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xiakato · 2 months

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GISELLE- The Bitch In The Red Dress (M)

A/n: I've been playing too much resident evil lately

September 1998, you'll never forget it. The grizzly murders in the Arkley Mountains to the zombie outbreak in Raccoon city, her. She strung you along with little to no effort. Her beauty was something else, something not of this world. You and her got along per se, a kiss to stop your overthinking while you were in the thick of it. The hive was when everything went south. Her lies came out in the open due to the person you have been chasing with her. The explosions destroy the bridge and they are desperate to hold her from falling. The slipping of her hand from yours. The sinking heart as you watch her fall with the metal bridge. You had to get out, the city was forfeit.

Years later

You got hit by an assignment, the president's daughter was kidnapped by a cult in Spain's countryside. Ever since Raccoon city, you've tried to get away from the fight with the B.O.Ws that Umbrella left behind and the ones that are hidden away from greedy eyes. The cult leader, Saddler, is an extremist. Possibly due to the influence of the plaga or perhaps he always had these ideals and beliefs and the discovery of the plaga allowed him to act on it. The countless lives of the villagers, those part of the cult and those who were experimented on were lost. You fought through the village, Castle De Salazar, the place where you ran into her, The one that stole your heart amidst chaos. The red dress is reminiscent of the one she wore all those years ago. The knife shines in the moonlight as it is pressed against her neck, her porcelain skin reflecting in the polished finish.

“Use knives next time, they’re better for close encounters,” You take the handgun from her hand tossing it to the side sheathing your knife.

“Y/n,” You look at the woman as she takes off her sunglasses, you thought she was dead.

“What are you doing here Giselle?” You ask her, keeping your feelings in check. You’re on a mission, you have to be on guard at all times.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome,” She walks towards the window, “So cold to me after all these years apart.”

“After your lies, you’re lucky I don’t shoot you here and now,” You stare at her, fighting the urge to soak in her moon kissed beauty.

“Oh honey, I didn’t mean to lie to you, we both had a job to do that day,” You shake your head at her as she smirks,” Well see you around handsome,” She tosses her glasses causing a flash bang to go off blinding you as she takes off out of the window. You stare out of the window she left from,shaking your head leaving to the maze below. The castle was something else, the castellan was an interesting character to say the least. Ningning got taken to an island off the coast. Chasing after the man that took her, he’s quick perhaps beyond human limits. Getting to the dock, seeing a boat with a woman inside. She looks at you, “Need a ride handsome?”

The rough waters did little to deter you from looking at her, her hair neatly done despite the situation. You shake your head, getting rid of the excess thoughts. “Why Giselle?”

“All these years and that’s all you can ask Y/n?” She quirks an eyebrow, “You disappoint me.”

“I have something to ask you, but I won’t get a straight answer,” She chuckles as you sigh,”Raccoon City, after the incident. You try to save one, a hundred more die. The world changed and so have I. So the question is have you changed Giselle? or are you just trying to use me again?”

“You? Changed? You only think you have, what do you think? Do you think I’ve changed?” She looks over as she pulls the boat over to the side off the cliff aiming her grapple gun, “Don’t think too hard, handsome,” She takes off rocking the boat, you react quickly, steadying the boat before leaning back in the chair and sighing.

“Story of my life.”

The island was just as you expected to be, until you ran into him, Krauser. The man that trained you, the sparks from the knives slashing against each other. He knocks you onto your back diving his knife for your neck, a gunshot rings out making Krauser jump back and look over where it came from.

“Well if it isn’t The Bitch In The Red Dress,” He smirks as she starts firing down at them, with his enhancements, he can run faster than humanly possible. Dodging the bullets and jumping towards her, she grapples out of the way with him still chasing.

“What the fuck is happening here?”

The island of horrors, abdominations, fucking lasers, a comfy throne. You are pretty sure you’ve seen it all on this island alone. Finding Ningning again, you managed to find a machine that can get rid of your plaga after Giselle saved your ass again. Sending electric currents into a certain spot at a single spot, for one fucking hurt, and two killed the plaga so You are free from the plagas control and Saddler has another thing coming. Rushing outside to see Giselle tied by her wrists hanging in the ai.

“Y/n isn’t that?” Ning asks, as you nod.

“Stay here,” You tell her as you get into the elevator heading up, meeting Saddler as you ignore him tossing your knife cutting down Giselle. His form changed into a spider-like form with eyeballs on his legs. The fight felt like it took forever, Until you spot Giselle running over, “Y/n use this~” She yells out tossing a RPG towards you, you rush picking it up. Shooting it at Saddler as he recoils from the blast, his body sizzles away, you spot the vial, you grab it as you feel a gun press against your head.

“Hand it over,” Giselle says as you hand it behind you, she takes as she runs off the side getting an helicopter, “The island is set to blow,” She tosses a key ring, “Better hurry up Prince Charming.”

The helicopter takes off as you run back to the elevator, grabbing Ning by the hand, “We have to go,” You rush towards the underground water way, seeing a jet ski waiting for you, you hop on with her and speed away dodging the falling rocks, you get out of the waterway with Ning holding on tightly.

“Wow that was close,” She says resting her head on your back, “So um.. what do you think about some over time?”

“I’m good,” You chuckle, “I have some one else in my mind.”

“Is it her?” She asks and you merely nod as you drive off, “I figured,” She mutters leaning her head down on your shoulder.

You get a nice vacation after getting the president's daughter back to the states. You take in a breath of fresh air standing in front of your house, getting to the front door, you notice it's slightly opened. Immediately drawing your 9mm, turning the safety off you make your way through the living room. Clearing every room in the bottom floor before moving up. Clearing rooms up to yours. Opening the door, your laser lands in the middle of the forehead of the intruder.

"Oh my, what a welcome," she's says as she crosses her legs in her trademarked red dress.

"What are you doing here Giselle?" you ask her holstering your gun, sighing.

"just thought I'll see you again," her eyes trailing your body in suit. "You look good like you always do, perhaps the president's daughter flirting with you did you some good."

“Don’t even talk about that,” You place your gun onto the dresser by the wall before looking back at her as she stands walking over to you, her hands trailing down your shirt undoing button by button. She pulls off your shirt and suit jacket in one swoop. She kisses your scars soflty, her eyes lock onto the gunshot on your shoulder.

“I remember when this happen,” Her fingers softly glazes over the gunshot, “I was scared to be honest.”

“Even though you say that, were you really?” You question her as you feel her fingers quiver against your skin

“I’m telling the truth for once, Y/n. I didn’t want to lose you even though I only just met you a few hours prior,” She kisses the scar, her kisses trail down your body as she gets to her knees undoing your belt. Pulling your cock out, she smiles licking her lips, “I missed this,” She pushes you towards the bed, taking off your boxers and slacks. She strokes your cock slowly as she spits on it, “I feel you throbbing already~” She kisses up your shaft, “Already needy for Mommy?” She takes your tip into her mouth, you feel her tongue swirl around it sending shivers throughout your body.She pushes herself deeper as your cock reaches her throat.

“Fuck,” You mutter as your hand reaches the back of her head pushing your cock deeper. She pulls back, her saliva cascades down onto your cock as she strokes it faster and faster, her other hand caressing your body, her hand going over your abs and scars as she sucks your cock.She pulls your cock out with a pop as she stands up, dropping her red dress onto the floor, her naked poreclain body on perfect display for you as she straddles you, her thighs covered in her juices as she slides your cock into her, hearing her breath hitch as you feel her up. Your arms wrap around her waist, as she starts to ride you. Her ass bouncing on your cock, her tightness squeezing every inch of you. She wraps her arms around your neck as she rides your cock faster and faster.

“Fuck me babyboy, Use me fucking use me baby,” She pleads with you as you thrust upwards, hitting her womb as you ravage her, her moans fill your ears. You hear nothing else other than her, she is in every one of your senses. Her juices dripping down your balls creating a puddle on the bed, “Give me that dick baby,” She moans out as her hands grip onto your hair as her hips meet your thrusts. You feel her walls tighten around you as she cums over your cock, her body shaking as you don’t stop chasing your own orgasm, “Fucking cum in me, fill me the fuck up with your cum babyboy,” She urges you as you feel it coming you fuck her faster and faster and you feel the first shot, you push yourself as deep as you could. You see her bright smile as she feels you fill her up, “So so much~” She giggles as she sits up, your cock still in her, “You filled up Mommy so well,” She moves her hips slowly, milking the rest out of you, “Surely you have more for me~?”

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covetyou · 6 months

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send in the clown

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pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: clowns, dubcon, unprotected P in V, anal play, grinding, titty play (clown motorboating), drug use, hotboxing, the shoes stay on, unconventional use of grease paint word count: 4.1k summary: You lose your scarf on a visit to the carnival. Send in Dieter Bravo - washed up actor turned circus clown.

A/N: Happy Halloweekend, friends! Originally this was going to be some dark evil fic with a murderous clown and some non-con, but basically I can't do that. So here you have washed up actor clown Dieter instead, and he's going to rock your world. You're welcome.

This is not inherently scary, but probably something to avoid if you really hate clowns. It's essentially just clown porn. I'm not sorry.

10 points to anyone who can spot the Oscar.

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Loud noises and knives and fire and bodies bent into strange shapes.

It sounded more like a horror movie down on paper, but the lights and music were dazzling, amazing, turning something terrifying into something beautiful.

You sipped too sweet drinks and munched on overpriced snacks as you watched on with your friends, laughing and gasping with them as the sights before you unfolded. A tiny woman bending herself over backwards, shooting apples off of people's heads with a bow and arrow clenched in her delicate feet. A couple swinging through the air, no wire in sight, fabric fluttering along behind them as they flew. Sword swallowers, fire breathers, acrobats, magicians, clowns.

Clowns.

You were mesmerized by it all, taken in so completely, that when you all stumbled out after several hours and made your way home, you didn't even notice you'd left your scarf until you moved to pull it off as you stepped in your front door. They weren't in town for long, things like this never were, so you turn around and head back to your car, driving back the way you came until the big top comes back into view.

It had been almost an hour since you left and the parking lot was mostly empty now, save for a few cars closer to the entrance. The sign was no longer illuminated, but lights shone brightly from inside the gate as a handful of people bustled around, packing up for the night.

You make your way to the ticket booth, spotting a grizzly old man with a toothpick between his teeth closing up, pulling a small box filled with ticket stubs and loose change out from the desk.

"We're closed," he grumbles, not bothering to look at you as he turns the key, locking the booth, and stomps away.

"I know," you shout, feet squelching in a wet patch of grass as you stumble after him. "I lost something, left it here. Do you have a lost and found?"

He stops, eyes you up, then sends you inside, directing you to an open sided tent. You walk in semi-darkness, listening out for the shouts and jokes of the cast and crew ending their day.

