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thirteenis-myluckynumber · 2 months

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Wedding vows

Man, choosing a gif is harder than I thought *cries*

Pairing: Nie Huaisang x f!reader

Word Count: 4856 words

Warnings/tags: fluff, just love all around, Chinese wedding ensues, suggestive content, smut, this one is nsfw minors dni

Notes: (C/N)-your clan's name, (Y/N)-your name

A/N: This is the 2nd part of Proposal. You can read this is as a stand-alone, but some context might be lost. I can't believe its done, have a feast, dears!

Special thanks to this post, for providing information about Chinese weddings. I did take some liberties, but at least I did it knowingly.

It's been almost a month now that you were living in the Unclean Realm. Your brother agreed, begrudgingly at first, to let you go before the wedding because he saw how painful it was for you to stay away from your soon-to-be husband. In the end, he saw it was the right decision to let you get used to your new home beforehand.

Just one week before the wedding basically everything was turned upside down in the Unclean Realm. Both you and Nie Huaisang took part in the planning as there were no close relative of his who could take on the task. He, of course, had an exceptionally good eye for decoration, and while he was busy with clan leader's stuff, you coordinated the disciples and servants when needed.

You quickly got used to the almost colourless picture of the Unclean Realm and appreciated the calmly elegant black-grey-silver colours of your new home. The vivid red and gold decorations of the upcoming wedding, hinted with a little bit of silver, almost felt weirdly out of place now. As you entered the main hall to check on the servants' progress before retiring for the night, you stopped in awe at the entrance. Almost everything was in place now, only some adjustments were needed here and there. A huge smile spread across your face, as you couldn't help but imagine yourself entering the hall on Huaisang's arm, dressed in beautiful red and every guest's attention on you.

Speaking of Huaisang, you wondered what he was doing, as you haven't seen him all day. You decided to check on him before returning to your chambers. As you passed down the hallways, the servants were busy lighting some lanterns for the night. The sky already started to darken, and they politely greeted you as you passed them by. The guards also haven't paid attention to you, you were allowed to move freely, and they quickly got used to your presence after you moved in.

When you approached Huaisang's door, you knocked lightly to let him know of your presence but didn't actually wait for him to open the door himself. With guards present, his door was unlocked so you figured he hasn't retired for the night yet. You entered and instantly noticed his sitting form by the desk. He seemed to be completely engrossed in something, which you assumed was official documents. A light, calming incense could be smelled in the air of the warmly lit room. As you stepped closer, you noticed the not-so-neatly scattered papers on the table and some even around it on the ground. You also noticed a brush and ink, probably for writing letters. His usual fan also sat discarded on the edge of the table. Yes, he was definitely working all day, you concluded.

You stepped next to the table on his left side and shot a quick glance at the paper in front of him. It was clearly clan business. He only became aware of your presence in that moment, and he looked up at you with a tired but happy smile playing on the edge of his lips.

"Miss (C/N), it's so good to see you! Only you can make this miserable day better!"

"Oh, Huaisang, I'm sorry you had to work all day! I stopped by the main hall, and everything is almost completely ready now. You should check it out tomorrow. What's all this anyway?" You asked gesturing at the scattered papers all around his desk.

"You wouldn't believe it! Almost all of this are letters offering support, inquiring about accommodation, or asking for details about the banquet. There are also official papers about finances and clan politics. And I have to sort these out before the wedding! Why does everybody want a piece of me?"

"Hmm, I think," you pretended to think hard while you sat down next to him on the ground, "you are quite a catch."

He let out a disbelieving sound, but you continued, counting on your fingers.

"You are wealthy, the leader of one of the four big clans, a clever and intelligent man, you are a very talented artist, you have great taste in clothing, you do what you need to but don't meddle in other's business, you are funny and kind. Oh, and have I mentioned exceptionally handsome?"

"Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop!" He protested, nose scrunched up and hands held out in front of his chest.

You let out a short laugh because of his adorably childish attitude and turned your body so you were sitting face to face now. You reached out and grabbed his hands. So warm and soft, they fit perfectly into yours.

"I'm serious," you said looking into his eyes.

And he believed you. His face straightened out, his eyes searching yours, lips parted only a tiny bit in awe, but you couldn't help but notice. He also noticed where you were looking, his eyes wandering down to your lips in turn. When your eyes met again, you could see the question in his eyes and you leaned closer to him, a barely noticeable movement. But that's all he needed. The next moment he leaned in, and his lips were on yours, hands moving around your waist to pull you closer. You gasped, one hand touching his chest for purchase, the other reaching up to cradle his cheek. His kisses were slow and sensual.

"I don't think you should praise me this much. I might become overly confident," he whispered into your lips between kisses.

"Well, surely we don't need another peacock."

You let go of each other's lips and burst out laughing, your foreheads touching the whole time.

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The day of the wedding arrived quickly. As you were getting ready with help of your maids, you listened to the commotion outside as guests continued to arrive. Everyone had to settle in their temporary rooms and led to the main hall where the wedding will take place. Once everyone was here the ceremony started while food and drinks were being prepared by the servants for the following banquet.

You were quite nervous because basically the whole cultivation world will witness your union. At least the other three big clans, the Lanling Jin, the Gusu Lan and the Yunmeng Jiang were obviously invited, and some of the smaller clans too thanks to your side. Jiang Wanyin was Huaisang's old friend, while Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao were Nie Mingjue's sworn brothers so you were sure they will be attending. Lan Wangji apparently made up some excuse, so he didn't need to come and if you were honest, you liked it this way. His achievements certainly deserved respect, but he was famously uninterested in, even disgusted by celebrations which involved lively music and drinking.

Putting on the wedding dress was the quickest part of the whole procedure as braiding your hair in the Nie style and preparing your make-up took a few hours. Finally, your head was covered with a red veil to complete the look. Soon you were being led out to meet your husband the entrance of the main hall. Nervousness rose in your chest, but it subsided somewhat when you arrived. You were signaled to stop, and you felt warm hands gently wrapping around yours.

"Huaisang?" Your words came out as barely a whisper because somehow you felt like the wedding atmosphere shouldn't be bothered by talking.

"I'm here," he answered in kind and squeezed your hand a little as reassurance before wrapping a soft red silk ribbon around your wrist. It was to ensure you won't trip as you could barely see anything through your veil, and it also symbolised your union.

You only noticed the soft music and light chatter in the background when you started to walk up the few stairs leading to the main hall. But the hushed voices completely stopped when you stepped into the hall. Thankfully you knew how the room was prepared, so you remembered that you only had to take a few steps before you reached the pillows placed on the ground for you to perform your bows. Huaisang also made sure to make measured movements and helped you the best he could in signalling when you needed to stop walking and kneel down.

Being led by Huaisang while you almost couldn't see anything felt strangely romantic to you, like he was the only person in the whole world you could trust and to whom you could give complete control over yourself. This vulnerability felt frightening at first as you could feel every guest's eyes on your back, like realizing a dangerous predator is stalking you in the forest. But soon your senses focused completely on Huaisang. You could almost feel his warmth radiating through the cloth that bound your hands together.

