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tearsofcaravel · 1 year

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Jake x (F) Reader

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18+ Warnings: Smut, just pure smut, BDSM, lots of different kinks, sub (F) reader, dom Jake

You had been seeing Jake for a few months now. You met him on a blind date, set up by your friend Josh. It took moments for you to connect. You had been dating ever since. You mostly went out or went to your place, but never his. He was very mysterious, but you enjoyed that about him.

“So babe, when can we hang out at your place?” you asked. You’d asked a few times, but he put you off every time. You were determined this time though, enough mystery.

“Uh, I thought we had plans to go out tonight,” Jake said clearly trying to get out of the situation.

“Yeah, but I’m feeling like staying in tonight, no better time to let me see your place. We’ve been dating for six months now, isn’t it time you brought me to the place that you call home? You’ve been to my house.” you said all of this knowing he couldn’t work himself out of this one.

“Fine, tonight I will take you to my place, just let me go home for a bit to clean up, ya know make it presentable since it’s your first time there,” he said sternly.

You could tell he was overly anxious, which was not like him at all. He was a man filled with confidence. This made you anxious. What was he so afraid of by taking you home? What was he so nervous about? Maybe he just wasn’t ready to open himself up to you like that? Your mind was racing, now filled with regret for forcing it upon him.

You spent the rest of the day getting ready, picking out your best lingerie, dolling yourself up. You knew he thought you were perfect either way, but you thought since it was the first time at his house you’d give him a surprise to calm his nerves.

You decided to just show up later that evening. After a few knocks on the door he answered.

“Oh hey baby, you know I was going to pick you up?” he said, opening the door the rest of the way to guide you inside.

“I know you were, but I thought this would make a nice surprise for you,” You said as you entered his perfectly tidey home. He had a nervous grin on his face he just couldn’t wipe away. There were candles lit, it smelled like sandalwood throughout the house, just like him. He even had your favorite dinner cooked, he was very thoughtful. He clearly spent all afternoon making sure that it was perfect for your visit later.

He led you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of wine and himself a whiskey. You ate and talked, his nerves seemed to be calmer now.

“So, what was the big deal about me coming to your house?” you questioned.

“Oh I don’t really know, I’ve wanted you here since the day that I met you, I didn’t want you to think I was being too forward,” he said barely above a whisper.

“Well I am very happy that you finally have me here.”

“I am thrilled to finally have you all to myself here.” he said, still barely above a whisper.

It was strange seeing his confidence move in and out, you had never seen him like this before.

You moved to the couch not long after dinner, putting on some scary movie, your favorite. He had made this night so special, all about what you wanted, doing your favorite things.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you whispered.

“Upstairs babe, second door down the hall,” he said.

You got up and found your way upstairs, for him to live alone this was such a big house you thought to yourself. You already forgot which door he said, so you had to make a few guesses before finding what you finally thought was the bathroom, but oh boy were you wrong.

You flicked on the light to find that this was not the bathroom, but what seemed to be his sex room. Your jaw hit the floor. You had been having sex with Jake and it was gentle and sweet, a little playful. But you were staring at a room full of all different kinds of toys, restraints, and much more than you had ever seen. Your stomach swirled, you had never been with anyone like this, but it lit a fire that had never been lit between your legs. You didn’t realize how long you’d been standing there until you heard footsteps. You tried to sneak out of there before he noticed, but you were too late.

“Hey babe you still up here? You oka-” he trailed off, seeing you standing in the doorway of this secret room of his. He looked like a scared puppy.

You searched for words, but nothing came out.

Finally you croaked out, “So, is this why you didn’t want me here?”

“I just didn’t want to scare you off, judging by the look on your face I was right.”

You didn’t say another word, you simply made your way to the bed without a second thought. Your legs were guiding you faster than your mind. You had no idea what compelled you to even get on the bed, something about it just excited your core.

Jake’s eyes never left you, he followed you in slowly, shutting the door, and dimming the lights. He definitely didn’t expect this of you. “Are you sure you want this, we don’t have to?”

Instead of answering him with words you got undressed, slowly revealing the dark maroon, laced lingerie set underneath. You sprawled yourself out onto the king size bed.

“If this is what you really want baby, then we have to go over a few things first, okay?” he growled into your ear, sending chills down your spine. All you could do was shake your head, you were at a loss for words, your mind was swimming with dirty thoughts, wondering what exactly was about to happen.

“So baby, a few rules before we get started, I want you to feel safe and be pleasured. #1) You’ll address me as Sir only.

#2) You must not do anything without my permission, or there will be a punishment waiting for you.

#3) These are your safewords, Don’t forget your safewords okay -Green - keep going, yellow - slower, red - stop.

#4) Understand that you have no control here

Do you understand me?”

God you were soaked, hearing him like this, seeing him like this, completely dominant over you and your body. You had no idea this is what you craved until now. “Yes Sir, I understand,” you said so innocently.

He started by kissing down your body, lingerie still barely covering you. Teasing you just a bit, wanting to get you worked up. He then moved to the side of the bed, you hadn’t noticed but there were restraints built into the bed. All you heard was a small “click” as he tied you down to the bed, sprawled out, now completely unable to move.

“What color?” he said

“Green,” the second you said it you knew you made a mistake.

He turned without warning and smacked your cheek, you loved the stinging sensation that it left for you.

“What was that now? Maybe try again?” he basically growled while standing over you, hand still raised.

“Green Sir,” you said seductively.

“Good girl.” he said with a look of pleasure on his face.

You liked that way too much, you would definitely ‘forget’ one of the rules again later.

He left you tied up while he started looking for something. He shuffled around the room for a few moments, coming back with a vibrator.

“I wanted to start you off slowly and make sure you know what you are getting into, if I get in too deep I won’t want to stop.”

He cut on the vibrator, slowly running it over your entire body, shooting sparks and tingles to your core, turning it up higher. Everything he was only making you desire him more, only making you wetter.

He finally held it over your clit, you held back the moans as long as you could, until you couldn’t help but to cry out, “Sir fuck, fuck.”

He smacked your thigh, surely leaving a handprint and took away the vibrator, “I did not give you permission to speak, you will do well to remember the rules.”

He undid the restraints around your ankles and wrists, and dragged you to some restraints that hung from the ceiling. You knew you were in for it now. He tied up your wrists, leaving your legs free to achor you to the ground. He slipped a blindfold over your eyes.

“I would hold onto something if I were you darling, now start counting.” he ordered with a devilish chuckle. You could hear him shuffle to the wall where you had seen toys hanging, but you couldn’t remember what.

“1…2….6” , you counted as the wooden paddle smacked violently against your ass. You breathed deeply, ass stinging, you wouldn’t be able to hold in your screams much longer, tears were rolling down your burning hot cheeks.

“Yellow, sir.” you cried out. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Okay princess, let’s try something else.”

He carried you back to the bed to let you rest a moment and removed your blindfold. Only a moment long enough to catch your breath.

He moved you to the floor, “On your knees now.” he demanded.

Fuck, you really couldn’t wait much longer, you needed him. You were throbbing, soaking through your panties. You helped him with his belt, a smile whipped across his face, the belt went on the bed for later. He removed his pants, revealing a large imprint of his hardened cock and a wet spot from pre cum. You took off his boxers eagerly, his cock making a slapping sound against his stomach. He was throbbing. Your mouth began to water, you couldn’t wait to taste him, you’d never seen such a beautiful cock.

“Spit on it.” he said. You obeyed, spitting on his cock, getting it nice and wet for him to fuck your face. “Open your mouth for me.”

You held your mouth wide, tongue out, looking up at him, he looked so pleased with himself. He wrapped his hand around his cock pumping it a few times before slowly entering your warm mouth, he let out a deep groan. You began working his length until he hit the back of your throat which made him moan even louder. His hands found his way to your hair, pushing you up and down. After a few minutes tears began running down your face.

“You are such a good little cock slut for me.” he moaned, his head thrown back in pleasure.

You stopped to catch your breath, “Did I tell you to stop?” he looked down angrily, smacking your cheek, the sting made you want him more. You knew you were in trouble. The stern look on his face only made you want him more, you didn’t even think that was possible. You had never wanted anyone this badly before. You needed release, but you were loving this game.

“No- no sir, I'm sorry.”

“That’s too bad.”

He reached to the bed for the belt he was saving for later. He wrapped it around the back of your head, holding both ends, forcing his cock down your throat. “No more breaks sweetheart.” That was all of the warning you got before he started slamming himself deep down your throat, his cock covered in your spit, along with your chest now. All you could hear was the muffled sounds of him slapping against you and his deep moans. You gagging on his cock made him thrust even harder down your throat. You felt him twitch in your mouth. You whimpered and whined, but that didn’t make him stop, it only made him fuck your face harder.

Tears streaming down your face as he pounded away, “You like me fucking your face, such a good whore for me.” he let out a few more hisses and moans before releasing himself down your throat, forcing you to swallow his cum. It was the best thing you had ever tasted and now you wanted more.

He gave you both a break, “You already look so fucked out, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You knew not to respond, that would result in another smack, even though you enjoyed the arousal that the sting sent between your legs.

He shoved you down onto the bed once again. Slamming open your legs, revealing that you were covered in your own arousal, it was running down your thighs. He removed your now drenched panties and your bra. Revealing all of you to him now.

He wasted no time, he began slurping it up, licking up every drop until he made his way to your throbbing pussy, you tried to raise yourself up to him, but he slammed you back down into the bed with his rough hands, reminding you who was in control. It took everything you had to hold back the moans that were begging to escape your throat. He took notice of this, “You don’t enjoy when I play with you, I thought you would enjoy this.” He loved to tease. You loved this side of him.

He could see the want and desire that now filled your eyes. Finally he gave in, he wanted to taste you so badly. He wanted to see just how long you could hold onto those sweet moans. He swirled his tongue all around you, sticking his tongue in and out of you, adding one finger, now two. He was pumping into you in a way that made it known he would have you cumming around him soon. He moved his hand up your body, making his way to your throat squeezing tightly, barely allowing you to breathe. He was making sure your moans couldn’t escape. You wiggled and whimpered underneath him. The orgasm quickly building in your stomach.

“Getting so tight around my fingers darling, are you already trying to cum for me?” he groaned out in between licks.

“Yes, fuck- oh god, Sir I need to cum, can I please cum for you Sir?” you let a few moans escape as he loosened his grip around your throat.

“Since you’re being such a perfect slut for me, you can cum for me now.”

He began working your clit, getting faster as your orgasm grew closer. You tried holding your eyes closed, but he wouldn’t allow that. “Look at me while you cum, don’t hold back on me.”

That was all it took, your eyes shot open, meeting his, and your orgasm tore through you. He worked you through your intense orgasm, you moaned and begged.

“Sir you’re fucking me so good, I’m cumming so hard for you.”

“That’s it baby, cum for me , just like that.”

You felt another, stronger release this time, it was different from any orgasm you’d ever had. You didn’t even realize what had happened, until you looked down to see Jake soaking wet, covered in your squirt.

“Sir, I’ve never done that before, I don’t know what came over me.” you said, a little bit nervous.

“Oh darling, that’s exactly what I wanted from you, that was incredibly sexy.”

You could see his cock throbbing all over again, begging to be inside of you.

“What color baby?” he asked softly

“Green Sir.”

“Good girl, now let’s see just how much more you can take.”

He began tying you down to the bed again, on your back, sprawled out. He had such a look of excitement on his face. You loved the way he looked right now in the dim lights, covered in your squirt. He grabbed a different vibrator this time, bigger. He tied it to your clit. Turning it on, low at first. He walked away, to the other side of the room. Coming back and turning it higher, leaving again, you began to wiggle, knowing you couldn’t hold back your third orgasm, already the feelings of overstimulation washed over you.

“Sir, can I please cum, please.”

“Not yet, hold it back for just a little longer,” he walked around taunting you, showing his control over you. He could leave you tied up to the vibrator for as long as he wanted.

You couldn’t help it, your orgasm came without warning, “Sir, I- I’m cumming.”

He walked over to you and watched as you worked yourself through your orgasm, screaming and begging for him, you shuddered as he placed his hand over your mouth and nose, holding your breath all together. This made your orgasm even more euphoric. Everything went dark. As you came down he turned the vibrator down to a lower setting, not off, just lower. You were squirming and moving all over from over stimulation.

“What color?”

“Green, Sir.” you cried out.

You were going to show him you could be tough and handle everything he tried to give you. He gave you a smile and turned the vibrator back up, and walked into the corner of the room. He sat down in his chair and watched as you begged for him to turn it off, you knew all you had to do was say your safe word, so you didn’t really want him to stop. He began stroking his cock while watching you in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The louder you got the harder he pumped his cock, his eyes never leaving yours, both of your heads thrown back in pleasure. As you approached your orgasm, you screamed out, “Sir, I’m going to cum, please I need your touch, I need to feel you.”

He stood up, still stroking his hard cock, making his way to you, he stood over your face as soon as you began to cum he released himself all over your face covering you in him. He let a deep roar escape from his throat. At the same time a scream escaped yours, as you came you began to squirt all over the bed again. His eyes widened as he watched you cry out. He wanted to drink you up.

“Red, sir.” you barely whimpered out.

He didn’t say a word, he turned off the vibrator, untied your wrists and ankles. Giving you time to get some water and catch your breath. Gently running his hands over your body, through your hair, soothing you. He gave you a little longer to catch your breath this time.

“Ready to start again baby?”

“Yes sir, green.” You couldn’t wait to have him inside of you, filling you up.

He didn’t tie you down this time, he laid you down onto the bed, making sure you were comfortable. He licked up your slit a few times, pulling a few broken moans from you. He ran his throbbing cock in between your slit, coating himself in your slick. He slowly entered your drenched cunt, halfway in you, giving you time to adjust to the way he was stretching you out so sweetly. Almost instantly after you let out a moan, he slammed his full length into you. This drew out scream after scream from you and moans from him.

“Oh fuck, Sir, you’re fucking me so good, more, more.” You pleaded

“Are you sure you can take more?”

He roughly flipped you over onto your stomach, never taking his cock out of you.

He pounded into you mercilessly, the sting of him stretching your cunt so wondrous. Both of you breathing hard, soaking in each other's lust. He smacked your ass brutally, the already tender skin from your punishment earlier, bruised and red. The room was filled with the sound of your skin smacking together, your screams and moans. You were so overstimulated that only incoherent mumbles and moans escaped your throat. Jake wrapped his hand around your throat, his other hand gripping your hip, pulling you into him as deep as possible.

“Sir, may I please cum on your cock?” you moaned out.

“Yes, you’re being such a good cock whore, taking me so well, cum all over me baby.”

He stuck his finger into your already open mouth, then reached down to stimulate your clit, he slowly circled it. Making you fall into a deep state of pleasure, he followed by letting out a cry along with you and covering your walls with his cum, filling you up. As you both rode out your high, he slowly removed himself from you, his cum spilling out of you. You reached down to scoop his cum up with your fingers as it dripped from your pussy, raising your cum covered fingers to your mouth, tasting his sweetness. It tasted like a sweet mixture of you both. He let out a small whimper from seeing this. You both laid in silence for a while, you were both exhausted.

“I should’ve brought you home much sooner,” he snickered.

“I’m just glad you finally did, you’ll be having a hard time trying to get me to leave,” you said, rolling on top of his bare body.

“Who said anything about you leaving?”

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justme315 · 1 year

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Tiny best friend 1/?

Hello! It's my first post and english is not my first language so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!

Next part:

!Warning!

fear, angst, mention of death/torture, vore mention, reffering to a person as an "it", mention of killing

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Jake was a borrower, a tiny person, just around 4 inches tall. He was one of thoese living outdoors, surviving on his own. He was just a teenager, hardly ever 18, yet doing great on his own. Or so he though. In short terms he was very lonely and got a chance from life - he found an herb that would make him grow to human size for a few hours, length depending on the amount consumed. That's how he meet Lucas. Lucas was a human boy, same age as him. They became friends very fast and after 4 months Jake was spending most of his days at Lucas's house. Of course his best friend didn't know his secret as borrowers that were found were kept captive as pets and mainly abused or killed. He knew he could trust his Lucas, they were like brothers even if they didn't know echother for long, but it was still terrifying to reavel the truth. But he loved his best friend, trusted him and wanted to be honest. That's why he decided to reveal who he really was..

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Jake and Lucas were playing video games as usual.

"No!" yelled Lucas as he lost again "I'm the one who though you how to play and now you're beating me every time. It's not fair!"

"I'm just amazing" Jake smiled, trying not to burst out laughing at his friend's frustration.

"Yeah right" Lucas rolled his eyes "shall i get my revange?"

"well, maybe later actually. I'd like to talk about.. something..." Jake sat up and took a deep breath.

"What? Why so serious all of sudden?" Lucas sat up with a worried expression. He didn't like when Jake acted like that. Sure, the boy was tense most of the time as he seem scared of like- everything- but Lucas got really worried seeing Jake looking like there was something really bad going on.

"It's just.." Jake tried his best to stay calm. Really. He trusted his best friend and loved him so much, but the though of reaveling all that was really scary nonetheless. "What do you think about borrowers?"

