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croxot · 8 months

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MORE Armored Core 6 Thoughts - The Corporate Military Leaders

After coming to the conclusion that Armored Core is my game of the year, I've been thinking needlessly deeply about many little bits of the game. I wanted to put some thoughts out there about the Corporate Military Leaders (V.II Snail & G1 Michigan). More specifically what makes them so different in how the player perceives them -- How their corny characterization makes them all the more engrossing. Spoilers to follow.

Michigan

• Massive blowhard military type, speaks with all the bravado of your stereotypical US army drill sergeant.

• Despite this, he is somewhat endearing. He's still a shill for Balam, but he has a clear level of respect for those under him, and grants even more respect where it's clearly deserved.

• Knows all his underlings by name.

• Will chastise his own men for not showing you enough respect on the mission where you are expected to kill him and his entire force. Seems to take it well despite what's happening.

• Despite his position placing him as one of the defcato villains, there is very little direct animosity to muster for him. By the point in the story where you can decide to kill him, Balam has already lost the race, and Michigan has shown very little ill will towards you personally (even if you've previously betrayed the Redguns).

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(Quick note on V.I Freud: While Freud is Technically a higher rank than Snail, he's clearly turned over military leadership to Snail, which makes Snail more of the de-facto face of Arquebus. Freud's just an ace who shows up to have a good fight, and otherwise doesn't make much of a show. Which, yeah, that's fine.)

Snail

• The Immediate difference here is that Snail is consistently depicted as conceited and selfish. Where Michigan is on first-name basis with basic underlings, Snail is verbally disgusted with the thought of acknowledging anything or anyone that isn't directly and immediately beneficial to him.

• And that's great because this game ABSOLUTELY benefits from having someone that's so easy to hate. Snail treats everyone around him, including his ranked allies, and even Freud, like dirt.

• He's even worse to you in the sense that he's convinced his type of space-cyber-lobotomy is so much newer and shinier than yours and makes him objectively superior to you. Like calm down dude this isn't a brain damage contest.

• This makes the Liberator of Rubicon Ending immensely satisfying in a way the other 2 endings just don't compare to. The game has spent around 15-ish hours having this guy be a gigantic douche in nearly every line he speaks, and then he shows up to fight you when realistically he doesn't even have to considering the circumstances.

• And so with Rusty's theme blaring in the background, he has an angry breakdown while you send him and his Balteus 2: Scuffed Laser Edition™ directly to the shadow realm. It is the most satisfying boss kill in the game.

#armored core #ac6 #armored core VI #fires of rubicon #croxotwords #V.II Snail #G1 Michigan

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kivaember · 26 days

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What does Rusty think about Pater, Hawkins and their lurid office romance? I mean, aside from probably hating them for being corpos of course. Pater's impression of Rusty was one of the more humorous bits from the game so I wonder if Rusty was aware of him doing it... Ditto for O'keeffe too, one of Pater's lines says that O'keeffe looked out for him and he gets upset if you kill O'keeffe so they must've at least had a positive working relationship.

CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER im going to ramble about Pater and Vesper dynamics now LETS GO

I hc that Pater likely joined just under a year before they were sent to Rubicon, and most of that year was spent with him being used as a glorified dogsbody. He was a Gen Ten, the most ~advanced~ augmentations, and likely was put on the Vespers as a demonstration of their technological prowess or whatever. Pater was a young, ambitious corporate ladder climber too, so he was very skilled at brown nosing and putting forth the correct persona depending on who he was talking to.

Just one problem: the Vespers are full of freaks.

Freud refused to acknowledge his existence beyond what was mandatory (tho he's like that for anyone who isn't a) his direct chain of command, b) snail or c) a good opponent), Snail privately resented him for his advanced augmentations and was low key trying to figure out what their benefits were so he could steal them for himself somehow, Maeterlinck was very neutral towards him bc she's actually the only sane person in this goddamn group and is just here to collect a paycheck and a good retirement package, and Swinburne saw him as competition that was going to snatch his Vesper number from him or leapfrog over him to the next number just like Rusty did.

So, his reception wasn't exactly the warmest. O'Keeffe wasn't warm towards him either, but O'Keeffe doesn't play promotion politics (he's already set for life and enjoys various perks the other Vespers don't) and he treats Pater as any other subordinate. O'Keeffe's a bit odd, but he's forthright and fair, and Pater appreciated that, esp as O'Keeffe gave him some helpful pointers on how to navigate life in the Vespers.

Rusty was a little more enigmatic, and Pater honestly could never get a good read on him. Superficially, Rusty was very friendly and always willing to chat whenever Pater crossed paths with him, but Pater could tell that Rusty's smiles were very practiced and artificial, and that there was very little true warmth in his eyes.

Actually, Pater genuinely thought Rusty was like him: just a better actor. Pater admired Rusty for his effective masking skills and studied him closely to better his own masking and friendly persona. Like, Pater was good, but he knew that sometimes he could be a little off-putting bc he either didn't strike the right tone of his smile wasn't quite right, but Rusty was very charismatic and charming and such a good liar, so Pater definitely jotted down a lot of mental notes and tried to emulate him.

(Rusty had no idea about this but he definitely would've been peturbed to know that Pater admired him for being such an amazing liar dfhdfhdf actually i want to write a Pater pov drabble about Rusty being a liar now-)

NOW ONTO HAWKINS.

Hawkins is a little like Maeterlinck where he's actually kind of normal, but, there is a but here: his augmentation time wasn't as easy or clearcut as the others'. He came on the heels of the rather fatal and dangerous Gen Five and Gen Six experiments, and it rests heavy on him that his Gen Seven augments were safe only because of how many lives were lost before him. So, he looks at Pater and sees a young lad totally oblivious (lol no) to the highway of bones he walked on to get to where he is, and wants to guide and look out for him.

Which turned out easy enough since Pater was delegated to help Hawkins out a lot with his logistical issues. Pater, thrust into a group where majority of them saw him as either a hindrance or competition, basically huddled under Hawkins' protective shadow bc Pater's a survivor and a ladder climber and he knows to stick to his useful assets and allies like glue.

Hawkins developed feelings for Pater, and yes there was the telenovela drama of oh no, i can't, he's my junior!!! but eventually Hawkins came clean and Pater calculated.

He does hold genuine feelings of affection for Hawkins, but he also ran all the calculations on what this relationship would bring him, how useful it'd be, its pros, its cons, and after weighing all that was like yeah it'll give me more than i'll lose so let's go for it!

Pater, I feel... DUAL NATURE and his emblem make me feel that Pater is well aware of the life he leads, where he has to don a mask to get to where he is and further. i don't think it's meant to represent like, a split personality or anything like that, but more like a representation of what the cutthroat, capitalistic society has forced him to be.

You don't promote being honest and earnest and trusting - you just get stabbed in the back. You have to get close to those who can do things for you, enter into deals of "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours" to create a web of favours and obligations and "put in a good word for me!" or "oh he's such a nice guy, let's do this for him". You have to be good at donning the right mask, the right persona, at watching someone you have affections for be cut down and in real time make the very conscious and sharp adjustment of "oh my god no" to "ok ok you have to think what this'll give you you have to think about how you can use this" bc Hawkins being dead means he's lost more than just the emotional support, he's lost the material, the physical, he has to focus on "how can i turn this into a win?"

That turned way more rambly than I thought shhsadfd but Pater fascinates me because he really is a product of the kind of corporate society in armored core 6. There's no honestly, no earnestness, no true self. Just masks upon masks, ruthless social calculations, and stuffing down any true feelings because the only real comfort you get in this world is success and winning.

i have completely lost the thread of what he question was but i hope you enjoyed that ramble???

#armored core 6 #armored core #v.viii pater #my brain just picked this topic up and sprinted with it #i really do wanna write that pater pov on rusty tho #that admiration for a guy who's perfected the art of masking #pater unaware its bc rusty is a corporate spy #tho the possibility crosses his mind #but he's like well if he is he's doing a good job at it so good for him

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watching-pictures-move · 10 months

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Movie Review | Gilda (Vidor, 1946)

This review contains spoilers.

I probably complain with some regularity that movies these days ain’t like they used to be and I’d hate to sound like a broken record, but one specific respect in which movies are definitely worse is that we’ve stopped making ones about characters who are Next Level Hot. Characters who are so distressingly attractive it becomes the driving force behind the decisions of everyone around them. Perhaps the subject has been on my mind since my recent viewing of The Swimming Pool, in which three of the principals are unbelievably attractive and the fourth one is played by Maurice Ronet, and the relative levels of attractiveness are used to direct audience sympathies, having us practically beg for the uggo to be removed from the screen by any means necessary. (Listen, I know there are thorny sexual politics at play, but I am all for opening the borders of Next Level Hotness beyond the confines of ideals of conventional attractiveness. It’s a vibe more than anything.)

Now if anyone comes up with modern examples that I’m not aware of, I don’t actually care, I just needed an in to start talking about this movie, which definitely falls in this category. In the parlance of a wise man, I’ve done the research, I’ve looked at the facts, I’ve analyzed the hard data and my conclusion is that there are few things sexier than the way Rita Hayworth throws her head back and lets her hair bounce for a moment. The movie is best known for a number of performances by Hayworth, most notably the (racy by the standards of the ‘40s) striptease to “Put the Blame on Mame”, which most overtly communicate her most magnetic qualities, but even outside these scenes her character throws the entire screen into a web of sexual tension anytime she appears or is even mentioned.

You have Glenn Ford hired by shady casino owning bigshot George Macready to look after his casino and also his wife Hayworth (introduced with that trademark hair bounce). Ford is trapped initially by the confines of his role and also the situations Hayworth forces him to cover up with her promiscuous behaviour, something Macready may or may not be aware of. So there’s an element of control exerted upon Ford, which reverses when Macready exits the situation by feigning his demise and Ford becomes the one exerting control on Hayworth, driven perhaps by past grievances. So there’s a palpable psychosexual charge to the proceedings from the kinked out dynamic both men have with Hayworth and each other. (Also of importance: the phallic weapon with which Macready kills his enemies. Never trust a man with a spring-loaded blade in his cane.) To paraphrase the words of a high school math teacher when I challenged him on the dimensions of an aesthetically pleasing rectangle, Freud would have a field day with this movie, although I must concede that faking your own death to act out your cuckold fetish seems a bit extreme.

This plays out against a backdrop of a post World War II Argentina milieu, where Macready seems mixed up with a bunch of sinister Germans with whom he forms a tungsten cartel. The movie doesn’t seem terribly interested in the particulars (something about patents and laundering money through the casino) and admits as much when we see Ford looking inattentive as he’s being questioned by a police inspector. I suppose this does give the movie a slight atmosphere of corruption (although the Old Hollywood production values keep this from feeling too seamy), but quite frankly I found the dynamic between the main characters engaging enough that I could do without it.

#film #movie review #gilda #charles vidor

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allthingsroleplay · 7 months

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QUEEN OF THE PRIDE LANDS & A GOOFBALL

SARABI | THE LION KING | NAOMIE HARRIS OR OPEN FACE | WANT AD

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Hello! This request is for Sarabi otherwise known as Simba's mother and Mufasa's mate. As Queen of the Pridelands she ruled at Mufasa's side so when I think of her in the real world she's in a position that is equal to or even above Samuel's. I can see her being a Senator or a Public Defender. Somewhere she has a lot of power which allows her to protect people and serve her community.

Now, for the angsty bit. Obviously, the elephant in the room is that Mufasa isn't dead. It's entirely by chance that he survived the stampede and the fall from the cliff side and Samuel is well aware of that. He knows that he was meant to die in the canyon and while his death put his family through a lot of pain and Scar caused a lot of hardships and turmoil, Samuel does 100% believe his decision and will stand by it. Even if it means that should he ever meet his family again they all hate him for it. While I would like for him to find Sarabi and for them to be together, I also understand that it's entirely likely she will never forgive him for essentially abandoning their family.

That being said, Sarabi was not shown in LK2 and the timeline of the cut-off is sometime during the events of that movie so it's likely that in canon Sarabi has passed herself or you could write that she was just in the background. Maybe she left the pride for one reason or another and crossed over and she's been in the RW for a few years. All of that is really up to you. Samuel has remained faithful to his Queen even after all these years and he's never been with anyone or shown any interest in being with someone else. He'd likely remain loyal even if Sarabi wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

Face-wise I'm going to leave it wide open. I do have some ideas for how they could meet again, and why Samuel might not have noticed her sooner ( he has somewhat of a sixth sense when it comes to AW citizens thanks to the spirits nudging him about it ) if she's been in Ontario for a while. JUST. GIVE MY MAN HIS WIFE BACK OKAY?

OPEN CANON | BILL HADER | FINAL FOR FEAR FROM INSIDE OUT | WANT AD

hello, I am back on my bullshit. to which you could possibly argue: but sam? haven't you always been on your bullshit? yes. ANYWAY. this is a request for a final for my lovely little ball of anxiety, Freud. Now, in my head, I've got only the vaguest idea of what I'm looking for. What I'm certain of is that this character must be male-identifying as Freud is very, very gay. What I'm less certain of is that this character must be a goofball. I want a silly man who snort-laughs at his own jokes. I want someone who doesn't seem to take absolutely anything seriously because it would drive Freud UP. A. WALL.

Now. I've suggested Bill Haderpartly because he and James happen to be the actors that play one of my biggest OTPs. And a lot of the dynamic between their characters in IT Chapter 2 is kind of what inspired me to make this want-ad. Howerver, I'm not looking for someone to play a knockoff of Richie Tozier. I'm actually leaning more toward Bill Hader's actual personality. He's goofy, he giggles, he likes telling funny stories and making people laugh.

Freud desperately needs a reason to laugh. He needs someone to teach him how to be less serious all the time and remind him that he's technically from the head of a 13-year-old girl and he's allowed to be silly and not serious every once in a while.

The forum is an animation panfandom personified set in modern day Ontario, Canada that recently opened. However the community itself has been around since roughly 2012 and we're all very excited to have this fresh start and welcome new members! Not just that but we've expanded our canon list beyond just movies to include television series and even video games! There's lots of opportunity for creativity especially with the animated oc process that has allowed our members to make entire worlds of their own to play with. My discord is drakarifire, feel free to add me if you have any questions!

