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sungchan who’s been such a sweetheart your whole relationship until you decide that you want to break up because you’ve started to notice how absolutely insane the red flags were?? but he NEEDS you, and you need him…you just don’t know it yet. and he’ll do anything to prove that! you out of all people, knows that he’ll always get what he wants.

🎀 anon <33

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 | 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣

- Pairings: Jung Sungchan x Fem!reader

- Warnings: College!au, Established Relationship, Language, Angst, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsession, Slight Dark fic, Insecurities, Smut (+18 Minors Dni) Breeding Kink, Slight Dub/con, Daddy Kink, Car sex, Choking, Spitting, Grinding, Degradation Kink

A/N: I really liked this request so so so much. I'm not sure if I did it justice, but this was indeed very fun to write

The very ideology of commitment had always been a foreign concept in his head. Not for any self-righteous reason beyond the fact that Sungchan had just never been ‘that guy’.

For the duration of his college career, Sungchan had been all too comfortable, dedicating his time and effort to becoming the #1 draft pick, this goal being something akin to a holy grail in Sungchan's mind. He would honestly rather die than let anything beyond the court take precedence over his mind.

But now Sungchan is yours.

And your head is thrown back in a genuine guffaw aimed at the sky, as you hang on intently to every word another man is saying.

This is the very first thing Sungchan has had to see exiting the gym, with the rest of his teammates swarming around him.

Instead of waiting in the car, like you usually did, a book open on your lap while Classical music oozed out of your phone speakers, you're entertaining his teammate. Your textbook open as your explanations flow from your lips like a waterfall. Seunghan wears a permanent lopsided grin on his face as he cradles the basketball to his side, bending his tall frame down to you and your textbook.

Although you don't notice Sungchan approaching, Seunghan does. The smirk on his face is absolutely diabolical as he raises a hand robotically and waves, before nodding along to your explanations once again.

Unable to move any further, Sungchan chooses to wait out the interaction along the far wall until Anton and Sohee join him in a flurry of their usual banter.

You laugh at something Seunghan says but your eyes are still trained on your textbook. A thought, ice cold and incredibly vile strikes through Sungchan's brain at the very moment.

Maybe Sungchan just was not smart enough for you.

Perhaps that is why you were giving another boy so much of your precious time.

His frown only deepens with the birth of the vile, uncomfortable revelation. All those times he had droned on and on to you about sports, forcing you to watch highlights of basketball games while his head rested on your lap, raking your fingers aimlessly through his hair.

While he was in heaven, you were apparently in hell.

This illogical jumping to conclusions, seems, to Sungchan as your only logical excuse for entertaining another man so closely.

Sungchan does not bother to hide the grim emotions descending on him like a plague. He only leans his back firmly against the west wall, backpack hanging lazily from his broad shoulders while the rest of his teammates scatter on home. Unbeknownst to Sungchan, his face is lowered, causing a wide shadow to cast over his eyes.

"You're glaring."

He does not offer Sohee any justifiable response, choosing instead, to ignore him as he continues his blatant staring.

“What do you think they're talking about?" He asks instead, the confines of his white and orange letterman jacket feeling far too hot.

"Do you know how scary you look when you do that?" Anton snickers, "Borderline serial killer shit."

"He definitely wants to fuck her," Sungchan continues, locked in on this display in front of him. Your book is cradled to your chest now, and you're looking up at Seunghan with a small, imperceptible smile.

"He wants to fuck her, I can tell-"

"How anyone can manage to pop a boner in the presence of a Psychology textbook is beyond me..." Sohee grumbles, dribbling his ball in between his legs.

"In his own fucked up logic," Anton begins, "Sohee's right." He ignores the bewildered expression of the older boy, choosing to roll his eyes over to Sungchan as he explains, "They're probably just talking about school, like they usually do."

"Nah," Sungchan shakes his head, unconvinced, "They just finished an essay on Freud. She fucking hates Frued. Whatever they're talking about... it's not that." You would not be smiling like that if all you had to talk about was psychology. You enjoyed school, but not that much.

"Your fault for going for someone actually smarter than you."

The snicker in Sohee's tone alludes to the fact that it was somewhat of a joke and meant to be taken as one... but the tightening grip on Sungchan's backpack has Anton glaring daggers at Sohee over Sungchan's bowed head.

"B-But," Sohee injects his voice with optimism, "It's not like you don't already have that on lock."

Anton is quick to jump on to the bandwagon, "Precisely," he says, "Girls date from 100, so if she's already let you consummate the relationship-"

"Just say fuck, Anton for the love of God-" Sohee grumbles,

"-She most likely already sees you as the person she wants to spend the rest of her ride with-"

"Fuck fuck fuck, that's what people do in relationships- they fuck-"

"You're a degenerate." Anton murmurs quietly.

And while they bicker, Sungchan did not have the heart to tell them that, for your sake, he had decided to 'wait' on any intimacy because he was so intent on being the perfect boyfriend.

Your perfect boyfriend.

He had spent an embarrassing chunk of your relationship locking away any urges that arose when your kisses got too heated, refraining from stuffing his hands down your pants when you were grinding a little too heavily in between said make out sessions and stopping himself from absolutely ravaging you whenever you reprimanded him, scolded him or corrected him during your study sessions.

Sex was all Sungchan ever thought about whenever you were in his presence, but evidently, you divulge your attentions elsewhere. You did not need him. The farthest you two had ever gone was Sungchan guiding you to orgasm by the sound of his voice.

How pretty you sounded over the phone line, voice heated with lust and veneered with static as you came all over your fingers in your darkened dorm room, imagining it was his. He had uttered so many 'good girl's , so many fits of praise because it was all true. You were a good girl, and he would fight biblical forces if it meant he could preserve that.

"Nah, fuck that," Sungchan pushes himself off the wall, making his way over to you because now Seunghan has his hand on your arm, carelessly handling what did not belong to him, because regardless of the moral repercussions involved, you were his.

"What're we talking about?" Sungchan cannot forget the way your smile dims ever so slightly upon his arrival. It scribbles itself into his memoey like a traumatizing little etch-a-sketch, making his heart sink in vexation and his abdomen tightening into a knot of perhaps, maybe anger.

"Oh, hey-"

When Sungchan looks down at you, he imagines only his face as the only image reflected in your smiling eyes. You were his just as he was yours, and so it should not come off as a shock to anyone when he slyly throws his arm over your shoulder, pulling you unexpectedly into the heat of his letterman jacket.

Your frame is as solid as concrete, the smile you had once adorned now completely gone.

"Hey," Sungchan whispers to you, but he directs his attention to a smirking Seunghan. Very clearly, all too pleased at having roused his teammate.

"Seunghan just needed clarification on psycodiagnostocs," you explain, somewhat nervously, because Sungchan is splaying tiny pecks against the side of your head while never breaking eye contact with Seunghan "T-the paper we have to do on African Epistemologie-”

“I'm sure Seunghan has a tutor for that.” the arm on your shoulder is fashioned of concrete. You couldn't move out of his grip if you wanted to.