"Borrowers? Oh- you mean tinies." Lucas looked at him confused for a moment. Jake nodded. "Is it all about? Really you're stressed up talking about some kind of pets? Bro you scared me" the boy signed.

"Pets..?" Jake whispered. Lucas looked at him strangely. Oh God talking about that was a mistake - the borrower though.

"Well i mean.. they're pretty cool I guess. I've heard they're quite intelligent pets, but like… they're really fragile. I wouldn't buy a pet when I couldn't play with it. Like fine, it's only 20 bucks so after I play around with it I could just buy another one but I just don't like the idea. They seem weird. Like, don't get me wrong, they can be fun, one of my classmates took his tiny with him to class and we played with the thing and it was fun but you know, they're loud, they make noises scream-a-like and we hardly did anything and it died. It sucked, we had to give the guy 5 bucks eatch for like 10 minutes of little fun. I mean, it's cool, but when they die, it can be a mess, one of my buddies' shirt got ruined by its blood. As pets, i don't really like them. But i heard they make meals of them! There's even a restaurant near my school where you can eat them alive! I think that would be so cool, i don't really like raw meat but that sounds really fun to do with friends. Like, imagine that, feeling like a real predator hunting the thing and having it moving in your mouth and maybe even stomache if you don't chew on it. I'm really keen on that but never any of my friends wants to go and-"

"Stop" Jake mumbled through his tears. "Please." He was shaking like a leaf. He trusted Lucas - he believed he would never hurt anyone. He thought of him as his best friend, but he was just a cold-blooded murderer. A monster. Jake stood up. He had to get out before he breaks down. Their friendship has just come to an end.

"Bro, what's wrong with you?" Lucas asked, worried.

"You're a monster."

"What..?" Lukas panicked. "Come on bro, what's your problem?" But Jake didn't answer. He grabbed his things and left the room, heading for the front door. Luke ran after him.

"Jake, what the hell is up with you?!"

"I don't want to see you ever again," he finally replied, tears streaming down his face. Lucas looked at him heart broken.

"Jake... please, what happened? We're best friends," he pleaded, stepping closer, but Jake just stepped away. He was scared. Terribly scared. He didn't know who was standing in front of him. He didn't know Lucas anymore. It wasn't the cute, kind boy who found him, or the boy who gave him the love and affection that made him feel like he belonged somewhere, that he had a family. It wasn't him. He was a cold-blooded monster, a killer, someone who would hurt him if he saw him in his true form.

"Trusting you was a mistake" he said in a shaky voice, letting more tears roll down his face. He turned to leave, but Lucas grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Jake, please calm down. Talk to me" Jake looked at Lucas. The human looked very worried and tears were forming in his eyes. Jake couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing loudly. Lucas didn't understand what was happening but nothing on earth could take his best friend, no, brother away from him. They were too close to never speak to echother again. Lucas spread his arms out offering a hug.

"Is touch okay?" He asked politely, because surely they both needed a hug.

"No.. not now" He wanted to say - no, never - but he couldn't bring himself to.

"It's okay" the other boy said, looking a little sad. "Let's talk about it all"

"NO! We can't- I-You- I have to-" Jake panicked, not wanting to continue this nonsense. It was wrong all this time. It was wrong to even turn into a human-a-like size, to speak to a human, to trust a human. He regretted his decisions. However, he couldn't help feeling terrible, a sense of betrayal, he loved Lucas and he turned out to be a completely different person than he had imagined. Jake loved someone who didn't exist. He liked the imaginary version of Lucas.

"Jake, please," Lucas whispered. Jake could tell that all Lucas felt right now was confusion, fear, pity, and pain. He didn't like that expression.

"I'd like to leave now" he said coldly, wiping his tears.

"Jake please, what the hell is wrong? Can we forget- I mean, let's just chill"

The borrower wanted to forget. He did. He also wanted to answer. But he felt a feeling that made him stop in his trucks. He only took a bit of the special herb because he wanted to reveal who he really was. Shit. He realised he could become tiny any moment now. He paled. Oh hell, not here, not now, anywhere but here. He was next to the person who would kill him if that happened. He wanted to run, to hide, to do anything, but he couldn't. Fear freezed him.

"Jake, I'm begging you, we need to explain this calmly.." Lucas took a deep breath to calm himself down. Meanwhile, Jake had a panic attack. He was about to shrink. He didn't know if he would change if he did twitch. He couldn't even breathe, Lucas noticed.

"What's happening?" he asked timidly and gently, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. Jake panicked and immediately pushed Lukas away with all his might, taking a few steps back himself. He panicked when he realized he was shrinking. He narrowed his eyes tightly and after a moment he felt that the pain and tension that bound him disappear. Usually it was a pleasant feeling, but not this time. Now he was afraid to open his eyes. He was scared to say at last, he was terrified. As soon as he heard a gasp that was way too loud, he realized it had happened. He shrunk before Lucas's eyes. He opened his eyes uncertainly and looked up. Too high. Lucas was too high up. It was hard for Jake to breathe, and his body began to tremble. Lucas stood there, being gigantic, staring down at him with wide eyes. Another tear rolled down Jake's cheek.

Lucas smiled.

Oh fuck.

#giant/tiny #g/t angst #gianttiny fearplay #g/t fearplay #gt related #gt community #size difference #g/t writing

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huntinglove · 4 months

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Can we have a little drabble about finn and jake meeting with ocean Princess and Ice king?

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!! This was super fun to write, I hope you'll enjoy :DD

It was just another night in the Ocean Kingdom, the princess admiring the surface from underwater, watching as the penguins above swam and played.

That was, until a familiar abrasive voice squawked above, telling off the penguins and calling them inside. When silence and still waters overtook the surroundings, Ocean Princess slowly poked her head out of the water, scanning the scenery for the wizard she often observed from afar.

Noticing his absence, the royal decided to take the time to investigate the ice kingdom. With all it's usual residents hidden inside a tall icicle castle, things were unsurprisingly quiet. A few snowmen and half finished sculptures were scattered around.

Meanwhile, Ice King sat at his throne, chronically bored as usual. As the penguins enjoyed a meal and played with various items littering the floor, the wizard took a moment to look out the window, expecting the same snowy view as usual. Today, however, a blue figure explored the cold surroundings.

Ice King leaped from his seat, overjoyed with something, someone, new around. The wizard flew down from his window, catching the princess' attention as he suddenly landed in front of her.

"I knew someone would show up eventually!! What's your name, sweetheart?"

Having been caught off guard, the royal tilted her head in confusion as she introduced herself.

"I'm... Ocean Princess. What's your name?"

"A princess?! And you came here all on your own? I'm flattered!"

Before Ice King could tell her his name, he quickly bound her wrists in a block of ice, using his magic. He quickly scooped up the princess, flying off with her in his arms, straight into his palace.

Ocean Princess had seen this behavior multiple times before, sneaking off from her shores to watch the strange wizard that was the talk of Ooo. Other princesses were terrified of the man, while she was simply curious, hoping for something to break off her monotonous routine, and it seemed like today was the day her questions would be answered.

Once inside, Ice King let go off the royal, allowing her to stand on her feet once again. He seemed slightly puzzled as she didn't scream or run away, instead she simply watched the sparkly ice and furniture surrounding them.

"Aren't you... Sacred? This is usually the part where most princesses try to play hard and start screaming for help!"

"You don't seem very scary, honestly."

A small smile showed up on the princess' face. Soon enough, she noticed the icy cage on the corner of the room, decorated with some furniture and leftover pizza. Fluidly shrinking her width just enough to slip past the bars, she looked back at Ice King with a curious look, standing inside the cell.

"What's this?"

"That's my gest room! Sorry for the mess, I didn't have any time to clean up!"

The comment made the royal giggle, making the wizard even more confused. Walking cautiously, he opened the cell's door so he could get closer to the water-made lady. As quickly as a flick of a light switch, the man's nervousness melted away.

"Wow!! You haven't even tried to run away yet! Does that mean we're a couple now?"

The question caught Ocean Princess off guard, instantly making her cheeks flush as words failed to leave her lips. Before she could answer, a loud crash made both of them turn their heads.

A young boy, wielding a sword, and a golden dog stood on the other side of the room, angry expressions on both of their faces.

"Ice King! Let her go!"

Finn said before jumping through the open cell door and instantly hitting the wizard, who didn't have time to respond to any of it. Meanwhile, Jake wrapped his arms around Ocean Princess, pulling her out of the window as Finn quickly hopped on his back, before Ice King had time to react.

"Wait-"

Before the royal could finish her sentence, the heroes had already made their way out of the ice kingdom, taking her along. The princess remained speechless throughout their travel back to the shore.

#✯ lovely asks #✯ let me tell you a story #❥ the ice king's princess

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cult-of-dollbabies · 1 year

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Alright here's some thoughts on s2 ep5, spoiler warning

I had to rewatch/skim through it this morning bc the fight scene gave me such secondhand embarrassment that it literally fucked up my processing and the whole time I was like 😀 is this real.

Watching it again was fine but dear god the puppetry.. Anywho, the moments with Lexi and Nadine were my favorite by far, Nadine drawing a relation to assure Lexi she's safe to come to,, "you know how moms are, they do their best to make you happy, right?" And this is what made Lexi come out, she knows some things about neglectful mothers, and losing a parent, I think that in a way she wanted to be there for Nadine, too. They're there for each other despite hardly knowing one another, and yes Lexi seems to still have bully tendencies but I think Nadine will influence her development in being better, and especially her recovery. Nadine lightening the mood, helping her collect the pills and flush them was so tender and a huge step, if I'm being honest I shed a few tears, I love them sm (also Nadine autism real)

Love how hard it is to tell if Scout (or good chucky.. since thats rlly the name theyre settled on) is faking or not. Hes raised some red flags, he still has impeccable aim w/ blades, saying sum creepy shit in a suspiciously childlike manner, (i know this is the same as the last ep but this time it almost feels emphatic) Chucky is known for his manipulation and hiding in plain sight tactics, if it turns out it was all an act, can't say I'd be too surprised, "like I finally figured out what I'm for" was actually quite eery.

...that being said I am NOT immune to chucky manipulation this was fucking CUTE

Cant wait for Father Bryce to die, sister Catherine's the only one with sense clearly, that's all I have to say about that

I'm on Devon and lexis side but on the other hand I don't think Chucky could even pretend to be nice, let alone admit to finding god or something behind a closed door ( I fuckin lost it when he held the Bible up, ain't no way, and where'd he pull that from??) and also be willing to get baptized , personally i don't think hes faking but more like the brainwashing is wearing off.. like a ticking time bomb. I thought Jake baptizing him was strange at first but watching again it feels like he was only trying to help Scout feel better, like with a child, and we all know by now Jake is attached and using him to cope with losing his foster brother, (another scout-might-be-faking-and-manipulating-jake bit, the joker line) it's understandable, but dammit Jake please stop disregarding your boyfriends very real concerns! And Nadine definitely doesn't know what Chuckys capable of, yet, but I feel like she'll find out very soon.

the series feels more shocking than scary, and some of the humor between serious parts just feels too silly for me, I want to take it seriously but I can't

...now. About the end, boy oh boy, this is where I'm sour

Seen and had a couple ideas for who the hell Cornell was and its.. bald.. Russian chucky? Tf is that? I think they were trying to do a twist but it's .. so underwhelming. And as if he hasn't been through enough we come to find Andy's been.. getting tortured, for what we can assume to be a year, hes gotta be so broken, he doesn't know Kyle's alive, either. That is.. it's such a letdown, I'm so tired of seeing Andy be tormented, I'm not watching this to get sad, I prefer the theory that he was maiming those chuckys, at least that way he'd have some kind of payback and not another year worth of trauma. Im assuming Kyle, Glenda and Nica will try to find him and it cant happen soon enough. I actually lost sleep over this.. I'm serious, not in a fear or disturbed way either in a for the love of god just let him be happy for more than five seconds please kinda way :(

Hopefully it gets better, now I just want to see Andy be saved, not very ready to see the state he's in though..

#ill make other posts but writing this took me all. day.#chucky series #chucky spoilers #as always id love to hear you guys thoughts

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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27th Little Rabbit

Media Accused

Character jake Murry

Couple jake X Reader

Rating Scary

I was fearful but I knew it was merely my mind playing tricks on me in the dark fog, I was more than certain the boys were just playing a trick on me.

Even if I couldn't help my mind running on a night like this.

A right of passage they said, everyone had to do it. To talk about abandoned gardens on a foggy night, I prayed it was a wind-up but I held my knife's blade in my pocket just in case.

I'm sure once this place was beautiful with stone bridges, flower trellis, stone statues, and benches, I'm sure once it would have been a relaxing peaceful place but now the river dry and the flowers dead it merely made the hair on my neck stand on end. Spooked to my very soul with every owl hoot or twig snap. I tried just to be brave as I didn't want to seem like a wimp to everyone else I'd never hear the end of it if I did,

I stopped short as I heard a sound enough to make the strongest gym bro wet himself, a soft gentle singing.

You'd think such a song with such a sweet voice would be comforting, but here it echoed in the empty garden with a strange unearthly sound.

I got faster trying to just get out of here before I lost it, but I saw across the way a figure in white moving between the long dead trees and overgrown ivy.

"Hell no" I gulped trying to bolt back the way I came back over the stone bridge but as I reached the apex of the bridge - there stood a woman.

In a long white dress dragging on the floor with ivy, thorns and moss stuck in the dress train, the white dress seemed almost to glow her hair long with dead withered flowers woven in, a bouquet of long dead and dry flowers in her lace gloved hands. "Fuck" I gasped I rubbed my eyes trying to clear them and my stupid head but she only slowly turned to me strangely her face was beautiful like a perfect bride to be strange given how old everything on her seemed to be

"Hummm... Hello little rabbit" she chuckled

"uhhh hello" I nodded trying to remain composed

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here?"

"Ohhh uhh just uhhhh for a walk" I lied, not sure why that came out my mouth but my brain and mouth don't have a lot of communication right now

"I see, don't you know that it's very dangerous to be out this late at night" she says

"Yeah... uhhh what are you doing here?"

"I'm waiting,"

"Waiting, for what?"

"My wedding" she says turning her attention off the bridge again

"Your, your wedding?" I asked Okay either I'm losing it or she's crazy "This garden hasn't been used in years. the house attached was demolished years ago, before even my nan was born. This hasn't been open for years"

"I know"

"Then why are you still waiting?"

"he promised he'd be only a moment"

"You've waited here all this time?"

"Of course," she says turning her face back to me but this time

Her face was deathly pale, her skin rotting off her bones, and her eyes disappeared completely.

"Aaahhhhh!" I screamed falling backwards onto the stone of the bridge

"You should be careful, before this night is done you could end up in trouble unholy things walk these paths this late at night" She smirked

"Unholy things like you?"

"I'd hardly call me unholy, I am the least of your concerns here little rabbit." she says turning away her face returning to the same beautiful and normal way it was when I first saw her

"What are you?"

"The remanence of a promise forgotten. Left to rot and die like this very garden" she explained "Now you best be getting home little rabbit" she chuckled "That is your Que. to run" she giggled

I didn't wait to hear more I got up and bolted as fast as I could trying to get the hell out of there when I spotted the gate I felt a weight lift but before I could reach it I tripped and saw a steam of thorns had wrapped themselves around my leg "ahhhhhh!" I screamed as they tightened and tugged me away from the gate I dug my nails into the dirt but still, that did nothing as it slowly dragged me further away from the gates.

"I love a good chase" Her voice smirked I looked up and saw her on the bridge above me rotten and broken as the veins pulled me down into what once held the water for the garden down deep into the dark muddy hole, I screamed and cried begging anyone who could hear me for help but none came as they dragged me down further and further until the last sight I saw was her stood over me with a wicked smile before darkness as the dirt and mud rushed over my face "Nighty night little rabbit, you'll join us soon enough"

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #jake imagines #jake smut #jake imagine #jake murray #accused

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freshairforrabbits · 7 months

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Tbh you deserve this.

For circled me!Spider: 🍼🍨🍬🌹🍁🍎🍅🥕🥭🍑🧅🍋🍕🧈🍌🏵️🥃🥐🍹🍰💐🍈🍏🍐🥝🌿🌵🍸🌱🌸🧁🍩🥔

Thank you very much for all of these and I hope I was able to answer them sufficiently!!

There's a lot of the sexual grooming, Spider's unreliable perspective aspects in the Circled Me! Universe story that really leap the fuck out in these answers, so y'know, watch your steps out there everyone.

Answers for 'you circled me inside my room, i couldn't go another day' Spider from the OC interview questionnaire because fuck it, we ball 😼.

Tags: sexual abuse, incest, child abuse, medical trauma, child marriage, non-con, underage sex, victim blaming, sexual trauma, psychosexual horror, all those fictional fucking southern gothic themes, Recom Jake as his own content label

🍼 [BABY BOTTLE] What's your OC's first memory?

This is a tough one considering there's a lot of ways I could go with this, but what keeps coming to mind for reasons I cannot explain is his first solid memory being of a hospital room, of the smell, the crinkle of the bed, and the weight on his chest from a bad bout of pneumonia. That luckily his dad realized he was way more tired than usual and wasn't even interested in eating, and so he took him to the doctor just in case; which immediately had him being sent over to the ER.

