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darkthingshappen · 2 years

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Whumper's Soiree inspired crackfic

Okay, so based off of @Sparrowsage's ask yesterday about who would win between my whumper, Alexsei Volkov, and @whumpcereal's whumper, Ivan Peters, we were inspired to write this absolutely ridiculous AU to our Whumper's Soiree fic The Road to Hell. To be clear, if we continue that story as some of you have asked, this is absolutely not canon and not how these two actually behave.

This was super fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this AU story pitting our two whumpers against each other.

Road to Hell AU

“I said, it’s my turn to try something new! You’ve been doing your stupid, boring Pavlovian garbage with him for days now!” growled Volkov, staring daggers at Ivan Peters.

Peters rolled his eyes. “It’s operant conditioning, you dumb Russian oaf. That’s Skinnerian. And it certainly takes more intelligence and precision than slicing people to smithereens.”

Jesse cowered against the wall, where he knelt chained with his arms pulled up behind him. This was an argument that had been ongoing for over a week now; the two devils were finally starting to wear on each other. Jesse didn’t really mind. After all, if they were occupied with each other, he was at least out of their crosshairs. He would have preferred it if he wasn’t stuck in a stress position while they sniped at one another, but he’d take what he could get.

“You’ve had that fucking muzzle on him, and I wanna use him!”

Jesse was so fucking tired of being used.

“He has another hole, for God’s sake.”

Also, being referred to as a series of holes. That was getting old.

“But he doesn’t have another tongue.” A solid point, Jesse supposed. Volkov went on, “Plus I have to work that other hole if I don’t want to tear him to–what was it?--smithereens.”

Peters sighed impatiently. “Violence isn’t a necessity, Alexsei. My work is more sophisticated than that! I thought you appreciated it.”

“I did, but now I want to play with our toy.”

Jesse couldn’t help it: he whimpered. It was pretty much the only form of protest he had access to, what with the muzzle and the chains.

Peters moved near to him and gently carded his fingers through Jesse’s hair. “And I’m telling you: it will be better if you can wait. He hasn’t learned everything we need him to yet. It’s better when they submit, don’t you think?”

“Oh, he’ll submit alright! Now, get out of the way. It’s my turn!”

Volkov lunged forward, but Ivan stopped him with a firm hand. Jesse almost sagged in relief.

“You’ll only delay his progress,” Ivan warned. “I thought you wanted a perfect little toy.”

Quite frankly, Jesse wouldn’t mind that route. All of this would be more bearable if he didn’t know what the hell was going on. Unfortunately for Jesse, Peters didn’t seem to be quite as good at his work as he thought. Jesse still knew who he was, and he knew that he didn’t want this.

Not that it mattered. Jesse wasn’t stupid enough to think that what he wanted mattered at all, particularly to the seething Russian in front of him.

“This is not what we agreed to,” Volkov growled. “I love watching you work, but this is not what I imagined. We took him so we could fuck him. Why has that changed? You’ll have time to put him through your precious protocols later. Right now, I wanna fuck.”

Jesse squeezed his eyes shut.

“Of course you do.” Jesse could tell that Peters thought he was eminently reasonable. “But I prefer to fuck something I made.”

“If we’re talking about other holes, I could always fuck you. It’s what usually happens to people who get in my way.”

Well, that was certainly an alternative. Ivan’s hand stilled in Jesse’s hair, and Jesse opened his eyes specifically so he could look up to see the good doctor’s reaction.

“My dear Alexsei,” Ivan snarled. “This is just what I mean. You’re a man of the world. Can’t you delay gratification?”

“I have been delayed for days. This is ridiculous. No wonder WRU demands faster results. I’ve turned defiant slaves into obedient little fucktoys in the amount of time you’ve been keeping him chained and muzzled!” Volkov roared.

Jesse had to admit, he didn’t mind being chained and muzzled so much if it kept them from using his mouth. He’d had quite enough of that already. Not that anyone was asking what he thought.

“But doesn’t he look good this way?” Ivan slipped his hand beneath Jesse’s chin and tilted his head up to meet Volkov’s gaze. “I thought you liked your toys restrained.”

“Pah! No one said he wasn’t pretty” –Jesse swallowed the urge to thank him– “but he’d look prettier with those lovely lips around my cock.”

“Well, certainly. Or mine. But if you could just wait a little bit longer. Maybe a little wine, to help you relax.”

Ivan let Jesse go and gestured to the counter, where somehow, he’d already had the time to decant two glasses of dark red wine. Volkov’s lip curled in a sneer.

“You and your wine. It’s such a lightweight drink. Not like whiskey or vodka. Those are drinks for real men.”

“Sure. Because whiskey and vodka leave a man unable to perform. Wine, on the other hand–it gets the blood pumping.”

“I’ll get your blood pumping, you useless academic!”

And with that, Volkov let his meaty fist fly, catching Ivan right on the side of his head.

Ivan crumpled to the floor, right next to Jesse, who squeaked a little behind his muzzle. But Volkov wasn’t nearly finished. Alexsei grabbed Ivan by his hair and yanked him back up. He used his boxer build to pummel blow after blow into Ivan’s ribs, his face, his chest, every place he could reach. Blood sprouted from his nose and mouth. Ivan could only offer minimal resistance after the first blow to his head. It was something Alexsei had learned early: why fight a fair fight, when you could deal the first devastating blow and control the whole bloody business?

Once Volkov was satisfied that Ivan was sufficiently limp and not going to be able to get in his way, he let Peters’ body drop. He stepped back and picked up one of the glasses of wine that the stupid academic had poured.

