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beefrobeefcal · 6 months

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Dark!Frankie Saga: III

Chapter Three: Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 2,720

Content Warning: Not smut yet (apologies), references to SA, almost SA, violence, threats of violence, crime, weight talk, eating, belly admiration, cooking

Author's Notes:

Thank you for your patience, Friendos! I promise to make it up to you for missing a week.

Once again, a gigantic and orgasmic thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for contributing ideas, being a sounding board, essentially co-writing this chapter and beta'ing this. Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜

And thank you to @theywhowriteandknowthings for their love and support.

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry. I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

Beefro’s Master List | Previous Chapter

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The next week went on like it had that first day. Will would come collect you, have you help him with bookkeeping and filing, provide lunch, and eventually deposit you back to your quarters. You had no further run ins with Pope or Frankie, but Benny would come sit with you if Will needed to step away. You were falling into a routine and making the best of it.

It was later in the afternoon, coming close to the time that Will would be telling you to wrap it up when Benny came into the office.

"Hey honey...”, he smiled at you, then quickly turned his attention to Will. “Fish’s sayin’ we’re needed.”

Will looked up at him, over his ledger he had resting in his lap on his crossed leg. “Needed?”

“Yeah. All hands on deck.”

Will swore under his breath and motioned at you. “And her?”

Benny looked at you with a nervous smile, then back to Will. “Fish wants to handle her.”

Both Will and Benny looked at you when your breath hitched in your throat. Your face and neck bloomed with a red blush, and you quickly averted your eyes back down to the stack of receipts for the bowling alley in front of you.

Will let out a soft huffing laugh and twirled his pencil in between his fingers as he watched you, and Benny looked you over sympathetically.

“Won’t have Benny here to help clean up your mess, honey.”, Will chuckled.

“He wants her in the kitchen.”, Benny added in a soft tone.

Will scoffed as he stood up. “Last thing he needs is that... Jesus...”

“Dude...”, Benny sighed, then turned to you. “Come on. I’ll help you get this put away then take you down.”

*****

After being taken to the kitchen and given a quick rundown of where everything was, Benny left you alone to sort out dinner. He gave no instructions other than to make ‘a lot’, and you assumed he meant enough for all four of the men.

Frankie had yet to arrive, but Benny had said he wouldn’t be too long. It didn’t matter. Your insides were churning; you were mentally preparing yourself for his intimidation. The way he hollered at you, the way his eyes sized you up, the way he stood so close but never touched you. You didn’t know if you were terrified of him or turned on by him... maybe it was both. Either way, you gave yourself a mental peptalk while you sorted through an old recipe book you found in the cupboard above the fridge.

Deciding that despite the unseasonably warm fall weather currently outside, you were going to make an autumnal favourite of yours – shepherd’s pie. You found all the ingredients you needed and a large casserole dish to assemble it in, and you got to work.

As you got started on peeling potatoes, you heard the door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps. You kept your back turned, wanting to seem aloof and unphased by him as long as you could manage, knowing the risk this would entail as it would either impress or enrage him.

After feeling his eyes boring into you for a few moments, you heard his footsteps move and a stool pull out. The metal stool squeaked and groaned under his weight as he sat on it, you felt his eyes on you again.

It was a battle of wills; who would break first?

After peeling and dicing the potatoes, putting them into a large pot on the stove, you began cutting up carrots and onions.

You felt his eyes on you the whole time and you refused to turn around. At this point, you would have preferred him to corner you and holler, intimidate you, make you call him Mr. Morales. Goddammit, you remembered how he looked at you when he told you want to call him - his voice pitching deeper, his eyes getting darker, his large frame dwarfing yours in more ways than one. Christ, you could feel your legs getting weak under you just thinking about it, and how he looked watching you. Were his eyes dark? Was his lip curled? Was he sitting back in the stool, resting his thick, veined arms over his middle, making his stomach more prominent, or was he leaning over the counter letting his belly hang?

But you were also nervous. What if he was glaring at you, eyes full of disdain? What if he was waiting for you to turn around so he could ridicule you, belittle you, make you feel insignificant? What if he decided you weren’t worth it and you were taking up precious space when you were of no use to him? What would he do with you? What would he do to you?

Your mind began to creep to dark places as you tried keeping your composure. Thinking about what he would do to you or what he could have someone else, like Pope, do to you made your hands tremble as your breathing became shaky. You prayed he didn’t notice, but you knew he would. He didn’t get to where he was by not being perceptive and he was watching you carefully.

Finally, after cooking the beef and other vegetables then mashing the potatoes, you could assemble the shepherd’s pie. The problem was that the casserole dish you wanted to use was on the counter directly in front of Frankie.

You debated looking for another dish but knew this was the only one that size based on when you found it in the first place. That, and where the dishes were stored still would have you facing him. You sighed to yourself and turned around.

Despite your attempt to keep your eyes aloof and away from his, as soon as you turned, you were met with Frankie looking right back at you. He was sitting forward leaning on the counter, eyes meeting yours, and his mouth in a neutral line. You must have kept his gaze for a beat too long because he raised his eyebrows in a question, but you quickly grabbed the dish and returned to your workstation.

Once you’d assembled the different layers, you put the dish in the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes. You could still feel his eyes on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around, your hands on the counter in front of you, leaning forward.

Before you could do anything further you heard Frankie breathe out and then the stool creak as he lifted himself off it. His footsteps moved towards the barracks and the door closed behind him. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

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You spent the 30 minutes the food was in the oven mindlessly cleaning the kitchen up – not just your mess, but the neglect this room had received from only being used and not cared for.

You weren’t quite done cleaning when the timer went off, but enough was done. As you pulled the casserole dish out of the oven you heard it: the door opening. Heavy foots step came towards the kitchen and you almost dropped the dish.

