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missholloween · 2 months

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Spies are forever Malevolent au (made with @z3n1g4t4)

Curt Mega is a free-lance private eye investigator in the early 50s. He works with his partner, Owen Carvour, and both of them are one of the best of Arkham.

One day, Curt wakes up with no vision and no memory of what has happened. He soon discovers that there's something, or someone, in his head. The entity doesn't recall their own name, but they seem to be in control of Curt's eyes.

Although wary at first, Curt accepts to work with the entity. They quickly find each other working great together: the entity is throughout in their descriptions, and Curt is good thinking on his feet. They quickly get out of the building they were in (one from Curt's cases) and try to recap what has happened.

Curt remembers working on a case about occultism and superstition, but he didn't take it very seriously. His partner and him had to find some missing girl, and that had taken them to a house. The last thing Curt remembers was finding some books with strange symbols on them and letters he couldn't read. The entity, or the man, as he insisted he was, had some vague memories about himself, but couldn't remember much about his identity.

Given that they couldn't go their separate ways, the couple decide to work together to discover what's going on. Their goals are to separate their bodies (and get rid of Curt's eyes curse) as well as finding Owen. The entity finds him fascinating, as it is one of the few moments were Curt lets his guard down and is in touch with himself. He tells him about the cases they worked together, their achievements as partners. As more time passes, the entity notices how there are some gaps in his stories about Owen, as if there were things he didn't want to say. Curt also seems to be more on edge when the topic comes up.

The entity and Curt have some fights during the investigation. The entity is frustrated with Curt, as he often ignores him to follow his impulses (that usually get them in more trouble). On his hand, Curt resents the entity, as he blames him on his partner's dissapearence. Their egos clash, sometimes ending delaying the case by a lot or even putting their lives in danger just to fuck with the other one over. The dance seems familiar to the entity, but he doesn't know why.

After some setbacks and different leads, Curt and the entity arrive to an occult society that seems to worship the same creature that the books belong to. There, they finally give it a name: Chimera. This Old One is created by pieces of many creatures, taking their abilities and making new amalgamates with them (the greek mythology beast is loosely based on it). It thanks Curt for taking Owen to him. Curt doesn't understand.

Chimera reveals that in their last investigation together, Owen and Curt got in trouble. Although they thought they were alone at the house, they were not, and Owen got shot .As a last resource, Owen reached for the book and summoned Chimera, trying to stay alive. The god then offers him a choice: he would keep living, in a way, but he'd have to give up the memories of Curt and their work together. Clinging to his life, Owen accepts.

Curt can't believe what he hears, he can't accept that the man he loves gave him up to become some sort of monster. He faces Chimera and asks them if that's why he can't remember anything about Owen. It laughs at him. Chimera tells him that it wasn't them that made him forget, but Curt. It makes Curt remember nevertheless, and he relives their last moments together. He remembers how he had carelessly made noise all around the house, and he had left a banana peel laying around in the entry. That banana peel hadn't allowed Owen to flee.

Curt's head is filled with images, and memories, and he's hurting, but he can't still remember about his time with Owen, who he was. It doesn't make sense to him. Chimera tells him that it wasn't their fault, he just simply didn't know Owen. He thought he did, with all their cases, but he never asked him about his life. About who he really was. He didn't have to worry much about it, now Owen didn't remember either.

Chimera thus wants to take Owen back to make him one of his subjects, but Owen declines. His new form has made him think about who he is or what his purpose is, and he's not ready to give it up. And although conflicted, Curt doesn't want Owen to join Chimera. So they run away from Chimera.

Their next big step is to face each other.

#spies are forever #saf #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #saf au #malevolent saf au #hyl rambles #hyl writes #it's been some time since i listened to the first season of malevolent hope I didn't get details too off #but i hope you see the vision. they're so divorced. both of them #also i think beign an eldritch horror would fix owen #saf fic #if you're interested i (we) have so many thoughts about this au. owen would construct his identity like john. what are other chs up to...#feel free to comment and talk about it!!!!#also owen has the role of John And Parker And lowkey Faroe

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dozzerxb · 6 months

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I am back with more cookie run and Splatoon fanart.

I saw this challenge on twt and I did it with my comfort characters in headcanon and canon version. original panel is the third

#im so proud of this because it took me such a short time and i actually like how it turned out #anyway i love captain 3 if it was for me i would marry them #vampire cookie is like i want to kill u because you're annoying and i love u for that #my favs #splatoon #splatoon 3 #captain 3 #agent 3 #cookie run #cookie run fanart #vampire cookie #vampire

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enhanced-operatives-division · 3 months

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Handing you .. fanart of your Juniper mask >:] I promised to myself I'd draw this ever since you dropped the design it's SO COOL!!! i hope you dont mind!

I'M GOING TO CRY YOU'RE TOO KIND OH MY GOD,,,,,,i NEVER mind ppl drawing my designs Im honoured you liked it so much to DRAW IT???????? I'm grinning like a bastard this has made my day, thank you so so so much

#screaming crying sobbing /pos #you're so kind im losing my mind over this #im never living this down you're so talented and you drew MY SILLY DESIGN??? overwhelming /pos #im so im so !!!!!!!!! AUUUUU #tysm like fr this means so much im so full of thank yous I've been rendered speechless #asks #[Agent: genebeanz]#[fanart]#<- AAAAAAAAA #ieytd #john juniper #im so. auu im gonna be riding this high all day #sobbinf........#im just staring at it man AUUAUAUA so kind im so im so i cant explain the emotion but i can feel it in my whole body #pure joy methinks #im a simple man.....one juniper drawing and all of a sudden im buzzing and then square that feeling because it's YOU????????#genuinely your comments on my art is such a huge inspiration to me for keeping at it man #this whole fandom has that effect in me tbh like it's so kind and close knit #auuu #okay im gonna stop rambling because I'll be here all day but one last time thank you oh my god #i react normally to things 👍/j

