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faustianbroker · 1 year

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TIMING: Recent LOCATION: Levi’s house on World's End Isle PARTIES: Levi (@faustianbroker) & Gael (@lithium-argon-wo-l-f) SUMMARY: What was supposed to just be a casual dinner and hookup situation goes terribly awry when a skrzak arrives on the scene. CONTENT WARNINGS: none.

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When Gael first talked to Chuck online, he hadn’t anticipated the night going the way it went. They met at seven where he gotten a visual and audio feel for the man but they didn’t linger for long - Chuck was apparently just as much a go-getter in person as he was in their online chat and soon they were seated at a table where they regaled information about each other while swimming through a sea of good food and drinks - Gael had four sisters, Chuck had a child, Gael was a chemistry professor, Chuck owned a couple of businesses. Gael also found himself more reserved, not in a bad way but his company that night was vivacious even by his standards.

Gael could also tell that Chuck was either more stubborn than he was or he liked to be in control because he didn’t figure the insistence to pay for the entirety of dinner and all the alcohol the two had consumed was out of charity. Either way, Gael was way too inebriated at this moment of time to even remember what had been typed out previously and he had foolishly said ‘yes’ when offered to go home with Chuck - the professor wasn’t a floozy or sexually loose on a typical day but maybe something Chuck said particularly struck Gael’s fancy.

. . . He couldn’t remember. He was drunk but he kept himself standing; for some reason, the past few months he realized he’d gotten much better at holding his liquor. Gael wasn’t questioning it. “Are we almost to your place?” He asked, turning his head to regard the other man.

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Levi, on the other hand—introduced tonight as Chuck—was precisely what you could call a floozy, and damn proud of it. Getting a sense for the other man’s reservations, the demon was able to tone himself down just enough to keep the professor on his toes without overwhelming him and pushing him away. It was an old game, one he’d played thousands of times before over the last few centuries with countless partners. He was obviously an expert at it by this point when it came to in-person interactions, so it was no surprise when the man agreed to come home with him. The internet, on the other hand, tended to be more difficult for the demon to navigate stealthily, but he was getting better at it, at least.

It wasn’t his intention to get the other drunk, but then, he was pretty sauced himself. The cocktails at the steakhouse had been fantastic, far too good to pass up when the next one was better than the last. So here they were, making their way (slowly) back to Levi’s on foot, having decided on a whim that a cab was far too much trouble. It wasn’t a far walk, anyway, and the cool breeze of the night air felt good. A little sobering, maybe, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

“Mhm,” Chuck hummed, lifting a hand to point down the row of houses they were walking past. “That one… on the end.” The one that stuck out from the rocky outcropping of the island, that had its own staircase down to the beach and private dock—the one that looked like it should have belonged to a celebrity, not someone who owned a couple tourist traps in a coastal Maine town.

As they approached the home, exterior lights flicked on. It still retained the style of all the other historic homes in this area, but it had clearly been renovated to add some unique features. And that was to say nothing of the inside, which had been fully gutted and remodeled. Gael got a good enough look as they stumbled in through the back, and as the big, heavy door clicked shut behind them, Chuck was turning on his heel to move backwards into the home, beckoning Gael toward him. “Nightcap: yay or nay?” he asked with a lopsided smirk, knowing full well they didn’t need one, but whatever.

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Gael wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Chuck suggested they go back to his place but it wasn’t the considerably larger house at the end of the walk - had Gael inadvertently stumbled into the one-night stand of someone famous? Maybe that explained why he wanted to pay for dinner and the drinks. He wasn’t too worried about it though; everything that was going through his slurred mind would be questions for sober him to think about tomorrow. Right now, they made their way down the staircase, feeling the salty air on his perspiring face and simple thoughts running through his head. The outside, while elegantly decorated and designed with its automated lighting system, couldn’t compare to the inside as the duo made their way into the abode and Gael’s face, flush with alcohol, lit up in apparent fascination. He was sure if he was sober then it wouldn’t have been as big a deal but right now, it was lovely. The professor instinctually started loosening his tie when he stopped and realized that maybe Chuck was into that part of the process and he gave his companion a brief look before shaking his head. “Nah,” He scoffed and followed the rhythmic finger that called him to pursue. “Nice place you got,” He admitted as he went after Chuck.

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“Looks better with you in it,” Chuck said with a grin. No nightcap meant no bar, which meant that their destination was now the master bedroom on the first floor. It was a short stroll through the living room with vaulted ceilings, beneath the catwalk on the second floor and down a hall to another set of massive, ancient looking wooden doors. They stood ajar, wide enough for someone of the demon’s stature to pass between without needing to touch them. Beyond them, a four-post bed of California King proportions, and a circular archway that led into a bathroom that was equally as spacious as the bedroom itself.

But his attention was here, at the edge of the bed, hands finding the tie that Gael had started to loosen. “Could do without all these clothes, though.” As his fingers worked to liberate the man of his attire, his mouth found the other’s greedily. It became a bit of a blind fumble, then—slip out of that, shrug off this—and they’d only gotten about halfway through the ritual when a peculiar sound drew their attention.

It was… a laugh? It sounded far off, or… small… somehow. Chuck groaned, wondering if Gabagool was about to make an appearance and ruin the mood. “Not now, Gabs,” he called into the dim lighting of the hall. The laughing ceased, and thinking that that was that, he returned his focus to Gael. How was one to write that off?

Perhaps it was better to just not explain.

