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jimhopperlova · 5 months

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- Secrets (18+) pt.2

hello everyone! how was everyone’s thanksgiving? i’m so excited to get rolling with this one. i have a couple of other requests that i’ll get to as soon as i can. please enjoy the sexyness that this one holds. thank you!

Pairing(s): dads best friend!jim hopper, fem!reader

Summary: ever since the chief had kissed you, your mind wouldn’t stop wandering. what happens when he’s over again, and you have to confess your feelings?

Warning(s): large age gap (reader is 19, hop is 40), hop being a perv, masturbation (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), uniform kink, belt kink, unprotected p in v,

"sweetheart, why don't you invite your friends over?" your dad called out to you from the living room as you had begun to rummage through your dresser, trying to find your swimsuit. it was in the middle of august, so it was very hot out. your dad had managed to buy a pool after the fourth of july, so today you were finally able to enjoy some cool water onto your skin.

"because dad, i have no friends!" you called back out to your dad, continuing to go through your dresser. your eyes began to glow at the sight of your swimsuit finally found. it was boring, but at least you had found it. it was a one piece, all black. you had gotten it the last year, and it still fit. thank god you didn't have to beg your dad to take you swimsuit shopping.

thinking it was just you and your dad, you heard commotion downstairs. the door had opened and shut, and your dad was yelling something in the distance. you couldn't quite understand, so you gripped up your swimsuit and made your way downstairs. you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw that jim stood there in the frame of your front door, still clad in his uniform. suddenly, a blush rose to your cheeks. you didn't forget that kiss from last time, did you? you watched as jim looked at you as well, a soft smirk approaching on his face.

"oh, hey, chief. uh.. w-what brings you here?" you stammered out, not really sure of what to say. here you were, still stumbling on your words, even more so now. jim placed his hands against his hips, looking down at you. studying you, almost. it made you want to throw up.

"out in the area, figured i would come on by and check in. what do you got in your hand?" jim had then asked you. you looked up at him and let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head in the process.

"oh, just a swimsuit. dad here bought a pool and today is the hottest day of the year. figured i would, i don't know, go for a swim," you laughed softly, and jim could only nod. "it was nice seeing you again, chief. i'm gonna go get dressed now." you smiled and nodded, looking up at him one more time. he seemed way more relaxed with you now, despite the two of you not talking for the past month.

jim had been over a few times since the fourth, but not as much as before. you were worried the kiss scared him off, and of course you took this as an insult. maybe he really didn't want to talk to you anymore? you made your way upstairs and to your bedroom, the door shut behind you. well, so you thought. you started to get dressed into your swimsuit, you starting to take off pieces of your current outfit. first the shirt, then the bra. you had then managed to wiggle out of the shorts and before you knew it, your most private area was on show. you wanted to get dressed in the fastest way possible.

you were so oblivious and lost in thought that you didn't know familiar eyes were prying on you already. after you had gone upstairs, jim had excused himself to the bathroom (which was right next to your bathroom). your dad was clearly oblivious, but your dad thought it was the best flaw your dad could ever have. jim had also watched you grow, so your dad trusted him more than anyone. big mistake, probably.

jim had watched through the crack in your door, his blue eyes filled with lust the more you had taken off each article of clothing. he got there in time to see you wiggle your shorts off, as well as your bra. thinking you were going to get dressed, you had surprised him with your own actions.

you were deep in thought of jim, and the way he just sauntered into your home. the way he kissed you last time... well it got you curious. did he even want more? or did he just want to lead you on? you didn't know, but now that every time you saw him since then, you felt that familiar ache in your tummy. as well as that ache in your... well, you got more wet every time you saw him. the desire to touch yourself to the thought of him only got more worse when you saw the familiar police blazer drive by your house. but knowing he was in your home, the smell of him... you couldn't help it. your dad was currently busy with jim (or so you thought), so you had plenty of time to spare.

you dipped your hand down to where your nerves were kept, and the slightest touch had you aching for more. the most sensitive part on your skin felt the greatest you had ever felt before, and it was all because of him. the more you thought about him, the more you kept a pace. faster, harder... you continued in your own ecstasy, oblivious to the fact that the person you were thinking about was just mere inches away from you.

jim on the other hand, had to stop thinking about touching himself to your own pleasure. he had to grip himself through his uniform pants just to stop the ache that was going on. what if he just walked in there, maybe... helped you? well, he thought he could erase the urge, however you had moaned his name just then.

"fuck... j-jim.. please..." you had managed to slip through your lips, just loud enough for jim to hear. and alas, he had managed to stop his own curiosity to slowly open your door. thank god your father had kept up on this house so the door wouldn't squeak. but jim's footsteps could be heard, thanks to his heavy boots he wore.

you shot up out of your own desire, looking over at your door. your eyes practically bulged out of your head at the scene that held before you. jim was trying his best not to bug you, but the own tent in his pants made you aware that he was watching.

"jim- uh, fuck. i'm sorry, i didnt-" jim immediately told you to hush before he shut the door behind himself quietly. "jim, i don't understand? what do you-"

"i told you, shush. do i make myself clear?" jim told you, and you immediately shushed up. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, and you nodded. jim slowly made his way over to you, careful not to creak the floorboards under your bedroom too bad. he slowly sat next to you on your bed, your eyes drifting to his cautiously. what did he want? "now... that kiss. what did you think?" he asked you, finally talking about the elephant in the room. you realized you were completely naked under jim's eyes, so you started to pull at the covers. but instead, jim made you stop your actions. "you're beautiful. let me see it." you looked up at him nervously and nodded slowly.

"the kiss, uh... i only wondered what you wanted with me after that. i hadn't seen you much after." you squeaked out. jim nodded and looked in between your own lips and your eyes. he was contemplating on whether kissing you again or not. he really shouldn’t give in to these urges he just so happened to have for the past year. but now, the two of you were alone. and you were naked.

“can i try again?” jim asked you, and all you could do was look up at him. the both of your eyes interlocked, and you were staring at each other. maybe the both of you waiting for the right move. you nodded slowly at his question, and he immediately dived onto your lips. his hands found the sides of your face before his lips met yours with no time to waste. it was sweet, but much more passionate than last time. it was a deep, and lust filled kiss. you kissed him back with no time to spare, your lips moving in sync with his. jim had to admit. this was all he wanted to do since he showed up on your doorstep earlier. and now he finally had the chance to make it right with you.

jim continued to kiss you, but getting deeper and deeper with every passing second. before you knew it, he was now laying on top of you. the two of you not stopping one bit, moving in sync with each other. although, he did catch you off guard. his hand then dipped down to her clit, rubbing softly on the tender flesh. you broke the kiss to let out a small gasp at the sudden feeling, your hands gripping onto the uniform short he wore.

“that feel good?” jim muttered into your ear. you moaned softly and nodded back. he continued his moments, only going softly at first. you moaned softly at the reaction before he met your lips again. kissing harder this time, loving the way you moaned into the kiss. he continued his actions before he then dipped a finger inside of you, a small gasp yet again leaving your lips. you broke the kiss and looked up at him, love drunk off of him.

“please.. jim, i need you..” you sighed out as you looked up at him. jim could only smirk in response, his actions not stopping. he slowly fingered you, only before adding another finger inside you. your walls clenched down around his fingers, making it that much more pleasurable for you. jim had wondered how you would feel with his cock inside of you, as you were already tightening around his fingers alone. you let out a loud gasp, clenching harder against the uniform shirt. you looked up at him with a desperate look, wanting.. no, needing more. “jim.. p-please..” you practically begged out. jim could only chuckle and nod, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. thinking he couldn’t get any more sexy like this, he then dipped his fingers inside his mouth, licking and lapping up your juices. jim then leaned down to kiss you again, you tasting yourself on his tongue. you moaned softly, now getting completely needy. you couldn’t wait anymore, you needed him.

“how do you taste, baby?” jim cooed in your ear after he broke the kiss. he then leaned away from you, starting to unbotton his uniform shirt. you pathetically grabbed at it, shaking your head no.

“no.. keep it on.” you instructed him. well, begged. your cheeks then became a deep red, hoping that your little uniform kink wouldn’t pry him away from you. jim chuckled and smirked down at you before nodding.

“you gotta call me chief, then.” jim responded back at you with a small wink before you giggled softly and nodded. before you knew it, he stood from his bed and started to unbuckle his belt. you watched as he slid the belt off of his waist before unbottoning his pants as well as unzipping his fly. was it wrong that you wanted him to use the belt on you? you looked up at him with a bit lip, before you spoke how you felt.

“can you… um… use the belt on me?” you coughed out, and jim looked down at you in shock. well, aren’t you full of surprises? he chuckled softly with that same smirk he wore so famously, before he nodded. he then grabbed you and forcefully made you lay on your stomach, ass in the air. you felt your own sensetive area aching for more, the way you could feel your own juices rolling down your leg. normally, jim would make you cum already, making sure you were overstimulated when his dick was inside of you. but he really wanted you to cum on his cock.

“you’re really just a slut, aren’t you?” jim asked you before he rubbed his hand against your ass. it was smooth, and it was a nice gesture. until he slapped it, it echoing throughout your room. you gasped and bucked your hips forward. it hurt, but you didn’t mind it. especially if it was from your favorite chief. “answer me when i speak to you.” jim spoke, looking down at you with dark eyes. you nodded and quivered your lip.

“yes, yes i’m a slut. i want.. to be your slut,” you responded, jim only chuckling softly. it seemed like you knew what to say at the right times. thinking he wasn’t going to slap your ass again, he then used the belt this time. the leather snapped against your tender flesh, making you gasp out in pain and pleasure. “please, chief.. i need you…” you begged out once more, hoping he would oblige.

“such in a rush, hmm?” jim clicked his tongue before he smacked your ass again with the belt. it seemed the more he did it, you never got familiar. it was so painful, but it felt good. it turned you on even more, making your pussy throb with need. you moaned softly at the realization, jim only chuckling at this. “beg.” jim demanded and of course, you obliged.

“please, please, please, chief. i want your cock inside me. need you to fill me up.” you begged, and jim then realized it was time he did just that. he sat the belt down on your bed, before he pulled his pants and boxers down. his cock sprang out at full attention, already leaking pre-cum. wow, you really got him going. his hat still hung on his head, a delicious touch to what he was about to do to you. he stroked himself a bit as he looked down at your entrance, loving how wet you were. jim couldn’t help himself. he couldn’t continue to tease you or he would get blue balls quick at this rate. before you knew it, jim was slamming his cock inside of you, pausing for a moment so you could get used to the feeling. he was thick. length wise he was about average, but his cock filled your walls tight, and it felt all so good.

“oh, shit. jim-“ you hummed out. jim didn’t even care that you called him by his name, in fact he loved it. the way you spoke his name was the most angelic he ever had heard. he slowly started to thrust inside of you, going dangerously slow at first. you moaned, loving the way he made you get used to his cock inside of you. he wouldn’t be able to last long if he just plowed right into you.

“f-fuck.. you’re gonna make me fuckin’ explode,” jim hummed out, his eyes shutting softly as his head hung back softly. you were moaning softly, loving the way his cock really did fill you up. before you knew it, jim was starting to thrust faster, now. ans then finally, he was thrusting in and out of you at a dangerous pace. his balls continued to slap against your clit as his cock slammed in and out of your cunt. you moaned loudly, gripping your blankets tightly. you didn’t even care if your dad heard or not. you were high off of jim’s movements, and he was high off of how you moaned.

jim then gripped up the belt, and wrapped it around your neck. it made your back arch, letting jim hit that most perfect spot. jim continued to study how you moaned for him, moaned his name. his eyebrows knotted together in pleasure, as he rested his head against your own, his hand still gripped against the belt and your face just mere inches from his lips. he nibbled softly against your ear, his thrusts continuing to fuck into your deep aching cunt. he breathed into your ear, small grunts escaping his throat. you felt your stomach get tighter at the sound of this, feeling yourself starting to get closer and closer to your climax.

“chief, i’m.. i’m gonna-cum..” you moaned out loudly, as he found his lips against your cheek. he softly kissed your cheek, his thrusts dangerous. he was now slamming in and out of you to where it almost hurt. but it felt so, so good. finally, you shrieked out. “jim-please. don’t fucking-stop. fuck! i’m cumming.” you moaned out and jim could only smile against your cheek.