It's the baby-sized IV cannula in the back of his hand, the gauze, tape holding it in place, the IV splint wrapped around it all, and the strange, scary environment, the beeping sounds, the nebulizer mask's plastic gouging at the sides of his face that launched two year old Spider into a state of awareness, this conscious sort of feeling, deeply unsettled with no words to describe it and nothing to do but hold a nurse's hand, and then his dad when he's allowed in. That he doesn't know what death is, but he knows that this is uncomfortable and it makes him cry and want his dad. And the memory sort of sticks and sticks for quite a long time, but the first time his dad slaps him it very quickly gets buried under an avalanche of smaller moments that add up very fast. Because his dad was a solid rock in that hospital, so even if the trauma was big, it didn't rock him quite like all the others, because after he came home healthier and on the mend, and with an inhaler he would have to use for quite a few years every time he did too much exercise, he seemed to drift apart again. With Spider's little brain much more online— well, it made for a situation that Spider almost wished he would get that sick again just so his dad would be right there at his side day and night like that all over.

🍨 [ICE CREAM] How does your OC compose themselves in stressful situations?

I think he does a lot of deflecting and denial, and that he'll turn his panic into anger (subconsciously) because that's what his daddy's done his whole life, and he has no one else to learn how to deal with emotions and stress from. It really does depend on the situation what he will do though, he's been through a lot of different stressors and in a lot of situations he'll resort to humor, laughing it off, and worming his way out of any tight spot with the sort of predilection cats have to get through impossibly narrow spaces. He's highly adaptable because he has to be, but not resilient, and will quickly cave under stress even if he doesn't believe he will or ever has. He would get so mad if someone pointed out how much he will avoid situations, get rid of things, and isolate himself simply to avoid said stress.

Something about traumatized kids and being fragile as fuck with a thorny exterior and the illusion of being impenetrable to keep themselves going for years and years.

🍬 [LOLLY/CANDY] What would your OC like to receive for Valentine's Day/as a token of love?

Probably one of those silly Valentine's candy grams because he's never really had the opportunity to exchange them, the schools he's been to, he's not there long enough to really make connections and he often misses chunks of school that get him dangerly close to being truant. And as a token of love just something that means a lot to a person being entrusted with him, he has stones and rocks on a shelf at home from Kiri, a little braided grass doll from Tuk, things from Lo'ak and Neteyam as well jewelry, bracelets he doesn't wear out of fear of losing them. Even the time they made God's Eyes (a votive of the Huichol), Spider keeps those hung in his room, five of them side by side on walls that are otherwise pretty bare.

Unfortunately, the tokens of love he receives now are considerably more overwhelming. Let's just say Jake buys Spider a Nintendo DSi and loves to hold over his head all the less than legal lengths he went to obtain it and bring it on their trip, pressuring him into sex on the regular because he's being so generous letting Spider break the no technology rule on the farm, in the camper, wherever they happen to be and Spider tries desperately to glue himself to the screen. Of course, Daddy's tokens of love aren't much different and just as damning/controlling meanwhile Spider wishes he was just loved like the sons he sees in his favorite films and action-thrillers where the dad keeps them all safe, keeps them going, where his dad will hold him tight and tell him he's scared to let go, but in ways that won't make his stomach do so many flips, his skin crawl, and his insides writhe.

🌹 [ROSE] Does your OC believe in true love? Why?

I think he did at one point, and maybe he thinks he knows what it is, but he never thought it was for him for a lot of reasons. That it was a storybook thing, the closest he would ever get is childish fantasies and stupid dreams where he would kiss pretty girls or pretty boys and they would make him feel safe as they slayed monsters and dragons together— the ones with blue scales, orange fire, and gold eyes, wicked, dripping teeth and long curling tongues. They would rescue him from his tower, riding off together, maybe someone even a bit older with bright eyes and dark hair and a warm smile; but he knows the love he gets from Jake and his dad is the kind of love he deserves instead. That it's the kind that makes his daddy look at him with pride more often than he ever did before. And so that has to mean something even if some part of him wants to shrivel up and disappear.

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

Summer, not that he likes the heat, but the summer is when they consistently head up to the farm and those are his favorite days, weeks, months, depending on how long they stay. He's always liked Fall as well purely for the turn in weather (although where they currently live in Florida it doesn't make much of a difference, still it gets milder and the migratory birds arrive in droves), and he thinks it might become his new favorite as for the first time he's looking forward to school starting up again, because his dad and Jake have always respected homework as an excuse to be left alone and he's hoping, praying that it will be the same. He's hoping that he can crack open a textbook and stare down it, marking shit down, highlighting it as Jake sits at his desk fiddling with shit and making conversation, being a distracting asshole until Spider throws a pillow at his head and it will all go back to the way it was where every dirty thought stayed in his head and didn't leak out into the world, infecting everything and everyone.

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

Probably his dad, and Jake by proxy of being attached to his dad— because valuing Jake is also valuing Dad. Even if it's a serious internal struggle, there's this collision course, gravitational type pull that has him wanting to do anything and everything to impress his father, atone for how he's fucked him over by fucking his boyfriend behind his back (because it's all about internalized victim blaming in Spider's head) and which his dad reminds him of more than once, starting this whole thing that day he let Jake be all over him. He values his dad's opinion, his words, his gun and its bullets and every shooting lesson, the way he wants to crawl out from under the shadow of his mother's death being the result of his birth. (He once valued Kiri very, very much, maybe even more than his dad for a while, but ultimately he found himself feeling guilty about that. That somehow he might drag her down to his level and his dad was careful to remind him that Kiri was Augustine's kid still, that she hates his guts deep down in there just like her mother, that it's a lot of pity and not much else.)

🍅 [TOMATO] How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL.

I'd say pretty fucking misunderstood thanks to his dad. There's so many people who see him and just see this mini version of Miles Quaritch and that does not help shit at all in-universe. Not to mention he is now actively pushing people away to try and protect them in ways he doesn't even understand completely, only that it's instinct, that he has to be exactly what they think he is, flawed, damaged, devil child, terrible, rude, and unpleasant, destined to be all the nasty things he's overheard about his father while never knowing the whole story. Just that he feels responsible since it all went down around the time he was born. He is lashing out, snapping, rapid fire leaping through every trauma response that his brain is desperately treading water with and Spider refuses to acknowledge that as anything but some shit he has to choke down, that everyone must've been right, he's too fucked up and there's no point trying to be anything different.

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

I'd say he's tough against things that involve physical fights, even if he gets thrown on his ass, gets punched, hit, scraped knees and elbows, he just gets back up. He's been taking hits for a long, long time and has been in quite a few scraps mostly in self-defense or from a snapping temper because of something someone said about him or his family. He's also of course been in fights and screaming matches with his dad for a long time as well, and so when confronted with that sort of violence he'll sink into wise cracking insults, falling into the familiar routine with a nasty snarl if he has to, so long as he doesn't feel helpless and out of control.

He's weak against everything to do with Jake and is easily reeled in by every hook Jake sets, because he's so starving he'll take every bit of bait and his tough facade will shatter like fucking glass so fast the moment Jake spins from friendly face to hands anywhere but kept to himself. And his dad knows how to hit him where it really hurts as well, knows how to make him feel helpless and lost and puny, and like everything is his fault, that the weights so heavy he's nothing more than a little boy with one foot in the grave who needs a shit ton of discipline and guidance to get right again.

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Rich brown like the color of the Sully kids eyes, deep gold like the farm's fields and the curls of his hair, greens that remind him of Kiri's favorite shirts and her sling bag that she carries around.

Blue represents him, blue like his dad's eyes, like Jake's, like cyan between darker stripes from another world, another time. Blue like the lake he used to float face down in wishing it would swallow everything, blue like the propane torch he watched Jake fuck around with in the garage of their last rental home when he was working on some copper piping, blue like the fresh bruises kissed into his skin once by knuckles, now by teeth.

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

It's difficult for him to afford to be kind, and it's been like that for a long time. But there is a Before and an After now, where his kindness used to be quiet moments spent shoulder to shoulder with Jake, swapping some too sweet chocolate bar and a soda as they sat on the porch and talked about anything and everything. The same with Kiri, Lo'ak, even Neteyam sometimes, where he would just do his best to listen and understand. Now, his kindness is when he does his best to pretend like everything is fine so no one has to worry; which isn't much different from before, but he's having to work so much harder and he hates it so fucking much. (Which is to say none of this is actual kindness, and there's no saying how kind Spider is truly because he's so fucking traumatized and needs years of healing to understand what it's like to be safe enough to trust the right people, let them in, and learn what kindness actually looks like beyond self-sacrifice and taking on burdens he never should have to).

🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

If anyone says his mom is dead because of him (even the barebone facts of the story, the fact she did die during childbirth), he will absolutely cry even if he has to blink super fast and scrub at his eyes to try and fight it off. Jake and Quaritch know this very well, and others have accidentally found this out by wording things about Paz poorly around him because when he's so on edge already, every tongue becomes a knife.

🍕 [PIZZA SLICE] How good is your OC at sharing? How do they share something if there's not enough supply?

If anything, he shares a little too much. At least food wise, he'll constantly try to cut his portions to make sure everyone else has more even if he's still hungry. More than ever he's giving the larger half of sweet treats and other stuff to Kiri, to Jake, even to his dad simply because he can't stomach them. And of course they'll try and offer him more in their own ways and in Kiri's case he'll eventually get mad and slink off, but with Jake and Quaritch well… they're giving him way more than he bargained for in return, and there's no getting out of it. I think in a lot of ways he's not very good at sharing Jake either— there's this weird sense of jealousy, protectiveness, something, Something, that makes it so "sharing" Jake with his dad feels like some kind of psychosexual competition that Daddy dearest is well fucking aware of. And of course Jake is, too, but he thinks there's plenty of himself to go around (he absolutely adores the fact Spider is so attached to him in this extra special way compared to Quaritch and absolutely loves to tease Quaritch about it even though Spider is devoted to his dad wholeheartedly the way altar boys are to their priests' touches. It's just that Jake… he's sooo special, right? 😼 He's not Dad, but he *is* Dad's, and that's exactly who Spider belongs to as well. Match made in super hell— or heaven if you ask Spider, but the kind of heaven filled with maggots stuffed in soft pillow nest beds.)

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

His biggest weakness is physical affection, I kept trying to think way too hard on this one, but no it's that simple! That's his ultimate weakness, and of course Kiri as his kryptonite, too, at least when on the farm because he feels incredibly responsible for her safety even when he shouldn't have to shoulder that. But that's how he operates, and it's easy to catch him in a silver wire snare the way Jake has by doing things as simple as threading his hands through Spider's hair and humming softly during their little horror film nights. His dad starts to do the same, but only as a reward after being such a good boy for him— physical affection withheld from the person Spider fucking Lives for, breathes for, and occupies his mind deeper than Jake ever will.

🧈 [BUTTER] How soft is your OC? In what sense are they soft?

He's actually incredibly soft, but he's not necessarily allowed to be. It's everything he fears, letting his guard down, letting people in, showing he cares about them too much, especially now— after he's twisted in the web of sexual abuse; after he showed how much he cared about Kiri, about his cousins, uncles, aunt, grandparents, he was too soft, he ler them see too much, he listened to them, sat too close, smiled too much and laughed at their jokes and their stories, that's how he sees it. Now he pays the ultimate price, now he knows he can't let it happen ever again.

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

Witch Hazel. Those little yellow flowers that need chilly weather to bloom and have those seeds that can snap really far away with a popping sound. In Appalachia and among different peoples of the Shaconage, the plant has been used to find many things and has been associated with the ability to in fact find anything. It's also used traditionally for external and even internal anti-inflammatories and is indistinguishable from other understory plants until fall and winter roll around.

Which is to say it shares a lot of qualities with Spider, it's a resilient plant and Spider is physically resilient as hell— he has to be, but he also blends into the background until he snaps, pops all at once. And it could be said he helped Jake and Quaritch find something, Something Horrible, and everything Spider saw coming and couldn't stop.

A y-shaped branch of Witch Hazel used as a dousing rod can find lost knives, tools, and even Daddy's gun if the right intent is put in, isn't that right?

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

I am so pisspoor at understanding the wording of this question, so I'm gonna go with what I assume it's asking; I'd say a lot of parts of him have been lost to his time growing up in-universe. He may only be fourteen, but since a very young age he's felt ancient despite still very much being and behaving as a child. He has memories from way younger than his peers, which only makes time feel as if it's stretched so much further and yet condensed all at once, a substantial chunk spent in terror and confusion with all the bittersweet good bits sprinkled in between. He lost the ability to just be a kid a long time ago, and I think if someone were to offer him a safe place where he could have that back again, he would break the fuck down. He absolutely wishes he could lose everything to do with that first time with Jake, every bit of sex and lust and desire pushed inside of him, planted in his head, he would lose whatever makes him feel so fucked up, confused, and jumping at his shadow even if he can't name it out of fear that all of it will be real.

(He wishes he could lose his dad, but that would be something he'd choke on if he ever said aloud.)

🍹 [TROPICAL BEVERAGE] If your OC could go anywhere, where would it be?

Genuinely anywhere that isn't where his dad and Jake are (he's fantasized about going where the Sullys live, even though he's never been, he's had more than one dream where it's just him and even Kiri all playing out in woods he's never seen before); except a part of him, a slimy, coiling, boiling hot part wishes that they'd just go on some vacation far, far away together, maybe somewhere where there's rainforest, animals he's never seen before, humidity so high he'd practically need a mask to breathe, somewhere easy to get lost in and disappear and that way he will know his dad and his rapey boyfriend will never touch anyone but him ever again.

💐 [BOUQUET] If you could send your OC a bouquet, what flowers would make it up and what is the overall message?

Nothing specific I can really think of besides it would be a casket spray, an arrangement for those to be buried, for the dead. Probably chrysanthemums, black dahlias, yarrow, and lotus flowers as well since they can be associated with sexual assault– it'd be quite the weird bouquet. Maybe a bit of baby breath's thrown in there. The overall message being you survive or you die, even if you already feel more than dead; the reality of the chronically traumatized.

🥐 [CROISSANT] Where is your OC from? How do they feel about their homeland? Where are they now?

He was born in Laughlin near Del Rio, Texas. He was there only a few months and has no real attachment to Texas; they have never been back to the state since then. A shit ton went down that he does not remember and has never been told or found much news about due to it being what his dad only calls classified. When he thinks of Texas or sees the different memorabilia, the photos of his dad's squad, the base, his mom, and the old ranch his grandparents had before selling and moving Northeast, he feels churning guilt, and grief he's never been allowed to understand is related to how much his childhood has been ripped apart, shifted, changed, and thrown him out with the bathwater. Now his dad and Jake rent a place in central Florida and he keeps the same arm's length distance that he reserves for every place they go, seeming to move every two years if not much sooner.

He doesn't know that his dad's plans are to remain in Florida for very specific child marriage purposes if he can reach his hands deep in the guts of those pre-2018 loopholes.

🍰 [CAKE SLICE] How does your OC change as you get to know them?

Oh, this is a tough one considering as the story continues I believe he gets more and more devastating to trek in his shoes. I don't really know what readers' first impressions are of Circled Me!Spider, but fuck, I'm assuming it's like marching down that endless hallway in House of Leaves, into the yawning darkness, or even down the staircase of Silent Hill 2, trekking far too deep into the world below, but you've gone so far there's no turning around— you commit to the bit. He changes against his will in the eyes of the reader and in the eyes of the characters, if that answers the question.

🍈 [MELON] If they had to be put into a box, what box would it be and why?

One of those cardboard nest boxes they put injured baby birds in, because he desperately needs it. The warm lamp, the soft blanket, the time to rest and recover and just sleep without the threat of reaching hands, sharp claws, and gutting fangs.

🥃 [MATE] What does your OC look for in a friend? What do they find is a turn-off?

He has a very, very limited number of friends, those he does have are pretty much within family circles only now. He looks for people he can sort of hang out with in an easy capacity, friends who don't ask too many questions, who wanna talk about themselves and what they like, tell him all sorts of stuff. He looks for friends who are willing to get down in the dirt, who will play games and do stupid shit, but not stupid enough to get a broken arm or worse. He finds it easier to get along with friends who are slightly younger, or maybe it's just circumstance that his cousins are all younger than him and they get along so well, only Neteyam being the more distant of the bunch— something about never feeling the age he is, either years ahead or years behind and somehow the Sullys get it.

Jake ticks all the boxes as well, but also all the turn-offs, too. Because Jake's nosey, he asks too many questions, he's too perceptive, he's always in his space and always goes through his stuff without asking just like the few friends he tried to make at school. He makes crass comments, gets him in trouble with his dad half the time, and has no concept of personal space that always pissed Spider off and reminded him of kids back in grade school who would hug him out of nowhere, or drag him around by the wrist when he was still the shorter of the bunch. And now Jake does so, so much more than that, and yet Spider can't help but think of him as a friend. The kind that leaves him feeling hollow and curled on his side, showered in gifts and affection and physical touch, stinging cheeks and knuckle shaped bruises from a rough punch. Praise and scathing, cutting words he needs to hear so he'll know how to do better, how to grow up, how to protect his family. Jake's his best friend like that, perfect and terrible in every way, and he thinks he might die if he were to ever leave him.

