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Humbly begging for Donna and a reader who’s a Frankenstein’s Monster, though I guess in this case it’d be more along the lines of Heisenberg’s or Dimitrescu’s Monster.

Ok so- is it still a Frankenstein monster if they remember some of their human past? If not whoops- idk I never really read or watched anything Frankenstein so my knowledge on him isn't a lot- I can't remember if he was fully made of human parts or some was from his actual body-

All I know is- he hates fire- made up of dead people- anger issues and in some movies he wants to be human? Or something idk

So if you want me to redo this tell me!

Warning(s): slight body horror since reader is based of of a Frankenstein like creature??, blood; but overall fluff at some point. Suggestive? At a couple points? Idk flirty? Angsty a bit though so sorry-! Angie curses again cause it's funny to me

Donna Beneviento x Frankenstein-like! Reader: New Beginning

It hurt.

Everything hurts-

Your mind, body, and whatever the fuck is coming out of your mouth. The gurgling noises as you spit- something out

The color familiar yet not.

You felt hungry

...What's happening...? Why does everything hurt so bad

Why did something feel missing?

Who did this to you?

Why?

Why you?

"Well look at this."

Who even are you?

A bang caught your attention from above you. Curling into yourself all you smelled was smoke. Heavy footsteps headed your way. You ignored the other odd noises and focused on the new person on the room- your instincts telling you to run. But you didn't

You stayed.

"Now. What the hell happened to you?" A rough voice spoke again- Looking aroung the bloodied ground- a couple limbs thrown as if ripped off someone. The figure got close enough to you- Crouching down they threw their cigarette down crushing it under their boot. You opened your mouth in an attempt to speak.

All that came out was a growl

"HAH. Sorry guess I should've expected that." Looking up you watched the man rub his beard in thought- who was he? Why do you feel the need to run from him? "They all lose that ability when.. well" gesturing to you he sighed "you know."

"Ga...w.." your mouth attempted to speak the words yet couldn't come out properly. He watched patiently as you came to terms with it. "H..Hu-man?" The words sounded strange from your mouth. The voice unfamiliar even to yourself.

"Well shit. You can speak can't you?"

Nodding your head shakily- you sat up to look at him closely. His features familiar. Name something you knew very well. But couldn't recall.

"Not well but much better at least." He fell silent once again. Staring at you- a minute passed or maybe more. Time wasn't important anymore at this point. You're already dead.

Wait.. are you dead? Blinking slowly like a cat would- you tilted your head to the side. Moving your shaking hand to your chest to feel a heartbeat. The man watched you closely as you did. Feeling around you took a moment before feeling for the beat.

There was none.

"How about this. You come with me and I'll help you."

His voice. Familiar. What was his name? Why can't you remember?

Holding his hand out to you to grab a voice deep in the back of your mind urged you to not take it. You ignored it. Taking his hand he smirked. The same smirk you remember seeing on the painting in the church. The same one your in.

"Good choice." He spoke pulling you up. Patting your shoulder the familiar heavy hammer on his shoulder finally caught your attention. Your eyes widden- you remembered.

His names-

"I'm Lord Heisenberg."

Laying on a cold table- Heisenberg placed your remaining mangled limbs onto the side strapping them down tightly. Didn't matter how tight it was- you couldn't feel it.

"Now don't worry" he spoke roughly- pulling a cart of metal and dismembered dead limbs- lining it up beside him he gave a hum. "This will only hurt alot"

"Bite this. Don't wanna lose that tongue" putting a belt into your mouth you bit down- he waited a minite before pulling a scalpel be made the first cut-

You screamed.

Months of working paid off. You seemed more human in a way- more then you once were- you couldn't feel the pain as much as before but it was still there. Like a old feeling of reminisces but for pain. Your limbs enhanced to function easier without the chance of the joints failing like its done in the past. Breaking like it has before.

It was perfect- but different. The stitches and metal pocking out of you in the mirror showed you otherwise. The parts that wasnt yours before felt- off and weird. If not for the mirror you'd have no idea what you looked like.

Not anymore- it was like a stranger in your body- but your ok with it. It's much better then what you'd have to deal with. Even if it was a short time.

"The metal will have to settle more. The dead meat is too tough for it to function without you limping." Heisenberg spoke the first time- dispite being unable to speak more then a couple words- he knew what you were curious about. Glancing up from his paper he sighed "it won't be as bad in a little bit."

"You'll walk properly again soon. Give it time"

And wait you did. It took another month until you could walk again properly with the new metal in them- the new limbs stitched together in such a way it tightened and pulled when you moved thankfully it was not as painful as it was before. It took another month to bend them without the noise it would make(still did just not as loud.)

Your hands were another deal. The joints work well surprisingly well. Unlike your legs which Heisenberg theorized it could've been from the breaks in them before you.. turned. The sharp claws added to the discolorization up to your elbows. Your whole body turned to a sick Grey color while your hands and the veins leading up to the elbows looked like a tar. The darkened veined from the burns you suffered grew more clear.

You insisted on wearing gloved to cover them up. But even that couldn't hide the claws. The indents from them breaking the gloves no matter how much you tried.

You stuck with black gloves because of that.

Your face wasn't much different. Minus the glowing eyes. And the stitching next to your check leading from your eye to the bottom of your jaw from some foreign injury you can't seem to remember- it was still your face. Just different.

Minus the teeth. They weren't human- to ragged and sharp to be considered human teeth.

You still looked like you. At least that's what you liked to think.

The strength you held was an issue for the both of you. Heisenberg refused to let you touch anything without his help since you broke his metal bars- a problem for you cause now you can't touch anything. No matter how much you wanted to.

And you wanted to.

The first time you didn't shake when lifting your arms- You were happy. The first thing you did was attampt to drink tea by yourself- you held it too and broke it without lifting it to drink. You waited weeks before your ability to hold back your strength got better. You didn't break anything you touched right away anymore. But you still couldn't touch anything fragile.

"OK get up." Heisenberg spoke shaking you awake. Blinking slowly at him- you looked at him silently " I'm taking you to help with your.. gentle shit" gesturing to all of you with a wave of his hand

Looking at him blankly he rolled his eyes turning to wait for you to stand and dress "its not like I can help with that. I'm not gentle."

"And I can't have you mopping about. I see the way you want to touch those flowers. Wilted or not. Touch those animals but refuse to." Heisenberg spoke slowly to make sure you understood what he was saying more clearer. "I.. I know someone who can help you with that. Be helpful in ways I can't." Once the shuffling was over he turned to face you again. His face neutral- yet a hint of hesitation

"I can help you physically. Fix your body as much as I can but she can help where it really counts. The inside"

It all became clear.

You were being sent to someone else to help you- and by the sounds of it he won't be staying with you.

The feeling you felt with that was- weird. Sad and unfamiliar. You couldn't decide if the thing you felt was sad cause your helper- creator-? wasn't coming with or it was the fact you had to interact with a new person.

Something you haven't done since it first happened.

The bond you had with Heisenberg was weird to say the least. He wasn't bad like how you remembered him being. He was... awkward. But kind in his own way. Even more so since you had a will of your own.

He was always there for you when it mattered though.

Like when you tried to eat a metal screw thinking it was food- he stopped you and guided you to eat something else. Or the time you spoke your first word without a stutter- he made it a big thing because to you-it was a big thing.

"Hey" breaking you out of your thoughts he looked at you silently.

"You will be fine. She's nice"

The ride to wherever was a little long- the time spent in the Carrier was him checking that you had everything you needed. Going over the usual rules.

Be careful and listen to her.

And don't break the dolls.

It was easy rules to follow- something you can do without much trouble. Being compliant was easy- actually following through with stuff is harder for you. But you can manage- if this mysterious woman is someone he trusts- you will trust her as well.

"..hey you uh.. ok?" Heisenberg spoke not as awkwardly as he used to be- when he attempted to be gentle with you- he knows you need gentle. "This is your first time leaving the factory. I'll understand if your upset" watching you shake your head he sighed softly "use your words"

"..No. Am fine" slowly the words came out awkwardly but the pain in your throat was as it always was.

Unbearable.

It took at least 25 minutes to get to some misty place- looking out the small window of the door you stared in wonder- the trees looked dark yet light from the moon peaking in from the mist- the dolls hanging was an odd touch but you chalked it up to some decoration thing. Passing a bump in the road you saw some graves- your face grimmed at the reminder. Of what you missed-

"OK come on. Where here" Heisenberg called out breaking you from your thoughts. Looking over at him when the Carrier came to a stop he opened the door a hand out for you "Come on. Don't want to keep them waiting" taking his hand- he helped you out. He allowed you to cling to his jacket to help your nerves. This was all new and he knew it.

He slowly helped you to the door- looking at you for a moment before knocking. Automatically the door opened he stepped in with you and closed it.

A woman wearing a long black dressed with a black veil stood the middle of the room- her hands placed infront of her in a stiff manner- a doll that looked to be wearing a bride dress sat beside her- it looked like it was staring at the way you held Heisenberg's sleeve tightly- it was unnerving.

"This is the person I was telling you about" Heisenberg spoke roughly- like he did when you first met him- like he didn't care how his voice sounded to someone else- yet a hint of comfort behind it- as if the person meant something to him- in a way.

"This is Y/N"

"And this. This is Donna Beneviento. One of the other lords I told you about" Heisenberg spoke slowly- to make sure you could catch the words properly- the sound of his slow voice the woman turned to face him faster then you saw her move a second ago. Like she was caught of guard "She's going to help you. Remember I told you that"

He turned to face the woman. Thinking to himself. "Can we talk real quick Donna." Nodding her head he turned to you

"Stay here" you let go of his sleeve so he could leave.

Heisenberg left you with the odd looking doll while the veiled woman trailed after him into another room. Looking back down at the doll at your feet you blinked slowly at it- unsure of how it got so close or what to do now.

"Aren't ya gonna say anything?"

Blinking confused you furrowed your eyebrows looking around the room for the voice you were alone minus the doll. Pulling your pants you looked down- the doll was moving?

"Hey down here" kneeling down to face her properly the doll cackled loudly causing you to flinch a bit. "Names Angie. Your uh... hm" taping her finger to the side of her head in thought "Oh! Y/N! Right. Totally didn't forget about that" Angie spoke facing you again.

"..Doll?"

"Yes Captain Obvious. I am a doll" Angie spoke sarcastically- if she had the ability to move her eyes or had eyelids she's be rolling them. She fell silent for a moment as if something took over her before snapping out it. "Sorry..." Mumbling she looked like a toddler that was just scolding for doing something she shouldn't have.

Heisenberg and the woman came back into the room a minute later. Standing up straight you watched as Heisenberg went towards you. Placing a hand on your shoulder

"Well I'll be off now." Noticing the sad look on your face "now don't be like that. I told you already. She's nice" patting you on the Arm he sigged "I already told her don't worry. She knows talking isn't something you can do very well yet."

"... I'll check in on you once a month." And with that he was gone.

Leaving you with the woman you forgot the name of and Angie the doll.

Silence filled the room- turning to face the two in silence you studied the woman infront of you as she did the same.

"Call me Donna" a soft voice called out from the veiled woman- it sounded unused for sometime- you were glad your hearing was way better then it used to or you may have missed it

The months that followed started off slow. The friendship between you and Donna- she along with Angie would do the talking mostly. Angie mostly. Donna would ask you how your morning was- ease you into small easy conversations patiently waiting for your response even if it took a while giving the missuse of your own fixed throat.

Angie on the other hand- would bombard you with questions and other words you couldn't make sense of- but she never asked anything other then a yes or no questions yet- dispite your physical warnings Angie loved to dangle from your neck or arms- always loved to way you rushed to a table for her to proper stand to get off-

She never did.

She'd continue to cling to you like a Koala to a tree until Donna would come to take her off of you herself- then she'd hiss like a cat each time when it'd happen. You were just glad dispite her clinging to you- Angie she'd be gentle with the stitching- never touching them more then necessary

Talking lessons got easier to do because of how patient they both were. How the lessons started slow- then slowly got harder. They'd always encourage you into saying the words you wanted even when you failed to form a proper sentence- they'd congratulate you- something told you if it was anyone else Angie would cackle loudly at them because of it.

Writing on the other hand took a bit longer giving how harshly you'd hold the pencil. Breaking it each time. Huffing from another break- Donna looked over at you struggling for a moment

"Here" Donna spoke reaching out to your hand- you allowed her to gently pull your fingers a bit from the pencil to hold it more softly yet firmly so it wouldn't fall "like this" she showed you with her own waiting until you grabbed a new none broken one to try again.

Once you did finally hold it with it breaking she nodded her head- smiling under her veil. "Like that" standing up she turned to Angie "now I'm going to go back to this commission. Be good Angie" Donna spoke nodding in your direction again before she left

Humming from the doll was heard as she drew into the paper hurriedly-you on the other hand did the same thing but slow and awkward like it was your first time holding a pencil.

And it was. Technically.

Writing into the book crookedly Angie glanced over humming "Oh like this!" Turning her book around she showed you how she wrote inside the two lines- blinking slowly you nodded leaning over to mimic what she did- once you finished Angie jumped onto the table "CONGRATS! You know what this means-?" Tilting your head to the side again she cackled

"You get a cookie! Come on! Follow me"

It's been quiet in the living room. Too quiet. Donna looked up at the clock and thought- there hasn't been a noise for the past minute. Suspicious. Raising from her seat she set the needle down before turning to go into the room.

Her suspicion was correct neither of you were in the room. Huffing she glanced around before hearing the attempted whispers from Angie in the kitchen. Slowly she walked towards it. She watched silently as you knelt down beside Angie

"Come on you big log. Just pick me up I'll get it and bam! Cookie" Angie stated as if it was the most obvious plan "foul proof. Donna won't know" moving to pick her up you stopped- Donna watched as you furrowed your eyebrows in thought- she didn't move. She stayed still even when you did get the confidence to pick Angie up gently, in a soft way. Smiling she backed away.

Donna never saw you both steal a cookie that night.

Or the next morning.

"C-.. cookie" you mumbled for the first time beaming in happiness once you said the word. Donna looked over from her tea humming in question- pointing up towards the jar you spoke again "cookie?" You spoke awkwardly.

"Go ahead. But thats the last one until dessert" Donna spoke softly watching as you turned and grabbed the jar. You've come along way from how you were when you first met. Your speech is getting better too which is good. Donna can't wait go see how far you go- she smiles at the thought. Going back until a tap on the table beside her caught her attention looking up she saw you holding a cookie out to her

"Yes? I said you can have one" Donna confirmed turning to face you properly- growing confused once you shook your head.

"Yours" nudging the cookie towards her. Placing a hand out towards you- she grabbed the cookie silently before staring at it.

"Thank you"

You smiled making her breath stop. No. This isn't good- Donna's face flushed underneath her veil. That damn smile of yours- that kind smile she fell for.

..fell for?

What the hell?

Where did that come from? She wasn't supposed to fall for you- she couldn't. Wouldn't she didn't deserve that. The kind person you were stumped her- how could she fall for you? The gentle nature of who you are would be tainted by the monster she is- the cruel irony of the situation- the ability she possessed and had done to people she's cared about before- she would do the same for you.

She would hurt you. It was a miracle she hasn't done so yet.

"Donna?" A soft voice brought her back to the present. Looking away from the cookie to you- the concerned look on your face brought heat to her face- flustered she cleared her throat

"Hm? Oh sorry" clearing her throat again "I got lost in thought there" smiling under her veil- she was glad it was there or you'd see her red face

Angie gaged teasingly in the background at the two of you

You felt weird the last couple weeks. You knew what this feeling was- you felt it before. But that was when you were alive- not.. not whatever you are now. It was a before feeling- something you expressed once you gained the confidence to do so.

Now your not sure you can.

"Come on now. It'll be fine." Heisenberg spoke on one of your weekly walks together. He walked side by side with you. Signature cigarette no where to be seen.

"No. It can't work."

She is alive.

You are not.

That's what you came to the conclusion too- it wouldn't be fair to her. Be fair to love her while your not human. You were never ashamed of what you became but in some ways. Like this. Your ashamed. Ashamed of what you can't give her.

Like this.

You wish you were really human.

You wished you could openly admit to yourself on your feelings vocally- not just think it. Think of the impossible. Of romantic walks with her- holding hands in a romantic way with her. Kissing her. Loving her. It's such a normal feeling no one can help but you felt selfish for it.

Your inlove with Donna Beneviento and you know you can never ever tell her. No matter how much you wanted to.

"Just tell her" Heisenberg spoke already knowing the answer "it's better to know for sure. And hey- if it works I know one thing for sure" giving him a confused look he grinned

"I know you'll treat her right"

You never outwardly stated you were trying to court Donna- nor did you really notice you were exactly doing so.

Donna didn't either but she assumed what you did was friend thing.

Angie hated it. She sat watching the two of you flirting- and neither of you realized you were? You were holding hands for fucks sake. And Donna was referring to you as those annoyingly cute nicknames every now and again.

Why don't you two just kiss already.

Angie froze. She had an idea

It took weeks to somewhat beg Donna to take the three of you down to the dock- but in the end it will be worth it- at least that's what Angie thought. She had the whole thing planned. She just needed the perfect time to strike.

It was a warm day- the three of you sat at the docks for some lunch.

The two of you spoke of things Angie didn't care to listen. She just wanted the plan to happen already. Angie just needed to be patient.

Something she isn't.

"Angie take that stick out of your mouth. Don't eat that" Donna spoke facing Angie. Grumbling something coherent Angie took it out. The thing covered in small doll like bites before throwing it.

"I wanna look at the fishes." Angie spoke- she ran out of patience. She can't sit and watch- whatever the hells happening between Donna and you. Standing she rushed close to the edge but far enough away to not be spotted if someone was there as well. "Well? You two coming?"

She watched you both stand to go to the edge of the deck. Her plan was in motion.

Angie placed the stick closer to Donna's foot- the romantic idea coming into play. She would fall- you'd catch her and boom you two will kiss. Angie giggled to herself- it's foil proof. Nothing will go wrong.

Until it did go wrong.

Donna took a step back- turning her foot slid underneath- gasping loudly- you turned without a second thought grabing her arm you pulled her towards you before she fell- you held Donna there for a moment before you heard it. The sound you never wanted to hear. She hissed in pain. Letting go you jumped back watching Donna rub her arm slowly- in pain. Panic settled in.

You hurt her.

You hurt the woman you love

How could you do such a thing? You started to lose your breath. Breathing hard- panicking. Donna's head shot up sharply- she froze. She took in your panicked state. The way you held your hands close to your chest The terror- the fear. The guilt. "Y/N" she spoke your name slowly. She took a step forward. You took one back. She froze her hand reached out to try to touch yours-

"DON'T."

Your voice shocked you both- you've never risen your voice at her- or anyone before. "Don't touch me. I- I don't what to hurt you again." Donna's heart broke once she heard you. She put her arm back to help comfort you

"You didnt-"

"Yes. I did. Look at your arm. I-" gulping- tears pooled at your eyes. Can you even cry? Were you allowed that after what you did? You needed to leave. Run and hide. Be away from what you did. And so you did.

"I'm sorry"

You ran

It took a moment for Donna to snap out of it. Snap out of the shock of you yelling- the flinching away from her to fully realize what really happened. Once it clicked in her head she ran as fast as she could back to the house. Of course you'd freak out. You were always worried of hurting someone- hurting her. Keeping touches at a minimum- only taps or handholding- but you accidentally grabbed her rougher then usual.

Running into the house she went room to room to try and find you. Her nerves were shot. She felt sick to her stomach for not comforting you as soon as she realized what happened.

Room to room. She couldn't find you- tears started to fall. Did you leave her? Because of what you thought you did? Please.

It all started to be a blur- her sight blured from the tears and nausea she felt. Her breath became ragged- uneven.

Where were you?

She ran to her workshop looked head to toe for you.