“cum for me, baby. fuck-i’m right behind you.” jim moaned out as he only continued to fuck into you. finally, you realized at his own words, your orgasm washing over you. and just like jim mentioned, he really was right behind you. he groaned out and you felt his seed entering inside you, it coating your walls thick full of his cum.

the two of you ended up collapsing on your bed. you looked over at jim who seemed pretty exhausted. his chest rose and fall rapidly as he was clearly sweating. after a couple moments of silence, he looked over at you with a soft smile. you looked back at him, smiling back at him as well. he really did think you were perfect, perfect for him. and he really didn’t care what anyone thought.

“i hope that was better than last time-“ jim started to speak before your door had then creaked open. your eyes shot wide at who was standing in your doorframe- your father. he looked like he saw a ghost, staring at both of your naked bodies.

“jim-what? sweetheart, are you..? what..?” your father stammered out, looking across at you with wide eyes. you quickly covered yourself up with the covers. jim’s dick was out, and it was clear the two of you atleast started to get freaky. fuck. what were you even going to say? you started to try and say something, but your dad cut you off. “james. how. fucking. could you..?” your dad spoke to jim, who didn’t know how to react. his hat was now laying on your bed underneath his head. he slowly stood and looked across at your dad, pulling up his pants and started to buckle up his belt.

“listen. i know what it looks like, and-“

“no. you fucked my daughter! you watched her grow up. you’re fucking.. s-sick!” your father exclaimed, before he pushed jim back. jim looked over at your father, and had to do his best to not punch him. jim then looked back at you, your eyes scared. you were shaking with fear, hoping you could atleast still see jim after all of this was done.

“calm down! let me just fucking talk, okay?” jim had told your dad, holding up his hands to try and calm your dad down. you didn’t think that would happen. when your dad was angry, he was livid. and nothing will change his mood until the next day. “your daughter and i.. well, we have feelings for each other. i have since she turned 19. and i know that sounds fucked up, but.. i can’t control the urges. i can’t control my feelings for her.” jim explained to your dad who looked ocer at you now. his eye was twitching with rage.

“huh? what say you? you have feelings for james?!” your dad asked you now. you swallowed past the lump that formed in your throat. you looked at both of them. you then nodded slowly, looking back at just your dad. “fuckin.. unbelievable. since you love him so fucking much, why don’t you move in with him? move into that shitty little trailer that’s always littered with pill bottles and beer bottles?!” your dad then told you, before he walked out of your room. clearly, your dad needed a minute to process. you looked over at jim who could only sigh.

“i’ll.. see you later.” jim exclaimed before he grabbed his hat and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind him. jim just.. left you? left you naked and afraid? all you could hear after jim left yelling, back and forth. your dad continued to yell until you heard the door shut. great. now what?

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not-a-space-alien · 2 months

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K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 9

Part nine of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

Sorry I've been slow getting these out--I've been suffering some writer's block due to some personal stuff I've got going on IRL. I'll admit that I'll probably be putting a liiiitle less effort into polishing the crossover fics from hereon out, but we got a lot of enthusiasm for them so I'm going to keep them coming even if they're a bit messy! There's still a lot of fun stuff in there imo :)

Also this ch is pretty long just because I couldn't find a good place for a chapter break!

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Warnings: Capture, dehumanization, nonconsentual bondage/restraint, gag/muzzle, mentions of rape and torture

In this chapter: Valen's fear of getting hatecrimed creeps towards plausibility, but even moving doesn't save Valen from an unexpected nightmare. Luckily this time, he has people looking for him.

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It's unheard of for anyone to escape vampire territory after years of captivity, and a pretty big shock that another vampire helped him do it. Though it doesn't garner quite the response an inspirational solo escape story might, it's still an incredible tale of something really unusual and an unlikely alliance between humans and vampires, and the media eats it up. Jim does do several interviews about it, wearing the turtlenecks that have recently become his regular wear.

He's purposely vague about Valen, knowing that he doesn't want to be in the limelight. He doesn't even mention him by name. He doesn't mention Kane or any other vampire by name either, worried about Kane being able to find him somehow if he got access to human media. He's given a writer permission to write a book about his experience. She's not pushy like a lot of other journalists, and is intent on getting it right.

Life goes on. Jim helps Valen collect mushrooms. He goes vegetarian. Liz is back to patrolling. Liz makes Jim try therapy, but his preferred method of dealing with it is thinking about it as little as possible, so he drops it fairly early on. Talking with the writer is already pushing it.

Reporters will sometimes come to their house. Valen is thrown into anxious spirals every time, terrified there’s going to be an incident. But the visits die down over the first half a year. Jim doesn't reveal that Valen is living with him, but it's figured out anyway. People who know Liz and see her change from constant anger and depression to actually having some life back in her are grateful to Valen. But many people who don't know Jim and Liz are more hostile: this is an area where a lot of people have been affected by vampire attacks, to boot. They're getting left angry notes.

Valen goes out with Jim during the day, since Jim is still nervous about leaving the house at night. Valen is also nervous about leaving the house, so he doesn’t go to human stores or anything. He either asks Jim to get him things, or goes back to vampire territory and just nervously looks over his shoulder for anyone from the Kithrara estate.

He goes out to get mushrooms, though. He keeps working on his project. He avoids the media, unless someone contacts him directly and is really polite. If humans approach him, he's very polite and doesn't dodge them, but he does excuse himself before too long. He's not antisocial, but he is shy. He likes spending time with Laken, Liz, and Jim, and will socialize with people they deem safe.

One day, Jim and Valen are getting ready to go gather mushrooms while Liz is fast asleep. It's getting hotter out now in the summer. Jim tosses Valen the keys to his car, since Valen is already ready to go. "Hey, can you start the AC running so we don't cook in there while I finish getting dressed? If you're cool with that."

"Sure thing, Jim, dear." He secures his mask to his face, doublechecking that he's completely covered, and heads out, approaching the car in the driveway to unlock it and turn it on.

A man and woman are chatting idly while walking their dog on the other side of the street. When Valen comes out, the man hands the leash to the woman and encourages her to go home, crossing the street and approaching while she leaves.

"Hey!" he calls, looking pissed-off. "It's bad enough there's a vampire in our neighborhood being supervised, now you're out in broad daylight on your own?!"

Valen stops in his tracks and starts to back away. "I apologize, sir, I'm not doing anything nefarious. My-my associate is coming out shortly."

"Yeah, yeah, you saved the Lieberman kid. Well guess what, he's not the only one who lives here! You're scaring my wife, my kids won't play outside anymore!" He pushes Valen.

Valen stumbles back, scrambling back towards the house. "I-I assure you I pose no threat to your family, sir, I've done n-nothing to pose a threat to them."

"You're a fucking vampire! You being here is a threat! Thought the hunters were supposed to protect us!"

Jim comes downstairs shortly, pushing the door open. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Keep that thing on a leash." The man spits and walks off.

"F-fuck off!" Jim shouts, but it loses its impact since the man is already leaving and Jim's voice always wavers when saying anything defiant. He runs to Valen, hugging him. "Are you okay?"

Valen's face is downcast, eyes on the ground. "Um...Yes, I'm not, I wasn't in any physical danger..." He sounds extremely disheartened. "That man said his wife and children are afraid of me. I-I wanted to say he should let me speak to them, so they could see there's no danger, but I doubt that would have been very well received."

"That's not the kind of okay I mean." Jim sighs. "I've been kinda... thinking. That maybe we should move or something. Somewhere more secluded, where you wouldn't have to worry about shit like that. Not too far away from Liz obviously, but y'know. How would you feel about that?"

Valen rubs his arm. "That's probably for the best...but it feels bad they won't even give me a chance. Is there really nothing I can do to win them over?"

"Prolly some people, but not all. Some people are always gonna have their heads in the sand." Jim wonders if his parents would've approved of him and Valen. He's pretty sure they would- Valen brought him back, after all, and they were wonderful loving people, but he can't know for sure. They hated vampires. He doesn't even know for sure if they'd approve of him being gay. He never got a chance to ask.

"You don't need that asshole's approval. I was thinking we could wait 'til the book comes out, Mindy said it'll only be a few more months. And then we could use money from that to find a place. Or we could use some of the stuff you took from Priscus, if you wanted to do it sooner, but that's your call."

Valen still seems downcast. He wants to try and show everyone who he really is, but there is no way to do it without putting himself at risk and making everyone even more uncomfortable.

They end up buying the house and moving sooner rather than later, when Jim finds Valen crying over the latest hatemail he's received one too many times. When he starts being too afraid to leave the house even at night, that's how he knows it's time to go.

Moving is easy with Valen's superior strength and Liz's truck. The house isn't huge, but it's nice and cozy, and it has a basement with no windows. Valen doesn't expect Jim to want to be down there at all, but it's nice to know it's an option if Valen ever wants to rest somewhere where there's no chance the sun can get him.

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Their life there is cozy, until one day Valen doesn't come home.

Jim freaks out fast. Valen doesn't ever just not come home. And when Jim didn't come home, it was the worst thing that ever happened to him- even though it led to meeting Valen, one of the best.

He calls Liz first, of course. She has connections with other hunters, and the first thing he wants to rule out is that Valen's been killed. The worst-case scenario, and unfortunately, what he thinks is the most likely one. He can't stop crying. He wants to go to Liz, but he doesn't. He has to be home if Valen comes back.

Liz calls around, asking if anyone in various branches have seen a vampire matching Valen's description in the last day. The last two days. The last three days. She ends up on the phone with the director of a branch a day-trip away, who finally confirms that Valen has been seen. And he's alive. He's been captured, and he's being... experimented on for weapons testing.

Liz informs the director who Valen is, and politely asks to please let them pick Valen up today.

"I'm sympathetic to your story, but are you quite sure this merits release?" the director asks her. "Live capture of vampires is quite a difficult feat."

Liz's heart pounds. There's no way she's leaving Valen there, but it would be a lot easier if he'd hand him over. "He's never hurt a human in his life. The opposite, he's actively saved a human from capture. He's accompanied me or my partner on hunts on a few occasions, when one of us was out of commission. He's working on synthesizing artificial blood vampires can live off of out of mushrooms. Hell, he's an innocent person. Those should all... merit release, right?" She's trying really hard not to blow up on him.

The director puts her on hold. Then, a few minutes later, he asks if he can call her back, because he needs to discuss it with some other people in the branch.

"Yeah, of course. I'll- I'll be here. Please call back."

Liz calls Jim immediately- she doesn't stay on the line long, giving a quick summary and a location, wanting to keep the line open for when the director calls. Jim is on his way the second Liz gives him the info, gathering two blood packs and a spare change of full-coverage clothes and a mask in case Valen's own have been compromised. He needs to get there right now. He needs to save Valen.

He doesn't know whether he'll get there to people willing to give Valen back, or hostile hunters refusing to. He can't stop crying, hasn't been able to stop crying for days, but now it's making driving harder. Despite it, he goes as fast as he can.

The director calls back a while later--an annoyingly, stupidly long time later--and he says that he's talked to some people from Liz's branch of the hunter's guild. There is plenty of anecdotal evidence that Valen is not dangerous--but there are also testimonies from neighbors who lived in concern for their safety for quite a long time, and the director says that he has an obligation to protect the innocent people whose safety he has been entrusted with and can find no strong basis on which to support the release of this vampire. He does say that Liz is free to appeal, which would start the process of gathering a committee to draft a resolution outlining under what circumstances a vampire can be released, since this is such a rare issue and there is no precedent for how to handle it.

Liz wants to pull her hair out. "Valen doesn't- he hasn't been neighbors with those people for years. He moved away when the concerns were initially raised. He keeps away from humans. But, yeah," Her voice breaks. This is the second time someone she loves has been kidnapped. "I wanna start an appeal. Can you at least just... not hurt him? He hasn't done anything. Please."

The director puts her on hold again. Then when he comes back: "I've phoned the hunter's base where he is and told them not to start any new experiments. Thank you for your patience through this irregular situation."

"Thank you." She doesn't want to thank the bastard who approved Valen's torture, but being cordial to this man is now the most important thing. "Um, one more thing. My brother, he and Valen are, obviously close. He's kind of already on his way. Can you at least let him see Valen?"

The director hems and haws. "I suppose that should be all right, as long as it's supervised."

"Thank you. Please keep me updated."

Jim arrives a few hours later. The things he brought are stuffed in his backpack, and he knocks hard and fast on the door until someone opens it. His eyes are red and puffy. When someone opens it, he cries, "Please don't hurt Valen! Please, he didn't do anything, please let him go!" before the other person can get a word in.

