’s Book; 1970)

The Japoteurs (Fleischer Cartoon; 1942) [#10]

Jennifer’s Body (Film; 2009)

Jonny Quest (Animated TV Series; 1964)

Making Money, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2007) [Discworld #36]

Maple Leaf Rag, by Scott Joplin (Song; 1899)

Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials (Film; 2015)

The Moffatt Translation of the Bible (Bible; 1922)

More Than a Feeling,, by Boston (Song; 1976)

New York Times (Daily Newspaper; 1851)

Old Rockin’ Chair Tom (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1948)

Pain Strikes Underdog, Parts 1 & 2 (Underdog Cartoon, S2, Eps. 1 & 2 1965)

Pink in the Clink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1968)

The Road to Ruin or Mine Over Matter (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 55; 1960)

Rockin’ with Judy Jetson (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Movie; 1988)

Rush Hour (Film; 1998)

School Daze (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

The Scorch Trials, by James Dashner (Novel; 2010) [Maze Runner #2]

Serve It Forth (Art of Eating), by M.F.K. Fisher (Food Essays; 1937)

Severed Relations or How to Get a Head (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 161; 1962)

Sicario (Film; 2015)

Singles (Film; 1992)

Smiley Smile, by The Beach Boys (Album; 1967)

Strange Little Girl, by Tori Amos (Album; 2001)

A Streetcar Named Desire (Film; 1951)

Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip (TV Series; 2006)

Superman: Doomsday (WB Animated Film; 2007)

That’s the Way the Cookie Crumbles or Me and My Chateau (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 162; 1962)

Tired and Feathered (WB LT Cartoon; 1965)

Two Flying Ghosts or High Spirits (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 56; 1960)

Wagon Train (TV Series; 1957)

War Pigs, by Black Sabbath (Song; 1970)

Where’s Wally, by Martin Hanford (Puzzle Book; 1987)

WKRP in Cincinnati (TV Series; 1978)

Today’s Name Days

Herlinda, Josef, Lambert, Rica (Austria)

Alfonz, Irena, Jonatan, Josip, Sonja (Croatia)

Kryštof, Oskar (Czech Republic)

Titus (Denmark)

Tiido, Tiidrik, Tiidu, Tiit (Estonia)

Tytti, Tyyne, Tyyni (Finland)

Nadège, Véra (France)

Alfons, Herlinde, Lambert, Rica (Germany)

Ariadne, Ariadni, Evmenis, Kastor, Romylos (Greece)

Diána (Hungary)

Eumenio, Giuseppe, Maria, Sofia (Italy)

Alinta, Elita, Gizela, Liesma (Latvia)

Galmantė, Mingailas, Stefa, Stefanija (Lithuania)

Henriette, Henry (Norway)

Dobrowit, Irena, Irma, Józef, Ryszarda, Stefania, Tytus, Zachariasz (Poland)

Eumenie (Romania)

Elizaveta, Raisa (Russia)

Eugénia (Slovakia)

José, Sofía, Sonia (Spain)

Orvar (Sweden)

Irene (Ukraine)

Clint, Clinton, Corbin, Corwin, Corwyn, Korbin, Korvin (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 262 of 2024; 104 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of Week 38 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Guy-You), Day 16 (Yi-You)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 15 Elul 5784

Islamic: 14 Rabi I 1446

J Cal: 22 Gold; Oneday [22 of 30]

Julian: 5 September 2024

Moon: 99%: Waning Gibbous

Positivist: 10 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Racine]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 12 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 91 of 94)

Week: 3rd Full Week of September

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 28 of 32)

[mogai-sunflowers]

hacklexic & hackerlexic!

hacklexic-

a gender that is/is related to the word ‘hack’!

[Image ID: A flag with eleven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are bright red, black, navy blue, green, pastel lime green, black, pastel lime green, green, navy blue, black, and bright red. There is a black box with a vertical pole of the same color through its center in the middle of the flag. End ID.]

hackerlexic-

a gender that is/is related to the word ‘hacker’!

[Image ID: A flag with eleven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are bright red, black, navy blue, green, pastel lime green, bright red, pastel lime green, green, navy blue, black, and bright red. There is a bright red box with a vertical pole of the same color through its center in the middle of the flag. End ID.]

terms and flags by me, requested by no one :3

[league-of-sam]

Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

You bounced your leg the entire journey, so much so that Ghost had made several comments about you shaking the car so much that you were giving him motion sickness. 

But you were nervous, going into a public place without the protection of your mask, your face in full view of everyone – a room full of the known enemy. 

Soap had placed a comforting hand on your knee, which helped a little, but not enough.

When you pulled up to the venue, your jaw dropped.

It was beautiful; a grand mansion in the middle of Las Almas. White, marbled walls and stair cases, spotlights all the way up to the golden double doors. The place was trawling with masked security holding a magnitude of automatic weapons. 

"Fucking hell..." you whispered, grabbing onto Soap's hand tightly.

"Hey, we're gonna be fine, pet."

Ghost turned from the front seat, leaning in to the two of you.

"Here are your comms, don't let anyone see."

You took the first, slipping it into your hair covered ear, Soap following your actions.

"6-2, checking in." you mumbled.

"7-1, checking in."

"Shadow 1 reading you loud and clear. Let's do this." Graves answered.

With one final nod from Ghost, you and Soap exited the vehicle, and his arm tightly wound around your waist as you ascended the steps to the doors.

Time to put on a show.

Wordlessly, you handed the doorman your invitation, Soap squeezing your side tightly as the two guards shamelessly took in your appearance.

"What is your purpose here?" they asked, patting the two of you down.

"My name is Natalia Belyaev, I am the daughter of billionaire investor Dmitri Belyaev." you said in your perfect accent, eyes narrowing as the man in front of you stooped down to pat your legs.

"So, I suggest you take your hands off my ass before I have you shot against a post."

"Easy, Reaper." Ghost chuckled into the comms, "Let's not massacre just yet."

"My apologies, miss."

The grand doors opened, revealing a reception room full of people, dressed to the 'nines. You recognised some of the people there, having seen many of their faces on various terrorist watchlists. 

"6-2 to 0-7, there are hundreds of wanted terrorists here."

"Stay on target, Price. We've got 'em."

"Thermal imaging and software ready to go for the signal." Graves said.

Moving elegantly around the room on Soap's arm, you faked pleasantries with many, enduring the disgusting flirting with most of the men in the room. The two of you observed for well over an hour before locating any sign of the office.

As you chugged down your fourth glass of Champaign, desperate to calm your nerves, Soap moved in front of you, pulling you flush against his chest, lips grazing your ear.

"Soap what the fuck-"

"Voice down, the guy in the corner won't stop watching you."

Sure enough, when you embraced Soap to get a good look over his shoulder, there was a man, eyes locked on you. 