“To your good health, Ivan. Thanks for the wine.” And he downed the entire glass in one go. He could hold his liquor. This wasn’t even real liquor. Though, he had to admit, if Ivan had selected it, it was probably really fucking expensive.

He tossed the glass to the floor and laughed abrasively as it shattered. He stepped towards Jesse and his vision shifted. He shook his head. He took another step and swayed slightly. By the third step, his legs gave out from underneath him and he tumbled forward. He groaned where he lay sprawled over the bloody Ivan Peters, and then his vision went black.

Jesse blinked. Both his captors were passed out within arm’s reach–which would be a lot more convenient if he could use his fucking arms. And it would be better if their blood wasn’t pooling at his knees. But still. It was the luckiest break he’d gotten since they took him from that stupid party.

You know, except for the fact that he was chained in a basement, and no one else knew where he was. Other than that, it was pretty lucky.

The door to the basement burst open, and a man Jesse had never seen before walked through it. He surveyed the scene with clinical coolness.

“Fucking idiots, the both of them,” the man said in his slight Russian accent. He walked towards Jesse, who shrank backward against the wall; the last few weeks hadn’t exactly engendered a lot of comfort with giant men from Russia.

The man smiled at him. “I’m Andrei. Come on, kid. Let’s get you out of here and back home.”

Andrei paused to kick Volkov in the ribs before stepping on his spine as he walked over him to start unbuckling Jesse’s muzzle.

“‘M sowwy,” Jesse slurred, spitting away his bit. “But who–who th’fack are you?”

“I’m supposed to be this one’s,” here, he kicked Volkov again, “medic. But he’s a terrible human being. And the benefits are shit. Whatever the hell the scientist put in the wine, I hope it kills him slowly and painfully after all he’s put me through.”

“M-me too.”

Andrei laughed. “Yeah, I’ll bet. Give me a second, and I’ll get you out of these chains.”

Andrei stooped down and tore open Volkov’s shirt. Jesse was mildly concerned about what was going to happen next. But Andrei then yanked the chain that was around Volkov’s neck. He held up the key, showing Jesse and then moved to undo the padlocks and take off the chains that had been on his wrists and ankles since he’d been taken out of the damn box all those weeks ago.

Andrei helped ease Jesse out of the stress position and rubbed his arms. “Easy. I know it hurts. But you’ll be okay in a bit.”

Jesse thought that might be an overstatement, but he’d take it.

“Do you need to lie down, or would you prefer to get out of here? I honestly don’t know if they’re going to die or not.”

Jesse didn’t need to think twice. “Get me the fuck out of here.” That seemed abrupt. He shifted his jaw and added, “Please.”

“Absolutely. What’s your name anyway?” Andrei helped him stand up and shaky legs and pulled his arm over Jesse’s shoulder to take on most of his weight as he helped him towards the door.

“Um, Jesse. Um, sir? Andrei?”

“Yeah, kid?”

Jesse looked down at himself. “D’you think I could, uh, get some clothes before we go?”

“Oh. Whoops. Yeah, sure. I’m used to nudity. I mean, I’m a doctor. Let’s get through this door, lock it and then we’ll raid the upstairs rooms and see what we can find.”

And that’s just what they did. Andrei walked them both through the heavy basement door, set Jesse down on the stairs and then locked the door behind him. He got Jesse upstairs and set him down on the couch, draping a blanket over him.

“I’ll be right back, kid. Jesse.”

And then he disappeared up the stairs, presumably to scavenge some clothes for Jesse.

This was the weirdest fucking day of Jesse’s life.

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fokron · 2 years

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on one hand seperating cwilbur(s) into bursonas, and the concept of bursonas in general, is fun and I enjoy it. Especially when the bursonas become so far removed from their origin (dsmpc!wilbur, or the other bursonas, phantombur, tiptup, skyblockbur, argbur, etc) after fanon interpretation/altering that they’re like... whole ass different characters. It is very funny to me and i love it.

on the OTHER hand, seriously seperating dsmpc!wilbur into Different Burs (lmanbur, pogbur, ghostbur, revivebur) in a way that’s meant to denote them all as Different Characters, canonicaly, rather than just... different stages in cwilbur’s character/arc, i think is a complete disservice to the fact that cwilbur is MEANT to be complex and contradictory and human. and he goes through changes, like any person.

In other words, they’re all cwilbur (all the dsmpbursonas atleast). And just... eough... imo u can’t even begin to understand dsmpc!wilbur as a full character without considering all of him, you know?

#fokron speaks #anyways thinks for coming to my tedtalk i just wnted to write my thoughts down #wilbur soot #wilbur #also i love how bursona has just bcome the term used for like. any rp character wilbur soot makes LMAO #also this isnt targeted at anyone dear christ like i said i was just having thoughts #tho ig maybe its targeted at ppl who see pogbur ... or the name i like less. vilbur. as like removed from cwilbur or a completely differnt #kind of creature #LIKE NO THATS STILL HIM. HE WAS IN A SHIT MENTAL SPACE BUT THATS STILL HIM LMAO???#this also isnt refering to ppl like. seperating lman pog ghost and rev into burs and making them interact #thats just funny and fun time :-)#more the pplwho seperate cwilbur into burs with serious dicussion about his lore/personality/character whtvr #ghostbur is the only dsmpbur i would ALMOST consider a different character (tho related) bc of the whole bit where ghostbur came up with a #new name for himself (tho we never got to hear it :C ) and didnt like being called wilbur/alivebur

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walker-extended-universe · 2 years

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Hey remember how they introduced Todd as a somewhat douchey airhead that was a half-vocked antagonist for August and then he was trying to get Geri's number after Ruby dumped him?

