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wwekayfabequeen · 2 years
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Take Advantage | Randy Orton Story  (Part One - Intro)
Randy Orton x OC (additionally with some very light Jeff Hardy x OC because that’s how I roll...)
Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  
Warning: Mentions of alcohol and blurred lines in this chapter. Some sexual themes.
Background/Recap: After a big mistake at summer slam, OC (Y/N) finds herself in an even more precarious situation with The Viper. 
Word Count: 1517
Author Note: I’ve had this written up for a while and am only just now posting. I’d say just use your imagination on the timeline, please, as I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly where I wanted it to be. If you enjoy and want to read part 2 (which has some hard smut) please let me know!
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It had been a long night at Summer Slam. I had been invited to a party at the hotel to wrap up the event.  I had been an on-screen manager for Matt Hardy for a while and had been declared “one of the boys,” by him and his brother Jeff. When they decided to throw a party in their suite, I knew they wouldn’t take no for an answer. I hoped the party would be relatively small, but I had no way of knowing. I arrived at the door to the suite wearing a tied-up Def Leppard tee and a pair of tight black shorts, and my worn-out Timberland's, figuring it all would be pretty casual. It was a completely different look than my ringside glam attire, though my hair and makeup were still done from earlier in the night. Though my hair was let down for the curls to fall loosely rather than pulled up into a ponytail.
I was greeted by Jeff who immediately pulled me into a huge hug, my first instinct was to tense up as I nearly dropped the bottle of Jack I had in my hand. Jeff had just won the US Championship title so I knew his excitement was through the roof. Matt however, wasn't as fortunate in his match and was more or less sulking from his loss.  
“Congrats Jeff!” I beamed as he finally let go of me from his bone-crushing embrace.  
“Come on, let’s get you a drink, it's time to celebrate!” He said, grinning ear to ear.  It always worried me when the boys were drinking, knowing their track record, so I had hoped to stay somewhat sober. That was, until I walked into the suite and noticed who was in attendance. When I saw AJ Styles chatting with one of the other guys, I immediately twisted the cap off the Jack Daniel’s bottle and took a swig. Jeff seemed to notice.
“Ah, shit, I forgot...” Jeff said, cringing. I smiled to him wearily and squeezed his shoulder gently.  
“You know, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“If he gets out of line, let me know,” Jeff said, giving me a nudge and a wink.
A few months earlier AJ and I had gone on a couple dates that went absolutely horribly. We had zero connection and when I told him it wasn’t going to work out, he flipped a lid, called me every name in the book, and caused quite the scene. He didn’t take rejection very well, apparently. I had done a pretty good job at avoiding him until this point since he had moved to RAW and Matt was on Smackdown. I took another swig from the bottle, returned Jeff’s wink with one of my own and made my way into the party.  
I mostly stayed to myself, hiding from AJ as much as possible, sipping from the bottle as often as my anxiety warranted. It didn’t take long for me to catch a strong buzz. Jeff checked in on me from time to time, stopping to share a swig of my Jack with me. Matt was avoiding me, I knew he was frustrated that my “distraction” in the match backfired and cost him the loss. I was about to make my way to him, to try to talk things out when the door to the suite opened. I nearly choked on my Jack as The Viper himself walked into the room. The man Matt lost the match to. They had been in a rivalry for a few months and my failed distraction was what let him retain his title. My heart sank with worry as I quickly looked to Matt. He stood up and stared at Randy, I was ready to bolt in between them if I had to, but to my surprise when he walked up to him he extended his hand for a handshake that turned into a bro-hug instead of taking a swing. I sighed in relief. After their gesture, Orton looked my way and gave me a wink. I wasn’t sure whether it was a no-hard-feelings kind of thing, or a this-isn't-over one.  
The party continued and I traded Jeff the bottle of Jack for a Rum and Coke in a solo cup. At this point I had forgotten my anxiety and was far from sober. That’s when AJ found the most opportune time to slide up next to me, slipping his arm around me.
“You know, sweetheart,” he said, “if Matt fires you over that whole thing, you know, when you tried to distract Randy but he gave Matt that RKO out of nowhere... You can always come manage me.”  
I gave a disgusted scoff and pushed away from him, turning so quickly that I ended up running straight into someone and spilling my drink all over the both of us.  
