#and like it’s not like there’s not a precedent for that. but usually those kinda went the other way? new band on the scene w distinctive
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thinking about how people used to say “this is my aesthetic” and now they ask “what aesthetic is this?” something something curating for yourself vs looking to participate in something already made for you
#idk someone could argue that there’s often little communities around aesthetics#so people asking are hoping not to fit in in the conformity sense but in the belonging one#might be a fair argument but there’s always the option to just. look at who the person whose aeathetic you like is following#follow those people too and so on#which may be a lost skill on tiktok given how people commented that they couldn’t find people to follow on tumblr#anyway idk the other thing is that aesthetic seems more uh. prescriptive these days?#and on tiktok especially; your aesthetic isn’t just a set of visuals you find appealing (like it was on here for the longest time)#(arguably still is here today) but encompasses how you dress how you do your hair and makeup and even how you decorate your home#even out to the books you read or music you listen to#and like it’s not like there’s not a precedent for that. but usually those kinda went the other way? new band on the scene w distinctive#looks; other people who like the music take notes and soon you’ve got yourself a subculture#substance yielding aesthetic and not an amalgamation of substance starting from the end point of a curated aesthetic#a pre-curated aesthetic; not one that’s being curated by the individual but one that the individual chooses like idk a dnd class#and there’s always been trends and shit maybe this is just old man yelling at cloud#but like. maybe it’s that all of this is being done and posted#and it’s not like you can’t post things you’re proud of to share them but how much of it is bc you like it for yourself#eating tree bark
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Hi, I’m A.D., I’m a historian, and let’s talk about the nuclear bomb and why the one that exploded at the end of QSMP’s Purgatory Event probably didn’t kill all that many people upon initially exploding.
The nuclear bomb, as everybody knows, has only ever been used in a war twice. Both explosions were caused by the United States in their war against Japan at the tail end of World War Two in one final terrible last ditch attempt at ending the war through any means necessary.
Pictured above are the atomic explosions at Hiroshima (left) and Nagasaki (right.)
These are big huge clouds, which makes sense! Nuclear weapons, on average, have the strength of somewhere between 10 and 50 megatons of TNT. Hydrogen bombs, meanwhile, are WAY worse, with the first test coming in at a whopping 10 MILLION tons of TNT.
To put it in Minecraft terms for all you nerds out there, imagine Doomsday from the Dream SMP and how it razed an entire nation to bedrock level by using somewhere in the range of 20 stacks of TnT (if I’m remembering correctly.) A nuclear bomb, in these terms, would have blown L’Manberg up something like eight times over and then some.
So that’s. Bad. Right?
Well, here’s the QSMP’s bomb as was constructed by our favorite depressed detective, q!Maximus:
This bomb, notably, is underground. It was never dug up, it was just moved somewhere else. It isn’t above ground, and it never left this room. Watch the cutscene back (linked here), the bomb never left the room.
So this is where underground nuclear testing comes in.
Underground testing began in 1951, and it remains the only form of scientific nuclear testing not banned by the Limited Test Ban Treaty of 1963.
No big surprise, a lot of early underground tests were conducted by the US out in Nevada, where they kinda tested nukes legit fucking EVERYWHERE in the desert for a long time. Below are some photos, just for funsies:
What’s important about underground nuclear explosions is that they actually end up releasing less radiation into the atmosphere than regular nukes do. What happens beyond that depends on whether or not the radiation remains contained.
A contained explosion’s aftermath:
And an uncontained explosion’s aftermath:
There hasn’t really been many negative biological effects reported from these underground tests, which is really saying something considering how close to nuclear blasts the US had its guys at most of the time (see below)
The worst you got out of the underground tests was some radioactivity in cows’ milk, which is NOTHING compared to the effects of the above-ground nuclear testing at the Nevada Site:
So… what does this mean for the QSMP?
Well, if we’re going off of historical and scientific precedent, legitimately nothing substantial happened to the islands of Purgatory. There’s more of a risk of dying from the pre-established radioactive rain disaster effects as well as the earthquake and meteor disasters.
Fun fact! Underground nuclear explosions usually registered as weaker than actual fault line activity, aka actual earthquakes.
If Maxo’s nuke was dropped from above, the devastation would be greater. Nuclear fallout is no joke; even today, cancer rates in the American West are still pretty high from the above-ground testing conducted at the Nevada Site. The Bikini Atoll will never be the same after all the testing the US did there, either.
But, because this nuke seemed to have gone off underground, I can safely assume that the damage done to the islands above was minimal at worst. Maybe there’s a radioactivity leak, but everybody staying on the islands had already experienced radiation up to that point.
It’s important to remember this because several characters did stay behind on the islands, and the fandom is assuming them dead because, well. A nuke went off. But those characters aren’t dead yet (outside of q!Maxo, who was possibly directly above the nuke when it went off and thus would’ve been hit full-force by the explosion.) Many were on the beach, far from the the nuke. They’re fine, and you can prove it with history!
TLDR; the nuke from the end of Purgatory was assumedly set off underground, which would have negated a lot of its potential damage, so everybody’s fine except for the unfortunately deceased q!Maxo
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“Alright, again.”
“Mammon, c’mon, do I have to? We’ve been at this for hours?”
He clicks his tongue in annoyance, hands flying to his hips.
“Well, we wouldn’t have to be if your form wasn’t so sloppy. So c’mon, arms up.”
You lazily lift them, noticing the extra pull of tension you felt from the overexertion of moving all day.
“Tighten!”
You lock your elbows as best as you can, bawling your hands into fists.
Mammon takes a step back, shifting his hips so one foot took precedent in front of the other to steady himself.
“Now, come at me.”
Honestly, you don’t think you have anything left to come at him with, but talking your way out of it doesn’t seem to be working.
“This is so dumb. Why do I need to learn self defense?”
He gawks at you like the answer is so obvious. “So you can defend yourself? What kinda question is that?”
“Why do I need to know? Shouldn’t my guardian demon always be there to protect me?”, you tease.
He gives you a pointed look, before breaking into his usual bravado.
“Of course The Great Mammon’s gonna protect ya! But what if while I’m kicking one guy’s ass, some other guy comes up behind ya? You need to know what to do!”
You don’t know why he’s so fixated on this, but you assume it has more to do with his recent Deviltube search history of “cool fighting moves” and “sick karate”, then actually being worried about your well-being
“I know what to do. I’d use one of my other pacts to call your brothers.”
“Hey w-what? Those guys? Are ya kidding me? Ya don’t need them, ya only need me!”
“Exactly, which is why I’m going back to my room. My first man’s got it covered.”
You throw in the nickname just as an extra precaution. If you could catch him off guard and turn him into a stuttering mess, maybe he’d forget about this whole thing and you could go face plant directly onto your bed to get some much needed rest.
As you start to walk past him, you’re surprised at the speed of which he grabs your shoulder, pulling you into his arms and locking you tight, your back against his chest.
“See? If ya’d just listen to me, you’d know how to get outta this, wouldn’t ya?”
You wiggle and squirm to the best of your ability to free yourself, but you know it’s no use. He is the second strongest brother.
“Mammooonnnn please,” you whine, trying to crane your neck back to see his face. “I’m tired.”
“I know, on account of you remindin’ me every five seconds!”
You huff and glare back at him, continuing to attempt to jostle free.
“Just break outta this and I’ll let you go for the day.”
It’s all too easy, really, to get one over the avatar of greed. Maybe not for some people, but you seemed to have a special effect on him.
“Fine,” you say, leaning your head back as far as you can in his grasp and leaving a timid kiss to his cheek.
The response is instantaneous.
“H-HEY! W-What was that! Whaddya think you’re doin’?”
He quickly lets go and stumbles back, stammering as he brings a hand up to his face to cup where your lips had just been in disbelief.
“I think I’m going to my room to lay down.”
You start to walk past him as he stands there, dumbstruck.
“Are you coming or not?”
He doesn’t give you much of a verbal response, letting out a quick “tch”, but like clockwork, you find him catching up to you, falling into stride at your side, grumbling to himself, “Stupid human with their stupid cheatin. I outta start chargin’ ya for these lessons.”
#idk why i wrote this i just want him to teach me how to fight#obey me#mammon#om#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#omswd#obey me headcannons#obey me mc#mammon headcannons#mammon x reader#mammon x mc#mammon x y/n#obey me drabbles
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Steve And Robin Are Stuck in A Timeloop AU
Steve's lost track of which time loop this is.
Had lost track pretty much instantly, because it turns out when people die repeatedly in front of you, it kinda takes precedence in your memory.
Besides, Robin has a list in her head, memorized via some kind of musical code, alongside all the dates and times they wake up in.
(Steve doesn't see what difference it makes if they wake up at 7:15 am the day of the Championship or 8:25 am, but Robin's insistent that even the slightest variations could mean something.)
He’ll have to ask his soulmate when he finds her though, because presently Steve has determined they're having one of their weirder loops.
Typically, when the two of them get kicked back in time, they wake up the day of the Championship game. Occasionally it will be the day right before or the day after, but sometimes?
Sometimes they’re sent back someplace, some time, that isn’t related to 1986 at all.
Thus far, the Starcourt loop had been the worst.
("If it happens a third time I'm killing myself." Steve had told Robin after they’d failed that one.
Robin didn’t even look at him, the two of them huddled up together in Steve’s bed. "No you're not Dingus, not without shooting me first."
"How come I have to shoot you!? Is it because I'm a man? That's not very feminist of you."
"No its because you've seen me shoot, I would miss!")
Steve had even woken up in an odd place. Not his bed or the couch, but the driver's seat of the Beamer, seated in the high school parking lot.
It made him immediately uneasy.
The chair is reclined all the way back, the mass of cars indicating it was a school day. Steve struggled to recall when he's ever taken a nap in his car as he got out of it, trying to decide how he wanted to go about things.
Felt his pocket and was surprised to find it full of a packet of smokes.