"Are you made?" Ghost said, with what sounded like concern.

"Negative, just think he might be interested in our little assassin here."

Soap didn't let you go just yet, feeling a little apprehensive and protective, which gave you an unsuspicious opportunity to examine that side of the room. The man locked eyes with you, giving you a nod, before raising his head to look up at the balcony.

You followed his gaze, seeing a set of marble stairs, cut off with a red rope. At the top, two armed guards stood, and a door sat to their left.

The office.

"It's Ale's informant. Laswell must have told him what I'd be wearing."

"Are you sure?" Ghost asked.

You rolled your eyes, "Well he's just shown me where the office is, so I'd say I'm pretty damn sure, L.T."

"Graves, get ready on that hacking device." Soap instructed, not waiting for a response before guiding the two of you closer.

As you approached the staircase, the guards pointed their guns at you, muttering that the floor was off-limits to guests. Issuing a flirty apology, you walked away, being sure to swing your hips dramatically.

At that moment, the band began playing, and the floor cleared. A quick, Spanish beat was being plucked. Around the room, men picked up women, bringing them into the space, locking you and Soap right in the middle.

They were playing the fucking Tango.

People began dancing around you, dipping, twirling, moving rapidly to the beat. You and Soap looked at each other, seeing no way off the dancefloor. 

"Shit! Do you dance?" you whispered, standing close.

"I'm from Scotland!"

"What, they don't have dancing in Scotland?"

"Steamin' jesus, don't fuckin' tell anyone about this."

"About wha-"

Before you could protest, Soap dipped you down, bringing your leg up to his hip delicately. His eyes never looked away from your shocked ones as he gracefully threw you around the dancefloor. 

Ghost, confused, watched from the small tablet in his hand. He could see Soap tossing you around like a ragdoll to the music. 

"Ya need to get up to that fuckin' office, I've been sat here for over an hour."

"Well, we need a distraction!" you pleaded.

"Then make one."

You growled, frustrated with Ghost's impatience and complete unwillingness to be useful.

In all honesty, with most of the guests dancing, it was a pretty big distraction. The only problem was the armed guards at the top of the stairs. That was, until Alejandro's informant ran over to them.

You couldn't quite hear what he said, but he spoke in such frantic Spanish that the two guards sprung into action, following him through the room. As he passed the two of you, he shot you a wink, and you took that as opportunity to go.

"This is 6-2, it's go time."

Rushing up the stairs with Soap on your tail, you burst into the room, slipping off your heels as you hopped to the desk.

Soap closed the door, locking it and then wedging a chair under the handle. Looking out the window, he saw commotion on the dancefloor, with Alejandro's informant pointing to someone. He watched in horror as the man he pointed to was thrown violently over the table, punch and glass going everywhere.

"Okay, we got about 5 minutes before someone comes a'knockin."

"Shit." you pulled the memory stick out of your shoe, "Graves, I need you. Start now!"

"On it, darlin'."

You sat on the seat, Soap leaning over you as you watched the computer light up, black screen with rolls and rolls of green code flashing.

"Alright, stick it in."

You did as told, shoving the memory stick into the port, "Okay, go!"

"Initialising data transfer."

A green bar appeared, indicating that the transfer had began. There was nothing you and Soap could do now but wait. 

"Ghost? You still got eyes on us, right?" you asked.

"Affirm."

"So, you saw Soap do the Tango?" you smirked, looking up at him.

"I did."

"You recorded it to show everyone else, right?"

There was no silence for a moment, until a low chuckle came through the comms, "Fuck yeah I did."

You burst into giggles, Soap groaning in embarrassment.

But that was cut short.

The thumps of boots could be heard on the step, and with swift movement, Soap was peering out of the window.

"Fuck! They're coming!"

You turned back to the computer, leg bouncing as the number went up slower, and slower...

94%...95%...96%...97%

"It's not gonna be done in time!" you exclaimed running a hand through your hair.

The guards were mere steps away now. You looked around panicked, while Soap moved the chair from the handle. You heard mumbles from outside, one of the guards saying that he'd heard movement.

98%.

"Do you trust me?" Soap said, pulling you up.

"Yes?" you said, confused.

99%.

"S'good. I'm really sorry for this."

You looked at him, but before you could utter a word, his hands slid around your waist, slamming your body into his, and his lips fell on yours.

Oh no. Oh fucking no.

Despite yourself, and what ever the fuck you were feeling for Ghost, you knew Soap's thinking was quick, and might actually work.

You threw your arms over his shoulder, deepening the kiss, sliding your leg through the elegant slit on your dress and up his body, sitting it above his belt. It was heated, Soap's hands running all over your body as you clutched at his clothes, and you could feel your face burn, knowing most of the squad could both see and hear you.

The door was being banged on, every boom making your body jump.

"S'alright, this'll work." Soap mumbled into your mouth.

"It fucking better."

The lock shattered, making the door swing open to reveal the two guards from before. The light from the hall shined into the room, illuminating you and Soap.

In that position, it was no secret to what you were supposed to be doing. Your face was flushed, hair messy. Deep red lipstick was smudged around both your mouths. 

Yeah, if you walked in on this, you'd be walking straight out, blushing.

"100%. Get the hell outta there." Graves said in your ear.

"Oh, my, so sorry. How embarrassing!" you said, clambouring off of Soap.

You reached behind you, yanking the memory stick out, and ran around the room to put your shoes back on.

Pulling your dress down, you stumbled over to the guards, who were stiff with shock.

"I am so sorry," you flirted, pushing your breasts together, "me and my bodyguard, well, you know how it is. We just needed a little privacy."

"I-it's quite alright, Miss Belyaev. Please, go." one stuttered out, moving to let you pass.

"Why thank you, boys. Such gentlemen." you said, tugging at their collars, your fingers lingering.

"If you'd like a reward, come and find me later." you winked, passing them by.

Soap grabbed your hand, yanking you down the steps, leaving the guards blushing messes from your proposition. He held you close, wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Christ, (Y/N), did ye have to wear so much lipstick?"

"No one told you to kiss her, sergeant." Graves voice came, not hiding his anger.

The two of you snorted, walking with a quickened pace to get out of the building as soon as possible. With a quick scan of the room, you could see that Alejandro's informant was nowhere to be seen.

Back in the car, Ghost was white-knuckling the tablet so hard, he thought he might break it.

What the fuck was that?

His breathing was heavy and irregular, his heart beating out of his chest. He wanted to shoot Laswell for insisting on thermal imaging capture. He didn't need to see that. He didn't need to see his, well, the closest thing he had to a best friend all over girl he had feelings for. 

The first girl in over ten years to break through his barrier.

Luckily, he didn't need to distract himself, as around 6 armed guards jogged past the window. 

Right. 

Professional.

