#I wonder if people will like her... and Thaddeus.
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notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep2
• dogmeat's introduction 🥺
• the enclave being shown as supremely evil because how could you incinerate live puppies 😭
• i want more backstory on siggi because i am curious if this is change of heart or like a mole
• the super mutant hand needs to go from easter egg to reality next season forreal
• i noticed siggi was drinking whiskey? to numb the pain of putting that cold fusion chip in his head--- i also wonder if he was drinking because he knew he wasn't going to make it
• saw on reddit someone asking so it's the enclave who has cold fusion? and i'm still a bit confused about that because... i was thinking moldaver had something to do with its creation but then siggi knew exactly who lucy was... if the enclave is supposed to be a continuation of the pre war us government, then it feels like there's more tying the enclave and vault tec together than i thought
• in the escape scene, it seems like the other scientist knew siggi was betraying the enclave, but how? if they have cold fusion, was it obvious he was "stealing" it and trying to give it to someone else? maybe i have gaps in my knowledge here
• siggi genuinely does seem like he's trying to do the right thing though 🥲
• dogmeat seeing that guy try to harm siggi and dogmeat fuckin' him up ❤️
• game dogmeat being referred sometimes as a boy and show dogmeat being a girl lol [love the gender doesn't matterism here gldfgld]
• the people who are enslaved work at the enclave being held there and escape meaning death
• if these are namibia scenes where lucy is trekking, they are breathtaking, wonderful worldbuilding
• lucy seeing a tumbleweed for the first time and going "the heck?" but then i like, remember she doesn't really know what "wind" is 😭 [and this also subverts the "tumbleweed blowing in the wind through a desert or desolate place" trope, i'm sorry but this a masterclass in comedy lmao]
• her coming across some bodies but this time skeletons at a dinner table, a family of four i believe, all having taken poison, vault tech brand [a chilling scene but fallout is known for their hilariously placed skeletions so there's one with a cup of dirt in front of it]
• probably the first time lucy is being confronted by hank and/or vault tec's lies, depending
• lucy setting a [camp] fire, and me recognizing immediately it was a bad move [i watch too much stuff 💀]
• i honestly' can't believe she took off her pip boy
• dogmeat finding lucy 🥺
• it was destiny in so many ways because dogmeat is tearing that radroach the fuck up
• siggi giving like a monologue in the most unsettling voice ever was so funny to me
• siggi trying to tell her these animals [if you can call them that] up there are insane and genuinely in the nicest way possible trying to tell her she should go home
• "question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?" is some crazy foreshadowing
• the cold fusion capsule glowing as he walks away
• lord titus being an asshole and maximus doing the same to thaddeus lmao
• lord titus "wanting to shoot something" and his stupidity leading to his own demise
• [i like neither lord titus or the actor that plays him so dkfsdkgd]
• dogmeat going into the yao guai den and coming back with a hand like it was sharing it with them 😭
• maximus being continuously disrespected and knocked down a peg, he doesn't deserve this 😞
• insane how close and somehow inadvertently hot on the trail lord titus and maximus was for siggi and dogmeat
• learning squires appears to be a dime a dozen and that's one reason lord titus sent maximus deeper into the cave, the other is that he was scared
• maximus seemed to be both disillusioned and struck with fear watching the yao guai attack lord titus--- so it was almost breathtakingly offensive when lord titus decided to blame maximus for everything and wanting him like, court martialed almost for this incident, despite maximus being small of gun and armourless, despite them both being scared, lord titus blames maximus for lord titus' own failings
• "this wasteland fucking sucks!" love that running motif
• anyways glad that guy died, next!
• lmao this very disgusting man in a diaper or something being thankful lucy didn't shoot him but also drinking all her water 😭
• lucy getting a taste of wasteland selfishness and desperation gdfgdgfd
• maximus belongs in a power suit
• this chicken fucking man having the elixir to immortality or regeneration or whatever it is 😭
• and the chicken farmer, in a cameo, is a makeup designer and props department person 🙂
• in a beautiful shot, it looks like lucy is in the famous car forest or a replica of it
• her trying to be convivial and people just not having it 😢
• filly is very fallout and i assume gamers enjoyed this scene because
• everyone is in bizarre and comical mad max style outfits, iguana meat, giving metaton vibes
• so i just read filly was named because it's a landfill but also there's the fact it was filmed in an airplane and automobile graveyard outside new jersey [close to philadelphia] and that there is a fillmore, california
• also saw where it's modeled to look a lot like megaton and i thought this on first viewing
• i didn't even realize cooper was already shown sitting and waiting, the crossing of paths was crazy
• lucy seeing degeneracy first hand 💀
• lucy seeing weird shit and smiling because she, too, is weird
• cooper mysteriously and sexily watching from afar after cornering his bounty
• "barv get in here" not ma june calling her friend to come and point and laugh at lucy
• moldaver being ma june's client and that's why she shuts lucy down so fast after she asks about that pip boy
• ma june saying lucy got all ten fingers, damn the writers were so
• "i know that it can't have been easy for you up here, what with all the murder and the dirt" lmao lucy please
• lucy realising vault tec's demonic saviour complex is very hard to preach about to wastelanders, people who have survived for centuries and without the help of the vaulties
• lucy really is from the rich part of town because ma june was so insulted by her lies, she took her gun out
• cooper, siggi, lucy intersecting was so crazy though
• kind of wondering why siggi didn't wear a disguise as a wanted man
• siggi trying to be nice and warning lucy to leave versus ma june harshly reminding cooper him and his ghoul kind aren't wanted in filly
• getting chills that siggi is explaining to lucy what her vault experiment basically was as i didn't see it as that on first watch
• siggi was telling her to go home because if someone smart realized who she was or where she came from, all hell would break loose
• ok so cooper says the bounty went out from all six agencies but i could only think of three, wondering who they all are
• ma june mentions she was given caps for siggi's safe transport out of filly, cooper mentioning a bidding war, is that why he shot siggi's leg clean off [probably did because bounty was dead or alive]
• ma june getting people clipped by putting caps on whoever can take cooper down first 😭
• cooper smiling as all them people descend on him because this is the "the love of the game" shit he was talkin' bout 😭💀
• "all this murder makin' me hungry" cooper essentially
• him eating those cherry tomatoes and then paying for them 🥲
• almost forgot cooper actually did get shot multiple times and kept goin', ghouls are somethin' else
• noticing cooper gave ma june a nonlethal leg shot versus basically sending siggi to his demise with his
• cooper stabbing not shooting dogmeat
• cooper was about to shoot but lucy's candor and morality was a breath of fresh air, he was so shook lmao
• he was so charmed, he kept walking, leaving him open to her shooting him in quite literally his heart [ok symbolism] 😭, smiling and everything
• "well now that is a very small drop in a very, very large bucket of drugs" lmaooo they created ultrajet for ghouls because jet isn't strong enough for them
• lucy being immediately impressed with the t60
• i hate maximus had to lie because this was so "knight in shining armour" but why did he reveal his face to lucy knowing if the brotherhood of steel had found out this early about what he did, he'd be dead meat like
• cooper almost shot that girl like three times ldgld
• i genuinely think the tranquilizer effected him but just a teensy bit
• siggi saying he could still make the trip and ma june saying he'd be lucky to make it to breakfast ☹️
• jim's limbs has be cracking up every time
• them installing that robo leg onto siggi is the most gory and disgusting scene to me and i hope it gets worse
• something oddly sweet about siggi saying lucy can take him to moldaver after nearly begging lucy to go back home for her own safety, she put her life on the line to save him 😞
• cooper getting mopped by maximus in that power suit sends
• i didn't realize after maximus made cooper fall, cooper says "goddamn, that hurt" 😭
• "you drive that thing like a fucking shopping cart" and it's a power suit gldgfld
• that snake oil salesman really was telling the truth, he maybe could've healed siggi
• cooper petting dogmeat while giving them a stimpak, cooper showing a genuine smile while doing so
• siggi really lost too much blood and i thought this back in filly
• siggi saying the cynanide pill from vault tec was the most humane thing they produced, pre war was a dark time
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New Year’s Eve
Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)
Warnings: None.
Description: It’s December 31. You’ve just returned from a mission. Tony wants to throw a New Years Eve party. And Steve just wants to speak to you for a few minutes.
A/n: Wishing each of you an early Happy New Year! I hope 2023 is filled with happiness and love. Here’s to another year of little stories and imagination running wild x
There was a lot of noise coming from below. You would have been bothered if you hadn’t already been up awake still jumpy from the mission in Wakanda.
The thumps and bumps drew your curiosity and you set off on a journey to see what was happening. Two floors down, you ran into a series of strangers in the tower wearing guest passes. As they walked by, you noticed your favourite spy-turned-Avenger leaning against the kitchen bench.
“What’s with the good looking people at 8am?” You asked.
Natasha was quietly watching Tony sign some documents out on the helipad and sipped on her favourite morning juice.
“Didn’t you hear? Tony wants to have a lavish New Years Eve party tonight.”
A few of the stronger workers were lifting crates marked with ‘warning: explosive’ according to Tony’s instruction.
“And here come the fireworks. Hold this,” Natasha passed you her drink. “I need to move the quinjet before that goes up in flames too.”
You had questions but she left your side before you could voice them. The fridge door closed and Thor walked over with a tub of yogurt in his hands.
“I never understand you mortals. You can court chaos and yet create such beautiful ‘sky fire’.” He said bumping your shoulder. “A party this evening is exciting, is it not?”
“It would be if he hadn’t sprung this out of nowhere.”
Thor looked away from the workers and frowned at you. “Nowhere? Did you not receive the message two days ago on the small voicebox?” The God of Thunder recognised your blank expression and explained himself. “The phone?”
You reached into your back pocket and pulled out your handheld device. Tapping a few button, you realised that the battery had fallen flat. “Crap. It must have run out while I was away.” You realised.
Thor leaned over and touched the screen, sending a small electric current into the device and bringing it back to life. As the screen loaded, you gave a grateful sigh. “You’re like a walking source of energy.”
There were several pings of missed texts and calls that floated to the top of the screen.
29 December 10:50am - 1 missed call from Hawkeye.
29 December 10:56am - (Hawkeye) Text over your room’s access code. I need to hide the Asgardian mead.
29 December 1:21pm - 1 missed call from Thaddeus Ross.
29 December 2:56pm - (Hawkeye) Don’t ignore me.
29 December 2:58pm - (Hawkeye) Your phone’s dead, isn’t it?
30 December 7:22am - 1 missed call from Pepper P.
30 December 10:53am - (Steve) I’ve moved your mission debrief to after the party. Hope you’re keeping safe.
30 December 12:36pm - 2 missed calls from The Raft.
Dismissing them for now, you tapped a few icons to replay the voicemail left by Tony.
“Avengers - it’s time to celebrate the end of the year with flair. I’m hosting a New Years Eve party in two nights at the tower. Food, friends and fireworks. Invitations are going out right now so come dressed to dazzle.”
“What do you suppose he means by ‘dress to dazzle’? Perhaps, Jane will know. I’ve invited her to join us if she’s not too busy. Barton mentioned a tradition of kissing someone at midnight. Hopefully Jane finds me worthy.” Thor hoped.
You groaned internally. The dreaded pressure of kissing someone at midnight was something you never enjoyed. It felt too dramatic for your taste.
“Will you be bringing someone?” The God of Thunder wondered.
Patting his arm, you stepped away. “I’m going for a walk so less people ask me that question.”
Leaving him to watch the workers and enjoy his breakfast, you crossed the room to the elevator. You descended to the lobby where more people wandered about. While walking, you hadn’t noticed the foot of a marble statute poking out of place and accidentally kicked it.
Caught off guard, you cursed while hopping to nurse the temporary pain. Turning around, you found yourself nose-to-box when a hand grabbed yours, pulling you to the side.
“Whoa, easy there.” Steve laughed as he held your arm so you wouldn’t hit the stack of boxes.
“Sorry, I was just - why did we take the statue down?” You asked, looking back at the sculpture.
