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afroditisworld · 7 months

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Brooklyn baby

Late Eycte! Alex Turner x Singer!Reader

Warnings: smut, smoking, stoned sex? spanking, oral (female received), smut without plot, soft dom Alex, tits play and use of pet names (doll, luv, princess) if you are not into that please don't read it :))

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You and Lana were best friends. You were like sisters from different mothers. You grew up with each other, and it didn't turn out to be a surprise when you both decided to follow the same career. Both of you were talented women in the music business. You both followed each other every step of the way. You normally planned your tours together and attended each other's shows with every change. It was a mutual relationship based on support and admiration for one another's talents and successes.

So when she met Miles Kane and Alex Turner, she also introduced them to you, and you instantly matched each other's energies. But, oh, you and Alex, you had an electric connection with your first conversation. You felt an indescribable spark every time you talked to him. Alex had his way of making you smile. His witty humour and charming personality captivated you from the start. With every word he spoke, you found yourself drawn closer to him and as time went on, your bond only grew stronger.

You and Alex were at your home studio, trying to get the perfect sound for one of your songs. It was one of those terrible days when you'd prefer to listen to one of your vinyl records than try to come up with new ideas. You were attempting to play a song on your keyboard, but nothing seemed to come together. You sighed as you turned to see Alex, who was lying on the floor with his back to the wall, doing the same thing with his electric guitar.

"I'm going to play a record," you said, hoping it would bring some inspiration, and you walked towards the record player. "Do you mind?" you continued.

"No, maybe I can strum a few chords while you listen and find something new," he replied mindlessly.

You laughed at your current state as you picked a random record from the collection and gently placed it on the turntable. As the familiar crackle of the vinyl filled the room, you watched as his fingers effortlessly moved across the strings of his guitar, creating a melody that seemed to be perfectly in harmony with the song that was playing in the background.

"Oh, I love this song," you whispered, and you started mumbling the song lyrics under your breath. "I didn't know that you liked Lou Reed," he commented, listening to your soft humming with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, his music has always clicked with me," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "I've been listening to his songs for years; Lana teases me for that; she had written a song about it," you said with a smile.

When the record ended, the room was filled with silence. "Does it bother you?" Alex's voice brought you back to reality, showing you his lighter that was ready to light up his joint. You just shook your head in response.

You both had given up on finding some tunes for your song. Instead, you approached him and sat next to him. You were lying on the floor, your heads facing the ceiling, in silence. Then suddenly Alex placed the joint in your mouth, giving you a puff, and as the smoke filled your lungs, you closed your eyes. At that moment, a calming sense washed over you, as if the worries and stress of the outside world had been temporarily suspended and time stood still. With each exhale, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lighten, allowing you to fully embrace the tranquillity of the moment. Alex's fingers were still on your lips, and you could feel the warmth of their touch spreading through your body. Slowly, you felt your mind drift away. Your body grew more and more hotter, yet the cool air in the atmosphere made you shiver. Alex forced you to look at him and his unexpected action made you freeze. You just stared at his beautiful eyes and waited for him to say anything.

“Fuck” he sighed with a smirk “You got some soft lips there” he continued your heart racing as you tried to process his unexpected compliment. You couldn't help but blush, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. “I'm always catching myself thinking if you could put them in good work for me,” he said and you were so surprised that you only blinked you could barely find words to respond.

“Oh, don't act so surprised luv, I know that you wanted too, I can say from the way you look at me” he added again. It wasn't that you didn't want to but you really didn't know how to react. You never believed that Alex could be so forward.

"Come here," he said, lifting himself up. You move closer to him without thinking, never breaking eye contact, and as you get closer to him you fall to your knees. Everything seemed to start dragging on a bit slower as the high settled into your mind and every touch made you shiver. "Oh, no, it's not about me tonight," he said, helping you stand up. You looked at him confused, and he kissed you passionately on your lips, catching you off guard. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, and you couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this sudden display of affection. As he pulled away, a mischievous smile played on his lips, and he whispered, "Tonight, it's all about you."

When the words left his mouth, he kissed you again, lifting you up and placing you on the nearest table. His hands roamed gently over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that you had never felt before. "Alex," a soft moan left your mouth. As his hands travelled all over your body. "What is it, doll? Tell me what you need," he asked. "I- I need…y-you" you moaned, so ashamed that you couldn't even look him in the face. You could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter with every minute passing. God, this weed was doing too much to you. "No need to tell it twice," he said, placing his hand on your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. The intensity of the moment overwhelms you, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. The combination of his touch and the effects of the weed heightened your desire, leaving you craving more. A cry left your mouth as you kissed him back, and he bit your lip, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body. The room seemed to spin as you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating mix. It was a moment of pure surrender, where nothing else mattered but the raw desire between you. You wrapped your leg around him as you quickly deepened the kiss. You gasped into Alex's mouth as you felt his hands touch up and down your back.

Without even realising it, your top and your bra were lying scattered in the studio while Alex's mouth took one of your nipples between his teeth and pulled hard, gazing up at you as you cried out of pleasure and pain. Your back was arching from the pleasure his mouth was giving you, and all this attention in your sweet spot was making you soak through the fabric of your undies. His hands were hugging your boobs perfectly as he was teasing you, alternating between gentle caresses and rough squeezes. The combination of his skilled mouth and expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, igniting a fiery desire within you. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you surrendered to the intoxicating sensations, losing yourself to Alex, which left you breathless and yearning for more.

"Al, p-please. You're teasing me so much." You pleaded with a desperate voice, your words laced with a mixture of need and anticipation. Alex's eyes met yours, filled with a hunger that mirrored your own desires and with a wet pop, he let go of your breasts. The waiting was maddening, every nerve in your body on edge as you watched him slowly remove his hand from your breast and lower it between your legs. He smirked, his fingers tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh, inching closer to where you craved his touch the most. Your breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the fabric, sending a shock of electricity through your body. He lowered himself, and his hot breath was hitting your clothed pussy sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Tell me what you need and I will give it to you," he whispered seductively. You could hardly find the words to respond, but the ache in your core fueled your determination.

"I need your touch," you managed to utter, your voice trembling with tension. With that, he lifted your skirt and slid his fingers beneath your panties granting you the pleasure you craved, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

"You're so wet for me," Alex said, thrusting two fingers into you. As your hands grabbed his hair, his thumb slid to circle your clit, fingers now steadily pumping into you. Your spine arched and your legs sought to close as he curled his fingers in the perfect position. He looked up at you, disappointingly shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart come on, I know you can do better than that," he said wanting to continue pushing you to your limits.

“Close your feet again and I'm going to stop,” he said, with a serious expression on his face.

With his jawline sharp, he placed his hands on your back as he pushed you to the edge of the table. You could feel the pressure building in your muscles and the passion surging through your veins. He helped you take your panties off, and he lowered himself between your legs.

You gasped and rolled your eyes back as his tongue touched your clit. His hands gripped your thighs and held them open for him, so tightly that you swear it'll leave a mark on your skin. As he continued to lick and suck your pussy, his tongue touched you in all the right spots. With your hands pulling the back of his head, you pushed your hips into his mouth as he thrust the tip of his tongue into you. Alex groaned against you, and the pleasure reached all the way to your core.

He rubbed his thumb on your clit again, making you see stars. Your body trembled in pleasure as you cried out his name. He was looking at you and, he couldn't help but enjoy having such power over you.

“A-Alex, please” you whispered.

“Please what doll?” he asked teasing you.

“Ple-please, don't stop” You paused not being able to utter a phrase with his face between your legs.

“I'm gonna cum Al- please, d-don't stop” you continued as one of your hands gripped the table tightly.

Alex moaned as your orgasm landed on his tongue, the sweet taste lingering in his mouth as he sucked the juices. The heat of the moment overwhelmed both of you, leaving you breathless and craving for more. He pulled away, gently placing your shaking legs down. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was only the beginning. You felt your juice running out of your thighs, and your mind was all over.

You only came back to reality when he helped you turn around and bent you over the table, ready to take you from behind. When your breasts touched the cold furniture, you gasped at the sensation.

“We are not done, luv,” he said with a playful grin. You weren't able to respond but you needed him, you wanted to feel him inside you, all the anticipation that your previous action gave you and the high feeling of the joint that you two smoked made you even more hornier, longing for his touch. Eager to feel him again you pushed your hips against him, causing friction as his bone teased your entrance, he then backed up and let a spank fall in your ass. It was so unfair, he was fully dressed when you were wearing nothing but a skirt that was barely covering anything because he turned it up.

The painful sense sent a rush of pleasure through your body, and a cry left your lips. You closed your legs, trying to get some relief. But again, that gave you another spank.

“Please” you begged again, hoping for mercy. And then the sound of Alex unzipping his pants was like harmony in your ears.

“Someone is getting needy” he whispered and when he pushed his member inside of you, burying himself fully, you both moaned.

“Ugh- Al” you moaned as waves of euphoria washed over you. Your legs started shaking and you couldn't bear your own weight anymore. You were a mess. Your moans, his heavy breaths and the sound of your bare skin slapping together filled the room. You could feel his dick hitting against your tight walls with each hard thrust, it was like he was doing it on purpose. You tried to make him slow down by pushing him by his chest but your attempt failed as he grabbed your hands and placed them behind your back.

“You wanted me to stop, luv,” he asked, mocking you. “N-No, just- just please…slow down” you cried out and bit your lips trying to hold yourself quiet. Another orgasm built up quickly inside of you, you were so sensitive and overwhelmed with pleasure that you could barely breathe.

“What? Are you going to cum already” he said and spanked you again harder than before, making you whine even louder. You couldn't even respond to him you just nodded and murmured.

“Use your words, babe, like a good girl you are” he groaned. He was getting closer too, your walls were tightening around him and made it very difficult for him to move and not to cum right there.

“Yes. Please yes,” you screamed, and then you placed your hands where you need them the most and started playing with your clit. The pleasure intensified as you felt the waves of orgasm building within you.

But Alex still catch your action. “Such a dirty girl trying so hard to cum on my cock” he said.

He knew he had some power over you and he wouldn't stop until he had made you completely submit to his desires. You couldn't think of anything else but how close you were to your relief. Your body started to shake as the pleasure rushed all over your body. Your mind went blank and you gave yourself to him completely.

You were high, your body aching as you let go once more. Alex moan as your juices covered his cock. Your orgasm seemed to last forever. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, Alex continued to fuck you while you came and you couldn't do anything else but moaned in pleasure.

“ I- please cum inside me, I'm on the pill" you panted. And this was all Alex needed as he filled you up.