“Shit, I am SO sorr-” I froze and lost my words as I looked up to see The Viper standing in front of me, staring down at me.  
“I suppose I earned that one?” He said with a slight smirk. I hung my head with a sigh.
“Damnit. Come on, I’ll clean you up,” I said. Without a second thought in my inebriated state, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bathroom, Stumbling the whole way there. I locked the door behind us. I started the hot water in the sink. “I really am sorry about that,” I said. “Give me your shirt, I need to get that stain out.”
He shrugged and slid off his now stained t-shirt, handing it to me. He then gestured to me, my shirt also soaked, “what about you?”
I looked down, noticing how wet my shirt was. The smoothness of his voice washed over me and without a second thought, I untied the knot in the tee and slipped it off, revealing my red lace bra. I barely noticed Randy’s look of surprise at my action, knowing he didn’t think I’d actually strip out of my top in front of him.
“What?” I said, “it’s not much more revealing than half of my ring attire.”  
When I reached for his shirt, his strong hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up at him slowly, noticing his impeccable abs and chest. He truly was the embodiment of a Greek god. When my eyes found his intense gaze, he didn’t say anything. I was immediately mesmerized by him. The feeling of his touch sent a shock through me that I couldn’t explain. I had never been attracted to The Viper until that moment. He slowly pushed me against the countertop, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.  
“So, now, I have you all alone...” His words sent a shiver through me, his breath on my neck causing my heart to pound.  
Instinctively, I moaned with arousal. His hand grabbed the side of head firmly, tilting it up to look at him. I bit my lip, staring into his intense eyes. My hands found the rim of his jeans, gripping his belt and pulling him close against me. Our faces were only centimeters apart. The anticipation was killing me, I wanted him. I wanted to feel his lips crash onto mine, to feel his hands explore my body. 
“I want you,” I whispered seductively. “Take advantage of me.”  
He moaned now, I could feel the bulge of his pants against me. The tension was thick as he was about to kiss me. A knock at the door interrupted us.
“Hey, (Y/N),” came Jeff’s voice, filled with concern, “everything okay in there?”
Randy pulled away, his intense stare finding my pleasing eyes until he finally said, “... not like this.”
Just as quickly as everything had happened, he walked to the door and opened it. He slid past Jeff and exited the hotel suite, still shirtless.
Jeff looked into the bathroom; his eyes widened as he saw me. Quickly he entered the bathroom and closed the door. Before I could say anything, he was sliding out of his shirt and handing it to me. “You okay? What happened?”  
My head was spinning and my emotions hit me like a brick wall. I felt rejected, naïve, confused, but most of all, just drunk. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I lost my footing and slipped. Jeff was quick to catch me, I looked up at him, his eyes filled with sincerely and concern.  
“What did he do?” Despite his soft gaze, his voice was angry. He continued to hold me; his embrace tight.  
“Nothing,” I said, my voice cracking. “Nothing happened.” I was realizing my vulnerability and began to cry. Jeff continued to hold me, running his hands through my hair to console me.  
“Hey, it’s alright,” he said. “I’m here.”  
“Nobody wants me,” I mumbled into him. Clearly my mind was beyond a state of coherence. I had always been a low self-esteem kind of drunk.
“Oh, darlin,” Jeff whispered back, “don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” I pouted.
“(Y/N), I’d be willing to bet there’s not a man in that room out there who doesn't want you.”
I pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes, quietly asking “even you?”  
Jeff looked down with a sigh, kissing me gently on the forehead, “come on, let’s just get you back to your room so you can sleep this off.”