“Tony wants there to be more space for the crowd to mingle.” Steve replied.
“This party is just getting more elaborate by the second.” You sighed. “If I had known it was tonight, I might have stayed in Wakanda for a few more days.”
“Come on, you don’t mean that.”
You didn’t really wish to be away from home on New Years if you could help it.
“No, I don’t.” Placing your hands on your hips, you exhaled a thought. “I had hoped today would be a day of rest. Not party prepping.”
“Actually speaking of the party, if you’re not taking any-”
“Here he is! Just the man I was after.” Tony called out as he appeared from behind the super soldier having taken the stairs. He approached and patted Steve’s shoulder. “I need your help upstairs.” Tony then looked at you.
“And I need your help with the last remaining invitations. FRIDAY hit a small glitch during the send so I’ve texted you the names that were missed.”
Steve glanced at his friend. “Sure thing Tony but I was just-”
“You’ll have plenty of time later. Come on, Cap.”
With Steve on a task with Tony, you looked at your phone screen to read the message he left on your phone.
Stephen Strange, Wong, Peter and May, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.
The latter two were easy to reach since you were always in touch. You could extend their invites on your way to Bleeker Street.
Wrapping up for the cold weather outside, you caught a cab to the Sanctum Sanctorum. As you were driven, you tried to give Sam a call but reached his voicemail.
“Hi, this is Sam Wilson. I’m not available but leave a message…”
“What are you doing?”
“Recording an outgoing voicemail so people leave a message when I can’t take their call.”
“That’s weird.”
The banter between Sam and Bucky was so enjoyable that you almost forgot to hang up when the tone beeped. You’d try again a little later in the day.
With the traffic being a little heavier, your ride was slow so you went through a few missed calls and called back the time sensitive ones. After the third, you slipped your phone back into your pocket when you noticed that the cab had slowed to a stop. Paying the driver, you stepped out and pulled your coat a little tighter before walking up the stairs.
Knocking twice, you paused on the third when you heard a crash behind the door. Then the wooden panel creaked open and you were pulled inside and landed on a platform that wasn’t part of the usual foyer.
“Y/n! It’s so nice you see you.” Wong welcomed from somewhere above where he stood on a large rock as he wrangled against a large beast.
You waved at him when suddenly the ground you were standing on trembled. At the end of it was a second beast set on fire.
What the hell had you walked into?
It charged towards you until a magical leash fastened around its neck and pulled it away before you were swallowed. Following the thread, you saw the man you were after.
“Is now a bad time?” You called out.
Stephen rolled his eyes. “Does anything about this seem normal to you?”
Looking around, it was hard to answer because the last few times you visited, there was another perilous disaster occurring within the walls.
“Actually, this is a bit of a habit.” You admitted. Stephen sighed and accepted the reply. “I came to invite you to the New Years Eve party tonight. At the tower, if you survive this.”
Stephen grappled with the reigns of his creature as it grew in strength. Wong leapt into the air, opened a portal beneath the feet of his own beast and let it fall through with a growl. He then made his way over to you.
“What time is the party?” He asked.
Stephen groaned. You ignored the sorcerer and addressed his friend. “At seven.”
Wong nodded, happy with the invitation. “I’ll be there.”
You looked up at Stephen. “And you?”
Doctor Strange sighed and cast a hand in your direction with a circling motion. “I think you still have a few more guests to invite.”
That’s when you realised that there was no floor beneath your feet and you fell through a hole only to land on a soft couch.
“Oh my god!” Aunt May cried out as a bowl of popcorn flew into the air.
Peter jumped out from the kitchen brandishing wooden spoons poised for attack. “What? What?”
You cleared out the stray kernels from your hair. “I really hate it when he does that. Oh, hi you two!”
Aunt May calmed her erratic heart and lowered the volume on the television. “Y/n, as much as I enjoy having you over, why don’t you try the door next time?”
You apologised for the suddenness and the mess as you gathered the bowl. Peter set the spoons down and walked over.
“Is something wrong? Does Mr Stark need my help?” He wondered quickly filled with so much hope.
Chuckling, you helped clean up the ruined movie snack from the floor. “Not quite. Actually we’re having a party at the tower tonight and would love for you both to be there if you’re free.”
“A party? With the Avengers?” Peter’s eyes widened, mouth grinning while trying to contain his excitement.
May cleared her throat. “Will Happy be there?”
Her interest in the body guard had not gone unnoticed particularly since Happy always asked you about her. “Oh he’ll be there.” You smirked.
May looked at Peter and then pretended that she wasn’t too excited. “We’ll let you know.”
Thanking them both and apologising once more for the earlier incident, you left their apartment.
Four down, two to go you thought to yourself. There was a buzz from your pocket so you fished out your phone. There was a text message from Clint. Opening it, you read:
Emergency. Pick up blueberries.
Frowning, you texted back while audibly speaking the message. “What happened to the batch I bought?”
Three dots graced the screen and then…
I ate them.
You glanced at the time and knew that the ingredients at the cocktail bar hadn’t been prepared yet. Tony always requested the caterers to do it an hour or so before the event. Luckily there was a good market close to the tower from which you could purchase the fresh produce.
As you walked to the subway and rounded a corner, you managed to get Sam on the line. It would be a great way to let him know of the event. The call was picked up with a familiar bright voice.
“Well if it isn’t my favourite Avenger.” Sam answered.
“Don’t let Cap hear you say that.” You laughed with a small head shake. “Are you home?”
“No, actually I’m visiting a family friend. What’s up?”
“That’s okay. I called for two reasons. Firstly, I found some intel on Zemo’s prison cell. Had to check in a few favours there. And second-”
“There’s a party happening at the Tower?” Sam guessed.
How did he know that? “Was it Steve?”
“You know I don’t reveal my sources.” He teased. “But to ease your mind, I’ll be there.”
“Could you try and get Bucky to come as well? I know Steve would appreciate having you both.”
Sam laughed. “That’s the third time you mentioned Mr Blue Eyes in this conversation and it’s not even 2’o clock. Why you’re not dating the guy is a mystery to me.”
You had made it down to the platform as a train pulled up. “Okay, I won’t mention him again.”
Sam loved to poke at you for fun and it was all done from a place of love. You caught up with the man for a little while longer until your stop and you bid him and the subway adieu. It was a short walk to the market where you collected enough blueberries to cover Clint’s thievery before anyone found out.
When you returned to the tower, you delivered the berries to the bar and let Clint know that the crisis was averted. The tower was getting busier and so you decided to head up to your room to get dressed.
Like any Tony Stark party, he delivered. It was magnificent with lots of familiar and new faces gracing the halls and levels of Avengers Tower. Everyone was dressed up and looked incredible. You caught a glimpse of Peter Parker in the crowd who was taking everything in. Wong managed to seek you out for a short conversation and gave you an apology on Stephen’s behalf for not making it.
After a round through the crowd, you settled at the bar to enjoy a drink with Pepper, Happy and Bruce. Steve was on his way to get some food when he heard your voice.
“I think the kissing tradition on New Years Eve is cute.” Bruce commented.
Happy shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it depends on the person you’re with.”
You set your glass down and pat Happy on the shoulder. “This. See, I think you should only kiss someone on New Years Eve if you’re in love with them or planning to pursue a relationship. What’s the point of kissing if it’s just for fun?”
Pepper laughed as she took a sip. “Don’t knock it until you try it Y/n. There are heaps of strangers here. Why don’t we set you up with one?”
Steve’s stomach flipped at the thought and he entered the conversation circle. “How is everyone doing over here?”
He leaned towards you to pull over a glass and pour himself a drink. You smiled as the rest of the group gave their replies and caught him up to speed on their last topic.
“What do you think Cap?” Happy asked.
“To kiss or not to kiss?” Bruce chimed in with a chuckle.
Steve paused for a few seconds as he thought up a response. “I like romance. I’d imagine each kiss to be special and tell a story.” Steve’s eyes landed on you. “Actually that’s why I wanted to speak to you. I-”
Suddenly, Tony interrupted the group with his presence and a holopad that was flashing red. “Oh boy, we have a major problem.” He said and showed them a newspaper article. “Vibranium was stolen in transit to Wakanda. We need a lock on their trail before it runs cold. Pun intended since the route was in Iceland.”
Happy sighed. “Wow, they picked a hell of a time to strike so close to midnight.”
Steve jumped into Captain America mode almost immediately, shoulders straightened and brow-furrowed. “I can be ready and take the quinjet in ten.”
Bruce set his glass down. “Want me to come with you?”
“Thanks Bruce. But if it’s a simple tailing job, I’ve got it covered. Besides, you should enjoy the night, you’ve earned it.”
Suddenly, the crowd began making their way to the terrace, Thor amidst them when he spotted his friends and called out from the sea of heads.
“Come, my friends. We are about to watch the sky fire!”
Tony unbuttoned his suit jacket with a flare, “It’s my time to shine.” He walked over to Pepper and stretched out his arm for her to take before striding out onto the balcony. Bruce found Natasha and followed her out while Happy caught a glimpse of Peter’s aunt in the crowd and also head in that direction.
You looked at Steve and he seemed a little disheartened. “I’ve been trying to catch you all day and now-”
You placed a hand over his arm and gave a kind rub. “Hey, it’s okay. If it’s not important, it can wait until you’re back. I’ll still be here.” Hearing your name being called outside, you stepped away from the man. “I should go. Can’t miss Tony’s wondrous display.”
Leaving Steve behind for his mission, you joined the Asgardian in the middle of the crowd. He was telling stories about how he and Loki would steal fireworks from each festival and light them up on the bifrost for the people of the lower towns. “...I think our Father knew.”
In the next few minutes, Jane Foster appeared at Thor’s side and exchanged pleasantries until the crowd began to hush and stir as they looked to the sky. Tony’s drones took to the sky in marvellous fashion before they shaped themselves into the countdown numbers.
…5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
The crowd cheered, some even coming from the streets as they watched the pyrotechnics come to life. As fireworks rose and lit up the sky, you felt a kind of magical buzz, lucky to be where you stood.
It was a beautiful sight and you looked at the surrounding crowd. Lips were locking all around and you felt your stomach twist as the feeling of being alone began to settle. It normally never bothered you but this environment felt different. While everyone was distracted, you snaked between the bodies to return inside.
As you crossed the seating arrangement with every intention to call it a night, you barrelled into a very combat-suited Steve. Shouldn’t he be halfway across the sea?
“What are you still doing here? I thought you left for Iceland.”
Steve’s eyes were fixed on you, the gentle twinkle of fireworks reflecting in his blue irises. It was like he was staring into the heart of a jewelled cave - completely mesmerised.
“It’s important.” He said closing the space between you. A hand setting against your waist, Steve leaned forward. His lips ghosting against yours as your eyes closed. “You’re important.”
It was though fireworks were being set off in your body when he pressed his lips against yours. All you could feel was magic, heat, love and you just wanted to melt against him. His warmth, his touch, if you were in a private space you were sure things would have heated up far quickly. Little did you know, Steve was feeling the exact same.
Pulling away reluctantly, Steve rest his head against yours and smiled. “A part of me wishes that I could stay.”
Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath. “Me too.”
The door from the terrace opened. Tony had walked in to refill his glass and wandered about the bar for a suitable drink when he overheard. The rest of the team also came inside for a break from the party.
“Then why don’t you just go with him?” Tony suggested. “There’s no rule saying that you can’t.”
It was such a simple resolve but you remembered that Steve had turned down Bruce’s offer. You looked at the captain silently asking if he’d like the company.
He smiled. “It would be an honour.”
Tony stood to the side with a wine bottle in his hand as he poured another drink for himself and Pepper, quietly watching you and Steve walk away hand-in-hand towards the hanger bay. Clint grabbed himself some water and took a seat on a high chair.
“Don’t you think they’ll need some back up if vibranium is in play?” He wondered.
Tony nodded, closing the bottle and sipping his drink. “Of course, if the mission was real.”