"Soap, somethin's going on. Get out o' there."

"We're coming, L.T. 30 seconds away."

Ghost looked out of the window to see you and Soap hand in hand, bombing it down the steps. You were barefoot, tossing the heels aside as you clutched the memory stick.

His heart lurched up into his chest as the doors burst open, and the popping of gunfire polluted the air. You had screamed, dropping to the floor, Soap throwing his body on yours as the two of you rolled down the last few steps. 

Alejandro's car screeched to a halt behind, Rudy jumping out to throw Soap into the car before they sped off.

Ghost swung open the door, shooting three of the guards down before picking you up, and tossing you into the back seat before climbing in himself, and stepping on the pedal.

"Are you hit?"

"N-no, I'm good." you panted, fear in your eyes.

"Get changed, they're following." he said, tossing a duffel at you.

You frantically zipped it open, pulling out the contents - boots, trousers, shirt, knife. Not even bothering to cover yourself up, you did your best to get changed as Ghost sped through the back lanes of Las Almas.

Lights flashed behind, and a scream ripped through you once again as bullets littered the car, shattering the glass.

"I can't lose 'em, we're gonna have to run for it!"

"What? We have no defence!"

"Just fucking do it!"

With that, Ghost rammed the car through an opening in the woods, throwing you into the door with a hard slam. The car bounced over downed trees, speeding through the greenery until Ghost stopped the car, hopping out and running to your side.

"C'mon, we gotta go." he said, hands dragging you from the car.

You were barely upright before he was pulling you deeper into the woods. You reached into your ear to communicate with the team, only to find it empty.

Shit.

You were completely alone in this now.

The car got smaller as you rushed through the woods, Ghost occasionally looking back to make sure you were following, and to shoot bullets past you at the men who'd managed to stay on your trail.

He had to keep you alive. 

No matter how conflicted his heart was, you had to live.

You just had to.

[bountybros]

hey how’d everyone get in jail?? same thing i’m assuming?

Actually they all have very different reasons! A little premise: This takes place after the events of Who Framed Roger Rabbit (If you haven't seen it or heard of it, please watch it!! It's my fav movie!!). A toon going rogue was a nightmare in the real world so toons were forced to stay within Toon Town, repeating narratives over and over like a vicious cycle. They end up making Toon Town become something hidden behind area 51, so people who weren't alive during the events of the movie just chalked up Toon Town to being a myth. With this, however, the government wanted to get in on the action and begin training certain cartoons for military purposes and secret weapons. LONG TEXT AHEAD! CHARACTER REASONS BELOW!

Cuphead happened to be the next toon to essentially take the throne of number one toon assassin. His memories were wiped and he only remembered training, reading and his stick rules within the base. He begins to see how corrupt it is as he gets older and by the time he hits the age of 17, he pulls an Eleven (Stranger Things Reference, also watch that if you haven't!!) and takes down majority of the scientists in there and escapes (leaving a blood bath). He is damaged badly from being shot with "DIP"; turpentine, acetone, benzene. It leaves a permanent scar on him and pain is something that is very new to him, being a toon. Enter Calvin, a hacker who after growing up, wanted to make Hobbes into someone he could interact with all the time and still get into some mischief. So he began to isolate himself and teach himself to code. He created the Hobbes Virus, which shows up as a cute pop up of Hobbes only for it to shut down your computer and hack your system, putting out your location. People don't know who Calvin is, but recognize the Hobbes interface, it being infamous. Cuphead stumbles into his home one night, still injured and pretends to be a doll. Calvin is suspicious and that makes Cuphead reveal he is a toon, but not verbally. His eyes just follow him and he can only grunt and cough. He gets nursed back to health by Calvin, who had always had a big heart for toons and always wanted to meet one. Cup finds himself thanking Calvin and tells him he is forever in his debt, not really understanding friendship or good deeds. After they begin to bond some over some time, Cuphead tells Calvin his plan to take over Area 51 and release the toons from Toon Town so they can be free. Calvin is 100% supportive of this plan, but realizes that Cup didn't think ahead as to exactly how to go about it, and just mentions how there are some names he is familiar with in Toon Town jail. So they give themselves up and intentionally find the strongest people and smartest people they know.

Mighty is known as the strongest man in the jail, having been sent there after hearing about him going on several rampages with people who picked at him the wrong way. He left quite the mess and was not in a good headspace during these rampages, having lost several loved ones in he span of a few months.

Sunday was the top of her class and had won splatfest with ease. But she began to see the cycle of her home and wanted to do things differently. She figured that there could be serious trouble for toons and all characters alike and decided to dabble into making her ink poisonous, which was against the law. She had no regrets and felt like being the golden child and top A student only got her so far.

Terra had all of her canon events happen, from befriending the titans, to betraying them, her sacrifice and her going back to a "normal" life. She felt after trying to play this role that she was fully letting go of a part of her identity, so doing what she did best, she ran away and thought to try again, purposing to not make the same mistake and not be as social as she used to be. Just save the day and get out of there. However, she was infamous for working with Slade and was eventually tracked down by the Toon Town police having disturbed her canon events. She accepted it and believed that was her punishment she needed to bare.

Felix was caught J walking. That's it. He literally J walked in front of a Toon Town police car. But he is in jail often for stupid things. Snap was found outside of Chalkzone after realizing Rudy (his creator) hadn't returned after some time, only to be outside in the real world, which is pretty much against the law after the Judge Doom incident in Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Twenty Nine.

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three  Twenty Four  Twenty Five  Twenty Six  Twenty Seven  Twenty Eight

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Angel's POV

"The soothing, relaxing, vibrating girlfriend," I hum softly to Edie, while she lies naked on top of me, shaking yet boiling hot. Flu is a fucker, and right now it's fucking her big time.

"Don't, don't make me laugh or I'll start coughing again!" she exclaims, before doing just that, hacking her lungs up. I reach over to the nightstand and pick up her bottle of cough syrup, which she takes a mouthful of before I stretch to return it there and continue idly stoking her nakedness. Lying against me like this is very soothing for her since she's almost permanently boiling hot, and with my body temperature being that of a stone, I work well in reducing her raging fever. She's been sick for three days now, and when I dropped the note in to Tyrell Cleaves at the CD he wasn't impressed, even questioning Charles and his worth as a doctor.

I stayed around for the phone call he made to Charles, and stood there laughing quietly when my 'father' blasted him with a barrage of accolades and then asked him if he'd like a diagnosis for his ignorance, because he'd be happy to give him one. 'The letters after my name actually mean something, you know, you dull-witted oaf!' Charles raged at him before hanging up. I was in hysterics as soon as I got outside of the building. Edie laughed too when I'd arrived home later that night and told her.