Two people sit there, feet up on a box and cards in hand. One has a threadbare sweater thrown on over a skimpy lyrca outfit adorned in sequins, the other looks like he could have been in the audience if it wasn't for the peak of tattoos from the top of his hoodie and across his hands.

They don't notice you standing there, so you clear your throat. Sequins is just about to play a card, but halts mid way through the movement and looks up, raising his painted on eyebrows at you.

"We're closed," Tattoos repeats, not bothering to turn to look your way.

"I lost a scarf. Was told to come here," you explain. You just want your scarf back.

Sequins slaps the card down on the box then sits back, eyeing you up and down just as the grizzled old man did, crossing his toned arms over his chest. "What's it look like?"

"Woolen, red and brown kind of checks. It's pretty big, almost like a blanket?"

Tattoos scoffs, finally turning to look at you. "Oh yeah, that one. Bravo the Clown took it. No one ever comes back for shit they lose at the circus, toots. If you want it back you're gonna have to go ask him."

"Okay, and where can I find this Bravo the Clown."

They send you off to a trailer on the other side of the camp. You hear their laughter as you turn your back and walk away, squelching back through patches of wet grass that hadn't been boarded over.

The trailer is worn and old, a colorful tarp covering the front window and stapled into the ground. "Bravo" is scrawled on the door in sharpie, scribbles of other color around it so it looks like the name has exploded from the door. There's a faint light from inside, and you can hear music playing, but there's no answer when you knock.

You try the handle, the door opening a crack before jamming. You tug harder, and the door swings open, nearly knocking you down onto the wet ground.

Smoke billows out. You almost think there's a fire when you smell something earthy and herbal. Definitely not a fire.

You call out over the music, a repetitive carnival jingle, and when there's no response, you climb up the few steps and step foot into the trailer of Bravo the Clown.

It's dark inside, the smoke barely cleared and the tarp masking any light from outside in a red haze. The herbal stench in the air is thicker inside, covering the stale musky smell of sweat and dust.

When your eyes adjust to the dark through the haze of smoke, you see the place is a mess. Wigs of all shapes and colors are thrown haphazardly onto a crooked shelf on the wall, something shiny hidden behind a puff of rainbows. Shoes litter the walkway, and clothes and costume pieces are strewn over a bench seat. There's a patch where it looks like someone has been sitting, and next to it, your scarf, screwed tight into a messy ball and pushed down into the rest of the clothing.

You approach, going to grab your scarf and leave, when you're distracted by a long mirror sitting to one side, a worn chair in front of it. There's a vanity where brushes and pallettes are thrown, pots of grease paint left open and discarded.

You drag your fingers across the worn wooden vanity. Picking up one pot of paint - a vibrant white - you are moments from swiping your finger across the pristine surface when a gruff voice startles you.

"What the fuck?!"

You spin, paint falling from your hand and clattering to the ground. Stood there is a half man, half clown, joint perched between his lips, makeup smudged over his face. His hair is sweaty, sticking up at all angles, wig nowhere to be seen. You cast your eyes down him. An oversized striped shirt is pulled open, graying undershirt beneath on show, sweat stains at the armpits and a wet patch on the hem. His red pants are unbuttoned, slung low on his hips, his suspenders unclipped at the front and hanging down low behind him. Large shoes jut out from the bottoms, bulbous and curving slightly upward.

"What the fuck are you doin' in here," he says from around the joint, throwing his hands up in the air.

You stumble over your words, stuttering a few times before you can spit it out. He looks at you like you're stupid, like you're the one with paint smeared over your face.

"I- I lost my scarf. They said you had it, I'm sorry, I-"

"What? Do you think breaking and entering is okay because I'm a fuckin' clown," he yells, pulling the door closed and slamming it hard when it gets jammed again.

He stalks toward you, blowing a puff of smoke into your face, making your eyes water, before he flops down into the worn chair in front of the vanity. It creaks as he stretches back, the tip of one of his too big shoes running up your leg.

"Do you think stealing is okay because you're a clown?" you retort, hands on your hips, shaking your head in disbelief. You never pictured your evening ending in an argument with a half-dressed clown.

More smoke puffs from his mouth as he laughs at you, face contorting strangely as he smiles with a down turned red mouth smeared across his own.

"What're you going to give me," he says, pulling his shirt off and throwing it onto the pile on the bench.

"What?"

He takes another long drag on his joint, and lets the smoke billow from his lungs before he sits back and replies. "For the scarf. What's it worth to you."

You watch his hand stroke down his belly, past the wet patch on his t-shirt and down to the front of his pants. He adjusts himself, rolling his hips as he palms his cock through the fabric.

You swallow a lump in your throat. Maybe it's the smoke going to your head, the haze of the room making you feel stuffy and floaty, clouding your judgement. Or maybe you've always had a fucking thing for clowns, you flithy b-

"Anything," you say, before you can stop yourself. He laughs, throwing his head back as he flicks ash onto the floor.

"Then take that coat off and come here. Show me them pretty tits."

You unbutton your coat, throwing it onto the bench with your scarf. You look down, thick sweater obstructing any view he'd have of your chest, and decide to yank that off too, pulling it over your head and discarding it with your coat. You take a deep breath, lungs filling with smoke and the sweaty smell of Bravo the Clown, before you pull down your tank top and bra, pushing your tits out of their cups and exposing them to the cold air.

"Can I have my scarf back now?"

"No! I want a closer look," he pats his lap, visible tent now forming in his red pants. "Come sit down on Bravo the Clowns lap, sugar tits," he says with husky laugh.

You shuffle forward trying not to trip over his shoes as you wonder how you'll perch on his lap with his knees spread so wide. You don't have long to think when he grabs you by the hand and pulls you onto him, your knees straddling either side of his thighs on the chair. It creaks and groans, and you shift on him, terrified the old chair is going to collapse with the weight of you.

He takes a final long drag from his joint, before snuffing it on the vanity and blowing the rest of the smoke into your face. You cough and splutter, blinking back watering eyes, when two large hands come up and grab your tits, massaging them as your chest heaves.

"Nice."

You blink again and look down to see him smiling at your tits, nodding as he massages them. He squeezes them together, watching as the skin squishes and puckers under his fingers. His hands are rough, fingernails painted with chipped polish that glitters in the dim lighting of his trailer. The grimace painted onto his face a stark contrast to the man underneath having the time of his life.

He's entranced, looking at your tits as he squeezes them. Painted fingertips come and pinch your nipples, pulling at them and making you gasp. Your back arches as he tugs, jiggling both as he pinches and laughing as they ripple with the movement. Your hips shift forward, nudging the hardness in his pants, and you fight to still yourself and not grind against him.

Before you know it, he's mashing your tits together again and shoving his face between them, rubbing the scruff of his jaw across your delicate skin, smearing paint all over your chest. He breathes in, and you feel him start to nip and suckle at your flesh as he rubs from side to side, burying his face in you as you push your hips down hard onto his cock.

As quick as he started, he flops back with a sigh, letting your tits fall heavy from his grasp. He smiles serenely as he looks at his handiwork, white and red and blue smeared into a mess of lavender across your tits.

"Think you liked that as much as I did," he taunts, gesturing to where your crotch sits flush against his stiff cock. "Shame you're in so many fuckin' layers." He runs a hand up your thigh, pinging the thickness of your tights against your leg before fingers play with the edge of your skirt where it's bunched around your thighs. He tugs it higher, pulling it to your waist.

He slides his hands back down, thumbs tracing down the front of your tights, teasing the apex of your thighs. One hand holds you there, stopping you from rocking into him again, whilst the other slides between you, rubbing broadly over your damp, covered crotch.

You close your eyes, letting him massage your pussy with his large hand, the sensation muted by so many layers. You rock into his palm as you float along on his lap, lost in his heavy breathing and the monotonous music still jingling along in the background.

He starts muttering, playing with the waistband of your tights, looking for a better way in, a way to get to your cunt that means you don't have to get off his lap. Your eyes snap open, you watch as he shrugs, a wicked smile pulling smeared makeup across his face. He pulls at your tights, gripping in both hands, tearing the fabric and exposing your inner thighs and panties to him. You can't help but moan as you feel his hand find your bare skin, and push against the wet front of your panties.

He lets out a low whistle, he'd barely touched you and you're dripping, grinding against his hand. "I can do one better than my hand," he says, waggling his eyebrows and looking down to his crotch. He's fully hard now, tent more impressive than the big tops outside.

Before he can say another word, you're reaching for his pants, pulling the zipper down and fishing out his rock hard length. He pulls both his arms back holding them up in mock surrender.

"Woah, woah!" he laughs.

You start to stroke his cock, pumping up and down, drawing the precum dripping from his tip over your palm and down his length with each stroke. He's watching you as you play with him, teasing his tip, reaching down into his red pants with your other hand to stroke his balls. They're heavy in your hand and sticky with sweat, but you squeeze them as you jerk him, making him groan, throw his head back and grip the arms of his chair.

Your pussy is cold without his hand, neglected. You don't want to let go of the weight of him, so you rub his tip over the front of your soaked panties, dragging it over your clit and applying pressure as you circle it with his head. You need more, more friction, so you hold him against you, rocking your hips against one side of him as your palm holds him to you in the other.

"Oh, hell yeah. Are you gonna come just from grinding on me?!" he says in disbelief, listening to your desperate moans as you jerk him against your pussy.

"No," you gasp, watching a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face over the layer of greasy paint. The look of him alone is almost sending you stratospheric - the hair, the paint, the sweat - but the friction against your pussy isn't enough. "I want to put it in me."

He looks like he's won the lottery, wide eyes and thrilled face covered in paint nodding back at you, gesturing down to his dick as if to say help yourself.

You yank your panties to the side as you rock your hips into his cock, still holding him tight to you. Your slick pussy glides up and down his length, his head rubbing directly over your clit with each cant of your hips. You're moaning, wiggling on him as he watches straight down at his cock gliding against your bare cunt.

"Do you have a...?" you say, looking around the room for anywhere where he might stash a condom.

"Nope," he says, popping the P. "If you want it, you gotta take it like this."

You don't even consider any other option, you simply plunge your two middle fingers deep inside you, gathering your slick before smearing it around yourself and down the other side of Bravo the Clown's cock. You raise up on your knees, the chair creaking again as you move, and tease him against your entrance before taking him inside you.

"Oh, Bravo," you moan as you sink down onto his cock.

"Thank you, I'm here 'til Tuesday," he jokes, miming a bow from where he's seated. You bet he uses that on everyone. You soon wipe the smug grin off his face when you lift up and slam back down onto him, moaning his name once again before you begin fucking yourself on him in earnest. "Fuck."