When he pulled himself out the mix of his warm release and your juice started running out of you in a sticky mess, you nearly sobbed, as he left you feeling exposed and empty.

“You did so good Y/N," he said helping you to stand up and face him, his eyes were filled with admiration and pride.

“I can't feel my feet,” you said with a shaky voice.

“Come on, princess,” he said as he lifted you in his arms. "How does a bath sound ?" he asked as he carried you towards the bathroom.

well, my boyfriend's in a band he plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fic #alex turner smut #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n

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psychwxrdd · 4 months

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dollhouse

🎀 note: i watched an horror movie one of these days that got me a bit of inspiration for this

warnings: 18+, louis bloom (he's the warning itself), naive! reader, age gap (reader is 20), louis takes advantage of reader, sextape, dubcon, non con... i think it's needless to say this is dark cmon it's nightcrawler

summary: you work for louis bloom. it is your first job, and unfortunately, you happened to fall for your boss. you would do anything to make him proud. and he knew it.

"How's my best girl doing today?" Louis asked you, as he was walking through the hallway and you were standing there, waiting for a coworker. You smiled brightly, his words felt like billions of butterflies just learned how to fly inside you.

"I'm fine, Lou, what about you?" You spoke sweetly. You were a naturally shy person, but around him, it was worse. You made a fool of yourself every single time.

You couldn't quite tell when did it happened, maybe because you always had a thing for older guys and he seemed to pay attention to you in ways your dad never did. Maybe it was just because he was a handsome man with big, scary eyes that gave you chills and it attracted you cause you loved creepy and scary things. But whenever was it, or for whatever reason, you were completely in love with him.

"I feel a lot happier now that i saw you. My daily sight for sore eyes." He chuckled, and you blushed. What a sweet thing you are.

Lou surely noticed how much you liked him. It wasn't like anyone else wouldn't, it was pretty obvious, but you particularly caught a lot of his attention. Not just because of your beauty... It was far deeper than that.

Of course you were a very gorgeous girl, anyone who has eyes could see that. But Lou's reasons came from a predatory nature. He noticed how bad you were willing to please him, he knew you were inexperienced. You were only 20, this was your first job, you had daddy issues... No one needed to be a detective to figure it out. You were a submissive, pretty young girl and he had you wrapped around his finger. Wouldn't it be a waste if he let go of such an opportunity to take control?

"You know, y/n, i was thinking about you just now. I needed a task and i'm sure you would help me better than any other"

You nodded at him, a small shine in your eyes at the last words, he saw.

"Tonight i need you to show up at my apartment, i have a new project in mind and i want you to be the main actress of this one film."

"I'll be more than happy to help you!" You said, not being able to hide your smile.

He grabbed your cheeks lightly, "You're adorable. Knew i could count on you, be there at 8pm...I also have a gift in my office for you."

Getting ready to meet Louis, felt like a dream. Your heart felt so happy you could die.

The clothes inside the box he gave you were really beautiful, the exact way you loved. You felt like a doll.

Did he saw you as one? You hoped. You wanted to be his doll, his princess. What a dream.

It was a short, baby blue dress. It had this bowl around your waist, short light white sleeves and these glitter details all over it, you could tell it was very expensive. So, so beautiful you felt your heart warm. There was also two small pink bowls for you to place in your hair, a pair of two long white socks and verniz black shoes.

He told you to not wear makeup, just some mascara.

You went your way to his apartment, not that much far away from your house, and when he opened the door, he smiled big.

"You look absolutely beautiful. You are beautiful, but you should dress like this everyday." He told you as he stare at your whole body, making you give him a shy smile. "Come in."

You were amazed by how big and elegant it was. You knew Video Production News were succesful, but you never actually had acknowledge of how much.

"Beautiful house, Lou"

"It is sweetheart, you like it?"

"A lot"

You felt your body frozen when his hand touched your neck from behind. You always felt like this when he touched you.

"Sit on the coach, make yourself comfortable"

You sat, and felt much smaller than him. He was standing right in front of you, closer than you expected. Louis cupped your cheeks with his hands, making you stare at his face.

"We're gonna play dollhouse, and i'm gonna film it. You're gonna act like my doll. Behave or i'm gonna have to tie you up"

You were shocked to say the least.

Not expecting an answer, he grabbed his camera, pointing at your face. "Look at this cute face"

He caressed your cheeks, going to your mouth. His fingers pressed your lips, and you opened. You weren't scared at all, you were surprised. But if Lou wanted you to behave, you would.

"Fuck" he whispered. You smiled, your eyes never leaving his. You sucked on his fingers, his thumb still caressing your cheeks. The camera was now filming your body.

"Take yours panties" He ordered. You felt shame at that, not just because it was Lou, but because he was filming it. What was the purpose of it anyway?

Not wanting to let him down, you did as he told you to. Slowly taking the white lacy panties off, he abruptly take them from your hand, sniffing it and hiding on his pocket. You felt your pussy getting hot at the sight.

"Open yours legs for me."

As you opened, he got closer to your pussy and filmed it. "Such a fucking pretty cunt...Bend over"

You were basically putting on a show to him. He was exploring your body, and your pussy was getting more and more wet at that. It felt good somehow, feeling shame and horny at the same time.

Louis placed his camera upon his tripod, telling to turn on your belly again. Getting on his knees in front of you, he grabbed your legs and put it on his shoulders, sucking on your clit all of sudden and making you gasp in surprise and pleasure.

He only sucked you harder. Licked, basically fucked you with his tongue, and you were moaning like crazy. His cock was extremely hard on his pants, he always jerked off at the thought of eating your pussy, and after feeling your scent, he went crazy.

The sounds you were making showed him how amazing he was at what he was doing, and if we're being honest, he needed no validation, he knew it. He knew he was the best at anything. But it did something to him, tho. He couldn't quite tell what was it, but his dick throbbed when you said his name.

Knowing that he would watch it later to jerk off... Jesus fucking Christ.

You felt like you were about to pee, and your pussy clenched around his tongue. Thats when he knew you were about to cum.

He stopped, getting up. "Face down, ass up"

You quickly obey, even being dazed by what just happened. He freed his hard cock, grinding it against your folds and mixing your wetness with his pre cum.

You screamed when he put it inside with no warn, it was thick and big. He didn't cared about your scream, it only turned him on even more.

"Lou..." you tried to say, but he gave a damn about it. He grabbed your hair tightly, fucking you ruthless.

The sound of his cock pounding into your wet pussy was so hot... The pain of his harsh paces felt like pleasure at some point. Your screams were replaced by loud moans.

He gave your ass a loud slap, then another, and grabbed your hips, going even harder. Something you didn't knew was possible.

"My doll don't get to have a say on anything" He groaned. "Such a nice little toy you are... Won't fucking share you"

He kept fucking you in that speed, and you begged for more. Hearing your begs for him made his orgasm near.

He pull out of you, grabbing your jaw and stroking his cock next to your face. He took the camera again, now filming it closely.

"Open your mouth."

He kept stroking it, but not for much longer. His cum went all over your face and inside your mouth too. Your mascara was a mix of tears and his cum. He filmed your face, proud of his new piece of "art".

You were about to close your eyes, when he gave you a light slap on the cheek.

"I'm not done yet, doll. You still have two holes for me to use and i haven't filmed all the positions i want to see you yet."

#louis bloom #nightcrawler #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal #x reader #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #imagine

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thenightling · 1 year

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How 80s Rock (and rock in general) influenced The Sandman

Okay, this is a list that has been mostly confirmed. I won’t add speculation like “Robert Smith is the basis for Morpheus’s hair.” or “Peter Murphy is the basis for Morpheus.” This will only contain things that have been confirmed in various sources. Lucifer - Meant to look and sound like David Bowie circa 1969. (Confirmed multiple times by Neil Gaiman. In fact Michael Sheen is doing a David Bowie impersonation while voicing Lucifer for The Sandman audio drama adaptation. Neil Gaiman has even said that Gwendoline Christie looks more like David Bowie than Tom Ellis does.)

Death of The Endless - Originally Neil wanted her to resemble Nico but she ended up looking like the Cinnamon Hadley instead. In The Sandman Overture, according to J. H. Williams III, his depiction of Death is meant to resemble Siouxsie of Siouxsie and the Banshees.

John Constantine - Though not an original creation of Neil Gaiman (first created by Alan Moore), John Constantine was supposed to have resembled rock star, Sting. (roughly 1985 look.)

Desire of The Endless - Desire was, at least partly, inspired by the Duran Duran album cover Rio. The cover was painted by Patrick Nagel and designed by Malcolm Garrett. When Neil was starting out as a writer one of the first things he wrote was a book on Duran Duran.

Another inspiration for Desire came from Annie Lennox’s look for the music video “Sweet Dreams (are made of this).” Ironic considering the title.

Delirium of The Endless - Though Neil Gaiman did not meet Tori Amos until after he had created Delirium, he insists that Delirium was somehow inspired by Tori Amos.

Men of Good Fortune - The issue / Chapter of The Sandman called Men of Good Fortune is named after a song by Lou Reed. Sunday Morning - The issue / Chapter called Sunday Morning is also named after a Lou Reed (Velvet Underground) song. So that is two Hob Gadling chapters named for Lou Reed Songs. Beginning to see the Light - The Sandman: A game of You issue / chapter named Beginning to see the Light is also named for a Velvet Underground song. Dream songs - Roy Orbison’s In dreams plays in The Sandman issue Dream a little Dream of me. The issue / chapter is named after a song. And Mr. Sandman (Bring me a Dream) by the Chordettes is also in that issue. The Skye Boat song - Not actually a rock song by any interpretation of the term but I thought I’d mention it. Many of you may recognize the Skye Boat song as the “theme song to Outlander.” This song is referenced in The Sandman: A Game of You. Labyrinth - Neil Gaiman is an admitted fan of the Jim Henson film Labyrinth. A friend of mine insisted that Morpheus is “Goth Jareth” (David Bowie’s character in Labyrinth). And a Game of You has some plot similarities to Labyrinth. Labyrinth has six original songs by David Bowie.

Queen - It’s no secret that Neil Gaiman is a Queen and David Bowie fan and tends to reference both whenever possible in his writing. The Sandman Brief lives is no exception. When Delirium wanders into a night club two men are discussing the death of Freddie Mercury, the lead singer of Queen, and one mentions someone making the crude joke of “Another One Bites the Dust” (a popular 1980 Queen song).

There are many more rock music references in The Sandman but these are the ones I could remember off-hand. Think how strange it would be if all of these (80s) rock elements were removed from The Sandman somehow.