The person who answers is a gruff-looking woman with spiked hair. She opens the door, is yelled at for a few seconds, and then looks bewildered. "Wha- Who are you?"

"My name's Jim Lieberman. Please. He didn't do anything, please let him go." Jim begs. "I swear to god, Valen is the kindest, most harmless person on earth, human or vampire. Please."

She huffs. "Ah, shit. Okay. All right." She opens the door and lets Jim in. "Lex!" she calls into the building. Her leg is in a boot, and she drags it across the floor into the next room, where another woman with bandages over her nose is sitting on a couch. "Lex, I knew something was up with that fucking vampire. Listen to what this guy is saying."

"I'm Jim Lieberman, Valen, the, the vampire you- kidnapped-" He's on the verge of tears, again. "He saved me. And he's never hurt anyone, ever. Please, you can't just- this is supposed to be what hunters are against. Kidnapping random innocent people. Please, where is he?"

Lex's face falls. "Oh my god. Okay." She stands up and comes over. "I'm sorry, Jim, we--We thought something was strange, so we brought him back alive, but then Nick wormed his way into the situation. Has anyone talked to the director about this?"

"Fuck the director," Ari says. "I'm making an executive decision of fuck the director." She walks to the basement door with an unsteady gait and turns the knob, opening the door. "He's downstairs." Through the now-open door, Jim can hear Valen sobbing miserably and wordlessly calling out hysterically.

Jim runs down the stairs and straight to the horrible fucking cage with the love of his life inside. "Valen!" he sobs, tears spilling over again. "It's, it's gonna be okay, I'm here, I've gotcha."

Valen's tear-stained face breaks into an expression of relief at seeing Jim, and he sticks his hands through the bars as far as they'll go before the chains stop him. He is topless, wearing a muzzle, and already covered in burn marks.

There's a man at a desk catty-corner to the cage with the hysterical vampire inside of it. He looks up, irritated, as Jim enters. "And what do you think you're doing?"

Jim takes Valen's hands in his, holding them tight. "I'm taking him home. You- you need to let him go. Please." He takes a shuddering breath and repeats his story that worked on the hunters upstairs. "My name is Jim Lieberman. This is Valen, the vampire who saved me from spending my life as a bloodbag." He's so much more than that. "He's never hurt anyone. You're torturing an innocent person. Please fucking let him out of this thing."

"This creature is capable of killing me with a word. I think it will be staying right where it is."

Valen lets out a pitiful whine and tugs on Jim's hand.

There's a clomping sound on the stairs, and Ari appears coming down. "You're so full of shit, Nick. You're not even the one who got your ass beat bringing that thing here. We didn't take him here for you to play with, we wanted answers, and you're done dodging the issue."

Nick looks stormy.

Jim keeps holding Valen's hands. "He's not a thing or an it! Stop treating him like he's not a person! Of, of course he fought back, Valen wouldn't hurt a fly even if someone was screaming in his face, you were kidnapping him! Wouldn't you fight back? If you were him?" He looks up at the spiky-haired woman tearily. "Please help. Please let me take him home. Please, I love him."

Ari sighs and rubs her temples. "All right, I've spent the last two days sitting upstairs trying to decide how I feel about this situation, and this raving lunatic showing up here rabid about this vampire being innocent is enough to push me off the fence. Nick, give him the keys."

"I beg your pardon," Nick says, eyes narrowed.

"Give him the keys, let him take the vampire home."

"You have no authority to tell me to do that," Nick says hotly.

"Oh! You're right. Sorry." She unholsters her revolver and points it at him. "How about now?"

Nick narrows his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

Lex makes a "cut it out" motion across her neck to Nick, but Ari has already pulled the trigger and put a slug in the floor inches away from Nick's foot with a huge BANG, causing him to jump.

Jim screams and flinches hard when the gun goes off, eyes wide. He's not as terrified as Valen, but he's still terrified.

"The keys," Ari says brusquely.

Jaw set with hatred, Nick comes over and hands a keyring to Jim. He takes the keys from Nick and shakily unlocks the cage, reaching in and pulling Valen out.

"I've got you. I've got you. It's okay, we're gonna go home." He goes to take the muzzle off.

"Do me a favor and take that off after you get outta here," Ari says. "I'm sure this guy is safe for you, but he's none too pleased with us." She reholsters her gun and moves between Jim and Nick, staring Nick down.

Lex comes over and helps Jim lift Valen out of the coffin. "I'm sorry," she says tearfully. "This was a huge mistake, I shouldn't have let this happen."

Valen shakily stands between them on wobbly legs, tears streaming down his face

"I at least need to take the cuffs off so he can get dressed, it's still light out." Jim protests, holding Valen close. "What- what did you do with his clothes? I brought an extra change, but..." But you're fucking monsters. Even Kane didn't strip me.

Jim sniffles. "Valen's the gentlest soul on the face of the planet." He doesn't know if even Valen might be pushed to his limit by this and fight, but he wouldn't blame him if he did.

"Absolutely not," Nick says. "Throw a blanket over him or something. That's a safety hazard."

"Shut up, Nick," Ari snarls. "The keys for the cuffs are on that keyring too. Unlock him if you want." She pointedly does not answer the question of where his clothes went.

"I'm sorry," Lex says. "I didn't realize how messed up this was. Here, let me help you get them off."

Jim takes the hint that they've destroyed his clothes. Even Valen's cute plague doctor mask. He similarly avoids responding with anything meaningful to Lex's apology- it's not okay. None of this is okay. A teary "Yeah." is all he says to her.

He takes the cuffs off with Lex, swings his backpack around, and takes out the change of clothes he brought. "Here, lemme help you get dressed. You're gonna be alright. Goin' home." Jim maneuvers Valen into the clothes until every inch of him is covered, putting the mask on over the muzzle. "Brought some blood packs, too. You can take that thing off and drink in the car. Won't even be- won't even be light for long."

Valen allows himself to be manhandled in Jim's hands, safely bundled up back up, covered, armored, eyes glazed over and distant, barely responding.

"I really don't know what the director will have to say about this," Nick says maliciously.

A growl rips from Valen's throat, and he suddenly comes to life, ripping the mask off, hands fumbling with the straps of the muzzle.

"Shit," Ari says, and Lex backs away nervously.

Valen repels all the hands on him and rips the muzzle off with an animalistic snarl. Then he does something Jim has never seen him do before: he uses persuasion.

"Tell them what you did to me last night," he barks at Nick, eyes aflame, face crunched with his fangs bared.

Nick's gaze goes soft and distant, hypnotized. "I raped you."

"See what the director has to say about that," Valen snarls, and he grabs Jim's wrist and drags him up the stairs.

Jim cries out in anguish at the confession, horrified. He wants to go right back down there and sock the guy, but getting Valen as far away from here as possible as fast as possible is more important. "You f-fucking piece of shit! I'll kill you!" he screams back downstairs Valen drags him out, sobbing.

He hands Valen the backpack. "I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry it took me this long to find you. Fuck, I can't imagine- why would they do this?" It's not a real question. It feels like the universe is determined to have as much horrible bullshit as possible happen to him and the people he cares about. I don't know how Liz can believe in a loving god in this world.

Ari, it sounds like, is way ahead of Jim, because she also shouts "You fucking what?" And as they rush out and away from the scene, the sound of fists meeting face sounds out loud and clear from downstairs, accompanied by more enraged shouting.

Valen's enraged mask falls as soon as he's upstairs, and he lets go of Jim's hand, sagging against the wall and bursting into tears. He slides down to his knees, strapping his mask back on with fumbling hands.

Footsteps from behind them as the sound of Nick getting the shit beat out of him downstairs continues. Lex comes up, also in tears. "I didn't know he did that," she cries. "I'm so, so sorry. I had no idea he would do that."

Jim goes to stand protectively in front of Valen. Now that he has the damn muzzle off, they're safe. He doesn't need to hold back. "No, when you kidnapped him to torture him, you had no idea you were handing him directly over to a rapist! That makes it all fucking okay!" Jim yells at her. "What's wrong with you?!"

Lex shrinks back. "I didn't --it's compli--I'm sorry," she finally settles on. "I didn't--I thought he was, like, like--come on, you know what vampires are capable of, you know most of them are monsters!"

"Get- get away from us." Jim sobs. "You've done enough. Valen's not the monster here. You're the ones torturing people in an- in an evil lab."

Lex looks like she wants to defend herself, but before she can do so, Valen snaps,"Go back downstairs."

Lex's eyes go distant and she impassively turns and goes down the stairs.

Valen clings to Jim's knees. "Can we please go home now, Jim? Please?"

Jim's glad Valen can just use persuasion to make their exit smooth, even if the distant look he remembers from Kane's party still gives him the creeps. "Yeah, we're going home. Goin' home right now."

Jim helps Valen up and to the car, opening the passenger side door and ushering him in. "There's blood in the backpack, if you can get it under the mask. Here, actually." Jim takes off his flannel and hands that to Valen, too. "You can make a little tent if you don't wanna wait for sunset. We're going home. I'm taking you home. Not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again."

He gets in the driver's seat and pulls onto the road.

"Thank you, Jim. Th-thank you." Valen takes the flannel and curls up on the floor on the passenger's side, jamming himself underneath the glovebox and using the flannel as a blanket to cover himself. "I'm, I'm very grateful you thought to bring food, but I don't think I can eat anything right now."

"Yeah." Jim wipes his eyes as he drives, but more tears keep coming. "I thought, thought you were dead. That you might be dead. Liz's been calling all the hunter branches looking for you. I left as soon as we knew where you were. It's over now. He's not gonna get away with what he did t'you. I'm so sorry, Vale. W-what do you wanna do first, when we get home?" He hopes thinking about nice things like sleep in our own bed or take a bath might help him feel better. Grounded. Knowing he got out.

Valen sobs. "C-call Liz, I suppose. I was just walking, Jim, th-they didn't even give me a chance to talk, I know that's smartest for them so I didn't just use persuasion, but, but they didn't even give me a chance, Jim."

"They're awful." Jim agrees. "They're fucking awful. You're a damn teddy bear. You've never been a threat to anyone. I can't believe they just- they just took you."

He never wanted Valen to feel this way. What it feels like to get taken. And on top of that, the burns, and if that wasn't bad enough, the rape. As if Valen wasn't traumatized enough already, he can't be safe from it in vampire or human territory.

"We're gonna go home, and I'll treat your injuries, and you'll get all cleaned up and into some nice soft pajamas, and you'll be safe and sound." he promises.

Valen trembles on the floor of the car. He's never felt this threatened by humans before. Hunters, a little. The bad neighbors, the potential for an angry mob to form--yes. But he's never been so thoroughly terrorized by humans that any human feels like a threat. He's...a little scared of Jim, somehow, inconceivably. This must have been how Jim felt when Valen had saved him from Kane.

When they get home, Valen wordlessly goes down into the sunless basement, curling up underneath the stairs, still crying.

Jim calls Liz and lets her know what happened, and she immediately goes to come over. Jim puts the untouched blood packs back in the fridge, grabs a big fluffy blanket, and goes to the basement he seldom enters.

"Knock knock." he says softly. "Liz is coming over. She's gonna stay over a bit, make sure you're nice and protected." Since they weren't exactly supposed to take Valen. "Can I come down?"

Valen lets out a strangulated sob. "Can--can you just give me a few minutes? Can you maybe come back in twenty minutes? Can you--can you lock the door and come back later?"

Jim is fucking heartbroken by how scared and miserable Valen sounds. "Course, whatever you want. Blanket incoming." He tosses the blanket over the side of the stairs. "I'll knock in twenty minutes, and if you don't want me down then either, it's okay. Lemme know if you need anything." His lip wobbles. He wishes he could take all the pain away, but he can't. "I love you." he says before he goes.

Valen just sits there, thinking about Jim, replaying in his mind the few days when they first met. Valen saving Jim, comforting him. The fact that the door is locked makes him feel secure--no one can get him.

He gradually starts to come down, and then he starts to want Jim. He slowly gets to his feet and drags himself up the stairs the next time Jim knocks and opens the door.

He walks straight into Jim's arms, plonking his face in Jim's shoulder, sniffling. "Thank you, Jim," he says, voice muffled. "I love you too."

