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obsidiancreates · 11 months

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Icewild (Part 2)

(There should be a Read More link but if it doesn't show up tell me because that's been happening lately and I don't know why.)

The arrival of the newcomers is... interruptive, but not halting. There's still the matters of making sure the ogres don't turn on the humans, of tending to wounds, of having a new day.

Of breakfast.

Barnabos keeps Kremy in the corner of his vision as he works on the monkey bread. The lizardfolk clearly knows his way around a kitchen as he pulls a chef's hat out of a bag of holding, and then a little pencil which he uses to add curls to the ends of his mustache. Then he pulls out a strange belt of some kind, fastening it around his waist.

"Alright Gid. Just light me a little fire here and then hang around in case I need ya."

"Sure thing man." Gideon lights the little fire below the pot and then steps back, crossing his arms and keeping his own eye on Barnabos.

"Not the trusting sort there, Mr. LeCroux?" Barnabos asks. "No need for a bodyguard, as long as ye don't strike first."

"Who said anythin' about a bodyguard? I just like havin' Gid around."

Barnabos sees Gideon puff up a little at that with a smug yet proud smile. Ahhh, well, that makes sense. Always better to have one's lover looking out for them, even when it might not be needed.

"I'll be servin' up a feast myself this morning," Barnabos says, tossing some pork into a pan and deeply inhaling the scent as it sizzles and pops. "All sorts o' fine foods, sweet an' savory alike."

"I'll be cookin' up some Agwe classics myself." Kremy pulls a small bag of flour from his belt, as well as a small glass jar of oil. He measures both out carefully and mixes them together in the pot. "Sausage and chicken gumbo, and maybe a tarte. We'll see, I dunno if I wanna risk a beezleberry infestation here."

"... Did you hit your head when you landed here, lad? I don' understand half the words yer saying."

"Oh. Right, well, a beezleberry is some kinda... horrible Feywild monstrosity. Tastes real fuckin' good! But kind of otherwise really horrible in every other way."

"I thin' I speak for everyone when I say you'd best leave that out."

"Yeah, probably."

"Is Agwe a Feywild city as well?"

"What? No, it's a fuckin' normal city."

"No need to get up in arms, Mr. LeCroux! Was just askin', I don't recognize the name is all."

"I guess it is pretty inland for someone like yourself to visit."

"It's where you wanna go if you're lookin' for a good time," Gideon says, pulling out a cigar and lighting it with his magic. "Gamblin', sleepin' around, scammin'-"

"Sounds like you should tell Mr. Stabbaskotch about it!" Barnabos declares with a grin. "He's the scammin' and gambling sort!"

"Not surprised." Kremy just keeps stirring his flour and oil mixture. "I could taste fiendish magic all around that little fella. Hope he got himself a good deal out of it."

"We may never know." Barnabos pops the bread into the oven. "He's got some sort o' beastie after 'im, but if you ask me he just needs to face it."

Gideon takes a drag from his cigar. "Sounds like he got a shitty fuckin' deal. Hey, how big is this fuckin' breakfast gonna be?"

"I'll be makin' a feast for the whole camp! It'll be plenty to fill up on, don't you worry."

"I'm making enough gumbo for seconds too, Gid." Kremy gestures back at Gideon. "His stomach's made of fire and stuff, he needs extra."

"Well I'm also keepin' up some fuckin' gains." Gideon flexes and grins.

"I'm not so scrawny myself, lads, I know what I'm doin'. ... Speakin' of, Mr. LeCroux, are you ever going to add any food to that there slurry?"

"The rue's barely there! It's only a light caramel, I'm looking for milk chocolate."

"Yer burnin' it on purpose?"

"Cookin' it. Keep your hands away though, this stuff is fuckin' Agwe Napalm."

"... And that's a common dish there? Something that they call napalm?"

"Can find it all over, none's as good as mine though."

"... Maybe don't tell Mr. Stabbaskotch where to find your city, on second thought."

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The breakfast is a hit.

Kremy made enough gumbo just for his own family and their "hosts", so to speak, while Barnabos fed the rest of the entire camp. Not a single crumb or droplet was left behind of either of their meals, the gumbo being a highlight.

"Holy shit!" Skrimm literally bounces in his set a bit. "How have I never had that before?!"

Jornir places his bowl away. "It was... very good." He nods at Kremy.

"I'll admit, I 'ad my doubts watchin' the process, but it was well worth it." Barnabos sops up the last dregs of it with some bread. "I'll be tryin' to make my own take on it soon enough."

"Lookin' forward to tryin' it." Kremy leans over to Gideon and, less subtly than he thinks it is, whispers, "I saw him fuckin' drown everythin' in that Ancient Estuary shit Duncan had, I'm not fuckin' eatin' that so I'll just give it to you."

Gideon tries to laugh in quiet gleeful agreement. It's also louder than intended. Everyone graciously ignores this little conversation, for the sake of the ogres and their new holiday. Otherwise Barnabos and Skrimm might be rolling for initiative over the slight against Ancient Estuary.

"Oh! By the way, not to uhhhh impose," Gricko says, making a strange hand gesture, "But um, the big fella, there."

"I am called Jornir."

"Jor-nir-aye."

"... N-no."

"Anyway! Um, I noticed you've got a little funny shedding going on," Gricko says, lowering his voice and running his words together at the tail end of his sentence as he tilts his head. "And if I'm not mistaken, my friend Kremy here should have some nice bananyas leftover because he never used them in his pie, and I think it would make a nice, salve." he folds his hands and gives Jornir a funny little smile.

"Oh, yeah, I think you're right." Kremy reaches into his bag and pulls out Bananas.

Daisy gives Kremy and Gricko a look of perplexion and judgement so strong that it's a wonder they don't take psychic damage.

"They're fuckin' magic healin' bananas, alright?" Kremy tosses one at Jornir.

Jornir catches it, and examines it. "This is... infused with magic." He looks at Gricko. "I did not believe you when you said you were a druid."

"Oh, that's fair, I'm not the usual kind." Gricko pats Hootsie on the head as she, with an intelligence more humanoid than animal, pulls a plate of muffins closer and begins eating, picking out any chunks of fruit she finds like a picky child.

"Well... thank you. I will go use this." Jornir stands and leaves the table, and just as pointed out there's a fine dusting of fur on the seat as he leaves.

When he returns, there's sure to be... more visible damage.

But in the meantime, things settle a bit.

"Well," Taishen sighs, "Before all of this happened I'd told Myelin I'd check on an issue with the plumbing system, so I'll be going now. They gave me a wonderful outfit to do it in, too!" He holds up a pair of blue overalls and a fetching red cap.

"Oh, you guys got plumbin?!" Gideon leans in. "Why didn't anyone say so, we're fuckin' filthy!"

"Well, it's not working right now-"

"Oh, I'll get that workin'." Gideon stands up. His chains fall to the floor with a heavy clang! "Just fuckin' watch. Take me to the ogre sewers, dragon guy."

"Oh, company! Excellent news!"

"Go get 'em Gid." Kremy calls after them.

"Jackasses," Skrimm snorts.

Queenie glares. "They're fixin' your water, Skrimm."

"They're also working when they could be relaxing."

"But a hard day's work can be rewarding!" Twig bounces in her seat and holds up a hand. "You get to have things working right, you get to feel all nice after you get cleaned up, you get to lick frogs you find whole cleaning out the cupboards-"

"Lick frogs?" Skrimm's face scrunches.

"Didn't you try snake poison with the ghosts, Mr. Stabbaskotch?"

"Totally different."

"Yeah, snake poison tastes bad." Twig shrugs. "Anyway, I think it's gonna be better once they get the water running."

"Yes, I... am in desperate need of a bath. I'm still... messy, from Julia and Bobby's... acts."

Torbek makes a low sound of both disgust and intrigue. Frost wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be returning with good news for us," Barnabos says, leaning back in his chair and puffing on his pipe. "Oh, Mr. Jornir! Lookin' much better. What do you think about all this, sending the fire lads to fix the plumbing."

