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veloxiraptors · 1 year

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Vic's Midpollo/The Authority Rec List

Core Content:

- Stormwatch Vol 2. (issues #4-6) contains Midnighter & Apollo's origin story. It's written by Warren Ellis, and anything written by him is guaranteed to be good. The team they’re part of is blatantly a satirical take on the Justice League and it’s hilarious. While these are the only issues that include Midnighter & Apollo, I definitely recommend Ellis’ entire Stormwatch run (Vol.1 #37-50 & Vol.2 #1-11)–it made me fall in love with Shen & Jenny Sparks more than I already was.

- The Authority Vol.1 (issues #1-12) was also written by Warren Ellis; this is truly one of my favourite comic books of all time. The character interactions, plot, and art are all fantastic. I started reading this run for Midnighter & Apollo, and by the end I had fallen in love with the entire team; they’re rough-edged and violent without being gratuitous, witty without being corny, and it was fun as hell to read through them slaughtering both interdimensional colonialists and also god. There is unfortunately a villain who is an Evil Chinese Stereotype in the first arc though.

- The Authority Vol.1 (issues #13 & #29) the first & last issue of The Authority written by Mark Millar. It sucks ass but these two issues explain Midnighter & Apollo's adopted daughter (#13) and show them getting married (#29) which is the only reason I'm reccing them in the first place. It’s gratuitously violent without reason, and hurls slurs, homophobia, racism, sexism, and addiction at its readers for no reason other than shock value.

- The Authority Vol.2 (issues #0-9, #11-13) Issues 0-9 are an absolute blast, both the art style & tone were more in line with Ellis' run than Milars, and we get a call-back to the first arc of The Authority Vol.1 which I thought was pretty cool. Issues 10-13 take place after a 4-issue mini-series (Coup d'État) that culminates in The Authority ousting the president of the US, which I didn't read bc I had no desire to. Issue 10 is a direct follow-up to that arc, but it's rarely mentioned throughout issues 11-13 which is why I kept them. There were definitely parts of Vol.2 that I wasn't fond of, but the good far outweighs the bad in my opinion.

- The Authority: Revolution (issues #1-12) starts with The Authority dealing with the consequences of taking over the USA in Coup d'État, and it still made sense despite the fact I never read that arc. I was slow to get into it, but by the end I was flipping pages as fast as I could read them. The first few issues set up some interesting ideas and it follows through in knocking them down in a satisfying way. Their fight against the Big Bad felt a little too clean-cut in my opinion, but issue #11 has some amazingly angsty midpollo content.

- The Authority Vol.4 (issues #1-17) takes place after a crossover event spanning 3 mini-series between the biggest Wildstorm properties, but all you need to know is this: it's the apocalypse. While Midnighter and Apollo are separated by circumstance, it makes the issues where they appear together all the more impactful in my opinion. The original Authority run by Ellis will always be my favourite, but this run is definitely second place. The series wraps up nicely on a beautiful and hopeful note, and while there were still a few loose threads, this is definitely one of the better comic series ends I've read.

One-Shots & Miniseries:

- Planetary/The Authority: Ruling the World is a one-shot crossover event. It’s a pretty fun read, minus the fact that H.P. Lovecraft makes an appearance.

- Wildstorm Winter Special 2005: Two Dangerous Ideas is a funny little one-shot where Midnighter and Apollo meet their alternate-reality counterparts: Daylighter and Pluto. Hilarity ensues.

- The Authority: Human on the Inside (miniseries) the plot makes no damn sense but Midnighter & Apollo have some really cute interactions in this and the art is soooo pretty.

- Lobo/The Authority: Jingle Hell the art is an... interesting choice and the writing is a rude, crude riot. I found this in my local comic shop's dollar bin and while it definitely belongs there, I do not regret buying it.

For the love of all that is good and gay please do not read Stormwatch Vol.3 it was part of the New 52 relaunch and reading it caused me psychic damage.

And feel free to drop me a message if you have any questions!

#midpollo #midnighter #the authority #lucas trent #andrew pulaski #midnighter and apollo #this post was brought to you by: me wanting someone to talk to about the goddamn authority #vicshit

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praphit · 2 years

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Black Adam: the psychopath we need right now

Of course The Rock belongs in a comic book cinematic universe. What the hell took so long?!

There are a bunch of characters I think he could have played well:

Deathstroke.

The Winter Soldier (imagine The Rock growing out his hair:)

Apocalypse (no way that movie sucks with The Rock in it)

(I can’t stop laughing at this GIF, and J.Law’s “Oh, Shit!” face.

The Rock could have played a jacked Professor X (tired of only being the brains)

Or he could have simply played himself. I’d buy that when Batman is in trouble he runs to The Rock.

But, he's perfect for Black Adam!

A long ass time ago, there was a lil boy, born into slavery, in a Middle Eastern country called Kahndaq. Him and his people were slaving away trying to locate a mystical crown made of Vibranium... sorry, I meant Eternium... or was it Krytponite?? Doesn't matter.

This crown has the power to... unleash hell on earth or something. Which... why would anyone want to do that? If you're a bad guy, I get ruling the earth or even destroying the earth. But, to bring a literal, demonic, Hell on earth, doesn't seem productive for anyone... except for Hell. But, anyway, this lil boy, one day, says to himself "Slavery sucks! I want to be free!"

If only it were that simple to be free, kid (though according to Ye, it is).

Some ancient wizards show up and grant this boy powers. They have a habit of doing this.

Why?! Is it just me, or does giving children the powers of gods seem stupid? But, who can tell wizards anything??

This now super-powered, young boy finds his father (The Rock) in peril, one thing leads to another, and SHAZAM!

Black Ass Adam is born!

Buuuuuut, he has a bit of a temper, so he has to be locked away, until the movie comes out.

It's now the present day, and Black Adam is here to protect his people... eventually. He's kind of a psychopath. I mean that in the nicest way possible. He's a charming psychopath tho... well, not really. I mean, The Rock is charming AF, but.... I guess we'll crown B.A. with the same charm as the actor playing him; why not??

But, he needs help from some "friends" (I use that word loosely):

Cyclone

Ant Squasher or Musher... or something

Dr. Strange Fate

And The Winged Black Man

( I think I may have mixed up a name or two in there, but it doesn't really matter)

These weirdly familiar characters are able to annoy B.A. enough to convince him to limit his anti-hero murdering spree long enough to save the day. Although, I kinda think he enjoyed the killing more than saving the day.

This movie has everything you'd want:

super-powered freaks, a video game level of action and explosions, evil labs, zombie vibes, some tomb raider action, demons/end of days bs, international politics, the funny fat guy, the strong and smart single mom character (in the credits, she's (a Middle Eastern woman) named ISIS... I know these comic books were written a while ago, but... still kinda bleeped up), it's got tear-jerking self-sacrifice, and some Lord of the Rings vibes.

What more could you want??!

All held together by the cornerstone, being The Rock!

Whew! That's some good sex right there!

However :) There are some issues.

For one, if you suffer from comic book/action movie fatigue, then don't go anywhere near this movie. It's not trying to be anything else but that.

This movie is a Thanksgiving gravy dump of CGI. Is that a good or bad thing? - depends on your tastes, I suppose. This is some of the easiest money The Rock had ever made. CGI did all of the work. In fact, CGI had to work harder than ever to make The Rock look weaker (pre-powers). Dwayne Johnson doesn't even have all that much dialogue. He doesn't need to be the straight man in a comedy duo. Doesn't need to be in shape.... of course he’s in ridiculous shape, being The Rock, but he didn't NEED to be. Shoot, the powers of CGI even squeezed Pierce Brosnan (loved btw) into spandex.

The CGI does get bad though, towards the end. Like, not She-Hulk bad, but in the same ballpark.

There's a lot of slomo. NO, I MEAN A LOT! It's like someone discovering a new IG filter for the first time, and they always feel compelled to use it. Enough with the beautifying filters already! You know damn well you don't look like that. You're not fooling anyone:)

The Rock, though his people all seem to have Kahndaqian accents, he does not. C'mon, Dwayne! Be an actor! On second thought, I'm now picturing The Rock using this accent throughout the whole film, and in my mind, it turns into a comedy. So, I'll take that criticism back.

It's also a lil long. I wish they would have used the extra length to make this movie less dreary. I mean, I had fun with it, but... DC still hasn't learned how to balance out their tones yet (though James Gunn should be able to help that moving forward). Idk what's in Marvel's secret sauce, but if they had produced Black Adam, part of me wouldn't have felt like it needed a strong drink after watching.

There were two messages driven home by ISIS (still feels wrong to call her that):

1) "Hey, outsiders! Stay the bleep out of OUR business!" - that message, I agree with.

2) Black Adam is not a hero, but he's the ANTI-Hero that they need.

Idk, people. I get that sometimes you've gotta murder people (not the best message for the kids, but whatever). But, don't we have enough anti-heroes?? If everyone is an anti-hero... what's an anti-hero? You know?? I mean Black Adam murders more people in this movie than "the bad guy". He murders more people in this movie than Michael Myers murders in "Halloween Ends".

At what point in the sport of killing, does one become a villain??

That being said, I get it, and I like it!

Considering the slavery of their people. Considering people coming at you with guns. And considering demonic forces rising up against you (not like you can take demons to court) - yeah, sometimes, you've gotta kill people.

If you're looking for a dumb comic book action flick (for the kids? - sure), fueled by revenge - The Rock delivers.

Grade: B-

They also fixed the problem (at least I personally have had) with characters that are way too powerful. He wasn't dull. I mean his character kinda is, but... throw in The Rock as a heavily (and I mean HEAVILY) flawed character, and you've got some entertainment. I hope Marvel is paying attention concerning Captain Marvel 2.

Let's give Capt a functional coke and drinking problem, and make The Rock her bartender, and we'll have a less dull winner.

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rabbit-surfboard · 7 months

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I recently finished @neil-gaiman's Norse Mythology and it was excellent. I like that the aesir were, especially as a mob, depicted as a bunch of falliable and violent louts. Thor was especially funny.

I'd never actually read a full account of Ragnarok before, just a few odd scraps of the predictions because so many of the stories foreshadow the big event. I think it would make for a really neat dnd/pathfinder campaign setting. Hear me out:

- Far into the future, Fimbulvetr has gone on for long enough to make civilization crumble and all of the original humans are either desperate mutant barbarians in the post apocalypse, part of the legions of Hel, or the Einherjar

-- Fimbulvetr starts sometime between 2030-2200 because of a nuclear winter. Everything left on midgard has been thoroughly irradiated until it looks suspiciously like the parts of the monster manual that I feel like using

-- Surtr is approaching earth to fight Frey. He travels over astronomical distances to reach midgard, and the entire campaign would be set in a period where the earth has rapidly warmed over the course of a few decades to produce a few transient pockets of civilization in an apocalyptic midgard just as Surtr approaches to burn the world to ash

- All PCs are among the Einherjar and may originally be from any time up to the 21st century (or *maybe* the barbarians if someone has a great backstory).

-- This way, characters can share some irl knowledge of guns and technology without having to play 100% dumb

-- Among the Einherjar, modern soldiers are very rare because the aesir think most wars after WWI were largely pathetic, but occasionally the Valkyries consider some brave infantrymen to be worthy of Valhalla. Modern Einherjar had plenty of time to update their older comrades on the existence of some new weaponry. They don't use this in Valhalla because they don't have access to the technology, but the Einherjar and gods are aware that humans in midgard got up to some crazy ass weapons development before Ragnarok began.

-- Original party members are all human because the adventure begins around a group of the Einherjar. They start around level 5 with plenty of access to player's handbook weaponry because they're badass warriors. Maybe by the time some get killed they can make friends with the light elves or dark elves/dwarves and add them to the party

--All nonhuman PC races would fall under light elves or dark elves. The distinction would be primarily down to whether they're from Alfheim or Svartalfheim. The light elves aren't generally opposed to the gods and don't need to fight in Ragnarok if they don't feel like it since their plane Alfheim won't be cremated by Surtr. Dark elves are only called dark because they are typically opposed to the aesir, but most don't feel the need to attack aesir during Ragnarok. They would be only a minor threat compared to the apocalyptic forces of Loki's spawn and Surtr that the gods are armed to face. They're frantically trying to use the wondrous technology of the dwarves to attempt to survive Ragnarok however they may.

- Jotun broadly include a lot of powerful monsters, and many of the strongest ones are giants, devils, or dragons possessing spellcasting abilities. They all hate the aesir

-- The original goal given to the party would be to kill a big bad evil Jotun with a piece of dwarven technology fetched from some dark elves

- The other main enemies the PCs encounter would be the oppositional force of Hel's legions

-- Hel's legions are primarily strong due to their vast numbers and the fact that they've somehow acquired a bit of modern weaponry. Most of the warriors suck unless they've been well-equipped. Some few powerful warriors happened to die pathetic deaths, even though they're not Einherjar they're still a threat.

-- That last point and the headcanon I have of modern soldiers being less likely to go to Valhalla was the nugget of an idea that inspired this post. I'd had this idea when reading about the Einherjar fighting the legions of dishonored dead until both sides were exterminated. I think having badass Vikings fighting zombies with modern weapons would make for some really cool turn based combat

- The aesir and vanir are significantly recontextualized to make the lore compatible with non Norse sources. The aesir still must play their roles in Ragnarok

--All of the aesir and vanir who hang out in Asgard are incarnate and may directly influence the world during Ragnarok

-- Every non-aesir diety that players are interested in worshipping as clerics/paladins/etc is disincarnate and counts among the ranks of the vanir. This can include dieties from any source worth including, be it Greek mythology, dnd books, other made up gods, what have you. Most don't wish to involve themselves in Ragnarok as they can rarely interfere directly with midgard due to a lack of incarnation. Vanaheim, home of the vanir, is functionally not a real place to go for incarnate beings which is why it is safe from Ragnarok, but some vanir have interests on Earth and may offer their power to players that think it's fun to be a cleric

....is this anything?