You weren't there

It started off slow. Donna eased you into holding hands to grow more comfortable with touching- to hold someone's hand and not feel like your hurting them. Not that you would purposely

"Like this" Donna spoke softly- reaching over to hold your hand in such a soft way- resting her palm up on hers until she slowly closed her hand over yours- waiting for you to do the same. Brushing her thumb against your hand she watched your face flush- a soft smile appeared on both your faces.

"See? I knew you could do it" she hummed softly as you copied her brushing your thumb against her hand back. Her face red under her veil from the small yet soft interaction

"you won't hurt me"

Yet you did.

You did hurt her- grab her arm- enough for her to hurt. To possibly bruise. Break even if you didn't stop.

Curing up in the corner you sobbed- you could hear her running around calling for you. But you can't. You can't face Donna- not after what you did. Hear her begging for you to come out.

You can't. Not now.

Rubbing your eyes harshly you sobbed- the Grey around the eyes darkened from how harshly you wiped the tears away. Biting your lip from crying out- you didn't want her to find you. Sniffling you listened to figure put where she was.

It was silent.

Looking up- you froze, you saw Donna panting heavily in the doorway- watching you. Possibly judging you from behind her veil- you weren't sure but you wouldn't blame her. Walking towards you slowly to not spook you more then you already were.

"Y/N" Donna called out quietly relief escaping her as if she'd blink and you'd be gone. Kneeling down infront of you she stared silently. "Your ok.." holding her hands out to you- she slowly inched closer to you.

"No- I don't" you stuttered- freaking out. Looking away from Donna you came close to crying again "I don't want to hurt you again"

"You won't"

No hesitation. Donna knew you didn't mean to- it was an accident. Seeing you like this- broke her. She knew how you felt about accidentally hurting her- or anyone. "Don't." Putting her hand up to stop you from talking "Its the truth. I'm not mad or anything."

"You didn't mean it"

You broke. Sobbing into your hands before hands pulled them away from your face- then being pulled into her arms. Resting against Donna's front she held you silently as you sobbed into her. Slowly- you put your hands up to hold her as well. Before you let them drop against her side.

She can forgive you- but you can't.

You want to hold her back- but you can't risk it.

"Its ok" Donna whispered rubbing your back "you didn't mean to. It's ok" she held you as you sobbed- brushing her hands acrossed your back gently she brought them to the top of your head- running her fingers along your scalp as gently as she could- she waited until you were done crying against her to pull you up to look in your face.

"Donna-"

"No." She interrupted stern but kind "you grabbed my arm yes. But it was to help me up- not to hurt me. I am fine. We are fine." Brushing her thumb on your arm- she waited watching you incase you were to object- knowing how stubborn she'd be you stayed silent. It wouldn't be a quick thing to forgive yourself for- but you know deep down- it wasn't your fault.

You just felt like it was. But right here- in Donna's arms you couldn't help but see it her way- how she comforted you on what you did. Even by accident- she'd always forgive you.

Bringing your arms around her waist you pulled her into a hug- she did the same- smiling under her veil as she did.

Two weeks have past from that interaction- nothing changed minus Donna holding your hand more often. Snuggling into your side during movie nights(Angie dangling from the top dresser like the weirdo she is), holding your arm on walks more often- like she was making sure you weren't gonna run off or something

The sight infront of you made you stop- Donna stood drinking tea in the kitchen- without her veil. Your face flushed a bit- as you grew more confident to touching her again more often she has been trying to be more comfortable without her veil- something she insisted was fair no matter how much you tried to convince her otherwise

It wasn't the first time you've seen her without her veil- it wasn't going to be the last either- but each time it was like a world wind of emotions hitting you- each time you were almost always caught staring at her face blushing- causing Donna to flush as well. You've grown used to how expressive she is with her hands- but not how expressive her face is.

Everytime she was nervous or excited- she'd bite her lip- just like she does when shes working on the dolls- rare times she allows you in- and without her veil- she'd bite her lip in concentration- a small smile when she finally finished the final stitch- before moving onto the painting.

Dinner was different too- the way she licked her lips when she at something and didn't feel like getting a napkin- always caused you to flustered in your seat- and her smile. It was nothing like you'd ever imagined- it was so much more gorgeous then you dreamed of- how relaxed she got then smiling after- if your heart could beat fast or flutter it would everytime you saw it.

"-ace?"

Blinking you looked at Donna who refused to look at you in the eyes looking to the side shyly- shifting slightly she glanced at you- "is- Is there something on my face-" she repeated nervously biting her lip

"Yes- no- wait-" stumbling over your words you glanced around the room "No- there isn't. I'm sorry I uh- your just very pretty" scratching the back of your neck it was silent for a couple minutes

".. you don't need to lie"

Looking over quickly- Donna had a look of sadness on her face- her hand went up to the mass that took her right eye

"No. Your a beautiful woman Donna" before she could respond you took a step forward slowly towards her "Your scar is gorgeous too. It tells a story. Like all markings on bodies do. And I feel just like your personality- you on the outside are a beautiful woman" you awkwardly spoke- it wasn't something that could make her confidence right away- but maybe one day it will.

Reaching your hands to her face- she allowed you to cradle her face in your hands- you smiled softly- caressing the mutated eye as softly as you could- "you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on" you spoke without hesitation- Donna's face flushed darkly at the statement- a large grin appeared on her face. Moving forward she hid her face in your neck clinging to your jacket

"Oh- come on now Donna" humming you brought your hands on the small of her back smiling "let me see your beautiful face hun" a sharp breath escaped Donna before a moment she pulled back to look at you shyly. She reached over wrapping her arms around your neck- looking into your eyes she bit her bottom lip gently glancing at yours before looking in your eyes again.

"C-" Donna started- clearing her throat a boost of confidence filled her- "can I kiss you?"

"I'd want nothing more"

She didn't hesitate after getting permission- she brought you close to her brushing her lips against yours gently- pulling back for only a second to get a feel on how to go about it- before she kissed you again. Pouring her love and affection as she can towards you as she did- humming against your mouth sending a vibration causing a noise to escape you- grabing her hips they tightened gently causing her to groan against you. Pulling back Donna rested her forehead against yours- smiling gently at you.

"GOD get a room you two" Angie screeched fake gaging behind Donna- the two of you pulled away flushed but amused

"Maybe I'll kiss them during dinner" Donna thought alot smiling at a gaging Angie who screeched like a rabid animal- running she grabbed Donna's dress pulling it slightly yelling profanities as she did

"NOOO DON'T FUCKING KISS OVER MY SALAD" Angie cursed lowly before freezing under the closed eye smile "...whoops" letting go of her dress Angie took a step back

"Angie."

"NO" Angie yelled running out of the room "NOT THE WATER BOTTLE FUCK IM SORRY- SORRY FOR THAT TOO" With that Angie disappeared

Turning towards you a bashful look appeared on her face "I'm.. sorry about that- I guess Karl taught her one too many curses.. one was more then enough.." Donna mumbled fhe last part. Clearing her throat she looked at you- reaching over to hold your hand "so uh- are we together now-?" Sounding unsure of herself she glanced away shyly

"I'd love nothing more"

#i had an idea for it- and was like #instead of just Heisenburgs creation its BOTH #since its #Frankenstein #oh-#donna talks alot cause they talked about how you needed someone othee then angie teaching you how to speak.#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #angie had the idea from the little mermaid-#she felt bad after words #can you tell this is the second time ive ever wrote a kiss scene #idk what im doing #i wrote and then proceeded to delete the veil reveal scene since i fucking hated it #i think its ok not to have it this time #the fucking ending gave me whiplash i hate it idk how to end a fic right-#ill just keep going

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nanowrimo · 2 years

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Black Joy Is Revolutionary or Why Writing Black Doesn't Equal Trauma or Pain

It’s important to talk about what kind of stories get represented in mainstream media. NaNo Participant Kymberlyn Reed tells us why stories centered around Black joy are necessary. As a little Black girl who loved reading, it always saddened me that there was never a Babysitter's Club or Sweet Valley High series in which Black kids were centered (not sidekicks or best friends lacking a backstory) just having fun, going through typical teenage stuff and hanging out with cool friends. The fantasy genre, as much as I loved it, also seemed to have no place for Black people to had amazing adventures in far away worlds.

That's why — as a middle aged Blerd — I have been on an absolute roll with so many wonderful stories about Black people just existing and I think there needs to be MORE of them. There is room for Black joy in a society that devalues Blackness as a whole (while co-opting and/or misappropriating the aspects it finds marketable).

This isn't to say there's no need for stories centered around the very real issues of social justice. There's a reason Angie Thomas' The Hate U Give resonated with so many readers of all races (and why so many school districts are trying to ban it). However, not everything about Blackness is about pain and suffering.

And that's the problem. The idea of a single black experience — mainly centered around our suffering —has far too long dictated what people want to write and/or read about us. If there had been more books about Black mermaids in the past (despite the fact that many African cultures have myths about mermaids), people probably wouldn't be losing their minds over Halle Bailey right now.

Not every book about Black people needs to be a "teachable moment" for non-Black readers. Black people should not have to exist or expend unpaid emotional labor just to "teach." Our historical and current traumas should not be the only way to create "empathy.”

Black joy seems to upset people or has some of them believing it's not "authentic Blackness." One of my all time favorite romance authors — Beverly Jenkins — once received a letter from a white reader who was SHOCKED that Black people actually fell in love and had committed relationships! She long believed that Black people just had indiscriminate sex and children out of wedlock.

It took a historical romance featuring a Black hero and heroine to open this woman's mind.

Reading and writing about Black people doing the mundane (as we do everyday) in made up worlds shows us just being, that our skin in all of its glorious hues, is just a part of who we are. We have many intersecting identities, and limiting us to the "poor downtrodden Black person in need of saving" deprives us of our individuality.

Black LGBTQ have coming-out stories and meet-cutes.

Black girls can be princesses.

Black men can be cowboys (and in fact were some of the original cowboys).

Most importantly, Black people exist in every walk of life, even in places and spaces where the media at large ignores our presence. For example, there are Black surfers who teach free courses at The Inkwell, a historic stretch of beach located in Santa Monica, California.

When you read or write about Black people living fully, you are changing the narrative and in a lot of ways, changing minds. Not only that, but writing Black joy is fun too. It's inclusive and it's telling Black readers our stories matter.

All of them.

Kymberlyn Reed is an author who's been published in two countries--Germany and the U.S. No, she doesn't speak a bit of German, but her writing "sister" does.

She's been doing the NaNoWriMo thing for a long time now and will always be a pantser because her characters refuse to behave otherwise. She owns more books than clothes. She's also a lifelong Blerd, fountain pen and Japanese stationery aficionado, lipstick junkie, and an unapologetic metalhead who can do a pretty good death metal growl with enough absinthe in her system. Photo by Junior REIS on Unsplash

#nanowrimo #writing #amwriting #black joy #black stories #by nano guest #kymberlyn reed #Black Writers

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Talana in the Sims 2!

I don’t have any of the “correct” accessories and that is stopping me exactly 0% lol - I love this galaxy blush so much, it’s even blue and matches her skin tone! :D

Initially I wasn’t actually sure what to do for her clothes because I didn’t have anything suitably sexy enough, but as I mulled it over I realized hey, didn’t Revenge of the Jedi come out in in ‘83? And SCII came out in ‘92....huh. I’d still like to do my own retexture, but it’s a decent base to work from!

Of the neighbors that initially came to greet her, only DAX was another SCII member, so I had her greet just him, hoping they’d be friends :D They did not! >:0 DAX was rude to her immediately! DAX!

If you dare say something like “You’re prettier when you’re mad” >:(

Well that went well

He came back later that night and acted shady - DAX! Don’t be mean to Talana!!

DAX! >:0

Interestingly enough, I had only had her interact with DAX at this point, but she had seen multiple other people while I took her clothes-shopping earlier - she didn’t greet any of them, but they’re still stored in her hidden memories! I just think that’s a really cool design :D She doesn’t have a relationship with them, but she does have eyes! It’s little touches like this that make me love this game

Pft. Subtle, Talana

I decided after they cooled down that I could try and have them get along by slowly building their relationship over the phone - they probably would get along better if they didn’t have to look at each other lol

Talana was caught spying on Stanley, apparently he’s her type. You can’t use your telescope to peep on human males, Talana!

Now that she and DAX are on better terms, I invited the whole household over! :D Everyone is so attracted to Stanley! Stanley is unphased lol

Captain, please

Everyone thinking about the Captain! She actually rejected his compliment at first haha, oh no!

ZEX immediately went for her ballet bar, why

“The Captain is HOT!” - Talana (and ZEX)

Aww haha ♥ He came over to help of his own volition ♪

I looked back over and- DAX were you just waiting your turn??

Now that they’re not angry at each other anymore, but still mad about other people lol, angy buddies

A mermaid you say. Talana’s Lifetime Want was to be the Hand of Poseidon (Level 10 Oceanography career), it was too perfect not to haha

I gave her some sharp teeth accessories but unfortunately they kept flashing blue every time I reset the lot so I ended up taking them off for the rest of these :P I still think little pointy teeth are cool tho!

I think she missed you Captain

Hot tub time! I wonder what sweet nothings she’s whispering to him hehe

This animation is so cute ;;♥ Such a gentle kiss! Very sweet

Look! He’s sitting on her lap a little bit!!

He’s such a little spoon lol ♪ Also his hand casually on her butt hehe

Party time! Talana needed a lot of friends for her promotions so this was mostly a networking party lol, what an interesting bunch of crossovers - in this bunch we have Mariella and Stanley from The Stanley Parable, ZEX, and Miles Edgeworth :D

And on the other side, we’ve got Phoenix, the Captain, DAX, and the Curator :D I wanted to invite the Narrator but I ran out of room on the guest list D: Still though, a good mix!

Can you guys chill you’ve been here for like two seconds

Miles is not interested in your ghost stories, ZEX. Actually, I’ll need to increase Miles’ and Phoenix’s interest in the paranormal when I hop back into their lot now that I think of it

Them being in this hot tub makes me nervous - I’ve set them both to be as ace as the game will allow (0/0 attraction to men and women, I wish there was an alloace option tho :( I might be able to simulate it with ACR, but they’re so quick to jump into bed with each other! Hgh) but this specific hot tub is an Aspiration Reward and thus behaves weirdly - just don’t get any funny ideas! I see you Phoenix! Also DAX in the background checking out ZEX lol

Not that I want any of you hanging out in the hot tub but why are you two standing behind it - you can see the empty seats, right?

Back inside, of course these two are being goofy together haha

Oh hey DAX :)

Captain please, find your chill, you literally just tried to invite Talana to bed right in the middle of everyone - ACR strikes again! Yes Mariella and the Curator were subjected to that lol

Overview of the party - we’ve got Mariella on the ballet bar, ZEX and the Captain talking about robbery, the Curator in her bathing suit chatting with Talana, a broken shower in the middle there, Stanley and Phoenix in the hot tub together, DAX stepping out into the backyard, and Miles eating some chips at the bar. Pretty sick party :D

Something about these three from such different games all hanging out in a hot tub together is very funny to me lol

The Captain called! :D He invited her out on a date, though they’d actually just had one lol - he wanted a round 2!

They went out and got their pictures taken ♪

And a little something else as well lol. I like the Public Woohoo memory icon in this context, it reminds me of a flying saucer and they are both aliens so

They’re so cuuuute ahhhh ♥ I love the way it looks like Talana got embarrassed from the first smooch and blocked the camera hehe 💕 The Captain’s laughing face is so charming!

Two Dream Dates back to back, he dropped off two bouquets that night haha

Did the thing! :D Now that I’ve gotten her LTW, I’m not sure how much more I’m gonna play on her lot, but it was a bunch of fun to basically slow-speedrun her to this point haha

#WPVG #WPTS2 #The Sims 2 #The Sims #SCII #And a silly to start off the set with lol it's a good meme template! And now I finally have one of myself and not just Fig lol #Shitpost #I have my own thoughts about how the Syreen are portrayed in SCII but! I am still holding (most) judgement until I actually meet them lol #So like most things with SCII - I'll get there someday!#And as always it doesn't Actually change my thoughts about Syreen as what they are - I like them a lot! :D - just development etc.#ANYway lol #Jocasta was really fun to play :D #I don't usually go for a Sim's LTW - usually too many per household or I get bored lol - so it was fun as a challenge!#And all the steps to make it reality for her!#Making friends was definitely the biggest factor #DAX why >:0 But he came around eventually lol #Her and the Captain were quite fun to play against each other as well haha #I'm also way more used to having couples be in the same household so having to rely on the popout to see his Wants was different #She'd sometimes get bored by herself and roll the Date Want so I'd be like ''Yeah alright'' lol #They're not committed or anything but they do like each other a lot :)#And for the record the party was awesome lol #Pretty sure I got the highest possible score - I love how janky parties are in TS2 lol #So dissimilar to the date mechanic! Too big I guess haha #Just so fun to see everyone interact! That's the best part of the Sims haha #I am tempted to move a Sarah and Jocasta in next door sometime :0 #Although I don't have a human uniform for male or female Sims yet lol #Then again I just stuck the Captain in a pirate coat :P #He's cosplaying! From the Pirate Fic! Haha #It's an idea ♪#Unsurprisingly I had to force it to post lol

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This is part of the Royal/Fantasy AU that I sent requests for a while back, the one where Ouma gives thanks to Kaede for saving him from execution! And I'm still winging it. This is pretty much just explaining what Angie's been up to... as you can imagine, yes I've used these ideas for my own stuff too lol.

Angie Yonaga wasn't always a travelling merchant, going from kingdom to kingdom to sell her work and share her faith and culture with the citizens. Before she came to the mainland, she was a renowned oracle of her island, highly respected by all. Unfortunately, her tropical paradise was... to put it lightly, battered by intense natural disasters year-round for almost five years by the time Yonaga came to know of her powers one fateful day.

As the first spirit medium in many generations, for which she gave thanks to the gods helping their people out through her, she was able to find out that unusually powerful evil spirits, that of mermaids, were behind the catastrophes and was able to subsequently banish them the right way. But even if the cause had been patched, much of the damage had been done. To deal with the aftermath, they reached out to the mainland and asked for help there, in exchange for tropical exclusives... and communication with the dead through Yonaga. The citizens of the Vithrice Kingdom were particularly interested (... although, the chief knightess hated it.)

Two years came and went like this until one day... her control of her power faded. She couldn't understand why. She needed this power to help her island; it was their main selling point! It's not like it completely disappeared at least, she could still see ghosts... but they were flickers now. They were unintelligible. She found it harder and harder to recall any of her spiritual rituals, even the ones she did on a weekly basis by now. She stopped accepting orders... which meant a halt in her island's progress. Of course, she could always simply shrug her shoulders and start making stuff up from now on. But after two years of being spot-on, she doubted it wouldn't be long before she was caught.

Which leads us back to the present day! And you, Myth. Headcanons for how she deals with losing her spiritual powers, and being unable to help her island anymore much?

oooo hope I did these well!

She felt like she was going crazy. She couldn’t quite place when her powers started to fade, just that they did, little by little. Ghosts turned into flickers, she was forgetting rituals…

It felt so incredibly lonely. She could keep spreading word of her culture, the help that her island needed from the destruction that was caused by mermaids, but it didn’t feel like enough.

Angie knew that she had the choice to lie and say that she still had her powers, but she’d been using them for so long that she knew she’d be found out easily. That was almost a worse fate.

So she started pulling away from anything to do with her former powers. She started just talking about her culture, her island, what she had to sell otherwise. It felt almost empty.

She could only hope that her island would get the help that it still needed for all that destruction, but day by day, as her powers waned more, so did her hope for the best.