Thor threw back the last of his Asgardian mead and set his cup on the table (he was learning that the Asgardian custom to break the instrument was frowned upon). “You mean to say that you fabricated a story to…”
“To stop our two closest friends from more pining? You bet I did. God it was giving me whiplash.” Tony confessed. Then he pointed to each member present. “And now you know the truth, you’re all accomplices to the crime.”
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January 1925, Henford-on-Bagley, England
The moment the new year passed, the preparations for the wedding began. It was agreed that the ceremony would be small, but the reception afterward would be grand, and Byron could put the empty ballroom to use.
Eleora’s mother Miriam insisted on helping plan the wedding, which Byron found rather helpful. She told him about her wedding to Salim as they made a list of people to invite, as well as answering questions Byron had about the faith he was soon joining that seemed too rudimentary to ask a rabbi.
The one question he did not ask was a dilemma he’d had in the back of his mind since he proposed. He wanted to invite the Gardenhouses—even have Thaddeus and Samson as groomsmen. The resentful feelings he once had for Stella were no longer there, and he wanted to show that there were no hard feelings. Of course, how would Eleora feel?
“My mother would have my head if she was aware that I am sleeping in your bed when she’s only a few doors away.”
“I wonder how’d she feel if she knew we’ve been having sex since the very first evening we met.”
She giggled and playfully shoved his arm. “Don’t think about it.”
He chuckled before sighing and sitting up.
“What is it?”
“I’m afraid I have a request, and I would like your input.”
“What, Byron?”
“I want to invite… Stella’s family. Her brother and cousin are two of my closest friends. And I want them to see that I bear no animosity. If only you approve of it, of course.”
“You want to invite your former wife and her family to our wedding?”
“Yes.”
She sat up. “Well, do you truly bear no ill will?”
“No. But I do not think it fair to do such a thing without permission.”
“I am glad you told me. And I don’t mind. The Misters Gardenhouse sound like very wonderful men. It would be good to bridge the families and push away any harsh feelings.”
He beamed as they kissed lightly. He didn’t deserve a woman like her.
“Is there anything else on your mind?” Eleora asked once they broke apart.
“Now that you mention it, there is the matter of one Miss Patel and one Dr. MacGregor.”
“Indeed.” She frowned. “I don’t want to stop sleeping with them.”
“Neither do I.”
“Problem solved then.”
Byron chuckled pulling her into his lap for another kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too darling.”
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OC vs A Cockroach
Omg this is such a funny concept LMAO, thank you so much for the wonderful tag, @doublegoblin!!!
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Rules: Rate your OCs on how well they’d fare against a cockroach
I'll go with the main cast of Enchanted Illusions for this one!
Cailean Telkerly - 4/10 Once he sees the roach, he'd try to look tough and unbothered to seem cool in front of Agatha at first all like "I can handle this (says he, visibly disturbed and from a considerable distance)". Like, he might - emphasis on might - actually get the situation under control if he can smack the roach with a broom or something from far away.
But then he would fail miserably at it once that mfer roach starts to fly - like the fear is evident, it's a run-for-your-life. He'd leave that room so fast. I give him those 4 out of 10 points solely because he would try to keep it cool before the roach flies. My boi would be jumpier than a cat in the rain like "Nah, man, hell nope, I think this is the bug's house now, let's just move".
Evangeline Daemitya - 10/10, I'm talking about the most nonchalant, cold reaction ever - solely for the fact that, with her magic, she can disintegrate that bug or teleport it away with a snap of her fingers. It surprises people to no end, because they usually expect her to be terrified of bugs due to her noble background but she actually doesn't mind them - she even has one of those weird dead insect collections.
Vincent Sharppe - 8/10 He is the kind of guy to pick the insect up in a jar or piece of paper and set it free far away outside of his home without saying a word, but whose soul would leave his body should the insect touch his skin or start flying around - he'd still spend a week complaining about it either way.
Harriet Sharppe - -2/10 She actually has a deep phobia of insects, so it doesn't go well whenever she sees one in her home, especially if it is a roach. Harriet can handle any kind of monster and dark magic spell thrown her way, but would have a full-on nervous breakdown if she saw a roach in her room, no one runs faster than her in that situation. She won't enter the room until the cockroach is properly terminated (and she has proof of it), which ends up being Vincent's job, because she will not get close to the insect on her own.
Clarence Van Sterlling - 6/10 Would attempt to become friends with a roach. There's a 50% chance that he'll suceed, and a 50% chance the roach will just scuttle away further into the room and never be seen again. Will be heartbroken - for five minutes - when Thaddeus inevitably stomps the cockroach until oblivion.
Thaddeus Lockhill - 11/10 It's as if he senses the roach's presence before it even has the chance to think about flying away. Then it's over. There's no roach, only its squished remains on the floor - which are quickly cleaned up. Thaddeus carries on afterwards like nothing ever happened. This all takes place in a total of ten seconds.
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The thing about gaining Captain's privilege was Nat's idea. Apparently, Pepper's wife had run circles with old Captain before the man croaked in his sleep. The Black Widow had been the next suitable candidate for the throne. But then Natasha Romanoff disappeared off the face of the planet and somewhere else, Natalie Rushman popped up engaged to the newest CEO of Stark Industries. So Captain Sam Wilson had lasted three or four years, grieving his partner's death and ever so vigilant against Hydra or the Flag Smashers. Except some sassy twink working for his sister stole his heart and the next thing, there's Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes sitting on the throne as if it always belonged to him.
When Howard died, leaving behind a legacy of blood, carnage and betrayal, all Tony knew was that the ticker in his heart won't be ticking for too long (though he was the only one who knew that apart from Bruce) and that the blood on his hand won't ever wash off. The whole world had been shocked when he shut down the weapons division. His most secret contacts foamed in their mouth. Shield was sitting like a gaggle of spoiled children denied their toys for Christmas. And Thaddeus Ross had all but threatened to kick Rhodey to the curb if his boys weren't given the Merchant's special rewards. Though joke was on him, when his Rhodeybear got his ass for illegal experiments that exploded a part of new Harlem.
Cheers to the stars, Tony Stark had pulled through in the nick of time and presented the world with SI's only saving grace: house hold appliances, defense utility for the army and now, green energy.
But the thing is—though the name dies, the enemy doesn't. And Tony Stark had a whole list of people who wanted him dead. (Not that they'd need to do much, if Bruce's warning went by anything.) Pepper had been crying the whole day when her new PA, Maya Hansen tried to kill him with a kitchen knife on the word of Aldrich. So Natalie-Natasha, whatever just took his hand and dragged him off to her old hangout.
It was there Tony came face to face with his biggest problem.
Of all things, Tony fucking Stark was no inexperienced twink living off the dime of his father. He wasn't some blushing virgin in the sheets. But he swears to god, his whole face had gone up to flames when Barnes looked him up and down like some graveyard judge and then grinned like a shark.
"I was wondering when I'd have the privilege of knowing you, Mister Stark," he recalls being purred over the spill of an expensive bottle of wine.
If his memory serves correct, Natalie had exploded in a world of Russian expletives and lectured Barnes about proper client etiquette. He doesn't remember much after that. But there might have been an obvious display of that gorgeous arm and the promise of a hefty fee for Barnes' personal time ", well I wouldn't call it being wasted, not when I'd be reaping up all the benefits, hmm?"
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✍️ WIP Wednesday ✍️
Here’s part of the holiday fic with Brenna where she meets the rest of her paternal family and where I include Bruce’s tragic childhood from the comics.
Tagging @captastra @socially-awkward-skeleton @jillvalentinesday @perpetuagf @shellibisshe @the-laridian @the-lastcall @marivenah @corvosattano @nightbloodbix and anyone else who would like to share!
“Brenna, would you be a dear and get the Christmas tins from the attic?” Elaine asked, rummaging through the pantry for ingredients to bake gingerbread cookies with. “They should just be on one of the shelves.”
Brenna nodded her head and went upstairs to the attic, turning on the dim light as she started to rummage through the shelves. The attic was full of all sorts of things, and when she tried to reach the tins, something fell behind her.
Brenna turned around to see a small photo album with pictures spilled out, and bent down to pick them up. It was just a few Polaroid photos of a stern-looking man with a mustache, but one picture in particular caught her eye.
It was from a previous Christmas, dated 1970. Against a decorated tree, the man stood with the same look on her face next to a woman who strangely resembled Brenna holding a baby.
Brenna started putting the pictures back in the album, the front was labeled Brian. She left the picture she was looking at for last, and stared down at it in thought, curious to know who these people were and why they were hidden up here.
She had the slightest idea who the baby was in the picture, but wanted to know for sure. Brenna put away the album, then folded the picture and put it in her pocket. She grabbed the tins and left the attic, deciding to get some answers about what she found later.
When Elaine and Morris went to bed, Brenna softly knocked on the door of the guest room Bruce was staying in. He told her to come in, and she opened it to see him reading in bed. “Hey, Brenna,” he greeted with a warm smile.
“Can I talk to you?” she cautiously asked, a little nervous to show him what she found earlier. He looked at her with concern, wondering if there was anything wrong.
“Of course, sweetheart. Are you okay?” he asked, motioning for her to sit next to him. Brenna nodded, sitting front of him on the bed. As she pulled out the picture, Bruce raised an eyebrow, puzzled to see where she was going with this.
“I found this earlier. Who are these people?” Brenna asked, unfolding it for him to see. Bruce’s pulse immediately quickened when he looked down, he let out a sigh before speaking.
“That’s me as a baby, and those were your grandparents.”
Her eyes widened a little and she looked back down at the picture, then back to her father to compare the resemblance between them.
“Why were they hidden up in the attic then?” she asked innocently, and Bruce frowned. Part of him knew this day was coming, when she would ask about his side of the family, but it wasn’t easy to explain. “Brenna, that is a very long and very painful story,” he sighed.
“But they’re my grandparents, I deserve to know!” she retorted. Bruce was about to try and shut down this conversation, but realized she was old enough and mature to hear about it. She already had to deal with her father being the Hulk, spending half her life without him because of it.
“It can’t be any worse than what Grandpa Thaddeus did to you,” Brenna shrugged, and he gave her an unsure expression, those were wildly different experiences but they were both terrible.
“Come here, I’ll tell you everything.”
Bruce moved over in bed, and Brenna laid next to him, still holding the picture. He looked down at her, softly stroking her hair with a sad smile. “Before I start, you know I love you and I would never, ever hurt you, right?”
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Simon (Zee) | Agent Of Change | Romantic
Requested: Yes
You’ve been taught to fear the violent Zealots, so being around Simon makes you skittish. When you catch him in an act you wouldn’t ever imagine him in, you realise that he, too, is not who he once was, and perhaps that he might even become something more than a friend.
You trust Jesus - you truly, wholly do ever since He showed up in your village and performed the miraculous catch of fish on the shores of the Sea of Galilee. When Mary asked you to come along and follow Him, you didn’t hesitate for a single second. You had been there through countless wonders and had been witness to plenty glimpses of the Kingdom of God. Your heart was His.
So why then did you doubt when Jesus recruited a Zealot of all people to be part of the group? Certainly, outcasts were welcome with Jesus, but to keep a former assassin so close to home, wouldn't that just spell trouble?
Your father had always sown fear into your heart with his stories when you were young. He had told you of a friend of his that turned dark after joining the Zealots in his younger years. Your abba had told you that whatever you’d grow up to be, a Zealot was not something you should strive to become, for it would destroy your heart and your empathy.
It carried over into adulthood, and you’d rather steer clear from violence altogether. Although you didn’t get the idea that Jesus was out for any revolt against the Roman Empire, calling an actual assassin to join the ragtag group of followers was something that made you anxious. What were His plans? What if the Zealot would turn on Him if he found out that Jesus wasn’t what he was hoping for? These questions plague your mind in the evenings and nights, though you are too afraid to ask them.
“You seem troubled,” Mary comments one morning during breakfast after a night in which you didn’t get a lot of sleep. You shrug in response, accepting the apricot she holds in your direction.
“I’ve just not slept well.”