And then in season 2 he's still and airhead but he acts like a human being and dates Stella until she leaves him?

Was that Growth(TM) or did Ruby just have that affect on him?

#walker #todd #walker speculation #walker dicussion #it was probably just a questionable writing decision #but this is fun to think about

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magnoliamyrrh · 6 months

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okay enough of the rants im logging off last thing ill say is that identity politics is largely a disease 👍 its point with the extremism its been taken to in part due to cia postmodernism being to wreck class conciousness though the wokeificstion of fragmentory policies and identity👍 bipartisan politics also serve to divide the country (all countries) incresingly so that people cant come together👍 having the worlds most stupid useless fragmentory identity politics discussions doesnt help it keeps us from coming together and focusing on real shit 👍wars pit the resources and labour of the working class against each other for the benefit of the rich 👍"im iranian youre american, you and i have more in common with each other than our governments with us, and our governments are more similar etc etc."👍 if racism stopped and if sexism stopped and if classism between the working classes (which, everyone has forgotten what the term "working class" means, its not abt economic bracket, low, middle, and higher class can all b working class yes including the doctor whose making a lot of money bc it is the exhange of labour for wages) stopped the working class could stand united not divided aginst the system 👍differences in race, class, and sex have Always been used to pit the working classes against each other, and to give people a sense of "well at least were better than Those people" (opressed middle class disdain for lower class, opressed mens disdain for women (at least they have power over someone!), opressed peoples disdain for other opressed peoples)

i may bitch and complain about kinds of people on here bc its a way for me to get my frustrations out, but ultimately i do think it is vitally important to have hope and to try to bring unity between people. ultimately i think it is unity which is the only way this planet, species, and every other species on this planet may see a better futute. ultimately, more than anything, i think despite everything we, for everyones sake, have to understand the deep interconnected nature of everything, have to truly understand that one cannot be free without all, and have to try to build bridges.... it is very easy both as both members of the opressive and opressed class (and yes most ppl occupy both in some way) to fall into disdain, fear, and wants of separatism. ive done it plenty myself and at times i still do. trying to "be better" is absolutely exhausting. but. i do truly believe that we have to try. i do not believe hatred is forever. not classism not racism not sexism not abelism not anything. it is not a curse people are doomed to from birth. people can change, we all can. we at least have to try

#this is part of the reason tho why ppl #tell me i shouldnt become a speaker or activist or someone who engages w ppl to change their minds and im like.........#i dont know if i have the temper for it #i stand by it. but im better at writing when i have time and space to calm my nervee #bc i really dO have a temper and im fed up with bullshit and i can be agressive #and ultimately i dont think thats the best way to change ppls minds #.......... lol one of tbe reasons why i look up to malcolm x so much #he wasnt perfevt by any means (ehm the sexism?) but. BuT still. a very complex very smart very real man who Saw very well #and something ive always respected is his amazing ability to keep his cool in dicussions and debates with people saying god awful shit #his cool his vibe his ability to educate and keep his tone strong and down #*ppl tell me i should #also. this is obviously not to say that there arent differences in class ethnicity religion gender etc etc etc and in how one experiences #the world bc. there Obviously are #also. global location imperial core imperial semi-periphery and periphery countries etc etc as well as each countries more localized power !#and position #just that ultimately trying to find unity and reach for similarities and understandings and sympathy where there isnt that is more productiv #e #than endless identifying politics fragmentation and opression olympics and also. everyone hating each other 🤷‍♀️

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gpedia · 1 year

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The Subtle Flood

Immersed in the subtle flood

Of greens and browns, yellow, ochre and bronze,

The tulmulations and ripples of heart and mind

Still, revealing higher ideals.

Sulks and smiles, laughter and cries,

The mind is a varied landscape

Joy and sorrow, hatred, love, and apathy

Respect, admiration, disgust and condescension...

Conscience is a funny state.

Poetry is a boon, free thought indeed,

Successive syllables serially strung,

Words wantonly voiced in verse

Alliteration abounds

Flights of fancy fit to form

Relaxes, rejuvenates, repairs

A meditation mediated by melodic breaks.

The setting sun brings orange light

Painting the sky in royal tones

Soon, the mature mistress of day,

Elegant, soft, subtle, secretive,

Cold, yet welcoming, acceptant, yet feared,

The cloak of night will drape the world.

#writeblr #writing #poetry #poem #my writing #i wrote this near the end of a college day #my english class was tucked into this smll oddly shaped classroom that was overgrown and surrounded by bushes and trees #and i had had bad sleep for the past week #i had already read through the text we were dicussing 4 times by themn #and was scribbling in my notes to keep myself awake #this is the result #there were others that made much less sense #but they're lost somewhere now

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adriennebarnes · 3 months

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The First Date

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Latina/Hispanic! Reader

Summary: Walter and Y/N go on a proper first date since they kissed in the interrogation room

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors because I don’t proofread

A/N: “Don Refri” is very popular, considering the fact that my followers are mostly because of my previous work, and I’m so happy! But would anyone be interested in being tagged in my other Henry Cavill fanfics? I have 2 Walter Marshall one shots out, I’m working on 2 August Walker ones, AND I really want to write a Mikey (I am watching Hellraiser as I write this, btw) one because he’s the main reason why I fell for Henry Cavill so I thought it would be fitting. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN MY OTHER HENRY CAVILL FICS, also send requests if you want.

On the bright side, Walter was not suspended for punching Tyler Delgado in the face…twice.

However, he did have to do desk duty with Y/N for a week which is anything but a punishment. Walter and Y/N have been having lunch together every day and have being working late together every night. And of course when everyone else has left the station, they have a little fun, nothing more than making out though because there was no way in fuck the first time they have sex will be in the workplace. Walter considered himself to be more romantic than that.