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

He happens to be his father's son, set apart from the rest, only child to half a military family. He's punished the way kids growing up with a shitty parent who has a bad reputation do, by the sins of the father, because it's never made clear to Spider that the reason the extended family is so wary of him, that he gets the cold shoulder is because his dad is always right there. It doesn't help either that he's constantly the new kid in class, that his hair's long and sometimes braided, that he's never really hid the fact that he likes boys and girls in school, that he wears the same clothes a lot; ones too big on him. Worn and faded graphic tees, holes in them that sometimes get him dress coded at school. That he's taller than his classmates and so he stands out, and his shoes constantly seem to be too small for his feet and falling apart so sometimes he'll just go without them when he can get away with it. Lately, his dad's been getting him better shoes and clothes, nicer things, but more than ever he's being forced to isolate himself, to act out, to self fulfill the prophecy of being an unpleasant asshole (and far worse) like his dad.

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

He probably has a resting scowl at this point. Like his default face would look so tense and angry, not to mention he's only ever getting taller. He may not know who he really is, but he's certainly not as mean as he tries to make himself appear/people assume based on all sorts of biases. It's easier being what other people assume than trying to break the mold at some point.

🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

Shit, not good. And I don't think he can even comprehend what it might look like if he could change it. Right now he's the bratty boy with his dad's demon blood, the poor kid who's always getting towed around by his dad, the black sheep of the family, the odd one out, the one everyone's worried about but Everytime they approach Quaritch he tells him it's just Miles going through some things, puberty, a girlfriend back home that is totally not real, mental health woes like his momma, stuff that runs in the family, you know how it is, of course— and that's what he'll tell them, story after story and Spider remains Quaritch's son through and fucking through.

🌿 [HERB] Is your OC religious? What do they believe in?

He's agnostic, mostly, he hasn't had enough time to connect with any sort of spirituality at all. And it will be a long time before he learns that he's allowed to, that he's safe to. Although he knows Kiri and the Sullys have a very close connection with their religious practices dating back more years than he can comprehend, he feels distant, disconnected, trapped and unable to see what they see when they look at a tiny ant or the moon with her stars, the gentle kiss of every breeze and the power of each storm. He also doesn't feel any sort of kinship towards his dad or the Christian denomination churches they've been in and out of, but he does enjoy the live music and the free food.

🌵 [CACTUS] How physically resilient is your OC?

I think I actually answered this one up there a bit! But he is very physically resilient as a matter of survival. He absolutely hates being in pain, and discomfort is practically sensory overload, but he can absolutely keep physically fucking going even when he should've collapsed or been out for the count a long time ago. He has to, he doesn't see any other options, and it will absolutely catch up to his ass in so many fucking ways.

🍸 [COCKTAIL] When was the first time your OC had an alcoholic beverage? What did they think of it?

First time he came to visit the farm, so at seven years old. He thought it tasted like muddy hand sanitizer with some sugar in it and promptly spit taked right into his dad's lap which earned him some choice words and a shake down later.

He doesn't drink and doesn't feel inclined to, but that could certainly change given his new circumstances and something that's floated in the back of his head the few times he's tried some of Aunt Grace's wine— that it tasted pretty damn good. And he's seen the way she seems to relax, loosen up when she's drunk, opposite to the sort of simmering look his dad develops when he's down a couple cans of something that makes his nose wrinkle. (He doesn't know what a lush is, but he's sure to find out that Jake's going to call him one with so much fucking amusement, smiling ear to fucking ear the first time Spider gets proper drunk on the farm.)

🌱 [SEEDLING] What new passions/hates is your OC discovering?

Lord, this one— this fucking question is a big one, huh? Well, new passions, he's probably what could safely be considered addicted to sex; the intoxicating high of it, even if it's abuse, even if he Knows it's abuse, if something feels that fucking good the brain doesn't really give a shit, because when it's good it's Good, when it's bad it's Bad, and the actual term is Compulsive Sexual Behavior, but Spider doesn't really understand he's been groomed to hell and back to want all this shit, that he's being used to fulfill the pleasure of two other men. He's discovering a shitton of hates all in the same breath, he hates when Jake threatens Kiri, he hates when he talks about her the way he does, he hates how his dad talks about her, too. He hates how his soft pallette gets bruised, he hates when they're rough, he hates when he bleeds, he hates hiding the bruises like he's a little kid, he hates when he cries in the middle of it, he hates not being able to sleep unless he gets the insomnia fucked out of him. He hates how much everything has changed and yet nothing has at all— he hates how much everyone seems to look right through him and right at him at the same time; and he hates how every vaguely sexual reference and joke makes his cheeks flush and his brain leap into overdrive. He hates being a fucked up, disturbed kid that's infecting the farm the exact way they all never said to his face, but he knows they were thinking; that maybe they know his dad's fucked up like this and they just don't care because he was destined for this being who he is.

(He's very passionate about being a good student, a good son, the best fucking shot—

He hates how much he wants to kill himself seemingly out of the blue.

He hates how much he knows his dad would rip him right out of hell if he did.)

🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

I think he doesn't really know a lot of legends or myths yet aside from the ones his grandparents have told him, maybe even Quaritch (Bible stories here and there, fairytales and other stories about men who betray their basic principles, who turn their backs on everything they know, back stabbing traitors and meddling scientists, and projects involving soldiers memories, thoughts, and consciousness, everything that can go wrong when the good guys mix with bad circumstances, when they get painted in poor light because we all know Quaritch has that thin blue line sticker slapped on his truck's bumper, propaganda and jingoism out the ass.)

I like to think the Sully kids have told him some stories from the Omatikaya that he does his best to remember and spin in his head at night when he's anxious, that he even does his best to retell them around the fire. I also think he'd know some classic Appalachian folklore, too, stuff his grandparents have picked up since moving up to North Carolina that's blended with their roots in Southern Texas, in North Mexico before that.

I think he believes less in monsters wandering the hills, of strange lights flashing through the mountainside, of never whistling outside at night now and more in the monsters sharing his bed. Although he might think of the legends of those wearing the skin of people he loves and knows, of bodysnatchers trying to get close to him, devouring him whole when he's stuck between Jake and his dad as they all sleep.

🧁 [CUPCAKE] If you had to describe your OC using flavours, how would you (e.g., 'they're very sweet')?

Those first they're sour then they're sweet sour patch kids— or maybe the opposite, or maybe he just gets more sour; so sour he turns sweet.

🍩 [DONUT] What is your OC's biggest flaw? How do they deal with it? Do they deal with it?

Probably his inability to consider what he wants, needs, or feels and instead everything is filtered through how it'll make his dad feel, what his dad Wants, what his dad Needs. (What Jake Needs and Wants, too, because upsetting Jake will upset Dad and he can't have that— hates when it happens, can't stand when he's made his dad a mess and he just wants to fix it, apologize, avoid the hurt and pain of his consequences.) He doesn't even recognize it is something he's doing on a basic level, so he has no way to stop the way his mind has been wired to consider Dad in absolutely everything he does and will do; even at the detriment of his own life, soul, mind, and well-being.

🥔 [POTATO] What do they have that others see as a flaw, but they don't care about?

Chronic avoidance, like a cat that's never seen in the house by anyone, but absolutely lives there type of avoidance. Many people recognize and see that he's cagey about so many things, that he always has been, skittering off or deflecting with humor, a joke, a subject change or even doing something impulsive and unexpected to redirect everyone's attention. He doesn't see this as a problem, as the Socorro-Quaritch household's infamous unspoken motto, "if you can't see it, if you don't talk about it, it's not real."

Also the martyrdom, but no one quite recognizes this as a flaw except for Kiri, and perhaps the Socorros in some way due to the amount of times Spider's thrown himself under the bus and taken the blame for things he shouldn't.

#answered asks #you circled me inside my room #if any of this is contradictory no it isnt look away #thank you for indulging me with these questions!!

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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Who is Renesmee's favorite? Let's suppose that Jacob, Bella and Edward fight each other to the death, who will Renesmee help?

... Anon, I am sure you are the same person asking these fight to the death scenarios, and in return for answering these I believe it is your duty to send me the Street Fighter inspired fanart of whatever is going on in your head.

Regardless, I believe Bella is Renesmee’s favorite.

Jacob Black

I, first, believe the imprint Jake has on Renesmee is not authentic and was likely triggered by Renesmee’s gift. More, even if it was, that ties him to her versus the other way around.

To be honest, as Renesmee grows, I think she’s going to cool on Jake severely.

Sure, he’s a great babysitter for the first N years of her life, but then he’s... clingy. He needs to be a part of her life, instinct demands he be whatever she needs him to be, which is a huge responsibility on the part of another person and demands a lot of that person. Imprinting sucks for everyone.

More, despite what Jake assures Bella in the beginning, there is going to be a lot of pressure on Renesmee to date and marry Jake. Growing up, there’s going to be this unspoken expectation from the tribe and the Cullens that Renesmee will end up with him due to imprinting. While I’m sure Jake intends to be her friend and babysitter, in the back of his head, he’ll also have this expectation. Worse yet, Bella’s going to have this expectation.

By Renesmee being Jake’s imprint, once Bella gets past the gross, it neatly ties up things. Jake remains an extremely close part of her life in a way he never would have otherwise. By Jake staying with Renesmee, Bella keeps her best friend and none of the bitterness and rejection over their failed romance. They can pretend like Jake never liked her in the first place.

If Renesmee dumps Jake, then Jake will leave, and whether Bella says as much or not I think Renesmee will know that this is something Bella clearly doesn’t want.

All of this, combined with Renesmee inevitably finding out that Jake had a thing for her mother, that only ended because he imprinted on Renesmee, that he manipulated and sexually assaulted her mother, and that he in fact was going to murder Renesmee two seconds before imprinting (remember, Renesmee remembers this moment and can probably piece together what happened with relatively few hints)...

I imagine that, by the end of this, Renesmee will probably be very contemptuous of Jake if not outright loathes him.

Edward Cullen

Edward, I think, will suffer a similar decline in esteem to Jacob if for different reasons.

First, Renesmee’s witness to her parent’s strange and lackluster marriage. Even before Edward cheats on Bella (yes, I know, no post yet but it’s coming eventually), Bella and Edward’s relationship is... weird. Renesmee has a front row seat.

More, as stories of the past come out Renesmee will get to learn all the... decisions made regarding Bella. But I think the real crux of it will be how Edward acted during the pregnancy. Per Edward, while Renesmee hadn’t seen any of the other Cullens yet, she was aware of their presence and that there was a world outside the womb that was very threatening. I imagine that, eventually, it will come out that Edward wanted her full stop aborted and got... pretty scary about it.

I imagine that Renesmee will end up very contemptuous of Edward if not outright loathe him

Bella Swan

I’ve gone over Bella before but, from Renesmee’s perspective, she’s one of the few who unconditionally loved her and the one who suffered the most to bring Renesmee into this world. I imagine Renesmee remebers that.

The Fight

Renesmee will offer to murder Jake and Edward for Bella.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #twilight headcanon #renesmee cullen #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #anti edward/bella #bella swan #jacob black #anti jacob black #anti renesmee/jacob #meta #headcanon #opinion

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 3 years

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Thoughts on the ship Rosalie/Bella?

While it’s a nice thought, sadly, I don’t think either Rosalie or Bella are what the other would ever seek in a partner.

Indeed, I think the other would be too close of a reminder to what they see in the worst of themselves. So, even in better circumstances, I don’t think they’d choose each other.

Let’s break that down.

What is Rosalie Looking For?

Rosalie’s past is one filled with brutal trauma, betrayal, and heartbreak. She has been violated by men in the worst of ways, betrayed by the man she thought would be her husband, and then has the surreal experience of being turned into something that, while alive, is not human.

She romanticizes the human life she could have had, clinging to it, never acknowledging that circumstances were such that she never would have had it.

Rosalie never was going to get that simple future of being a humble, good, simple man’s wife with beautiful children and a comfortable life. She was raised in society, uncommonly beautiful and charming, and was set to marry the wealthiest man she could. It might not have been Royce, she could have married a good man, but she would have married into this wealthy world and not ended up with someone like Emmett.

I think this is very telling.

For very understandable reasons, Rosalie has never confronted nor truly gotten over her trauma. Oh, she murdered her rapists and murderers, and put their deaths behind her, she married Emmett and has a (fairly) good relationship with him, but she hasn’t taken her full final steps to recovery.

I think this in part shows in her ending up with a guy like Emmett.

Emmett’s not bad, don’t get me wrong, but it’s very telling in what he loves of Rosalie and that Rosalie loves him for it.

He worships her beauty above all other things and is described as a very simple but pleasant and laidback guy. I think Rosalie is at the point where she wants to be worshipped, especially for the quality that was most valued in her human life, her beauty.

She wants to be with someone safe, someone who loves her, and that someone is definitely Emmett.

I think in the short run this works out very well for the pair of them and perhaps even in the long run. I think both could have chosen a better partner.

Rosalie is complicated, she’s not the shallow vain bitch Edward complains she is nor is she what Emmett seems to see her as. Emmett doesn’t really get his wife, or defend her all that much, he’s in love with her beautiful cheerleader persona. Rosalie, similarly, is in love with this man whose greatest attribute is his love of her. I’m sure there are moments she finds Emmett rather boorish and slow on the uptake.

What Do I Think Rosalie Needs?

To be honest, of all the characters where I raise my eyebrow at Meyer putting them with someone of the opposite gender, Rosalie’s one of the ones where they raise the highest.

Even Carlisle, when Rosalie drags in this man’s bleeding carcass, goes, “Oh, is this your cousin?” And has a “Him?!” moment when Rosalie explains this is her new husband.

I always would have expected, especially after her experiences, for Rosalie to be with a woman. That said, I do think her society’s prejudices and expectations would be a huge barrier for her and she’d have to do a lot of character growth before this would ever be possible. And I mean a lot of character growth, as in, Rosalie hasn’t reached this point even post Twilight saga.

Right, regardless of gender, I think Rosalie needs a partner who a) understands her b) does not value her looks c) accepts the good and the bad parts of her.

Like all of us, Rosalie is flawed. She’s a very impressive, down right intimidating, woman who has an iron clad will and gets what she wants. She has a deep love for her family and a great capacity for compassion. However, there are times when she’s the sixteen-year-old girl who has very much not escaped her society’s mindset. She fully advocates Bella Swan’s murder so the family won’t have to move, not realizing until Carlisle points it out that this is a heinous thing to do. Rosalie says vicious, racist, things to Jake likely never realizing exactly what it is she’s saying. She’s stubborn, proud, and as Edward put it a bit pig-headed.

Emmett tends to just go “Yeah, she’s a bitch, but she’s my bitch”. Which... great, thanks Emmett, that’s very helpful.

Bella Swan is Not That Person

Bella per the start of the series is a seventeen-year-old girl with cripplingly low self-esteem, huge parental issues, and a dangerous inclination towards depression.

Bella shows serious interest in women sexually (her relationship with Alice has some serious homoerotic undertones) but she’s also very intimidated by them. Rosalie, especially, makes Bella evaluate and feel worse about herself as she knows she will never be as beautiful as this teenage blonde goddess.

In other words, this Bella is not in a position to be the kind of person Rosalie needs. She’s too caught up in figuring out who she herself is, cares very much about Rosalie’s appearance and using it to compare against her own, and isn’t stable enough to be what Rosalie needs.

And by the end of canon... Well... Bella’s left the planet and will soon join Esme in being a hauntingly strange person entirely divorced from reality.

What if we’re in a slightly AU world?

Well, we’re banking on a lot of character development for Bella that I don’t believe can happen with Edward around. Either Bella shows interest in Edward or, well, he eats her. (No, seriously, this is canon, both Alice and Edward confirm as much.)

And if the family packs up and leaves during New Moon and never comes back... Well, of all the people Bella might end up with after that, I think Rosalie might just be the least likely (not to mention Rosalie would not be down for hanging around Edward’s stupid human girlfriend).

What is Bella Looking For?

Bella’s looking for validation of her very self. She wants to be loved, more than that, she wants to be worth something.

Bella has such a low opinion of herself that, at this point in her life, she needs this feeling to come from elsewhere. She finds this in both Edward and Jacob.

And it doesn’t matter how scary they are (and both are, indeed, very scary towards her), it doesn’t matter what it is they value, just that they both seem to want her even though she’s a foolish, clumsy, pale, ugly, human, nobody, loser.

That’s all Bella wants.

Edward’s a perfect storm in that he’s inhumanly perfect, beautiful beyond all comprehension, and completely obsessed with her. In Edward’s eyes, Bella is not just perfect, she’s fascinating.

And then, of course, she’s not and it utterly destroys her.

Basically, Bella’s is a very sad life.

What Does Bella Need?

Bella needs time to grow up and find out who she is and how to value that.

Bella is your very typical teenage girl. She’s precocious, has a lot of issues growing up with her mom, but she has a lot of issues many teenage girls do have.

I think, before Bella can find a truly good partner, she needs to learn how to value herself.

This will be painful and take a lot of time. In New Moon, I think Jake actually sets her back as she uses him to find value in herself for her (essentially replacing Edward).