The sheer implication of that had him pulling out a cig and lighting it before the knowledge that he'd officially quit buying his own cigarettes in 1985 sank in.
Panicked and chainsmokes three, before deciding his best course of action was his usual one.
Find Robin.
Which of course means that he found Eddie instead.
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He’d started his first lap, walking out if the parking lot and round to the more shaded, empty parts of the building when a voice he knew yelled.
The kind of yell he’d grown intimately familiar with, the one Eddie used when he was terrified and using anger to hide it.
Steve turns automatically, following the taunts and loud, pained breathing until he finds a handful of jocks encircling the metalhead. He's down on one knee, snarling like a wildcat caught in a trap while some guy Steve barely recognizes holds him by the hair, laughing.
Red coats his vision instantly, and any thoughts Steve had about being stuck in time (sort of) vanish from his mind entirely.
The world shrinks down, to that white knuckled grip on Eddie's hair, the way it’s pulling the older boy’s face up so that Steve can see the straining muscles in his throat.
The protective creature that lives in his chest and likes to punch it’s way out of problems awakens, and a thrum goes through Steve as he feels its demand for blood.
"Hey fellas " Steve calls joyfully, striding directly into the crowd. "What’re we doing?"
Two part before him like fish seeing a shark,and a faraway inner voice identifies them as members of the swim team.
Which likely meant the other two were football players, and for all the tackling they did they were surprisingly easy to scare, if you knew how to play it right.
Steve absolutely knew how to play it right.
"Fuck off Harrington. This isn't your business." The one holding Eddie's hair spits.
"Well that would be where you're wrong." Steve was still keeping things conversational as he positioned himself, arms nice and loose at his sides. He lets the thing that lives inside him, who made him turn right back around all those years ago and charge back into the Byers house, out a little more. Feels the need to protect, to save, to destroy the things that are his, fuel him. "Seeing as all of Eddie's business is my business."
Eddie stares up at him, wide eyed at the declaration.
Feeling entirely out of control of his body, Steve sends him a wink.
"Since when!?" The other football player asks.
"Since now." Steve declares cheerfully--and then smiles.
It isn’t a nice smile.
Thoroughly unnerved, his swim team members shrink back. He’ll have words for them later if he has time--Steve can't ever recall the swim team members being dicks but who fucking knows.
His memory wasn't the best before he and Robin got stuck in time.
"You fucking into drugs now or wha--" Their ringleader, still holding onto Eddie by the hair, doesn't get to finish his sentence.
Mostly because his mouth is too busy catching Steve's fist.
Fighting, he knows, is something he does best when it's too the death and he's armed with something.
Bonus points if his opponent is a horrific monster from another dimension.
He has gotten better though, and here the rapid pace he sets feels almost too easy.
The first guy goes down on the ground before the rest pick up on it, giving Eddie time to lurch backwards as Steve turns and torpedoes into the next jock.
This one gets in a good shot--Steve staggers with a blow to his side but it's not enough to wind him. He keeps to his feet and advances, delivering one more punch before the swim team guys are trying to call him off.
"Come on man, you're gonna kill them!"
Steve almost laughs-- he hasn't come close to killing either idiot-- but backs away, keeping himself between them and Eddie.
They wave their hands, getting ahold of their bloodied friends as they slowly ease between them and Steve. Make apologizes and promises that it was a poor joke, Munson just got to them, hot heads you know?
Steve snarls at them to fuck off, and glares until they're gone.
"What the hell just happened?" Eddie asks him, and Steve turns to find him on his feet, leaning heavily against the brick wall of the school.
As far as he can get away from Steve.
"Our football quarterback can't hit for shit." Steve informs him, having finally placed an least one of the guys. "It's probably why we always lose."
Eddie gives him such a freaked out face it almost makes him laugh a second time.
The effect isn't helped by the fact that Eddie's normally long mane is hovering just over his shoulders, the curls somehow poofier than normal. Clearly he’s still trying to grow it out, but it just makes him look like one of those frazzled dogs.
Adorable.
On instinct Steve reaches out to playfully pull a few strands, then freezes when Eddie flinches from him.
"Sorry." He keeps his hands up, as he takes in Munson's face. "Shit dude, he got your nose good."
There's blood smeared under it, and given the look of the skin surrounding it?
Eddie's gonna have an impressive bruise soon enough.
Steve gets a glare sent his way. "Why do you care?" Eddie spits, back very much still up, and-- right.
Right.
Time travel.
"I'm really bad at explaining it." Steve warns, running a hand through his hair. He did this part plenty without Robin (meeting Eddie that was--Robs usually tackled Nancy.) But he also typically did in it 1986, and with at least three of the kids, not whenever they currently were.
"We usually start with facts only you'd know, but I don't actually know when I am right now." He finishes, and realizes immediately that it doesn’t make a lick of sense.
"When you are?" Eddie asks, because of course he clocks that part immediately.
"Ye--eah." Steve says, dragging out the word.
He looks at Eddie desperately, like the metalhead will tell him the exact information he needs.
Eddie just stares back.
"Look, it sounds really stupid when you say it out loud." Steve says finally, because fuck, it does!
"Comparable to all the other times you talk out loud?" Eddie snips, voice full of venom.
"Shut up.” Steve replies automatically, but his tone holds no heat. He’s too used to trading banter with Eddie that is friendly. “I'm gonna preface this by saying I can prove it."
"Oh wow preface. Such a big word for you! Did Nancy Wheeler teach you that one?"
"Robin actually." Then, "Nancy?"
The look Eddie gives him could melt steel beams. "Yeah man. Nancy Wheeler. Your girlfriend."
"Oh--oh god." Steve says, because that means they're way back. Possibly to the beginning.
Or worse, before he and Nancy had broken up.
"I can’t handle that breakup a second time." He says wide eyed, the panic gripping him for a second. “I could-no, no I could get Robin to tell her!”
Because that sure would work.
Steve can just imagine it now. Robin, sauntering up to Nancy and going ‘Hey, we really haven’t met yet but you’re gonna dump Steve, if you haven’t already and to cut through all the drama, I’m here to just tell you on his behalf that it’s over. What was that? A coward? Why yes, he is one!’
You know, provided she didn’t just laugh in his face and then cuff him over the head when she realized he was being serious.
“Dude.” Eddie says, sinking a world’s worth of judgment into the single syllable.
“Yeah, you’re right, bad call.” Steve says, and whatever Eddie was expecting it clearly wasn’t that.
“Are you on drugs right now?” Eddie finally asks when Steve reverts back to looking to him as if he’s going to help. A bad habit, and one Steve knows he needs to stop doing.
Even if Eddie, in the original timeline and every one after they got him on board, eventually becomes someone Steve can rely on like that.
“You can tell me if you are, man, you know I won’t judge.” The hateful air around him is fading into something more confused, and then into something else entirely. The persona Eddie pulls when he’s hurt and trying to hide it with jokes and rants. “Unless you and your buddies bought from someone that wasn’t me, in which case I get exclusive rights to judge.”
He’s shifting as he finally stands up off the wall, and Steve doesn’t miss how he hugs one hand to a rib.
Shit.
He needs to get Eddie up to speed and he needs to do it fast.
Steve sighs and just starts listing Eddie Munson Facts like an unprepared kid who was called on in class.
"Okay, so your uncle collects mugs, right? And--fuck I don't know when you get all the tattoos,” Steve makes a vague gesture around his chest, “but you have bats on your arm and you gave them all names."
Eddie's eyes pop wide again, jaw slacking as Steve volleys off a few more Munson Facts.
"You have this weird fear about red ribbon necklaces because of a book you read in third grade, your first guitar has this giant ugly--sorry dude, but you cannot write legibly to save your life, 'This machine slays dragons' quote across it and--oh!"
He was so fucking stupid. The answer was literally staring at him in the face, dangling around Eddie's neck.
Steve snapped his fingers excitedly. "The guitar pick on your neck is your moms!"
Eddie’s mouth open and closes like a fish, long enough that the smile slowly slides off of Steve’s face.
"How the fuck do you know all that?" He manages after a long, tortuous moment, looking like he’d been sucker punched.
Again.
With the most pained look his face can manage, Steve finally answers. "Time travel."
Eddie blinks.
Then blinks again.
"Time travel." He echoes faintly.
"Yeah. I'm from 1986, where things kinda got really fucked up."
"No kidding?" Eddie says, right before he erupts into giggles.
"Did they get you in the head?" Steve asks, abruptly concerned, as Eddie collapses back against the wall in a growing fit of laughter.
Concussed Eddie was not a road he wanted to go down but Steve knew better than anyone what happens if you ignore such things.
"I think my weed just hit." Eddie explains as he wipes away a tear, and Steve wants to shake him, but knows it won't get him anywhere.
"That's great. That's just great." He grumbles, hands going onto his hips. "Come on."
"Where are we going?"
"To get you a bandage. And then find Robin.”
Robin, Steve decided, could handle a high, concussed Eddie.
#I do write more than pre steddie#but some days it doesnt feel like it#not even gonna lie this not-fic was just an excuse to write six million meet cutes#steddie#pre steddie#time loop au#stranger things#Eddie Munson#steve harrington#drug mention#hurt/comfort#sorta
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YANDERE SILCO X READER X (kinda jinx)
Silco loves you,
That was quite known among the entire undercity, even before he had taken you to his compound, he always had sevika following you around when you worked in those factories, which alone was enough to make people scared of you. He deposited money in your account when he thought you were getting too thin, or he would secretly intercept any letters you would send to your mother complaining that you always felt like you were being watched
So when you were fired from your job completely on the random, he knew he had to take this opportunity. Jinx loved you, and she wanted you just as much as he did, so it was only natural.
You should've known better when you got an offer from Silco to work in his house the second you were fired, but you had been far too distraught over your current lack of employment. You especially should've known better when the letters kept coming from him even after you'd thrown out the first one.
Eventually, you had found that no one else was willing to hire you, which was such a surprise, as a woman, usually every business in the undercity wanted you as their own, having a good looking little thing like yourself attracted so much business. So when you went looking for a job, any job, and no one was even willing to let you in their building? You had become desperate.