It was the last day that Walter had desk duty (Tuesday) so he was at Y/N's desk, eating a doughnut while Y/N was typing the reports. She turns her head to see Walter's lips covered with icing.

"You could help me, you know? It would make this workload a whole lot lighter." Y/N said.

"I could help but you look so beautiful when you're typing." Walter said, leaning in to kiss her cheek but Y/N pushed him away slightly.

"Not when there are other people here, I thought we dicussed this." Y/N said.

"Well then I guess I would just have to wait until our date." Walter said. Y/N furrowed her brows.

"Our date? I don't remember being asked out on a date." Y/N said. Walter turned Y/N's chair so she is facing him.

"Y/N, my dear, will you do me the honors of accompanying me to dinner Saturday night?" Walter asked.

"What a gentleman. I would love to have dinner with you." Y/N replied. "now please wash your hands so you can help me file this in the records room." Y/N said.

"Of course, my lady." Walter said, getting up from his chair, he kissed Y/N's cheek quickly before she had time to react. When Walter left, Rachel sat down in his chair.

"How's it like working with detective grumpy so close to you? Has he been correcting the way you fill out forms?" Rachel asked.

"No, not really. He has been fine to work with, he has just been observing me, I guess. Makes me nervous, but it is fine." Y/N said, telling Rachel half of the truth. Yes, having Walter work next to her made her nervous, but thats because he is a good looking British man that wants to kiss her all the time.

"I get that. But at least he'll be back doing his thing tomorrow. I got to do something real quick." Rachel said.

The following days were normal, Walter went back to his detective duties. He would ask Y/N to his office as usual, get in a few kisses here and there, he would sometimes bring her mexican baked goods from a coffe shop, it was business as usual and no one suspects a thing.

Y/N and Walter were almost done for the day. Luckily Saturday has been very a slow day. Y/N was cleaning up her desk when Walter came out of his offcie.

"You ready to go?" Walter asked her.

"Yes I am." Y/N replied. They both left the department and kissed each other goodbye.

"I'll pick you up at 7." Walter said, walking to his truck. Y/N followed him.

"Great, where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"It is a surprise." Walter said, getting in his truck.

"What do I wear this date?" Y/N asked.

"Whatever you're comfortable with." Walter said.

"You're not helping, just thought you should know that." Y/N said.

"Darling, it is winter in Minnesota, wear somehting comfortable. I'll see you later." Walter drove off and Y/N did the same once she got into her car.

Y/N made it to her apartment and realized it was already 4:30. She can't really prepare for her date on an empty stomach so she quickly made 3 quesadillas and ate while she began contemplating what to wear. Obviously she could not go wrong with a little black dress. But she is Latina so a red dress would compliment her more and make her stand out. She took a big bite out of her quesadilla.

"Ay, que dificil es ser yo." Y/N whined, she got out her phone and played music, connecting it to the charger because there is no way she's going on a date with her phone at 43%. "I could always wear a skirt..."

Walter wasn't having an easy time picking out what to wear either. He put on a Henley shirt and flannel of the same color, he was totally okay with the outfit until he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Oh god, I look like a Winchester brother." Walter said before he took off the flannel. The navy blue henley looks fine with his jeans and snow boots. Then he started thinking if a button down shirt would be better but he settled on the blue henley.

Y/N on the other hand was still choosing.

"Ugh, why am i like this?" Y/N questioned. "Fuck it." Y/N said, pulling out a dark/emerald green long sleeve sheer lace top, a black camisole, and black high waisted jeans. Once she changed, obviously wearing thermal leggings underneath the jeans because it is fucking winter, she put on her black combat boots and add some jewelry to dress up the look. Was debating whether or not to do her makeup to she decided on...(Your choice whether or not to do makeup). She sprayed her favorite perfume, and now was looking in the mirror...staring at her hair. (Again, your choice if you want to style your hair or not).

Walter was doing his hair, actually taking care of his curls this time. He wet his hair and started styling it with whatever hair products he bought at target that his barber recommended. He diffused his hair to speed up the drying process. When he finised, he trimmed his beard, sprayed cologne, texted his friend to see if the surprise for later was almost ready and he got the thumbs up saying it should be finished by the time they go. Walter looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30. He drove to the florist to pick up a boquet of Y/N's favorite flowers (mine are peonies, you can tell in my other work) that he had ordered earlier, and then drove to Y/N's apartment.

Y/N was walking around the apartment, overthinking about her date. Am i overdressed? Am i underdressed? What if it is a disaster? What if he realizes we are better off as friends. Or even worse, friends with benefits. Like good enough to make out with but not enough to pursure a relationship with. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N walked over to her door to buzz up Walter. A few moments later, there was a knock and Y/N opened the door to see Walter. Ugh, he looked so handsome.

"Good evening, my lady, these are for you." Walter said, handing Y/N the bouqet he had hidden behind him. Y/N smiled and smelled the flowers.

"These are so beautiful, Don Refri, my favorite. Come in, I'll put these in water and then I'll grab my coat so we can go." Y/N said, moving over to let Walter through and closed the door.

"You look beautiful, by the way. Green is definitely your color." Walter said, following Y/N into the kitchen.

"Thank you, I was panicking. Your curls look beautiful, by the way. Why don't you style them like this for work? Not that i don't love your hair all the time. And you trimmed your beard, you did all this for me?" Y/N asked when she finished filling a vase with water and unwrapping the bouqet to place them in the vase.