#answered ask #headcanons #angie yonaga #danganronpa #ndrv3

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CHIDUKO + HITOMI <3<3<3

so true bestie💜

1) who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter see you’d think that chiduko is the teasing werewolf and hitomi is the stone-cold hunter (and you’d be correct!), BUT! consider feral hitomi and chiduko on the chase. consider it. you know you want to. 2) who’s the mermaid and who’s the angler mermaid chiduko my love... also angy fisherwoman hitomi. women want her, fish fear her. merm chiduko doesn’t know a lot about humans (or personal space) and hitomi is not a great example of the species as a whole, but who is, really? 3) who’s the witch and who’s the familiar I feel like it’s the obvious answer here but I just. I want witchy chiduko forming a pact with the devil. that’s where her birthmark comes from! I’m a genius. also demon!hitomi as her familiar... oh my. yes please. 4) who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict hitomi strikes me as the sort of person who either doesn’t drink coffee at all or drinks a LOT. I think she’s the coffee addict for this one, and I think chiduko is the barista who learns her usual order pretty much instantly. I don’t imagine it takes much though, since it feels likely to me that hitomi likes her coffee black or near enough to it. I do not drink coffee. 5) who’s the professor and who’s the TA I don’t think either of them have the skillset for this tbh. that said, if I absolutely had to pick, I’d say hitomi professor and chiduko teacher’s assistant. chiduko would try and make everything cute and personal and be far too nosy with both the students and the professor. it’s a good thing she’s endearing, huh? 6) who’s the knight and who’s the princess there’s an obvious answer, and then there’s the less obvious answer. the obvious answer is hitomi knight chiduko princess, with chiduko making her knight do all sorts of things for her bc hitomi can’t refuse. the less obvious answer is chiduko playful knight and hitomi tomboyish princess who taught herself weapon skills and insists that her personal knight let her deal with things. basically, chiduko is bad at her job (but it’s on purpose bc gay) and hitomi tries to fight everyone even though she’s not supposed to. basically canon, right? 7) who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent hitomi doesn’t actually want kids herself, but she couldn’t resist becoming a martial arts instructor to teach them how to defend themselves like she did when she was in school. I was trying to think about single parent chiduko and had the thought “mikoto was her ex-wife” which is HILARIOUS to me. I think chiduko was heartbroken bc mikoto grew disillusioned with her and her little ‘personal habits’ and demanded a divorce, so hitomi is kind of a rebound but also like. the good kind. the kind who opens up eventually and loves her completely. 8) who’s the writer and who’s the editor again idk that they have the skillset for this but I’ll bite. hitomi wants to write cool fight scenes, and she’s got the technical knowledge of those parts down, but the leadup and fallout need a LOT of work on pacing, dialogue, setting... the list goes on. chiduko takes quite a few artistic liberties with fixing these parts. ALTERNATIVELY chiduko is very much “the ideas guy” with veeeery sloppy actual writing which hitomi takes great pains to clean up. send me a ship ! also, feel free to ask me to elaborate more on headcanons for these!

#headcanons #AUs #ask meme #chiduhito #chiduko sakamaki #hitomi shiga #n girls love live #n girls #n card girls #llsif normals #chiduhito tag #chiduko sakamaki tag #hitomi shiga tag #my faves here are:#werewolf au + witch au + princess au #werewolf au #witch au #princess au

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anotherhamiltonblog · 4 years

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The Charity Ball.

George Washington x Reader one shot!

Request from 50 Cute Meets #38: You help a lost child find their parent together.

Thank you for the request! I loved how this worked out.

Word Count: 1.165

AN: most of this, i googled... so if there’s any wrong information. Please tell me. I just wrote this and it’s now almost 3 am.

no warnings, just a cute one shot!

A charity ball in New York City, it was a big deal. Chief Washington from the New York Fire Department and his squad was invited. Firehouse 82 was one of the best working firehouses in New York, never a complaint made.

It was an honor and Y/N, the one in charge of the event, being an event planner. She couldn’t have been in a better mood as the night was going smoothly. The event being for raising money for Mission, The Firefighters Charitable Foundation's or FFCF. A charity to help primary focus is to provide much needed financial assistance to individuals who have been affected by a fire or disaster.

After all the speeches were made, Y/N having had spoken as well thanking everyone and especially the fire department. When it was done, and everyone was socializing. Y/N was walking around with her peach colored sequin mermaid dress that was laced up in the back. Y/N felt beautiful, even with the dress being slightly see-through under her bust. It was her first big event. A family one and one that was going so beautifully. Having raised a lot more than they were even expecting.

As she was about to finally get a drink to relax a little bit since the dinner, awards and speeches were over. Yet, even over the music Y/N heard whimpering. Looking around, Y/N finally saw a small child cowering next to the bar.

“Hey sweetie…” she spoke softly and bent down to talk to the small girl. “What’s your name?”

When the little girl didn’t speak, Y/N frowned. “Good idea, talking to strangers is bad. Right?” she nodded and smiled. “You see this big party? I’m the one who helped make it happen. So, I’m sorta like the boss here.” Y/N smiled when the girl glanced around at the party. “Why don’t you come out and I can help you find your mommy and daddy? Yeah?” she offered and held her perfectly manicured hand out.

It was about a minute or two later when the girl grabbed her hand and the two stood up. Y/N realizing how small the child actually was. She picked her up so they wouldn’t be separated.

“I’m Y/N L/N by the way.” Y/N glanced at the little girl in her arms. “Can you tell me your name?”

But before the girl could answer, a male voice spoke up a few feet ahead of them.

“Angie Hamilton, is that you?”

Looking up when the girl looked at the man with a smile. She reached her arms out to the male and Y/N had no choice but to hand her over. Or else she would have fallen over with the heels she was wearing.

“Uncle George!” she squealed in his arms and Y/N watched with a small smile.

“So, you aren’t the father.” Y/N spoke and crossed her arms over her chest.

“No… no. Her father he works at Firehouse 82 for me as Captain Hamilton of engine 80.” He spoke and nodded.

“Well, Chief Washington. I’m Y/N L/N and it’s a pleasure to meet you… why don’t we get this one to her parents though?” Y/N suggest and laughed as the girl Angie was playing with George’s bow-tie.

“I think that’s a good idea.” He nodded. “Gives me a chance to give him a talking to for not looking after Angie here.”

With a soft laugh, the two started to walk, looking for Captain Alexander Hamilton.

“You did an amazing job tonight by the way.” George spoke up after a minute of silence between the two of them. “Best Charity event I’ve been too… hands down.”

With a blush, Y/N looked to her feet and thanked him. “It’s for a good cause. People seem to forget that just because the fire is put out, doesn’t mean that the damage is covered. A lot of places stayed destroyed cause insurance didn’t cover it. Or homes and apartments and orphanages…” taking a deep breath to calm down, Y/N bite down on her lip. Mumbling a small sorry, she refused to look at George.

“Hey, no need to be sorry. I’m glad your passionate about it. Not many people are. You proved that in your speech earlier. I was listening to each word.” He nudged her arm and Y/N giggled. “Look, the money only really started going up after you spoke. Therefore, we have you to thank for tonight being a success.”

Finding Alexander and his wife. The two arguing about Alexander ‘losing’ his daughter. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“Hamilton! A word of warning…” George’s voice was sharp and serious, Y/N having to look away as she found it extremely attractive.

“Sir, whatever it is… Jefferson started it!” Alexander said quickly as he sprung around to face his chief.

Biting back a laugh, Y/N had to cover her mouth with her hand. Alexander’s wife being in the same position as her and the two caught each other’s eye before falling into a fir of giggles.

George was smirking and glanced at Angie. “See that? Looks like your daddy is guilty of something.” He spoke to the girl who also giggled. “If I see her or Phillip unattended again… well, you’ll be sorry tomorrow morning.” He gave Alexander a pointed look who nodded quickly and apologized before grabbing Angie.

After saying goodbyes, Y/N turned to George.

“Would you like to grab a drink?” she asked. “I am off the clock; I think I can finally enjoy my night.”

Agreeing, he held his arm out for Y/N to take. As they headed to the bar, each getting a drink. Both the event planner and New York’s Chief of Fire of Firehouse 82 spent the rest of the night at the bar talking.

By the time the night was dying down and mostly everyone had left, George and Y/N walked out of the building. Y/N with George’s coat over her shoulders as the night was cold.

“I would love to see you again…” he said softly and looked down at her.

“I would really like that as well… but I know your schedule must be crazy…” Y/N raised an eyebrow. Catching the hint of sadness behind his chocolate brown eyes. “How about I bring you breakfast tomorrow morning for the station? Luckily, with my job… I can do it anywhere whenever I don’t actually have to meet with my clients and check out locations.”

“I would love that, Y/N…” he agreed.

Calling a cab, George allowed Y/N to take it as another one was coming. Having exchanged numbers, Y/N placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you in the morning chief.” Y/n said with a wink and got into the car. After the door was closed and she gave the driver her address. The car took off.

George stood there on the sidewalk, just watching the car go. Feeling incredibly content and he couldn’t wait to go into work the next morning.

#george washington #george washington x reader #christopher jackson #christopher jackson x reader #hamilton au #hamilton firefighter au #chief of fire george #hamilton fanfic #hamilton #alexander hamilton

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i have some thoughts about the prom movie casting

you can read it if you wish, or not. I just need to vent. Also feel free to like/reblog.

Some of these may be popular opinions, others may not be. These are just my thoughts and I’d be more than happy to have a (respectful) conversation about the casting choices they’ve made 😊

First I’m gonna start off with the fact that Ryan Murphy is directing this. I have mixed feelings. While I was absolutely obsessed with Glee growing up (it very much still is a guilty pleasure) and have watched some of his other shows (American Horror Stories, Scream Queens, etc), I do still have my worries. He isn’t necessarily famous for his outstanding wlw representation so I was kinda surprised when he jumped on this. Maybe this will be his redemption, I don’t know. He does seem to be worrying more about big names than getting actors who are true to the characters. And his lack of diversity in his casting has me worried. With that being said, lemme jump into the four broadway stars.

Meryl Streep as Dee Dee Allen. She was good in Mamma Mia, she was good in Into the Woods. She can definitely sing, I have no worries she’ll do this role well. I really wasn’t that surprised to find out she was doing Dee Dee. I’m excited to hear her sing “It’s Not About Me” and “The Lady’s Improving.” While of course I wish Beth Leavel could reprise her role in the movie, I do believe Meryl will do a great job.

James Corden as Barry Glickman. This one I have mixed feelings about. I have been a fan of James since his old BBC Show “Gavin and Stacey.” I loved him in Into the Woods and think he’s done an amazing job both times he’s hosted the Tony Awards. I do believe he could sing “Barry is Going to Prom” well and sound good, he is a strong singer. Here’s my issue. Barry is a gay Jewish man. Brooks Ashmanskas is a gay man (I’m not sure if he’s Jewish). James is neither of those things. He’s just a straight, cis-gender, white guy. In all honesty I believe he’ll probably do a good job, I just wish they had cast someone else (like idk maybe Brooks, just a thought) that wasn’t straight, white, and/or cis. One name I’ve seen thrown around that would’ve made a great Barry was Tituss Burgess, and he would’ve been great. He has the Broadway experience from The Little Mermaid and the screen experience from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.

Nicole Kidman as Angie Dickinson. This one I’m just kinda meh about. I don’t have a strong opinion one way or another. I know she can sing since she was in Moulin Rouge and did an amazing job. She has the look, and maybe I’m going crazy but I thought I saw an interview where Angie said she would be fine with Kidman playing her in the movie. Although now I can’t seem to find that article, so maybe I dreamt it. All in all, I think she’ll do okay. I’m just happy they still have Angie and Trent in the movie and aren’t writing them out like the book.

Andrew Rannells as Trent Oliver. This one I am super excited for. I think Andrew would make an amazing Trent. I am so excited to hear him sing “The Acceptance Song” and “Love Thy Neighbor” and depending on who they end up casting for Emma and Alyssa those two may be the only songs I listen to from the movie soundtrack lol. I think he’s really gonna do this character justice and I’m very happy they found a gay man to play this role. I just wish they would’ve done the same thing with Barry. I think Andrew and Meryl (depending on how she does) may be the saving grace of this movie.

Awkwafina as Ms. Sheldon. I can’t speak on this one too much seeming as how I know absolutely nothing about her. I haven’t watched anything she’s been in or listened to any of her music. I do know she’s at least been to see the show which I don’t know if anyone else that’s been cast has. I could be wrong though. I do think it’s cool that they’ve cast a female in this role though.

Keegan Michael Key as Principle Hawkins. This is another one I don’t have a super strong opinion on. I have no idea how he is singing wise, but Hawkins only has the one song. Which they better not cut, because I think it’s a beautiful song. I think it’ll be interesting seeing him interact with Meryl Streep, hopefully they have as strong of a chemistry as Michael and Beth did. This is one of those wait-and-see things for me.

When it comes to Emma and Alyssa.

Obviously I would love to see Caitlin and Izzy reprise their roles. The likelihood of that happening? Not very. If Murphy wants to cast a big name in this movie for Alyssa Greene, I personally think he should go for Zendya. She can sing, she’s been in movie musicals before, and she’s a woman of color. She also could pull off playing a teenager way more than Ariana Grande ever could. When it comes to casting Emma I think they should look to the Jimmy Awards, as there are huge sources of talent coming from them. And the people that compete in the Jimmy Awards are (or were, as some of them have obviously graduated by now) high schoolers and are musical theatre performers. Lord help us if Murphy ends up casting Taylor Swift.

TL;DR Meryl should be fine. They should have cast Tituss Burgess for Barry. I have no opinions on Nicole. Andrew will be great. I know nothing about Awkwafina, and Keegan I have no strong opinion on. Thank Jesus Ariana isn’t playing Alyssa. While I want Caitlin and Izzy to reprise, Zendya is my choice for Alyssa and they should look for actual musical theatre people to play Emma. I have hopes, but I’m setting the bar low.

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moonstruckbucky · 5 years

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Once Upon an Us (3/?)

Summary: When your childhood best friend asks you to be her Maid of Honor in her wedding, you’re thrilled. When she confesses that your ex is the best man, you’re suddenly not so sure about this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: A boatload of angst, some nasty words, Bucky and reader are both mean, fluff, and some good old smut

Notes: Where y’all at with the feedback? I hate to see this story flop...

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chapter three.

“I thought you didn’t want frou-frou? This seems pretty close to frou-frou to me,” you complained, face contorting as you pinched the massive skirt of the first dress Natasha insisted on trying. First on her wedding to-do list was, of course, to find a dress, so the two of you, plus two of your closest friends Wanda and Okoye, headed out early this morning to begin the search.

Nat grimaced, tilting her head as she looked in the mirror. “I just wanted to make sure I was out of the princess poof stage, and I most definitely am. Let’s get me out of this thing.”

“I kind of like it,” said Okoye, touching the skirt with a feather-light touch.

The dark-skinned woman had been Nat’s roommate in college, and their friendship only grew after they graduated. She fit right in within your ragtag group of friends.

Noticing the looks she was getting, Okoye let go of the dress and sighed. “Or it’s too much.”

You giggled, patting her on the shoulder as Nat stepped off the platform and stripped out of the dress. It was a two-person operation given how massive the skirt was, but finally it was back on a hanger to return to the sales floor, and the group was dispersing to find more dresses.

It was made a little tougher by the fact that Nat wasn’t completely sure what she wanted, but she was open to anything and would no doubt make any dress look amazing. The next one pulled off the rack was one of Natasha’s own choices, but she was out of it almost as soon as it was zipped up.

“Nope, no way. This mermaid-style makes my hips look ginormous. What’s next?”

The third dress was an improvement from the last. An empire waist covered in lace extended down into a pretty skirt with a long train. It had thin sleeves and a pretty scooping neckline. Natasha ran her hands over the material, a small sparkle in her eye.

“It’s pretty, Nat,” you sang, reading the look on her face like an open book. She twisted her mouth to the side as the others murmured their agreement.

“Is it dumb to say yes to the third dress you’ve tried on?” she asked, voice uncharacteristically shy. You reached up to grab her hand, your thumb drifting over the back of it in comfort.

“Not if you love it and can see yourself getting married in it.”

She seemed to weigh it a little more, before sighing. “Let’s...keep looking okay? I don’t want to make a decision just yet and end up hating it.”

You exchanged a glance with Wanda, who then looked over at Okoye. The three of you shrugged and helped Nat strip out of the dress. She went through another six dresses, declining each of them before she was ready to leave and get some lunch. Over the meal, you and the three bridesmaids bounced ideas off Nat, who scrawled each one into the small notebook she carried with her.

“Have you thought about colors?” Wanda asked, spearing a cucumber and a piece of lettuce. She chewed slowly as she regarded Nat, who looked as if Wanda had asked her to choose between her two (nonexistent) children.

“Um, well, no?” she squeaked, face flushing as she dropped it into her hands and groaned. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s what we’re here for, sweetie,” you told her, resting a hand on her shoulder. “To help you decide. Plus, you don’t have to get everything done all at once. Where’s Steve on all this?”

She shrugged, sipping from her water. “He says to compile some ideas that I like and we’ll sit down and talk about them.”

Okoye sighed. “How is it you end up with perfect Prince Charming?”

The four of you dissolved into giggles before leaping right back into your conversation and planning. With the help of her friends, Nat was able to pinpoint three different color schemes for her wedding, which she would discuss with Steve later. Since she had all of her bridesmaids in front of her, plus her Maid of Honor, she opened up conversation about bridesmaid dresses. By the end of lunch, she had narrowed it down to long dresses, each of them in different styles to highlight her bridesmaids’ best attributes. She’d decide on a color once she and Steve picked their colors.

“So, Y/N, tell us all about what’s been going on with you,” Okoye said sometime later. The three of you ordered more glasses of wine after your meals had been cleared, not quite ready to leave just yet.

You only had a week with these girls until you could fly out here again, and you were going to make the most of it.

“You seeing anyone?” Wanda asked, not quite as slyly as she was going for. You raised your eyebrows and scoffed.

“With my work schedule? Hell no. I don’t have time.”

The girls exchanged glances, and fortunately you were an expert in ready them. Yeah, right, “work”.

“What?” you snarked, irritation rising. “I can be too busy to date.”

“Oh, yeah, of course you can,” Okoye agreed with a shrug. Seeing right through it, you crossed your arms and pursed your lips. “Okay, we’re just a little concerned, that’s all. You haven’t dated anyone since B—”

“Don’t say his name,” you hissed. “And I’ve dated plenty of people. Just none of them worked out.”

“Y/N….” Wanda sighed, looking at you warily. Your annoyance with them wasn’t hidden very well, and truth be told, you were sick of this round of questioning. You were fine. “Are you sure you can handle being around him again at the wedding? I mean, you guys haven’t talked in years. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Wanda,” you said through gritted teeth. “As long as he acts like an adult instead of a giant man-child, we’ll be fine. Why are you all so hung up on this?”

The three girls exchanged glances in front of you, setting off alarm bells in your head. “What aren’t you guys telling me?”

Nat sighed, choosing to be the one to fall on her sword. “We didn’t know how to tell you. Please don’t be mad, but we don’t think you should find out at the wedding.”

“Find out what?” Despite your rational side screaming not to, you felt worry creeping up your spine.

“Bucky’s seeing someone,” Nat finished, deflating like she’d just dropped the world off her shoulders.

“Has been seeing someone,” Wanda provided, meeting Nat’s gaze for a moment. “They’ve been together about eight months.”

It felt like you were underwater; all you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears and the pounding of your heartbeat. But why? You and Bucky had been over for years. It was good that he found someone to keep up with his emotional constipation and childish mood swings. Great, even.

So why did you feel so shitty?

“Y/N?” Okoye asked, laying a hand over yours. With her touch you snapped back to reality and smiled, though it was forced and tight.

“I’m fine, Okoye. That’s….that’s great, really. I’m glad he found someone.” Your voice sounded far away in your head. Looking around at your friends, you felt another spike of irritation. “Why are you guys looking at me like that? I’m not made of glass, you know. Bucky and I are over. Have been for years. That’s not about to change.”

Even in your head it sounded weak, but the force of your glare seemed to be enough for them all to nod and accept your words. Inside though, your heart was yelling at you that it was a bold-faced lie, which you promptly shut down before you could fall down that rabbit hole of heartbreak and self-destruction.

Fortunately, the others seemed to pick up on your sudden drop in mood and chose to shift the conversation yet again. Okoye had taken a promotion at her job, one which all of you felt was severely overdue, and Wanda talked about what life was like living with Vis. You commented here and there, but a dark cloud had settled over your mood in the shape of one Bucky Barnes. Thanks, girls.