You bowed in sync, first to pay respect to Heaven and Earth, second to Huaisang's parents, and finally to each other. You stood up and felt your legs shaking from relief and happiness. You were married! You still couldn't believe it. Soon you heard the commotion as your guests stood up and drank a cup of liquor to your marriage. One by one they approached you to congratulate you and wish you health and happiness. Huaisang held your hand in his and you could feel his palm was sweaty from nerves, but you didn't mind. You thanked the guests for their well-wishes and also said farewell. You recognized some of the voices and you were glad that your husband will be taken care of by people like Lan Xichen and Jiang Wanyin during the banquet.

The few hours you spent alone, sitting in silence on your now shared bed in Nie Huaisang's room felt like a relief after the ceremony. So far everything went well, you completed the wedding without any mishaps, and you hoped that everything goes smoothly at the banquet too. Time flew by surprisingly quickly while you meditated. Your focus was disturbed by muffled voices coming through the closed door. When it slid open, you could hear the finishing sentences of the two people's conversation outside.

"Don't be nervous. Everything will be fine," you recognized the soft and calm voice of Jin Guangyao.

"Thank you, San-ge," replied Huaisang, and closed the door behind him as he stepped into the room.

He didn't move for a few seconds and the anticipation in you grew stronger and stronger. You were patient the whole day, but now you just wanted to finally see him, see him in his wedding robes. He walked closer, ever so slow, hesitation palpable. In the dim light of the candles, you could see his silhouette when he stepped in front of you. You felt it when he finally grabbed your veil at the sides and with a quick motion, he lifted it up, letting it float down to the floor.

You were not one of those old traditional couples in the sense that you already knew each other before the wedding. Yet now, when both of you finally looked at each other, it felt like seeing a heavenly being for the first time. Wide eyes, lips parted you marvelled at each other's beauty. He has seen you in your dress during the ceremony, but your face adorned with tasteful make-up and your hair decorated with jewelry, braided specially to signify you were now the wife of a Nie took his breath away. You, on the other hand, had to take in his full visage. His red robes, with gold and black woven in, were of a thinner material than his usual attire, so it perfectly accentuated his snatched waist and wide shoulders. The guan in his hair were gold and it had a bolder style than his usual silver ones, just like the braids. When your gaze stopped at his face your breath hitched in your throat because of the open love and desire you saw in his eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he finally spoke, his voice low.

"I...," you had to clear your throat after not speaking for such a long time, "we should drink the alcohol," you managed to say, standing up and walking to the table nervously.

You poured the fine liquor into two small cups and handed one to Huaisang. He took it gently and waited for you with his arm held out. You joined him, holding your own cup, and you intertwined your arms as you drank the alcohol with one gulp. When you finished you looked at each other, arms still linked and smiled, feeling the tension of the day leaving your body. You almost knocked your heads together as you wanted to put the cups down back on the table at the same time.

"We should sit down," he suggested, but the suggestion sounded like a tentative question.

You nodded your head. He must be tired after entertaining your guests, you thought. Luckily, he was not drunk so his friends must have kept a close eye on him. He could also direct some of his qi to get rid of the alcohol, but that also exhausted him after a while. You knew what was expected of you on your wedding night, but you didn't want to pressure him if he felt too tired after such a long day.

So, you sat on the edge of your bed in silence for a few moments before you felt his hand reaching out for yours. You flicked your gaze over where your hand rested on the bed between your bodies. His hand was not much bigger than yours but still big enough to cradle yours, and you always marveled at how soft and warm they felt. You noticed how his other hand were playing with the jade pendant hanging from his belt and you moved your free hand to gently lay on his thigh. You intended to soothe his nerves, but the moment your hand connected with his leg, you felt his muscles twitch. You looked up into his eyes and what you saw made your breath quicken. His dark brown eyes looked almost completely black now as his pupils widened. For a split second his gaze moved down to your mouth, and you did the same in return. You noticed how his lips relaxed, opening only the slightest amount and you found yourself wanting to kiss him so bad. When your gazes met again, he leaned towards you slowly, still holding your gaze, gauging your reaction.

And your lips connected.

It felt like fireworks exploded between you. You felt how his hand pushed yours into the mattress as he leaned in closer, his body weight shifting to his arm between you. His other arm sneaked around your waist to pull you closer, as he always did when you were kissing, only this time the kiss was different. It was much more forceful, brave, and charged with desire.

When you let go of each other's lips for a moment, both of you were breathing hard.

"I love you so much. You are the best thing in my life," he breathed into your lips, and you swore you saw his eyes shining.

"I love you too, I love you-," you said in return, the last syllable muffled as he captured your lips again.

Sitting with your feet on the ground while your body turned towards him started to feel uncomfortable, so you moved to sit on his lap, not letting go of his lips or hand for a second. When you settled your weight on his thighs, he moved his hands to your cheeks at first, then moved them down to your neck, tracing your collar bones with his fingers. You grabbed onto his robes and let go of his lips with a sigh. His hands moved away immediately, thinking his touch were unwelcome.

"Don't stop. It... felt good," you said nervously and smiled shyly at him.

This time he moved his hands to your waist, where the sash held your garments together.

"May I?" He asked seriously, his voice trembling a little.

You gulped and nodded your head rapidly. His touch was featherlight, you almost couldn't feel it when he reached for the opening of your sash and carefully removed it. The material of your robe loosened, and he moved to remove your outer garment entirely. You realized you were sitting on the skirt, so you needed to stand back up if you wanted to remove the whole thing.

"I need to get up to get this out of the way," you said to him when he freed your arms and only your undershirt remained on the upper half of your body.

You quickly realized that part of his nervousness came from the fact that he didn't want to scare you away, so you warned him of your intentions beforehand. He nodded and reluctantly let go of you as you stood up from his lap.

The room was warm, but you still felt a slight chill as your outer robe descended to the floor. The coldness faded when you looked into Huaisang's fiery gaze and the air suddenly felt impossibly hot as he stepped closer to you. His hands moved to your shoulders, gently caressing them and slowly moving towards your chest. Your breath quickened, his light touches searing hot through your thin undergarment. A shiver ran through your whole body as his hands gently cradled your soft breasts and he sucked in a sharp breath when your nipples hardened under his thumbs.

"Please, Huaisang, I want to feel your touch on my skin!" You felt a little embarrassed about how whiny your voice sounded, but you wanted to show him how much you wanted his touch.

He leaned in to kiss at your jawline and neck while his hands deftly removed your undergarments. As your clothes pooled around your ankles, he took a step back to admire your naked body. You suddenly felt self-conscious, and your hands instinctively moved to cover yourself up. Huaisang noticed it and took your hands into his to stop you.

"Don't be shy. I still can't believe I've managed to get myself such a beautiful and intelligent wife" he said, looking into your eyes the whole time.

You wanted to say something witty and clever, but the moment felt too sincere for it, so instead you answered:

"Don't forget that I wanted to be yours."

He stepped closer to you again, his mouth finding yours. He kissed you like a drowning man, never wanting to let go of you. His hands roamed over every part of your body he could reach and you wanted to finally touch his skin too. Your hands tugged on the lapels of his dress, signalling you wanted it off. He broke the kiss when he felt a more insistent tug.

"Take it off!" You managed to breath out and he chuckled at your insistence.

"You want more of me, huh?" He asked with that cocky self-assurance he only used with his closest friends back at Cloud Recesses.

You crossed your arms across your chest with a defiant look and you must have looked funny standing like that while being stark naked. But it worked, and Huaisang looked at you as if he were saying "Fine, fine," and reached for his belt. The strength gradually left your arms as you watched him undress, and by the time he only had his white underrobe on, your arms were hanging by your side.