"Of course i did. I am afraid with how much I run my had through my hair, these curls won't stand a chance at work. Let's go, our journey awaits." Walter said. Y/N had her coat in hand and Walter helped her put it on (such a gentleman) and they left the apartment, Y/N locking the door behind her. When they make it outside, Walter opened the passenger door for Y/N, helping her in the truck and closing the door. Then Walter got in the truck. There were times when Walter was driving that he would drive with one hand (which i find hot) and had his right hand on Y/N's thigh. They make it to their destination and Walter helped her out the truck.

"no way, you brought me too La Grolla? I always wanted to eat here." Y/N said.

"I know, let's go in, shall we? We have a reservation." Walter said. He took her hand to his lips, placing a kiss, and they entered the restaurant. "Table for two under Walter Marshall."

"Ah yes, right this way." The hostess lead them to their table, Walter had his hand on Y/N's lower back, guiding her to their table, he then pulled out Y/N's chair and pushed it in once she was seated.

"Wow, Don Refri, you are making me believe that i should have dated British men years ago." Y/N said, taking off her coat.

"I'd say that you should have but I feel quite honored being your first British man." Walter took off his coat and Y/N would have drooled then and there because the way this muscles look in the henley was nothing short of sinful. Her eyes looked him over and Walter chuckled. "I take it you like the henley."

"There is just somehing about men wearing henleys that is so slutty and orgasmic." Y/N said

"Then maybe I'll start wearing them to work." Walter teased, winking at the end.

"Don't you dare, I wouldn't be able to concetrate." Y/N said.

Dinner went well, Walter ordered wine for them, they talked, then Walter got a text that it was finished.

"Do you want dessert or are you ready for the next part of the surprise?" Walter said.

"Another surprise? Wow, yes, lets go, I'm ready." Y/N said. Walter laughed lightly at her excitement. He asked for the check, he paid, and they left, walking to his truck. He drove to a lot where the winter carnival is. "Wait, i thought Friday was the last day."

"it is, but I helped the owner once and he said he owed me one. This is it." Walter said. Thats when everything turned on, the lights were beautiful. "So, my lady, what do you want to do first? I think its tradition as carnival dates go is to win you a prize."

"Okay then, lets see if you can win me a prize at the ring toss." Y/N challenged. She knew he was going to win but its fun to tease him. The owner was the one monitoring everything so wherever Walter and Y/N went, he followed to host the game or operate the ride. So far, Walter has won Y/N 5 stuffed animals. "Okay, Don Refri, I think this is enough." she said.

"Yeah, we need to talk about that nickname. I love it, I really do, but you said that you would stop if i started expressing my feelings, right? I started expressing my feelings to you, I think it is time that I get called something else." Walter said.

"I still have to call you that at work though, just until we tell everyone we are dating. Are you okay with that, corazón?”

"Corazón? That means 'heart', right?" Walter asked.

"Yes it does, because you have my heart." Y/N leaned up to kiss him.

"Mm, you know what else is tradition to carnival dates? Going to the ferris wheel and kissing at the very top." Walter said.

"Is that so? Then lets go, it is tradition afterall." Y/N said. Y/N place the stuffed animals on a table since they are the only ones there and went to the ferris wheel where the owner set them up and everything. It started going until it stopped when they were at the top. "The view is amazing up here."

"Yeah it is. You know, I'm very glad that you came to my police district. We never would have met otherwise." Walter said.

"True. Even though you were kind of an ass when we first met." Y/n said.

"And I am sorry for that. But now we're here. Now lets follow tradition." Walter said, leaning in to kiss Y/N. It was a soft and gentle kiss until it started to become more passionate and full of need. Walter pulls away. "You make me act like a teenager whenever you're around, and I love it so much, I never felt like this before."

"Me neither." Y/N said, kissing him again.

The night came to an end, Walter dropped off Y/N at her apartment, kissing her goodnight.

"See you at work tomorrow, my lady." Walter said, bowing.

"See you tomorrow, corazón." Y/N said, she closed the door and leaned against it. This was the best first date ever.

The End

Hope you enjoyed reading it!

Taglist: @shellyshellshell @warriormirkwood @secretdream2

#hispanic reader #henry cavill x reader #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #walter marshall fanfiction #latina #hispanic #henry cavill #night hunter #walter marshall #mike hellraiser #august walker

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writingonesdreams · 2 years

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Writing question

Describe your writing style. What are your strengths, weaknesses, what do you enjoy, what you do on purpose, what you do naturally, what are you aiming to do?

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #writing dicussion #writing #question

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purgemarchlockdown · 5 months

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Oh and, btw, just in case anyone needs it in this fandom.

If you wanna make analysis but think its been done before…make it anyway!

Even if you think other people have “done it before” you’ll have a unqiue perspective on it simply cause people don’t interact with media the exact same way you do! So write it anyway! And If you take anything specfic from anyone remember to just…credit them. Analysis is a Collaborartive experience that, in my own experience, gets better as more people dicuss and weigh in with their own ideas (uh…reasonably obviously.)

Remember:

#also cause I gain cosmic power whenever someone posts an analysis #and id like to take over the world thank you

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hiwelcometothemonstersancturary · 14 days

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Poppy Worldwide AU Masterlist~!

Poppy Worldwide, also known as Save Everyone AU, is a different take on the events from Poppy Playtime. Instead of the player character/Angel simply going with the flow, they go out of their way to save not just Poppy, Kissy and Dogday, but every single toy they find. This Angel is haunted by the guilt of never being able to do anything in the 10 years since they lost their coworkers. They won't stand there and watch as more tragedy happens anymore.