“Don't bore him with the details, babe” Sungchan says, keeping his glare stationed on a grinning Seunghan all while bending down to whisper along your ear, loud enough for Seunghan to hear.

“He still needs to work on that Euro step too-”

“Sungchan.” There is a deep tempest stirring in your tone as you glare up at him, wholly and remarkably unimpressed. Before you could complete your verbal annihilation, Seunghan raises a hand, silencing you effectively.

“I'll let you know how the test goes,” Seunghan says, rousing Sungchan more by completely ignoring him, which, evidently, was the goal. “See you around.”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

To say you were fuming would be a gross understatement. You're absolutely seething as you charge towards the only other vehicle parked in the deserted lot.

Sungchan raises his hand to block away the orange sun, settling on an uneven horizon as he strolls lazily after you, seemingly unfazed by his barbaric display of possessiveness Your hands are shaking as they latch onto the Jeep's handle, and you're barely even able to jump up into the truck before he's grasping at your hips, begrudgingly pulling you up.

“I know how to fucking work a seatbelt-”

Sungchan only snickers, before clicking in the belt, “Watch your tone,” he whispers before motioning to place a kiss on your cheek. You block it, flinching away from him and effectively causing a dark cloud to settle over his once jovial countenance.

“You were unbelievably out of line.” You begin to explain, looking deep into Sungchan's eyes as he leans into the passenger, with his arm on the car roof, effectively caging you in.

“I can't believe you did all that, knowing I need people to tutor!" You exclaim, "Knowing good and damn well that that's more money for me.”

Sungchan's eyes are lazer focused on you as he shrugs.

“You don't need his money.” Sungchan begins, furiously trying to keep his voice even, “You don't need anything from him.”

“I don't need anything from you.”

All is quiet as your words seem to haunt the atmosphere like an archaic apparition come to assert its vengeance on two unsuspecting young lovers. You are unable to know what Sungchan is thinking behind those concrete eyes, all until a smile cracks across his visage. A toothy grin that has him chuckling into the air until he's pulling back and shutting the door.

Sungchan rounds the car, head full of the weight of your words and what they essentially implied.

You did not want anything from him.

Or perhaps, you think you didn't.

Once Sungchan is behind the steering wheel, he does not move. He is only swinging his head sideways after a very agonising beat as he says. “You think I'm stupid?”

Your brows furrow, and your heart kickstarts as Sungchan sits back until his head is resting on leather headrest. His hand is stationed on your thigh, and you're not sure why, but a very stark shiver shoots down your spine, one that is not completely separated from feelings of absolute excitement.

“You don't wanna be seen with your stupid fucking boyfriend, do you?” he's not yelling, in fact his voice is perfectly normal. As gentle as the movements of his hand framing your exposed thigh and nearing the lining of your skirt with dangerous precision.

“Babe-” you shake your head, correcting yourself, “Sungchan, where is this coming from?

“You're ashamed of me,” He says, all to plainly before slotting his large hand underneath your skirt. You exhale shakily as you imperceptibly, almoat shyly open your legs further. Never had your boyfriend admistered any physical intimacy, no matter how anxiously you craved to experience his large hands on hour skin.

Did you need to get him mad to have him claim you?

Your morals and values completely dissolve as you throw your head back, allowing Sungchan's hand to delve deeper under your skirt.

“I see how it is,” he whispers, heavy eyes stationed on his hand under your skirt. The very moment the tips of his fingers brush against your soaked underwear, you're immediately grinding into his hand, hoping your desperation will transfer in your stilted movements. He watches, mesmerized.

“Do I need to be smarter for you?” He asks, mouth salivating at the sight of you grinding so heavily against his fingers. “What do I need to do better? It's almost like-” Sungchan's hand disappears from underneath your skiirt and you nearly whine at the loss of stimulation.

“It's almost like I need to get you pregnant in order to listen to me.” He whispers, seemingly to himself before dragging his gaze to you…

“Is that what you want?”

His eyes are piercing into yours as his hand slowly encircles around your throat. He's bringing you over the center console by a single grip on your esophagus, having your hips straddling his.

All in slow, calculated movements.

The rest of the world disappears as Sungchan attaches his lips to your throat, dragging your hips along the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Is that what you want, baby?” His voice is laden with lust. All his previous emotions spilling out of him in the form of sloppy, wet kisses on the side of your face. “Tell me you want me to cum deep inside you,”

A whine bleeds from your throat, immediately snapping his restraint before he's lifting you to uncover his red, leaking cock. Your eyes widen at the side of it, heart pulsing in your chest when it twitches under your palm.

“Fuck, don't look at me like that,” Sungchan murmurs before crashing his lips onto yours.

You're immediately stroking his cock as the kiss deepens, and Sungchan lifts you again, before guiding himself inside of you.

You're sinking onto his cock with bated breath, and he watches you with a pained, euphoric expression. His cock stretches your walls and you shudder as he forces himself deeper and deeper, mumermiing drunken confessions as he assumes a steady rhythm.

“ I've needed to fuck you for so fucking long, fuck,” he is already delirious as he pushes his hand under your shirt, pawing at your sensitive breast.

“F-Fuck Chan,” your eyes roll to the back of your head when Sungchan acts on an intrusive thought and forces his fingers inside your mouth.

“Open,” he practically growls before hooking his fingers inside your mouth. He drags you closer as he continues to fuck up into you with desperation and urgency. Sungchan slithers his tongue out, dragging it lazily against yours before spitting directly into your mouth, all with his fingers still flattening against your tongue.

“Fuck, you're such a slut,” He whispers breathlessly, causing your cunt to clench unimaginably tighter around his aching cock. “You like that, baby?” He asks, returning his hand to your throat. “You like being my perfect fucking slut-”

“Fuck- Daddy,” the words tumble out of your mouth, not for any other reason beyond it just feeling absolutely positively, right.

They evidently have a large effect on Sungchan because his once confident thrusts stutter into shallow motions, as of he was om the brink of cumming right then and there.

“Fuck- oh fuck, I'm so close.”

You can't even begin to explain to him that you're right there with him because your mind is so utterly consumed with pleasure. Your hands are on his shoulders, nails sinking into his letterman as your eyes go hazy with overstimulation and he watches your expression with that same, fucked out, open-mouthed expression.

“F-Fuck, you're gonna make me cum,” he whispers, “You're gonna make fucking cum inside you, baby-”

He twists your nipple, immediately causing a whine to spill from your hips, your cunt tightening around him again.

“Tell me to cum inside you-” He whispers, cock already twitching in warning, “Tell me now-fuck!”

“Please, please,” He's already spilling inside you as the words try to claw its way, out your throat, and you ascend unto your own orgasm. You scream into the stillness of the car as you push yourself down on Sungchan's stuttering hips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he murmers broken praises and affirmations.

He tells you you're so pretty.

He tells you youre body is fucking perfect.