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hellbatschilt · 8 months

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Thinking about my beloved slime man again

#hellba(r)t #yokai watch #yokai watch 3 #agent x #the executor #me while drawing this: he's so cutie vibes to be honest #<- guy who thinks that all the time #anyways i need to draw x's true form more often!!! i love that he smiles in it :^)#mr. the executor... 😊 sorry i just like him so much #ANYWAYS. i wanna draw x in different outfits since i got him a better hat in ff recently so i updated the outfits for my alt of him lol #i should post my alt of him here more often... if you follow me on twitter you'll see him more often if you're into that lol #also sorry if you followed me for yw art. you'll only get the ghoulfamily and count c*vity mostly #i do have a sigh-d*rr and dr. kagem*ra drawing i need to clean up and post though...#just lots of yw3 related stuff tbh since it's my favourite

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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Would you ever do a one shot of Whiskey and Reader on a date? Like when they first met and he takes her out for the first time???

AHH ABSOLUTELY

You and Me

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, flirting, kissing, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, brief mention of an age gap

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A/N: There are mentions of last year’s Daddycember post “The Night We Met” in here, so if you haven’t read that, go check it out (; also… there may or may not be a BIG surprise at the end

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“I don’t think it suits me.”

“Really?” You’re flabbergasted, genuinely shocked and bewildered. “How’s that?”

He shrugs, grinning. “That’s what you call me.”

Rolling your eyes, you quickly glance down at the warm feeling on your leg. His dominant hand, strong and warm, caresses your knee.

“What? It’s true.” He insists, “You gave me that name, no one’s ever called me that before.”

When you look up into his eyes, he can see the emotion swirling within them, and smiles. “And besides, I think I like papa.”

“Papa?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs again “That’s what I called my dad.”

The meaning behind it makes you feel warm, very happy with a small sense of… longing. Maybe it’s time for the two of you.

“I actually really like that.”

Thinking about having Jack’s babies makes you absolutely swoon, but thinking about them running around calling him papa is giving you a new emotion enteriely. You can already see it, their little hands reaching out for him, being swooped up in those strong arms and comforted by his loving smile. He’d be such an amazing dad, he will be an amazing dad.

It’s all just talk, at least for now. You’re entertaining yourselves on the semi-long drive to the restaurant the two of you picked out. It’s rather expensive with the interior atmosphere being intimate but not extravagant. It was the perfect setting for tonight, for this special event.

Usually, the two of you would have gone out to a party on New Year’s, but not tonight. Tonight is the one-year anniversary of your engagement, and Jack wanted to do something special for it. He’s genuinely the most thoughtful man you’ve ever met, and you’re reminded of that every time you look at your ring. Last year, he proposed beneath the glimmering shower of fireworks, out on a deck in front of only you. His words were heartfelt, genuine, and your heart swelled from them. Jack shed a few tears when he saw you cry, holding you tightly in his arms after you accepted his ring. It was the happiest moment of his life, of both your lives.

You remember the first time you came to this restaurant. This particular establishment was chosen for tonight because it was the very place you and Jack had your first date. Nearly four years ago, you were sitting where you are now, Jack driving while you listened to the soft music playing through the radio.

“You like this song, darlin’?”

“Hm?”

“I can hear you hummin’.” That handsome smile was creeping up on his face, his eyes still on the road. “It’s cute.”

His comments made you shy, your face running hot with a bashful smile on top. Ducking your head down, you fiddled briefly with your fingers, taking in a small breath.

“Is, uh…” He began, speaking nervously. “Is it okay that I call you that? Darlin’?”

Looking up, you watch his gaze flicker toward you. He shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “I know I use a lot of pet names with you, I just… it’s the southern gentleman in me.” He laughs briefly, nervously.

Jack’s own anxieties were prevalent, causing you to smirk. He always seemed like such a confident man, it was interesting to see that falter because of you. Nodding, you speak softly to him.

“I like it.” A small, calming breath is released from his chest when you say it. “I think it’s cute.”

This time, he fully looks over at you, smiling. And you just swooned. He’s so handsome, so mature and put-together that from the very first night, he intimidated you. Jack seemed like the type of man that knew what he wanted in life, and how to get it. He knew where he was going and what it was going to take to get there, and worked hard to make it happen. Ambition has always been a strong trait within his personality.

He picked you up on time, trying not to eye your form as you walked toward his car. You chose to wear a honey-colored sweater, one that wrapped around your waist and had a lower neckline. A dainty necklace laid on your chest, with stud earrings and a single bracelet on your wrist. Black jeans covered your lower half, and on your feet were high-heeled boots, the same color as your sweater. Over one shoulder hung your black purse, your hair down with a pair of sunglasses pushing some of it back on top of your head. The angels sang for you, you were graceful and absolutely gorgeous.

There had never before been a time where Jack was this nervous to go on a date. He felt as though you were fine sand in the palm of his hand - dainty and shiny and one wrong move, you’d slip through his fingers. But he didn’t know how enthralled you already were with him.

“Thank you.” Stepping out of his Bronco, Jack held open your door, a soft shade of rose on his cheeks. Again, your bashful smile dropping to the floor, you listened to Jack shut the door before coming up to walk beside you.

“Have you been here before, honey?”

Looking up, you admire the restaurant. It’s beautiful, even on the outside. There’s foliage decorating its front with beautiful lights and wood paneling surrounding the doors.

“No, never.” Shaking your head, you gather the courage to look over at him, smiling.

“Well, I’m glad I can take you here first.” He grins, wanting so badly to reach out for your hand.