Jim holds Valen close, rubbing his back. "You will always be safe here." he promises. "I can't make the world less fucked up, but I can promise you'll always be safe in this house." Valen's made him feel safe for years. He's determined to do the same. "Liz'll be over in like, ten minutes. You want me to get some cream for your burns? Or you wanna just leave it to heal?"

Valen sniffles. "Yes, please. I would like it if you rubbed the burn cream on me. I would like to see Liz. Thank you." He accompanies Jim to the bathroom.

Jim goes to take Valen's clothes off so he can see the injuries, but hesitates. "Can I see?"

Valen whimpers. How had he not thought this far ahead? This is Jim. Jim is safe. Jim has never been anything but safe. But...it's going to take a while for this to wear off. "I-I changed my mind, I don't want the cream that bad, I want to keep my clothes on. Please don't take them off, I want to keep them on."

"Then they're staying on." Jim agrees. "Do you wanna put it on yourself?" But there are burns on his back, they'd be difficult to reach. "Or- if, if it makes you feel safer, you could hypnotize me and have me do it." It's Valen. He trusts Valen enough for that. "Or we can just forget about it and go wrap you up in a burrito on the couch."

Valen shakes his head. The thought of using persuasion on Jim for anything but the most dire circumstances repulses him. "Let's just leave them. I would. Would like to be a burrito."

"Then a burrito you'll be." Jim leads Valen back to the living room and bundles him up all nice and cozy, sitting right by his side.

Liz arrives shortly, bursting through the door and rushing over. "Valen!" she wails, hugging him. "I'm so glad you're okay!" She thought it was going to be another someone she loves is taken away forever situation.

Valen hugs her back. "I'm so glad you were able to f-find me, Liz, thank you so much." He hiccups between words. "I-I don't know what I would have done w-without you."

Without us you never would have been in human territory in the first place. "Well, you got us. You got us for as long as we live. I'm your own personal bodyguard for the next few days, 'til we're sure everything's settled down. I don't think anyone's gonna come after you, but if anyone does, the great thing about silver bullets is they work even better on humans."

Valen clings to Liz and Jim both a lot over the next few days. They get word that Nick has been fired, apparently at the pushing of the two women who had met them at the compound, who reported to the director what they'd found out when Valen had used persuasion on Nick. Those two hunters also try to contact Valen--they eventually get word to Jim that they want to talk to Valen to apologize, but Valen says he doesn't want to talk to them, and tells Jim not to give them their number.

Valen still doesn't eat for a few days, and only breaks his fast when Jim and Liz finally force him to sit down and eat something. It's a long, long time before Valen works up the courage to go outside again, and the only time he does it by himself is at night, when he has to make his weekly trip back to vampire territory to buy blood. He continues to work on his project--at one point, the formula is far enough along that he can cut down on his trips to load up on blood to once a month.

The work is slowed down by Valen's newfound fear of leaving the house that Jim had promised is safe. But it is safe, safe and secure and still more than he ever thought he could have.

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plotting call - assassin event

Below the cut is a plotting call/starter call for the Assassin Event! Since some of my threads are new or important I won’t be dropping all of them, so for this event I’ll be CAPPING AT 3 STARTERS PER CHARACTER for now! If we have a thread already that you just wish to transition then please save these slots for others! Please reply to this post with who you’d like as a pair for a thread, or message me on discord if you want to plot something specific! Thank you :)

Megara

Megara is trying to act like everything is normal for the most part. She is in alert mode though, seeing what's going on around DC, so eventually she'll seek shelter somewhere. But for now I have her as out and about. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetiming STARTERS: 0/3

Jim Hawkins

Jim is trying to act normal pretty much, he's trying to keep a cool head even though things seem chaotic. If he sees someone is hurt he'll definitely try to help if he can. And I'm sure he would probably help turn the Benbow Inn into a Safe House of sorts, though I'm not sure how well that would go to be honest. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetiming STARTERS: 1/3 (Rose/vcndetta)

Lilo Pelekai

Lilo is scared, okay?! BUT she's also concerned about her loved ones for sure, so she's probably impulsively trying to find them among the chaos. She'd be avoiding the dead or dying for fear of seeing something she doesn't want to, to be honest. So she'll mostly be trying to ask others for help locating people she can't find, searching the shelters and around town. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Louise Belcher

Louise may love chaos but, well, not the murder-y kind. And while she knows she's a pretty good sneak, she's also not stupid enough to just be out and about during all of this. So she's going to be locked in her home, or at a shelter, thank you very much. If she trusts you, she might let you hide with her. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetiming STARTERS: 1/3 (Bob/hiddenpxpercuts)

Vanessa Shelly

Vanessa is a police officer, so she is doing her job still. Patrolling, trying to help wherever she can. She's taking this seriously, and she wants to help people, but it does make her brain itch... She likely is having a hard time mentally seeing any carnage. She could probably use someone to lean on. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Alice Kingsleigh

Alice is my curious one, so in this situation, she's very much kicked into Champion of Wonderland mode. She's going around, probably armed for her own protection with a knife if I had to guess, and trying her best to help others. She's not sure what's going on, but she's doing her best to at least do something. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Mary Jane Watson

Mary Jane is honestly pretty smart, and will pick up on the dangerous vibe around town fairly fast. Now, does this mean she can't end up in trouble before getting home? Not at all. But once she does get home safe, yeah, she's definitely going to be staying there, maybe helping hide those she trusts. Or maybe even hiding with them at their place. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Jennifer Check

Jennifer is definitely thriving. She's having a ton of fun. She basically sees this as a free murder party, so it's all a blast to her. She's going around having a good old time watching others be turned into monsters for once. She's basically feeling very validated and justified in her own actions. So she's probably taunting people and scaring them or just acting totally chill for the most part. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetiming STARTERS: 0/3

Abigail

Abigail is most likely being smart and staying hidden for the most part, whether at home with others she trusts or in a shelter. She'll help if she sees someone in need as much as she can, but for the most part she's kicked into self-preservation mode. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Hans Westergaard

Hans is surprisingly not feeling murderous. He hasn't really met anyone he wants to murder now that there's opportunity to, sadly, so he's probably just chillin with his horses to be honest. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Misa Amane

Misa suspected at first maybe this was Kira's doing, and then when it seemed too random she thought maybe that someone else had a hold of a death note. But the more chaotic things got, the more she realized it's something else entirely. So she's hiding out at the moment for the most part! POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Melody

Melody is very confused. She's never experienced anything like this before. She will most likely be hiding by water, either pools or the different bodies of water deep enough to swim in found in DC, like the basin, that way she can make a quick getaway or defend herself using the water to her advantage. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Evelyn Serpeni

Evelyn is not feeling threatened, given her supernatural status as a vampire. She knows she's fast, and her ability to see people's memories definitely will come in handy for this event. She's not really helping anyone, maybe even taking advantage of this to have quick snacks and stay fed. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Marie

Marie is terrified, truth be told. So she is definitely hiding out, most likely either in her home with someone she trusts, or she's in a shelter. She wants to feel safe and not alone. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Violet Bridgerton

Violet's first priority is her husband and children's safety. So she was immediately on the phone as quickly as she could manage to call each and every one of them to make sure they were somewhere safe, or to come stay with her and Edmund. Other than that she's just been hiding out. If someone were to come to her for help with hiding or injuries, she would of course help them too. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Chiaki Nanami

Chiaki is using this as an excuse to stay shut in doing nothing but playing video games, I promise you. And if she trusts you, she might let you hide with her and use the video games as a good distraction for the both of you. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Miu Iruma

Miu is of course a cocky fool, so I'm sure she invents some sort of weapon and arms it and goes about her business with it on her at all times, ready for anything. She's probably showing it off to anyone who will listen and being a total brag. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Inuyasha

Inuyasha is feeling... things. Mostly, a weird protectiveness over Kagome and Kikyo both. He feels torn, and he desperately just wants to get them both in front of him so he can make sure they stay safe. That being said, he will not hesitate to protect himself or those he cares about. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetiming STARTERS: 3/3 (Kagome/drvcxrys, Kikyo/vcndetta, Tifa/papermccn)

Woody Pride

As Sherriff I'm sure Woody is very busy overseeing a lot of stuff amidst the sudden chaos. Lots of making sure everyone is where they're supposed to be and things are being handled and somewhat controlled. But I'm sure he'll get out there to help out himself, especially if things get too hairy. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Millie Knolastname

Millie is not feeling threatened in the least bit. She's just gonna hole up with Moxxie more than likely, with lots of weapons, ready to rock anyone's shit if they mess with them. If they trust you they might let you hide with them, but for the most part I'm sure that Millie was probably kept pretty busy by her husband. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 1/3 (Loona/drvcxrys)

Dash Parr

Dash is naturally a super hero, he likes to come to people's rescue. So he'll be out and about actively trying to save people until this all finally ends. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Mako

Mako is in Super Bodyguard Mode. So he is being hella paranoid about Ben Skywalker, his client. He is being hyper-vigilant, making sure to stay on alert at all times, just in case anyone gets any bright ideas. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Angel

Angel is smart, so she's doing a lot of hiding. She's pretty sneaky and stealthy, but even she knows it's probably safer in a locked up apartment armed with kitchen knives than it is out in the streets. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Milo Thatch

Milo is honestly experiencing fight or flight and he's going into fight mode, surprisingly. He wants to find Kida and keep her safe, no matter what. That's his main goal. So he'll be out looking for her, mostly. He'll probably help where he can, too. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Connor RK800

Connor is a detective police officer, so he's doing his best to try and find some sort of trace to where this came from. But of course, it's all DC magic more than likely, so he's having trouble finding much. He's doing his best to help others where he can. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Lara Croft

Lara is a survivor. So she's not really afraid of much, seeing as she's just about been through it all. She's fast, she's strong, she's agile, she's stealthy, she's ruthless, and she's lethal. I personally pity anyone who tries to take her on. She will of course use her medical knowledge to administer first aid if someone needs help. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Bernadetta Von Varley

Yeah, so Bernadetta and outside? They don't really mix that well anyhow. She's thus going to be locked in her room with her bow and arrow ready to shoot anyone that comes at her. So, yeah, she's not going to socialize much, nor will she let anyone in. For this reason threads with her will most likely be acting like normal for before/after event timing, or be talking over facetime/text. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Jack Frost

Jack is of course looking to help others, somehow. He's got powers so he can always help in a fight, but beyond that he does feel kind of useless. So he's trying to help others find shelter or get medical assistance somewhere. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Zeldaborn

Zeldaborn is honest just running through daily life as normal. She's like, very chill about all the chaos happening. She feels confident in her protection spells and potions so she knows she'll be okay no matter what. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Jane Bennet

Jane is absolutely shocked and horrified. She's most likely locked up in fear, just absolutely confused about what's happening and scared someone might come for her, since things are so chaotic and random in DC. She's most likely using her phone to contact others she cares about, or hiding them in her place if she cares about them and trusts them. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Rosie

Rosie is not feeling very threatened at the moment, so she's doing business as usual. Just kinda whistling as she goes about her days. Maybe catching a snack here or there. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetiming STARTERS: 1/3 (Hilda/papermccn, Pentious/hiddenpxpercuts)

Kim Possible

Kim is definitely doing her best to help as many people as possible while looking for some sort of source. She's got on her save the day outfit and she's ready to kick some butt! POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

Gareth Parry

Gareth is definitely in Protective Father/Husband Mode. He is looking out for his family first and foremost, protecting them and keeping them safe. He cares about literally nothing else in this moment. POSSIBLE PLOTS: hiding together || acting like normal || being paranoid together/about each other || making a joke out of it || thriving in chaos || hiding others || helping the injured/dying || staying home and facetimingSTARTERS: 0/3

#plotting call #starter call #hwevent17 #assassin event #swearing tw #weapons tw #murder tw

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cupidsnumberonehater · 7 months

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OFMD S2 SPOILERS KINDA MAYBE IDK HOW TO TAG THIS SHIT???!!!

Picture from (unlisted) clip from Max!!

IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT ANALYSIS AND SHIT ABOUT SPOILER CLIPS!!!!