Only after Bella discovers who she is, reaffirms why she is important and worthy of love, can she find someone.

What does that person look like?

Well, it sure as fuck isn’t Vampire Patrick Bateman, otherwise known as Edward Cullen. Nor is it Jake Black who sexually assaults her, tells her to kiss him or he’ll kill himself, then tells her that her dying is pointless as it means he and Edward fought over nothing.

It also isn’t Alice, who treats Bella a lot like she would a life-sized Barbie Doll rather than a friend and a human being.

I’m not sure who it is, to be honest.

Someone who recognizes who Bella is, certainly, the good and the bad. Someone who is able to... reconcile her with the world she truly lives in. Maybe, circumstances changing around a bit, it’s Carlisle Cullen? (Though that would certainly be a dumpster fire of divorce and despair with Edward and Esme) Maybe it’s Jasper (also a dumpster fire of divorce and despair with Edward and Alice)?

I really have no idea here. Unlike Rosalie, I can’t even tell you what this person would need to be like.

What I do know is...

Rosalie is Not That Person

Just as Bella views Rosalie as a threat, as something to measure herself against and feel unworthy of in every way, Rosalie does the same.

Bella is a pretty human woman who captures Edward’s attention in a way she never can. Rosalie, at the time we start canon, for all her accomplishments and all she’s done is still insecure enough that she needs to be the prettiest woman in the room.

Just as Bella’s not secure enough to be what Rosalie needs, Rosalie is not secure enough to be what Bella needs.

Rosalie also doesn’t see Bella for what she is. Rosalie sees, at first, a normal boring human teenager and dismisses her. She falls into the typical Cullen trap (for all but Carlisle) that they forget humans are people too. Later, Bella discounts Rosalie’s very earnest advice and Rosalie never forgives her for it. This is understandable, Rosalie lays her soul bare, but she forgets Bella’s a teenage girl and more can’t see what Bella herself is battling with.

Bella thinks being human is worthless because Bella thinks being Bella is worthless. Children and a human future mean nothing to her.

It would take a lot, A LOT, of character development for Rosalie to be someone that Bella needs in this situation and even then... Well, they’d have to deal with the horrifying shit show that is Edward. Because if Edward/Bella isn’t happening...

It’s lunch time.

TL;DR

I’d say pin your hopes on Alice/Bella, except that one’s not happening either for all that they do have their very homoerotic friendship.

#ask #anon #twilight

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INTRO

This page is not intended to be an encyclopedia, but rather a non-exhaustive list of a few Dirkjake Fanfics (and Fancomics) for those that may be interested in the ship, but a little too tired of trawling through AO3 search! Some of these contain NSFW or suggestive content, viewer discretion is advised.

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It’s only a canvas sky

Their guardians dead at the hands of the Condesce, growing up in the shadow of her slow takeover of the Skaian Federation, Dirk Strider and Jake English have spent their whole lives alone up until shortly before their twelfth birthdays.

Or: Dirk fixes a transmitter, makes a friend, builds a robot, and tries to communicate affection over distance to the barest possible minimum.

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GOD’S BRAND NEW FATE SELECTOR (Fancomics)

In ONE PARTICULAR TIMELINE, detached from many similar ones, an aspiring divorcee stands by his baby’s cradle and attempts to hatch an escape plan with some aid from the ghost of his long-deceased boyfriend. He’s not exactly helpful.

SOMEWHERE ELSE ENTIRELY, Dirk Strider is overcame by the nagging feeling his splinters may be getting a little out of hand and far too into his head, when he gets a booty call.

One timeline is Epilogues-Compliant, another Epilogues-Divergent.

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We’re All Friends & Family Here (And Frankly, We’re Sick Of Your Shit)

It’s been about a year since the big Fast Forward, and sure, things on Earth C aren’t perfect for everyone. But they’re fine. Really. It’s fine. Everything is super fuckin’ swell, and that’s that.

It’s not like one night is going to change anything.

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Perpetuity

“Call it a car crash waiting to happen, you’ll just call it your downfall”

Dirk is a romantic, just not a particularly optimistic one.

(Written pre-epilogues release, post-game, fix-it)

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Tailspinning Into the Epilogues with Dirk and Jake (complete series)

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Stark Nonfiction (Part of the Tailspinning series)

Jake tries his hand at a gentler epilogue.

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Between the Lines (Part of the Tailspinning series)

“It’s just… I can’t remember the last time I felt so at peace, I guess. It was such a lovely jaunt with Jade, and instead of being all torn up about coming home, I feel even better, now. It’s actually been a real while and a half since I felt… bad, you know? Like actually bad.”

You don’t have much in the way of emotional permanence about that sort of thing. Surely it was months ago, when you were staring gloomily at the bottoms of bottles like the world’s most up-his-own-ass useless overdramatic dilettante. Did it even really happen, if it all, in hindsight, just seems like a dumb pantomime of misery to get attention? A successful dumb pantomime of misery to get attention, mind you, you definitely got it, and a boyfriend to boot. Was it ever really as atrocious and apocalyptic and unsurvivable as it seemed?

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A Palate Cleanser (Part of the Tailspinning series)

ROXY: hay everybody its jakes turn! ROXY: hes got a few words hed like to say about our dear departed buddy

The eulogy we missed on Candy’s page 15.

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Eschewal

“you hope he’s a benevolent god”

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Grublr. (Fancomic)

In the consort kingdom, atop of the large, humongous mansion where the god of Hope lives, there is an apartment complex.

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The Hitchhikers Guide to Your Ex-Boyfriend (Fancomic)

Jake English waking up sore and alone on a cold floor is not a strange occurrence for him as of late. The ethereal beam of light and sluggishly churning floor is new, but he’s woken up in stranger places.

If circumstances were better he’d probably have something shocked and relevant to say about this strange landscape he’s found himself in, but circumstances are in fact legendarily shit right now.

(A comic/fic where Jake English gets rights)

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The Four Kings, the God Thief, and the Black Diamond Pirates

Dirk and Vriska have it good. They raid ships, pillage merchant vessels, constantly poison each other, possess a lucrative pact with the Wind King, sing a lot of dope fuckin’ sea shanties, and captain a loveable crew of pirate scum. They’re ready to kick back, take it easy, and become the vile and revered scourge of the diamond trading line.

Then they find someone in the water.

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Sea shanties for Thots (Four Kings continuation)

Jake English has never done anything wrong, ever, in his life, if you don’t count literally all that stuff from the first installment of oxfordRoulette’s diegetic-musical-cum-found-family-pirate-AU. Luckily, that was in the last story, and he is completely better now in all respects. None of that nonsense is a thing anymore and it will not be relevant at all! Surrounded by friends and allies, with a very cool piratey boyfriend and a hold full of treasure from his recently decimated country, he’s got everything a fellow could want.

What will he do?

Befriend an octopus god. Learn to fish. Kick back. Take it easy. Kiss his boyfriend a lot. Open a jewelry company? Pursue immortality. Confront his past. Embrace his future. Maybe save the world. One thing’s for sure: there will be a lot of songs involved.

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Two idiots at Homoville, N69, TX

In a moment of desperation, Dirk goes on r/relationships. Things get oversharey real quick. He types as follows:

“I [23M] cannot understand my [24M?] roommate. He is the most bizarre man to ever set foot on earth and I’m afraid I’m losing him.”

or, and They Were Roommates.

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Drive it home with one headlight

Some mistakes are so fucking big that they divert the path of your life entirely, sending you somewhere you were never meant to go. Some mistakes are so seismic and so obvious that when you look back on your life all you can see is the beacon where you made them. Some mistakes leave you so far off course you don’t even recognize who you are or why you’re still here.

You don’t usually get a chance to make amends.

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A Tallied List of Various Occasions in Which Jake English Encountered the Elusive Smile Belonging to One Dirk Strider

Jake English, explorer extraordinaire, tracks down the most unique treasure of all: a nerd in pointy sunglasses.

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BONES OF BLACK MARROW

Dirk summons a demon for the exclusive purpose of ‘cathartic boning.’ He gets what he wants.

NOTE: This fic is ergodic (think House of Leaves), which means it cannot be downloaded for offline perusal on your kindle/pdf reader. Also has CYOA elements, so clicking “Entire Work” will make the fic impossible to read.

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fire fly

A wedding. An anxiety attack. A daring tryst.

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DIRK TOPS (Fancomic)

Ever think about how Dirk Strider got full narrative awareness of the fanfics where he’s the big scary hunk in charge and went “I can do that” when he wasn’t, in fact, able to do that? i do. i think about that.

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MLM stands for Moron loving Moron (Fancomic)

aren’t you TIRED of longing? don’t you just want to go APESHIT while dating your best bro? i mean, you’ve earned it, right? (Collection of oneshot comics. marked as complete, updates whenever)

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fist is a four letter word

Jake’s face quirks. “App?“

“Yeah, app. Like, application. You know your phone can do other things right? Like, apps.”

“You sure do keep using that word! I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean.”

“You know, apps.” You try to think of how to explain apps. You suddenly can’t think of what apps are.

What’s the name of an app.

Literally just name any app.

He’s staring at you.

Oh my god.

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Witching Hour

There’s something almost magical about that time between too late at night and too early in the morning. It’s the perfect time to meet a stranger and go on an adventure.

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Calm Spirit [Jake Park x Reader] - 2

Part 1

1260 words You meet a stranger in the woods who's not so scary after all.

Sunlight shines through the window, warmth along your body over the blanket Jake left for you last night. It moves like molasses, then rests on your face, and your eyes slowly open to the empty ceiling of the cabin. You stir for a while, waking up slowly before the morning beckons you to sit up and let the sun glow over your neck and your arms as the blanket slides down off of you.

There’s rustling in the kitchen; Jake must be awake already. You rub your eyes and stand to go see him.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he says with that same reserved smile. On the stove, a pot boils with water, and another is cooking soup. For breakfast?, you wonder curiously, but it doesn’t seem so strange. “I hope you don’t mind, I’m not a coffee guy.”

“Oh, that’s--no, that’s fine,” you assure him and stand by the fridge.

“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’d say I make a mean brew here.” He chuckles to himself and stirs both pots, turns off the stove, then finishes up. “How’d you sleep?” he asks as he hands you a cup of his mean brew. You’re hesitant, but drink it after cooling it off.

“Like a baby,” you tell him. “And I’ll toot the horn for you. This is great.” Jake tries to hide a bigger grin and turns around to the pot of soup.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says with his back turned towards you. “You can sit down, I’ll bring this in.” So, you do, and he soon follows with breakfast for the both of you, which you enjoy and eat faster than you’d expected.

The quiet TV in the background keeps it from being awkward when you’re finished. You wonder if you should ask him to show you the trail back home, but you don’t want to leave quite yet.

“Unless you want to stay for a day or two…”

Perhaps you’ll take him up on that.

“Thank you for letting me stay here.” There’s that smile again. “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s nice having someone else around,” Jake tells you, “even if it’s not for very long. If you want, I can take you around the area here.” You consider it and can’t help but look into his eyes just between strands of messy hair. He’s a good-looking guy.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you smile, and before you know it, you and Jake are outside in the sun, walking just past the edge of the clearing between trees and more trees. A cool breeze blows by and knocks branches into each other, leaves on the ground sweeping over your boots as they did last night before Jake found you. Sunlight through the canopy washes over you like sun at the bottom of a pond. “It’s peaceful here.”

“Yeah… It stays pretty quiet. Only a few people know I’m up here, and they don’t come by.”

“Not your family?” Jake rocks his head and makes a face. “I’m sorry, maybe I--”

“No, don’t worry about that. Haven’t seen them in a long time, that’s all.” You really are alone here. “My car’s parked behind the house. You know, I go into town for groceries when I need to. Not very often.”

“I don’t guess you let people stay with you much either.” He looks at you and smiles.

“What, like you’re so special?” he jokes, and you laugh with him. “You live in town?”

“A couple hours from the trail. A friend of mine said it was a nice walk, so I thought I’d check it out, but…”

“Checking out my place instead, huh?” You laugh and shake your head, shying away from him. “Checking me out?” Suddenly, you can’t contain yourself, and embarrassment takes the reins that tug on your heart. After some more walking, there’s a swinging bench between two big trees in a smaller clearing by the house. “This was here long before I moved,” Jake says, leading you to approach it.

“How long ago do you think?” It creaks as the two of you sit down on it and keep it in place by digging your boots into the dirt underneath.

“Oh, I don’t know… Probably forty years or so. It’d look older because of the rain and everything.” You nod and look down at your hands pressed against the wood. Jake keeps his hands in his pockets but looks down at yours too. “Not too cold?” he asks. Your knuckles are white, and so are your fingers when you hold them in front of you.

Jake takes your cold hand and holds it in his pocket, giving you his glove for your other hand. As warmth spreads through your arm, you start to feel his rough skin against yours and find a kind of comfort in it. His thumb rubs against your hand, and the tingling in your stomach rises to your chest. “This okay?” he asks, and you nod.

The two of you sit like this for a while, leaning back and rocking slowly on the swing. Jake closes his eyes, and you admire him under the wavy shadows of the branches and the leaves. He opens them for a moment and looks back at you. “Sorry,” you say and turn away.

“Why?”

“Well, I mean… ‘Don’t stare, it’s rude,’ you know.”

“Why stare then?” He looks smug with his head over the back of the bench, and all you can do is look at that smile tugging on his lips.

“I don’t know. You look like you like it.” He laughs and turns his head the other way.

“Maybe I do.” He looks at you again. “You like staring?” he asks.

“Maybe I do,” you say partly in truth and partly to tease him. He smiles and his eyes move across your face.

“Come here,” he says. Does he mean what I think he does? “What, you don’t trust me yet?” You laugh and lean over to him and see his smile growing with every movement you make. Your arm presses against his, and suddenly you’re looking closer into his eyes than you did before. He un-gloves his free hand and gently touches his fingertips to your face, a warm shiver sliding down your neck. Your eyes close, and you lean into his hand, still hovering over his face.

Slowly, you lean in closer, and the tip of your nose brushes just under his eye. His cold lips meet yours, a gentle kiss spreading heat and comfort through you. It’s short, only a second, and you lift yourself away from him. Jake’s smiling. And you lean down and kiss him again, and between his hands and his lips, it’s like summer.

“I trust you,” you tell him in a whisper, eyes just barely open.

“Good,” he says back and kisses you again, and you don’t want it to stop now. Something about this is addictive. Maybe it’s the sun in the biting cold, or maybe it’s because he was a stranger just a day ago. Maybe he’s still a stranger, but one that you wouldn’t mind getting to know more intimately. “You taste like honey.”

“We both drank your tea.” He laughs.

Jake is eager to kiss you again, but even those seconds in between have brought you back to the cold. “Let’s get back, then,” he suggests, still holding your hand as you get up off the bench. The walk to the house again is quite short; inside again, Jake continues where he left off.

Part 3 - Final.

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Romantic epiphanies are dope

At what point, though, had she decided that it was Jake of all people who would disrupt her calendar so completely, while also fulfilling the dreams she didn’t dare write down on it?

After all, if 11-year-old Amy had been asked to create a binder on her future husband - Jake would have not even been mentioned in the footnotes. If she could’ve wished for a partner back then, she definitely wouldn’t have specified that he had to be dorky and clumsy, constantly making bad jokes, living on a diet that would send any other person to the hospital for malnutrition, obsessed with action movies and cop heroics, spending his free time and money on the most useless things anyone could think of, and pranking and bothering her to his heart’s content.

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On the evening of their engagement, Amy wonders about her own romantic epiphanies and what made her decide that Jake was the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

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“What about you?”

The scene at Shaw’s bar had settled down a bit after the united ring of the squad had broken down into their own little groups as they always did. Gina was busy admiring Terry’s biceps from a corner booth, phone in hand as always, while he played a game of darts with Jake, who was shooting glances over to Amy every few seconds as if they had been apart for months again instead of just a few minutes. Charles was extolling the virtues of some new restaurant to Captain Holt, who definitely looked like he was preparing to leave ever since he’d stepped foot into the bar. Hitchcock and Scully were… well, somewhere, either asleep or eating, probably.

And Rosa was sliding onto the barstool next to Amy, a cocktail glass - Moscow Mule, her favourite, Amy had learned after literally a year of sleuthing - in her hand and a curious glint in her eye that didn’t quite fit the usually stoic face.

“Hmm~?” Amy gave her a quizzical look - she was not yet anywhere on her scale of drunkenness, still holding the beer she’d used to cheer during today’s round of toasts. She didn’t want to get drunk tonight - she wanted to remember it all, forever. The little diamonds of her wonderful new ring were shining just perfectly against the dark brown bottle.

“What about you, Santiago. When was your romantic epiphany? Knowing that you’ll say yes if he asks?” Rosa raised an eyebrow and schooled a more appropriate, serious look on her face. “Because let’s be honest, as sweet as Jake is, his’ was pretty lame. You do cross word puzzles like, every night.”

“Oh, I see.” Amy gave the label on her beer a good scratching, peeling off the edges slightly. “I guess-” she started, but nothing else came.