And this is a more recent connection but John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig and The Angry Inch) plays Hal AKA Dolly, the drag queen, in The Sandman Netflix series storyline called The Doll’s House.

#The Sandman #Sandman #Neil Gaiman

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fanficmaniatic · 2 years

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ROTTMNT HEADCANNONS. PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

Okey, 1st, I'm sorry for taking so long.

Here. SPOILER- FREE!! HEAD-CANNONS for ROTTMNT from someone who has been into tmnt for like 3 weeks now.

This are mostly Turtle Tots head-cannons:

The boys know a varying degrees of Japanese. Is mostly just curses and little things Splinter used to said to them when they where kids before he gave up on teaching them Japanese. Little things like whispering "Nani?" when something weird happens, and they (sadly) don't necessarily think of it as Japanese, but things their family says.

That being said, when the kids where 6, 5 and 4, he had actual hopes of them learning Japanese as they had all become obsessed with Kamen Rider... Splinter later gave up, as teaching them English was hard enough.

He taught the Tots English first, because he was always afraid they would get kidnapped and experimented on, or just lost, and living in a country that mainly spoke English, he didn't want the language barrier to be another reason why his kids wouldn't be safe.

The turtle tots LOVED Kamen Rider, specially Ichigo. He was green, so were they! and it made their little hearts so happy! and splinter loved watching it with them, as it reminded him of all the times his mom would watch the show with him.

Ichigo was Raph's childhood hero, and though he stopped watching Kamen Rider Shows when he was 7, he still has the little figure in his room.

This next head-cannon is based on the fact that baby Yoshi had a Kappa figure and one that looked like a Kamen Rider from the showa era in the flash back: Kamen Rider was Yoshi's comfort show as a kid, and after his mom left he spent an entire day hiding from Sho, just watching the show and pretending everything was okey.

What baby Donnie liked more than the green Kamen Rider was the belts and all the powers it provided to the wearer in the different generations. This inspired many early creations.

Besides all this, I see Splinter as a very depressed individual. Big Mama had already broken something within him, but it took him years to accept his new body. For this reason, he never showed a lot of physical reassurance to the Tots growing up, as his own body was an issue for him.

He never actually showed the turtles the Lou Jitsu movies... They found them themselves. Splinter didn't want reminders of his past life, so when one afternoon he found the boys watching one of the movies... he got really angry. But It ended with with Splinter explaining to the kids that he doesn't like them touching his things because some of them bring painful memories. He also apologized for getting angry, as they didn't know, and that afternoon was the first time Splinter saw one of his movies again, when he started his journey of healing.

Leo and Mikey are the two that actually know the most Japanese of the kids.

Leo has a thing for languages. One day when they where 8, Leo and Donnie were scavenging for things for Donnie to use, and instead, they found a box full of comics of "El Chapulin Colorado", "El Gato con Botas" a book telling the story of the Ciguapa, "Le Petit Prince" and a bunch of mangas, all in their original languages, and little Leo was so enamored with the art that he started reading them all. He didn't get half of what they where saying, but Donnie, seeing that reading keep Leo away enough for him to work, mentioned it to Raph and they got him 3 dictionaries, an English-Spanish one, a French- Spanish one and a English- Japanese one.

Where Leo finds it easy to learn new languages, for Donnie is the worst thing in the world. You know that trope where the smart guy can speak many languages? That isn't Donnie. He can speak English and computer. That's it, English is hard enough in his opinion.

Leo can read English, Spanish, Japanese and French perfectly, a bit of Korean too. He has trouble with the pronunciation, and the only one he is confident with speaking are Spanish & English.

Part of the reason he is confident with speaking Spanish is because as a kid, he found Latin music and he f-cking loved it! From salsa, to bachata, he likes Reggaeton and Dembow the most though.

Mikey is the opposite of Leo. Being the only brother that never grew out of Kamen Rider, and Tokyo Sentai, he actually understands Japanese pretty well. He could talk it if he practiced, but is not confident in his pronunciation. He eventually learned Spanish thanks to Leo, and they practice together some times. He can't read them, but he will get there. Mikey's opinion, though, reading English is hard enough. Is it Dyslexia? ADHD? who knows, try getting a diagnosis when you are a teenage mutant ninja turtle living int the sewers.

Raph is a quick learner when he really sets himself into it. He also has a good memory, so in all accounts, he should have also learned Japanese fairly easy as a kid. But being the oldest, he was the first, and for a long time the only one to notice their father depression... and learning a new language, even through watching cartoons, didn't look so important anymore.

Splinter tried his best with the turtle tots... But he wasn't a great father. Yes, he showed them love and tried to be there for them. But there where days where he just couldn't put a smile on his face, nor get out of bed, and he didn't have anyone to turn to, so he just... suffered silently, turned on the TV and tuned out the world along with the 4 kids who depended on him.

Due to this, Raph grew up fast, faster than he cares to admit, or his brothers realize. He was always big and tall, so in his 7 year old head, it made sense for him to be the one to act like the adult. From ages 7 to 10 you wouldn't catch Raph death watching cartoons, unless Mikey had asked him to. Every time he saw their dad struggle to get out of bed he would make sure all his brothers where fed, that the lair entrance was secure, and that they had all they needed. He would get his brothers out of the TV room and practice Lou Jitsu moves with them.

Cartoons where for little kids, and Raph wasn't a little kid, so he started watching pro-wrestling. Thinking that if he trained he would be big and strong like the men on the TV and he would be able to solve his families problems.

Raph spend a great part of his childhood training watching Lou Jitsu movies. Leo was the one that joined him the most. The blue one noticing his brother was tense, and making the trainings more fun.

Raph was usually the one to cook on days Splinter couldn't. He would wake up early to try to make things for his brothers. Mikey, being an early riser, would usually sit beside him as Raph cooked, and helped with in all the 5 year old could. This is where Mikey's love for cooking comes from. Eventually, Raph's cocking became more of a "Raph supervising Mikey cook" once the older turtle was confident Mikey wouldn't burn or cut himself by accident.

Raph was never a good cook, but he was decent enough that all his family remembers his cooking fondly. He rarely does it anymore.

Raph was the first to get out the lair. Splinter would go out with him at night when the others where asleep to show him around New York. This usually happened during winter months (as they had the excuse to cover their whole bodies due to the cold), and after a really bad episode for Splinter. He did this as an apology to Raph, and because he wanted Raph to be able to have fun without having to worry about this brothers.

Raph was the only one Splinter would talk to when depression hit. Something Raph is glad for, but in retrospective, Splinter wishes he had found someone else to vent his feelings. He really regrets many of the things he did.

On good days, Splinter would sit with Raph to watch pro-wrestling and cook while Raph sat in the counter and told him about his day. Mikey would usually join them and comment on the cooking. These days usually ended with the whole family watching a movie.

By the time Raph was 11 Splinter started being more present in the kids life, as well as more verbally and physically affectionate with them. But it is still Leo's, Donnie's and Mikey's first instinct to turn to Raph, and not their dad, when something is wrong.

Part 2 - will eventually be here.

#rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #headcannons #rise raph #rottmnt raph #rise splinter #rottmnt splinter #rise leo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rise mikey #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years

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I saw that you are accepting requests, So, I wanted to see if you can do a Fem!Reader x Daphne Kluger one shot, where Daphne thinks Reader has a crush on Lou (because apparently everyone thinks she's sexy), so Daphne asks Rose for help.

But Reader thinks Daphne is in love with Rose.

Basically, Daphne and Reader are fools in love, that in the end, they end up together.

Thank you! xoxo

I love this request soooo much omg. the only change i made is making lou in love w reader just for some extra drama <3

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FOOL FOR LOVE AND FULL OF FIRE

pairing: daphne kluger x fem!reader

word count: 2094

notes and warnings: TW: alcohol. title from ‘maria’ by blondie. alsooo ik daphne was rlly flirty w claude in the movie and just rlly flirty in general but i wanted to explore a bit of her softer more awkward side. lowkey kinda hate this but oh well what can u do. sorry this took so long x

taglist (if you’d like to be added or taken off, message me!): @traumatisedfangirl @cordeliass @devriesgoode

The nine of you had completed the third heist since the theft of the Toussaint, and the annual afterparty was taking place. You were already three hours into the celebration, and everyone was beginning to feel the effect of the drinks they had pulled from the fridge within minutes of arriving. Constance was attempting to win money from Amita by betting through card tricks, Nine Ball was trying to get gossip out of Tammy about her failed past relationship with Debbie, who was arguing with Lou about which record to play next.

The only conversation you paid any attention to was the one which was taking place a few feet away on the sofa. Daphne was ranting to Rose about her hairdresser, how she had been late to two appointments and had cut Daphne’s hair an inch two short.

You smiled softly – how predictable yet perpetually refreshing it was that this was her greatest concern. She had completed a heist that had given her millions of dollars only a few days before, and the police had flocked to attempt to discover them, yet Daphne was complaining about how many inches had been cut from her hair.

You wished you were sitting where Rose was, that Daphne would entrust you with her concerns, that she would let you learn every cause of joy and sorrow. You had suspected for a while that her relationship with Rose had become deeper than friendship – they were constantly together, Daphne was always telling you of new designs Rose had come up with, designs that had been inspired by Daphne.

You knew that you shouldn’t resent Rose. you knew that Daphne’s happiness was your only concern, no matter what gave her happiness, who could give her what she desired.

Yet you also knew that you would and could give her the world – your love for her knew no bounds. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for her. You would take the fall for her at any moment if the police discovered the truth of who completed the heist.

Nothing could separate Daphne from your love but Daphne herself.

You stood from where you had been sitting next to Amita, withdrawing to the kitchen. You took a beer from the fridge, looking for the bottle opener (A/N: i seem to have a thing w writing about bottle openers huh) when you heard the door open and shut.

Turning around, you were faced with Lou, and while her presence relaxed you a bit, you were disappointed that you had left a state of solitude. You hardly had the energy to greet her, so you didn’t, waiting for her to speak the first word.

“The opener’s on the cutting board over there,” she said, and you nodded, finally retrieving it. She watched you closely, though you didn’t meet her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Lou did not respond for a moment. “I saw you watching Daphne. Is everything alright between the two of you?”

“Everything’s fine.”

“You know, you’re a talented thief, but you’re a pretty shitty liar.”

You slammed the bottle opener down on the table. “What do you want me to say, Lou?”

“Are you in love with her?”

“Daphne?”

She nodded.

“Does it matter?”

“It does to me,” she said, meeting your eyes. “We’ve known each other for a long time – you know I’m on your side.”