"Dieter," he whines as you bounce on him, chasing a high that seems so out of reach with the high already muffling your head, "Name's Dieter."

"Dieter," you groan, bottoming out and groaning as you rock your hips over him, his cock seated deep in you.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," he grunts, clown shoes planted flat on the floor giving him leverage to pound up into you as you meet his every thrust. The chair is creaking, the trailer shaking, your lavender colored tits bouncing with each pound. His glazed over eyes watch them bounce in front of his face, a frown knitting his brows together and creasing the paint slathered on his skin as he tries to focus on your jiggling breasts. You think you see him go cross eyed as he tries to look at both of your nipples at once.

You're about to reach your hand down, circle your clit and bring yourself over the edge when arms wrap around you pulling you toward him, face falling into his neck. You can smell him more strongly here, the smell of sweat and weed clinging to him like a second skin. He holds onto your ass as he pounds up into you, pulling your cheeks apart. From this angle you can feel the grind of his hair against your clit with every thrust, and you muffle your moan into his neck.

"Ohhhhh."

"Gonna have to give me more than that, ain't been long since I last came," he huffs into your ear as he pulls you apart. You can feel the slick smear of grease paint on the side of your face.

There's another loud rip, your tights being torn again, this time from behind to expose more of your ass. He slows down the roll of his hips into yours as he pulls you deeper, and deeper, letting you grind down onto him even easier, the rub of him against your clit almost perfect now. The feel of his throbbing cock deep in your pussy, rough hands pulling your ass open and the scratch of his pubic hair on your clit feel so good, but you can't quite get there, whatever end you're trying to reach chased away by the fuzz in your head.

You whine from his neck, shifting your hips, trying to see if another spot would work better. Bravo - Dieter catches on and you hear his voice rumble from his chest as you rock on his lap.

"What's your favorite color?"

Now hardly seems like the time to get to know each other, but you humor him. "Blue," you breathe, rubbing your nose against his cheek, the smell of grease paint strong.

"Blue it is."

One arm lets go of you and you hear something on the vanity. You keep rocking your hips, still so close but not close enough. He brings his hand back and you gasp at a foreign sensation between your cheeks.

It's thick and slick, swiping smoothly across your asshole. You moan and gasp against his face, halting your movements and lifting off him a fraction. He laughs, swiping his slicked finger back and forth over your ass, circling the tight ring before dipping a fingertip in just as he pulls you back down flush onto his cock.

It's intense, and you moan so loud Tattoos and Sequins can probably hear you.

"And that's improv," he says, grunting as he picks up the pace of his thrusts again.

"Fuck, more," you beg, as he slips more of his fingertip into your ass, fucking you hard now as you grip his neck and bring your face in line with his.

He laughs at you, panting with the effort of fucking you. "Oh you're freaky, I like it."

"Watch who you're calling a freak, clown." Your grip his neck, holding on for dear life, unphased by the spread of his face paint onto your own skin.

Both arms are wrapped around you, one feeling at your entrance where he pounds into you, creamy slick coating his fingers with each thrust, the other between your cheeks, finger hooked into your tight hole. His finger tugs at you with each bounce onto his cock, stretching you and making you feel fuller than you are. You tilt your hips again, clit colliding with his thick hair, gridning against you, and you see stars glitter around your vision. They're so close now, the haze in your brain diffusing the light as it draws closer and closer.

"Hnnnng, I'm so close," you groan, rubbing your nose against his.

"Fuck," he mumbles as you pull his mouth onto yours. You kiss him, moaning and grinding against his lap, his tongue flicking against the seam of your lips just as the stars align and burst in your vision.

You come with a deep groan into his mouth, clenching tight around his cock as he frantically pounds up into you, hips stuttering as sweat drips down his face. You feel him start to twitch and then his cock is slipping from you, the remnants of your own orgasm fading as his cock slides against the outside of your cunt and spurts thick ropes of cum up against his belly, catching the already damp hem of his t-shirt.

You sit, faces together, panting for a moment, kissing him again just before he slides his finger from your ass, wiping the slick onto your exposed skin. When he looks down at his spent cock, he groans and huffs.

"Not again. I like this shirt."

He tuts at himself, flopping his arms down and looking around for something to tidy up with. He gives up, instead grabbing a tin from the vanity, popping it open, and starts to roll another joint on his chest.

You take that moment to climb off him, covering your pussy with the scrap of fabric of your panties, tugging your skirt down and your tank top up to cover as much of you as you can. The paint on your chest will stain, but you'll think about that later.

You throw your coat back on, not bothering with your sweater or the mess on your face, when Dieter addresses you again.

"Don't forget your scarf."

You roll your eyes, casting an exasperated look at him only to see him looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You take your scarf, unbunching it and immediately sticking your hand in something wet and sticky. Even in the darkness, you can tell it's almost definitely cum. You look over to Dieter, disgusted look on your face as he shrugs his shoulders.

"If I'd known you'd come here begging for some of this," he gestures down his slouched body, "I never would've done that sweet cheeks. That one's on you."

"You're an ass."

"I'm not an ass, I'm the one and only Bravo the Clown." He spreads his arms wide, looking obscene with his flaccid cock hanging out of his bright red pants, belly covered in cum and face paint smeared all over his face. He places the unlit joint between his lips and you walk past him, pushing open the door to his trailer and stepping outside into the clear air. You take a deep breath, head already feeling clearer when you turn back, a question on your lips.

He's stood at the door of his trailer, tucking his cock back in, looking even crazier now that your head is clearer.

"The music?" you ask. It'd been playing this whole time, the same tune over and over.

"It's called method acting, sweet cheeks," he says with a wink, lighting his new joint and tilting his head back to expel a plume of smoke into the night sky.

You laugh, you can't help it, the man is a caricature even of himself, but there's something so intoxicating about it.

"Goodnight, Dieter."

You walk back to your car to the tinkling of fairground music and Bravo the Clown's raspy laughter.

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riverdale s3 finale best episode of television ever. archie fights a man dressed as a bear as a callback to when he fled the united states & got attacked by a grizzly in the canadaian wilderness as a metaphor for suicide. jughead fights his evil brother in law for orchestrating the worst dnd campaign the world has ever seen. veronica homoerotically drinks poison in an evening dress. betty watches her dad die not even 24 hours after chad michael murray tried to lobotomize her. cheryl arms her lesbian girl gang with bows & arrows & leads them on a quest to kill her mother. archie fails his SAT. it's never even addressed that hiram poisoned the water supply & sent the county into economic ruin

#riverdale #i LOVE s3. you dont like evil dnd plotline? ough ough?#do you guys remember when betty got institutionalized & no one noticed. & then chad michael murray tried to remove her brain #because i remember. I Remember

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Nimona headcanons part ? (I don’t even know I lost count last week)

Ambrosius stopped wearing socks in the house

Because every once and a while he would walk around on their carpeted floors and then go to grab Bal’s right hand and get shocked

He would jump away with a small curse while Nimona would cackle in the background

Whenever Nimona wants attention or doesn’t get their way they make noises that they know annoy Bal and Ambrosius

She’ll ask if she can pick the movie that night and Bal will tell her no cause she picked the last two nights

And she let out the most annoying high-pitched “aaaaa” they’ve ever heard

Whenever he gets bored and doesn’t want to terrorize the citizens he’ll make random animal noises and makes the boys guess what animal it is

They’ve got good at telling a difference

But it also leads to very weird sentences like “growl like a grizzly bear one more time and you’re grounded for a week young man”

I feel like board games are hell for Bal

This poor baby just wants to get through one normal game of Monopoly (or whatever off-brand game they were playing)

And every time Nimona will find a way to turn the game on its head so she wins

And Ambrosius the love of his life the apple of his eye the sunshine to his moonbeam plays along

This man goes out of his way to make it difficult for him to win

He’ll twist the rules or come up with brand new ones on the spot that sounds so legit it makes Bal search for the damn rule book

There have been times when he’ll look Bal in the eyes and say “Sorry love the rules state that the leader of a successful coup wins the game”

And he can’t even get mad cause Nim and Ambrosius have the cutest little matching smiles on their faces when they think they’ve successfully fooled him

When Ambrosius cleans on a normal day it’s not uncommon for him to get sidetracked

He’ll play music and he’ll sing or he’ll dance (or both if he’s feeling especially bored)

He’ll always manage to drag Nimona and Bal into it

Sometimes when it’s just Bal and Ambrsius in the house he’ll play slower songs and drag Bal out into the living room and slow dance for a bit

When it’s Ambrosius and Nimona alone he’ll let her take over the aux and play her favorite songs

When it’s all three of them together they have a little dance party

I’ve seen so many videos making fun of Bals “amazing” sneaking skills and I feel like Ambrosius is good at hiding

He’s been in the limelight from the moment he was born and there were times when he was sick of it

So he got good at blending into a crowd and sneaking

It used to freak Bal and Nimona out when they first met him

When Bal first met Ambrosius he assumed that he would be a showboating prince of the school

And sure there were moments when he would play that part

But that’s all it was a part

When he’s out of his armor he’s quiet as a church mouse

Bal got very used to hearing Nimona yell from across the house “fucking hell do we need to tie a bell to you or something make a noise Nemesis”

After she gets used to it she finds it kind of impressive

Cause he’s able to sneak up on both her and Bal and they’ve both got really good hearing

It doesn’t take long for them to convince him to use his powers for evil

You see Bal has a bad habit of getting stuck in his head and when he does his reaction time is shit

So it's fucking hilarious to watch as he flails when Ambrosius snuck up on him a minute before

It always gets a good laugh out of the trio and it gets Bal out of his head for the rest of the day

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I need someone to take my laptop away #these dorks keep me up at night #I want to be able to sleep without writing down a million headcanons #please I havent seen the sun in weeks #I'm joking I left the house today #after the movie was over

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Based off of the first Blood on the Clocktower session on Hermitcraft s9

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The storyteller was already dead. But that didn’t stop them from continuing the story.

“Is there anyone else you all would like to accuse?” ZombieCleo asked, truly a zombie by name and by nature now, sitting on one of the many tree stumps that formed a circle in the middle of town. The rest of the town shifted in their makeshift seats and eyed each other with discontent- it had been a long day, to say the least.

A demon, it seemed, lived among them, and had killed the town’s storyteller. It had been a grizzly scene, the morning sun rays striking the bloody corpse of the storyteller Cleo, claw marks down her chest, and a torn-out jugular, not to mention the birds poking curiously at what remained of their body. Luckily, or perhaps mostly oddly, the storyteller had become the zombie their name had suggested, and was now heading up the job of organizing the new town meetings with surprising vigor considering the… circumstances.