While Rosa usually enjoyed drinking in silence far more than anything, right now she was on the level of inebriated where she would actually let loose enough to, ugh, chat . And she wanted to chat with Amy, of all people. Well, she supposed, maybe that wasn’t quite so strange, considering she was one of her best friends. Actually, her best friend. Girl-wise, next to Jake. It was still a struggle to admit to herself that these two absolute dorks were far more than just co-workers to her, sometimes even more than just simple friends.

But Amy was still silent, staring at her drink as if it held the answer to everything (which it definitely didn’t if it turned her into Spacey Amy on drink 1).

“It’s fine if you don't have one, you know. S’not always like the movies.”

“No no, it’s just- it’s kinda-” The beer’s label was peeling some more, and the bottle was almost empty after another sip.

It was just kinda… the fact that Amy had always been split down two very different sides concerning marriage.

On the one hand, it had never really occurred to her. Her life plan, hanging proudly over her bed while she was living alone, now replaced by a movie poster of Jake’s that was luckily not Die Hard and the plan relegated to her little office corner, made no mention of it. She had plans for her career - many of them - and actually a few goals for her private life as well, to maintain a healthy work-life-balance as one should. But marriage? There had never been a date set on her wall for that. It was too risky, she’d reasoned even as a teen while drawing up her first plan. Unpredictable, since it involved a whole other person, and relationships couldn’t be planned and dated down to the day, which she hated to think about, and she wouldn’t have much time to date anyway if she was gearing up to be the youngest female Captain in NYPD history. And, if she was completely honest, it was sometimes too scary to think about as well - she knew she was a difficult person to be around, in some ways. Definitely difficult to handle as a romantic partner. What if she couldn't find a man willing to put in that work? And then see the dates on her calendar pass by, alone, or crying from heartbreak? No, marriage was not on her life plan at all, she’d decided at the ripe age of eleven in her pink and off-white bedroom while writing down all the big moments of her life to come.

On the other hand, it had always been an obvious yes. Having a husband, having a family - she could imagine nothing else, growing up with all her siblings, with her parents still being obviously in love with each other after all these years, with her tias and tios and abuelas and abuelos all around her. What would life even be like without that kind of family? Without people over at her place every holiday, without someone trusted by her side tag-teaming all the tasks and duties of everyday life, without that little group of people that she knew would always be there, would always be loving and caring for her the way she loved and cared for them. It was unimaginable. She’d seen the endlessly romantic scenes in films and read about them in her books, and while she was not easily impressed or swayed even as a teenager, she was definitely... expecting some of that in her own life. She wanted the romantic moments, the flashbacks to tell her children and grandchildren about, the beautiful proposal, the perfectly-planned wedding, the photo album of years and years together, of all the milestones a couple could have. Yes, marriage was definitely on her life plan, tucked into the back of her mind and ever present.

At what point, though, had she decided that it was Jake of all people who would disrupt her calendar so completely, while also fulfilling the dreams she didn’t dare write down on it?

Then again, that wasn’t Jake anymore - maybe it had been during their first few years as only co-workers, but he was constantly changing, growing up step by step, maybe a bit later than others, but definitely growing. He was always willing to learn, as much as he’d moan about it all. He was willing to get better, spurned on by competition, maybe, or by the desire to be the best -anything- he could be, not just best detective, but he was willing no matter the reason.

And then again, that wasn’t all that Jake had really been, ever - maybe on the outside, to the unknown onlooker, but not to those who really spent time with him. As careless as he was with his own health, he was always caring for everyone else in his own subtle and not so subtle ways. As ridiculous as his jokes and pranks were, he also knew exactly when they were not appropriate anymore, and he could lend a hand or a sympathetic shoulder just as seriously as he could stand guard for you if you needed a moment alone in the evidence lock-up. As much as he would boast about himself and throw jabs at everyone else, he would also turn into the ultimate hype-man for everyone on the squad at the mere mention of one of them failing or stumbling.

And if Amy had been given the chance to write a wishlist for the man she wanted to spend her life with at any point of her planning - that kindness, compassion and support would’ve definitely been on the top of it.

She realised she still hadn’t answered Rosa. Luckily, Diaz was exactly the kind of person who knew how to hold onto a weighted silence and give her all the time she needed without interrupting her. She simply sipped her heavy-on-the-vodka-please drink and waited.

“I don’t think I-” Amy started up again, realising that her beer bottle was now completely label-less, a small heap of paper on the bar counter next to her. “I don’t think it was one big moment, to be honest. I think it was a lot of little ones.”

“Like what, buying folders together to get his desk straightened out? The moment when he actually used a five-syllable-word right? The day he finally stopped mixing gummy bears with red vines and calling it ‘sugar bolognese’?”

“I know you’re making fun of it, but those were all milestones in their own way, okay?” Amy shot Rosa a little glare, which proved to be extremely ineffective against the other Latina’s taunting grin.

“But they weren’t the moments?” Rosa continued to poke her, turning her voice several octaves higher for the last words. “Where Jake turned into the knight in shining armour baby-Amy definitely used to draw into her diary?”

No, they weren’t. Sure, Amy was proud of Jake for all of them. But they weren’t the moments where she’d realised that this was it, that this person was her person. That there would never be anyone who loved her the way he did, and that she could never feel for anyone else what she felt for him.

She tried to think of something romantic, something big to throw back into Rosa’s face, make her stop the jokes and understand. Make her see that it wasn’t about the grand gestures or the perfect match that made Jake her one and only, as cheesy as that sounded.

They’d had many big moments, that was for sure.

When he went in front of the whole precinct here at Shaw’s to cryptically talk about how much just six days with her meant to him. When she knocked on his door to say screw light and breezy and his eyes lit up as if she’d just taken the weight of the world off of his shoulders. When he sat at the back of an ambulance, a bullet wound from her in his leg and the memory of Figgis’ gun still on his temple, and none of that seemed to matter because they were back in sync and he’d get to finally go back home with her. When he forfeited a bet, lost a collar and gave up his entire apartment for her happiness. When she was knee-deep in files at the precinct long after her working hours and her phone rang, an unknown number on the screen, and when she picked it up she heard his voice so far away and metallic and realised that he must’ve broken several rules and put himself into danger just to get a phone into prison to talk to her. When he spun an entire Halloween heist around today to get her to win it, all so he could give her that soft scared smile as she turned and saw him down on one knee.

Rosa knew about all of these. She’d witnessed them, or heard her drunkenly ramble about them during their weekly get-togethers. And they were all big moments, good moments, special moments she would re-tell to everyone who wanted to hear about her and Jake and their story.

But they weren’t all of it. They were the big plot points in their shared book of life, that was for sure. But they weren’t the kind of quotes she’d underline, the ones she’d write little notes into the margins for. The ones that made her love this book more than any other story she’d ever read.

Yet when she thought about those definitely underlined quotes that came up in her mind now, they all seemed so… trivial, compared to what you’d expect about romantic epiphanies.

Like the time she picked him up at the airport coming back from prison, when he leant back in his seat and took a deep, almost inappropriate sniff of her stupid little pinetree air freshener, telling her how unreal it seemed that someone could miss a smell like that, but that he’d longed for it for weeks now. That it wasn’t pinetree to him anymore, it was the comfort of Amy’s car, and their morning drive to the precinct when he was too tired to get into his Mustang, and Amy picking him up after a few hours too long working on a case, all wrapped up in one scent that he never realised he could miss. He was sniffing an air freshener, with his uneven beard scratching all over it, red eyes from an early flight and maybe a few tears they’d shed at the pick up area, and Amy was sure her heart could never ache as much for anyone else as it did for the tired man sitting in her passenger seat.

Or the time she’d come home from work on his first day off after they’d moved in together, expecting to see her prim and proper apartment turned into a slouchfest the way his old place had been. Only to realise that nothing had changed - safe for the take out containers next to the sink, which had enough left in it that they could share it for dinner. Only to realise that he had actually done all of the laundry, and folded all her socks and underwear exactly right, and even folded the fitted sheets properly, and put it all into the closet in the system she’d developed but never actually written down, because it came to her like second nature. Only to realise that meant that he’d watched her, every time she’d done it, to learn it all perfectly so he could do it for her. And she looked at him as he jumped up from the couch to heat the take out for her as she changed out of her work clothes, and realised that she never wanted to share her home with anyone else.

Or the time he’d first been invited to the big Santiago summer get together, and she’d stressed over it just as much he did, making information binders on her family and their quirks and their habits and what he could say and what he should absolutely not say. But when the party finally came, and he’d squeezed her hand so nervously stepping into the living room, he managed to remember every single brother’s, sister-in-law’s, niece’s and nephew’s name, made extra time for her abuela Claudia’s stories and waited for her tia Maria to translate everything someone yelled in Spanish for him, sat down at exactly the place on the table that would’ve secretly been reserved for him as a test, and slipped into dinner conversations and children’s games down at the lake as if he’d always been there, always been a part of her family. She watched him running from her nephews’ water guns and secretly rolling his eyes at her while talking to her brother David and offering his arm to her abuela Sofia on a walk the way he would usually offer it to her, and she realised that it fit so well because he should have always been there, that this spot in her family had always waited for him.

Or the time she’d started her period while staying over at his place for the first time ever, waking up to stained sheets and cramps and the rushing feeling of pure embarrassment, telling him she was so, so sorry and would buy him new sheets and probably better get home so she could deal with this and not bother him for the rest of the weekend despite the plans they’d made. And he’d simply gotten out of bed, rummaged through a cabinet in his bathroom and returned with painkillers, a hot water bottle, and a box of pads and tampons he’d bought after an awkward day at the academy when Rosa had lectured him about always being prepared for anything his fellow detectives could need. And he’d parked her on the sofa after she’d changed into one of his boxers, and the washing machine was already cleaning the sheets and her underwear, and he said be right back and returned from the bodega on the corner with ice cream and salt & vinegar chips and her favourite chocolate. And she looked at him as he sat down on the other side of the couch, remote already in hand to see what they could binge-watch this weekend, acting as if nothing was wrong and she hadn’t just completely inconvenienced him and weirded him out with her problems, and she realised that she hadn’t. That they’d been together barely a month and a half, and he was already so comfortable having her around that he was prepared for anything. That she could lay it all on him, without the fear of being embarrassed or rebuked as she had been with any other man in her life before him.

Or the time she cancelled what was meant to be their second date ever (after that awkward, chaotic, yet happy-ending first one) because she’d gotten sick. When he showed up that evening at her door, she’d been worried he hadn’t gotten her text (she was too stuffed up to speak properly on the phone, she’d realised when calling in sick to work). But he was wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants instead of a date outfit, and carried a grocery store bag and a drug store bag, and then he made her take a bath with one of those cold-remedy bath salt sachets he’d found, and cooked her his mom’s sickly-soup (with store-bought matzoh balls, he had to admit, he never quite got those right), and let her pick any movie she wanted to watch while they ate their soup wrapped up under one blanket so she could steal all of his body heat. He’d been to her place as her boyfriend only twice before, but she realised as she snuggled into his arms under the blanket and blew her nose into one of the extra-soft tissues he’d bought that she’d felt so wrong being sick and alone at her home, that she’d subconsciously hoped he could be there to rub the vapo-rub on her back before she went to sleep that night, and that nothing felt more right than him already whistling in the kitchen when she woke up feeling slightly better the next morning.

They were all these little moments, these facets of life that barely even mattered to outsiders, that happened and re-happened several times a year. But they did matter, and they came into her mind every time her mom warned her on the phone not to be ‘too hasty’, every time her non-work friends asked her if she was really sure she was talking about ‘Peralta, the guy you used to moan about so much’, every time someone made a joke to Jake and her about her being ‘above his pay-grade’ or them being ‘an odd couple if they ever saw one’. It was these little moments that mattered so much more to her than any grand romantic gesture could, and that manifested in her mind that Jake was it, and always had been.

The bottle of beer in her hand was still label-less, but she noticed that it was also empty. She didn’t know when she’d transitioned into Spacey Amy, but looking up at Rosa’s face, seeing Gina next to her who’d apparently walked up at some point, she realised that she’d been talking, not thinking all of this.

“Daaaamn, girl.” Gina replied, but her voice was quiet, not even close to the usual mocking tone she’d take on for Amy. Rosa next to her was silent, blinking hard, and if she didn’t know her any better Amy would’ve almost believed she was fighting back a few tears. Which was ridiculous, because this was Rosa, and she’d only had six drinks, which brought her barely close to the emotional level she needed to even think about crying. Rosa’s drunk-scale started a lot later than Amy’s did.

Amy swept away a little tear from her own cheek while grinning awkwardly down at her bottle.

“Good thing that was one drink Spacey Amy and not two drink Loud Amy, huh?” She tried to joke, but Rosa only shook her head.

“Santiago, shit like that, you should shout from the fucking rooftops. Or at least into your fiancé’s stupid grinning face. Damn, I’m genuinely so happy for you two dorks, you’re so perfect. Don’t ever quote me on that, though.” Rosa had at least reached the swearing stage of drunkenness, the one where she’d wrap genuine emotion in as many rude words as possible to make it seem like she still didn’t care as much as she did.

Amy looked over at Jake and caught him looking away just as quickly. He’d been watching her again. He often did when he thought she wouldn’t notice, she’d realised that early on in their relationship. They’d be watching a movie, or hunched over case files, or simply hanging out at her kitchen counter nibbling on take away leftovers and discussing their day, and she’d look up and notice him almost flinching away. On the rare occasions that she woke up after him - once in a blue moon, when the night had been far longer than she’d planned, like tomorrow, probably - she would roll to the side and meet with his eyes, half-closed and shining and definitely, completely focussed on nothing but her.

It was almost unsettling to be the centre of someone’s attention like that, but in a good way. In a way that made her heart skip a beat, because she’d never expected to be anyone’s point of focus like this, ever.

Maybe, besides all the little moments and epiphanies, that had actually been the point of no return for her, love-wise - when she realised just what she was to Jake. Everything, he’d told her not just once during his more romantic moments, whispering in her ear and pressing a kiss to her temple. You’re everything to me, Ames, and sometimes I think you’re even a bit more than that.

“Hey.” She heard his voice next to her as he walked up from the long-forgotten dart board, where Gina was quick to jump in and challenge Terry to another round to see him flex his shoulders.

“Hey yourself.” She grinned back, one drink Amy still on the clock.

“Thought I should come over here to tell you something really important.”

“Oh, sure.” The serious tone in his voice made her steel herself almost as a reflex. “What is it?”

“I realised I’m absolutely, crazy in love with you. Is that okay?”

And there was this grin, this stupid wide grin she knew so well, that always looked a bit different when it was directed towards her than anyone else. Amy couldn’t help but laugh as she softly punched his arm.

“Yeah, you know.” She looked at the ring on her finger as she stroked over the space she’d only just hit. “I think that’s pretty okay.”

He leant down for a kiss, and they could both hear a gagging sound from the side.

“Knock it off, Diaz.” Jake shot Rosa a fake-angry look. “You’re not allowed to make fun of us today.”

“Alright, alright. I don’t need to watch it, though.” Rosa stood up from her bar stool, only to punch Jake into the other arm, definitely stronger than Amy just had. He grinned at her nonetheless, knowing full well that was as close and emotional as a tight hug would be from his old friend.

“Better take your fiancée home before she turns into two drink Amy, though. Think you’ve got some stuff to say that shouldn’t be heard from the whole bar.” She grinned again before walking off to beat both Gina and Terry at darts.

Jake followed her with his eyes before smiling back at Amy.

“My fiancée.” He repeated, and she could see how strange the word still felt in his mouth, strange and new and absolutely joyful.

“Your future wife.” She smiled back, and it didn’t sound strange at all. It sounded perfectly right. Because it had always, always been.

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Duskwood - thoughts, observations and summaries. (DW-TOS) Part 2!

And I came back with the second part!

82 - Jessy sends us a message asking if we send messages to Hacker, if we answer yes, she replies that he is scary. If we say "I happen to like him, actually." Jessy says, "I bet you're the only person in the world who likes this guy. But don't get me wrong, I don't think he's behind the kidnapping. He wouldn't take such chances talking to us."

83 - Jessy then comments that she had a similar conversation with the others, but it was about the MC. If we say, "If I were you, you wouldn't trust me," Jessy replies, "But I trust you. If others knew that I sent you a message, they would be irritated with me. Anyway, I think it's better if you don't tell him too much "

84 - Another message in spy mode, this time between Thomas and Dan. Thomas contacted Dan, and Dan asked where Thomas was. Thomas replies, "You know what? It doesn't matter." Dan then asks what was going on, and then Thomas responds by asking if Dan was still part of the deal.

85 - Jake sends us a message, asking what it was all about (referring to the conversation between Dan and Thomas). We can say that no matter what it is, it seems to be highly suspicious and Jake agrees. He then comments, "Maybe we can find out together what that means. I found it more than strange that Thomas disappeared after the news of the body appeared."

If we say "Wait, how did you find this out? I didn't tell you about it" Jake replies that he is not going to put all his cards on the table for us. At least not for now.

86 - We then started seeing a message notification between Dan and a guy named Poke. Poke contacted Dan to be sure, and also said that Dan knew the time and place. Dan then tries to make some price offers, I think. In the end Poke says he was sorry for the girl.