He tells you every little thing that has your heart swelling more and more in its cage. All for the boy in front of you.

“Fuck,” he whispers, allowing his thumb to ghost over your nipple while you both breath out, absolutely breathless. “Fuck- I thought I was going to kill him-”

“Why would you wanna do that?” You whisper, “You're such an idiot sometimes, you know that?”

He only nods slolwy, a small grin spreading across his face as he keeps himself still very much inside of you.

“Now go buy me a Plan B, please.”

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Skin Deep V

Summary: GF!Tara sets her plan in motion

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, GF!Reader, GF!Tara, violence, smut.

A/N: I thought I was going to keep this chapter PG and then said naww fuck that, this is more fun. I love this diabolical little gremlin so much.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Richie is perfect. If your idea of perfect is an irritating, overly curious man-child who doesn’t shower enough. You haven’t the slightest clue what Sam sees in him.

But Sam. Boy, you have to be careful what you think about Sam. You begin to wonder what their mother must look like, watching her pace in front of your bed, worrying over Tara sitting at your side.

The Carpenter sisters really have the face card going for them.

You’re positive Tara would slit your throat just for thinking it, but her genetics must run strong. Sam is almost as gorgeous as Tara, but nothing beats the way Tara dotes on you in the hospital bed.

The irony of her fussing over you, protective and volatile about your well-being when she’s the one who put you there, is not lost on you.

She hadn’t gone full Billy Loomis; you’re still alive. But she may have gotten a bit carried away with the faux Ghostface attack. Where you were nearly surgical with your precision, Tara was more frantic with the knife. This is odd, seeing as your killing style would be considered far more brutal than hers. It’s a conversation you decide to have with her later, where there are fewer prying ears and eyes.

“I just don’t get it,” Sam says, her hands taking through her hair as she paces in your hospital room, “What does he even want with you?”

“I don’t know that motive is really his thing, Sam.” Tara mutters at your bedside, her fingers laced in yours.

“Actually,” Richie chimes in, but is quickly silenced by an identical look from the Carpenter sisters.

Sam stops pacing, narrows her eyes at you, “I can’t imagine Tara has any enemies. But you,” she gestures toward you and Tara squeezes your hand, “I’ve heard about you.”

If you had any strength in you, you’d probably scoff and roll your eyes. But the drugs being pumped into your arm and the pulling of the stitches over your kidney keep you still and silent. Tara’s jaw clenches, and her nostrils flare. You recognize the look as temperance, she’s holding on to her façade for Sam’s benefit.

Richie stands from the armchair in the corner, his eyes bright with curiosity, “What have we heard about her?”

Sam purses her lips, begins pacing again, “She has a temper and a bad reputation. I’m pretty sure she was the lead suspect before the attack.”

Tara’s restraint cracks, “So being good at rugby means she’s a deranged serial killer? Don’t forget who’s in the actual hospital bed please.”

You sigh, let your eyes flutter closed. If you can’t defend yourself, at least you know Tara will. She’s the mastermind behind the plan, after all.

Sam clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “I also heard about that fight she got into at that frat house a few weeks ago.”

Tara laughs a cold chuckle, “Did you also hear that IM the one who knocked his front tooth out?”

Sam stops in her tracks. Richie lets out a surprised laugh. She shoots him a glare and turns to Tara.

“That’s not what the frat kid says.”

Tara raises an eyebrow in a smug challenge, “I wouldn’t admit to getting knocked on my ass by me either, at least she,” she gestures toward you, “is the same size as him.”

Richie turns his mouth down with his eyebrows raised in an expression that says she’s made her point. Sam throws her hands up in frustration.

“Well, I’m staying with you until we know what’s going on.”

Tara protests with a whine. An agreed upon act to make your story more believable.

“I don’t want to hear it, Tara. Mom is never home and you’ve been attacked twice in the house.”

“Maybe she should stay with me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Tara drops your hand and runs her fingers up your arm soothingly. “It’s not the worst idea,” she says, looking up at Sam, “her parents are home at night.”

“I’m still staying,” Sam says stubbornly. She’s walking right into Tara’s expertly laid trap, and she has no idea.

“I’ll stay too,” Richie chimes in, “give you some extra manpower. Hah. Get it?”

He puts his hands up in surrender at the fuming look Sam gives him.

Tara pats your arm, “Then it’s decided. You guys stay until they catch this guy.”

You drift off into sweet unconsciousness with Tara’s hand on your arm and her voice in your ear.

——

You wake up briefly, listen to the doctors speak with your parents. They’re worried to death, naturally. Your mother looks exhausted, dark circles under her eyes. Your father looks like he could snap at any moment, tense and rigid.

Your side is cold, you notice. Tara is gone. The fact makes your chest constrict more than it should. You’re beginning to get used to having her at your side at all times. A dangerous game to play with Tara Carpenter.

As you're drifting back under, you wonder just what you mean to her. Is it a game she’s playing? Does she actually care? You don’t ponder it too long, content to drift off again.

—---

Tara doesn’t come back that night. When you wake, your room is dark, the TV playing softly. Your mother is sleeping in the chair at your side, your father in the other chair at the end of your bed.

“Where’s Tara?” You croak, your throat dry and raspy.

Your mother sits up and pats your leg, “She got released today. Her sister took her home.”

You frown, disappointed at the news. She left without saying goodbye to you.

Your mom holds your hand between hers, and you try to take the comfort she offers you. Sleep doesn’t come easy after that. You lie awake, staring at the ceiling tiles, wondering what Tara could be up to now.

—----

Tara doesn’t return the next day, either. You lounge in your hospital bed, feeling too sorry for yourself to feel restless. She doesn’t text you, or call you to give you any clue as to where she’s gone.

You finally convince your parents to go home in the late afternoon, claiming you need space and rest. You assured them you’d call the next morning to let them know how you’re doing.

It’s late when your door creaks open, the light from your muted TV the only thing illuminating the room. If you were anyone else, the door opening at that hour would send a chill down your spine. It would send fear racing up to your scalp and would have you scrambling away. But you’re not afraid of Ghostface. You’re in love with her.

And like an omen, you see that it’s Tara pushing your door open. The way your body immediately relaxes should set off alarm bells in your head. Any anxiety that was quietly sitting on your shoulders slinks off into the darkness as she makes her way around your bed and sits in the chair there, a soft smile on her lips. She wordlessly takes your hand, kisses your knuckles. She looks as relaxed as ever, confident and comfortable.

“Where were you?” You ask, trying not to sound desperate.

She raises an eyebrow, her smile twisting nefariously, “Is that insecurity, baby?”

You frown, “No.”

“Good,” she says, letting go of your hand to run her fingers up your arm, “Because that’s not a good look for you.”

Your eyes dart to the side in embarrassment, knowing she’s already clocked you. You bite at your bottom lip, frustrated. She tilts her head, her smile not leaving her face.

“Are you sure? It looks a bit like you’ve been up all night worrying about what I could be doing,” her voice is lilting, teasing. It irritates you to no end.