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evil-wakes-in-vengeance · 1 year

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Somehow I don't think you'd rather eat your own eyeball. And there is no restraining order, they're called bail conditions which aren't even necessary at this point. I haven't been any where near you or Milton for god knows how long now - a long, long time, and I have no intentions of imposing myself. I've sent the odd message now and again and we've had a couple of 'pleasant' convos since, but that's about all at this point. As I said, I lost my shit way back then. I don't want you as badly as you think though, I just miss you now and again. It's a weird mixture of lust, loneliness, nostalgia, and I miss the intimacy we had and obviously that's past it's sell-by-date but I'm not sat in a dark corner of my house rocking back and forth over it. I've got shit going on, but you'll of course exaggerate the amount I've messaged you.

Apparently any opinion that differs from your perception of yourself is gaslighting now too. How does that even make sense? You think I'm trying to fuck with your head, when actually, I just had a moment where I thought about everything, and I got myself in a mood and vented to you because this was a two sided relationship and we both made mistakes but you don't see the ones you made. As for most dudes trying to be with you, am I even wrong? Please show me one male friend of yours who hasn't even at the very most hinted they either fancied you, or wanted more with you at some point? I'll wait. It's not fucking gaslighting if it's true. And you don't even know what "Red Pill" mentality is. It's not what you think it is, i.e, how 2 fck loadz of bitchez and shhit. I was getting girls way before I ever even knew what Red Pill was. It's fuck all to do with that.

"you claim to have abundance and awareness , yet your heavily clouded by your own brains intrusive thoughts , and my gosh do you believe them , your not in control nor do you have the great self discipline you for claim you’re controlled by yourself , delusional and entitled narcissistic behavioural tendancies." Oh no! Kirsty is gaslighting me with her opinion! That's fine that you think that. Anyone who deals with anxiety has a heavily clouded brain. You should fucking know that Freud, since you also deal with it. And I don't believe every intrusive thought that comes into my head, don't be silly. You say I don't know you, but you clearly don't know me either. I never claimed to have great self discipline. I've admitted about a thousand times how many mistakes I've made, it's pretty fucking self-evident that I'm not perfect, duhhhh. Maybe you should realise you're not too, and I'm not talking about your looks which you seem to be obsessed with.

If only I were a woman so I could cry about how men victimise me, but never actually take into account any of the mistakes I might be making in relationships.

I said I didn't give you any reason to mistrust me in the beginning. That's clearly what I said to you. "Early on". And I didn't. Because of the way Will treated you, shat all over your commitment to him by sleeping with all of the easiest, trashiest lays in New Milton you naturally ended up traumatised as fuck (partly your own fault too for not having the "discipline" to break up with him sooner), and then you projected all of that mistrust on to me in the beginning. Was it fair? no, but I understood. I had the same doubts and fears as you because of how much I was betrayed in the past. Shit happens. Just recognise it.

Despite ALL of that said. I don't hate you at all Kirsty. I'm mad about what happened and I wish I could rectify it.

As far as I was aware and told by Molly there was a restraining order which meant immediate arrest if you came near me or Luna. And it is absolutely necessary , abd I'm glad you only miss me a little bit but enough to make various accounts and find a way to contact me ? Look what can I say I'm a decent girlfriend lol , I give to much and try my best , and I'm sorry but the only things I will be held accountable in the relationship was not leaving sooner , I genuinely genuinely cannot fault myself in any respect when it came to being a girlfriend , maybe I'm not as affectionate as I could be and my sex drive isn't the best but I'm on fucking fluxontine I'm cutting myself a break there. The only toxic behaviours I believe I exhibited would be reactive abuse when I finally started to lash out about the way you where treating me , which is exactly what happened with will. And I should have ended both relationships way before they broke me entirely . I'm very aware I'm not perfect I'm far from it I'm extremely messed up , I have a lot of physical and mental issues and I'll never try and hide that? But I've never cheated I'm always loyal I provide I listen I give advice Im open minded I can give space and allow my partner to have a life , I know when to back off and when to be there, I genuinely as a girlfriend don't really see where the fuck I'm failing ? Please do fucking enlighten me because really was a bad girlfriend you wouldn't miss me at all !!!

I have anxiety yes but I as a self aware person don't impose my anxiety onto others unless I'm physically in panick and need some reassurance but that's just called soppourt . And Im aware it can make you believe unrealistic things but again I DONT impose them onto others , you do huge huge difference , thanks for the Freud comment mind I appreciate it lol.

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FUCK FREUD CLUB SHENANIGANS because I didn't think people would enjoy my little idea so much and I have more to share!

• Harley who may have been drinking a bit: "I gotta admit Brucie babe, I, like many of our classmates, had a little crush on you!"

Jonathan who was getting more comfortable without wearing his Scarecrow hood, also who has been drinking too: "Confession, I also had a crush on you Wayne."

Bruce, now blushing and wondering if he made the Sangria too strong for this week's club meeting: "Well I'm flattered. If we're being honest here, I did have a crush on you Crane after you went off on Professor Kingsley when he said Freud was a genius."

Jonathan, now also slightly blushing: "Stop Mister Wayne or the media will somehow get wind of that and it'll be the new scandal."

Harley: "Speaking of scandal! Have you guys heard about the latest fight Pengy and Riddler had? I heard they legit got into a fight in front of the Bat!"

Sometimes their club meetings turns into gossip sharing.

• Harley bursting into Bruce's Study with Jonathan right behind her: "You're being played by George Clooney!?"

Jonathan: "You agreed to be the secret identity of Batman!?"

Bruce who was plotting Jason's second funeral and Tim's first: "My son's forged my signature on those papers. Then the other's heard about it and got so excited and I couldn't back out! Especially after Cass made me a card! She made me a card!"

Harley: "Pushover."

Jonathan: "People pleaser."

Bruce with his head in his hands: "Arnold Schwarzenegger is Mr. Freeze....Uma Thurman is Poison Ivy....Should I be worried that they'll attack me more after the movie?"

Harley now super excited: "They're in the movie!?"

• Jonathan standing next to a white board as he hosts this week's club meeting: "Today's club meeting will start off with our absolute favorite thing we hate about Freud. After that Harley has designed a Family Feud style game where Bruce, you and I will go against each other and guess Freud's stupidest idea's and studies based off Harley's questions. Winner takes home the homemade Fuck Freud Trophy which is a golden hand giving off the middle finger."

Bruce and Harley lifting up their hands in unison and solemnly flipping off a picture of Freud: "Fuck Freud."

• Bruce being held "hostage" by Two-Face before looking at the clock: "Oh shit. Harv? Can we like, reschedule this? I have a club meeting and I'm in charge of snacks this week."

Two-Face: "You...want to reschedule a hostage situation? For a club?"

Bruce, completely serious: "Yes."

• Harley got them Letterman jackets for the club, of course personalized. Jon even got them mugs for the club. Bruce caved and got them pens and pins made for the club.

His kids do not understand why he goes along with the club but they have also never seen their dad so normal and happy.

Clark gets jealous.

• Bruce walking in late to a club meeting with Starbucks for everybody: "You would not believe the nightmare I had last night."

Jonathan already pulling out a clipboard and pen: "Tell us all about it."

Harley coughing to hide her chuckles: "Yes tell the dream psychologist that has a nightmare kink all about your scary dream."

Jonathan who is blushing now, is it in anger? Is it in embarrassment? Who knows: "One class! One dream psychology class! And I do not have a fear kink!"

Bruce finally taking his seat: "Denial. Interesting. Now let's acknowledge the fact that Harley said you had a nightmare kink not fear kink. Do you want to discuss that further Mr. Crane?"

Jonathan throwing a pen at Bruce: "We were talking about you not me Rich Boy!"

Bruce and Harley cackling.

• Jonathan and Harley are still villains but they kind of start to edge into the anti-hero stage of things. Nobody knows why expect Bruce and he's so proud.

• They actually call each other on their bad days. Harley yelled at Bruce about being more open with his kids and he actually really took it to heart. Jon got collectively yelled at about his self esteem issues and taking better care of himself because no Jon, a human can't just survive off corn and sweet tea. Harley had a tough love session when Bruce and Jon had to tell her just how bad Joker was to her and yeah she realized that but she shouldn't be afraid to get into a relationship with someone just because of that past toxic relationship.

• Bruce's kids actually start to get comfortable with Harley and Jonathan being around the house from time to time. It's still weird to them but they see first hand the changes that all three are going through.

• Bruce babysits Lou and Bud for Harley whenever she needs him too or if she gets in trouble and is sent to Arkham. Damian loves helping out with them.

• Batman may or may not have taken the long way to the university when he heard Scarecrow took over the Psych 101 class because the teacher was obviously incompetent Bats. He was teaching young impressionable minds!

• Bruce admits to them that he hates the whole 'Playboy Billionaire' role he used to play and can't seem to escape from. Especially because he's a dad now, it's not like he can really afford to be a playboy.

• Harley insists on teaching Bruce how to fight because she can't believe how often he gets himself into bad situations.

Jonathan agrees about this and even gives Bruce some of his Fear Toxin in case he ever has to use it in defense to get away from anyone. He even put it in a pepper spray-like bottle so it would go unnoticed.

I have so much more headcanons but here are a few XD

Enjoy

#dc comics #batman rogues #batman comics #bruce wayne #harleen quinzel #harley bruce and john brotp #harley quinn #dc harley quinn #jonathan crane #scarecrow #dc scarecrow #med school brotp #gotham shenanigans #batman headcanon #the fuck freud club #official fuck freud club

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everythingthemoontouches · 3 years

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Hii I love your blog. What do you think about pluto conjunct ascent and Lilith and Chiron in the 1st house. Pluto in 12th house and sag rising, aqua moon, Aries sun

Hey there!

Thank you so much ❤️ and can I just say that your username kinda makes me hungry and its really late where I'm at so the croissants are gonna have to wait another day..

🎯Speaking of your placements, have you ever tried archery? 🎯

There's some super heavy bow and arrow symbolism in your ascendant. (Sag and chiron both feature arrows)

Please keep in mind that some of this may not apply. So if something doesn't quite match your lived experience, don't try to force it to fit.

Chiron in the first house is a super annoying placement to have.

And yet, these people can go on to be some of the biggest social reformers. Could second guess their skills or own wisdom a fair bit?

Change is always PERSONAL.

Chiron being the wounded healer archetype strives to be the adult they needed when they were growing up ❤️😭 I have so much love for people with this placement.

I feel like they could grow up with a lot of insecurities regarding their looks or sense of identity. Yet, because they've been through it themself, they are more likely to be able to help other people with self love.

The friend that hates seeing people trash talk themselves.

Lilith and chiron being in the same house, they can be quite sensitive about perceived threats or insults and can go into a bit of a ' attacking is the best defense' 😉😈🛡️ mode of action.

Lilith and Pluto aspects to ascendant are strikingly sexy and I'm lowkey getting tired of saying this now 😴😂🔥 just know that y'all are naturally hot okay?

Trigger warning

I feel like the sexual attention could be potentially dangerous due to Pluto being placed in the 12th house. Whether you like it or not death, rebirth / starting over could have played a big role in your life. I'm not trying to scare anyone reading this, but if astrology helps you figure things out, or save someone from a potential mishap, I believe it's my job to point out potential redflags.

Could have repressed memories? It's okay to let some of these things lie in the subconscious unless you're 100% ready to deal with them?

Sag rising comes off really generous and kind. Could be a little too generous to the point where people you've just met are thinking,' what do you wnat from me? Are you just naturally just that kind? 'the house and sign of your Jupiter could show who you're always bailing out of trouble.

Sagittarius denotes skill. In Tarot it's represented by the 8 of pentacles which is the card of skill building. It represents doing things over and over untill you're completely satisfied. For a long time it was believed that its was humanely impossible to run a mile in 8 minutes. But once that record was broken, people actually established new records fairly often. That's your skill as a Sagittarius rising. You can learn a d teach others to do things extremely skillfully and also, in a way set a new standard for doing things.

You could be the friend who people go to when they need a shoulder to cry on. Jupiter is nothing if not generous.

Could be a tendency to either be friend zoned or be hurt because someone else didn't like that you only see them as a friend.

Pluto in the 12th : do you know a lot of random prison facts? People could feel naked around you. Like all their subconscious fears are written on their face around you.

Pluto in the 12th is an extremely spiritual placement. Umm, have you ever been in therapy? If not, perhaps you're someone who likes to research about the human psyche. And I'm not talking about, what does your favorite color mean kinda pop psychology. You're probably comparing Freud, Jung and Nietschze. Or someone even more obscure that even some professional spiritualists may not know of.

Do you watch documentaries about prisons / fortresses / dungeons?

Do people feel attacked around you? With Pluto being so close to your ascendant, you could unintentionally mention subtle cues you pick up on. And this may not always be the polite thing to do?

♒Aqua moon : do you take a nap when your feelings / stress gets overwhelming?

♒🌙Could be really smart at learning or setting up things. If this is in your third house, you're probably really good at learning languages or could even be the one who comes up with words that your friends end up adding to their lingo.

♈Aries Sun: was your mom an athlete? Your parents (mom/ stay at home parent) could have had a really quick temper and needed things to be DONE THEIR WAY. They could have kinda been the cebtre if attention at home.

♈They may have been firm with you but could also be really protective. I know an astrologer with an Aries mum and she was talking about how even though her mom may ha e never agreed much with her, but she also her fiercest ally outside the house. And that she gets a lot of confidence from her mom. A learned habit. Since this is also your sun sign, it could be your dad who displays Aries like traits. (I believe it was Hannah's Elsewhere)

5th house sun :

your hobbies were probably encouraged. You may also have been a particularly gifted child. Aries in the fifth could have give you a competitive streak on the playground. You may feel like you have to be the best at your hobbies. Perhaps you were the star athlete? Or your dad could be an avid sports fan. could have had a really happy childhood. May be closer to your father than you are to your mum. Pisces 4th house folks could sometimes feel like mom was kinda distant. Or she may have been extremely emotionally in tune. It's usually one or the other. Water signs at their best are extremely emotionally intelligent and sensitive to other people's needs.

Could be lucky/ blessed at games of chance. Please dont spend all your savings on a lottery ticket just because I said so.

If / when you have kids they're probably gonna be quite energetic and have leader like traits. Your firstborn may also resemble your father a lot in looks / behaviour. I also feel like you would either have a boy or your child would ha e a really confident, masculine energy to them. They're not one to sit around and watch things happen. The 5th house also represents your inner child, so you could have been someone who liked starting things and was quite energetic.