87 - We talk to Jake again, and he asks us what we thought all that meant. And we can guess that Dan is buying something from Poke, and that he's asking for good money for that thing. Jake says he thinks the same thing as us, and he praises us by saying "good job". Jake also comments that the thing that is purchased is highly illegal, as Dan made sure not to mention the thing.

88 - Telling Jake that we should get to the bottom of this, Jake replies that he was going to get Poke's number. If we say "And what should I say?" Jake says "I didn't say the plan was perfect ... Can't you try to get this person involved in a conversation? Say you got a friend's number. Maybe you can get somewhere with this or not. If it doesn't work out, you can say you sent the number to the wrong number. Doesn't that sound convincing? " He then asks for time to find out the number.

89 - Jake contacts us, and says he managed to reconstruct a part of the image (of the medical prescription) And he says that we should take a look at it.

90 - Jake wonders why Hannah put a prescription on the cloud. For he could not understand what it would take a person to carry this in the cloud.

91 - So Jake says it would be better to search the almighty internet for what SSRI means. (SSRI was what we could see in the prescription)

92 - In this part we can place a bet with Jake to see who finds out the fastest =]

93 - We found that SSRI is a medication to treat depression.

94 - If we ask Jake if he knew that Hannah is suffering from depression, he says he doesn't know, so he says it didn't make sense and finally says he would talk to us later.

95 - We can then ask Jake if he was okay, he replies that he was okay, and then we can ask if we did something wrong, then he says "No, of course not. Let's talk later. I have to do some research" and then he goes off.

96 - We decrypt a file, this time it was a written file.

97 - Cleo sends us a message saying she was in front of Hannah's apartment, if she asks her what for, she says she went there at random, and says "But I think it wouldn't hurt to take a look".

98 - Cleo then tells us that it really wasn't spontaneous, and that she had thought about it asking herself "Would Hannah do the same for me? And I'm sure she would. She would have done it on the first day, as soon as knew. " We can then tell Cleo that we would like to have a best friend just like her.

99 - Cleo says to us "If it makes you feel better, I'm not invading. I know where her emergency key is hidden." And before entering, Cleo decides to call us and says "As you know, two heads are better than one"

100 - On the call, Cleo walks around the apartment and goes to the second floor, when she hears someone's footsteps, and when that mysterious person opens the door, we can't see who it is because the call hangs and then falls off. (If I'm not mistaken, was that the end of chapter 2? Or was it 3? Wait ... it was the end of chapter 2)

101 - So, now in chapter 3, Cleo, apparently a few minutes after the call dropped, she sends a message. She then tells us that Thomas was at the door. Cleo says she is still in the apartment with Thomas and says she would speak to us later.

102 - Jessy sends us a photo of a newspaper article reporting the body that was found. She was angry because the article was too short about something that should be given more attention, but apparently Duskwood likes to ignore the disasters that occur around the city.

103 - We returned to the group where all the guys are and Thomas finally appears and comments that it was the police and tells the group that the body found was not Hannah's. But we still don't know whose body it was (we only discovered this more recently in chapter 7, but I'll leave that to comment on when I get there).

104 - If we ask Thomas if he was at the police station all this time, and soon after he came to tell the group that the body was not Hannah's. He replies that before that, he was crying like a baby after we told him about the body, and then he went to the police. And then he asks us if we are happy now. After we answer him, Thomas says nothing and goes offline.

105 - Jake sends us a message, and he says he decided to read the conversation between MC and Cleo. We can tell him that this no longer surprises us, but then he apologizes and comments that after our phone call went down, he was a little worried. We can ask him "Well, what do you want me to say?" and he replies "I know it's not comfortable for you. But I would like you to look at it from my point of view and understand why I am doing this." We can ask him "So is it important how I feel about you ?!" Jake replies, yes, he cares what we think about him. We can tell him that we also care about what he thinks about us. (Then he replies with a smile :) )

106 - Jake asks us why we thought would take Thomas to Hannah's apartment. We can guess that Thomas was trying to recover something there. Jake says it is a very logical assumption, but to be honest he was not sure, and it was better to wait because he was sure that Cleo would tell what had happened.

If we tell Jake that we think something wasn’t right, he responds "Do you think? I didn’t notice anything.", We can answer him because we think something was wrong, saying that Cleo wanted to say something, because of Thomas . We then found out that Jake has problems deciphering emotions through text messages, and he says that MC managing to do that is of utmost importance.

We can then tell Jake that we have never heard of anyone who has had this problem before, and Jake replies, "There are few people who can openly admit their faults. I usually find it very difficult to do. "By thanking him for telling us something like that (you know, something so personal, admitting your failure? I think it takes a lot of courage and trust with the person you are talking to. Who likes to admit their faults openly to other people? Especially to those you hardly know?)

Jake says we could talk about it in more detail again in another moment, if we wanted to know more. But now there were more important things to talk about.

107 - We then started talking about what we found in Hannah’s cloud (That written note. Unfortunately I don’t have a printout of the note, so I’ll describe the note in other post) Jake tells us that he read it several times and couldn't understand what it meant. We can then share with him our thoughts on the note, we can say that Hannah wrote that note because she was trying to process something, because the text was very emotional. Jake tells us that MC is incredibly observant.

108 - If we ask Jake if he never thought Hannah's behavior was strange, Jake says no. Asking him "But you know Hannah personally, right?", He replies "I don't think I can say I do, no", "Does Hannah even know you?" Jake just says that he will one day tell everything, when the time is right.

109 - Asking him about Poke's number, Jake replies that he needs more time to find out and asks if we still remembered what we were going to tell him.

110 - When commenting on Hannah's antidepressant medicine, Jake says he had no idea that she suffered from depression. However, he says there is no need to worry about this for the investigation, as it would not have hurt herself, and that it was not even under discussion.

111 - Jake then says that until now we already knew the most important things, and then we can comment on the body, and ask if Jake was trying to avoid this issue. He says no, at least not intentionally. He also says he already knew it couldn't be Hannah's body and asks us if we had discovered anything in the meantime.

112 - It is then that we can comment on the legend of Duskwood, the legend of the mwaf. Jake asks if we want to talk about it, but then we can answer him "When the time is right". Jake says "Are you making fun of me now?" and we can answer "It doesn't look so good, does it?", Jake then admits that it made him laugh, and that he deserved it because he always made us wait to know things.

113 - But even so we give Jake a chance and we tell what we found, commenting that it is about an old legend, about such a man without a face, that he goes after people who have committed terrible sins, and drags them to the forest, and they say Hannah is one of their victims. Jake says he understood, but that he generally doesn't have much hope about legends and ghost stories. He also says that we weren't supposed to misinterpret him, but he was still going to check, but that he was going to find out Poke's number first.

114 - We talk again with Jessy and Richy about the legend of the mwaf, and about the fact that Alfie saw Hannah being dragged through the forest. Richy gives his opinion that Alfie, like him, was born in Duskwood, so he must have heard about the man without a face several times, and having heard about Hannah's disappearance, it's easy to mix reality with imaginary stories.

115 - If we say that we do not believe that this is what happened, Jessy says that she agrees and that the mwaf is a real clue and that we should go further, whether or not Richy was with him, since he did not believe in those things. In the end Richy decides to stay so things won't get out of hand

116 - As the conversation ends, Richy realizes that he hasn't added us yet.

117 - Richy asks us a favor, asking us not to instigate Jessy too much with all this mwaf history. He also comments that Jessy is the type of person who WANTS to see the monster, that he is real. We can then tell Richy that we are only after facts, that is, behind clues, not monsters, and that makes Richy feel more relieved. We can also ask if Richy is in love for Jessy, he is embarrassed and asks us why we think so. When we say it's just a feeling, he is speechless and denies it, but then asks "But what if I liked her?" , we can say that we don't care about that and he replies "That's good. As long as you don't think I'm in love with her." (he makes a spelling mistake, but I don't know what it would be like in English) When we correct him, Richy says that we pay a lot of attention to details and says that he will talk to the MC later.

118 - We decrypt another written file and send it to Jake. After he took a look he said that this note was completely different from the other. We can say why we found that note different by saying that "It's easier to understand" Jake agrees and adds that the first note was mysterious, almost enigmatic, while the second note seemed to be talking about an experience. And we can say "A diary?" Jake agrees and says that our discovery was really important, and he praises us saying that we did a good job.

119 - Jake says he wants to try to do something new with us, taking notes on some of the most important key points, and after he and we made our conclusions, we would compare. When we say that we think this is a good idea, he replies that he is happy we found it.

When we finish our notes, Jake compares them, and depending on what you answered, Jake can tell you that surprisingly our notes are the same as his (again, I don't have a print of the text, so when I get to that part of the game I will do some prints and comment on it.)

120 - Jake begins to summarize all the clues that have been found. We know that Hannah visited a family, and in that family there was a woman named Iris, Hannah was accompanied by an unidentified man, and his support meant a lot to her. They were talking about something that Hannah already seemed to know, she hoped to find out more and Hannah was feeling very guilty about this family. In addition, it is commented at the end of the note on "The emerald eyes".

121 - We can guess that this note is related to Hannah's disappearance. Jake comments that this may be the way to find out Hannah's exact steps in the days before she disappeared.

122 - Jake then ends (or tries) the conversation by saying "Very well. I think that's it for now. Or is there anything else we should talk about?" And at that point (if you have premiums) you can ask Jake "Tell me your name". He replies "My name? Why would you care about my name?" And then we can say to him "Because I like you." "Please" and then he finally reveals to us that his name is Jake. So we can say "Hello, Jake" and he replies with "Hello, MC" "I'm getting careless. This is not good" and we can ask him if he doesn't feel relieved and Jake says "Yes, strangely. At the same time, it's dangerous to open up to you. There's a lot at stake for me." we can tell Jake that he can trust us, and he replies "I want to trust you" Then right after he asks us "So now I would like to find out more about you", When we ask what he would like to know about us, he responds by asking if we are dating someone. If we say "No" and ask him why he would like to know, he replies "I don't know. I ..." when we say "Yes?", He says "I think you're fascinating" (Aww Jake, you know how to conquer me, don't you? Did I just think that this would be something Sherlock Holmes would say if he were in love? Just me? Ok .-.)

and of course, we can answer him saying that we also find him fascinating =]

Quickly Jake says he better go before he blushes, and then he says he'll talk to us later.

123 - Richy sends a message to the group saying that something is now on a date, which will be on Sunday at 2 pm, we found out shortly after he was referring to the search he would have in the forest to try to find Hannah, that the women of church at Duskwood are organizing, Miranda, Cleo’s mother, she’s the one who’s leading the women’s group.

124 - Cleo sends us a message and says that Thomas is hiding something. Cleo says he was shocked to see her there. She asked him why Thomas was there at Hannah's apartment, he replied that he was at the police station and was told that the body was not Hannah's, and then he said he went to the apartment to find clues, because now the time was even more essential than before.

125 - Cleo realized that she hadn't heard Thomas use the key when he entered. She asked him how he got in and Thomas smiled and said it was clear that he had the key, and even made a kind of joke about whether Cleo didn't remember that he was Hannah's boyfriend.

126 - Cleo comments that Hannah and Thomas had fought a few weeks before she disappeared, and that he had returned the key to Hannah.

127 - Thomas took something from the apartment.

128 - After Cleo talks to us, she will talk to Richy, she said that when she was running she heard voices and jumped over the junkyard fence. Richy doesn't seem to care about that, and says that if Cleo wanted to reward him, she would just make the famous pyramid cake. And Cleo was already doing that.

129 - Richy says it was his voices arguing with Paul (Richy's dad) and then he says "She got lost outside again because he wasn't paying attention." (Who is "she" that Richy commented on? Was it his mother?)

130 - Jessy sends a message to the group of legends saying that she had an idea, that she was sure that in the library there was a book that told about mwaf.

131 - Jake sends us a message saying he got Poke's number. And we found out that we have to call Poke because he has a private account, luckily the connection fails so Poke is obliged to send a message to us.

132 - We found out that Poke is a keyring. And then it all makes sense, Dan bought a key from Poke so Thomas could get into Hannah's apartment.

133 - We talk about it to Jake and then he asks if we had talked to Cleo. We can comment that Thomas took something from the apartment, Jake asked if we knew what he had taken, of course we don't know, but we can guess that he took something that linked him to the kidnapping.

134 - We can also comment that Thomas lied to Cleo about the key.

135 - And we can tell that Hannah and Thomas had a fight. Jake is incredulous that Cleo has known this for so long and only tells it now.

136 - If we ask Jake what he thinks of all that, he replies that we have enough reason to be careful with Thomas. However, we should not yet feel safe with others.

137 - We asked Jake what we (MC) should do now. He responds to act normally around Thomas, as if we don't know any of this. Jake also says that we should find out about Thomas's side.

138 - Jessy went to the library, but the book had already been borrowed, and on top of that it was not known who was with it, and whoever had the book with it was already 4 days late to deliver.

139 - We see a conversation between Phil and Jessy. He said he was disappointed that Dan hadn't shown up on the first day of work.

140 - Apparently Cleo went to snoop around the bar (she had already commented that she would go to the bar to try to find new information, but she didn't tell us when she went.)

141 - We heard that Cleo asked Phil some questions about Hannah, and he was very rude. Saying that Hannah was flirting with someone, and that it was just a matter of time before she messed with the wrong guy.

142 - Richy asks if he should talk to Phil, if we say yes he will talk to him after he leaves work.

143 - Dan talks to Jessy, apologizing for what he had done, he said he had forgotten. Then he invites her to a date at the Black Swan.

144 - We found a photo of a raven carved in a tree in the forest.

145 - Jake starts writing, but then gives up, so we can talk about what it was, that it was the crow sign. Jake asked if this had anything to do with the legend we had mentioned earlier.

146 - Jake says he's going to leave it to us, and we can say "Because you don't believe that, right?", And then he says "No, because I trust you. I would suggest showing the photo to your friends."

Okay, I know, it doesn't have as many topics as the other, but I think I've reached the limit for now, and I have to do a few things now, so I don't have any more time to write =/

But I hope you like it and that it helps you in some way. See you in the next part! :)

(Well, 633 prints have been transcribed so far, with only 1677 left to write xP)

(Sorry if it have something confusing or has English errors ; -;)

Part one if you haven't seen it yet! DW-TOS1

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Request for Awp! 23. Whispering “I love you” between kisses. + 34. “I know, love, I know.” / Katie /// Time in the Entity’s realm passes by slowly. Or, rather, it doesn’t seem to pass at all. Everyone here is essentially in limbo, a never-ending hellish purgatory that repeats and repeats and repeats. No one knows how long they’ve been here - years pass without any changes to a person’s physical appearance here. Everyone and everything stays the same, other than the Entity’s need to celebrate the holidays occasionally, and the new survivors and killers who get dragged here as well. Death is not an escape, yet no one ever dies. In Laurie’s opinion, things could be worse.