"You know, I actually wanted to book a little time off work so I could spend some time with you, but this wasn't exactly what I had planned, being so sick I can hardly fucking move," she complains, her shudders still not stopping.

"In turn, I hate seeing you like this, knowing there ain't much I can do about it," I lament, stroking her damp hair and kissing her head. She's all clammy with sweat right now.

"Isn't much you can do? Angel, you've been looking after me for the last three days, putting me first when you can around having to go to work and rest in the day. There isn't a single other thing you could be doing for me that you aren't already. Hell, you're even foregoing a full day's rest to make sure I'm okay," she tells me, moving to kiss my cheek and then groaning in pain. Even though it was over one hundred and thirty years ago, I still remember only too well how crippling having the flu is. Edie lamented that she felt like she'd been beaten all over with hammers, she ached so much, which is just how I felt when I was bedridden by it for ten days as a human.

"I suppose you're right. I forget how wonderful I am sometimes."  

“Oh, such modesty.” Her joke makes me laugh quietly, reaching for the cool wash cloth and dabbing her forehead with it again. Lying here, being attentive and talking to her is about all I can do at the moment, since she's too sick for me to take her out anywhere or enjoy rolling her around the bed in the name of wild sex. I understand that she feels rotten, so I'm not going to pester her for it, although I’m horny as fuck. It’s here that I suddenly have an idea after looking at my watch and seeing I have to be at work in an hour from now. I'll go in today, but after tonight I'm cancelling my appointments for the next week, so I get to spend more time with Edie since she isn't working at the moment either.

I have all eternity to tattoo people and whatever other careers I might go into in my immortal time here, but I don't have all eternity with Edie, sadly. I want to enjoy her as much as I can, so take great pleasure in telling her of my plans upon my arrival home six hours later, finding her lying in the bath fully submerged. I just stand in the doorway and look at her for a few moments as she lies with her head under the water, before she obviously feels me right there and emerges to give me a big smile. No other human has ever captured my interest or my heart as much as Miss Bailey here.

"Are you hovering for a reason?" she asks, before puckering her lips at me. I go over to her and plant a kiss on them before beginning to undress.

"Just thinking how lovely you are while deciding to interrupt your bath or not," I tell her.

"I see you've made up your mind there then," she nods, as I remove the last of my clothes and slide into the hot water behind her.

"I have, and I also made up my mind on something else, too. I've cancelled all of my appointments for the next week so I can spend all the time I want to with you. I have all eternity to work, I don't have all eternity with you.” Wrapping her in my arms, I kiss her head, noting that she feels a little cooler now, fever wise.  

"You didn't have to do that, I'm not much company anyway at the moment, and also won't it be bad for business, you just clearing your schedule for the next week? Your clients will be so disappointed," she states, turning to look at me with a little concern.

"They've all been rescheduled for later times over the next month, so no one is going to be disappointed. Besides, you should know by now that you're the only human I give a shit about," I assure her, watching her smile before she rests her head back against my shoulder. Tonight is the start of the nights to follow where Edie and I lie together, be it in the bathtub, the bed, or downstairs in the back yard when she's feeling too hot, and talk about anything and everything.

"I met Eric when Ursula visited a vampire who used to live in his former nest. I thought he was the weirdest vamp I'd encountered, but it was that difference in him that I ended up liking. I mean there's no doubt about the fact he's a vampire, but he has good human attributes too that some vampires lose forever. He's savage when he's pissed off or in combat though. One of our favourite things to do shortly after we met him was to go and kill the reanimated together. I remember one time just for fun, me, him and EZ went into the middle of Vegas with machine guns and deliberately stood there in the street firing off round after round into the air to bring out the dead, and then tore them all apart," I explain in reminiscence as we sit on the large and ornate wrought iron bench in the back yard a few more days into her sickness. She wanted to know more about how it was back when the disaster had struck.

"How did you kill them if you couldn't drain them?" she questions with interest, pulling the blanket she's wrapped in around herself a little tighter. She says she feels cold, yet her skin is like a furnace. At least she's stopped throwing up for the time, six days in now.

"We'd tear their heads off, or just punch them straight through the skull. That was the only way to kill them, a direct blow to the head. We used to make their heads explode everywhere, it was fun. Ursula came with us once and recorded it on a video camera. She said it was like her version of a normal mother filming her kids' graduation. I've no idea where the tape is now, I even looked for it earlier. What I did find, though, are my Godfather trilogy DVD’s. I remember you said you’d only seen the first one.” Immediately, her eyes light up.  

"Ooooh, yes! But not until later, as right now I’m really enjoying out conversation, now that I finally feel I can concentrate better.” She's been a little out of it with the flu medicine she's been taking recently, but after Charles read the labels on the bottles and packets, he promptly put them in the bin. He told her all she needed was ibuprofen to lower her temperature and ease her physical discomfort, and tea tree oil to help with her sinus trouble, which would also help cleanse her of germs. He bought both for her himself, and I'll never forget the lecture I got when he arrived back. 'I don't know what you bought all of that highly caffeinated and sugar laden crap for! I bloody told you not to, quite specifically, too! All this modern witchcraft medicine, these pharmaceutical companies and their money-making chicanery, it's enough to make me want to spit!' he fumed while heading upstairs, leaving me laughing in his wake. I love how he denounces anything he doesn't think is beneficial to medicine as witchcraft.

"I know what we haven't done and said we'd do, look up ideas for the tattoo you want here," I suggest, moving the arm that's around her to reach down and trail my fingertips over the small scars on her chest.

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten all about that! Let's go now, I feel better for getting some air anyway," she replies excitedly, standing up. We head back inside and up to my room, where I switch my computer on and then pull her down onto my lap to begin looking at images once it's loaded up.

"Look at the date, we've been together properly for a month today," I tell her, after noticing the time and date icon load at the lower right-hand side of the screen. Her face is a picture of surprise.

"A month, really? Is it that long already?"  

"It is, happy anniversary, even though it's lame to have one for your first month," I tell her, giving her a kiss.

"Yeah, pretty lame. That's why I'm not returning the sentiment. And to think you're a vampire too. I dunno," she teases softly with an eye roll, making me laugh. I'm always amused when she mocks me, because it's good to hear. I can't have banter with humans; they're all too scared of me. Edie isn't though, and I love it.

"I'll be mean to you for a while to make up for it then," I joke, still laughing a little.

She leans to kiss my head, her nails combing through my hair. “That’s better.” We sit for an hour looking over different designs and ideas, with Edie pulling very thoughtful faces as we work through the various themes.

"What about if I did something that went down both sides of your chest, say from here to here," I suggest, trailing my finger from her collarbone to the top of her breast where the white lines run to.

"I don't know, I don't want it to be anything too big or bold, but now you're making me start to worry it'll look funny just on one side," she says, looking down at her chest.