CHARACTER REFERENCES

Angel reference sheet

Smiling Critters reference sheet, part 1

Smiling Critters reference sheet, part 2

ART SESSION

In chronological order:

Aftermath

Why are you sitting like that

Who was the hardest to get a bath? (plus some other thoughts and bonus meme)

Fanart

Fanart for Bobby!

Fanart for Angel!

WRITING SESSION

In chronological order:

Poppy Worldwide: SALVATION ROUTE (AO3 fanfic, still in the works): Also known as the Factory Arc, covering chapters 1-4 of the game.

Post-factory arc:

The Ambulance Ride (Tumblr post).

And that's how you begin to heal (and stop Catnap and Mommy Long Legs from killing each other at the hospital)

House Tour (not the house we wanted, but the house we have) (Tumblr post).

+5 years after the rescue:

Thunderstorm Ball (Tumblr post, DayNap and Prometheus one-shot)

Fanfic:

The Experiment of an Angel, an AU made by @/sukisoox!

HEADCANONS SESSION

Just a compilation of the headcanons I use for this AU! Poppy Worldwide follows the theory that Elliot Ludwig became the Prototype, and that Poppy was his adopted daughter.

Why plan Hour of Joy?

Prototype and Poppy's relationship

Prototype and Catnap's relationship (coming soon)

Prototype's gender and sexuality

Molly Ludwig

Daddy Long Legs

Why is Angel so kind?

Angel's past with PlayCo.

RANDOM INFORMATION SESSION

Just some fun curiosities and facts about the au :0}

Order in which the toys refer to Angel as their parent

Order in which the Smiling Critters refer to Angel as their parent

Order in which every single toy started to refer to Prototype as their parent

Smiling Critters reunion

Catnap and Mommy Long Legs' sibling rivalry

Angel's body count

Catnap's love language (food)

Fashion choices

Favorite movies

Favorite videogames

Sleeping arrangements for everyone

Sleeping, dreaming and nightmares

Fears and phobias

Coyotes in the farm

Prototype first lore drop post

Prototype starting to heal from his trauma

Angel's PTSD (CW: Self-harm dicussion)

Prometheus ship thoughts

Prometheus ship thoughts, part 2

Prometheus romcom

DayNap romcom

Dogday and Catnap dropping their adopted kid off at school

Random scenarios

First baths post-rescue

Angel and the media

What if Angel gets a pet?

Who gives them the "Talk"?

Swimming for the toys

The older toys getting an alcoholic drink for the first time

How do they react when it's hurricane season?

Easter!

Scammer calls

What do they do with all the extra money?

Activism in the house

What if they found a toy that escaped PlayCo. during the HoJ?

DayNap wedding

Super silly posts

Angel's neighboors

#poppy playtime #poppy worldwide #save everyone au #masterpost #masterlist

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bookofmac · 2 months

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okay okay okay, thinking thoughts

So I find the concept of Names really interesting in Camlann, reading into the extracanonical stuff put on the tumblr is giving me food for theory crafting. The Catacylsm seems to be some kind of return of magic to the world (possibly heralded by the return of The King of the Britons in their hour of need?) and thus people with significant Names have access to something because of it. they fall into the stories of their namesakes; Perry, Gwaine, and Kay are Knights, Morgan is Morgana Le Fay, and we now have a Gwen in Shújūn.

Based on Kay's dicussion with Perry if more people can fill in the roles of their stories to more 'to plan' the stories will go, Of course this is not good news if you know the general end point of Arthurian legend (Betrayal, muderer, war, most everyone dead, the 'Glory' of camelot gone). It's inherently kind of a doomsday cult if you stay in those stories, you know where parts of this are going (i'll get back to this)

it also seems like there may be some, for lack of a better term, kin drama going on. There are 900 members of the court and Kay mentions that Peredur is a really uncommon name outside of Wales, meaning there are certain knights who are more common, i assume Lancelot's, Kay's, maybe a few Talisin's, a bunch of Gareth's, and like 50 Elaines like in the legends lol

We also dont have the context for how Names work full yet and neither do our characters. I think theres a lot of answers to be had with Shújūn/Gwen with how it works, how you know other than the buzzing in you're head and desire go through the motions and Follow the Story

Now, where does Dai fit in all this?

Dai doesn't have a Name, and I think theres going to be a point where he changes his name in a major way, but not to a Name, but a Bardic name. In welsh poetic and story telling tradtions Welsh poets, THE OG Bards, will take on pseudonyms tell their stories. This practice stems from the medievil era, but goes forth to today, and many modern Welsh and welsh heritage poets have connections to this tradition (Dylan Thomas' middle name was his great uncles bardic name, Sarah Williams published her work under the name Sadie), I believe it's also a requirement to have one if you intend to perform in the major Eisteddfod, (I am Australian so my experiance of Eisteddfods here is very different so if i'm wrong on that let me know)

Why would he do this? I think Dai is going to, at least try, to write him and his friends a way out.

Much ink is spilt over how Arthurian legend doesnt have an 'orginal text', and as such there are lots of stories that are inherently contradictory; Bedwyr is the best knight, but so are Gwaine, Lancelot, and Galahad. Mordred is some random king until his Arthur's son. Arthur has a sister, no he has two, actually he has three and one of them is an Elaine. This could be used to explain any doubles (are you my Gwaine), as well as why we see a few different spelling varients which are, the very welsh Peredur as opposed to Percival or Parzifal, the anglisised and more boarish Kay as opposed to Cei or Caius (this last one might just to keep Dai and Kay distinct tho). These variations are no more or less 'canon' than any other telling of the story, and so often the writer of a given telling of Arthurian legend is going to have their own bias. But things dont HAVE to end the way they always do, and sometime you need to have someone outside the story you're caught in to tell you a new one.