Placing the dish on the stove top, you refused to look up at him, instead looking for a serving utensil and a plate for him. You waited for the creak of the metal stool, but nothing came. After finding what you were looking for, you finally turned and found him standing at the door of the kitchen, watching you.

He looked down at the casserole dish then back at you; his eyes dragged up your body, lingering at your chest then back up to your face. He smirked and huffed a cold laugh, then moved towards the two-person table in the kitchen and sat down. It dawned on you that he was waiting for you to serve him, to bring him his dinner.

If it wasn’t for the fact that that having his full attention made you wet, you would have scoffed at his audacity. Instead, you plated a serving and brought the food to the table and placed it in front of him. As he picked up the fork and took a bite, you turned, heading back to the kitchen.

“Bring the rest.”

You jumped at his voice, then looked back at him, noting he’d consumed a good chuck of his food already.

“M – Mr. Morales… it’s dinner for every – “

"Fuck’em!”, he snarled. “They can have ramen. You feed me, honey.", he grunted as he shoveled another forkful into his mouth.

Your core grew hot, and your face flushed at his command. You grabbed the dish, brought it to the table and loaded up his plate again. Once his plate was loaded, he tugged you closer to him, pulling you onto the chair next to him. You felt your body catch on fire as his eyes raked over you again. He let go of your wrist and picked up his fork to eat.

As he ate, he would periodically look up with a slight grin and make sure you were still seated and watching him, like he wanted you to know he was enjoying what you prepared for him.

“Tell me, honey…”, he said between mouthfuls. “Will being good to you?”

“He’s been decent. Quiet. Only speaks to me when he needs to.” You withheld telling him about the clear annoyance Will harbored against you, apparent in every glace he shot your way.

A small smile blooms on his face and he huffs a laugh. “Sounds about right.” He takes another bite and after he swallows it, he continues. “And Benny. He seems to be treating you good. Anyone else causing issues? Anyone touch you, honey?”

“Other than you? No.”, you said flatly, not realizing the mistake of your candor.

He looked up at you, fork suspended with a warning eyebrow raised at your tone. You felt yourself shrink under his stern gaze, and you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him.

“Sorry. I - I meant… no one other than you, Mr. Morales.” Your voice was small and pathetic, but under that glare, you had no other way of getting your voice out.

“That’s better, baby…”, he said in a lower voice, his eyes going back down to his plate of food as he took a mouthful. “Mind your manners with me. Last warning.”

“Yes, sir.”

He gave you a small nod and ate a few more forkfuls in silence before talking again.

“You don’t have anything to say to me? No questions, honey?”

You stared at him, debating asking the question that you wake with and fall asleep to chanting in your mind. You didn’t want to anger him… or did you?

“How… How long am I going to… be here, Mr. Morales?”

He didn’t look up at you. Instead, he reached across the table for a napkin, and he wiped his face.

“You ready to leave so soon?”, he said with a smirk. When he saw that you were looking back at him nervously, he chuckled and licked his lips.

“Baby, you’re here until your brother’s debt is paid.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he raised a finger to silence you.

“And how long that will be… not sure yet, honey.” He smiled and picked up his fork again.

*****

The casserole dish was empty, and you stared at his empty plate. Frankie sat back, toothpick in his mouth as he stifled a burp. He’d eaten the whole thing, and the swell of his stomach was proof. Swell was putting it mildly. His belly was pulling the buttons of his bowling shirt to the max, and his belt was digging into his waist.

He shifted with a wince in his chair, trying to get comfortable. Taking that as your cue, you stood up and began to clear the dishes when he grabbed your wrist again.

“Honey… no.”, he said in an unnervingly soft voice. “No, sweetheart. That can wait. Benny’ll handle it.”

He released the grip, but kept his fingers on your arm, gently touching your skin. At the involuntary goosebumps he drew out of you under his touch, he gave you a lopsided grin while keeping eye contact. He then moved his hand down to adjust his belt, even though it didn't budge under the weight of his belly. You watched his big hand wiggle the belt and adjust himself over his worn jeans.

“Need your help, honey.” He spoke in that unnervingly quiet voice.

“Yes, Mr. Morales?”

He chuckled and gave you a menacing grin. “Help me to my room, baby.”

Your blood froze in your veins. Despite how hot he made you, you didn’t want this. Not like this. You hesitated.

The grip on your wrist returned, even firmer; his large hands enveloping your arm. An ounce more of pressure and he could probably snap your wrist, no issue, and you looked at him, eyes wide and breath quick. His eyes darted to your heaving chest then back to your face, and his eyebrow, once again, raised in warning.

Maybe this was part of the debt you were paying for your brother. Letting this goliath of a man turn you into a hole he can abuse at his leisure. Your mind raced, and you worried that you’d underestimated Frankie and what he was truly capable of doing to you with no repercussions.

You nodded quickly, feeling your body begin to tremble. His glare never broke from you, but his hold relaxed. He gave you a curt nod and put his hand on the table to steady himself as he used his grip on you to hoist himself out of the chair. If you thought his belly was impressive before he ate, you were astounded at it now that it was full. A dinner for four full-grown men sat heavy in his middle, and his shirt pulled tight across it. He groaned once he stood up and pulled you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and encasing you against his side.

“That was good, honey. Shit… you might actually be useful.”, he grunted as you walked with him to the door to the barracks.

Once in the hallway, you tried to put some distance, even a fraction more, between you and Frankie, but he held you firm against his side. His body pressed against yours as he unrelentingly guided you towards his room. His scent was overwhelming you; sandalwood, clean laundry, his natural musk all rolled together and forcing itself into your memory banks. Your body once again trembled, but also were losing your resolve to fight this. Your mind reeled at the seesaw of wanting and not wanting what he was going to do to you.