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 8 months
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Broken Roofs and Fixed Perspectives
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#xue yang#xiao xingchen#Lots of cut content notes on this one. Lets all have a moment of silence for all the cut A-Qing's in each perspective.#particularly ripped and buff 'Daozhang Defender 'A-Qing (her perspective)#funny but poor layout#XY also had a red arrow pointed at him in his own POV that said 'just troubled' but it made the panel too cluttered.#He does see himself as troubled and uses that to justify his actions#but I also think there is room for him to not really know exactly how to feel about himself in this situation#Yi-city is such a fantastic tragedy for so many reasons and you will bear witness to me rambling about it in the tags as this arc continues#Helping a blind man fix a roof? A manipulative act of building trust or genuine display of wanting to collaberate?#XY and A-qing have experience of the cruelty of the world where as xxc has blind (haha) faith that kindness prevails#These three simultaneous know each other more than the other's think and *yet* completely miss the mark.#the stories they tell in the blizzard (and the reactions they have) so perfectly display who these characters are#Both xxc and xy tell stories about unfair cruelty. To xxc it is others who's suffering is highlighted. XY highlight's his own.#A-qing understands xue yang more that she wants to admit. She predicts the twists in xy's story and empathizes with the hurt and anger#A-qing is also taking advantage of xxc! She is also lying to survive!#Though shes mostly benign in her intentions. She really did vibe check the rank stank on XY's soul on the spot#Alas...no one listens to teen girls....
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artkaninchenbau · 8 months
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You know what day it— V-Tamer?! Happy Odaiba Memorial Day! 🎉 And Happy 25th Anniversary V-Tamer! ❤️ [Odaiba Memorial Redraw 2022] [Redraw 2021] [Redraw 2020]
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itsacleanmachine · 24 days
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Will's storyline about his sexuality distracts the audience from Mike's behavior.
Mike's sexuality arc being hidden from the audience isn't really news to anyone here, but what got me thinking is the means the show uses to ensure it's not easily noticed. Of course, Mike having a girlfriend during the show helps a lot to maintain the idea that he is straight, but another reason they use to make it less obvious is Will. It's contradictory to say this, because it's from realizing that he has feelings for Will that we started to notice that Mike is not actually straight. But the thing is, when Mike's behavior gets too suspicious, there must be someone else to take the blame and the attention away from it, and that's why they use the knowledge that Will is gay to do just that. Here are some points I can make about this:
1- Will's introduction is very quick to send a little question inside your head that goes on during the ENTIRE duration of the show: Is Will gay? The possibility of Will being gay is established right at the beginning of the show, mentioned by his own mother and even more interesting, the actual question is voiced by Hopper. It's like the show is paralleling the audience to Hopper at this moment, we just knew about this kid, we know something bad happened to him, but by the moment Joyce mentions anything about the possibility of him being gay, people just have to stop and ask, is he? And isn't that a question that goes on for a long time here? While Will is going through so much, the audience still takes time to ask themselves that. With so little information we have about this boy at this point, they needed to establish THIS as one of the first things about him. They wanted the audience to have that in mind during the show, to keep thinking about it from time to time, to view everything that is about to happen with and around him with this one question in their heads. And that changes everything.
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2- Now something I've thought was weird for a long time now is how, after the confirmation that Will is gay, they said there were hints about it since season 1. Okay, there were hints, obviously, but since we're talking about how Will's feelings were noticeable, even though we never really saw anything too obvious about it coming from him in the beginning, then what can we say about Mike's behavior then? On the surface, Will behaves perfectly platonically around Mike in seasons 1 and 2. He treats him differently from the other boys in small ways, like telling him about the roll instead of lying about it and telling him not to tell the others about his visions. Meanwhile, we have an ENTIRE season of Mike being right there by Will's side. He was there by choice, he went to Will's house and stayed with him until the end. He is the one initiating touch between them, he was the one who talked about going crazy together, he was the one making that monologue in the shed. We can see that Will feels differently about Mike because all of those things MIKE does work. He is able to pull Will out of visions and out of the mind flayer control enough for Will to break free in the end, but it doesn't change the fact that it all came from Mike. So why is Will's behavior noticeable when Mike is the one acting like that? Why is Will questioned about his reactions, but nobody questions Mike's actions towards him?
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3- The rain fight. Will never brings up his feelings for Mike here. He brings up their friendship, what he is asking Mike is to be a better friend, but weirdly, it ended up being more about sexuality than about friendship, didn't it? While Will is talking about their friendship Mike is the one bringing up something else. In the rain fight the tone of the conversation changes when Mike says "it's not my fault you don't like girls". Will had just mentioned how Mike was running the party, he mentioned Dustin being gone, he never said anything about himself specifically. When Will mentioned El, Mike brought up Will's lack of attraction to girls and he made it seem like Will wanted to spend their entire lives playing games together even though Will never mentioned that. Mike is the one changing the tone of the fight to something too weird to be platonic, but the fault of that lands on Will. The audience still have that question in mind and they're not paying attention to what Mike is doing, they're trying to figure if Will is gay or not. If he is gay then that's his fault that this fight came to this point, because he is jealous, even though he never mentioned anything that could be interpreted as nothing more than platonic in Mike's POV.