Could enjoy watching movies about the government. Makes for a good leader or someone in administrative services.

In conclusion : I feel like you come across fierce, smart, quick witted and passionate about things, someone with a range of interests and somehow you're good at all of them,even if YOU think you could do better, take the day off Chiron) . Could be a tad bit sensitive when it comes to your ego but are usually quite fun to be around since your big three are fire and air signs.

I could also see you as a community leader.

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from an anon, about parents and school

(it's just long, that's why it's under a break XD)

here's my proposition: make parents understand that not every child should conform to whatever traditional career paths that exist. as an asian, i could feel the pressure to take science like a fucking boulder on my body. i have to rant a bit.

i am the younger sibling, my brother is two years elder to me. i was never instilled any curiosity in anything science related, i was kinda left all by myself lol. my brother tho, maybe because he was older or because he was a guy (yeah LMFAO), was encouraged AND involved in a LOT of coding, mechanix (its a construct-ur-own-stuff thing).

i guess i never really noticed until i was leaving middle school, that i was not as smart as him, and would probably never be. but i had other strengths he didnt have. i love writing, im pretty good at it. i am analytical and subejctive, i like thinking and making conclusions about things. i mean i guess i've figured out what i could be better at, right? but the problem?

its that my parents dont see it. its as if they dont know me or they DO know me and are just forcing the things they need onto me. it feels selfish of them to completely forgo my actual strengths. like YES OK i UNDERSTAND i can never be as smart as my brother, but u dont have to pretend like i can. because pretending that i can achieve whatever he has, is just going to affect YOU. because i have accepted long ago that some things arent for me.

they think i dont want to put effort into anything i do. that im lazy and want the easy way out. god, every time they say this i want to honestly show them that its the things IM interested in, where i put in the work. its so belittling.

ive written articles abt bts, their music, about how carl jungs theory of archetypes and i occasionally ask a lot of questions about the world to you (hi lol). i just dont get why they want me to waste energy on something im clearly uninterested in.

short answer, point to BTS and say, "They're Asian, they make tons of money. Leave me alone."

just kidding XD

If I'm being serious, I don't think they will change their mind. They will continue to force their ideals onto you, because they believe in certain career paths had assured success and that is what they are after. They either want you to make a certain amount of money, have a certain status in life, or simply know that you can obtain a stable job. To be honest, these are not really traditional career paths at all if you think about it. Becoming a doctor takes many, many years and it is hard ass work. Parents just make it seem as if these are the only jobs available to you, even if you know it's not true.

Men vs women in Asian countries, well, I feel everyone knows this, but many Asian parents born in their respective countries put more effort into their sons than daughters. Firstborn son? He probably walks on water to them XD

I understand what you mean when you say your parents do not understand. This might sound egotistical (it does now that I'm writing it, I am very sorry) but I was the one in my family who got the best grades. None of my siblings got better grades than me (basically I had a 4.0 from middle school to university), and do you think with all that I would be immune?

Nope.

I am good at the sciences and I am good at the humanities as well. I had an interest in reading, writing, and drawing. Reading fiction, I could pass it off to educate myself. Writing? I could pass it off as something for school. But drawing?

Woo, boy.

This was a constant fight. I do not back down (a rebel, wcyd) and I drew and it would get ripped apart. I drew and it would get torn up and thrown away. I drew and and would be beaten, yelled at, constantly belittled for my interest in it even though I was good at the sciences and math. To my mom (my dad doesn't count, he had zero interest in parenting) - if she did not think it was going to make money in the future, it was useless. If I could not spin it into profit, I should not be doing it (very fun childhood I had, yes). The most ironic thing is, after I became an adult, she suggested I start drawing again and sell it to make money.

Hello?

You literally forced me to stop drawing because you constantly connected it with negativity???

(not now, I have since stopped talking to her and started drawing again and it is purely for myself, not to show anyone else, I do not even post it on social media or show anyone irl)

Not saying your parents will act like mine, btw, only sharing my experience.

The idea that you'll never be as smart as your brother? That's bullshit lol. That's like saying intelligence is only valuable if it's science or math, which, as you know, is not true. You are you. He is himself. It is not you cannot do those things. It is that those things are not what you want to focus on. You have a limited amount of time in this life and you have chosen the things you want to delve into and explore.

You don't have to be good at everything. Everything is just not good enough for you.

I am of the mindset that you should try and learn everything you can about this world. I love learning, personally. I think knowing everything I know, from the humanities to the sciences, enriches my life and gives me a broader perspective.

But I totally understand how you feel, because being pushed into something makes you end up hating it. Parents push their kids to learn this or that and kids end up resenting schoolwork because it doesn't feel like something they wanna do anymore. It's just adults yapping in their ears and it feels pointless. Grades aren't everything. You think anyone cares that I aced Physics with Calculus I and II as an adult? LMAO, no one gives a shit. You passed, good enough XD

Here's how I think you should treat school. It's not the content that matters. It's you understanding how you learn each subject. Every subject is different and how you learn them is different. It is not because you are bad at the subject, it is because you haven't figured out the best learning style for you. Teachers have to teach a mass of students and, yes, I understand this seems very tedious to have to "teach yourself".

The skill in learning to learn becomes so, so valuable as an adult. It is how you maintain interest in things, how you develop new interests, and how will come to find meaning (in whatever you want to focus on finding meaning for). I'm not saying that you will be able to find your perfect learning style in every subject, but I am encouraging you to simply see it in that light.

And, you might find certain things to be not that important to you, in which case, just pass the class, it's totally fine if it's not going to help you for the career path you're going for XD Nobody asks me about the themes of William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" (tbh, a pair of overdramatic loons) or how I feel about Sigmund Freud (actually a twat, but that's neither here nor there).

Let them talk. That one that walks your path is you. Focus on what you want to focus on. They are set in their ways and they way to show them there are different paths is to walk them.

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Data’s Dream Program

Just a heads up, there’s going to be a bit of sex talk below the cut on this post .

I’ve been thinking a lot about the different systems connected to Data’s dream program and the kinds of things he might experience as his neural net evolves, and one of the things I have been thinking over is a link between his sexuality program and his dreams.

It’s not uncommon for people to have sex dreams and recently I was wondering if Data could experience one.

It’s very easy to imagine him having a confusing sex dream, and talking it over with Troi or Geordi. However, I’m very sharply reminded of the episode Phantasms where Data seems to want to avoid telling Troi about his dream, and instead talks to Freud on the holodeck (I think this is because his dream has disturbing imagery that involves her, so, because of this, he is uncomfortable with telling her about it. However, this is entirely my read on the episode and possibly not the real intention of the writers).

I can’t imagine Geordi would want to hear about Data’s sex dreams except to maybe know who he was thinking about. It’s a very normal curiosity to have. He might even advise Data that sometimes a dream is just a dream and not to get too hung up on it.

I also like the idea that Data would not be self conscious about discussing his dream or having had it, but he’s possibly not keen on telling Troi too much about it. It’s an exciting step in his journey, and he would be very eager to discuss it, just maybe not... the particulars. The dream could have been about her, or it could have been somewhat formless. Was it a very normal vanilla sex dream? Or was there something odd about it?

Sometimes people dream about sleeping with someone they hate. Or sex with a strange partner, like a boss (Deanna is his superior officer). Sometimes they dream about someone they have no interest in at all. Sometimes we dream about ex partners, or sometimes we dream about strangers.

So, did he enjoy the experience or did it concern him? Did he dream of a partner he was interested in or not? If he dreamed about her, would he tell her? If he dreamed about someone else would he tell her? How often has this kind of dream happened? Does he experience the same desires while awake or does he feel incapable of sexual desire outside of the dream state?

Deanna is a professional, and she would know that even if he dreamed of her it doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s interested in her. She would be supportive, I think, no matter what. But does it make it odd for her? Does it make her consider him differently? He’s been a rather sexless person for as long as she has known him. Does this alter her perspective? Also, Deanna is very into juicy details about romantic partners (remember when Geordi came back from Risa in The Mind’s Eye?). Would she ask him against her better judgment because she was curious?

There’s some interesting fic you could do with these ideas, I think. Or at least fun things, lol. If anyone wants to chat about it feel free to message me. Also, if anyone wants to write something based off of this, go ahead. That’s what these posts are here for- to give people ideas if they are wanting to write but are a bit stuck.

I started writing something about this, but I’ve been struggling a bit. We will see where we get.

#ideas #datzadi #data/Troi #datroi #data x Troi #star trek tng #TNG

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Yes, I hate Lars Von Trier’s Antichrist.

Ok this is a bit random for my blog but I just have to say this shit somewhere cause since I first saw this film last year I have yet to find anyone with my take on it who has reviewed it.

Ok so a common criticism of this movie is that it’s misogynistic. And it definitely is. But not for the surface level reasons that people seem to think. I don’t see a lot of people trying to engage with the thematic core of the film. Lots of feminists have criticized it for depicting fgm but it goes way deeper than just that. The reviews I have seen seem to take one of two routs: 1) This film is a masterpiece of cinema, a mystery that we will never know the answer to or 2)The film is weird and gross and I don’t like it.

Nature

So what’s the movie about? Well, here’s my interpretation, and I think it makes quite a bit of sense given what the Trier presents us with. I think this film is trying to make a statement about “human nature”, and the nature of men and women. Eve’s road towards insanity begins when she prioritizes her orgasm over her child. That starts a downward spiral of insanity, which culminates in her castrating her husband, and then herself. This demonstrates an inability to reconcile a woman’s sexual desires with her motherly instinct. Also, the famous scene in which Eve becomes “one with the green” is symbolic of her letting her natural instincts take over. What follows is her spiraling into insanity and acting completely irrationally while her husband’s attempts to reason with her fail. So women= irrational and men=rational. And then Adam sees a fox that tells him “chaos reigns”. In the end of the movie, chaos (aka the natural instincts of humans) does end up taking over, as Adam kills Eve by burning her (we’ll come back to that). If all that talk of humans’ biological instincts reminds you a bit of Freud, that’s intentional. The film namedrops him at some point, saying that he has been debunked. However, the film’s narrative seems to be in support of his ideas. Unless of course the whole thing is being sarcastic. We’ll come back to that too.

Witches

During Adam and Eve’s stay in the cabin, Eve is working on a paper on the burning of witches, which she calls “Gynocide”. For context, there are a number of academic writings, most notably Silvia Federici’s “Caliban and The Witch” claiming that the witch hunts were in a way, the beginning of modern misogyny, as they set traditional gender roles in stone by marking everything women did that wasn’t related to breeding and child rearing as immoral and “satanic”. The witch, as a figure in our culture, represents a woman out of line, grotesque, insane, the opposite of what a woman ideally should be. Not only is the witch infertile (old, unattractive and generally disgusting), she also murders babies (see?) and uses their blood in satanic rituals that allow her to fly. The broom is a symbol of domesticity used in a twisted and unnatural way. I think it’s safe to say that, within the contest of “Antichrist”, Eve is the witch. As the name Eve suggests, the character is meant to be an avatar for all women, her witchiness an underlying element of all women. But Trier doesn’t present this in such a one- dimensional fashion.

Eve’s internal struggle

Eve seems to have two sides to her. Her sexuality is demonstrated as contradictory to her motherhood, a contradiction she herself cannot reconcile. She hates herself for putting her sexuality over her child. In fact, the sheer amount of self- hatred leads her to cut her own clitoris. Notably, she says: “The witches deserved to die”. Now, this is where the core of the film’s misogyny lies. Trier is projecting his own misogyny onto the character of Eve. It is men who are unable to reconcile sexuality with motherhood, because they perceive women in general based on their perception of their mother. Preforming fgm on women, is a result of the patriarchy, of man’s desire to castrate women, to remove their sexual pleasure, in order to control them. There never were any witches, men created the concept of the witch, and killed millions of innocent women in the process. Eve’s self hatred doesn’t make sense if we go with this interpretation, as it’s not internalized misogyny. It comes from her, not from male influence. Essentially, Trier absolves himself of misogyny by projecting it onto his female character.

Freud

So, the reason why Freud’s theories are no longer considered legitimate is because they take societal things (such as women's’ desire to escape a misogynistic society by adopting male social roles) and attribute it to “nature” (women have a subconscious desire for a penis in order to sexually subjugate their mother the same way their father does). Freud took social roles for granted and tried to explain them with some bonkers conflict between instincts (id) and society (superego). But humans’ biological instincts are a load of bullshit, as they have are not acknowledged by sociologists and social anthropologists, and there is zero scientific proof for their existence. This narrative is actually pretty dangerous because it leads us to believe that opressive social roals are fundamentally unalterable, a product of nature.

Conclusion

The film ends with a bunch of modern women walking in the woods after Adam’s burning of Eve. The whole thing is meant to signify that, after Adam and Eve followed their “natural” paths, the modern woman was born. And the critics gasp “Oh my how unbelievably deep and profound”. So, as I have hopefully demonstrated, it is none of the above. Rather, it’s shallow, stupid and dangerous in terms of its messaging. But is Trier trolling everybody and being sarcastic throughout the whole film? He did say he enjoyed seeing people get angry at the film. I did some digging, and fond out that Trier actually wrote the film during a time of depression, while he was struggling with various mental illnesses. That doesn’t seem like a state of mind that produces a sarcastic work for trolling the masses. Also, the filmmaking echoes serious emotion to me. But hey, I don’t know. In fact, we’ll never know. But I had to say all this, someone had to. We must redeem the witches.

#antichrist #lars von trier #horror #analysis

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kalypsichor · 4 years

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five’s a crowd [ beatles x reader ] part seven

summary: You’re not jealous of the fact that girls on Tinder love George, you’re not. John may or may not be sexually attracted to metaphors. Paul may or may not have a professor kink. Ringo is just vibin’ like always. Gigi Hadid terrorizes your dreams. Oh, and y’all finally get the McLennon sandwhich you asked for.

warnings: 2k words of the usual bullshit, some english major bashing, actually it’s just john bashing ( sorry @spaceyantique ), i love english majors, and miscommunication babey!

i’m writing this draft at 3 am. it’s a new low for me. oh, and the poem mentioned in geo’s tinder is lyrics from ‘for you blue’

“Well, it is a flattering picture.”