“Where were we?” With his guest now sitting on the bed, Chuck bent low over him and—

Goddamnit, there it was again. Annoyed, the demon threw Gael an apologetic smile before lifting himself off the bed, moving up to the doors that led into the room and peering into the darkness beyond. That laugh…

Well it didn’t sound like Gab. So what was it? He frowned, brow knitting as he tried to pinpoint the source. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere, which didn’t make any damn sense. And as the little laugh continued, a bizarre, foreign feeling crept up his spine. His stomach suddenly became upset, nauseated, and a chill ran through him. “What—” Backing away from the door, he threw a glance back at Gael, who was just as half-naked as he was, to see if he was… hearing this.

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Charming as Chuck was, a good chunk of what was left of Gael’s functioning thought processes were just slightly on edge, not wanting to get too far into something he couldn’t get out of, though his inhibitions were threatening to leave him at any given moment. Fortunately, as they pressed forward and his dark eyes beheld the room they were most likely going to spend the rest of their time in, he quickly grew accustomed to the layout - it seemed even bigger on the inside somehow - and he felt hands on his tie and a mouth against his and he leaned into it willingly. The process continued but not too terribly far, Chuck only having relieved Gael of a couple of articles of clothing when suddenly the former stopped, turned and called to someone or something that seemingly lurked in the darkness of the rest of the house. Gael raised an eyebrow with faint curiosity for a moment and without much else to do or perhaps to ready himself for the rest, he sat down on the edge of the bed expectantly. His host turned back to him and he kept his brown eyes on Chuck’s face, feeling his hands going towards his torso– And then Chuck stopped again. Gael propped himself up using his arms as his gaze followed Chuck’s, not questioning why he could see shapes in the inky murk that was an unlit hallway. He didn’t turn until the other man did to look at him, exchanging a glance with the shop owner. “What’s the matter?” He asked, his tone, while still rather casual, added some concern to it as his expression narrowed slightly. Indeed, he wasn’t an expert but in the short time he’d gotten to know the man, nothing about Chuck seemed uncertain in any way so it was surprising to see him backing away from something.

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“You don’t hear that?” It wasn’t a comforting thing to know, but Chuck was ready to wave it off as nothing, or at least something that could be dealt with in the morning. Fuck it, he had better things to do. Like Gael, for example.

Shaking his head, he returned to the bed once more, but not before pushing the doors shut behind him. “Never mind, it’s probably just someone outside,” he lied, willing the weird feeling to pass. The house was quiet once more as he returned to the professor laying atop his comforter, and in a matter of minutes, the phantom laughter was forgotten.

Until it made another appearance, that is, this time definitely in the room with them. Chuck lifted his head, hands gripping Gael’s hips a little tighter as that icky feeling made a swift return. He looked up the length of Gael’s torso to meet his eyes, and this time he knew they both heard.

What the fuck was laughing at them?

Confusion reigned, and unbeknownst to Leviathan, shame. Magically induced, but shame all the same.

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“Hear… what?” Gael asked, his brow knitting further in the middle and that look continued as Chuck dismissed whatever was obviously going on in his head. His host returned to him after ensuring their privacy more intimately but what little seed of doubt that Chuck was now trying to tell the two of them wasn’t really existent had already been planted. Gael felt Chuck’s body against his once again and he tried to push the thought that maybe he had accidentally hit it off with someone who was a little too mentally unstable for him on this particular night out of his inebriated head but it was sobering him a little quicker than he’d have liked. Granted, he was an emotionally mature individual, and he didn’t want to deny anyone who needed help but maybe not while he was already swallowing the scrutinizing glare of deity who he would need to apologize profusely to as soon as he could. A few minutes passed and he almost managed to remove it when– He heard laughter. Gael exchanged an expression with Chuck as he tensed up immediately, gently but urgently scooting away from the other man as he glanced around the room. Was there a hidden camera? Were they being watched? Was there a speaker system that he wasn’t told about? They weren’t being recorded or observed, surely? “Was that what you were hearing?” He breathed, his sharp eyes not managing to stay in one place for long as he tried to pinpoint the source of the laughter, cruel, mocking, jeering.

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“Yeah,” Leviathan growled, responding to the uncomfortable emotion with its own—anger. “Teddy!” it called in a venomous tone, half expecting its ward to be behind this, even though it wasn’t something they’d ever done before… why start now? No, it didn’t make sense. This wasn’t Teddy’s modus operandi when it came to pranks. And it definitely wasn’t Gabagool; that little fucker had the goofiest laugh Levi had ever heard, which this was not. No, this was… sharp. Sounded like it came from something small in spite of the way it bounced around the room with no apparent source. But there had to be one, right? There had to be.

“What the fuck.” The curse came out almost as a hiss, the proverbial hackles on the demon’s spine standing up straight. Unprompted and unwelcomed, its mind was flooded with imagery from its past: times that it might have been ashamed of its actions, if it had ever had a conscience.

First, there were the teary-eyed exes, screaming at it or begging it to stay, demanding to know why it had cheated, et cetera. It was a well known scenario, but not one that had ever made Leviathan feel anything. Now, though, its heart hurt. It felt bad for causing so much pain to so many people, finding itself wondering why it had to be like that. Why couldn't it just dedicate itself to one person, at least until that person noticed that it did not age, or… or accepted it for what it was. Why had it never tried?