The fact that he not only opened the door for you but also pulled out your chair made your insides burn with anxiety and attraction. And when he walked ahead to pull out your chair, you finally got a good look at him. He chose to wear a pair of brown jeans, and light brown boots. Over his white t-shirt was a jean jacket, his hair styled and jaw cleanly shaven, too. Jack didn’t really wear any accessories, aside from his watch, and this was also the first time you’d seen him without his cowboy hat. He looked just as handsome.

“Thank you.” It’s becoming a common phrase around him.

“‘Course, sweetheart.” His heart is beating out of his chest, sliding the chair in as you sit before rounding the table to his own seat.

That nickname makes you hold your breath, chest squeezing tightly. He’s so goddamn sweet. But just as you’re beginning to calm your nerves down from hearing his charming words, more are already leaving his lips.

“You look really nice tonight, honey.”

“Really?” Glancing up, Jack witnesses the giddy smile on your lips.

He nods, reaching for the menu in front of him, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “Absolutely.”

A small, happy hum purrs in your throat, the feeling of wanting to return his compliment forming inside your chest.

“I haven’t seen you without your cowboy hat before.” At this, he looks up from his menu. “You look really nice - really handsome.” He huffs out a small laugh at your quick correction. But then you’re continuing, blabbering nervously. “I mean, you look really handsome with it, too!”

Laughing quietly, he says, “Thank you, sweet pea.”

While glancing at your menus, his fingers fidget nervously. What else can I say? What can I talk about? He wants so badly to impress you, to make a good impression.

“How was your day?”

“It was really good, actually. Calming, I needed a good self care day.”

“What do you do for that?” He’s genuinely curious; he doesn’t even know what he’d do for a self care day.

“Hm?”

“A, the uh…” Reaching over, he takes a sip of his water, clearing his throat. This is a foreign concept to him, and he’s nervous. “Self… care?”

“Oh,” Smiling, you giggle quietly. “I usually like to exfoliate my face and body, shower and shave and then put on a face mask. I’ll wax, maybe put a conditioning treatment in my hair.”

“Wax?”

“Yeah.” Covering your mouth, you mumble your laugh at his overt shock.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Eh, sometimes. It hurts less than plucking my eyebrows.”

“Jesus,” He mumbles, shaking his head. “That all sounds like it hurts.”

“Don’t you do anything to your eyebrows?”

He frowns, thinking. Reaching up, he brings his pointer finger to the smooth space between his brows, rubbing it. “Sometimes I shave here.”

Again, you’re laughing. He just looks so cute. You can imagine him at home, looking in the mirror while he does a couple runs of his razor between his eyebrows.

“Well, maybe I could give your eyebrows a little love sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Shrugging, you pick up your menu, too. “Maybe we can have a self care day together.”

Jack didn’t expect you to offer that, not at all. You’re just beginning your first date and already, you’re planning more. It makes him breathe a small sigh of relief; he must be doing something right.

There were so many things immediately that attracted you to Jack. First of all, he was handsome as hell, the kind of handsome that stands out in a crowd. The kind of handsome that makes you want to show pictures to your friends to brag. Secondly, his personality. It’s so big and confident, he fills up every inch of the room. He’s friendly, easy to talk to and quite polite. Not only that but he’s interesting. You couldn't believe how many places he’s been to.

“Italy?”

“Yep,” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta. “Loved it there.”

“Oh my gosh, that sounds so amazing. I’d love to go there.”

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll take you someday.” He jokes, although in his head, he can already picture it.

“I’d love that.” You grin, digging into your own plate.

As the night goes on, your courage begins to grow a little more, your anxieties relaxing. It’s so easy to be comfortable with him, to find intriguing conversation.

When it comes time for him to place his drink order, he looks to you, asking, "You mind if I drink, sugar?"

"Hm?" Furrowing your brows, you find yourself confused.

"Bein' that I'm driving you home and all." He explains, asking again, "Would it be okay with you if I had one drink?"

"Oh, of course!" You're genuinely shocked by his thoughtful consideration.

Flashing you that handsome smile, he then turns, ordering a bottle of wine for the two of you. Only after he'd asked for your preference, though. And then you each order your food, both your meals and drinks coming rather quickly.

“So…” Twirling your fork in your pasta, you begin quietly. “You know how you call me sugar and sweetheart, and all that?”

On the side of his neck, his pulse pounds. Fuck, did he take it too far with you? Should he not call you so many pet names? He can’t help it, you’re just such a sweet woman to him. You’re so pretty and kind and pure that it just makes him want to take care of you.

“Yeah?” He says, grabbing his glass of wine and taking a sip to mask his nervousness.

“Well, I was thinking… could I call you things? Like that?”

Oh, Lord, he’s so relieved. Relieved and intrigued and flattered and flustered and everything under the sun because you want to call him something sweet?

“Really?” Comes that beautiful, blossoming grin. He sets his drink down, ready to engage in conversation again. “Like what?”

Shrugging, you smile to yourself while thinking. “I don’t know, maybe just start out with… baby?”

“I’d love it if you called me baby.” And then, he sighs, eyes admiring you. “You’re so sweet.”

Inside, your first thought is not as sweet as you. But you want to forgo the cheesy line, instead settling with, “You are, too.”

In your personal opinion, how someone treats their waiter says a lot about them as a person. Whether they’re rude or have the common sense of general kindness, whether or not they tip appropriately, whether or not they clean up after themselves. And that night, Jack ticked off all the right boxes.

He tipped fifty-percent on the bill, which shocked you. And you know he didn’t do it for show because you took a sneak peek at the receipt when the waiter came to grab it. He was also exceptionally kind to the staff, very pleasant and polite. And to top it all off, he cleaned up after himself. He stacked his plates and wiped off his area, making sure things were easy for staff to grab when clearing the table for the next guests.