4- The rink-o-mania fight. Oh boy, now this one is even MORE obvious on how blind we get to Mike's behavior, because again, from Mike's point of view, a guy that is "straight and very much in love with his girlfriend" and has no idea that Will is gay, Will just asked him about "us" and THAT for MIKE means something not platonic. The immediate equation in Mike's head from "us" = romantic is just proof of how much HE was thinking about it. Seriously, how defensive can you get about your friendship being ONLY a friendship until it starts to look suspicious? From the moment he says "that's because she is my girlfriend, Will" until Will clarifies that he was talking about their friendship, Mike is thinking that Will just decided to talk about something romantic about them in public even though that would be an insane thing to do, but that's how much this thought has been in his mind. But the audience is already in the mindset to question only Will's actions. If someone tells you to look for something specifically, you will find it much easier than if they didn't tell you what it is that you're looking for. From S1 to now, the show has been directing the public audience to Will, so we don't pay attention to Mike.
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This goes beyond camera work, it also extends to storylines and how you must conceal something from the audience to elicit a reaction later. If you tell your audience in the first episode to look for something in this one character, they're going to look for it while your other character acts even more suspiciously about it.
6- The best comparison I can make about this here is using the "twist villains." It's not necessary to have another character as a distraction, but it happens often. We have this one character that we're TOLD is evil, so we look at him and expect him to do something evil. When something bad happens, we blame him immediately. Sometimes there's a character that has been there all along, acting as the good guy, but then is revealed to be the actual villain. Sometimes we have two villains, but one of them we were not expecting because we were told by the story to pay attention to someone else.
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7- I have an example from the GA audience on how this happens. The exact thing they thought was going to happen with Mike and El happened with Mike and Will, but they still only came to the conclusion that it was awkward because of WILL. Even though Will was not acting weird at all. El said in her letter that Will was acting weird, but the only one we see doing that is Mike, yet the blame goes on to Will. This happens because by knowing Will is gay, your attention is directed to his behavior only, just like the show intended.
btw this video is funny af
Anyway, I think I've clarified enough here. But to make a conclusion to all of this is that while Mike's actions are saying something about himself, we were not really meant to pay attention to it because the question that has been asked in the beginning of the show was still right there in our heads waiting for an answer. The audience has an answer now. Now we have space for another question that was asked in S4: How is Mike going to react to Will being in love with him? S5 is the last season, and it's going to make sure to answer that one. Spoiler: This is everything Mike wants to hear :)
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autistic-beshelar · 1 year
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rue is, i think, in love with the idea of love.
they set a wager. the lords of the wing will find true love in this romantic, ephemeral bloom, if they only seek it. they can win it, as though it’s a game.
they long to abolish the courts. their own court has never held any love for them - why would any other court be different? a court stifles, a court smothers, a court suffocates love. the courts must be abolished, so that love can bloom. true love, love that is unfettered by politics, or station, or duty.
they are the architect of the bloom. the hunt, the heart. the dance. the potions. they will pour love into a cup and the guests will drink their fill. fae from across the realms will fall in beautiful, perfect love at rue’s hand. 
they have become the arbiter of love. when an engagement between a cruel prince and a wild goblin is set, what else can they do but judge it unfit? it was not love, it was not true. 
they share a moment in a forest with a venerated captain. he is tall, as they are. he is clawed, as they are. he is a beast, as they are, and so beautiful for it. they fall fast, and hard, and heavy. and perhaps it is only the nature of queerness, of a life lived behind a mask, yearning for the faintest spark, that causes them to love so fast. 
or perhaps they did not truly fall in love with hob at all. for they did not see him. 
they fell in love with a reflection of themself.
except, of course, that hob is not a reflection of rue. hob is his own person, and like any real person, he cannot live up to an idea. and while rue is on a wonderful journey of revelation and self acceptance, it is baffling to them that someone else’s love does not always mirror their own.
rue, in an act of bravery and vulnerability and hope, removed their mask. and they long so very much to remove hob’s - but he has never worn a mask. he has always been exactly as he is - a soldier, devoted and dutiful. an outsider, used and abused by his court. rue’s true form was hidden by their court, while hob’s otherness has always been mercilessly exposed.
rue loves hob for the idea of who he could be, if he could simply unmask as they did. but hob needs, just as rue does, to be loved for who he is.