As you approached his door, he stopped at yours and opened it. You stood next to him, not sure what to do. He moved around to face you, keeping a grip on your shoulder.

“Just too fucking pretty…”, he crooned lowly to himself, his free hand coming up to gently touch your jaw.

You were staring right into his eyes and suddenly, any and all softness and warmth disappeared, replaced by a cold, hard, menacing stare. He gripped your jaw hard.

“You ever hesitate when I tell you to do something again, I’ll fuck that pretty mouth yours till your teeth break. Is that understood?”

Your breath came out in short, labored pants through your nose, and you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Say it.”, he growled.

“I… I w-won’t hes - hesitate again, Mr. Mor-Morales.”, you sputtered out, whole body shaking.

He huffed and tightened his jaw. Eyeing you one more time before shoving you into your room and slamming the door.

You stumbled in and heard his door open and slam as you stood in the dark of your room alone. You listened and heard the dampened sounds of him grunting and groaning as he flopped hard onto his bed.

You didn’t even bother turning your lights on as you crawled into your bed. You fucked yourself with your fingers, his furious “Mind your manners with me” playing over and over until you came, biting on your pillow to muffle your whimpers and you calling out his name.

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h3smoremyselfthaniam · 3 months

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"Agatha, is he with you?"

"Hello all, Miss. Galatea has set up a 'tumblr' for me. I wonder how many of you are out there" - Mr. Neville Linton

General info!:

Mr. Linton's full name is Neville Linton and his title is “The Groom”

His character day is the 14th of August.

He is a hunter.

If you remember his name being Thomas at one point, I changed it you aren't remembering wrong

Abilities/Backstory!:

(this character is still very bare bones but I wanna start the blog now because if I keep putting it off I’ll never do it. I’ll reblog this post again every time more lore/abilities/general info is added to it!)

[Backstory coming soon]

[More abilities coming soon]

Inconsolable sadness- The Groom will wail audibly and uncontrollably, calling out for his lover and his daughter, during matches, making it very easy for a survivor to tell when he is nearby. This makes him unable to rely on stealth, meaning that the hypothetical player would have to get creative when playing him.

Rules/Boundaries/Guidelines from the mod (can and probably will be updated):

1. as long as you're okay with them not being mentioned in his canon story, you can ship Nevi with other characters (OC or canon) if you want to, go wild.

2. The mod of this blog is 16-years-old, so don’t send NSFW things here, literally for your own sake lmao.

3. Feel free to send asks about crossovers, au’s, magic anons, pretty much anything that I haven’t explicitly said I don’t want.

4. Don’t follow me if you’re a TERF or exclude asexual and aromantic people from the community, I will find out and I will block you.

5. Mod is autistic and has very bad anxiety, sorry if I’m terrible at interacting with people especially at first </33.

6. Follows and likes will come from my main, @rain-candy-u

#another important note is that while I do like it I'm not entirely happy with Thomas' design yet so consider his pfp a beta design #it feels like there's something missing with it but idk what that thing is so I'm currently brainstorming #send me asks pspspspspspsp #I'm excited to interact with people #idv askblog #identity v askblog #idv oc #identity v oc #id5 oc #id5 askblog

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scotianostra · 5 months

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On December 1st 2010 an "unprecedented" snowfall and freeze brought Scotland to a standstill.

Across the country temperatures plunged the lowest being -16 in the Highlands and the Forth Road Bridge was closed to traffic for the first time in it's history. Several councils closed all their schools meaning a welcome day off for over 250,000 pupils across the country. The lowest minimum temperature was -21.3C at Altnaharra on December 2nd!

Glasgow and Dundee were among the areas to introduce blanket school closures as well as all state schools in Midlothian, West Lothian and East Lothian. East Coast train services were severely affected with no services going to or from Inverness or Aberdeen from Edinburgh, a reduced service between Glasgow and Edinburgh and services cancelled on the Larkhall-Hamilton to Glasgow line.

BP announced it was causing delays on deliveries from the Grangemouth terminal to its petrol stations across Scotland.

It wasn't all doom and gloom though, Cairngorm, Glenshee and the Lecht said they had lots of fresh snow, while the Nevis Range was due to open with its earlier start to a season for 13 years. Some people took advatage of Lochs freezing over including Lochwinnoch in Renfrewshire, and Lake of Menteith in the Trossachs.

A further heavy snowfall on December 6th added to the chaos, South Lanarkshire Council put up about 200 people on the Monday night in their banqueting hall, including a party of pensioners from Blackpool who had been travelling to Arrochar, two Yorkshire businessmen and an OAP in a hypothermic state who had walked from Coatbridge and had been found in Almada Street in Hamilton.

The period from 9 to 15 December saw milder and quieter conditions with a gradual thaw of lying snow. However, a second spell of severe weather began on Thursday 16 December as very cold Arctic air pushed down through the country and it remained bitterly cold until Boxing Day, with day time temperatures again failing to rise above freezing and very severe frosts. While there was little further snowfall, lying snow remained until 26 to 27 December.

Overall, the prolonged freezing conditions resulted in an exceptionally cold December resulting in: the coldest December in the last 100 years

By the New Year a thaw had begun, and there was no recurrence of the extreme conditions for the remainder of the winter. There was some snowfall in early January, and there was an anticyclonic spell at the end of the month that brought some cold, frosty days. February was above average in temperature and ended on a mild note, although the snow returned in much of Scotland during March.

#scotland #scottish #history #weather #adverse weather #winter

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yr-obedt-cicero · 1 year

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You mention in a reblog that it would have been very easy for Hamilton's family-in-law and enemies to discover his real birthdate. Genuinely, though - how? Records, if they were accurate or even kept, were inaccessible to them. Hamilton's West Indies contacts were all clearly muddled about his birth year (given the many contradictory answers - and frankly, I wouldn't know off hand when many of my close friends were born either). Surely his lying about it would have been trivially easy?