#worldbuilding #dnd #pathfinder #Ragnarok #norse mythology #niel gaiman #consumption

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there-must-be-a-lock · 3 years

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Bees? - @watermelonlipstick

Genetically enhanced super soldiers. - @supraveng

Resting bitchface.

Resting murder face.

Understanding that reference. - @princessmisery666

Not understanding that reference.

Clint Barton’s spilled coffee. - @alistrawrites

Spencer Reid’s purple scarf.

Monsterfucking. - @stunudo & @writethelifeyouwant

A single man tear.

Frottage.

Praise kink.

Knife kink.

Soft dom Sam Winchester. - @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Demon Dean Winchester.

Sex pollen. - @hoboal87

Sex tears.

Magical healing cock. - @allducksloveloveloveme

Going a little bit feral.

Idiots in love. - @waywardbaby

Chaotic bi energy. - @mskathywriteswords

Dirty talk. - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Some wet ass pussy.

Derek Morgan kicking down a door. - @masterwords

Natasha Romanoff strangling someone with her thighs.

Moose and Squirrel. - @walkingaline

Harry Styles. - @fangirlxwritesx67

Mid-2000s emo bands. - @mamagynger

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Feelings (derogatory). - @hogwartstoalexandria

A threesome. - @wi-deangirl77

Sexual tension. - @rockhoochie

Getting choked by a metal arm. - @fangirlextraordinaire

Drop-kicking the fourth wall into oblivion.

Defenestration. - @downanddirtydean

Getting caught in the rain. - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Winchester stupid.

America’s ass.

Night Moves.

Zombies. - @rpsocsandcanonohmy & @disasterclintbarton

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...and there was only one _____. - @alistrawrites

Oh my god they were _______. - @disasterclintbarton

There are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: ____.

_____ I get. People are crazy. - @stunudo

This is calm, and it’s ____.

They were part of the big three: aliens, androids, and ____.

Spencer Reid has ____ and an IQ of 187.

Sam Winchester _____ his way through sex. - @thinkinghardhardlythinking

The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to _____. - @waywardbaby & @fangirlextraordinaire

Eat ass, suck a dick, and ______.

And I said, “_____.” You know, like a liar. - @hoboal87

I like ____ and I cannot lie. - @mskathywriteswords

I kissed a ____ and I liked it. - @fangirlxwritesx67

I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just _____. - @welcome-to-the-sin-zone

Sweet dreams are made of ____. - @watermelonlipstick

With great power comes _____. - @walkingaline

Everything was going according to plan until _____. - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad & @hogwartstoalexandria

_____ and the horrible, no good, very bad day. - @supraveng

_____ is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. - @downanddirtydean

If the Apocalypse comes, ___. - @allducksloveloveloveme

My love language is ______. - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

HYDRA was disappointed to realize that they’d used the wrong code words and activated the _____ soldier instead of the Winter Soldier. - @princessmisery666

As part of his recovery from brainwashing, Bucky tried _____.

I’m sorry I blacked out, tried to kill you, and _______

My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach and ____. - @writethelifeyouwant

He showed up naked, covered in ____.

Their first kiss was interrupted by ____. - @mamagynger

I knew the spell had gone wrong when ______.

I love the smell of ____ in the morning. - @rockhoochie

Awww, _____, no.

How did Steve Rogers lose his virginity?

What does Dean Winchester call his penis? - @wi-deangirl77

Why is the rum gone?

Why so serious?

What did the latest upgrade to Bucky’s arm include?

Who the hell is Bucky?

What’s the best way to pass the time during quarantine? - @rpsocsandcanonohmy

What’s my secret fantasy?

Driver picks the music, shotgun ______.

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violetren · 3 years

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My first theory for volume 9 while the second half of volume 8 is fresh in my mind!

Volume 9 is gonna be the therapy season, but in the most traumatic you'll need different therapy afterwards kind of way. Instead of paying a therapist they're all just be bargaining with the universe like "yo I've had this trauma for a while, and I'm feeling pretty done with it. Here you take it back and uhhh I'll take a new guilt complex. Maybe a fear of falling? IDK, fuck me up bro."

The foreshadow-y Alice in Wonderland-esque fairy tale Oscar told to himself/Oz while in captivity is my guide post here.

Aaaand this is gonna get long so! 10 ideas of shit that's gonna go down next volume beneath the readmore, each one about 1-2 paragraphs each.

In the fairy tale the girl runs away from her problems into a new land, but because she never learned from her problems they just followed after her. Yeah? So first--second? First discounting the volume therapy theme theory.

FIRST BIG THEORY: The girl from the fairy tale was real, and she used the Spear of Creation. And like Weiss and the crew, she was fucking smart about her wording. She offered up materials that'd last even after someone else inevitably used the staff. IDK what materials she woulda used. Maybe there's a story about a missing continent we just haven't heard of yet? Maybe the Brother of Light's pool, since Salem seens to have claimed the Brother of Darkness's one but no sign of BoL's these days. Maybe there is a reason the land beyond Menagerie is so uninhabitable beyond desert + grimm? idk. Point is, it's a thing that happened, and since Ambrosius can't destroy/directly kill she's still in her wonderland. For themes sake I'm gonna call her Alice from here on out.

So Alice made a pocket dimension to flee from her problems from.

SECOND BIG THEORY: Her problems were relic related. She needed to hide em, and hide herself from Salem. Tbh I'm not sure how into this one I am. Maybe she had other shit going and some version of Oz was like "hey you don't want to be here, I have some property that I don't want to be here, lets make this happen!" THE POINT IS, the little pocket realities the relics are in, are aalllllll places in her pocket reality. When the team said "hey Ambrosius just make the middle ground into one of these type places" that's what he did, cause that's how he do. What better way to make sure it works like those places than to be kinda connected to em?

THIRD BIG THEORY: Ambrosius was buds with Alice once upon a time, but knew staying in her pocket world ultimately drove her crazy. He knew his middle ground worked like the pocket dimensions because it touched em or something, so he gave a vague ass warning not to fall, because he knew where they'd fall to.

Back to the fairy tale. It's implied Alice was never able to leave/give up her wonderland because she never learned from her mistakes.

FOURTH BIG THEORY VERSION 1: RWBY + Jaune can't figure their way back to reality until they adress a major personal issue and break out of whatever cycle it's got them in. This one I feel is shaky because they all have such different issues and are in very different places with each of them, trying to do one big arc on em would be too much of a mess. Plus it doesn't account for saving any of the many civilians that may have survived the fall.

FOURTH BIG THEORY VERSION 2: nobody can leave until Alice either leaves, dies, OR is convinced to let them go. As we're following good kind people this means we watch the kids try to give someone else therapy that THEY need. RWBY+J work through their shit through variations & combinations of witnessing mirrors of their struggles in Alice/other wonderland inhabitants, and just having time and space to slow down and breathe whether they want it or not.

FIFTH BIG THEORY: Alice is the "antagonist" of the underworld because she is the obstacle to overcome.

What about Neo you may be asking. Well I want her to let go of the revenge schtick, or at least redirect it back onto Cinder thus calling a truce with Ruby. However it's more than likely she's gonna be on team keep Alice as an obstacle at least as long as it takes to kill Ruby, and so Neo will be the "real" Antagonist™ within wonderland.

SIXTH BIG THEORY: Neo because of her unwavering determination to enact revenge is gonna die this volume. She'll be the comparison against which RWBY+J will be measured. As they grow and get closer to leaving she'll become more wrapped up with whatever strange classic wonderland logic this pocket universe has. Potentially depending on how things go with helping Alice, Neo may just end up trading spots with her, and end up trapped while everyone else goes back. But dead or trapped, I have a sad feeling this could be our last volume with Neo. My only hope of her surviving at this point is that she like Emerald switches sides, and in doing so joins Winter as a Cinder foil. While Neo grows and lets go of revenge and thus survives, Cinder stays dedicated to her own desires for revenge and other self serving instincts ringing her own death toll for either the end of the volume, or maybe somewhere in vol.10.

SEVENTH BIG THEORY: Ruby is gonna be grieving and maybe even getting full on angry about being expected to fix everything just because she's the optimistic one. She shouldn't have to deal with this brand and advanced level of childhood stealing just because she wanted to do what was right and won(lost) a genetic lottery for magic powers type anger. Jaune is going to have SO MUCH GUILT to work through, mostly the survivors kind. The bees will be experiencing couples therapy, they've both been pretty solid about individual growth leading up to this, Underworld will be them learning what it means to them to be partners now that they are so different to who they were. Weiss is different. Weiss is at first gonna feel like she's there just because it was a way to really shove all the other Schnee's into their therapy arcs and gave RBY+J neutral presence to rely on. Weiss is gonna go in the most stable of the bunch. But then, slow boil style, she'll start to realise how fucked up basically her whole life has been, especially upon realising that her "good years" with her new family have been spent getting sucked into being the last line of defense against the apocalypse, but will be too busy helping the others, so at the end of the volume when everyone else is actually doing pretty good and refreshed for the fight against Salem she'll only just be beginning her breakdown.

EIGHTH BIG THEORY: All this therapy shit is gonna be mirrored back on Remnant by the others grieving the percieved loss of the hearts of the team. Both sides of these story are gonna deal with some heavy shit, but the Remnant side is gonna be the depressed side, at least as long as it takes for Oz to tell them maybe the other's aren't dead leading to desperate attempts to get the staff OR the make desperate attempts to get the relics back anyways and inadvertently find out from Ambrosius what is up. But anyways. Winter is gonna be dealing with survivors guilt and the loss of both her little sisters (friends are great but Penny was little sister zoned and it's a hill I am prepared to die on. good sisterly relationships are friendships too). Nora is gonna be doing her self discovery thing. Ren is gonna be building on his end of vol.8 developments. Oscar will continue his grappling with the merge stuff. Qrow and Willow might get forced into AA. Whitely is gonna learn his own definition of being a Schnee instead of what his dad taught him.

NINTH BIG THEORY (OR FOURTH VERSION 3): The other way they get out is QORN obtain and use the staff to bring them home, potentially by trading enemy lives for them.

BONUS CONSPIRACY THEORY: QORN if presented with needing to trade for their loved ones & lost civilians have a lightbulb moment and decide hey why not trap Salem in a pocket universe since that is a thing Ambrosius can make? Like, if this bitch hasn't budged on her not learning to appreaciate life and humanity or whatever (which I'n pretty sure is the other way to break her curse instead of stopping remnant from turning) then she's a prime candidate for shoving into a personal reality that you can only escape if you can face your problems long enough to break the cycle they have you in. It'd be really fucked up but I think it might actually be possible to run the place using her as her own material component. Like kill her over and over and redistribute the energy to make the pocket world, but because god given power + Ambrosius can't actually destroy she just reforms anyways. MIght take a few hundred thousand deaths but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Or use the BoD oasis/grimm pools to make a world that mirrored the one she chose to live in on Remnant really make it hard for her to break that cycle....

Anyways.

TENTH BIG THEORY: Working on the idea that the relics are actually hidden in secret protected pockets of the underworld RWBY+J are gonna have a secondary quest of trying to get the relics from this side, and either finding a new place to hide them ages away from their vault doors. If you wanna make it a FOURTH VERSION 4, they're specifically gonna seek out the sword of destruction (HOLY VORPAL BLADE ALLUSIONS BATMAN) either with the intent of cutting their way out underworld--ahem wonderland--or with the assumption that someone is inevitably gonna have to open the vault door, because that's just how things be these days and they'll be able to cross to Vacuo from there.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years

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Different Worlds (5)

Summary: You’re the youngest Winchester, a girl who needs to show her big brothers that she doesn’t need help. Then one day, on a totally normal vampire hunt that you had all under control, three meddling Avengers come barging in.

Warnings: language, violence, canon divergence, slow burn, me making stuff up

Word Count: 2001

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Chapter 5: Answers and Headaches

The Winchesters led the Avengers to a large, run-down building that was secluded in the woods. Bucky looked at Steve, then back at the building. If this was a trap, they could take them. The two Winchesters didn’t have any magic… that he knew of.

“We’re home!” (Y/N) shouted as she opened a door to reveal a large, open room. The inside was much nicer than the outside.

She went down the metal staircase first, followed by her brother and the strange man in the trench coat. The Avengers went down after them, one by one. Tony had collapsed his nanotech suit, but Bucky saw that he kept one of his repulsors on his hand.

A tall man with shaggy brown hair walked out of the next room. His already annoyed expression became darker when he noticed Bucky and the rest of the Avengers. The next person to greet them was a young man with dark brown hair. His expression was similar to the first man’s, but when he saw the superheroes, his expression brightened. Then the red-haired book thief walked in next. Her large smile grew larger when she saw the large group of people.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked when he noticed their expressions.

“We,” the tall man forced a smile, “have a guest.”

“A guest that isn’t the superhero group behind us?” (Y/N) clarified.

Then a dark-haired man in a black suit swaggered in to join everyone. The redhead, Bucky thought he heard (Y/N) call her Rowena, smiled even wider.

“Hello, Squirrel,” the man said to Dean in a British accent. Then he turned to (Y/N). “Do I have a nickname for you, dear? Rabbit? Do you like carrots?”

“Crowley,” Dean growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Came to visit my mummy.” Crowley gestured to Rowena. Bucky’s mind really couldn’t keep up with all this. “I caught wind that she had a very special book.”

“Can we just put everything on pause,” Steve interrupted, “and catch us up to speed?”

The rest of the Avengers mumbled their agreement.

“Everyone into the library,” (Y/N) ordered.

Everyone walked into the next room and found a seat at one of the tables. The Avengers on one side, (Y/N) and her gang on the other.

“First, introductions,” Tony spoke up. “You know who we are.”

“Meh,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t follow your shitty reality TV show lives.”

The billionaire opened his mouth in offense but Bucky smiled at her. She smiled back and then quickly looked away. Was she blushing?