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margaretkart · 2 months
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Danae's story is very heartbreaking how much she went through. When you summarise her life you understand the abuse and isolation she went through trying to save herself and later her son.
Her father feared so much of losing the throne due to a prophecy didn't hesitate locking his daughter alone and isolated. Imagine her confusion trying to understand how a gold rain came to her and the horror of getting pregnant without knowing how (more of the horror how her father would react).
Then her father exiled her and she had to fight to stay on a wooden chest filled with holes during a storm. Even when Poseidon by Zeus's order calmed the waters and saved her, her troubles didn't end there. The people that took care of her and Perseus took a darker turn when Polydectes became king and start harassing her. And his revenge for saying no to him? Casting Perseus to kill Medusa so he could marry her without trouble.
Imagine Danae's fear and anxiety building up as she was praying that her boy would return. How she must have feared of the worse. Having no one beside her nor friend or ally to comfort her, bound to a loveless marriage with a cruel man.
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its-wabby-stuff · 8 months
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By the Side of the Black Lake
I can’t remember how I found the lake, or when. But it was instantly mesmerizing.
The surface lay completely still, bordered by rocks on the east side and a glassy beach of soft sand on the west. There were no waves, no tide, I wasn’t even sure if it was water.
Just a black ink that spread out, shaped by the land, completely opaque. It didn’t feel natural, but it looked beautiful.
I could sit on the lake side for hours, just admiring it and it’s intensity. I wouldn’t dare to touch it. Things this peculiar in nature always came with some horrific price. A temperature hot enough to boil you alive, or completely melt the flesh off bones. (Like the sulphur springs in Yellowstone, except this didn’t smell of rotting eggs).
Things had been dropped into the lake before, but the surface was so dark, you would never be able to tell what happened to it. It would just disappear into the darkness. Things could float on the surface but the patterns never matched any typical current, it moved at its own leisure, as if the lake was playing with it. But just like everything else, it would eventually sink into the depths.
Sometimes things would wash up on shore, bones of birds and animals that had tried to swim. Unsettling to say the least.
Some believed the lake was cursed, but I was never one to believe in magic. Still, it was hard to shake that the lake felt- alive. It could feel happy and sad and angry, and the environment and the surface of the lake acted on these. Unpredictable as ever.
I was afraid. There were so many uncertainties visiting a lake like this. But it was practically impossible to ignore the strange comfort I got staring into the darkness, pondering its depths, and admiring its beauty.
Curiosity’s temptation always calls until it receives an answer.
I found myself visiting more and more frequently, and spending more and more time amongst the quiet solitude of the lake, although I never felt alone. It became a habit to visit the lake everyday. I’d bring a blanket and set up atop one of the rocks that presented the best view. I’d sketch, read, nap. I’d watch people come by with their own stories. They’d leave things for the lake. Throw things into the lake. Walk around the border. I’d hum and sing and whisper conversations to myself. It felt like someone was listening, and conversations with myself and some distant party became common.
I wanted to share ideas and stories and life, until speaking out loud became less to help myself understand and more for someone else to listen to.
I was always so careful to clean up after myself. Not leave anything behind. I didn’t want to upse- I didn’t want to lose something I might regret letting go of. But I guess I was distracted, lost in my head, and I forgot.
I only realized that I had when I went to visit the lake the next day. It was missing. I must’ve left it behind. I looked everywhere for it. Even places I had never actually visited by the lakeside. I searched and searched til the sun started to set.
I didn’t know what to do. Perhaps the lake had- no that’s impossible. The lake couldn’t have taken it. It’s up on the rocks. So someone else- but there was no one else around. I couldn’t have lost it.
Even if it didn’t have much monetary value, I had spent weeks by the lake side using it, and it didn’t feel right to not have it. I can’t believe I lost it, and I couldn’t help but cry at my own incompetence.