I hadn't meant by records, seeing as how we struggle to this day to find any concrete records of Hamilton's true birthyear. But yeah, his contacts. A good, but small, handful of Hamilton's associates from the West Indies were also located at New York, or the Colonies in general—And others at least remained in contact with him or his family. To name a few, Hamilton's father and cousin, Anne Mitchell, remained in contact with him, and Anne even visited and wrote to Eliza after his death. We have scarce surviving correspondence between Hamilton and his father, but if he was planning to let him move to NYC to live with them; it can be speculated that Eliza may have written a few letters to him, or he sent his own to others in New York.

Or the can of worms Edward Stevens' offers, he was Hamilton's boyhood best friend from St. Croix, and attended King's College where they attended the same class club and had shared some of the same friends, Nichoals Fish, Robert Troup, etc. If there was one person who we had to trust to know Hamilton's birthyear out of the surviving relatives or friends he had at the time, it would have likely been Stevens. Stevens's brother-in-law, James Yard, knew a good amount about Hamilton and his childhood considering later he was able to provide information for Timothy Pickering, who was planning to write a biography about Hamilton. The same one that mentions the possibility of Thomas Stevens being Hamilton's real father. Additionally, there is the Kortright family; Monroe's wife, Elizabeth Kortright Monroe, was a cousin of Hester Kortright Amory, Stevens's wife. And Elizabeth K. Monroe's uncle was one of Hamilton's employers from the Island, Cornelius Kortright, who worked with Nicholas Cruger. He helped handle Hamilton's financial dealings when he first made it to the Colonies. With all this being said, I highly doubt everyone was just keeping this a secret. Especially with their close relations to James Monroe, one of Hamilton's rivals, who could have easily used it against him.

And going back to Cruger, he would have definitely known Hamilton's contrasting age considering he was his employer at the Cruger Counting house. He also moved back to New York and saw Hamilton again, even once there were rumors spreading by the press that Hamilton could become governor with him as lieutenant governor in 1795. Catharine Church, the eldest Church daughter, married Bertram Peter Cruger, Cruger's son.

And all of Hamilton's associates from the Colonies roughly followed the 1757 belief. But you are right saying; “and frankly, I wouldn't know off hand when many of my close friends were born either.” Because as @46ten as recently added on, we are putting way too much emphasis on a birth year than what those of that day would. We value birth dates more strongly than when even as recently as a century ago, we did not. Today birth dates are now widely used for identification, but back when containing written documents was more of a hassle (As finding documents from Nevis has proven), not many were inclined to do such. In a day in age, where many families didn't even celebrate birthdays often, it wasn't much more than a passing thought for most. There is even a humorous story of Eliza forgetting JCH's birthday when he was young;

John is as industrious as usual and this Evening has ascertained that he is not more than twelve last August. I had thought him to have been thirteen but he is not more than twelve.

Elizabeth Hamilton to Philip Schuyler, [1804]

So, not only is it likely Hamilton wasn't even sure of his own birth year, but it wasn't a large deal back then. Does that mean it never would have been brought up? No, and I'm sure with all the previously mentioned close ties to Hamilton's in-laws and rivals, something would have noticeably not connected if so. And I doubt this many people were just in on Hamilton's whole facade. But it seems like a bunch of worthless mental gymnastics and risky lie for Hamilton to maintain for nearly 30+ years of his life, especially when many were out looking for anything to use against him.

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skippyv20 · 4 months

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When you think yourself far superior to the Queen of Great Britain, Northern Ireland, Antigua and Barbuda, Australia, the Bahamas, Belize, Canada, Grenada, Jamaica, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, St. Kitts and Nevis, St. Lucia, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, the Solomon Islands and Tuvalu - you don’t fit.

Indeed! Thank you, I have added to Part 2.😂😂😂😂😂

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effanineffableposts · 4 months

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dude drop ur nations of the world by yakko warner verse

[this verse follows the original song, which concludes on "Fiji, Australia, Sudan". Like the original song, it also messes with pronunciation + total accuracy in some places for the sake of rhyme. This was written in 2019.]

São Tomé and Príncipe, then Timor-Leste, Wales, and then Vanuatu, North and South Korea, all of Micronesia, Kiribati and Tuvalu. Grenadines, Grenada, St. Vincent, St. Lucia, Mauritius, Burkina Faso, St. Kitts and Nevis, Antigua Barbuda, Seychelles, and then San Marino. Marshall Islands, the United Arab Emirates, C.A.R., Equatorial Guinea, Singapore, the U.K., the Congo, Trinidad, Comoros, Vatican City.

[this next verse is a modified version of the one Rob Paulsen performs in this video "Rob Paulsen The Countries of the World song! UPDATED 2017", mostly adding in even more countries to remove pauses]

Montenegro, and Bosnia Herzegovina, the Soviet Union is gone, South Africa, Georgia, Moldovia, Latvia, Belarus. Azerbaijan. Uzbekistan, South Sudan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Then there’s Tajikistan too, Dominica, Pakistan, Nauru, Turkmenistan, Armenia, Tonga, Palau. Lithuania, Serbia, Kosovo, Maldives, Samoa, the Balkans, Brunei, Macau and Crimea, then Eritrea— Ukraine and Estonia, North Macedonia, New Caledonia, Croatia, Slovenia, Ivory Coast and Cape Verde, Andorra, the Solomon Islands— good-bye, GOOD-BYE!