So, you had to accept. You didn't know where to find the man, but generally you associated
The leaders of the undercity with that bar, the one your mother used to go to all the time. The Last Drop, When you had shown up, the loud club went silent. Immediately you were brought to his office, where he had a very personal conversation about what you would be doing for him.
It was simple really, he had known that if he hired you with no purpose you would grow suspicious, even fearful, so he simply told you that the head maid at his house lost her assistant, and she needed to train you into becoming a good little housemaid to help her.
And with what he was willing to pay you? Which by the way was far more than the head maid was being paid, you were more than willing to live here under the bar with him and his daughter.
Of course, his reputation precedes him and jinx, so you were more than scared of them, you avoided them like they were plague rats. On the occasion the head maid would send you up to bring him a cigar or some disgustingly fermented kind of alcohol, she knew what he thought of you, and she knew that the more he saw you, the higher her pay would be.
He watched you every day from the secret windows he had all across the place, and he had jinx and his head maid and savika take tabs on you, jinx had almost befriended ou at this point, after all she did know sooner or later you would end up being her little sister, she could be what Vi wasn't.
Usually, with the pay motivation, he would notice that cute little pep you had in your step everyday, wearing that little maid getup was so adorable, especially since it was made just for you. Of course when you were his he would dress you in the finest silks and linens, you didn't belong in the undercity, and he would make sure to dress like it. Generally you were very happy to do your job, a pleasant smile adorning your face.
Which was why today was so odd. You had woken up and gotten dressed as usual, but the maid had reported that you had stayed groggy all morning, and when Jinx had talked to you, you looked like you were about to cry. It was just so strange of you, even when you worked in that miserable factory while making only 2 cents an hour, you had always been so sweet, so happy.
That's why he was so worried about you today. He watched you bustle slowly in the kitchen, you had large dark circles and your nose had begun to sniffle, you were slouching heavily, and you let out the occasional cough. You looked bad. The last straw for him was watching you begin to doze off with a knife in your hand while chopping vegetables for breakfast.
You tensed up when he walked into the kitchen, but continued doing what the head maid had told you to do. She had made sure you wouldn't be too tense around silco by making you be around him every so often. Did Not make you any less fearful, you knew what he was capable of.
He watched you work, recording in his mind how out of sorts you'd begun to appear, your eyes were sagging closed on occasion, and your hands were shaking like you were freezing, even though it was perfectly warm in the kitchen. You were sick. That much was obvious, it only made sense, as there was some kind of flu going through piltover, and whatever illness happened there spread here, and it was always worse here.
“Are you feeling alright dear? You look… unwell” The scary man questioned in that scratchy voice of his that you'd grown quite fearful of by now. THe question itself made you perk up immediately, you didn't think you looked so bad, it brought fear to you, at your old work if they believed you were not in the right condition to earn them the most money it was very likely you would be fired… or beaten. You didn't think this man was above that.
“Yes sir. I’m just a little tired today.” you replied, continuing chopping the onion, this morning you chose to ignore the little tears it made you shed, not wanting to look weak in front of him. He rolled his eyes and watched as you fumbled with the knife, the head maid shouldn't be letting you do this on your own, especially since it would be so easy to just chop a finger off.
“I don't think you should be handling knives in your state darling, and you look far more than tired” He condescended, leaning over on the counter and watching you as you almost nicked yourself.
“No sir, I’m alright, I can work- I swear” you practically begged him, and continued your task for the head maid, you weren't really sure if doing this with him was okay, you weren't disobeying him, but it just felt wrong.
In a matter of seconds he was behind you, he had moved so swiftly that you hadn't even noticed his hands snaking under your arms, or his chest pressing against your back. It startled you, and It obviously didn't help that you weren't fully aware of yourself, as you were sick.
“I said, put the knife down, I wasn't asking. You are ill” He squeezed you and pulled the knife from your hands, tossing it to the side. It made a sharp clanging noise, he would have a talk with the maid about her letting you deal with such dangerous things, she knew not to. You turned around, only to let a sharp little gasp out, you hadn't realized the close proximity you were in with him at the moment, you barely talked to him, and this, this was more than you'd ever touched your own mother, let alone silco.
“I will call the doctor, you won't be working today”
You stared up at him, and he stared right back down at you, practically daring you to try and keep working, you didn't though, only stared, a little bit in fear, a little bit in anxiety for what he was going to do next. Nobody had ever showed this much concern over your wellbeing, with a sniffle you began to tear up.
You didn't even know why you were reacting this way to him, it was just so abnormal, so strange. But you just felt so drawn in by the way he looked at you, the way he looked like he actually cared, the way he held you. He was supposed to be the most dangerous man in the undercity.
It only took a few seconds for little tears speckling your eyes to turn into large awful globes of water flowing freely from your own. The more he looked at you the more you found yourself crying, it was embarrassing really. You just stood there crying as he stared down, his arms wrapped around you.
“I-I’m sorry sir i don't know- I don't know why this is happening, I-I think i might be a little sick I’m sorry I-” you stuttered out through your own heavy breathing, trying to explain anything and everything. His gaze slowly softened, and he held you tighter, you noticed.
“Do not apologize, usually I’m less understanding, but you- you're quite the exception” As he spoke his voice drew out any anger or sadness you had towards your old life, your old family, the life before you met him. His words only made your cries harder. Silco noticed the maid walk in from the corner of his eye, and then walk right back out after seeing whatever was happening here.
“I think it's time to reconsider your title here, darling”
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The next morning, Savika wasn’t surprised to find you sleeping in Silcos lap, dressed in a pale blue-silk nightgown as he did his morning work.
Savika wasn't surprised to see you wearing a diamond necklace with an S engraved on it
And she certainly wasn't surprised that Silco seemed to be in a much better mood.
After all…
Silco loves you.
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My daddy issues are screaming rn fr.
Anyone else just watch a show and then obsessively want to write like 30 fics on it? Just me? Ok nevermind.
Anywayyyyyy. If you have any ideas for little gay things with Vi or Jinx please be my guest, my inbox is open for those.
ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH HAVE A WONDERFUL WONDERFUL DAY TODAY.
#platonic obsession#platonic yandere#soft yandere#yandere platonic#yandere#yandere silco#yandere arcane#arcane#soft yandere silco#yandere jinx x reader#yandere silco x reader#yandere daddy#silco#arcane x you#arcane x female reader#arcane x reader#undercity#yandere arcane x reader#possessive#yandere powder#yandere platonic silco#maid reader
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do they eventually get married post-pandora?
yes!!
so, long story short, there is precedent for piglins being able to essentially I guess extradite foreign partners from prisons and hold them accountable in their own way (for techno, this means putting dream on house arrest in the arctic). it's not the best solution, and techno really doesn't like the idea of forcing dream to stay because a prison is still a prison even if it doesn't have bars, y'know? but phil convinced techno that this was better than just doing a prison break because this way no one else from the server could lawfully try to put dream back into prison.
the thing is, dream was imprisoned based on what the majority of the server wanted, right? laws are vary pretty greatly server from server and usually depend on the admin (or, in larger server cases, the admin and moderator team). but there are some laws that are universal across servers, and those laws basically hold more weight than server laws. and a lot of these laws are put in place to make sure different cultural customs are respected, most commonly when it pertains to partnership. especially committed partnership such as engagements or marriages.
so, techno's engagement to dream holds more weight than the server putting dream in prison.
when they announce this, there's obviously backlash. people don't want dream out of prison. people don't want dream and techno living together. people are scared of the possibility. people are denying it, saying it's a false claim or an illegitimate claim.
for an engagement to be considered legitimate, it needs to have at least two witnesses—one witness for the person proposing, and one witness for the person being proposed to. techno's witness is phil. dream's? well. of course bad was going to support dream by watching him during the duel. and bad's from the nether, okay? and he's pretty knowledgeable about the different nether cultures, including pigling courtship rituals. so, bad is dream's witness. he even confirmed he was the witness to techno and phil shortly after the duel cause they wanted to make sure the engagement was valid. it's not bad's fault that he didn't realize dream didn't mean to engage in a piglin courtship ritual.
so, the engagement is, by all accounts, legitimate. of course people still deny this, so they have to call in an off-server team that specializes in upholding the universal laws.
during all this, dream overhears that the reason he's being moved is because he's engaged to techno?? he stays quiet during it all because he's happy to get out of prison, but he is confused.
"why did you lie?" he asks techno later. "about us being engaged."
and it's then that everything kinda falls into place and becomes a mess. it's hard for both of them, okay? realizing there was an accidental engagement between them. they don't break it off, though, because they both know if they do then there's nothing stopping the server from dragging dream back to pandora.
listen. it takes a lot of time. dream has a lot of healing he has to do before he's ready to really consider commitment of any kind. but techno's gonna be there as long as dream wants him to be.
(he will reach that point, one day, and they'll get married and dream will realize that he found a home again, but it will take time).