"I think that it will not work," Jornir says, sliding back into his chair and smelling of smushed bananyas. "And that we will need to have everyone move before we go to take the Armament from the Princess. ... And after the blood sacrifice."

All mouths at the table fall open.

"... Talk about a mood killer," Gricko mumbles.

There's a long silence.

And then Daisy raises her hand and signs, "I nominate Bacon for the sacrifice."

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #icebound #my attempts at fanfic #fanfic

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tomurasprincess · 2 years

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So, I'm probably going to make a post about this since it's a cool thing and a funny thought. But I wanted to come to your ask box and tell you about it too.

In DOL I had gotten about £4000 in a week and I really didn’t want to give half of it to Bailey since I had worked so hard to make that much. So I decided to fight her, and realized the best course of action would be to make her (in my game Bailey's a girl) orgasm and it was easier to do than I thought. (Though she's gonna let some person sneak into my room and noncon me soon, but hey, what's new? I think I can handle it.)

So I didn't have to pay. And it's said a penny saved is a penny earned, so I just saved/earned £2000 by making her orgasm!

...

THE BROTHEL'S BEEN SCAMMIN' ME FOR WEEKS!

Oh damn, that is a nice deal right there. Last time I tried to fight Bailey, my stats weren’t right or too low or something…not sure what. But I got my ass kicked by Bailey and wasn’t able to get them off 😂.

#degrees of lewdity #video games #I should maybe try again with different stats #I hate constantly having to pay Bailey damnit

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mousemilf · 3 years

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my friend and i are going to start selling fake magic on fiverr. she is actually p good at divination which i think could potentially work over distance but like other than maybe that, i def dont think its possible to do any type of spell or whatever for someone u have no connection to so we're gonna b just straight up scamming ppl. we r both charismatic girls so i think that works in our favor wrt scammin. and we look like hippies so i think it will b easy to pass ourselves off as some type of warlocks. we'll probably make like 10 bucks and give up.

#ic

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aphee-sheiz · 3 years

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Alexander Hamilton x Levi Ackerman

Thanks a lot for the inspiration, almondmilkpienuts.

Please note I'm not a native English speaker; I probably messed up a lot of lines, be free to criticize and/or correct

104th, Cadet Corps consists of Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Blouse, Jean Kirstein, Historia Reiss, and Connie Springer

Veterans refer to Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharius, and Hanji Zoë

Squad Levi is Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn and Gunther Schulz

Everyone implies 104th Cadet Corps, Veterans, Falco Grice, Gabi Braun, Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church, Squad Levi, and Onyankopon

[Zeke Yeager]

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore

And an Eldian, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot

Inside the Sina wall by providence,

The vilest kid they've showed ya,

Grow up to be his people's strongest soldier?

[Mike Zacharius]

Just some other 5'4 guy without a father

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

[Hanji Zoë]

And every day his friends were being slaughtered and carted away

He lived through days, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

[Isabel Magnolia]

Then the Survey Corps came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain,

[Furlan Church]

Put on his ODM gear, connected it to his brain,

But once they got his friends, his efforts all proved in vain

[Mike Zacharius]

Erwin Smith watched him there, he said, good shape you've been caught in

Spoke that day with Zachly, asked to have his crimes forgotten

[Erwin Smith]

Learn to fight the Titans,

[Isabel Magnolia]

Don't forget from whence you came

[Hanji Zoë]

And the world is gonna know your name

What's your name, man?

[Levi Ackerman]

Captain Levi Ackerman

They call me Captain Levi Ackerman

And there's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait, just you wait

[Oluo Bozado]

His father's nowhere to be found, and his mom's debt-ridden

[Gunther Schulz]

He's five, and now see captain and his mother bed-ridden

[Eld Jinn]

Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

[Petra Ral]

And captain got better but his mother went quick

[Erwin Smith]

Kenny took him in, but the man then left and later died

Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside

A voice saying,

[Erwin Smith, Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church]

"Levi, you gotta fend for yourself"

[Erwin Smith]

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

[Kenny Ackerman]

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute

He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution

Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord

Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford

[Hanji Zoë, with 104th Cadet Corps]

Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on

Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on

The foot of the stairs leading to the new land

[Erwin Smith]

Above ground you can be a new man

[Squad Levi, Levi Ackerman]

Above ground you can be a new man (just you wait)

[Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church, Levi Ackerman]

Above ground you can be a new man (just you wait)

[Veterans]

Above ground you can be a new man

[104th Cadet Corps]

Above ground

[Levi Ackerman]

Just you wait

[104th Cadet Corps]

Captain Levi Ackerman

[Falco Grice, Gabi Braun]

(Captain Levi Ackerman)

[Veterans]

We are waiting in the wings for you

[Onyankopon]

(Waiting in the wings for you)

[Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church]

You could never back down

[Everyone]

You never learned to take your time

Oh, captain Levi Ackerman

[Kenny Ackerman]

(Captain Levi Ackerman)

[Everyone]

When humanity sings for you

[Hanji Zoë]

Will they know what you overcame?

[Erwin Smith]

Will they know you rewrote your game?

[Mike Zacharius]

The world will never be the same, oh

[Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman]

The man's in the headquaters now

See if you can spot him (just you wait)

[Hanji Zoë, Levi Ackerman]

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (just you wait)

[Historia Reiss]

The Yeagerists destroyed his rep and Eldia forgot him

[Everyone]

We, fought with him

[Erwin Smith]

Me, I died at him

[Squad Levi, Isabel Magnolia, Furlan Church]

Us, we trusted him

[Hanji Zoë]

Me, I loved him

[Zeke Yeager, Eren Yeager]

And us, we are the fools who became his enemies

[Everyone, with Levi Ackerman]

There's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait

[Erwin Smith]

What's your name, man?

[Everyone, Levi Ackerman]

Captain Levi Ackerman

#levi #levi ackerman #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #hamilton #alexander hamilton

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sternbagel · 3 years

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Inspired by the wonderful OC lore that @charlotte-balfours-garden wrote and posted, I decided to finish this piece that’s been sitting in my drafts for months about my own RDR OC, visual references here!

Note: This takes place in canon, Chapter 3, and while everyone calls her Alberta Taylor at this point, it’s not her real name, just something she’s been going by for years because of something in her past. Professionally, she’s a bounty hunter, but has dabbled in other things.

Read This First

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Well, at least the one thing today that hasn’t been surprising is Arthur finding Al has dragged a chair over to his tent to read, one leg propped up on the chest at the end of his cot. Sometimes she’ll set up there to get ample shade from the sun, and according to her, the chest is the perfect foot rest height.

“Afternoon, Arthur,” she greets lazily as she turns the page.

“Miss Taylor. Comfortable?”

“Sure.” She cuts her eyes up at him from under the brim of her hat, seemingly just to give him a greeting glance and smile, but when she spots the shiny new accessory pinned to his vest, her head raises higher. “You steal that off a dead lawman or somethin’?”

And it begins, Arthur thinks with a snort. “No, Dutch—” he waves an arm in the direction he came from, though Dutch has long ago left that area—“got us ingratiated with the local sheriff, so now we’re honorary deputies.”

“Was Sheriff Gray drunk?”

That’s surprising. They only met the sheriff yesterday, and he’s not sure the full story of their encounter has been relayed to the rest of camp, just the orders not to cause any trouble. “How’d you know his name?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he realizes that most likely, it was Hosea. Those two are close.

She answers with a cavalier shrug before he can say anything. “I’ve been here before. Once. Didn’t stay long.”

Arthur takes the bait she leaves out. “Why not?”

“Well, it’s Lemoyne. I don’t spend very long here if I can help it. But first time I got to Rhodes lookin’ for bounty posters, Sheriff Gray was puking in the bushes. Somehow he managed to get out that they do all the bounty hunting themselves. No reason to go back.”

“Well, that’s pretty much how I found him when I went lookin’ for Dutch and Bill.”