When he moved to remove it too, you couldn't just stand there anymore and stepped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. Your sudden movement startled him a little as his focus were completely on his clothes. You reached for the cloth that bound his underrobe together and undid it slowly, looking into his eyes the whole time. He moved his hands out of the way and followed the path of yours with his eyes as you reached up to his shoulders, pushing the light fabric down.

And he stood there only in a pair of white trousers, chest bare, skin like pristine jade, accentuated by his dark hair cascading down his back. You couldn't help but marvel at his beauty. As a healer you saw many men and women in various stages of undress, mostly injured soldiers. At those times your interest was not particularly focused on their looks, but you remembered how strong and muscular they were. Now, as you were looking at your husband's bare upper body, you realised that you never really found them attractive. Compared to them Huaisang had a soft body, but his chest was nicely toned and you could see the lean muscles of his arms.

You reached up and traced his collar bones with your fingers then moved downwards and stopped on his chest. You could feel how strong and fast his heart was beating under your right palm. His skin was so soft, smooth and warm, you couldn't help but tenderly caress the shape of his pecs, noticing how his small nipples stood at attention from your touch, much like yours before. You slowly slid your hands down to his stomach, following the made-up path of the cute little moles that were scattered everywhere on his skin. You felt the muscles tensing under the skin of his stomach as you went even lower, stopping where a soft patch of dark hair disappeared under the band of his underpants. As you ran your fingers over his happy trail, loving how the soft hairs tickled your fingertips, you heard Huaisang biting back a whiny moan. Your eyes moved back to his face and oh, what you saw took your breath away. He bit down on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed, as he watched with half-lidded eyes where your hands were going.

You moved your hands out of your line of sight and your gaze lowered past the waist of his pants. He was already hard enough to form a nicely visible tent in his pants. You realised there was no turning back if you took the next step and it scared you a little, but also made you incredibly excited. You wanted it and you wanted him, but it still surprised you how boldly you reached down and caressed him lightly through his pants. This time his moan was deeper, more guttural, and he almost literally fell on you as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your knowledge was mostly medical about how the male body worked, so the late-night conversations with your already married friends came in handy. You felt proud about how much your touch affected Huaisang. Your next caress was a little firmer and you felt him twitch under your palm. Gathering his every strength, Huaisang stepped back and pulled you towards the bed.

"(Y/N), please, it's been too long, and I fear I won't last long if you keep this up. I want all of you tonight. Can I show you how much?"

"Okay," your voice was barely a whisper, and you let yourself being laid down on the bed.

Huaisang quickly got rid of his remaining garments and carefully removed the intricate guan, now only a black silk ribbon keeping his hair together. As he climbed on top of you, you instinctively opened your legs to make room for him as he rested his weight on his elbows next to your shoulders. This way he was the only thing you could see, but there was nothing else you wished to see at this moment. A large amount of his long hair fell over his shoulders and caressed your cheeks. He was so beautiful as a soft smile played on his lips and you reached up to kiss him. It quickly turned heated and Huaisang soon left your lips in order to kiss all over your face and neck. Then he moved lower and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand while he occupied his mouth with sucking on the other nipple. Your sighs of pleasure encouraged him to move his hand lower while his mouth kept playing with your nipples.

At first your hips shied away from his touch but when his deft fingers found the most pleasurable spot between your legs you couldn't bite back a moan. His mouth left your breasts as he moved to carefully watch your reaction while his other hand kept your legs in place.

"You are doing amazing, you are so wet already," he praised and slowly pushed his index finger inside you.

"Huaisang...," you moaned his name as you watched his finger disappear inside you.

This was something you already tried yourself on lonely nights but the fact that it was his finger made the experience completely different and so much better. He moved his finger slowly in and out of you and when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, he removed his hand. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, but he moved back on top of you and kissed the complaints off of your lips.

"Are you ready?" He asked, and you were never this sure about anything in your life.

"Yes, I want you, please."

He reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over your wetness, using your combined arousal as a lubricant. Even this little delay and the feeling of his hot member so close to where you wanted it made you squirm. He was looking into your eyes the whole time and you saw how he had to fight he urge to close them when he started to finally push inside you. He was slow and careful, and when he was fully seated inside both of you stopped to catch your breaths. The stretch was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You moaned when you felt his cock twitching and your insides tightened around him in response. Now it was his turn to let out a shaky breath as he let his forehead rest against yours. He simply couldn't hold his composure anymore, so he slowly started to pull out and push back again. At first you felt a tiny prick of pain, but it soon faded and was replaced by pure pleasure. And he was quick to react to your signs, so when you reached up and grabbed onto his hair to find support, he knew he found that special spot. Soon you were a moaning mess, being so close to your release and he was no different, his skin shining from sweat and strands of his hair sticking to his cheeks and neck.

"a-Sang!" You repeated over and over, and finally hearing you calling him that, it was enough to push him through the edge.

He sealed your lips in a desperate kiss, one of his hands reaching down to rub your clit, his other arm shaking from the effort of keeping his body from fully collapsing on top of you. The feeling of his desperate thrusts, his hand on your most sensitive spot and his shaky moans calling your name finally triggered your orgasm. You felt your inner walls clenching impossibly tight around him and you desperately clawed at his back, not really caring at that moment if you were leaving marks on his skin.

He collapsed on top you, the last of his strength leaving his body as both of you tried to catch your breath. Your vision slowly cleared, and the ringing disappeared from your eyes as you subconsciously caressed his head and shoulders. He burrowed his head into the crook of your neck, and you swore you could hear him practically purring like a cat.

The air in the room slowly started to dry off the sweat from your bodies and it soon made you both shiver. Huaisang rolled off of you with a series of unintelligible whines and went to fetch a cloth to clean yourselves up. He wetted it with the prepared warm water and carefully cleaned your most sensitive spots. He couldn't help but leave some lazy kisses around your hips and thighs in the process and the feeling of his gentle touches were almost enough to lull you into sleep.

He quickly cleaned himself up too and climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling the luxurious covers over your naked bodies. You moved to lay your head on his chest, positioning your ear over his heart, its steady beating made you feel completely safe. He sneaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer. You looked up at him and you smiled at how his hair was a complete mess now, yet he looked so handsome in the faint glow of the candlelight, his eyes shining with so much love you thought your chest will explode because of it.

"Thank you, tonight was incredible," you said as you drew small patterns on his chest with your fingers.

You swore you could see his ears redden even in the faint light, and you planted a soft kiss on his pecs before you fully relaxed in his arms.

"I love you a-(Y/N), get some sleep now," you heard him say before you fell into a blissful sleep.

THE END

ps. I have a half written morning-after snippet, let me know if you are interested and I'll finish it.

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satorusgirltonight · 1 month

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Crack Head Canons #2 : Would they take you to the Eras Tour?

for all my Taylor swift jjk fans out there !!!

no pronouns used for the reader!

Romantic!: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Nanami

Platonic!: Megumi, Yuji

𝒮𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓊 𝒢ℴ𝒿ℴ:

-yes, you didn't even ask. He'd already bought the tickets as a surprise for your birthday!!

-he knows all your favorites and dances with you!

-he even coordinated his outfit with yours

-he may not personally be a huge swiftie, but you are, so he does his best to seem interested and he loves a good time

-he secretly bought himself some merch online after the show, because he loved it and it reminds him of you!