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I feel like HypMic is at this weird point where they are lingering on how they want to proceed forward. I feel like the music for the 2nd DRB was very experimental, and I did appreciate that even if I didn't like all the music (except for that DragonAsh song tho that was ass LOL). It feels like KR is struggling with how to move forward with telling a story while using the voting system, as such they've kinda written themselves into a corner. Like it was obvious they wanted FP to win the 2nd DRB because it was needed for plot. But at the same time it really feels like the plot has slowed to a crawl at the same time, and between that and the music creeping away from rap you're kinda left with a feeling of disappointment overall. It esp hits harder when you're a fan of BAT and DH given how under utilized they still are in the grand scheme of things. But given how they placed them geographically it feels like yet another instance of KR accidentally writing them into a corner and struggling to rectify that so they can be more relevant but also make it make sense, idk. I still love Kuko no matter what even if the series is currently languishing. (it also doesn't help that there isn't really any unified fandom because of politics, too much content too fast, and people being so oshi-pilled they have no interest in touching content that doesn't interest them. Which again, sucks as BAT fan cuz we don't really have a translator solider for us.)
what’s really really annoying about that, is that it has been put out there that we’ve entered the third act in hypmic’s story and tho it’s not always necessarily the case, usually that means we are heading towards an end. and we are starting to see an end with a lot of og division plot threads so to be closer to the end than not and still having like a third of your cast floundering around is not good!!!!! at all lol!!!! unless there’s a max effort push to bring nagosaka into the fold, it really does feel like nagosaka, no matter what, will feel under utilised
hypmic’s slow to come plot bombs have been a staple since the beginning so i’m not mad at it, esp since i suspect those long waits have something to do with production values and making the next shiny, economically stimulating thing lol, but you’re right about it not being great rn when everything else is not great lol
but i will say hypmic has its formulas. like the way first solos were surface level character introduction raps and the second solos went into depth, for the og divisions, their first drb and preceding dramas were introductory and the 2nd drb dramas really dug deep into them. so hopefully the same will happen for nagosaka when the 3rd drb drama hits them lol 🤞
#vee got an ask#thedragonofbadasstemple#oh a fellow showdown hater!!!!!!!!!! it feels so good to not be alone in that LOL#if bp hadn’t been followed by rhyme anima’s hit or miss songs maybe the conversation around hypmic’s music would be different ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#like i’m still banking on 3rd drb being pairs battles in order to bring nagosaka further into the fold#bbbat has ichiro and his goals mtcdh has rei and what doesn’t fpmtr have lol but yeah#with true hypnosis mic as end goal that also sets the people who have been affected by the true hypnosis mic on individual pairs as well#kuukou sasara and yotsutsuji via jakurai plot beats i mean#so bc i can see potentials of where things can go i’m not yet at a point where i’m ready to concede defeat lol#i’m frustrated lol!!!!!!! but unless those potentials are gone i do still believe lmao#i don’t want to put it out there that nagosaka are cash grab divisions but sometimes they got me wondering if i fr fell for the scheme lol
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What are your opinions on our Lord and Savior Gywn?
He didn't save SHIT!! He took the perfectly (?) functioning humanity and ruined it! Look at it, it got Hollowing!!
Okay, I am making the 'Marika is a MILF Gwyn' jokes here and there, but 1) Marika is a bit more of a straight up cold and mean person, all things considered 2) Yet she still has enough nuance, and a lot of her actions might be written on reasonable fears and 3) Gwyn is even MORE nuanced than Marika, from what I have concluded so far! Laurence is a similar kind of sinner too. Comparison of the characters that share a trope is helpful for my thought process, so bear with me a little! With Marika I see a more direct disdain and fear before the very nature of life, cyclic and treacherous, uncontrollable, being meant to perish one day but with new life sprouting from it, and thus doing lovely things like shunning Crucible-related lifeforms. With Laurence, we have enough evidence so far that beasthood was not created by Healing Church but something already lingering in the human code after Pthumerians and Loran, so ambition to seize and control it it was risky but understandable!
But with Gwyn, we are confirmed that human nature itself is dark, undesirable an terrifying, as well as how he sorta had the chance to see it 'in action' during uniting with humans to take war on dragons. And also in Dark Souls the cyclic nature of Ages is just a fact, and it would make sense that should Age of Dark come, he and his family would be the first to go as beings of Light. It is a combination of things: his kind being in true danger and not just "risking to lose power", the treacherourness of how political allyship simply works (your today's ally country against the common enemy could tomorrow ally with someone else to start the war on YOU) and simply the not-so-metaphorical horrors of the Dark itself! is not a speculation, the dangers are RIGHT here!
Gwyn messed the natural order of humanity in a way that I personally dislike and express it on multiple occasions: trying to get rid of what's barbaric and dangerous yet natural and not accepting that there is no light without shadow, or life without death. But I also feel sympathetic because he had a legit reason to fear the darkness within men. In is not as much philosophical but a literal concept in Dark Souls lore. He acted out of fear, backed up with a precedent, and it brought the ruin to himself and everyone else. Writing this I'd say he sorta falls for the type of a person I can only like in fiction but resent in reality. I guess I don't need to explain what kind of people this is, paranoid "but for a valid reason", being "preventive" with their drastic measures.. Good intentions path to hell self-fulfilling prophesy blablabla. His specieism doesn't help his case in the slighest. Ironically, all extremely human behavior of him!
(LOL thank you based Goldmask as usual xddd) At the same time, he is not entirely corrupt with the power he seized and used to strip humanity of what was natural for them; he, in the end, committed to what he believed was better for everyone and sacrificed HIMSELF too. I can respect the cunning and machiavellian person who, in the end, is above the vanity of a 'savior' and can give themselves too, not only others. He also did share his power with some humans, showing that he can take kinda benevolent choices even with those he fears. Yeah, part of calculated risk could be there; dude gave the city and his daughter to the Pygmy to, again, preemptively avoid some animosity. But in the case with the four kings, did he HAVE to? Or Seath for that matter, who is a dragon, another species he doesn't like?
I find it hard to detect 'truly' corrupt people in Soulsborne setting in general, and yeah we can fiddle with 'nuanced character' and 'everyone is morally grey' forever and never discover THE big bad we'd love to hate. But, out of those big bads, I think he deserves the benefit of being seen as a way more nuanced character than the corrupt leader the most! It is the case where he should not have done anything, but also should not have NOT done anything.. Soulsborne is eager with placing characters in a position and knowledge where every choice is wrong and they just pick a poison for themselves (and everyone else xd). Jokes about "haha people in power moment" are still mostly jokes for me. He is sympathetic in a way not like I think I'd have done the same (let's be real, I revel in darkness gfjjghk) but in a way where I understand too much to feel negative 🤔
#though you can NOT take my word since I apologize aldrich and mico lmao#dark souls#dark souls 1#gwyn lord of cinder#I say all this but after writing all this I feel like liking him more xd#closer examination helps!#also sorry this is not my average infodump essay I just need more time!#i try to cram more DS lore in my brain but it gives me 'STORAGE FULL REMOVE SOME BB/ER LORE' error gghhh#again I just need (more eyes on my brain) time xd#also am I tripping or I had ask about Gael too?#i need to fix my inbox its so broken#but also yes advantage of asking my DS opinions is that they're ACTUAL opinions#and not autism xd#ask replies
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Indya had to GET liberated she wasn't initially. Sex was her drug of chose for coping with a lot of her childhood trauma. The added benefit and learned behavior were if a nigga going fuck, then he needs to pay one way or another. And yes, she financially had independence because of it but at what cost? I think those are the things she worries about with Indira. The lure and attraction to money and material things at the cost of possibly missing out on a deeper connection with someone. Kinda like what happened with Rahul. But I digress because sis is just being Mama bear atm she doesn't even know how deep the rabbit hole goes, if it's even deep at all. Indira isn't talking.
My question is what was the president for her mindset, because there usually is one? Like growing up poor, seeing your mom used and abused, experiencing abuse etc. Now, I'm not saying the girlies can't just like sex AND getting the bag. It's just why is being liberated always sexually synonymous with endless partners, shallow relationships and self-centeredness? Or is that just one of the symptoms of individualism culture?
Me, after reading first sentence:
*reads the rest*
I very much (and of course purposely) simplified Indya's lifestyle. She was about getting the bag and getting the D but it came from a very ugly place in her history. A place that Indira doesn't have (because The Drakes have done an excellent job parenting their kids and growing first and foremost!). So why is Indya so scared? Her liberation was a process, yes, but she got there. If this is Indira's path, she gets to skip ahead a few steps.... right?
Or....
If we take away all the negative pieces and, like you said, its about getting the bag and getting the D, is it really that bad of a thing? I don't know...
There has to be a 2023 good version of what Indya went through prior tothe bad 2015 shit....
"My question is what was the precedent for her mindset, because there usually is one?"
What if, and hear me out....
Version A: She was really digging muscle head, and this hurt her and humiliated her more than she let on. And now she's equated head-in-the-bathroom/sex with these gigantic fucking rims/money.
Version B: This experience became a core memory but it wasn't because of a sex and money correllation but more of a men-are-fucking-wack-so-imma-get-them-for-their-coins-and-bust-a-nut-or-two-while-i'm-at-it journey
I don't know where I be going, but I know I be stirring the fuck outta this pot.....
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my whb progress
as of nov. 11, 2023
i feel like i should've done this when i finished chapter 4 like weeks ago but better late than never ig
general info
lvl: 31
status: f2p
when i started: launch (10/03 my timezone)
ver: erolabs
team setup
post-halloween event my team consists of 5 light chars, 1 some other element (usually either leraye, belial, or paimon)
before that though i did use marbas before minhyeok, though sadly i'll probably rarely use marbas or any of the healers in the future since the artifacts when they work properly heal faster :')
here's my team in action!
here's everyone with their lvls and artifacts!
skill lvls: (normal attack-ultimate-passive)
mammon (cake): 4-4-4
mammon (selfie): 1-3-1
satan (selfie): 1-4-1
beelzebub (selfie): 1-3-1
leraye: 1-3
minhyeok: 1-3
secret club
i mainly focus on mammon, so i'll just be showing those here. i'm 1 story away from completing mammon (cake)'s and 2 stories away from completing mammon (selfie)'s!