Izzy lovers after seeing that clip:

For real, though.. that's episode one? COOL, can't wait to sob 😭. Con O'Neill's acting is GORGEOUS as always and my word, does he sell the character. It's out of character for Izzy yet still so in character and that is splendid. So! A few rambles if anyone care to indulge because I have re-watched the clip wayy too much already:

A. The Crew

I know this is a romcom but I find it wild that Jim and Frenchie seem to have some amount of care for Izzy rather than the off-put "what is happening" sort of reaction I would've expected. Fang has shown his own sweet self in season one, it makes sense he would be so nice to Izzy, but Stede's crew? Who wanted to mutiny the DAY Izzy became captain? Again, it's a romcom, I'm sure there's not much to it, but like what would have happened in the months between Ed's returned and this clip that they would care enough? Does Blackbeard get THAT bad and THAT obvious in his treatment of Izzy? Potentially even his treatment of the crew? Like I want to know when the crew realize "shit, he isn't treating that little fucker right." Like obviously his fucking toes getting snipped off isn't exactly a good sign, but when are they like "mmmm somethings not right" yk

Stede's crew was always very open about caring for each other (in their own ways) so maybe it's simply that, plus Stede's influence on them still shining through, but yk, I like being way too fucking deep into things. Also I really want to see more of the nicer Fang/Izzy interactions, mainly bc I love Fang and I love Izzy, but them interacting this season seems like such a nice little addition.

Also, not only does the crew seem so worried, but Izzy LETS them be worried. He doesn't try to escape the situation, he stands there and lets it happen, with the SMALLEST bit of fighting Fang and of course biting back his sobs. He's rendered completely vulnerable, as he seemingly can't talk much without crying, so he can't really make orders (least not in a very strong or commanding way like usual) and he probably can't walk too well. He's sick and vulnerable and has to put his trust in the crew in that moment.

B. Fucking hell, Izzy

Izzy already has tears in his eyes when the scene begins. It makes me think of two things; either maybe Fang or Frenchie brought up the situation with Blackbeard or something similar (likely in the more comical, laid back way, not actually thinking about Izzy's part in the situation) and it makes Izzy upset with everything's that been happening, then that leads to his breaking. Or alternatively, he could literally just be in so much pain (physically) with his leg, assuming it's likely getting pretty bad at that point, that he can't help but cry. Either way, the distress would easily lead even a man like Izzy to some sort of breaking point, like the clip shows, and it hurts my heart but also it's so good.

Additional thought and more of a "I'd read this in a fanfic" type of delulu deal: Izzy states that they've run out of room on the revenge bc of the looting, pretty much, but the way he starts the scene indicates some sort of conversation prior. While it's probably more likely that they were all just looking around their shit and trying to make room or figure out a plan to separate it all and such, then Izzy could've sat down with a tear bc he's probably in a lot of fucking pain, I would love the consider the possibility of Ed getting upset with the situation. Maybe he isn't listening when Izzy tries to explain the situation, maybe he's having a bit of an emotional day and he's being all "Blackbeard 🤬👹" bc of it, maybe he's raising his voice, who tf knows, and maybe it gets to Izzy that particular day and then boom, yk.

C. Hopes and desires (except I'm delulu)

The possibilities that that scene alone can lead to makes my brain scatter and run to grab all of them holy shit. The idea of some of the crew staging a sort of intervention for Izzy and his obsession with/love for Blackbeard. The idea of Izzy getting a little, teensy weensy more comfortable with some of them after this because fuck they saw the man BREAK even if it's just for those few seconds after all. The idea that THATS what helps push his character growth into motion. The idea that this plus after his amputation, he grows to trust the crew more, or trust them with more of himself anyway. The idea of him growing closer to them and realizing Blackbeard isn't the only person on this ship he can or should devote his life of piracy to. The idea of his motto of loyalty changing from "loyalty to the captain" to "loyalty to the captain and his crew." The idea that most of them keep Izzy's slip a secret but then someone spits it out by accident and either Ed rethinks things, ignores it, or he and Izzy both get a "what happened to you" talk from each other (probably in a bad way but the potential for a healthy chat is always there). The idea of Stede and him having a chat about love (doubting Izzy would fully realize he's obsessed/in love with Ed, but) and Stede basically telling Izzy what Mary told him, and that just confuses Izzy further - "It's easy" "it's just like breathing" - there's no way in hell that description fits Izzy's relationship with Ed (least not anymore, clearly) so what else could he possibly be feeling?

D. Final thoughts

All I know is Izzy is so clearly a fucking broken man at the START of the season. It's very promising for his character growth, which sounds weird but it stands. It's likely his leg is all infected in this scene, considering the false leg in the trailer, so that means we might be getting an amputation scene (or at least a reference to one). We might be getting some relationship growth between Izzy and the crew rather than just him and Stede, which I heavily look forward to. I'm a big Stede fan, but I would love to see Izzy and the crew actually be sort of acquaintances rather than pure co-pirates. I would especially love some more Fang and Izzy. They've clearly had some sort of positive relationship if Fang can hug him without facing some sort of physical aggression, so I would love to see it. Also, Fang's "how you doing, Izzy?" and "am I crushing you?" were the best lines I've heard so far, I fucking love him and his genuine care.

Also this screenshot makes me want to draw him sooo bad. The lighting, the expression, the scenery, everything is so perfect and sorrowfully angry.

AHH it's eating me up. I have worms in my brain and their names are Izzy, Stede, and whatever the fuck this scene is. I have more art ideas now too uhg

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands spoilers

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Trying to pick a favorite character

Well it’s obviously B.O.Y.D I’m all the way deranged about him, but that feels like a bad answer because he’s featured at all in 8 episodes total and two of them are background appearances, and one his just his name. And maybe he isn’t my favorite character, maybe I just like robots?

So I should pick someone more popular? I love Huey, he slays, holy shit, love his autism. I really enjoy Huey, he’s definitely my favorite of the triplets but I’m not entirely sure he can be called my favorite character, just because he’s the superior triplet. I do love him a lot, but I’m not sure if I’m judging him fairly. Especially because he’s voiced by Danny Pudi, who I love.

So I should pick someone in the middle, not too central but with more speaking roles under his belt? Then I pick Gyro Gearloose. He’s the obvious choice, he’s snarky, he’s a little tragic but in a fun way, he’s voiced by Jim Rash and oh no I might not be judging him fairly I like Jim Rash a lot. I enjoy Community. I love Gyro but I don’t know if I would love him that much, I tend to get tired of overly sarcastic and rude characters. Maybe it’s just a sign of how well he’s written, I’m not sure.

Goldie is so hot. She’s cool too, I think she’s a well written character who you’re never supposed to know if you can trust. She’s also hot, and cool. I think her relationship with Scrooge and Louie is very well done, but I don’t know if I can base my favorite character off who I think they work well with. She is hot though.

What about Doofus Drake? He’s objectively the funniest villain in the whole show. I really enjoy the three or so episodes where he’s spotlighted, he really stands out in all of them. That’s especially saying something because B.O.Y.D is in one of those, and he kicks ass. I really enjoy his small arc where Louie tries to befriend him and accidentally gets Doofus to not leave him alone. First by Doofus wanting to be friends and then swearing revenge. What was he gonna do with the umbrella and walnuts?

Also I really enjoy Lil’ Bulb, possibly because I am slight deranged about robots in general, but I also love silent characters who are still super expressive. I love how loyal the Bulb Army ™️ is to their causes (when they aren’t evil). One of them kills itself so that the moon people can’t receive Huey’s transmission, and the one true Lil’ Bulb is willing to defend Gyro almost always and unscrews his head after being commanded to “look after your brother”. But he can’t be my favorite, he just isn’t.

This is a difficult decision.

#ducktales 2017 #boyd ducktales #boyd gearloose #huey duck #gyro gearloose #goldie o'gilt #doofus drake #lil’ bulb #hehehe I love them all #I literally cannot pick #also this post was way longer and more rambling than indented #sorry about that #whoops lmao

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scarrletmoon · 7 months

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this is going to keep bothering me unless i finally put it down but let’s really quickly talk about ed, gender and trans femme headcanons

just right off the bat, i’m not saying that you can never HC ed as trans femme, and if you say that’s what i’m demanding, please point to the exact paragraph where i said that

moving on

my reticence to jump into the babygirlification of ed teach in the first few months of the fandom comes from the fact that i’ve felt this undercurrent of discomfort around masculinity in fandom and online queer community.

i mean, i say undercurrent but any trans masc can tell you how much (online) queer spaces hate trans men, especially bc they think of them as gender traitors. people will proclaim how progressive they are, how they’re fighting for queer liberation and bodily autonomy, and then turn around and say the most vile shit about men that you’ve ever heard. people will often excuse it in a myriad of ways — “obviously I don’t mean all men, but you asking me to qualify that means you’re a misogynist” or “i’m allowed to say this bc men have hurt me” or “if trans men are men then why are they trying to escape their compliance in patriarchy. i’m actually affirming their gender by assuming they’re dangerous as soon as they come out”

all of these reasons are fucked in different ways but this ain’t about them. this is about ed

i bring up the adversity towards masculinity bc i thought it might be a possible explanation for what i was seeing; some people seemed to be treating ed like a closeted trans woman, especially based on his actions in s1 ep10. he’s acting more soft and “feminine” so maybe he’s a trans woman and just doesn’t get it! and this bothered me for a bunch of reasons

first, ofmd goes out of its way to depict many different kinds of masculinity, across race, gender identity, sexuality and even hobbies and interests. all of the men on the revenge aren’t the idealized version of what masculinity is supposed to be. and yet they’re all still men.

second, there’s nothing inherently wrong with being a man. the real problem is patriarchy, which even women (and which especially white women) uphold too. this demonization of masculinity makes it so much harder to talk about how patriarchy actually functions. women are not inherently pure, non-violent angels. men are not inherently evil and irredeemable

third, ed is not white. we should know by now that gender and gender presentation are not exact matches across all cultures

so i think part of the reason why people HC a brown indigenous man as trans femme is bc they see some feminine traits — long hair, emotional vulnerability, a penchant for finery, etc — and bc they’re uncomfortable thinking of ed as still a man, they can incorporate him into womanhood in a way that matches their worldview (namely, that women are harmless and victims to protect, and worthy of that protection in a way that men are not)

(btw the first time i tried to explain this on twitter i had to delete the whole thread bc people started calling me transphobic and let me tell you, white trans people telling me, a black trans person this? not a good time)

anyway, i don’t think trans femme headcanons of ed are bad. i think they’re pretty cool actually. but being a woman is more than your hobbies and the way you dress and your actions. the single requirement for being a woman is choosing to exist as one, in any capacity, whether you come out or not

another thing is that ed doesn’t have the same gender shift that jim does, at least not from my perspective. i think ed is pretty comfortable with being a man. he’s just a queer man who also likes soft things, and gets to be softer and more traditionally “feminine” around stede. so it feels very uncomfortable when white people in particular assign ed as female when he’s shown no indication of being so

it also bothers me bc i love seeing a man of colour get to explore that part of himself. it means a lot to me to see depictions of masculinity that aren’t white, that are about being emotional and loving and feminine as well as protective and masculine and strong. and when people say “ed’s a closet trans woman” it feels like “there is one way to be a man, and that’s not ed”. and as a person who spent their whole life feeling like their gender was decided for them by others, it hits home (in a bad way)

it took me a long time to be comfortable with calling ed babygirl and all that stuff; i know it’s mostly tongue in cheek but it sometimes wasn’t. i eventually decided that i wasn’t going to let others ruin my fun, even if it means that when i talk about babygirl ed, it’s different to what everyone else is doing

so i guess TL;DR: ed is a man, but he’s also an indigenous man, and trying to contort him to fit a white supremacist version of gender isn’t going to work

#scarrlet rambles #i think about ed’s gender all the time it means so much to me #but i need white people to like. stop and think more often

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out-of-control · 1 month

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TONIGHT

PREV: RED

NEXT: BOUND

words: 1911

warnings: sex

summary: jax makes an inquiry about a late-night delivery.

With one hand down his waistband, Jax thinks about a few things.

He's fully clothed still, supine on top of the bedsheets. His boot heels hang off the edge of the bed; his cell phone lies discarded on the nightstand. The apartment is empty and Jax is thinking about how Jim's fingertips are tough from years of playing bass. He's thinking about Jim's fingers warped around a fretboard, about how funny it is that when you have to cling to something to survive, it clings right back to you, in a way. About dead skin cells in layers upon layers. And about how things can so quickly go from soft to hard.

His hand quickens, and his teeth clamp together on the inside of his lip. He extends and contracts his muscles, undulating alone on top of the bed. And at the last possible second he stills his body entirely.