At four, you decided to call it a day, and you and Nat hugged Okoye and Wanda goodbye before getting into Nat’s car. The ride was mostly silent, until Nat decided to break it.

“You can tell me, you know.” You looked over at her, hands at ten and two, eyes flickering between you and the road. “If you weren’t over him.”

“I am, Nat,” you sighed, hating that you were sounding like a broken record. “Even if I wasn’t, what’s the point? He has someone now, so can we just drop it?”

“Sure,” she murmured, reaching over to pat your thigh. Your lips quirked up at the corners, thanking some higher power that your best friend was so understanding.

Nat pulled the car into the driveway and the two of you got out, walking up the walkway arm-in-arm. You laughed at something Nat said as you entered the house, hanging up your coat on the hook by the door.

“Want some more wine?” questioned Nat, pulling two down from the rack above her island in the kitchen. At your nod, she poured you both hefty glasses of red.

“Honey?” Nat called, hearing the sounds of the television in the living room. You followed her, sipping from your wine.

“In here, babe,” came Steve’s voice.

As you rounded the corner to the living room, you stopped dead at the sight of the second body, lounging back in the reclining sofa, feet up as if he owned the place. Like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over you, you stiffened.

Bucky turned his head to greet Nat, and instead his eyes found you, wide and with warring emotions brewing behind them.

“Hello Bucky.”

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lunchlich · 6 years

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I wanted to make a little masterpost of my Marvel fics that I can update every so often, so it’ll be easier for the tumblr crowd to find them. Here’s all of the Marvel fics I’ve written under the cut, sorted by ship and with a short description/keywords and warnings. UPDATED: Dec. 2 2018

IronStrange

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Tony's loses his sight after an accident involving one of his suits.

Ongoing | 730 words | Rated T | Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Red Light

Stephen comforts Tony when he has a panic attack in bed.

One Shot | 1,300 words | Rated M | Hurt/Comfort, Mentioned sexual content

Stucky

Heart on Your Sleeve

No more hiding. No more secrecy. That's why they were headed out to a pride parade today, to celebrate how goddamn lucky they were to be here, how lucky they were to have each other. To show their love off, to give a big old middle finger to anyone who opposed it and to tell them that they're here to stay, for good. No more. Steve almost tears up thinking about it, what his first pride parade with his fiance means to him.

One Shot | 4,011 words | Rated T | Fluff, LGBT themes, mentioned period typical homophobia. Mentioned Clint/Natasha.

Too Loud

'Tony and Stephen are at it again' Is a group chat that gets way too much use from some annoyed and recently-woken up Avengers in the middle of the night.

One Shot | 1,066 words | Rated M | Humor, Domestic Avengers, Secret relationship, Implied sexual content, Ironstrange.

Ten Cents

Steve and Bucky enjoy the comfort and secrecy of Bucky's new apartment.

One Shot | 1,077 words | Rated G | Fluff, Pre-war, Trans Steve, Smoking

You Are

Steve’s dysphoria is really, really bad.

Ficlet | 395 words | Rated T | Dysphoria, Internalized transphobia, Pre-War, Trans Steve, Slight Hurt/Comfort

Dino Dash

Okay, so, getting into a car with a stranger is always a stupid idea. But this guy was nice and helped him out, and the coffee shop was only a couple of blocks away by now. He decides it's too much to walk that much further right now, and he doesn't want to call a taxi just to take him to the coffee shop. He can save that for getting home.

It's a stupid idea, but Steven Grant Rogers is a certified dumbass after all.

One Shot | 2,375 | Rated T | Modern AU, Meet-cute, Artist Steve/War Veteran Bucky | Available in Podfic form here

He’s Making A List, and Checking it Twice

It's the Christmas season of '35, and Bucky's got a few presents for Steve.

One Shot | 2,037 | Rated G | Christmas, First Kiss, Pre-war

Like Spring

Maybe having one only bed in their new apartment won't be so bad after all.

One Shot | 531 | Rated G | Sharing a Bed, Domestic Fluff

Brooklyn Leftovers

Steve Rogers puts everything on the line to make his dream come true: to tour the country with his little queercore punk rock band.

1/? | 1,252 | Rated M | Band AU, No Powers, LGBTQ Themes, Road Trips

WinterFrost

Fly Me To The Moon

Bucky plays a song he really likes for Loki.

One Shot | 1,003 words | Rated G | Fluff, First I Love You’s

Please Stand By The Shore

Bucky Barnes befriends a merman who'd been cast down from another world long before Bucky had even been born - through the pair is split up for some seventy years, the sea-dweller genuinely believing his friend had died until he finds him walking along the same pier where they had met.

Ongoing | 8,513 words | Rated M | Hurt/Comfort, Mermaid AU, Angst, Not canon compliant, Past abuse, Past sexual abuse

SamSteve

Chocolate Missile

Steve fucking loses it. The most unsexy laugh, too, loud and abrupt, a couple of snorts thrown into the mix. The kind of laugh that makes his stomach tighten and his chest heave.

One Shot | 2,093 | Explicit | First times, Laughing during sex, Trans Steve

Out of This World

Sam paints on Steve's back.

One Shot | 624 | Rated G | Non-sexual Intimacy, Body Painting

American Pi

Right Here, Right Now

Steve and Bruce go on a... Date?

One Shot | 1,143 | Rated G | Awkward dates, Bad flirting

Cartinelli

Lipstick

It's a little too early for Peggy to fully comprehend Angie's stories, so she finds a way to shut her up until she can get some coffee.

One Shot | 583 | Rated G | Romantic Fluff, Sharing a Bed

Steggy

Know You’ll Wear My Make Up Well

Steve had briefly mentioned being interested in trying feminization, at some point, and Peggy really went all out. She was so... So good to him. Arranging this just for him. She'd remembered his passing comment from months ago and from the looks of it, had been planning this since. Just to make her meek little slave happy, make him pretty.

One Shot | 5,472 | Rated E | D\s Relationships, Feminization, Femdom

No Ship/Non-Ship Focused

Is It That Obvious?

Tony wasn't sure what to think or feel about this. Or what he should even do with the new information presented to him, for that matter. Wasn't how he was normal? Wasn't everyone like this? Wasn't he just a bit... less-functional than the average Joe? Apparently fucking not, according to his therapist and newly diagnosed ADHD.

One Shot | 1,246 words | Rated G | Mentioned IronStrange, Tony has ADHD, Learning to cope, neurodivergency

Let’s Put The Glass Down For Good

Tony finds out he and Peter have some unfortunate things in common.

One Shot | 2,434 words | Rated T | Alcoholism, Past sexual abuse, Past child abuse, Heavy angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending(?)

Sharing

When Bucky has days where he just can't talk, he finds comfort and solidarity with Bruce.

One Shot | 1,054 words | Rated G | Autistic Bucky, Autistic Bruce, Friendship, Jewish Bucky, Background Stucky

Five Times Steve Rogers Felt Different, and One Time He Realized Why

Alternatively, the times Steve doesn't quite feel right in the role given to him at birth, and the time he finds comfort in realizing he can break out of it.

One Shot | 2,331 | Rated G | Trans Steve, Pre-war, Coming Out

#marvel #fanfic #masterpost #fanfiction #ironstrange #stucky #winterfrost #writing #samsteve #american pi #cartinelli #steggy #trans steve rogers #neurodivergence

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a-wlw-reads · 7 years

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Hey tumblr so I need your help! My school always had one of those “Read Across America” maps with young adult novels or romances or whatever (evidently, I’m American) but I’ve never seen anything comparable for wlw. I’ve tried to rely on my memory and on other people’s recs but I’m only (exactly) halfway through. Any suggestions to fill in these missing states? I’ve tried to avoid stories that take place across multiple locations. Or offer more options for the ones I already have, the more the merrier.

Alabama : Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flag

Alaska : Grief Map by Sarah Hahn Campbell, The Dead Go to Seattle by Vivian Faith Prescott

Arizona : Bright Lights of Summer by Lynn Ames

Arkansas : Cottonmouths by Kelly J. Ford

California : Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour, Honey Girl by Lisa Freeman, Frog Music by Emma Donoghue, The Necessary Hunger by Nina Revoyr, Gay L.A.: A History of Sexual Outlaws, Power Politics, and Lipstick Lesbians by Lillian Faderman and Stuart Timmons, Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde, The Brightsiders by Jen Wilde, Under the Lights by Dahlia Adler, Far From Home by Lorelie Brown, The Summer of Jordi Perez (And the Best Burger in Los Angeles) by Amy Spalding, You Know Me Well by Nina LaCour, Excavation by Wendy C. Ortiz, The IHOP Papers by Ali Liebegott, Soft on Soft by Em Ali, She Is Me by Cathleen Schine

Colorado : Marionette by T.B. Markinson, Sleight of Hand by Mark Henwick, Snow Falls by Gerri Hill, Sadie by Courtney Summers, Tell Me What You Like by Kate Allen

Connecticut : Pages for You by Sylvia Brownrigg, Patience & Sarah by Isabel Miller

Delaware : As I Lay Frying: A Rehoboth Beach Memoir by Fay Jacobs

Florida : Breathing Underwater by Lu Vickers, Roller Girl by Vanessa North, Down to the Bone by Mayra Lazara Dole

Georgia : Georgia Peaches and Other Forbidden Fruit by Jaye Robin Brown, The Color Purple by Alice Walker, The Blue Place by Nicola Griffith, Taking Flight by Siera Maley, Honor Girl: A Graphic Memoir by Maggie Thrash, Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli, Ivy Aberdeen’s Letter to the World by Ashley Herring Blake, Odd One Out by Nic Stone, The Cherokee Rose by Tiya Miles

Hawaii : Razor Wire by Lauren Gallagher, Name Me Nobody by Lois-Ann Yamanaka

Idaho : Ship It by Britta Lundin, Her Hometown Girl by Lorelie Brown, Right Out of Nowhere by Laurie Salzler, Idaho Code by Joan Opyr

Illinois : Coffee Will Make You Black by April Sinclair, How Sweet It Is by Melissa Brayden, What Matters Most by Georgia Beers, The Long Way Home by Rachel Spangler, Close to Home by Rachel Spangler, Memory Mambo by Achy Obejas, Things to Do When You’re Goth in the Country by Chavisa Woods

Indiana : Tessa Masterson Will Go to Prom by Emily Franklin and Brendan Halpin, Hoosier Daddy by Ann McMan and Salem West

Iowa : A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley, Moo by Jane Smiley, The Butches of Madison County by Ellen Orleans, Death by Discount by Mary Vermillion

Kansas : Far From Xanadu by Julie Anne Peters, My Almost Certainly Real Imaginary Jesus by Kelly Barth

Kentucky : Run by Kody Keplinger, Dress Codes for Small Towns by Courtney Stevens

Louisiana : Her Name in the Sky by Kelly Quindlen, Beauty and the Boss by Ali Vali, Rusty Logic by Robin Alexander, Spelling Mississippi by Marnie Woodrow, The Fact of a Body: A Murder and a Memoir by Alexandria Marzano-Lesnevich

Maine : Style by Chelsea Cameron, Double Exposure by Chelsea Cameron, A Good Idea by Christina Moracho

Maryland : Cytherea’s Breath by Sarah Aldridge

Massachusetts : Mermaid in Chelsea Creek by Michelle Tea, Map of Ireland by Stephanie Grant, Heart of Brass by Morven Moeller, A Line in the Dark by Malinda Lo, P.S. I Miss You by Jen Petro-Roy, Hocus Pocus & The All-New Sequel by A.W. Jantha, Marriage of a Thousand Lies by AJ Sindu, Love & Other Carnivorous Plants by Florence Gonsalves, Marriage of Unconvenience by Chelsea M. Cameron, Cool for You by Eileen Myles

Michigan : The Liberators of Willow Run by Marianne K. Martin, Drum Roll, Please by Lisa Jenn Bigelow, The Cold and the Rust: Poems by Emily Van Kley, Her by Cherry Muhanji, Vanished by E.E. Cooper, Radical by E.M. Kokie

Minnesota : Sister Mischief by Laura Goode, Being Emily by Rachel Gold, My Year Zero by Rachel Gold, Bend by Nancy Hedin, Hallowed Murder by Ellen Hart

Mississippi : Ramona Blue by Julie Murphy

Missouri : Deliver Us from Evie by M.E. Kerr, Heart of the Game by Rachel Spangler, Jam on the Vine by LaShonda Katrice Barnett

Montana : The Miseducation of Cameron Post by Emily M. Danforth, Innocent Hearts by Radclyffe, Storms by Gerri Hill

Nebraska : Not Otherwise Specified by Hannah Moskowitz, Over You by Amy Reed

Nevada : Not Your Sidekick by C.B. Lee, Desert of the Heart by Jane Rule, Bittersweet by Nevada Barr

New Hampshire : Good Moon Rising by Nancy Garden, Snowsisters by Tom Wilinsky and Jen Sternick

New Jersey : A Cup of Water Under My Bed by Daisy Hernández

New Mexico : Beauty of the Broken by Tawni Waters, So Far From God by Ana Castillo, The Last of the Menu Girls by Denise Chávez, Like Water by Rebecca Podos

New York : Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Córdova, Annie On My Mind by Nancy Garden, Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde, Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown, We Are Okay by Nina LaCour, Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg, Thaw by Elyse Springer, Eating Fire: My Life as a Lesbian Avenger by Kelly Cogswell, Rat Bohemia by Sarah Schulman, Tailor-Made by Yolanda Wallace, The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith, When Katie Met Cassidy by Camille Perri

North Carolina : The Ada Decades by Paula Martinac, Challah and Callaloo by La Toya Hankins

North Dakota : Prairie Silence: A Memoir by Melanie Hoffert

Ohio : Fat Angie by E.E. Charlton-Trujillo, Taking the Long Way by Lily R. Mason, The Last Place You Look by Kristen Lepionka, Eat Your Heart Out by Dayna Ingram, Juniper Lane by Kady Morrison

Oklahoma : Tumbleweed Fever by L.J. Maas, Edited Out by Lisa Haddock

Oregon : Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera, Forgive Me If I’ve Told You This Before by Karelia Stetz-Waters, Dryland by Sara Jaffee

Pennsylvania : Fun Home by Alison Bechdel, In the Silence by Jaimie Leigh McGovern, The Summer We Got Free by Mia McKenzie

Rhode Island : The Red Tree by Caitlín R. Kiernan, Homecoming by Nell Stark, Sing You Home by Jodi Picoult

South Carolina : The House You Pass on the Way by Jacqueline Woodson, Two or Three Things I Know for Sure by Dorothy Allison, The Revolution of Little Girls by Blanche McCrary Boyd

South Dakota : Charity by Paulette Callen

Tennessee : Secret City by Julia Watts, If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo, South of Sunshine by Dana Elmendorf, Choices by Skyy, Like Me: Confessions of a Heartland Country Singer by Chely Wright

Texas : Forgetting the Alamo, Or, Blood Memory by Emma Pérez, Santa Olivia by Jacqueline Carey, The Unraveling of Mercy Louis by Keija Parssinen, Gulf Breeze by Gerri Hill, Gulf Dreams by Emma Pérez, Lay Down the Law by Carsen Taite, Far From the World We Know by Harper Bliss, Spinning by Tillie Walden, Mean Deaf Little Queer by Terry Galloway, The Dime by Kathleen Kent, Uncovered: How I Left Hasidic Life and Finally Came Home by Leah Lax

Utah : Saving Alex: When I Was Fifteen I Told My Mormon Parents I Was Gay, and That’s When My Nightmare Began by Alex Cooper

Vermont : Dismantled by Jennifer McMahon

Virginia : As I Descended by Robin Talley, Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley, Jericho by Ann McMan

Washington : The Edge of Nowhere by Elizabeth George, Dreadnought and Sovereign by April Daniels, About A Girl by Sarah McCarry, Karen Memory by Elizabeth Bear, The Cybernetic Tea Shop by Meredith Katz, Stuck Landing by Lauren Gallagher

Washington, D.C : Madam President by Blayne Cooper and T. Novan, Pulp by Robin Talley

West Virginia : The Winter Triangle by Nikki Woolfolk, Blue Apple Switchback by Carrie Highley, Sugar Run by Mesha Maren

Wisconsin :

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aboysbestfriendishismum · 7 years

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Chapter 47 - Presents, nightmares and billiard balls

In the previous chapter: Meg and Angie have their friends Grace and Laura over at their apartment for a girls-only night. Meg uses Angie as a model for an art project, Jeff and the guys call from Los Angeles, the girls play Truth (without Dare) and it comes out that the other two girls noticed Eddie’s into Angie (and vice versa) too. Meanwhile in L.A., the guys are in a bar, Mike Starr went out in a robe and cowboy boots for a bet, they talk about the girls and the possibility they’d go and see them on tour. Half of them think someone’ll join them, the other half thinks nobody will come, this gives way to another bet and Eddie improves it: they’ll go to the worst club around and the losers will have to dress as The Village People. Angie wakes up alone at home after the “sleepover” with her friends and after a very strange dream with Eddie as the protagonist. As she’s preparing to have a bath she gets one call from Dave Grohl, who reveals he’s dating another girl, and from Eddie right when she’s in the bathtub. Angie’s too embarrassed to tell him what she’s doing so she explains the strange sounds and the need to put him on speakerphone saying that she’s washing the dishes. They talk about the tape Angie made for Eddie and at some point during the conversation Angie realizes she’s been fondling her own boob for a while as she was talking to him and she’s ashamed to death.

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“I’m alright, I’m the one who kept early hours hanging out in Los Angeles with the guys, I basically came back one hour ago” maybe a little more actually, almost two. The guys went for an early breakfast, I came back to the motel with an excuse… honestly I don’t even remember if I took time to come up with an excuse or not. Surely nobody asked me anything.

As I came here I basically had the phone in my hands already, then I suddenly felt stupid and put it back in place. Than I took it once again and started to dial the number, but stopped halfway because I remembered it was early in the morning after all and maybe I shouldn’t have disturbed her at that time of the day. But I wanted to hear her voice. In the end I’ve been laying fully dressed on the bed for a couple of hours, the phone resting on my belly, counting the stains on the wallpaper and daydreaming about Angie, wondering what she’s doing, if she’s already awake, what pajamas she’s wearing, what she dreamt tonight, uncertain wether to call her or not. When the time seems acceptable, I mechanically pick up the phone and dial her number, luckily finding her awake.

“Hehe I can imagine, are you in your room now?”

“Yes, I’m in bed” I point out and I don’t really know why I’m so specific, maybe to create more intimacy, because telling her exactly where I am and what I’m doing makes me feel like we’re closer.

“Wait, I’m gonna go grab a magazine and read something to you” I don’t immediately understand what she means, it’s because I’m tired or maybe ‘cause I’m focused on her voice and how fucking sexy it is on the phone. I mean, her voice is always good, warm and deep, it’s slightly raspy and goes down from time to time and that makes it even more intriguing. But on the phone, I don’t know for what kind of acoustic mechanism and shit, Angie’s voice always seems more present, more focused, as if it came out of the receiver and directly entered my brain, without going through any kind of external space in between, making me feel completely embraced. And I also have the feeling her voice tends to go on a higher pitch when she’s on the phone, not too much, just a little bit, mainly at the end of sentences. This thing literally drives me crazy and I’m kind of hooked, I always call her and keep her on the phone for hours saying that I need to sleep and she has to respect our deal, when I would easily fall asleep without any help, only because I can’t stop listening to her.

“Oh no no, I don’t need to sleep! I mean, well, I should, but I didn’t call you for that” today I don’t just wanna listen, I wanna talk to her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. But what’s this noise? Sounds like water” for a moment I have some kind of deja vu, only it’s not something I already saw but something I already heard. I think it’s an acid flashback, actually I swear I heard the same water swash on Cameron Crowe’s porch on new year’s eve, when I was tripping and Angie was talking to me and I saw her as a mermaid sittin’ on a rock waves were crashing against. Or maybe it’s just that my subconscious does this association so I can think about Angie covered by nothing but seashells.