“Figures,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Not that I really care, but where is Bill? Didn’t see him come back with y’all. Still with the Sheriff, ingratiating himself?” She looks thoughtful for a moment. “I didn’t get that impression off him, but I wasn—”

Arthur holds up a hand and shakes his own head with a smirk. “No, no, the Grays around here don’t seem… his type. Matter of fact, I should probably warn Bill to just play it cool—“

“What, drunk, dumb, and ignorant ain’t Bill’s type? What about that guy we saw him chattin’ up at that saloon in Armadillo?”

“That ain’t what I mean,” he snorts.

“I know.” Al flashes a playful smirk. “I’m just messin’.”

“Well, anyway, no, he’s off hidin’ some wagon full o’ moonshine we stole off some bootleggers under the Sheriff’s orders. Hosea’ll know what to do with it.”

“Moonshine?” This seems to pique her interest, again to Arthur’s surprise. “You know who you stole it off of?”

“Yes…” Arthur’s eyebrows knit together. He slowly lumbers over to his table, laying down the deputy badge and watching her carefully. Al’s expression is calm, but it’s a thin enough veneer that he sees the curiosity building by the second. “What’s it to you?”

“Curious.”

“Yeah.”

The book in her lap finally closes. “I used to run with some moonshiners not too long ago.”

“Alberta Taylor. Well, I never took you for a bootlegger.”

She throws an arm over the back of her chair and lets her head fall back, exposing more of her neck. It’s then that Arthur notices she’s not wearing her usual green neckerchief. Or her green jacket. She must be really burning up to be in just her workshirt and jeans. “Not every professional bounty hunter is a staunch upholder of the law, Arthur Morgan,” she says matter-of-factly with a lift of her brow.

“I never said that. Didn’t mean it neither. I mean, look who you fell in with, I know better. I just ain’t seen you drink much moonshine.”

“Sure. Always been more of a beer and tequila woman.”

He plops down on his cot and lights a cigarette. “Then what you doin’ runnin’ with moonshiners?”

“Tell me who you stole the liquor off of first, cowboy.”

Arthur concedes. Al is stubborn. “The Braithwaites. And those fellers that run around here with those yellow bandanas. Sadie and I ran into ‘em a few days ago. Uh—”

“Lemoyne Raiders?” She sneers. “I’d hoped someone had snuffed ‘em out by now. Hijo de putas.”

He takes a long drag of the cigarette before answering. “Yeah, that’s them. You’ve had some run-ins with ‘em, huh?”

“Like I said, just the once. Three of them stopped me on my way into Rhodes. Brought ‘em into town, dead, which is when I met Sheriff Gray. They didn’t have any bounties on ‘em, so all I got outta one of his deputies was five dollars. I know they weren’t even worth that much, but he coulda paid me more,” she grumbles. Her light Cuban accent comes out more the lower her voice goes.

“Sounds about right. Least ya got paid somethin’.”

“I guess.” She picks at the spine of her book for a moment. “Wasn’t long after that I met a… moonshiner legend, so to say, through a mutual friend. Though friend seems to be pushing it.”

He gets the sense she’s not fully sour on the “friend,” so his shoulders shake in amusement.

“He was a lot like Uncle, actually.”

“Lord.” Arthur snickers, smoke billowing out of his mouth.

“Yeah. Not as lazy. Probably younger, but who knows.”

“I reckon Uncle ain’t as old as he wants folks to think. Besides just bein’ too lazy, it’s probably why he don’t trim his beard.”

Al laughs, rougher than usual until she coughs and clears it up. “Damn humidity.”

“Tell me about it,” Arthur agrees, leaning forward and propping one elbow up on his knee. “So, this… moonshiner legend.”

“Ever heard the name Maggie Fike?”

The name isn’t familiar, but it isn’t unfamiliar either. “Don’t think so,” he settles on.

“Well, she’s been mostly out this way rather than out where y’all been running around. Revenue Agents caught up to her a couple years back, tried burning her alive. Didn’t work, but gave her a nasty scar and bad eye. Almost puts Marston to shame. Almost,” she adds with a grin as he walks between Arthur and Strauss’ tents.

“Take a look in the mirror, Miss Taylor,” he grumbles back. Then he chucks a cigarette butt at a chuckling Arthur. “You too, Morgan.”

John disappears around the side of the tent as Arthur brushes off the butt. “Cranky cause he ain’t had his midday nap.”

“Pick better material.”

Al chuckles and presses the palm of her hand on her hat, affixing it more securely to her head. “Anyway…”

“Anyway…” Arthur sighs lightly. “You said she survived?”

“Yeah, went into hiding for a while. Somehow got a hold of my ‘friend’, who then asked me for help gettin’ her business back on its feet. Easy work at first. Finding a good location for the shack, gettin’ her some supplies, that stuff.” She waves a hand around. “Most folks don’t pay much mind to a bounty hunter buyin’ supplies in bulk like I was or destroying illegal stills. Sometimes I brought in the other moonshiners to the local town to collect on a bounty. Made for a better cover for what I was really doing.”

“Takin’ out the competition.” Arthur chuckles.

“Exactly. Then came—”

“What the hell are you two talkin’ about anyway?”

Al puts her hand back on her hat before tipping her head back, almost touching the back of the chair, and looks at John, upside down. Arthur leans forward more to get his own look and the rangy outlaw, who’s circled back around to the other side of his wagon.

“And what the hell is that?” John asks. He’s looking directly at the badge on Arthur’s table, disgust etched into his features. As if it’s some rotting, maggot infested carcass Arthur’s using for decoration.

Arthur sighs and briefly explains again.

“So this is just another excuse for you to play dress-up, eh? Guess I need to tell Hosea you’re itchin’ to go scammin’ with him again.”

“You do that, it’ll be your pecker in the stew pot next meal.”

Al’s crossed her arms over her chest and is watching them with barely contained amusement. “Playing dress-up? I don’t think I’ve seen that side of you yet, Arthur.”

“And you won’t,” he growls. “Only reason Hosea takes me on those jobs is because he knows I hate it. Just once I’d like him to take Marston instead.”

“You sure about that?” Al studies John as if she’s a talent agent in the big city. “Doesn’t he like to avoid mayhem on those jobs?”

John snorts indignantly. “Yeah, well, I’d like to see you try and follow Hosea’s lead. I swear even he don’t know what he’s doin’ half the time.”

“But it works.” Her eyebrows raise pointedly.

“But it works,” John concedes.

“Well, next time you go, let me know. I’d love to watch y’all work.”

“Whatever,” John grumbles as he waves her off and saunters away. Apparently he’s given up on butting into their conversation.

“I ain’t pullin’ that type of job with Hosea again. What we had set up in Blackwater, sure, but not...” Arthur wags a finger in the air, then unfurls the rest of his fingers and waves his hand once before letting it fall back in his lap. “Not that. The girls and Trelawny are much better’n me anyway. Safer that way.”

Al shrugs. “I won’t argue that.”

“So, back to what you was sayin’?” Arthur’s not willing to let the moonshiner story drop. It’s not often she lets down her walls and tells stories of her past that don’t directly involve some bounty she’s nabbed. He knows what happened to her family, but that had been a moment he wasn’t meant to see, and neither of them have ever brought it up again.

“So after we get a shack set up, she gets word of where this old buddy of hers is, go rescue him so he can make our moonshine. Not long after that, her nephew’s gettin’ moved from Sisika, so I go rescue him.”

Arthur pulls the cigarette from his lips and folds his arms across his chest, leaning back against the wagon. “Just you against a bunch of lawmen?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Morgan,” she drawls, lolling her head to the side.

“Suppose I shouldn’t be,” he chuckles.

“No, actually, I had a couple friends with me, cashed in on some favors. I’m not stupid or reckless enough to take on an armed prison transport.”

Arthur just shrugs. “Woulda believed you either way.”

“You’re too trusting,” she remarks. There’s a teasing lilt to her voice, but her eyes sparkle with something else.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

“Well, we bring them back to the shack, get the business up and running. Enact some revenge on a rival of hers in the meantime, I get to kill the agent who tried to burn her. Spent about a year with them. I didn’t do a lot of the actual running of moonshine, one of those friends who helped me break out Maggie’s nephew, Lem, did most of that. I focused on taking out the competition, clearing out Revenue Agent roadblocks when we were sure we couldn’t sneak past them. The real dirty work. But I didn’t mind, kept me moving, out of the government’s crosshairs enough that I could keep killin’ those damn agents.”