-if you had been dating for a while, he’d totally propose during love story! (should i make a blurb abt this-)

𝒮𝓊ℊ𝓊𝓇𝓊 𝒢ℯ𝓉ℴ

-he did not want to go to a concert, so he bought you floor tickets instead and you went with a friend

(antisocial geto dilf geto headcanon goes CRAZY)

-he also gave you money for all the merch you could ever want!

-his excuse was he had to go on a mission

-BUT he did admire your liking for it, and didn't mind a few of the popular songs

-he loved looking at the pictures and videos you sent him

-looking back he’s upset he didn't attend with you

𝒞𝒽ℴ𝓈ℴ 𝒦𝒶𝓂ℴ:

-it wasn't an option, you wanted him to go

-you wanted to teach him human things, concerts being one of them!

-he was hesitant, and not looking forward to it at ALL

-the most taylor swift esque outfit you could get him to wear was a black reputation friendship bracelet (you had a matching one)

-by the end of the concert, he was having so much fun and actually enjoyed all the little details, her outfits, the backup dancing and the sets!

-afterwards its all he talked about!!

-he said his favorite sets were Reputation, and Folklore

𝒦ℯ𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾:

-he went, and secretly had the time of his life

-but you made him wear friendship bracelets and you did a Lover themed outfit with him

-he surprised you with getting all the exclusive merch the day before and made a whole day out of the concert, because he knew you were beyond excited

-you slow dance to the song Lover and the small part of Wildest Dreams

-he knew the words to the 1989 songs, as it was his guilty pleasure album

-he took lots of pictures and videos of you so you could always remember it!!

𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓃𝒾𝒸! ℳℯℊ𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒴𝓊𝒿𝒾!

-you went together as a group and did a cute group costume and matching bracelets!

-the best night ever!

-megumi wasn't interested but yuji was, and he didn't want to leave his two best friends hanging, so he went!

-dance party central, you and yuji screaming lyrics while megumi films it to send to nobara or gojo

-you went to dinner beforehand and had a sleepover after!

-one of the best memories you have as a trio!

#jjk choso #choso x reader #jjk fluff #anime #jjk geto #jjk gojo #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #choso kamo #taylor swift #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #nanami x reader

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ingravinoveritas · 7 months

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irvinis replied to your post "The fact that they made everyone leave the set..."

@ingravinoveritas correct me if I'm wrong. As far as I remember, M and D, as representatives of the old school, talked about “coordinators of intimate scenes” and so on. respecting boundaries as a surprising new trend? That is, they (as actors) didn’t really need to push everyone out the door.

martinsharmony replied to your post "The fact that they made everyone leave the set..."

do we know if there was in fact an intimacy coordinator used on this scene? I keep intending to check the credits. Also I love that it was a closed set because OF COURSE it was. It's an incredibly heavy scene - the heaviest in the entire series. So much emotion required from the actors. As actors, they deserve a closed set to get to the place they need to be in and exist there. I would say it was closed more for that then the kissing.

@irvinis @martinsharmony I'm not sure if it was ever confirmed whether an intimacy coordinator was used for this scene (either on the day of shooting, or in rehearsals beforehand). Intimacy coordinators are fairly standard on film sets these days as far as I know, but it sounds like it was only Rob (producer), Gavin (cinematographer), and Michael and David on the actual day. Which brings up so many questions about everything, like did Michael and David say they didn't need an intimacy coordinator, or was the kiss choreographed a certain way but then once the were kissing, just took off running with it ("it kept on going" was the exact phrase, I believe).

But I also wonder if the "This is happening!" moment almost went a bit like this...

That realization of that third thing that comes into being when Michael and David are together--and that would no doubt be even more powerful and noticeable in a deeply intimate situation like this. And if that is the case, then I would agree with your assertion @martinsharmony that perhaps the set was closed for more than just the kissing. Michael and David are professionals and superbly talented actors, without question. But it does make you wonder if they went to an intimate place emotionally--not just as the characters, but with each other--that was ultimately what necessitated that closed set.

We can't know exactly what Rob or Gavin saw in those takes that seemingly no longer exist (God, how I wish we could see them...). But even just this little insight that Rob has given is enough to make you wonder. So longing for the day when the SAG strike is resolved and Michael can finally tell us (mostly) everything we've been dying to know...

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tellodona · 4 months

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hii, from the heat sensory issues anon (loved it btw)

may i request the brothers with an mc with dyspraxia/DCD? i’ve never seen anyone cover it before so just curious about your take on it and stuff

i'm glad you liked it !

i searched it up and it intrigued me, so let's how this would turn out

the brothers with an mc who has dyspraxia / dcd

heads up: gn!mc, spoilers for lesson 16 in belphie's additional info: dyspraxia or dcd (developmental coordination disorder) is a neurodevelopmental condition that starts in childhood that makes the person have difficult time doing motor skills (such as walking, closing your buttons on a shirt, etc.)

lucifer

informed beforehand through your files

at first, only helped you for diavolo's reputation, but now helps you willingly

your uniform is closed with a zipper, he doesn't require you to wear a necktie (but if you want to, he'll make sure he'll be help you or have one of his brothers do when you want the help)

takes you out on short walks to help you get accustomed to the newer environment that is the devildom

obviously gives you easier tasks or chores, but if you want to help out more, he'd supervise you

"mc, let me help you with that" "mc, you shouldn't carry such heavy things. please, let me" "mc, put that broom down right now or so help me-"

helicopter mom

mammon

the info about you is basically drilled into his head

he has to ask satan what dcd means though

at first, he's annoyed that he has to babysit a clumsy human, because how can you be such a klutz? are you stupid-

he absolutely pampers you the next day

he'll have your arm hooked around his whenever you walk together, insisting that you need all the help you get

would still want to include you in his shenanigans, but has been choosing the easier things whenever he's with you

"human, the floor's slippery, hold my hand" "'c- course i'm only doing this because i need to, alright?! don't go getting the wrong idea!" "mc, forget that assignment and hang out with me! me! you're only getting your back strained the longer you sit there!"

he'd purposely get lazy with his tasks just to hang out with you

leviathan

doesn't care at first

"normies and their weaknesses"

he felt like an idiot for how he acted back then

he finds you characters that you can kin

"hey, you know about-"

he ends up ranting up to 3 hours about whys and hows you and said character are the perfect mirror

doesn't know how he'd be able to help you tbh, but he'd probably serve as a crutch for you if you need one

"mc... are you supposed to carry that?" "i don't know about this one, mc..."

he would sew you easier to wear clothes though

satan

has studied that human condition before, at least

so when the human exchange student living with them had it was a surprise and a big coincidence

he really wouldn't bother with you at first, just starting with the "do you need help?" questions just to be polite with you

later on he'd help you without even asking

he'd tie your necktie, your shoelaces. heck, even your hair if it's long enough so it wouldn't get in the way of your eyesight

he's read physical therapy might help, he'd be taking you on short walks too. even letting you help out in the kitchen for little tasks like putting the onion on the stove

"oh, mc. care to help me in the kitchen? you can wash the bat wings this time" "hm, this might be too hard for you. no, don't even try to deny it"

helicopter mom 2

asmodeus

he'd coddle you too much at first tbh

he'd stop if you express distaste or that you're uncomfortable

that wouldn't stop him with helping you around, though. at some point

"oh, mc, mc! let's get beel to carry this, shall we? we're both so frail and i wouldn't want us both to get hurt!"

he'd probably have a few remedies that he thinks might help you, but would consult lucifer or satan first if they're safe for humans

"mc, dear! i found this lotion that might help you! don't worry, lucifer says it's 100% safe!"