“Is it a crime to wonder where you are?” You bite back, sounding more childish than you'd like to.

She sighs, her voice has an edge of condescension when she says, “I was laying the groundwork for our plan, if you must know.” She caresses your cheek, her eyes soft, “I can’t have my girlfriend going to prison, now can I?”

You gulp in surprise, “Girlfriend?”

She frowns now, irritation evident in the set of her mouth, “What? Are you not my girlfriend now?”

You seize the moment of vulnerability to take her down a notch, get her back on a level playing field, “I wasn’t aware we made that commitment.”

You’re trying and failing to come off as aloof, and she sees right through you.

“Of course you were, baby. You belong to me. And I belong to you. There’s no backing out now.”

Her words make your heart feel light. You want to fight the blush rising onto your cheeks, want to wrestle back the smile curling at your lips. You fail.

She walks her pointer and middle fingers up your arm to your shoulder, her expression screaming of mischief, “Do you want me to prove it to you? Do you need me to show you?”

You know where this is going. Well, you’re not entirely sure, but you know it’s going to involve less clothing and new nail marks down your spine. You try to sit up and wince at the pulling of your stitches, dropping back down. Tara frowns and pulls your blankets back, pushing aside the gown and exposing your stomach.

“I got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

You snort, “A little?”

Something flashes in her eyes, so fast you almost miss it. But you’re paying your full attention to her, and you see it for what it is. Guilt.

You reach out, cupping her face and running your thumb over her cheekbone, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

In a rare moment of honesty, she furrows her brow, running her fingers just outside of your stitches, “It was harder than I thought it would be.”

“What was?”

“Hurting you,” she says, her face tight with a sadness you hadn’t seen in her before. “I had to be out of control, or I don’t think I could have done it.”

The revelation is shocking to you. It shakes you to your core, makes your hand tremble around her jaw. She does care, more than you thought. More than you could have known. It drives you into a confession you thought you’d die with.

“Tara?” You say, your voice cracking slightly.

She looks away from your stitches and into your eyes, searching.

You pull her close, forcing her to lean over you on the bed. Take a shaking breath, readying yourself for the truth.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

The laugh that leaves her lips isn’t cold, or dismissive. It's genuine, warm, and soft. She gingerly climbs into the bed with you, carefully sitting on your hips below your wound. She leans over you, bracing herself on either side of your body, and kisses you so softly, you think you may just turn into dust.

“I’ve never been in love,” she whispers above you, “I feel like a crazy person.”

You chuckle, tucking her hair behind her ear, “You are crazy, babe.”

She pulls back and frowns down at you, shaking her head, “Shut up. Don’t ruin this for yourself.”

All you can do is grin at her. And run your hands up her legs. And reach for her to pull her back down into another kiss. She settles her weight over you, pushing into your hips with hers. Your lips grow hurried, frantic. Your hands slide under her shirt, up her ribs, gently scratching at her skin as she rocks into you.

Her hands begin to wander, her body pushing into you. You forget where you are, lose yourself a little. When you try to sit up, a few of your stitches pop, making you hiss. Tara jumps back, remembering your injury, her hands going straight to the flower of blood spreading over your gown.

“You need to rest,” she says, trying to climb off of you.

“No!” You yelp, firmly gripping her hips, keeping her in place, “No. I’m fine.”

She cocks her head, disbelief on her face, “You pulled your stitches. We can do this when you’re better.”

You lift an eyebrow, a sly smile pulling at your lips, “I can think of another way. I don’t need to move much.”

She narrows her eyes at you, calculating your move. She tells you her answer by unbuttoning her pants, shifting and pulling them off, kicking them off the foot of the bed. She glances at the door for a fraction of a second, and you smirk.

“Scared of getting caught, Tara?” You goad her.

She clenches her jaw, her eyes narrowing again, “You’ll be lucky I don’t smother you.”

You shrug, “I think you should try.”

She fights a smile, and when she feels herself losing, she crawls up over your chest and plants her knees around your ears. Your hands immediately run up her thighs to grip her ass, your mouth watering as she hovers above you. She leans forward, gripping the headboard as you kiss the inside of her legs, your lips, and tongue racing to press into whatever piece of her you can reach.

She doesn’t lower herself down, teasing you. You run out of patience and lean up, licking a broad stripe over her, your hands roughly pulling her hips down into you. She gasps, taken by surprise, and gives in.

The sounds she makes as you work your tongue through her could send you into an early grave. Your heart is pounding, your stitches popping one by one. You can feel the wound bleeding, but you don’t care. Tara is sweet and acidic on your tongue, intoxicating. You’ve thought it once, you’ve thought it a thousand times, this is where you want to be always. Lapping at her, building her up, listening to her moan.

She can’t help herself, can’t stay tender for too long. One of her hands finds its way into the hair at the top of your head, fingers curling tight around your locks, pulling you into her. As if you could get any closer. You push your tongue inside of her, and she rocks her hips down, grinding against your jaw.

“Fuck,” she grits out, looking down at you, “fuck I love you like this.” Her voice is high, her throat tight as she rolls her body above you.

You grab her hips and lift her a little, giving yourself room to return to her clit and suck on her. It sends her into a frenzy of slurs and groans, her hand squeezing the headboard and your hair, her body shaking. Your fingers press hard into her sides, gripping her, your nails digging into her skin. Anchoring her.

She’s yours. She’d said it herself. All yours. And you drink her in like fine wine, lavishing her, enjoying every second.

Your heart rate monitor next to your bed begins to beep erratically, almost in perfect time with Tara’s moans. She lets go of your hair to shove it aside, knocking it over with a crash. You half expect nurses to come rushing in, but no one comes. It’s late, and the night shift is careless, and you’re thankful for it.

She whimpers, resting her head on the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open. You suck hard, chasing the high of watching her cum. You’re rewarded with exactly that, moments later. She shivers, sitting up, her legs shaking. She wraps both hands around your head, cumming on your tongue, slicking over your chin, and dripping down your jaw. It’s celestial. Sublime.

With one final, shaking thrust, she falls over, her knees leaving your ears as she crawls back down. She shivers, wrapping herself into your side and pulling the blanket over you both. You wrap your arm around her, pulling her into you. She presses a kiss into your neck, her breathing stilted and fast. You turn your head and kiss her, smiling as she groans into your lips.

You want to keep kissing her until you can’t breathe, but she pushes your face away and tucks her head under your jaw. Her breathing begins to slow as she catches her breath, the air coming in little puffs across your collarbone.

Her fingers stray to your side, searching for the stab wound. She lifts them up and sits up to frown at you when she realizes they’re painted in your blood. You close your eyes happily, a content smile permanently fixed on your face.

“I’ll get the nurse,” she says.

You grip her side, shaking your head, “I’m fine. Let them fix it in the morning.”

“You’re going to bleed all over the place, Y/N.”

You pull her down, eyes still closed, “I don’t care.”