If anything, things have gotten better since she first entered the fog. Having been here longer than most, she’s grown close to her fellow survivors. Back in Haddonfield she never had as many friends as she does now. She was too introverted and shy - Annie and Linda were the ones who came to her first after all - and she was content with her life as a babysitter who never partied but got good grades. But after the horrifying events of the last Halloween she spent with ignorant innocence, a fire had lit inside of her that refuses to let her die, even in a place where death is the only constant. But no one truly dies here. It’s just a rinse and repeat cycle of violence and dimming - but never diminishing - hope. Seeing new people come to the campfire gives her a bittersweet feeling still. Sadness that they have now met the same fate as her and will never leave, but slight happiness at the small change of pace. It becomes insignificant once everyone gets used to the newcomer and they come yet another rusted cog in the Entity’s machine, but at the moment everyone appreciates the distraction while they can. Plus, a new survivor comes with a new killer, and she finds that the more killers who come the less and less chance she has of facing her brother in a trial. There’s also the less chance that she has to enter a trial herself in general, which is always good in and of itself. She would much rather stay at the campfire with her companions. Even so, she still worries about her friends who do enter a trial. The latest ones who got dragged by the mist had been Quentin, Kate, Claudette, and Jake. She’s not as close with Claudette and Jake as she is with Quentin and Kate, but she hopes that all of them come back to the campfire having survived the trial. That would be the best case scenario, everyone escaping, but it’s a lot more rare than she’d care to admit. Kate had taken a med-kit with her when she left. Laurie hopes that’s enough. “Thinking about Kate again, huh?” She snaps her head up to see Zarina, who smiles back and plops down ungraciously next to her. “Ah, my knees,” she groans. “I gotta stretch more.” “I’m sure you’re fine,” Laurie says, turning her attention back to the campfire. To her left she can see Feng sprawled across the laps of her girlfriends Meg and Nea. She smiles softly as she watches Nea mess with Feng’s hands teasingly as Meg politely talks to them about something. Probably about Claudette. Those two by themselves have had the longest lasting relationship here - though Dwight and Jake’s could easily rival it. She hears Zarina start to hum a familiar tune next to her, and she gives her a side-eyed look that has no bite to it. “Really? Huntress’ lullaby? Out of all the songs you know, you pick that one?” “Hey, she was the last killer I went against! Her song has a habit of getting stuck in your head, you know.” Laurie thinks about all the times she’s caught herself singing the song when she was busy doing a generator or patching someone’s wounds and finds herself reluctantly agreeing. “I know, I know. But Kate’s songs are better.” Zarina nudges her. “Are you sure you aren’t being biased just because you love her?” Laurie tries to ignore the blush creeping on her face. “I’m not! Everyone would agree that she’s the best singer and songwriter here.” “You’re not wrong about that, though Nea would probably disagree with you about the singing part. Kate is also the only professional singer here. Maybe the Entity treated us by giving us a survivor who knows how to sing - and who even brought a guitar along here. Life can get so dreary without music.” Laurie lowers her voice. “Even Nea knows she can’t sing - she only does it to bother us.” Zarina stifles a laugh. “Don’t let her hear you say that. She wouldn’t hesitate to push Feng off of her just to fight someone.” “Feng would probably join her.” “Ah, love,” Zarina sighs. Laurie notices how her eyes glanced at Élodie when saying it, but she doesn’t comment on it. She’s not the type to push herself into other people’s business. Zarina turns back to her and offers another smile, this one reassuring. “Try not to worry about Kate too much, okay? She’ll be back before you know it. And who knows, maybe she’ll want to sing for us after she gets a nap in.” Laurie looks down again, still feeling worry in her chest but she lets out a breath. “Alright. Kate probably wouldn’t want me to be too worried anyway.” “I’m sure she’d appreciate the thought. Though, she’d probably appreciate anything you do, since she likes you. A lot.” “I sure hope she does otherwise this whole “dating” thing we’re doing is going to be very awkward.” Zarina laughs and pats her back, letting the conversation die naturally. The trial should be ending soon. It’s been going on for quite some time, and Laurie’s thoughts wander back to Kate, just like they seem to always do lately. She doesn’t know how or when they got so close. She remembers Kate walking to the campfire the same day that the Clown started showing up, and Kate had been everything back then that she still is today. Kind, outgoing, thoughtful, optimistic... traits that Laurie shares but not to the same extent. Where she is the glimmer of light before night that gives dawn its name, Kate is the entire sun engulfing the sky in all her glory. She gives hope, and hope brings life, and life is everything. Laurie doesn’t know how she manages to stay so positive, but she’s grateful for it. The Entity feeds on hope. Those who fall into despair are never seen again. People like Kate who keep everyone’s spirits up are literal lifesavers more so than pleasant company. Laurie tries not to think about it too much. She scratches the palm of her hand and puts all of her attention into the flames dancing a few feet in front of her. -.x.-.x.-.x.- “ - and then Claudette picked me up off the ground and we both sprinted to the exit. It’s been a while since I’ve felt adrenaline pump through my body like that.” Kate tells her story with a wave of her hand but no exaggeration to her words. She’s in a particularly good mood - common for those who have successfully escaped a trial. Even more so for those who managed to escape being hooked once. She grins slightly and answers a question Laurie didn’t have the chance to ask. “Quentin and Jake didn’t make it. Jake sort of sacrificed himself to save Claudette, and poor Quentin ended up getting yanked off a generator twice.” Twice? “He’s not getting enough sleep again.” “Yeah, but I think it’s because he’s been a bit preoccupied with something. Rumor has it that he has a crush on someone.” Laurie blinks. “Quentin does? With who?” Kate shrugs. “No one knows for sure. That’s what it’s a rumor. Either way, today was an unlucky day for him. I’m just glad he’s resting right now like he deserves.” “I hope he sleeps long enough before his next trial. It’s dangerous to get distracted in the middle of one.” Kate smirks and scoots closer to her. “You mean like the time you blew a gen when I kissed you on the cheek?” Laurie smiles at the memory. The killer had found them, of course, but it was worth it hearing Kate’s loud giggle at what must’ve been a look of shock on her face. “I couldn’t been so mad at you for that, you know.” Kate pokes her cheek. “But you weren’t!” “No. No, I wasn’t.” “Because...” Kate prompts, moving her finger to wrap an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder instead. Laurie stares at her in turn, not completely taking the bait but not rejecting it either. “Because I’m cute, and you could never be mad at me?” Kate finishes for her, tone smug and sweet at the same time. Laurie almost wants to disagree out of spite, but huffs a laugh instead, choosing to indulge her. “Okay, fine. Because you’re cute.” Kate smiles widely, leaning forward and kissing her as reward. Laurie responds in kind, wrapping her arms around her back to hold her in place. She sighs silently, happily, leaning into the touch. She feels grateful that, despite the constant pain and deaths and hurt she has to endure in this place, she’ll still able to have moments of reprieve like this. Tenderness, and comfort, and affection. Love. As she’s always thought - it could be worse. But it isn’t, and if there’s anything to feel joy about anymore, it’s this. Sitting here by a tent, a bunch of camaraderie and laughter in the background, and kissing her girlfriend, her songbird, without needing to worry about anything else. At least for a little bit. If she had to be honest, she never thought she’d heal enough to love another girl. She had loved Annie with her entire soul, and her death was nothing short of tragic and traumatic - taken by the hands of her brother. She didn’t want to love another person, not when he was still alive: a threat to everyone she cares about. He had taken everything from her, and would do so over and over again until he finally took her life. She didn’t want to potentially subject anyone else to Michael’s wrath. But the Entity’s realm is different. Kate is different. Everything is different. Laurie had grown close to her, and her love had blossomed naturally. Unexpected, surprising, a little scary, but she welcomed it. She had nothing left to lose here, and Michael could never truly take the lives of those she loves anymore, and that gives her a strange sense of peace that she hadn’t felt in years. It was relieving and freeing, and kissing Kate felt like an embodiment of those two emotions she never knew had been suppressed from her. “I love you,” she whispers against her lips like a sad prayer. She kisses her again, mumbling her words even more. “I love you.” Annie would be happy for her. She knows this. She’s breathing it. “I know, love,” Kate responds. Her voice is hushed and serious, her fingers ghosting the back of her neck. “I know.” Laurie melts into the fog.

#dead by daylight #shay writes #actingwithportals #kate/laurie #laurie strode #kate denson #halloween #to make the polyshipping clear:#nea is dating meg and feng #meg is dating nea and claudette #feng is dating nea and yui #and in the future yui is dating feng laurie and kate #we love polyships in this house

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Fic req #2

requested by @cephuss

“Could you please write a fic where Jake does all he can to protect Kevin until the rest of the squad arrive but gets injured in the process?”

I don’t really feel very confident about this fic so I’m sorry

I hope you enjoy it !! :))) if you have any requests please let me know

So..what did y’think?” Jake grinned at Kevin as the credits Con Air (starring Nicolas Cage) began rolling.

Kevin shrugged but had a smile on his face. Being stuck in this safe house was scary and frustrating. He missed everything about his life before but he understood it was for his own good. He’d gotten strangely fond of Jake Peralta, the Detective assigned by his husband to protect him. Kevin was also aware of Jake’s lifelong struggle with daddy issues and felt an odd nurturing instinct for Jake and trusted him completely.

Suddenly a car pulled up on the driveway. It was unfamiliar, which instantly caused anxiety to build in Jake’s chest. There were no planned visits to the safe house from Amy or Captain Holt so Jake instantly thought the worst. He’d prepared himself for this but he was still fearful and confused about how they found him.

“Okay Kevin” Jake said, trying to remain calm. “Don’t panic but I think they’re here”

Kevin raised his eyebrows and looked tentatively at Jake.

“I’m going to call the 99, please go hide” Jake continued. “You’ll be okay I promise.”

Jake knew that it was unprofessional to make promises because he had no idea what was about to go down, but when was Jake ever professional? Kevin nodded and complied. It was strange to see Jake with such a serious demeanour. He ducked into a bathroom and locked on the door.

Yelling sounded from the other side of the door along with loud, aggressive banging on the door. Jake got his gun out of his pocket and slowly made his way toward the doorway.

“I know you’re in there Kevin” a man shouted from the outside. “I’m going to kill you!”

The door began to be beaten hard, wood chippings beginning to drop onto the floor. Jake lifted his gun, preparing for whatever was behind it.

The door broke open revealing a group of three men, one visibly holding a gun. After that everything happened so fast.

“Where is he?” one of them said.

“Why would I tell you that?” Jake responded.

Now that the moment has come, Jake was lost on what to say. Kevin had quickly become like a father to him and Jake couldn’t let anything happen to him.

“Drop your weapon or I’ll kill you” the man continued, raising his gun to point blank range to Jake’s face.

Jake didn’t have much choice but to place the gun at his feet. One of the men barged past Jake, flinging him into the wall. They were so much stronger than they looked and Jake knew he was at risk but he had to protect Kevin. Getting to his feet quickly, Jake went after the men.

“Where is he?” One of the men demanded again.

“I’m not going to tell you that” Jake responded, trying to be calm.

“Out of my way, cop” the man continued, but Jake didn’t shift.

Suddenly, fist began to fly. Jake was being punched repeatedly by the men. He winced in pain, hoping the squad would be there soon. Jake attempted to fight back but it was hard when he had three opponents. They continued looking for Kevin and asking Jake for his whereabouts, hoping that if they hurt Jake enough he would tell them.

Eventually one of them saw that the bathroom door was locked. Despite the pain, Jake managed to stop them from getting to Kevin. He got to his feet and jumped in front of them, blocking them with all of his strength. However it was exhausting and Jake was hurt badly but he couldn’t let them get Kevin, no matter the cost. The last thing he remembered before slipping into unconsciousness was the arrival of his squad and “NYPD FREEZE.”

Later

Slowly, Jake opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright lights around him. Judging by the smell and sight, Jake assumed he was in hospital. He felt slightly dizzy and sick. After a few seconds Jake remembered Kevin and the safe house. He tried to sit up frantically but pain seared across his head and arm which caused him to let out a pained groan.

“Jake, Jake calm down it’s okay” Amy said to him softly.

“Ames” Jake said, his voice still croaky from sleep. “What happened?”

“You passed out after we arrived,your arm is broken and you’re quite badly bruised but you’re going to be okay. we caught all of the perps” Amy explained, taking Jake’s hand in hers.

Jake nodded, figuring that much. His brain felt foggy, likely as a result of concussion or medication. He looked down to see the drip in his forearm.

“Where’s Kevin? Is he okay?” Jake asked.

Jake felt a comforting hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Kevin.

“Don’t panic,” Kevin told him, “I’m safe and it’s all thanks to you”

A smile spread across Jake’s face.

“Kev!” Jake said excitedly. “It’s so good to see you”

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(This is 1,600 words omg...but I guess I had a lot to say. Under the cut for spoilers.)

Heist episode. I am here for it. And I hope we get another heist episode next season because the writers know how to write a good heist and Ocean’s 9-1-1 is an episode I enjoyed a lot last season. The set up for the episode was just on point from the stylistic choices made at the beginning of the episode so that we learn their names to how well planned everything is and how the idea of taking control of the 9-1-1 call center just makes sense in terms of the real crime — the art heist. I just loved that.

The set up for the roles each of the “bad guys” is taking is also not only interesting but looking back a misdirect in the role of Tiffany to the whole operation. Also the whole bit with the security guard, Jake, since we the audience don’t know that he’s involved. In fact, we think he’s dead for a moment.

Maddie managing to send Chimney an SOS in saying “I love you, Howie” from last episode and sending the ball rolling is still impressive writing to me. When things get tied together within storytelling — that does things to me. Chimney immediately finding it odd and trying not only to call her back but also to call 9-1-1 before making the decision to call Buck in the end — I loved that entire sequence. In general there has been so much work put into prior episodes to set up this one from the whole bit with Maddie and Chim to what happened to Josh and they’ve done an amazing job pulling it off.

Also it’s 8am, where was Buck coming from? Because since we know that this episode takes place the morning after the dinner Chim and Maddie had then we know that Chimney wasn’t working which to me means that Buck likely wasn’t working either. So Buck was either out somewhere all night (insert side-eye), or he was out somewhere super early in the morning looking like that because Buck in regular clothes — that also does things to me. Actually...it kinda looks like he was just fetching his mail and Oli said on twitter Buck was getting home from work.

While we don’t see it, we know that Buck tries to call Maddie. No answer. Tries to call Josh. No answer. I love that Buck does have Josh’s number at all. It’s also interesting that Buck and Chim while worried don’t know what to do or even if they should be worried. They just both know that something is up and yet there is no real urgency between them because as Chim says she’s at the call center. What could possibly have happened there? Oh, if only you knew.

At the call center we have the whole hostage situation escalate. We see the epi pen when they’re collecting everyone’s things and they oh so obviously show it so early on because it will come back into play. It’s subtle enough and yet another instance of good writing by showing the weapon and then putting it aside until it’s needed.

This episode is all about this crazy situation and how it goes down both within dispatch but also about how those outside it figure out that something is going on. Both aspects of it make the episode have a certain intensity, it uses dramatic irony in a way that has us wanting the characters to have all the info that we do.

One of the very impressive things about this episode is how the people working at dispatch never actually give up and that they try their hardest to use their skills and their knowledge to figure out the situation and find a way to get help. From how they figure out what area of LA they don’t want dispatch to send anyone to, to how much information they are taking in from what they overhear Greg and the others saying. Not once do they give up even.

Josh thinking quickly on his feet and sending Athena to Chimney’s apartment despite the fact that he’s also dealing with Greg there and memories of what he’d just gone through because of Greg — I just love that so much. I also really appreciate that Josh not only knows Chimney’s address but also Athena arriving there and not already knowing that it’s Chimney’s place brings them all that closer to figuring out what’s happening. Chimney keeping Buck on the phone but then just hanging up on him while he goes off with Athena, did either of you expect for Buck to just stay out of it?

Also prior to Athena arriving, Chimney was 100% ready to go out to dispatch himself and I’m sure Buck would have joined too.

I saw a bit of talk about confusion about Buck showing up right where Athena and Chim were but he knew where they were going so it all made sense for him to show up and spot her car and just get in front of her to get her attention. I also don’t think either Chim or Buck were thinking about calling anyone else at that moment. I saw a bit of complaints about Buck not reaching out to Eddie because why wouldn’t he but I see it as perfectly reasonable because there is no time for any of that and because Athena also tells them in not so many words not to. She doesn’t even necessarily want Buck there. Buck has more things to worry about than trying to call Eddie or Bobby or Hen or really anyone else when they can’t do anything to resolve the situation.

In the meanwhile, the situation at dispatch gets worse because as far as Greg knows, Tiffany is screwing up by taking too long and then there’s also Terri making an attempt to pull the fire alarm and Josh being brave and saving him. Not only is that happening, but the heist team is falling apart and they’re turning on each other and don’t even know that really they’re all being played all along anyway.

The truly scary moment was seeing Athena walk into dispatch and how absolutely close to being shot she was. But then Sue steps up and saves her and not just that, she manages to pass on yet another message. Code 77 - ambush - proceed with caution. It’s the last thing they needed to finally be able to say that something was truly going on. Next they take Athena’s car off of the GPS system. And then all the rest of the police, RA units, firetrucks all go off of GPS and they are ready to go. Obviously this makes the heist team suspicious, but that also sort of breaks them apart further.

Linda is the real MVP because she’s the one that pretends to have an allergic reaction. Greg somehow believes her and doesn’t even see it coming when Maddie stabs him with the epi pen instead. And then dispatch takes the building back and it is amazing that they manage it But Sue shooting at Foster. Loved the strength of that. But then we have Josh facing the possible death of the guy that tricked him and beat him up and then took him and the rest of dispatch as hostages and he jumps in to give him CPR because it’s the right thing to do but also because he wants Greg to suffer in prison and face his crimes. Of course, Greg is somehow the one that tells the police everything.

I admit that I did find it a bit strange that Buck wasn’t standing with Chimney when Maddie came out. However, I didn’t find it strange that he hung back and let Chimney and Maddie have the moment. It also reads like closure to everything we had in the previous episode between them and to me it felt important to show how much Maddie has come to rely on Chim. She doesn’t really need Buck...she has Chimney.

Throughout the whole thing one thing that was consistent was Buck’s belief that Maddie would be okay and that she could handle herself. He and Chim are worried but even when Chimney and Athena are headed over to dispatch, it’s Buck that tries to tell them that they can’t give themselves away. I think this shows so much growth in Buck — the lack of running into things without much of a plan other than a need to go. And we already know that Chimney is level headed despite his worry. They’re letting Athena handle it and I think they both realize that Athena and the others can handle it and will be doing their best to get everyone out alive.

In the end we get a recap of everything that happened. I love that this is split between Athena and her family and then Buck, Maddie, Chim, and Josh. This would have been the perfect moment to insert Albert into the episode and maybe Eddie and Hen as well. After all, we get a tiny bit of Bobby. But instead we really focus on the full story of the heist and we find out about Jake and Tiffany and how poor Josh got involved in the whole mess.

Overall, this was an enjoyable episode. It was a bit of fun and I think it absolutely fits into the show. It is a bit stand alone other than the Madney stuff and yet that works within the context of the show since it takes place in the course of a day. I know the lack of development for anything other than Madney frustrates a few people but I absolutely enjoyed it and I can’t wait to see what we are in store for next week with Eddie Begins.

Honorable mention to how the bad guy named Oliver was “the muscle” because that entirely felt like they were calling Oli out.

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