"Well, I'll draw out two of whatever you have done and do one first, and then if you want the other, I'll have the line drawing right there. You need to decide what you want first though.” She doesn't make that decision tonight, getting a headache after looking at the computer for an hour and wanting to go to bed after that.  

She falls asleep quickly, and so as not to disturb her I head downstairs and wait for Ursula to arrive home. Heading to the kitchen, I pull out some fresh cuts of meat from the fridge for Icarus and Thor, throwing them into their bowls. When I whistle for them, they come running just as I expect, but just five seconds after they've put their heads down to eat, they're startled by something none of us expected. That something is for a bloody and beaten EZ to open the kitchen door and come crashing through, swaying on his feet before falling. I catch him before he hits the floor.

"What the fuck happened to you?" I ask as I haul him up and kick out a chair at the kitchen table to sit him in.

"Ten other vampires, back there right at the bottom of the main road just before I was about to turn up to here. I knew there was about four of them lurking as soon as I turned the corner, the other six caught up pretty quickly, though. I can't talk… I need blood," he grunts, holding a hand to where he's obviously been stabbed in the lung with something silver. Knowing Edie is sick and sleeping (and selfishly I'm not willing to share my food source) but seeing that my brother needs blood quickly, I zoom out without word, traveling the two-minute walk to Ursula's human friend Angela's house in about ten seconds at my speed. Twenty seconds after that and she's standing in the kitchen with me, EZ's mouth clapped around her wrist. Just then, Charles arrives.

"I'll have the fangs of whoever did this, and I will find out who," he states vehemently, after casting his eye over EZ.

"No, you won't. You know as my creator I'd never tell you what to do, but when you hear what I have to say, you'll back off. They were anti-TVM vigilantes, and they gave me a message. Unless Ursula surrender and expose her ties with the TVM and its other figureheads, this and worse happens to Angel. I suppose they needed someone to make their point with before that happened," he reveals after feeding, sealing Angela's wrist and then kissing it as he looks up at her. I don't think she will be going home tonight. She's about the only human he can tolerate, and that is because she's a very intelligent woman, and a damn good fuck too, apparently.

"In turn to match your initial words, no, they won't. I can bet just who is behind this, and it isn't who they said they were. The vampires who attacked you were sent by Elias, no doubt. Trying to scare Ursula into confessing to something she has no involvement in by doing this to you and threatening worse for Angel," he spits bitterly. Shit, all of this just took a sharp fucking turn.

Edie's POV

"There'll be more water on the floor than there is in the bath by the time we're done," I exclaim through ragged breaths, my nails running down my boyfriend's back.

"You're mistaking me for someone who gives a shit," comes his panted reply before our lips meet again in a heated kiss, with him thrusting into me so hard, my mouth breaks away and I practically scream. I'm all better after my bout of flu last week, but this week literally as soon as I was feeling well enough for sex, what happened? I got my fucking period, that's what happened.  

Usually Angel won't come near me (menstrual blood, since it isn’t fresh is kinda repelling for vampires) but when you add the fact that we haven't had sex for a week to the fact that a bath is a self-cleaning system for messy sex, well, he couldn't wait another five days for my bleeding to finish, let's put it that way. He's been so sexually wound up that I'm surprised I actually have a vagina left, to put it mildly.

I came in from work and this was the first place I wanted to go, just to relax more than anything. Hah. "Angel! Will you leave the poor girl to bathe for at least half an hour in peace before you go charging in there like some kind of crazed sex demon!" was what Ursula shouted at him when she overheard him trying to invade my bath time and me protesting it. Oh god, I laughed so hard!

I'll give him his due, I think he lasted for about twenty minutes before he came charging in with more horn than your average mountain goat. Not that I'm complaining, I at least got to relax for a little bit before I got set upon by the sexual beast that is my boyfriend. I've missed his touch in the erotic sense, and right now I don't think this is going to be over at any time soon. I think this is the perfect way to take our minds off the fact that as of nearly two weeks ago, the campaign against Ursula was reignited by EZ having seven shades of shit beaten out of him.

This happened when I was still ill, and I was sleeping when EZ apparently came home stabbed several times with silver knifes. According to his account, he was jumped by ten other vampires. He managed to throw one of them off before the other nine got to work on him, one silvering his throat with a chain while the rest beat him with silver knuckle dusters and stabbed him in the face and chest. He was okay after he'd fed, of course, and spent the rest of the evening showing his gratitude to Angela in very, very loud ways. That woman squeals like an amplified mouse at the cusp of orgasm, and he got her to that point more times than my ears want to remember. What followed that incident has been much, much worse. Everyone even remotely associated with Ursula has been targeted.

Three nights ago, what could be so classically described as an angry mob arrived here at the house, threatening to set the place on fire with all of us in it. How Ursula kept her temper with them, I'll never know. She calmly asked them exactly what evidence they had against her, asked them for just one piece. 'We know you were brought in for questioning!' the ringleader said from behind his covered face (yeah, they were so brave they covered their faces, fucking cowards) to which she asked him if there had been anything found to be implicating in that questioning, why would she still be a free woman?  

He couldn't answer that. He also couldn't answer the question of why there was a human standing there next to her who she had her arm around, and was perfectly safe and happy. That human was me. 'I suggest you all get off my property at once, or I'll show you just what a one thousand plus year old vampire can do all by herself.'

That is what she told them before they and their fiery torches all moved away. She knew she shouldn't have threatened them, but Ursula will be damned to her final death before she lets anyone put the safety of her family in jeopardy. 'You are my family too' she told me, kissing my head just after we went back inside. That gesture made me beam, to be counted as family to someone. I know I am to people like Vic and Aileen too, but for Ursula to say it just made me feel extra special. I've only been with Angel for six weeks, but the way I was welcomed into the family right from the start, you'd think I'd been with him for six years.

A few days before that, there was another incident with EZ, one that was much worse than the previous one, much worse because EZ almost killed the vampire who attacked him. He'll receive no punishment for it though, because here's the twist. The vampire who attacked him was found to be affiliated with the TVM, and he attacked EZ for allegedly 'pretending' to be TVM himself. He was caught, of course. Charles felt the anger in EZ rise and zoomed to his side before EZ had chance to fatally wound the other vampire. Sadly though, when brought in for questioning, he refused to talk.

The AVA threatened him with his life and he still wouldn’t give up any names, so yesterday morning after being interrogated non-stop for eight days to no avail, he was sentenced to the final death and chained up to meet the sunrise. Angel has also had some trouble to deal with, in the form of someone trying to pin a murder of a young girl upon him and his sexual problem. Ursula discovered her body, when enjoying her garden and picking some flowers at first dark, when she smelled something coming from the manure heap at the back of the yard. Under the large heap of horse poop was the body of a naked and drained girl.