You have to agree with Ringo. The two of you are perched on the couch, peeking over George’s shoulder at the Tinder profile. John and Paul are sharing the armchair, snickering at something. Probably another scheme. Bastards…

The photo is the one John had snapped a few days ago of George in the kitchen. He’s got this brilliant smile on his face, just having taken his first warm shower in weeks, and he’s gloriously naked from the belly button up. It’s a little blurry, but it captures George’s happiness—though you privately think that no picture could ever really do the boy justice. Take that, stupid Tinder girls.

“‘George.’” Ringo reads the bio out loud. “‘Twenty-one. Majoring in horticultural science, looking for a girl to put the ‘ho’ into it.’ This is terrible,” he says rather gleefully. George turns around and gives his friend a betrayed look.

“You missed the best bit. ‘I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. You looked at me, that’s all you had to do.’ What’s that?”

George goes stock still. Slowly, his head turns to John and you swear you can hear it creak like a door hinge.

“You.” The word shakes from his throat with a quiet rage. “You looked through mY DIARY???”

“YOU HAVE A DIARY?” Ringo screeches. Paul has the common sense to look a little frightened, but his boyfriend, who borrows a brain cell from Paul from time to time, does not.

“You write beautiful poetry, George,” John croons, and you have to physically hold George down to keep him from tackling the dumbass. Paul, getting flashbacks to the Shower Debacle, shudders.

You, on the other hand, are trying to wrap your head around the bio. Poetry? About who? That didn’t sound like it was about just anybody. Lucky girl, your mind hisses. Or boy. You immediately try recalling every single time George has brought up a classmate. Your brain sputters a bit and spits out an answer to one of the questions you’d skipped on your first midterm yesterday. Except now it’s fucking useless, isn’t it????

Ringo speaks, bringing you out of your downward spiral into insanity. “Hey, the app says you’ve got a match.”

Frowning, George taps on the notification. “But I haven’t even looked at anyone’s profile.”

“I did you a favor and swiped right a couple o’ times,” John says. George groans—no, the sound does not turn you on a little—and hangs his head forward. By ‘a couple,’ John must’ve meant a couple hundred, because George’s phone is blowing up. The only thing keeping George from hurtling the phone right into John’s smarmy little meerkat grin so hard that he shits pieces of it out for weeks is your hand on him. The warmth of it is radiating out from his shoulder to his chest and sweeping down to his toes. When you take your hand away a few seconds later, thinking it had overstayed its welcome, George has to try very hard not to sigh.

“This one is cute,” Ringo comments. The notification had read ‘Maureen Super Likes You!’ and the phone screen is now showing a pretty brunette, around your age, smiling up at George.

“Yeah, well, I’m not interested.”

He didn’t say she wasn’t cute.

“Wait, wait!” John scrambles out of his armchair, nearly pushing Paul off in the process. George’s thumb pauses where it’s hovering over the ‘delete’ button for the app. “Come on, Geo. You haven’t gone out in years. Like, since high school. Since… since…”

“Pattie,” Ringo says. You and Ringo hadn’t known the other three in high school, but, as always, he was good with names.

Pattie? George has never mentioned a Pattie...

“Yeah, Pattie!” John lights up. You wish people would stop saying her name. “Pattie Boyd. Man, she was a catch… I still remember her blonde hair. And those long legs. She looked like, uh… who’s that model?”

“Bridget Bardot.” Ringo, again.

Paul is mirroring the sour look on your face, though he obviously has a better reason for it.

“No, who the fuck is that? I meant Gigi Hadid. Isn’t that why you dated her?”

“She did not/” George protests. “And no, John, unlike some people, I care about more than just looks.”

At this point, Paul looks as though he’s about to cry. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m more than looks, aren’t I?”

“I didn’t mean you, obviously.” But George’s words are lost under John, who leaps back into the armchair and coos at his boyfriend.

“Macca, you know I love you for more than your looks. You’ve got that big old brain, and you’re the best artist in this whole school… it’s just a bonus you’re so pretty too.”

Paul seems satisfied by this. Stupid fucking English major. John could get anything his way with just a few words.

“John’s right, y’know.” You and Ringo mouth ‘y’know’ at each other and erupt into giggles. “You’ve got to put yourself out there more. You’re in your third year of uni and you haven’t even dated a single person. There’s only one more year before you’re out in the real world! And the sea will be much, much bigger then.”

George scowls, unimpressed by Paul’s little speech. “People aren’t fish, Paul. And I’m vegetarian, so I don’t condone catching them.”

“It’s a metaphor!” Paul cries, throwing his hands in the air. John nods and makes eyes at him as if metaphors were the sexiest thing in the world. He’s probably into that. English majors.

“You tell ‘em, babe.”

The doorbell rings, banishing any homicidal thoughts from your mind.

“That’ll be the takeout,” you say. George flies so quickly to the door, desperate to get out of the situation, that you feel a little gust of wind. You hear him say something to the delivery person and then he’s coming back into the living room, take out boxes in tow and a big smile on his face. Nothing makes the boy happier than food. And maybe leggy blondes that look like Gigi Hadid, your brain suggests, and you sigh.

For a good ten minutes, the conversation is put on hold. You’re all broke college students, after all, and getting Chinese is like a luxury.

“What’d you get?” you ask through a mouthful of food, looking over George’s shoulder. He’s sat back down on the floor in front of the couch again and he lifts the box up so you can see it.

“Veggies with fried noodles. You?”

“Same.”

“Twinsies,” George says solemnly, and you high five over it.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, John and Paul share an eyeroll.

“I got shrimp fried rice if anyone cares,” Ringo pipes up from next to you. You bump your shoulder into his.

“Of course I care, Ritchie. Wanna trade a shrimp for my broccoli?”

He nods and you both chopstick over the terms of the trade. George’s grin drops a little. John and Paul roll their eyes even harder.

After a while, having devoured their food like it’s the Last Supper, you’ e all pulled out your phones. You scroll through Instagram and send a funny post to the flat’s group chat, and everyone laughs simultaneously. Everyone except George, who… has opened Tinder again. Christ, how does he have so many matches?

Well, why wouldn’t he? He’s cute… and funny… and gives the best advice when you’re down…

And you’ll be sharing all that with some other girl if you don’t do something about it.

“Why do these girls keep asking about my teeth?”

You scoff, trying to ignore the pit in your stomach. George’s sexy vampire teeth are yours and yours alone to appreciate, thankyouverymuch. “Probably have oral fixations, the lot of them.”

John does a whole body shudder and you all turn to stare at him. “Don’t fucking talk to me about Freud. That Psych course tore my GPA into shreds.”

“Right, like you care about your grades so much.” You lean back against the couch. “What was so bad about that class, anyway? I enjoyed it.”

“Professor Pang fucked me.”

“WHAT—”

“Fucked me over! Jesus, I dunno why my mouth just had a seizure there.” John cradles Paul’s face in his hands, trying to smooth away the frown on his face. “Paul, you know I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s a Freudian slip, that is,” you comment, sticking your tongue out when John turns to glare at you. Ringo starts humming Hot For Teacher under his breath. John leans over and smacks him.

“The only teacher I’ve got the hots for is you,” John says, turning back to Paul, and you and George make gagging noises. “Professor McCartney…”

“Professor?” Paul’s Pout (yes, with a capital P) turns into a grin. “I like the sound of that.”

“I think I’ve been bad… shall I serve detention for you?”

“Okay, just go!” You point towards their bedroom. “Please leave the immediate vicinity right fucking now.”

“I’m gonna hurl,” George says. The two horny bastards giggle and scurry off in the direction of your finger, door slamming behind them.

You go to bed that night with a belly full of noodles and a brain full of thoughts that keep you turning and tossing in bed. And when you finally do fall asleep, you dream about Gigi Hadid, cackling as she chases you around with George’s stupid little towel.

***

Your second exam the next day goes miserably.

Okay, maybe you’re being dramatic. It wasn’t that bad—you’d done a fair bit of studying that weekend, invigorated to overcome the Coffee Incident. Still, you couldn’t stop thinking about George the whole time, and him swiping through Tinder, and whoever the hell that Pattie girl is.

Okay, stop it. You can’t hate her for dating the boy you like. Us women have to support each other, the rational part of your brain tells you.

You grumble all the way back to the flat, fighting with the reasonable part of you. Eventually, you give in. Rational You is right. Hating on a chick you don’t know is what makes up eighty percent of Hollywood’s bullshit romcoms. Yes, you are going to be a good person and take the high route.

That all goes away when you open the door.

John and Paul are standing in the kitchen, whispering furiously to each other. You only catch the tail end of what they’re saying—

“-didn’t think he was actually going to do it!”

—before John sees you in the doorway and smacks Paul on the shoulder.

“Heyyy there,” John says. You immediately know something is wrong. You walk shut the door behind you and eye Paul’s smile warily.

“What are you two doing?”

“Erm, we were making a sandwich for you.” Paul gestures exaggeratedly at the plate on the counter, which John holds up at shoves in your direction.

“Yeah, we knew you’d need a little pick me up after the test.”

You look around the flat carefully. It’s awfully quiet. Ringo’s at his twelve o’clock lecture, but you should be able to hear…

“Where’s George?”

This slaps the smile right off of their faces and neither of the boys can put it back on quickly enough for you to not notice.

“He’s doing yoga,” Paul says at the same time John blurts out,

“He went to visit his mum!”

Paul glares at John and you feel something twist in your gut. “Yes, you see...” Paul looks frantically to the ceiling. God won’t help you out of this one. “George went to pick up his mum… and they’re at yoga together!”

You walk into the kitchen, crossing your arms. “Louise lives in Liverpool,” you say slowly.

“Yup,” John says.

“And the yoga studio is ten minutes away from our flat.”

“Yuuup.”

You can’t believe he’s still keeping this up. “And the drive from here to Liverpool is four hours. And George doesn’t have a car.”

“Yuuuuuuuuu—”

“Oh, I can’t take it anymore,” Paul cries, ignoring John’s frantic shushing. “George went on a date with that Maureen girl from Tinder. He’s at the coffee shop now.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You must’ve said this out loud, because Paul gives you a sympathetic look. After a long moment of silence, John once again offers you the plate.

“Sandwich?” he asks, trying for a smile that comes across more as a grimace.

You take the sandwich and throw it right into the trash, plate and all.

#the beatles x reader #george harrison x reader #mclennon #beatles fanfic #five's a crowd #kalwrites #FUCK I GOTTA GO TO BED

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lookimtryingmybest · 3 years

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“How to accidentally die, meet a shady ghost and become a half demon” A story by Logan Freud.

Part 1 Part 2

CW for discussions of blood, needles and digging up someone's death body and using it for weird magic stuff. Also a few graphic descriptions of injuries (Janus's) and a brief scene where Remus almost cuts himself that might be considered self-harm. And casual conversations of murder because yes. This is the weirdest shit I've written so far.

Janus waved his hand over the TV. He just had to get it right enough, and he could turn it on to watch something. It’s not like he had something better to do.

“You’re running out of time.” A husk voice reminded him.

Janus rolled his eyes, not bothering to turn to the voice. He could see its silhouette reflected on the TV’s screen.

“I know.” He said. “I won’t take much longer.”

“You know what will happen to you if you fail.” The voice warned him.

Janus waved it off. “Yeah, yeah, I know, now fuck off, I wanna watch Buffy.”

“I will come by the next full moon. If you haven’t finished by then, I’ll take both of you with me.” The voice said.

“Wait.” Janus frowned. He turned to face those orange eyes he hated. “Both?”

“You.” It said, smiling at Janus. “And your new friend.”

“Logan.” Janus realized. “Leave him out of this, I’m the one who made the deal.”

The demon smiled. “Someone’s coming home. See you around, Deceit.” It said, before dimming out in the shadows.

“Bastard.” Janus said. He turned back to the TV. A month. He had a month. He could get everything right before the month ended, right?

He heard the front door opening.

Logan entered the living room, followed by Virgil. He smiled at Janus.

“I thought you’d be here.” He said.

“Yeah, wow, congratulations. You have braincells.” Janus said, floating above his level. He noticed Virgil holding the wooden triangle to his eye. “What’s he doing? Apart from looking like an idiot?”

“Rude.” Virgil said.

“He can see us.” Logan said. “And hear us.”

“You could’ve warned me about the face” Virgil said.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry my face upsets you, I died in a fire what the fuck did you expect?”

“Sorry.” Virgil muttered. “Anyways I’ll, eh… be in the kitchen for a while.” He said putting the triangle in his pocket. “I’ll talk to you two later.”

Janus waited for Logan to speak. Logan just looked uncomfortably around for a while, before speaking.

“I… apologize for snapping earlier.” He said. “It was out of place.”

“Damn right it was.” Janus said. “What are you going to do, hug me over it?” He asked, floating near him. “Good luck touching me.”

“I did not mean what I said.” Logan said. “Do you want to go back with the others and talk to them for yourself?”

Janus contemplated his options. He didn’t have many. A month was so little time.

“Fine.” He said. “I’ll go get Virgil.”

He floated through the walls into the kitchen. Virgil was unashamedly eating ice cream out of the container. Janus looked around for something to knock over.

He pushed Virgil’s phone. It barely moved. He tried again, and again, and again until it fell to the ground.

Virgil cursed and grabbed it, placing it back on the table.

Goddamnit, he was an idiot.

Janus took another five minutes to push it over the edge again. This time, Virgil grabbed it midair.

He grumbled, leaving the ice cream on the table and pulling the triangle out of his pocket.

He stared at Janus. “Asshole.” He said.

Janus shrugged. “I want to speak to the others as well. Grab a notebook or something, I’ll need you to make a list.”

“A list for what?” Asked Logan appearing through a wall. “Wow. That was so weird.”

“You get used to it.” Janus said. “A list to get shit going, I’ll explain once we’re there.”

Virgil placed the ice cream back in the fridge. “Let’s go. They’re probably waiting.”

“Got any kings?” Patton asked.

“Apart from myself? No. Go fish” Roman said. He was holding three kings, and he refused to let them go.

Something pulled the king of hearts out of his hands, throwing it to the cards pile.

Patton gasped. “You were Lying!”

“Pat, the game is called ‘go fish but we lie about it’” Remus said. “Got any threes?”

Patton grabbed the king as Roman grumbled, grabbing another card from the pile.

“Nope! Go fish” Patton said. A card flew from the pile and hit Remus in the face.

“Rude.” Remus mumbled, grabbing the card.