“I’m Captain America but you can call me Steve Rogers,” Steve began. “This is my friend Bucky Barnes, he was the Winter Soldier, and my other friend Sam Wilson. He’s the Falcon.” He introduced the rest of the present Avengers, pointing at them when he said their name and superhero alias. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Uh, I’m (Y/N) Winchester.” She gave a small wave. “My brothers: Sam and Dean. That’s Castiel, we call him Cas, Jack, and Rowena. Then there’s Crowley.”

“And that was actually Lucifer back there? The Devil? Satan?” the Avengers’ Sam asked. The Winchesters, Cas, and Jack nodded in confirmation.

“So what the fuck even happened at the cafe?” Clint raised his hand like he was in school.

“Lucifer escaped,” Cas explained in a low voice. “We used the Magicae Libro and Rowena as bait to trap him again.”

“The ‘Magicae Libro?’” Nat asked. “The Magic Book? Very creative.”

“They didn’t need to be creative when it was the only one,” (Y/N) pointed out. Bucky saw Cas narrow his eyes at her.

“The Magicae Libro is the world’s first spellbook,” said Cas. “Written by witches who were guided by Lucifer.”

“Goddamned witches are a thing too?” Bucky thought about all the supernatural entities he had learned about in the past month: vampires, ghosts, Satan, and now witches? What else was there?

“Yes, ‘goddamned witches’ are a thing,” the Scottish woman said in a slightly harsh tone. “I’m a witch. One of the most powerful, I would say.”

“So who took the Devil?” Tony put everyone back on track.

“Some angels.” (Y/N) shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Angels?” multiple Avengers exclaimed.

“Yes, we exist,” Cas answered in prediction to the questions heading his way.

“You’re an angel?” Steve’s eyes were wide with awe.

“So Lucifer and angels exist,” Wanda began, “does that mean God and demons exist too?”

“Yes.” (Y/N)’s side of the table answered simultaneously.

“Are you sure?”

“Considering I am literally the King of Hell,” Crowley said proudly as his eyes turned blood-red, “I am very sure.”

“And God?”

“Chuck can go suck a dick, honestly,” (Y/N) blurted out.

“Chuck?”

“My grandfather went by the pen name ‘Chuck Shurley’ for a while,” Jack explained. “He still insists to be called ‘Chuck.’”

“Grandfather?” Clint raises his eyebrows.

“God has a fucking pen name?”

“Grandfather!?”

“Why does ‘Chuck Shurley’ sound familiar?” Nat tapped her finger on the table as she tried to remember.

“Grandfather!?”

“He wrote a shit ton of books based on our lives,” Dean shook his head. “He called it ‘Supernatural.’”

“Grandfather!?”

Wanda sucked in a breath and looked at Nat. “I think we read one of the books during a girl’s night.”

“GRANDFATHER!?” Clint was shouting now.

“My father is Lucifer. I’m a Nephilim,” Jack unhelpfully explained. Bucky swore that every time they tried to explain something, more questions would arise.

“Please explain,” Tony groaned and rubbed his head.

“A Nephilim is—”

“I know what a Nephilim is. How is your father the fucking Devil?”

“My mother was Kelly Kline,” the young man said before he was interrupted again.

“Wasn’t she President Rooney’s aide?” Steve asked.

“Yes. My father briefly possessed the President of the United States.” Jack was only met with silence as the Avengers tried to wrap their head around the very large info dump. Bucky could see (Y/N) trying to hide a smirk. “He got my mother pregnant. She died giving birth to me.”

“I thought she only died in 2017?”

“This kiddo is only seven years old.” (Y/N) placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“I need a break.” Tony placed his head on the table.

“I’ll get some beers,” Dean offered and left the room.

~*~

You walked over to Bucky with your beer in hand. He gave you a charming smile as you sat down in the chair that was just recently vacated by Steve.

“How are you doing?” you asked.

“Fine, I guess.” Bucky studied your face and you could feel your face warm up. “Are you some supernatural being too?”

“Nope. I’m nothing special.”

“I think you’re very special.”

“Even my brothers are more special than me,” you sighed.

“I think you’re greatly underestimating your value, doll.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. You usually hated talking about yourself but Bucky’s compliments were nice. Very nice.

“S-so do you think this is below your paygrade?”

“Sweetheart,” you blushed at the second nickname, “I think this is above my paygrade. It’s above all of our paygrades.”

“You guys deal with this stuff a lot?” Steve joined the conversation.

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrugged. “Sometimes we just go on small hunts. Some monsters would be killing people and hunters go get rid of them. For some reason, it’s always me and my brothers who have to deal with the Apocalypse or the random angel who wants to be God.”

“The Apocalypse happened?”

“We stopped the Apocalypse from happening.”

“When?”

“Way before you guys formed,” your Sam said. “Like in 2009.”

“I had just become Iron Man,” Tony shook his head, “and you guys stopped the Apocalypse?”

“Sometimes I miss the Apocalypse,” you confess. “Simpler times.”

“Definitely simpler than the fucking leviathans,” Dean agreed.

“Oh, Chuck. I hated the leviathans.”

“Let’s skip over the fact that you miss the fucking Apocalypse and move on to ‘What is a leviathan?’” Avenger Sam asked.

“We accidentally opened a portal to Purgatory in 2012 and a bunch of shapeshifting leviathans escaped.”

“Have you heard of Dick Roman?” You looked around the room at each member of the Avengers. Tony, Natasha, and Clint nodded. “He was the leviathan leader.”

“You said they were shapeshifters,” Bucky said slowly. “Did they impersonate you three and go on a killing spree?”

“Yep!” You beamed at him. You don’t know why, but it felt like a weight lifted off your chest when Bucky knew you weren’t actually a serial killer.

“You face monsters and it seems that all odds are against you,” Natasha pointed out. “You guys must be good at your jobs if you’re still alive.”

“Oh, no,” Dean corrected. You smiled. Their reaction was going to be hilarious. “All of us here have died before. Multiple times.”

The Avengers looked like fish, opening and closing their mouths as they processed the information.

“How?” Bucky looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Sammy was stabbed and I made a deal with a demon to bring him back,” Dean started. “Because of the deal, I was dragged to hell until Cas dragged my ass back out. Then there was the whole Mark of Cain thing when I became a demon.”

“The good times,” Crowley sighed as he reminisced.

“I was stuck in a time loop once where Dean died every day.” Your Sam shuddered at the memory.

“Remember when those two hunters killed you ‘cause you started the Apocalypse?” You smirk. You had missed that fateful night as you were off hunting somewhere else.

“Raphael made me explode. Then Lucifer exploded me. Then I imploded because of the leviathans. Then I was stabbed by some lady. Then Lucifer killed me again.”

“God smote me.” Jack frowned.

“Lucifer killed me twice,” Rowena said simply as she looked at her nails.

“I had to die to become a demon.”

“I was smote… smited… smoted,” you gave up and continued, “by Gadreel, an angel, when he possessed Sammy. Then I was mauled by a werewolf.” You wrinkled your nose at the memory. Honestly, you didn’t know which one was worse but you ended up in Hell both times. That was literally a pain in the ass.

“You guys really know how to throw a party,” Tony snarked.

“I don’t see how that’s a party,” Natasha responded.

“I understood that reference!” Steve said with a smile on his face.

“I don’t understand that reference.” Cas looked around, confused.

You sighed and changed the topic, “Do you have any more questions?”

“Well, yes,” Avenger Sam said. “But I don’t think I have the mental capacity for any of the answers.

“That’s for sure,” you heard Bucky say. You let out a snort and Avenger Sam glared at both of you.

“Then it’s time for you all to leave,” Dean announced. “Thanks for stopping by and drinking our beer, but now we have to get back to work.”

“Yes,” Steve agreed and stood up. “We have some work to do as well.”

The Avengers made their way back into the map room and up the metal staircase. They said goodbye one by one and left the bunker until only Bucky was left.

“I hope I’ll see you again,” you said and held out your hand.

“I hope so too.” He took your hand with both of his. How did you not notice his left hand, and possibly arm, was metal? “I want to learn more about you and your work.”

“You know where I live now. See you ‘round, Bucky.”

He smiled, dropped your hand, and gave you one last wave before he left. You knew you had a stupid smile on your face, but for once you let yourself be happy. You stood there for a minute before Rowena broke the silence.

“I thought they’d never leave!” she exclaimed. “I just wanted to play with the Magicae Libro.” A moment of silence. “Where is the Magicae Libro?”

“Where’s Crowley?” Jack asked and you all looked around the library.

“Aw, fuck!”

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bitegore · 3 years

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1, 7, 44, 50 for rex (and any other ocs you wanna do)?

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Rex’s full name is Rezkierelayxl, because when I was coming up with the closerverse dragon culture i was really vibing with the idea that the names are like. theirs, picked out by them, and they keep their real names hidden except with maybe like a close friend or significant other. Rex is honestly a nonsense word for him*. Someone else picked it out and he was just like “yeah ok i didnt like my old name very much” Of course in the metatextual version his name is rex because i had a dream where the entire closerverse story happened and that was just. his name. Didn’t really pick it out from anything other than the aether.

bc i feel like it, i’m also adding Taz, whose full name is. shit. idk. who even cares its just long and basically alphabet soup with a whole bunch of unrelated syllables in there, and his name is “Tazryx” which roughly translates to “Freedom” in my dragon language conlang. this is ironic. for reasons. his name also fell out of the aether, but like with meaning intact.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

Rex? HAHAHAHAHAHA NO. He had like a few friends as a child but they got murdered and then he was like [angst and brooding] and then he made new friends but they were frankly awful people and he killed like two of them and was like [angst and brooding x5] and now he just has like. no friends. a few acquaintances, his ten billion cousins and assorted relatives, and like 2 immortal demigods who are bound to keep him alive that he’s like sort of friends with but not really

Taz? Yeah. But like half of them are dead now and he’s veeeeery smad about it. he channels that and constructs a city. it is very cool and like half the plot of the book

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

For Rex, it’s highly dependent on location; he prefers spring in foresty areas and summer in desert types. He likes being human in thunderstorms and being a dragon in dry heat. He’s not really great in either extreme in his human form, but he’s really bad with cold in his dragon form, and he complains LOUDLY AND OFTEN about snow. It is his opinion that snow is the worst thing that the sky could ever drop on them. (He’s probably been hit by a meteorite for saying that and still adamantly thinks that snow is worse.)**

Taz hates winter. He doesn’t really care much for any season (summer is too hot, spring is too rainy, fall is too chilly) but he like reaaaaally doesn’t like winter. His favorite ‘season’ is like 1 week in the middle of late spring. He’s awful in both the cold and the heat and whines long and hard about both. He mostly complains about inclement weather, though; if it’s sunny he’ll suck it up and be like “yeah ok this is kinda nice actually” eventually

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

oh this one is actually canon-relevant, thank you! according to him, rex’s essential travel bag contains:

at least two knives, one for hurting people and one for skinning animals

between five hundred and a thousand dollars cash in local money***

some sort of tradeable good in case he doesnt have the right local money. this is typically just another knife or two

a small bottle of something to drink for the trip because he doesn’t want to buy alcohol in places he doesnt know

two changes of clothes

condoms

and apparently sometimes he’ll also bring letters from people but he pretty much doesn’t have stuff that he’d take with him while traveling. even if he had to literally uproot his whole life the only difference would be the quantity of knives coming with him (upwards of like 200. hobbyist knifemaker in a blacksmithing clan = collecting lots and lots of knives and he only sells them sometimes). he also has like... a coat with many pockets full of knicknacks that he keeps on him at all times but those are like it.

Taz would bring like. clothing, food, water, and a whole bunch of knicknacks like. books and toys and shit. and then discover that he didnt have any of the things he needed and call someone in the middle of the night like “heeeeeyyyyyy i forgot to bring ANY money and i need to buy a TOOTHBRUSH, pls come take me home :(” and his poor siblings would have to mobilize to go rescue his stupid ass.

He’d call like, probably clothing and whatever hobby he’s on at the moment his essentials but he’d be wrong. his actual essentials are not his two-week hyperfixations, he is just [jazzhands] undiagnosed untreated adhd and based heavily off my untreated shortsighted self

*closerverse is like a thousand odd years after the apocalypse and rex is like uneducated. he doesn’t know latin. the people who picked his name did and they find it incredibly ironic for reasons he doesn’t know but would laugh at if he did know

**The gods of his world canonically do not like him very much and they would absolutely be like “hey now. snow is nice. fuck you. see how you like THIS” and then, because Rex never ever, ever, EVER does what they want, is just like “...that sucked. OH GOD IS IT FUCKING SNOWING, can’t i EVER catch a break!” and then brin and deva are just like [facepalm] and the entirety of the abyss curses his name and the bets they’ve placed on him again

***there are no banks in the closerverse. there are like fifty different systems of currency in the continental america alone at different exchange rates, many don’t consider other currencies valid, there is almost no standard, and its just a nightmare to deal with having the wrong currency.

#red replies #ask game #ty for sending this! i didnt quite expect to get anything ngl #it was nice #also like if you want me to add other ocs ill do them too :3 #anonymous

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corescorner · 4 years

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Deadicated Chapter One.

A dark comedy zombie apocalypse Sanders Sides fic.

AO3

Word count: 2100

The outbreak started in the middle of winter. It was an icy day outside, too much so that Remus almost breaks his neck multiple times while running to his apartment. But run he had to; zombies littered the streets.

Getting into his apartment foyer and unlocking the door into the main hall to get to the elevator was an ordeal.

The ice might have sucked for him to run on, but it at least didn’t make things easy for the zombies either.

He paces in the elevator as it ascends to the top floor where he lives with his brother and his brothers boyfriend/his best friend.

The elevator door opens and Remus steps out slowly looking both ways before rushing to his door, then stops.

What if they’re zombies? He’s going to have to kill his brother and best friend!

He slowly turns the handle and peeks inside, the television is playing some Disney movie, Roman and Damien are seemingly asleep on the couch.

Remus slowly and silently creeps into the room and then hurriedly goes into hisroom to get his morning star (he got it at a ren fair a couple years ago to everyone’s dismay, but who’s gonna be laughing now when he beats zombie ass with it huh?)