“I mean no offence, but you seem like you haven’t slept well in weeks.” Mary’s voice is serious and her brow furrows as she inspects you, not releasing the fruit that you are trying to take from her. “Talk to me, (Y/n).”
You sigh, shaking your head slightly. “It’s… It’s nothing.”
Not putting up a fight, Mary releases the apricot, and you give her a tight-lipped smile. “Look, I’m sorry, it’s just not something… Not something I want to talk about, okay?”
The two of you take a seat at the fire, where a few embers are still glowing orange. Thaddeus pokes them alive with a dry stick and tosses it into the slowly awakening flames.
“I don’t mean to put any pressure on you.” Mary breathes, “But I can see that it bothers you greatly. Why not bring it up with Jesus?”
“Well, I would, but… He’s so busy all the time. I just can’t get myself to ask Him to make some time for my silly questions.”
As if on cue, Jesus enters camp, and gives you a warm smile as a greeting. “Good morning, (Y/n), Mary, Thad. Did you sleep well?”
“Decently.” Thaddeus replies, and Mary nods in acknowledgement, whereas you indifferently raise your shoulders in a shrug. Jesus bites His bottom lip thoughtfully and looks at you, squinting slightly at the low sun that hangs behind you in the sky, warming your back.
Before Jesus can inquire about it, Simon the Zealot walks into camp, sweat on his brow. “Shalom.” You involuntarily scoot closer to Mary whilst the others greet him, looking at Simon wearily as he takes a cup of clean water and drinks half of it right before pouring the rest of the contents over his head to cool down. With bated breath, you watch how he prowls around the fire and takes a piece of fruit from the nearby basket.
Jesus clears His throat. “(Y/n), you look like you’ve got something on your mind. Have you had breakfast yet?”
You look up and swallow thickly, showing Him the apricot that you have not yet bitten down into. Jesus nods towards the edge of camp. “Come on, let’s go on a morning stroll, okay?”
Of course you will not second-guess His command, and so, you rise, wiping your hands down your skirt and walking towards Him whilst maintaining as much distance as you can from Simon the Zealot, who seems a tad estranged by your avoidant behaviour.
Jesus says no word as you catch up with Him, yet is the first to break the silence when you reach far enough for nobody else to hear you.
“Now, tell me what is going on.”
The Son of Man sees right through you, so beating around the bush is not an option. You let out a shaky exhale, almost embarrassed to admit it.
“I’m just… Concerned.”
“About what?”
Brief silence before you softly whisper: “The Zealot.” The words leave you with such aversion that you are taken aback by it yourself, and you feel your face heat up for confessing it in such a way.
“I see. And why are you concerned about Simon?”
You look at Jesus from the corner of your eye. His expression is calm, with His hands folded behind His back, as he patiently walks with you over the sandy roads, a few ibex grazing in the distance as the land comes to life to prepare for the scorching heat of noon, animals finding shade wherever they can.
“Because… He… He is a Zealot, Master. They are trained to kill people!” Offence is audible in your voice and Jesus presses His lips into a tight line, humming.
“I know what Zealots are, yes.” He explains, “And my ways are not the same as theirs.”
“Which is what worries me! What if Simon turns on us, hm? What if he… What if he turns on You one day because You are not the kind of Leader he was hoping for? The friend of my abba became a Zealot, and he turned dark. What are the rest of us against a skilled mercenary? We’re pretty much defenceless, and—”
“(Y/n).” Jesus strictly states, cutting you off. The pair of you halt in the middle of the road, not a soul around you. “From your months of walking with Me, what have you learnt?”
You swallow thickly. “Well, that You heal the sick and lame as well as–”
“That is not what I mean.”
Although He is rebuking you, it remains kind in nature. Still, you feel like crying all of a sudden out of sheer embarrassment.
“Well, that… That…”
“What about Matthew, hm? What was his former occupation?”
You take a deep breath. “He collected taxes for Rome.”
Jesus nods and smiles softly. “And what did I say about him?”
Slightly tilting your head in thought, you mull it over for a second. “That… He isn’t a tax collector anymore?”
“Right.” Jesus tells you, “So…?”
“So what?”
“So what does that mean for Simon?”
Shaking your head, you fail to answer it.
Jesus inhales deeply. “Does that not mean that Simon, too, is no longer what he once was? If Matthew is no longer defined by his past, then why should Simon be held against a different standard than he? They don’t treat you based on your past, either. All of my followers are equal in that regard.”
A thousand protests suddenly shoot through your mind, and a few threaten to poise themselves onto your tongue – that Matthew and Simon have vastly different pasts, that the Messiah has been a crucial part of Simon’s whilst he still was a Zealot so that it might pose a problem, that Simon is so much stronger than Matthew physically speaking – but you don’t dare speak them upon looking Jesus in the eye, Who patiently stares at you, waiting for you to respond.
“I suppose.” you finally breathe. Jesus hums in thought and steps closer to you.
“I have a special task for you, (Y/n),” He says. “I want you to closely observe Simon in the coming days. Just look at what he does. Consider what touches you, what moves you, and what about him still scares you. Then come back to Me so that we can talk about this fear, and you will see that you will start to warm up to him. Do you think you can do that?”
Slowly, you nod. “Of course, Rabbi. If You want me to do that, I will.”
Jesus puts a hand on your shoulder and smiles. “You’re not doing it for Me. You’re doing it for yourself, to face your own fear. Keep that in mind.”
“Yes, Master.” you tell Him. He squeezes gently before letting go, gesturing towards the road.
“Good. Now, let’s continue our stroll, for the morning sun is way too nice to pass up on. Besides, you still haven’t eaten from your apricot yet.”
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Per Jesus' request, you keep an eye on Simon in the days that follow. You remain at a respectable distance, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention, let alone from the Zealot himself.
Mary suspects something, but nobody else seems to notice your behaviour. You hang around the parts of camp where Simon is, too, and watch him from the corner of your eye whilst tending to your daily chores.
Simon loves to exercise, you come to learn. Of course you knew he liked staying fit, but you find out that he also likes a more meditative sort of exercise, with stretching and breathing in certain ways as a means to warm up for the day.
He enjoys eating fruit more than anything. He steers clear of bruised apples and likes to polish the bright red ones on the hem of his tunic to make them even shinier before he eats them.
Another thing he often does is pray – out loud, with his hands opened up to the heavens, as if to receive blessings. You had never expected a Zealot like him to be so grounded in his faith, even though many practices of the Zealots were violent. It is quite surprising to you, truly.
And so, a few days pass. Every now and then, you catch Jesus’ eye, Who then smiles at you as you carry out the task He has given you.
“I told you that you would warm up to him eventually.” Jesus whispers as you pass Him by one evening whilst you are on your way to your tent, and you smile slightly, always trusting in His word.
“Perhaps I’m getting there,” you finally acknowledge, “It will take some time.”
Jesus hums. “Of course. Shalom shalom, (Y/n).”
“Shalom shalom,” you greet back, and head into the tent of the women to get ready for bed.
The next morning, you wake with the sunrise before anyone else is up, for even though you have been catching up on sleep ever since your talk with Jesus, you’re still struggling a bit with insomnia.
You slip out of your bedroll and stretch before throwing on your clothes and slipping out of the tent to catch some fresh air, and in a nearby bush, you deem yourself far away enough from everyone in order to relieve yourself.
However, right before you can do so, you hear a sound nearby, and you’re glad that you are in time to pull your robes back into place, for Simon jogs past, doing his morning exercise. You shrink in the shrubbery and peek in between a few branches to see what he is up to. He does his usual breathing exercises as well as some stretches. Despite you not necessarily trusting him yet, you would be lying if you’d say that the way his muscles are rolling right now is an unpleasant sight. Quickly, you shake the thought.
You know that you can’t linger for too long and are just trying to contemplate taking a quick leak before sneaking back to your tent lest he spot you, when a small whine suddenly fills the air.
Simon seems to pick up on it, too, and immediately stands up straight, on full alert. Looking around, he frowns, trying to find the source of the disturbance, when his eye catches something that falls out of your line of sight. You crane your neck to see him walk to something on the ground – something appears to be moving between the leaves – and you watch as he crouches down to check it out.
“Oh, goodness, look at you,” he mutters, “You poor thing.” He scoops it up in his hands and inspects it closer, then looks up to see where it came from. An empty nest is lodged between a few branches of the tree he is standing next to, and it clicks. A baby bird must have fallen from it and is now loudly squeaking in Simon’s palm.
“What happened to you, little one?” he croons, and you cannot help the small smile at that tugs at your lips. “Did you fall? Were you pushed out of the nest? Where is eema-bird?”
The snort of amusement escapes you before you can stop it, and immediately, Simon looks in your direction, narrowing his eyes. You feel all colour drain from your face at the realisation, and when he slowly walks towards you, you know that there is no way that you can get away unseen.
“Who is there?” he calls out. Sighing deeply, you gather all the courage you can muster and stand up straight when he is only mere steps away, a bright blush on your cheeks. A few leaves are stuck in your hair and you quickly try to pick them off. He looks at you with a raised brow as you stand there a little awkwardly, embarrassed.
“I–I was just relieving myself, I didn’t mean to spy on you!”
Simon lets out a slightly entertained sound and smirks. “You’ve still got a leaf in your hair.” You try to take it out, but ultimately fail, and he reaches over for you to do it, causing you to blush even brighter than you already are.
“What do you have there?” you dare to ask, nodding at his hand, in which he is holding the baby bird. He slowly opens his fingers to reveal it and you let out a soft noise at how tiny it is. Rather ungracefully, you push your way through the shrubbery, your tunic catching onto a branch here and there, but you soon walk up next to him to examine it a bit closer. “It’s so small!”
“It must have fallen from the tree,” Simon says, “I think that if I place it back now, its mother may reject it.”
You hum in acknowledgement. “Well, we cannot exactly rescue it, either. Should we bring it to Jesus?”
Simon takes a long look at the bird. Up close, witnessing him so gently care for such a small creature, you feel a strange tingle inside of your tummy, as if you’re only now noticing how attractive the Zealot actually is – former Zealot, you correct yourself inside your mind — and you shift back and forth on your feet nervously.
“I don’t know. Regardless of what we do, there is a huge risk that it will die. I think it would be best for us to place it back into the nest anyways, for there is a slim chance that its mother will return and not reject it.”
You nod in agreement and walk with him to the tree where the bird has fallen from. With a few swift movements, especially for being able to use only one hand due to carrying the chick, Simon reaches the top quickly and meticulously places the creature back into the collection of branches, leaves and fluff. “There you go, little guy.”
Another strange butterfly tickles your gut, for seeing him in this light makes you wonder how you could ever have disliked Simon, and you swallow thickly as you watch him climb down, dusting down his trousers as he arrives back next to you.
“There we go.” he states, “That takes care of that.”
“I sincerely hope its eema will accept it still.”
Simon shrugs, “We will never know, sadly. Hey, (Y/n), how come you’ve never talked to me?” The question comes so unexpectedly that your mouth falls open, and you can barely find the words.
“I… I was… I held prejudice against you based on what my abba told me about Zealots when I was younger. But… None of us are what we once were. Jesus’ words, really. He actually insisted I’d get to know you better to face that fear.”
Smiling a bit, Simon raises one eyebrow. “And? Am I that scary after all?”
You laugh lightly and shake your head. “Not really.”
Chuckling, Simon plucks the final leaf out of your hair and drops it onto the ground. “That’s good to hear. Let’s get to know each other better, okay? I barely know a thing about you, too.”
You flush and cast down your gaze. “I shouldn’t have been so avoidant.”
“That’s alright,” Simon reassures you, “I was like that once, too. Let’s only look forward from now on, okay? We are trying to do our best to follow Jesus and to be a little bit more like Him.”
You smile and nod. “I like the sound of that, Simon. Thank you.”
He mirrors your expression and gestures towards camp, where people are audibly waking up. “In that case, I suggest we are going to grab a bite to eat together.”
Peckish, you agree to that, walking with him back to camp.