Arthur cocks his head curiously. But she isn’t done talking, so he lets her continue, holding onto his question for now.

“Couple months before I ran into y’all, I told them I’d have to leave. I’d spent so much time in this area, couldn’t… Needed to get out and go back out west. See some old friends, see some open country. They reckoned they’d be fine without me, but threw them the name of another friend I knew’d be able to help them, pick up my slack.”

“So… you think they’re still runnin’ that shine?”

“No reason not to. Never heard anything about her being captured. Got a letter from them while I was in Blackwater, actually. They’re doin’ well.” She gives a fond, reminiscent smile. “That friend is working with Maggie now, too. Dunno how she stands him, but…”

“Good. Since we’re over this way, you plannin’ on seein’ ‘em?”

“They’re north, Roanoke Ridge territory. Might, if I feel safe leavin’ you fools by yourself for more than a week.”

Arthur chuckles and shakes his head. “I reckon we can survive without ya for that long.”

“With all the trouble you been causing lately? I don’t think so, Mr. Morgan.” Al fans herself with her book, smirking at Arthur pointedly.

“I actually got another question for ya,” he diverts.

“Shoot.”

“I been thinkin’ about this since you got here, but now, knowin’ how much you seem to hate the Revenue Agents, how come you’re a bounty hunter, takin’ payouts from the government, but runnin’ with a bunch’a outlaws? After a year of runnin’ shine, that is.”

A simple shrug is her reply, and the pause is so long Arthur isn’t sure she’ll actually give him an explanation, until, “You have your code, I have mine.”

“Huh,” he grunts. They watch each other casually for a long moment, then he asks, “You gonna explain?”

He can see her weigh her options, and eventually she relents. “You know…” Her expression immediately tells him what she means: her past, what happened to her.

“Yeah,” he offers quietly.

“Well, nobody’s born a seasoned gunslinger. When I first started bounty hunting, I had to take the easier targets. Most big pay days, or the jobs that are good start for those of us that’re green, they’re people who rob banks with a pen, rich people doing rich people crimes. They’re soft, easy, and all it really takes to catch them is knowing the land better and being tougher than city folk. Which ain’t hard at all. So, until I could stand on my own, those were the only kinds I took. Then I started goin’ after the bastards I really wanted to. People like the Johnson Brothers.”

She nearly spits the name. Arthur feels the sting in her soul.

“I never take those soft bounties anymore,” she continues after a deep breath, seeming more like herself again with every word. “Unless I need a break. But it’s been a while since I have.”

“Been a while since you took a bounty at all.”

She must notice the question in his voice. Not judgement, but question. “No. You’ve been kicking up too much fuss. Wouldn’t be smart for me to be seen around town here more than once or twice.”

Arthur rolls his eyes. While it is mostly true, it’s about all he’s going to get out of her, but he knows the real reason why. Even if she won’t admit it to herself. “Got me there, Al.”

“Not hard to do, Arthur.”

#also we're going with the bill is gay theory. but like. half the gang is gay so she's not making fun of that.#she hates bill. so she's making fun of HIM directly.#hope that comes across lol.#also i hope it's okay to tag you in this!!! I can fix it if not #rdr #alma tejada #my fics #i guess that's gonna be a tag. i mostly just share this shit with friends and post my much bigger projects elsewhere

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Title: Rumor Has It {12}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.

**Loosley Edited/Proofread**

**Slightly Interactive**

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You weren’t crazy. That was the fact and no matter what you wouldn’t be made to feel like you were. Yeah, you understood he was hurt and probably disappointed that you would even think to ask him if he was being unfaithful after everything. It was his right to feel however he felt, it was also your right to feel the way you felt. Something was going on and you didn’t know if he was gaslighting you and leading a secret life behind your back, or if you were imagining things and this was all your insecurities speaking. You knew that if this continued your marriage wouldn’t survive.

After Chris left he stayed gone. It wasn’t until the next day you were told by Jennifer his assistant that he’d made arrangements to stay in a separate room until checkout. You were hurt but you didn’t say anything. Though she knew something was up, she didn’t bring it up. You spent the next day apart while he continued work. When he came back to the room it was only to tell you that the schedule had changed, and he’d be flying out to LA sooner. He told you that you could fly with him or do your own thing. The way he spoke was so indirect, so aloof. It felt as if he were building a wall between you.

When you tried to approach him, he backed away. If you tried to bring up the problem at hand he changed the subject. His annoyance was clear, so you decided to let him fly out and you’d find your own way. When you said that he hesitated and looked even more hurt. You didn’t know what the hell he wanted from you. he didn’t take the time to explain it either, he just left. You were keeping count, that was number two.

Thanks to the four-hour delay of your flight out of San Diego you had ample time to think about your situation and try to come up with a plan. You hated to think that bitch outplayed you and created an even bigger issue. Deep down you knew she wasn’t as innocent as she played, it was clear in the way she underhandedly set Chris on you by tattling to him about brunch. She could have kept it to herself, could have let it roll off of her, but she chose the sneaky route. This was a game for her. Before your flight took off you shot a message to Zora and Kizzy. It was time to get the Three Musketeers together, three heads were better than one.

MSG: Meet me in LA. The Three Musketeers have work to do.

The weather in LA matched your mood, dreary. The rain beat down on the concrete from the minute you walked off the jet. It was like a monsoon. Once you landed your phone went off with messages and notifications.

MSG Chris: The weather isn’t so great. I tried calling to make sure you were okay. Maybe you should hang back a little longer to wait out the storm to be safe.

It sounded like worry, but it could just as easily be him wanting to keep you away from LA for a few more hours so he could have extra time to fuck around.

MSG Chris: I haven’t heard back. Call me when you get this Uriah let me know you’re okay.

As you climbed into your waiting car Kizzy and Zora were waiting in the back.

“Woah, how did you guys get here so fast?”

“You said we had work to do. We know Three Musketeers is code,” Kizzy announced.

You smiled. “Let’s go get that bitch,” Zora added.

You busted out laughing and threw your arms around both of them. At least they didn’t think you were crazy.

“I love you guys so much.

As the car drove through LA from the airport you filled them in on what happened in San Diego. The more you told them about Ana’s demeanor the more they thought she was behind everything. Both Kizzy and Zora firmly believed that Chris was innocent and that he would never do something like that to you. They were so sure about it you wanted to believe it too. You just didn’t know what the hell to think. The fact was he thought you were crazy.

The three of you went through evidence over the last few months to either prove or disprove that he was being unfaithful. As you did you found new information, new pictures, and sly comments in interviews that you hadn’t even focused on before. The three of you were like Inspector Gadget on crack in the backseat of the truck. You combed over evidence better than secret agents and the FBI and came up with theories and theories for those theories.

Once you pulled up at the house the case was closed, and the verdict was conclusive—or two out of three conclusive.

“This bitch is scammin’,” Kizzy blurted out as you walked inside. Chris’ car was not in the driveway, so you knew he wasn’t home.

“I agree with Kiz, Riah. Everything that we’ve looked at says she is doing this and controlling it. This bitch is trying to wreck your marriage. The posts are strategic.”

“The interviews absolutely strategic. She is the instigator in all of them. your dumbass husband is being friendly. Unfortunately for him his friendliness always comes off as flirtatious,” Kizzy added.

“And this picture?” You held up your phone of the picture of her in the “eat shit” sweater. This picture really boiled your blood.

“Bullshit, but I cannot explain just how the backgrounds are identical. You said the room you were in for brunch looked absolutely different. It is not uncommon for hotels to keep their design aesthetic similar for normal suites but for the statelier rooms, I’ve seen them be different in unique ways. This picture is suspect,” Zora admitted. You nodded and walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of beer from the freshly stocked fridge.

“So, you two believe Chris isn’t cheating but this picture overthrows your theory completely. We can’t even come up with an explanation.”