“Water? Oh yeah, uhm, it sounds like water because… because it is, it’s water, I’m… I’m in the kitchen and I’m washing the big mess of dishes, glasses and bowls we used yesterday” she answers uncertain, maybe a little embarrassed because I caught her, maybe she didn’t want me to know she was doing something else while she was talking to me. I’m not offended at all though.

“Ah I see! Poor you” I show some support and in the meantime I’m picturing my face stuck between her shoulder and her neck instead of the phone receiver while her hands are busy with the dishes.

“Actually, do you mind if I get you on speakerphone? So I can go on, you know…” she adds and my daydreaming bubble suddenly bursts.

“I can call you later if you want, maybe I’m bothering you right now…” maybe she’s not embarrassed, maybe she’s just trying to subtly and very gently tell me that I’m just breaking her balls.

“No!” she yells on the other end and it’s like I can see her panicking so much that the phone’s almost slipping down and as she tries to grasp it she makes a dish or a glass fall into the sink “Err no problem, really, you’re not bothering me, I’m glad to hear you”

“Ok… well, what’s up? We didn’t have the chance to talk much last night” I ask her and as she talks about college and tells me about finally following my advice to not retake the class, I try to understand if she was just being polite or she’s really happy I called her.

“Well done, I’m happy about that. Listen… I wanted to ask you two things…” I inquire, since she hasn’t said anything about it yet and it seems quite strange to me.

“Ok, ask me”

“First, I wanna know if you got something these days” as I talk I’m trying to untangle the phone cord, which I think has got like three year old knots.

“Something? Like what?” Angie’s perplexed voice bounces off the walls of her small kitchen generating a particular reverb.

“Like a little package, in the mail…” I guess she hasn’t got it yet.

“No, why? What package?” exactly what I thought.

“Uhm no, nothing” I bite my tongue because my curiosity and impatience led me to ruin part of the surprise. And to make Angie pretty angry. She screams at me to force me to speak up and almost breaks a glass for real.

“… hehe no, don’t worry, I won’t break anything” she laughs nervously and I don’t know where she placed the phone right now, but wherever it is I know for sure she turned the opposite way, as if I could see her blushing from here. And right now I’d like to see her, approach her from behind as she’s focused on doing the dishes, hug her gently, rest my chin on her shoulder and rub my cheek against hers to feel its warmth. I wonder if she’s in her pajamas and if she’s wearing my favorite robe. I wonder how it would be to slip my hands under the material and…

“Anyway, it’s a little gift, for you, I sent it before I left and it looks like I overestimated the speed of postal service in Seattle” I confess and as I do I’m still doubtful: is it possible she hasn’t received it yet? What if she actually got it? Maybe it was… too much? Or maybe she didn’t like what I wrote.

“A gift? For what?” for what? As if I needed a reason.

“For you, I told you. Can I ask the second question?” I try to drop the subject because I feel that if we go on this way, considering my lack of lucidity and sleep and my fantasies about her, I could end up telling her everything. And I may still not be sure about what to do about my feelings for her, but surely I haven’t kept them to myself all this time to just spit them out like this on the phone.

“Yes…” fuck it, if I gotta do it, I’ll do it in a proper way.

“B-52s?” I smile thinking about the tape I basically consumed since we left.

“Hahaha I love them! Don’t you like them?”

“It’s not really my thing, but yeah, it’s a nice song” did I really have to tell her it’s not my thing? Why do I always have to be a jerk?

“And it’s perfect for travelling” I also knew it has quite a few double meanings, most of which I’d like to experiment with the girl on the other end of the phone.

“I gotta admit I was kinda surprised”

“You just heard the first one?”

“Please, I heard the whole tape during the first hour in the van…” and not just once.

“And what do you think about it?”

“I really liked it but it’s not just that. I repeat, some things really surprised me” I say again and try to explain that it’s not the list of songs in itself that I liked, not only, but I loved the way she put them together and, in general, everything that’s behind it. I mean, you can see there’s some work behind it, a non casual choice an arrangement, a studied order. She took some time to make it, time in which she must have thought about me, and I like the idea.

“… So did i pass this exam?”

“You did, with the highest grades” but if you want to repeat the exam, even more than once, I won’t get offended.

“Thank you, prof. Vedder!”

“And then, you’re there, it’s you inside that tape, it reflects you in everything, so it’s perfect” because you are perfect, that’s the message between the lines, but she doesn’t seem to get it, or maybe she doesn’t want to.

“You said you wanted to know the music that meant home for me. Of course that’s just a part of it, a C60 cassette is too small to stuff everything in it…” maybe you don’t understand I wanna know everything. The things I’d like to know about you, it’d probably take a whole life just to pronounce them… a C60 tape, tsk.

“I expect you to make me some more then, even some C90 maybe, what about that?”

“Hehe ok, deal! At this point though, you should make me one in return, I mean, I’m curious to know your house too” my house’s door is already wide open for you, you don’t even need to knock. But once you see my house, I’d love for you to take me away with you, to live in yours, in your heart and in your bed. Holy shit, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I only know that if I had heard her last words in person, spoken with that voice, maybe as she offered me her twisted smile, with her hands still in the water, maybe… no, without maybe, I’m certain I wouldn’t have resisted and would have kissed her, touched her, held her tight and if she hadn’t stopped me or rejected me, I’d go beyond that, I’d have made love to her on that fucking kitchen sink.

“Uhm I’ll see what I can do” and among the many things I can do, the mixtape is surely the last one I’m thinking about in this moment, also from the looks of what’s happening in my pants.

Shit.

“I count on that. Listen, you’re playing tomorrow, right?” Angie’s speaking, but I can’t really understand the meaning of her words, also because it’s like all my blood had just rushed down there, leaving the brain totally uncovered, since it’s probably being considered an unnecessary body part right now “Eddie? Are you still there? Are you awake?”

“HUH?! Yeah yeah, sorry, I got distracted…” I briefly come to my senses, quickly adjust myself and sit up on the bed, straightening the pillow behind my back, as if avoiding the reclining position was enough to stop dirty thoughts.

“Were you falling asleep? Maybe you should rest a little”

“Nah, don’t worry, I’m not tired, I’ll sleep when I’m dead” or when my dick will go to sleep.

“Hehe just like Warren Zevon says”

“You know him too? You keep on surprising me” I’m surprised and I try to think intensively about the red hair and beard of Chicago’s song writer to tone down my arousal, but Angie keeps talking and it doesn’t help. What the fuck?

“Everybody knows him and that song…”

“Not really everybody” maybe it’s because I haven’t got laid since… since when? The fact I don’t even remember says it all.

“Anyway, I was asking you about tomorrow’s gig. Are you ready?” she asks with the same tone in which Paul Heaton would ask me to stand up and join the Caravan of love, at least that’s how it sounds to my ears.

“I’m ready, I can’t wait”

“Well, time goes faster if you sleep”

“I don’t wanna sleep. You know what, after I hang up with you I’m gonna go catch some waves, there’s a really cool beach here” clear my head, that’s what I need.

“But do people surf now? Isn’t it cold?” that’s what I hope. Clear my head and come back fresh.

“Uhm no, the temperature is ok. It’s the water that’s pretty cold” an iced bath it’s what I need to cool my jets.

“How do you do it then?”

“Oh you just put a wetsuit on and you can go anywhere”

“Aaaah you go with wetsuits!”

“Hehehe of course, if you don’t want to freeze to death” well it depends actually, sometimes you can find fresh but enjoyable water between February and March too.

“… But what about the parts that are not covered by the wetsuit? Don’t they freeze all the same? I always wondered, your head for example”

“My head is empty, nothing to freeze in there, so I never had problems” it’s less empty right now though, it’s full of x-rated images of Angie with me and if they froze in my mind it’d be a problem.

“Haha this joke was so easy, I expect something better from you”

“You’re right, princess, will you ever forgive this slip-up into low-grade comedy?” I joke as I adjust myself one more time, maybe my hand lingers a little longer than usual.

“OUCH! FUCK” I hear her exclaiming all of a sudden.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” I take my hand off my boxer briefs faster than light and I know that it’s impossible, but for a second I’m afraid she might have caught me doing what I was doing.

“Yeah… yes, sorry, I was just… a dish slipped out of my hands! I saved him inches from the floor hehe”

“Maybe I’m too distracting” you have no idea how distracting you are.

“Oh no, you’re not! Anyway, I can let you go surfing if you want” I’m not moving, I’m fucking staying right here.

“I’ve got all day to surf, I can go wherever I want. Now I’d rather talk to you some more, if you want” seriously, I must take back control of myself. Just stop playing porn movies in your head, you asshole! Angie’s not a sexual object, she’s a girl you like a lot, in her whole self. And why do these fucking hormones rampage right now that we’re like a thousand miles apart?

“Sure I want to” she answers with a smile that comes out of the receiver and wraps me up like a warm blanket.

“Great.” I go on, laying on my side and silently praying for Jeff to wait a little longer before coming back to our room “So, let’s talk about Violent Femmes…”

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I abruptly jolt awake and although I can’t see myself from the outside, I realize it must have looked like the typical movie-like terrified wake up, in which you open your eyes and gasp and sit up panting as you grasp on the blankets. I remain like that, with my heart beating so fast and a terrible feeling weighing down on me and the fact I figure out it was only a dream is not enough to make it go away. I get up, have a shower and get dressed and I’m clearly still upset because when I enter the kitchen where Meg is, my roommate widens her still sleepy eyes as soon as she sees me.

“What happened?”

“Good morning to you too, Meg”

“Look at your face, what’s wrong?” she insists as she opens the yogurt container and licks the lid.

“Nothing’s wrong, I mean, I have the same face I’ve been having for the last 18 years, why?”

“You look distressed, did you sleep bad?”

“Well, actually yes. I had a horrible nightmare” I reply as I pour cereal and milk in a bowl.

“What kind of nightmare?” Meg takes a spoonful of yogurt without taking her semi-awake eyes off me.

“Mmm no, I don’t really want to tell”

“I won’t try and give an interpretation, I swear!”

“Hehe no, it’s not that. It’s just… it was really bad, you know, I’d rather not talk about it” the idea of telling her itself gives me chills, it’s like telling someone would make it somehow plausible or real.

“Ok. After the shitty night, are you ready for our morning shift?

“Very ready! I love to work in the morning” it’s not because I don’t like to sleep, I mean, Meg and I share this insane love for sleeping, despite the unwanted nightmares. It’s just that in the morning, I don’t know why, times goes faster, at least when you’re at work. Mornings seem endless when you’re at school and they seem to be like 90% of your life, whereas it’s the opposite at work. Maybe it’s because I have to deal with customers: the people who come at the mini mart or, like today, at the diner in the morning have clearly defined ideas, they go out specifically to buy something or have breakfast, they know what they want, are usually in a hurry and don’t wanna waste any time or annoy you just for the sake of it. So you end up serving a lot of people one after the other, you work your ass off and it all goes so smoothly that hours pass and you don’t even notice. Sometimes time runs so fast you don’t even have the time to do all the collateral tasks you were supposed to do.

“You’re crazy” Meg remarks with the spoon in her mouth, looking at me and shaking her messy hair. And this reminds me that…

“Listen, are you busy tonight?”

“Why? Where are you taking me?” she asks, suddenly awakened by curiosity.

“Nowhere, I just wanted to ask you a favor”

“You never take me anywhere!” Meg perfectly plays the part of the neglected wife “Come on, tell me what you need”

“Can you do my hair?”

“Hehe ok. I’ll be home later tonight, maybe you could start washing your hair, then I’ll just give you a trim as soon as I come home, no problem” Meg stands up and throws the empty vase in the bin, then drags herself towards the kitchen door holding a cup of coffee that magically appeared from I don’t know where.

“Ok, thanks. Anyway, I wasn’t thinking about a trim, I mean, I wanted to cut it a little more maybe…” I say raising my voice slightly as I drum my fingers against the table.

“Ok, we can cut it a little shorter along your face like the last time, ok?”

“No, well, actually, I was considering a proper cut, you know. I want to change, fuck, I always look the same, I’m tired of that!”

“How short is a proper cut to you?” Meg slowly walks back and pulls her hair back showing her still half closed eyes.

“Well, a little… a little shorter than usual… something like… shoulder length?”

“SHOULDER LENGTH?? ARE YOU CRAZY??” my friend ungracefully slams the coffee cup on the table and looks at me goggle-eyed.

“Why the hell are you screaming? What’s wrong with that? If I gotta do something, I wanna do it good”

“But shoulder length means this long” Meg borrows the spoon I haven’t used to eat my cereal yet and points it at my humeral head.

“What? Really?! Thank you for the anatomy lesson, Meg” I retort taking my spoon back.

“You’re not funny, Angie. Your hair is almost past your butt and even though you’re short, the length between your shoulders and your butt is still significant. That’d mean cut this much” she explains and shows the approximate length with her hands.

“Is it enough to make a wig?”

“Angie, you’d regret it”

“No, I wouldn’t. I told you, I’m tired of always being… me, always the same. I’ve been like this since I was a child. And I’m not a child anymore, I’m an adult now! I can’t do shit with this hair, the only change is parting my hair over to the side instead of in the middle or put it in a ponytail. It doesn’t even curl, when you do it lasts like half an hour. I wanna change, I’m sick of this doll hair. And the fact I have to take a whole evening off to wash it. It’s like I’m a slave to this fucking hair”

“Your hair is amazing, if you want to add movement you can get a very light perm, what do you think?”

“No! I wanna have it cut, end of the story. But then, aren’t you the one who always suggests changing hairstyle?”

“Changing hairstyle is ok, but I refuse to cut your hair shoulder long”

“Please!”

“Listen, I’ll cut it this long,” she goes on pointing her index and middle fingers as a gun a little over the middle of my back “that’s already a big change compared to now, but not too dramatic. So if you don’t like it, you can always grow it back. No one thinks about it, but hair means a lot in your appearance, hair can change the perception of the whole face, you could even not recognize yourself anymore after such a short cut”

“That’s what I hope”

“I’ll cut it this long, take it or leave it” Meg closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before making her last offer, deciding to ignore my joke, which wasn’t exactly a joke.

“Ok ok, I’ll take it”

“Good girl”

“You gotta dye it too then”

“YOU WANNA CHANGE THE COLOR TOO? Listen, I see you want to change, but the color… no”

“Do you talk like this with the customers at the beauty salon too? You’ll make it go bankrupt”

“You’re crazy, yours is the most lustrous natural dark hair I’ve ever seen, I won’t dare touching it, not even if you pay me!”

“C'MOOOON!”

“And what color would you do?”

“I was thinking… maybe red”

“I’m restarting to suspect you’re taking drugs”

“Or purple!”

“Typical adult color”

“Since when are you a bigot?”

“I’m gonna go get dressed”

“Blue? Come on, maybe just a few locks”

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

“A coloring shampoo?”

After a long bargaining I conducted through the bathroom’s and her room’s door, I manage to get the promise of a middle-length hair cut and some highlights as a start. Anyway, she knows I could as well go to any hairdresser’s in Seattle and have them do anything to my hair. But I know she would never forgive me, so I prefer to avoid it. And maybe she knows it too. Once we’re ready, wearing our 50s style uniforms under our coats, we’re about to leave when we hear the door bell ring.

“Who can it be at this time?” I frown, but my expression changes immediately as soon as Meg opens the door and I see the protagonist of my nightmare standing in the doorway.

“Hey, hi Chris!”

“Good morning to my favorite neigh-” the singer stops the moment I catch him off guard and tackle him in a bear hug.

“What the fuck’s wrong with her?” he asks, probably pointing at me, I can’t see him since my face is still buried into his leather jacket.

“I have no idea, she’s been acting weird since she woke up. She wants to shave her head and have a purple mohawk, she says she had a nightmare, I don’t know”

“I don’t wanna shave my head” I retort, briefly addressing my roommate but without losing my grip on Cornell.

“Uh you changed boyfriend then?” Chris asks, so I focus back on him with a bitter look.

“I didn’t change boyfriend”

“Women usually cut their hair when they break up with a guy”

“I didn’t break up with anybody”

“You’re still with the same guy then?”

“I’m not with anyone” I repeat trying to keep calm and not to get angry at his stupid jokes as usual.

“Is that why you need affection right now?”

“Umph, why can’t it just be that I want to hug a friend??”

“You never hug anyone. At least, not when you’re sober”

“And not when you’re awake” Meg adds and I promptly give her a nasty look.

“Do you know anything that I don’t know?” Cornell ask her curious.

“Hehe no no, it was… I was just saying…” Meg corrects herself immediately.

“Anyway, are you ok? I mean, how’re you doing?”

“I’m fine, sweetie. I guess you still have a fever though” he answers playfully touching my forehead.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I insist, trying to make him understand I’m serious.

“Yes, Angie, apart from the constant lack of food in my fridge, I’m ok”

“That’s why you came then? Who would have thought!” Meg sarcastically remarks, then walks away into the kitchen.

“Not only for that”

“Can I ask you something, Chris?” I speak in a low voice as soon as we’re alone, still hugging in front of the door.

“I can’t, Angie”

“You can’t what?” I ask puzzled.

“I’m already in a relationship. And I’m not the right kind of guy for you”

“Pfff that’s not what I wanted to ask…”

“Uh no?”

“Hehe no, I’m not interested”

“And why? I’m not bad at all” he retorts pretending to be offended.

“I wanted to ask you if you’re happy”

“Huh?”

“Are you really happy, Chris?”

“No,” he admits, finally serious “I can’t lie to you, sweetie”

“Oh”

“I can fool anybody but you, right?” he adds holding me a little tighter “I’m not happy”

“Chris…”

“It’s a gun I got in my pocket” no, he fooled me this time and now he’s here, gloating for his joke, staring at me with his stupid smile.

“FUCK YOU, CORNELL” I pull away from him enraged, but also relieved, and I hardly stiffle a laugh.

“Oh, now I recognize the old Angie, finally!” Meg comes back right in this moment and she’s holding orange juice and a bag of chocolate cookies. Chocolate cookies?

“Where the hell do those come from?” I ask surprised.

“From my secret stash” she replies giving everything to Chris, who couldn’t wait.

“Thank you, Meg. Anyway, give some cookies to Angie too, abstinence from sugar is doing her no good at all”

“Ha-ha”

“And not just from sugar I guess”

“CHRISTOPHER!” I yell at his face and start chasing him around the apartment while she runs away trying not to spill the juice and the cookies and, at the same time, using them as a shield. Meg’s bent over laughing hard.

“Come on, I was just kidding!” he protests looking at me with pleading eyes from the opposite side of the kitchen table, trying to figure out how to escape, since I’m right in front of him and I’m blocking his way out towards the door.

“You were kidding by making a stupid and sexist joke!”

“No! Stupid, yes, but not sexist! That kind of abstinence can drive everyone crazy, not just you because you’re a woman”

“Shut up!”

“Ok, I give up”

“Yeah, and I’m just waiting” I ask rubbing my hands.

“You can’t torture me if I surrender, I’m appealing to the Geneva Conventions!”

“I wipe my ass with that”

“Hahahaha you’re hilarious, go on please!” Meg’s still laughing outside the kitchen door.

“Ok, listen, I apologize, Angie. I was wrong and I beg you to forgive me, I won’t do it again” Chris puts our food on the table, puts his hand over his heart and the other one in the air to do this kind of plead.

“Ok”

“Oh thank you!” he takes everything back and walks up to me.

“I’ll only give you one single very hard slap” I say as soon as he’s close and I playfully beat him on his arm.

“Hey! Those were two slaps, not one!” he complains as the three of us walk back towards the door.

“Oops”

“Well, this means I’ll keep what I brought for you…” he casually says as he’s holding cookies and juice with one hand so he can open the door with the other free hand.

“Why? What did you bring?” I push the door and shut him right away.

“Did anyone ever told you you can be creepy sometimes?” he asks with a straight face.

“So?”