Next, and perhaps even more confusing, was the corpses. The countless number of people it had killed since man first started to walk upright and speak actual words. Men, women, children… no one had been spared from the demon’s whims, not when it had a hunger for flesh or for entertainment. It could hear their screams now, and instead of finding it thrilling, the demon found it horrifying.

It was saying something out loud, though it didn’t realize it. Names. Descriptions of the faces that swarmed its vision, bloodied and weeping. Apologies for killing them, for hurting them, for ripping them from their happiness to feed its own. It wanted nothing more than to return to the sea in that moment, to run away from the agony that the laughter was conjuring, and its body trembled as it begged to shift to a more familiar form that could whisk it away from here.

It had utterly forgotten about the other man in the room, staring off into the middle distance as it muttered to itself, chest heaving.

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The aggression in Chuck’s voice didn’t go by Gael unnoticed though it was getting… weird, to say the least. The laughter returned and as he himself got to his feet uneasily, it suddenly stopped. He turned to look at Chuck, trying to get a gauge on what they should do when suddenly he heard his mother’s voice in his ear and he stiffened up so quickly it was as though he’d been paralyzed. Her voice wasn’t warm and welcoming, as he remembered; no, this one was cruel, condescending, terribly disappointed.

‘My son!’ She cried in his head. ‘Look at what’s become of you! What happened to the happy little boy I raised? What if he could see himself now, in a little town with not many people, going out drinking every night and not visiting his family!’ The words bore through Gael and he looked down at the dark ground, his brow furrowed. “I know, mama,” He replied quietly, not realizing that he was speaking Spanish. ‘No, you don’t!’ Her voice replied. ‘Sleeping around, being a teacher instead of doing something worthwhile with your life, wasting your time and effort on nothing. You get attacked by a wild animal and you change.’ There was a pause. ‘Put on a shirt, you’re embarrassing yourself even more.’ The spaces between her beratement were filled by something even more unfamiliar - admissions of murder, violence, gore, names. Gael turned his head slowly, his sharp hearing perhaps unintentionally picking up what his one-night companion was saying. As though the mocking laughter wasn’t enough, his mother’s voice ringing in his head, pulling into his mind poor choice after poor choice after shame after shame, he felt surrounded and while whatever Chuck was saying was unintentionally burrowing into Gael’s mind, he wanted to escape. He HAD to escape. Breathing deeply, trying to keep his thoughts under control, he went for the door that Chuck had closed.

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There was no chance of the demon maintaining control in such a heightened emotional state, and just as Gael turned to the large double doors that led into the bedroom, the host’s chest burst open. The roar that echoed through the home was bestial, and loud enough to drown out the laughter, which had stopped abruptly. Blood and viscera painted the bed and walls as a hulking creature seemed to appear from inside the man’s body, scales slicked with gore as it turned its glowing, seafoam green eyes on Gael.

It let out another bellow and lunged for him, thick body slamming its way through the now-open doorway as it passed him by entirely. It was hunting for the thing that had been laughing, webbed claws skittering on hardwood as it rampaged through the home, shoving that massive head in every nook and cranny it could find. Not an easy task, since whatever it was seemed to have been scared into silence by the creature’s abrupt and violent appearance, but that didn’t matter. Leviathan would tear this place apart until it found the fucking bastard. Maybe it was one of those dead things that’d been in the yard a few weeks ago. They were diminutive.

It wasn’t until Gael was at the back door that Leviathan turned on him, letting out a long, low hiss. He’d seen too much. Eat him. Barreling down the hall toward the man, the demon’s many eyes widened in surprise as he managed to just slip through the door after figuring his way through the deadbolt, and it was forced to skid to a stop before busting out onto the beach in front of god and everybody. Looming furiously in the doorway, the bloody creature glared at the man that had gotten away for only a moment longer before using its tail to slam the door shut again.

Fuck. Fuck.

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The professor wasn’t sure what happened just as he opened the door but in what seemed to be an explosion of body horror, Gael was splashed with blood and who knows what else, a ringing in his ears and he dropped to a fetal crouch. He tensed, feeling his muscles rippling just under his own skin. Adrenaline started pumping itself through his system along with a scathing wave of pain on his arms. His breath quickened and as the bloody explosion rested on every available surface with a liquid patter like rain on pavement, he shakily peeked through unfamiliar fingers and his gaze was confronted with a decidedly inhuman, slithering demon. He didn’t have very much time to react as the creature lunged for him, though it went right past him out of the door. Gael, urged by a voice in his head and chemicals in his body, didn’t wait around and he stumbled through the door himself, slipping on the blood but using his powerful forearms to pull himself back to his feet. Fortunately, he was a quick learner when it came to house layouts and his strangely adaptive eyes enabled him to see enough of the shapes in the shadows to avoid hitting too many things, though they couldn’t have been further down on his list of priorities. The mocking tone of his mother was gone, since replaced by a primal drive to escape. Through the house, virtually slamming into the front door with his side as he heard the rumbling throughout the rest of the abode. Not bothering trying to see where it was, he kept his eyes on the door, trying to wrench it open with fumbling hands that he didn’t realize weren’t hands at all. Why– why was the door deadlocked? Gael finally made a grunt of fear and anger as he messed around with the lock, clumsily trying to unlock it as he heard the serpent that he could’ve sworn was once Chuck tore through the house. C’mon, c’mon– he managed to hear the click and he wrenched the door open, falling onto the porch and rolling off, landing on the sandy beach. He didn’t dare stop though, clawing his way to his feet and whimpering as he took off as fast as his legs could carry him. The night started off so well. He had a drink with a stranger. He went to the stranger’s house… the stranger blew up and– He didn’t know when he stopped and when he did, he tumbled into an alley where he breathed heavily, uncertainly, his jaw clenched and his eyes wide. He cradled his arms close to his torso, trying to get his breathing under control, wondering what the HELL happened. He was certainly sobered up now, whatever having happened before Chuck’s… episode having since been completely scraped from his mind. Slowly, fearfully, he held up his hands. They were covered in thick, dark fur, with beetle-black claws that shone in the light of the moon. Quickly, nervously, he pulled them back to his stomach. He would… have to…

Probably never interact with Chuck again.