materials
i do the absolute bare minimum for dailies and weeklies nowadays. since most of my chars are higher than lvl20 i've just been focusing on unholy board for most of the time i've been playing. as much as i wanna focus on skills i'm kinda held back by the game's very limited access to pies (you can only get them in shop + it's the rng boxes most of the time). hopefully there'll be more options to get pies that aren't purely dependent on rng in the future 😔🙏
i also wish candies weren't rng either, or there is rng but also an option to exchange one type of candy for another. as shown above i have absolutely way too many candies for the other kings and almost none for mammon :'))) the grind truly never ends
overall thoughts / reflection
this section is just something for me to look back on when i do a progress post again in the future. i'll break this down into sections so i can stay consistent with laying out all my thoughts. also this won't be spoiler-free
STORY
i find it somewhat interesting? i can't really put in a bunch of input since we've only explored one of the many areas of hell. i set my game to have a male mc, and there's still a lot of issues with making pronouns consistent :'). i do have a few cgs missing despite completing all the chapters that are out currently but those missing ones might be for future chapters so idk (kinda bothers me a bit to see missing cgs despite completing everything). unholy board stories are also ok? it's pretty tedious to get through so many objectives for only a little bit of story and also all the h-scenes and devil's tango bits in unholy board stories are written like they were made for wattpad lol
GAMEPLAY
tl;dr very tedious lol
addressing the elephant in the room, i'm aware there's still a lot of bugs. i won't be going too in-depth about them since they're only temporary and didn't make that much of a significance towards my overall gameplay so far (aside from the leather gloves not working, but that got fixed in the halloween patch).
i'm glad we have autoclear in resource stages but i wish we had autoclear in story stages as well (and in the future event stages too). it would also be nice if there was an autoplay feature, though that's more of a personal preference since a lot of games i play have that option and i don't get bored from doing everything manually.
the 6-7 stages in chapter 4 seemed a bit unnecessary? the story itself is rather short so i guess i can understand why they would wanna pan out as much playtime as possible, but at a certain point it does get really boring and demotivating to progress. it also sets a certain precedent for future chapters, if the battles in between each small bit of story keep slowly increasing how many stages will chapter 10 have? chapter 20? i honestly would've preferred 3 battles in between each story, or if you're gonna have 5 battles in between each story, have some of the story in those battles. aside from the tutorial, an example would be in chapter 3 right as the angels attacked the hospital and mammon took mc out with him to fight (3-73). those battles could've 1. gave a tutorial on how to use mammon and 2. talk about how strong he is like in the story right after those battles (3-79).
on a different note, i wish the "meta" wasn't so skewed towards all the l cards. as i progressed through the story i would look up guides on bilibili, only to find that most if not all the guides are heavily dependent on l cards (and levi which is the only king i don't have 💀💀), only non-l card would usually be leraye 💀. it also feels a bit unbalanced considering light and dark are usually the recommended element for every battle and can go against literally every element including their own. i wish there would be more opportunities for other elements and characters to shine and hold up well so that even if you don't have certain l cards, you can progress through the game just as well as those with the certain l cards
RESOURCES
i briefly mentioned this while going through the materials i currently have but i wish a lot of them weren't so rng heavy. it really adds to making the game tedious especially when you have to level multiple devils of the same element. having a resource stage for candies and pies would be great. it would also be great to not make everything so expensive ㅠㅠ 116 gems for one (1) candy?? a multi of red keys costing almost 2k gems?? atp i just focus on leveling up rather than getting pulls
GACHA
after the whole 'minhyeok needing yellow keys' situation i've just been hoarding keys and using gems on stuff like ap since i have nothing else to really use them for aside from pies. the gacha rates seem really,,,, sad, and the fact that the bloodshed cards banner is p2w only sucks, which kind of makes me worry for future cards being released. i got pretty lucky with getting both mammon's signature artifacts, as it's one of the requirements to progress through unholy board, but other than that i never really had the best of luck with any of my pulls. i got minhyeok at hard pity, and it took idek how long to get leraye, my conclusion is just that my luck sucks in this game lol
#i just wanna get to tartaros and then ill retire#tartaros is really the only one that interests me but im biased i love mammon too much lol#the most normal mammon simp fr#fbj rambles#whb
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A Few More Minutes
Sam and Tara get trapped by Ghostface... Probably not the best time for Tara to have an Asthma Attack.
Author’s notes: I was inspired by @autism-swagger post about Tara’s asthma in scream 6 kinda outlined this.
This is my first time writing so idk if its anything people will like so good luck ig.
I probably dragged this out too much.
Just Sam and Tara being well Sam and Tara.
Word count: 3871
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Sam and Tara had left their apartment rather early in the morning. More like Sam had a plan to get out of the house before Tara woke up. But in usual Samantha Carpenter style things never went as planned and Tara was miraculously up already and Sam acquired her presence anyway.
She didn’t mind her company of course, she just didn’t want to pull Tara down the path she was heading. But Tara being well- Tara would not take no for an answer and rushed to get ready.
Moving to New York was not the fresh start Sam had hoped it would be, Rather her reputation or persevered reputation preceded her to the big city where everyone had their opinions. Some were sympathetic to the young woman who had tragically been caught up in a legacy bestowed upon by her estranged father who died before she was even born. While others believed that Sam was Billy reincarnated and was meant to finish what he had started all those years ago, much believing in the story that Richie and Amber had tried to create.
Sam knew little to nothing about her father besides of course the conspiracy and movies about him. That wasn’t enough for her. Of course she didn't set out to miraculously find out he was a great guy and was just misunderstood as most cliche villains would be- she knew that wasn’t the truth. Her father was no villain, he was true evil but despite that and even if she hated to admit it- he was still a prominent part of her and she was desperate for some identity outside of ghostface.
Tara during the transition was- well, again, Tara. She didn’t say much about moving. She didn’t say much about anything as a matter of fact. She was just happy to once again be with her sister. After basically fending for herself ever since Sam left she was having a hard time adjusting to having a helicopter parent. She would never admit it but having Sam be there for her, especially when she didn’t want her to be, was something she could never find the words to thank her for. Tara didn’t deal too much with her past in the new city. She didn’t want to live in the past. It was too painful to remember the town of Woodborough. Everything she had gone through and all before the ghostface attacks. She’d rather forget it all. Some people were curious but rarely cruel, or maybe she never gave them the chance to be, Tara avoided people like the plague. The only time you would find Tara in any social situation is if she was about 3 shots too gone which is what led to Sam’s alleged stalking.
But at the end of the day Tara would always be with Sam, as long as Sam would have her of course.
Even with that being said Tara found it extremely difficult to be blindly led by her older sister into a psycho’s lair. Yes, Tara knew she asked for this when she volunteered herself as Sam’s companion for the day and yes Tara could at any point leave and go back to the safety of their apartment but she’s made it this far right?
“I don’t know, maybe we should go back home?” Tara sheepishly suggested her feet planted firmly on the sidewalk outside the abandoned movie theater. She knew why they were there, she knew Sam wanted answers, she just wished the answers didn't have to be so creepy.
“T, I told you not to come, I’ll call Kirby to come and get-” “No. You’re not going alone.” The girls bantered walking up to the entrance.
The lair was exactly the same as the first time they were there. When Gale had brought them looking for insight on who the newest masked freaks were. To no avail, it was just a ganky collection of Ghostface memorable. Pieces from the killers and victims. An unsettling tomb of whatever screwed up legacy Billy had started.
Tara knew Sam had been itching to come back, alone, she saw the way Sam gawked at her father’s robe, the knife he had used to murder people. She saw Sam’s need for answers and Tara knew she didn’t understand and she knew couldn’t understand which is why she didn’t want to get in between Sam and the answers she was looking for.
They crept their way through the shrine and Tara started to get uneasy. Everything about this gave her the untimely shiver of impending doom. It was almost as if every step brought her closer to the end of her being. She slid her hands over the display cases filled with bloody artifacts to some infamous murders and innocent victims, who, just as herself, had been brutally attacked. She was surprised that nothing of hers ended up behind the glass walls to be shown off like a trophy.
At the head of the room were the costumes, the same ones that made Tara shutter at the sight of even if it was nothing more than a costume at a party. Her eyes fell on Amber’s. Someone who had not crossed the oh so complicated mind of Tara Carpenter in a long time. A weighted rope had wrapped itself tightly around Tara’s heart and given into gravity. She didn’t want to think about Amber, the worst part of Woodsborough.
She noticed Sam in the center once again examining her father’s robe, she just couldn’t understand any of this, and quite frankly she didn't want to. It was becoming all too much for Tara.
“Sam, I don't feel well.” she said taking two puffs of her rescue inhaler, cursing herself for not using her orange one earlier in the morning, the one that prevented asthma attacks.
“Okay, Just a few more minutes and we'll get out of here.” Sam said concern glistening in her eyes but she was too close to turn around now- surly tara would be fine if they stuck around for a few minutes more.
Tara nodded, agreeing that a few more minutes wouldn’t kill her, she walked around the theater trying to find more theatrical attributes rather than the homicidal ones she was far too familiar with. She wandered past the wretched museum into the old concessions rooms looking at the abandoned candy trying to pinpoint a possible year of extinction for the theater.
She ran her fingers through the dust again causing her to cough again. Tara should’ve known better than to be stirring up dust when she was already at a disadvantage for the day.
The youngest Carpenter had been looking at an old movie’s reel, trying to make sense of the little pictures in the frame holding them up to the light. She heard something behind her fall and she jumped to attention slowly turning around. To see absolutely nothing.
I'm losing my mind. Tara thought to herself, after all the shit she’s been through, she thinks it finally got to her.
And got to her it indeed did. The next time Tara heard a suspicious noise she once again contributed it to her new found psychosis and hallucinations. Until it was no longer a hallucination she could write off but instead a menacing Ghostface who had grabbed her from behind.
Tara let out an ungodly scream before laying a blow to the reaper’s stomach with her elbow and kicking at their knee. In which she was freed enough to take a running start and right into Sam’s arms.
The two Carpenter sisters now found themselves one again being chased down by a robed figure. They raced to navigate the halls of the abandoned movie theater trying to escape.
Tara was not faring well to begin with and definitely not now with this whole running situation. She miserably tried to keep up with Sam running- stumbling was more like it. Her breathing was unsteady, panic glistened over her as she tried to keep up. While they had only been running a few minutes her anxiety coming face to face with a reaper once again was an accelerant for disaster and was taking a toll on her.
“Sam” the younger sister gasped, reaching out for the taller girl “I-” Tara coughed.