From a little distance, Jesus is enjoying a fig whilst observing you two, smiling kindly at the scene. You have yet to come to Him to evaluate the task He has given you, but He is certain that without it, you’ll be just fine.
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Transangelicism, a meta on allegory and gender in Good Omens
One of the wonderful things about SF and fantasy is that representation can be coupled to allegory in a way that allows it say different things and take on different resonances.
For instance, in Discworld the undead are a very straightforward allegory for the queer community, but as the series progresses there are specifically queer undead characters like Maladict and Sally von Humpeding who are breaking away from the norms of vampire society, so the allegory becomes two-fold and the reflection of queerness three-fold.
In Good Omens, when the idea of gender as humans understand it exists in Heaven, it exists because humans thought of it — except, perhaps, in the case of Gabriel* —and when the idea of gender exists for demons in Hell it exists under the swelter, crush and proximity to millions of souls and is taken up by entities who know the degrees of freedom that they have**. The angels are institutional and polished and neutral and the demons are messy and convoluted and decisive.
So most of the angels in Good Omens could be considered, in human terms, nonbinary by default, or belonging to a unary. The fallen angels who no longer belong to this unary could be considered trans by default, but they have implemented their own structures that are enforced as social norms.
Crowley’s approach to naming himself and being repeatedly referred to by a previous name is trans-coded. The fallen angels recieved new names but to change those names is considered repugnant. In the book Furfur looks at, he’s circled Crowley’s name and written “changed his name..? Yuck!”
Crowley is a post-structuralist and a relativist. A demon the same way you or I might be a member of a political party. But he no longer considers himself to be the same person that he was before he fell. That person doesn’t exist anymore and he needs Aziraphale to to understand that, because otherwise Aziraphale cannot see who Crowley really is. Crowley is defining themself both away from Heaven and away from Hell.
At the same time Crowley is also genderfluid the way a human might be. Sometimes quiet, subtle, sometimes won’t correct people, sometimes will. Sometimes she dresses like a human woman. She covers her hair in the first century CE. Very often they’re combining and mixing gender expression.
Thaddeus Dowling is suggested to be sexist and transphobic, but he likely was not around when Crowley was hired as Warlock’s nanny.
Crowley’s not like the angels, nothing is neat or simple, and Crowley’s not like the other demons, he’s out from under the pressure and defining himself on his own terms.
Aziraphale is essentially ‘in uniform’ until after he realizes that it would be possible for him to fall and that he has a different relationship to heaven than he thought he did — one similar to the relationship Crowley has with Hell.
After this point Aziraphale starts dressing more human, if eccentrically, in a perpetually old-fashioned way.
As Michael Sheen says, “Aziraphale is just a little country girl, she’s tending her sheep.” She wants to take care of things and not worry about what’s beyond her purview. She believes she knows exactly what to do to make things better. Aziraphale doesn’t want anything to be complicated unless it’s complicated in a pleasurable way. They’ve been living out as much of a pastoral dream as is possible in central London. But he has a job to do and knows the truth is rarely pure and never simple, as much as he wants to pretend that it can be.
Aziraphale repeatedly gets in trouble presenting himself as an upper-class gay Englishman. The carrick coat in 1827 is perhaps the most sartorial androgyny we see from Aziraphale and that’s because Aziraphale in 1827 is the most fashionable girl from 1810.
Aziraphale’s queer masculinity is defined away from heavenly strictures and he might even admit it from time to time. Perhaps he has no gender. Perhaps he thinks of his gender as ‘angel.’ But either way Aziraphale is not following the path of least resistance.
*Gabriel’s masculinity is likely human-like by design. Although this may be following the Small Gods rules — humans expect to see the Archangel Gabriel as a man, so they do.
**By contrast, Beelzebub’s nonbinary masculinity is human-like through a much greater proximity to and knowledge of humans. They’re Prince of Hell and zir way of being is informed by that.
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With One Minute War it could be a good chance to update the old Top 10 Fastest characters in the DC Universe.
I mean is pretty outdated with characters like Godspeed more or less dead, for the moment Thawne has no any power, Wallace is very low in my opinion. And obviously include all the speedster who have returned since Flash War.
I would really like to see the opinion of Adams about this in the future.
Oh it so could be.
Man, the placement of Ace on that poster makes me so angry every single time I look at it. DC look me in the eyes and tell me that Kid Flash is slower than Wonder Woman, Superman, Cheetah and Shazam. His entire thing is speed. I refuse.
In my opinion (warning: controversial topic ahead) DC's speed ranking (of living characters) should be this:
1) Wally West
2) Barry Allen
3) Bart Allen
4) Savitar
5) Eobard Thawne (when he has powers)
6) Thaddeus Thawne (when he has powers)
7) The Black Racer
8) Jay Garrick
9) Max Mercury
10) Avery Ho
11) Jenni Ognats
12) Jesse Quick
13) Ace West
14) Irey West
And then it goes to the non speedsters:
15) Darla Dudley
16) Superman
17) Shazam (or anyone with his power)
18) Any Green Lantern
19) Cheetah
20) Wonder Woman
Honorable mentions to Jai West and Linda Park. I cannot in good faith place them above Darla until I see if they are able to access Flash Time of their own power in One Minute War.
So here's my reasoning on this list. The top three are fairly easy. Wally is faster than Barry, we know this from Flash War. Bart has been stated multiple times to be as fast as Barry and that one day he will be faster than him. He's just too young right now to surpass him. Also they haven't really raced like Wally and Barry so Bart might've already surpassed Barry and we wouldn't know.
Savitar is below Bart. This is not based off of their last interaction because Bart was a child at the time. Rather this is based on comparing Savitar's feats to Bart's feats. Bart at one point was the speedforce. There's just no getting around that. Only the people stated as being faster than him after that event (Wally and Barry) can actually be considered as faster than him.
Savitar is faster than Eobard in my opinion. Why? The Flash family kicked Eobard's ass with some difficulty but they almost died (and Johnny actually did) trying to do the same to Savitar.
Thad has to be comparable to Bart to actually be a threat to him so he would have to be fairly high up in the rankings.
What's funny is the Black Racer is supposed to be the fastest creature in the universe and yet Wally and Barry have both beat him in several races. The thing here is that 1-7 on this list are all insanely fast and the differences of speed between 1-7 is negligible at best. Realistically there's a difference in speed of a single pico second between 1 (Wally) and 7 (Black Racer). That's how close all these guys are.
Now Jay had to drop out of the Black Racer race so he's below him. But not by much because Jay was still keeping pace for a while. Jay is only slightly faster than Max so Max is next on the list.
Avery is interesting. I debated putting Avery above Max. Ultimately I didn't because the last time Barry accessed Flash Time Avery and Ace were too slow to follow him. This was at the beginning of her training however and since then she has significantly outpaced Ace and was named by Barry to be his successor in JLI. It cannot be overstated that 16 year old Avery Ho is fast.
Jenni is under Avery because she has the Allen speed but we don't really have any metrics or feats for her yet. There's nothing really to compare to except that she could keep up with pre speedforce absorbtion Bart. I see Avery as around that speed as well but with more training.
Jesse and Ace were tricky because they're both considered 'slower' speedsters. Obviously that's extremely relative because to a speedster 'slow' is not being able to break lightspeeds. Jesse just has more technical know-how so she is above Ace.
Irey, just because of her age, had to be dead last. She is faster than any non-speedster but she's also like 8. Have you ever seen an 8 year old run? Any adult is faster than her. I look forward to seeing her climb the rankings though.
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questions for fic writers 3, 10, 16, 23 ?.🤍
Thank you for asking these! what a fun set of questions!
3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?
I guess if I have to go with tropes, I love putting my characters through the wringer physically and emotionally (whump? hurt/comfort? injury? sickfic? drug and alcohol abuse? yes to all of it). I also like to pull from history where I can, while still keeping the importance of the fantasy setting, And while I've never done a modern AU in the extended asoiaf fandom before, I've done them in Robin Hobb's fandom and my modern AUs are extremely cracky and very very tongue in cheek so tonally very different from what I write otherwise. So if you read those, go in with different expectations. Apparently I cant take the modern world seriously at all.
10. How do you decide what to write?
Usually, I start off with a "what if," so in that sense, most of the fics I write are AUs of some sort, in that they branch off of canon. My original writing comes mostly the same way, but I'm usually taking my "what if" from history. When I have an idea, which one gets written or takes priority first is really just a matter of how much it's consuming my thoughts to the point that I can't let it go, and how far I can go with it naturally based upon the strength of the premise, if that makes sense? Like my idea for AKAB sprung out of what I still believe is the easiest, simplest way to solve the Dance (the details of course can vary, but on a basic level, make Aegon the heir and marry him to the first available Velaryon). For OFCIR, @aifsaath and I had both wondered why a Baela/Aegon (either Aegon II or Aegon III to be honest, given that they're Targaryens) marriage wasn't proposed at the end of the Dance, even in an off-hand way, because it's weird that Baela is just locked away and her potential as political match is never discussed outside of marrying her to Thaddeus Rowan of all people (and that's after Aegon II is already dead) and we just sort of loved the baked in potential for angst and drama and it's such a juicy AU that we ran with it.
16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
I love modern AUs of all kinds, so more of those is always welcome. Recently I've been reading @branwendaughterofllyr's A Poison Tree, an AU in which Viserys and Daemon's little brother Aegon lives, and I do love those subtly canon divergent AUs in which a more minor character who was slated to die lives on and influences things.
23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?
It's been done a lot, but maybe time travel? I used to absolutely hate time travel anything, and it's still something I generally avoid when I'm picking up actual books to read, but I've seen it done well in fics and I think it could be fun to play with.
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Picard
This is Episode 7 of Season 1. I heard Riker and Troi would appear in this show back when it was airing, but that didn't hold much appeal to me. Of course they'd pepper this thing with as many guest stars and cameos as possible. But now that I'm sitting through this series, now that I'm astonished by how breathtakingly awful it is, this visit to the Troi-Riker homestead is like finding water in the desert.
(There's this old legend, more of a fairy tale, really, about a magical lake, one that appears and disappears in different places. This "roaming lake" is said to reveal itself to weary travelers and others in need of respite. I never expected it to follow me here, but I wonder...)
Will and Deanna's basic competence as cool TV characters allows them to size of the plot of the last six episodes in record time. They also aren't salty, bitter assholes like everyone else in 2399 or whatever year this is supposed to be. There's some tragedy in their past, as one of their children died from an incurable disease, but it's a believable, genuine kind of sadness, and they don't allow it to define them.
Compare this to Rios, the dull as dirt pilot Picard hired in Episode 3. The dude has barely done anything in this show except act sullen and read a book that might as well have printed on the cover "THIS IS A BOOK THAT SULLEN PEOPLE READ" He smokes cigars like that's his personality, and I guess he's right because I sure can't think of anything else to say about him. As characters, Riker and Troi run laps around him. They're engaged in the story, understand the situation quickly, and provide insight and assistance. Hell, their daughter, Kestra, is a way cooler character than Rios. Hell, their son Thaddeus is a cooler character than Rios, and he's not even in this show because he died before it takes place. Kid invented 12 languages for his fictional homeworld. Most people make their own OC's, and Thad's making original planets. Respect.
This episode still sucks, don't get me wrong. It's like the Troi-Riker appearance was designed to taunt me with hints of what a good TNG-emeritus show might resemble if they had actually made one. There's a moment where it seems like Riker and Picard are gonna tell Soji all about how much they loved serving with her cool robot dad, but it never actually manifests. Most of the rest of the visit is spent getting Picard to pull his head out of his ass, and reminding everyone that Soji is having an identity crisis, because apparently someone might have forgotten.
The rest of the episode is devoted to the usual bullshit. The Romulan spies do cheap Star Wars action stuff with Elnor, Jurati coughs up various fluids, and they almost provide some context for Raffi's whole deal, but then they cut away to some other shit. It's just weak, weak stuff.