She huffs, but relents, laying back down on your uninjured side. She mumbles something about you making a mess, but you’re already falling asleep, the smell and taste of her enveloping you.

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The next morning, she’s in fresh clothes, sitting innocently at your bedside. She gestures toward the TV, her eyes bright. You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to get your bearings, and look up at the TV. A large line of text rolls under the reporter, bold and black.

“GHOSTFACE STRIKES AGAIN IN HIS MOST VIOLENT ATTACK YET”

You raise an eyebrow, turning your head to look back at her, finally realizing where she had disappeared to the other night. A tinge of jealousy nips at you, but you brush it aside. She was putting her master plan into place, and you trust her to execute it.

“How-” you start to ask, but she shakes her head, eyeing the door.

You turn and see Sam just outside, a phone pressed to her ear, pacing again.

“I don’t know where he was. I was with Tara,” Sam says, her eyes wild. She listens for a beat, shaking her head, “It can’t be him, it- well yeah, he loves Stab. Yes, but- okay, but I’ve seen the Reddit thread. It's harmless.”

You stop listening, looking back at Tara. She’s smirking, a terrible glint in her eye. She’s beautiful when she’s calculating, you decide.

You laugh quietly, “I fucking love you.”

She grins, kisses your cheek, “I know.”

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader

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pick a card– which book speaks to your soul?

You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important.

—Conversations with James Baldwin.

this is my love letter to all the bookworms in the tarot community— pick a pile & i'll give you a list of genres + book suggestions carrying important messages to you.

I. THE FIRST

To the daydreamers and the escapists; to the ones that need to rest before following what you need follow.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– fiction in general; romance; fantasy; fairytale; poetry; ‘happy ever after’ endings; hopeful endings; fantasy; magic; dreamy.

AUTHORS – Ursula K. Le Guin; Louise Gluck; Mary Oliver; Jane Austen.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘The Paper Garden: An Artist Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 – Molly Peacock'

‘Good Bones – Maggie Smith’

‘If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho – Translation by Anne Carson’

‘Owls and Other Fantasies – Mary Oliver’

‘Dog Songs – Mary Oliver’

‘Emma – Jane Austen’

‘Howl’s Moving Castle – Diana Wynne Jones’

‘The Little Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’

‘Death Comes for the Archbishop – Willa Cather’

‘Sonnets from the Portuguese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning’

‘The Hawk and the Dove – Penelope Wilcock’

‘The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright’

‘The Ink Dark Moon – Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu’

‘Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll’

‘The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf’

‘Little Women – Louisa May Alcott’

‘Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery’

‘Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins – Emma Donoghue’

II. THE SECOND

For the ones that carry the ache to learn and know everything; to the ones bored with life's commodities & seriousness. For the ones that question everything around them – as they should do.

You do not need to fit in. Don't change yourself for other people. If they want to see you this way, then become the proud witch in the edge of the woods.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– books on 'niche' knowledge; science; philosophy; true crime; drama; scandalous romances; adventure, magical realism; YA thriller & horror; comedy & sardonic comedy; ‘controversial’/'weird' books.

AUTHORS– Carmen Maria Machado, Kate Moore, Grady Hendrix.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘My Sister, The Serial Killer – Oyinkan Braithwaite'

‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales – Oliver Sacks'

‘St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves – Karen Russell'

‘Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife – Mary Roach’

‘The Hitchhiker Guide to Galaxy – Douglas Adams'

‘Inferno – Dante Alighieri'

'Magic for Beginners – Kelly Link'

‘Lace Bone Beast: Poems & Other Fairytales for Wicked Girls – N.L. Shompole'

‘Severed: A History of Heads Lost and Heads Found – Frances Larson’

'The Woman They Could Not Silence – Kate Moore'

‘The Dictionary of Lost Words – Pip Williams'

‘She Kills Me: The True Stories of History’s Deadliest Women – Jennifer Wright’

‘Anatomy: A Love Story – Dana Schwartz'

‘Pretty Dead Queens – Alexa Donne'

‘I’m Glad My Mom Died – Jennette McCurdy'

'Rabid: A Cultural History of the World's Most Diabolical Virus – Bill Wasik'

‘Chilling Adventures of Sabrina – Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’

III. THE THIRD

You need to put your sadness somewhere. If you can't, remember that someone has done it before – and transformed it into a story. Let the words you'll read be the resting place for whatever you're feeling right now; let yourself remember that not even your pain is lonely in this world.

RELEVANT GENRES AND CONCEPTS— poetry; gothic horror; thrillers; murder mysteries; tragedies; cathartic stories; biographies.

AUTHORS– Shirley Jackson, Osamu Dazai, Clarice Lispector, Sylvia Plath.

BOOKS FOR YOU—

'The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion'

‘The Dead – James Joyce'

‘What The Living Do – Marie Howe'

‘The Hour of the Star – Clarice Lispector'

‘Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector’

‘Some of Us Did Not Die – June Jordan'

Somewhere Towards the End – Diana Athill'

‘We Have Always Lived in The Castle – Shirley Jackson'

'Heaven: A Novel – Mieko Kawakami'

'Journal of a Solitude – May Sarton'

'Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte'

'Grief is the Thing with Feathers – Max Porter'

‘Carrie – Stephen King'

'Of Dogs and Walls – Yuko Tsushima'

'Frankenstein – Mary Shelley'

'The Stepping Off Place – Cameron Kelly'

'Letters to Milena – Franz Kafka'

‘Beloved – Toni Morrison'

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Hannibal may be a serial killer but I still think him sleeping with Alana just so he could have an alibi to go out and kill someone was NASTY work. Absolutely diabolical.

#like poor girl Omg #hannibal #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #hannigram #nbc hannigram #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #Alana bloom

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Ok theory time, when vanessa is having her moment in front of the drawings you hear a "follow the yellow rabbit" or something like that, hear me out in the next 2 movies there will be more of that but it will be a follow the white rabbit thing instead where SHE is both Alice and the Rabbit aka Vanny, and since she's kinda in Michael's place anyway mix things a little, make her seem like the classic slasher serial killer character vanny is in security breach to show her later as the actual protocol working against william and whatever the hell is the next threat, a grey character who's not a good guy but is diabolical good at hurting other bad guys, specifically her father, who messed her up to begin with

#vanessa afton #im obsessed with vanessa and vamny and how that would look like in live action #i dont even like security breach #fnaf vanny #vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #william afton #fnaf movie #michael afton #mike schmidt #mike would probably still play the security guard part

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The crime what demon weed salesman! reader doing when they were simply a child would make almost every serial killer in hell action look like a complete angel that done nothing wrong in their entire life.

(I means the fictional serial killer not the irl serial killer btw)

Oooo yes. Demon weed salesman!reader as a child, they were a menace. They were a chaotic and diabolical child. Alastor was their right hand man. Honestly most of Demon weed salesman!reader sins came from them when they were a child which is fucking scary and odd

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#demon weed salesman!reader

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Major LayWright fanfiction update

******MAJORRRRRR Spoilers for both the Ace Attorney and Professor Layton series*******

I know where I'm heading next. The reason being I've worked out the timeline on both ends.