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spice-and-fire · 1 year

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lithium-argon-wo-l-f:

what tea do you recommend for nerves? Asking for a friend

Well, personally, chamomile or lavender are my go-to, but peppermint and green tea do the trick as well. Are you Is your friend okay?

@lithium-argon-wo-l-f

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canis-or-cannotis-lycaon · 1 year

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Gael || The Magnus Archives Avatar

The Stranger, I Do Not Know You, The uncanny, Not knowing

“It is the fear of things that are almost human, but not quite, and the creeping sense that something is not right but you don’t know how. It manifests as objects pretending to be humans, like mannequins, wax models and taxidermy, and is often connected to skin, faces, and identity.”

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letsbenditlikebennett · 10 months

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TIMING: Just after the July full moon when they were both still sleepy, sore werewolves. LOCATION: UMWR, Chemistry Building PARTIES: @lithium-argon-wo-l-f & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Alex was feeling a little foggy on that week's material, so she went to see Gael during office hours only to pick up on their shared nature.

The days that followed the full moon had always felt especially long. Though her body wasn’t filled with the same muscles and aches she’d grown familiar with when she was younger, Alex had a busy schedule that didn’t allow for a day of sleep after a sleepless night of devouring whatever forest critters Andy put in the bunker with her. She did her best to counteract the lethargy with cold brew coffees. They helped a little bit, but even the caffeine couldn’t counteract that she chose to listen for Kaden’s breathing rather than taking her usual morning nap. So it didn’t come as a huge surprise when she still found her mind was somewhat in a haze during her last chemistry lecture and now the homework looked like it may as well have been in Greek.

While Alex did make a point to visit her professors during office hours, she usually likes to show up with more abstract questions about application— questions that made her look smart and left the professor with a good impression of her. She desperately craved the approval in the form of external validation that only a parent-aged adult could provide. Her own parents never seemed impressed no matter how hard she tried and the pleased look from instructors would never change that, but they sure as hell softened the blow— gave her something more achievable to strive towards.

So, Alex wasn’t too happy about having her first trip to Professor Cordova be filled with questions that just made it look like she wasn’t paying attention in class. If she wanted to understand the material and pass the class, it was a necessity, especially considering she was exploring other science to potentially minor in. As she weaved through the brick buildings of the campus, she rehearsed what she was going to say in her mind. When she reached the chemistry building, she was finally feeling better about the prospect of asking seemingly basic questions he had already answered in class. When she reached his office, she lightly rapped on the door. With confirmation she could enter, she peeked her head in through the crack in the door and waved, “Hi, Professor Cordova.”

The office smelled strange as she entered it. Not bad, but familiar. Various chemicals were present in the air, so she couldn’t quite place her finger on it. As curious as she was, she wasn’t trying to look like a lunatic sniffing about the professor’s office like some sort of bloodhound. “I had some questions about some stuff on this week’s homework assignment,” she started. Damn, that was not how she had rehearsed it in her head. Stupid super nose. “Sorry,” she blurted, “I’m not asking for answers to the homework. I have my actual notes on the concepts I’m struggling with. I just wasn’t feeling great last class so most of it went over my head.”

— He just wanted to sleep. The past weekend had been uncharacteristically rough for Gael, between the visit with Monty, whatever the hell happened with Leticia and even the… he wasn’t even sure what it was called with Elias. His body was sore, that wasn’t new, but the nightmare and the lingering feeling of nausea certainly was. What else was new was that for the first time in a long time, he fell asleep during his lunch break. Fortunately, there were fewer classes in the summer so he was afforded more time to spend by himself. With his thoughts. So that’s what he was doing right now, having completely and accidentally fallen forward on his desk, still holding a pen as it drooped in his hand with its loosening grip. Gael hadn’t reached REM yet, fortunately, and he was cognizant enough to hear someone knocking on his door where he jerked awake, the pen gently flinging out of his hand. “Yes?” He managed to call coherently as he blinked blearily, trying to wake up quickly as he heard a voice accompanied with a small wave out of his peripheral vision. Reaching up to adjust his hair really quick as it’d since flopped onto his forehead messily, Gael turned his gaze to the young, fiery-haired girl that entered his office and he offered a warm smile that easily reached his eyes. “Of course.” He replied lightly, slowly getting to his feet and placing a hand on his back as he did so, doing his best not to let the brief pained grimace paint his face. “Between you and me, I should’ve worded some of the lecture better; I’ve been a little out of sorts, too, so I apologize for not being more coherent.” He examined her face for a moment, tilting his head slightly. “You’re… Alex Bennett, right?” He asked, motioning for her to take a seat if she preferred.

There was some sense of ease to be found in the fact the professor had seemed like her presence had shaken him awake. Maybe it didn’t bolster her with the kind of confidence that would make her stop scavenging for scraps of validation, but it was something. Alex felt the nervous tension in her shoulders dissipate as she offered an easy smile. “Guess we both are having a bit of a week, then.”