He sneaks back into the living room, morning star at the ready. He whistles loudly to get the two (hopefully not zombies) to wake up.

Both jump awake, Roman falling to the floor with a squawk.

“What the hell Re?!” Roman shouts rubbing his nose in pain.

Dee is staring at him, wary and amused.

“I think your brother has finally snapped.”

Roman looks at his boyfriend “what are you talking-“ he looks at Remus “-abOUT REMUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Oh good” Remus sighs and lowers his weapon “you’re not zombies.”

The boyfriends look at each other with twin looks of confusion then to Remus in concern.

Roman gets up slowly, walking towards Remus like he’s a startled animal, they don’t have time for this they need to make plans and think about the freakin zombie apocalypse!

“Remus, are you alright?” Roman slowly asks, Remus rolls his eyes.

“Uh, yea but we won’t be soon” he gestures to the window.

“What do you mean by that?” Dee asks.

“Zombies! Why do you think I have my morning star? I was making sure you’re not zombies!” He throws his hands up in the air, taking the morning star with the motion and making the other two flinch away.

“Okay, okay just be carful with that thing!” Roman shouts.

Dee gets up and moves to the window, Roman puts his hands on his hips.

“You’re seriously not going to entertain the idea of this zombie thing are you?” He directs at his boyfriend.

Dee just stares wide eyed at the scene before him.

It’s a ridiculous notion, that zombies would actually exist, and yet here Damien is staring out of his fourth floor apartment at a small cluster of what has to be zombies (cause what else would they be?)slip on the icy road outside.

Roman and Remus are arguing in the background.

“Seriously, put that thing away before you hurt someone!”

“Um! I’m gonna be hurting zombies!”

“Zombies do not exist!”

“Look outside dipshit!”

“I’m not going to be fooled into one of you’re tricks.”

“Roman” Dee whispers, neither brother hears.

“Uuugh! I’m not fucking with you this time!”

“Okay sure, you just want me to believe that zombies are roaming the streets right now?”

“Yes! Cause it’s true!”

“Roman!” Dee says louder and both brothers look towards him. His face must convey the horror he feels cause Roman falls silent, his own face contorts to something Remus can’t put an emotion to.

Roman slowly walks to the window to stare out at the chaos. He shakes his head wildly, backing up and bumping into Remus, he jumps in fright and whirls on his twin with a manic look in his eyes.

He’s speechless, what is there to say about this situation?

Dee comes up to him slowly and wraps Roman in a hug.

“Don’t wanna say I told ya so, buuuuut like” Remus shrugs and motions to the window again.

“No, no no, this is a bad dream. This can not be happening, zombies aren’t a thing!”

Dee hums a soothing tone in Roman’s ear, Roman doesn’t take kindly to it.

He breaks himself out of the embrace, starts to pace and then turns to the other two, he feels like he’s about to explode! How are they so calm about this? Their world just changed! There are zombies for fucks sake!

“Why are you not freaking out with me?!” Roman yells.

Remus scowls, Dee just sighs.

“Roman, Starlight, Darling-” Dee starts as he walks towards a shaking Roman “-there’s nothing to do about it, yes it’s more than not ideal, but it’s a thing that has now happened and we need to deal with it as such.”

Roman scoffs “Yes, Okay sure! But can we not have a little freak out moment here! Everything has just changed and I don’t know if we can survive something like this!”

Remus has had enough of this, he goes to his room and rummages through his closet, he pulls out his large camping backpack and gets to work on making a getaway bag.

He moves around the apartment to gather up supplies, when he passes the living room to get to the kitchen he sees Roman shaking in Dee’s arms, he stops and rustles his bag.

“I suggest you two do the same thing, we have enough to survive here for a little while longer and we can go on runs to the store down the street if we absolutely need to but we should all have a getaway bag just in case.”

Dee nods while rubbing Roman’s back, the actor isn’t crying but he is shaking violently.

Roman stares at Remus like he’s seeing him for the first time.

“Re, how can you be so nonchalant about this?”

Remus sighs, moving towards his brother and hugging him.

“Look, Ro. Do you remember when we were kids and we were playing that silly game and you insisted you wanted to be the prince and since you were older you got to have the title?”

Roman nods, so Remus continues.

“Well, I said if I can’t be the prince I’ll just be your knight instead? Even though I so totally could have just as well stayed as duke?”

Roman nods again.

“That’s what I’m doing here, I’m stepping down a rank to be the knight until you can get your shit together.”

Roman lets out a small laugh “yea, okay. I’ll be back as the prince soon enough... just let me process a little longer?”

Remus nods “yea sure, we’ll rule again once you feel up for it Broman.”

“It’s a good thing we’re on the top floor” Dee points out.

The brothers look at him.

“What? I’m just saying, the poor shmucks on the bottom floor must be having a really bad time right about now.”

Remus laughs at that and Roman just scrunches his face a bit.

“Should we check the floor?” Roman asks in a whisper.

Remus hums “mmm, probably, we might get some supplies from looting” he says offhandedly then perks up a little bit, in a more joyful tone he says: “looting! I’ve always wanted to loot things in an apocalypse scenario!”

Dee chuckles “silver linings I suppose.”

As Dee gets together his bag, Roman following his lead, he jerks up like he just remembered something.

“I have to call our father!” Roman yells.

Remus, from the other room groans.

They haven’t spoken to Romulus in years, he doesn’t see why this should be any different, it’s not like they can get to him from where he’s probably all the way at the other end of the earth doing who knows what.

“No point Ro, he’s probably on some secluded island right now!” Remus yells.

Roman sighs, he supposes Remus is right. It’s not like he’d do the same for them. He hasn’t really been there for them much.

Dee picks up his own phone with a sick look on his face.

“Oh god, I hope Thomas is okay” he says lowly dialling his brothers number.

It rings once. Twice. Three times. Come on Thomas! Four times, the line picks up before Dee can hurl his phone across the room.

“Heya short stuff! Thomas is in the shower what can I do ya for?”

Dee sighs in relief.

“Remy, you and my brother need to not go outside, but scope out your place, please just trust me when I tell you the next thing I know it’s going to sound crazy but you need to trust me okay?” He rushes out.

“Sure thing Dee, what’s wrong?”

“Well, there’s no easy way to say this... the zombie apocalypse has come” he waits a beat for a response, but none comes. “Rem? Are you there?”

“Listen, that is like, super not cool to spring on a guy.”

“Remy, please you have to believe me” He pleas with his brother in law.

He hears noise on the other side, a sliding door opening he realizes.

“Remington! I swear to god if you become a zombie and kill my brother I’m going to find a way to bring you back and kill you myself!”

Remy laughs a little bit “chill babe, there’s a fence around the house.”

He hears Thomas’ voice faintly “who you calling babe on myphone?”

“Just your little bro” Remy answers and he hears Thomas fake gasp in shock.

“You’re cheating on me with my brother! Well, I’m sure Roman would gladly take me instead after both of us gets our hearts broken.”

Dee sighs, as much as he enjoys these moments and who knows when they’ll get more like this he needs them to take this seriously right now.

“Remy! Zombie! Apocalypse! Happening right now!” He shouts.

“Oh, right. Sure. Thomas your brother says a zombie apocalypse is happening.”

Good, Thomas will believe him.

He hears scuffling then the phone jostles and Thomas is on the line.

“Dee, are you sure?” He asks

“Yes” he hisses “of course I am, I’m watching them fumble around on the ice as we speak!”

When they were younger, they had a zombie movie marathon, both of them got unabashedly terrified of the prospect of it actually happening so they made a secret pact with each other, if one ever actually happens they have to tell the other and they’d believe them no matter what. It was a silly promise between children but both of them took it seriously, even in adulthood.

“Damien you have to come to Florida. I have a bunker we can stay there for however long we need, bring Roman and his brother too!”

Dee laughs out loud “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. But you have a bunker? Since when?”

“We have a bunker?” He hears Remy exclaim in the background.

“Uh, yea my paranoia got the best of me there, but! It’s a good thing it did cause I can sustain at least ten people for about five years in that thing!”

“I’ll talk to the twins” he says, Thomas let’s out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, I don’t know how long we’ll be able to stay in touch for. Please be carful Damien, I cant loose you.”

“Nor I you” Dee says back, both brothers hang up at the same time.

Thomas starts to gather up all that he can to bring it to the shed out back, which houses the bunkers secret entryway.

Remy follows his instructions without complaint, he kinda enjoys when Thomas gets all authoritative anyway.

When Dee turns around after his call, he sees Roman and Remus staring at him.

“We’re going to Florida” he simply says.

“I’m guessing Thomas is okay then?” Roman asks.

“Yes, and crazy as it may be he has a pretty well stocked bunker.”

“Sweet.” Remus comments.

“It’s not going to be easy to get to Florida” Roman says.

“No, but I’m sure we can do it” Dee says, semi lying. He does think it will be hard to do and he’s not sure that they’re going to be able to do it unscathed, but they have to try and they need their spirits up, so Dee will lie as much as he can to make them not loose hope. Cause really, all they have right now is hope.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #emile picani #remy sanders #intrulogicality #roceit #intrulogical #logicality #moduke #sleepmas #zombie apocolypse au #deadicated au #coresfic

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foofygoldfish · 4 years

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stolen from @chyrstis, but i was technically tagged a few times a while back

doing this for my lovely bbs, elizabeth and tess, and answering it as them! or trying to, this might just be elizabeth because... how do i write tess

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? tess - i don’t get loud often. in general and in anger. i uh.. learned to push that down. or deal with it in better ways.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? neither of us would. we’ve been through so much - it’s just... not going to happen.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? okay, i know i just said neither of us would - and we still wouldn’t - but we might go on a long walk, or out on a patrol or something while in the middle of an argument.

Who trashes the house? neither of us. we don’t really have much stuff to trash, anyways.

Do either of them get physical? nope.

How often do they argue/disagree? not often - if we do, it’s over little things - tess likes to make the bed in the morning, i don’t see the point, that kind of thing. nothing major.

Who is the first to apologize? me. i’ve lost people before when we had been in an argument - i’ll never forgive myself for that.

SEX

Who is on top? oh jeez. okay so. we don’t.. really? i’m not that interested in sex.

Who is on the bottom? that being said, tess knows what she’s doing.

Who has the strangest desires? i.... well, i guess it’d have to be tess, just by process of elimination (tess: hey i’m not that strange)

Any kinks? oh tess definitely has a few and uh... i think i might be willing to try some of them, but you’re not getting any of that out of me, nope - oh tess, get that fucking smile off your face--

Who’s dominant in bed? ..... (she looks at tess)

Is head ever in the equation? uh

If so, who is better at performing it? well tess is more experienced in everything so

Ever had sex in public? god no - i mean tess said she thought about it a few times on our way here, which technically was in public, but we’ve never done anything

Who moans the most? tess here. it’s definitely not me.

Who leaves the most marks? tess again. also not me...

Who is the more experienced of the two? hi, i’m back - i think i already said this? definitely tess.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? no

Rough or soft? noooooo

How long do they usually last? (elizabeth is slowly turning brighter red)

Is protection used? (even brighter)

Does it ever get boring? no

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? i -- oh, lord, don’t tell tilly but, we had a moment in the hay loft once. it wasn’t like... full sex, but hands were definitely in pants and uh - please don’t tell tilly

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/or have children? it’s not really something we’re actively planning on, but we aren’t opposed to it - if there’s a kid that needs us, we will happily take them in.

If so, how many children do they want/have? ...no specific number? i don’t think we would want more than three or four in the house at a time, particularly if they’re younger - neither of us like babies - but we don’t think we’ll stop fostering kids just because we get old. (a note: they adopt at least one kid - his name is ryan)

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? me - i mean, tess likes it too, if i go to bed before her, i’ll wake up with her spooning me.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? .... tess, though i’ll admit, sometimes i tease her....

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? absolutely tess. i like holding hands too, but, yeah, tess. especially when we’re home.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? uh, it depends on our bladders, honestly

Who gives the most kisses? i think we’re tied? tess likes to smooch my head while i’m doing dishes, but i’ll give her kisses when we’re watching a movie or something.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? we both like movie nights - just the two of us, nobody else is allowed. Tess makes some popcorn and I get everything set up and — oh the next question

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? as I was saying - we cuddle on the couch and watch whatever terrible movie we’ve found! I like it. It’s cozy

How often do they get time to themselves? not as much as we would like - we’re both pretty busy, between patrols and our other jobs in town. I always try and get us scheduled for patrols together, but it doesn’t always work... I feel safer when she has my back, which sounds silly?

SLEEPING

Who snores? t: Elizabeth. holy shit Elizabeth. E: I don’t snore!!! You do!!! (Cue argument - Tess snores. Elizabeth mumbles.

If both do, who snores the loudest? oh see the last question

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? ever since we admitted that there was something going on, we have shared a bed. at first I said it was more practical, specially when we first got here and were couch surfing until our little house was ready for us, but now I just... need her near. She helps with nightmares.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? I always wake up with Tess’s arms around me. Tess has told me that I “koala” on her sometimes...

What do they wear to bed? Tess doesn’t usually wear anything - in the winter she’ll wear a warmer pj set, but most of the year, nothing. I like to have at least a nightgown, if not pants too. Hard to shake the feeling of needing to be ready to get up and go at all hours, y’know?

Are either of them insomniacs? we both are, honestly.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? eh, sleeping pills aren’t really a thing anymore? there are days where i’d kill for some benadryl, though.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? tess says that i’m a koala.

Who wakes up with bed hair? me. i always mean to braid my hair before bed, but i never remember

Who wakes up first? we don’t really have any sort of consistent sleep schedule? sometimes tess will wake up first, sometimes i will, it usually depends on how late we were out the night before and what we have to do that day.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? tess - i am a chronic burner of breakfast food.