Sam turned to the smaller girl chopping her step, Tara was hunched down at the waist, hands on her knees as she tried to stabilize her breathing.
This was all her own fault Tara thought to herself, if she wasn’t so instant on going then she would’ve remembered her inhaler this morning. Then again if she hadn’t been there then Sam would’ve been with Ghostface alone and without warning.
Everything burned. Her lips were dry and her mouth felt chalky, usually meaning it was time for an inhaler dose and possibly even something stronger. Her throat was on fire as if it was trying to burn a way to breathe for her. Sam grabbed her wrist pulling the girl with her as she heard the clatter of Ghost Face getting closer to them.
The next time the girls came to a stop was about 20 seconds later when Sam felt the tug of Tara hitting the ground, before she had only felt the staggering of the smaller girl which was enough for her to keep Tara in tow.
“Tara!” Sam yelled for her attention as the youngest carpenter grasped at her chest in a desperate attempt to let air in.
“T, calm down. You gotta try to calm down.” Sam rubbed circles into the girl's back while trying to pull her back up and failing Tara’s legs struggling to support her.
“You can’t out run me forever” Tara’s eyes found her sister’s, filled with tears and pure fear across her face. For the first time Sam was really forced to take in her appearance. Her lips tinted white with sweaty glistening skin over the color she had lost making her look ghostly.
Sam tugged Tara up yet again, this time taking the little breath she had left. She had to do something, there was no way Sam would let GhostFace get to Tara. Forcing the smaller girl to her feet and starting running once again, as fast as she possibly could she was basically dragging the girl who could only be heard by the rapsiness of her gasps. Then she spotted it, the storage room in which she had earlier caught Chad and Tara in successfully cockblocking them… again. She basically threw the younger girl in the room and barricaded the door with a shelving unit. Surveying it for anything useful as a means for defense with no luck.
Tara’s face had taken on an unnatural tone. She choked on her coughs. No matter how hard she tried she simply could not get air in. It seemed impossible.
Her mind was panicked. She could not go out like this. So miserably choking on her own inability to properly breathe. She could not die running from the fool who thought it was a good idea to dress up as her ex girlfriend, her sister’s father, a complete psycho.
She did not survive Amber’s attack to die like this. She did make this far to die because she couldn’t remember one day’s dose of medication. She couldn’t die. She wasn’t ready.
“Your inhaler” Sam questioned as Tara hadn’t already thought of that. Sam patted her pockets and then checked the younger girl’s she knew Tara just had. She watched her put it in her pocket. She never left her house without it. And the extra one was in Sam’s backpack- of course the one she had tossed at the sound of Tara encountering Ghostface. Sam’s face dropped as she realized the inhaler simply wasn’t there, she grabbed her phone to use as a flashlight hoping it had just fallen out when she pushed the younger girl in. No such luck.
The stutter in Tara’s chest caught Sam’s attention again. Making her give up hope on the inhaler and resort to an escape plan. She pulled out her phone once again and found the previous texting chat.
Core Four
Sam: Trapped in the theater, Ghostface has us pinned in the storage closet.
Chad: We’re two blocks away, Mindy is on the phone with 911
Sam: Tara is bad- Asthma Attack- please hurry
Sam breathed a few moments of relief before the shuddering of her sister demanded her attention.
“Okay Tara, hold on a few more minutes.” Sam cooed, pulling her in close.
Sam could hear Ghostface clattering around in the halls looking for his next victims.
“Tara, Tara, Tara..” The voice menaced.
“Making me pick up after you, did your mother not teach you to pick up after yourself- oh right.” Tara was barely able to keep the focus on anything but her desperate need for air. She barely even processed what the menace was taunting her for.
Sam tried to keep Tara calm as the threats got louder.
“Well, at least I know you won’t get very far.” He threatened. Almost as if on cue Tara had let out a violent cough causing her body to shake. Sam quickly covered her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sound and not give away their location.
Tara was fading in and out; she could only see the outlines of the things around her, and her ears started to ring on top of the pounding of her heart instead of processing the sounds around her. SHe felt the strong arms around her body and the hands covering her mouth. She needed air and these hands in her way were not productive.
Sam cringed at her primal impulse to pull her arms away from her face.
The innate instinct to protect her airway.
Sam only held her tighter stiffening up against the wall.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Sam kept whispering in her sister’s ear as she clawed at her. She felt Tara’s heart on her forearm, beating so hard it threatened to burst out of her chest and the way Tara’s breaths were pulling on her palms erratically and the exhaled air making them feel sweaty.
All Sam could do was cry.
She never wanted to hurt Tara, She wanted nothing more than to let her go and comfort her, but she knew if she did that they’d be moments from discovery and they were at a disadvantage.
I’m so sorry was all she could say before it was a blubbering mess.
A few more seconds had passed Tara weakly pried and then dropped her arms to her sides. Her head dropped back into Sam’s shoulders and Sam felt the smaller girl’s weight fall into her. She slowly slid down the wall now sitting with Tara hoisted up between her legs. Slowly moving her hands away from Tara’s face and pulled her in closer, putting her head to her chest- hoping she would still hear her heart. Which she did. She noticed her blood-tinged lips and Sam’s hands. She sobbed as Tara continued to take uneven breaths and let out quiet gasps.
“I’m so sorry baby girl.” The guilt ate at her. It was a normal occurrence for Sam- knowing that all of this had happened because of her, if she had never found that diary, if she had never confronted her mom, if she never mentioned her real father then Tara would not be suffering the way she was.
They wouldn’t be stuck in a supply closet of a freak’s shrine of psychos.
“Oh Samantha, you thought you could hide from me.” Ghostface teased and was extremely close to the sound of it. Oh how badly she needed the others right now, there was no way to get out, and no way to protect Tara.
She heard the crunch of plastic outside the door “Oops” Ghostface muttered undoubtedly crushing the younger girl’s inhaler that he had discovered earlier. Sam slowly slid out from under Tara gently lowering her to the ground. She grabbed the rod she had found in the room earlier, it wasn’t much of anything, mostly likely a discarded mop or broomstick. But it was a last-ditch effort for Sam to defend herself. She positioned herself on the other side of the door waiting for the menace to step in.
She heard the doorknob jingle. Still blocked by the shelves.
Sam was panicking. Her ears started ringing and all she could do was prepare herself for yet another dance with the devil. She tried to remain focused on the now pushing door; it wasn't until the shelf was knocked over that Sam was zoned in and swung her “weapon”.
“Woah,” he said, catching the rod before it made contact with him.
“This is- um Inventive,” he said finally entering the room. Sweaty.
“Chad?” Sam questioned coming down from the adrenaline that had instinctively been released in her system.
She rushed over to Tara.
“Is he gone?” She questions pulling Tara’s limp body up from the ground and struggling to support her.
“I think so.” Chad said, quick to help Sam pick Tara up.
He reached for his pocket uncovering an orange inhaler. Which Tara clearly hadn’t used this morning if Chad had it. She looked down and saw the blue one crushed to pieces in the hall and shook her head.
“It’s too late for that- we have to get her to a hospital.” Sam rushed him out the door. Mindy came running up to them.
“There’s no one here” She huffed out trying to catch her breath and for the first time Sam had heard the sirens all around the building. The police must’ve scared them off so she tried to rationalize.
Chad carried Tara bridal style out of the building and straight to the stretcher. Tara was ghostly white and her lips started to tint blue. Chad shuddered at how lifeless she felt in his arms.
Sam dodged the police and reporters who had gathered around asking her what had happened.
She hopped into the ambulance as the paramedics worked on his sister urgently.
Sam sat impatiently in the waiting room of the ER. Chad and Mindy there, somehow Kirby and Gale also made it there. Honestly it was all a haze to Sam.
“Tara Carpenter.” The Doctor called out to the room of eagerly waiting family members, Sam was up in an instant.
“I'm her sister.” She begged the Doctor for him to say that Tara was okay.
“Tara went into respiratory distress earlier, as a result of her asthma, luckily we don’t believe she suffered any permanent damage to her brain and she shouldn’t have any long lasting effects but we definitely want to keep her overnight to be sure. Just a few more minutes and we could’ve been having a very different conversation.” The doctor explained. A wave of relief washed over the group. This wasn’t Tara’s first close call but it was definitely the closest in a long time.
“But the blood” Sam mentioned to the doctor, as she raised her hands as proof. “X-rays are clear, just some popped capillaries from all the coughing.” He added placing a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulders.
The older girl rushed to Tara’s room, her sister set up a heart monitor and oxygen though she was steadily breathing again. Sam stood frozen at the foot of her bed. Kirby made her way into the room leaving the others in the hallway.
“Sam…” She started. “She’s okay. You saved her.”
“I didn’t fucking save her Kirby, I almost killed her.” Sam shook her head. Her palms striking her temples. Still stained with some of Tara’s blood.
“I put my hands over her mouth. I could feel her fighting me. I suffocated her.” Sam cried, pulling her hands into view.
“You did not suffocate her, you saved her. You did what you had to do to save her.” Kirby pulled Sam’s hands down and held them. She pulled her into her arms hearing what had happened in that room for the first time.
Kirby had basically adopted the Carpenter duo as her own, she made them her responsibility even if they all liked to pretend that Sam and Tara had everything under control.
It was easy for Kirby to come in and help. It was easy for Sam to let herself go in the agent’s presence. It was even easier for Tara to relate to Kirby and accept the advice that she would offer even if it was the same advice Sam would suggest- It must’ve sounded different coming from the older girl.
“She didn’t even want to be there, she asked me to leave and I- I made her stay” Sam continued to cry into her ‘older sisters’ chest.
It wasn’t long until Sam composed herself and put on her brave face for the rest of the group and they all gathered around in Tara’s room. Sam next to her bed of course rubbed circles into the smallest girl’s hand.
Tara had regained some color, still much paler than her usual complexion, but better than before. Her lips were once again pink and she had lost the gleam of sweat. All to the group's relief.
No one dared to leave even as the early hours of the morning threatened to trap them in the hospital.