"i didn't say it's a hundred percent safe, asmo."

"oh, hush!"

would give you massages

beelzebub

he'd think you're completely paralyzed at first

so the first thing that occurred to him was to put you on his shoulder the first time you two met

"don't worry, lucifer. i can carry them"

"beel, no-"

eventually puts you down after much convincing that you're not a fragile doll

thinks you might get stronger if you eat a lot

"mc, try this one"

absolutely hovers over you and always carry everything you have

"mc, let me do it" "mc, the door's too big for you to push open" "mc... maybe you'd be safer on my shoulder"

he's reminded of the times he used to coddle someone else in the past (that isn't belphie)

belphegor

not only are you stupid, you're stupidly fragile

^ his thought on you during his time at the attic

you were so easy to manipulate, so when he got his hands around your neck-

he wants to stop thinking about that

he avoids you for the most part, thinking he'll hurt you again

you'd have to initiate an interaction with him if you want him to talk to you

when you do, he'd keep a safe distance, but keeps an eye on you if you looked weaker as the day goes on

he'd make sure you'd have the most peaceful dreams so you'd be energized in the morning

he's the literal avatar of sloth, it'd be a miracle if he'd do anything with you

"mc, just leave that alone. let lucifer find it or something" "mc........ let's go back to bed" "mc, i want to bestow the sin of sloth on you just so you would stop moving around so much"

don't use him as a crutch, chances are you'll both fall to the floor

i love them you guys

#belphie keeps on getting the angsty stuff #sorry belph #dcd #dyspraxia #mc with dcd #omswd #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 5 days

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(@queen--kenobi) Motion and canvas for Ella, informal for Yorick!

Thank youuu 💕

motion: How does your OC move? How does their clothing help or hinder their range of motion? Are they flexible, coordinated, clumsy?

Ella moves with purpose; fully committed, this is the action we are doing & I didn't think about it beforehand. There's not a whole lot of wasted momentum in her movement & she's not not graceful, but you also aren't gonna be taking notice of her grace either. It's not "courtly lady grace" it's more, "efficient dexterity." As such, her clothes are kind of plamed around what she thinks is gonna be going on that day? Practical in her impracticality--only pull out the bell sleeves & the plunging necklines if you know you're not doing anything.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

She's pretty Distinct Marking Free. Ella's never had any injuries serious enough to scar, she doesn't have any freckles or moles or anything, the thought of getting a tattoo in Volantis never crossed her mind; the most she has going on is pierced ears. That gets displayed though, partly because she has a lot of really nice earrings and parly because she keeps her hair out of every possible area of her face so there's not really any other choice.

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

Yorick is the most formal mf & almost every look is a serve. He's not necessarily always dressed to the nines, but, like, you are kind of hard pressed to find him in something explicitly casual. If he isn't out to impress or even do much leaving the interior rooms & council chambers of Runestone he'll wear a pretty plain/unadorned doublet & he won't do much accessorizing beyond, like, "surcoat comfy," but it's still pretty buttoned up & really presentable of someone he didn't expect catches him. He's pretty casual on hunting trips or in the training yard & will just wear a tunic & some pants, but that's more out of practicality.

#asks #oc: ella royce #oc: yorick royce

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practicingbushiho · 9 months

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Doma Art Party 2023 Afterword

So, I think maybe it might be corny for me to do something like a thank you or an open letter or an afterword so to speak for an art party. And normally, I think I'd have not bothered. But considering this was my first ever attempt at hosting one, and that it was for a deeply important experience in my life...I believe it to be warranted here.

I am happy to say that the art party was to my eyes, a wonderful success. It was nice to experiment with the idea of having a more activity-oriented art party, and I have a good idea of what to do next time to improve on the formula without feeling overwhelming; after all, art parties are ultimately for vibing and hanging out; and boy were we.

And yes, many kisses were had, and the goodbyes were bittersweet; but not sad. And thus, I will give thanks. More below.

Thank you to everyone that helped me celebrate something very important to me. This last year has been a whirlwind for me, in mostly rather wonderful ways. I finally managed to finally let go of some of the things that were haunting me, I was more easily able to reconcile with, accept, and grow from my past. I picked up the pieces of a lot of parts of my life I didn't feel I had agency in, and it was all because of what I felt playing through Hien Rijin's story arc in FFXIV Stormblood. It was great fun to organize, and It was really nice to be able to celebrate that in some way with all of you-- some of which I'd never even met beforehand. I am just. So floored that people wanted to hang out and chat; thank you for handling my tech clumsiness and multi-tasking fails with such grace.

Thank you to everyone that WANTED to be there but couldn't for some reason or another. Thank you to my friend Bri (twt @tenchijins) who helped me craft prizes and coordinate during parts of the event (the shout chats were SO helpful)-- and for being a wonderful rp partner. You are so fucking smart and cool and you love birds so basically you're an angel. Thank you for everything the last couple months. You helped me better understand a part of my identity that I feared facing for so long, and because of it I am happier than I'd ever been about it all.

Thank you to @findenyan and @itsmeowlee for being so active in twitch chat and bein' cute an' funny catboys it was nice to see. Thank you also to @windup-dragoon for hanging out with us on day one (all the kisses to u my friend), Kiri is always a treasure to witness, and @dareva for being so insanely supportive of both my XIV works AND my original comic progress. I hope you are around for years to come.

Thank you to my roommate Cobalt who is the only reason I could even do this, because he was the one that helped me afford to renew my sub, which I didn't realize expired that day before the event. Oh, and also because he has literally been the sole reason i've been able to afford to survive the last couple of years. Hope to be free of it soon, brother! hahaha~

Thank you to @mythiclings for always showing me love, you were one of the biggest reasons I got the courage to start posting my Hien fanworks. And I am so glad that I did.

(Speaking of that, we did this cute little doodle together a little while back that I now have permission to post :'3 Look at these silly guys!!)

Ahem. And then thank you to my roommate aka ShandeeDay. If it weren't for you, i'd have never been able to play FFXIV from the first-- not even to consider all the times you've saved me from the street in my 20s. I love you, man. You saved my life. I would take a bullet for you.

Finally, to all of the people both old and new who have shared my work, shared their work with me, made things with me and just in general showed their support in my presence-- I thank you. Also some of you write some hilariously cute shit in tags. I adore you.

Sorry this was so long. But it was definitely worth writing. I plan to do another next year around the Lunar New Year in March 2024, provided I have no cons to attend. I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!! 0/

Love and Peace, and to tomorrow. - Shane (and the four other idiots piloting his brain)

#doma art party #im not putting this in main tags but #i really am just. blown away #its not even that high a bar tbh im just happy some of yall had a good time. <3

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kingedmundsroyalmurder · 3 months

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WIP Wordplay

Thanks to @mollywog for the prompts!

rules: find the given words in your wips, post a snippet containing those words, and then tag others with three new words.

Words: Smooth, medium, hand

Smooth, from Forbidden Hugs, the working title of an original light fantasy romance novella.