She and Charles had been away enjoying their wedding anniversary at a beautiful hotel up in California the evening before, and she knew that it'd had been left there specifically for her to uncover as soon as she arrived home and then (hopefully for them) try and better hide the body to keep Angel out of trouble. She did exactly what they didn't expect, and reported the find immediately. Of course, she and Charles (who was quite angry at Angel for leaving the house unguarded, since EZ was away running a less illegal errand for Charles at the time) were off the hook as the poor girl had died while they were away, so that just meant EZ and Angel had fingers pointed at them, and of course both of them could give concrete alibi's. EZ was in a massive vampire bar when he was seen by many who came forward and vouched for his presence, and Angel was in me over at my place, so there's his alibi.

What was worrying about this is the fact Ursula knows they were trying to pin this on Angel, and then unravel the rest of the bodies left in his wake, pin some TVM related bullcrap on him and then also succeed in putting further evidence to the case against her. This is worrying because only a handful of vampires, ones she has known for centuries and trusts with everything knows about Angel and his problem with all human women except for me.  

She's now worried that whoever is working with Elias could possibly someone close to her. She told all of this to her creator, Constance, who was so perturbed by the idea that she is currently in the sky on a plane, flying out here to Nevada to assist 'before things get any worse than they are, my girl' as I overheard her word it to Ursula on the telephone a few nights ago. She and her newest offspring, a vampire by the name of John will be staying here at the house.

"Are you alright?" The lady herself asks me as I hobble into the kitchen just before 5am. I say hobble, because Angel only finally let me out from underneath him five minutes ago, and after you've had the sexual equivalent of a bull in an antique shop for the last near two hours, it's kind of hard to walk properly.

"No, I need to go and sit on a block of ice for an hour or so. Ouch," I wince, while Ursula giggles. Opening the fridge door, I locate my bottle of kiwi crush and take a few hearty swigs (since I've been with Angel and spend so much time here, there are a few more bits and pieces of human items to be found around the house) putting it away and then turning to Ursula once more. I then almost choke for laughing.

"Will this be adequate?" she says to me, holding up a massive block of ice from out of the deep freeze where she's zoomed to fetch it. We both stand there laughing heartily at her joke before composing ourselves. "You bring such joy to this house, dear child. Especially in these dark times we are facing, I thank you for being so upbeat." Walking over and smoothing my hair with her hands, she smiles widely, kissing my head. She's such a lovely lady. How could anyone hate her this much?

"I do try my best, if nothing else but to stop Angel from worrying about it all. I know he worries about your welfare more than he lets on," I confide, going to the jar on the side and pulling myself a cookie out, feeling a little peckish.  

"Oh, doesn't he just. I feel that too just like you do, of course. Anyway, let me keep you no longer. I'm off to see if I have any messages waiting for me on my cell, see if any of my leads on this whole debacle have come to anything. I confess though, I feel so very clueless. I eagerly await the arrival of Constance, I feel she is my last hope, and at two thousand, six hundred and sixty-six years old, nothing at all gets past her." She explains, giving me a cheek kiss goodnight and leaving the kitchen.  

I head back upstairs to Angel, for what shapes up to be round two of being fucked so hard, I’m left nothing short of dick drunk in the wake of it. He keeps me like that until 11am the next morning too, before finally he sleeps, and I more or less pass out after drinking a little blood from his wrist. I'm glad that when I wake up, my mind tricks me for a moment into thinking I have work to go to later on, until my brains kicks into gear properly and I remember it's a Saturday. Ahhh, bliss. I also remember where I'm meant to be in half an hour. Shit!

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry I overslept!" I tell Vic as I race up his driveway, with him standing there waiting for me, tapping his watch.

"Don't lie to me, you were enjoying your boyfriend, we both know that much," he teases with a snort. He actually took the news that Angel and I are in a relationship a hell of a lot better than I thought he would. 'I've been wondering just when you were going to confess that to me. The way you talk about him, well it's the way a woman talks when she likes a guy' he told me with a little knowing wink when I revealed all to him.

"That big ball of fire up there indicates otherwise," I state, pointing up at the afternoon sun. I can hardly believe it's only a week to Christmas, and Nevada is still this warm. Okay so we never really have a proper winter like the people over in Europe or on higher ground have, but it does tend to get colder and rainier in December.

"Ahhhh, I'll let you off then, just this once," Vic replies before opening his arms to me and giving me a big hug. I haven't seen him for weeks, and it feels like so much longer.

"So ,are you still coming for a drink with us later? Please say yes!" I ask as we walk inside. I'm here for an early dinner with him before we head to Vic's favourite bar in the whole world, Mackenzie's Sports bar and grill, where we'll be meeting up with Angel, who says it's high time he meets 'your father' as he worded it. Vic is the closest thing I have to a dad after all.

"Yep, I got David to cover my shift," he replies, referring to his youngest nephew.

"Good, I'm so glad because he's actually really looking forward to meeting you, and that's very telling with Angel since his interest in humans only really extends to me. He much prefers the company of his own kind," I explain as he serves up the food. Fried chicken and big, fluffy on the inside, crispy on the outside baked potatoes (he cooks them perfectly) with some collard greens. Perfect.

"In turn I look forward to meeting him, the vampire who's made you so happy. It only feels like yesterday when we were sitting at this very table, and you were spitting venom over what a nasty asshole he was. How things have changed. Oh, are you still coming to me for Christmas day? I take it you can, since Angel will be asleep," he inquires, while passing me the butter before he sits down.

"Yeah, of course, I wouldn't miss your Christmas day cook off for the world!” I've near enough always spent Christmas with Vic and his family, and I love the atmosphere in this little house so much when it's jammed full of people. All conversation then ends as we begin eating our dinner. After we're done and all the dishes have been washed and put away, we take his dog Sadie for a little walk across the big fields that back onto his street.

"So, I've been wondering, how much different is it being in a relationship with a vampire to being with a human?" he asks me as he unclips Sadie's leash and lets her run off, barking as she chases a flock of pigeons in the near distance.

"It's strange, because it really doesn't feel that different for the most part, but the reality is that it's very, very different to being with a human person. You never see them in daylight for one thing, and I actually like that since I work nights, I can see him more than if I worked in the day, I can be awake when he is and sleep with him during the day.  

“Then there's the fact they don't eat, or drink anything other than blood, so sometimes places to go on a date can be limited in that respect. You also have to get used to the fact that they're wired differently to us emotionally. They're quite cold in a lot of respects, but that's the lack of life in them since they're dead. Angel is never like that with me, but of course I've seen that side of him. What else… oh yeah, the biggest difference is what they're like in bed, but we're leaving that where it is," I reply, while Vic gives me an aghast look.

"Oh come on! If I'm being truthful, that was the part I was fishing for," he exclaims, eyes wide before he roars with laughter at the look I'm currently wearing upon my face. Think startled goldfish, and you're very close.