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curiositasmundi · 9 months

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La realtà esige che si dica anche questo: la vita continua. Continua a Canne e Borodino e a Kosovo Polje e a Guernica. C’è un distributore di benzina nella piazza di Gerico, ci sono panchine dipinte di fresco sotto la Montagna Bianca. Lettere vanno e vengono tra Pearl Harbour e Hastings, un furgone di mobili transita sotto l’occhio del leone di Cheronea, e ai frutteti in fiore intorno a Verdun si avvicina il fronte atmosferico. C’è tanto Tutto che il Nulla è davvero ben celato. Dagli yacht ormeggiati ad Anzio arriva la musica e le coppie danzano sui ponti al sole. Talmente tanto accade di continuo che deve accadere dappertutto. Dove non è rimasta pietra su pietra, c’è un carretto di gelati assediato dai bambini. Dov’era Hiroshima c’è ancora Hiroshima e si producono molte cose d’uso quotidiano. Questo orribile mondo non è privo di grazie, non è senza mattini per cui valga la pena svegliarsi. Sui campi di Maciejowice l’erba è verde e sull’erba, come è normale sull’erba, una rugiada trasparente. Forse non ci sono campi se non di battaglia, quelli ancora ricordati, quelli già dimenticati, boschi di betulle e boschi di cedri, nevi e nebbie, paludi iridescenti e forre di nera sconfitta, dove per un bisogno impellente ci si accuccia dietro a un cespuglio. Qual è la morale? – forse nessuna. Di certo c’è solo il sangue che scorre e si rapprende e, come sempre, fiumi, nuvole. Sui valichi tragici il vento porta via i cappelli e non c’è niente da fare – lo spettacolo ci diverte.

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p-redux · 6 months

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Waking up to a ton of DMs and Anons alerting me to Sam Heughan posting an OBVIOUS LATERGRAM of him having vacationed on the island of Nevis. Thanks, Team, really appreciate you! Let's dive right in!

Earlier today, Sam posted this to his Instagram stories. It gives his location away, so it is FOR SURE a latergram, and he is no longer there. He would never let anyone know exactly where he is in real time. 👇

BUT, this pic didn't take itself and isn't a selfie from the back hahaha, and there is only ONE beach lounger next to him. Soooo, it's safe to say he wasn't alone and I can't imagine this wasn't a vacation with a lady friend. WHO is the question. 👇

He was very tanned when he pretaped the Kelly Clarkson Show, so he had already gone to Nevis when he taped this. 👇

Now remember when a couple of weeks ago I got this Anon saying they'd heard Sam was in the Bahamas and if "we see him with a nice tan," we'll know why? Look at the date of when I posted that--a couple of weeks ago. At the time, I thought the Anon was full of crap, but now I wonder if they did know something, but just got the wrong island. 👇

Nevis isn't the Bahamas but it's still an island, so maybe Anon just got the location wrong, but she did foreshadow him making an appearance with a tan. 👇

But Sam is no longer there because my longtime trusted source confirmed he was seen at JFK Airport on Oct. 22 headed to Edinburgh, like I posted a couple of days ago. 👇

And I added more info in this post. 👇

And then another Tumblr acct ALSO confirmed he'd been seen by an Instagram influencer at the airport lounge on the same date. The blogger left the comments in this post of mine. 👇

Here are the screencaps of the comments on someone other than my source ALSO stating Sam was at the airport on the same date--October 22, 2023. 👇

Soooooo, Sam went to Nevis a couple of weeks ago, with WHOM is the question. These are latergram pics for sure. And I got the source scoop that he flew from NY to Edinburgh on Oct. 22. He may not be there anymore but he was CONFIRMED heading there by my source and backed up by the IG influencer.

I'm running late for work, so please accept this as a blanket thanks to everyone who DMed me and I'll answer you individually when I get a break.

Happy Hump Day, everyone!

#samheughan #sam heughan #nevis #shannon ford #influencer #source #sources #jfk #jfk airport #bahamas #newyork #new york #edinburgh

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luhafraser · 6 months

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And where were the sources of one, and the resources of the other, that did not announce this trip? Huh? Apparently, no one has a crystal ball here... 😜🤣

And it will be as always... He tagged ad, he probably wants to add Gin to the hotel's drinks menu?! 😜🤣 Could "anything" more come? Yeah... But, at this moment, I only see us, shippers, associating this trip with Caitríona (the FS Nevis is very visited by families and has all the facilities for them), an anti/hater side will say that he was alone or working on a new project (who knows?!), the anti/anti side will find any blonde model who was there to say that she was with Sam, and the gay side will insinuate that Sam was there with some man.

Well... Just another day in paradise this fandom! 😜🤣

#sam heughan #outlander #caitriona balfe #instagram #outlander fandom

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nevis-the-skeleton · 9 months

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Hi Nevis :D

I found your Transformers story requests on AO3. And I thought I may as well give it a go and give you a prompt (this is my first ever prompt by the way).

I am slightly worried that you might find it a bit intimidating by its sheer length. But then again, you can just pick apart the bits that resonate with you.

My favorite Prime character is Knockout, and to be fair, a lot of his and Starscream's character development is intertwined.

Without further ado:

Episode 11 'Speed Metal' and future episodes

'What if' when Knockout was lining up on the dirt race track in the episode intro, another rather flashy illustrious, Mustang pulls up besides him. The door on the window lowers, a pale skinned woman with jet black hair pops a gum bubble as her scrutinizing gaze devours his entire frame. A smirk begins to creep up the side of her mouth and then into a full blown out grin, she whistles and then states, "Man, those are some seriously sexy steel belted radials. I'm diggin the gold trim too, brings out a fine contrast to that cherry red sheen."

Knockout in all of his astonishing vanity and pride, is hapless but to reply, " Dhow, why thank you! I believe there is no such thing as to over in gross in the finer detailing of my esteem- my car's esteemed, appearance." The woman's grin appears to widen again.

Let the race begin.