I hadn’t realized how close I’d gotten to the edge until it was too late, and one misstep caused me to fall into the lake. I only had a second to catch a breath before I was submerged into the darkness.
In moments that catch you off guard you find yourself doing things you never would’ve before. And I opened my eyes, not like it helped since I couldn’t see anything. I had no idea where I was and no sense of direction. The surface was missing, and panic began to settle deeper within me.
My mind began to focus on my breath, or the lack of breath. I hadn’t been ready to be submerged, and I could feel the choke hold my lungs had on me, begging me for more air. Air I couldn’t give it.
Was this it? Was this where I was to die. I suppose it could be worse. My flesh could be melting off my body, but the darkness was surprisingly tame. I wouldn’t say cold just as much as I wouldn’t say hot. It was- comforting. Like being held. And the darkness seemed to wrap itself around me. I couldn’t tell if it was trying to help, or trying to push me further down. But I was unwelcome either way.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my breath, but maybe there was no point holding onto something I couldn’t control. Maybe I should just-
Two massive orange- um- eyes appeared before me. One with a slash straight through. I swam backward, startled. What was this thing? Some sort of lake creature? I wasn’t even aware anything lived inside. I thought- this must be what eats the creatures that get stuck.
They got closer, and I tried moving away, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move, and the tugging and flailing of my arms was only met with resistance. The glowing eyes circled me, settling behind me and than looked up. Up! That was the surface!
I swam up as fast as I could, following the refracting orange light all the way. My lungs longed for another breath. I could feel it leaping in anticipating until finally, I breached the surface and gasped for air in a fit of coughs. Quickly, I swam toward the beach, pulling myself completely out of the lake and a little extra for good measure.
It was dark now, the final glitter of the sun settling behind the mountain. All the beauty the lake offered by day as an oddity left when given the dark abyssal nature it had by night. It looked as if nothing was there. As of the universe itself ended in this very spot.
I pulled my knees up to my chest as I tried to get myself to move. A wave brushed itself on the sand, over and over until something was left on the beach.
That was mine. What I’d been searching for! I found it or- it was returned to me. I looked out over the lake again. Quiet and still as ever.
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I don’t know how comfortable @somerandomdudelmao is with fanfiction of their own persona, but the very intriguing idea of a sentient, completely black lake divined me with inspiration and I had to write out an idea. I tried to keep it mysterious in nature because I have a lot of unknown variables. I also wanted people to put themselves in these shoes, so this isn’t about me per se. I wanted the lake to be as inspiring as it is mysterious, trying to embody a bit of Cass in it.
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I'm the wife in my marriage.
It's funny to me anyway. Funny to me because my wife is the very picture of femininity, loving, caring, sexy, pretty, beautiful wife, loving and adored by all her children. And a satisfied and hot for her husband.
But to me she is beautiful and terrible as the Dawn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love her and despair!
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And yet she chose me.
So to all the hella ladies who rejected my advances? Y'all missed out. Because she saw in me what way too many people couldn't. And sometimes still can't.
And she wants to run my life. And the lives of our whole family. And we all kinda love it. Mostly. But it ain't worth the headache or heartache of fighting her on anything. She's Daddy's little princess and her mother is the loving matron and queen bitch of the family and we all stay in line. Mostly. I love to do my own thing too much for my own good. But it keeps our fights about stupid stuff instead of my weed use again.
(I'm dead ass functional and present from 6am on till I finally get my insomniac ass too sleep while high just to escape the constant anxiety about my sick daughter's upcoming surgery, my dying suegro, my mourning wife, disturbed autistic son, special needs princess Daddy's girl I'm spoiling her to death to make her just as powerful and ungovernable mother and it's working too well already. Have you ever negotiated with a hostile bitchy entitled as fuck child? )
Anyway, you wouldn't know it looking at me or talking normal chitchat, but I'm pretty fucking manly. In the way my culture defines manliness. I'm not very masculine. But I'm very manly.