A small sense of solidarity that she could easily mirror. It helped when it wasn’t entirely forced, though Alex wasn’t about to tread any deeper than that. She put on a good show— so good that it made adults feel inclined to check in on her as if she wasn’t the monster that she knew she was. Relaxed was the way to play this, which was much easier now that she didn’t feel quite as self conscious.

“Yep, I’m Alex,” she smiled. She’d always preferred the nickname to Alexandra. Somewhere in the mix of her grief, it felt like a small victory that legally her name was just Alex now. Not that she’d ever let herself say or even realize as much. Instead, she was caught by something in the air, something familiar. She froze in her place, not wanting to obviously sniff the office, but it was becoming increasingly overwhelming. It was animalistic like her— like Alan. Her heart was going rapidfire in her chest and she had to remind herself, Alan was okay. This werewolf could be okay, too. He was just her chemistry professor for crying out loud. Still, she studied him with a worried gaze. She’d put off getting to know others like her for so long and now that she was opening herself up to the idea, it felt like trying to slip on a pair of boots that didn’t quite fit. Because she didn’t fit.

“Are you picking up on that,” Alex asked with an arched brow, hoping to not have to elaborate further because she wasn’t sure if she could.

She seemed to relax slightly at first which was good for Gael - he could try all he wanted but he didn’t think he had the mental fortitude or required eloquence to have a functional conversation with a student who was going to be strictly professional and uptight. Not that he minded those kids, of course, but there was something unifying he felt when she confirmed that it wasn’t the day insomuch as it was the week. And he wasn’t sure what her reasoning was, though he also remembered being a college kid once and he often lost track of the days when he was out partying and still managing to find time to study and do well in school. He looked back on those days and started to wonder how he did it when the answer came to him a second or two later and he no longer wondered. He was here today though and he needed to stop thinking about the past. Normally he didn’t but he was still waking up, he figured. “It’s nice to meet you outside of class, Alex.” Gael nodded his head, leaning against his desk in that way teachers and professors did as he kept his dark eyes on her. …And then Gael noticed that she was giving him an expression, one that he didn’t think was entirely positive. Her body language was incredibly stiff and now that he was paying attention, his own gaze dropped, lidding his eyes as he heard something. It sounded like… her heartbeat, pulsing in her chest and much too high for it to be normal. His own expression grew with concern though it was partially hidden behind his mop of hair and the beard he’d grown in a shockingly small amount of time. “Picking up on what?” Gael asked before licking his lower lip. “Is everything okay?”

“You too, Professor Córdova,” Alex responded with a practiced easy smile. Even if she had opened herself up to the idea of letting Alan be part of her life, there was still hesitation there. She didn’t like that he killed hunters– or anyone for that. Still, some small part of her longed for his approval despite that. Opening herself up to the idea of getting to know other werewolves, or even other supernatural beings, was still new to her. It still didn’t feel entirely natural yet and having a werewolf as a chemistry professor hadn’t been something she was anticipating. It wasn’t bad. If she could try to find a mentor of sorts in Alan, she could work with her instructor being a werewolf.

That was, until Alex noticed the puzzled expression on his face and the way he studied her. The way his answer to her question had essentially been more questions. The can of vienna sausages she had eaten for lunch was no longer sitting quite so well. He was a werewolf who didn’t realize he was a werewolf, which made him a danger to others. But how was she supposed to fix that? How was she even supposed to broach the subject without her professor thinking she was absolutely insane?

“The…,” Alex trailed off, at a complete loss of how to answer that question. Her eyes scanned the books on his shelves, repeating the titles in her mind until she felt the rapid pace of her heart begin to slow. “The full moon just passed. You’re not feeling good after it, right? Maybe don’t fully even remember it?”

It was hardly the smoothest line of questioning, but Alex needed to gauge how much he knew before she dove into her questions on chemistry, which suddenly seemed largely unimportant if her teacher didn’t realize what he was and the danger he was putting others in by simply existing without that knowledge. “Sorry, maybe not the most appropriate thing to ask.”

Gael wasn’t sure what line was crossed without him knowing it as her demeanor changed a little more to reflect that previous anxiety that she seemed to have when she first walked in. His eyes followed her as she looked at the full shelves instead of at him and he wondered if that was what she did to cope with stress, which he still wasn’t sure what he’d done to work her up. Then she brought up the full moon, the feelings, the memory loss and Gael felt something knot unpleasantly in his throat for a moment. Did word get out that he was a chronic sleepwalker? He’d gotten very lucky with the schools administration and dean, allowing him accommodations for the problem and while he had assumed that it was something to do with the pressure in the air caused by the lunar cycle, he didn’t think much more on it than that. Or perhaps it didn’t get out that he was a sleepwalker; should Gael place his burdens on this young girl? She was asking him, true, but he didn’t feel like it was his place to overshare his personal life with her. “No no, you’re fine.” He cleared his throat, trying to recover from the thoughts that got away from him for a moment. “I, uh…” He faltered; perhaps… Was she similar to him? Is that why she was asking. “Is that how you feel right now?” He decided to ask her first, gauge her reaction to see how much information he felt appropriate to indulge to her. “Would you like to take a seat?”