The new town meetings were once a day, to share information and, if it came to it, execute anyone they considered suspicious. The demon needed to be found out and, better yet, killed. And if some innocents got in the way… well, they figured, they’d cross that bridge when they got to it.

“I’d like to nominate someone!” Iskall, a broad-chested fighter with one eye missing, spoke up grandly.

The townsfolk all murmured in interest, alarm, all eyes turning to their fellow townsman.

“And who is it you wish to nominate for the chopping block?” Cleo asked, dead eyes staring through him, it seemed.

Iskall stood up, setting his shield upright in front of him and grasping the top of it for emphasis. “My fellow townspeople, I would like you all to consider xBcrafted as our nefarious demon.”

The assembled crowd gasped, all heads turning to the bearded man sat on a stump between Geminitay and Xisumavoid. He looked up from shining his bow in surprise, an eyebrow raised at Iskall, then to the gathered assembly, as if asking “y’all hearing this too?”.

“xBcrafted. Iskall. Up to the stands, and state your cases.” Cleo said, waving a bleeding and rotting hand towards the hastily-assembled stands that were to defend and accuse for all to hear. Iskall and xB went, standing at their own podiums, xB still looking confused.

“I, Iskall85, would like to present to you townsfolk- your demon!” Iskall proclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the man across from him. The crowd gasped accordingly. “I have spent much of the day in the company of xBcrafted, as all of us chatted together, and it soon became clear to me that he is an evil man. My evidence: he is quiet. Too quiet. He listened instead of spoke, and said nothing about himself or what role he plays in this town.”

“That’s true, actually…” Impulsesv, the fellow who sat next to Iskall usually, spoke up, stroking his own beard. His golden eyes and horns shone in the sun. “I was with xB a lot too, and he really just slid right under the radar. Didn’t say a word.”

“Sounds like something a demon would do.” Cubfan added, nodding.

“Wha- guys, I’m just a quiet person!” xB had a small laugh to his voice, as if he still couldn’t believe this. “That’s all. I’m innocent, I swear.”

“You hear this man, this demon! No defense for himself other than his word of innocence!” Iskall roared, pointing again. “Look at those eyes, that face! Like a siren he draws you in… for the kill!”

“Are you saying I’m pretty, Iskall? That’s so sweet. I know I am.” xB winked at Iskall.

“Demon scum!” Iskall hissed.

“Alright, back to your stumps now.” Cleo said, rolling their eyes. “Right. If you wish to vote for xBcrafted to be executed, I want you to raise your hand.” There was a silence as hands were raised, and each set of eyes counted the votes along with the storyteller. “Right, that’s five votes. xB, you are on the execution block. Unless someone else is nominated and receives more votes.”

“Woah, who’s making up all these rules anyhow?” xB asked.

“I am.” Cleo replied, staring xB down. “Got a problem with it?”

xB muttered something to himself, which Cleo seemed to ignore. “Anyone else to be nominated?”

“I’d like to accuse Iskall.” xB said mildly. The townsfolk gasped again, and xB and Iskall made their way back to the podiums. “It’s odd, isn’t it, how Iskall has accused, like, so many people so far. Man’s pointing at anything moving and calling it a demon.”

“That is kind of suspicious…” Rendog murmured.

“He’s a fighter, maybe he’s just trigger-happy.” Geminitay suggested.

“I’m just sayin’, he’s quick to throw blame at anyone but himself. Kinda suspicious, if you ask me.” xB said, still with that light casualness to it. The crowd murmured.

“Iskall? Your defense?” Cleo asked.

“My wonderful townsfolk, have I not been honest with you all from the start? Giving, some would say, with my information of who I am and what I do. I have not hidden myself away under the guise of being quiet. It is quietness that will kill us all, my fellows.” Iskall puffed out his chest once more, looking upon the audience with a frown, brow hunched over his one good eye.

There was more murmuring at that, townsfolk turning to one another to whisper and nod.

“Right. Back to the stumps. Show of hands: who wants Iskall to be executed?” Cleo asked.

xB raised his hand, obviously, but no one else moved a muscle. The town’s square was silent, as every eye came to rest on the man whose fate was now sealed.

“I see how it is. Fools.” xBcrafted whispered, although it may as well have been a scream with the way it echoed and bounced in the otherwise silent square.

“Right. Uh, Iskall, you did the nomination, so you should do the executioning however you see fit.” Cleo waved a hand towards the fighter. “And be quick about it, I have an absolute craving for human flesh right now.”

Iskall looked around at the rest of the townsfolk. “Surly the zombie has gone mad!” He exclaimed. “I don’t want- I can’t kill…”

Iskall felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It was Impulse, who smiled down at him understandingly. “It’s gotta be done, buddy. You killing xB may just save us all.”

“Right. Okay.” Iskall gulped, the weight of his blade suddenly much heavier in his hands. “Um- to your feet, demon scum, and to the stage with you!”

xB chuckled in a strangled kind of way, and stood up from his stump, brushing off his pants. He walked to the base of the clocktower, and stood between the two podiums they had just used to debate with. Iskall joined him, well aware of the sets of eyes watching his movements. He put the sword to xB’s chest, tip resting right over his heart, and took a deep breath.

“Looks like it’s gonna rain, them clouds look nasty.” xB said casually, pointing.

“Don’t move, demon, or else it’ll hurt more.” Iskall hissed.

“Really? Through the chest? Ouch.” xB said, looking out over the crowd. “I hope this brings ya’ll the justice you’ve been looking for.” He then turned his head, looking right into Iskall’s eye. Iskall put a hand to his back, steadying the body for the push in. This close to him, Iskall could see a slight glimmer to xB’s skin, elegant patterns of sparkling blues and black scales around his eyes, his temples, his neck. He’d heard rumors that xB was a fish, although he more so hoped that they were the scales of a demon. “I hope you live to see your failure.” xB whispered, so only Iskall could hear him.

Iskall sucked in a breath and pushed in with all of his strength. There was a gasp from the crowd, a gasp from xB. Iskall didn’t look until his blade was out again, soaked in blood, and the awful gurgling had stopped.

“Oh thank god, I’m starving.” The storyteller pushed past him, and Iskall only caught a glance at the unseeing, open blue eyes and slack mouth before he was hidden by the back of the hungry zombie.

But a storm was coming in indeed, and the townsfolk dispersed quickly as the first few fat drops of rain ran down their faces. No one stayed to watch.

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That night, it rained hard. The houses of the town weren’t very well constructed, some grumbling about how they felt more like set dressing more than anything else. Iskall lay in his bed, listening to the metallic taps of water against pots and pans. He wondered if any of the townsfolk were sleeping well tonight. If the blood had been cleaned from the base of the clocktower yet. If they’d made the right decision. If he’d made the right decision.

There was a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder, so loud that it seemed to shake the whole house. And then, a knock on the door. Iskall frowned, but got out of bed regardless. Maybe someone was scared, wanted reassurance from the best soldier in the town. Or maybe to berate him for his sins. Iskall opened the front door, lantern in hand.

“Hallo? What is…” his sentence trailed off as he took in the dark eyes that shone dully in the lantern light, the beard that hung straight with the weight of water. There was no mistaking that this was xB, standing at his door. “Ah, sorry, I’m not interested.” Iskall stuttered out, and tried to close the door again.

xB’s hand jutted out from his side and slapped the door, pinning it open. The sound of wet flesh against wood was brutal, definitely harder then anyone should hit things. He took one step into the house, and then another. It was staggering, swollen steps. Iskall took a step back, and then another. But it was a small house, and there was nowhere to go. He tripped backwards, and hit the floor with a thud, the lantern fortunately landing upright beside him. xB staggered over to him, put a deadweight of a foot onto Iskall’s hand to stop him from moving. Iskall gasped in pain.

xB leaned over him, his body coming into the pitiful light, and Iskall got a better look at what xB had become.

He was soaked, jacket and hair and pants plastered to his skin. Even inside, it was like the water came from within him and dripped everywhere. There were drops forming on the tip of xB’s nose and splattering against Iskall’s face. His skin was pale, except for the ugly splotches of black and blue and green. He looked, if Iskall was honest with himself, like a drowned man, like the rain had offed him instead of the blade. That was, except for the way his shirt was stained a deep, dripping red, right where Iskall had pushed in that damned blade.

“I’m sorry!” Iskall almost shouted, before xB could even open his mouth. “I was wrong, I knew from the moment-”

“Sorry doesn’t bring me back, you son of a bitch.” xB’s words were garbled, and a splash of something thicker than water splat onto Iskall’s face. It tasted metallic, and Iskall spit out the blood best he could, wiping his face with his free hand. “All for being too quiet. The loud ones always have their way, don’t they?”

“You are loud now, loud in my brain forever.” Iskall said, more in despair then anything else. “I’m sorry, xB, I am. Please, just kill me, exact your revenge!”

“Oh Iskall…” xB cooed, reaching down to stroke the side of Iskall’s cheek, damp with water and blood, “I already told you: I hope you live to see your failure.”

“No.” Iskall sobbed. “I’ll get the demon to kill me, then. I will not suffer. I will take death.”

There was another crack of lightning and thunder, and the door slammed open. The light within the lantern hissed out, and he was left in complete darkness. Well, except for the outline of something huge in his doorway. Iskall froze. He felt xB move, straighten up and take a few heavy steps towards the thing in the doorway.

“Oh, so it’s you.” xB rasped, something wetly akin to a chuckle bubbling up and out of his chest. Iskall couldn’t see who it was, but perhaps the undead didn’t care about the dark. “Should have known you were the demon. You’re here for him, aren’t you?”

There was a low chuckle from the door- it made Iskall’s hair stand on end with the absolute evilness of it. But more than that, Iskall felt an icy, terrible dread, as it hit him that he had really, actually, killed an innocent man. All for being too quiet.

“Don’t kill him.”

Iskall froze, and the demon made a low, rumbling confused noise, tilting its head.

“Think about it, man.” xB continued. “You take out the weak players, the innocents who haven’t yet killed out of feverish desperation. Leave those left to suffer, turn on each other, live in truths that others conceive as lie. As a demon, ain’t that what you really, truly want to see? Suffering?”

The demon chuckled again. There was a strike of lightning, and the shape in the briefly-illuminated doorway was gone. In the clap of thunder that followed, xB turned around with a demented smile on his stained and dead face.

“No need to thank me, but you’re under my protection now. You can’t die. You’ll live till the end. Ain’t that great?”

Iskall got to his feet, shaking. “You’ve damned me to hell on earth.”

xB had his face pinched in his hand in an instant, an icy cold and damp hand. “I’ve changed my mind. Say thank you.”

“Th- thank you.” Iskall choked out.

“Good. Well, see ya tomorrow, solider.” xB pushed him back as he let go, and Iskall spend the rest of the sleepless night on his bed, staring blankly into nothing.