Because of the Silari touch taboos, court dances were far from the intimate, paired experiences that Erik had grown up with. The dancers formed lines and circles, the shapes morphing gracefully into each other to the rhythm of the music. The lines of dancers wove around each other, dancers hopping smoothly from one line to another as the dance called for it. "You'll find," Cassandra said, coming up behind Erik, "that we Silari prefer our entertainment to be both ancient and esoteric. It something doesn't give you the opportunity to show off your skill, learning, and understanding of tradition, then there's hardly any point, is there?"

Medium - apparently I have literally never used this word in any of my stories? Clearly I need to write more stories about ghosts and/or average size things!

Hand, which makes up for medium by appearing 35 times in a single WIP. This is from the anime WIP.

The officer chuckled. “See, that wasn’t so hard,” he said. Killua wanted to stab him. “Know anything about flying one of these boats?” “Some.” More accurately, Killua had once done a job that had ended with him crashing the airship they were all on after he was forced to kill the pilot as well as his target. It hadn’t been his finest moment, but on the other hand he’d walked out of it alive, which had to count for something.

And, since I didn't have anything for medium, have an extra excerpt for hand, from the Olive And Bernie story:

One night they went to a masquerade ball. Olive had conspired with Magnolia beforehand, and the two showed up together, dressed in coordinating costumes, one as Dawn and one as Sunrise. He had not realized, until that evening, how alike the two ladies looked. It was not until Olive laughed her exquisite, crystalline laugh that Bernie knew for certain that she was indeed the lady Dawn, in blush pink and pale orange, her mask trimmed with crystals to look like sparkling dewdrops. Bernie himself, in a fit of fantasy, cobbled together an approximated Oberon and tripped over a short recitation to celebrate the unmasking at the end of the night. Olive glowed in the lamplight, her creamy skin tinged with roses and her eyes alight with laughter and the exertion of a night of dancing. Olive never lacked for partners, no matter the occasion. But it was him she returned to, and him to whom she offered her hand, pink and well shaped, each nail a perfectly formed pearl capping graceful fingers.

New words, tagging anyone who wants to play: intact, potential, lovely

#audience participation

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ghosts-of-love · 7 months

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little rant about work

my work has started implementing this new policy where on fridays everyone has to say the days that they're intending on coming into the office on the next week. for the most part it's been okay but today I didn't go in (landlord ended up having to be let in and also I didn't want to) and my team leader messaged me to say like, "Hey [coordinator] said u were planning to come in today and tomorrow, you good?" but more formally.

and idk everyone important at work knows i struggle so much with anxiety and I finally reached an agreement with my team leader about coming in when I can and seeing how I feel in the mornings. and so this new thing is not really giving the 'flexible' arrangement they've been selling me to get me into the office more. like don't tell me i can come in whenever i can during the week and even during the day if you're gonna chase me the second i don't come in (for a valid reason!). like how can you think that will make me less anxious?

i have a 1-2-1 with our coordinator coming up. is there a good way to be like, "you're gonna drive me towards a nervous breakdown by asking this level of organisation from me". like it's the anxiety stuff, it's the social stuff, it's even just making sure i have lunch prepared beforehand. its all of it?? I feel like they'll just hear that I'm not committed but that's not the problem like I work so fucking hard, I just cannot organise myself properly AND be constantly fighting anxiety at the same time.

#help/advice appreciated

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pezboisworld · 10 months

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Oral History of Filming Holes (2003)

Louis Sachar, author and screenwriter: I didn't want someone to make it into a fluffy children's story. I wanted it to be gritty and tough.

In 1998, Sachar published "Holes," a young-adult novel about boys at a correctional boot camp in Texas. It became a mainstay in English classrooms nationwide, and by the early 2000s, directors and producers were vying for the film rights. They eventually went to director Andrew Davis and his production team.

Andrew Davis, director: The studio originally hired somebody else to try to adapt the book into a screenplay, and this idiot tried to change the whole book.

Teresa Tucker-Davies, executive producer: That writer came back with this insanely dark, dystopian film not even anywhere close to the story.

youtube

Read a copy of the original script

Instead of looking for a new screenwriter, Davis and Tucker-Davies hired Sachar, who'd never written a screenplay before.

Sachar: Andy was persistent in having me write the screenplay. At the time, I didn't realize just how special that was — he was really going out on a limb for me.

Davis: "Holes" was wonderful because it was an independent movie that had studio distribution and financing in place. That's rare.

Marty Ewing, executive producer: Disney really wasn't involved. It's not like they were on the set. It's not like they gave us creative notes that I saw. It's not that they challenged the director's vision at all.

Once the cast was in place, Davis figured out where to shoot the movie. The cast and crew ended up splitting filming time between Hollywood soundstages, the Disney Ranch in Santa Clarita, California, and Ridgecrest, California, in the Mojave Desert.

Miguel Castro, Magnet: We had to do six to eight weeks in boot camp because we actually filmed in the desert. We had to get prepared to be under weather conditions of 115 degrees Fahrenheit and higher.

Davis: Alex Daniels, the stunt coordinator, took the kids and had them digging holes. They had to get callouses on their hands and learn how to do it.

Castro: The hardest part for me filming was the heatstroke. I mean we got to a point where we were hitting 104 degrees, and it was nothing to us anymore — that was a chill day.

Davis: It was quite intense. It was very, very hot inside of those holes and we had to have the kids sprayed down and hydrated to make sure they were gonna be safe.

Castro: I remember one day was 119 degrees. I thought they were gonna cancel the filming, but we all agreed to knock it out. I was hallucinating, and I started seeing water, a swimming pool. The production team gave us thermometers to check the temperatures of our holes. If the holes hit over 125 degrees, we had to get out of there. That day, some of our thermometers broke 130.

Davis took adapting Sachar's book seriously, and from day one, the director included the author in every step of the process.

Sachar: There was one scene where Sam is selling onions to a bald guy to make his hair grow — that happened to be the day Andy remembered he promised to put me in the movie. Because it wasn't in the script, I was the only bald person on set. I'm glad I didn't know about the cameo beforehand. I would've practiced my one line in the mirror until the words had no meaning left.

After months of filming were over, it was down to Davis and the editing team to turn "Holes" into an actual movie. Then the director had to team up with Disney execs to figure out how to promote the sometimes-dark family film.

Sachar: Andy would send me the tapes as it was getting cut down. The initial tape was four hours long, and then gradually, every few months, he'd send me another tape of it tightened.

Davis: In terms of the editing, we didn't have a lot of screenings where Disney executives told us to change things. We finished it and that was it.

#Holes 2003 #dystopian #holes movie #holes magnet #holes zero #hector zeroni #louis sachar #khleo thomas #miguel castro #Youtube #fanfic research

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sgt-scottymoreau · 6 months

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MWII Event: Dark Water

Summary: After the interrogation of El Sin Ombre, Ghost, Soap and Scotty have to rush to the location of a missile

Warning: None

Words: 1.7k // AO3 // Masterlist

Valeria gave them the coordinate of an oil rig in the Mexican gulf. Abandoned and used by the cartel. Everyone had little time to prepare, they had a lot of ground to cover quickly to reach the oil rig. Los Vaqueros had a good arsenal at disposal on top of extra armor. This came handy for Scotty who lost everything to her capture. She was examining the sniper she borrowed, making sure it was in shape for the mission. Whoever took care of it beforehand had done a good job. She was busy strapping more mag and knives on her bulletproof vest when Ghost showed up, followed by Graves. "You always get yourself in trouble when I'm not here to save your arse." He said, smiling behind his mask.