Sometimes, Alex wished she had been born knowing nothing about the supernatural and that she could just exist without having that awareness always above her head. All she had wanted to do was get some clarity on some concepts that were coming up in the homework that she wasn’t feeling so confident on. Maybe have some easy conversation about science and stuff going on around campus as a nice little exchange of pleasantries like a normal fucking student. But she knew better, knew what they were both capable of if they weren’t careful. Yet here he was right in front of her with kind eyes, that despite the dark circles that lingered under them, were laced with a hint of worry. How was she supposed to reconcile that? How was she supposed to force this world on him when she herself wanted so desperately to be anything other than what she was?

And this was on her. This couldn’t be yet another problem that Andy had to take care of. Alex knew she had her plate full with whatever this other hunter was up to. Which made her being anywhere near her professor dangerous. She placed a hand down on her knee, heavily, forcing the turmoil that was brewing to keep a more stagnant outward appearance. She looked back to her professor. “Thanks,” she offered, half-heartedly. He was still confused, but in some of that confusion, maybe he was connecting some dots. She really hoped she was connecting even a singular fucking dot.

“Yeah,” Alex answered, “Have been most of my life. Can kind of tell when others…” How did she put it? Hey prof, not to sound like I have absolutely zero grip on reality, but you smell like a canine. Not exactly the most flattering thing in the world to say. There had to be another way to frame it, some other aspect of lycanthropy she could use to clue him in, let him know that there’s help. She had to make sure he was somewhere safe before the next full moon.

It clicked. Alex stood up and squared her shoulders to give some illusion of confidence. “Close your eyes and listen,” she explained, “It sounds weird and I know you don’t actually know me, but just– please try it?” There was a certain hint of desperation in her voice. If she couldn’t even help protect people when there wasn’t the threat of a fight, what good was she? She did a quick round of jumping jacks to get her heart racing at a pace more rapid than Professor Córdova’s. She stopped her movement completely when she could hear clearly the asynchronicity in their heartbeats. “Listen closely,” she whispered, backing towards the opposite side of the office with light footsteps, “You can hear it, right? Your heartbeat and mine— perfectly even though we’re not in close enough proximity for that to be possible?”

Gael wasn’t sure what was going on. Was Alex sent there to keep tabs on him? Was she someone that Emilio sent because of some conversation they had online? Or maybe Alan sent her - he had found another sleepwalker and was pushing for this unity in what they were? …What were they? Why was Gael thinking about this now? He needed to keep himself calm despite his soreness and the questions and other things Alex was now telling him; something was clearly riling her up, adding to the exhaustion on her young features but he wasn’t sure what he could do. He thought she was here to talk about chemistry but instead she was stressing out about something. There was something that gave him pause when the student said that she’d been dealing with it for most of her life and his heart hurt for her - he’d only been dealing with it for about a year now… he couldn’t imagine the stress it must’ve placed on her. They didn’t know each other but Gael wanted to already offer her a hand in a comforting gesture, perhaps a cup of tea and some words of assurance but he he didn’t want to come off too strongly so instead, he just stood there and started to hold up his hand in an attempt to maybe calm them both down when she suddenly had a different idea, one that seemed to shift her demeanor. He looked at her earnestly and though there was some hesitation behind her asking him to close his eyes, he heard the pleading in her voice and he gave her a small nod. “Okay.” So he did. Gael closed his eyes and they darted under their eyelids as he wondered what her impromptu exercise was, both figuratively and literally as it sounded like she was doing something not online jumping jacks. The longer his eyes stayed closed, however, the more he could feel something else, something different - his other senses were compensating for his lack of sight whether he asked them to or not. She told him to listen closely but he didn’t get to choose that as he could hear his heartbeat, but also… the professor tilted his head in the direction she had quietly stepped as he did hear it. Her heartbeat. Gael gulped, his eyes still closed. She whispered to him, something else he shouldn’t have been able to hear. Alan was the same way when they sat on the bench, the things Monty would say under his breath, the things Elias would say under his when they thought other people couldn’t hear. The way Gael could hear a heartbeat or a lack thereof. Recognizing a scent before his vision could. “Are you… like me?” He asked just as quietly. “Are you a sleepwalker too?” It was a bold question and he was putting himself out there, not sure if that was the purpose of the exercise but if she wasn’t, she could just dismiss him as crazy. He figured he had to have been nowadays between the things he’d been told and the brain injury he’d sustained, the defect in his mind that gave him strange abilities yet stripped agency and control from him every now and then as compensation.

Even if he didn’t understand, Gael was kind enough to go along with her request. Part of her was embarrassed. Alex knew she must have looked sleep-deprived and somewhat crazed to her professor, someone she desperately wanted to like her, but this was too important to ignore. It wasn’t just the human lives on the line— it was his. This was the only class she was taking this summer and with this hunter recognizing Andy, it was only a matter of time before he found her. Or some other hunter catching him because he wasn’t taking the necessary precautions. There was too much at risk and this little exercise was a desperate attempt to mitigate some of it.

There was a certain relief when he asked if she was like him. Even if he didn’t know what like him meant, it was a start. An important one. Alex nodded as she tried to figure out the right words to say. Correcting him on the sleepwalker thing with werewolf probably wasn’t the move, even if it was the truth. If he thought it was sleepwalking, this must still be fairly new to him, that he hadn’t start to remember what he did in the nights just yet. Or maybe he thought they were simply dreams, but did he not wake up covered in blood? Seemed unlikely.