“Take a breath. I know it’s frustrating,” Zora began.

“Where are they now?”

“According to Chris’ schedule, he has the final junket in an hour at the Fairmount.”

“So that means she is also there. Let’s go,” Kizzy said as she sprang to her feet and bolted for the door. You and Zora just looked at each other, confused. When you caught up with her she was already in the driver’s seat of your pink metallic range rover, a gift from Chris.

“Where are we going?”

“Where do you think? Get in the car!”

You and Zora didn’t waste any time and hopped in. If you were a hot head and crazy, Kizzy was insane. She went from zero to one hundred in one second and when she was at one hundred it was known to stay the hell away from her, just like you.

As you drove Kizzy went through the plan. Get to the hotel, maneuver through it without being seen, find the part of the hotel where the junket was, remain hidden. After that Kizzy went into two variations, one that was perfectly sane and the other was straight up stalker. No man had you go full stalker. You couldn’t believe you were considering this. Since you guys had the time Zora suggested finding different outfits. It was just like her to always find time for shopping. Her reasoning was if you were going to play spies then you had to look the part.

Forty minutes later you were parked at the service entrance of the hotel dressed in all black. You had to talk them both out of masks. They were taking this a little too far.

“So, plan A or B?” their eyes landed on you waiting for you to decide how crazy you wanted to go. Did you want to sneak around and find out what you could, or did you want to find her bag and sneak through it, phone and all. There would have been a plan C if you hadn’t talked them both out of kidnapping and scare methods.

“Let’s start with plan A.”

It shouldn’t have been so easy, but you slipped through the back of the hotel which led to the kitchen. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen made sneaking around difficult so the three of you did your best to blend in like one of the workers. That was also easy despite being mistaken for delivery men and having to carry in ingredients for the upcoming dinner rush. Ten minutes later the three of you’d made it to the service elevator rolling a room service cart.

“Good thinking grabbing the cart, Riah. We’ll blend in for sure.”

As you stepped onto the elevator you pushed the top floor button and waited. You prayed no one came on the elevator but after ten floors your hopes were dashed. On the tenth, six people filled the elevator which had you discreetly hiding your face behind Zora’s shoulder. Thankfully none of them paid you any mind. On the twelfth the six additions left the elevator but as you were pressing the close button a hand stopped the doors from closing.

“Hold the elevator please.” A few seconds later a woman you recognized walked onto the elevator. Quickly you dropped down to one knee and pretended to busy yourself with something on the second trey of the car. You kept your head down hoping to stay hidden.

“Thank you for holding it,” Ana said.

You peeked up at Kizzy and Zora who had their heads dipped own as well, Zora had her face buried in a notebook that was attached to the car and Kizzy lowered her black hat and buried her nose in her phone. This wasn’t either of your first times stepping into Three bad bitches mode.

“Come on Chris!” Your eyes widened just at the same time Kizzy and Zora both peeked down to you with their eyes just as wide.

“I’m here, sorry I’ve been trying to reach Uriah to make sure she made it through the storm. She’s not picking up.”

You noticed Ana give her assistant Cora an eye roll.

“Uh-huh,” was her only reply. Chris continued tapping at his phone. You felt four vibrations on your ass and guessed it was Chris texting you. Part of you felt good about that. He was in this elevator with her and you were the only thing on his mind. Ana cleared her throat loudly.

“Sorry.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked at the two women beside him. “Where were we?”

“You were going to answer if you were in for drinks tonight,” Ana mentioned.

“Oh, tonight? I don’t know. It’s been a long press tour I really want my bed and some beer.”

“I can deliver on one or both of those things if you’d like.” Again Kizzy and Zora glanced at you. The air in the elevator quickly changed. Chris made a move to look back and it sent your head buried deeper under the cart. He cleared his throat and pasted an uncomfortable smile on his face.

“Choice is yours, I don’t want you to feel pressured. I know you enjoy our time together more with no pressure.”

What the fuck is she talking about, you asked yourself.

“I’ll let you know, but I’m leaning to not tonight.” The elevator doors opened, and he was the first to step out. You watched as Ana’s eyes dropped to his ass, it was then she let out a small moan.

“Yummy.”

You were seconds from jumping up and grabbing that stringy hair of hers but Zora’s and Kizzy’s hands on your shoulder pushing you down stopped you. when the doors closed again you looked like death.

“She is bold, I’ll give her that,” Kizzy said. You dug your phone out and checked your messages.

MSG Chris: Uriah I’m starting to worry. Please call me.

MSG Chris: I know we’re in a weird place right now and we’re both angry but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I love you. Just let me know you’re all right, please.

MSG Chris: I will always love you.

MSG Chris: No matter what.

Pushing away the influx of emotion that washed over you, you stuffed your phone back into your back pocket and pressed the open button on the elevator bank.

“Let’s go.”

The three of you stepped off the elevator and carefully walked down the hall that had several posters from the movie set up. You passed one of Chris as Ransom and you were tempted to stop and admire it, but you ignored it. as you passed each room you saw different actors from the movie being interviewed—Daniel Craig, Jamie Lee Curtis, Don Johnson, Lakeith Stanfield, and others. When we passed Lakeith Zora almost burst into the room. She had the only crush on him and if she had the chance she would lock him in a room and have her way with him. If you asked her she’d say it was only a matter of time before he was hers. You and Kizzy had to hold her back to prevent her from blowing your cover. She was not happy but knew there was a job to do.

After going down the halls and peeking into different rooms you saw the one Chris and Ana were on. They were in the midst of an interview. You watched on and took note of their chemistry. You could see why they were cast together, but it was clear she did not know the difference between pretend and real life.

You bit your bottom lip nervously trying to keep the insecure thoughts away, trying to trust in the fact that Chris loved you, and that the chances of him being a sociopath were slim. You were mostly convinced but when you saw Chris reach out and touch Ana’s thigh just above her knee you saw red. She reached out to rest her hand on his but he moved it before she could. That didn’t deter her though, she reached out and took his hand and hugged it to her chest with a wide smile. You watched the back of his hand press against her breast where her cleavage was and decided to abandon plan A. You were ready to jump to plan C. Almost as quickly as she put his hand to her bosom Chris took it back and gave an uneasy smirk. You pressed your back to the wall in the hall.

“Plan B.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Kizzy whispered.

The three of you waited for your window of opportunity. The longer you waited the more time your rage festered. Every time the interviewers changed you got a message from Chris. Each of them showed his concern with reaching you. You knew he hated when you were radio silent and to remain that way would have been cruel, especially seeing he was genuinely worried about your safety.

MSG: I’m fine. There were some delays and a lot of turbulence, but I landed okay.

You didn’t have to wait long for a response.

MSG Chris: Good, I’m glad you’re okay. Let’s talk. I have a little break at four, can you come by the Fairmount? I don’t want to leave things unsaid especially after everything we learned in therapy. I don’t want to backslide.

At the mention of therapy, you softened, a little.

MSG: Okay.

The butterflies filled your gut even though you were furious at him. You took a few breaths and tried to still them, but it was no use. He still gave you butterflies.

The three of you hung around spying but didn’t get much. There were a few breaks where Ana and her assistant chatted, and she pointed out to her how sexy Chris looked to which Cora agreed. Then there were a few moments where you caught her clearly trying to interject herself to initiate touching. The flirting was clearly one-sided, you could see that. You knew Chris’ flirting technique and you also knew his friendliness. He was being friendly; this was not flirting. That at lease placated your rage.

By the time four o’clock rolled around you saw your opening. Cora who was holding on to Ana’s purse set it down and went over to her to go over some things. It was within reach, so you nonchalantly walked into the room took it up and walked right back out. You met Kizzy and Zora in a janitor closet and handed the bag off then made your way to an empty room to face your fate. The banquet room was empty. You walked to the side of the room where a stage was and slipped onto it. That was when you realized you still wore the black beanie. Just as you slipped it off your head and under your ass the door opened, and Chris walked in.