"Not always. I was doing fine with Gaz and Price. And you were not there." She replied. She didn't look at him, always busy strapping the necessary to her vest. But he saw the smile on the corner of her lips. Scotty finally lifted her head and turned to face the two men. "By the way, who is this guy?"

Ghost had forgotten that she only joined the team now and probably missed a good part. "Some PMC sent by Sheperd to help us."

Graves took a few steps forward and extended his hand. “Phillip Graves, Shadow Company.”

Scotty stopped in her tracks and shook his hand. “Never heard of it, but I would assume you have a good reputation if the general called you.”

“You bet. It’s not my first rodeo with the 141. Helped them with the Ghorbrani strike last July.”

“Oh, good.” She was direct and impassive. This gave a silent cue to Graves that she might not want to extend the conversation any longer. The commander nodded with a smile, tapped on her shoulder and left the two of them alone. Not before saying that if they needed anything more, he would gladly provide. Scotty walked up to Ghost, always looking at Graves going down the hallway.

"PMC uh… That's interesting…" He thought he could hear a small annoyance in her tone.

"You used to work for one and now you don't trust them? A little hypocrite don't you think?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

She glanced at him, face completely unimpressed with what he just said. "I know how they work and I have nothing against PMCs. It's simply that I didn’t leave mine on good terms. So I'll be a little wary of the man. Aren't you the one who says to trust no one…"

"Because people you know can hurt you the most." He finished. Ghost shifted position to be only a few inches from her. "Would you?"

"Only if you do it first, lieutenant." She nudged at him, even if she truly wanted to hug him right now. But the risk of being caught was too high so they had to keep it at a professional distance. Which turned out to be a good thing as Soap came up to tell them they were about to leave in five minutes. Ghost nodded and left the room, while Scotty finished packing the necessary. She swung the backpack over her shoulder and saw that the Scotsman was watching her with an amused smile.

"What is that for?" Scotty asked unimpressed.

"Sure that there's nothing between you and Lt?" He tried again for the umpteenth time. She rolled her eyes.

"Maybe in your dream, yes. In reality, no. Now, go fuck yourself."

He laughed heartily. He dropped the subject after that, only wanting to hear how she found her time while she was prisoner of El Sin Ombre. That should pass time on their way to the mission point.

******

As if being in the middle of the ocean wasn't enough, the sea was raging by the time they arrived at the coordinate. The rain was violent and so were the waves. The boat ride to the ship and oil rig was bumpy. Even by holding themselves, they were still shaken in all directions. Clothes were so damp, it was as if they all carried an extra ten pounds on them. Not the worse weather they have been through, but could have been better. At least with this storm, the AQ agents won't see them coming.

Their boats split up halfway through. While Alejandro, Soap and Graves would board the rig, Ghost, Scotty and a small team of Shadows would target the ship. Their boat arrived at the edge of the ship just as the other team was already half way on the oil rig. Once they were close enough, the Shadows launched the ascender cables. Everyone checked their comms, made sure the mechanism was locked onto the cable and made their ascent. Scotty was part of the first group to step on to the deck. Hidden behind a container crate, she saw little resistance at first. It wasn’t helping that the ship was rocking so bad, some crates would be moving. It was hard to assess the situation and have a clear idea of how many hostiles they would have to face. However this scouting was interrupted by a bright red light coming in the distance.

‘‘Shadow-1, Ghost, visual on flares coming from the rig! What’s your status, over?’’ She heard the lieutenant through her radio.

Soap was quick to reply. ‘‘Ghost, they are signaling the ship, they are gonna launch that missile!’’

This information urged them. Ghost quickly joined up on the deck, time was the essence from now on. He regrouped with Scotty who was scoping still. The AQ on the ship were getting more active, running back and forth from the inside. They were about to attack back. Scotty wasn’t looking for the hostile anymore. Her scope flew left and right, up and down to track the new main objective. She saw it! One man holding what looked like a small suitcase, running away from the fight while the other stood their ground. ‘‘Got it! Ghost, controls, up there going towards the bridge!’’

‘‘Good work sergeant.’’ The lieutenant quickly relayed the information to Graves and Soap who were coming towards them for backup.‘‘Solid copy! We’re taking effective fire! The LZ will be hot!’’

Scotty dropped two hostiles before a container slid in her view and blocked any riposte. She let out a curse. Ghost positioned himself forward of her position and shot down one more. A rough pitch from the ship made them lose footing and she had to slide to a better position. A bullet flew right behind her. Everything was already chaotic enough, but when the boat that was holding the commander and sergeant crashed into the deck, it added another layer. It at least created a good diversion for Ghost to advance more and dropped two more hostiles.

‘‘Decided to join the fun party?’’ Scotty joked to Soap, taking cover next to him.

‘‘Wouldn’t miss it.’’ He replied with a cocky smile. The two sergeants advanced, providing cover for one another. But also some help. Scotty slipped a few times but was quickly put back on her feet by Soap who would grab her before she could even hit the wet metal. Meanwhile she prevented Soap from being crushed between two containers. Despite the complicated terrain, they all made it to the interior, dropping more hostile and climbing up to the bridge. From there the four of them had a great view of the rig. No time to appreciate the view. Graves went to the controls quickly to assess the situation. They were a little too late, but they still had a chance to turn around the situation. Graves ordered Soap to get on the controls with him. They will change the missile target. Scotty kept an eye on the outside, watching the rig while Graves guided Soap through the input.

Hidden behind the ship control console and close to Ghost, her fingers brushed against his. Only his eyes moved to check on her. He saw the frowning expression, hoping that whatever the other two were doing would work. You never knew what could go wrong. But to the sound of it, Soap seemed to follow the directive correctly and Graves knew what he was doing.

‘‘Let’s enjoy our handiwork, Sergeant.’’ Graves smiled. ‘‘Here we go! All stations- prepare for the BOOM!’’

The four of them moved behind the ship’s console to have a larger view of the rig. They saw the missile fly a few meters away above the rig, only to make a sharp u-turn toward it and land directly on the middle of the platform. A large explosion brightened the dark stormy weather, debris flying in all directions. Despite the protection of the distance and the windows, they all moved a step back. ‘‘Look at that big bad beautiful shit!’’ Graves rejoiced. ‘‘Alejandro, you are okay?’’

‘‘Holy Mother of God - That was fucking crazy man!’’

‘‘You safe?’’ Soap wondered.

‘‘Affirmative, you?’’

‘‘We’re good here, hermano.’’

Graves called up Shepherd to give him a sitrep of what was going on. The news of the rig and missile being destroyed sounded very good and welcomed. They could hear the genuine content in his voice when he replied. ‘‘Copy that, Shadow-1. Good work. Get off that X and go home. Soap, Ghost, Scotty- Thanks for a job well done.’’

‘‘We are RTB, men.’’ Ghost let out. He discretely patted Scotty in the back and pushed her toward the exit. Not that she had to be told twice. Anything to get out of these drenched clothes and get into something drier. ‘‘See, no reason to be so tense, the lads have everything under control.’’

‘‘You never know, what if the control had been tampered with? Ever thought of that.’’ Scotty looked over her shoulder. Soap and Graves weren’t paying attention to them. ‘‘What, should I have better excused to hold your hand, Lt?’’