Virgil entered the room, holding the triangle to his face. “Janus, stop messing with the game.” He said. He received a card to the face seconds later, when he had already sat down at his pillow. “I applaud your determination to hit me with a card.” He turned to the others. “He had to try five times until he managed to lift the card.”

“So he can touch physical objects” Roman said. “That’s creepy.”

“He can, but he has to try over and over cause most time his hand just passes right through.” Virgil said. “Wanna see him yourself?”

“Sure.” Roman said. He left his cards down and moved to sit next to Virgil.

“Here ya go.” Virgil said, giving him the wooden triangle.

Roman inspected it. Something in the back of his mind told him he’d look stupid with the triangle in his face, but he pushed those thoughts away.

He looked through the hole, and nearly screamed.

The ghost, Janus, it was horrible. Skin falling off his face and blood splattered on his clothes. Roman had to hold a gag back.

Virgil looked at him and gave him a sheepish smile. “Yeah, maybe I should’ve warned you…”

“That would’ve been ideal.” Logan said, appearing in Roman’s field of vision. He looked the exact same as he had in the funeral. “Hi, Roman.”

“Hi, Lo.” Roman said, feeling a bit sick. “Hi, erm… Janus?”

“Yep.” Janus said, floating to his level. “You ok there, princey?”

Roman nodded. “Yeah, perfectly fine…”

“Ro, you ass, let me see as well.” Remus said, nudging his brother.

Roman passed him the wooden triangle. “All yours. I need a, fuck, a bin, please.”

Patton stood up to the corner of the room and brought the bin to Roman. Roman didn’t have time to thank him, as he double over it and emptied his stomach. Patton grimaced and rubbed his back.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Virgil said, offering Roman water once he had finished.

“Jeez, is he that bad?” Remus asked, before putting the triangle to his eye. “Oh… He is!”

A pause. “It’s not rude if it’s the truth. Also, you’re that kid from the house fire fifty years ago?”

Another pause. “How does he know about this stuff?” Patton whispered to Roman.

“Look, I’m not one to judge Remus’s weird hyper fixations.” Roman whispered back. “He likes crimes and death.”

“So… what’s your plan to get back from the dead?” Remus asked. He listened for a few seconds before turning to Roman. “Get the pen and paper, I’m making a list.”

“A list?” Virgil asked. “For what?”

“For the ritual, duh.” Remus said. “We’re bringing these two idiots back.”

“Ok, ok, we got the incense and the bowl and Virgil and Patton are getting the candles.” Remus said, ticking the things off the list. “Can you get the salt?”

“Yeah, we have to mix it with something else, right?” Roman asked, opening the cupboard.

“No, that’s the weird mix of sulphur and other shit.” Remus said, ticking off the box next to ‘salt’.

“What do we have to mix it with?” Roman said, leaving the salt next to the bowl. He looked over his brother’s shoulder.

“Eh… ivy’s leaves, honeysuckle petals, although those have to be added after burning the other stuff, the incense and…” Remus squinted to read his messy handwriting “virgin’s blood.”

“Wait, blood?” Roman asked. “I thought you said the stuff was easy to get!”

“Well, Janus spoke fast and I copied fast, I didn’t remember the blood part. Nor the virgin.” Remus said. “Besides, the other stuff like a chalk and blackboard are pretty easy to get. We already have one.” He pointed at the blackboard and chalk he had left lying against the wall. He ticked the box next to those items.

“Ok, does it have to be a female virgin? A dead virgin? Cause I’m pretty sure all of us are virgins.” Roman said, taking the list from Remus. “It just says virgin’s blood, didn’t Janus give more details?”

“Not that I remember, let me ask again.” Remus said, taking the wooden triangle again.

“Hey, J-anus.” He said, looking at the space above Roman. Roman shot that space a death glare and hoped it got to Janus. “Yeah, you heard? Anyone’s? What about masturbation, does that count? Good, ok, I can do that. How much do we need? Oh, I thought it was more. Well, I mean, the human body can lose to up six litres of blood. Although you pass out after three or four.”

“Remus, not that I want to interrupt your lovely conversation,” Roman said, taking the triangle from Remus “but we have to keep going. How much did Janus say we needed?”

“Just enough for the bottom of the bowl. Not even a tenth of a litre.” Remus said, moving to one of the drawers and pulling out a knife. “We should put it in the fridge so it doesn’t form clots. Those are nasty.”

“Wait wait wait.” Roman said, practically yanking the knife out of Remus hands. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”

“Getting the blood.” Remus said, trying to get the knife back. “Duh.”

“Not like that!” Roman said. “You’ll need stitches and none of us know how to do them.”

“Well, then, how?” Remus asked.

Then his phone started ringing.

Patton pushed the shopping cart down the aisle. He looked at his phone, at the picture he had taken of Remus’s list.

“Ok, so candles first. Then there’s another few plants needed, which I think we can take from the Twins’s garden.” Patton said “or maybe we have o go to the botanic garden…”

Virgil pulled the cart towards him. “I think the candles are over here.” He said. “Let’s deal with those first. Does it specify how many they need to be?”

Patton read the list. It said ’12 fucking candles’. Of course Remus would be too lazy to write twelve, but would still write ‘fucking’ as if it was necessary.

“We need twelve, but it doesn’t tell me which kind.” Patton said. He grabbed a random candle and smelled it. Lavender. “Will Janus mind if they’re scented?”

Virgil grabbed a black candle. It smelled like chocolate. “I think it doesn’t matter, didn’t it say we also needed sulphur and incense? That should block anything else.”

“You sure?” Patton asked.

“No, but I’m not even sure this isn’t a wild fever dream, so…” Virgil said, getting more black candles.

Virgil’s phone got out of his phone and fell to the ground. Virgil cursed.

“Really Logan?” He grunted as he picked it up. “What are you trying to say?”

“Maybe he wants us to call Remus and ask?” Patton guessed.

“Maybe.” Virgil said. “I’ll do so. Don’t put back the black candles, those are mines for my aesthetic.”

Patton snorted at that, as he watched Virgil dial Remus’s number.

“Hey, asshole, it’s me.” Virgil said. “Yeah, quick question, do the candles need to be scentless?” A pause. “Oh, ok, great, that was all. Thanks.” Another pause. “Why do you need that? Virgin’s what? Never mind, why am I surprised? I should’ve seen this coming. Sure, yeah, I’ll get that as well. Anything else? No? Great, tell Janus he owes me money for this.”

Having said so, he hung up.

Virgil looked at Patton. “He says scentless just in case. They’re probably cheaper anyways.” He took a dozen of candles in his arms and dumped them in the shopping cart. “Now, we need a syringe.”

Patton frowned. “What do we need that for?”

“For the blood.” Virgil said. “Now, where do we get a syringe?”

Patton blinked confused. “In the pharmacy…?”

Virgil nodded and started pushing the cart.

Remus was in the garden grabbing the ivy’s leaves, wearing gloves just in case they were poisonous. He wasn’t sure if they were, but he didn’t want to deal with the consequences in case they were.

Roman was in the kitchen still, making sure they had everything else. And waiting for the other two to arrive.

Remus shiver when he felt something going through him. “Janus?” He asked, barely above a whisper. “What do you want?”

He took off his gloves and grabbed the wooden triangle in his pocket. He placed it to his face and stared at Janus. He was going through the plant in front of him.

“What do you want?” He asked.

Janus floated above his head. “There’s something else I need. It’s right over here.”

“Over where?” Remus asked, pushing his gloves and the bag of ivy’s leaves into his bag pack. He stood up to follow Janus.

“In Virgil’s backyard.” Janus said. “Just follow me, I know a shortcut.”

“That’s not right over here.” Remus complained. “I’ll go get the others.”

“No!” Janus exclaimed, reaching out and passing right through Remus. Remus shivered. “Not for this.”

“…Ok…” Remus said. “If I get murdered I’m blaming you.”

“Fine by me, now follow me.” Janus said.

And so Remus did. Janus led him through the garden, surrounded two houses and crossed the road, right to Virgil’s garden.

Virgil’s garden wasn’t as pretty as Remus’s. His parents didn’t care as much, and just left it to grow as it pleased, only mowing the grass once per month. The grass itself was yellowish and half dead.

Remus liked Virgil’s garden. You could always find cool fungi in it.

“Right over…” Janus said looking at the ground. He pointed at one spot with less grass than the others. “Here. Dig here.”

“I don’t have a shovel.” Remus said.

“There’s one in the shed.” Janus said, pointing at the small wooden house in the corner of the garden. “And they never lock the shed, so…”

“Fine.” Remus said. He pushed the wooden triangle to his pocket for a moment and went to the shed. It was indeed unlocked, but the door was heavy and Remus had to push with his whole body just to open it a few centimeters. He sticked his hand inside and grabbed the shovel that was conveniently near the door.

He went back to the place where Janus had been floating and started digging. It was harder than he anticipated.

At one point, when he had dug a meter, the wooden triangle fell from his pocket and floated in front of him. He grabbed it to stare at Janus.

“Did I dig enough? I still don’t know what we’re searching for.” He asked.

“Ditch the shovel.” Janus said. Remus threw the shovel away. “And grab a handful of dirt. The one at the bottom best.”

Remus sighted and grabbed another plastic bag from his backpack. “Why are we doing this again?”

“I need these, ok?” Janus said. “Now continue digging. With your hands. If you keep using the shovel you will break them.”

“Break what?” Remus asked, as he struggled to open the plastic bag with just one hand.

“My bones.” Janus said.

Remus stopped to stare at Janus. “Your bones.”

“Yes, my bones, can you hurry up?” Janus said, crossing his arms.

“Why the fuck are we digging up your bones?” Remus asked.

“I need something from them.” Janus said. “And I need you to trust me, ok?”

“You’re literally a ghost, how the fuck am I supposed to trust you?” Remus said. “What do you want to do with them? Tell me or I’ll fucking leave.”

Janus grit his teeth. “I’ll only tell you if you promise not to tell.”

Remus sighted. “Fine. Tell.”

Logan followed Virgil to the Twins house again.

He passed through the wall into the kitchen, closing his eyes for a moment. He didn’t like looking at the insides of the walls.

In the kitchen, Roman was placing everything in order as he made sure he hadn’t missed a thing. Remus entered through the door and unceremoniously dumped a bag of ivy’s leaves and honeysuckle petals in the counter. Roman gave him a death glare and colocated them in order.

“Hi Lo.” Remus said. He had taped the wooden triangle to his face. Roman looked at him weird and ignored him.

Janus appeared behind Remus. “So, did they get everything?”

“Yes. Although, may I ask, blood?” Logan said.

Janus raised his hands defensively “hey, I don’t make the rules about rituals, I just follow them.”

Logan rolled his eyes just as Virgil and Patton entered the kitchen.

“Hey, crackheads,” Virgil said “why the fuck do we need blood?”

“Ask Remus.” Roman said, taking the shopping bags from Virgil and dumping the candles on the table. “Why are there extra candles?”

Virgil didn’t reply, only taking the candles and shoving them back to the bag.

Patton laughed at that and pulled out the syringe. “So… blood, huh?”

“Yep!” Remus said. “Janus said it doesn’t matter who the virgin is. Like. We’re all virgins, right?”

“Yeah…” Roman said, looking away and blushing. “Right…”

“Do I want to know?” Logan said, mostly at himself.

“No.” Janus said. “You really don’t want to know the things I’ve seen.”

“You’re just saying that to make me second guess things I’ve done.” Logan said.

Janus tsked. “Touché.”

“…I did not ask for this information.” Remus said, staring at both ghosts. He looked at his brother disgusted and Roman only blushed harder. “Nope, didn’t need to know. I’m gonna go get the final details with J-Anus. You three see if there’s any virgin left among us. Horny fuckers.”

He ignored Roman’s offended noises and went upstairs, grabbing the chalkboard on the way. Janus waved Logan goodbye and followed.

Virgil and Patton looked at each other and erupted in laughter. Roman groaned and hid his blushing face with his face.

“I hate you all.” He said.

“Ok, ok, but I must know, which guy was it?” Virgil asked. “Cause you’re hella gay and can’t deny that.”

“I’m not… look, it doesn’t matter.” Roman said, grabbing the syringe and the cup. “Who’s gonna donate their blood to the cause?”

“I’m not… a big fan of syringes.” Patton said. “Do we even know how to draw blood without fucking up?”

Roman showed him his phone, with a YouTube tutorial on it. “There’s a tutorial for everything.”

“So we need something from you because of your connection to the demon.” Remus guessed. “What about Logan? Do I need to go grave robbing?”

“No. He’s connected to me.” Janus said. “If I succeed, so does he.”

“Why si he connected again?” Remus asked. “Last time I checked, he didn’t even believe in ghosts, nor deal making demons.”

“Yeah, well, now he’s a ghost.” Janus said. “I can’t say for sure, but he saw me before dying, and now he can’t move on, so he must be connected to me, or to someone else from this plane of existence.”

“Oh. Cool, I guess.” Remus said. “And you’re connected to…? Apart from the demon.”

“The demon. And my murderer.” Janus said.

“Wait you were murdered?!” Remus said. “You said you died in a fire.”

“I did. I was murdered. In a fire.” Janus said. He ran a hand through his hair. “Blow to the head, a lot faster than burning alive.”

“You know who it was?” Remus asked.

“Yep.” Janus said. “Not gonna talk about it, cause they died ten years ago.”

“Understandable, have a great day.” Remus said.

“Talk about what?” Logan asked, entering through the wall and shivering for a second. “It’s still weird.”

“It took me a year.” Janus said. “And talk about the ritual. We’re almost finishing reviewing it.”

Remus grabbed the chalkboard where he had written the instructions and showed it to Logan. “See? Resurrection in five easy steps!”

Logan scoffed. “Should I tell the others to go carrying the utilities to the basement?”

“Yes.” Janus said. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Remus watched as Logan disappeared through the wall again, before turning to Janus. “So… anything else we need?”

“A knife.” Janus said. “That should do.”

“Are you going to leave it there like the shady bitch you are, or are you going to elaborate?” Remus asked.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Hide the knife and hand it to me when I ask you to. Quickly. Also, drop the mixture into the fire at the same time, or the knife won’t do a thing.”

“Ok.” Remus said. He got up and grabbed the chalkboard and his notebook. “Also, I find it disturbing that you watched my brother shag.”

“I didn’t do that.” Janus said. “And about everything related to the situation, that’s what’s disturbing? Not the whole digging my bones out and grinding them to dust?”