He feels his breaths, forcing his ribcage up and down like the handle of a bicycle pump, but he doesn't hear them so well. For a few seconds, he just lies there, allowing the air to cycle through his lungs.

And then he lunges for the nightstand.

He has the number on speed dial, because he's a stupid piece of work who should probably be put down for his own good. “Hey,” Jim’s voice floats through the tinny speaker, “What’s up.” Jax doesn't know where Jim is right now, and he doesn't care.

"Hey," he rasps, hand still down his pants. "I hope you're not busy, because I really can't act cool about this right now–" his fingers twitch almost involuntarily; he holds in a groan and goes on "–so I'm just gonna ask. Can you come over." He takes a deep breath in and holds it there, just long enough to start to feel it burn, and then he exhales it all at once and breathes, "Can you come over and fuck me tonight."

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In the twenty-three minutes between hanging up and Jim's arrival, Jax occupies himself.

First, he takes a minute to lie still on the bed after clicking his phone shut. His hand slides out from inside his pants and very briefly slips under his shirt to toy with a nipple ring. Just briefly. And then he rolls off the bed. In the bathroom, he washes his hands, then his face, and spends a little while trying to slick his hair back with water; it only makes him look bedraggled, and so he gives up and scrubs his head dry with a bath towel. He leaves the bathroom for the kitchen, checking the fridge to make sure he has at least two beers in there already. He finds he has five and closes the fridge door. Then he opens it again and removes one of the bottles. A few more minutes are whiled away by rooting through the drawers for a bottle opener. He brings the now-opened beer with him to the couch: an anemic, floral thing which he had liberated from the sidewalk about a year ago, not long after having shuffled all his worldly positions into the current apartment. A few applications of baking soda had banished the curb smell but left powder in the cushions for weeks. Whenever Anna visited back then, she'd insisted on sitting on top of her purse. Tonight, leaning back against the ratty, pilling fabric, Jax takes a drink from his beer. Then he takes another. And he waits.

When the buzzer goes off, Jax scrambles to push the front door button, preemptively unlocks the apartment door, hurries back to the couch, and spends several seconds, if not an entire minute, carefully arranging himself on the cushions so as to most effectively convey an air of highly attractive nonchalance. He then immediately ruins it all by reflexively jumping up and rushing over to throw open the door as soon as he hears a knock.

"You're here," Jax breathes, inanely.

“I’m here,” Jim agrees, sounding a little cautious– probably a response to how incredibly fucking normal Jax is being right now. The desperate energy that had compelled Jax to pick up the phone in the first place seems to abandon him as soon as Jim steps over the threshold, and Jax finds himself awkwardly sitting next to Jim on the floral couch after supplying him with one of the beers from the fridge, not sure exactly how to proceed. He'd already asked his big question; isn't the ball in Jim's court now? Jax is pretty sure it is, but you wouldn't know that from looking at Jim. Fucker's scrutinizing the label on the beer bottle like an art historian attempting to authenticate a possible Bosch.

It turns out to have been a stupid fucking idea to have started in on his beer before Jim arrived, because Jax finishes it about two minutes after Jim opens his, and then finds himself sitting there on the couch with his legs crossed, feeling like a bit of a fucking creeper watching Jim drink and not saying anything, and he knows he could just get up and grab another beer and ordinarily he really, really just would, but there's something about the energy Jim is giving off right now that seems to penetrate Jax's skin and worm through his nervous system and keep him rooted right to his spot on the couch cushion. That same vibe also seems to be preventing Jax from jumping Jim's bones right now, no matter how bad he wants to (very bad). Something– some kind of primordial sexual instinct, maybe– is simply telling him to stay put.

Either unaware of Jax's turmoil or incredibly, exceedingly aware of it, Jim hefts the bottle in his hand, again closely inspecting the label. A garden of earthly delights, alright. He turns the bottle, tilts it, then brings it up to his lips. Slowly, agonizingly, he sticks his tongue out and runs it up the neck of the bottle, leaving a trail in the condensation, before casually taking a swig.

Definitely aware. Incredibly, exceedingly aware.

A few more minutes pass. It feels like forever. Casually, Jim sets his beer down on the floor, and Jax feels his stomach clench. There's a beat, before Jim simply leans over and breathes against Jax's jaw. Jax's eyes fall closed, almost as if in order for him to better feel Jim's hot breath on the side of his face, he needs to turn off his vision. Jim's soft puffs of breath move lower, to Jax's neck, and then Jim's lips replace them. A palm slides slowly up the inside of Jax's thigh.

Right when Jim's hand meets Jax's bulge, Jax exhales and blurts, "Finally," while battling the strangest sensation of his throat trying to strangle itself.

Jim freezes. Completely stills all motion.

Distraught by the turn of events, Jax forgets about his pride. "Christ, Jim, come on, please," he whines, trying to rock his hips up a little into Jim's hand.

Jim says nothing. But Jax feels him smile against his skin.

Jax brings a hand up and fumbles at Jim's shirt, grasping the fabric ineffectually. "Please, man, c'mon," he begs, as his breathing gets heavier and his face hotter.

Jim still doesn't move. Not acceptable.

Jax discards a shred of pride that he didn't know he still had, something thin and ragged at the dusty bottom of a drawer squirreled away in the back of his skull. Into the heady silence between them, Jax confesses, quietly. "Come on, man. I stopped myself from getting off just so you could make me come instead.”

For one long moment, it's nothing but Jim's breath on the side of Jax’s neck.

“Were you thinking about me,” Jim asks in a low voice, breaking his vow of silence. “Were you thinking about me touching you.” It doesn't sound quite like a question. Jax thinks this is because Jim knows the answer. He parts his lips anyway.

“Yeah," Jax says, and even to his own ears, his voice sounds wrecked.

So fast Jax can barely process it, Jim is in Jax’s lap, pulling Jax's shirt over his head. Jim's mouth connects with his, Jim's hips grind against his, and Jax thinks faintly that Jim might actually be trying to eat him alive.

One of Jim's hands finds its way into Jax's waistband, and he whines openly at the touch, at finally feeling Jim's hand, which is so, so much better than Jax's own, no matter how hard he fantasizes. After only a couple strokes, Jim undoes his own belt, shoving Jax's jeans down, until their cocks are rubbing against each other in Jim's hand, and Jax can't seem to do much more than dig his nails into Jim's thighs, pushing his tiny embarrassing noises into Jim's mouth.

Jax gets shoved down, flat onto the couch cushions, and then Jim's shirt is gone. He starts leaving bite marks all over Jax's skin, from his neck all the way down to his hip bones, and then Jax is naked on his ugly floral couch, Jim positioned between his legs with one knee supporting him from the floor. Jax feels lightheaded with the knowledge that he’s going to be marked up for days after this– so obvious, so undeniable, practically an autograph. Jim's teeth sink into Jax's thigh and he gasps, arching his back and fisting a hand in Jim's hair.

Jim lets go and wetly kisses the indentation; the switch from sharp and jagged to gentle and soft is so sudden it makes Jax's head spin. Jim licks a stripe up Jax's cock before taking him in his mouth, slowly bobbing his head up and down with his eyes shut, and Jax just can't understand how serene Jim can look while tearing Jax apart like this, atom by atom by atom. Jax hooks a leg around Jim's back and pants hard, watching Jim's hand where it's splayed across Jax's chest, the two rising and falling in sync, and at some point he can't seem to remember, his gasps started sounding a whole lot like Jim, Jim, Jim.

He feels Jim's hip graze back and forth against his shin, realizes that Jim is rubbing himself against the couch cushions as he sucks Jax's brain out through the tip of his dick, and maybe it's that realization which can be blamed for finally shoving Jax over the edge. He clutches Jim's hair hard as he jerks and shivers on the couch.

Through his eyelashes, Jax watches Jim pull off, wipe his mouth across the back of his hand. His hair is all in his face, blocking his eyes; Jax wants to reach out and brush it aside but his arms feel too heavy, all shaky and weak from tensing them so hard. Jim’s face is flushed, his nose pink where it peeks out from all the hair. The lull doesn’t last more than a few seconds; Jim is scrambling up his body, knees digging into the couch cushions on either side of Jax’s neck. Jax watches Jim’s thumb and forefinger above him, grasping the tab of his zipper and dragging it down the rest of the way with a high-pitched buzz that may as well be a dog whistle for how well Jax has been trained to respond to it. Jim’s hand fastens in Jax’s hair. Jax dutifully drops his jaw open, curls his hands around Jim’s thighs, and lets Jim keep on calling the shots tonight.

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Hi, so I discovered jims computer 2 like 20 minutes ago and i think it looks cool. I love jims computer a lot, and Ive never seen an au for jims computer so id like to know more about it. I have a few questions i wanna ask about it, (( im just going to say JC2 in the questions for simplicity sake))

do you have a google doc or something that I can read about your AU? i think its really neat and id like to look more into it. (i think JC2 is an au sorry if im wrong) I know very little about JC2 and i think it would be easier if i just read a document about it

Are some characters in JC2 based off of background characters in Jims computer and/or a different source? (e.g, theres a police looking guy in JC2 [who also appears in Jims computer] but there are some very new faces too.

Does JC2 take place in a ghost town? In Jims computer, jim is supposedly living off-the-grid or just a really small town. In the pinned post, the "James" fella says that he is the only delivery guy in the town of Robloxia.

Is this majorly different to Jims computer? (or more like a derivative work?) At first i thought this was an expansion of the very background characters in Jims computer. In JC2 it seems there is a very different change in terms of story (?) compared to Jims computer. It doesnt seem like the world of JC2 is falling apart compared the world in Jims computer.

Why is it called beta space?

So those are my questions for now. Sorry if they sound strange, im writing this at 2am.

Also sorry if i sound like im too lazy to read more into JC2, im not going to look into it further right now because im going to sleep after i send this but i will read more about JC2 soon and i think ill ask more questions!

Hi anon! Sorry for the long response on my behalf! But i will try to answer as much question as possible!

1. There hasn't been official doc or much information given to the JC2 (yes we do infact call our concept as JC2 XD) We do however planning to make it someday? So far we just been updating on our discord server!

https://discord.com/invite/cXysVJrttc

You will met more characters too that is not just from betaspace XD

2. JC2 does still took place in original Jim’s Computer world with extra places and stuff! However, Betaspace is not exactly partaking on the game, it took some element of it however!!

3. Again, Betaspace does take an empty place of robloxian universe, so you can take it that way! :p

4. JC2 just expansion of it, while Betaspace supposedly a further explanation of some character of mine in our JC2 universe! (like a sub-AU somesort)

5. It's called betaspace because the concept of this universe is everything is in progress of a roblox game style but with couple twist!! :)

I hope this is understandable answers x)

Thanks for the question again Anon!

#jimgangtm #roblox #roblox oc #roleplay #roleplay oc #jims computer 2 #jims computer #betaspace

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Look, I'm not talking shit about that 16K word glurge about S2 just because OP is my icon twin but it certainly does not help.

I have not watched the last episode yet. It is entirely possible it could make me do an about-face on the entire season but I feel it is deeply unlikely.

It still feels like it's trying to do too much and succeeds at very little. If you're going to do the silly fanfic tropes you gotta lean into it with your whole bussy, not this half-assed referencing of Austen for both Maggie/Nina and Aziraphale/Crowley. I am absolutely the target audience for this bullshit! This is such a low fucking bar! How do you manage to biff it this terribly when I am rooting for you??

The sheer Johnlock Conspiracy vibes that fucking post gives off. (Not in terms of "is it canonical", but rather "there is an actual plan".) Sometimes art made within the constraints of capitalism just fucking sucks. You don't need to write 16,000 words about it so you can pretzel yourself into believing Neil Gaiman isn't doing this partially because Amazon offered him a fuckton of money. Babe, sometimes it's really not that deep.

Also, as a fan, one must internalize that canon is a trash pile. Not in terms of quality necessarily (although sometimes this is true), but as a thing one sorts through to decide whether it sparks joy. This is especially important for things with decades of contradictory lore like comics, Star Wars, or Doctor Who.

And sometimes you really do know a character better than a creator. I do not believe this is a particularly arrogant position to hold, especially when they obviously take up more space in your head. (Like, Crowley has never been objectively cool in his life. He is to Aziraphale, and that's what truly matters, but he's really really not.)

There was something with Crowley and Jim/Gabriel. I wish they'd tugged on that thread more. Jim is not Gabriel (at least he doesn't seem to want to be, and not just because brain hurty) and that changes things for everybody. Or at least it should.