“Hold these a sec:” Chris hands me the bottle of juice and the bag of cookies and sticks one hand into his leather jacket “the postman must have confused our mail boxes, don’t ask me how, since there’s not a single letter in common between Cornell-Cameron and Pacifico. Don’t know how long it’s been-” he pulls out a small package and I immediately understand what it is. That’s why I literally tear it off from his hands.

“Oh thank you, Chris. I was waiting for this!” I exclaim giving him his breakfast back.

“What is it? Anyway, they do have some letters in common, two letters with Cornell and three with Cameron. How come you didn’t tell him? Good old Angie would have pointed it out for sure. What is it anyway?” Meg follows me as I go first on the couch, then in the kitchen, and finally in my bedroom.

“Hey! Am I not interesting anymore now? Nobody cares about my happyness? Nobody hugs me anymore?” Chris calls us in the distance.

“No! You can go now, thank you Chris!” I answer as I try and close the door of my room behind my back, but Meg puts a strategic foot in between to block it.

“Ok, anyway I have food now. Bye sweetie, bye Meg!”

“Bye!” we say at the same time when I give up and let her in my room too, then we sit on the bed.

“Uh and if you talk to him, tell Eddie I’d like to get a small present too. I mean, it’s not nice to be ignored” Chris reappears all of a sudden outside my bedroom door and Meg and I both jolt on the bed, scared to death. Then he leaves as nothing happened.

“He’s an idiot” I shake my head.

“That’s what you’ve been waiting then! What did Eddie send you?” Meg’s face turned into the Cheshire cat’s grin once again and I know I won’t leave my room before I open this package in front of her. I try all the same though.

“I don’t know, I’ll check later in the afternoon, we’re late now” I put in into my bag and try to stand up, but Meg pulls me back down.

“Do you really think you can get away with it like this?”

“Ehm no”

“Ok, come on then, we don’t have so much time”

“But if we don’t have time…”

“We’ll go by car to spare time”

“I gotta fill it up”

“We’ll take mine. Come on!”

I give up with a sigh and pull out the package and I finally give it a better look. Yellow wrap paper, yellow, the color of madness, something that brings me back to one of our first conversations. He drew a frame made of waves and inside the frame he wrote my name and address with a marker: the A is pointy and narrow, N is wider with short side dashes, G is round and curly at both ends, I is so tiny and invisibly dotted, E looks like an open hand. I don’t examine the rest of the letters because Meg sighs, folds her arms and gives me an eloquent look as to tell me 'I’m waiting’. As I always do, I open the package trying not to tear the paper, but at the same time I try to be quick not to make Meg lose her patience. Once I open it I find another smaller package and an envelope with 'READ THIS FIRST’ written on the outside.

“There’s a letter too, things get even more interesting!” I make eye contact with Meg who winks at me.

“It must be a tape” I follow his instruction and open the envelope, I don’t read loud, but I don’t really need to, since Meg reads it shamelessly and I don’t even try to hide it from her:

Miss Pacifico,

or should I say, Her Majesty? I’ve currently a vision of your face, and you’re smiling. This is because you opened the letter before unwrapping the present, I know that’s what you’re gonna do, that you always respect the rules and you love to do that. But if you decided to surprise me and ignore the rules, your expression would probably be a little frownier, if not angrier, but that’d be an equally pleasant vision for me.

Now… a present for you. It’s exactly 1:01 A.M., Saturday, February 2. We leave at 7:00 A.M. for California and the beginning of our first tour together as a band. I collected this for you with courage 71 minutes ago. Wanted so badly for you to have it as a symbol of this night, of this moment, of that HERE AND NOW I’m so obsessed with and you so deliciously make fun of me for. I’ve got one… you’ve got one… we’re bonded & alive. Again, may this be also a symbol of what we are now and what we’ll be. With a little more courage.

Love, Eddie

“Fuck” I whisper, totally unaware of what’s going on around me.

“OH. MY. GOD.” Meg dramatically spells out “This is.. is…”

“He’s an idiot”

“An id-… why an idiot?” my friend is probably looking at me with a big question mark on her forehead.

“I’LL KILL HIM IF…” I growl as I carelessly tear the paper of the second package into pieces. It’s a small box, I open it on the side and when I look into it I see an old grime-encrusted lightbulb.

“What is it?” I’m so shocked I don’t even take it out of the box, I just hand the whole thing to Meg, stand up from the bed and start pacing my room first, then the whole apartment, cursing and repeating that nobody can be so stupid. And I can’t wait to tell him in person, how stupid he is. With love, of course.

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“How long did it take before you figured it out?” I ask Jerry as I put the money I’ve just won in my pocket.

“That you were bluffing? Hehehe five minutes, I can recognize someone who can play pool, even when they pretend to suck” he answers with his signature laughter as he hangs the pool sticks back on the wall rack.

The smokey L.A. bar we ended up tonight looks the same as many others we’ve been through lately and it’s also the last on of the series, at least for now, because we’re leaving in a few hours and I’ll finally go back home to my San Diego. Different places, different bars, different pool tables, different faces, old and new, same ocean. I can’t wait. The others left a long time ago and I don’t mean just our respective bandmates, but also most of the customers of the bar.

“But you insisted all the same asking for a rematch and re-rematch”

“I never give up without fighting.” Jerry crumbles his empty pack of cigarettes and pulls a new on out of his pocket, opens it and offers me one before taking one for himself “Can I ask you something, Eddie?”

“Sure”

“It’s a very stupid question. I mean, you’ll surely find it supid…” he goes on as he takes the lighter to light up his cigarette and mine.

“Try me”

“It’s something I shouldn’t even ask in my position, I mean-”

“You wanna know about Angie?” I ask without beating around the bush as I lean against the pool table.

“Yes. How… ehm, how is she?” he admits and then, noticing my silence, he goes on “I warned you it was fucking stupid”

“She’s ok”

“And what about her exams?”

“She passed, she wasn’t really happy about her grades though”

“Of course. Fucking pefectionist!” he smiles and shakes his head.

“Anyway, she’s fine. And, well, I don’t know what else you wanna know…” saying that I feel uncomfortable talking about Angie with him would be an understatement. It’s fucking embarrassing, I’m talking with the guitarist of the band we’re touring with, and we share managers with, about his ex girlfriend, who’s also casually the one I’d want to become my girlfriend.

“It’s just, I mean, I know you’re friends and maybe you talk sometimes. You talked to her these days, right?”

“Yeah, well, a couple of times on the phone” big friends, Angie and I.

“You must think I’m an asshole and that’s none of my business”

“I don't” I fuckin’ do, but I won’t tell you because I fantasize about your ex and, although you treated her like shit, I don’t feel like digging that knife in.

“Anyway, believe it or not, even though it may sound absurd, I care for Angie. That’s why I’m avoiding her, I know that it still hurts her when she sees me or thinks about me. And if I avoid her, I can’t talk to her and ask her how she’s doing or things like that, you know”

“I understand, don’t worry. And it’s not that absurd” sure I understand you, you were with Angie and you fucked up, if you feel guilty it’s perfectly normal.

“It’s weird, even being here talking to you, I mean, you’re a friend to her and she probably confided in you and told you all the stupid things I did and right now all you’d wanted to do is kick my ass or something” he finally ashes his cigarette in the ashtray and I’d tell him, please, Jerry, don’t suggest me things. And if only you knew, how weird it is for me too!

“That’s your business, I don’t pry, I don’t want to” as if I’m not involved already.

“Ok, but she must have told you something, I mean, she… uhm, does she talk about me? Sometimes? Not in a flattering way I guess” you guess right.

“Yeah, but not recently. Surely you came up during conversations here and there, but she didn’t tell me that much”

“Sure, why would she? And she’s going out with the drummer now, maybe he’ll make her forget me faster”

“She’s not going out with the drummer, they’re just friends” I don’t even know why I point this out, maybe because I’m bothered by the fact someone simply thinks she’s with that guy? To console Jerry? To delude him? Because I’m drunk? Because I’m a masochist?

“Really? Are you sure?” Jerry puts his cigarette out and turns to face me, extremely interested in my revelations.

“That’s what she told me, I can’t see why she’d lie to me about that” now I’ve also become the official dispenser of gossip about Angie’s private life.

“Good. I mean, good, it’s not like that changes anything for me! I was.. I was just saying” sure, just saying.

“So you don’t wanna try to get back with her?” I’m more direct this time.

“Haha try again? To have her tell me to go fuck myself? I don’t think so!” he answers, pretending to be amused, and I can’t help breathing a sigh of relief, but I almost choke on it right after “At least for now”

“For now?”

“Well, in the future, who knows? It’s not possible at the moment, I’d have no hopes, I fucked up too badly and it’s still too soon. Right now also going back being friends again looks like an utopia to me”

“Friends?” what the fuck is he talking about?

“Yeah, I’d like to be her friend, that’d be enough for me. Have Angie forgive me and want me back as a friend, that’s all”

“But you’d be able to be a friend to her, just a friend? Could you see her only as a friend?” I won’t believe it even if he swears on his guitar.

“Angie’ll never been just a friend to me, but that doesn’t count” that’s what I thought.

“It does count actually”

“I’d like to get back into her life as a positive person, with a sense, someone who’s not just there to remind her of her mistakes and make her suffer, someone who could also make her happy, in my small way. That’s what really counts, not my stupid feelings. I can keep them under control”

“Are you sure?” the same way you controlled your dick while you were together.

“Very sure. When I was with her I was only thinking about myself, also when I was cheating on her, I thought about what would have happened had she caught me and I saw everything black, but only for me. I imagined the possible scenarios in which I’d have been dumped and humiliated and I had no idea something like that would have hurt her too. I know, it sounds stupid, but I assumed I’d have been the only one to lose out, that she’d have kicked my ass and forgotten me the next day. I thought she’d be upset, but not so upset, I don’t know if you understand me”

“Lack of self esteem or pure ego?” or stupidity.

“Hehehe I have no idea”

“And when she’ll have a boyfriend? Or she’ll like someone? How would you take it?” I mention totally casual occurrences, with absolutely no references to actual facts.

“Extremely bad, for sure. But I’d keep that to myself, also because I wouldn’t have the right to say shit. I could just be happy if she’s happy”

“It’s a pretty masochistic kind of friendship you’re wishing for” that is if he’s telling the truth and it’s not just bar talk,

“Hehe yeah, definitely. But, I don’t know, I think someone like Angie’s worth it. What do you think?” I think this poor asshole’s telling the truth.

“Me? Well, yeah, she’s a cool girl” and I’m head over heels in love with her and instead of being honest and confess, I’m here listening to your sentimental confidences, surely prompted by alcohol, playing dumb, like chickenshit.

“Right. Sorry if I put you in the middle anyway” he puts a hand on my shoulder and gestures for us to get out of the pool room.

“Nah, no problem” I shrug and follow him.

“And sorry if I annoyed you with Angie. Layne's tired of listening to me and it’s not something I can talk about with people like Mike or Sean. And alcohol loosens my tongue”

“I guessed that, don’t worry, it’s ok”

“Can I buy another round to make you forgive me?” he suggests pointing at the bartender.

“Hehe no, thank you, I’d rather go back to the motel”

“Already? It’s still early, although it doesn’t look like considering how empty this place is”

“Yes, I know, but we’re leaving at dawn tomorrow and I absolutely need to rest a little, have a shower and call a couple of friends” one of those couple of friends is Angie, but I prefer not telling this to the guitarist, who sits down on a stool at the bar and tells me good night.

When I get into my room I’m tempted to call her immediately, but then I change my mind and go have a shower first, as if I wanted to show up at my best for this phone date. As I exit the bathroom though, I find Jeff focused on a rerun of a basketball game on tv and I curse myself for not making that fucking phone call earlier. I get out saying that I need to go bus cigarettes, an excuse the bassist hadn’t bought for a second, and I get into the nearest phone booth.

“Hello” says the voice I’ve been looking forward to hear for the past four days.

“Hey, hi An-” I don’t even have the time to say her full name.

“IT’S YOU, FUCKIN’ IDIOT!”

“Ehm, is everything ok?”

“NO, NOTHING’S OK!”

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?? Well, maybe the fact I’m dealing with a crazy person? How could you do something so stupid?!” she answers slightly lowering her voice and I finally join the dots.

“You got my present” I smile as I put coins into the phone box.

“Tell me you didn’t really go up there, tell me it’s a fucking prank”

“Well…”

“Tell me you stole a lightbulb from some old sign of a random closed club and you sent it to me to see how I’d react”

“Uhm I can tell you if you want, but…”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!”

“Aren’t you ever so slightly happy about it?” I begin suspecting it wasn’t exactly a great idea.

“NO!” the suspect is less vague.

“I went up there for you”

“No, you went for you, to act like the Tarzan of the day, after I had clearly asked you not to do it, just to prove a point”

“Tarzan didn’t climb on skyscrapers, it’s more like the King Kong of the day”

“Don’t correct me over movie references, Eddie, you just can’t afford it right now!” Angie retorts after a long dramatic pause of silence.

“Sorry” when will you join me on this tour? I’m thinking about different ways to apologize to you…

“You scared me to death, you know?”

“How could I have scared you to death if you didn’t even know I had been there? When you knew, I had already come down from the Space Needle for days”

“I don’t know, but you scared me all the same!”

“You care for me then?”

“Of course I care for you, especially now that I know you’re crazy!”

“And what about the message? Did you read it?” I try and direct the conversation towards the most important part, the content of that fucking letter.

“Yes, and-”

“I bet you read that first”

“Yes, I read it first. Are you happy?” very happy.

“Kind of. You read it and…?”

“And what?”

“You said 'Yes, and…’ and I interrupted you. Yes and… what do you think?” I can’t understand, sometimes I think she’s totally oblivious of my feelings, but there are times I have the impression she’s keeping me hanging on purpose.

“… and I think it was a really nice gesture, but I’d preferred if you chose something else as a symbol for our friendhip, I don’t know, something you can find at less than 600 feet height, what do you think?” friendship. She’s not keeping me hanging, my princess simply didn’t understand shit.

“Uhm I don’t know, I can’t think of anything”

“A mixtape for example”

“That was my first idea, but then you stole it. I had to think of something else”

“Hehehe you’re totally crazy Eddie, you know that?”

Yes, for you.

“I’ve been suspecting it, if you say it I believe it”

“How are you doing? What about the shows?” she laughs and asks me, she’s not so mad at me after all.

“Great, we played in Long Beach yesterday and it was cool, the people was amazing and security was slightly less awful than the Florentine one”

“And the next one is?”

“Tomorrow, in San Diego”

“Ah, you’re going back home finally!”

“Yeah, we’re leaving early in the morning. I’d leave right now if it was up to me, I can’t wait to go to my favorite surf spot” I reply as I insert another bunch of coins in the phone box.

“Hehe guess what, I knew you’d have said something like that”

“Am I so predictable?”

“Always, except for when you decide to climb up the Space Needle” Angie teases me but I ignore it.

“Anyway the place we’re playing tomorrow is basically a second home to me, I played there many times with my old bands. The negative thing is that we’ll be doing a show here in Hollywood on Monday, so we’ll have to go back, but you know, it’s just a three hour drive in the end. If I didn’t love Kelly Curtis, I’d say who set these dates is a disturbed person”

“So you’re in San Diego tomorrow, in Hollywood on Monday, and then?”

“On Wednesday the 12th we’re in San Diego again, in Oakland at Valentine’s day, then we basically have one show per night, San Francisco, Sacramento… Then I can’t remember if there’s something else here in California or we’re doing Oregon already”

“I see. Well, tomorrow things start to get serious then”

“Hehe yeah, we’ve been kidding until now, with only two shows, but we gotta give our best next week”

“I’m sure everything’s gonna be alright. After all, you climbed up the Space Needle, this is nothing in comparison”

“Are you gonna rub it in for ever?”

“Yes, isn’t it the reason why you sent me that lightbulb? As a symbol of how much I enjoy fucking around on you?” you can fuck around as much as you want…

“Also. What about you?”

“I’m fine, thanks. And I have some news, but I’m gonna tell you when we meet”

“What news?” I’m suddenly on alert, is it college news, work news or love news? Why does she have news right now that I’m not around?

“Which part of I’ll tell you when we meet you don’t understand?”

“And when do we meet?” I ask full of hope, tomorrow in San Diego would be my favorite answer.

“Hehe when you’re back in Seattle”

“That means in ten days, you’re evil”

“I’ll give you a small hint: I didn’t climb up the Space Needle”

“Fuck you, Angie” I tell her with the same intonation and the same excitement I’d have used to tell her I love you. But now that I think about it, maybe I should have done the opposite, maybe it’d have been more effective to tell her I love you with the same intonation I’d have used to tell her to fuck off.

“Haha I love you too, Eddie” or maybe not.

#pearl jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #eddie vedder #chris cornell #jerry cantrell #pearl jam #alice in chains #chapters

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rosecocoas · 7 years

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Kirli: 1, 2, 3, 5, 19... Chris: 2, 3, 17... Angie: 2, 17... Emery: 3, 5, 8, 17... El: 5... Jaspar: 19... Ravi: 19... Glen: 19... All/Your Pick: 11, 15, 18... Running Out Of Hell characters: 13... + any other questions that catch your eye :D