You bit your lip nervously, not sure how to continue. You knew you could trust her, but the idea of saying it out loud, that you really were in love with her. That perhaps she was in love with Rose, and perhaps she wasn’t, but either way she would never be yours. “I think I might be in love with her,” you said at last.

Something shifted in Lou’s gaze, something you couldn’t place that was gone before you had the chance to. She looked away, making her way to the fridge to grab herself a beer, and you could not name the tension that had built between you. You felt as if you had done something wrong, for the energy of the conversation completely contradicted the words spoken throughout it.

“You should tell her,” she insisted, giving you a reassuring glance as she finally faced you. “Work it out.”

“I think she’s in love with Rose.”

“Then maybe you should move on,” she suggested, moving closer to you, “and find someone who could give you the world, everything you deserve.”

At that moment, the door opened once more, slamming shut.

Both of your heads snapped to where Daphne had entered the kitchen. The three of you were silent – Daphne seemed to feel it too, how it felt like the air was getting thicker, that every moment spent in the kitchen was suffocating.

“Daphne,” you breathed, moving to the other side of the room, and though you wished to continue speaking, you had no words.

Daphne cleared her throat, sauntering to the empty bottle of champagne. “Are we out?”

You nodded, but she didn’t see. She was eyeing Lou, and you wondered if the two of them were going to start screaming at one another by the way they looked at each other, as if they shared a secret that could change everything.

Daphne kept their gazes locked as she reached into the fridge for a beer, and she turned to you for a moment as if she were going to say something, yet the words did not come for a moment. “You look wonderful tonight — well, you always look wonderful, but tonight you sort of glow.”

You could hardly meet her eyes, let alone form a coherent sentence. You watched as she left the kitchen, guilt filling you for not responding, and part of you willed yourself to go after her.

Yet would it matter? She had probably already moved past your encounter, she was probably back with Rose, and she had most likely forgotten about you. Any response you could have come up with didn’t matter, for it did not matter to Daphne.

“She’s right, you know,” Lou said, breaking the heavy silence between you. “You’re gorgeous.”

You offered her a small smile, muttered a small ‘thank you,’ and left the kitchen. You left the party entirely, feeling an urgent need to go home, to isolate yourself completely from any chance of interaction.

You were sure that no one would notice your absence — yet she noticed. Daphne always noticed, she always would. She felt every breath you took, she could hear your heartbeat from cities away. Your presence grounded her.

And though she wished to follow you, to make sure you made it home safe, she knew it wouldn’t matter to you, that she would be overstepping.

You would never be hers — she knew it well.

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“I just don’t want to impose,” she rambled, fiddling with a loose strand of her hair. “You know, she and Lou seem to have a connection, and I don’t want to interfere with that and make her push me away…”

Rose shook her head, adding a pin to a dress she was working on. Daphne sifted through the racks of the clothes Rose sold at her new store, attempting to seem as nonchalant as she could, yet Rose had learned well to see past it. “You should talk to her — there’s no other way, really. It’s the most simple route. Hints and glances will only take you so far, and if you’re wrong—”

“I’m not.”

Rose smiled slightly, looking over to Daphne. “I know you’re never wrong,” she teased, “but on the rare chance that you are, you might never get a chance with her. If she says ‘no,’ then that’s that, and you move on.”

“I don’t know if I could,” she muttered, unsure if Rose had heard her.

“I guarantee she’s head over heels for you,” Rose continued. “We all see it, even Lou sees it, though I know it taunts her. The two of you are perfect for each other.”

“You really think so?”

Before she could respond, the door to the shop opened, and you entered.

Upon seeing her, you almost melted through the floor. You instantly became overly aware of what you were wearing, of your mannerisms, of everything around you.

Rose greeted you immediately, and you took notice of the small grin she sent Daphne. “Good afternoon, darling, what do you need?”

“I’m here to pick up the dress I ordered.”

“Ah, of course. Give me one moment,” she hurried off into the back room, and you were alone with Daphne.

“Hi,” you started awkwardly, and if you hadn’t been so embarrassed, you would’ve laughed at yourself.

Daphne smiled. “Hey…”

The air grew thick, and while both of you wished to break the silence, neither of you could find anything to say.

“I watched one of your films last night,” you said.

“Oh, really?” You seemed to have her attention. It was as if every bit of her confidence in her talent weighed on your response.

You nodded. “You’re amazing.”

A breath of relief.

And Rose was back too soon.

—

You rushed into the sitting room, searching for your purse, rushing to leave the theater. You couldn’t believe what had happened — you weren’t sure how to feel about any it.

You had been friends with Lou for more years than you could count. It had never been more than that, it had always been platonic.

Until recently, and not in your eyes.

You had suspected that Lou might be attracted to you, yet you were terrible at deciphering attraction, and Lou was that way with everyone… maybe she wasn’t.

Too preoccupied with the thoughts running laps in your head, you didn't hear the door open.

Your purse was on the sofa — you finally grasped it, relieved now that you could leave.

You turned, almost dropping to the floor when you collided with someone… when you collided with Daphne.

Her voice rang in your ears as she asked if you were alright, and it took you a moment to process her words. “I’m fine,” you assured her, yet you were completely out of sorts. “Are you?”

She nodded, and you could tell that she noticed your distant state. “Did something happen? You don’t seem yourself.”

“No, no, of course not,” you lied. “I came over to help Lou plan the next heist… what are you doing here?”

“I’m not sure I should tell you, I might sound like an alcoholic.”

You smiled slightly, raising your eyebrows.

“I think I left a shoe here after the party the other night. Everything went to hell after you left,” she laughed. “Speaking of which, what happened the other night? You’ve never left early like that before.”

“I was tired.”

Another lie — not even a believable one, and you knew it.

Daphne nodded. You could see her disappointment, could see that she wished for you to share the truth. She stepped away from you, turning to begin her search.

You wanted nothing more than to tell her everything. That you were in love with her, that she never left your mind. She haunted you in the very best way.

Yet if you told her, would she only be pushed even further away? Would it be your fault? For surely she did not reciprocate your feelings, she had made it very clear.

“Lou kissed me,” you blurted it out before you could stop yourself. The words hung in the air awkwardly, tangibly. “A few minutes ago she kissed me.”

You saw her straighten, and she avoided your eyes. “Oh,” you missed the hint of disappointment in her voice. “Are you two… you know…”

“No,” you answered, slightly appalled. “Not at all. There’s someone else, actually, but I’m not sure she feels the same way.”

She finally met your eyes. “What’s her name?”

You chewed your lip anxiously — it was now or never. “Daphne Kluger.”

Daphne did not respond.

You had turned your gaze to the ground, yet if you hadn’t, you would have seen the gentle smile that graced her lips, the hope that flooded her eyes.

She approached you, and suddenly her hands were on your waist, and you were drifting closer.

And suddenly, as if the stars had finally aligned, your lips met hers.

At that moment, everything was perfect. Nothing could come between you, for your last obstacle had been yourselves.

Love had kept you apart, and love, always, would bring you together.

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rubberchickeny · 10 months

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Daryl Dixon and Last of Us

I don't want to be negative, but I can't help it. As a fan of both The Walking Dead and Last of Us (games and show) this lack of humility, respect and common sense baffles me.

Last of Us is about the connection of the two main characters, like I said in my previous post.

I almost want to call Joel broken, and some of him is, but mainly he has been frozen. He has a couple of people in his life that he cares about, but even with them he has put up a thick, cold wall. He can't ever let himself care again, not like he did for his daughter. (Sound like someone we know?)

Then he meets Ellie.

Ellie is a teenage girl, both a bit bubbly and edgy. She won't take anyone's shit, and she isn't a wallflower, satisfied to keep silent while grown ups make decisions for her. In the show Bella Ramsey takes it even a bit further, doing an amazing job. Pedro Pascal plays Joel as emo, and it's breathtaking (and heartbreaking). All these years Joel hadn't been able to let himself feel, and now he is drowning in his love for Ellie.

(This clip of Last of Us shows as much.)

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The very height of AMC's stupidity is that if they really wanted to use LOU and it's success spirit as inspiration, they were already more than half way there, without stealing the LOU plot! TWD was always at its best when it was a show about people, and how they deal with horrible circumstances (both as individuals and as groups), how some of them welded into a family and how others... didn't. Like LOU, there are people resorting to cannibalism, different factions fighting for power and resources, and people trying to keep at least some of their humanity intact.

As for TWD, we have Carol and Daryl, both of whom have been through Hell, both before and after the apocalypse. Their connection has been strained at times (lots of angsty plot), but there is nothing they wouldn't do for each other (like Joel *cough*). Why didn't AMC use that? The depth of their feelings and their connection was already there, as was their capability for levity to ease the hard subject matter.

Truly, there are not enough words to express how disappointed I am at the mere stupidity of this whole thing. You didn't need to bring a group of nuns (!) and put Daryl in a bath (which in itself feels like it's taking this "whole new Daryl" approach a tad too literally; just saying) before taking The Chosen one in hand.

I truly don't know which would be worse; DD show copying LOU's ending too or trying to do it differently.

Will this (imposter) Daryl save the world, instead of conquering his own saviour complex?

That's not a story I'm signing up for. Nor is this blatant plagiarism, AMC.

#caryl #daryl carol #darylneedscaryl #darylneedscarol #last of us #the last of us #amc #Youtube

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thislovintime · 1 year

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The Pool It! sessions, Cherokee Studios A & B, 1986. Photos 2 & 3 via Roger Bechirian/Tape Op.