“Thank you so much,” Now, he’s holding your hand, the two of you walking to the parking lot.

“It’s my pleasure.” Lifting your lips, he presses his growing grin to the back of your hand, making your insides stir all over again. You want so badly to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours again, just like the night you first met.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for my half?” You’re sitting snug in the passenger seat once again, the door opened and now closed by him.

“Absolutely not.” He frowns, shaking his head. The top to the bronco is down, allowing you to view him as he walks to his side. “This was me takin’ you out.” Sitting in the driver’s seat, he grunts, getting himself situated. And as he places the keys in the ignition, turning it slightly, he looks over with a kind grin. “And that means me payin’ for it.”

His driving makes you calm - he’s a good driver. Isn’t too fast or obnoxious, doesn’t drive aggressively. It really puts you at ease. The radio sings a soft tune, but its volume is low, the two of you sitting in a brief and pleasant lull.

“I’m really happy you asked me out.” At first, you’re looking away, but if you’re going to say something like that you need to at least have the courage to look at him. So you do.

“I’m really happy you said yes.”

“Did you really mean it?” He turns his head, looking at you questioningly.

“The night we met. You said that I’m…”

“The prettiest thing I have ever seen.”

Heat tingles in your cheeks as you nod. “Yeah.”

“Of course I meant it.” Glancing your way again, he adds, “And I still do. You’re pretty as a peach, baby.” Baby, it’s the first time he’s ever called you that.

“You’re so sweet.” Rolling your eyes, you smile widely, brightly.

To have this man, this older, incredibly attractive and enticing man, find you pretty, makes you flustered beyond belief. You feel so lucky to have his attention, and you hope you get to keep it for a while. You didn’t know then just how long you’d be held in his gaze.

When he parks the car in the lot of your apartment, he takes a moment to breath before twisting his body to reach behind your seat.

“I gotcha these.” He says, grunting as he plops back down.

Your eyes widen, lips parting as you see the bundle in his hands. Red roses, a whole bouquet of them.

“You… you didn’t have to do this.” Your voice is full of emotion, expressions offering him a fake pout. “This is so sweet.”

He’s smiling ear to ear, he’d hoped you’d like it. “I didn’t wanna give ‘em to you before we ate, because, well, you wouldn't have anywhere to put ‘em. But now you can take them up to your place.”

Your eyes then return to him, having been set on the bright red flowers now in your hands. “Would you… you wanna come up? For a bit?”

Inside, he’s thanking the lord. He was hoping you’d ask him that.

When you’re both out of the car, Jack walks beside you, letting you lead the way. You’re holding the bouquet and it makes him happy to see that, it’s like you’re already starting to become his. Fumbling with your keys briefly, you unlock your front door, pushing it open and flicking the light on for the two of you to see.

Jack’s eyes immediately wander, taking in your personal space. It’s clean and fairly neat, the pleasant smell of lavender filling the air. Your entryway opens up directly into your living room with your kitchen off to his left, the open concept allowing him to admire your decorations. There are a few plants, some wall art, and in all honesty, he finds it tasteful.

“You can take your shoes off here.” Pointing down, he does as you say, watching you kick your own off while locking the door. “I’m gonna go find a vase.”

Listening to the small patter of your feet prompts that familiar, gentle pull on the edges of his lips. After taking his shoes off, he follows you into the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island while he watches you search.

“They really are beautiful, Jack.” Facing him, you put the vase on the counter, grabbing scissors so you can cut their stems.

He sighs dreamily, sitting in one of the high-top chairs and folding his arms onto the counter. “So are you.”

Glancing up, you witness his love-struck state, and laugh. “You look cute like that.”

“Get ready to see me like this a lot more.” His response is natural, and true. It makes you giggle nonetheless, shaking your head. But he can’t help it, he’s infatuated with you.

“I know we drank at the restaurant, but would you want to stay for a glass? Or do you have somewhere to be?” It’s a gentle question, you don’t want to pressure him.

“I don’t have anywhere to be but here.” Jack responds, smiling. “Thank you for inviting me up, sweet pea.”

After arranging the flowers in their new home, you reach for the wine glasses and a bottle of white - one of your favorites. Jack follows you to the couch, sitting beside you, but leaving a little bit of space. He doesn’t want to seem too touchy.

His glass is accompanied by your pretty smile and timid voice, here. He takes a sip, admiring the taste before swallowing it. And when he does, you watch, his Adam's apple bobbing just slightly. He’s such an attractive man, so many things about him are just so sexy. But these are just thoughts, at least for now. You’re not the type to do anything sexual on the first date. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, you just like to take your time.

And Jack takes his time, letting you be the first one to speak.

“I…” Releasing your anxieties in one sigh, you decide to come out and say it. “I really like you, Jack.”

He smiles kindly, leaning his arm on the back of the couch. “I really like you, too, honey.”

It feels silly, saying these things. It’s like your highschoolers or something. But it’s true, you’re both smitten and there’s nothing either of you could do to deny it. Not that you’d ever want to. Between tonight and your first meeting, you’d talked quite often. Jack asked for your number tha night at the bar, and of course you gave it to him. You couldn't believe he even asked for it in the first place. But having the chance to see this man again? You couldn't turn it down.

Jack didn’t often do good morning texts, because he never knew when you woke up and he didn’t want to be the reason to wake you. But he texted throughout the day, and most times the two of you would stay up late into the night talking, so you always got a sweet goodnight. Sometimes your conversations were light and playful, other times they were deep and meaningful. But both of you knew that your connection grew tenfold when you were face-to-face with each other.

Sighing, Jack leans forward, setting his glass down. “You’re easy to like.” He says, resting back on the couch. He grins, shrugging. “What’s not to like?”

“You’re real fuckin’ charming, you know that?”

He laughs at this, your wording. “I guess I am, considering I got a date with you.”

“Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to get two.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm,” You nod, grinning flirtatiously at him.

Jack holds that smile he has, scooching a little closer to you on the couch. “Well, I’d really like that.”

When he slid toward you, his arm also moved, laying over the top edge of the couch. It makes you feel so much closer to him, like he’s caging you in. But only with one arm. He’s giving you an out, positioning himself in a way where you could move if you wanted to. But the only direction you move is toward him.

“Me too.” Your voice is quiet, breath hitching when you see his eyes drop to your lips. But yours drop, too, admiring his.

Jack reads your signals carefully, allowing himself to lean in. And you accept it, wholeheartedly and happily. The soft press of his lips makes you sigh, your eyes closing in contentment. Lifting his hand, he places it on your cheek, holding your gently. And your own rises with him, palm laying over his forearm, mouth moving against his.

Your insides are lighting up with excitement, especially when the two of you move in close. He’s pressed against you now, and you’re not shying away from it. You’re leaning into him, welcoming the repeated press of his gorgeously plush lips, tasting just a little bit of him. You can smell the wine on his breath, the cologne on his chest and neck. It makes you want him.

“You might be the handsomest man I’ve ever met.” Your breaths are a little ragged, but light.

“Handsomest?” He grins, staying close to your face. “Is that a word?”

“I don’t know.” Comes your cute giggle, shaking your head. “But it’s what you are.”

“The handsomest?”

“The handsomest.”

Pulling you into his lap now is your husband of one official year. He’s cuddling you, kissing on your face and neck and reveling in your little giggles. You chose not to drink tonight, but the two of you still had a fantastic time. Tonight was so much fun, you both enjoyed reliving your past memories in that restaurant.

“Am I still the handsomest?” He teases, tickling your side. But when you squirm away he only pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

Turning your head, you rub the tip of your nose across his. “Always.”

“Hmm,” It’s a happy hum, your husband entirely drunk on your love. “Happy anniversary, babycakes.”

Smiling brightly, you keep your head turned toward him, your foreheads touching. “Happy anniversary, baby.” Reaching up, your hand holds his face, fingers gently brushing across his skin.

“From now on, sugar,” Looking up into your eyes, you can see the swirl of eternal warmth and love that has been given to you. “It’s just you and me.”

Swallowing, you feel a bout of nerves bubble up inside you. And he notices, frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.”

#AAHHH #so who wants to guess the surprise #lol #I'm so excited #but nervous at the same time #daddy #you're mine forever #i love you #daddy whiskey #daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022 #agent daddy whiskey #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x female reader

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hinokas-abs · 11 months

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my number one flaw as a dc fan is that i’m a dc fan. my second is that i’m just a massive hater

#robin talks #every time i see someone talking about how they wanted tom king's pitch of tim being nightwing instead of the ric grayson arc.. anger #like I Understand. I Also Did Not Want The Ric Grayson Arc #but every time a bat character takes one of dick's identities i get violent #and also i do not care for tim. once again i am a Hater #but they take robin! bruce takes away Dick Grayson. like his birth name. gone for the agent 37 stuff #and for nightwing. symbolising his freedom and independence..... NO!! HANDS OFF!! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT #like i ama firm believer that no other character should be nightwing (not for a very very long time) bc of The Point #it feels redundant making it a mantle passed down like robin is now. also i just want dick to have an identity nobody will steal from him :(#anyway my toxic trait is i will never love timmy and every time someone wants for him to have taken up nightwing i get violent #like he deserves to move on from robin. 'red robin' lol but if he touches dick's name again i will stab him

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darewolfcreates · 1 year

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Splat Dare is the bane of O.R.C.A’s existence *cue increasingly ridiculous slap stick of dare imploring different ways of smuggling their sword into tests*

#splat dare bought a sword becuse the splatlands are less strict about wepond carrying and they thought it was cool #now their in a real life situation where a sword chould be used but O.R.C.A keeps confiscateing it #the only time they get to use it is in the mister grizz fight #Mister grizz: that is not a company approved wepon #Splat Dare: You're not a company approved weapon!#they get to use it like 5 times max in the fight #mostly with deflecting attacks and stabing the side of the ship to keep from falling off #my art #splatoon #splatoon art #splatoon comic #videogame comic #videogames #comic #videogame art #neo agent 3 #splatoon 3 #O.R.A.C #splatoon 3 story mode

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fazedlight · 9 months

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you know, i’m a big lena luthor apologist, and i totally get the frustration that arises from how badly kara/the superfriends treated lena in the show, and i get also that as a result when people try to write kara and alex in particular as ‘in character’ from canon that to some extent they will almost inevitably come off as tending to take lena for granted or being overly suspicious about her etc etc etc at some point and -especially- if you’re jumping off from some unspecified place in the show as a starting point.

but it is SO weird to me that someone would go into the comments of people’s fics and get upset about kara’s behaviour in fics, especially since it feels like those are the exact reasons so many fic writers (and the fic writers you’ve listed in particular) are trying to convincingly recreate or adapt the characters into fics where lena and kara DO have to talk to each other and they DO have to process all of that trauma and there is balance for the fact that they’re both flawed and that their flaws play into each other in specific ways.

at the end of the day i think lena does have a soft spot for kara and kara does tend to jump the gun, while lena was brought up to be all careful consideration and trying to be good, so yeah, a lot of the time lena ends up being the one to step up, but kara is also completely soft for lena as well, and that’s kind of just part of their dynamic and fic writers almost inevitably are trying to show growth for them both (and i think for me personally i always especially like to see kara owning what she did) that didn’t happen on the show.