What is their favourite sleeping position? i like being the little spoon. it’s soothing to have tess curled up around me

Do they set an alarm each night? not every night - only if we have to be up in the morning.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? we don’t have room! we have a little one in the living room, but that’s it. our house is pretty small - i think ellie’s place might have more square footage, and she’s in a converted garage... we’ve been looking for a bigger place, but we know it’s better for families to have a big house when it’s just the two of us. if or when we have kids - then we’ll definitely upgrade. that house would really depend on if they already have a tv in the bedroom - without like, netflix or blockbuster and cable, there’s not really a point in watching tv from bed?

Who has nightmares? well - we both do. i have them more often than tess, though. hers are usually after the rougher patrols. mine are... well, i either have a nightmare or a weird-ass dream. it’s not often that i just don’t dream.

Who has ridiculous dreams? oh - me.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? tess here - i’m amazed that such a tiny person can take up so much of our bed. we have a queen size bed and she takes up most of it! she’s like a damn cat.

Who makes the bed? tess again. elizabeth mentioned this earlier - i like having it made. makes the room look cleaner. she doesn’t see the point in taking the time if we’re only going to be in it again in a few hours.

What time is bed time? hi, elizabeth again! it’s usually whenever we get home or whenever we’re tired. if it’s one of our off days, we might stay up till one or two in the morning watching movies, and if it’s a patrol day, we usually just go to bed as soon as we get home. for the longer patrols, at least.

Any routines/rituals before bed? not really. feed the cats, shower, pass the fuck out, that’s about it.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? uh. hi. i don’t like waking up.

WORK

Who is the busiest? we both are, just in different ways? tess goes out on a lot of patrols and works at the guard posts, and i do patrols and work in the barns.

Who rakes in the highest income? money isn’t really a thing here - pretty much everything is trade or work based.

Are any of them unemployed? nope - we keep ourselves busy.

Who takes the most sick days? uh - we both have to be forced to not work when we’re sick.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? ...me. i oversleep. a lot.

Who sucks up to their boss? uh, well - i suppose... neither of us? we might sweet talk maria into letting us go out together, but that’s about it.

What are their jobs? oh, i already said that, oops!

Who stresses the most? me. it’s... hard to not? tess doesn’t believe me when i say that boston sounds like a dream compared to the detroit qz. it’s hard to break some of those habits.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? i like mine - working with the animals is closer to what i wanted to do before the outbreak than what my parents were trying to get me to do.

Are they financially stable? again - money’s not really a thing here. we’re comfortable.

HOME

Who does the washing? we take turns - we both hate doing it. i’ve been trying to find a functional washing machine somewhere, but no dice.

Who takes out the trash? our rule is whoever notices it deals with it.

Who does the ironing? oh fuck ironing, haha. it’s the apocalypse, who has time for that?

Who does the cooking? we both are good at different things - i suck at breakfast foods, but i’m good at making stews and stuff.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? uh. there’s a reason i’m not allowed to make eggs.

Who is messier? me. oops. oh - tess shut up, i admitted it! she’s grumbling at me.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? oh i never mean to - i think about it and then get distracted on my way out the door...

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? we’re both pretty good at getting stuff into our laundry baskets, actually.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? it - oh tess is laughing at me now - i forget sometimes. but only when i get up in the middle of the night and i’m just barely awake.

Who is the prankster around the house? tess.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? cars aren’t really a thing anymore - we have a few in town, but nobody uses them. i have a reputation with - well, everyone - that if they misplace their tack then they don’t get to ride again until they find it, so honestly, most people in town are good at keeping track of that.

Who mows the lawn? a neighbor kid.

Who answers the telephone? not gonna lie, i don’t miss phones. at all. fuck phone calls. they were horrible.

Who does the vacuuming? i miss my roomba. we mostly just sweep now - the carpet in this house was nasty when we moved in, so we ripped it up immediately and put in hardwood.

Who does the groceries? we both do - the store in town isn’t really like krogers or glens used to be - well, actually, it is kinda like glens, just with more fresh vegetables and meat. anyways that’s not the point - we both pick things up whenever we’re running low. if we both need to go, we either go together, or i send tess with a list.

Who takes the longest to shower? i do, haha - it’d be even worse if we had a bathtub.

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? nope - like i’ve said, money isn’t a thing.

How many cars do they own? cars? none. horses? several.

Do they own their home or do they rent? both? it’s complicated.

Do they live in the city or in the country? i mean - jackson is technically a city

Do they enjoy their surroundings? very much so. i think i would have liked it here before the outbreak, too - mountain life is nice.

What’s their song? we... don’t... have one? i’ve never really thought about it, honestly.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? normal stuff? i - what do people normally say? we aren’t the “constantly attached at the hip” type of couple, we both have our own lives.

Where did they first meet? hah - when tess looked like fucking death. back in boston, at the capitol - right after her oh-so-noble showdown with the military, i pulled her stupid - yes tess, stupid - ass to safety and patched her up. i was ready to - well, y’know - if she turned, but she didn’t. didn’t think i’d end up hiking across the country with her.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? i - fuck, okay so tess? she has excellent impulse control. i have a weakness for cookies. they’re very good, okay?

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? assets? like, -- wait you mean like - god, neither of us.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? i am very clumsy and tess thinks it’s hilarious. it’s almost annoying...

Any mental issues? uh. yeah. shit’s rough, y’know? we both - we both have our fair share of issues.

Who’s terrified of bugs? i’m not terrified, but i’m not a fan either...

Who kills the spiders around the house? tess is always kind enough to peacefully evacuate spiders from the premises.

Their favourite place? we have a little overlook that we like to go to - i’m not telling you where it is though, i don’t want tilly stealing it...

Who pays the bills? no bills, thank god.

Do they have any fears for their future? who doesn’t?

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? tess. i’ll take her out to dinner, but she’ll make one for us.

Who’s the tallest? i - it’s - it’s really not hard to be taller than me. i’m 4′11 on a good day...

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? tess. she tried that once and scared the shit out of me.

Who wanders around in their underwear? if we’re home alone? we both will, specially in the summer. god i miss aircon.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? me.

What do they tease each other about? a lot.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? i think tess would laugh if she saw how i dressed before the outbreak, honestly - nowadays we pretty much wear whatever fits. or is practical.

Who crushed first? i uh - i think i was the first to have a proper crush? tess told me she thought i was cute when we first met, but honestly, she was covered in blood, i was too distracted by that to think about if she was cute or not.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? not that i know?

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? tess - i don’t drink.

Who swears the most? yes.

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hawkfurze · 4 years

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FCND Drabble: Sacremento

I wanted to figure out more of Griffin’s dynamic with the rest of Rush’s team and already had some characters in mind, but had an idea for this. This is some time after Griffin is made Security Captain, but years before FCND. I don’t really do much drabbles outside of given prompts, so I hope you like it.

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It has become a sort of ritual for them. It was just to hard to keep track what day it was and time has lost any significant meaning outside of the shifting of night and day and the changing of seasons that slowly became years. Days were not given names anymore, neither were months, but the people of Rush’s group could still count the number of days that went by. Every seven days they sat around the old bonfire pit late into the night, after all the work that week was done, just to chat. They never had to worry about the horrible winters of the post apocalypse in Sacramento and the fire always kept the chill of the night air away, so long as they didn’t stray too far for too long away from it.

Rush had just tucked Mila away to bed and had regrouped with the rest of his companions at the pit. Griffin watched him sit down and grab a beer that was handed to him by Barnes. He sighed and leaned back. Someone tried to hand Griffin a bottle, but he shook his head.

“Suit yourself, man,” Benjy, one of the other members on his security team, grinned, then placed it down on the dirt next to him, “Leaves more for me.”

“You’re welcomed to it,” Griffin wrinkled his nose and looked back at the conversation they were having.

Rush had walked in on them talking about what they missed most about the world before the Collapse. Griffin didn’t have much to say and was rather enjoying listening to Francis wistfully talking about the restaurants he misses going to. Griffin didn’t speak much when everyone started talking about the old world.

He didn’t have much to say about the sorry excuse of a life he was living before. What interesting thing could he even bring into the conversation, that he worked on the toll road? That his friends left him? Everyone else had much more interesting stories about the world before it ended thirteen years ago, his own story only even really started after the Collapse. He didn’t have much to contribute because there was nothing he missed, nothing that wasn’t already there with them at that bonfire.

The conversation slowly started moving into everyone piping in with their favorite missed dish, when Bea spoke.

“Hey, Griffin, why don’t you miss the old world?” She asked. Bea was another member of his security team, maybe something more than that? Griffin’s face started to burn and he shook his head. It always surprised him when she popped questions out like that, like she knew what he was thinking at that moment.

“What's there to miss?” He answered honestly, “I had a crummy job and lived in a crummy city. At least now I don’t have to have someone telling me how to live my life. I prefer things like this.”

“A job, you’re describing having a job,” Benjy said, “You’re describing moving from one job to a new one.”

Griffin laughed.

“Yeah, but there's got to be something you miss,” Bea insisted, “What about your friends and your family? What about them?”

Griffin shrugged again.

“I don’t know what happened to them,” he admitted, “All of my old high school friends left New York before the Collapse and most of the rest of my family lives in Iran. My parents are dead, and that's about it.”

Griffin looked up at the sky where a few stars were shining, then back down when he realized everyone was silent.

“What?” He asked. Benjy shook his head.

“You’re just so… casual, about all of this,” he said, “fuck, I was just talking about missing pizza-“

“I’m not keeping you from talking about missing pizza,” Griffin laughed, but no one laughed with him.

“Didn’t you ever want to go looking for them?” Bea asked, staring at him intently, her brown eyes practically piercing through him. He met them for a moment and looked away.

“Yeah, maybe. Sometimes, I don’t know,” he said, “It’s kind of too late anyway, if they didn’t kick the bucket, like, where would I even start, and then go? Collapse happened a long time ago they probably forgot about me.”

The group was silent around him. Bea looked sympathetic.

“I miss my dad,” Benjy said, and laughed, “Damn bastard wanted to leave the world kicking and fighting. I bet he was standing there, hands raised-“ at this Benjy raised his hand in a mock fighting pose, and slowly threw out a fist like he was hitting something in slow motion, “-ready to knock the damn nukes out of the sky himself. God I fucking miss him.”

“Sounds like a hard ass,” Barnes said. Benjy nodded.

“Oh yeah, but he scared the shit out of everyone. Good for me though, no idiot ever wanted to pick a fight with me in school, not when my dad could beat up their dad. He taught me everything I knew.”

“My dad was a doctor,” Griffin said.

“Did you want to be one?” Barnes asked. Griffin shook his head.

“Hell no. I’m too dumb for that, besides, I hated school,” Griffin said. Bea nodded.

“I wasted too much time in college and I didn’t even get my fucking degree,” she said. That made everyone laugh. Rush gave Griffin a look.

“What about you, what did you want to do?” He asked, “You were what- nineteen? Eighteen-?”

“Twenty one when the world ended,” Griffin said, suddenly uncomfortable, “I, uh, no didn’t really want to do anything except get out of the city, before then…”

“I don’t know what's bad about living in New York, sounds like a blast,” Benjy said, “You got the Eiffel Tower and shit-“

“Empire State building,” Bea corrected.

“Huh?”

“Empire State Building. The Eiffel Tower is in Paris.”

“Oh yeah, that one,” Benjy said, “Sounds cool to be able to see shit like that whenever you wanted.”

“Yeah, after pushing past the tens of thousands of people who also want to see one very tall building in the middle of a bunch of other very tall buildings,” Griffin rolled his eyes.

“You really don’t miss anything, don’t you?” Bea commented. Griffin shook his head.

“Miss my family but that's about it. I didn’t lose a lot. The city sucked and the people there too. I prefer Sacramento, at least I don’t have assholes throw their money at me every time they want to bring their car into America’s number one shitty place to own a car,” he said, “Take the subway, it’s good for two things; getting places and surviving a bomb being dropped on you.” Rush laughed.

“We’re glad you’re here anyway, Griffin,” he said. Griffin smirked.

“Happy to be here too, Captain my Captain,” Griffin replied, giving an exaggerated bow, causing Rush to roll his eyes.

The group continued to talk, swapping out stories from their youth, until the fire died down and it was late. One by one, everyone left, Bea giving Griffin a wave before she left, until Griffin was alone, the conversation from earlier that night playing in his head. He took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky, now more visible without the glare of the fire to dull it.

So much clearer than the sky in New York City.

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black-wolf066 · 4 years

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AU where Five dies young in the apocalypse part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2]

[A03 link if it’s easier to read]

Our Place to Call Home

Being homeless had never truly bothered Klaus after he had left the academy behind him. Especially not when he had chosen it of his own free will.

At the ripe age of seventeen years, four months, and twelve days old (“Yes Ben, I remember the exact date I left. No one can forget that week of utter fun; no matter how hard one tries.”), Klaus hadn’t had very many choices laid out for him to pick from. It had been either leave everything behind for the streets (where he had a better chance of making it on his own) or stay and deal with a cruel man who had never cared for him—or any of them for that matter—and never hesitated in reminding him of his uselessness in that household.

Sure, leaving would have entailed wandering into the unknown, with food, shelter and his next fix not ever being a solid guarantee, but staying hadn’t exactly been an option for him either (not after Five, and certainly not after Ben—still so very fresh in his grave at that point in time). Staying would have required him to accept the knowledge that Reginald would end up killing him—or his remaining siblings—with the missions the old man continuously forced them on.

In the end, the streets were the lesser of two evils in Klaus’ opinion.

(As he crept out late in the night with nothing more than a knapsack, three hundred some odd dollars pilfered from Luther’s shoe box hidden under the floorboard beneath his bed, and the clothes on his back; Klaus spared one fleeting thought to the rest of his brothers and sisters; hoping they too would be smart enough to leave before it was too late.)

Once out there, he—and by extension, Ben—had finally been free to do whatever he had damn well pleased. To go wherever his feet led him, without a single care in the world. Sure it hadn’t been easy; some days worse than others (a fight here, a drug deal gone south there, the lack of food or a warm place to sleep when the nights would get too cold), but he had finally been handed the reigns of his own destiny and nothing anyone could do or say would have stopped him from enjoying that high (not even a concerned Ben dogging his every step).