Soon the silence was broken by Chad offering himself to get chips and snacks from the vending machines which he would later regret because
A) he used all of his cash
and B) Girls are too ‘particular’.
The group shared jokes and conversations trying to move on from the earlier events and living more in the moments they were all together. They had grown quite the roar almost as if they were in the sister’s apartment and it was a casual Friday night. Arguing over what M&M flavor tasted the best with Sam reluctant to admit she thought they all tasted the same because- well didn’t they?
First there was a cough. It came from the smallest member of the group. They all stopped mid debate, assessing the situation. They watched as she stirred in her bed sitting up frantically and coughing “SAM” she yelled between her coughs.
“Tara” Sam grabbed her. “It’s okay, breathe, you’re alright” Sam cooed.
Tara took in her environment no longer in a dark dusty theater but rather in a bright antiseptic room surrounded by the worried faces of her friends, Family.
She took a deep breath in, she was sore but it didn’t burn, she was able to breath without a fight. She relaxed into Sam’s touch.
“Jesus christ I never want to do that again.” She chuckled. After a pause of her remembering the earlier events. Everyone laughed.
“Glad to see you’re doing better.” Kirby grabbed the girl’s knee in support.
They continued the night moving onto the next candy flavor they could debate about. After of course Tara added that the blue M&M is the best tasting one. And Sam could not have been more grateful to hear such ridiculous words come out of her mouth. They were okay, Sam prayed to stay like this at least for a few more minutes.
#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#sam and tara#chad meeks martin#mindy meeks martin#kirby reed#scream 6#fanfic#scream 5
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Tagged by @chayscribbles here and @tisiphonewolfe here. Thank you💜 I still have a few more of those to catch up on.
Passing the tag gently onto: @space-writes @sarandipitywrites @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @sleepyowlwrites with the words: red, hide, sheet, face.
Looking into the 35k of The Prince's Shadow, which I've written this month.
From @chayscribbles: fall, red, tree, and, chill
FALL
“By all accounts the changes forced upon his Sword by the demon are not reversible.”
“When you say ‘changes’…”
“Primarily, the fact that he channels Five Elements.”
Erya narrowed her eyes, the implications quick to fall into place.
“You attribute it to the demon.”
“Of course.” Right, of course she would. Only the Sun King may channel the Five Elements, yadda, yadda. Erya failed to comprehend how for someone so intelligent and level-headed, blind faith still took precedent over scientific facts.
RED
A servant in blue-on-silver livery announced Erya, and Anthea turned away from the tall window, drawing the curtains closed. She floated across the room in her floor-length gown the colour of red wine, nodded her greetings to Erya, and started tending the samovar.
Erya took her usual armchair and watched her leisurely. At this distance, she couldn’t make out the details of her features, only the graceful silhouette and the fluid movements. Anthea was tall and slender, and moved like a fencer or a dancer, stepping lightly and with perhaps a bit more flourishes than necessary. Erya allowed herself a small smile. Too soon Anthea put two steaming glasses on the game table and took her seat.
TREE
“How’s the life of an enlisted treating you? Honestly now,” Gullin asked, pulling away from that train of thoughts.
Lissan pouted at his tone, but answered nevertheless:
“Kinda lonely. It’s tedious to be asked about the same stuff by everyone I meet. And if another guy asks me about the scars instead of proper foreplay, I swear I’m going to give him the full version, with all the gory details.”
Gullin snorted, imagining the face the poor sod would pull.
“So what’s this one from?” He poked towards the inch-long, pale line on the left side of Lissan’s jaw. As far as he was aware, it had always been there. Lissan intercepted his hand effortlessly without breaking eye contact, and pushed it to the side.
“I fell off a tree when I was seventeen or so,” he deadpanned.
CHILL
Dusk fell around Erya as she stood at the edge of the cold, deserted clearing. Gullin’s gateway had closed a long time ago. She should have jumped in, in retrospect, just like she followed him in on the Gateway Isle. She wrapped the Cloak of Shadow tighter around her shoulders as the chill sneaked past the layers of her uniforms. The ancient fabric snagged on the bushes, but she trusted it to not get damaged — it was unbelievably sturdy, as if the legends themselves kept it whole.
~*~
From @tisiphonewolfe: afraid, lean, and home.
AFRAID
“Are you afraid of me too?”
The question was soft, intoned like a statement. Like he knew the answer already, and as much as Gullin wanted to protest, he hesitated, and then it was too late.
“And don’t lie to me. Ever.” Lissan’s demand was bitter, the tone almost unpleasant, and yet perfectly understandable.
“I promise,” Gullin said solemnly, not daring to hope that it got him off the hook.
It didn’t.
“So? My question stands.”
LEAN (Erya seems to be doing a lot of leaning)
She leant back casually, watching Anthea flip through Lissander’s file. It was slim, befitting a cadet who hadn’t gone through even the most basic Academy assessment. The bulk of it focused on his background, and especially his family. Erya pushed her spectacles up her nose, recalling the contents.
The brat was exactly as he appeared. Born and raised in Beetletun, which was south-east from the Siltwood outpost in Aritia and some twenty miles from the First Princedom’s southern border. He attended the local school and spent the rest of his time working as a farmhand or otherwise supporting his family. He had never travelled, never owned or leased land, there was absolutely nothing interesting about him. He was what, forty-one, forty-two? For Elements’ sake, he was just a kid.
HOME (Gullin convalescing from a concussion)
“Have you had breakfast?” Ianim changed tack.
“You aren’t my orderly.”
“No, but it’s been less than a day, and she’s had enough of you already.” It was a mild exaggeration. Ianim had run into Trinnis on the way and of course paused to exchange pleasantries and learn what to be prepared for. She informed him that bed rest did not do Gullin well. Ianim decided, he liked her attitude.
“Fine. Yes, she got me breakfast already. If the poetry is for you, what do I get?”
“My company. At least until the afternoon, since I promised to visit home this week.” Ianim flashed him a smile and was very glad to see it reflected.
Gullin chuckled.
“Charmer.”
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Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟupdated 1/25 ❤︎
18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 26/27 chapters | wip| word count: pending.
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♡ see the "holiday special" ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [new 12/5] ♡
girl falls first; racoon falls harder.
On the mornings after nights built on nightmares — nights when Rocket has spent hours haunted, or bitter, or weeping — there’s always something different than usual. If there’s sex, Rocket’s touch is lighter: more careful. He makes Jolie come relentlessly, like he’s trying to make up for all of his own past hurts by filling her with more bliss than she can bear. There’s less teasing, and more ragged reverence. He might not call her names, but if he does, they sound holy: slut uttered in the same tone that someone else might say saint. He doesn’t let her touch him on those rotations, and he doesn’t come till he’s satisfied that she can’t possibly have another orgasm left in her.
If there isn’t sex, everything is the opposite. He’ll take whatever physical comfort she can think to give him: slow, soothing strokes along his back, full-body embraces, comforting kisses on his shoulders and face and chest and hands. One morning, as he lies on his stomach with his chin resting on folded forearms, she strokes his tail. He closes his eyes, and shudders, and melts, so she strokes it again and again, wrapping her fingers around the silky appendage and letting it run through her hand like a waterfall, over and over. They lay like that for a dozen-dozen minutes. Longer.
But the nightmares don’t come often anymore. Instead, most mornings are full of laughter or stories, and mocking, and tinkering and sketching, and cups of coffee that one of them brings down to share.
And yeah, of course, more sex.
The Guardians take more jobs, make more units, save more people. Make more art — more versions of Rocket, more golden jump-points. Groot grows taller and lankier and somehow even moodier. Gamora and Pete grow more transparently in love. They all squabble and tease and fuck and fight. And whenever Rocket touches her, Jolie grows more certain that he does love her after all, even if he can’t say it.
[NEW 1/25]✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XXVI. The Other Side of the Window. in which old friends are reunited. ❤︎
i'm crying in fear of the final chapter update in like a week and a half. god i've put so much stupid love into this silly thing. thank you for all your support and for taking part in this with me so far. i truly could not be more grateful ~♡
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Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.
slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).
let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon
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Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.
Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.
Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.
Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.
Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.
Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units.in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.
Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.
Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”
Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.
Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.
Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.
Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.
Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.
Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.
Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.
Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.
Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.
Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.
Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.
Chapter XX. Some Nerve. *in which an ultimatum is given.
Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.
Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."
Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy continues to spin.
Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket ~discreetly~ claims the title of boyfriend.
Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. * in which both of our heroes learn a little bit about themselves.
Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. ❤︎ in which old friends are reunited.
Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. ❤︎❤︎
⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆A Holiday Special *
Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.
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I am hardcore traveling at the moment, and my watch schedule has gotten all kinds of messed up (I still haven’t watched the latest episode of Be My Favorite, EGADS), but anyway, I have thoughts about another show on my mind at the moment: I didn’t have Wi-Fi on this ultra-long flight I took last night, so I could NOT live-blog the FIVE EPISODES I was able to slam out of Manner of Death for the OGMMTVC. And I was DYING because all y’all and I know that this is SUCH A LIVE-BLOGGABLE SHOW, AAAAHHH!!!, so let me just see if I can remember everything I wanted to write about in my travel haze that I usually live-blog during my very late hours (I’m caught up to episode 10):
- Bun and Tan: PRIORITIZE THE SEX *BEFORE* CHECKING THE LAPTOP Y’ALL STOLE FROM THAT CAR YOU SMASHED, obvi
- I KNEW Inspector M would come around
- Um, REALLY LOVED the elder uncle looks that Inspector M was giving Bun and Tan in the safe house after the fake shooting, lol
- So are That and Sorawit a side couple?! SMART MOVE for a not-BL
- KIND OF OBSESSED with the lovey music during Bun and Tan’s romantic scenes, like — this show hasn’t forgotten its roots, whatever those roots are (BLs? CSI?)