i actually went back and reread the first four chapters of diat (because i’m annoying like that) and not only do we get insight into both of their perspectives, lena and kara both get space to ruminate and introspect on the previous events as the chapters progress, and i really like kind of the quiet way that a lot of their issues are naturally brought up both as their internal monologues and conversations with others and each other as a result of the narrative in a way the show never managed to do. (“i don’t need to be raised, agent danvers” made me cackle out loud.)

so that is SUCH a weird comment and especially given that as of right now lena….literally does not have time to process anything? because the world is kind of ending? i’m not sure urgently throwing her into action has anything to do with being mean to lena and being good to kara? because if she’s going to be upset about kara the world is going down with her temper tantrum and lena is just never going to do that??? :D

…flippant snark aside, i’m loving the callbacks to canon inserted throughout and how you’ve managed to make canon and the magic!lena work for the worldkillers. this would have been so much better as an introduction to magical lena, and i love when lillian gets to show up like this. i also have a particular soft spot for the question of how muddy the show is about alien-human relations (and especially the way they never address kara’s hypocrisy about kryptonite when they have dealt with several kryptonian adversaries) so i loved that (fairly early on) when kara was like but krypton would never?! that lena got to have her exasperated ‘you gotta be kidding me’ moment.

i’m definitely not doing your fic justice but i’ve already written an essay, so sorry for the extremely horrendously long-winded ask. excited for the next chapter!!!

Yesss!!! 💗💗 Part of why I adore these characters is because…. they’re both hurting, and they’re both trying to do the right thing! It just so happens that their traumas interact very badly. Kara has lost everything before, so she wants control - and has this knee-jerk reaction to the kryptonite that was really hurtful, and she lied because she’s desperate to not lose Lena like she’s lost everyone else. Meanwhile, Lena was forced as a child to adopt the Luthor credo of lying to get ahead, was betrayed over and over again… and now she’s developed her own knee-jerk reactions to being lied to.

To me, it was always clear that the thing that pushed Lena over was killing Lex, before finding out who Supergirl was. She sacrificed someone so precious to her (despite his flaws) to save the world, and very specifically to save her friends… especially Kara. Finding out that the one person she had chosen to save had deeply betrayed her (not just with the secrets, but with the spying, with the meanness) - she wanted to avoid any and all pain at that point, even if it meant brainwashing the world into being nice to each other. If she had found out before shooting Lex… well, that’s part of why I wrote No One and Nothing, and of course DIAT. (I also wrote Synthesis to show that it wasn’t just keeping secrets that set her off, it was everything else too.)

… a lot of my fics are secretly “In this essay I will-” but anyway …

I wrestle a lot with trying to stay balanced in my fics - I think stories often make sense to tell from Lena’s point of view more often, which makes it hard sometimes to show how much Kara is wrestling with her own actions. It’s one of the billion things I wonder if I’m doing right when writing. But hey, it’s a craft, over time I try more things, and I think I tell a better story than I did when I started 15 months ago. But at the end of the day, I’m still learning to write the stories I want to write.

With Lena dealing with the end of the world… I also feel like that was a very canon response for Lena to have. She was pissed during Crisis, too - and in an even worse state with the superfriends - but when the world is ending, she can put that aside for a time.

I was so nervous about magical!Lena - I know a lot of people hated that subplot in the show, it made me anxious that people might give up on the fic entirely. I’m glad you’re enjoying it! It seems to have gone over okay, which is an immense relief. (I was also nervous about Alura being a villain for a while - I suspect Alura’s arc was part of the original season 3 plan, but I wasn’t sure how it was going to go over. Honestly that’s part of why I put out ETYK first, because I wanted to make it clear that I do really love her as a character.)

Never feel sorry for a long ask! I love these!! I just may write an essay back 🤣

#you're fantastic thank you for this ask #I'm glad someone liked the “I don't need to be raised agent danvers” line!!#the alien-human relations is a mess. they lock up aliens without due process all the time but suddenly it's bad when they do it to Lord??#at least in season 4 they approach that more thoughtfully... sometimes...#I really do love interweaving canon with fics. Feels like wrestling a bear but it's so satisfying when it's done #Writing Lillian is so much fun. She has one last scene in the next chapter that was fun to write #anonymous #asks

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eorzeashan · 6 months

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Uehuehue- spoilers underneath for Rass flirts, I'm just kicking my feet over it.

Eight: You'd be a great spy. You've got everything you need to get information out of someone--charm, looks... skill...

Rass: That's all it takes, huh?

Rass: No wonder you're so good at it.

Rass: The two of us, together...maybe this'll be easier than I thought.

#7.4 spoilers #swtor #patch 7.4 #rass ordo #them making lecherous faces at each other oh they are down BADDDD #they're lucky the action happened when it did i think they wanted to tear each other's clothes off #screaming.#also pictured rass going i'm a warrior....you're a warrior....it just makes sense #rasseight #<-new tag!!!#im just. it might be odd in other circumstances for a mando and a spy to kiss but 8 is also from a similar culture. it's just good #but hooeee they're catering this time to agents

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kissingwookiees · 6 months

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one last kiss before the inevitable betrayal

#oc: rrussh #swtor #theron shan #gotta be honest the whole umbara arc feels disjointed when you're playing it with the theron romance #especially if you're anything like my imperial agent #who was like 'yeah monitor everyone. we're smoking out this mole.'#and theron is all 'thats a terrible thing you did' only to immediately forget any moral objections he had about it #and be like 'kiss me'#goofy... this time around theron mole feels like a last minute decision... oh well

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von-karmas-a-bitch · 7 months

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cell block tango but it's the ace attorney women who killed men (who deserved it to varying degrees and in some cases not at all)