“That was… weird, but hey, it was a very educational experience.” Remus said, as he made his way downstairs. “Come on, we have a demon to slain.”

Remus had taken off the stupid wooden triangle of his face by the time he made it down to the basement.

The basement, as creepy as it sounded, was used mostly for storing the old stuff none of Remus’s parents wanted, but were too lazy to throw out.

The four of them had cleared up enough space, pushing the old boxes to the back and cleaned the space.

Remus guided them as they made the salt circle and place the candles, lighting them all on. Virgil volunteered to mix the ingredients, as Roman was still pale from seeing blood and Patton’d rather not get close to poison ivy.

And Remus, of course, set the mix on fire.

As Roman reluctantly read the meaningless words Remus had scribbled on his notebook, two figures started becoming more clear.

Then Roman finished, and both of them fell to the ground.

Logan was able of keeping his balance for a few seconds before slumping against the wall, heaving. Right. Car crash. Broken bones. He should’ve expected the pain. He groaned and looked at the others.

“Hey.” He said oh, so eloquently. “It worked.”

“Not yet.” Janus said, still kneeling on the spot he had fallen. He was panting heavily, grimacing at every little movement he made. He raised his hand to his hair and noticed the wetness. “Concussion, right, I can deal with that.”

He moved to stand up on wobbly legs and Patton made a move to get out to help him. Virgil held him back.

“We stay in the circle. Those were the instructions.” He looked at Patton for a few more seconds before letting him go. “What’s the next step?”

“Next step is” Remus said, “do not panic.”

“Easy for you to say.” Roman said. “This whole experience is going to end me.”

“Roman, shut up.” Janus asked. He looked at the flickering candles. “It’s here.”

“What’s here?” Logan asked, trying to move from the wall.

Janus opened his mouth to answer, when the candles were all blown out. The burning mixture kept going, making everything smell horrible.

And then it stepped in, horns grazing the ceiling as he made his way towards were Janus was standing. And it smiled.

“So the little liar finally came around.” It said, smiling in that way that made Janus shiver. It looked over the four kids in the circle. “Which one of them will it be, Deceit?”

“Wait.” Logan said. “What’s happening here?”

The demon turned to him. “The little snake didn’t tell you? He made a deal. A soul for a soul.”

Virgil was the first to realize what that meant. “You piece of shit!” He yelled, and Janus didn’t even have the decency of looking at him. “I did not agree to this!”

“Stay in the circle.” Janus said, voice barely over a whisper. “It can’t get you if you stay in the circle.”

“One of them will have to come out, if you want to go back to life.” The demon said. “Well, two, if you want your friend to live as well.”

“You set us up?” Patton asked. “Was this your plan all along?”

“No.” Janus said, turning to them. “It was not.” He turned to face the demon again. “I’m not giving you a single thing.”

“Then you’ll die, and so will your friend.” The demon warned.

Janus clicked his tongue. “I don’t think I will.”

The signal, Remus thought, before pulling out the mixture he’d made and dumping it into the fire. He didn’t wait to see how the fired reacted, too busy pulling out the hidden knife from his pants and throwing it at Janus.

Janus tried his best, he really did. But there was only a maximum effort a newly undead body could make. And it wasn’t fast enough.

The demon grabbed his wrist just as the knife was left inches from its face.

“What’s this?” It asked, knowing fully well what was happening. “The little snake thinks he’s strong enough?”

And having said that, he bent Janus’s wrist in an angle that wasn’t supposed to be possible.

Janus screamed as the knife fell from his fingers.

Remus found himself running without second thought, as he did everything in life. With no second thought. And so he punched the demon in the face, making it release Janus.

And stepping out of the circle.

And hurting his wrist.

Then the demon grabbed him by his shirt and threw him against the wall. He heard someone scream his name, probably Roman, as they rushed to his side.

His head ached as he opened his eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. Roman was fussing over him, talking to him too quick for Remus to understand.

He shoved his brother to the side and tried to focus on the scene in front of him.

Virgil and Patton, both paralyzed with fear, still inside the circle. Both of them trying to protect the other against that thing.

Janus, that little shit, being raised by his neck, struggling with the little strength his damaged body provided.

And Logan, who probably had several broken bones, being the only one to move.

He grabbed the knife from the floor. Without more hesitation, he thrusted it through its eye, straight to where the brain should be if this creature was biologically similar to human beings.

Janus felt to the floor, gasping for air. The demon stumbled back, dissolving into dust.

Logan looked around him, still panting. He could hear his heart beating on his ears.

“Is it… Is it over?” Patton asked.

“No.” Janus rasped. “No, you fools, I told you to stay in the cir–”

And then there was light.

Back when Patton had been five, he had fainted for the first time.

It hadn’t been a pleasant experience, getting sick to the point where you fainted. He had those memories buried in a sea of other, much more pleasant, memories. But he hadn’t forgotten how it felt waking up after fainting.

Waking up after this was fairly similar, only something seemed odd.

Very odd.

He pushed himself to his knees. He was in between boxes, as if they hadn’t moved them in the first place. And he felt… wet. Like he was drained in cold sweat, after a long run in the park when it was freezing outside.

He made it around the corner of the big box, probably containing the twins’s old bunk bed, and came face to face with Virgil.

Or he thought it was Virgil.

His face was a bit more angular, more sharp than before. He had a purplish tint to his skin and bright purple eyes. Eight of them, three smaller ones underneath each ‘normal’ one.

And fangs, Patton discovered, once Virgil screamed and backed away. Patton couldn’t help it and he screamed as well, stepping back.

Once both of them had stopped screaming, which took a few more seconds, Patton stared at Virgil.

“You’re purple!” He said.

Virgil gestured to Patton’s body. “Well you’re green! And frog-like!”

Patton stared down at his hands, noticing the green tint they had acquired. And the fibers between his fingers. And that explained the wetness.

“Oh.” He said. “Oh.” He turned to Virgil. “Do you think this has to do with the ‘killing a demon’ thingie?”

“Maybe? I dunno.” Virgil admitted, inspecting his skin as well. “Where are the others?”

As if on queue, they heard two very distinct voices screaming.

They walked to the back and found what they assumed was Roman and Remus, screeching at each other.

Both of them were on the ground, staring at each other as they screeched. Remus, or whom they assumed to be Remus by the white streak–now more prominent– on his hair and the mustache, had tentacles coming from his back, about six of them. Roman, on the other hand, had bat like wings, plus the spiraled horns that appeared from his head. Both of them seemed to share some characteristics, like pointy ears, sharp teeth, and really loud screeching.

Virgil groaned. “Ok, SHUT UP.” He yelled, his voice becoming louder than he had expected. He shot his hands to his mouth, clamping it close. Both the twins stared at him. “Sorry. But really, you were being too loud.”

“You– you’re…” Roman stuttered, for once in his life lost for words. “You’re… that?!”

Patton rubbed his temples. “Ok, ok, calm the fuck down.” He said, ignoring the gasps that came with him cursing. “There has to be a reasonable explanation for this.”

“Yeah, well I don’t see any!” Remus said. His tentacles shot up in frustration. He grumbled and tried to put them back down. “Why do I get the slimy tentacles and you get the cool wings?”

“Why do I get the horns and he gets the cool voice amplification?” Roman asked, gesturing with his head towards Virgil.

“This… this has to have to do with the whole… demon? Thingie.” Virgil said, running a hand through his hair. “Patton said it, and this whole shitshow went down after Logan killed it.”

“Wait.” Remus said. “Where’s Logan?”

Everyone looked around, as the twins got up from the ground, stumbling thanks to the new difference of balance.

“Logan?” Patton called. “LoLo?”

Then Roman’s phone started ringing.

Logan woke up and looked at the sky. He blinked for a few moments, frowning when Ride’s melody made his way to his ears again.

He sat up, taking off his headphones. He didn’t remember putting them on. Where was he?

He looked around. Oh. That’s where he was.

He got up and ran to the pavement before he got run by a car. Again.

Looking around once he was safe from the cars’s wrath, Logan noticed where he was. In the street in front of the park, where he had agreed to meet up with his friends. Where Virgil had been waiting for him.

He looked to the other side of the street. No one there.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket when he realized. His skin was different.

He might have dropped his phone in shock. He couldn’t exactly tell, staring at his skin as he was.

His skin was like a crystal container where gasses roamed free. No, not gasses. Nebulas. Entire galaxies were spiraling inside his skin.

Logan knew better than to panic right there. Panic could wait, until he was out of sight.

He grabbed his phone from the floor and started going to the Twin’s. That wasn’t the closer one, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, they’d still be there from the ritual. Or whatever that had been. It had not gone as planned.

He checked himself on the camera of the phone as he walked. His eyes seemed to be filled with stars as well, and his hair might have been the only thing that remained like before. Good. He didn’t like changing his hair.

Logan was about to knock on the Twins’s door when he realized they were not likely to answer themselves. Not wanting to scare their parents to death, he pulled out his phone once again and started calling one of them.

“Logan?” He heard Roman say, right after picking up. “Where are you? What happened?”

Logan sighted. “I’m outside your home. Would you mind coming to open the door? I do not wish to startle your parents.”

“So you’ve changed as well?” Roman asked.

“We’ll talk about it when we see each other.” Logan said. He was not willing to have this conversation over the phone.

Five minutes was all he had to wait until his friends came out of the house and tackled him into a group hug.

Logan endured the hug from the ground for five seconds before starting trying to squirm away from it. He sat up and looked at the others.

“So…” He said, noticing their inhuman characteristics as well. “You too, huh?”

“YES!” Virgil said, exasperated. “If you ever dare die in front of me again, I will murder you personally!” To emphasize this, he punched him in the shoulder. Logan pouted.

“Why does Logan get to look pretty.” Roman said. “I wanted to look like a pretty star deity too.”

“At least you can fly.” Patton said, getting up. “Let’s get inside, someone might see us.”

As Logan watched the others made their way back inside, noticing their new… aspect.

Then he noticed, as he entered through the front door.

“Where’s Janus?” He asked.

The others looked at each other, eyes widening with the realization.

“Don’t look at me!” Remus said, when everyone turned to him. “He didn’t tell me this part of his plan, only the stabbidity stab one.”

“Well… where did you wake up, Logan?” Roman asked. “Cause it wasn’t here either.”

“In the middle of the road next to the park.” Logan said.

“Oh, well, then Janus must be at Virgil’s house.” Patton said. Everyone stared at him in confusion. “What? Remus said that Janus died there, in a fire.”

Remus couldn’t help smiling, as he bounced up and down. “You were listening to me?!”

“Eh… yes?” Patton said. “I thought everyone was.”

“I usually tune it out when Remus starts talking of death.” Virgil admitted. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok” Remus waved his hand, dismissing it.

“Well, let’s go to Virgil’s then.” Roman said, grabbing his coat and keys. He stared at the coat for a few seconds and then at his new wings. He then glanced to Remus. “How did you hide the tentacles?”

Remus shrugged. “Just will them to go away, or something.”

“Really helpful.” Roman muttered. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. Then opened them. “Nothing? Well, great.”

“Just, I dunno imagine them disappearing or something?” Remus proposed.

“Right.” Roman said. He seemed to concentrate for a second.

The wings disappeared. Roman cheered.

They found Janus asleep on Virgil’s room, laying on the floor.

Remus nudged him with his foot. “Is he… alive?”

Virgil pushed him away. “Of course he is, that’s what the whole ritual was there for.”

Logan kneeled to the ground and pushed Janus to lay on his back.

Janus looked better than he had expected. Yellow scales littered his body, mostly on his left side, were the burnt skin had once been. Apart from that, he didn’t seem to have changed as much, which destroyed Logan’s theory of why he had changed more than the Twins and why the Twins had changed more than Virgil and Patton.

If Janus had changed as much as he did, it would be because they were closer to the centre of the explosion of light, while Patton and Virgil where in the circle, protected, and the Twins were outside but farther from the centre.

He shook Janus gently. “Janus. Janus. Wake up.”

“You sure he ain’t dead?” Remus asked. “The ritual did go shittily, after all.”

“Shittily isn’t an adverb.” Roman said.

“It can be if I want it to be.” Remus said.

Janus groaned, blinking his eyes open. Logan noticed one of them was yellow now.

“What?” He asked. “Where am I?”

“Hey, you’re in my roo–” Virgil started saying, before Janus interrupted him screaming. “Shut UP. Yes, we look different, that’s your fault, now stop overreacting.”

Janus stared at him, then at the others, then at himself. “Scales. Great.” He said, and then grimaced. He sticked out his tongue and stared at it. It was forked. “Snake. Great. Just what I wanted.”

Logan snickered. “Well, none of us could chose anything, you just got unlucky.” He said. “Come on, get up.”

He grabbed Janus’s arm and immediately let go when he yelped in pain. And shoved Logan away. With three arms at the same time.

“Wow, wow, he gets several arms?!” Roman complained. “And pretty scales?! This is so unfair…”

Virgil elbowed him. “Stop complaining, dramaqueen.”

Roman pouted.

Remus rolled his eyes, ignoring his brother and approaching Janus. “Give me your wrist.” He said, crouching in front of him and shoving Logan away.

Janus eyed him wearily, hesitating before accepting. His extra arms seemed to disappear.

Remus gently rolled up Janus’s sleeves and held his bloody wrist in place. He stayed like that for a few moments.

“Is… Is anyone gonna say anything, or…?” Patton whispered, leaning towards Logan.

Janus pulled back and massaged his hand. He looked at Remus and frowned. “How did you do that?”

Remus shrugged. “I dunno, I just repeated what I did earlier when I healed my concussion.”

“Wait, you had a concussion?” Roman asked. “I was worried! You could’ve told me!”

“For what? To worry you even further?” Remus asked. “I’m fine now, so why bother?”

“So… Remus can heal people, Virgil has the weird voice amplification thingie…” Patton said. “We all got powers?”

“It seems so.” Logan said. “Well, now that we are together, we should figuratively tackle the most prominent issue here.”

“You don’t have to say figuratively.” Virgil said.

“Shush.” Logan said, and continued with what he was saying. “Our… new appearances. Might be not so warmly welcome as me coming back from the dead.”

“Honestly I don’t think you coming back from the dead is going to be easy to explain at all.” Virgil said.

“Ooh!” Roman said, bouncing up and down. “I got an idea!”

“Oh, god, I’m scared to ask.” Virgil muttered.