And when the sun rose, Iskall stood and went back to his spot in the circle, the dead and alive eyes of his fellow townsfolk looking upon his bowed form. He had been the first man to kill an innocent, but they all knew he wouldn’t be the last. The townsfolk began to talk again, lies and truths and paranoia, spiraling their way into the unknown demon’s greedy maw.

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Prosecuters are certain Creel is to blame, but he claims otherwise.

Victor Creel: killer or tragic victim of a vengeful spirit?

'I thought I was dying… so I was flooded with relief… but there was a sense of terrible grief, too.'

By ADDIE SABCOCK

Triple homocide? Or demonic ritual?! Prosecutors successfully argued that Victor Creel, age 40, is a cold-blooded killer, responsible for the brutal slaying of his beautiful wife, Virginia, age 36, and their two innocent children, Alice, age 15, and little Henry, age 12. But even now from behind bars at Pennhurst Mental Hospital, Victor insists that he is innocent. He maintains that a vengeful demon terrorized his family, reaching a bloody climax on that tragic night in March.

Whomever you believe, the strange case of the Creel family has put the heretofore sleepy town of Hawkins, Indiana on the map. "It is safe to say that the entire region will never be the same again." District Attorney Philip Bradley said of ordeal.

Now, our sources inside the mental hospital where Creel is serving out his life sentence have gotten the exclusive scoop from Creel himself, including grizzly details never before reported, and Creel's theory as to why his life was so conveniently spared. Are these the ravings of a murderous madman? Or is there something to the supernatural yarn creel has spun?

The Creel Family had only recently moved into their home in Hawkins, having relocated from South Bend. Court documents revealed that Victor's childless uncle had recently passed away, leaving Victor a modest inheritance with which he eventually purchased the two story murder house.

Creel claims that as soon as the family had settled in to their new residence, they began to experience a series of disturbances that can only be explained as paranormal. Night after night, a horrible stench would presage the discofery of a deal animal on the property. One evening, the daughter Alice found a rotting possum in her duvet cover, with no idea how it could have gotten there. Another such spine-tingling event occured when the bathtub behan to spout not water but insects. Their healthy lawn turned black overnight

The family's former gardener (who wished to remain anonymous) who was a witness at the Creel trial, testified that Victor was certain the house was haunted by a malevolent spirit. "He kept going on and on about this evil spirit. I didn't know what to believe," he told the court.

"I said I thought probably some teenagers set the grass on fire, but he wouldn't listen to me." Creel's gardener tells our source that the family had had enough. He believed that these horrifying occurences would not stop unless he took matters into his own hands. As he told us, "I had to protect my family."

At this point he tells us Creel sought out a priest to perform an exorcism. This cannot be confirmed and the identity of the alleged priest is still in question. This publication inquires with local houses of worship have been unconclusive.

But the exorcism failed, says Creels former gardenman. He claims the so called "vengeful demon" was too powerful, resisting the priest's demands to depart from the family home. He insists that it was this very attempt to intervene which enraged the spirit.

The once happy Creel family standing in front of their recently purchased home in Hawkins, Ind. A small inheritance helped Creel buy the home. Crime scene photos from inside the Creel home obtained EXCLUSIVELY by THE WEEKLY WATCHER reveal a complete blood bath… Police describe a grizzly crime scene- pictured in the EXCLUSIVE photo obtained by TWW- with limbs torn askwe and apart in an impossible fashion. Hawkins Police Officer Mike Palmer said,* "We're not quite sure how Creel was able to pull this off- it's most likely the work of a madman. I don't know how any human man could be capable of anything as horrifying as this.."

Murder House now stands empty:

EXCLUSIVELY from TWW: The Creel house in Hawins, Ind., stands empty after a mild-mannered and God-fearing husband and father claims to have been possessed by a demonic spirit which KILLED his entire family and left him patially blind. Neighbors of the family in this quiet Midwestern community are stunned that a seemingly normal man could be capable of such atrocities. But was this nightmare the handiwork of a mere mortal?! Or could it be the demonic doings of some evil from beyond- something worse than we humans could even begin to imagine? Sources close to Creel reveal all in this SHOCKING AND EXPLOSIVE story you MUST READ!

"He thought that he fought back and it was punishing him. That's why it killed his family, disfigured them, pulled out their eyes."

Victor himself was completely unharmed in the bloodbath, he responded "He seemed to think it was enraged by what he tried to do. He tried to destroy it, so it destroyed the things he loved most in the world. Now he has to live with the loss."

The night before Creel's sentencing, he was found by guards at the Roane County lockup attempting to cut out his own eyes with a stolen cafeteria fork. He said he acted out of guilt and sadness. The guards were able to restrain him, but he is now partially blind.

Creel's graphic telling of the events of the night of the murders included some other fantastic details that have caused out editorial staff to scratch their heads. He says that he witnessed the demon lift his family off the ground and suspend them in midair. Even more unbelievable still, he told our source that he had what could be referred to as an out-of-body experience.

"One minute I was there, and the next," Creel said, "I was transported to another time and place. And when I came to, they were all dead." Pressed on the exact where and when of his unbelievable transportation, he replied, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Creel claims that as soon as the family had settled in to their new residence, they bagan to experience a series of disturbances that can only be explained as paranormal.

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Meanwhile, the Creel murder house sits empty in Hawkins. A site of unspeakable horrors. No amount of fresh paint or lustrous linoleum can undo the terrible deeds that were undone at the address. But if convicted murderer and mental patient Victor Creel is to be believed, the house still has one resident that isn't going anywhere. "It was there long before we moved in, and it'll still be lurking there for a long time. Believe you me." Are these the ravings of a murderous madman? Or is there something to the supernatural yarn Creel has spun?

[ repeated paragraphs from the first page cont. ]

The Victims of a Demonic Ritual? Virginia, 36. Alice, 15. Henry, 12.

#stranger things #quote canon unquote

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“You should stop this crusade of yours before you get too deep in, Magnus,” the man warns him.

Magnus rolls his eyes at him, “I thought you called me to scare me off? I don’t see the any grizzly men in ski masks trying to threaten me.”

“None of that is required. Time for words is our, Magnus. Now, we attack.”

Magnus twirls in the chair he’s sitting on, his right hand in the air as he admires the glitter nail polish Rafael put on him yesterday.

He thinks of his kids them and his heart clenches, it’s been a while since they’ve had time to spend together. This case had taken most of Magnus’s time these past few months.

“My 16 year old son can give better evil-guy speech than this,” Magnus comments. “Alright, it’s time. I need to get back to work so that I can get home on time. Unlike the rest of you lot, I have plans for the weekend that do not involve me spending 5 hours on a golf course because my family makes me miserable and vice-versa.”

The other man chuckles, and ugly laugh. “Spend as much time with them as you want. You don’t have much left anyways.”

“Hmmmm.”

“Tell Alec Lightwood we will see him soon.”

Magnus’s mouth twitches at Alec’s name. “Lightwood-Bane,” he speaks, staring the man directly in his eyes, “My husband prefers that.”

“He won’t prefer much when he’s behind the bars.”

“I disagree,” Magnus smirks. “He would be insufferable without his coffee machine if he’s ever in jail. He’d find a way to get that there as well.”

“All this struggle. All this to become the Police Commissioner of NYPD gone to waste because he chose the wrong person to marry. I pity Alec Lightwood.”

“And I pity the day you say any of that infront of him,” Magnus fires. “He is not as forgiving.”

-Attorney General of New York and Police Commissioner of NYPD will meet y'all soon.

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Top 10 BEST Movies of 2023

Happy New Year everyone! Hope you all partied hard and are now surviving a dreadful hangover by sitting with your family or friends and enjoying a well deserved marathon of Lord of the Rings. 2023 - what a year! In the movie biz alone there were those little minor events known as the strikes of the actors and writers. Just when we thought COVID was over and stopped affecting releases, these strikes were like “errr no, actually..!”. To be fair, the way the streaming services were underpaying their actors and the studios enforcing AI so much into the media, it was good that these artists stood up for themselves and showed it to the man so to speak! Anyway, we’re not here to talk Hollywood politics, but to celebrate all the quality filmmaking that was exhibited this past year. I’d say in all honesty this year felt weaker compared to 2022. To be fair last year gave us Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick and of course the legendary RRR, so the bar was high for 2023. That being said, I still enjoyed some solid films, so let’s rank my Top 10 favourite movies of 2023, but first some honourable mentions…

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Evil Dead Rise - one heck of a gore fest, and the best opening title card of the year hands down!

Past Lives - a simple yet brutally honest love story.

The Boy and the Heron - Wanna hear Robert Pattinson sound like not Robert Pattinson?!

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar - Wes Anderson and Roald Dahl are a match made in heaven.

Barbie - I’m Just Ken…need I say more??

Wonka - Timmy makes for a good Willy.

Right, with that, let’s get into the actual fun stuff - The Top 10 Best Movies of 2023!…

10) GUY RITCHIE’S THE COVENANT - The least Guy Ritchie film Guy Ritchie has ever directed and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Away with the rough East End and grizzly jokes, and instead what we have is a very reserved and straight-faced war thriller. Honestly I was so surprised with how much I was engaged and invested in The Covenant - it is a thrilling pulse-racing story of survival that adds to the dread that elements of it are true to many people’s reality. Truly, this is a well-made movie!

9) TETRIS - You hear of a movie titled Tetris and one has to wonder if we have another Emoji Movie on our hands, where we get little tetra shaped characters goofing about in some animated mathematics world trying to force an unfunny joke upon our poor heads. Luckily that’s not the case, as instead this is a behind-the-scenes look at the legal drama behind the ownership of the game rights, and though that may not sound that fun, the movie is surprisingly very entertaining with some visual pixel tricks, a great soundtrack, delightful nostalgia, a fast-paced ante-upping narrative set in the backdrop of the Soviet Union and an adorable Taron Egerton in the middle of it all. Honestly, I’m shocked at how much I digged the Tetris movie!

8) GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 3 - Marvel is evidently in a rut, but a rare bright spark in recent memory was the final instalment of James Gunn’s take on the fun dysfunctional space family. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 is a wonderful ride, bringing lots of great humour, character dynamics and emotion, and gets you hooked on a feeling…one last time. Oh, and Gunn finally managed to properly show Nathan Fillion’s face in a Marvel movie, and that in itself is a win!

7) MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: DEAD RECKONING - PART ONE - Tom Cruise - what a guy! I mean yes he’s a Scientologist, has a constant death wish by breaking his ankles on film sets and also guilty of jumping on Oprah’s sofa like a monkey, but my my is he a charmer! You guys know the drill with these Mission Impossible movies - Tom Cruise throws his body around like a potato fearing not for his life nor broken limbs, but you have to respect the man for wanting to give the audience their tickets’ worth of entertainment, and Dead Reckoning not disappoint! There’s never a dull moment, the action is constantly inventive and exciting, and honestly with how consistent the quality of these films are, I say keep ‘em coming, Cruise-man!