The sight of him sent the butterflies in your belly aflutter again. You took a few breathes and held one as he slowly approached you. The relieved look on his face changed to a timid one as he got closer and closer. Once he was about ten feet in front of you he stopped and stuffed his hands in his pocket.

“I was worried.”

“I know. There was a delay with getting the messages. I didn’t do it on purpose,” you explained. Chris nodded while keeping his eyes on you.

“Riah, I don’t want to fight.”

“You think I do? I don’t want any of this.”

“Then how do we move past this?” He sounded exasperated like he was at his wit’s end. He probably was.

“Have you slept with her?”

“No.” The answer was flat out, clearly spoken and firmly meant. There was no quiver in his voice or hesitation with his response. Everything from that pointed to him telling the truth.

“God, since when do you not believe the things I say to you? When have I lied?” He took a few more steps to you.

“I don’t know,” it was a whisper. You were quickly being overcome with emotion.

“Come on dragonfly, talk to me.” With five more steps he’d closed the gap between you, but he didn’t touch you. “Please talk to me.”

“You’re making me feel like I’m crazy. I’m not crazy, Chris.”

“I know you’re not,” he began before you cut him off.

“You’re making me feel like it. Every time I tell you something or bring up something about her. You throw up this whole defense. Why?”

“Why do you feel so threatened by her?”

You wanted to throw something right at his head.

“I don’t feel threatened by her or any woman. I know women like her; I’ve known them all my life. I’ve dropped any of them that came in my path. With you though—you don’t see what I see and the more I try to show you, the more you make me feel crazy.”

“Uriah. I am not sleeping with her. I have never slept with her. I would never sleep with her. I am not that kind of man. I could never do something like that to you.”

“Do you want to sleep with her?” Chris took a deep breath and slowly released it. you were actually afraid of this answer. Telling you he wasn’t, hasn’t and would never sleep with her doesn’t say a thing about him wanting to. It only meant his self-control was high enough to resist what he wants. It felt like forever passed as you waited for him to answer.

“No.”

“Why did you hesitate?”

“Because with that answer, I knew you wouldn’t believe it. I’m not blind Uriah, she’s attractive. Have I noticed? Yes. Do I want her? No, and that includes having sex with her.” He took another breath and spoke again. “Do you remember when I had issues with you being around him?”

He never referred to Christiano by name, it was always him. You nodded.

“It was like this wasn’t it?”

It was your turn to take a deep breath. Roles were now reversed. Chris hung his head and allowed the silence to stretch between you. No doubt he was remembering how hard that time was for the two of you. He accused you and questioned you every time Christiano made things difficult. His whole goal was to get you back and he didn’t care how he went about it. Christiano had no respect for the fact that you married someone else. To him, it was all about what he wanted, and how he remembered your relationship.

“Wow. Full circle huh. Shit baby if you feel anything close to how I felt back then—I’m sorry. I didn’t—I wasn’t—I should have--.” The words escaped him, but you knew what he meant. He approached you and reached for your hand but hesitated when you didn’t make a move to meet him halfway.

“You can’t--, look I know you feel justified in doing what you did but Riah, that wasn’t okay. You can’t just corner someone I work with because you think we’re having an affair. You can’t do something like that especially without coming to me first. I never did that to you with him because I know the industry. I know how easy it is to get a reputation and a label. You didn’t just compromise our relationship, and everything we’ve worked through, but you also compromised my career, our livelihood.”

Though you were still steaming mad at him, that part of his argument was true. She could have run to TMZ or some other trashy blog instead of Chris. She could have done a lot of damage. You didn’t think that far, or you didn’t care. You wanted to throw it back at him but that wouldn’t resolve anything. You learned a long time ago in marriage being right meant nothing. Chris dug into his pocket to pull out his vibrating phone. As he peered down at it he shook his head.

“Damn it, I gotta go.”

You nodded. Chris stared at you for a few moments before he turned and walked out of the room to reappear seconds later.

“There is something I have to tell you. Something--.” He was cut off by one of the event coordinators who appeared at his side.

“Shit, I gotta go. I love you, Riah.”

The way he said it felt different. It felt—strange. You didn’t have time to respond before he was gone leaving you there to wonder what he had to tell you.

When you found Zora and Kizzy they were still in the closet combing through everything in Ana’s purse. Once you entered Zora quickly averted her eyes.

“Anything?”

Neither of them replied. Kizzy kept her eyes on the phone she held, and Zora continued rifling through the purse. They were being weird.

“Hello, guys. Did you find anything?”

Kizzy and Zora exchanged looks and just like that your stomach fell. They’d found something.

“What did you find?” Again, they remained silent. Zora could tell you were getting annoyed, so she spun to you.

“Okay promise you’ll be calm,” Zora breeched. Immediately you went into DEFCON mode.

“What the fuck, Zo?” Kizzy held out the phone to you with a blank expression on her face.

“Take it with a grain of salt, you don’t know the whole story.” You took the phone and looked through the messages section. You read through an exchange between Ana and Chris.

MSG Ana: I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan that at all. It’s just that I’ve been going through a lot lately. Adjusting to the limelight has been really weird and I’ve lost people I thought were true. I’ve been really lonely feeling like I’m going through this beast alone. You were being so kind to me I guess I got carried away.

MSG Chris: I’m sorry you’re going through that and you feel so alone. We’ve all been there. I’m certain it’s the actor’s right of passage to lose people and experience bouts of loneliness. God knows I feel lonely a lot especially during filming and press touring. I understand. It’s no big deal.

MSG Ana: Really? If your wife ever found out wouldn’t she be furious?

MSG Chris: Initially maybe, yes. It wasn’t a planned thing. You know I have a wife who I love so there’s nothing to worry about there.

MSG Ana: I have to say something without making it weird. You’re an excellent kisser.

Your eyes stopped at “kisser” and it felt like you’d sniffed something that was automatically affecting your brain. You knew “Knives Out” had no love scenes with them. You looked to Zora and Kizzy, but they remained silent, so you continued to read.

MSG Chris: LOL. Thanks, I guess.

You skimmed the following messages but found nothing incriminating just annoying little messages she’d sent to him trying to be cute. You scrolled and saw another exchange from just before you began therapy.

MSG Ana: Do you wanna talk about it?

MSG Chris: No, I’ll be fine. Just marriage is hard.

MSG Ana: If I were married to you I wouldn’t make it hard. You’d be happy. does she even make you happy anymore?

MSG Chris: Of course, I love her.

MSG Ana: But it’s okay to move on if she’s not doing it for you anymore. There are plenty of women who would treasure you.

MSG Chris: Gotta go.

The more you read the more you hated her. Another exchange caught your eye, this was from when they were filming.

MSG Chris: I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like that. I have no idea how I grabbed there instead of your arms.

MSG Ana: LOL. It’s okay. I can’t say that it was a bad touch scenario. I should say thank you. it’s been a while since a man grabbed my breast. I was beginning to forget what that felt like.

MSG Chris: I’m so sorry.

MSG Ana: Don’t worry about it. It was an accident, it meant nothing.

Clenching your jaw, you tried to swallow the vomit that wanted to raise up. Zora touched your arm in comfort but you brushed it off. You were ready to call an end to this “mission” but another message came in. One from her assistant, Cora.

MSG Cora: Everything is all planned for your night with Chris. All that we’re waiting on now is just his confirmation. Also, I see the video of you in his room made it to tabloid. Damn you were not playing around when you said you were going to take everything that was hers.

MSG Cora: Let me know if you need anything else.

Kizzy and Zora looked at you and the three of you had the same expression and you were sure you thought the same thing.

“This bitch!”

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roguedemonwatcher · 4 years

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"#i have a whole meta in my head about them and mulder and scully" go on 👀👀

Haha, my basic, slightly unformed thoughts on this actually stemmed out of the comparisons of Kim and Jimmy’s relationship/dynamic to various Breaking Bad equivalents (namely Walt and Jesse, Walt and Skylar). And sure, you can make some of those comparisons. But if we are actually digging into Vince Gilligan’s larger canon for comparisons, I think the best comparison is Mulder and Scully.