Roman sticked his tongue out at him. He then turned to the others. “Ok, so, if we have cool powers, maybe we can like… hide it? Illusion or something, I dunno.”

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, expecting someone to do some magic trick that would save everyone. Nothing.

“Don’t look at me, I did my healing trick. That’s all I’ve got so far.” Remus said.

Logan sighted, rubbing his temples. “Allow me to try.”

He closed his eyes, and imagined them all, back to how they were. It was hard imagining Janus, without the injuries he had carried as a ghost, but he tried his best.

He felt dizzy for a second, almost losing balance. Janus helped him steady himself, and he opened his eyes.

He stared at his friends, all back to their previous forms. Human. Even Janus.

“I did not expect that to work.” Logan said.

“It didn’t.” Janus said. “Your eyes are different. They’re blue now. Not brown.”

“I think it worked great!” Patton said. “I’m sure no one will notice.”

“It doesn’t matter what you think, Pat.” Janus said. “People will notice.”

“We’ll manage.” Virgil said. “And since when do you get to call him ‘Pat’, huh?”

“VIRGIL? DID YOU INVITE FRIENDS OVER WITHOUT WARNING AGAIN?” A voice yelled from downstairs.

Virgil blushed and turned to the door. “WE’LL LEAVE IN A SECOND MOM.�� He glanced at his friends, blushing, and gave them a death glare.

Roman elbowed Patton to stop giggling. He didn’t.

“Ok, darling, don’t stay up late! You’ve got school tomorrow!” Virgil’s mom shouted back.

“Wait. School?” Virgil said.

Logan checked his phone. “It appears to be Sunday again. Eccentric.”

Janus shrugged. “Weird magic doing weird shit.”

“I thought you knew what you were doing.” Roman said.

“I knew. Mostly. I improvised.” Janus said.

“Ok, normally I would care, but you need to get the fuck out of here.” Virgil said. “And figure out a way for Janus to exist now that he doesn’t have any legal documents.”

“Fuck you’re right.” Janus said. “I don’t suppose you’ll let me sleep here, will you?”

“No, we don’t have extra beds.” Virgil said.

“This was my room.” Janus pointed out. “So it would be an extra bed for you, not for me.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I don’t care if it was your room, it’s mine now.”

“I’d invite you to my place, but my parents don’t like me having over friends they don’t know about…” Patton said.

“You might come to mine for the night.” Logan said. “I doubt my parents will mind.”

“You mean you doubt your parents will notice?” Janus said. “I’m not a particular fan of your parents.”

“Ok, could you please stop implying you’ve seen every aspect of our lifes?” Roman asked. “You’re creeping me out.”

“Let me think… nope.” Janus said. “Also, that guy? Out of all your options?”

Roman blushed, letting out a series of offended noises. “How dare you?!” Janus only laughed. “Stop it!”

“Ok, as much as I enjoy teasing Roman, Imma have to kick y’all out of here.” Virgil said. “I’ve got shit to process, and y’all ain’t helping.”

“I’ll take a look into getting Janus official documentation.” Patton said. “See ya guys.”

“See ya losers.” Remus said. “Don’t murder anyone with the new powers.”

Janus followed Logan home. As he had predicted, Logan’s parents didn’t even notice his presence. It was like being a ghost again. Only now he had to walk.

“I did not come back to life to do math homework.” Janus complained, looking at the equations in front of him.

“Well, too bad, this is what you get for making deals with demons.” Virgil said. “Math homework.”

“I hate you.” Janus said.

“No you don’t.” Patton said. “Now stop complaining and do your homework.”

“Or, in other words.” Remus said. “Suffer.”

“You’re all so dramatic, it’s just maths.” Logan said. “Maths are easy.”

“Shut up, math gay, you don’t count.” Roman said.

Janus groaned again, considering the option of just knocking himself out. That way he wouldn’t have to do homework.

#sanders sides #fanfic #oh boy there's a lot of tags #janus sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #blood #demons #weird magical shit with no actual reason behind it

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sleeplessandstubborn · 3 years

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Emily in Paris episode 3 or it’s still more accurate than American media recent coverture on France.

Ah, I had to write that title. And I am not even talking about American Twitter. But yeah. Feel better. Somewhat I have the impression that this is going to substitute the still a better love story than Twilight in my mind. But, I’m sorry, Stephenie Meyer, I am not here for that but to make a belated, totally improvised, not at all completely planned recap of Episode 3 of Emily in Paris, your favourite Instagram version of the French capital.

So episode 3 starts with our heroine running, as she usually does every morning. Why this Paris is more empty than the town where I live which has like 25,000 inhabitants? So many questions about where did people go. The case is her boss in Chicago calls. Yes, the one who speaks French and should be now best friends with Sylvie but it’s stuck in Chicago with her pregnancy.

I know, Madeline, I know. It would be frustrating for me too that the main trait of my personality was I’m pregnant and on my bed. They both exchange about how now that Doug dumped her Emily’s life is full of croissants and sex, when actually is about sex. Also Emily meets street furniture. As does Madeline, too. I guess that’s not the kind of idea she had of meeting French men. Thanks Anne! Hidalgo of course.

Madeline is sending Emily the corporate commandments for Savoir. Yikes, I thought again, a cultural clash is coming and what are corporate commandments anyway (I don’t know, sounds tacky, I’m just a puzzled European), but for now there are another problems to solve. Emily’s shower breaks, the building manager only speaks French and of course our leading lady is still struggling with understanding it. Also, sidenote: manager building is right with Miss Cooper. Only problems.

Fortunately Gabriel exists and he helps her to break the language barrier. But this isn’t going to magically repair her shower and so Emily has to wash her hair in one of humanity’s wonders, one apex of civilization, the bidet. It’s supposed to be a bad hair day for her afterwards but... Does she look that different? Well, not for me! Discuss:

This shows... A character development! At last! Emily is trying to learn French, and even if her beret isn’t going to help in the task, is good to see she’s trying to adapt. Still, she’s overdoing a bit with that Gioconda bag.

I mean, girl. Relax. In order to improve her knowledge, she tries to trick her teacher - who considers a working place full of French people must be an interesting environment where to study the behaviour of the Emily Cooperius Chicagoensis but refuses the pleasure of her company if there’s not a 50 euros banknote in between. Business is business after all. Cut to Emily reuniting with my adored godess Sylvie, whose elegance and beauty only can be matched with the flag of the twelve stars in the background. Ah, Freude, schöner Götterfunken/ Tochter aus Elysium,/ Wir betreten feuertrunken/ Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

Well, the case is they are going to film the advertisement for De l’Heure today and it’s an important thing Emily keeps her mouth closed and unsmiling because she looks stupid, at least in Sylvie’s opinion. I’d say more scary but well.

Luc and Julien receive them with the enraged face of every European citizen who just met an aggresive attempt of being forced into the American Way of Doing Things. Which they refuse naturally. Madeline just sent the corporate commandments and everyone is pissed at nonsense like giving praise in public and critizising in private. But off to filming the spot for the perfume. The location is the Pont d’Alexandre III that has featured in like 20,000 advertisement for fragrances. Here they met Antoine and Emily has the twentieth humiliating experience with languages telling she’s horny out of a sudden when she wanted to mean excited.

Emily meets the model, a Serbian blonde beauty that doesn’t speak French, that’s her personality trait. Our heroine seems rejoiced to find at least a kindred soul but we won’t have more time with the model, whose task is to walk across the bridge naked - or wearing the perfume, Antoine says - , while surrounded by men in costumes. The campaign Dream of Beauty, in short. Emily’s reaction is this:

Antoine argues this is meant to represent the woman’s fantasy, to be desired by all these men. Emily doesn’t think this is going to be appreciated by women at the other side of the Atlantic ocean and says the idea is sexists rather than sexy. Filming stop for they to debate, which seems expensive. Stopping, not debating. Without entering on what fantasies are valid or not and who actually pays attention to advertisements for fragrances - I am not one of these people - we don’t get to learn if Emily knows who Cocteau was.

The following morning the plumber can’t fix Emily’s shower. His gestures are pretty easy to understand, as it’s an universal fact that often the pieces needed to repair are not immediately available. Anyway, Emily asks Gabriel to help her with translation again. She must pay him or something. The thing doesn’t get to be fixed and Emily gets to shower in Gabriel’s appartment.

Maybe he has a fantasy of some sort here? Who knows. At the office and after her class, Emily’s first conversation of the day with Sylvie goes, as usual, for a rocky start. She has made lost money and time to the company, her boss argues, and on top of that she’s the prude police. The final straw for Emily immediately after that is that someone (called Luc) drew a dick on the Sacred Corporate Commandments. Having forgotten the fact that drawing penises is part of the human nature since the dawn of times, Emily doesn’t take well the profanation. It’s too much so she goes to lunch with Mindy.

Mindy - who is celebrating a party later and invites her - rolls her eyes at the corporate commandments and more or less say she deserves the hate because she could not expect French people were going to receive that gladly because they are against all. Well, it’s one of their multiple charms. “People like me! That’s my thing!” , Emily argues. Oh my sweet Summer child... Once back at the office, the commercial is as nonsensical as your average perfume commercial. Emily suggests a poll on Twitter to decide if it’s sexy or sexists. Bad or good, they’ll have publicity. Sounds about right?

One day I want to be Sylvie when she answers, after Emily invited her to Mandy’s party: Sorry, I’m busy. Also when she goes on with a mini the reason you suck moment: “You come to Paris. You walk into my office. You don’t even bother to learn the language. You treat the city like it’s your amusement park”. Apparently Emily can’t wrap her head around the idea of not everyone liking her and that you don’t have why to be friends with your bosses or workmates. Girl, just a civilized relationship with them is enough. Anyway... Emily does invite her, incapable of taking a no for an answer.

As predictable - don’t say you didn’t predict it - the party is a bit crowded and, leaving aside Mindy, Emily doesn’t know anyone there. Because, Sylvie knowing better, she didn’t show up. Well done Madame. Out of water again, Emily finds an apparently cute boy who engages in a conversation with her. With hand kissing at the balcony at all.

All it’s very romantic until, when they are strolling the streets and after flirting a bit, Fabien I think was his name - sorry, not checking again - tells her he likes American pussies. This is too much information all of a sudden for Emily - even if it could lead her to learn another the meaning of a new French word, equally related with felines - and storms off to Gabriel’s restaurant. Why is a thing the chef is there, available to serve her a glass of wine, I don’t know, I didn’t write this thing. But finally, finally, FINALLY our heroine says she’s going to stop trying being liked by everyone. Thank you Paris, you inspired some adult realities on Emily’s brain. It’s also a productive night after all because Gabriel says he likes her. So... yay? Since many of you have already seen the complete season, you know that things are... more complicated than that.

Of course the last three minutes of the episode are reserved for Emily Was Right After All moments. The poll is a success even if the commercial is not universally liked - but as Emily has learn this is not that important anymore -, she takes revenge on Luc bringing a dick shaped bread, or cake - I don’t know exactly what it is - which is a funny and irreverent way to respond him aaaand... finds a present from Antoine on her desk, lingerie from La Perla. Which is, ew, a bit creepy.

Aaaand that was all. I had to rewatch it because it had been eras since I last wrote about this series. I promise to be more disciplined with the next ones. Until then.

P.S. Down with Corporation Commandments.

#emily in paris

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softforcal · 5 years

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I have assigned au’s to every Harry and made descriptions of them... for science

Victorian Harry:

-He’s in an eternal state of depression, think gothic fiction where women are stuck in bad marriages or are secretly lesbians: ‘the yellow wallpaper’ by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, and ‘The Awakening’ by Kate Chopin.

-All he wants to do is trapes around with a bottle of wine and do his nails.

-people say his house is haunted.

-no one knows where he gets his money or if he even eats.

-sometimes he sits outside his mansion in a lawn chair and stares at the sun.

-has a large collection of robes

-smokes

-has never used a comb in his life

-mirrors everywhere in his house

-burns every meal he attempts to cook because he forgets about it

Ballerina Harry:

-Is he at his level of stature because his raw natural talent or because he’s beautiful and every dance teacher ever has taken him under his wing? who knows, not him, that’s for sure.

-a bit of a ditz but with a face like that, who needs a brain

-Never knows that other ballerinas are in love with him

-#has never kissed a woman in his life

-falls in love with every pretty boy ever

-never drinks ever

Philosophy Major Harry

-what is the meaning of life?

-quotes Freud and Aristotle

-super depressed

-likes to just lay on the floor and mope

-writes oddly insightful essays

-Can be found in your local cafe drinking black coffee and reading

Diva harry

-one of the most famous men in the world

-doesn't care about gender norms

-super diva

-a huge list of things to eat backstage at every show that he doesn’t even end up eating

-collects love letters from his fans and has a room in his mansion dedicated to things people have given him (even keeps the dead roses and likes to pick up the petals and crumble them out the window)

-wants all attention on him 100% of the time

-the muse for many designers

Vampire Harry

-doesn’t say much, just stares at things

-old as balls probably

-wishes he was a pirate or a poet, settled for both

-knows he’s the shit

Hard-dom Harry

-’everyone loves me but i’m alone’

-hasn’t had a relationship in ages

-there’s a rumour that the first love of his life broke his heart

-oddly fashionable but his attitude shows he’s not to be messed with

-the last guy who said he dresses ‘sort of gay’ turned up dead three states over

Boxer Harry

-pretends to be calm but just wants to fight

-hates social events

-10/10 will fight people when he’s drunk

-hardcore feminist

-lil man bun makes him happy

-a ray of sunshine

mom-friend Harry

-wants to make sure everyone has a good time

-will judge your fashion sense

-arms crossed shows he does not approve

-if anyone fights his friends he will stomp them to death in his lil heeled gucci boots

-a good cook (but wont tell you his secret family recipes)

-talks a little too much, but he just doesn’t want the convo to die

-wants to protect everyone (especially ‘the gays’)

-10/10 will pretend to be your boyfriend if a stranger is giving you unwanted attention at a club

-designated driver

-enjoys his book club and a warm cup of tea on a rainy day

******

coming soon: i will write about all of them in this room.

Mom friend Harry does not approve of any of the shenanigans.

Diva Harry thinks Vampire Harry is cooler than him and wants to enlist the help of Boxer Harry to murder him (although he should be going to Hard-dom harry but everyone avoids him because he’s scary)

Boxer Harry just wants to be left alone.

Victorian Harry and Philosophy Major Harry are both having break downs, Ballerina Harry just wants to fit in.