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I'm feminine as fuck in my household. I mother the kids, help their emotional development, work on my wife's emotional and mental well-being, and I'm the one never in the mood for sex. And I do every single thing she says. And then she does the discipline and management of the family's affairs. And she's the one who has to seduce me. Did I mention she was sexy as fuck? (While I'm awkward as fuck every time we even roleplay.) And a horny Latina. (That's why these horny sexy, nice, Latinos are taking over. It's natural selection. The Whites just can't compete and as usual are getting their panties in a twist over not being able to compete even with everything in their favor to out reproduce them all but it was too many kids for a nuclear family to handle Whites.) So beautiful hot queen sexy as fuck Latina seduces me every night. #blessed. So fuck yeah I don't wanna fuck up this arrangement. So I do everything she tells me to and treat her real good and let her win every argument and over apologize. Except when I make a rare exception to make a stand in something important or just to make some trouble and have some fun.
Oh yeah. She's a clean freak 😮‍💨 But she's an impatient Latina housewife perfectionist clean freak. So she gets mad at my perfectly good job when company isn't ever coming job and tells me to stop even trying to clean. Go play Minecraft with your daughter to keep her occupied.🤣
I have the best living situation ever. I'll be your bitch my bitchy highness. Just please keep playing with my hair on your lap. Oh, and that sucking my dick the way you do and being right 95% of the time on judgement calls.
So yeah I'm the wife.
And I got a pretty good life.
#and know you know the rest of the story#when i was s younger man i had a good paying job at a factory plant as a temp worker#i liked this job#and it was easy clean indoor temp controlled light labor with a jovial#kindly and generally loving crowd of people all just trying to earn a living in this shit economy#and care for each get along with each other#it was a really nice atmosphere. there was only a little manager taking advantage of a woman's situation to force a relationship.#but she was petty please about the whole arrangement because she was lonely and he was kind and likable and#good looking younger guy#and it made her job impossible to get the boot#even as it got easier to boot#anyways i worked my ass off and just tried to get along with the boss#and it paid great#We could have been poor and happy working jobs like that for life if i really had to got some reason#but anyways this bossman manager sees me sweeping my ass off a clean floor and instead of telling me to go lean on a post for a bit#tells me I'm doing a good job#and that I'll make a someone s fine wife someday#i wanted to slap that smug mother fucker up there head w my broom. But i was laughing to hard at that fuckers joke because i liked the guy.#and i liked my job#anyway#here i am being a good little wife#and I'm living the life of Reilly doing it#i don't know the etymology of that phrase is. only my Dad says it in my experience#it might be good own little creation.#you're welcome#And the mother fucker just let me keep sweeping my dumbass all over a clean floor!#Union strong
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lady-of-the-spirit · 4 months
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"At All Costs" would have been such a great setup to Asha and Magnifico being narrative foils
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People theorized Paco's one year hiatus as him being a rock human in hibernation or taking Barbara Ann's suggestion that he was in jail for theft, or he was simply on a different year-long adventure involving a crime spree.
My theory? Paco was gone for a year because he was actually hiding from his abusive father.
(trigger warning as I discuss child abuse and abuse regarding food)
My headcanon is that Paco dealt with abuse from his father for his entire childhood. He's tried to escape and find help but he was failed too many times by the adults in his life. Him getting his ear bitten off ended up being a turning point, because it was around the time he met Meryl Mei. We know she's a beloved principal and, as a school employee, is a mandated reporter. Whether Meryl Mei genuinely wanted to help Paco out or see him as a potential underling that can be manipulated is up to interpretation, but she used her resources to finally get Paco's dad arrested and imprisoned.
I don't see Paco's dad as someone who would willingly plead guilty and go off quietly. I don't think he'd hesitate to drag the trial for as long as possible, encourage his lawyers to intimidate and invalidate Paco's experiences in court, and possibly hire people to attack Paco outside of court. Even with Meryl Mei's resources to protect Paco and provide what he needs to fight against his father, the whole process for a child like Paco is mentally and emotionally exhausting. Hearings and meetings with social workers or legal counsel involve occuring when he should be in school, being forced to relive your abuse on trial and be cross examined for it sometimes back to back, going into hiding for fear of retaliation because even the police and witness protection may not be enough, and the fact that everyone eventually catches on that your dad is on trial because of you means school is put on the back burner. Paco tried to keep up with his studies at first, but he ultimately halted them as the trial takes a toll on his overall well-being.