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THE WIDOW AND THE BOY
BY: sarcasticpinapple
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30398256/chapters/74943624
TW: graphic depictions of violence, blood and injury, nightmares
Natasha Romanoff is on the run after Captain America: Civil War, with Secretary Thaddeus Ross close on her tail. Back in Queens, she happens to run into none other than Peter Parker, the slightly annoying spider kid in spandex that Tony found on the internet somehow.
MY THOUGHTS:
I love, love, love this fanfic. It's one of my personal favorites, and I could read this a thousand times over and never get tired of it. Perfect grammar and punctuation, amazing formatting, and a smooth, consistent plot that's both in-character and makes me laugh out loud and empathize with the characters. They do an absolutely stellar job with the character's voice, and I could fully immerse myself into Nat's train of thought. If you want a lighter fic that's both realistic and kind of crack-ish at moments, this is definitely the fic for you!!
SECOND CHANCES DON’T COME EASY
BY: Watch_as_the_rain_fell
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30763790/chapters/75932426
TW: neglect? Slight emotional abuse (but it’s more implied than shown)
Natasha knows Tony was left by all of them. Let down by his entire team, including her, and she wanted to fix it in someway. What she didn't expect to find when she went to the tower was Spider-Man, much less him acting very differently to how she expected, less bubbly. What she really didn't expect was to care for the man without even knowing who he actually was.
She knew she had a long way to go to gain the trust of the two men, knew she'd made mistakes, but hadn't all of them? This whole mess had blown up quicker than any of them could have anticipated and their family was torn apart. Natasha knew that fixing her family was going to be hard but maybe Natasha wouldn't have to fix it alone.
My Thoughts:
I enjoyed this fanfic a lot, and this is honestly one of my first introductions to mama spider as a concept but it is firmly team Ironman (which I’m very anti-tony) but it’s still a great read, well-made but very angsty not going to lie. Grammar and spelling are really good, along with plot and storyline and it has proper formatting!!
DON'T HIDE THAT
BY: TheAsexualOfSpades
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27465043
TW: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Blood/Injury.
Spider strength is both a blessing and a curse.
Peter can hold this building up long enough for the others to get the people out. He can do so he has to do it. He grits his teeth inside the mask until the air squeaks out and still he clenches. Peter knows he’s not supposed to clench his jaw this hard, it fucks up his neck and his shoulders and his whole system, but he has to hold this building up.
My Thoughts:
Adorable and very hurt/comfort-y (which is my JAM) for those of you who prefer completed fics this is a wonderful option!!! Not a lot of overt mama spider (it's more in the background) but it's still great!
DIRTY WORK
BY: MiracleLiho
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39521496/chapters/98922948
TW: child abuse, blood/injury, panic attacks
"And maybe teenagers are like that, maybe that is what they do. She wouldn’t know.
But it all seems so wrong."
or
Natasha Romanov watches, Peter Parker is seen, and help is given. Tony is there as well, he's trying his best.
My Thoughts:
oh, my, GOD!!! IT'S SO GOOD!!! NATASHA CHARACTERIZATION IS THE KIND I S T R I V E TO WRITE AND THE FORMATTING AND EVERYTHING IT'S JUST *mwah * perfect chefs kiss beautiful
That's all for now, but go over and comment someone nice things because I n e e d more of this shit.
love you all! Stay safe and drink water ❤️
#peter parker#natasha romanoff#spider man#black widow#mama spider#fanfiction recommendation#marvel fanfic writer#marvel fanfiction#fanfic writing#fanfic#fanfiction#fic recs#fics
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Name: Elias Hart
Age: 25
Species: Aware
Circle: Mortalis
Known Relationships: Connor Talbot II (Boss), Matthew Coleman-Reyes (Roomate), Esmeray Talbot (Friend?), Sebastian Harker (Boyfriend???) Thaddeus James (Indebted to), Cameron Kiskadden, Kel Trebond, Chloe Li (A-Team)
— What's your name?
He eyed Kel with a grin, deciding not to comment on how embarrassing it must have been to ask such a silly question to the people they knew, “Elias Bartholomew Hart,” a pause “I’m kidding. Elias Sullivan Hart.” He fiddled around in the kitchen, darting this way and that before plating a piece of freshly set pie and placing it in front of the other, “Coconut cream. Tell me how it tastes. Tweaked the recipe and I’m wondering if it’s too much coconut and not enough cream. Eat it before it melts.” He pulled out the chair across from Kel and plopped down into it as if it was the first time he stopped moving that day, as he breathed out it seemed the apartment sighed with him; both settled comfortably into their bones. He made no move to hide how he stared pointedly at the recorder placed perfectly in between the middle of them, “Is that necessary? Will this be played for the court?”
— How do you know Tabitha Spencer?
He shook his head, a long and drawn out movement for an emphasis that others wouldn’t get to see, “I don’t. Didn’t talk to her during the party. Watched her. Listened. The only reason I know of her is because I’m friends with Bash. Though. From what I’ve gathered. She doesn’t seem like...” his gaze fell to the recorder and he snapped his mouth shut, teeth making an audible click “Doesn’t matter. Just useless conjecture.”
— How do you know Jose Alves Cruz?
He sucked air between his teeth and raised his shoulders to his ears, nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed, “He’s the mayor?” He looked towards Kel, silently asking if that was correct, “I don’t follow politics, so I don’t know much- Oh! He’s Jo’s dad. Dodgy dude. It seemed like-” gaze once again fell onto the recorder, “It seemed like this was the type of event he was used to. Bodyguards and all.”
— How do you know Hollis Fiala?
The gleam in his eyes dulled as he set his jaw, every muscle in his body tensed as if he was about to pounce with claws out to tear through even the tiniest sound, “They’re a circle leader.” And that was all he had to say.
— Did you see the shot happen/what happened that night from your perspective?
“I did not. But I heard it.” This particular question had caught his full attention, words waiting on his tongue for the chance to spill out when no one could catch them “There were two shots, but only one bullet. Not because it was lost or lodged into something. It was. Not. There. There was no second bullet. A perfect distraction if you ask me, cause the crowd to rile…u..p” His gaze snapped up to meet Kel’s, eyes wide with realization before it was quickly distinguished by an awkward laugh, “Uhm. Everything was Chaos. It was good that Hollis’ healing went well. They’re lucky it was just the shoulder, honestly one of the best places to get shot.”
— When did you get the invitation for the party/know you were going to work it?
He hummed, “In the mail. I can’t recall when. Probably around the same time everyone else did, that’s how the postal service works. Mine was different though.” Elias reached into a wooden stand hung up on the wall and plucked out the invitation, giving it to the other, “Mr. Thaddeus was rather adamant on me coming. Why, you may ask? I don’t know. The group didn’t even need me, you had two other capable healers. Suppose I went to watch someone get shot again.” And leave with nothing, is what he wanted to say but decided against it.
— Did you go with someone?
“Kind of.” He fiddled with the edge of the fraying tablecloth that hung precariously off the table, put there minutes before Kel walked through the door in a poor attempt to spruce it up, “You were there. Don’t you know?-“ He cut himself off, remembering a bit too late that this was all a formality, “You, Chloe, Matthew, Lilith, Bash, and Cam. I didn’t go with someone specifically though. Which was for the best, it was a terrible night. Everything was off, we did everything right. From the looks of it, it seems like…” he sighed, “It was weird.”
— Do you own a gun/have you ever owned a gun?
He made a choked sound that was immediately covered by a forced laugh, “Uh. No. Never. They’re dangerous.” He pushed away from the table, picking up the dirty plate as he walked towards the kitchen sink, “Though. I suppose they’d be needed now more than ever.” The dish clattered amongst leftover silverware, “I’ve shot one before. Weird bonding exercise with my college hockey team.” Facing away from Kel he shut his eyes tight and white knuckled the edge of the counter, maybe he said too much?
@midnightunderground-npcs
#something more//musings#mu:task#him having a whole ass realization during that#him also no trusting the system
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Vita, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic (& podfic!)
Words: 4,112 words
Summary: Half-elves can now attend formal schools as well as teach in them. They can join the church, attend the theater, walk into any medical facility and receive treatment, and practice medicine. But they cannot marry humans.
Pairing/Character: Regal/Raine, Zelos gets some lines too.
Warnings: Fantasy racism, procreative sex, and literal healing sex.
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Oops!All Tenderness. This skews heavily into romance and longing and is ultimately a happy story. You're welcome.
The title is the link to Ao3.
Link to the podfic: here! If you have issues listening, let me know.
Notes are under a cut.
Inspiration pulled heavily from I Fell in Love Again Last Night. I very nearly named this story after the song.
These lines mess me up the most:
I fell in love again last night
When you kissed me the way you've always done
Like the first time you were with me and my heart just came undone
The whole mana/vita thing is pulled from a meta I wrote: Boltzman's Theory of Vitality (and The Manavita Effect).
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Regarding Regal's apartment in Meltokio: I go to this option so often because it feels plausible. I'm sure he spends quite a bit of time there.
Half-elves and humans not being able to marry is just something I made up for this story. That said, I think it's probably more likely to be canon than not, especially in Tethe'alla.
The incident in Flanoir was a hate crime and Raine was the intended target. This could be its own story, though in here it's just a mention and serves to explain her chronically poor health.
Aisha and Harley are me just making stuff up. I always sorta just...wondered about them, I think. I could have just as easily gone with Linar and Harley, but Linar seems to have a crush on Raine.
Viscount Alaric is from Break Open the Sky. He's a minor character who will have a bigger role in Swallow the Ground. He supports half-elf rights (not always for the right reason) and has some sway with the other minor nobles.
Regal's father: I pulled this from the drama CD, at least to the degree that he bought votes and threatened people to get what he wanted. I think in Regal's current situation it would be hard not to feel despair at how, while things are changing, the change moves slowly. He could certainly buy more votes. But he is too honest a man to stoop that low, and it's one of the reasons Raine loves him.
Thaddeus is a name I always give to the most asshole male character I can find. It's a long story. Just know Regal's father fits the bill best in this fandom, so it's the name I'll use. He would definitely hate Raine.
Regal's anger about his mother is a headcanon I have that I still haven't managed to write into anything. I imagine she died while Regal was away at school, and all he got from his father was a short letter saying she was dead. He hates that he was forced away from her and to school, but he has never processed his anger and grief over the way his father handled his mother's death—as if it was an unimportant little footnote, hardly worthy of recognition.
Regal's father being a count. This is also a headcanon. While Regal was granted the title of Duke (or Grand Duke—the game low-key hints at this being the actual truth), I find it hard to believe the nobility wouldn't all hate him vehemently if he'd risen from nothing to the highest noble rank. The fact that the Bryant family has been wealthy more than 800 years (even before Tethe'alla was flourishing!) tells me they've always been a noble family, and the rise from count to duke isn't a large leap (even if the title is still deeply meaningful).
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Procreative sex: I don't think these are characters that would moan about making babies. Like, it's very hard for me to picture Regal talking about how he's going to impregnate Raine while he's fucking her, even if getting her pregnant is what he's aiming for. That is especially true in this story, where there's a sort of sadness about even trying for a child. That said, they do try, so I had to tag it, even though it's maybe not what anyone expected when they saw the tag.
Also, the incident in Flanoir might have made her incapable of conceiving, though neither of them let themselves think about it at this point in the story.
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I don't even know how to bring this topic up, but I do want to talk a little bit about the importance of marriage to these characters. I think if the person reading this story is of a marginalized group, they don't need to have this explained. Society has been shit for so long. Interracial marriage wasn't legal in the USA until 1967. Same-sex couples were not granted full marriage equality until 2015. And even now, disabled folks face discrimination and do not have equal rights, as they often lose their right to assistance the moment they marry.
These characters could live together and they could have children together, but we don't know how the Tales of Symphonia society will treat that behavior. If the Lezareno Company functions like a company (and according to the drama CD, it does), the board could simply remove him as president. Then what happens to him? What happens to the world when the most influential person in it can't exert any influence?