6) DREAM SCENARIO - Anyone who knows me knows how much I love me some Nicolas Cage! The guy’s an acting legend, and he’s had it rough a decade ago when he got stuck paying off hi tax money and starring in crappy B-movies, but recently he’s been on a hot streak of great original content, and Dream Scenario adds to that. I love this idea of a random dude suddenly appearing in people’s dreams for absolutely no reason. It’s so rare to have a new original conception in a film in our day and age, and the execution here is great. As a bonus, the movie features possibly the best fart joke in the history of the cinema.

5) OPPENHEIMER - On one had this is probably the most “well-made” movie of 2023 cinematically speaking. Christopher Nolan does not hold back in using his typical non-linear way of storytelling, with the film weaving narratives and different time periods seamlessly as it explores the profound depths of a man who’s actions altered the world’s trajectory forever, for better or worse. It’s an incredible historical piece of cinema, and the movie gets extra points for the whole ‘Barbenheimer’ phenomenon, but the reason this film is not higher on the list is due to the fact that I believe it is overrated. Cause every single person raved about how bloody amazing this thing was, I became tired of the positivity. Yeah, I know, I’m being a Scrooge but what you gonna do about it?? Oppenheimer is stuck at No. 5!

4) KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON - When a movie forces you to stay in the cinema for over 3 hours, it better be one epic film, as your man here was straining his bladder to health threatening levels. However this is a Martin Scorsese picture, as such this is event cinema! And this one may be up there with one of his best. Killers of the Flower Moon is a major saga of greed, murder, corruption and despair, told through the eyes of a filmmaker who somehow is still managing to mature more as a director even though he’s already over 80 years of age.

3) THE HOLDOVERS - The Holdovers is very much a vibes movie. It has that old-timey retro feel to it from how it is shot to make it look like it’s from the 70s (reminiscent of John Hughes films and Dead Poets Society). You also have the constant snow falling and the Christmas music just really delivers that cozy winter feel. It’s a wholesome Christmas movie through and through. Paul Giamatti gives a career-best performance and the writing is absolutely stellar, as such The Holdovers is destined to become a holiday classic.

2) BEAU IS AFRAID - A. 3-hour long anxiety attack that A24 spent $30 million to produce. For a movie studio to spill out such a massive amount of cash on a completely original IP that is divisively out-there and wild is such a unique thing to happen in Hollywood in this day and age, that like the film or not this act needs to be applauded. It just so happens that Beau Is Afraid is batshit bonkers and truly an act of madness, yet one that I will forever cherish. I bet David Lynch had the biggest hard-on when he watched this movie - you betcha!

1) SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE - Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse is, put simply, brilliant! It’s everything that made Into the Spider-Verse great dialled up to 1000%, and the result is honestly fantastic. Look, I watch a lot of movies. And yeah, movies are great and I love them deeply. But in watching so many films I have in a way lost that magic of being in awe every time I go to the cinema. Cliches and repetitiveness in films stick out like sore thumbs. However with Across the Spider-Verse I felt like a kid again, purely stunned in amazement at every single frame, engaged with the characters and story-line, not knowing where it will go next. Like I cannot reiterate how much fun I had watching this movie! The animation is phenomenal, the narrative so rich, a pulse-throbbing music score (I even have Pemberton’s score on vinyl now just cause I love it so much!) superb character development and so many fun and unexpected twists and turns. Across the Spider-Verse is THE movie of 2023 for me and I believe this is the first time ever an animation took a top spot on my list. Here’s hoping Part 3 of the Spider-Verse saga will play out like The Return of the King!

There you have it - my favourite films of 2023. Naturally I don’t expect my list to be the same as yours, so don’t go throwing a tantrum if I missed out a movie you loved. Or do throw a tantrum, see if I care. But also don’t, cause like we’re all friends here, right? Right??!

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prosperowrites · 1 year

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Walker Texas Ranger is an absolutely bonkers show, and I don't know if people ever really talk about that.

Like you look at it and you think it's just "Chuck Norris is a cowboy who karate kicks criminals," and granted a lot of the episodes are that.. the ones that aren't, well, that's a different matter entirely.

There's an episode where a gang from China find an ancient statue, and it gives them magical chi powers (Uncle Iroh was a guest star in the episode).

There's an episode where a child with psychic powers lives in a facility overseen by a talking AI and Walker has to deal with the evil company testing on him.

There's an episode where a group of monks visit a kid who is a reincarnation of their spiritual leader to keep him safe from an old enemy who wants to kill him. The kid also has magical powers.

There's an episode where a little girl gets shot by gangsters in a drive by, and a literal biblical angel saves her from death.

There's an episode where Walker is stranded in the wilderness, and he gets attacked by a giant mountain man who looks like Nemesis from Resident Evil, and is saved by a grizzly bear he befriended.

If you end up watching an episode you gotta flip a coin on if it's gonna be 'crime procedural' or 'Power Rangers but with cowboys.'

#walker #walker texas ranger #chuck norris #tv #tv show

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ditzydreamsss · 8 months

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a man has

"a man has fallen into the river in Lego city!" slkkimmmkkkkkle reported on the news, wearing jorts.

"looks like...." gronzly pwuwuays anime smirked and anime laughed and anime smirked again cause he's cool. "it's a job for............."

drumrolls played and suddenly the national anthem of pudding started playing in trumpet. that's right. it was schlatt- wait, schlatt?

schllkat was making out with the giga pudding and probably doing more disgusting things with it but I won't describe it to save all your souls. "PUUUU-DIIII!! PUUU-DIIII!!!!" the great puddi puddi cried out, suspiciously like a moa-

im sorry. let's move on.

"WHAAAT? WHAT IN THE GLOOPIN GLOOPERS IF THAT?" sllmmmmkkkdkkdikdkkckckckcile shouted, brains exploding from the pure shock of being blessed by the sight of- that's right- JORTHULU. the new of jearth rose from the river, lifting up the man (condi) and saving him.

cumdickfiction (imsososorry) came ashore and became a religious man this day. worship jorthulu.

butt. but there was darkness leaking on the shadows. omae wa mou. shindeiru.

NANI?!

THATS RIGHT. THE RIGHTEOUS GOD (of anime) ROSE FROM HIS DEPRESSION WEEB CORNER AND CHALLANGED JORTHULU TO THE BATTLE OF GODS. the winner would get the title of "haha lmao noob I won you didnt haahahahhaha". truly the greatest title of all.

the battle was a battle not of fighting. no blood shall be spilled from this duel. no- this was the duel of FUCKIN' RAP BATTLES BABYYYY!!

"JORTHULUUU!! JORTS, JORTS JORTSJORTSJORTSJORTSSSSSS!!!!!!" Jorthulu cried out in powerful shouts. "JORTS, SORTS, YORTS, MORTS! RICK AND MORTY, TOM AND JORTY!!!!"

the cry rang out for miles. it seemed impossible anything would defeat tit.

Sweat dripped from Griowozly's forehead, lips pressed into a think line and hands clutching nervously on both sides of him. He took a hesitant step backwards, suddenly regretting everything he'd ever done. What if all the training he did was useless? The singing of jorthulu was so strong, ten thousand people were already lured into the cult. Dammit. Why does the world have to be so cruel?

No. No, Grizzly, you're NOT ALONE!

what....

It's me, bizwii, uwu!!!!! I believe in you Grizzly. or something. I know that we can with our power of uh, the script got ripped up hold on- WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, WE CAN DO ANYTHING! Was- was that good? Can I have Beewee back now-

................yes. that was right. How could he have forgotten?? of course......

"HAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! YOU MAY HAVE YOUR SONGS AND YOUR CULT, BUT I HAVE THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP ON MY SIIIIIIIDEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!" Grizzly declared, raising his hands up.

sir condifiction snapped out of his trance. grizzly was right, who the hell cared about this random fake god? FRIEDNSHIP WAS THE REAL KEY!! Condi transformed into his god self, with cracks of time and space flickering around him and with a KA-CHANG, he brought out a portal gun from tommyinnit's forgotten portal gun mod video.

and there was THUDS. THUD, THUD, THUD, VROOMMMM!!! A STORM OF ANIME GIRLS WERE COMIGN HIS WAY!

"Stay grizzly!"

"I love you grizzly!"

Wiping off his nosebleed, gronzy pways used his simp powers to collect a ball of energy like anime.

"You forgot about one thing, Jorthulu. You were so hungry for power, you went to the evil and forgot about friendship."

Grizzly smirked.

"The most important thing. Friendship and trust."

With that, the screen was blinded by a white flash and the dark mode users lost their sight forever. however, they were not all lost, for they still heard this:

"Thank you, my friends. Together, we can do anything."

"...So where's my five bucks?"

#i forgot about this #grizzlyplays #condifiction #charlie slimecicle #giga pudding #wait what happened to schlatt #where did he go #what the fuck #i think it was 3 am when i wrote this about halfway #the second half was written by me procrastinating #the council #jort storm #jorthulu #ditzy scu corner

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foulfirerebel · 1 year

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Red Dead Redemption 2 things I find funny and interesting (Spoiler warning)

You can, and will, kill the KKK in this game. You get positive Honor for doing so. It also feels good to do.

There was this really annoying, eugenics spouting fellow in Saint Denis, right? At first, had Arthur diss him and he ran off. Had Arthur punch him and no one did anything to stop me or even call the sheriff. So, he shows up a third time? Shot him in the head. Aside from a few gasps at the gunfire? No police. That is intentional.

The fishing. Say whatever the heck you will about the hunting, but if you follow me on Twitch you know I've spent hours on the fishing. I just find it relaxing, especially when the sun rises or sets in game.

Running away from a gun fight because a huge, fuck off Grizzly Bear decided to barge in. Had that happen a couple times.

There's a giant Arthur and later John can talk to. Never got that to trigger.

Aliens exist. You can see their UFOs over you in two different places.

I've been kicked by my horse for forgetting what button is the mount up button before. It's funny.

Never start a fight in Van Horn, especially not in the saloon. You will end up fighting the entire town. Source: me on more than one occasion.

There's a giant snake carcass by Pleasance. Its presence is never explained or remarked upon, and there's likewise a giant snake mound. Despite this, there is no giant snake to hunt. This angers me, given you can hunt this massive alligator that tries to eat Arthur in one story mission.

Darkness is fucking scary in this game, especially when you can't see two feet in front of you when it rains/storms at night. Especially if a cougar, a pack of wolves, the Night Folk, or the Murfree Brood come after you.