Roger Bechirian: “[Micky Dolenz] and Davy Jones showed up one day and had coffee in my home. They'd heard the Squeeze album, East Side Story. Micky loved it and wanted to make a record like that. I thought I could see it, but we made an album that was really middle of the road. Davy Jones brought in all these schmaltzy ballads. The sessions ended with us having a big row in the studio one late afternoon. Davy was calling me every name under the sun. I really lost it. I told him to get out of my studio. Anyway, there were two songs on the album that could've been big hits. ‘Heart and Soul’ was one. The other was a version of a Wreckless Eric song [‘(I'd Go The) Whole Wide World’]. The album was not great.” Q: “Did they play on it?” Bechirian: “Yeah, Micky played some drums and some guitar, although we had session drummers and whatnot. You know who was good? Peter Tork was an amazing multi-instrumentalist. I had no idea! He had a bunch of songs that would've made a great album. But of course they wouldn't have it — Jones wouldn't have it. Peter was great. I was really, really taken with him. He was full of life and had loads of ideas. He'd had a really rough time since they broke up, but he'd really come out of it all.” - Tape Op, July/August 2012

Pool It! also features the Tork song “Gettin’ In”:

“[Peter] played us [Lou Natkin and Pool It! producer Roger Béchirian] that song [’Gettin’ In’] on guitar; I thought it was interesting. He said, ‘Do you like it? Do you like it? I say, ‘Yeah, I like it; it’s interesting.’ He said, ‘Oh that’s your way of saying you don’t like it, [that] it’s not a hit.’ I said, I was honest, ‘It’s not a hit single, but it’s an interesting song.’” - Lou Natkin, Stranger Things Have Happened vinyl sleeve notes

“Your eyes are getting heavy, you are falling asleep. When you awaken, you will obey my commands and remember nothing of this conversation.” - Peter Tork on “Gettin’ In,” Stranger Things Have Happened 1994 liner notes

“The inspiration came to me on West 57th Street one day. I don’t remember the initial form of the piece, but I was charged. I immediately started to make a demo on a dinky little four-track. I had one little synthesizer, it was Casio’s first. It was a genuine synthesizer in that it had an ADSR generator and a primitive sequencer. The reason the bass goes the way it does is that I couldn’t get any lower notes on the keyboard, that’s where it stopped! So Iso I had to write a bass part to fit its limitations. Even when I got more synthesizers I kept the same arrangement, and that’s what I gave to Roger Bechirian. The lyric starts off as a ‘I’ve got you now little girl’ lyric. But one of my goals in my adult songwriting life — the last ten years — has been to have some measure of ambiguity. So, I have sort of shifted over to the spiritual mode. Not like, ‘I’m just out for your body,’ although that would be nice!” - Peter Tork, Listen To The Band liner notes, 1991 (x)

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niuniente · 2 years

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You are the writer how are you surprised that Grimm falls in love first?????

I have mentioned this pretty often but I get to decide maybe 5% of what happens. Everything else is improvised and run by the characters. I'm only one step ahead of you guys in a way that I can draw the comic, and even when drawing I have only a vague idea what's been spoken/what's going on. Sometimes I have to typeset panels I've already drawn to see what the characters are talking about, so that I can tell what I should draw next.

I don't plan. I don't script. I don't design. I don't do storyboards. I sit down and start to draw and see what happens.

Here are some things from Death-Head's Deal that are NOT my ideas but the story/characters decided these themselves:

Vanessa was supposed to be hyena. She wanted to be a leopard called Vanessa.

Grimm was supposed to be a lizard like black monster type, while Pearl was his assistant. Nope, Pearl is an office worker at the HQ and Grimm is a half-face cat working as North's leader, and they’re married. The moment Pearl sees Grimm in the comic is the moment I saw Grimm for the first time, too.

Dinky Sugar was supposed to be just a side character changing a few lines with Joon.

In the same story, Miranda was supposed to be the bad girl, breaking Joon's heart. But nope, Joon told me they're happily together and live under the same roof. I expected they had just met recently, like a few months ago.

Speaking of Joon, I didn't design him. I kept seeing in my head a scene were a woman is speaking with a half-face rabbit man from the East faction, but that man wasn't Alrick. I went "Ok, now, who are you?"

I've decided names only for a few characters; Grimm, Kibibi, Cadao, Metin, Aditi, and Pearl's & Alyssee’s surnames. Everyone else in DHD has named themselves, meaning that the name immediately comes to me or some other character reveals it (like Joon introduced Viv and Miranda to me. I would have never named anyone as Viv or Miranda!).

Talking about names, I knew that Death-Head men named Dio and Joon exist in the DHD world before I knew how they looked like.

West Faction leader and assistant introduced themselves to me just last week.

I don't like to draw stories with children or families, those are my least favorite tropes I avoid like plague if I can, yet we have Cat & Hagon with 4 kids and Joon babysitting Viv. If I get to decide, no one had kids.

Loid just revealed last night how he and Pearl know each other, and told me what his role and place in the DH world actually is. I had been wondering where Pearl and Loid knew each other from, and if Loid was going to stay or just pop in for a short visit.

ALL that has been revealed about the DHD world, their work, paymets and how Lywood is.

Factions having their own facial paint styles.

Dio being formerly in North under Grimm’s command.

Hagon being sick, being a home dad.

Alrick introduced Lou-Lou to me completely.

Kahamet appeared to me in a dream many, many years prior to Death-Head’s Deal.

Vanilla having some shady businesses going on and her targeting Alrick.

Just A FEW to mention.

I've said that I feel that I can't really take a full credit for Death-Head's Deal (nor for any other creations of mine) as I don't "make" them. They come to me.

This type of, well, perhaps we could call it inspirational channeling, seems to be quite typical for many creative people.

#ask niu

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olimpias · 2 years

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WIP REINTRO *DOLL FACE*

genre: horror/thriller/crime (a bit of everything), romance (definitely), adventure (lots of it).

setting: Vrozhondiya, a fictive, gigantic, early-18th-century-france/england/russia-inspired northern country. It has mountains, forests, many small villages, few big cities and a lot of snow in the winter and I mean a lot of it. Mainly takes place in Cantaville, the truly splendid capital. Splendid in certain quarters, that is.

themes & tropes: complicated friends to lovers, minor enemies to lovers, court intrigues, murder, inequality, insanity but it’s ok, unconventional families (found to some degree), moral compass? i don’t know her, magic but it’s icky and difficult, how to fight injustice in the worst possible but still effective way

pov: third person multiple

status: writing

synopsis:

Zoyka Abraxis is the cleverest girl in Cantaville, maybe even the whole world, and she knows it. She is also excessively pretty and rather well-to-do and has absolutely no desire to come of age and get married the following year. This winter is her last season of freedom and she’s going to enjoy it. Or she would, if life wasn’t so horribly boring.

There are, of course, the twelve ministers that may or may not have overthrown the king, hidden away his infant son and are now apparently exploiting everyone who’s opposing them, poor or not a human. Then the student uprising that could very well lead to a revolution and whose leader is possibly a young lord (how ironic), or the state composer difficulties, but all these things belong into politics and why should she care about politics? Besides, she has her best friend Philip who works for the government and tells her all the latest political gossip, albeit reluctantly so.

Everything changes when, at the first ball of the season, the Minister of Military is murdered, stabbed with one of Zoyka’s hat pins of all things. The entirety of the high society agrees that it is most inconsiderate and disgraceful to just pass away during a dance and embarrass your partner in such a way. But when more and more ministers are killed, Zoyka decides to take matters into her own hands and find the killer, the leader of the revolution, the king’s mysterious son and a new state composer all at once. Not necessarily to stop the murders or the revolution but to simply know the truth and end her boredom (the ministers deserve to die for all she cares). And her ability to read minds might actually be of real use for once.

have one of my favourite quotes from what I’ve written so far:

“My dear Zoyka, has it ever occured to you that you might actually be crazy?” Philip said defeatedly.

“Of course it has. Daily. But what am I supposed to do about it? Thanking you for noticing, probably. Most people don’t.”

characters:

Zoyka Abraxis (she/her, asexual/biromantic)

human

granddaughter of Camir Abraxis

family power: eyes, specific: mind reading

Philip Semenov (he/him, bisexual)

human

Official Foreign Inquirer for the Honourable Ministery of Vrozhondiya

family power: ears, specific: coordination

Camir Abraxis (he/him, probably straight idk)

human

first magician/healer of Vrozhondiya

family power: eyes, specific: 360° view

Lillian Sandino (she/her, lesbian)

human

candidate for favourite debutante of the season

family power: hands, specific: heat

Theodore Capmandou (he/him, gay)

human

student of magical history and knowledge

family power: feet, specific: balance

Vazya Jeberte (he/him, gay)

human

student of music

family power: none

Loucifiera, ”Lou” (they/them, pansexual)

dragonfaery

member of the ”Circus of Special Attractions and Unbridled Entertainment”

family power: well, none, but they have wings (obviously)

Micola Carramade (he/him for now, unknown)

human

only child of Adelaisis I of Vrozhondiya

family power: body, specific: passing through walls

taglist under the cut (ask to be +/-)

general taglist: @wherewindysurgeswend @gothicgibsongirl @bookphobe @write-gallagher @sadsentinel @aeipathys @tragediesoftory @ortolon @euphoniouspandemonium

doll face: @poisonedpatchoulis @sadsentinel @tragediesoftory @smallaviatrix @ryns-ramblings @dandelion-tea @ortolon @oocephalus @willowiswriting @citywillow @cream-and-tea @wip-nook @athenswrites @jessicas-story-blog22 @scarletteflamerald @thetruearchmagos @motelbf

#ITS FINALLY HERE #i have so much lore and shit in my head that i couldn’t talk about bc the intro wasnt ready yet 😭😭#but now folks now muahahahahaa #doll face #wip reintroduction #wip intro #wip introduction #wip #my wip #my writing #writing #writeblr #fantasy #horror #crime #just random tags at this point #amwriting

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kindredhearts13 · 2 years

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Dissecting The Cleaning Lady, Episode 2x05 “The Brit”

Okay, I know I am SO BEHIND on these. I’m going to try and pump out episodes 2-4 over the next few weeks but I just HAD to talk about this episode. So many interesting things, so much evolution in writing. And Lou Diamond Philip’s directing was beautiful. It’s a long one, let’s dive in:

ROBERT KAMDAR

Let me begin by stating that I am such a fan of Kamdar, or rather- what he has the potential to become. There is so much potential and character literally oozing out of Naveen Andrews and my only complaint is that Naveen is being under-utilized. I feel like they’ve told me each and every episode who he is and how much power he holds in Vegas, and yet, I still don’t actually know anything about him. I love the fact that they want to have the characters talk about how dangerous he is, but I want the writers to stop telling me and actually show me. Typically, letting the audience arrive at a conclusion (though it may be a guided arrival) is more impactful than constantly telling them of the imminent danger. We are in the second chapter of this story, we understand the inherent danger looming over everything and everyone- and even though we’re introducing new characters, I still need to feel like they fit into the world we’ve established immediately. And while I don’t feel like Kamdar doesn’t fit, I also am not sure exactly how he fits in.

Let me better explain with some examples of ushering in a major character or major facts about that character:

Lately, I’ve been watching House of the Dragon (potential spoiler warning for anyone very behind or who has not, but plans on watching the show). There is the now infamous scene when Alicent Hightower enters the engagement dinner mid-King’s speech all dressed in green. Now, we don’t know House Hightower very well, at least we didn’t until we got further into this season, so the writers felt it important for us to be as familiar with these houses as we were in the original Game of Thrones. The issue is that they took what would have already stood alone as a truly brilliant show of strength and introduction to the house, at large- and dumbed it down, lessening the impact. We saw her wearing green, her house color and the way her house (also in green) reacted. We knew what it meant, but they still had a character explain what it meant.