I AM SO GLAD TO KNOW YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THESE ASSES?!! YOU ASKED FOR IT:(heads up, this is very long and idk how to do the read more thing)1. what was the first element of your oc that you remember considering?Kirli: I wanted a demon severely loyal to Mephistapheles, who was the main villain at the time. Both Chris and Ravi, the only other demons, were against Mephi for a most part, so I felt the need to have SOMEONE side with her? I also really wanted a demon OC with succubus tendencies lol2. did you design them with any characters or ocs from their universe in mind?Kirli: She was originally supposed to be the parallel of Chris; driven and passionate, instead of lazy and uncaring like him. I also wanted to give Tessa a designated demon , so she was built around Tessa as well! Chris: I really wanted to give Emery, who was the first to be created in ROoH, a friend, but not a GOOD friend, so Chris was brought to life! I also wanted a dynamic akin to Jonathan and Sock from W2H , which I was (and still am) very into at the time!Angie: Lol I looked at Emery and Chris, the only two ocs I had for this story atm and thought, "holy shit, they're basically two incompetent fools. I should give them a voice of reason." Levelheaded Angie joined the story then. She had, no significance to the plot other than to tell them not to do stupid things??? She's more rounded out now tho :D3. how did you choose their name?Kirli: Her original name, Twyla, was because we read a story in English class about two girls, Jessa and Twyla, and it was a story I found interesting, so I wanted to incorporate an Element from it into my own story! For some reason, I really wanted to make her name mean 'dirty carpet', so Twyla changed to Zikina Tapis, and then the Kirli Tapis we all know and love Chris: .... I actually have no recollection on WHY I decided his name should be Chris???? He just kinda, felt like a Chris.Emery: I think I met a girl named Emorie at a church thing, and her name was just so pretty , that it stuck with me an I desperately wanted to use it somehow? I looked up different ways to spell it and decided on Emery!5. is there any significance behind their hair color?Kirli: she dyed her hair pink after seeing a rlly cute girl with pink hair! It drew attention to the girl, which, Kirli craves attention, and decided to do that as well! Her hair color is originally a medium brown.Emery: His most cherished memory from his childhood was seeing a rainbow for the first time. His mom and dad had taken him to the park for a picnic, and it rained on them for a while at the beginning, but they ate under a gazebo and waited for it to let up. He was so mesmerized by the beauty of the rainbow. It felt like pure magic. When his mom was reduced to a vegetable state, he tried to cling to his happiest memories for stability, because his dad was isolating himself and he had nothing else to lean on. When he ran away from home as a teen to perform magic, he dyed a part of his hair rainbow (he had to bleach the whole section, then dye small segments the different colors one at a time) to remind himself of how he felt that day.El: Hers was purely for the color scheme, but I think I've decided that all mermaids from where she's from have unnatural hair colors? (wow what a jarring difference from Emery's reason lol)8. what, if anything do you relate to within their character/story?Emery: honestly, I based a lot of his childhood off of mine, so I relate to him in that way? We were both forced to grow up a little too early due to parental problems, but Emery's dad was a bit more of an extreme case. His dad turned to drugs to forget the loss of his wife, or at least the woman he fell in love with. On a bit of a lighter note, I've always loved magic, so I relate to Emery's fascination with the unexplainable!11. did you know what the oc's sexuality would be at the time of their creation?All: Not really. I never really consider romance in my stories, so their sexualities weren't thought of until much later! Jaspar was the first oc from ROoH to get a confirmed sexuality, I think ? Emery and Angie were the most recently decided, and Chris and Kirli's are still To Be Determined.13. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?ROoH: I dont have anything decided AFTER the story, but I do have what happened BEFORE ? Chris, Angie, Jaspar, Kirli, and Ravi all have more or less ideas on how their human lives played out, if this counts as an answer. Chris and Angie met while trying to immigrate to America in theeeeee 1800s-ish, Angie from Iran and Chris from Switzerland (haven't fully decided??) they fell in love , Chris died in a fire, Angie died of ,,, something (haven't decided this either). Kirli lived and died in 1300-ish England, Black Death. Jaspar lived in Minnesota, early 1900s, cause of death unknown. Ravi lived in Germany all his life, cause of death: not sure yet, again. Probably something random like food poisoning knowing him.15. what is something about your oc that can make you laugh?All: Every time I think of Chris's power to turn things into lawnmowers I laugh because,,, what a dumb power omfg,,,, ALSO THE FACT THAT A MAIN BAD GUY IS JUST. AN EVIL SNOWMAN THAT CURSES A LOT. LIKE,, WHAT. 17. Is there some element you regret adding to your oc or their story?Chris: I mean, the whole thing he does at the end (not gonna spoil :3 ) was pretty shitty?? Like he didnt talk the person out of sacrificing theirself, just kinda accepted he was gonna Stab™. At least he felt guilty afterwards...Angie: I think at one point she was a narcoleptic??? which, that served no purpose to the plot. I regret having that as a trait for her. I also feel bad for not letting her bond with Tessa? She's her guardian angel and still doesn't care for her as much as she should :(Emery: ...... just his entire backstory. so sorry my child I love you I swear-18. what is the most recent thing you've discovered about your oc?All: The fact that Angie remembers all of her human life was a recently discovered thing (so, she remembers her and Chris's relationship, while he doesn't. She dislikes him a lot because now she looks at this trash demon and thinks "I,,,,,, dated that thing???? *barf emoji*") she also hates that he doesn't remember at all, she finds it annoying.Also a recently discovered thing! A reason for Kirli's hatred of humans! Thanks to you Lea!!!!! Kirli died during the Black Death epidemic, so her death went unnoticed. She was brought back as a demon quickly after her death, so she got to watch as her corpse was just tossed to the side without a second glance. Kirli watched as humans dropped dead and were treated in the same respect, and it disgusted her. She reasoned that all humans must be like this: jaded and uncaring towards each other. She refused to look at anything humans did as redeeming in any way, and even any good they did she labeled as a negative trait. "American humans fighting for freedom? well who took away their freedoms in the first place: humans. Famous artworks? All made to prove to others their life is worth something, even though the paintings often went unappreciated until the artist's death."19. What is your favorite fact about your oc?Kirli: The fact that she tries fake like she has a French accent to make herself seem more impressive?? And also the fact that she had a French SO (who was also a demon) that actively taught her the wrong French words for things. "How do you say 'Die a slow and painful death' in French" "omelette du fromage" "thanks hun"Jaspar: The fact that he tries so so so hard to become friends with Emery? Who he knows everything about because he's Emery's Guardian Angel, and he just loves Emery to bits and wants to be around him forever. His passion for Emery and humans in general, for short?? Also he has a strong Minnesotan accent which I LO VE. Ravi: The fact that he has this awful power to make someone relive their worst memory just by touching them, and he refuses to use it just because he is a soft boy who doesn't want anyone to suffer. Also the fact that he's a hella big Mephistapheles Fanboy.Glen: He's always getting nosebleeds from fighting so much??? And his solution is to put A BAND-AID on the bridge of his nose??? Honey that's not how it works. He knows nothing. Luckily angels heal over a short amount of time regardless, so his ignorance doesn't cause any long-lasting damage.Lea you are a trooper for sending me OC asks, bless you and thank you for wanting to know about these garbage babies(and also watch out for some questions about YOUR ocs :333c)

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Angie comforting her mate after Stan had to eat something bad for Merfolk to keep up the appearance they were human. Basically they ran into his brother Shermie, who is not a mermaid, and it led to them having to have a dinner with Ma Pines. They played off the mermaid diet with Angie as a religious thing, but since they knew Stan his whole life he couldn’t get away without eating what his Ma made or getting caught. Angie thinks it’s terribly sweet and noble of Stan, and tries to comfort him as best she can after.

I’m still working on the Mer house design. I like the idea of it being a huge thing carved into the side of a cliff, with the bedrooms having windows with either scavenged windows of old ships or sea glass and coral. This is still kind of in a state of ideas though. (I think it’s nice that it’s a bit simple, but maybe needs some more design work.) The bed is made from coral. (possibly grown for the purpose or magically grown quickly?)

based on this little thread from me and @thelastspeecher

#gravity falls #mergucket au #stan pines #stanley pines #angie mcgucket #my art #mermaid au #The tail thing is meant to be a sort of Mer specific hug or hand holding type thing

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mrevaunit42 · 7 years

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Somewhere, beyond the sea

Hi everyone Mr.E here with a special story. but fiiiiirst! HAPPY BIRTHDAY @hains-mae *throws confetti* i hope you enjoy this story. That’s right it’s a birthday fic, one of two i owe but one step at a time. Mae requested a mermaid au *not little mermaid, sorry crab lovers* so i did it. but i had to build it up, give good reasons why things happened and leave it open to come back to next year when she asks for part 2 as a gift.

so the story here is Marco is the prince of mewni, a kingdom that was once destroyed and reborn when Marco’s family found the deserted land. the ocean side palace is threatened by a powerful, unstoppable pirate force that threatens to destroy everything. marco, desperate to do something, attempts to pray to appease the old gods of anicent mewni though ends up finding someone else instead.

and that’s it. i hope you all enjoy it. @hipster-rapunzel and if you would like to be on my tag list (a list of people i’ll tag when i post stories on tumblr) please let me know.

That’s it for me, have a fantastic week and stay amazing people! thank you if you read my story and thank you if you don’t. bye!

“Father, please...” Marco began but the only response the agitated flutter of his father's cape.

“Marco this is not the time.” Rafael replied, his hands anxiously tapping against each other “You do not understand Mijo”

“I don't understand?” Marco shot back with a harsh edge, eyes flaring in disbelief “I understand father. I am not the simple schoolboy you believe me to be. I am prince of...”

“You are the prince of Mewni” Rafael boomed over him “And I am its king. I am trying to protect you but you do not seem to realize...”

“What?” Marco snapped, arms crossed against his white elegant military tunic and crisp black dress pants, his blade hanging lazily at his side “What don't I understand? That there is a massive pirate fleet on the way? Ready to steal our food, precious goods and raze our kingdom to the ground? Is that what I don't understand, dad?”

Rafael frowned at the Marco's chose of informal terminology. He let out a mighty sigh, slumping into the simple yet refined throne tiredly, his crown sliding off to one side of his head.

“Marco, it is too dangerous.....Your mother and I....if something were to happen....”

Marco huffed in disagreement “I am the crowned prince of Mewni. I cannot simply stand by and let my people, our people die! You said it yourself: Every able bodied man must answer the call...”

“Marco, I...”

“And I” Marco said with an edge of finality “Am an able bodied man. With or without your permission, I will fight.”

Rafael sighed in defeated “Marco....how could we possibly hope to hold them off? Ocean surrounds our palace on far too many sides.”

Marco paused uneasily, unsure how to solve a problem that had persisted through his entire lifetime and that of his father's. When Marco's great, great, great (many greats) ancestors found the rotting shell that was once the kingdom of Mewni over thousands of years ago, raiders and pirates were small bands, troublesome but hardly a threat. By the time such groups became a formidable size, the kingdom had grown far too large to be consider a target. Any attempts to take or pillage the oceanic palace were a Pyrrhic victory at best and a devastating loss at worst.

Something, however, changed.

The once orderless, aimless wanderers of the sea became focused, determined and worst of all, powerful. Someone or something across the waves in far off land was gathering the most vile, cutthroat and savage of those who roamed the sea and marshal them into a deadly force that spread like a plague, threatening to claim all who call the ocean home.

The reports had been around for decades of course: Written accounts of the forces brutality first hand, recounted with horrifying details. But back then it had been an unfathomable distance away, a problem that was over there, harmless to Mewni. Mewni would survive. Mewni would be safe.

Mewni was on the verge of being wiped off the face of the map now. Another forgotten land lost to tragedy and time. The reports were no longer of far, inconceivable distances but mere miles away from the palace. The kingdom swelled in size as survivors poured in with every passing breeze, each bringing a renewed sense of dread and fear that infected the populous with terror.

“Father....” Marco murmured softly “There must be a way....something we haven't thought of. Perhaps if we ask for aid...”

“None of our neighbors can spare anything more.”

“Umm...perhaps we can train our men to....”

“The attack” Rafael muttered quietly “is fast approaching. We do not have enough time to ensure all able bodied men will be able to use a sword properly let alone cannons and rifles.”

Marco froze, his mind whirling a million miles per hour. He hated how useless he felt, he hated how each plan he came up with would only end with failure. Mewni had face innumerable, impossible odds before and survived but it seems this time the gods favor....

“Wait!” Marco cried out “Wait, I have an idea.”

Rafael turned wearily to his son “Marco?”

“The gods. T-the old gods! From before. Let's pray to them....”

Silence filled the room, unsure and concerned eyes fell upon Marco as the once hushed, invisible gathering of people who remained quiet during exchange now murmured with barely contain whispers.

“Marco, we've been over this” Rafael firmly replied, rising to his feet angrily “The old gods are just a myth, a remnant from a civilization long past as we will be if we don't figure out a real plan”

“But dad, the texts! They speak of...”

“I KNOW WHAT THEY SPEAK OF MARCO!” Rafael roared, slamming his fist against his throne.

Silence fell once more, even Marco was unable to respond to his father's outbust. He had never seen such a thing before and only now did it dawn to him how scared his father must've truly be.

Rafael took a deep, calming breath, his shoulders sagging once more “I know what you want to believe Marco. I know you want to believe in all powerful deities who could save us with a flick of their wrist. I knew you wished the guardians that live beneath the waves to exist but they do not. They are not real, they were never real and they're never going to be real. Marco, we need a plan, not fairy tales.”

“But....” Marco weakly began but he far too tired and lost too much of his momentum to go on

“Marco, my son. Please leave us be. We have a war to plan.”

Marco sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him far too much for him to fight back.

Marco gave a polite bow and strode out of the room, defeated and dejected.

The doors creaked open then shut behind him with a deafening thud.

Marco rubbed his eyes tiredly, leaning against the thick wooden throne room door “Oh man....what I am going to do?”

“How about pray?”

Marco flailed wildly, grasping his sword though struggled to free it of its sheath.

“Whoa, honey, honey calm down!”

Marco felt tense as a pair of hands grip his shoulders gently. He turned only to find himself staring into the face of his mother, worry etched into every inch of her face.

“Moooom!” Marco spoke with a childish whine “How many times did I tell you not to sneak up on me? You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Angie giggled, patting her son's cheek lovingly “No, if I told the ladies of the court how much you love singing you'd die of a heart attack.”

Marco pulled away from his mother though he did not break her hold on him “You joke far too much.”

“And you” Angie countered “far too little. You're a young man, not a cranky geezer. You need to relax”

“How can I relax when our entire kingdom is threatened? How can I be at ease when our family, our people could wiped out of existence. Father needs me....”

Angie pursed her lips as she held Marco tightly.

“Marco, we'll be fine.”

Marco sighed “I want to make sure. Even if it's pointless, I want to do something....anything. I can't just sit here and just pretend”

“Well” Angie asked quizzically “What did you have in mind?”

Marco shifted uncomfortably “It's stupid.”

“No, running down the hall in your undergarments is stupid, your idea is not.”

Marco chuckled, giving his mother a small grin “I do want to pray.”

“Umm...didn't I just...”

Marco shook his head vigorously “No, I mean...to the old Mewni gods....”

“oh.....oh”

“I know it's stupid....” Marco whispered “but....I...

Marco stopped as he felt his mother pat his head, rubbing away his well kept hair.

“I understand. I mean as long as you know nothing is probably going to happen, I can't see the harm in it.”

“Really? But dad said...”

“Dad” Angie replied firmly “is under a lot of stress. He's not exactly in the right state of mind. Here, I'll show you how to properly pray to a non-existent god.”

“Gee, when you say it like that, I sound a little crazy.”

“All those with faith are a bit crazy dear.”

Marco shivered as a harsh, chilled wind swept against him, howling furiously as his boots crunched against the sandy shore, the waves that crashed against the land soothing yet thunderous.

Marco was at the base of the cliff that held the palace aloft, its surface gray and roughly carved by the countless centuries the wind had thrown itself against it.

He glanced about under his riding cloak, a small container wrapped gingerly in his hands as he made his way to the location his mother told him about.

“34....35.....36” Marco told himself “37 paces from the dirt road.”

Marco looked about, unsure what he was looking for. There was nothing here but rocks that washed ashore, patches of random grass and weeds that managed to survive the salty air and an uneven cliff face. There was no tunnel, no cavern to the reflective pool that his mother said existed.

“Mom” Marco rolled his eyes irritated “ugh, you just told me this to keep me busy, didn't you?”

Marco scoffed, taking his frustration on a nearby rock, kicking it as hard and watching it as it lazily sailed through a nearby bush.

What Marco expected to hear was the sound of solid Earth ricocheting off a larger piece of rock. What Marco heard was the far off echo of rustling and the thud, thud, thud disappearing into the void.

Marco pulled away the obstructing bush to find the mouth of a cavernous tunnel that sloped downward, deep into the ground.

“Okay.” Marco nodded to himself, carefully taking a slow step forward “Either ancient Mewmans were paranoid or I'm about to find some really creepy cultist crap. Please don't be a cultist crap, pleeeeease don't be cultist crap.”

The shadows grew around Marco the further he ventured, the illumination brought by the mid-day sun swallowed whole by the emptiness of the dark, the only sounds of life were his own footsteps and the moaning of the breeze.

Marco coughed though refused to remove his grasp on the container.

The tunnels deepened, curving slightly ever downward in subtle and confusing ways. Marco lost track how long he'd been blanketed in shadows and he began to fidget anxiously.

“This was the stupidest idea I've had” Marco told himself “and I once thought putting roast beef between two slices of bread was a good idea. I mean how am I supposed to use a fork with that? Sigh, I should just go back. I don't know why I'm even doing this, it won't even ah!”

Marco flinched as, without warning, a warm light basked him in its glow. Marco's strained against the sudden shift before focusing once more.

“ugh, I....whoa....”

All about him were multicolored crystals, large, thick towering pieces spreading through in every direction, splashes and hues blending together and covered the enclosed cove in every possible color Marco could've ever had imagined and many more he wouldn't never dream of.

Far beyond the sandy, cold sand under his feet was the ocean, the cool sea breeze chilling him to the bone while it raced throughout the hidden cavern.

There wasn't much left in here: broken, discarded pieces of items once used for worship, weapons that have long rusted and dissolved away, papers and books that seemed complete but would crumble into dust once Marco attempted to move them.

The only thing that remained of the ancient Mewmans that once lived here was a smooth, carefully carved stone altar that was sunk halfway where the ocean and land met.

“Okay” Marco muttered to himself, slowly edging closer to the stone monument “Mom did not mention an altar but it's okay. just because it's here doesn't mean it has to do anything with a cult.”

The soft, wet crunch of Marco's boots mixed with the natural ambiance of the ocean, a harmony of peace as Marco gently placed his offering upon the stone.

He carefully unwrapped his gift, his stomach rumbling loudly as the mouth watering smell of melted cheese wafted into the empty cavern, triangular chips held in an elegant royal bowl.

Marco's signature dish: Super Awesome Nachos.

“Hey” Marco started, his voice awkward and constrained from lack of use. He coughed loudly, feeling more and more embarrassed with each passing moment “Man, only I can get humiliated in an empty room.”

Marco closed his eyes, his breath calm and relaxed.

“I...I know you're not real.” Marco spoke “I know you're not probably didn't exist.....I...I don't know what else to do....I...I'm scared.....I need a way to save my family, my people...but I don't have anything else.....please....help.”

The only response Marco received was the howling of the ocean breeze and the washing of the water against the sand.

Marco shook his head. Why was he even here? Why did he even bother? He should be with his father, attempting to figure out some sort of way to save their home, not in some sort of creepy cave from a time that no longer existed.

Marco's steps faded away as the young prince made his way through the darkness, disappointed in himself for such a childish endeavor.

The waves crashed carelessly against the shore of the cove as they did for countless years and would do so for countless more but something else lurked beneath the surface.

A dark humanoid shape shifted anxiously in the darkness of the water, inching closer and closer to the nachos left on the stone altar.

A pair of sky blue eyes peered from the water, looking back and forth for any signs of life but finding none.

The figure approached carefully, eying the treat with great wonder.

The head of a young woman rose from the water, her long bright blonde hair wet and clung to her back. She took a large whiff of the strange food before letting out a content sigh

“hee, that smells amazing!” the girl cooed to herself, approaching the altar carefully “I didn't think anyone left any food here any more.”

she lay there, her upper half free of the watery grip of the ocean while her lower half remained below

She reached for it, nearly taking hold of the treat before stopping

“Whoa Star” She scolded herself “You can't just eat weird food, randomly placed an offering altar no one has used in your lifetime. Psst, wait! Sure I can”

Star took a chip from the bowl, marveling at the orange substance that lay across. She took a little nibble.

Her eyes widened as her taste buds exploded with an amazing sensational taste she never experienced.

She let out a content moan before rapidly digging into the food, shoving as much as she could into her mouth, her hands dripping in the cheesy, gooey sauce as she ate like a ravenous animal.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Star stopped at once, her eyes darting back and forth wildly as someone approached.

“Oh crud” she tossed the bowl back onto the altar haphazardly before diving back into the water, her pink fish tail displacing water about before disappearing into the inky dark.

Marco trudged back, aggravated and annoyed.

“I can't believe I forgot the bowl” Marco scolded himself as he came into back the hidden cove.

Star watched as the strange creature came into view, walking on two stumpy, strange looking fins.

Star glanced at her tail, her fingers over her smooth pink scales in awe and wonder

“Could my fin be like that? Ooooh two fins? I could swim twice as fast!”

There was a muted thud. Star's attention snapped back to the surface and the stranger that came closer to the water's edge.

Star let out a gasp of surprise, leaning forward as she caught a proper view of the beautiful stranger

He was about old as she was. He wore some sort of cloth that covered his body with varying colors. His hair was well kept, slicked back and as brown as some of the algae she found near her home when she went looking for treasure or caught with general wanderlust. He bent over, picking up the bowl from the sand, glancing about curiously.

Star caught her breath as his gaze fell onto her. Well not onto her since she was hiding within the depths of the ocean but she felt like he was. Like he was seeing her and only her. His dark brown caramel eyes were hypnotizing and Star found himself reaching towards him.

“Hello?” Marco called out but there was nothing here. No signs of life, no footsteps. In fact, other than the fact the bowl fell off the altar on its own.

Marco frowned, suspicious of what could've caused the bowl to tip over...and emptied.

“Hello?” he shouted again “I mean you know no harm....but admittedly you're freaking me the hell out.”

Star swished back and forth anxiously, nervously biting at her lips.

The soft crunch, crunch, crunch of the stranger's funny looking land fins dully echoed throughout the water, keeping Star fixated upon the handsome man.

“Hello?”

Star waved under the waves.

“I'll come back tomorrow” Marco told no one “Maybe you'd like to talk then?”

Silence.

“Yeah....and I'm talking to myself....”