It took plenty of trial and error on his part (but Five wasn’t the only one capable of adaptability in the family), and plenty of months honing the skills he had learned for a different purpose then what they were originally intended for. Nevertheless, Klaus had made his new lifestyle work.

And for seven blissfully, foggy years, it did work.

Then Five up and died, came back from the future (“Called it!” “Congratulations, you’re not a complete idiot.” “Hey! I could deal without the sarcasm, Five-y, but I’ll still take the compliment!”) to haunt him, and suddenly Klaus’ blissful little world went up in figurative smoke and flames.

His lifestyle, he knew, was no longer a viable option; not with his resolve to stay relatively clean for Ben and Five’s sake. Not with the streets being a vixen of temptation he would succumb to the longer he was out there, and certainly not with the end of times looming like a distant gale in the background of what his life had apparently become.

God, no one told him being a responsible adult would suck quite this much.

(***)

“Sorry, occupancy is full.”

With a tired sigh, Klaus turned on his heel and left the shelter for the park.

“You could try another one rather than just giving up, you know. It’s not even that late out.” Five griped.

No, it wasn’t late at all, but Five didn’t know the streets like Klaus and Ben did. Five didn’t know each and every shelter within the city limit or that that particular establishment didn’t have a very reputable reputation to begin with. Herman Housing was usually the homeless’ last pick; the staff habitually rude and ill-tempered, the food border-line questionable, and the water from the showers leaving one feeling dirtier then when they first walked in. So, if Herman Housing—of all places—was full at this early hour of the day, then there was no point in wasting his time and energy trying for a bed somewhere else.

He was too tired and grumpy to communicate any of this information to Five.

Ben—bless him and his knack for knowing just what he’s thinking—voiced this for him.

“Well, you still can’t just sleep out here on the bench, Klaus.”

“Watch me.” He flopped back dramatically in his seat for added effect and grinned as Five looked for all the world like a riled cat.

“Klaus,” Ben cut in sharply before the argument could start. “You saw the news at Griddy’s. A blizzard’s coming and it’s going to be bad. Just go to Diego or Vanya, please—you know they won’t turn you away.”

No, they wouldn’t (not with the incoming threat of four feet of snow looming on the horizon), but his wounds were still fresh from their blatant dismissal when he tried to tell them Five had finally showed up to haunt his pathetic ass. It shouldn’t hurt, not when none of them every really believed him to begin with (even before Ben), but it did and still does. Ghosts were his thing after all, it shouldn’t have been that hard to believe. Sure, the drugs fundamentally nulled his powers almost completely, but his siblings should know by now that nothing he put in his system would stop Ben—or Five or any of them—from manifesting if they wanted too. His siblings were just that right side of stubborn pain in the asses that Klaus hoped none of the other spirits ever caught on too or he’d really be in trouble.

As the temperature continued to drop, and his brothers continued to pester and hound him like the mother hens they freaking were; he threw up his hands in defeat with a frustrated “Fine, I’m moving, I’m moving, you happy?”

He went to Diego.

(***)

The next incident, was just two weeks before Vanya would begin writing her book (not that Klaus would know that). It was just a normal night, the chill not as biting despite it being the dead of winter, when Klaus’ past actions finally came to bite him annoyingly in the ass.

He fought as hard as he could—he can honestly say that he did try—against his ruthless ex-drug dealer, but hand to hand combat had never been one of his strong suits growing up, and even if it had been; eight pitted against one simply wasn’t a fair fight (and a little over kill if you asked him). Being nimble and light on his feet also didn’t help when his exits were being blocked at every turn.

He managed to take out one fellow and roughed up two more before he was down for the count; knocked out cold and still being beaten and shaken down for what little money he had left in his pockets.

Ben and Five watched it all happen fearfully and angrily; helpless to do anything but be silent witnesses as their brother was beaten black and blue in the alley he was chased into.

When he eventually, and thankfully, awoke the next morning, he didn’t go to the Emergency room despite their concerned prompting (“You could be bleeding internally, Klaus!” “Don’t care, Ben, still not going.” “You’re a dumb-ass, you know that?” “Why thank you, Five.” “That’s not a compliment asshole, go to the damn hospital!” “Nope.” “You are insufferable!”). Hospitals were as bad as graveyards, and Klaus avoided them both like they would give him the plague.

Instead, in the early hours of the morning, with the streets and sidewalks still quiet with the sun not yet out to wake the living; he shuffled and limped his way slowly and blurrily towards Vanya’s home; her apartment being closer than Diego’s place of current residence or an emergency room either way.

Vanya took him to the hospital anyway.

(***)

Within a span of five months after the incident, bouncing from homeless shelter to endless homeless shelter (occasionally crashing at Diego’s or Vanya’s when the nagging got to be too much) and applying for whatever aid the government would be willing to give him; found Klaus with his very own studio apartment to call home.

The building was washed out and unkempt, the neighborhood he was located in looking as though it had never seen what better days even looked like. The apartment itself made even his old room seem bigger, but it was affordable with the temporary grant given to him (and would continue to be affordable once he found a job to better sustain himself) and that was enough for him.

No matter how small, it was his, and between the three of them, they filled it with everything their father would have hated. With bright colors, tacky furniture (that was cheap, and well used, but still comfortable to sink into) and wacky patterned curtains, pillows and throws, that shouldn’t normally go together but somehow Klaus had made work (despite Ben’s and Five’s obvious doubt before seeing it themselves).

Ben finally had the library of his dreams. It wasn’t nearly as big as the one back at the mansion, but it was an ever growing collection that Klaus continued to enable (sure he had to hold open the books for Ben to read, but if it made the book-worm happy, he was willing to do it; a small price to pay for all the shit he’s put him through over the years). There was even a section for Five’s theory and mathematical volumes and an even smaller section for Klaus’ own collection (nothing noteworthy, just a few comics and fictional works of fantasy and romance).

The rest of Ben’s knick-knacks were just as random and odd as Klaus’, but the Polaroid camera and the photo albums Klaus began to fill up for him; were definitely among Ben’s top favorites.

In the beginning it was hard to figure out what Klaus could bring home for Five to make him feel included. Five’s interests geared more toward having to be tangible to do them (much to his displeasure). That still didn’t stop Klaus from buying the chalkboard easel he later found at a second hand store, and on days when Five would get restless and fidgety, Klaus would humor him for a few hours and write whatever complicated and convoluted equations he wanted written out on that very same easel (“No Five, I’m not writing on the walls.” “I don’t care if there isn’t enough space left on the chalkboard, you aren’t gonna be of any help when I have to paint over it now will you?”). He ends up buying another chalkboard and a white board to appease the irritable gremlin.

The dart board he had found not long after, had also been a nice addition as well; it wasn’t as nice as the one Five had back in his old room, but it still played a melancholy homage it (to the fonder memories Five had of challenging Ben or Diego or Klaus during their down time between training—more so Ben and Klaus, since Diego’s power was essentially cheating).

Ben and Klaus also learned—along with Five himself it would seem—that the forever stuck thirteen-year-old held an interest for anything nautical or tropical in nature; having seen him eye certain pieces every time they’d walk into some of the antique stores Klaus liked to frequent.

The spyglass, the random colorful sea shells, the oceanic themed paintings, and the little anchor shaped paper weight— the metallic object situated on Five’s side of the bookshelf—went without much fanfare, but that was okay, the smile on his brother’s face when he placed them in their home was reward enough.

Their place might not be much worth noting—maybe even a little crazy, and a little over-crowded with nonsensical junk to the outside looking in—and though his brothers really didn’t need the space or any of the knick-knacks Klaus continued to buy for them; it was their home regardless.

It was the home the three of them were making for themselves and it was enough.

(Oh, and they bought a coffee machine that Klaus honestly has no idea he will even use, but said why the hell not anyway ‘cause fuck you dad!)

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fortunatelylori · 5 years

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J0nereys in Winterfell: Let’s make this as uncomfortable as possible for everyone, shall we?

Right before the premiere, the Ds decided to stoke the dying ambers of the J0nereys relationship by saying that they didn’t have time to develop Jon and D*ny’s relationship in season 7, despite dedicating almost 5 episodes to it. But, now, they say, now we’re really going to see Jon and D*ny’s relationship blossom.

So let’s see how Jon and D*ny spend their time now that they’re “together, together”. (lolz ... they sound like toddlers).

Jon and D*ny share 5 scenes in this episode and they run the gambit from the strange and ridiculous to the deeply, deeply disturbing. And as with most of their scenes, they’re never really alone. Something always encroaches on the relationship in order to add another new layer of just sheer and utter desolation.

The “skip the awe and go straight for the fear” scene:

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Gods, this scene is unsettling! Everything from the bleak lighting, to the subdued military music, to the rivers of soldiers marching towards Winterfell. There is nothing triumphant or feel good about this scene.

In order to fully understand this scene and Jon and D*ny’s reactions, I think we need to remember what D*ny said in season 7. There’s two important lines in there that come into play here.

The first one is in episode 2 of season 7:

Tyrion: On a night like this, you came into the world.

Varys: I remember that storm. All the dogs in King’s Landing howled through the night.

D*ny: I wish I could remember it. I always thought this would be a homecoming. Doesn’t feel like home.

Since the start of season 7, D*ny has been chasing an elusive sense of belonging in Westeros while the people of Westeros seem hell bent on denying her that.

No one in the North is acting directly hostile towards her. They’re just subdued, apprehensive and suspicious, as anyone would when faced with 100.000 foreign soldiers marching through their streets. But D*ny is unable to cope with this reality or even attempt to see things from the Northerns perspective, particularly since at the end of season 7, this is how she viewed her relationship with the North:

D*ny: I’ve not come to conquer the North. I’m coming to save the North.

The North has, unfortunately, not been informed of D*ny’s benevolence so D*ny is left feeling slighted by the long faces. Jon, who has now been completely colonized (at least in theory) by D*ny, is so attune to her crazy that he’s quick to offer an explanation and a pained smile:

Jon: I warned you. Northerners don’t much trust outsiders.

Yeah ... you also told her that they would come to see her for “what” she is, Jon. Which in D*ny’s world can only mean they will fall in love with her the moment they set eyes on her. No wonder she’s dissapointed. And you have only yourself to blame.

So ... in the absence of masters to crucify and a crowd of brown people to surf, what is D*ny to do to get that validation she so desperately craves?

Ah, yes. Good ol’ faithful!

In season 7 D*ny also said this:

D*ny: They [dragons] were terrifying, extraordinary. They filled people with wonder and awe.

Let’s see some of that wonder and awe, Winterfell!

People are literally hugging the walls! So I’m assuming not so much wonder and awe but certainly extreme emotions of terror. Well, she got, at least, 1 right.

The Northerners she’s come “to save” are running away in fear and screaming. D*ny’s reaction:

How does Jon feel about his “new love of his life” terrifying the people he claims to fight for? Who knows. D*ny’s ego blows him off screen.

The “diplomacy for dummies” scene:

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You know what it’s like ... first time meeting your partner’s family. You’re sitting right across from them while they ogle you like you’re some kind of alien coming to abduct their precious offspring. You smile and pretend to be deeply invested in washing the dishes even though you eat off plastic plates at home. Hell, you even say you love ironing even if you send everything to be dry cleaned. I mean who has time for that shit, am I right?

Well, D*ny hasn’t had this extremely important life lesson hoisted on her until now. Luckily Tyrion lent her his copy of “Diplomacy for dummies” right before they arrived in Winterfell and she manages to hobble together something akin to a galaxy overlord feigning interest in the mere mortals around her:

D*ny: Thank you for inviting us into your home, lady Stark. The North is as beautiful as your brother claimed. As are you.

Honestly, the thing I find most insulting about this line doesn’t even have anything with D*ny, but with the Ds. They’ve already pulled this “woman fake complimenting another woman in order to appease her” shtick with Sansa and Lyanna Mormont. At this point, it seems to me they have no idea how women greet each other.

Of course, D*ny’s attempt is shut down by a Sansa Stark that has decided to go all yolo on everyone’s asses this episode:

Bitch, please! I’m way hotter than you. I’ve only spent the last 8 hours getting ready so that Jon eats his heart out when he realizes he’s having sex with the wrong relative.

This frosty look is followed by a tortured:

Sansa: Winterfell is yours, Your Grace.

that has D*ny deciding real quick that in fact the North sucks, Sansa is a traitor and she’s not getting her adoration quota met at all by these ungrateful bastards that she’s come to liberate ... aaa ... save ... aaa ... conquer:

How does Jon think the meeting of his queen/lover/aunt and his sister-cousin/owner of his heart/bane of his existence went? ..... Footage missing.

The “Roasting of Jon Snow” scene:

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There is one key line in this scene that encapsulates the entire Jon/D*ny dynamic in this episode and it’s delivered by the Ds favorite misogynistic mouthpiece, one tiny Lyanna Mormont, to Jon Snow:

Lyanna: Your Grace? But you’re not, are you? You left Winterfell a king and came back a ... I’m not sure what you are now. A lord? Nothing at all?

Jon: It’s not important.

Jon is doing his best karoake version of Nothing else matters in this scene (careful, Jon! Metallica is famously prickly about their copyrights) but the fact still remains. Through out this episode, when it comes to his interactions with D*ny, Jon is, in fact, nothing at all. He doesn’t express any opinion, he doesn’t react. He’s essentially dead inside and the woman whom he’s supposedly in love with has cost him everything: his position, the respect of his people, his relationship with his family and, ultimately, even his voice.

In order to exist in D*ny’s world, Jon needs to make himself small because “it’s not important”. He isn’t important. Only D*ny is important.

I’m sorry but the Jon Snow I know is a proud man. He’s the guy who was ready to kill someone for calling his father a traitor. Which is why, perhaps, he can’t help but slip in this scene and say this:

Jon: I had a choice. Keep my crown or protect the North. I chose the North!