This is similar to Kamdar. That first scene with Thony was so powerful and uncomfortable and left a lasting impression on us all, but after giving us a taste of who he is- they’ve proceeded to explain his power every episode rather than show it. Yes, he has Arman doing things for him, but I want to see Kamdar in action. I want to watch this man, who is clearly a wizard with his words and deeds, scare us.

I’ve often said that this show is heavily inspired by Breaking Bad and I feel that Kamdar’s character is inspired by Gus Frig from that show, arguably one of the best written, most insidious villains on television. Much like Kamdar, he was the Kingpen of all criminal activities in that show, and though seemingly unassuming at first glance- one conversation with him let you know just how lethal he could be. The difference is that we got to watch that unfold with Gus, on here- we haven’t yet. I’m fine with little hints into who Kamdar is and it makes sense to discuss him as a threat, but I wish we got to see more of that threat for ourselves.

Last thing on him: I have been a fan of Naveen for most of my life, and something that always excites me about his performances is the subtlety he has in his gestures and looks. He doesn’t ever approach a character in an obvious, over the top way. My favorite characters of his are the ones that have this sense of curiosity to them, quietly drawing you closer with each passing moment. He’s so phenomenal in how he does this, and I want them to give him more screen time and more to work with for the audience to really see that. Especially with the scenes between Kamdar and Nadia. While I definitely feel the connection between them, all of their scenes together are too short to really let you feel that intensity and passion, and let me tell you, Naveen Andrews knows how to give a loving, baring my soul with only my eyes scene in a way that makes you weak in the knees. He just feels too confined right now.

FIONA

It is ABOUT DAMN TIME that we learn more about Fiona’s past relationships and Jazz’s father! I’ve been wanting to explore this side of Fiona for so long, and I’m excited that we finally get to. This has truly been her season, and the growth and resilience of her character has been one of my favorite things. Martha’s managed to steal just about every single scene that she’s in, and really make the depth of Fiona’s emotions and inner conflict feel so real. I don’t have much to comment on, where Fi is concerned, in this episode outside of the fact that having Fi working at at a showgirl club that will undoubtedly have some drag queens at some point was a fantastic choice and will hopefully be a excellent source of growth for her. (And Thony.) I’m keeping my eye on Fi these next few episodes because I feel like we’re about to have some major movement on her character with the return of JD.

GARRETT

First of all, I LIVE for an unexpected drag queen scene in any show, so that was an absolute delight and also shout out to the show for celebrating the drag culture in Vegas and painting it in such a powerful tone. Seeing Garrett have such respect for someone and not try to play games with them was refreshing and truly the scene he needed.

Okay, let’s chat about this man. I do not hate Garrett, he annoys me, but I think that’s a bit of the point. I do, however, believe that the writers are being extremely smart with how they approached his character last season. Garrett was never a bad character, but the reality is that even Oliver Hudson couldn’t make him charming when he existed in a space where he’s a privileged white man coming for a group of minorities just trying to take care of their family. Making Fi and Thony his targets was never going to make him everyone’s favorite FBI agent. As well, the only person to hold him accountable was a white woman who also constantly got him out of trouble. His partner, though a black woman, was severely under-used and barely made an appearance after a few episodes. So, Garrett was always going to look like the incompetent antagonist, even if we’re supposed to view all of them in this grey area. As much as I am a fan of Liza Weil and was intrigued by Russo, I think that is was a smart decision to move away from the Garrett/Russo dynamic this season. I’m not entirely sure why that happened (perhaps Liza had another opportunity come up but already committed to the first season?), but the introduction of Agent Jefferson was incredibly smart. Garrett and the FBI could not exist in this world and tone of the show without having a more grounded presence and reality; and Jefferson compliments Garrett so well while also holding his feet to the fire for everything.

I am excited to see how Garrett’s story proceeds this season, especially now that he, Thony, and Arman are working together. Perhaps the funniest thing he said was during the final scene of this episode when he told Arman to “shut his face.” It’s scenes like this that we need more of, because they show us so much of what makes Garrett a likable character and even necessary character. We had a few glimpses last season, but I really want his character to mean more to us all.

NADIA

I truly need to make an entirely separate post on Nadia. I love her, and I’m excited to see more of her in action this season, but I also need them to give her more screen-time and more interaction with Robert that isn’t used solely to make Arman jealous. So far, we know more about how smart she is and that she was in a backwoods bar- but I would love a montage of Nadia truly working the floor and a chance to see her in her element the way we do when Thony cleans or performs medical procedures. I want to see Nadia in all of her power, and I want to see Kamdar’s reaction to it all.

When it comes to Arman, truthfully- I want Nadia to be the one who leaves him. Don’t get me wrong, this is a toxic relationship on both sides and they’re both holding onto something that is dead at this point, but she is so hurt and feels so alone in this relationship and I want to see her truly take a stand against that. Let’s have Nadia and Kamdar go into true business together and be rivals to Thony and Arman. Let’s see Nadia in her mob boss era.

Also, on the Morales’ marriage- it truly is over. I don’t think that there’s really any coming back from the state it was in before the show even began. From day one, we’ve seen that they love each other, but also aren’t happy together. And now that we know that Kamdar was the one to bring Nadia into this world, this life- it kind of makes the story between her and Arman even more devastating- she truly is the string representing his connection to a version of himself that he detests. And even though Nadia doesn’t want him to suffer and “lower himself,” as she puts it; she also doesn’t truly care about doing things that are legit and benefit people outside of them. She’s not a bad person, and she’s selfish because she had to be to survive. But Nadia needs to make sure that she’s taken care of, and I feel before Arman even met Thony, he was starting to feel a bit lost- and that their trouble started there. To me, it seems like they were too people that burned hot and fast when all that mattered was getting ahead; but once Arman’s moral compass started to conflict, once his emotions got in the way (remember, before he even really got that involved with Thony’s life, he was hesitant to ask Hayak for something because he didn’t want to fracture their relationship) their relationship started to shift because they no longer had one common goal for their future and their family. I feel for Nadia because she is with someone that doesn’t appreciate her the way that he should; but I also feel for Arman because he’s in a relationship with someone that loves and appreciates the version of himself that he used to be- but can’t love or accept the person he’s been evolving into.

Someone else on here said it best: at this point, it is easier for them to point fingers and blame each other, Thony, and Kamdar than it is to just say the truth.

THONY AND ARMAN

Okay, this is probably the longest chunk- so, if you are still reading: steady on.

At the club

I love seeing Thony so unphased by both Nadia and Arman. I can only imagine how extremely uncomfortable and confusing it must be to have Arman act one way with just her (usually) and then become almost an entirely different person with Nadia. Twice now, she’s felt disrespected by them both and though they may have not appreciated how she spoke to them, she knew that if she didn’t make her feelings plain and shut that shit down, they would just ignore her. Which they did anyway, BUT they did it feeling a little butt hurt because my girl gave a quick read and walked away without so much of a look back.

The Fight

Okay, so I genuinely had to pause the episode, walk away, and then come back a few minutes later after Thony and Arman’s argument. I was so angry and disappointed with how he spoke to her that I couldn’t even handle it in the moment, but now- we get to dissect!

First I want more Bosco, but I’m loving the little nuggets of him that we get. The evolution of not only Thony but his respect for her and for, clearly, how much she means to Arman is fascinating. The first time they met, he was short and curt with her and she was scared of him. Now, she’s fine greeting him before Arman, their hsaking hands, and he refers to her as “sister,” much like how he calls Arman “hermano.” It’s a small detail, but it paints a larger picture of how much things have changed and how people that Thony was once afraid of are starting to respect and like her.

Now, the actual fight was necessary but also heartbreaking. On the one hand, Arman was right- he has done so much for Thony without a second thought. On the other hand, why do something for someone out of love and loyalty if you’re just going to throw it back into their face? Because that isn’t a show of love, that’s a show of “I did this for you, and now you owe me.” But love and friendship is doing something for someone because you want to help them, not because you expect something in return. Again, at the same time, if you are a loyal partner or friend and you’ve maintained that position of being someone that shows up- you should absolutely expect the other person to show up for you. Because these things are not one-sided. I was toying with this dichotomy back and forth until I realized something: both Arman and Thony were correct and valid in their feelings, but the issue came from Arman’s delivery and the way in which he chose to go about it and that informed the rest of the episode.

Arman is used to sharing low blow for low blow with Nadia. At this point, it’s become his normal. He equates this tit for tat to being in a relationship, when in reality, it isn’t healthy to fight with your partner that way. To him, from Nadia to Hayak, love comes with some form of abuse- even if it is mutual- because that’s just a part of getting ahead. It’s something you have to put up with. For Thony, she’s used to these kind of arguments and has definitely exchanged her share of low blows (let me remind you of the way she dragged Arman two inches from his face until he had to walk away last season). Her relationship with Marco mirrored this aspect of Arman and Nadia. (We saw just how much from Marco’s father.) The difference is that Thony doesn’t believe that this is love- she knows that it isn’t- and she doesn’t want to go back to that anymore.

There was this beautiful, split second moment when Thony caught herself from saying something she would regret, and instead delivered a measured response in the midst of her anger- because she cared too much about Arman to hurt him. Arman, however, still needs to learn how to do that.

Everyone’s default way to try and knock Thony down a peg is to call her judgmental. And she is. But not in a way that looks down on others- she’s judgmental in a way that she judges your behavior against the person she knows you to be- which is better than what you’re displaying. It’s not an “I’m better than you,” so much as it is an “you’re better than this.” And for Arman to throw the motel manager thing back in her face was so wrong, but it is exactly how he and Nadia communicate and talk to each other. Let’s be clear: Arman knows that Thony fells horribly about what happened, that he literally killed for her, and she more than appreciates it- but that shouldn’t mean compromising her morals or who she is. The irony of it all is: if Arman had just opened up and been honest with Thony about what was really going on and what it was doing to him, she would’ve agreed to everything from the beginning. But he’s spent every episode icing her out- even though last episode he was more vulnerable and open, he still didn’t fully let her know what was going on. So, she had no idea of just how truly dangerous Kamdar could be nor how much it all was hurting Arman.

Their reunion

Something that I noticed in this episode is that Arman finally saw Thony again. Like, actually saw her, for the first time since last season. This is, again, why pacing is so important and why they needed more episodes this season- because if you don’t have a steady pace, too many things lose the chance to unfold as naturally. I wish they would focus on those smaller moments more because we need to see more of how tormented Arman has been by all of this, and though I felt for him, I didn’t feel the level of anguish I should have because I’m still trying to figure out how long its been and how we got here.