Together, they tear up that dirt track like hellfire. An intricate dance that no other competitor can compete with, they are essentially, left in their dust. Not only can that human dish out a fine complement, but she can also drive too! This is far too exciting! There is no foul play, there is, just only skill. Dedication of their whole lives to the craft of driving. It is, simply beautiful.

Knockout engages his turbo on the final bend to the finish line, he catches her off guard with his sudden burst of speed and takes the lead. A cherry red blur crosses the finish line first. She pulls up besides him after crossings the finish line second and congratulates him on his pristine driving ability. He begrudgingly admits that she's the finest driver he's encountered (on this mud ball). They part ways after a few more praises to the flashy finishes of the others car.

In subsequent future races, Knockout is astonished and yet bemused that she turns up in her car for every other race. The two grow to become familiar acquaintances and develop an exceptional rivalry on the racetrack.

Starscream notices Knockout's increasing absence on the Nemesis and discovers his little covert frolicking with the humans. Especially with Knockouts' 'human femme'. He despises this, and sets out to make it his personal mission to separate Knockout from this human and ruin her racing career.

This however, with each attempt, always manages to spectacularly backfire on him. Instead of separating Knockout and the human, his actions only helped to draw them closer together and allow them to develop a strengthening friendship.

I also give you permission to use my Tumblr name, being anonymous or not really doesn't bother me.

Hope I have an intimidated you too much 😅.

Good luck darling

galbrandy xx

Interesting ^^! I prefer to warn that it will not be a ship, because I do not do Transformers x Human, but I see a friendship between the two X). I'm also thinking of adding Soundwave to Starscream's schemes, because surely he too preferred KnockOut to do his job, rather than spending his time with this human XD. Thank you for your request ^^!

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KnockOut loved racing, he found it much more rewarding and exciting than his job as a doctor. He didn't hate his job, of course, but he still had a preference, a much more forbidden one.

The sports car didn't see why he would waste his time doing something he wasn't interested in, especially since Megatron's coma. Everything was in constant tension, especially with Soundwave and Starscream constantly arguing over whether to unplug the leader of the Decepticons or not.

Well, arguing was a big word, since the Communications Commander never had much to say to convince the Seeker not to. Basically, even if the jet didn't admit it, he was listening to the spy plane. And that surely more than he listened to Megatron.

The red robot was on the starting track, ready to start, then he saw a new vehicle arrive, a royal blue and yellow car. He had researched about earthling vehicles, and easily recognized that it was a Ford Mustang. Very good choice of vehicle.

The car pulled into the starting track beside him, and KnockOut saw the window roll down. The woman behind the wheel popped her chewing gum, before smiling. She brushed a lock of her black hair away from her eyes, and peered at the Decepticon, then whistled in admiration. The Velocitronian moved his rear-view mirror to better see the human who had whistled at him, and the latter's smile widened, before she declared:

"Dude! That's a fucking good car! I see you have good taste! Good choice of paint too! Gold and red is always a great mix!"

The doctor huffed a laugh, and was not insensitive to the compliment. He decided to answer this human, who deserved his attention a little more than the other pitiful members of her species.

"Well thank you! But I still think it's rude of you to scrutinize my appeara – the appearance of my car!"

This amused the human who laughed in turn. The flag was soon raised, and everyone started revving their engines, ready to win this race! The Decepticon laughed at these pathetic beings, who didn't stand a chance against him anyway. Let the race begin!

KnockOut wasted no time in overtaking the others, and laughed at his more than easy victory, when he heard the loud sound of an engine rumbling behind him. He moved his rear view mirror to see the Ford Mustang following close behind.

The woman quickly came up to him, the two following each other around the bends, heaving the road in a torrent of dust and sand! The Velocitronian felt the feeling of real racing welling up inside him, as it was the first time in a long time that he had found a real opponent. It seemed to him that the great desert plains of Velocitron were redrawn in the clouds of sand, bringing KnockOut back to lost times.

It didn't take long for the finish line to appear, and the Decepticon revved up, drifting around the final corner. The human gave a start of surprise and admiration, and could do nothing to prevent the Aston Martin from crossing the finish line.

The woman approached, and parked next to him, before opening her window. She looked a little disappointed, probably because of her second place, but her gaze was also shining with admiration and respect. She sincerely applauds KnockOut, before saying:

“Wow! You are awesome! I rarely see drivers like you! You were clearly born for this!

- You're not bad either. answered the doctor. You're one of the best drivers I've met since I've been here!

- It's a pleasure!"

The human smiled defiantly, then said:

"Watch out for your beautiful finish, because the next time we see you will eat my dust!

- That's what we are going to see!" smiled the Velocitronian.

The two soon separated, and the Decepticon already wanted to meet her again for a race.

Time passed, and it wasn't long before KnockOut's wish came true. The human and he saw each other often in underground races, their rivalry growing with each victory of one and the other. The red robot was not ashamed to consider her a friend, because she was the only one who allowed him to have fun on the road.

The doctor grew increasingly absent on the Nemesis, and it didn't take long for Starscream to notice. The Seeker was quick to confront Breakdown for answers, but even KnockOut's partner didn't know where that cursed doctor was spending his nights.

The jet took him in tail, and was more than perplexed when he saw him taking the ground bridge for coordinates that had no interest. Starscream frowned in confusion, really not understanding KnockOut's behavior.

“< Weird… >”

The Seeker jumped with a scream, before quickly spinning around to face Soundwave. The Communications Commander just tilted his head gently, as Laserbeak hovered above him.

"Primus… Soundwave… You can't appear like that behind people… I already told you that…" the jet stammered, putting a hand on his chest.