Perhaps we can now put to rest the argument that Jon didn’t need to bend the knee since D*ny was already willing to help with the apocalypse. And we should put it to rest not just because Jon basically gives everyone the cliff notes to the political Jon theory but because, most significantly, D*ny doesn’t contradict him.

She doesn’t stand up in this scene and say: Actually I was ready to fight for you all without Jon Snow bending the knee.

She also doesn’t take the opportunity to ask Jon about it later on in the episode. That’s because she knows she wouldn’t be in Winterfell if Jon hadn’t bent the knee.

Tell me again how any of this is romantic? Especially when it ends with:

Sansa: May I ask? How are we meant to feed the greatest army the world has ever seen? While I ensured our stores will last through winter, I didn’t account for Dothraki, Unsullied and two full grown dragons.

Hold on there, missy! Where do you think you are? In some kind of democracy where you’re allowed to question the glorious leader?!? Besides, I’ll have you know that D*ny is the very smartest leader evah and she has totally prepared supply chains for her humongous army and ...

Oh ... Well, Sansa, if you must know I have it on very good authority from D*ny’s stans that the loot train attack was a strategic move on D*ny’s part and she didn’t actually burn any of the food. And now she’s going to tell you just how you’re going to feed all these people, ok?

Sansa: What do dragons eat anyway?

D*ny: Whatever they want.

.....

Yeah, sorry, Sans. D*ny’s a little busy at the moment eating Jon’s soul so you’re going to have to figure it out.

You know ... when Emilia Clarke said that D*ny would try to make the Starks and the North like her despite the fact that they clearly don’t, I thought it would last more than 5 minutes of screen time. It basically took one frosty look and the smallest bit of attitude for D*ny to begin to threaten the Northerners and Jon’s family members with death via dragon.

You might wonder how Jon reacts to all of this? And if you are ... what the hell is wrong with you?!? The man is “nothing at all”. We’ve already established that.

The “expiration date” scenes:

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Davos, bless him, is attempting to save Jon’s reputation and crown despite the brooding bastard’s best efforts to rid himself of both by proposing a marriage alliance between Jon and D*ny at the end of the war. Tyrion is, surprisingly, subdued in this scene despite knowing that Jon and D*ny rubbed love organs together.

But it’s Varys that really shoots down the idea for whatever reason. It’s a bit early to really figure out why Varys isn’t keen on the idea of Jon and D*ny marrying but he does utter the best bit of J0nereys foreshadow in the whole episode:

Varys: Respect is how the young keep us at a distance. So we don’t remind them of an unpleasant truth.

Tyrion: What is that?

Varys: Nothing lasts.

Yeah, I’d say there’s more than one unpleasant truth lurking about in Winterfell, my dear Lord Spider.

I’m pretty sure that at least a few people had an orgasm when the marriage alliance was proposed, feeling as if this all but ensures that J0nereys is endgame.

But here’s the thing: this idea of a marriage between Jon Snow and Daenerys Targareyen is being introduced too late into the game. This would have made sense back in season 7, before Jon bent the knee.

Right now, the damage to Jon’s reputation is already done and the whole world is about to find out he’s a Targareyen. How do you think the people of the North will feel about two Targs on the throne? It’s not going to happen. Not only that but since Jon’s claim supersedes D*ny’s, she would never be able to marry him and rule as Queen of the 7 kingdoms. She would have to pick one over the other.

Which means that all this scene can hope to be is a pleasant smoke and mirrors technique to distract everyone from the fact that J0nereys is essentially whiling their time away before the inevitable grave of the parentage reveal.

At this point, we’re about halfway through the episode. We’ve already been informed that Jon and D*ny’s relationship won’t last. D*ny is just about ready to let the dragons loose on Sansa and we have yet to have an actual scene of these two people talking.

So ... what is on our love birds minds? ... Sansa, of course.

D*ny: Your sister doesn’t like me.

Jon: She doesn’t know you. If it makes you feel any better, she didn’t like me either when we were growing up.

When I first heard this line, it really stung that the first piece of personal information Jon shares with D*ny on screen is a rehash of the old “Sansa was mean to Jon when they were children” show invention. However, I’ve come to reconsider this line and for reasons I will touch upon tomorrow in my Jonsa meta, I find this kind of adorable.

At the moment, let’s just say Jon is trying very hard not to antagonize D*ny and Sansa’s reactions to her are making it difficult which in turn frustrates Jon.

Speaking of:

D*ny: She doesn’t need to be my friend. But I am her queen.

(pointed pause)

D*ny: If she can’t respect me ...

D*ny gets interrupted by the Dothraki that have been sent to feed her dragons so she never finishes what she was going to say. But ... what was she going to say? What kind of punishment does she believe is warranted for Sansa’s frosty reception and food question?

While Sansa is making it very clear she doesn’t like D*ny, she has yet to disrespect her. But as we’ve come to see with D*ny, she no longer knows the difference. Something Jon is painfully aware of. Otherwise why wouldn’t he be more outwardly concerned about his lover threatening his sister to his face? Talk about disrespectful ...

Also:

Sansa: What do dragons eat anyway?

Dothraki: Only 18 goats and 11 sheep.

Yeah ... let that sink in.

The “It looked easy when Hiccup was doing it”scene:

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This scene hurts my souuuuuuul! You’d think with the kind of money HBO sunk into this TV show and into the Ds, they’d manage to come up with something other than a lame rip off of How to train your dragon for Jon’s first time riding Rhaegal.

The cutesy tone feels anachronistic here for several reasons:

D*ny’s dragons are not Toothless! Toothless is an angel on Earth and I love him to bits. He does not go around burning people to a crisp or killing little girls. The dragons in GOT have been called weapons of mass destruction not just by GRRM but by the Ds themselves. I’m not sure trying to parallel Hiccup with Jon really works in the context in which Jon is basically riding an atomic bomb.

Also, this is a momentous moment for Jon. He’s about to ride the dragon that was named after his father. You’d think they’d go for something more emotionally fraught and majestic but no. We’re playing this for laughs, guys.

In a romantic context, this scene is also deeply frustrating. Because just like in every other J0nereys scene, the Ds have taken a trusted trope (a couple bonding over one of them teaching the other something) and completely wrecked it.

D*ny does encourage Jon to ride the dragon. It’s actually one of their cuter moments, with Jon being awkward and unsure and D*ny being cocky:

Jon: I don’t know how to ride a dragon.

D*ny: Nobody does. Until they ride a dragon.

Jon: What if he doesn’t want me to?

D*ny: Then I’ve enjoyed your company, Jon Snow.

The banter is cute ... for about 10 seconds. Until Jon is hoisted into the air, it becomes clear D*ny has no intention of teaching him anything and Jon is flinging around, inches away from being thrown off the dragon and into the abyss of death. Then it becomes less cute.

Jon eventually lands, somewhere, next to a waterfall that has magically appeared in what is Siberian tundra because ... reasons.

Despite looking like he was in some kind of never ending nightmare through out the ride, Jon ends the exercise with:

Jon: You’ve completely ruined horses for me.

No worries, Jon. She’s also about to ruin your sex life and your will to live so there’s a lot to look forward to.

In the behind the scenes footage, the Ds said that this is the place where Jon used to hunt as a child and he decides to show it to D*ny. You’d think this kind of romantic motivation would somehow find its way into the actual dialogue in the scene but no ...

Instead we get this generic line that is not really given any kind of context:

D*ny: We could stay 1000 years. No one would find us.

The interesting thing about this scene is that Jon has shared a similar moment with someone in the past that gave off the whole “1000 years” feel. Let’s have a look:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XQ1eTpPL6c

Unfortunately, I can’t embed the scene here but this is Jon/Ygritte atop the wall. There are no lines of dialogue in the whole scene. However, with Ygritte, Jon initiates contact and actually leads her to the other side of the Wall, to show her the expanse of the 7 kingdoms, something Ygritte has never seen. All of it is filmed just as the sun sets around the two kissing, with music swelling in the background. It’s all very clearly romance coded.

So how does Jon respond to D*ny echoing the same kind of feeling:

Jon: We’d be pretty old.

That Jon Snow, huh? He really has a way with the ladies.

They do kiss in this scene so that’s something but it’s at D*ny’s invitation:

Jon: It’s cold up here for a Southern girl.

D*ny: So keep your queen warm.

They’ve shared 2 one on one scenes in this episode and D*ny felt the need to remind him she’s the queen in both of them. I guess titles aren’t important when it comes to Jon. When it’s D*ny’s titles, they are very, very important.

You know what they say: All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others.

And because this scene wasn’t odd or awkward enough already, it ends with this:

Many people have speculated on what Jon’s thought process is during this stare down. Most have come to the conclusion that Jon is thinking about how to get D*ny’s “kids” to like him.

Except that any romantic kiss where one partner opens their eyes mid-kiss, is a a huge red flag that the person in question isn’t actually into it. So I’m thinking he’s inwardly screaming: The moron just handed me a dragon on a silver platter! Let’s get this dance started!

*thanks for reading, guys! We will reconvene tomorrow for the Jonsa edition of this episode

*none of the artwork in the meta is mine; thank you to all the content creators!

#anti-jonerys #anti-daenerys #dance of dragons 2.0

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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@oblvions @shes-outta-sight @lazingonsunday @karrotkate @satans-helper thank you all for the tags 💗💕

A buttload of info about me:

Last thing I read: "Lovers" by @satans-helper 😍😍😍

Favorite Book: The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle

Favorite Movie: Beetlegeuse

Dream Date: Imagine this: a nice, plush couch, covered in down pillows and fluffy blankets. There is a fire in the brick fireplace, the wood smoke combines with the scent of Nag Champa incense and the homemade treats that cover the low table next to the couch. There are brownies, bread rolls, cheeses, bowls of fruit, dipping sauces, cakes, sandwiches - a whole feast of my favorite foods. My partner and I would cuddle up on that couch, listening to my favorite symphonies on the record player in the corner and talking for hours. This isn't really a first date thing, more like an established relationshil date, but god I'd love to just spend an afternoon surrounded with my favorite things and my favorite person.

Do I have a crush?: Not really. There are people I find very very attractive (a friend, Sam Kiszka, Duff Mckagan in his 20s, Lucy Lui) but nobody that I'm actually romantically and sexually into.

Hobbies: Swimming, observing nature, browsing Pinterest, daydreaming, writing, reading, making art, singing, listening to music, love to cook

My favorite time of day: late afternoon, right before the sun sets. I'm usually free to do what I like, the temperature starts to drop, I can watch the sun... it's nice

If I could choose what I looked like, anything, what would it be?: I want tattoos, and more piercings, I'd love to change my hair color again - it's been natural for awhile but I think I want either burgundy or bright blue. WINGS! I kind of want giant, strong fairy wings, and maybe glowing eyes, a forked tongue, and tattoos that move and change (kinda like Maui lol)

Am I romantic?: Yeah, I'd say I am. I love to treat people, friends and significant others, but I'd be especially affectionate and romantic for a partner. I'm constantly buying gifts and things that remind me of them, cooking for them, planning dates and buying tickets for things I know they like, quietly taking care of stuff I know they need to do, cuddling, complimenting... I love to shower my partner in affection 24/7

My favorite kind of weather: Late Autumn, generally. About 55ºF, cloudy but not raining, windy

What do I like to talk about?: Lol I talk a whole lot and I've probably talked about everything at some point. One of my close friends and I particularly love to debate religion, mythology, magic, history, and the intersections of those. We also regularly plan heists and crimes lmao

My turn-ons: Long eyelashes, pouty lips, dirty hands (motor oil, paint, flour, etc), sarcasm, seeing someone get excited about something, compassion, casual physical affection

My turn-offs: Nastiness without a reason, knees (I just think knees look weird idk), Trump supporters, 100% pessimism (I understand being depressed or doubtful or being generally a pessimist, but if you adamantly refuse to see anything in a good light and try to ruin it for others f u c k y o u)

If I got a tattoo, what would it be and where?: ohhh I want tattoos so bad but I'm saving up and I'm not certain about some yet.... but I know that I'm getting a tree of life matching with my mom, I want mushrooms, pine trees, lavender, wildflowers (all for personal reasons). I'd also like to make maybe a charm bracelet of sorts with little charms for my favorite bands, books, movies, and other peices of media. I know that interests change and I might not like something in 30 years, but I see my life in periods of interests and I want to catalogue the things that shaped me

My pets: I have 3 cats - Pumpkin Pie, Lady, and Sweetheart

My dream job: I just want to live a free life doing what I want. I want to grow my own food for the most part, and raise animals, and paint, and write, and play music, and go on random adventures, go antiquing, decorate my home from my travels, learn without expectations - I don't want to exchange a fulfilling life for financial security from some mundane modern job.

My dream place to live: Secluded, in the forests of Oregon (or maybe Pennsylvania idk) on the bottom third of a mountain, on my own little farm

My dream vacation: I just wanna go explore historical landmarks and buildings

My dream house: A beautiful historical house -- like an 1870s American farmhouse, or a craftsman cottage, or a Victorian painted Lady, or maybe a New York brownstone -- filled with antiques and records and books and artifacts that I've collected. I LOVE antiques so much, everything would be of fine craftsmanship, it would be lavish and inviting and packed with interesting items at every turn (I want my house to be a curios shop lol) I also want a big ass kitchen and nice woodwork, I literally get horny over original built ins

My piercings: Sadly, I only have my standard ear piercings right now, but I think I'll get more soon. A nose ring, eye brow bar (yes I know that's so 2000s but I like them), probably 4 more on each ear, navel, nipples

If I had kids, what would I name them?: I love older, interesting names, so - Euphemia, Hartford, Monroe, Malory, Louise (me lol), August, Fredrick

My worst traits: I'm incredibly stubborn; I love talking to people but I'm awkward; lazy and don't care; I'm a bit of a collector/hoarder; I bottle up any anger or sadness I feel so I don't inconvenience others

My best traits: I love to give and help; I try to make people comfortable around me/in my home; I have excellent taste; I appreciate quality, culture, and creativity; I have many interesting interests that I'm eager to share and learn more about; I'm very creative

My worst fear: a painful death - I'm not afraid of dying, even though I'd rather not, I just don't want it to hurt

What do I want to eat right now?: Well, considering that I just ate my first bit of solid food in 3 days and immediately had to run to the bathroom... nothing

My favorite vacation memory: *blushes* my first kiss AND nearly my first time (we went like halfway): making out with this dude, son of my mom's friend, at my family cabin

My favorite city: I really don't know. Timber, OR, let's say

My favorite social media platform: Tumblr or Pinterest (does that count?)