I really don't want to write fic about this season. But god, there is so much stuff that needs to be unfucked and remediated, and unfortunately sometimes this is where I camp out.

#pear watches good omens #i'm making my own post

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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If inspiration strikes, I'd enjoy reading something with Jim, Frenchie, & Lucius (the possible S2 trio!) or something with Frenchie, Roach, & Pete (the RoP trio!). (I don't recall whether I already submitted this, as this would have been one of my initial ideas from months ago. So if I have, please dismiss this.)

(hahahahah *nervously stuffs unanswered asks behind them in pile* never worry about re-sending. I uh... look I'm trying my best, but things have gotten a little out of hand back here, so if you want to re-float something that's been sitting for more than six weeks or so, by all means. I do go digging in the back catalog sometimes, but you know. Things fall behind metaphorical filing cabinets etc)

“I’m going to end her entire life,” Lucius tried the door again, fruitlessly.

“It was an accident,” Frenchie reminded him. “...probably.”

“It was,” Jim was eying up the door with a determined look. “She was distracted.”

“Why does the lock even work this way?” Luicus groused, taking out his phone. “Who’s closest and has keys? She’s got to be halfway across town already. Asshole.”

The three of them had gone down to the basement that morning to start pulling out summer festival decorations. A good-natured squabble between Frenchie and Lucius over who was carrying what meant that they missed the sound of Eddy’s boots until they were right on top of them and then there had been the very distinctive sound of a propped door closing and a ‘snick’ of a lock. Then tread away and the backdoor closing. They hadn’t thought much about it because obviously no one would put a lock on the basement door that one couldn’t open from the other side.

The door (the basement as a whole) was a relatively new concept, so it wasn’t until a half-hour later that they had discovered that apparently that was a decision that had been made at some point.

So Eddy had locked them in together. There were worse places to be stuck. There was a bathroom and there were snacks in the kitchenette, but Lucius had had plans for the evening that involved being very far from the bar seeing as it was, for once, closed on Sunday. Because Eddy and Stede were taking a little trip and decided to gift everyone with a few days off. So cute. So sweet.

So fucking inconvenient right now because they were the closest key holders and were definitely on their way to gone.

“Does Pete have a set?” Frenchie asked doubtfully.

“No. love the man, but no one trusts him with security. What about Read?”

“She and Anne already left for upstate,” Jim frowned.

“Oh! Fang!” Lucius said hopefully and dialed his number. It ran a few times before giving over to voicemail. “Dear heart, if you get this in the next hour or so, please call back. Minor emergency, kisses!”

“That does not convey distress,” Jim rolled their eyes.

“I don’t want to worry him.”

“I’m worried,” Frenchie groaned. “At least a little.”

“Someone would come looking for us,” Lucius said staunchly.

“Yeah, but no one with keys,” Jim pointed out.

“Did you call Oluwande?”

“Doesn’t have keys. Turns his phone off when he’s volunteering.”

“Why?” Frenchie wrinkled his nose.

“Sets a good example for the kids not to be on the phone,” Jim repeated dutifully.

“Damn his good heart,” Frenchie laughed. “Well fuck. Roach doesn’t have keys either. Why does no one have keys?”

“I told you all I’d make copies years ago and none of you wanted them,” Lucius sat down on the stairs. “Fuck. Okay. I’ll text Pete so at least someone knows where we are.”

“Ask him to tell John if he’s up?” Frenchie sighed. “He’s still tanked from that bad shrimp last night, I bet.”

“Oh yeah,” Lucius’ nose wrinkled. “Yikes.”

Pete didn’t respond immediately and that left them just staring at each other.

“You know, I saw some board games in the back of the cupboard when we were pulling stuff out,” Frenchie mused. “Want to play?”

“We should be working on getting out of here,” Jim frowned.

“Okay, cool. Any ideas?” Frenchie lifted his eyebrows. “Cause I’d love to hear it.”

Lucius dropped his face into his hands. Jim sighed.

“Yeah, fine.”

The games must’ve been purchased by Stede for the kids then never made it to his place. They were brand new in the plastic. After some debate, they settled on Monopoly. Lucius took the top hat, Jim took the car and Frenchie was pleased with the thimble.

“So look,” Frenchie paid $200 to get out of jail. “I’m just saying Jim could probably fit through the window.”

“Maybe,” Jim frowned. “It’s locked too though.”

“What if we break it?” Lucius casually purchased another purple property. He kept his cards in a stack so it was hard to tell how many he had.

“The alarm will go off,” Frenchie pointed out.

“So?” Jim snorted. “Who cares?”

“I’d care more about you trying to skim through jagged glass.”

“No big deal.”

“Very big deal,” Lucius contended. “You’ll get bloody, I’ll faint and you still won’t have a key to get us out. We’re better off waiting for Pete to figure out a lockpick, if he ever gets back to me. What the hell is he even doing today anyway?”

Jim scooted the car down a few spaces. “I’ll buy the railroad.”

“Already own it,” Lucius held his hand out for cash. “Did we hit up the group text?”

“First thing. No one’s responded,” Frenchie sighed. “It’s not like that’s going to get any more attention than reaching out individually anyway. Maybe I could figure out a distress flat and hang it in the window.”

“So the alley rats can see?” Jim frowned and forked over cash.

“I’m going to have a snack,” Frenchie decided, landing on his own property. “Anyone else?”

They all ate hot cheetos in varying degrees of despondency, their silver pieces moving around the board. Lucius’ cash pile grew.

“You can’t own that,” Frenchie challenged, then deflated when Luicus showed him the card. “How?!”

“I kept buying stuff while the two of you were debating the window idea for the third time.”

“I think you’re cheating,” Jim decided.

“I mean, I’m not, but go off, I guess.”

“Any one want some music?” Frenchie asked.

“No,” Lucius and Jim said simultaneously.

“I’m going to kick your ass,” Jim informed Lucius.

“Good luck.”

Things got tenser after that. For a while, Jim rallied, but then Lucius reached a tipping point and houses started cascading down on properties. Frenchie was down to his last ten dollars and Jim was starting to try bargains with him about his mortgaged properties.

That’s when they heard voices and then some scraping noise.

“We’re down here!” Frenchie yelled getting to his feet. “For the love of all things holy, save me!”

“Save us,” Lucius amended.

“Fuck you two, I want out of this situation yesterday,” Frenchie undermined his vitriol by handing Jim his ten dollars and then vaulting up the stairs. “Hello!”

“Hey!” That was Pete, Lucius groaned with relief and got to his feet.

“Hey, your man came through,” Jim said approvingly.

“Yeah, would’ve been nice if he let me know that,” Lucius checked his still quiet phone. “....my battery died.”

“How are you so smart and so dumb at the same time?” Jim asked exasperated.

“It got knocked into the sink last week. Eddy again, actually. Battery hasn’t been right since,” he frowned. “Did I piss her off more than usual recently?”

“Nah, just distracted about the trip, I bet. She was excited to get away,”Jim reassured him, already packing up the bits of paper. After a pause, Lucius helped them, between of the two of them getting all tucked away just as the door finally yawned open.

“Luc?”

“Izzy?” Lucius head flew up, then just to Jim. “...hide me.”

“No. Why?”

“He’s gonna be annoyed that I didn’t call him.”

“...why didn’t you call him? He’s a great lockpick.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because you’re both as dumb as each other,” Izzy concluded for them, already at the bottom of the stairs. “You enjoying it down here or can we go? I set off the alarm.”

“I have the code, it’s okay,” Lucius sighed. “Thanks for coming.”

“Pete was worried you’d all resort to cannibalism before an actual locksmith showed up,” Izzy glanced at Jim. “I wasn’t sure he was most worried about, but I figured it was 50/50.”

“Could’ve been me!” Frenchie called from the top of the stairs.

Lucius and Jim exchanged a look, then headed silently back up after him.

“It could!” Frenchie protested. “I’m the most stringy anyway. Lucius has the most meat.”

“See, that’s the kind of statement that gets you eaten first,” Lucius said dryly, then beamed at Pete. “Thanks for calling the calvary, babe!”

“Yeah, of course,” Pete hugged him. “You okay?”

“He’s a cheating cheater,” Jim informed him.

“Monopoly,” Lucius explained.

“Oh yeah, no,” Pete pulled a face. “That’s on our banned games list.”

“You have a list?” Izzy did something to the lock (it would never really work right again, but Lucius wasn’t going to rat him out when Stede demanded to know who had broken it).

“Oh yeah,” Frenchie nodded.

“Wait, you knew he cheated at it?” Jim demanded.

“He doesn’t cheat! He’s just really good at it and a sore winner.”

“I can’t help if you suck,” Lucius mimed tossing his hair, before going to disarm the alarm and call the security company.

“I’m going to lock him back down there,” Jim decided.

“Not today,” Izzy gave them a look. “I have tickets.”

“I’ll wait until he least expects it,” they said darkly. Pete and Izzy exchanged a look, then shrugged. Sometimes you had to let people try their luck with Lucius. They even won sometimes.

“What other games are the list?” Izzy asked.

“Risk,” Frenchie and Pete said at the same time.

“Who plays fucking Risk anyway?”

“How can he good at that when he can’t even learn poker?”

“Mystery for the ages,” Pete agreed. “I took John’s car over, you want a ride home Frenchie? Jim?”

“Please,” Frenchie beamed.

“Yeah, okay.” Jim sighed. “Why am I tired?”

“Stressful stuff,” Pete shrugged.

“All set!” Lucius chirped from the backdoor. “Iz, are we going?”

“Yes, pup.”

Lucius locked up behind them. Just as he was closing it, his phone jumped back to life with a ring.

“Possessed battery,” he grumbled and answered.

“Lucius! The alarm is going off!” Stede cried over the phone. “Can you go down and take a look at it?”

“Already handled,” he rolled his eyes. “Maybe ask your asshole spouse why they didn’t check no one was home before they locked the door.”

“You’re on speaker,” Eddy drawled.

“Good,” Lucius bit back. “What is wrong with you? I told Stede we’d be there.”

“Oh. I may have forgotten to mention?” Stede was probably grimacing.

“And what happened to ‘I hear all’?” Lucius pushed on. “I thought you never missed a trick, Eddy?”

“Dunno,” they said untroubled. “Ooops?”

The phone disappeared from Lucius’ hand. Jim hit speaker. “Eddy.”

“Oh no,” Eddy said, suddenly very subdue.

“Oh yes,” they hissed.

“I’m sorry?”

“You will be.” Jim’s grin was very disconcerting and you could definitely hear it in their voice. “Enjoy your vacation.”

“My love, what do you think about extending our trip indefinitely?”

“Sorry, honey, I do actually want to continue living in the city.”

“....fine.”

“Bye.” Jim hung up and handed the phone back to Lucius before stalking off down the alley.

“That was hot!” He yelled after them, then giggled when they flipped him off.