We know by some of Maya's dialouge in the crossover that it, the crossover, happens post-Trials and Tribulations.

As for Layton, it's largely believed that the crossover takes place between Diabolical Box and Unwound Future.

What happens in the last case of Trials and Tribulations? What happens at the very end of Unwound Future?

See the connection? I'm going to take advantage of that timing. We're gonna say, for this fanfiction, that Unwound Future happens right after, I mean right after, the crossover. 1-2 day gap at most.

Because now Phoenix is still going through his feelings of falling of a bridge and then talking to his serial killer ex-girlfriend who tried to murder him. Layton's still in shock after seeing Claire. And let's say that during the crossover, Phoenix and Layton were quietly developing feelings for each other and they realize this.

The emotions from these events happening so close together is going to hit Layton and Phoenix like freight trains.

And then Phoenix sees the news of London's mass destruction via Clive on the news, and he goes running to London (I got that idea from @wordsofawanderingsoul , for the record), and come to find out Gressenheller University and Layton's house have gone bye bye, and he's got nowhere to go because all his friends lost their houses, too.

Oh, and let's say, let's say, come here, come here. Let's say that when Phoenix was going to London, he cancelled a certain case about to work on for a certain magician. Him going to help his crush saved him from getting disbarred. And someone correct me if I'm wrong, but I think that would mean Phoenix would still see Kristoph as a good friend, he wouldn't suspect anything was up.

And if that's the case, what if Kristoph was still angry? Even angrier now that his revenge failed? And he decided to follow Phoenix to London because Phoenix handed the case over to somebody that wasn't him?

#fanfic ideas #hershel layton #phoenix wright #ace attorney #fanfiction

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Truth and/or Consequences

Israel getting attacked for minding its own business offers as easy a statement about good and evil as it gets. Naturally, the left is confused. Baby decapitators didn’t mean to provide such an easy choice. That’s Hamas and not Israel, for the record, which seems odd to those who claim to seek justice while doing everything they can to undermine it. Excusers for devilishness can’t be double agents, as that would take craftiness. Observations based in truth perplexes them the most. They can’t determine who good guys are but surely get everything right otherwise.

The same shrewd assessors of character who thought professional serial killer Andrew Cuomo was a prophet struggle to discern who’s right and wrong in a war where bloodthirsty intruders slaughtered anyone they could find who was Jewish. Struggling with trivialities like facts shouldn’t deter the pursuit for righteousness, so keep lecturing a country about avoiding inflicting casualties as it carefully targets those who did the precise opposite.

Fish don’t spot water. The inability to perceive truth is not a new delusion, which is why sufferers are unaware they keep committing violations. The same thorough reality fans urge you to enjoy a purring economy where you can buy every single item desired thanks to inflation’s irrelevance. Spot those who get experiments wrong by how they profess a belief in science.

A righteous entity fighting for self-preservation is ordered to delay with temperance by every smug lecturer who sees violence without bothering to check who went first. The type is crucial, too, as in how massacring festival attendees differs from collateral damage when attempting to eliminate festival attendee massacrers. There will be a ceasefire after every single Hamas operative has been sent to their eternal destination. They will be the only virgins.

As with the rest of liberalism, the fantasy works right up until something happens. Drama junkies have announced what they’d do if faced with a holocaust more frequently than vegans proclaim they CrossFit. They meant freaking out when Donald Trump ran off his mouth. By contrast, a mass extermination of Jews doesn’t move them. The Hamas Reich-inspired mobile extermination camp is as obvious a clue as possible, which is why they missed it.

Leftists must decide if they’re indifferent to rampant terror murder in the Jewish state, happy those they insanely and diabolically deem to be persecutors are suffering losses, or sad at the imaginary assault on Palestinian orphans that faces the technical difficulty of never happening. They’re accustomed to depriving options, which is why they’re baffled by choice.

Evidence of atrocities in real time is insufficient for self-proclaimed science fans. Seeing a free country attacked prompted reactions ranging from unprompted dubiousness to collaborator-style victim-shaming. This whole global network of sharing information on glowing pocket screens should shame them, and they instead find other awful idiots to amplify their lies about the world. Foes of civilization use instant communication to believe the Hamas Truth Squad claiming Israel cavalierly flattened a hospital.

People who know they’re better than you are divided between lecturing about how both sides are responsible and thinking the victim asked for it. The very nuanced approach to crime blames burglars and homeowners for burglary. Announcing the homeowner deserved it for hoarding resources that perpetuate inequality is the new complex approach to fighting lawbreaking by allowing it.

Settlers usually look for something useful, which renders the whole narrative of Israel ripping off land. There’s a strange fixation on possessing an otherwise worthless strip in a lousy neighborhood. Terror enablers didn’t want until Jews had it. Anyone with a simpleton of a sibling who dealt with jealousy over an item that would go unwanted were it not possessed by a nemesis. Extending rights to everyone within its boundaries must be part of their trickery.

Pretending the only tolerant country in the area is a terror state like America where everyone who’s not the preferred race or religion gets routinely repressed is a reflex for those who cheer from afar for the crudest Gaza-originated rockets. They’re not going to show support in person, as Yasser Arafat’s intellectual descendants don’t allow rainbow flags for some reason.

Wanting to be left alone is the most horrifying notion possible to liberals. A philosophy that doesn’t allow for dangerous concepts like doing your own thing is horrified by Israel sitting there and not bothering anyone. American business proprietors sympathize.

Nagging Israel comes naturally to meddlers. Not content with hassling successful entrepreneurs and law-abiding gun owners domestically, professional busybodies also look to irk abroad. The annoying tendency get exponentially sinister when they ally with nefarious forces who won’t let that one Jewish republic just exist.

The one religion that’s been persecuted more than any other sadly knows nothing on this rotten globe changes. Accusing Judaism of colonial cruelty is nothing new to a faith that routinely gets blamed for global ills. Wanting to live on their terms without hassling others is the conspiracy that’s true.

Twisted lectures about their need to protect civilians while pursuing human demons who actively targeted their own is merely a manifestation of wanting desperately to believe the wrong and awful thing. If that doesn’t make sense, you understand the left. It’s uncanny how readily professional Jew-haters wanted to believe Israel is dying to commit war crimes. The only thing missing is actuality.

Wrongly accusing Israel of awful things truly being done to it sums up its sane and decent foes. Seething loathing of an innocent nation valiantly fighting against the obviously guilty is not merely anti-Semitism, although palpable contempt for Judaism shows how ugly bigotry remains even as society’s trappings get prettier.

Israel represents the West, which is what genuine villains think is villainous. Brutality’s enthusiastic defenders express a vague sense that Israel is nothing but a band of invading oppressors, which is a common complaint amongst those who benefit from the natural rights and prosperity which follows. The class warfare front extends to thriving Jews. Anti-Semitism is just one more symptom of deranged resentment from life’s losers.