You are not locked into that ever looming cloud of Thomas Mallory and Le Morte d'Arthur.

Other evidence I have for this is that Dai sings at the begining of each episode, and sings in welsh at that. He also is, to a point our narrator, existing both in and out of the current narative. Also his name is an a lyric of Sosban Fach (a song i would be surprised if it wasn't in the show at some point) 'Dai bach y sowldiwr' which is also not from the text the song was based on. Tangential yes, but i think it's worth thinking about.

I think there is also something to be said about choice in what your name is and how it feeds into the overall theme of identiy, and how that plays into other themes at play in the story, like Transness, Imperialism, and Predestination

TL:DR; While he doesnt have a Name, Dai's gonna give himself an epic bard name and save them all by writing a killer hook to get them out of the story

#if i've gotten details wrong wrt welsh culture im sorry i am australian and a lot of my engagement in my welsh heritage is me doing research #theres only 3 eps out i listend to them an hour ago and im writing this kind of tinfoil i'm so proud of myself lol #this is so rambly im sorry but if people want to use any of this to build ideas off of pls go ahead #camlann #camlann pod #camlann podcast #camlannpodcast #many thoughts; so big so made of foil #if i am right about the kin drama idea i'll be so happy #all the garaths fighting over kitchen duty is very funny to me in specific

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haunted-xander · 1 year

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It's been some time since Monaca started living with them and Nagito revealing his... new hand. A couple of weeks ago, Makoto and Kyoko had visited them to inform them about the Neo World Program being under testing. Apparently, the Neo World Program is supposed to undo Junko's brainwashing and completely rehabilitate the Remnants of Despair.

Chiaki is a bit wary, simulations like that tend to have something go wrong with them, but despite that, she is excited. If there's a chance to save her old classmates and friends, she will take it, no matter the risk.

Right now, though, she has a more pressing matter.

Getting Nagito's chain collar off. She noticed he's been trying to scratch his neck a lot lately, but couldn't because of the collar. Unfortunately, Monaca lost the key during Bing Bang Monokuma's attack and picking it proved difficult, even for Izuru.

Didn't help that Nagito resisted their attempts at getting it off. Guess that's Ultimate Despair for you... They take pleasure in things they hate. It must be so uncomfortable. He'll probably get markings on his neck from all that chafing...

Everyone's sitting on the couch playing together. Today, Chiaki had set up her Gamecube and had started up Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures. A fun 4-player game they can all enjoy. Nagito was having a bit of trouble, on account of only having one functioning hand, but was doing well enough. His Ultimate Luck may be to thank for that, or maybe he's just that good.

Unfortunately, their play session was interrupted by a notification coming from Chiaki's phone. "...Oh, it's work. I need to send in some reports, so we'll need to pause the game for a bit." In reply, Monaca started whining, "But we just got to the booooooss! Monaca doesn't want to stop playing. Big sis should ignore any Future Foundation work and continue playing with Monaca and Big Bro! ...Oh, and Mr. Stalker, I guess."

"Sorry, but I can't do that. I've been putting these reports off for a while already, so I really need to deliver them. Munakata-kun's gonna be mad if I put it off anymore." Chiaki put her controller on the table and stood up. As Monaca tried to grab at her skirt, Nagito gently laid his hand on the little girl's shoulder. "Now, now Monaca-san, don't be so impatient. Let's play another game for a little bit while Nanami-san does her work, alright? She unfortunately can't abandon her duty forever."

"Hmmm... Okay! But Mr. Stalker isn't allowed to play with us." Monaca brightened up instantly and made to swap over to the Switch. Chiaki didn't get to hear what they ended up deciding on, but could tell Monaca was happy with whatever she started playing.

She walked into the isolated corner she's fashioned into a make-shift office, and sat down at her desk to get started on those reports. After a few minutes had passed, she heard a knock on the door and steady, even steps heading to check who it was. Faintly hearing the door opening, she deciding to let Izuru handle it and focused back on the reports in front of her.

At least she planned to. "Hey! Nanami-san, Nanami-san! I've got great news! ...Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt you while working! I'll just, uh, get back to you later...?" Makoto shouted as he burst into her office, almost completely covering up the sound of Kyoko dicussing something with Izuru and Nagito. ...With the occasional snide comment from Monaca. "No, it's alright. What did you come here for? Did something happen?"

"Yes! Or, um, kinda...? Nothing really 'happened' per say but... Anyway, it's good! Really good!"

"...Well, what is it then?" Chiaki was honestly getting a bit impatient, eager to get back to writing the reports so she can finally be done with them. "Um, I told you we were working on a way to undo Enoshima-san's brainwashing, right?"

"Yeah, the Neo World Program, right?"

"Yeah! It's finally operational! We can get started on rehabilitation now! Kirigiri-san and I have already made plans with Togami-kun to have the islands and the pods readied for the 15 of them! We've got boats and everything ready to sail them all over too! I don't know how no one has caught wind of it yet if I'm being honest, but everything's going super well!" His excited rambling almost managed to lose her with everything he was saying, but she somehow managed to keep up. Somehow, I doubt it's just that they haven't been caught. Someone must have noticed it by now, it's far too big an operation for no one to notice. Which means someone is trying to help cover it up. ...Could it be...?

"...Hey hey, slow down a bit. Islands? boats? Where exactly are you taking them, Naegi-kun?" Chiaki had a few questions regarding the plan, but decided to point out what she deemed most pressing. "Oh, sorry! I totally forgot to mention that! The server for the Neo World Program is located in a small archipelago in the Pacific Ocean consisting of six islands called 'Jabberwock Island'. Apparently, the Future Foundation reconstructed an old administration building on the central island into a base so they could rebuild the island." Why do you say that like you're reading it off a tourist guide? "...I'm not sure why they didn't go throught with that plan, but now we can use it to help the Remnants recover!"