Star watched eagerly as the handsome man glanced about the empty cove uneasily before being swallowed whole by the darkness.

“HI!” Star leapt out from the beneath the water, waving frantically to catch the attention of the stranger “I'm Star!”

No response.

“Shoot” she pouted, smacking the aquatic substance that surrounded her “Right, I got be faster. Tomorrow, tomorrow for sure!”

The next few days were interesting to say the least and not because Star had yet to talk to the beautiful stranger that graced the cove but because she found him fascinating

He was a creature of habit, always arriving at the same time with the same outfit and the same wondrous snack that made Star's stomach rumble hungrily.

He was timid in his movements almost he was afraid of being ridiculed and mocked despite the fact he was 'alone' in the cove.

The first day or so, he placed the snack back on the altar and waited a respectful distance away. Star wanted to greet the man but she found herself nervous and her throat dry. How does one exactly talk to someone who didn't look exactly like you?

The man would stay for an hour before sighing in defeat and taking the treat back to wherever he came from which always caused Star to whimper sadly.

The next he came, he was far less formal, opting to dress in a simple white tunic and dress pants. Instead of laying the amazing food at the altar, he gently placed it where the ocean met the land and laid beside it.

This time he spoke and Star couldn't help but listen.

His name was Marco Ubaldo Diaz, he was the crowned prince of Mewni and he was feeling a bit trapped about a situation that threatened his kingdom though he never clarified what was the problem

He would stay there for hours, just talking and with each word out of his mouth, Star's fascination with him only grew.

He talked about how lonely it was being the crowned prince, the constant need to pretend, how he longed to do what was right and just.

He described the world he belonged to: The green grassy knolls, the beautiful flowers that grew in the spring, the nachos he made by hand.

Star listened, eager to learn more and more about Marco and his world though she could've done without him teasing her about the nachos. He chewed on them happily and Star could do nothing but fume.

Today was the 7th day and this was the day Star was going to introduce herself, hell or high water.

Marco approached as usual, nachos slung under his arm.

He planted the bowl in the middle again and took a calming breath.

He had long since given up expecting some sort of mystical entity to appear from the sea. He convinced himself some creature smelled his food and ate it. He must've scared it off when he returned for the bowl. 2 plus 2 equals math.

Still, Marco came every day, finding peace and solace in this isolated, hidden place. There was something therapeutic about sitting here and talking about his problems to the world, to nature without no one to judge him.

“ You know...” Marco began, looking lovingly to the ocean far in the distance “Non-existent person who I kept referring to so I have some sort of focal point for my thoughts. I always wondered what lay beneath ocean? So much of it covers our world....yet no one knows what is under the sea.....I wonder often and...”

“I can answer that!”

Marco jumped, tumbling backwards against the uneven sand as an unexpected splash echoed through the small cove.

Marco eyes widened as a beautiful woman appeared from out of nowhere, her hair damp and wrapping over her shoulder, the only thing covering her bare skin and...

Marco felt his cheeks reddened, averting his eyes at once “I-I'm sorry, I didn't think...”

“Umm, why aren't you looking at me? Do I have something on my face?”

“N-no” Marco stammered “I mean no disrespect miss but you're...you're...umm....”

“Did my shells come off? Oh that's embarrassing”

Marco snuck a peek despite how horrible of an idea that could've been and true to her word, the girl was not naked as he feared but was wearing two strategically placed shells as some sort of makeshift outfit.

“...oh good” Marco let out a tense sigh “Wait, how did you get here?”

The woman laid on the beach, propped on her elbows and looking at him as if he was the most interesting thing in the world “Oh I swam here.”

“How...? Marco questioned, taking a step forward to the enchanting beauty.

“Duh, my fin.”

Marco jolted awake, his eyes blurry and his head spinning

“are you okay?”

Marco moaned groggily, something bright and yellow leaning over him.

“I...”

“I didn't mean to freak you out.”

“I...?”

His vision cleared and there lay the girl from before, her sky blue eyes brimming with joy and relief, her sunshine blonde hair hanging loosely over her shoulder, held back only by a hand brushing it behind her ear.

“.....I....! Fish!”

“Fish?” Star perked, looking around excitedly “Where?

“You!” Marco backed away “You're a fish!”

Star pouted, her tail fin smacking the retreating tide “psst, I'm a mermaid, not a fish.”

“...W-wait, mermaid?”

Star peered curiously at Marco's stunned face

“Yeah? Never seen a mermaid before?”

“No!” Marco cried outloud

“Well, just because you've never seen a mermaid doesn't mean we don't exist.”

Marco ran his hand through his hair “I can't believe this...h-how long have you been watching me?”

Star happily chewed on Marco's cheesy snack, letting out a contented moan

“all week'

“All week?!” Marco's voice cracked “Wait, you heard everything?!”

“Yep!”

Marco clutched at his hair, feeling faint at the idea someone witnessed how exposed he allowed himself be.

“Could you tell me more?”

Marco stared at the...girl? Who leaned further on her elbows, eyes shimmering with wonder and awe.

“What?”

“Your world” Star beamed “It sounds amazing....could you tell me some more?

“you're not going to make fun of me?”

“Make fun of you?” Star raised an eyebrow “Why would I do that?”

“Because I'm a loser?”

“Loser? You're amazing!”

Marco flushed at her kind, genuine words, her bright smile bringing one onto his own lips

“I....”

“please?” Star pleaded as her hand snuck into the bowl for more nachos.

Marco sat before the mermaid, trying to prevent himself from passing out again.

“Umm...sure. I'm Marco” he offered his hand politely “and I'm talking to a mermaid....”

Star glanced at his hand and gingerly took it in her own, giving it a small shake

Marco marveled at how soft her skin felt against his

“I'm Star. Now share these nachos with me and tell everything. Don't leave anything out.”

#Star vs au #happy birthday!#mae #my story #mermaid au

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teefa85 · 5 years

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So since I’m bored, here’s the first ever OC Talk I’m gonna be doing on this blog! It’s mostly me blabbing about various characters I’ve created for fics over the years, and how they’ve developed from simple to more complex (especially true for fandoms where I’ve revived or revised writing for them years later).

This time, I’m gonna talk about La Pucelle’s monsters. Purifying creatures to fight by your side is a mechanic in-game. Hell...Chapter 2 almost requires you to have at least one or two in the active battle party since it would be much harder for Prier and Alouette to take it all on themselves until you get Croix! There’s even a tutorial that forces you to get a Tiny Bat, and a Big Zombie Prier insists you Purify later on. Getting them also falls into the Item Combination mechanic at the Dark World Recruiter...

But over the years...I’ve put some of them into my writing. One of whom has basically reached mascot status, and is probably the most developed of any non-vocal monster character I’ve ever written!

Under cut for length...

So, first off, I’d better mention the naming scheme! All of them follow the way a La Pucelle monster would be named, and could possibly be named! I actually listed out monsters I saw or suffix/prefixes I thought were funny with a certain base name on my website back in the day, and took several names from there. The ones I chose were definitely highlights, though...

CHAPTER 1 RECRUITMENT Bit Jr.: This is the Tiny Bat from the tutorial. Name chosen since Bits are smaller versions of the actual bat monsters.

Mrs. Bat: Prier also got this one in the sewers...because Culotte thought Bit Jr. was lonely and needed a friend. Thus...this name since it’s almost like she’s Bit Jr.’s mother!

Bones Knight: The Big Zombie Prier suggested to Purify. Name was chosen since all of the Zombies in Chapter 1 were former knights of Montblanc Castle prior to the coup.

CHAPTER 2 RECRUITMENT Bear Socks: After Culotte ran off, Prier suggested getting this strong looking bear to help them find him. His name comes from an actual bear I had on my first ever romp through La Pucelle! Also, the most consistently appearing Monster character, usually for comedy due to his tendency to steal food. My Creative Writing teacher sure loved him and his little companions (who are mentioned later), and it made me change a simple fishing trip chapter of Bloody Hands, Healing Arms into another romp with the bears just for her!

CHAPTER 4 RECRUITMENT Turbo Ghost: With advanced warning about the Dragonshrooms on Mt. Champignon, the team decided that Purifying an Apparition to blast them with magic from afar was a good idea. I just picked a random name for this one...it seemed like it worked!

CHAPTER 6 RECRUITMENT Burning Fire: A Salamander that begins the joke trend of monsters being recruited via Baptism Attack! This particular one was from Eclair’s Heart and was Culotte’s fault. Honestly...I’m still laughing about how this is a possible name thanks to the game’s naming algorithm! It’s been 14 years even! Funny thing...as a Salamander he uses Wind! Blame What Not to do When Lost for the reason my wil-o-wisp type monster is a wind user!

CHAPTER 8 RECRUITMENT Surprise Shroom: A joke between Prier and Croix in getting a pet mushroom led to everyone who could using Baptism Attack repeatedly during their jungle adventure until SOMEONE got one! Thus the name!

Admiral Fish: Honestly, the name comes from naval admirals and it being a mermaid (an Undine, specifically). Was an accidental combined effort by Prier and Alouette during their attempt to get the Gargoyle away from the tile that would weaken the Giant Thing!

These were the only two monsters that weren’t mentioned in fics. And were more or less based on the stupid jokes from recent leveling sessions.

OTHER MONSTERS Cub Prince and Cub Princess: A pair of Beartrom siblings mentioned in passing during the description of Marjorly’s botched Hellhound summoning in The Royal Wedding. In the end, I expanded upon them during a chapter of Bloody Hands, Healing Arms (the one I mentioned above). Just as mischievous as Bear Socks, but smaller with all the advantages and disadvantages it entails.

Hound Buster: No...Hellhounds aren’t a real La Pucelle monster. But this is the aforementioned botched summoning mentioned above. Instead of getting a vicious beast, Marjorly summoned a Hellhound puppy. Prier Purified her and her three-year-old daughter knocked the creature on the head once to get it to Convert! Naturally...Hound Buster is mostly Angie’s pet and companion during next generation stories. The name comes from the suffix that happened to be on yet another one of my bears over the years!

Queen Pumpkin: This one was specifically mentioned as belonging to Angie’s teammate, Simone. Specifically, she is a Pumpkin King. No joke...during a run through the game with my Ex, we discovered a Pumpkin King named Queen Pumpkin and actually used her as a minor party member for the novelty factor alone. Thus, I used the name for a fic!

If any other stupidity happens later on during the game, they might get immortalized as a monster (even if I don’t use the EXACT name...I don’t remember what the Undine I Purified the other day was really called).

#la pucelle tactics #oc talk #commentary

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jenmedsbookreviews · 6 years

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Is there anything better than finding a series of books that you love? Characters that you can return to again and again, whose lives you become so invested in that you simply have to know what their future holds. Books which you devour in no time while all the time regretting the wait until the next books is released?

Like any self-respecting reader I am a sucker for a good series. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good standalone too, but there is something about those enduring characters, the ones who get under your skin, that gets me super excited. I am always happy to be back in their company. My trepidation is not over whether I will like the book, only what fresh hell the author has put them through this time. So I’d like to share a few of these with you today. Some are relatively new, some are just new to me. All are fabulous.Rachel Abbott – Tom Douglas Series – @RachelAbbott

Typically of me I started this series in the completely wrong order. I found The Back Road first through a Bookbub promotion. Read it. Loved it. Never looked back. Had absolutely no concept of self publishing when I read this. I liked the writing, I liked the character. It is unusual in that Tom Douglas was never meant to be the central character focus, but I think the guy just took on a life of his own. Brilliant series.

Rachel Amphlett – Dan Taylor and Kay Hunter series – @RachelAmphlett

I first heard Rachel speak on an indie panel with Rachel Abbott back at Crimefest in 2016. Her series, featuring former soldier Dan Taylor, sounded like my kind of book so I treated myself to the books and the first audio. Several long car journeys later I was hooked. It was a no brainer for me when I was asked if I wanted to review the first Kay Hunter book late last year. Both are absolutely cracking series that I can’t recommend enough. Another big tick in the box for the Indie authors.

MJ Arlidge – Helen Grace Series – @mjarlidge

I’m not sure how I ended up reading this series but I am very glad I did. I chose the first book, Eeny Meeny, as I was on a bid to read a book from each of the cities I had depots in. Southampton seemed as good a place to start as any. A hard hitting lead character with a very troubled past, Helen Grace rocks. There is a slightly darker edge to books in this series, probably not recommended for kids, but certainly highly recommneded for crime lovers.

Mark Billingham – Tom Thorne Series – @MarkBillingham

I’m playing catch up on this series, attacking it from both ends by reading the latest books in the series and listening to the audio of te early books. Love the styling and have a bit of a soft spot for the rule breaking copper with a good heart, Tom Thorne. There is so much I still have to read and I am fully looking forward to the rest of the journey. I’m loving seeing the move to Thorne as a family man and the odd partnership developing between Thorne and Tanner in the latest book is one I’m happy to see continue. Fabulous.

Robert Bryndza – Erika Foster Series @RobertBryndza

I have loved this series from the very first book. Erika Foster is a strong female role model, the cases are exciting and the team Erika builds around her are fabulous. This series has nearly made me late for work on more than one occasion where I was sat in the car park desperate to listen to the end of a chapter on the audible book version. Each book keeps getting better and the character of Erika Foster more endearing, if that’s the right word, with each one.

John Connolly – Charlie Parker Series @jconnollybooks

Day 17 – A Game of Ghosts

Oh Charlie Parker, how I love thee … Well the series anyway. I came across this series via Twitter in 2015. I know. Where had I been? From the very opening scenes I was a little wary – it was quite gory to be fair and I wasn’t entirely sure about Parker. The more I read, the more I got to like him. A lot. From a clean start in July, by January I had caught up on all I had missed in readiness for the next release. Love this series, particuarly the supernatural thread. And the characters, Parker, Sam, Louis, Angel … Simply fabulous. These aren’t a quick read but they are so worth your investment of time. Soooo worth it.

Thomas Enger – Henning Juul Series @EngerThomas

I found this series at book 4. I quickly reversed to start the series from the beginning. With such vivid imagery this series beautifully captures the Norwegian setting perfectly. And the protagonist, Henning Juul, is such an intriguing character, spurred on by the need to find out the truth about what happened to his son, you cannot help but fall a little in love with him. Brilliant series. I really don’t want to read book five. It cant be over …

Patricia Gibney – Lottie Parker Series @trisha460

As police officers go, Lottie Parker is perhaps one of the most flawed. She drinks, she may have a little bit of a drug problem and she has a terribly difficult relationship with her children. The latest book in the series goes some way to explaining Lottie’s past and has made me love our Ragmullin based Detective even more. It just keeps getting better wth every book.

Sarah Hilary – Marnie Rome Series @sarah_hilary

Oh I do have a knack for reading things in the wrong order!!! Starting with book three which I came across quite by accident on Netgalley, I instantly fell in love with the characters, the style of writing and the very complex and yet moving storylines which dominate this series. Set in London, Sarah Hilary paints quite a stark picture of the capital in a series which features a protagonist who is as tough as she is kind, and whose past keep coming back to taunt her.

Matt Johnson – Robert Finlay Series @Matt_Johnson_UK

This series may well be only two books long right now but those two books have made an impression and I can’t wait for the next one. Robert Finlay is a great character, affected by his traumatic past, he is a PTSD sufferer but one with an amazing support network. A wonderful blend of police and action thriller from a guy who knows his stuff, this is highly recommended.

Ragnar Jonasson – Dark Iceland Series @ragnarjo

I don’t think I had read any literature in translation before reading this book. I tried Les Miserable twenty or so years ago and gave up about page two if that counts? Having seen Ragnar Jonasson at Crime Fest I was really intrigued about the idea of a series set in the wilds (?) of Iceland and bought the then three published books on audio. I listened to them in a week. Haven’t looked back. I am total nordic/scandi noir convert.

Stuart MacBride – Logan McRae and Ash Henderson Series @StuartMacBride

Oh how to begin? I fell onto Stuart MacBride’s work by accident (not literally I might add). I was in love with the Tony McLean series and one of the characters was named after Stuart so, out of curiosity, I looked him up. I bought the second Ash Henderson book on a whim, only a two book series rather than the nine Logan books I needed to read. Oh my life. I was hooked. Bought and read though all nine Logan McRae books in a round a week over Christmas a couple of years ago. Stonkingly special.

Angela Marsons – Kim Stone Series @WriteAngie

Day 21 – Broken Bones

Bet you didn’t see this coming did you? I ‘found’ this series after seeing an article on Twitter about a local author selling over a million copies of her books. Yes. I was that late … Made up for it since though. Massive fan of this series and so proud to be able to call Angie a friend now too. If you haven’t read any Kim Stone, you haven’t lived. At least not well enough. I have my whole family hooked on them now too. And this is the only series/author which has persuaded me to do a vlog review. Trust me this is massive. Until two years ago, I wouldn’t even have my picture taken other than for my passport…

Val McDermid – Hill & Jordan Series @valmcdermid

Man oh man. If I was late to the Angie Marsons party, I am arriving just in time for the washing up with this one … I only start listening to the audio last year, the start of Val McDermid’s epic career coming during my self imposed reading hiatus. I am catching up quite quickly though. This series taught me that I need to be very careful when playing audio books in the car as one particular scene in The Mermaid’s Singing which was playing as my sister got in the car led to more than a few raised eyebrows. Love this series though and if you can cope with the dark and often macabre at the start of the series, then I’d highly recommend it.

James Oswald – Tony McLean Series @SirBenfro

Day 9 – Written In Bones

This is the series which reignited my passion for reading. I won’t lie, when I read the original first scene for Natural Causes I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. It’s quite dark. But as I read on I fell in love with the writing, the character and the special blend of the police procedural with something a little more supernatural. I used to spend my summers camping on the edges of Edinburgh and this series just transported me right back there. Love everything about it. If you haven’t read it yet, you really must. Really. really must.

Ian Rankin – Rebus Series @Beathigh

Yep. You guessed it. Another series I started late and another series I have been reading/ experiencing out of order. I am trying my best to catch up. There are twenty one books now. I had seventeen years of reading. I buy four or five books a week and read three to four … I will catch up though as I love this hard drinking and rule flaunting Detective. I am powering through the audio as and when I can. I will try to review one day too. I can still remember them all. This series also taught me to be careful when selecting audio books when driving colleagues around …

Marnie Riches – George McKenzie series @Marnie_Riches

Love the blend of the UK and the Netherlands in this one. There is something about the characters of George and her lover Van den Bergen which really draws you in. The stories are full of heart stopping action and there are so many moments of light and shade in this book. George is seemingly unstoppable, dedicated to her family and yet also to getting justice. Loved it. And there’s a new book coming. Even better.

LJ Ross – DCI Ryan Series @LJRoss_author

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Day 20 – High Force

I was introduced to this series by my sister who read and loved the first few books. I took the plunge and listened to the audible books on one of my many long drives around the country and was immediately struck by not only the quality of the writing, the tense plotting and the lovable, if somewhat occasionally grumpy, DCI Ryan, but the setting. Northumbria almost becomes a character in its own right, the authors love for the area shining through the writing. And the plotlines … so tense. nail-biting and perfectly timed. And I’m a character now too. I’d like to say a nice one but that all depends on perspective …

Carol Wyer – Robyn Carter Series @carolewyer

Oh I do love me a local story and it doesn’t come uch more local for me, the central character in this series working about fourteen miles from my front door. Each one of these books has been a complete joy, combining brilliant writing with exciting and often tense storylines. It’s not all hard paced action; the stories capture both a brilliant tension and an emotional edge too. I love the camaraderie between Robyn and her team but also her cousin, Ross. Heck even Shearer s growing on me. And the back story … the unknown … the wondering if Robyn will ever find the truth. Can’t wait for the next book.

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So there you have it. My favourite series. Any you think I should be reading (if I get time …) What are your favourites?

Have a fabulous day of reading everyone.

Jen

Love one, love them all … My favourite series Is there anything better than finding a series of books that you love? Characters that you can return to again and again, whose lives you become so invested in that you simply have to know what their future holds.

#Favourite Series

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