- I kinda think Rungtiva is somehow involved in the whole crime ring. She can take in a whole bunch of trafficked women? AND ask why they need to leave her place afterwards? A little sus. I hope I’m wrong, because I love her outfits
- Speaking of outfits, I like how MoD is quietly repping rural Thailand. I LOVE shows set in the country or outside of Bangkok — ATOTS, MLC, The Promise (not the show, just the setting, ha), ITSAY, the parts of BBS in the eco-village. Even Dew the Movie was revealing by way of setting. I really appreciate seeing clothing more akin to ethnic Thai clothing choices — reminds me of watching Indian movies and shows
- There is a SURPRISING amount of food in this show, for which I am very grateful, and
- Just, MaxTul. Love them. So my read right now (without having finished the show yet) is that I think Max is the better actor. When I was looking up Viangpha Mork, I came across a Reddit post on MoD that commented on Tul having this tic where he kinda takes a half a breath and looks up before saying his lines, which made me lol a bit, and doesn’t really bother me, but it’s like, he *does* need a second before he says anything, and I’m not sure it’s intentional for Bun. But I’m not complaining, I just think it’s funny that I saw that about him. Max, on the other hand — he’s GREAT, and I think they’re both so much improved from Together With Me.
- Oh, one more point. Bun and Tan: CLEARLY INVINCIBLE. Too many injuries to count!
I am TOTALLY into this show. Going from ITSAY to YYY to MoD has been a damn SWING, but a fun one, and it’s just extremely cool to watch a show where a romance aspect is not necessarily the center of the show. More on this analysis in my write-up, but like 3 Will Be Free, queerness here is inclusionary, and not the central point of the plot. I just love the structure, and ABSOLUTELY see how it precedes KinnPorsche. More soon as I finish it out over the next few nights.
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jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s1 e8 (pt 3)
Okay final thoughts about e8 before I finally move on to e9 (also apologies if this comes out more disjointed than usual - seems like the franticn energy from last night was some kind of pre-cold energy because ugh my throat is not well) — in this rambling session, I want to talk about the blocks, namely the time when Ava successfully gets through 20 feet and how that connects back to those key scenes in e3.
But before that, can we take a moment to talk about Beatrice and touch in this episode? After so many episodes of her not touching people, she touches Ava and Lilith here, both to soothe when they’re in obvious distress:
Which is also such an interesting contrast to the distance Beatrice gives Ava in the hall:
Yes, it’s like she wants to give Ava space, to reassure that Beatrice is there but isn’t pushing, that she only wants to help - but I can't help but also recognize that Ava isn't experiencing pain in this moment, that there's no “excuse” for Bea to lean on that would allow her to, well, lean in - with physical comfort that is. But she does it verbally with the quiet in her voice, the focus in her eyes.
In a way it’s similar to the hallway scene in e3 after the embrace:
Both of those scenes feature Beatrice trying to get Ava to open up - and eventually succeeding. What’s interesting is that in the hallway scene in e3, it's Ava that's angry, and she's asking for Beatrice's belief, her trust. In the hallway scene in e8, Ava's scared, and Beatrice is asking Ava to trust her - again.
But I can't help but also wonder: How did we get from this:
To this:
(Side note: Getting screenshots of this moment made me love this scene even more because gosh, the way you can see how Beatrice falls for Ava here is just - ugh, KTY and Alba, y'all are the besttttt)
But instead of going the route of comparing the differences, let’s compare what’s similar.
So in both, we have Beatrice reacting on instinct, the instinct to comfort and soothe. Additionally, it’s during an act of trust on Ava’s part, trust in Beatrice to keep her safe. Episode 8 however, has the added depth of Ava trusting Beatrice with her deepest fear, and Beatrice promising her that it she’ll do everything she can to make sure it doesn’t come true. (Which gosh, how beautiful is that, to have that kind of devotion in your corner?)
But also, preceding this scene was Beatrice giving trust to Ava with her revelation. And what’s so meaningful is that Ava doesn’t treat her any differently after having learned this about Beatrice - she continues to give Beatrice her trust, in fact gives more because she tells Beatrice her fear. (And maybe it was because Beatrice had shared earlier that Ava felt like she could share with Beatrice. Trust is a reinforcing cycle in that way)
Also, both of these sharing moments were when they were each facing their fears literally: When Ava calls out Beatrice, it’s due to Beatrice kinda acting like a monster, a thing to hate; When Beatrice nudges Ava to think deeper on her fear, Ava’s encased in stone, alone.
But then they each take the other person's fear, looks at it, looks at them and says, yeah, that’s scary, but you don’t have to be afraid. Ava tells Beatrice that she’s beautiful; Beatrice tells Ava she won’t ever be left alone.
To connect back to my previous commentary about fear and anger and want: they each see the want underneath the fear and offer it to the other person, without any conditions or expectations, just pure and unconditional.
And maybe that’s why Beatrice is so … astounded when Ava comes through the blocks - just look at her face! - to have that trust returned, to be given the opportunity to give that kind of gift to someone else. And yes, Beatrice still catches herself, but the moment is there, the experience was shared: the exhilaration that comes from trust given, trust returned, trust proven - and trust making possible to overcome something seemingly impossible together.
(Huh, that makes me think also about Ava’s fall in s2 - that perhaps it was because of Beatrice’s overflow of emotions that somehow helped the halo recharge and for Ava to miraculously - impossibly - come back to life…)
Actually one more thought: The way Ava falls through the last of the blocks and into Beatrice's arms reminded me a bit of a trust fall - yeah, you're supposed to be not facing the person, but Ava didn't know Beatrice was going to be there (the last time, Ava fell on the ground). But Ava just like, collapses into Bea:
Fuzzy screenshot is fuzzy but there's no standing up from that. She has no balance, no further power it seems. Ava put her all into the last couple steps - put Beatrice's promise to the test, really. And Beatrice, even though she was caught unawares, still catches her, is joyful even to be given the trust to do it:
(This scene~~~~)
Okay I think the cold medicine’s kicking in, time to call it. Hopefully I’ll get to e9 this week (man I was hoping to get through both seasons before Aug 15 but at this rate, I have no idea lol) but I also just want to say thanks to y’all for reading and liking and reblogging!
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Jaccard - Part One
Even a renowned Head Chef at one of the most prestigious restaurants in the world can become persona non grata, apparently. All it takes is one coke rage incident.
700 words
Gen, but can be read as NYC Chef x Carmen
Carmen’s usually not early for Al-Anon meetings, but today he is. The restaurant’s walls were kinda closing in on him, so he had to go, leave, go go go.
Things seemed to be under control when he left—that was the weird thing, he can’t quite pinpoint what it was that triggered him this time—so he doesn’t feel too bad when he has time to stand around idle before the meeting starts, outside in the shadow of the church so he can have a smoke.
The meeting preceding the one he’ll be attending has concluded, and people are beginning to exit through the wooden door next to him. He nearly stubs out his cigarette on the side of the building, thinks better of it and drops it on the sidewalk where he steps on it on his way to the entrance, before coming face to face with Chef Frederick, the Head Chef of the New York restaurant he used to work at, before.
After the first piercing shock to his system has somewhat faded—running into the man is like being dunked into a bath of ice water—he notes that the other doesn’t seem as smug or menacing as he remembers him (even if he still towers over him). In fact, he seems lightly mortified to be seen here. Right. According to the noticeboard he’d been staring at earlier, Frederick has just been to an NA meeting.
The feeling of panic gets replaced by awkwardness. He should just leave, enter the building, sit through the meeting, never be early again.
Frederick breaks the silence before he can make a run for it.
“Hey.” Spoken like he’s daring him to say something.
Well fuck, now he has to make conversation. His mind glitches.
“Hey. What uh, what are you doing here in Chicago?”
Frederick stares at him and lifts his brows, so Carmen feels forced to fill the silence. He doesn’t manage to make things any less awkward.
“Apart from going to NA meetings, I mean. S-sorry, it’s really none of my business. Look, I- I uh- I should be going, I don’t wanna be late-”
“I had a coke addiction,” says Frederick, sounding like it pains him to be explaining this to Carmen, even though Carmen gave him an out, “Have a coke addiction. And it got serious enough that they fired me over it. And I lost everything. And my mother lives in Chicago, so now I do too.”
He looks at Carmen like he’s expecting him to say something disparaging, to get his sweet revenge for all those months of verbal destruction. But Carmen finds he doesn’t have it in him, kicking Frederick when he’s down. In fact, call him the (figuratively) bigger person, because he genuinely hopes Frederick is doing better.
“You’ve completed rehab?”
“Two months, three weeks and five days clean now.”
It doesn’t sound like he’s proud of it.
“That’s great, man.”
Frederick shrugs off the compliment like a cheap jacket.
“So where do you work now?”
Wrong question, Carmen thinks, cringing at the way Frederick’s eyes narrow and his lips press together. He knows that look of displeasure all too well. Still has nightmares about it sometimes.
Even a renowned Head Chef at one of the most prestigious restaurants in the world can become persona non grata, apparently. And all it takes is one coke rage incident. Frederick doesn’t expand on it, so Carmen’s mind comes up with at least a dozen different scenarios, all of them seeming very plausible to him.
Oh how the mighty have fallen. The version of Chef Frederick he’s built up in his head reshapes into the man standing before him. A man with weaknesses, and struggles of his own. The chef’s whites replaced by a dark green T-shirt, even though the dark-rimmed glasses and scowl remain the same.
“My restaurant has a job opening,” he hears himself say. It’s true, but he regrets mentioning it as soon as the words leave his mouth. He’s quick to add, “We don’t have a star yet and you’ll start as a Chef de Partie. It’s a big demotion, so-”
“When can I start, Chef?”
Carmen curses himself and his stupid fucking mouth all the way through the Al-Anon meeting and his way back to The Bear.
Chef Frederick starts tomorrow.
Tbh I think Chef looks more like a Gideon, but I have horrible associations with that name. Does the name Frederick suit him? Should I change it to something else? Maybe season 3 will finally give us a canon name!
Might write a part two, but for now this is a one-shot This now has a Part Two.
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