It's also important to note that they want marriage because they want the security marriage offers. Raine is likely to outlive Regal, and he wants to ensure that she, and any children he has with her, will be taken care of when he dies. If they simply live together and he dies, she (and any children) lose everything.
Marriage is a HUGE deal to them.
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Healing!Sex. Uh, look. The way Regal's healing works in-game (the closer the target, the more he is able to heal) forced my hand. This concept was begging to be written and I'm surprised I haven't even seen it mentioned before.
Jokes aside, this is straight up a kink for them, and especially for Raine. There might be something to be said here for the healer wanting to be healed by someone else, but I was mostly just thinking about how she probably has a lot of violence directed at her, and sex with someone she loves and trusts while those hurts are healed is just...very emotionally and physically gratifying for her. (At least if they're having sex when he heals her, she gets pain and then pleasure, but if the healing is standalone she only gets the pain...which she's already experienced in sustaining the injury in the first place.)
Also, the whole ejaculation + release of vita into her thing just seemed like a way to tie the healing sex in with the fact that they are trying for a baby.
As to what I imagine the transfer of vita would feel like, I pretty much explained it in the story. Generally it just feels good in the way, say, a massage can feel good. But when it comes at certain times or from certain people, or there are emotions involved, or, you know, it comes along with sexual gratification, it can feel like a lot more.
I also had a small thought here that even if she doesn't have physical injuries, he can still transfer vita to her to help boost her energy levels and that will make her feel better, too, albeit in a slightly different way.
I also just thought it would be kind of funny that they could discover it by accident. I imagine she had her arm in that sling and refused help but he decided to help anyway when she wouldn't have the chance to argue about it lmao. Oops, new kink unlocked.
As to the sex position itself, it's just a side-by-side, like this:
If he's trying to heal her while he fucks her, he'd have to choose something that wouldn't require too much thought or focus from him. This one is a good compromise where she can let him do the work at first, and then participate later when she's feeling better and they both want to get off.
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I have no defense for "darling" as a pet name. I think he might also call her "dear" or "dearest" sometimes.
Raine calls Presea "dear" (affectionate) and Sheena "dear" (derogatory) in-game but she doesn't strike me as the kind of person who would be super into having pet names for her partner or being called by one.
Every now and then, though...she might like it. She just usually prefers her name.
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"You're already my wife" is to show he already thinks of her this way.
It also references the earlier scene where Raine tells him he's a better husband than his father was. She thinks of him this way, too.
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The first kiss in Meltokio was at the in-game party.
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Regal crying had to happen. He's very empathetic and feels things deeply. What do you do when happiness comes with an immense and heavy relief? You cry.
I like the idea that post-game Zelos works hard to do his best at making the world a better place, and I wanted to include him here. He and Regal probably work together a lot and their alliance is to be feared and respected. The fact that Zelos supports him and his ideals even fifteen years later is a testament to his character and the reason Regal has remained friends with him.
Because he helped the change come about, Regal wants his name on their marriage license. (Raine would want this too, if I included her opinion.)
Her sleeping on the couch is me trying to subtly show she deals with fatigue a lot. Otherwise, she would have been waiting outside for Regal.
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Regal has brought his mother's ring with him every year to vote.
I was attempting a slight culture difference between Sylvarant and Tethe'alla with weddings where rings are not common in Sylvarant but expected in Tethe'alla. Tethe'alla probably tends to have more elaborate ceremonies and Sylvarant veers toward simpler traditional things.
The last Sylvaranti wedding he attended was Colette's (to any partner you prefer teehee), but that was more than a decade ago.
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I wanted to include SO MANY OTHER THINGS in this story, because any story 15 years into the post-game just brings up a lot of questions, like how Lloyd's expshere journey is going and who has married and who has children. I didn't even get to mention Genis in this story, which felt like a crime considering this law would matter to him, too, if only tangentially at this point.
If you couldn't tell, I really enjoyed writing this one. I even cried at one point. I hope someone out there enjoys it as much as I enjoyed working on it. 🤍💙
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Hi, sorry if you’ve answered this before but I was wonder what do the Tenbusches look like?
Anon, you are my favorite today as this is exactly the distraction I needed after a shitty day (and week and month and so far year). And you actually ARE the first person to officially ask me this, so I'm thrilled to answer! :) I have thought about this extensively, so long-winded answer ahead! @chestcongestion drew their interpretation of them not long ago (check it out here) and they actually got quite a few things in the right ballpark, especially since I didn't give much insight on their appearances! But let me give you the official rundown:
Thaddeus: Hair is coppery red and fluffy, eyes are bright green. The shortest of the three, but muscular and well-built, so he could be called stocky due to his height. Lots of freckles all over his body. Generally ruddy and healthy looking. Wears reading glasses as he gets older. He has crows feet and laugh lines early in life due to how much time he spends outside, and how much he loves to laugh. (Other than Padma, Thad is the one that was most spot-on in Beep's fan art!)
JB (Joel Benjamin, if anyone cares): The tallest in the family. Of Latino descent on one side, with dark, thick, wavy hair and dark eyes, but fairer skin. However, he tans quickly and easily and is dark-appearing most of the year. He's more stocky/muscular than lanky, and struggles with his physique as he ages. He also needs glasses in his older years. Generally he's very serious and slow to smile, but when he does, it's the warmest smile ever.
Theodore: Of medium height and build, though on the taller/thinner side of average. Blue eyes and thick, straight dark hair. Wears glasses always as he hates contacts and touching his eyes. On the pale side, but gets flushed with any physical activity or wind. His warm, open demeanor is evident on his face. His eyes disappear when he grins. When he smiles, everyone around him smiles.
Audra: Thick, wavy auburn hair and blue eyes, of Irish descent (her maiden name is Murphy). Average-tall height for a woman and curvy, with a generous bust and hips, but she maintains her trim waist well into retirement and works out religiously (more than any of the others), so she tends more toward muscular than slender. She wears glasses for reading and computer work. She has serious RBF and a very matter-of-fact demeanor, so she comes off as severe to most people at first, but it doesn't take long to see her soft, silly side.
Thalia: Tall and willowy, with long blonde hair and strikingly dark brown eyes. More slender than heavy. She knows she's gorgeous and knows the effect she has on people, so she always dresses the part whenever she leaves the house. She never needs glasses, which is good because she wouldn't wear them if she did. She's more likely to roll her eyes and make a sarcastic comment than smile, but just like everything else about her, her real smile is beautiful.
Padma: Of Indian descent, with brown skin and very dark hair and eyes. She's by far the shortest and thinnest of them all, petite and almost frail-looking, though she's quite healthy and gets sick the least of all six. She wears glasses whenever she works on the computer. Her hair reaches past her waist, long and thick, and seems to make up half her weight when it's loose and brushed out, though she usually wears it in some sort of braid. Gentleness exudes from her, and if she's not deep in thought, she can usually be seen with a peaceful smile on her face.
I have (imperfect) celebrity face claims for all of them. If a lot of people ask, I may share. But I'd rather you picture them for yourselves from what I've given you here.
Thank you again for asking! I really appreciate you taking an interest in my characters.
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LOVESTORY - Chp 4
why don’t you pick on someone your own…never mind
warnings: swearing, harsh language, it’s a bullying scene so yeah
Thaddeus actually kept his word about seeing me the next day. And not just during class. He sat with me at lunch again. And he did so the day after that. And the day after that. And the day af- you get the idea. The first few times he ate with me, he asked if I wanted him to leave and I always said (shook my head) no. He stopped asking after a while.
By the end of the first week, Thaddeus figured out I responded better to Yes or No questions than ones that required verbal responses. By the end of the fifth, he’d managed to loosely interpret my nods, head shakes, expressions and gestures and we’d hold conversations that, to the other students, probably made Thaddeus look…kinda weird, to say the least. I felt bad for putting him through all that but he didn’t seem to mind.
The only real problem with this system was that there was just no way to answer some questions nonverbally. Thaddeus could ask me what my favourite colour was (turquoise) and then list them until he got it right and then I’d cock my head to the side or point at him to ask him what his was (black) but he couldn’t ask me anything really specific. I also couldn’t ask him my own questions like, the most prominent one in my mind, if we were friends or not. Sure, he willingly ate with me every day (which I was really grateful for) and seemed to actually like hanging out with me for some reason but after not having friends in so long, I grew pretty cynical almost in self-defence.
Yet every day, he continued to sit with me and when he left, he always reassured me that he’d see me later. At one point, I even started to wonder if he had some kind of ulterior motive but ultimately wrote off that theory after I genuinely couldn’t think of a single thing someone could get out of sitting with me (maybe brownie points but other people would actually have to care about me for that to work).
Sometimes he’d talk about himself or tell stories. Sometimes he’s ask me things. Sometimes he’d rant. Sometimes we’d eat in silence and that was fine too. I got more and more used to him with each passing day. I enjoyed his company. He was fun to be around. He listened to me (to the best of his abilities) and never forced me to say anything. A few days ago, I even managed to smile at him, a genuine one too. He looked ecstatic.
I’d eavesdropped on some people talking right in front of me (being the Quiet Kid had some perks) and found out that not many people seemed to like Thaddeus. I think this was because Thaddeus liked to mess with people, including me sometimes. It was never harmful or mean spirited, though occasionally he pulled off a large-scale prank just for kicks. In spite of all that, Thaddeus was actually a pretty nice person once you got to know him and I did since, thanks to the circumstances, he did most (all) of the talking.
He didn’t seem to care about his reputation all that much either. My case for this is 1, his clothes and 2, the fact that he ate with me every day. One time, he caught some of the other students staring and flipped them off. Just straight up showed them the bird. Like dang, dude. It worked, though. The stares reduced after that. My fear of velkis reduced over time too (from running away from them to being as scared of them as I was of people my size. Progress!) thanks to Thaddeus and the constant exposure to other velkis.
I’d been attending this school for about 3 months now. School work had gotten pretty manageable after I got used to the way my new teachers taught. I’d even managed to talk to Mrs. Bennett earlier today to tell her about my condition. Though by ‘talk’ I mean ‘write’. Still, it was a step in the right direction and Mrs. Bennett had been very understanding.
All in all, things were going surprisingly well for me. Or at least that’s what I would have told you if you’d asked me like 10 minutes ago. Now though, as I sat on the floor watching two of my human classmates shake the contents out of my bag and laugh, I would have said otherwise.
See, the meeting with Mrs. Bennett had gone on much longer than either of us had anticipated and the hallways were mostly empty by the time I finally left. I had been on my way home, blissfully optimistic for once, when I was stopped by Tweedledee and Tweedledum, also known as Tobias and Damien. We shared one class but had never even looked at each other before this. They’d approached me, tried to goad me into saying something, called me names, and when that didn’t work, they pushed me to the ground. My face had reflexively tensed up with the stress as it always did in situations like this and now they were just seeing how far they could go before I said something or even reacted. Weirdly enough, Tobias didn’t even seem to be that into it. He wasn’t smiling like Damian was. And he kept looking at me.
I was starting to wonder if they were prepared to commit theft just to see if I would react when I felt faint tremors approaching. Velki steps. In the past few weeks, I’d grown more or less accustomed to the literal earthquakes velkis unknowingly caused so at least I had that going for me, I guess. The boys looked up from their assault on my bag and a few seconds later, a velki turned the corner and started walking our way. I, like the young fool I was, found myself thinking that the cavalry was here. Surely this man wouldn’t let such an outrage go unresolved. Surely there was still some justice left in this world.
He walked up to us, spared us a passing glance and kept walking.
Dude.
The Wonder Twins went back to shaking my bag and I went back to watching one of my pens roll across the floor while screaming internally. At least things couldn’t get any worse.
And that’s when I felt the tears coming on.
No. No no no. I was not going to cry in front of these people. That would be giving them what they wanted. I had to hold it in. I…felt the tears start forming and looked up to prevent them from falling. It was only a temporary solution though. And the hopelessness of the situation made the tears form faster. I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t wipe the tears either. That would draw T&D’s attention to me. So I just sat there. They’d get bored eventually, right?