#Israel #Hamas #Israel-Hamas War #truth #rights

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Starting in 1982, Marvel Comics began a line of graphic novels and trade paperbacks aimed at adults. This venture vanished in 1993, but Marvel resurrected it 20 years later in in 2013. While DC is better known for its mature comic collections, both the first and the second generation of Marvel Graphic Novels have some gems shining in their vaults.

Marvel Graphic Novels feature dozens of different characters, from obscure figures, like Marada the She-Wolf, to some Marvel fan favorites like Thanos. To their credit, they encompass nearly every genre, from fantasy to noir crime thrillers to pure superhero fiction. These graphic novels are inarguably the best of Marvel's bunch.

10: Marada the She-Wolf Is Underrated

The daughter of Caesar's firstborn daughter and a princess turned slave, Marada Starhair is a legendary warrior with arcane powers and weaponry expertise. A collection of stories from Marvel's Epic Illustrated, Marada the She-Wolf follows her adventures throughout the Roman Empire, combining the sensibilities of Conan stories with a Heavy Metal art style that still holds up today.

Marada is one of Marvel's most obscure heroes but Marada the She-Wolf is one of the greatest graphic novels of its era. John Bolton's art is truly marvelous and it goes great with Claremont's fantastic take on this character. While Marvel has a long history with sword-and-sorcery characters like Conan and Red Sonja, Marada is their long-neglected sibling and this book shows off her many merits.

9: The Pitt Is Weirdly Realistic

By focusing on three different characters -- Nelson Kohler, Colonel Browning, and Professor Jenny Swensen -- Byrne and Gruenwald did a terrific job at conveying the powerlessness of this kind of disaster in The Pitt. This graphic novel is a gruesome story with emotional dialogues and plenty of dark panels. The Pitt is perfect for those who want to read something serious with a true-to-life take on superheroes' actions.

8: Daredevil/Black Widow: Abattoir Is a Great Thriller

Starlin's Daredevil/Black Widow: Abattoir is a noir crime graphic novel featuring two of the darkest Marvel superheroes. When Black Widow disappears during a serial killer investigation that put her on the radar of a sadistic telepath. Daredevil will have to find her before she becomes their next victim.

Daredevil/Black Widow: Abattoir has great art, a story full of epic twists and turns, and an incredible team-up. This story takes the reader by the hand into a full thriller from Daredevil's perspective and his thoughts only make things darker. Chiodo's blurry lines and soft colors add to its cinematography. Daredevil and Black Widow make for an uncommon pairing -- especially post-MCU. However, Abattoir proves that they deserve more projects together.

7: Fans Will Love Kingpin in Daredevil: Love and War

In order to save Vanessa from a mysterious illness, Wilson Fisk kidnaps the wife of a doctor, forcing him to work for him. In the meanwhile, Daredevil tries to find them. Daredevil: Love and War follows this race from the perspective of Kingpin, offering readers an interesting insight into the villain's mind, turning him into a sympathetic villain.

By focusing on Fisk's perspective, Miller paints the pathetic picture of a desperate man in love, which almost makes readers believe that Daredevil is in the wrong for trying to stop him. This kind of emotional complexity in a villain is exactly what graphic novel readers want to see.

6: Doctor Strange & Doctor Doom: Triumph and Torment Features a Rare but Interesting Team-Up

Doctor Strange & Doctor Doom: Triumph and Torment follows an uncommon team-up. Doctor Doom and Doctor Strange join forces to free the former's mother from the most diabolic Hell forces. The first step of their quest is to travel to Mephisto's Infernal realm, where their souls will change forever -- including a tear-jerking ending.

Doctor Strange & Doctor Doom: Triumph and Torment is basically a Marvel buddy film plus pumped full of a spooky atmosphere and heavy lore -- especially since Doctor Strange, Doctor Doom, and Mephisto are all lore-heavy characters. Its unique premise makes it stand out from other graphic novels, as well as the masterful way in which it interconnects the three characters' backgrounds.

5: Amazing Spider-Man: Hooky Is Great for All Ages

Amazing Spider-Man: Hooky pits Spider-Man against a monstrous villain, Tordenkakerlakk. This beast, created by Kurudred the Blood Drinker, only gets stronger each time Spidey defeats it. Given this, it slowly and steadily becomes one of his biggest challenges yet.

For Amazing Spider-Man: Hooky, Spider-Man travels to a fantasy realm. This makes Hooky very different from most of Spidey's stories. However, that's exactly what makes it great. It's quirky, it's full of magic, and it's quite unpredictable. Since Spider-Man teams up with Marandi Sjorokker, a 12-year-old sorcerer, this novel is a great option for kids too.

4: Claremont Did a Terrific Job With X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills

X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills follows the fight between Reverend William Stryker, a mutant-hating preacher who killed his own son, and Magneto, who is investigating Stryker's crime. After Stryker kidnaps Professor X to use him as a catalyst for a mutant massacre, Magneto teams up with the X-Men to save him. Since X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills was written in the '80s, amidst the rise of televangelists, this comic delves into some uncomfortable truths.

X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills premise is simple, but it's a great tale about anti-mutant prejudice. Stryker is a terrific villain and the Magneto/X-Men team-up opens the door for any possible plot twist. Claremont understands his X-Men perfectly. Originally an outside-of-canon graphic novel, X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills became canon following 2003's X-2. Since then, it's been a central story for X-Men at least in popular culture.

3: Amazing Spider-Man: Family Business Has Great Pace

One of the most iconic Spider-Man stories ever, Amazing Spider-Man: Family Business sees Spider-Man learn about his own past at the same time as the reader. When he becomes the target of Kingpin's most recent plan, CIA agent Teresa Parker, aka his own sister, will become Peter's most important ally.

Amazing Spider-Man: Family Business stands out from other Spidey graphic novels because it has great cinematographic quality. It basically puts Spidey into a Bond-like mission, which is a change of pace for this character. Regardless, it works perfectly. Gabriel Dell' Otto and Werther Dell'Edera's art is amazing too, as it definitely keeps up with the narrative dynamic vibe.

2: Avengers: Rage of Ultron Explores Serious Topics

Titan falls and Ultron rises by taking control of the whole planet. In order to fix this, Starfox contacts the Avengers. When Starfox seeks the Avengers' help, he finds them in the middle of an ethical conflict due to Hank Pym's use of AI in his experiments.

Ultron as a whole planet -- possessing its inhabitants, even -- puts the Avengers in a true problem due to the scale of the villain. The battle against Planet Ultron makes for a thrilling story. By combining it with the complex discourse of the novel -- fatherhood, artificial intelligence, ethics --, Remender offers one of the best Avengers storylines ever.

1: The Death of Captain Marvel Is Incredibly Emotional

The Death of Captain Marvel follows Captain Marvel's fight against Nitro, a battle in which he gets cancer. The comic features this fight, as well as the aftermath, in which Mar-Vell dies due to this illness, surrounded by all his friends and allies, such as the Fantastic Four, the X-Men, and the Avengers.