To add, the stress of it all could explain how he was formerly chubby and then leaner so rapidly. We don't know exactly why he started out chubby before being very shredded, although there is a correlation between those who experienced childhood trauma and those who develop unhealthy eating habits that lead to obesity. It's possible Paco used food as a coping mechanism growing up or intentionally fattened himself as part of his survival. Food could have also been used against him by his father as well, either by forcing Paco to gain weight or withholding food as punishment. In terms of the latter, it could explain how Paco developed his kleptomaniac tendencies and his chubbiness could be due to him constantly stealing what he can to get his next meal and eating anything he can in fear of not knowing where his next meal will be.
Long story short, Paco's dad is now in prison for crimes of child abuse among other things and it will be a while before any chance of him getting out will happen. By now, Paco is a legal adult and therefore no longer forced to be under any guardianship but he no longer has to look over his shoulder like before. Although he had to be held back, he can return to school safely to finish his education under Meryl Mei and he prefers to keep his experience under wraps for the time being. Out of gratitude and feeling indebt to her, Paco became a loyal lackey and ended up working with Jodio and Dragona shortly after. I personally think he lost some weight due to stress caused by the situation, and continued to lose weight afterwards because he finally could relax and get better access to food among other things. Paco took the opportunity to start focusing on his wellbeing now that he's no longer on survival mode, being able to maintain a healthier diet and lose weight more sustainably, and it further motivated him to get the ripped muscles he has now.
Unfortunately, with how things timed out, his ear couldn't be reattached. Whether Paco is saving up for his ear to be improved or sees it as a symbol of his survival is up to you.
What do y'all think? I'd like to hear your own headcanons about Paco too.
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imogenwescott · 7 months
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storyloom (the pixelberry episode-looking app) uploaded the open heart and trr assets to the game and i got inspired
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theminecraftbee · 1 year
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okay the thing driving me insane in false’s latest episode is. she is... intentionally not including certain things and from the editing. i THINK the false we watch on screen is maybe... not aware of the things she’s not including? that or she’s intentionally hiding them from us, the audience. and i can’t figure out which it is. and i’m fascinated but also VERY CONCERNED FALSE WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU,
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patheticbatman · 6 months
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@derinthescarletpescatarian
Third incarnation of the third Crew of the Courageous! They’re getting chickens!
If you’re wondering why there’s suddenly a lot less people in the crew picture, why don’t you read this story about a totally normal space ship? :)
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latenightsundayblues · 8 months
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Ginger Snaps AU for the soul. Sometimes you just have to be a little cringe
Brigitte and ginger's bonding through teenage angst and obsessing over gore just really reminds me of Billy and Stu, so this has been in my head for a little while. I like this dynamic where Billy desperately doesn't want Stu to move on from their friendship and leave him like his mom did, so he's the one trying to keep Stu's transformation at bay. I hope this isn't too random of a combination lol
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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were best friends since diapers; neither of them would be able to recall or imagine a life without the other. They were conjoined at the hip, especially due to the lack of presence Stu's parents had in his life, and the constant sleepovers they had as a result. He slept on a bed of his own in the Loomis' house's basement by the time he was four years old. Be it pondering the cruel and uncaring way of the universe or acting out gruesome crime scenes, they were absolutely inseparable. You wouldn't find one without the other.
That is... Until the accident. Ever since some freaky dog thing attacked Stu one night during their bi-weekly playground sulking, he started acting quite strange. Unlike himself, and more like the archetypes that surrounded them in school and made their life a living hell (and not in a good way). Billy's heartbroken at the wedge the changes have been driving between the two, but he's determined to find out if unusual hair growth, "hormones" and uncontrollable bloodlust are enough to break the blood pact they've been rigidly obeying for so many years.
Meanwhile, Stu's introduced to the dramatic and rebellious world of high school hookup culture. He's thrilled to get a taste of the experiences that come with blossoming into a handsome young... Werewolf?
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teambadam · 17 hours
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Every day the Ben lore grows deeper. What do you mean he had a German woman living in his house for 11 years???
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the-lastcall · 1 month
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<ENSIGN> J. X. Shepard // "Jack"
She/Her <-| They/Them |-> He/Him
"Do the right thing. Follow the rules. Work your ass off. Then hope to hell that you're the bastard who gets lucky. "
[Earthborn -> Soldier -> War Hero -> Spectre]
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