I think casuals often simplify Mulder and Scully’s relationship to the contentious “believer and skeptic” dynamic. That’s obviously part of it, but while Scully is skeptical of the aliens and sewer monsters, she’s not skeptical of Mulder. She doesn’t write him off like *everyone* else does. She believes in him and she believes in the mission of The X-Files. She’s not there to reform Mulder or crap on his work - she just wants to make it better. She’s ultimately an asset to the project (much to the dismay of FBI higher ups).

Similarly, I feel people often reduce Kim to Jimmy’s conscious or the “good angel,” some last barrier to him becoming full on Saul Goodman. And while, yes, she does challenge him and hold him to account, she ultimately believes in him in a way no one else on the show (Chuck and Howard, namely) ever really does. Even if Kim is occasionally apprehensive of Jimmy’s methods, I think she’s starting to see them as a feature, not a bug. She likes scammin’ for justice and she is also starting to see that the whole system around them is bullshit. (Kinda like how Scully starts to see that the FBI/Gov is also pretty bullshit).

Bringing it back to why I started thinking about this, I was getting frustrated seeing people compare Kim to Jesse and Skylar (and Jimmy to Walt). Both Jesse and Skylar are accomplices to Walt at various points in the series, but they are both heavily manipulated and gaslit by Walt and ultimately victims of his hubris. Yes, there are good moments between them and Walt and obviously both Skylar and Jesse having varying degrees of complicity to the crimes committed on Breaking Bad, but they were *never* on equal footing with Walt, despite what Walt constantly assuring them they were “partners.”

I just….don’t see this with Kim and Jimmy? Despite the common reading that Kim will be some sort of victim of Jimmy’s schemes or she will leave after he goes “too far,” that’s just not my reading of the text so far. Despite everything Jimmy has done, Kim is still in his corner, and I don’t think that’s because she “doesn’t understand how truly awful he is yes,” but rather she sees what he could be with someone in his corner.

Like, if Mulder didn’t have Scully, how long would he have lasted in the FBI? Heck, we see him go off without her in s8 and he ends up in jail in s9 (I think? Idk s9 is a hot mess). Without Scully he probably becomes a fringe basement conspiracy guy, no closer to his goals of exposing the truth. And without Kim, Jimmy becomes Saul, a scummy criminal lawyer who ends up fleeing for his life and working at a Cinnabon in Omaha. And it’s not that Kim is there to keep Jimmy on the straight and narrow, just as Scully isn’t there to reform Mulder into a “regular” FBI agent - they *believe* in their cause and they *believe* in their partner.

In short, Kim and Scully are (contrary to some popular understanding) not the killjoys to the dumbassery of Mulder and Jimmy and are not trying to reform them - they are partners in crime, ready to jump into their bullshit with clear eyes, no matter where it takes them.

#better call saul #the x files #jimmy x kim #mulder x scully #hopefully this is coherent

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Welcome back!! Do you write for the new divisions as well?~ if so can I get domestic headcannons with DotsuHon amd Samatoki~ Thank you~｡^‿^｡

yeah i do!!! im love the newer divisions! kuko’s actually my 2nd fave tied with doppo ehehe. and yes. sasara the literal clown

Domestic HCs - Sasara, Rosho, Rei and Samatoki

Sasara:

-having chill time at home with sasara is so much fun!! even if his jokes are terrible the atmosphere is super light and you feel so comfortable

-i feel like..he likes to try stand-up routines on you to see your reactions sometimes. he’s pretty confident in himself though, and sometimes he likes keeping things to himself if he knows you’re going to one of his shows

-you help him come up with routines sometimes actually!! or..give him advice since he’s a bit of a Big Deal and definitely knows what he’s doing

-he likes watching movies with you. if you feel like relaxing, he’s really good at helping with that (what with the terrible puns and all lol)

-he’s either really good at cooking or absolutely terrible, no in-between..idk i just get that vibe from him lol. he knows how to make some pretty good stuff but sometimes he just..goes wrong somehow and it’s suddenly not lookin too hot.

-while he’s not exactly manipulative per say, he’s quite good at saying things in a certain way to get you to do what he wants lol. like if he wants you to rest because you’ve been working hard all day and just don’t seem to know when to quit, but you’re being stubborn he’s good at convincing you to take a break or just go to bed for the night in a roundabout way, for example. he cares a lot about you!!

-one time you woke up to him just lying there with a clown nose on and you turned around and went back to sleep immediately

-probably owns a clown car you get to be driven around in

-in all seriousness being with sasara is so much fun, even if you don’t fully live with him yet, cause he’s just vibin?? all the time even when times are bad he always has jokes to tell to make you feel better

Rosho:

-oH HE IS SO SWEET just being around him makes you go like ooOOOHHH

-as a teacher he’s really realllyyy helpful if you get stuck doing..well anything really. he’s good at giving advice (although he doesn’t seem to think he’s anything special..bruhhhh)

-surprisingly funny!! he doesn’t seem it on the surface, but he used to be a comedy duo with sasara of all people and he can be really entertaining when he gets over his self-consciousness around you

-almost every night before bed you guys have a sort-of routine where you read a book for 30 mins-an hour and discuss it a little. as a teacher he has to be well-read i assume, and you decide to join in because reading is Fun and Cool (in fact..did you know you are reading this right now? how meta. ohh ok im interrupting this imagine to give you guys a random fact. did you know bees sting other bees? they have guard bees that hang around the hive and sting intruders. waot why did i feel the need to say that ok back to imagines).

-he makes really good hot chocolate! for both of you. a total uwu moment

-you guys totally adopt a cat (maybe a black cat?? black cats are good!) to take care of together and it’s so cute!! he doesn’t mind what you name it as long as it isn’t Sasara 2

Rei

-big titties in ur face

-seriously where do u think ichiro got his rack from??

-anyways. living with rei is...interesting. he’s totally loaded from not taking care of his sons being a conman, so the place you guys share is quite luxurious

-he really REALLY lays on the charm for you. when he doesn’t have ulterior motives he can be really sweet. He cares for you a lot

-he’s good at taking care of tasks around the house, like he’ll make sure everything is done by lunchtime so you guys can just relax for the rest of the day (and he can keep scammin ppl lol)

-oh he’s really good at cooking!! like so talented almost hifumi level what da hell you feel like every day is a good food day

-is up for almost anything, he kinda just goes along with whatever on his days off cause he’s quite busy and doesn’t mind doing anything to relax

-BUT. if he decides you’re even slightly tired or sick or anything watch out because he’ll make you rest immediatel y and there goes all your plans of just fighting through it to get stuff done. He’ll get you anything you need and stays by your side if you aren’t well, and if you’re tired and having trouble sleeping he’ll hold you until you can (he has big yamada titties it’ll be nice trust me i motoroboat ichiro’s titties on the daily)

-he really cares about you despite his seemingly manipulative and false exterior. he’s a bit of a bastard at times but you love him anyway and his times being sweet n kind more than make up for his fucky times. just being able to have a taste of a normal life is lovely for him so he really appreciates you!!

Samatoki:

-ok domestic life with samatoki is kind of weird!!! because he’s a yakuza member and knows all these dodgy people you have all sorts coming over quite frequently, including juto and rio which is at least nice for a change from the usual

-he loves you so much and he’s so afraid of losing you (ow my heart!) so he’ll do anything to make you happy, whether that be doing all the chores on a day where you’re feeling lazy or refusing to leave your side if you show even the slightest hint of feeling bad or off in any way - since his mother killed herself after killing his father, he’s really really cautious when it comes to making sure the people he loves are okay and knowing they’re loved

-at the same time he’s so bad at chores lol he gets so angry so easily. you have to help him sometimes because he accidentally pulled the washing out of the dryer too hard when it got caught on something and ripped it and now he’s boiling with rage and you hear him grumbling to himself and come in and have to calm him down aND stuff like this happens at least twice a week lol

-you’re a little weary of the yakuza who keep randomly showing up but he insists that the ones who know where he lives are the ones you can trust, so you take his word for it and once you warm up to them it honestly isn’t that bad. it makes the house more lively, especially when it’s been a particularly bad day

-sometimes you can’t seem to cheer samatoki up when his thoughts get the better of him, so at times like that it’s just best to give him space. you guys know each other well and know when to respect each others boundaries (though you have to remind him of this sometimes)

-when you wake up to him he’s always holding you, even if you guys have had a fight; he never wants to lose you ok i went and made myself emo thanks me

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic imagines #sasara nurude #rosho tsutsujimori #rei amayado #samatoki aohitsugi #sasara clown rights

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rottencore · 4 years

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that weird carny that's probably scammin you but he's hot so it's ok

#me #ok to rb

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jessiedanielstaylor · 3 years

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A More In-Depth Look...