The spy plane drew a smiley face on his visor, feigning an innocent look. Starscream sighed, but wasn't particularly upset, it was impossible to get upset against Soundwave anyway. The Seeker quickly focused on their current problem, and crossed his arms as he looked at the ground bridge, before saying:

"Send Laserbeak, I want to know what is so important to KnockOut that he ignores his medical duties!"

The Communications Commander nodded, before opening a ground bridge on the same coordinates, and signaling his minicon to accomplish his mission.

KnockOut won the race again, and laughed in his victory, before exclaiming:

"That's 10 for me, and 8 for you!

- No way! defended the woman. It's 9 for me, you forget our friendly run, you literally saw the aft of my car the whole way!

- How vulgar you are!

- How weird you are!"

The two laugh together, then the Decepticon asked :

“By the way, I would like to know.

- Yeah?

- What is your name?

- My name?

- Yep.

- Why would I tell you?

- Why not?

- I don't even know what you look like, you never get out of your vehicle when we see each other.

- I like to keep my anonymity.

- Pffrr!"

The human laughed, before huffing, and sitting down on the hood of her car. She gazed for a time at the stars, seeing a large bird piercing the clouds, before returning her gaze to her running mate.

“If you want to remain anonymous, I don't see why I shouldn't.

- Oh ! Come on!

- Nope! Unless you give me your name!

- It's KO.

- That's not a name!

- It's a nickname!

- Ah! The agreement is not fulfilled, I don't give you my first name!

- Come on! I'm not gonna call you "Hey" every time we see each other.

- Hm… True!

- Ah!

- In any case, I will not give you my real name.

- Rho…!"

The woman laughed, then got back into her car, before KnockOut called out to her:

“Wait, how do I call you then?!

- You can call me Liberty!"

Starscream raised his wings in anger as he stared through the screen at what Laserbeak was seeing. He banged hard on the operating table of the computer, and cried out:

"So that's what he does instead of his fragging job?!"

Soundwave took the jet's hand away from the machine, shaking his head, indicating that he wanted the hardware to work. The Seeker sighed in annoyance, but it was mainly against KnockOut. This idiot was wasting his time befriending a human, instead of doing his job! There was reason to be angry!

“There's no way I'm letting this go! I have every intention of keeping him away from that accursed human! declared the flyer.

- < Proposal > < . >"

Starscream turned his attention to the Communications Commander, while the latter displayed the image of the human that Laserbeak had photographed, before displaying a cross on her.

The Seeker smiled, easily understanding the idea of the spy plane. He nodded vigorously, flapping his wings. He quickly thought of a plan, and wasted no time in coming up with one.

“You are right, Soundwave! The best way to get KnockOut to stop messing around is to get rid of that human! I also intend to make him give up the urge to continue these stupid races!"

When the sports car arrived at the new race, he quickly noticed that the atmosphere was strange. He greeted a few drivers, who all stayed in their vehicles, and who didn't even deny answering him.

The doctor thought that they were particularly rude, and that he was going to be happy to humiliate them on the track. We were not disrespectful at KnockOut without taking the risk of tasting bitter defeat!

He found the mood really heavy, but it quickly lightened when Liberty stopped beside him. The brunette opened her window, and made a sign to the Velocitronian, before exclaiming:

“Hey! Hello, KO!

- Liberty, hi!

- Ready to eat my dust?!

- Talk for you!

- That's what we're going to see!"

The human popped her chewing gum in warning, before an arrogant but no less endearing smile appeared on her face. She revved her engine as the countdown ticked down, and she was the first to go!

KnockOut followed her not far behind, when he noticed the drivers behind them getting into a triangle formation. The Decepticon quickly sensed that something was wrong, and his doubts were confirmed when some cut out of the way, to go faster!

“Hey! This is cheating!" the Velocitronian was indignant.

A lot of things may have been allowed on the track, but certainly not going off the road. Even on Velocitron it was immediate disqualification! His Spark jumped into his spark chamber when he saw Liberty being surrounded by two vehicles, and violently jostled.

Starscream smiled, and crossed his arms, as his wings rose smugly. The main room was lit by light from the computer, which broadcast what was happening on the track, courtesy of Laserbeak. The Seeker scoffed, while Soundwave watched in silence, then the jet sneered:

“Bye, bye, vermin!"

KnockOut froze when he saw Liberty's car being pushed off the road, straight into a ravine!

"NO!" shouted the Decepticon.

He sped towards the human, and raced down the ravine with her, under the shocked gaze of Starscream and Soundwave. The Seeker tensed, and squeezed his wings, before screaming:

“What the frag is he doing?! »

The two Commanders froze when they saw the doctor begin his transformation into robot mode, and put their hands to their faces as KnockOut pulled the human out of the vehicle.

Liberty couldn't hide her shock, as she was held back by a giant robot, which had the exact same colors as KO's car. The sports car landed as best as he could, and picked himself up without a problem, before dusting himself with his free hand, complaining about his poor finish.

He quickly put the woman down, who still hadn't said anything, which made him quite uncomfortable. He scratched his head, a little embarrassed, before leaning towards her and asking:

“Uh… are you OK?"

Liberty ended up screaming in terror, which startled KnockOut, who clearly didn't expect it, even ending up being offended by the human's reaction.

"Oh ! Come on! I don't think my appearance justifies such a reaction!" the Velocitronian got a little upset.

Starscream and Soundwave had a rush of hope that this would end the ridiculous friendship between these two, and the Seeker found the strength to look at the screen again, after the disaster the doctor had caused in revealing himself.

The brunette looked around her, before laughing and running a hand through her hair, reflecting her nervousness. She took several steps, never really knowing where to go, before scanning the surroundings again, and saying:

"OK! OK! I see ! It's a hidden camera, right?!

- Would you have preferred…? KnockOut asked.

- You were a car not even five minutes ago!

- Yes and?