Ambushes are a thing. I lost my first horse to one after they brought a gatling gun to one and couldn't recover fast enough.

The moose are massive in the game.

The treasure hunts are really annoying without a guide.

FUCK. MICAH. BELL. He shoulda died twice over and I'm glad he got shot a whole bunch in the epilogue. Fucking traitorous POS.

The Epilogue is a lot better than Red Dead 1's by virtue of giving you more to do, and also provides more of a better ending to the Van Der Linde gang.

The Mysterious Stranger appears again in the game. He has a house in the swamp. Visit it as John or late game as Arthur.

Always donate to the blind man on the side of the road.

As John, in the area where Red Dead 1 takes place, there was a house that just exploded randomly. Looking it up, it appears to be because of the boiler.

The serial killer quest.

Seriously, the serial killer quest is one of the examples of the most horrifying quests in a game like this since you see the victims are decapitated or worse. Getting to put him down was satisfying.

I played Arthur as an honest man according to my friend. Helped people where I could, spared folk instead of killing them outright, paid my dues, etc. That felt a heck of a lot better than trying to be evil.

I prefer 2 over 1 overall, but one complaint I do agree with is the idea that it's too simulator based in some areas. I prefer the duels of 1, the hunting and skinning of 1 (takes too long in 2), liar's dice in 1, and the inventory having of 1 over 2. That said, 2 is better at everything else: story, characters, character development, interaction with the world feels better, the fishing, etc.

2 made me cry harder than 1 did, especially when Arthur contracts TB.

Speaking of which, Arthur contracting TB is just one big sad fest all the way through.

The strangers you meet in 2 feel like they have more impact on me than in 1. The doc trying to show the electric chair, the serial killer, the blind man, the injured veteran, the veteran you help and get a good horse from, the nuns you can help in Saint Denis, etc.

Heck, just being able to see stories to completion: the widow who you can visit repeatedly, the scientist obsessed with creating life (who succeeds, you can find the robot), the runaway couple from the Braithwaite storyline, might be others I've forgotten.

Just...all the characters involved from Arthur to Sadie to Abagail to John to Charles, everyone gets something to do and that's awesome to me.

Heck, just the idea that this is about a family having a major break up and falling apart.

The music.

Seriously, the music. Either the vocal tracks or the instrumentals. Could listen to it for hours.

If anyone would like to add on to this, please do. I've probably only scratched the surface despite having beat it.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 spoilers #one of my favorite video games in recent memory #video games #long post

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sunsrefuge · 1 year

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I send... more blorbo questions! Not for the ranking ask just in general for rotating your ocs in your head. Which animals if any do you associate with your beebs? Is it vibes, symbolism, astrological, appearance similarities? (@uselessidiotsquad)

I HAVE SO MANY OF THESE. THIS IS SUCH A CAN OF WORMS. THANK YOU !!! <3 <3 <3 GIVING U PLATONIC SMOOCHES AND HUGS AND BRINGING U BLANKIES AND SNACKS AND TEA !!!

Not everyone will have banners, but I'd like to use them for those that do !! ♥

Liifa - SNAKES !!! SNAKES SNAKES SNAKES !!! He LOVES reptiles, his favorite snake is the King Cobra, i NEED to get him the snake skyscale so so so bad !!! If this man EVER got a tattoo it'd be of a snake! he loves them so much! But also for vibes :) and symbolism!!!

Snakes have been associated with some of the oldest rituals known to mankind and represent dual expression of good and evil.

Liifa has always had this vibe of constantly balancing opposite energies: He's devout to Kormir and her teachings, and yet is bonded to the Binding, a book of Abaddon's. They have similarities in knowledge and secrets, but opposing energies in terms of intent! I also love seeing snakes on The World tarot cards, due to things like ouroboros and their symbolism involving shedding old skins and growing into a new one!! He's a very adaptive little man and i love him with all of my heart <3 <3 <3

Eliana - Dragonflies! her gun is even named Dragonfly in game :3 that's why im using this banner version kfjdhfkjd

Dragonflies symbolize maturity, growth, looking for deeper meanings, and living in the moment.

In a lot of cultures, they're also seen as good luck! :D the fun part is that while Liifa overtly adores snakes, Eliana's indifferent about dragonflies! Yet she gets associated with them a lot!! While trapped in Gandara, Aurene sends her a vision via a starry dragonfly landing at her window - and again! her gun!! is named Dragonfly!! I also love love love to think that she either has or gains dragonfly wings eventually, maybe when she gets connected to Aurene officially even, so they're things she can hide if she wants! but yes !!! Dragonflies !!!

Khozzak - White rabbit!! they symbolize good luck very often, and i think its funny given how many near-death experiences he's gotten out of!!!

White rabbits are symbols of love, tenderness, and inner power. In general, rabbits are considered lucky animals, but white rabbits are symbols of good luck and impending opportunity.

this started because his ears make me think of bunnies kfjshkfjsd the joys of asura <3 but !! he gets iced!! and ironically HAS the song White Rabbit on his playlist dkjfhkjdf Khozzak + bunny symbolism is just the gift that keeps on giving !!! he's got rabbit art on his pinterest board for these reasons too lmao kajshdks

Vesnia - BEAR CAT MODE !!!

Bears are large and powerful animals. They represent strength, protection, bravery, and empowerment. Both brown and grizzly bears are loyal mothers, fierce protectors, and strong warriors. Bears symbolize a connectedness with the earth, and a protective, strong energy.

Bears !!! Big fluffy momma who'll kill you for messing with her cubs :D she's very protective And very down to earth!! She's very very "talk things out first," which is... easy convincing since she's a max height charr and most people dont wanna provoke that, but ahgskfhg !!! alkhfalksjhfdsf !!! BEAR !!!

Qlikk - specifically Eastern Dragons!!!

In East Asian mythologies the dragon retains its prestige and is conceived as a beneficent creature. The Chinese dragon, lung, represents yang, the principle of heaven, activity, and maleness in the yinyang of Chinese cosmology.

he's a Celestial now too so like !!! listen !!! LISTEN !!! YOU GET IT !!!

Phoenix - ...do i gotta? like. you Know what i'm about to say.

The phoenix is an immortal bird associated with Greek mythology (with analogs in many cultures such as Egyptian and Persian) that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor.

She has amnesia !! She's rising from her own ashes !! AND IN PATH OF FIRE !! SHE DOES SO. LITERALLY. YOU KNOW !!!! YOU GET IT !!!! and EVERY time she "rises" she just gets better and better at what she does !! she's HERE and she's STAYING and GOOD LUCK TAKING DOWN A PHOENIX !!!!

Bjiattu - OCTOPI !!!

The blue-ringed octopus is a symbol of transformation, resilience and power. It has been around for millions of years, adapting to its environment and thriving despite its small size.

hehe :) she. sharkrat !!! also Bjiattu's a ranger and her forever-pet (he's undead just like her ♥) is Mizzen, a blue-ringed octopus!!! Also all those stories of like, octopi getting out of their tank and throwing ONE bad shrimp from a whole bucket,, matches her level of pettiness <3 ksjfKFJHSDF

IM GONNA... STOP MYSELF THERE I THINK <3 AAAA I DO NEED TO FIGURE OUT MORE OF THESE BUT I LOVE !!! I LVOE !!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING !!!!

#in order of appearance:#c:Liifa #c:Eliana of Dusk #c: Khozzak #c:Vesnia Swiftreign #c:Qlikk #c:Phoenix Rosemary #c:Captain Bjiattu #thank you so much for the ask !! <3 #SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP !!! THANK YOU SOOOOO SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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mrspeetamellark · 2 years

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Mockingjay MC

An Everlark Motorcycle Club Drabble

Katniss tugged on the hem of her skimpy leather skirt, attempting to lengthen it so she could maintain some level of modesty. She glanced down at the black fishnet tights and stripper heels she wore and grimaced, hating how cheap she looked and felt.

I look like a whore. Unfortunately, that’s not too far from the truth. It’s not like I have any other options, though. It’s this or starve to death, and I’ll do anything to stay alive, for Prim.

After her father’s death and her mother’s unexpected departure, Katniss had yet to find a way to make a living for herself. Her mother was a junkie who had abandoned her and Prim in the throes of grief, leaving Katniss as the only person left to put food on the table.

Prim was barely eighteen, and was in medical school on a full scholarship, so she was taken care of, however Katniss had no way to support herself after having been let go from multiple jobs.

At least Prim is doing well. As long as she has what she needs, I really don’t care what happens to me.

After Katniss was evicted from her sad excuse of an apartment, her next door neighbor Johanna suggested an opportunity that could help her out temporarily, while she got back on her feet.

“It’s called the Mockingjay MC,” Johanna told her. “They’re a one-percenter motorcycle club that owns several local businesses, both legit and illegal in nature. They’re looking for a few new club girls to help out around the house, taking care of chores and… whatever else the members might need, if you catch my meaning. I was a club girl for a couple of years myself, back in my twenties. They’ll give you a place to live, food to eat, and a small stipend if you’re willing to do what they ask. If you go there, though, make sure you dress the part. Otherwise they’ll laugh in your face. Oh, and ask for Peeta. He’s the President.”

Katniss hadn’t wanted to resort to what was essentially prostitution, but after living in an alley in the dead of winter for a week, she had finally given in. She used her last $20 bill at the local Goodwill, thumbing through the clothing racks until she found what Johanna called ‘biker chick’ apparel.

The black corset dug into her ribs and barely allowed her to breathe, but she was willing to do just about anything for free room and board. Johanna had helped her with hair and makeup, and after a long pep talk, dropped her on the doorstep of the Mockingjay MC clubhouse.

As she stared up at the heavy wooden door outside the club’s headquarters , she anxiously took a deep breath before knocking twice.

Here goes nothing. If they don’t take me in, I’ll be stuck living on the streets.

The door opened with a bang, and Katniss gulped nervously as she took in the behemoth of a man before her. He wore some type of leather vest, and his long blonde hair and grizzly beard made him look like a Viking warrior. His blue eyes sparkled as he gave her a long, lecherous once-over, and though it took him a few seconds, he eventually addressed her.

“Are you the new sweetbutt?” the man asked.

“The new what?” Katniss exclaimed in confusion.

“Club girl, sweetbutt, club slut. It’s all the same, really. Call yourself whatever you like. Don’t matter to me as long as you get on your knees on command, darling,” he said with an evil grin.

Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she was two seconds away from running when she heard another voice.

“Leave her the fuck alone, Cato! Let her get through the door before you start harassing her,” her savior said.