I felt the tremors of another approaching velki but didn’t even bother getting my hopes up this time. Help wasn’t coming. I had to get through this on my own.
I was still trying to hold my tears in using gravity as the next velki walked towards us. Which is why I made direct eye contact with Thaddeus as he came to a stop behind me.
We stared at each other for a few seconds. Then he crouched down. By this point, the boys had stopped torturing my bag and were now looking up at Thaddeus with a mixture of shock and outrage painted in varying degrees on each of their faces.
“Damian,” Thaddeus said. There was a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
Damian didn’t share the sentiment. His voice was flat when he spoke. “What do you want, Kayne?”
These two knew each other?
“Who’s the new guy?” Thaddeus asked, looking curiously at Tobias.
Thaddeus knew Damian but not Tobias? How? They were always together.
“None of your business,” Damien hissed. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”
Thaddeus looked like he was thinking about it. Then he just shrugged. “Nope.”
“What. Do. You. Want?”
“Isn’t it enough to just want to check up on my bestest pal from time to time?”
Damien narrowed his eyes. “We are not friends.”
The tension in the air was palpable but I had no idea what was happening.
Then Thaddeus turned to me.
“Sy!” he exclaimed excitedly, as if he’d only noticed me now. I turned to him and Thaddeus stared intently at me for several seconds. I’m…pretty sure he was trying to tell me something with his eyes. More staring. One of his eyebrows twitched. Yup, that’s definitely what was happening here. I tried to give him a meaningful look back, one that meant ‘I have no idea what you just said’ and he gave me a small nod. The only thing I got out of that entire conversation was that neither of us could read eyes.
Then he reached for me with his hand. Oh. Before I even knew what was happening, his fingers wrapped around me with a surprising amount of gentleness and the ground fell away.
Thaddeus was carrying me. With his hand. He was lifting me off the ground. Effortlessly. With his hand. This was the first time I’d even been picked up by a velki in my entire life and the warmth and the slight twitching of his fingers and the fact that he could effortlessly kill me if he wanted to was just a tad bit overwhelming. I buried the thoughts as best as I could and tried to calm my racing heart. This was Thaddeus. He wouldn’t do that.
I was lifted higher and higher until I found myself staring right into one of Thaddeus’ eyes. I gulped. Sure, I was used to velkis by now but there were some things I still wasn’t quite prepared for yet, like being held so close to a velki’s eye that I could see my own reflection in it while also being suspended millions of feet in the air. Thaddeus gave me a onceover and I tried not to think about how pathetic I looked. He then raised an eyebrow, probably an ‘Are you ok?’. Almost to answer his question, now that gravity wasn’t aiding me anymore, my tears spilled over and ran down the sides of my face. Great.
Thaddeus’ eye widened at this and he moved me downward once again. Except instead of putting me back on the ground like I’d expected, my feet touched down on a much more…unstable surface. The massive fingers unwrapped and I stumbled. My arms instinctively flailed out to catch my fall and they latched onto Thaddeus’ thumb for support. GREAT.
After trying unsuccessfully to stand for several seconds, I just gave up and sat down. Heat radiated from under me and I looked down. I was sitting in Thaddeus’ open palm. …huh. If you’d told me 3 months ago that I would be sitting in the palm of a velki, I would have burst out laughing. Oh, how times have changed.
Thaddeus withdrew his other hand and moved me to his chest, something I knew because his shirt pressed against the side of his palm. Now that Tool 1 and Tool 2 couldn’t see me, I used the temporary shelter to wipe away my tears. Better.
From the ground (WAIT HOW HIGH OFF THE GROUND WAS I?), I faintly heard Damien’s voice. “You’re just here for her?” He sounded…kind of disappointed? “What do you want with that freak anyway?”
Freak. Really?
Thaddeus spoke again and his chest and the air and everything rumbled with his words. “I think the real question here is what you guys were doing with Syren.” His voice was much louder at this proximity. Nothing I couldn’t handle but still.
He paused. “Also fuck you,” he added.
Silence.
I crawled over to the edge of Thaddeus’ hand to watch and felt the ground under me move slightly. It took me a few seconds to realize that Thaddeus had curved his hand, probably to prevent me from…falling to my…death. Hmm. HOW DID THADDEUS DEAL WITH THIS ON A DAILY BASIS?
Anyway, I looked down. My bag’s guts were spewn all over the floor. Ugh. I was going to have to clean that up later. And standing among the carnage were Tobias and Damian; Tobias looking like he wanted to be literally anywhere else and Damien…Damien didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. I had a bad feeling about this.
Damien shook his head. “Really, Kayne? You’re trying to intimidate us? You of all people should know that won’t work.” He glanced at Tobias. “Well, it won’t work on me anyway. I mean, c’mon, really?” He gestured vaguely at Thaddeus. “You’re a joke, Kayne. A fucking joke.”
…what?
“Oh, I get it. You stop taking orders from me, get a new haircut and suddenly you think you’re better than me.”
I felt the muscles under me twitch. “I don’t think I’m better than-”
Damian cut him off. “Don’t give me that shit. You wanted to jump in and be the hero.” He looked right at me and I flinched. “You’d probably like that, right?”
I said nothing.
“I didn’t do it to-”
Damien ignored him. He was still addressing me. “You still think he’s a good guy, right? Well, what if I told you that not even a year ago, your knight in shining armor was the one helping me do this!”
WAIT WHAT? REALLY? I looked up at Thaddeus for answers but he just stared back with his lips pursed. His gaze was hard and I was pretty sure he was trying to convey something with his eyes again. I just shrugged this time and he mouthed the word ‘later’.
He turned back to Damien. “I’ve changed.” He didn’t sound so sure.
“Please. People don’t change, Kayne. You’re still the same loser who would do anything to be accepted.” He looked at me again. “Even hang out with a mute bitch.”
Really? Really. Low blow, man.
I waited for Thaddeus to say something. He had to defend himself. Surely he had something, right? This was Thaddeus we were talking about. But the silence stretched on and on and my heart sunk.
For the first time since I’d met him, Thaddeus said nothing.
Damien kept going. “What’s the matter, Kayne? No snappy comeback this time?”
“She’s not mute,” Thaddeus mumbled. I’d never heard him mumble before. Also, why was he defending me right now? He was the one being slandered. “And she’s not a bitch.”
Damian cupped his hand over his ear. “I’m sorry, what? I couldn’t quite catch that.”
An unbearably tense silence followed.
Then Thaddeus’ fingers wrapped around me again. He carried me upwards, bringing me higher and higher until I was right next to his face. He set me down on his shoulder and I immediately sat down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt for purchase. The shoulder had more than enough room to prevent me from falling but still. Can’t be too careful.
Thaddeus’ shoulder started moving back and forth and when I finally gathered the courage to look down, I saw, to my shock, that Thaddeus had carefully started to pick up my stuff and put it back in my bag for me. Tobias moved out of his way, eyes wide. Damien didn’t. Thaddeus had to reach around him to get my stuff and it was…hard to watch. And that’s all I could do. Watch.
I felt horrible. I mean, I didn’t know the history between these two but l did know that none of this would have happened if I’d just said something. Thaddeus was humiliating himself for me. And I couldn’t even thank him. Or apologize. Why was he even doing this? Why did he care about me so much?
I felt more and more reckless with each passing second. There had to be something I could do, right? But what? Let’s see…well, thanks to Damian’s little speech, Thaddeus probably thought I hated him right now. So maybe I could find a way to reassure him of the contrary. But how? From up here, I could…pat his shoulder? But that would be lame. And I wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to feel that unless I basically hit him. Which would probably just make him feel worse. Nope. Maybe a hug. Hugs were nice. But there wasn’t really anything to hug up here. Just Thaddeus’ neck to my right and more shoulder and open air to my left and…wait. Thaddeus’ neck. I could…hug his neck? He’d…definitely feel that.
Well, I couldn’t think of anything else so after some mental preparation, I let go of his shirt and slowly scooted over. When I was close enough, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his neck, I turned towards it, spread both arms and…hesitated. Was this weird? Was this even a good idea? Eh, things literally couldn’t get any worse.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck as best as I could.
And Thaddeus literally froze. Like his shoulder and his neck tensed up and everything. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe I should stop. Maybe it would be better if I just dropped out of school and went to work at a gas station convenience store in the middle of nowhere, where I could never hurt anybody ever again. Maybe-
Something brushed against my back and caused me to be violently ejected from my thoughts. WHAT WAS THAT? Then something (presumably the same thing) pressed lightly against my entire body. I was on the verge of panicking before seeing Thaddeus’ arm out of the corner of my eye. Oh. He was pressing me into his neck with his hand. Was he…hugging me back?
His hand pulled away after a few seconds so I pulled away too. Wordlessly, he went back to packing my bag. What was that all about? Did I even help him?
When Thaddeus finished packing, he picked up my bag and set it down in his open palm. Then he reached for me again, picking me up gently and setting me down next to my bag. I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling at me. I could have sworn there was a certain…fondness to it that hadn’t been there before. I was probably just imagining things.
He turned to address the boys. “We'll be taking our leave. Unless you have anything to add?”
Tobias shook his head but Damian took the opportunity anyway. “Just because someone else is feeding your validation complex doesn’t mean you’ve changed. You’re still the scared little bitch you always were.”
Thaddeus started to stand. “That’s nice, dear.”
Damian wasn’t done. “You think just because some…some whore supports you-,”
Thaddeus paused and crouched down again. Then his hand shot out and grabbed Damien, lifting him off the floor and up to his face. Damian looked…shocked. Maybe even a little scared. It was almost enough to make me feel bad for him. Almost. Still, I was worried Thaddeus was going to take things too far.
“Word of advice,” Thaddeus said, his voice dangerously calm, “You can insult me all you want. I don’t care anymore. But if you hurt my friend (!) ever again,” he smiled, “There will be hell to pay.”
“You’re all talk,” Damian said, though he looked unsure. “What’re you gonna do? Prank me to death?”
Thaddeus just continued smiling. “I’ll let you figure that out.”
Then he turned to Tobias. “What’s your name?”
Tobias flinched but recovered quickly. “It’s, uh, Tobias.”
“Can I call you Toby?”
“…sure?”
“So, Toby, if I’m being honest with you, I think you should ditch this guy. Just get as far away from him as possible. And get some help if you can. I did and look where it got me.”
“Hated by everyone?” Damian called before Thaddeus covered his mouth with his thumb.
“How long have you been friends?” Thaddeus asked.
Tobias shuffled his feet. “…a few weeks, I guess.”
“Ah, the honeymoon phase.” He turned to Damian. “I take it you’re still being nice to him?”
Damien growled angrily.
He turned back to Tobias. “Yeah, that’s not going to last. He gets worse as time goes by.”
“How do you know that?”
“I used to be his friend.”
Oh.
Tobias looked down. “But…he’s the only one who-”
“I know. But I can promise you from experience that its not like that.” There was a pause. “…someone will see the good in you eventually. You just…have to be willing to take the first step.”
Tobias blinked.
Thaddeus shrugged. “I don’t know, man. See a counsellor. They’re better with this stuff than I am.”
Tobias just stared at Thaddeus for several seconds. Then he looked at Damian. Then Thaddeus again. He took a step back. Then another. Then he turned and ran.
…was that supposed to happen?
Thaddeus just watched him go. When Tobias rounded the corner, Thaddeus turned to Damien.
“You’re a piece of shit,” he informed him. “But the same goes for you. You need help.”
He waited for a few moments (probably to give Tobias some more headway) before depositing Damian on the ground and standing again. Now we were high up. I scrambled away from the edge of Thaddeus’ hand, heart pounding. I wouldn’t have fallen but still, you could warn a girl next time. The whole world shifted as Thaddeus turned and started walking away. His hand jolted slightly with every step he took and when I looked up, I saw Thaddeus looking back down at me, something I couldn’t quite place in his eyes. He smiled sadly and I felt something…unfamiliar, to say the least. Something warm and fuzzy that passed just as quickly.
Weird.
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