‘‘When we are on a mission, you bet your arse you should. Unless you are dying, no hand holding, love.’’ He whispered the last word to make sure only her would hear.

‘‘Noted. Next time, I’ll leave my plates at home then.’’

Ghost rolled his eyes and groaned with a smile. ‘‘Desperate aren’t you?’’

#call of duty #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #cod oc #oc:camille scotty moreau #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #ghost x scotty #series: wie goed doet goed ontmoet

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unproduciblesmackdown · 1 year

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love my own like theatrical relationship to shakespeare which is a) being so slow to realize like "oh, i've loved theatre? everyone doesn't just feel this way & go 'of course acting onstage would fucking kick ass' & adore rehearsals and hanging around backstage and in greenrooms and changing and performing & etc?' never really occurred to me" and b) my response to most encounters w/shakespeare being "wha" when it comes to anything granular yet the relevance still in the spirit of things lol

namely one prominent example being i was an on campus college student where said campus has a shakespearean theater literally three blocks away, and we had like a freshmen orientation weekly class there doing shit with actors and checking out the theater, not to mention like punchcards to see four shows free (to write up about afterwards but yeah sure whatever) and this wherein also you always got student discount tickets And there were pwyw performances....kicked ass. i went there for shows so many times. i have never fucking known what tf is going on in any of the like dozen shows i saw there when a) audio processing can be tricky enough for real life modern vernacular parsing and b) sure am not used to ye old very stylized language nor any other qualities of shakespearean material so lots of times when i finally started to kind of acclimate to the language it would be like "oh wait that was the conclusion? ok. hoorayyyyy" like also c) You Have A Great Time Seeing Shakespeare Productions Anyways like again i loved going anytime. it's Theatrical and if people are just putting their damn backs into delivering and performing the material it's An Experience even if you're really not following lmfao. and i suppose one can read the text / familiarize oneself beforehand

also like my first and really one of my only like regular theatre performing experiences was my literature class in fourth grade doing a few scenes from julius caesar. i was so hype for getting cassius like one of the most prominent roles? a guy? an antagonist if you're caesar or dante??? oh Fuck yes. b/c of technical difficulties we got to perform it twice in a row when we did a field trip to some other school to perform our respective [scenes from various shakespeare plays] altogether. even back then i was way into it and cared about stuff like "we have like no Effects to make it that dramatic when we kill caesar. or like, non silent. bit awkward" and "also i like, don't know how to act and am just winging it. and of course, i'm also like 9" like in theory i do like to know How to do something vs trying to make it up myself. somewhat lol. a balance, who can argue w/that

beyond that there's also lots of things i just didn't quite realize "counted" lmfao like, when you're a theatre gay with a parent req'ing you go to church every week but you have a good time being in the choir....i was sure on those tenor harmonies & singing loud. and going relatively often to various live theatrical events, having an engaging enough time there, but also would've assumed anyone would be into it And that that's not really the same as actually being in them, of course. but that most of my firsthand experience was just sticking w/ballet for like a decade, and kind of live theatrical performance adjacency there. don't say shit, for years was effectively just like, an ensemble for the occasional performances, but even then it's like hoorayyy i Love rehearsing and being onstage and backstage and dealing w/costumes and coordination behind the scenes and shit. and eventually being like, a distinct individual character in shows, so despite again nobody saying shit you're still somewhat interpreting and doing whatever character work while also enjoying the bennies of [it's dance, so also it's choreographed]....even more clear like oh i love backstage and rehearsing and behind the scenes and onstage and putting together stage character makeup, and i don't mind tackling technical difficulties, and etc etc. didn't even necessarily have the reference like, idk, wouldn't / doesn't everyone feel similarly. classic ye old memory of like being idfk 7 or some shit simply getting to walk with classmates behind a backdrop to the opposite wing of a stage, and loving that lmao. combines a love for [backstage] and [secret passages] type deal lol, big fan of these elements

also in 7th grade doing a theatre/drama class for a few months and we couldn't really get like all this in depth extensive stuff b/c you know, intro course for like 8 weeks for rando middle schoolers, but idk it was just illustrative lmao like after julius caesar, us slapping together some kind of script and my getting to be this fun little theatrical(tm) antagonist guy again? feedback was "what was supposed to be happening" but could've stood to have learned that the enthusiasm and affinity i felt for acting onstage was perhaps indicative of enthusiasm and affinity for acting onstage rather than just, idk, the exact kind of baseline experience any & everyone would have lol. not that i would've necessarily had the chance to really do anything with that knowledge, but even now, ofc i don't particularly anticipate getting to use it, but it's great having that knowledge like ohhh i see. the entire time i've been huge into doing theatre with all these kind of adjacent & gently overlapping brushes with it. gotcha

#an issue with Figuring Out What I Like or Trying New Things; a) having to be driven everywhere #b) just not safe to be open with ''this is something i like doing''#c) things being worse for like [i like doing this performance i don't like that parents are in the audience / involved]#didn't try out for anything in middle school b/c a) nervous. no experience; it's middle school. i don't have a great time w/Peers.#b) i'd have to let parents know i was doing that / they would then be involved; & see it....puts a real damper on things #didn't try out for anything in college b/c by then it's like. i Really have no experience lmao even if i could do this myself #kind of only deterred by my same age roommate being A Theatre Person with that prior experience lol....#but then Shakespeare Theater Company Proximity & Everyone Getting Introduced Via That Class / another kind of tangential theatre experience #hell yes....thank you for all that you did. dunno what's going on in there but you truly have a great time #even just Readings are fun but again people Gotta put their back into it or it does become like [zzz]#anyways and in this day and age....would still like to have actual acting instruction. all an abstract idea. but i for sure Like To Know.#the Ideas / Knowledge of oneself & like ''oh that's smthing i super like actually'' or what all i'd even theoretically like to do / have...#value in such things. i love to Know i think it would be cool to have like a buttonsy digital / calculator type wristwatch too. e.g.#and for real besides me talking about myself the advice is yeah go to a fun shakespeare production #''knowing what the hell is actually going on'' is Not a priority / requirement. it'll be an enjoyable experience still #oh and i did have an achievement in having A Fan once lol. when i started getting standalone roles vs [class ensemble in the back] at one #point i got to have a cats (jellicle) inspired like purple sparkly arms/legwarmered elaborate facemakeupped role; fun in & of itself #but whomsoever came to this little like middle/highschoolers community production included some absolute randos i encountered in the hall #after whatever show where this like 8 yr old kid's dad was like ''she's your (the role) biggest fan can we get a pic''#like Of Course....so i pose with said kid. hell yeah babey i'm An Actor with A Role lol....fr it was fun so #even illuminating to piece together my affinity / comfort for concepts & zones like things Behind The Scenes / hidden or secret / Nighttime #being backstage or behind the backdrop to get to another wing or hanging out in an effective greenroom w/amicable parties & our roles....#oh and that naturally the abstract concept of acting has just always seemed fun. and not like that strange or difficult #someone talking abt being autistic & learning like ''oh having friends Isn't supposed to feel like you have to constantly be performing?''#like yeah same up til recent history lmao like. lot of ways to simply already have a bit of organic training in acting lol #would still want some more actual training though lol like how do you do this shit Actually....got the essentials in fourth grade (be loud)#fr we didn't have mics of course so it was all just up to us to say our lines loud enough. couldn't actually hear other scenes [pensive]

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