"Vic!" I exclaim.

"What? I don't want any personal details, that'd be wrong, very wrong! But it's something I've always wondered. I mean, do they still do it like we do, or do they do it in some kind of… freaky way?" he questions curiously. When I've finished laughing at the freaky comment, I formulate my response.

"No, they still do it in the exact same way as us living people do, just with a difference. They do it faster, and for longer, and about a thousand times better than humans. They're ridiculously in tune with the person they're having sex with, and they're usually a lot older too, so they don't forget the skills, and they pick up way more than us humans ever will simply because they're lived longer," I reply, Vic nodding.

"Sounds interesting, but they scare me too much to ever try it out for myself! Those teeth, yikes," he begins, before asking me just how old Angel is.

"One hundred and thirty-six.” There's a few seconds of silence, and I turn to see him nodding before my eyes move to find Sadie towing along a big old fallen branch back in our direction, suddenly hearing a hissing noise. Oh lord, what's tickled him now?

"What's with you now?" I exclaim, trying not to laugh too. He has one of those really high-pitched laughs that automatically has me in hysterics. The noise doesn't sound like it's coming from a big guy like him.

"Your boyfriend is a hundred and eight years older than you. Ewww," he taunts, before really whooping with laughter.

"Shut up!" I protest.

"Does he smell mouldy?" I'm then asked through the hysterics.

"Vic! Stop it!" I cry, throwing him an elbow. I know he's only kidding, but I also know he won't quit teasing me now. It's the start of what promises to be a great night. If only it could remain that way all the way through, though.

[xzeihoranth]

It began with the forging of the three-

I'll start again.

It began with BioShock Infinite.

Now obviously, it didn't all begin there. It's the third game in a series that itself is a spiritual successor to another series. But that's where we're starting our story. Or where I'm starting this one. Like most things that came out in the fucking early 2010s, it has not aged well. I'm not qualified to talk about the racism for reasons that would be blindingly obvious. Most people in this hellhole are too harsh on it, or harsh on it for what I consider the wrong reasons (hint: your internalized misogyny may be showing).

At the time, I really liked it. It 'woke me up' out of a sort of stupor I'd been in for a while. So I eagerly awaited the story-based DLCs.

They were dogshit. Or more accurately, the second one was dogshit and would be worth an entire essay on its own. In fairness it was made while the studio was being shut down because the lead "auteur" Len Kevine (not his real name) was taking his ball and going home in more ways than one. He started his own studio shortly thereafter, and is still working on the first game there almost ten years later because he's an indecisive both-sidesing hack who keeps getting distracted by the new craze in whatever video game he played last.

Anyway: they were dogshit. I decided to rewrite them. In Absentia was a meandering project that took me about two years, but it mostly holds up. While trying to get a handle on how to write the main character I did a search for 'omnichronal perception' or something along those lines, and ended up on the Power Listing wiki. One of the other listings on that page was for a set of contact lenses on the SCP wiki. That's a second rabbit hole right there, and one I spent many years thereafter browsing.

After In Absentia I started work on another project that didn't pan out for a variety of reasons. It and my time with the SCP wiki sort of came to a head with the release of SCP 3999, which is just monstrous and wonderful at the same time. Right from the quotation at the top of the page, which introduced me to yet another rabbit hole I'm still going down today*, and then finally closing out with (and I maintain this wasn't there when I first read it, though I'm not going back through the edit history to check) a triumphant rendition of 'Sunday (Finale)' from Sunday In The Park With George.

What is that third rabbit hole? Well, the SCP wiki has a neat little habit of cross-referencing other SCPs, whether by name or by some other aspect. Sometimes they're hyperlinked, sometimes they're not. The quotation I mentioned contains the phrase 'Eleven-Day Empire', which I took to be another SCP, so I googled it. Except...it wasn't. It directed me, of all things, to the Doctor Who wiki and explained that it was a reference to a Doctor Who spinoff I'd never heard of before, and with good reason. It's been described as 'Doctor Who without the Doctor', which isn't strictly accurate: there are a few Doctor-shaped holes in the texts, as people have noted. (Though for legal reasons, they aren't named.)

Maybe I've beaten around the bush long enough. It's Faction Paradox.

Toward the end of my attempt to write that project from before, I kept imagining someone standing outside the house where most of the narrative was taking place. Just watching. Then, in...I can't remember the year, or the month at this point, but I want to say it was either 2018 or 2019, I had a dream. I can only remember three things from it now: the Twelfth Doctor (who was only in it briefly), something about the TARDIS being a tree, and the phrase The New Omnifitense. The strangest part was, I'd skipped most of the Twelfth Doctor's run; not out of any moral stand or anything, I just missed one episode and even back then I knew that I'd be hopelessly lost next time around, so it sort of snowballed.

Each of those aspects I managed to work into Blood and Tears, in addition to the things from 3999. Blood and Tears is still close to my (pardon me for saying so) heart; it came out almost exactly the way I hoped it would, which is no mean feat given the scares I had in 2022.

If you somehow made it this far, thank you.

[msm-tsotmw]

So, um, after Cameo introduced me to literally every other fucking Monster on this Island aside from Pringle, we’re finally here at where… Pringle apparently lives. A fucking BOX.

oh, but there’s WAY more to it than just a box! it’s bigger on the inside!

Yeah, sure.

Cam isn’t lying , Sprigg . Pringle’s abode really IS enormous . We just have to-

(The top of the box opens, revealing a standard-looking Cataliszt, albeit with extremely scraggly fur and green eyes so bright they could blind you if you got too close.)

IS ANYONE TH-

AH. A NEW VISITOR. YOU MUST BE THE “SPRIGG” EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT!

I’M PRINGLE, BY THE WAY.

How did you-

I HAVE MY WAYS. COME IN, COME IN!

(Pringle sinks down into their box. Cam dives in headfirst, with Tundra following soon after. Sprigg hesitantly jumps in after them, and is greeted by a staircase leading into an endless void of stars and bubbles, decorated with blue string. There is one singular hide-a-bed couch and a bowl of cat food, next to a table with an ancient-looking crystal ball on it.)

…Huh.

SO, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO SEE ME FOR?

well, sprigg over here seemed like they wanted to know more about the plague of silence.

AH. THAT. WELL, ERM—

LET ME SEE…

( This is going to take a while . )

(Pringle is peering into the ball, swatting at it like it’s yarn. They eventually perk up.)

AHA! THERE IT IS. AHEM, LET ME READ IT…

…WAIT, NEVERMIND. HALF OF IT IS LOST.

wha— what do you mean it’s lost??

… Didn’t you talk about the Plague of Silence yesterday , Pringle ?

I’m pretty sure you did …

Can you at least read what’s left of it?