#like mimi could have an EXCELLENT solo about dr turner #and you really feel for her #dahlia is the same but at some point along the way she starts to sound a little insane but it's unclear where that point is #bc one thing led to another for her and the more people she silenced the more other people she had to silence bc they knew something #and she can't seem to decide if and when she started to enjoy it but she wants you to think she enjoys it bc she wants you to be scared #bc actually SHE'S scared she is very prey animal rage #you're left unsure how to feel abt her by the end of her solo but you can't say you don't sympathise #cammy meele is there but behind the mask of haha funny sleepy girl who gets away with slacking off bc she's hot #is a woman who just wanted some quick and easy cash and planned to just do one crime one time to get rich quick #and then quit this stupid job and live comfortably for the rest of her life #thinking it wasn't THAT big a deal and it was very unlikely for her to get caught #but then it turned out this smuggling ring went way deeper than she thought #and now it's either her or the interpol agent. so she does it. she just wanted to live deliciously was it too much to ask #dee vasquez is there too of course #april may is there bc she didn't get to kill a man but boy did she want to #and then there's calisto. who fucking knows what her motivation was. does she even know? all i know is her solo is gonna be INSANE #idk what to tag this as im just gonna not im so burned out rn lmao

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 1 year

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That's so weird because my reaction to S4 finale is it was the moment that convinced me Buddie was going to be endgame. Now two seasons later and we could be heading back to that same ending for the season depending on the events of the finale leaves me doubting things ngl. The only things I'm clinging on to are the couch theory, Eddie saying that relationships with people you meet at a rescue never works, and the fact that we're being introduced to these women so late in the season. It just seems like the writers even know they're giving this the most superficial things so that they can fix what they did in early S7.

To put it bluntly it just sucks that you know if this was gonna be the final 2 episodes that instead of going towards a story they've been telling since S2 they decide to put Buck and Eddie with women we don't even know their last name or anything about them. But they got renewed and will be moving to ABC so they can do the story they wanted to tell and I imagine these women will be kicked to the curb early in S7.

Okay, I'm gonna be real honest with you. I've seen that you've sent asks to a few of my friends, all generally saying the same thing. So to see you send me this ask makes me feel like you don't really want to have a discussion and aren't looking for actual support or positivity, you just want to keep being upset and tell people until someone agrees with you and tells you that your opinion that the writers made a shitty choice etc is valid.

So, to repeat a few things my friends have said:

They have not been doing Buddie since season two. I don't know why people persist on claiming this. Buddie was never the original plan. They did not decide to have Eddie get with Buck in season two. In fact in season two they seemed kinda unsure what to do with Eddie since he wouldn't be with Maddie any longer, but they still wanted the character, and Ryan, on the show. For my money, they started exploring the possibility of Buddie and discussing it seriously in season three, and season four was when they locked that in.

Now, I don't know about you, since you're a stranger on the internet, but to me, as a writer, it is a much, much better choice for them to have taken the risk rather than cram Buddie together, for a few reasons.

One: They cannot walk it back once Buddie is together. You're telling me you wanted them to sacrifice their story's integrity to give us a rushed unsatisfying get-together? Get out of my house. Watching television is, inherently, a gamble because it means you might get your stories unfulfilled. If you can't take that risk, then leave the casino. I am willing to risk it because I want a truly satisfying get-together, not something that was rushed and therefore isn't worthy of the delicious slow burn they're building.

Two: How many times do I have to scream at everyone to consider the behind the scenes issues before people start actually listening to me? Oh, forever? Because everyone is operating in bad faith and nobody wants to actually listen? Good to know. This will be the last I say on the matter.

We do not know what behind the scenes was going on in addition to the cancellation. What if certain Fox executives weren't supportive of Buddie? You're telling me that the writers and cast and crew should have, right when they'll need new jobs, guaranteed that their last employers will talk shit about them for disobeying orders and putting two characters together that they were told not to put together?

This is purely conjecture on my part, but I have seen time after time in fandom certain cast members and certain crew members and certain writers want a ship to become canon, and others not, and I have seen the way that back and forth played out, and guess fucking what? NOBODY WANTS TO LOSE THEIR FUCKING JOB. NOBODY WANTS TO BE PREVENTED FROM HAVING ANOTHER JOB.

Now, again, that's pure conjecture, but Fox really hasn't treated OG well for a while in terms of renewal, marketing, etc. And I have never, EVER, seen a show snapped up by another network so quickly. It's always "we got cancelled!" and then a few days or weeks later it's "we were saved by another network!" ABC was ON it. This gives me hope for a lot of things, like perhaps a 22 episode season. But given Fox's lack of promotion and appreciation for OG, it wouldn't surprise me if the cast and crew wanted Buddie and some people in the network didn't, and that is why we've been delayed on Buddie going canon. And while YOU may cry viva la revolution, it's much easier to have your principles when you've got a belly full, and while it may suck creatively there is no reason to piss off your bosses right when you need them to write you a recommendation for a new job because your show got cancelled - and while I'm sure they were hopeful, given the cast's social media I do not think anyone knew until it was publicly announced that they had, indeed, been saved and gotten another season.

My point is, this is just one theory I'm pulling out of a hat like a rabbit. We do not know what other BTS stuff is going on that made them choose to delay Buddie until season seven.

Three: To go back to point one, I do not think you've seen the reactions when a ship goes canon poorly. I was there, Gandalf. I was there the day that Booth and Bones got together. I was in the trenches. It soured SO many people, including me, on the show. To quote MBMBAM: YOU DIDN'T STICK THE LANDING! YOU JUST FLIPPED IN THE AIR FOR TWENTY MINUTES!!!

Sticking the landing when getting a ship together is possibly the most important moment in the couple's story. You cannot fuck up that landing. The writers chose to take the chance on it never happening in order to stick the landing the way they wanted. If that pisses you off, FINE. But stop coming into our inboxes to say the same thing over and over again about it, because we do not agree and we are never going to agree. We are at an impasse.