My favorite article of clothing: My leather motorcycle jacket. I can't actually ride a motorcycle (trying to remedy that because *sexy*) but I got it a few years ago and it makes me feel so fucking badass. It's heavy, about 15 pounds of good quality leather, has lots of secret pockets in the lining and some cool looking zippers and studs, but nothing crazy. It's hella warm and comfy, I wear it everyday it's cold enough to

Do I play any sports?: pfft no. I like to swim, and I'm interested in baseball and tennis, but I suck at them and also I just don't like team sports

My favorite meal: What I order when I go to Buffalo Bills - a pesto/feta/mozzarella/Italian sausage/basil/tomato/garlic pizza, with homemade potato chips and chunky blue cheese dressing for dipping. If I had room, I'd finish with Marionberry cheesecake pie from Sherri's (but I am incredibly sick and have no faith in getting better enough so I feel like I'll never be able to eat like this again)

What am I excited for?: The winter holidays! I'm atheist, so Christmas is all about the personal stuff and non religious family traditions for me. I love the decorations, the music, seeing my family, baking, giving and receiving presents, it's all just so fun

What am I not excited for?: Cleaning my room, it really really needs it though. Also just continuing to live like this. I'm not suicidal, I'm just in a lot of pain constantly and I don't know what to do

When was the last time I cried?: an hour or so ago, I'm in loads of pain right now

What is something I hate about the world?: There's too much to choose from

What is something I love about the world?: children and nature

My favorite scents: vanilla, lavender, pine, Nag Champa incense, BBQ meat, pizza with basil, rosemary, my Dad's cologne

Cats or dogs?: kitties 💗

What kind of sleeper am I?: A weird one lol. I can't lay on my stomach for more than 15 minutes without it making me incredibly nauseous for the rest of the day, but it's also my favorite way to sleep cause its comfy somehow... I can't lay on my back without a pillow either, 30 seconds in and the nerves pinch so bad I'm screaming. I snore, and I sleep deep, but it takes a long time to fall asleep and usually only beeping or banging noises wake me up??? Like I said, I sleep weird

How long would I survive in a zombie apocalypse?: I really don't know. I have some skills and the drive to learn to fight, but I am currently, as I'm sure y'all can tell, very sick and I don't think I'd be able to live with so much movement and so little medicine

Am I trusting?: Generally, I probably trust too much but I'm not gonna stop

What fictional characters do I identify with?: there are many I like but none I identify with

My most common labels: Mom friend, butch, that weird fat chick (doesn't bother me tho), the well behaved daughter, old soul

My life's anthem: I really am not sure if this is a good anthem song but I love it so so much... Take Me In Your Arms (Rock Me A Little While) by Kim Weston - you see where I get my love of long titles lol

Problems I'm dealing with: my health and whatever painful sickness is wrecking me, figuring out what to do with my life, saving money, getting my anxiety under control, getting the house to actually heat up because I'm cold as fuck

How can someone win me over?: let me express my interests and feelings, show kindness, be funny

What is something people don't know about me?: Idk

Not tagging anyone, this took over an hour

#personal #about me #tag game

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starry19 · 6 years

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Winters That Have Never Seen the Spring

AN: friendly reminder that I am a shameless feedback whore and comments make me write faster. Love you guys!

Chapter Three

She woke up in darkness, confused as to how she got there. She was…outside?

Blinking several times, she pushed herself upright, realizing at the last second that she was draped over Flynn’s lap, her head on his thigh, his coat still wrapped around her shoulders.

One of his hands was at her waist, large and solid and reassuring.

In the starlight, he smiled at her.

Oh.

San Francisco.

Rufus.

She sucked in a steadying breath. “How long have I been asleep?” she asked, voice rough.

Flynn shrugged. “About two hours, I’d say.”

She nodded. Two hours to go then, before the Lifeboat would hopefully come back for them. She tried to not think about all of the things that could still go wrong between now and then, at either end of the time spectrum. Rittenhouse, power failures, and rogue 19th century criminals flashed through her mind, regardless.

Her body was slightly stiff from lying on the ground, and she levered herself upwards, one hand on Flynn’s shoulder for balance. He watched her curiously as she stretched.

“I’m not really an outdoor girl,” she told him. “Sleeping on the ground isn’t my thing.” Even if she’d had the benefit of a large Croatian man acting as a pillow.

He smirked. “You’re not an outdoor girl?” he echoed. “I never would have guessed.”

She made a face at him, which made him laugh, which made her smile. Flynn didn’t laugh much, and rarely with anyone but her. She took a moment to wonder what he had been like, before. In some of his unguarded moments, she could see hints of playfulness, remnants of a man who smiled easily, joked a great deal.

It made her sad that that person didn’t really exist anymore.

Then again, it wasn’t like she was the same person she had been, either. A year and a half ago, she had been an untenured professor, worried about a mother with cancer and a sister who didn’t seem to have much of a direction to head in.

And now…

She was some sort of time traveling vigilante, who flirted with Robert Todd Lincoln, broke wanted terrorists out of prison, and lived in an underground bunker.

From somewhere over her left shoulder, there was the sound of rustling, like someone or something was making their way through the undergrowth. In a flash, Flynn had pulled her down, one arm around her like a vise, the other resting on the handle of his weapon.

Blood rushing in her ears, she watched with wide eyes, staring out into the darkness. It crossed her mind that black and white stripes were probably pretty damn visible, and so was Flynn’s white shirt.

She didn’t breathe.

What seemed like an hour passed by, but in reality it was likely no more than a minute.

The rustling got louder, and she felt her muscles contracting, felt herself silently press closer to Flynn. She gave into panic and closed her eyes, hiding her face in his neck.

Abruptly, she felt his muscles relax, and his right hand moved from his gun to cup the back of her head for a moment. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Look,” he went on, and she turned. “It’s a deer.”

And damned if it wasn’t.

Perhaps fifty feet away, she could just see the thing, gamboling in the moonlight, white spots visible even at this distance.

“It’s a baby,” she breathed.

Flynn moved, chin brushing her hair, and she suddenly realized she was practically on top of him, his arm keeping her close.

She could hear his heart beating. Finally.

A little faster than was probably normal, but there was a good reason for it. It still sounded steady, though. Reliable.

Just like the man himself.

In front of them, the deer caught their scent and bounded off. She didn’t move, didn’t let go of him. For his part, Flynn seemed disinclined to move.

She sighed, rested her cheek against his shoulder. Her muscles were shaky in the aftermath of adrenaline rushing through her, and she could feel herself trembling slightly.

Flynn noticed, shifted his hold on her.

“Doing all right?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Probably.” She could hear the rumble of his laugh within his chest. It seemed almost unbearably intimate. Then again, this all did, sitting here, nearly in his lap, his coat and his arms around her.

And, oh God, she didn’t want him to let go.

He didn’t.

Instead, he gently ran a hand up and down her back, occasionally pausing to circle his thumb around tense spots in her shoulders.

It wasn’t fair - how easy this was. Being like this with him.

“How much do you think we changed history?” he asked. “By saving Rufus?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Since we saved him, will Denise and Mason not remember our future selves showing up?”

She could feel him thinking. Then, “Damned if I know.”

Her laugh was unexpected. “I hope we don’t have to deal with post-apocalypse us again. It makes me feel weird.”

He nodded. “I can only keep track of one Lucy at a time,” he agreed, and she chuckled again.

Then she sighed, another thought occurring to her. “One of these days, we’re going to have to sit down and write that journal, aren’t we?”

Flynn’s fingers touched the ends of her hair. “We?”

She looked up at him. “Yes,” she said. “We. I don’t know what’s in the thing, after all.”

He furrowed his brows, thinking again. “So you think that-“

“I think that we wrote it together,” she told him. “I mean, I think that we will write it together. Clearly we haven’t yet. But I need to know what’s in it,” she went on. “I need to know what to write that will cause you to make the same decisions you did before.”

The idea that this would be a team effort had plainly not occurred to him until now. Slowly, he nodded. “You could be right,” he conceded. Then he snorted. “I give myself some terrible advice, in that case.”

“Don’t feel bad,” she teased, patting his chest. “Seems like I give you some terrible advice, too.” Sobering slightly, she turned a little, further into him. “I’d still like to know why it had to be you.”

She could feel him looking down at her. “Why what had to be me?”

She shrugged. “Why I had to give the journal to you. Specifically you. You’re definitely not the only person whose life Rittenhouse has ruined. Probably not the only one who was a solider and a spy. You’re also a little bit of a dramatic pain in the ass sometimes,” she added, teasing. “So what made me find you?”

He was very still for a moment. “I don’t know,” he finally said, quietly. “One more thing to wait and see about.”

In the darkness, wrapped up with him this way, she was beginning to have a strong suspicion of why it had been him, but it was far too early for those sorts of thoughts.

The silence between them lengthened, not uncomfortable, but thoughtful. The ground she was on was starting to get damp from condensation and mist, and she pulled Flynn’s coat tighter.

She wondered about what he had said earlier, about how much they had changed the past. In this new history, she had never chased down Emma.

Except she had.

She had never known what it felt like when someone intended to beat her to death.

Except she did.

She had never cried on Flynn’s shoulder.

Except she had.

The past was a strange thing, and these alternate lifetimes were headache inducing.

At least she had never lost those memories.

And if she hadn’t gone back, she wouldn’t have this memory, of her, and Flynn, and his heartbeat against her cheek in the darkness. She let her arm fall to his waist, curled herself closer.

“Cold?” he whispered, lips brushing the top of her head.

She nodded, but she wasn’t cold at all.

She closed her eyes again. He wasn’t going to let anything hurt her.

“Maybe an hour left until we can start expecting our ride home,” he said.

“Thank you for staying back with me,” she told him.

“Of course,” he replied. “But you know that you could have taken Wyatt’s spot in the Lifeboat, yes?”

Eyes still closed, she raised a brow. “And left you and Wyatt to hang out here for four hours? I’m not sure we would have even needed to send the Lifeboat back to get you, because you would have killed each other.”

While it was true they tended to put aside their differences in the heat of battle, it hadn’t been very long ago when they were both trying ardently to beat the hell out of each other. She also knew she had more than a little to do with the animosity, especially these days, and she was far too grown up to relish the idea of grown men fighting over her.

Flynn snorted. “Like Wyatt has the ability to kill me.”

God, of course he would say that. Some things just didn’t change.

Annoyed now, she flicked him. “Well, I’m not going to cross my own lifeline again because the two of you can’t get along. It’s much safer this way.”

She felt him let out a breath, stretching his legs out in front of him. “If you say so.” His voice sounded a little different now.

She considered. “You do know I’d come back for you, too, right?” she asked.

The moment felt very…heavy. “Would you?” he replied, and she could read nothing in his tone. Conversely, that told her a great deal.

“Yes,” she said, simply. She waited for the words to sink in. “I don’t,” she started, trying to phrase this correctly, “I don’t think I could get along without you very well anymore.”

He turned his head towards her, trying to read her expression. Usually he was very good at it, but she knew these were different circumstances. He wanted her to mean it, wanted it badly, but because of that, he was unlikely to actually trust what he saw in her face.

“Hey,” she said softly, nudging him. “You’ve saved me a thousand times in the past few months, physically, mentally, and every other way you could think of. I’m not going to give you up that easily.”

She gave him a full minute to process what she was saying, patience suddenly infinite. Though she wished he would say something.

Anything, really.

Instead, he moved, reaching out to gently take her face in his palm. Was it her imagination, or was his hand trembling?

His thumb traced her jawline. She held perfectly still, not wanting to scare him off, wanting him to know that he could do this, that she wanted him to do this.

Slowly, he bent forward, resting his forehead against hers. “You don’t have to,” he said. “Give me up.”

Her heart seemed to be beating much too fast. Could he hear it? Did it matter? She turned her head to the side, pressed a kiss to his wrist.

And, God, he was definitely trembling now.

How long had he gone with no one wanting him? With no one who gave a damn if he lived or died? With no one touching him?

It made her heart hurt.

Making up her mind, she slid over, settling in his lap. His arms went around her slowly, like he was moving underwater. And his face…oh, the expression on it. Like he thought he was dreaming.

She tipped his head up, rested her hands on either side of his face. She could see the pulse in the hollow of his throat. Thundering. Absolutely thundering.

With gentle, feather-light touches, she ran her fingers over his jaw, his cheekbones, his temples. Pushed his dark hair off his forehead. Pulled him into her embrace, his face against her neck, her arms around his shoulders.

His breathing was unsteady, grip bordering on too tight.

And she relished every second.

The sudden burst of wind startled her, and she jumped, Flynn automatically raising his head.

The wind didn’t stop. Instead, it gathered speed, and they both stood, knowing what this meant. Regardless, he stepped slightly in front of her.

One blinding flash of light later, the Lifeboat appeared, outer coils still spinning. They waited until the door opened.

Jiya materialized at the hatch, Rufus just visible behind her in the pilot’s seat. Of course, she wasn’t likely to let Rufus out of her sight, not now, not after everything they had all been through.

“Are you two ready to go?” she called. “Because I, personally, would like to never see this time period ever again.”

It should have been a joke. It was not.

They crossed to the Lifeboat, Flynn’s hand at her back.

And, God, there was a lot they were going to have talk about. But later. They could do it later.

As the saying went, they had all the time in the world.

All wrapped up in one seriously ugly hunk of metal.

#garcy #garcy ff #timeless

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