- And… And holy shit! What the fuck!

- Language...

- Yeah, well, you'll excuse me, but I have every reason in the world to swear! My racing buddy is a fucking robot that turns into a car!

- So, already, I'm not a robot. I'm an alien."

Liberty tried to say something, but she couldn't come up with anything coherent. She pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed heavily, before murmuring sarcastically:

“Oh yes…! It makes so much sense…!"

KnockOut raised his optics to the sky, then ended up saying:

"Besides, I saved your life, you should thank me!"

The human decided to look at the Decepticon, and found a trace of his very particular smile, before saying:

"You're right.

- Of course I'm right!"

The brunette laughed at that, and added:

"You're KO, there's no doubt!"

The two resumed a much more animated discussion and without the slightest ounce of fear on Liberty's part. The fact that the human discovered the truth about KnockOut had ultimately strengthened their bond, especially thanks to the fact that the Transformer was ready to reveal his secret to save her.

Starscream had his elbows resting on the computer desk, his head buried in his hands. Soundwave, him, could not hide his dejection at the situation, a hand resting on his forehead.

When KnockOut returned from his getaway, he didn't quite understand why his Commanders looked so dejected, but he didn't ask himself any more questions. As long as they weren't hurt, it wasn't his problem.

The doctor continued to visit Liberty, and with much more freedom. And, all of Starscream's and Soundwave's attempts to separate them always proved fruitless, often going so far as to strengthen the two riders' already stubborn friendship.

#tfp #transformers prime #starscream #transformers #maccadam #tfp starscream #knockout #knockout tfp #soundwave #soundwave tfp #request story #thanks for your request ^^!#it was funny XD #human oc #friendship #what if #sorry for the wait ^^;

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georgi-girl · 7 months

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Birthday Present for my friend @fanficwolf105. Song of the Sea starring her fankid oc Amanda.

Ironically, Song of the Sea is a better Little Mermaid sequel than the actual Little Mermaid sequel.

I call this piece "Merrows" starring:

Melody from Return to the Sea, in the role of Big Brother Ben.

Amanda, daughter of Ariel and Nani, in the role of Saoirse (pronounced Sheer-Sha) I used fanficwolf's drawing of her for the picture, and since there isn't a drawing of her as a mermaid, I added a mermaid tail.

Ariel from Return to the Sea as Bronagh. Magical sea princess who has to leave her family.

Nani Pelekai from Lilo and Stitch as Connor. Surfing Champ turned lighthouse keeper, trying to keep her ohana safe.

Experiment 489 (Huggo) as Cu the dog. I thought about using Max but decided to go with something more seaworthy.

Kobra Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch in the role of Granny. Mr. Well-Meaning social worker worried about the storms bombarding Hawaii.

Ursala from The Little Mermaid in the role of Macha, with Flotsam and Jetsom as her owls. She’s the reason for all the storms.

King Tritan from The Little Mermaid in the role of Great Seanachai. Lonely Ruler of an abandoned kingdom.

The fish women from Hercules and Xena: Battle for Mount Olympus as the Daone Sidhe. I don't know if they're sirens or sea nymphs. In this story they're sea nymphs.

Grimsby from The Little Mermaid as the Bus Driver.

David from Lilo and Stitch as Ferry Dan.

Nevy Nervine from Ava's Demon as Mac Lir. The tragic daughter of Ursala.

The story is this...

Merrows are a type of mermaid who can turn into humans with the help of magical amulets. Merrow princess Ariel fell in love with and married human Nani. Thanks to either sea magic or alien science, they both conceive babies with each other. Ariel has Melody, and three years later Nani has Amanda. But right after Nani gives birth, Ariel is called away by her father King Tritan, and must leave behind her family and transformation amulet.

Nine years later, mysterious storms and tsunamis batter islands up and down the Pacific. Melody spends her time swimming with beloved Huggo, while Amanda tries to learn more about her heritage. One night, Amanda finds Ariels' transformation amulet, puts it on, and takes her first swim through the sea as a merrow.

But the storms are getting worse, and Kobra Bubbles is in charge of evacuating the islands' children from the coast. To protect her daughters, Nani tearfully makes them leave. But Melody and Amanda sneak away from Bubbles, and while traveling to the coast, they meet a quartet of sea nymphs who sing about King Tritan's battle with sea witch Ursala and how he sent away his people in all directions under the care of his seven daughters. Hearing this, the sisters take a rowboat to sea and search for their grandfather.

At sea, they're attacked by Ursala's eels who take Amanda away. Melody drifts alone with Huggo until Tritan finds them. He explains that a hundred years ago, Ursala had a daughter named Nevy. Nevy went mad with grief after her human lover died so Ursala removed her emotions and turned her into coral. Ursala tried to turn other merrows into coral but was sealed away in an iceberg. Ursala broke out of the iceberg the same day that Amanda was born. To protect his people, King Tritan called back his daughters to lead them to safety. He can't leave his palace, but he can help Melody by giving her an amulet (the locket) so she can be a merrow too.

Melody is guided by Ariels' spirit to Ursalas' lair. Ursala is midway through stealing Amanda's emotions when Melody stops her. Melody and Amanda uncork all the bottled emotions, causing Ursala to have a breakdown. She tearfully admits she forbade Nevy from seeing her lover, and that's why Nevy was in so much pain. She promises not to hurt the other merrows if the sisters bring Nevy back to life.

They swim back to Hawaii, reunite with Nani, and sing a beautiful duet that not only raises Nevy from her coral bed, but also calls back the merrows scattered around the world. Including Ariel.

#recast meme #movie recast #birthday gift #fanficwolf105 #oc #fankid #femslash #disney nextgen #song of the sea #the little mermaid #lilo and stitch #return to the sea #ava's demon #crossover #alternate universe

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