“I am,” Alex answered, “I’m a sleepwalker, it… lines up with the lunar cycle. Heightens our senses.” If she could explain it like a sickness, maybe it would be easier for him to understand. She wasn’t quite sure how that would work for getting him to lock himself up during the full moon go… especially not in a bunker with her and a bunch of small critters, but she’d talk to Alan, Andy, and Kaden. She’d figure something out. She had to. “That’s how you could hear me… and how I can smell that we’re the same.”

She wished she could simply take this off his plate. Alex had a hard enough time with reckoning with what she was and she grew up knowing werewolves existed. Her professor had no knowledge of this stuff, he could have gone the rest of his life without having the burden of supernatural sitting on his shoulders, but that had been taken from him. It made her sad for him. “It gets easier,” she finally said, “Doesn’t hurt as much after a while and you start to remember more.” Not that she was sure remembering was all it cracked up to be. Even if it was only forest critters, Alex didn’t love remembering the ways she ferociously ripped them apart or how their blood felt as it coated her skin the following morning.

“I can help,” she explained, “My sister has gotten really good at taking care of me through all of it… and I know someone else like us, too. It can be dangerous if you don’t— It’s more dangerous than normal sleepwalking. Will you please let me help?”

Gael opened his eyes again slowly as Alex explained some of the things that his mind had been trying to rationalize for months now, things that he was very recently coming around to. Smelling things that might not’ve been there… or who had been there before, recalling that he could tell where Elias had lingered in the house the longest, been able to hear an argument down the street or the heartbeat of a student who was stressed about something even though it was impossible. He attributed these strange new sensations to something in his head getting screwed up during that animal attack. His expression shifted and Gael couldn’t keep it from subtly morphing from kind, if somewhat confused curiosity into further concern and more empathy for the girl’s plight, how she’d dealt with this for most of her life and when she said it got easier, that it would hurt less and he’d remember more, his breath caught in his throat without him even realizing it. It was his turn for his heartbeat to accelerate, though he didn’t know why as an animal part of his brain activated for a moment. While he would’ve loved the pain to subside, wishing that his back could go back to before the accident, he felt something tugging on his brain. He… wasn’t sure if he wanted to remember. There was a beautiful ignorance to Gael right now, a simple explanation that he’d grown accustomed to using ever since. He didn’t remember whatever it was, he just wake up. Sometimes he was out in the middle of nowhere covered in animal blood as though he were part of some ritualistic sacrifice that he wasn’t privy to, sometimes he was in his bathroom that was torn up beyond recognition, his towel ripped to shreds, blood from an unidentified source smeared on the wall. Sometimes with fur that he attributed to his bath mat that was made of similar material and every single time with an implacable, yet overwhelming vice grip of pain that made him feel like he’d been completely torn apart and shoddily rearranged. A plaything for whatever compelled him on those nights where he was agitated and disoriented, buzzing with energy that came from nowhere. At least, that’s how it was until a few nights ago. Gael didn’t want to think of the nightmare he had, the shadowed figure that stood on two legs. He didn’t want to think about the animals he killed, the people he couldn’t explain why he did the things he did aside from “it’s a brain injury” and to apologize profusely for what he did. He was thankful that he didn’t have enough shame to be lastingly embarrassed for being woken up completely au naturale in places that he should’ve been, along with being thankful that he never got put on any lists or sent to jail for being bloody. Then Alex said she wanted to help. The professor looked at her, his eyes partially lidded and brow knitted in the middle, his dark-ringed eyes meeting her own and Gael didn’t understand why, but he could tell that whatever this affliction was, she didn’t know him and yet felt so strongly about this that it managed to pierce through his reservations. “...Okay.” He relinquished it with a small nod to reinforce what he said. “Yes– yes, of course you can help.” He inhaled and licked his lower lip, looking down at his desk as he affirmed his answer, now feeling his heart beating anxiously in his chest cavity.

For as long as she could remember, Alex had been observant. It was a learned defense mechanism that stuck with her through the years and it was in full swing as she watched Gael process what she had proposed. Her eyes, while kind and offering sympathy, were discerning. She listened to every beat of his heart and noted the way the pace picked up. It was an indication that he knew something serious was wrong even if he didn’t quite understand it. This was overwhelming for him and she couldn’t fault him for that. It had been thirteen years and she still grappled with the reality of what she was despite the fact she’d grown up knowing about werewolves. The supernatural had always been a reality for her and that made it easier in some ways.

Her professor didn’t have that same background and was going into this whole experience blind. Alex wasn’t sure the best way to help him, but she would find a way. He seemed… caring and so normal. The word monster was starting to carry less weight than it used to, but it still sat like a weight on her shoulders. It was a weight that demanded she do what she could to mitigate any potential harm and she needed to make it work.

“Thank you,” she said softly, “I’ll figure out some ideas before the next full moon.” Getting her professor to agree to nights locked in a bunker seemed less than likely, but maybe deep woods camping with Alan? She’d figure something out. She had to. “I’ll come back tomorrow about the chemistry questions,” she started, “With coffee. Think we’ll both have a clearer head then anyway.” And maybe by then she’d have some ideas to run by him.

#wickedswriting #wr gael #threads; with gael; office hours #(never been a natural all i do is try try try) ;; writing #(the moonlight's blinding) ;; season 1 writing

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thenookienostradamus · 2 years

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Ok so one of the things I liked about TRoP that I'm guessing many did not was the fact that it made use of a LOT of over-35 actors. Many of them 40+. In an extremely ageist film industry, I think that's pretty remarkable.