He felt better already.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #jim jimenez #lucius black #frenchie chery

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scorchedhearth · 2 years

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tell me about childhood friend guy and hal!!!

i know i can always count on you, thank you!!

i used the ‘what if’ idea because hal & guy are for me cemented in their current dynamic, met once as adults and got along as friendly acquaintances before the ring messed up their relationship on both sides and it took decades to slowly and very painfully pick at it work out something better, this hard to bear ‘self-recognition through the other’ dynamic where they both see and know the worst of the other because they’ve been it. so this idea, it’s trying to see what could have happened, how it would have gone if they met as kids and befriended each other, how they might have influenced each other’s life for better or for worse

it boils down to two lonely and misunderstood kids finding kinship with one another, growing up together and feeding into each other both good and bad, crashing away and meeting again multiple times. and im thinking of both a no power au and a canon divergence where they both end up green lanterns because can you imagine how gut-tearing it will be for guy to learn that hal, his friend, was chosen over him? that he spent years already struggling with self-esteem irt to hal and comparing himself to him finding out he wasn’t good enough? that he’s the second choice? after spending years after years being so close to him? and for hal, the weight of the guilt and grief! the what ifs! if he didn’t get the ring, if guy wasn’t made his second, his he didnt use his battery to charge, if sinestro hadn’t tried to use him to get to hal, if, if, if… then he wouldn’t have lost his best friend, because guy now is nothing like the guy he’s known his entire life and it’s because of him, he hurt someone else again and ther’s nothing he can do to make it right

but my favorite out of the two is the non power setting:

hal is born in middle to upper middle class, his family has a second house in their family near baltimore they use as a vacation house during summer

that’s how he and guy meet, guy is younger than hal but they still hang out together a lot jack is already a lot older than hal and has things he wants to do and jim wasn’t born yet, so hal finds himself alone a lot, and guy is already spending as much time as he can outside his house to avoid his father and mace

showing this new kid around, being looked up to and feeling important is something guy will seek out with hal. hal just doesn’t want to get bored, and the kid who can be goaded into showing him risky places with an easy ‘you’re too much of a pussy to do it’ is his best bet for finding cool spots

still they get close on their personality: stubborn and smart and distant big brothers and loving being outside. guy shows him his favorite activities outdoor while hal talks about planes and what his beach looks like, they compare notes

for a few years that’s how it goes: hal and guy hang out for a few weeks in summer until hal goes back to california. they string up a strange friendship that feels timeless, the years go by and they just pick it up from where they left it when they meet, even though they are both changing and quickly, with new things to say to the other

then hal’s father dies when he’s barely a teen

then living in coast city gets harder with each passing day and hal won’t stop going to the tarmac and obsessing over flying and their family house has no one to take care of it anymore so his mom moves the family to maryland, hal sulking and hating everything about it

by now it’s gotten bad enough at home that guy has taken to spending as little time as possible there, roaming the streets of baltimore and all the remote spots he knows. still he keeps hoping to impress his father, to find what will make him love him

they meet up at their usual hang-out spot by pure dumb luck, guy escaping his house and hal running away from his mom and brothers for a moment. they find out they live in the same city, and even though they don't go to the same schools and are pretty far from each other, they grow close and closer and make an effort to meet up as often as they can

they take the bus until hal gets himself a car and start driving them around, picking guy from his school to go to parties, by now both families knowing of the friendship, hal’s mom encouraging it and guy dodging the questions about it

they are remarkable friends, able to get into the worse screaming matches and fist fight and a minute later being best buddies laughing and scheming together, they know the shameful family secrets and they know their fears and shames, ripped out confessions on lonely nights they meet up and confidences made out of trust. hal encourages guy to calm down while guy gets hal to talk out loud more

and, going for a romantic direction, maybe they’re their first gay thoughts, and how badly they deal with it, growing up in not the most accepting places. the looks, the touches, the thoughts, the moments alone and the shared spaces when in public, it’s spread out over weeks and months and years, culminating in a kiss during a party where they’re not even drunk enough to put it on the alcohol

and they both like it, maybe a bit too much, and they both hate themselves for it, and it breaks something between them. hal represses it hard while guy tries to ignore it and they both hate themselves for not conforming to what their fathers would want out of them

guy gives up on his family, just like hal does, and they talk about it. guy hardly find solace in that when hal tells him he’ll leave as soon as he can

and then hal leaves maryland for good and goes back to california, hitchhiking there to enroll in the airforce in his home state. he’s only thinking about the future, about what he’ll get, about flying again like he so desperately wants to

and that breaks guy a bit more, because it feels like hal is leaving him behind in the dirt to get something better, something without him while he’s left rotting in his hometown. he goes into this downward spiral of crime and anger, and mace tries to get hal because he knew they were close but hal doesn’t even pick up, too busy with his own career, and he’s left alone to straighten up guy

this leaves a dent in their friendship, they don’t really see each other, both too busy. hal flies, and guy studies, and they both get somewhere. the occasional phonecalls and beers they exchange every once in a while cannot make up for what broke between them, it just hurts to prod at the bruises

im conflicted about emerald dawn I and II, but the potential here cannot be overlooked, them meeting again by pure luck once again, hal in a bad place despite leaving to become great and guy turning out the best of the two, with a good career and standing. it hurts hal’s ego and brings guy back to bad memories.

afterward, hal gets back to ferris, trying to make things right, and guy gets angry again so he goes to school, to teach kids and be helful

until he gets hit by the bus, goes into his coma, wakes up with the consequences of his brain injuries. until he realizes that he cannot teach anymore, not while he was thrust back to his worst years, out of control, angry, confused and anxious and buzzing with all of that at all time

it hurts even more that no one in his family went to visit him

hal visits until he can’t stand seeing guy like this, not understanding what seeing kari by his side means when bile rises in his throat, not understanding why they’re kissing until kari says she cant, and he leaves him alone because he can't stand any of it

the next fortuitous meeting is a traveling hal stumbling unto guy working small jobs to keep rent. by now guy is angry at hal for leaving him behind, for ruining his shot at a better life by stupidly getting fired from the army and ruining what he had at ferris. and hal is just shocked at seeing guy like this, and hurt to see what he missed, that guy changed so much. it’s like seeing a stranger wearing his friend’s face, finding this young and hurt boy who would show him around the docks when they were kids, so angry and shutting out the world

they get into this circle of bringing out the worse for a while, hal making guy think of what he lost and who he isn't anymore and guy brings proof of hal slowly but surely losing control over his life, made worse by the fact that they end up working for the same company and seeing each other a lot

it's the fights, both verbal and with fists, made worse because they know exactly where to hit to hurt

from now on it’s them dancing around each other, around this baggage they have, what was lost, and following what GL 1990 and the 90s had going for them, guy slowly working at being better once he realizes how low he's sunk while hal gets worse until he crashes and guy is there to pick him the pieces left of him

guy is fired from their company after yet another fight between, and he realizes he doesn't want to be angry anymore, so he works on himself again, like he did when he went to college at 20, and he opens his bars and gathers new friends

while hal overworks himself and has a massive burnout and causes a big accident, and then it's seeing as guy made himself better and doing this too, going to guy for advice. its at nearing 40 years of age that they manage to salvage what was left of their relationship

all of this to say: i want a scene where they get sloshed at guy’s bar warriors and guy closes and keep hal there to talk, and he says he still thinks about their kiss so many years ago, and hal admits that he does too. and they’re both old, graying and with aching knees and many regrets on their shoulders, and they decide right there to not add another one to the list, to give this a shot to whatever has been brewing between them for so long

#thank you so much for asking <3 #my brain is rotting thinking about those two #dc #guyhal #not sorry for writing 3 pages of what has been living in my mind for so long now #asks #d-bread-d #guy gardner #hal jordan

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ben-talks-art · 1 year

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Let's talk about entitlement

A couple of weeks ago I discovered that a voice actor from my country, an incredibly popular figure that is known for voicing super big roles such as Superman, Samurai Jack, Optimus Prime, Coop from Megas XLR (my favorite dub from the dude btw, he absolutely kills it!), and also acting as the voice for many popular actors such as Jim Carrey, was cast to play the role of Future Devil in the Brazillian dub of Chainsaw Man.

Now... I myself have not watched anything dubbed in my home country in eons, in fact, the Puss in Boots 2 movie was the first time in a while where I saw any form of media dubbed with Brazillian voice actors, if only because I wanted to see this thing as soon as possible so I just rushed to the nearest cinema I could find, and sadly Brazillian cinema doesn't show animated movies in their original dub...

So anyway, I wasn't exactly going "OMG!! Superman is gonna voice the "the future rules!" guy!!!" or anything like that. I was mostly just going "Oh, neat!", but after watching Puss I was kinda curious to find out how the whole Brazilian Future Devil thing went and... Ugh...

Apparently, the voice actor got a lot of hate on Twitter because they didn't adapt the line from the manga in the same way it was done by the fan translations... I repeat, people got angry at the actor because the line was different from the FAN TRANSLATIONS! And he received so much backlash from the watchers that he decided to drop out of the show and thus won't be returning for a future season.

Cool...

So... Let's talk about entitlement a little bit

Let's just assume for a moment that there is a girl you really, really like (I'm using "girl" but just replace it with whatever works for you), but she couldn't care less about you, so you try to make yourself look better, more desirable, more "worthy" of her by, let's say... Having a very well-paid job, or being someone who donates a lot to charity, or paying for the surgery of her grandma, or finding the cure for cancer, or ending world hunger... Let's just assume you did everything you could to be considered the most perfect person ever...

You're still not entitled to that girl's affection, appreciation, or even attention if she doesn't want to give you that.

Entitlement is the mentality of "I earned this, so I deserved it!"

But the fact of the matter is, unless you're paying someone for a job, and they agree to it, nobody really owes you anything.

(Although I guess one could argue that you're also owed your parents' support in order to survive since they're the reason you're here at all but... I'm not sure I have enough knowledge to talk about this so casually.)

But long story short, entitlement is this idea that you should have things done in the way you want them to be, just because you convinced yourself that this is how it should be.

I mentioned before in my Makima post that I really don't like this mentality because it works to make people think they have power over something they have nothing to do with.

This happens a lot with fanbases. Sonic, Kingdom Hearts, Chainsaw Man, Star wars... There are so many pieces of media where the public will go "this isn't how I wanted" or even worse "this isn't how it is supposed to go!" as if they were the creators or something.

They use arguments like "I complain because I care!" but in reality, it isn't about caring. This isn't about displaying your love for an IP you care about, it's about you not being able to handle a reality different from what you wanted.

It's basically the premise of the movie "Misery" where this one fan wants to act like she knows the story better than the actual author.

Now... Thinking that you deserve something even though there is nothing that says you technically do aside from your own belief is already bad enough, but it gets even worse when people use it as an excuse to act violently.

Harassing a voice actor and making him give up on his job just because a line was changed is just beyond silly. It's not the fans' duty to tell how a story should be told, same way it isn't right for fans to harass an actor just because they played an unpopular character in a live-action performance like it Happened with Rose in Star Wars, or telling someone they should kill themselves just because they made a joke about an infamous ship in Chainsawman.

It's even weirder in Chainsawman's case because part 2 literally starts with someone getting so much harassment by their classmates that it makes her want to die, which just makes me wonder if people are even trying to pick the messages of the story they are consuming.

Bottom line, entitlement is ugly. It is in my opinion THE ugliest mindset anyone could have.

It makes people perform actions out of selfishness, arrogance, anger, and it only works to spread pain and misery. It makes you look at other people as objects that only exist to satisfy your desires and makes you forget they have feelings and that they can get hurt, all because they happen to want to do something you disagree with.

If someone writes a story in a way you don't like it, you're not entitled to attack that writer. If someone performs the role of a character in a way you don't like it, you're not entitled to attack that actor. And if someone has an opinion about a piece of media that you disagree with, you're not entitled to attack that commenter.

You NEVER have a reason to attack anyone. Trying to put others down just to make yourself look big, ironically, doesn't make you look big! It just makes it look like you don't have enough faith in what you stand for and are too afraid that someone might prove you wrong.

Entitlement and aggressiveness are huge symbols of insecurity, cowardice, and immaturity, because people who truly believe in what they believe in, don't resort to harassment so fast just because a different point of view showed up.

We only attack when we feel threatened, when we feel someone is trying to hurt us or trying to take something important from us.

Attacking should only be reserved for self-defense, or the defense of someone who can't defend themselves (and even then I feel like there is a whole other grey area of debate on how to know who needs and should be defended and from whom, which I really don't feel I have the skills or maturity to properly talk about myself).

youtube

A random line on a fan translation of a popular manga that got changed when the official dub came out... Is just not a good enough reason to feel threatened, and not a good enough reason to attack someone, even if it's just an online attack.

We all know the line, "If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything!"

Unless someone is asking for your opinion, unless someone is paying you to speak and make a criticism or provide some sort of honest feedback, or unless you're being harassed first, you are NEVER entitled to use your words or body to try to harm someone!

You are free to live your life in any possible way you want, as long as no one is getting hurt from it.

...

At least in my opinion...

I am not a psychologist, or psychiatrist, or a psychic, or any form of expert in the field of the human mind.

These are just my casual thoughts about a... Not so casual topic, but I feel it's important to be talked about nonetheless because I feel not many people seem to realize how big of a problem entitlement really is, and how it seems to be getting worse as the years go by as the media and internet keeps making us feel like we have more power over other people's lives than we actually have.

Just... Try to think twice before you get that sudden urge to want to complain about the way something is or how someone is acting just because you don't agree with it. Think a little about who might be getting hurt from it and if it's truly worth it getting so upset about it.

...

Anyways, this was a downer talk... Anyone seen Puss in Boots 2 yet?

#fan entitlement #entitlement #social issues #harassment #online harassment #chainsaw man #Youtube

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