(side note: tag yourself i’m Victorian Harry)

inspired by convos with @harryforvogue and @floral-suits)

#harry styles #harry styles hc #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #1d #1d blurb #1d hc #vampire harry styles #vampire!harry styles #ballerina harry styles #ballerina!harry styles #boxer harry styles #boxer!harry styles #philosophy major harry styles #hc #dom harry styles

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obsidianfr3sk · 4 years

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The Origins (Chapter 5)

Summary: Before the Renegades put an end to the Age of Anarchy, they were six kids trying to survive day by day in a city ruled by chaos and desolation. Is there a space for hope and kindness somewhere in Gatlon City? Maybe.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25123756/chapters/62643247

Evander chapter took me a little bit longer than expected, ngl. I think this one is a little more action-y than my previous work??? Or maybe I’m just fucking allucinating lol.

Also, speaking of Evander, how do you guys pronunce his name? Because I was having Word to read this chapter out loud for me so I could recognize mistakes without having to read (?) and it pronunced it as Ee-vander, but I’ve always pronunced it as /E/vander, probably for the same reason I say “Simón” instead of “Simon” or “Hugo” instead of “Hugh”. Fellow spanish-speakers, back me up (?

BUT REALLY I NEED TO KNOW IS THERE A CANON PRONUNCIATION FOR EVANDER’S NAME???? PLS HELP

Tag list (tell me if you want in or out): @nodrianbcyes @blueraspberry-official @healing-winston-pratt @itsalittlebitchilly @callumtreadwell @plain-jane-mclain

Bring me along to the world you see

Age of Anarchy

Year 9

The night is warm and windless. He looks up and tries to beg the moon for help, but he has lost his voice. A mysterious force holds his arms and legs. The only thing he can move is his head.

The sky is full of stars, red and big as rubies.

"Vandy ..."

He looked to his right. His father's green eyes meet his. He used to say that seeing his son was like looking in the most flattering mirror. They both had red hair, the same eyes, their teeth slightly apart… they were identical. But his father didn't have freckles. His mother did.

"Are you okay?"

On the left, he sees his mother. Her blonde hair covers her face, but he can notice her painted lips and perfect liner. She has always been very protective of her makeup. It makes her feel beautiful.

Evander doesn't understand. His mom is beautiful, even without makeup.

His mom is beautiful, even when she’s dead.

" Evander ..."

An ownerless hand puts the barrel of the gun to his forehead. The metal feels hot. The stranger puts his finger on the trigger and is about to shoot when Kasumi shakes him and whispers:

"Evander, wake up."

Evander woke up screaming and with his heart racing. A layer of cold sweat covered his entire body. Tears began to flow from his eyes and instinctively, he reached for Kasumi's arms and hugged her with all the strength of his body.

"The same nightmare?"

"The same nightmare," he replied.

Kasumi stroked his red locks, while the silence in the room was interrupted by the exasperated moans of the other girls who slept there. Alix approached them with disdain and deep dark circles under her eyes.

He hated Alix. She could look through walls, had just turned seventeen last week, and believed herself to be the leader of the whole place just because she was the oldest.

"You said he wasn’t going to have nightmares anymore, Kasumi," she told her accusingly.

Kasumi shrugged. Evander stuck his tongue out at her.

Three years ago, some Jackals broke into his home during dinner, pointing guns at his parents' heads and demanding answers they didn't have. The first thing his mother did was run at him to protect him, but suddenly, the youngest of the Jackals grabbed him by the collar of his dirty shirt and tried to snatch him away.

However, Samantha Wade was not going to let anyone separate her from her son. She clung to him as if her life depended on it. Evander was too scared and deafened by all the yelling, that he didn't feel his mother's nails digging into his skin. "Don't take my son, please don't kill my baby."

After struggling for a while the boy was able to yank Evander from his mother's arms. The woman let out a brutal scream and that was enough for his father to jump on the Jackal, ready to do everything he could to rescue his son.

The tallest man broke his neck.

He gave a low, hoarse laugh. Evander would never forget it.

"We just need the girl," he explained to the younger jackal. "You take care of the child."

Evander couldn't see his father's body for more than two seconds, because the Jackal took him out to the backyard, sat him on the grass, and ordered him severely:

"Stay still. Unless you want to end up like your dad."

Those words were enough for Evander to overcome his urge to disobey.

He took out of his pocket three fireworks and a lighter.

"Today is Fourth of July, Evander Jr,” he said. "Let’s celebrate.”

Those fireworks were the only thing that lit up that starless night. However, neither their outburst nor their beauty could hide the words that the jackal whispered in his ear:

"Listen to me carefully, kid. You are going to drop to the ground and you aren't going to get up until dawn. In the morning, you'll walk five blocks to the home for child prodigies and you'll tell Bertha that Tom Freud sent you. Now, you will be surrounded by prodigies. Some may be powerful, but you must never to kneel before them. Do you understand?"

How ironic that Evander turned out to be a prodigy. Although no one had knelt before him. Yet.

Tom Freud did not wait for him to respond. As soon as the last spark disappeared, he pushed him to the ground, put his foot on his back, and shouted:

"Stay still!"

The bullet whizzed past his ear. Evander didn't scream, he just obeyed. He stayed still when Freud took his foot off his back. He stayed still when the Jackals left. And he even stayed still when the first ray of the sun illuminated his face.

When he saw the corpses on the kitchen floor, he could only ask himself what would have happened if he had not stayed still.

Every time that nightmare woke him up, he would ask Kasumi the same question. She would only tell him to look out the window.

"Your parents greet you from the stars," she assured. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Wade, hello."

Evander always responded with, “Look, your parents are there too. Hello, Mrs. Kasumi's mom, hello, Mr. Kasumi's dad. How do you say mom and dad in Japanese? "

Then, Kasumi proceeded to teach him some new words and expressions in Japanese. They both liked to put on solemn faces and start saying random phrases in Japanese when they were in public. They knew it was annoying for a lot of people, including Mom Bertha. She said Kasumi's mom used to do the same thing when they were younger when she was mad at her. Mom Bertha seemed sad after telling them this, so they decided not to do it in front of her anymore. Seeing Mom Bertha sad wasn't as fun as watching the older children get angry at them when they refused to explain what they were saying.

"You wouldn't understand," Evander told them, shaking his head with mock seriousness.

"That's right, you wouldn't understand," Kasumi agreed.

If others knew it was just random words and phrases, the game would be over, so they had to keep it a secret. Kasumi confessed that she regretted not being able to learn her parents' first language. However, she made an effort to learn how to say a very specific question.

Unfortunately, it was a question she had to make very often.

"Vandy, did you wet the bed?"

Evander hugged her tighter. Kasumi nodded and began to remove the covers. The girls immediately noticed what happened and started complaining, especially Alix. Evander sat on the corner of the bed, feeling dirty, and humiliated. They all looked at him with disgust and mockery, secreting each other.

Yeah, they didn’t like the idea of Evander sleeping in the same room as them. They said there was a room for boys and a room for girls for a reason. But Mom Bertha wouldn’t hear a word about it. Evander was going to sleep there, whether they liked it or not.

Why? Because he was a bed wetter and the boys weren’t very nice about it. Neither were the girls, but at least they didn’t start a fight with him when they realize Evander had wet the bed again.

He looked out the window. Mom Bertha was outside, talking to some men. He couldn't see their faces.

Evander had seen these men before. Sometimes when nightmares woke him up, he would listen to Mom Bertha talking to them. There were times when they yelled at each other, but there were other times when they gave her boxes filled with food and medicine. Kasumi made up the story that they were the guardians of the shadows, protecting the kingdom of the night.

"They look scary," Evander said to her when she told him the story.

"Don't worry, they won't hurt us."

But lately, Evander heard more screams and saw fewer boxes.

She dropped the wet sheets on the floor and handed him some clean underwear. Evander crawled under a blanket to change. Although he had a lot of privacy that way, Kasumi still turned her back on him so as not to make him uncomfortable.

"Kasumi, don't you listen to what we're saying?" Alix asked.

"I’m listening, Alix," she replied shyly.

“Then stop ignoring us. Evander is getting too old to sleep with the girls, he has to go with the boys. "

"But they are going to hit him again," Kasumi said.

“Well, better for him,” Alix replied. "Maybe he’ll finally learn wetting the bed is a horrible habit.”

Evander pulled the blanket off, pointed his finger at Alix, and yelled:

"You are horrible!"

Alix opened her mouth to respond and Evander threw his dirty underwear at her face. Kasumi burst out laughing along with the rest of the girls. Alix squealed as Evander started bouncing on the bed yelling "Horrible, horrible, horrible girl!" in Japanese.

He would do anything to annoy Alix and to keep Kasumi laughing.

When Alix recovered from the shock, she screamed:

"I'm going to kill you, Evander!"

A gunshot. Two gunshots.

Evander put a hand to his chest. Alix hadn't shot him.

Then who shot who?

Alix pushed Evander off the bed and leaned out the window. The shots had come from outside. Her face twisted in horror.

"Mom Bertha..."

All the other girls leaned over to look. Evander tried to push his way through them, but Kasumi quickly caught on and took him away from the scandal.

"Don't look," she whispered. "Please don't look."

"What happened?" he asked innocently. "Who’s shooting?"

"The guardians of the shadows," she replied, taking him by the shoulders, "have turned against us, Vandy."

As if she had summoned them, the guardians of the shadows knocked down the door to the girls' room pointing their guns at them. He and Kasumi hid under the bed, while the other girls screamed and raised their hands. The guardians of the shadows started holding them by their nightgowns and kicking them out into the corridor, not even giving them time to put on their shoes. The same scandal did not take long to begin in the men's room. A few more shots were heard.

And laughs. Low, hoarse laughs.

It can’t be…

The room was almost empty when a huge hand grabbed Kasumi by the wrist. Both screamed at the same time. Another hand grabbed Evander's arm and dragged them out of there.

The man was tall, muscular, and bald. A red bandanna covered his face.

Jackals.

"What are your powers!?" he yelled at Kasumi. His friend froze, staring at him with wide eyes and a sealed mouth. "What are your powers!?" he asked again.

More screaming. More demands. More questions they couldn't answer.

Evander tried to free himself from the man's grasp. All he wanted was to hug Kasumi once more. Maybe if he did it hard enough and for the right amount of time, he would be able to wake up.

The jackal growled and tossed Evander onto the bed as if ridding himself of an irritating mosquito. If he had done it harder, Evander would have been thrown out the open window.

The cold breeze gave him chills.

He looked at the window, then looked at his friend. She was still paralyzed and unable to answer the man's question. Kasumi, Evander, and the jackal were the only ones left in the room. Everyone else had gone to the common room.

He looked at the window. Then he looked at his friend.

The jackal drew his pistol and held it to Kasumi's head.

"WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS, LITTLE SLUT?!"

"She doesn’t understand you!" Evander yelled.

The jackal fell silent. Now the gun was pointed at him.

But Evander was not afraid.

"What are you talking about?"

“She doesn't speak English,” Evander explained, looking down. "That’s why she doesn't understand a single word of what you’re saying."

He looked at Kasumi curiously and threw Kasumi onto the bed, laughing. Evander hugged her.

Wake up, Vandy, wake up…

"What powers does the little slut have?" he asked Evander.

"I don't know," he replied, "she’s never used them."

"But she’s a prodigy."

"Yes, Mr. Jackal."

Another laugh. "I'm glad. If she wasn’t, I would have to kill her. And it would be a shame to kill such a pretty girl. "

Kasumi hugged him tighter. Perhaps she was also begging that it was all a dream. Or maybe she was more scared than he was.

Evander had to be brave for both of them.

"Do you want me to ask her for you?"

"Huh, now you happen to know Chinese," the jackal sneered.

"No, I know Japanese," Evander corrected.

He gave the loudest laugh of the night. Evander could perfectly visualize him breaking his dad's neck, laughing in the same way...

"Prove it."

Kasumi held his face in her hands. Her gaze seemed to scream at him: "What are you doing?" He had never seen her so confused.

He wished he could tell her what he was thinking. Kasumi, don't be afraid. Think of this as a story. You know the best stories. Let's make our way out of this. Have a little bit of imagination.

But how could one have imagination at this moment?

"I... distraction... you window... we escape."

He saw his friend's gears moving inside her head. "Water... waterfall... escape," Kasumi stammered.

"Window, waterfall, escape" Evander repeated with a nod.

Kasumi smiled at him almost imperceptibly. She had understood. Those afternoons of annoying others had helped.

"What's she saying?" the jackal interrupted.

"She says she can heal trees," Evander replied.

"And what do you do?"

"I can control light."

It wasn't entirely a lie.

"And why aren't you wearing pants?"

Evander hadn't realized he was still in his boxers.

"I- I wetted the bed.”

The jackal's laughter echoed in his head. "How old are you? Six?"

"I’m eight, Mr. Jackal.”

The jackal pointed the gun at the old closet in the corner of the room. “Put on clothes, kid. And then go downstairs with the rest. "

Evander hurried to the closet. He grabbed the first pair of pants he could find. They were green and had strange spots on the knees. But he didn't have time to think about that.

"What are you waiting, bitch? Move,” he yelled at Kasumi.

Kasumi didn’t move.

The pants were too big for him.

"I said move!" and hit her with the pistol’s grip.

Evander ran to get between the jackal and his friend. "Leave her alone!" he screamed.

The jackal raised his hand for a second blow. Both children closed their eyes, preparing for the beating they were about to receive. However, the blow did not come. Something had stopped the jackal.

Evander opened one eye. The jackal stared at him incredulously, his mouth slightly open.

He laughed. "I'm going to kill Freud..."

Then, he loaded his gun, put in on Evander's forehead, and said:

"Hello, Evander Jr. Stay still."

At that moment, Evander knew he couldn't stay still this time.

He placed both of his hands over the jackal's eyes and fired the most powerful and explosive fireworks he could. The jackal's laugh became a cry of pain so loud that all of Gatlon City could hear it.

Kasumi carried him and created a waterfall that ran down to the fence door of the building. As Kasumi slid both of them to their freedom, Evander looked up at the stars.

He didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't stayed still four years ago. But if he had obeyed this particular jackal tonight, the sky would have one star more.

He loved his parents. But he didn't want to be a star just yet.

#renegades #archenemies #supernova #fanfic #the origins #evaner wade #kasumi hasegawa #renegades trilogy #ao3

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