Katniss peered around Cato’s imposing figure and stared in awe at the handsome, rugged man walking towards her. Like Cato, he had long, blonde hair, but he was clean-shaven, and his leather vest held a patch on the front that read “President”. He had kind, blue eyes and a smile that reassured her, despite his rough exterior.

This must be the ‘Peeta’ Johanna mentioned.

“Sorry, Prez,” Cato replied sheepishly. “I’ve been waiting awhile for some fresh meat. The washed out hags that hang out here just aren’t doing it for me anymore.”

The man Cato called “Prez” glared at him and replied, “Don’t you ever talk about our club girls like that again. They’re loyal women who take care of us, feed us, and keep us alive.”

Then, after giving Katniss an appraising look, he added, “But this one here ain’t a club girl. This one’s mine; I’m claiming her. And no one talks to the President’s old lady with anything other than respect, you piece of shit.”

And then, he punched Cato straight in the jaw.

#biker!peeta #club girl!katniss #everlark drabble #motorcycle au #everlark fanfic #mrspeetamellark writes #edit by mrspeetamellark #edit by me #everlark #the hunger games

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gofancyninjaworld · 2 years

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Not in the webcomic (end of MA arc update)

One of the questions often asked by fans is ‘when did character xyz appear in the webcomic’? I started to think about who is and isn’t in the webcomic and realised that the list is quite extensive.

As it’s quite long, I’ll start with the discussion. Basically, if a character absolutely doesn’t have to be in the story just that moment, ONE will leave them out of the webcomic. All the cool, interesting things that would add context or even just be great to explore, sorry, can’t have them – that must have been driving him crazy. Ah well, the art of great story-telling is knowing what to leave out. I salute ONE’s self-discipline.

A listing of who is who.NB: For all sections, unless the names are too awful, I’ve gone with Viz over scanslations where available.

A: Not present at all

Heroes

Armored Assistant Manager

Battery Man

Butcher

Captain Mizuki

D-Pad

Darkness Blade

Doll Master

Double Fall

Food Battler Futosu

Funeral Suspenders

Gearsper

Glasses

Grad School Graduate

Great Philosopher

Gun Gun

Hacker Net

Hyokotto and Studless

Lightning Genji

Meat Hammer

Mohican and Pineapple

Monocross

Narcisstoic

Needle Star

One-Shotter

Piko

Pink Hornet

Poison

Rabbit

Red Muffler

Shooter

Shoulderpads

Smell Master

Spring Mustachio

Surly Brothers (Angry Man, Crying Man and Smile Man)

Trap Tengu

Twin Tail

Watergun

Wild Horn

Most Tank Toppers not introduced

Good Guys

Blast's crew

Guiches

Narinki

Waganma

Sekingar

Zeimeet

The members of the HA executives appear to be differentiating themselves and developing individual personalities, with continuity from the earliest chapters, even if most of them are still unnamed.

Now named: Bushouhige (previously known as the Bearded Worker) and Jinzuren (previously known as the Bespectacled Worker).

Exma

Gobrich

Torgeva

Cautous

Police Chief Kuma and all the other police officers.

The mercenaries

The Council of Swordmasters

ALL the Super Fight contestants

Bad Guys

Cow Stomach

King's would-be assassins

Monsters

100-Eyed Octopus

170,000 Year-Old Cicada Nymph and Imago

Awakened Cockroach

Bakuzan

Black Roast

Building Booper

Demon Fan

Demonic Pugilist

Destrochloridium

Devil Executioner

Elder Centipede

Evil Ocean Water

Eyesight

Face Ripper

Free Hugger

Gameberos

Gigakigan

Gouketsu

Grizzly Nyan

Haragiri

Hotdog

Incarnation of Electric Light String

Jagaan

Junior Centipede and Venus People Trap

Lafreshidon

Machine God G4 – final pilot form

Machine God G5

Maikoplasma and Electric Catfish Man

Marshal Gorilla

Master Joe

Monster King Orochi

Nyan

Piggie Bank

Platinum Sperm

Psychos-Orochi

Rhino Wrestler

Sage Centipede

Showerhead

Sludge Jellyfish

Spiderino

Supermouse

Suppon

Surprise Attack Plum

Three Crows

Unihorn

Urokodon

Vacuuma

Vomited Fuhrer

Ugly

Withered Sprout

Zombiefied Subterraneans (victims of the real monsters rather than monsters themselves)

Insect Mine workers (again, minding their own business)

All the unnamed monsters in the Monster Association (previously there had only been 17 members)

All the monsterised martial artists

All of Puri Puri’s ‘honnies’ both before and after monsterisation

All the monsters that went to rescue Garou excepting PhoenixMan

The ugly fish monsters that attacked Amai Mask’s concert

B: Introduced in manga earlier than in webcomic

Air (webcomic chapter 95)

Blast (we're still waiting to see him!)

Bones (finally appeared in webcomic chapter 114)

Butterfly DX (webcomic chapter 95)

Chain N’Toad (webcomic chapter 95)

Crescent Eyebroll (webcomic chapter 96)

Feather (webcomic chapter 104)

Gale Wind (webcomic chapter 115)

'God' (webcomic chapter 80)

Green (webcomic chapter 96)

Heavy Kong (webcomic chapter 114)

Hell Fire Flame (webcomic chapter115)

McCoy (webcomic chapter 106)

Peach Terry (webcomic chapter 114)

Red Nose (webcomic chapter 124)

Shadow Ring (webcomic chapter 96)

Sourface (webcomic chapter 111)

Suiko (webcomic chapter 123)

Suiryu (webcomic chapter 124)

Zenko (not yet seen; explicitly mentioned in chapter 125)

C: Significantly increased in presence

This is a bit of a subjective category because there are more pages in the manga, so of course characters get to show up more! I’ve therefore looked at characters where their increased presence gives us a significantly different view of them, serves to change their character development or modifies the plot. I’m leaving Garou and Saitama out for what I hope will be obvious reasons. Your mileage may vary. :)

Bomb

Justice at last! No longer the other old man who exists for colour commentary and getting beat up, his relationship to Bang has been expanded on so we understand how integral he has been to making Bang the person he is. We also finally get to appreciate what a redoubtable fighter he is in his own right.

Death Gatling

Added: In the webcomic, all we saw of Death Gatling was him being set up as bait to draw out Garou, who obligingly attacked him. There’s so much more to his experiences, his thinking and his organisational ability that it’s not even funny.

Dr. Kuseno

Added: In the webcomic, he appeared briefly in chapter 40 and then not again until 106, and then even more briefly. In the manga, we’ve gotten to know more about who he is, how he interacts with people and what his relationship with Genos is like. We learn that he uses drones to retrieve Genos when his misadventures have gone a little too badly amiss, but isn’t afraid to show up in person.Fun little meta here. In his secondary character poll, ONE had Dr. Kuseno say roughly the following: ‘I’m going to become a semi-regular character by supporting Genos occasionally…’ Or so I used to think. But it’s actually hilarious how rarely I show up lol.“ Link. And then Murata cracked his knuckles…

Drive Knight

Added: Everything after the Alien Invasion arc. In the webcomic, he disappeared in the aftermath of the Alien Invasion and did not appear again until chapter 138. In the manga, we finally get to see how he fights, get an idea of how he thinks and see his actions regarding the Monster Association. As of chapter 93, we finally learn that he is a cyborg, making him the fourth known cyborg in the series. He’s shown in the manga that he is a very calculating and capable fighter -- he's the sole S-Class hero to have single-handedly subdued a cadre. He's also given us more of a look at his true agenda, even if we're yet to see its full extent.

Genos

Added: His tussle with Sonic aside, everything from chapter 45 - 83 is entirely new and 83 onwards is greatly expanded, showing us a much clearer view of his progression. The result of all his battles showed clearly in how he picked Garou apart, whereas in the webcomic he’d just unleashed a flurry of wild swings that’d gotten him a cracked face for his troubles. Going strictly by the webcomic, he’s mostly just there and the one day comes out and says he can fight dragon-level monsters now and you’re like 'What? From where?' In the manga, the progression past that point is so much more evident and justifiable. He has grown as a person as well, something Saitama himself has noticed (nothing like this has happened in the webcomic).

Metal Bat

Added: Seeing how he actually interacts with Zenko, which has been both heart-warming and quite important to how the story goes. Also added has been his bodyguard role with Narinki and Waganma, which led to his fighting multiple monsters and eventually with Garou. Without this, we would not have learned about his Fighting Spirit as of yet. Otherwise, his webcomic presence consisted of appearing in the Alien Invasion arc and then not at all until after the Monster Association arc for a couple of panels. So much of what makes Metal Bat a deserved fan favourite comes from the manga, not the webcomic. No explanation for his missing out on the raid was given. He’s come out to fight despite his injuries, which is to his credit.

Phoenixman

Added: From a ridiculous monster who died in a flash, Phoenixman lived up to his name, coming back again and again. He’s also proved to be a terror in another way: intelligent, deeply manipulative, and able to access a spiritual world, this monster was far too dangerous to live. Unfortunately, he was also too interesting to die. Currently depowered, we await the future depredations of... Monster Chick Man.

Pyskos

Added: Talk about a Major Villain Upgrade! She’s gone from someone with a terrifying vision and a half-baked idea to wipe out the world with a pathetic number of monsters to one of the most dangerous fiends in the series.

Tank Top Master

Added: A lot more about his relationship with his Tank Topper Army. As with Metal Bat, he’s pushed himself out of hospital to go rescue people, then get pulled into fighting. We’ve also gotten to see a relationship develop between himself and Mumen Rider, which looks to have been mutually-beneficial.

Tareo

Added: Now he is named. In the webcomic he was just the ugly kid. He used to be a random kid that Garou happened to save and chased after the monsters to rescue from their headquarters. Now, over several chapters, we see him develop a friendship with Garou, how important protecting him has been as a catalyst for developing Garou’s strength and how vital a link to Garou’s humanity he is. No longer just a morality pet, he actually gets a personality, we get to see his personality in his own right, we see his experiences through his world view and we are going to see how he develops as a character.

D: Removed in the manga

Owing to copyright issues, Goddess Glasses has been removed in favour Do-S (or Super S) and the Hotrod Brothers have been replaced by the ninjas Gale Wind and Hell Fire. In both cases, their concepts remain very similar, but ONE has taken the opportunity to greatly expand their role and integrate what they do more closely to the plot. In particular, Do-S appears to have been a great motivator for Fubuki to up her game and do something about her sister. The monster ninjas, in intervening in Sonic’s life, gave us an insight into the ninja village that Sonic came from and their fierce (if super short) battle with Flashy Flash was far more entertaining and insightful than the webcomic equivalent.

#OPM #meta #manga #characters #quite the cast!#whether good or bad characters have a lot more to do and a lot more ways to interact #and it has really shown in the story

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