"I see. And I guess you're planning on the Remnants continuing to live on the island after rehabilitation too?"

"Um, well, that's the plan, yeah! They... can't exactly just wander around freely, even after being freed of the brainwashing. The Future Foundation -no, not just the Future Foundation, the whole world wouldn't like it if we just... let them go. As much as I hate it, they did kill a lot of people. Rehabilitation can't undo all their crimes."

"...Yeah, I get that. They'll serve their time living on the island. ...Much preferable to prison, I'd say. Maybe... after enough time, they can get the opportunity to visit the rest of the world. Maybe they can help restore the world in exchange for getting to leave the island occasionally."

"...I hope we can get to that point. I'm just worried about if the Future Foundation will ever come to accept that they're rehabilitated, even long after the fact. These guys are a real stubborn sort, you know?" Makoto let out a sheepish laugh, trying to cheer himself up. "...Hey hey, are you going to stay on the island too?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, you'd need someone to watch over their recovery after the program... probably. Some of the Remnants don't seem to be doing so well, physically speaking. I ran into Owari-san during patrol some time ago and she... looked like she hadn't eaten a thing in weeks. And everyone has heard about the ones who traded their body parts for Enoshima-san's." Nagito's hand was a prime example of one such instance, but even that was far from the most disturbing one. ...Tsumiki-san will need to be kept a close eye on. Out of everyyone, her health will probably be the worst...

"Oh, yeah, you've got a point... I was considering it, but there's no way we'd get away with being gone so long. Of course, we'll take some time to watch over them after they first wake up from the program! But..."

Chiaki understood what he meant. As the leader of the 14th division, and the fact the Future Foundation already knows he has plans of some sort regarding the Remnants of Despair, there is no way he could just up an disappear. That said...

"Then, I'll do it."

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phantomgrimalkin · 2 months

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Not mutual pining - real friendship first

My partner has gotten me into Hazbin Hotel and, of course, Angel Dust has my heart.

The Husk/Angel ship has, of course, become the subject of dicussion in this house and watching it I firmly, firmly believe that Angel and Husk need to be friends. Genuinely just friends not "silently pining but not acting".

Angel needs someone who isn't interested in him for his body, where his sexuality is in no way linked to why Husk is in his life.

And, after a few years of that, yeah I can see them getting together romantically/sexually. But I think Angel needs the foundation of truly realizing

And although there's loads of differences - honestly "Loser Baby" has, for me, vibes of "Remus finds Regulus when Regulus is preparing to go to the Inferi Cave".

I love LOVE LOVE love love writing Remus/Regulus where they've been close friends, queerplatonic for a few years before getting together. But I never really evaluated why - but Angel/Husk has made me realize that I think Regulus needs the same.

He needs someone who doesn't want him for what he can do for them or for who his family is or his ties to sirius or anything else. Someone who doesn't try to fix him and accepts he's fucked up. Someone who just appreciates who he is as a person, has things in common with him, and loves him.

You're a loser, baby A loser, but just maybe if Eat shit together, things will end up differently

#angelhusk #hazbin hotel #platonic moonwater #moonwater #platonic moonseeker #moonseeker #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #remus lupin #regulus black

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oh-gh0st · 7 months

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because of thje newly acquired knowledge of choro i have recently gotten i needed to write something out.

imagine choromatsu and ghost sitting on the couch at their condo. theyre dicussing (well. arguing) over which arc in a manga that theyre collectively reading is better.

choro says it was the first one. "his character recieved more detailed development and strays from the typical "bad-boy" cliche that he has! he now has LAYERS to his personality and why he acts like that."

ghost says it was the third arc. "well the love interest turned him down at the climax and basically shattered his world. then afterwards he went through heartbreak but picked himself up afterwards. not to mention all the symbolism there was when he was going through it?! are you STUPID?"

"no i'm not. YOU should be calling yourself stupid for how miniscule that development is."

"oh YOU'RE one to talk."

"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

they get up from the couch at this point, shouting at standing firm in front of each other. push comes to shove and they start getting aggressive. choro refutes back to ghost with something mildly offensive (idk what but probably a jab at misogyny) and ghost Promptly loses it

cut to them grabbing his shoulders and kneeing him square in his crotch, and it is a HARD knee. he topples down to the floor, whimpering and crying from how bad it is. muttering "ow, ow, ow ow ow …!" under his breath as he holds his crotch in pain

ghost is huffing and trying to calm their nerves. mumbling how much of an idiot choro is, how that wasnt a good thing to say, general reprimanding. then they look over and see him covering his mouth

"…what are you doing. why are you crying."

"…liked it…"

"huh??"

they yell at him to speak up. he flinches but he complies

"…i-i think i liked that."

jaw dropped. ghost has to hold their head for a few moments after hearing him say that. he liked it?? why are their cheeks getting hot. they can barely see anything out of their glasses because of how fogged up they are.

"y-you… you LIKED that."

"…y-yeah."

they can see him starting to cry. ok they cant say anything too mean, after all they have their own. weird things they like… emphasis on weird.

they gained composure for a few seconds, looking away and taking a breath. ok its fine. this is fine. everythings alright.

and then they saw him try and cover up his boner. "WHAAAAATTT??!!"

#ghosts rambles #oso san posting #ghostoro #then they try and keep the previous topic going but. choro has to excuse himself #sorry for this. no im not. maybe i am. i have never written something so fast #im shaking guys

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