I mean, one could definitely argue that it was possible in some cases to find, let's say, more exquisite specimens of the 40+ crowd to represent Elves. I don't think anyone would argue that folks like, say, Thandiwe Newton (50), or Gael Garcia Bernal (44), or Daniel Dae Kim (55), or Aishwarya Rai (49), or Mahershala Ali (48) are sufficiently otherworldly-looking to be convincing Elves. I mean, hell, Hugo Weaving was already 41 when he played Elrond for the first time in 2001.

But it was fantastic to see some people who aren't 19, 22, 25 as dashing heroes and romantic leads. The extremely lovely Nazanin Boniadi (Bronwyn) is 42 - seven years older than her onscreen love interest, Ismael Cruz Cordova, who is objectively the prettiest Elf by far.

I definitely would have preferred an intriguing-looking 40-something Sauron to the 29-year-old Generic White Boy we got.

As someone who was mildly shocked 21 years ago by Jackson's casting choice for Elrond (look, I was 22 and by my own admission knew sweet fuck-all about anything), I'm now considerably more appreciative of older actors getting fat chunks of screen time. No matter who you are, you want to see people who look like you in media.

#trop #an uneven mess #but damned enjoyable anyhow #older actors #ageism

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Coco (Lee Unkrich, Adrian Molina, 2017) Cast: voices of Anthony Gonzalez, Gael García Bernal, Benjamin Bratt, Alanna Ubach, Renee Victor, Jaime Camil, Alfonso Arau, Natalia Cordova-Buckley, Edward James Olmos, Luis Valdez, Cheech Marin. Screenplay: Lee Unkrich, Jason Katz, Matthew Aldrich, Adrian Molina. Cinematography: Matt Aspbury, Danielle Feinberg. Production design: Harley Jessup. Film editing: Steve Bloom, Lee Unkrich. Music: Michael Giacchino. When Coco was being made, there was no thought that the film's vibrant evocation of Mexican culture might be seen as a nose-thumbing directed at a xenophobic POTUS. If anything, the concern ran the other way, especially after a bone-headed attempt by Disney Pixar to trademark the phrase "Día de los Muertos" was met with outrage and charges that it was "cultural appropriation and exploitation at its worst." The Disney people backed off, explaining that they were only hoping to protect what was then one of the working titles of the film. Today, after years of talk about building walls and fighting off invasions, Coco can probably be seen as a vehicle for understanding rather than co-opting another culture. Or what is better, it can be enjoyed for vivid color, imaginative design, and engaging characterization, and for its crowd-pleasing accomplishment of what Pixar and Disney have always done best: blend jokes and scares and music in a wholly satisfying way.

#Coco #Lee Unkrich #Adrian Molina

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milliondollarbaby87 · 6 years

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Coco (2017) Review

Miguel has never been able to understand his family’s music ban when all he wants to do is perform. He ends up finding himself in the Land of the Dead and must find his legendary great-great-grandfather.

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cinemafanatic · 6 years

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"I will never forgive you... But I will help you."

Coco (2017)

#coco #pixar coco #lee unkrich #adrian molina #jason katz #matthew aldrich #anthony gonzalez #gael garcía bernal #benjamin bratt #alanna ubach #renee victor #ana ofelia murguía #natalia cordova-buckley #michael giacchino

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[pm] Hey, is this Monty?

[pm] Last I checked!

#. pm ;#. with ; gael cordova

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jersonordavid · 6 years

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365 Films Part 6: 257/365

Coco

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reviewingshit-blog1 · 6 years

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Coco Movie Review

Director: Lee Unkrich, Adrian Molina. Writers: Lee Unkrich, Jason Katz, Matthew Aldrich, Adrian Molina. Music by: Michael Gacchino.

When I first heard about this movie I was worried I was going to watch a discount “The Book of Life” and was unsure about watching it, but it wasn’t like that, sure, they share some traits but to each their own.

It’s a touching and moving story, the characters are interesting and you grow to care about the story, and it was well develop, the animation is, as we’ll expect from Pixar, beautiful; “El dia de los muertos” or day of the death is a very interesting concept and I appreaciate all that Pixar did in order to get the details right, but it still feels like it’s just being used to drag in latino viewers. However, it’s a great movie that touches the importance of family and remember who our ancestors were.

I’d give it five out of five alebrijes.

#Coco #movie review #anthony gonzalez #gael garcia bernal #benjamin bratt #alanna ubach #renee victor #jaime camil #alfonso arau #herbert siguenza #gabriel iglesias #lombardo boyar #Ana ofelia murguia #natalia cordova buckley

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shitpcsts · 5 years

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“I think we’re the only family in Mexico who hates music.”

Coco (2017) dir. Lee Unkrich, Adrian Molina

#coco #anthony gonzalez #benjamin bratt #gabriel iglesias #natalia cordova buckley #disney #miguel #mama coco #hector #ernesto de la cruz #remember me #gael garcia bernal #alanna ubach #frida kahlo #renée victor #mine

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could i please get some suggestions for faceclaims ( male and female ) that are 35+ and have some resources, like a pack of gif icons or a gif hunt, to be used? poc and non poc mixed in would be perfect!!

hi anon! i’m putting this under the cut because it got very long. under the cut there are 189 female faceclaims 35 and up that have at least one gif hunt and gif icons in the tags, and 206 male faceclaims 35 and up that have at least one gif hunt and gif icons in the tags. i hope this helps you out!

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