WELL…

*HACK* *ACK* *COUGH COUGH*

O-oh dear Galvana. Are they okay??

yeah! they’re a cataliszt, so they get hairballs a lot from, uh…

(Cam looks around. He whispers to Sprigg.)

licking their legs.

Eugh. Gross.

that’s just what they do, i guess.

*ACK* EUGH… I’M FINE!

ANYWAYS, AHEM.

UHH…

(Pringle peers into the crystal ball again, squinting.)

“THE PLAGUE OF SILENCE, A DILEMMA WORSE THAN THE CATACLYSM ITSELF. THE CELESTIALS HAVE SUCCESSFULLY PREVENTED IT ONCE, BUT IT WILL SWEEP THE WORLD OF MONSTERS YET AGAIN.”

…AND THAT’S ALL IT SAID.

…THAT’S all??

WHAT CAN I SAY? IT’S ONLY HALF.

ANYWAYS, DO ANY OF YOU GUYS WANT HUMAN WORLD KITTY KIBBLE? IT’S A FAVORITE?

uhh, no thanks.

No .

*gag* No thanks…

EH, MORE FOR MYSELF THEN. YOU GUYS CAN GO NOW! THERE’S PROBABLY PLENTY MORE INFORMATION ABOUT THE PLAGUE OUT THERE IN THE MONSTER WORLD.

But—

(Pringle just… suddenly falls asleep.)

hehehe… i think we should go now.

…Okay.

(The 3 Monsters begin to ascend the staircase and leave for the surface of Mythical Island.

Pringle doesn’t like waking up to random Monsters in their home, whether they know them or not . Trust me , it happened to Pieter once , and given his nature , Pringle got VERY angry .

Who’s Pieter again? Sorry, I forgot.

The island prankster .

he’s a hyehehe, and is pretty similar to the other guy that came here recently. except pieter’s WAY more chaotic.

i heard he ate an entire dipster colony once, and he was banned from earth island because of that!

Damn, an entire Dipster colony??

an entire dipster colony.

He DOES know that eating Dipsters can cause a severe headache, right?

…is that true?

Yeah. I tried to eat one when I was eleven, and I got sent to the infirmary.

oh.

Why , in the name of Glaishur’s ponytail , would you do that ?

It’s a long story.

Anyways, I should probably be sleeping by now… does time even pass here??

uhh, not really! i remember being comatose and being teleported here in, like, what? 1992?? tundra came here in 2003, and we’re STILL the same age. 27, to be exact.

I have two friends who are well over thousands of years old, and they seem like they’re still 22.

What ??

It’s… ALSO a long story. I don’t know, my friends are kind of weird.

don’t you think it’s a little rude to call your friends weird?

Weird in a good way.

ah, okay then!

wait, can you call someone “dangerous” in a good way? because i think tundra’s kind of like that…

I don’t know. What do you mean by “dangerous”?

beautiful, but deadly. i remember once, i was flying around here but then got distracted while staring at them trying to lift up a big rock, then i crashed into another-

You don’t need to mention that , Cam …

(Galvana save me.)

(The 3 Monsters have exited the box.)

what? you looked GORGEOUS while doing so! you—

Enough . I know you love me , and I love you too , Cameo , but you could have at least looked where you were going .

okay, okay!

(Whew, it’s over…)

huh?

Sorry. I just don’t really like it when other Monsters get too romantic with each other. It just… irritates me.

alrighty!

uh, anyways, you can go check into a hotel room here. tundra and i will just wait until tomorrow for pringle to wake up, since we forgot to tell them about how you wanted to get home, haha!

…Okay. See you guys.

(Sprigg walks away to go check into a hotel room.)

… What will we do while we wait ?

i dunno

~~~~~~~

anyways I’m going to sleep now so byeeee

i don’t have summer school tomorrow since it ended last week, so I probably get to post more 💪💪💪💪

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

[echofades]

Just dumping my list of shows (and movies) I watched this year here for my own benefit as TV Time is not as organised as I’d like. And frankly I watched too much and I want to publicly shame myself.

New: 9-1-1, A Friend of the Family, A League of Their Own, Abbot Elementary, Anatomy of a Scandal, The Baby, Bad Sisters, The Bear, The Capture, Chloe, Chucky, Compulsion, Conversations with Friends, Deadline, Dexter: New Blood, Dr. Death, Echoes, First Kill, Hacks, Heartstopper, High School, The Holiday, Inventing Anna, Keep Breathing, The Lazarus Project, Man vs Bee, The Midwich Cuckoos, The Morning Show, NCIS: Hawai’i, No Return, One of Us Is Lying, Our House, Paper Girls, Pieces of Her, Reboot, Red Rose, The Resort, The Rising, Severance, The Staircase, Station 19, Station Eleven, Stay Close, Surface, Suspicion, The Teacher, The Thief His Wife and the Canoe, The Tourist, Trigger Point, The Watcher, Wednesday, The White Lotus, The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window, Yellowjackets, You Don’t Know Me

Returning: After Life, Dead to Me, Derry Girls, The Flight Attendant, Gentleman Jack, Grace & Frankie, Kevin Can F*ck Himself, Killing Eve, Leverage: Redemption, Only Murders in the Building, Russian Doll, The Secrets She Keeps, The Sinner, Stranger Things, The Wilds __________________________________________ Top 10: 9-1-1, A League of Their Own, Bad Sisters, The Capture, Chucky, Hacks, Kevin Can F*ck Himself, Paper Girls, Station Eleven, Yellowjackets __________________________________________

Docs & Reality (New & Returning): The Apprentice, Bad Vegan, Captive Audience: A Real American Horror Story, Catching Killers, Conversations with a Killer: The John Wayne Gacy Tapes, Crime Scene: The Texas Killing Fields, Dream Home Makeover, Floor is Lava, Get Organised with The Home Edit, Great British Bake Off, I Am a Killer, Instant Dream Home, I Just Killed My Dad, Interior Design Masters, Into the Deep: The Submarine Murder Case, Is It Cake, Jimmy Savile: A  British Horror Story, Keep Sweet: Pray & Obey, Killer Sally, Love is Blind, Masterchef, The Most Hated Man on the Internet, My Lover My Killer, The Puppet Master, Queer Eye, Sins of Our Mother, Trainwreck: Woodstock ’99, The Traitors, The Ultimatum, Unsolved Mysteries, Web of Make Believe, Worst Roommate Ever __________________________________________

Top 1: The Traitors!! Everyone should go watch The Traitors. Thank me later. __________________________________________ And I did treat myself to a Cineworld unlimited card this year so I’ve also been to the cinema a fair bit. So let’s throw my Letterboxd year in too.

Top 5: Everything Everywhere All At Once, Bodies Bodies Bodies, The Menu, The Black Phone, Do Revenge