Now, to move onto some other points, WHY IS EVERYONE CONVINCED THAT EDDIE WILL STILL BE WITH SOMEONE WHEN THE SEASON ENDS!? WHEN DID WE DECIDE THIS!? He could be! But holy shit he could just go on one date with her that fizzles out! We have no clue! If someone in this fandom can see into the future and knows for sure this is going to happen then give me the winning lotto numbers right this second!!! Give them to me!!!! I need to fund my world domination campaign!!!

And finally, I feel like you've answered your own concerns, here. Given that you have sent similar asks to my friends, I don't think you're actually interested in allaying those concerns, because you keep answering your own questions and repeating yourself ad naseum. I could be wrong. Again, I don't know you. But this sure seems to be the case given that you're saying to me similar stuff you've said to my friends in asks they've already answered.

But to look at your own ask, you just said why we shouldn't be worried. "It seems like the writers even know..." YES. YES, THEY DO KNOW. I would love to know who the hell decided that television shows are made by the Television Fairy who creeps into the studio at night and waves her magic wand to create all the good stuff we see on our screens while the writers sit around with their thumbs up their asses.

Let's imagine you are a showrunner and you are going into the second half of your season, and you learn that it is extremely likely this season is actually your last. You guys start negotiating quietly with other networks to move the show, while hoping against hope this is not, indeed, the end. But this means you now have, what, nine episodes? To put all your characters in a place that is, if not ideal, at least somewhat positive for your audience?

You can't start any too-major arcs. You can't end on too bad of an emotional cliffhanger. This means some things will wrap up faster. Other things will get pushed forward. And some things have to be delayed, because they might never happen, and you can't give people a third or a half of an arc. Which means that you're going to be throwing in some filler for those characters instead, and doing things differently than how you might have wanted.

I do not know how many times I have to explain this, but television is not fanfiction. When I sit down to write a fic, there's not a damn person in the world who can tell me what to do. I write the story that I want, and if someone doesn't like it, they can hit the bricks.

Television is not like that. Television is one of the biggest group projects there is. Picture the worst group project you had to do in school and then times it by ten. Welcome to the television and film industry. The fact that any film or show, even the truly awful ones, gets made is nothing short of a miracle given all the people involved and all the ways the ball can be dropped. As a show runner, you are answering to multiple executives, to the creators, to the executive producers, to your own writers' room, and to the fans. You are trying to balance what everyone tells you to do, what the fans want you to do, and what you and your (hopefully trusted) writing team want and plan to do. I could never be a show runner and while there are quite a few with whom I've got bones to pick, I cannot deny that they all do a job I would never, ever be capable of pulling off. I'd quit on day three.

So, yeah, they gave Buck a temporary girlfriend as filler, to kinda cap off his current arc if this was the end, or to provide more layers to his full arc if they got another season. If you don't like that, then that's okay. Nobody is telling you to like it. When you come into someone's inbox like this, the assumption is that you're looking to be reassured, and so that's why you're getting the responses that you are. The previous people who've answered you have been trying to reassure you and allay the concerns you seem to have.

But it seems to me like you want a more full conversation, and possibly, that you just want to rant and vent. That's fine, but find a friend for that. Join a discord server. Because when you send the same stuff over and over again to different people, all of whom give you basically the same reply, it just makes you look like a very obstinate stick in the mud who wants everyone else to join them in being upset, and people don't much like having the same conversation multiple times, or being pushed into being upset when they're not.

You might just have to agree to disagree, and move on. Find other ways to get this out of your system, because my inbox, and the inboxes of others, is not the place for your venting in circles.

Now, in spite of my firm tone, I hope you will believe me when I say that I hope you're taking care of yourself, and that you are staying safe in this scary world, and that you have a good rest of your day.

#mads answers things #pedropascale #I'm closing my inbox guys I refuse to discuss this any further #genuinely I mean this with all sincerity I think some of you need to go into the Supernatural fandom and learn about the backstage drama #because that was a BIG lesson for me as a fan in how BTS can seriously affect what you see on screen #and no I do not mean this in a shipper way #I mean this in a 'what the hell was going on during seasons six through eight' kind of way #for example all the jokes you're seeing about 'what happened last time we had a writer's strike'?#THAT'S SUPERNATURAL #DEAN WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO GO TO HELL #SAM WAS SUPPOSED TO LEAN INTO HIS DEMON POWERS AND EMBRACE THEM IN ORDER TO SAVE DEAN'S SOUL #BUT THE WRITER'S STRIKE HIT AND THEY SAID SHIT WE'RE OUTTA TIME UM. GUESS YOU'RE GOING TO HELL!!!#and then they had to GET HIM OUT OF HELL #so Sera Gamble (YUP IT WAS HER DON'T GET ME STARTED OR WE'LL BE HERE ALL DAY)#said hey what if we actually DID have angels #(previously angels were not supposed to exist. hunters were God's agents on earth. it was demons vs hunters. no angels.)#and one of those angels was sent to rescue Dean? since Heaven would be invested in this too?#(I don't know if they already had the Dean-as-Michael idea or if that came up along with the angels idea)#and so Sera Gamble created the angel Castiel #who saved the Righteous Man from Hell #AND SHOCKWAVES WERE SENT THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE POP CULTURE SPHERE #AND AN ENTIRE GENERATION OF FANDOM WAS AFFECTED BY THIS DECISION IN A DOMINO EFFECT ARGUABLY NOT SEEN SINCE AMOK TIME #I know we like the idea of our stories existing in a vacuum separate from the real world #and that our stories are told the way the writers want to tell them regardless of all else #but that is unfortunately not how it works when the story you're telling #requires millions of dollars and the involvement of dozens if not hundreds of people #we have GOT to give our creative teams some fucking grace for the realities of how their jobs operate #we must we must we must

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