When Thony came into that room, grabbed his hand and told him that she was going to help him- he truly looked at her for the first time in a long time. And by that I mean, it woke something up inside of him. She could’ve abandoned him for how he spoke to her, the things he said, she could’ve called him the monster he believes himself to be- she could’ve done anything- but instead, she took his hand and let him know that she was with him and wasn’t going anywhere. And that is the biggest difference in Arman’s relationship with Nadia. Thony is capable of forgiveness and moving forward; and even when she has the opportunity to land a final blow (and every right to), she nurtures you instead. That is also why I stand by my repeated statement that, until Arman gets his shit together, he doesn’t deserve her.

I, personally, am glad that there haven’t been any major declarations of love between the two because it wouldn’t make sense and all it would do is taint their relationship into a toxic mess. I don’t want to watch someone tell another that they love them, they want to be with them, and then proceed to fling mud at them- that’s literally what Nadia and Arman’s relationship is. The way that I mentioned I want the writers to do less talking and more showing about Kamdar? That’s what they’re doing with Arman and Thony, and it is going to make the moment when they do finally vocalize their exact feelings to on another that much more powerful. Because they let us watch it happen and evolve.

If you stuck around to read this whole thing, thank you. It was a LONG one. I’ll leave you with this: to me, Arman helping Thony with her helmet and then wrapping Thony’s hands around his waist was so beautiful because he not only gave his consent for her to be that intimate with him in that moment, but it was also him saying “I am choosing to protect you, I want to keep you safe. This is my choice, it always has been. I’m sorry for making you feel like a burden.” It was a return to him actually being present with her. And we saw the fruit of that when they were stopped by Garrett- Arman wasn’t concerned about himself, just Thony. He didn’t try to talk or argue his way out of getting arrested, he only tried to keep her out of trouble. And I am hopeful that we have finally gotten to the place the writers really wanted to focus on this season and that now, the pacing will be much stronger and the show will feel more airtight.

#tcl #the cleaning lady #armony #thony x arman #thony de la rosa #arman morales #fiona de la rosa #nadia morales #robert kamdar #elodie yung #adan canto #naveen andrews

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#𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 — an independent , private , & semi-selective FANDOMLESS original character ; 𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓱 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓽 : daughter of world-renowned tomb raider , member of the secret society DAUGHTERS OF ARTEMIS , & on the run treasure hunter . | est. in april , 2023 . all fandoms are welcome to interact & are highly encouraged to !! rated 21+ . minors DNI . extremely low activity currently . written by R.Z. ( she/her , 25+ ) .

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Hi ! Welcome to my new OC blog , thank you for stopping by . I'm on the EST & i've recently come back to this hellsite after a nearly 9 year long break from writing . Lou from @tobeblamed unintentionally inspired me to come back so here i am !! i hope we can have fun & write together .

This blog is pretty much friendly everything !! I'm open to everything & i hope you will be the same . I won't tolerate hate of any kind , this is my blog . my space that i curate as a positive hub for me to escape my real life for a bit . i won't allow for it to be dulled . so be nice, just be a good egg !!

I will be on my main rp account most days !! ( @gunchamber ) so activity here will probably be sporadic . i also work a full time job unfortunately . i also believe i'm undiagnosed ADHD so i could very well be here shitposting but not replying to things , so patience is appreciated. please don't rush me on replies . if it's been a while feel free to shoot me a message to remind me , but continuous heckling will cause me to not want to write with you . i'll ask you politely once , if you continue then i will unfollow .

I am loosely a mutuals only rp blog , i'm only semi-selective . i also rarely follow first , and it's not me being a snob it's me being a pansy ass bitch that has social anxiety . if you see that we have the same mutuals , then i probably have already lurked your blog and i'm waiting to make the first move . it could be within thirty seconds of discovering you or several weeks . i am trash i know . i'm sorry .

the best ways to reach out and get things started is sending me some memes or tagging me in a starter !! if you are more into plotting , and we are mutuals send me an IM or ask for my discord !! i LOVE plotting some background for our muses to have a connection it's my favorite part !!

Shipping . it's one of those things that back then i would be like , shipping with all the muses that mine interacts with . but now i really enjoy and appreciate even the non-romantic relationships my muse gets into . i enjoy the slow build of our muse and based on their chemistry we will see if things become romantic!! world building and plotting is beautiful like that isn't it ?

Soft Blocking is new to me, but i like the concept . with that being said , if you soft block me and i end up refollowing you . i'm not doing it with ill intent or out of spite , i would just think something with tumblr happened that made me unfollow you . i apologize in advance .

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deafsignifcantother · 2 years

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too quiet to be without you

♥ summary: you are the type of person that likes to spend their time in libraries, though recently you’ve discovered that watching eddie munson was more entertaining than any book. with him reciprocating the attention, and you find it rather hard to not spend every second of your day with him. (sfw but describes the sex the two of you had had)

♥ relationships: eddie munson x deaf gender neutral reader

♥ word count: 1.3k

♥ details: reader is lonely, reader is not alternative, reader uses voice

♥ warnings: kinddaa stalking, !summarizing sex!

♥ author's note: it's inspired by touch by alice phoebe lou kinda

He tries not to touch any novel in this place. Dustin pulls him along, opening a thick ancient-looking book before slamming it onto a table and speeding through the pages. Eddie stands behind him, glancing over his shoulder, his eyes focused but his face disinterested. You are in the middle of the nonfiction aisle, looking through the spaces in between the shelves towards them. It's him. That's the one who always borrows your pencils in class (as if he's ever given them back).

Ever since you've started going to this school, you've been lonely. There's no social club for you to join and there are no people who you have gotten along with yet. There are moments where you have been stopped in P.E for some of the girls practice introducing themselves in sign language to you. You entertain them until they're satisfied, and they walk away.

Eddie has signed to you only once. He nudged you in class.

"Can... I... have...a," he signed the letter a, "pencil."

You blink, handing him the one you were using before grabbing another one from your bag. Ever since then, whenever he'd show up in class he would nudge your side and lift his chin in a remember-what-I-signed-that-one-time?-yeah,-that and you'll give him a pencil. He uses those pencils for DND, and then always leaves them at home afterwards. You've never denied him a pencil so far. What he doesn't see is you picking up a pack from the store just so he doesn't stop asking you for some.

You've been keeping your eye on him since then. Whenever you hand him a pencil he gives you a playful smirk and thanks you verbally.

By the end of the semester you felt as if you were head-over-heels in love with him. He is attractive, some months older than yourself and has a rebellious, worldly air about him. The idea of being with him makes your insides soften: the differing aesthetics and dynamic would make you two a picture perfect couple. You wondered what people who see you together might think. If there was a clear way of approaching him romantically, you would have done it already. You've been fantasizing about him too much to not have conjured one already.

Communicating with him is vaguely possible. After a month of sitting next to him in class he had started trying to talk to you. It mostly stemmed from him wanting to do anything but classwork. Lucas had found him some old asl dictionary and let him borrow it and it was the only book he had in his backpack for awhile.

He told you he is named Eddie, lived around here for awhile, likes guitars and will always have something for you if you ever feel like getting messed up. He told you of his legacy of being a bad boy, and he did it with a face hinting that he was teasing you.

You could hardly understand most of his signs, but it was enough for you to grasp concepts of what he was trying to say. He lipped most of the words anyway.

Two months later, the next time you spoke to him, you had gone to a bookstore and bought him his own dictionary, one that wasn't from the 60s.

"I haven't told you things about me, have I?" You signed, trying to help him practice understanding what you say.

"No," he said back.

"Hmm, let’s see. I like reading, I like sitting by myself, but I also like talking to you."

"How unusual," he said, and you were relieved to see that he was smiling.

Ever since then, you've allowed yourself to linger around him. You don't talk to him in public, not really, but you do make an impression in the corner of his eye. You know his address, but that's just because he's invited you over before (oh gosh, what would have happened if you said yes). You know what bands he likes because of the patches on his jacket and the shirts that he wears. You know the brand of his picks and the place where he always gets his sandwiches. You just like his presence, that's all it is.

He is about twenty minutes late from coming out of the cd store. You tighten your jaw, feeling a bit worried and cold, you didn't expect to be out this late so you don't have a jacket on you, and something in you is preventing you from just walking away. When he finally does come out, you think for a moment that he has not noticed you and is going to walk straight past but then before you know it he opens his car door for you and locks it back up when he plants himself in the drivers seat.

Your imagination has only went this far. Everything beyond this point is something otherworldly. His jeans have holes in them, and in there you can see the goosepimples on his legs. You fight the urge to put your hand against them. This moment is the clear path towards expressing your romantic interest (and is this his: picking you up from a parking lot?).

He starts to talk, not looking at you, and you just scoff. He's so funny sometimes.

"Have you eaten?" He signs, glancing at you with one hand on the wheel. You just give him a thumbs up.

And off you go. Drifting farther into the trees means that he pushes down on the gas more. Going fast, headlights on and windows down is something that you had only experienced through the tv screen. He is driving faster than usual, feeling the urge to seem more charming than he actually is. However, in his trailer, the way he touches you is very much more charming than he usually is. He uses his lips to get little squeals out of you and he grips onto your thighs so hard that you had gasped.

How could you possible look at him the same way after that? It's hard, especially since he spent time afterwards letting you teach him compliments, words like beautiful and nice-looking and charming.

There's also the time you came over where things were a little less seductive and were more fun. During a part of it, he had turned his radio all the way up and bent you over it so your chest could feel the vibrations.

He kissed your fingers and he pressed his lips to your temple whenever you fell asleep against him.

And whenever he falls asleep, you glance up at his tired face and wonder how it was that you managed to get so close to him.

You get everything you have ever wanted when, in the middle of the evening, you and him sit at a wooden bench within the quad of the school long after it has ended, both your backpacks tucked under the seat. He brought you the water and the chips that you asked for and, anxious to have you waste more of your time waiting for him, he asked you if you would like to go out with him.

Initially, you were confused, as your first thought was where does he want to go.

His signs have gotten more ASL-y and that's the best you think you'll ever get out of him. You miss his stupid grammar and the lost look in his eyes.

"I do." You sign back, "if you can keep up with my fast signing."

He smiles smugly, leaning in and giving you flirty eyes. "You've been doing a good job at keeping up with me when I go fast."

You scoff, responding verbally, "gosh!"

He went back to looking off into the sky, lingering in the sound of your voice and trying his best not to smile.

#stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #x reader #x deaf s/o #x deaf reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader

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With that and reading her wiki page you might be right about her copying stuff from her. It's too coincidental // damn, I read her wiki page and besides the ones mentioned above she’s also mentioned Francoise Hardy lol. Look I really think this is not coincidental. I mean, you really should be careful naming people like Nico as your inspiration and icon. I read an interview with Clara where she mentioned Nico and Lou has said the same things about her 😬😳 that she had a timeless androgynous style or whatever. I really doubt Lou even knows the “story” of Nico, Francoise, etc She probably just read some popular French singer cited her and she’s doing the same. How can you just copy paste your personality?!!

If you don't have a personality of your own it's easy to take on someone else's. She was the younger sibling of the two and was probably treated like that. Never had to take on responsibilities. And now as an adult if you don't have taste you just name racist bitches for the aesthetic. It's a dangerous game.

#Louise Verneuil #Clara Luciani

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Heyyy can we have “ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

Steddie or geraskier?

LOU, MY LOVE 💚 Of course you can and I chose Steddie, because the brainrot is real. After I read your request last night, I woke up today and chose angst and pain apparently

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary: Vecna is defeated, weeks have passed and Steve and Eddie are spending more and more time together to figure out what this is between them, when Dustin barges in to tell them that he's seen a Demogorgon. They make a plan that involves no one but them, because they want to protect the others. Pairing: Steddie | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson Word count: 1905 Warning/Tags: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, a but of fluff at the end, nightmares, Steve has PTSD and partial loss of hearing, panic attacks, Post Season 4, everybody lives (let me know if I missed anything)

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Who'll Stop the Rain

Vecna was defeated as far as they could tell, and while the town was in bad shape, Eddie and Steve were able to explore what was happening between them. They’d realised it amidst all the drama, but when Eddie had barely made it out alive from the Upside Down, they’d spent more time together, especially alone, and Steve had told Eddie everything that had happened before Vecna. About the Demogorgons, the Mind-Flayer, the Russians… everything. Even the things he hadn’t told anyone - not even Robin.

The nightmares always kept Steve awake or woke him in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat so that he had to take a shower, but even that normally didn’t help him. What had helped him was being in a room with Eddie, knowing that he was there and that he was safe. He even told Eddie about the problems he had with his hearing. Due to all the trauma he’d suffered through, being beaten up not just once, but three times by now, he’d lost pretty much all of his hearing in one ear. He told Eddie about the torture he’d endured from the Russians, showed him all the faded scars on his body that bore witness to what he’d suffered through.

They’d grown closer, but hadn’t talked about what this was between them. They’d held hands, but hadn’t kissed yet. They didn’t need to speak about it to know what the other one was feeling, they could see it in the other’s eyes, but they were taking it slowly. Steve had gotten his heart broken while Eddie found it hard to trust people, but with Steve, it was becoming easier and easier for him.

“Demogorgon,” Dustin said breathlessly one day as he came through the door, staring at both Eddie and Steve. “At the junkyard. I just saw it!”

“You’re shitting me!” Steve looked at Dustin in disbelief, feeling his hands tighten to fists. This seemed all too familiar, because that was where they’d tried to fight Dart, the Demogorgon Dustin had more or less raised, and then they’d been in for a surprise.

“No… I saw just one and ran as fast as I could.”

“Do the others know?” Steve asked, getting up from where he was sitting. Here he’d thought they’d have some quiet weeks, because they deserved it, but that was apparently out of the question.

“No, I came here straight away.”“Good, don’t tell them. I’ll take care of this.” Like he always did, because he needed that, needed to protect his friends, his family because he couldn’t lose any one of them. They’d nearly lost Max and Eddie, but they were alright now. He had to keep them out of harm’s way.

“You’re not gonna do this alone,” Eddie stood up as well, taking Steve’s hand in his. Steve had feared that Eddie would say this.

“Exactly,” Dustin chimed in. “We’re in this together.”

“Alright.” Steve knew that he didn’t stand a chance against them, that they would follow him no matter what. Only if he locked them up somewhere would they let him leave alone, but he couldn’t do that. He considered it for a moment, though. “But you’re gonna listen to what I say. No questions asked, you just follow my rules. Am I making myself clear?”

“Uhh bossy,” Eddie chuckled, trying to lift the mood a little, but it didn’t work.

“Yes, Munson, and I will whip your ass if you do not listen to me!” As much as he wanted to keep this lighthearted, this wasn’t the right situation. He needed them to listen, to follow. “I’m not risking losing any of you again. I nearly lost you once.” His voice quivered for a moment, showing the emotion that he was pushing away, because if he thought about that now, about Eddie’s bloody body in his arms, he wouldn’t go out there. No, he would wrap his arms around Eddie, get in his car with him and drive wherever, just far away from Hawkins.

“Alright…” Eddie agreed, not wanting to cause Steve more pain than he already had, and they started making their plan. Eddie was following Dustin and Steve, because they were the ones with the experience. They’d lured the Demogorgon in before, and they knew what they had to do better now.

They got everything they needed and prepared the junkyard. They set traps, they laid out the meat. Steve took care of the gasoline, kept the lighters - in case one wasn’t working - in his pocket. Maybe, they should have talked to Hop, but Steve just wanted to get this over with, burn that thing to the ground and then get back home. He was so tired of all this shit, but he couldn’t turn a blind eye.

Once they were finished, they waited and listened. It took about an hour until Steve heard it, the screeches that followed him into his nightmares.

“When I say run-” He turned towards Dustin and Eddie “-I need you to do as I say, and don’t even think about me.”

“You’re not being serious!” Eddie gasped at him, shaking his head. “No. Nope! Not gonna happen!”

“You agreed! I told you that I was making the rules and both of you agreed!”

“This is bullshit!” Dustin piqued up.

“I’m serious! There is no shame in running.” His eyes locked with Eddie’s as he used Eddie’s words. “Sometimes, it’s the best thing we can do, and I need you both to do this… For me!”

The pleading look he levelled at both of them made Eddie groan. He couldn’t deny him that, and neither could Dustin.

“Okay,” Eddie said, swallowing past the lump in his throat. He knew how dangerous it was and he wanted to stay by Steve’s side, but he couldn’t.

When the noises got closer and Steve got a good look at the Demogorgon, he turned towards Dustin and Eddie. “Run! NOW!”

While they turned around to start running, Steve jumped up from where they had been hiding.

“HEY! You ugly ass monster! Come and get some fresh meat!” He waved at the thing to get its attention and started running towards the bus. He wanted it to get inside before he lit the fire so that there was no escape, he just had to jump to the side at the right moment. He got in position when he heard it.

Dustin’s screams followed by Eddie’s, calling for help. He’d told them to run, and he’d sent them right to their doom.

—

“Steve… Stevie… Hey open your eyes!”

Eddie was sitting on the bed next to Steve, hovering over his shaking body. Another nightmare, but this time worse than he’d ever experienced it. Steve’s whole body was convulsing, his hands clenched to fists, and he was having trouble breathing.

“You’re safe! Nobody will hurt you! Listen to my voice!”

Eddie pushed Steve’s sweaty hair from his forehead, pressed his cool hand to the heated skin. With his other hand, he rubbed Steve’s chest, starting to panic, because the other wasn’t calming down at all.

“Baby please!” Eddie pleaded, fighting back the tears when Steve’s eyes opened all of a sudden. The shaking didn’t stop, but it wasn’t as violent anymore.

“I can’t,” Steve tried to force out, but couldn’t finish the sentence. The pressure on his chest was too much, making it harder and harder for him to breathe, panic gripping him tight as he tried his best to focus on something.

“I’ve got you! You hear me?” Eddie leaned back over Steve again, his dark curls cascading down, tickling Steve’s cheeks. Somehow, it was calming, because it proved that Eddie was there. Still, there was not enough air filling his lungs.

“Look at me, Stevie. Look at me!” Eddie’s warm hands were now on his cheeks, thumbs brushing over them, before he slowly moved them down to Steve’s chest. “Breathe with me, follow my lead. In… and out…” He took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Steve’s eyes were fixed on Eddie and he tried, his breathing slowly growing even, not so ragged anymore, until he was really breathing together with Eddie. In and out… in and out. He felt the tension leaving his body, his hands unclenching and lying flat by his sides now. His chest rose and fell in a steady manner now.

“Good… you’re doing so good, baby!” Eddie smiled down at him, rubbing his hands soothingly over Steve’s chest, feeling him relax beneath his touch. Steve closed his eyes for a moment to take another deep breath, putting his hands slowly on top of Eddie’s. “You doing better now?”

“Mhm…” Steve answered before he looked back up again at Eddie. “I just…” He shook his head, heaving a sigh.

“A nightmare I know. But it’s never been this bad before.”

“No…” Steve sat up, a forlorn look on his face that made Eddie pull him into his arms, holding him close to show him that he was there. Steve sighed in contentment, closing his eyes to fully revel in the feeling. “But it was so vivid,” he whispered against the crook of Eddie’s neck. “You and Dustin… I thought I’d lost you. I put you in danger and then…”

Eddie felt the tears against his neck, felt Steve’s body start to shake again, and he simply held him like this for a moment, his hands rubbing Steve’s back in a soothing manner, showing him that he was there.

“But I’m here,” he whispered into Steve’s hair, before he pressed a kiss against the crown of his head. His fingers grazed over the back of Steve’s neck before they settled at the back of his head, massaging his scalp.

“I know… but at that moment…”

“It wasn’t real, Stevie… You’ve saved my life and I am here because of you.”

Steve pulled back slightly to look at Eddie, whose hand came up immediately to cup Steve’s cheek, brush the tears away with his thumb.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Eddie tilted his head to the side, before he leaned down to brush his lips over Steve’s let them linger there for a moment, but not too long. When he pulled back again, he couldn’t help but smile. “‘Cause I’ve grown quite fond of you, big boy.”

“Good…” Steve managed to answer, the tears subsiding, the pain and fear now replaced with a smile that grew and grew. “Because I wouldn't let you go anyway.” Steve pulled Eddie back to kiss him once again, this time slow and sensual, more than just a brush of their lips. It was sweet, just what they both needed, what they’d both worked towards for weeks.

“You think you can get some more sleep? You really need it.” Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s, his hair smoothing down Steve’s hair and stopped at the nape of his neck.

“Maybe… Just… not alone.”

“As if I’d let you sleep alone now.” Eddie bumped his nose against Steve’s before he pulled back. He lay down next to Steve, opening his arms for him. “C’mere, babe!”

And he did. Steve cuddled close to Eddie, burying his head again in the crook of Eddie’s neck, and closed his eyes. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep in the arms of the person he trusted the most. The person he wanted to protect. The person he loved.

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