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? Jessie Daniels Taylor.

Where and when were you born? In St. Agnes, Cornwall; UK. The 21st of June, 1994.

What is your occupation? I’m an actor. Done everythin’ from a television series, to stage and film.

Are you right- or left-handed? Right handed.

What does your voice sound like? I don’t know, you tell me.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? Fucker and uh, cunt. And me personal favorite catch phrase, “You can fuckin’ fuck the fuck off!”

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? It was fuckin’ shit, is what it was. It wasn’t exactly… typical, in anyway. I never really had much of a ‘healthy’ childhood, ‘cause of me mum bein’ who she was. It’s not really somethin’ I like talkin’ much about.

What is your earliest memory? Seein’ me mum havin’ these massive drug parties in our flat and just seein’ all kinds of naked bodies, here and there. I remember, havin’ me first spliff and some kind of liquor then as well, at about 4 years old.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I don’t know. I don’t think I ever really gave it much thought. I guess, happy. I just wanted to be happy. Didn’t really mat’er what it was I grew up to be.

As a child, what were your favorite activities? Breakin’ bottles and whatever else I could find. ‘Cause there wasn’t exactly much in the way of children’s toys round me mum’s flat.

When and with whom was your first kiss? Anna May. Back in primary, she was the first girl who took me by the hand and said: “I’m makin’ you mine before Gemma does.” Then she laid one on me. I were about five and half then.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? Nope. Can’t really remember that far back.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? I suppose, the day me manager found me back in London, as a homeless kid livin’ in the back of a broken down car. ‘Cause a mate of mine and I were scammin’ some bloke and I guess, he thought I were special or somethin’. Him believin’ in me, was somethin’ new. I ain’t ever had that before, so… it made me feel like maybe I could become someone. Ya know?

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? Yeah, I’ve got myself a list. A pretty massive one at that. But who the fuck really cares, yeah?

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? I guess, the moment I was told in primary school that prostitution weren’t exactly the kind of profession I should talk about on “bring your parent’s to school day.” Also, me mum, never showed to those.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? I’d change me mum bein’ what she was. A prostitute. ‘Cause, I feel like… me life, would’ve been different if she weren’t that. I wouldn’t have had them bad things happen to me, that happened. I wouldn’t have been in hospital for months. I wouldn’t have been in foster care, bein’ moved round like a piece of fuckin’ used up furniture put out on the fuckin’ street for someone else. I’d of probably known who me dad was early on and not found out about him later on in life. I wouldn’t be as massively fucked in the head as I am now.

What is your best memory? When I won the award for: Best Rising Star in a Drama Series; for, God Save the Queen!. ‘Cause it sort of cemented the idea that I was actually really fuckin’ good at what I did. ‘Cause them other people who’d been doin’ it long before I was, were sayin’ all sorts of things, like: “You’ll be doin’ great things one day,” or “You’re so young and already, you’ve managed to bring a presence on-screen that most people strive to, but never can.”

What is your worst memory? Mate, I’ve got too many to fuckin’ mention.

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

What are your religious views? I’d like to think there’s some god up there, ya know? That shit doesn’t just happen. But I don’t know. I’ve uh, had more bad luck in me life than good. Now, is that ‘cause of god? I don’t fuckin’ know the answer to that. But if it is, the fuckin’ bloke’s got a fucked up sense of humor, if ya ask me.

What are your political views? I’m not much for politics, me. Don’t fuck up me fuckin’ rights or me freedom and I’m alright. I feel like, these days, politics are all everyone’s ever talkin’ ‘bout anymore.

What are your views on sex? It’s fuckin’ great. Innit?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do? Rape. I feel is a big one. Not lettin’ someone have a say, to what’s bein’ done to ‘em. ‘Cause that shit, ya never really come back from.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? Not really. I think, ya meet people, ya fuck around and sometimes, if you’re lucky… they wanna keep it goin’. No one ever knows if you’re gonna be together forever, mate. We’re not all of us psychic or whatever.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)? Me mates. Hands down. No fuckin’ question.

PART 5: RELATIONSHIPS W/OTHERS

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened. I don’t know. I don’t think I’d know for certain, if I was or not. As fucked and sad, as that is to say, it’s the god’s honest fuckin’ truth.

What do you look for in a potential lover? I don’t really think ‘bout all the particulars of that. If they’re pretty and they’re down to fuck, then that’s all I really care about. Whatever happens after that, happens. It’s out of me fuckin’ hands at that point.

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? Not really. ‘Cause ain’t no one ever really protected me in the past. ‘Cause at the end of fuckin’ day, you’re all you’ve fuckin’ got.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? Me fans, maybe a few mates, some exes. I don’t fuckin’ know. Don’t really think me mum would notice.

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not? Yeah, man. ‘Cause rest assured, someone would be packin’ somethin’ to take the edge off. Plus, if ya come across the right crowd, you might stay partyin’ long after the sun goes down and way past it comin’ back up again.

Do you care what others think of you? Nah, I couldn’t be fuckin’ bothered with that. Ya either love me or ya fuckin’ hate me. There ain’t no in-between. I’ve got me own shit to keep me fuckin’ busy, I’m not tackin’ on the rest of the fuckin’ world, man.

PART 6: LIKES & DISLIKES

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)? Any kind of music that gets ya off your arse. Basically anythin’ else that makes ya think about shit, like… really think.

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit? Sometimes I do. Sometimes, I go overboard with ‘em. Trial and fuckin’ error, my friend. I don’t know, to be honest.

What, if anything, shocks or offends you? I don’t think anythin’ shocks me anymore. But people. People offend me all the time. ‘Cause everyone’s always takin’ the piss when they think they’ve got some fuckin’ leg to stand on. So, what else is there to do, then knock ‘em back down to fuckin’ size, yeah?

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself? I’d probably go round to some pub and meet someone, then shag ‘em either in one of them stalls there or um, go back round to theirs. Nothin’ like a good fuck to tire you right the fuck out. Or just take some pills and drink ‘em down with a bit of vodka. It does the trick as well.

How do you deal with stress? Honestly? Shaggin’. Fuckin’. Fightin’. Then if all that fuckin’ fails, pop a pill or roll a spliff and I’m back to bein’ King fuckin’ Kong.

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan? I can’t fuckin’ stand plans. Ya could die at anytime. So, why waste that kind of fuckin’ time?

PART 7: SELF IMAGES & OTHER

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at. I’m good a shaggin’, actin’ and fuckin’ fightin’. I’ve got a bit of a bad temper, I suppose. I’m bad at bein’ a proper boyfriend or whatever. I’m also, really bad at trustin’ people.

Do you like yourself? Yeah, sometimes. Other times I really fuckin’ hate myself.

If you could choose, how would you want to die? Doin’ somethin’ outrageous, probably.

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left. I’d visit me mum. Punch me fuckin’ dad in the face, just ‘cause I felt like it. Then I’d find a home for me pups and probably read one of the books I’ve got on me shelf catchin’ dust. Not sure which one. I don’t think it’d mat’er much though, which book it was.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death? The body of work I did in films, television and stage. ‘Cause regardless of where I am in life, I put everythin’ into them pieces of work. That’s what I’d want people to take away. Not whatever the fuck the tabs wanna print up ‘bout what I’m doin’ or why I got arrested or whatever. ‘Cause yeah, I might be a massive fuck up, but that’s not all I am.

What three words would others probably use to describe you? Insane. Charmin’. Raw.

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