Marvel's first graphic novel ever is also its best work. The Death of Captain Marvel is an emotional ride. It starts as an action-packed romp, allowing Mar-Vell to showcase all his abilities. However, it soon turns into a sad, realistic take on a terrible illness. Captain Marvel's death was such an important milestone, so much so that -- contrary to most heroes in this universe -- Mar-Vell hasn't returned from the death yet.

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel entertainment #spider man comics #spiderman #spider man #daredevil #black widow #kingpin #the pitt #doctor strange #doctor doom #the amazing spider man #x men #x men comics #ultron #captain marvel #marvel ultron #captain marvel comics

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"K" stands for King... of Terror - Pt.2

«If we think about his audacity and the fear he instills especially on the aristocrats he robs (but also about the masks he uses to carry out the thefts), then he took a lot from Giussani sisters' Diabolik, who also inspired Paperinik, so much so that I could define Fantômius and Dolly Paprika as the "Diabolik and Eva Kant of Duckburg".» Marco Gervasio (HERE's the full interview if you wanna check it out... mind you it's in italian, sorry ^^")

As I mentioned in the previous post, who's more akin to Diabolik (starting from his look with the very characteristic V shaped hairline) is Paperinik's source of inspiration: Fantômius, known internationally as Fantomallard.

Romano Scarpa gives us a first glance at Fantômius (actually Gladstone in a costume) in "Paperinik alla riscossa" by Guido Martina.

Duckburg's gentleman thief is named after Fantômas, the serial killer and elusive criminal mastermind created in 1911 by Marcel Allain and Pierre Souvestre, but he’s definetely more alike to Diabolik (just, not a cold blooded murderer, he’s not 😅).

Unlike Paperinik, Fantômius is a thief through and through; a masked criminal who terrorized the city of Duckburg in the 20s and who's first mentioned by Guido Martina in Paperinik's debut story "Paperinik il diabolico vendicatore" in 1969.

In Paperinik's second story, "Paperinik alla riscossa", we get to know Fantômius' girlfriend Dolly Paprika. The two are a homage by Guido Martina to the diabolical duo Diabolik/Eva Kant.

Eva from Diabolik year XLV #10 and Dolly from "Dolly Paprika!"

Lady Kant, whose name comes from Immanuel Kant (philosopher loved by Angela Giussani since school), is considered one of the most beautiful women in the world and she's the perfect specular match to Diabolik. Eva Kant's character is inspired by Lady Maud Beltham, Fantomas' lover who saves him from the guillotine in a way much akin to what happens to Eva and Diabolik.

A cunning, cold hearted and skilled thief, Lady Kant appears for the first time in 1963 in Diabolik third issue "L'arresto di Diabolik" and since then she's been Diabolik's perfect partner in crime and life.

Lady Kant from the back cover of Diabolik R #668

When Marco Gervasio takes up Fantômius' character and starts the creation of his personal Gervasio-verse, he gives him an entourage of secondary characters which is heavily based on Diabolik's and he focuses heavily on Dolly, delving into her story and tightening even more the laces that bound her to Lady Kant.

But Gervasio also provides Fantômius with his personal institutional nightmare: Commissioner Pinko, obvious parody of Diabolik's nemesis inspector Ginko (and who is my favorite character, I just want him to win so badly every time!!! 😭😭):

Commissioner Pinko from "L'evasione di Fantomius", and inspector Ginko from Diabolik year LVII #2 back cover and played by Valerio Mastandrea in 2021 "Diabolik"

Commissioner Alcmeone Pinko is certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed and it's easy game for Fantômius to elude him. Ginko, on the other hand, is totally another league.

Appearing alongside Diabolik in the first issue of the series, he's an upright policeman and a brilliant and canny detective who can easily stand up to Diabolik's genius. We are after all talking about a character inspired by Sherlock Holmes, pipe and all.

Ginko is Diabolik's good alter ego. He's actually so similar to Diabolik some speculate they may even be related, I for instance wouldn't be surprise if we end up finding out they're twin brothers like Fantômas and Juve! After all we don't know Diabolik's real name since it's unknown even to him, and Ginko's not the inspector real name either: he changed it for... reasons.

Tell me this is not a beautiful shot of commissioner Pin- err, I mean... inspector Ginko from 2022 "Diabolik - Ginko all'attacco!" (I am not in any way shamelessly fangirling over the inspector 🙃)

Needless to say, despite his bravery and intuition, Ginko never manages to arrest Diabolik because, well (let's put it bluntly) he's too fair and honest. Ginko refuses to act outside the law in any way, and stubbornly wants to rely only on the police means... though he does sometimes use some gadgets confiscated to Diabolik and puts them to use with extreme astuteness (like when he cut two masks in two and joined the two halves to create a totally new face and actually managed to fool even Diabolik himself!)

But yeah, Diabolik's the title character... he just can't be arrested for good (just think of them as Mickey Mouse and the Phantom Blot, just with the Phantom Blot as the protagonist)! Anyhow, the respect between the two runs deeply.

"Hands up, Diabolik!"

Actually, Commissioner Pinko is not the first parody character of Ginko to appear on Topolino. In "Paperinik e il ritorno a Villa Rosa", our masked vigilante stumbles upon a newly appointed police inspector named Pinko "il Pallino" ("Pinco Pallino" in italian is an expression to define a random guy, I think in English it'd translate as "Joe Soap"), who might actually be a grandson of Fantômius' commissioner:

Inspector Pinko "il Pallino" from "Paperinik e il ritorno a Villa Rosa"

There’s one more main character in Diabolik comics who does appear in disguise in Fantômius’ stories. I’m talking about the duchess Altea of Vallenberg, secret love of Ginko, who appears for the first time in 1964 on Diabolik #22 “Il grande ricatto”.

Altea von Waller duchess of Vallenberg from Diabolik #22 and portrayed by Monica Bellucci from 2022 "Diabolik: Ginko all'attacco!"

Just like Altea, Pinko’s wife Adelaide Grimani comes from a noble family, venetian in this case. Unfortunately for Ginko and Altea, who could never be really together because of the social gap between the two (Altea’s the widow of the duke of Vallenberg, cousin of the king of Beglair), Pinko and Adelaide are happily married.

Adelaide Grimani and Altea of Vallenberg: you can't buy class!

I realize I've talked more about Ginko than Diabolik or Fantômius... I'm definitely not sorry! 😛

#i know i talk too much...#i apologize ^^''#diabolik #diabolik 60th anniversary #eva kant #fantomius #fantomallard #dolly paprika #ginko #altea di vallenberg #guido martina #marco gervasio #italian comics #disney ducks #italian disney comics #long long long post #(i am shamelessly sponsoring italian movies and i'm proud of that!)#(and yes i really liked the manetti bros diabolik movie and i feel really bad for how it was destroyed by critics)

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